#୨୧ ` dove angels。

[wonryllis]

when is dilf sunghoon ff gonna be posted?

It's on hold for now! sorry! if you wanna be added to the tg for when it's out let me know!

[bunny584]

For I Have Sinned ୨୧ Chapter II

“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.” Songs of Solomon 8:6-7.

As newly appointed Duchess-To-Be, you have much to learn. Etiquette, conduct and eventual motherhood are the pillars you are expected to live by. Because who cares about your choosing?

The Chapel, tended to by a mercurial Priest, is the perfect refuge.

…right?

Pairing: Geto x female reader

A/N: The is dedicated to the artist ( @captainsalsaa ) I mean look at our fallen Angel. His tears. His frustration. Dear GOD.

To the artist: I stared at your piece, then heard a specific song on my writing playlist then wrote the entire last scene in one sitting. To date, it’s my favorite scene in my author’s portfolio. I hope I did our fallen Angel justice. Thank you for creating this 🤍

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CHAPTER II: Hello, Father.

“Awake early, little dove.” 

Warm hands caress your shoulders. A welcome contrast to the chilly nautical dawn. The sun still has a ways to go, but songbirds have begun their wake up call. 

“As are you, Arella.” 

Your eyes float to your favorite maiden standing above you. No more than a handful of years older, but with a heart for you as if she raised you from birth. 

“It’s my duty to tend to you, is it not?” 

Soft laughter harmonizes with the nightingales. A quick kiss on your forehead before her warmth disappears off the balcony —  undoubtedly to go retrieve a treat of some kind. 

She’s not wrong. 

Technically it is her duty. 

But Arella is your blessing. 

Matting and kneading your surroundings to fit your needs. Eager to dampen the growing pains of settling in a new home. 

Constant hellos. 

Permanent smiles.

Not too wide, like a promiscuous woman. But not too tight, like a cold prude. 

Rooms to tour. Hands to shake. Garments to pin and tie and lace around your lungs as if your God-given ribcage was a frivolous extra not needed for life. Not needed to breathe. 

Breathe.

Your lids screw shut. Pulling in as much of the balmy, saltwater breeze gliding up the steep rock face along the overhang. 

Much like he did. 

The Chaplain. 

His hair cascading down his back in the same way poets monologue when inspired. His eyes a mural of what the Gods paint when they want to show off. 

The way earth acquiesces to his touch as if he is the Creator. The birds choose to perform for him every morning. And the ocean exists to bathe him. 

You cannot decide if the sorbet sunsets are created by the Chaplain. Or if the Gods fight over who gets the honor of painting him a new one each evening. 

“Sleep still escapes you, precious girl.” 

It does, but not for the reason she thinks. 

“You worry too much, Arella. I’ll adjust soon.” The tea she brought you is delicious.

The both of you cross back into your quarters. The stagnant, perfumed air suddenly suffocating.

“I would like to go to the chapel garden.” 

A quiet declaration that stills your handmaiden in her tracks. Then a small grin blossoms on her beautiful face. Fussing with your bedding. Wiping away evidence of your sleepless night. 

“For the flowers that bloom, little dove? Or for the God that tends to them?”

The blood in your veins runs subzero. 

“Arella! I am engaged to be marri—“

“Of course you are. But eyesight isn’t a sin.”

Another moment of feigned irritation before you burst into a fit of childish giggles. The both of you no better than school girls, covering your mouths, stifling your laughter. 

“I just wanted to see you smile.” Arella gestures to your extravagant dresser across the room. 

“In the second drawer you can find a casual garment. Come back with at least one hour to prepare for Mass.”

     · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · 

A hummingbird chaperones your walk to the church estate. Dulcet hums drown out the rattling heartbeat between your ears. 

This is harmless.

It is not a sin to take in Earth’s natural candy. To appreciate God’s gift to humanity.

In all of his majestic glory. 

Your eyes dart around as if your thoughts are a tangible scroll. Written in ink for the world to see.

Don’t be ridiculous, there’s no one around. 

Just you. Your fluttering companions (both heart and bird). The waking sun. God above and his plants swaying in the gentle gusts of wind. You’re safe in your mind. 

Until he decimates all logical and reasonable train of thought, that is. 

You should be angry. Infuriated. That no one adequately prepared you for seeing the demigod for the first time. Even now, you question whether he’s flesh and blood. 

Maybe an illusion? 

The Lord playing tricks from his throne? 

The mirage before you halts your paces. You can’t help but question your level consciousness. 

Because this must be a dream. 

“Oh, don’t be cruel.” 

Words slip out of your mouth, currently ajar. It’s not your place to chastise the One above, but come on. 

Your eyes taste the Chaplain for a second time and this course is even more decadent than the first. 

There he stands. 

A raven waterfall down his broad, muscular back. Half of it tied away from his face. Olive skin so rich the surrounding plants pale in comparison. Russet brown working pants hang loose around his tapered waist, but snug around his thighs. Various tools hooked in the belt loops. Heavy mahogany work boots match the worn leather gardening gloves fitted to his hands. 

His hands. 

Reaching for thorny vines plaguing his hydrangeas. Even at your distance you could detail each muscle fiber in his arm tense and release with every pull and toss.

Pull and toss.

Pull and toss. 

You would have gotten lost in his rhythmic trance, if it weren’t for the symbol branded in charcoal sprawling his back. The emblem peeks through his thick hair, every now and again. 

A spear? 

No.

A trident. With waves snaking up its stalk along his spine. 

His gravitational pull is overwhelming. Your feet move with more stealth than the King’s Guard.

“Working on the Day of Rest, Father?” Casual, measured. 

“Duchess,” Saliva pools in your mouth. His smile teases your ears before he graces you with it. 

“I have to start being more careful about my clothing.” A playful glint in his eyes. 

“Especially now that I’ve been blessed with a fellow greenskeeper.” 

He is a man of God.

And would never insinuate anything impure. 

But that doesn’t stop your cunt from clenching around his words steeped in a baritone potent enough to rumble the ground beneath you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve sent word that I was coming.” 

“This palace belongs to you, Duchess. You are welcome here at any hour.” His hand captures a vine and tosses it into the pile without his eyes ever leaving yours. 

You are weak.

And greedy. 

The way your gaze drops to his arm. Desperately etching its contours into memory. Seconds, maybe minutes pass before you realize you were gawking. And the Chaplain just let you. 

Head cocked to the side. Soft smile ghosting his full lips. 

“Would you like to finish the tour of your new playground?” 

“Y-yes. Of course, please.” Stumbling over the uneven cobblestone in your voice, you turn away to begin the coordinated stroll. The Priest slides his arms into a linen button up. Lazily fastening two center buttons only. 

He informs you of the work that has already been done, what’s left. Where the soil is richest, where it is the most acidic. How the sun hits certain flowers at each hour of the day.

Brilliant. 

With complete command over God’s bouquet. The sun following him wherever he steps.

“Did you enjoy your swim today, Father?” Both you and the Priest come to a slow stop. One of his angular eyebrows raised.

“I’m dry, Duchess.” He responds with a low, hypnotic chuckle. 

Heat floods your cheeks. How could you be so presumptuous?

“What gave me away?” 

Your knees nearly betray you. The razor sharp grin on his face could cut glass. 

“You were born for the ocean. Or rather, the ocean was born for you.”

Your statement is greeted with blaring silence. 

Lava in his gaze. Singeing every part of your face it touches. His expression is like a foreign language. 

“I—I’ve overstepped, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. Clearly I have much to learn about social graces.” A meek apology bubbles out of your lips. Desperate to fill the space between your bodies. 

The mercurial man shakes his head slightly. Thawed out from your statement, he reaches over and plucks a stray lilac petal resting on your crown.

“My father used to say the same.” He muses, looking away for the first time. 

“Your father! Is he—“

“He was called home some time ago.” This smile is soft. Reminiscent. Polite, but his mind clearly elsewhere. 

“Oh Father Geto, I’m so sorry.” 

A foot in your mouth is not enough punishment for your indecency. Why would you go prodding like this?

“Don’t be, I’ll see him again. Soon enough.”

“Not too soon, I hope.” The statement draws a stunned gaze from the Chaplain. Eyes dancing between yours. 

“Time to prepare for mass, little dove!” Arella’s melodic call tethers you back down from outer space. 

You flicker over to her with a ruby dusting over your nose and cheeks. Like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar before supper. 

“Happy Sunday, Father!” Arella calls out, cheshire grin on her face deepening your crude blush. 

“Indeed, Arella.” He returns the greeting while keeping his eyes on you. 

“Send my regards to the Duke.” His voice lowers, for your ears only. With a nearly imperceptible edge to his tone. 

“Happy Sunday, Duchess. We have a counseling session scheduled late afternoon, yes?” 

A statement of pure black and white fact. And yet it travels down your spine and settles between your legs. Wet heat dampening your thin negligee.

“Yes, Father. Happy Sunday.”

     · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · 

Mass was miserable. 

Your corset laced tight enough to meld your two lungs and beating heart into one entity. To say the neckline strangled you is putting it mildly. Cold, uninviting pews dug into your skin at every turn. 

Wretched. 

But the worst of it wasn’t the thin, oxygen-deficient air. Or the shards of glass that slid down your throat with every swallow. Even the jaw pain from tensing your lips in a well-mannered smile for two hours straight was tolerable. 

The worst part of it was him. 

The Priest mesmerized an entire congregation to an ear-splitting hush. 

His first Sunday mass since appointment and nearly everyone in the country and every surrounding province stuffed into the chapel. 

So desperate for blessings from Father Geto. 

Could you blame them?

His voice danced in and out of the pews listlessly. 

Soothing fussy children. Adolescent girls and their mother’s alike — utterly smitten. Adolescent boys experienced their first “I want to be like him” with their fathers sitting right next to them. Husbands glanced feverishly at the women in their lives. 

He had to have noticed it. And yet, he floated above it all the entire service.

Above you. 

Refusing to gift you those eyes that put Vincent Van Gogh to shame. No matter how much you shifted in your seat and straightened your spine.

The Priest spoke to everyone in the room but you. 

Did you read him wrong? 

Did you misinterpret your budding friendship? 

Does it…should it even matter?

Your irritation is palpable. Innocent bystanders are caught in your friendly fire. Including Arella, who changed you out of that horrid costume. And sweet Noel, who ushered you into the seating area �� just outside of the good Father’s office.

You make a mental note to send treats to the tender-hearted alter boy. And to apologize profusely to your handmaiden. 

“You are a million miles away, darling.” The sound of your betrothed tows you out of the storm clouds. 

You flicker over to the Duke. Emerald green eyes, high cheek bones — handsome in a way that is characteristic of everyone native to your new home.

“I’m right here, Ezra.” 

“Are you, sweetheart?” The back of his hand caresses your cheek. 

“Mmhm.” You offer your future husband a weak smile and kiss on his cheek. His eyes  faltering slightly, undoubtedly hopeful for lips instead. 

“Good afternoon, Duke and Duchess Ahriman.” 

Father Geto’s velvet greeting encases you both. If Ezra’s arm didn’t guide you to stand you would have been paralyzed in your seat. 

“Father Geto, a pleasure. Thank you for seeing us.” Ezra offers a genuine smile and handshake. Buying you a few extra seconds in your mind’s safe haven.

The Chaplain is tight lipped. Professional. He returns the handshake firmly. 

“Pleasure is mine.” 

Ezra shifts slightly on his feet. Straightening his spine and dropping his shoulders. Your eyes bounce between the Chaplain and your fiancé.

“I must say, Father. You are even more handsome up close. I speak for the men in this country, thank you for taking the vow of celibacy!” The words spill out of the Duke. Unknowingly thinning the air. 

The Priest chuckles quietly, dropping his eyes briefly before landing them on you. And it feels like you could double over.  Your core temperature skyrockets under his smoldering gaze. 

He, the archer. You, the bullseye. 

“Let’s get started, shall we?” 

Ezra laces his fingers in yours, taking the two seats directly in front of the oak desk. A leather bound notebook and pheasant feather pen are neatly arranged — with your names on the first page.

Blue flame rises from your toes to hairline. You might as well have been sitting naked. With how exposed, how vulnerable you feel already.

“What will we be covering first, Father? Something about how wives should obey their husbands, right?” Ezra is light-hearted. Meant to be said in jest.

But he finds himself being the only party in the room laughing. 

The Priest rolls the ink pen between his fingers. Allowing a deafening silence to coat the walls. His expression is neutral, but eyes ablaze. 

“If the man in question is worthy of submission.” He starts. A low, ominous rumble. 

“Uh, yes. Of course.” Ezra responds, shifting in his seat. 

But the Chaplain does not stop. Intent on making a point, he leans in. Pen whirling lightning fast between his long, deft fingers. Enough tailwind to launch across the room, if he desired.  

“If the man in question would give his life for his wife.” Volcanic eyes linger on you, then back to your fiancé. Ezra’s palm finds your thigh. You gnaw on your inner cheek to avoid flinching away. 

“If he would love her like Christ loves all of his creations unconditionally. Unselfishly. Irrationally.” 

“Yes, Father. I understand.” 

“Only then, should she submit.” His serrated tone could split chromium with ease. 

“Of course, of course.” Ezra wisely accepts defeat. 

He presses a short kiss on your cheek as an apology that you didn’t ask for, nor do you want. 

“Mmm.” A forced acknowledgment of the Duke’s affection through your pinched lips. Barely able to move under the Father’s microscopic gaze. 

“Now then,” Father Geto clears the boulders in his throat. 

“Tell me about your love.” 

The question stuns both you and the Duke. Looking to each other sheepishly because neither of you chose this.

War is young men dying and old men talking. And your life path is no different. Dictated by conversations between the powers that be. 

“We’ve only met a week ago, Father.” Your honesty drives both of his eyebrows upward. 

“A week ago?”

“But we are hoping you can teach us.” The Duke, overeager and excitable. 

“Teach you…?” Father Geto muses. You can’t quite interpret his tone, or minimal response. But your heart flutters all the same. 

He is thinking something. And what you would give to get a glance. To be let in. 

“Perhaps guide us?” Ezra gives an unintentionally painful squeeze on your thigh. You fail to muffle the tiny whimper. 

The Priest’s eyes laser down to where your fiancé’s hand lays. Chest rising and falling dangerously slow. 

“Right.”

Your eyes trail upwards as he stands. Closer to God than to you from this point of view.

“Duke, Duchess. You’ll have to accept my sincerest apologies.” 

His fingers dip the unused pen back into the ink cup. The edges of his leather bound notebook coming together. Seemingly without any notes, but an entire script from this session swirling in his mind. 

“My schedule is incorrect. I have another commitment. We will reschedule, yes?” Said with a finality that sends chills crawling down your spine. 

The two of you stand. Another handshake between the men. A restrained nod for you.

Just as quickly as you were let in, Father Geto shuts you out of his office and his mind. 

     · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · 

Suguru presses his forehead against the shower tile. Warm water raining down his loose mane. Soothing his sore, overworked limbs. 

Today was maddening. 

He nearly destroyed his vestment the minute that God-forsaken counseling session ended. Seeking refuge, he took to the coast. 

And the sea provided anything but peace. 

She was angry with him, tonight. 

Curt. With unpredictable currents. Rip tides at nearly every turn. She tested his adaptation without mercy.

Just like that night.

“I’m going to stay on board, brother!”

Suguru flickered over to the silver-haired deckhand. An unfamiliar reservation opacifying his nearly translucent, iridescent eyes. 

Brother in name, technically. 

Their bloodlines were oil and water. He was a high born. Suguru was born unworthy of a beggar’s pity. 

But, bloodlines were inconsequential when their souls were instep as one. Both handed to humanity on the same night. During a thunderstorm already inscribed in history books.

‘The Tide of Eternal Requiem.’ 

It brought complete devastation. Crops destroyed. Families torn apart by tragic accidents inland and at sea. 

Then fate struck. 

Within the same hour, a voltaic boy, with a halo that put the clouds to shame and diamond eyes that could draw truth from murderers was born into the loving embrace of his parents. 

And Suguru was born with a crown so dark that the raging midnight appeared bright. 

With eyes as ominous as the sky above. 

Gunmetal grey, accented by an eerie violet swarm. Dormant volcanoes, threatening eruption. His birth mother abandoned him in an alley. Driven by fear that he was a bad omen from the Gods. 

“Ahhh, Satoru come on. Since when do you shy away from a few waves?”

Suguru teased. Already well into the process of shedding his work gear. 

“Zeus is the one rumored to be my father.” His counterpart flashed a knowing smile. 

“Poseidon doesn’t watch over me like he does you, Suguru.”

A tsunami couldn’t keep Suguru from his home. Much less a little rain. 

They were 3 miles away from the shoreline. Using his God-given ability, Suguru regularly acted as their scout. Performing his own reconnaissance then alerting the incoming ship of safe or turbulent terrain. 

“Almost ready to go, son?” 

His chosen father came up behind him. Suguru knew there were tears lining his meek eyes before turning to face him. 

“Dad.” Suguru sighed, fully disrobed now. Just his muscular frame and a compression suit. 

He met his father’s concerned gaze. Always like this during sea storms. Quiet prayers written all over his gentle features. 

Despite the worry, he never once attempted to convince his oceanic boy to stay on board. It would have been too cruel.

“I’ll be fine, I’ve traversed angrier swells.”

“Suguru, take care of yourself when I’m gone.” 

Elder, worn hands landed on his shoulders. Nearly too high for his reach. Suguru cocked his head to the side. 

This goodbye was different. 

“Stay on this path. For me. Albeit straight and narrow, there is a wonderful view. This is all for you, son.” 

Both men glanced to the Persian gulf. She thrashed against their vessel. Swaying their catch left and right with the intention of taking her creatures back. 

“Where is this coming from?” A genuine question from his younger self. Unable to read between the lines. 

“Can’t a man just speak from the heart?”

The melancholy smile didn’t meet the wrinkles of time decorating his eyes, but they shared a laugh anyway.  Suguru turned away but was promptly drawn back. 

“My beautiful boy.” 

The fisherman cradled his son’s face. Swimming in the eyes that Suguru once hated. The eyes that convinced his birth mother to abandon him. 

“Make it to shore, son.” Suguru rested his head against his father’s neck. Taking a slow, sweet drag of his scent.

Oak. 

He always smelled like oak. It was one of Suguru’s favorite things about him.

“If Poseidon calls—“

“I’ll tell him to fuck off.” Mischievous grin plastered on Suguru’s face. His father planted a kiss on his cheek, pushing him towards the end of the boat. As he always did.

Then the Gulf wrapped him in her hostile embrace. 

She was irate. 

Vicious tidal waves. Rapidly shifting currents. Even her creatures knew to settle below their usual depth. Suguru cursed the fact that he was born with useless, human lungs. Unable to withstand the pressure of the Midnight Zone. 

Within minutes his long, lean frame was riding her whims without a shred of control. Tossed around like a rag doll. At her complete mercy — or lack thereof. 

This was the first time he struggled to tame his element. A muffled groan bubbled around him. Serrated edges of long coral stalks dug into his back. Stark white foam whirled around him. 

Aerated waters. 

Suguru could barely maneuver against the waves pummeling his core. Searing heat traveling up his spine. His lungs demanded oxygen. 

The boat. 

The boat would never make it to shore. 

Desperate, furious strokes of his arms meant nothing against her unrelenting grasp. Effectively pinning Suguru to his underwater cross. 

A piece of chewed plank wood whizzed by his face. 

Followed by another. 

Then another. 

And Suguru watched his nightmare materialize before his eyes. Mustering his last oxygen reserve, he bellowed against his closed lips.

As if she hadn’t already ignored the cries of his fellow fisherman. 

Even still, he screamed so loud his ribcage should have vaporized. But ushering him to a watery grave at that time would have been too merciful. 

Suguru blinks out of the harrowing memory. The steeping tea takes at least two layers of epithelium off his esophagus.

Fucking, hell. 

He can’t seem to escape pain today.

The swim was excruciating.

Mass was dreadful.

Watching that boy’s hand lay on your lap was grating. 

Suguru’s mind drifts back to you. Your thought washes over him like baptizing waters purifying that which is impure.

The gleam in your eyes when you asked about his morning plunge. Barely a week and your pulse on him is already this precise.

Do not covet, Suguru. 

He scoffs to himself. Shaking free of your tempting spiral. 

This ‘straight and narrow’ path is proving to be more challenging than he let on. 

“Would you be proud, Father?” 

A whisper of accusation at the end of his inquiry. Suguru would give his arms, his eyes…his life to hear his father’s voice on the other end of his questions, once again. 

“Did He tell you?” 

Roaring silence. Of course. He knows that. He expects it. 

But it angers him all the same. 

“Did He come to you in a dream??” Suguru echos louder. More frantic. Punched out in a way he can barely recognize. 

“Was the reaper at His left, my heart on the right?!” A weak sob slips through the crack in his baritone. 

Yet another pain. But this one is tart and blurring his vision. 

“Did you KNOW? D—did you know that day was your last?!” He hisses through a salty stream.  Storming out to the garden to escape the walls collapsing in on him. 

Suguru’s eyes laser to the remaining thorny vines along his bed of hydrangeas. Without a second thought he wraps them around his bare arms. Staining the plant and his freshly bathed skin with crystalline tears. Once its thorns sufficiently bury into his skin he rips it away from the soil with all his might. 

“Bastard. I’m your SON.”

Warm metallic drips down the hills and ridges of his arms. Collecting in the flower bed. 

Is he cursing his earthly father? 

His Heavenly One? 

Or the Deity that brought this grief on him in the first place?

It hurts. 

An unforgiving pain. 

Much like the thorns in those rapids. Much like the inconceivable burn from his lungs begging for expanse. The time limit, even for him, ran lethally low. 

Well exceeding his father’s time limit. 

Poseidon stole from him that day.  

A callous trade for Suguru’s continued existence. 

“Why didn’t you…I—I should’ve been there.” 

Guilt eviscerates Suguru’s remaining resolve. Tilting his head up, he lets the salty crystals rain down his cheeks freely. 

The full moon cradles his face with the same warmth, the same adoration his father’s hands used to. 

Suguru accepts its celestial kisses for a moment before burying his face into his bloodied palms. His damp locks curtain his flushed face. Protecting the world from his unruly sobs.

“I’m here.” Barely audible words escape through desperate grabs for air. 

“I made it to shore, Dad.”

E/N: Oh hello, don’t mind me just sobbing. Also, guest appearance by our glorious Blue Eyed Babygirl King™️ If you need me, I will be in witness protection before Gege finds this since it’s a crime to be a S*toru lover. 

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╰─▸ ❝ mine ❞ - ,, yang jungwon

pairing bf!jungwon x gn!reader ୨୧ genre secret relationship, idol au ୨୧ wc 733 ୨୧ warnings pushy heeseung, jealous and sfw!possessive jungwon req; hii can you write possesive bf jungwon?

. . . . . -ˋˏ ✎ author's note! more jealous than possesive, sorry !!

you entered the restaurant with niki, his shoulder brushing against yours as you walked beside him. they had all invited you to celebrate their latest music show win with a new song over dinner. seeing them triumph made you especially happy, given the nonstop work you had witnessed them put in over the past weeks.

niki gave your back a pat as you split to take your seats at the table. you both were slightly tardy due to traffic, and since niki was your closest friend among them, he had promised to pick you up.

your bond with the group had grown mainly because niki was like a brother to you, and vice versa. you both had met during training days, and unable to resist niki's lost eyes, you took care of him, creating a sibling-like bond. after the boys got into i-land, you decided to give up on being an idol and decided to focus on producing music. 

seated at the table, heeseung was on your right, sunoo on your left, jay in front of you, and jungwon right next to him, offering you a soft smile when your eyes met.

you were about to initiate a conversation with jungwon when heeseung spoke up.

“did you see our performance?” he asked, looking directly at you. you nodded, your mind filled with images of jungwon looking angelic on stage. wanting to clear your mind, you planned on complimenting jungwon later, as you grabbed the menu, your focus shifting to the dishes.

heeseung continued to ask you questions, and although you had nothing against him, he sometimes pushed your limits, especially today.

as the food arrived, you dove in immediately, realizing it was your first meal of the day. it had been a busy day in the studio, and you had forgotten to eat, engrossed in your work.

while some of them took pictures of the food, chatted, or simply enjoyed the meal, heeseung seemed incapable of keeping his mouth shut.

"so, anything changed, y/n? finally found someone?" he asked, once again, earning him an annoyed look from you. heeseung had always been interested in your love life, sometimes dropping hints that he was clearly interested in you.

your relationship with jungwon had to be kept as a secret, simply because it was easier for both of you. being friendly in public was safer, enhypen was getting more popular, obsessed fans or media almost always following them. you didn’t want to start rumors. 

"if you didn't know, i'm here—" heeseung began.

"you're not my type," you cut him off, prompting laughter from the rest of the group. as they teased heeseung, you looked towards jungwon.

a shiver travelled down your spine, jungwon looked scary. a slight furrow between his brows, his eyes piercing through heeseung and mouth slightly open, as if he was in disbelief. 

“c’mon, y/n. stop joking around, you’re just too shy to admit that you have a crush on me,” heeseung bounced back, but not really saving himself from the embarrassment caused by your words and (almost) everyone laughing.

jungwon shifted his gaze to you, waiting for your response. panicking, you'd seen him annoyed with other members before, and being the leader, he had an intimidating presence. but he had never looked at you like that. frozen, chopsticks in hand, holding a piece of meat in the air, you waited for magic to happen to get you out of this situation.

“heeseung, switch your seat with me.” 

jungwon's rough voice made everyone look at him as he stood up. heeseung obeyed, still confused, as it was evident on his face. your boyfriend finally sat next to you, and you felt slightly relieved.

"is our leader jealous?" jake spoke, quickly silenced by jungwon's gaze.

your boyfriend almost forcibly took your hand, interlocking your fingers and resting his elbow on the table for everyone to see. you gasped quietly, looking at jungwon, who didn't spare you a glance, his eyes focused on heeseung.

"we're dating," he declared loudly and firmly. "don't ask them such questions. i don't want to hear that. if you ever make them uncomfortable again, i'll make sure you never see them again."

heeseung nodded, and for a couple of minutes, it was very quiet. everyone focused on their food, the atmosphere heavy and awkward. jungwon placed your interlocked hands on his thigh, holding you tightly for the rest of the evening.

niki broke the silence, asking how you and jungwon started dating, and from there, everyone went back to normal—making jokes, having regular conversations, but mostly poking fun at heeseung and his big ego.

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[yzashaven]

꒰ ♡— fem!reader︰period sex ✰ nushi eats you out ✰ use of blood as lube ✰ "painting" using ink and blood (sort of) ✰ could be read as vamp!nushi or not :3 ✰ half proofread, half not ꒱

୨୧. i hope this made some sense especially at the end sobs forgive me, i was half awake when i wrote most of this </3

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT!!

꒰ general﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @scara6 @kana-de @ciarchivez

you never really had a problem dealing with period cramps, but today was different. the pain in your abdomen felt like blades were being pierced deeply through you, over and over again in a brutal cycle.

kuronushi's suggestion? sex.

did you agree? absolutely not! imagine the mess and all the blood that could possibly spill everywhere! your flow was too heavy to engage in any kind of sexual activity at the moment.

"a little blood never hurt anybody, darling. come on, i'll make you feel good~" kuronushi cooed from behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist as one of his hands went down to reach under your skirt to feel up your inner thigh. "promise, i'll make all of those cramps and pain go away."

"now be a good girl and strip."

—♡

lewd moans flow past your parted lips as kuronushi's tongue effortlessly dealt with your dripping arousal, licking at the intimate area and stimulating your needy clit like he always does when bringing you to an orgasm—being the least bit bothered at blood that was mixing together with your fluids. "mmh~ delicious as always, my angel." before you could even think of a reply to his words, he went back to situate himself in between your trembling thighs as soon as he caught sight of the blood dripping out of your cunt.

you blush hard at his eagerness to eat you out despite the current state of your body. embarrassed, you attempt to push him away, he groans lowly and resists instead—hooking his hands around your thighs to pull you as close as possible to him. with this, his tongue reaches your deepest parts and was soon accompanied by his thumb that went ahead to rub slow circles on your clit to drive you closer to the brink of ecstasy.

it didn't take long for you to finally cum all over his tongue, to which he happily licks up as well. you glance over to him and see a smirk on his face as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand, "hah, i could never get enough of you." he whispers while undoing his shorts, pulling it down to reveal his hard cock underneath, stroking the length as precum drips from the tip. "see how hard i am for you, angel?" he teases upon seeing the way you were staring at it in complete awe as your arousal only grew further.

"hmm, looks like we don't need any lube at all, huh?" kuronushi chuckles as he rubs his dick along the slit of your wet hole, covering it in your fluids—both arousal and the blood alongside it. his tip teasingly hitting your clit on purpose to have your need for him grow even more. he hums a short melody as he slowly pushes himself inside, inch by inch, filling you up completely, eliciting a gasp from your lips. he starts off with a slow yet sweet pace, taking notice of your sensitivity, but that didn't last long until he couldn't help but go on with a rougher pace that had you moaning louder for him each time he hit your g-spot.

during your period, your cunt was more sensitive than usual, so it didn't take long before you became a babbling, moaning mess beneath him as he pounds you mercilessly. being so into the moment, you hadn't taken notice of him reaching for a nearby paintbrush on his desk, carefully dipping it in ink before returning his focus to you. with a mischievous smirk on his face, he places a hand to your hip to hold you in place as he writes a few words on your skin, just above your pussy.

" my slut "

he grins at the sight, continuing to thrust into you relentlessly before abruptly pulling out only to put two of his fingers inside your hole, collecting your fluids on his fingertips. your eyes widen slightly as you observe his movements—using the mixture of cum and blood to draw a small heart at the end of the words he wrote not too long ago. he throws the paintbrush away somewhere, not caring where it went as he takes in the sight of you being rightfully marked by him. separating your thighs, he pushes his cock back inside you, grinning at the way you clenched around him, moaning at the feeling of being full once again.

"perfect."

[angelicgirlmj]

hii! i want to improve my shower routine, and i wanted to know if you had any recomendations for shower products like body wash, sugar scrubs, or lotions? especially ones you've tried before <3

hi angel! i love this ask so much, i love detailing my shower routines. i personally love smelling sweet and fruity - like a bakery treat!! here are some product recommendations that tend to have that sort of scent or align. hopefully it’s helpful! `` ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

body washes

strawberry body shop body wash

rose body shop body wash

amazing grace body wash philosophy

raspberry sorbet philosophy

dove plain deep moisturiser

`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

sugar scrubs

body shop strawberry exfoliating scrub

co mingle lush body scrub

magic crystals body scrub

`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

body lotions

rose body butter body shop

snow fairy lotion lush

strawberry the body shop body yogurt

`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

i hope this was useful! good luck finding your own skin line and products that work for you, i love the ones featured but that is just me! love, m.

[rebornologist]

hyyyyg excuse me you have activated my thirst how dare you ?? please,, as a fellow hoe,, grant me specific and steamy words Giotto would say during 👀 ;) 👀. the softest,, the praise - I’d LIKE TO MELT HERE.

- 🫠 anon

(Bonus points if you want to add older Tsuna, older Takashi, and older Enma - definitely not needed but I am curious.)

I can’t write this for Enma bc he’s canonically only been depicted as a minor, and I don’t have the brain cells to age him up myself, sorry! I think he’d be a sweetheart though, very.. blunt and direct 👍 I hope these snippets inspire you thoo

♡ Dirty Talking with Giotto, Tsuna, & Yamamoto ✧

✧ Giotto

You are right about him being big on praise. He treats all of his partners like he would a spouse from the get-go, and his words match that energy. He enjoys pet names like dove, (my) love, dear, and darling. Also likely to refer to his partner as beautiful or handsome with eyes full of desire and a charming smile on his face.

“How do you want me, darling? Don’t be shy, now.. say it out loud..”

“You’re doing so amazing, my love.. so sweet and dripping for me.. I'm sorry that I made you wait all day for this.. thank you for being so .. patient,” he murmurs the last bit, emphasizing it with brushing the soft pads of his fingers over the spot that he knows will have you legs buckling under you.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ♡ ₊˳⁺ ୨୧

✧ Sawada Tsunayoshi

He really, really enjoys romantic, loving, cuddly sex with a partner. He might literally malfunction if someone asked him to be rough with them. He’s not super smooth of a talker, but he’s soooo honest when something feels good to him, and very breathy and prone to whimpering when overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Hahh.. you have no idea… how much it makes my head spin when you do that..”

He nods frantically when you ask if something feels good, with a soft whine and tugging his lower lip between his teeth.

“Y-yes.. Yesyesyes, please whatever you do, don’t stop-”

“Do you.. like it like this? Yeah? Yeah, me too.. aah.. g-good… hhah.. you feel so good,” (very breathy, chest heaving, sheets-gripping, soft hair pulling kind of vibe here..)

୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ♡ ₊˳⁺ ୨୧

✧ Yamamoto Takeshi

He can be quite playful during sex, and what he says reflects that— he doesn’t take it too seriously and loves to get a good laugh in just as much as he likes to set the mood.

Sometimes he’ll catch you staring when he’s undressing and flash a crooked grin. “Hey, how you doin-?” He quips, raising his eyebrows suggestively and pretending to be super smooth by purposefully lowering his voice, followed by a full, toothy, genuine smile and laugh, nose scrunching and chuckling from deep in his chest.

“Hahahah, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.. yes, I know I don’t have to do any of that.. come over here, pretty baby~ You can do more than just look..”

He isn’t great at describing exactly what he wants a partner to do, but takes the initiative to physically demonstrate or adjust the activity towards what he has in mind. When they are doing things exactly how he likes it, he makes it very clear..

“Yeah, just like.. that. Ah.. hah.. fuck, you’re taking me so deep, my perfect angel..”

[eluxcastar]

Hello!

Can I request you headcanons about Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora (separeatly) with gender neutral Reader?

Reader is introvertic, shy and really dependent on them. Bassicly they can spend entire day with head on theirs lap or sitting on their lap while huggung into them while blushing bright red.

Just reader being clingy and acting like puppet/puppy.

If you could, can you make this yandere headcanons if you do such things? I haven't read your rules in long time.

~❄ Anon

Good puppies are always loyal

── ୨୧：columbina, sandrone, la signora x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: just some little optionally yandere headcanons of cuddling and stuff

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff but only if you squint lmao

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, yandere reader, implied yandere columbina, signora's has you referred to as a dog, this is rushed ngl, we know not the name proofreading in this house

୨୧﹑words :: 810

dw anon I'm happy to fulfil yandere requests ❤️ I couldn't figure out whether the yandere part referred to reader or characters because the idea of reader being conditioned to be this way rly spoke to me but I am also a SUCKER for yandere readers. the puppy part made me think that was probably what you actually meant so I intended to do that but then for some reason it seemed very mutual yandere instead?? idk I'm tired

tell me if you want/meant the other idea cause I can do that too (one day my demons will win) (I'll probably end up doing it anyway possibly with other characters)

─ ୨୧： columbina

Columbina just thinks you're so cute, enjoying how clingy you can be, though she lets you down firmly enough when you need to be away from her for whatever reason, though she wishes it were appropriate to drag you into the places the Harbingers meet to dote on you all the time there, though she's not too eager to share you either, so perhaps it's for the best she has an excuse not to let you be seen by those unworthy of you.

even her colleagues can be filthy, and they fight constantly, always riling each other up. your innocence has no need for such an environment, a little dove in the hands of wolves. no, you belong with another dove who can nurture you and treat you properly. that is why you love her after all, isn't it? what draws you to her and what keeps you fixed on her. she's like a pretty drug, though far more angelic and no less addictive in nature.

she allows you to touch her however you like, even publicly if you wish as Columbina doesn't have anything against being seen being affectionate with you, only with the eyes that watch. she wants to be seen that way, actually, to be seen smothering you in the love you crave and which you will so gladly take from her so that others know you are not to be toyed with and taken advantage of, even if she embarrasses you at times with her fussing. you probably aren't too fond of the attention in public, are you? all those people staring at you, you must be so flustered, poor thing.

　

─ ୨୧： sandrone

Sandrone is very fond of your behaviour, you're much better than her other ones, something that doesn't need instructions to obey. you're so attached to her, and she'd much rather cart you around latched onto her side and happy to lay your head in her lap while she strokes your hair.

she likes to see you happy, indulging you perhaps more than she should, as to see you practically purr with delight because she knows what you want, and she's going to give it to you in order to see you smile up at her from the comfort of her lap. she wants to say you're predictable, as a compliment that is, she likes it when things do what she wants them too. it's much easier to know how to please you when she picks out your tells, and begins to fall into a rhythm though she also likes it when you just cuddle with her.

she wants you to curl up in her lap, letting her cuddle you close and spoil you, though not too much. she enjoys the feeling of you laying your head on her shoulder like a pillow. Sandrone certainly pedals to your little crush. is it a crush if you're supposed to be her girlfriend? you certainly act like you're giddy and struck by puppy love sometimes. Sandrone likes to let you keep some of her creations and often makes you some she thinks you'll like, usually ones you can cuddle up to and be clingy to in her absence, little pieces of her she leaves with you in her stead.

　

─ ୨୧： la signora

acting like a stray puppy before the Fair Lady was never a good idea, let alone when she's taken such a liking to you, such a cute face. you are, in many's eyes, spoiled by her, just not in a way anyone truly wishes to be. thankfully you are more grateful to Signora's way of loving than most. she lets you follow her anywhere you're willing to go, as long as you behave yourself. she realised quickly you'll eat her instructions up.

crimson butterflies are a beautiful thing, even in the wintertime when you shiver they warm you in the absence of heat or a fire. you notice it first when one lands on your nose. it emanates warmth you never care to shoo away, always the work of Signora who notices your shivering and acts to fix it before you freeze to death under her care. she simply cannot allow that to happen, though it only really happens when you're not cuddled up to her mooching your warmth off of her body heat. she'll play with your hair, making sure every piece is perfect.

she has you whipped to her beck and call that's for sure. she always has. she treats you like a child sometimes, finding you to be something like a cute, pathetic little dog in desperate need of loving and caring to ease the yearning for comfort you hold. she's unexpectedly kind to you as a result, cooing at you almost like you can't even take care of yourself and like you need her. how would you go on without her benevolence? without her love?

[cozypawz]

꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱

[♡ about me 💭]

⏜︵⊹︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵⊹︵⏜

🩷 dove . female . white . audhd . INFJ🪽

🌸 sleepy 24/7 . babi stoner . irl bjd + angel🍼

🧁 big age: 21 ☆ little age: 0-13 🌈

libra ☀️ taurus 🌕 scorpio ⬆️

🍭 i love my triplet sibbies!! @wormypaws (lil bro) @corpsepawz (big bro)

🦇🖤 @distraughtchaos is my daddy 🖤🦇

⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶⏝

hewwo! 🤍 dove/cupid here, thanks for taking interest in my blog! this blog will be rb heavy for the foreseeable future, but i'd love to have you onboard for the journey! this blog will feature stuffies, toys, moodboards, stims, autism-focused agere, impure agere (tagged), agere art made by me, agere ideas, agere memes, early 2000s-early 2010s nostalgia, rollerskating, and all things baby and toddler! so if that's something you're interested in, stick around, i love friends! :3

before you follow, here's some things that you maybe would like to know: im unapologetically a cringy, silly lil girl! i love anime, asian culture + cuisine, and different cultures in general! i also love animals, astrology, spirituality, fashion, nostalgia, everything horror and scary, and video games!! im soft and cute, but me and daddy (@distraughtchaos) wont be afraid to curbstomp your toes if you're a meanie to me! so if you're not cool with that, the back button is over there right next to the block button!

i would love it if NSFW accounts didnt interact just for my and their safety, but since i know things still can happen, DNIs are not useful for me personally. so ill just block you if you make me uncomfortable :3c

as a thank you for reading until the end, here's a piece of cake! 🍰

[bambi-eyed-babydoll]

🎀About me🎀

꒰ঌ other socials here ໒꒱

🎀†𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌†🎀

♡ most people call me Angel | Milky

♡ she | her | hers

♡ obsessed with Pinterest, Spotify, and Tumblr

♡ my fav subjects -> P.E., art, literature, music, biology, and history

♡ I speak German and English, French and Russian

♡ my fav animals -> fawns, bunnies, cats, pet rats, mice, doves, swans and more

♡ my absolute fav artists: LANA DEL REY

♡ mostly all pics are going to be from pinterest

౨ৎ 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 †

coquette, nymphet, dark nymphet, vampy coquette, feme fatale, trailer park princess, farmers daughter, coney island queen, white and blue angel core, forest nymph, morute, gloomy coquette, dollette, vampire's girlfriend, americana, boarding school, downtown girl, dark academia

────────── 〔౨ৎ〕 ──────────

୨୧ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 †

strawberries, rainy days, candles, ribbons, frills, lace, silk, sanrio, teddy bears, tennis, pale pink/ white roses, music, sanrio, golf, books, ribbons, beaches, tennis, ballet, pilates, pink, pastel colors

[wonryllis]

Yeonie please! How are you so good at your themes?! Hello?! I was only gone for few days and BOOM THEME CHANGE?! AND STILL BEING ICONIC AS ALWAYS, IF NOT EVEN MORE THAN THE LAST?! I love your creative brain so much like please bless me with some of your creativity?! Golden, silver and pearls! You = Jennie in terms of creativity 🤞!! Also the banner?! THAT'S MY GIRL!! Also the car in your layout makes your theme radiate Money On The Dash by Elley Duhé! Me:

you're hyping me so much and i love it soooo muchhh as always!!! .. i changed it so that you can come back to a brand new atmosphere hehe , with this one i honestly just threw random pictures i liked besides the header >< and surprisingly it turned out so pretty! im glad you liked it so much! i really wanted to do anything an uplifting theme with "that's my girl" and this jennie pic was just perfect for it!

you always give me such great compliments it makes me melttt.. im gonna change this soon though sadly.. i hope you like the next one a lot toooo. also i haven't heard money on the dash by elley duhé but since you mentioned i gotta give it a listen!!

this is me reading your asks every single time!!!!

[enha-kairi]

WELCOME TO KAWAGUCHI KAIRI’S PROFILE ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ 𖦹 ❜

❪ ਏਓ ❫ 𓈒 ۫ ｡ ꜜ ENHYPEN’S EIGHTH MEMBER: KAIRI ⋅ ★̲𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › BIRTH NAME. Kawaguchi Kairi

୨୧˚ . ✷ › JAPANESE SCRIPT. 川口海里

୨୧˚ . ✷ › NICKNAMES. Kai, Kawari, Richi, Riri, Guchi ❪ All variants of her given name ❫. I-LAND’s Angel, Enhypen’s Glue, HYBE’s Princess, BTS’s Daughter, Idol Collector, Japan’s Pride, Baby Gucci, 4th Gen’s Heart Stealer ❪ Netizen assigned names ❫. Baby Loan Shark, Fun-Sized, Princess, Dove ❪ Exclusive to Enhypen only ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › BIRTHDAY. December 1, 2005

୨୧˚ . ✷ › AGE. 17 years old ❪ International ❫. 18 years old ❪ Korean ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › ZODIAC SIGN. Sagittarius

୨୧˚ . ✷ › BIRTHPLACE. Tokyo, Japan

୨୧˚ . ✷ › HOMETOWN. Toshima, Tokyo, Japan

୨୧˚ . ✷ › NATIONALITY. Japanese

୨୧˚ . ✷ › ETHNICITY. Japanese / East Asian

୨୧˚ . ✷ › LANGUAGES. Japanese ❪ 100% —— Mother-Tongue ❫. Korean ❪ 90% —— Fluent ❫. English ❪ 32% —— Basic Understanding ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › STAGE NAME. Kairi

୨୧˚ . ✷ › HANGUL. 카이리

୨୧˚ . ✷ › IDOL AGENCY. BigHit Music ❪ 2019 — 2019 ❫. Be:lift Lab ❪ 2020 — present ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › TRAINING PERIOD. 9 months

୨୧˚ . ✷ › ACTING AGENCY. GOLDMEDALIST ❪ 2023 — present ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › OCCUPATION. High School Student, Actress, Brand Ambassador ❪ Part-Time ❫. K-Pop Idol ❪ Full-Time ❫. The Show MC ❪ Formerly ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › SPECIAL SKILLS. Facial expressions. Choreographing. Acting. Acoustic Guitar. Electric Guitar. Cello. Violin. Public Speaking. Charisma.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › GROUP. ENHYPEN ❪ 2020 — present ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › POSITIONS. Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer ❪ Unofficial ❫

୨୧˚ . ✷ › YEARS ACTIVE. 2010 — present

୨୧˚ . ✷ › INSTAGRAM. kr.kawaguchi ❪ Professional Public Account ❫. @2005.1201 ❪ Personal Private Account ❫. nokofi ❪ Public Spam Account ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › TWITTER. @2005.1201 ❪ Private Spam Account ❫. @junhaoru ❪ Secret Fan Account ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › WEVERSE. 대출 상어~ ❪ Original ❫. Loan Shark~ ❪ Translation ❫.

୨୧˚ . ✷ › STATISTICS.

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Vocal ᎓ 94 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Dance ᎓ 96 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Rap ᎓ 70 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Visuals ᎓ 85 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Stage Presence ᎓ 85 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Producing ᎓ 64 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Songwriting ᎓ 72 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Composing ᎓ 61 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Choreography᎓ 94 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Public Speaking ᎓ 96 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Communication ᎓ 81 / 100

     ⸒ °୭̥ ୨୧ ៸៸ Leadership ᎓ 65 / 100

[kaiisers]

none of the following works belong to me. credits to rightful authors. contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

⿻ last updated: may 27, ‘23

just the tip. ──── gepard, welt, himeko, serval, jing yuan, luocha

cw. reader is afab with no pronouns used. public sex (luocha), straps, sex toys (himeko and serval), a little size kink (jing yuan), a little soft dom (welt). not sfw, minors dni.

praise. ──── gepard, jingyuan, blade, welt, dan heng, luocha

cw. afab reader, praise kink, sexual content, no gendered prns used

THE ASTRAL EXPRESS

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ DAN HENG

just for tonight.

cw. fem reader, SPOILERS FOR HONKAI STAR RAIL. (?) dan heng’s dragon form bruh, hear me out on this one, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, you grab dan heng’s horns as he eats u out like a mad man, um um um pussydrunk!dan heng me thinks, oh my days dan heng’s dragon form omyomymomygodsh, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ WELT YANG

blurred lines.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your stepdad just can’t say no when it comes to your comfort!

cw. fem!reader, stepcest, age gap [welt is middle aged, reader in late 20’s], daddy kink, comfort -> sex, praise + pet names [honey, angel, sweet girl], a little size kink

JARILO-VI

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ GEPARD LANDAU

gepard is weak.

cw. for fem!reader. i just really think gepard is weak to pussy is all…

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ SAMPO KOSKI

business dealings . ──── 3.5k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ sampo's line of work has given him a lot of experience in getting what he wants.

cw. corruption kink, naive virgin reader, sampo is manipulative n kinda sleazy. reader is afab but no gendered terms/language are used. reader is chubby, shorter than sampo. loss of virginity, blowjobs, coming inside.

THE XIANZHOU LUOFU

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ JING YUAN

distracting the general.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ jing yuan has a tendency to fall asleep on duty, and who better to help him wake up and focus than you?

cw. gn!reader, a tad bit of consensual somnophilia (?), oral (m. receiving), praise [pretty thing], the two of you almost get caught

filthy love.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ as time comes to pass, you start to realize the general you’re so fond of is a much less morally upstanding man when he’s in bed!

cw. fem!reader, filthy filthy sex, pervy!jing yuan, cunnilingus, a little bit of fingering, teasing / begging, sir kink, lots of praise [smart girl, good girl, pretty thing], a little dumbification, mentions of overstimulation, creampie, minors + ageless dni!

temptress. ──── 1.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ heavily infatuated with the thought of you against me but marriage wasn’t easy and he knew that.

cw. fem!reader. husband and wife. established relationship. reader is upset. in game spoilers. no prep. unprotected sex. breast fondling. fucking on a desk. neck kissing. biting. overstimulation??? slight/small fingering just a bit. mentions of breeding if you can call it that? pet names: my dove. my beloved. baby girl. my temptress. my wife. MINORS DNI! AGELESS BLANK BLOGS DNI!

try me. ──── 1.1k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ holograms, your beloathed.

cw. fem!reader. chubby!reader. acting!general!reader. established relationship. sexual desires/implied sex dreams [those dreams/desires will be italicized but implied unprotected sex. marking. face riding. hair pulling.] fingering. finger riding. guided masturbation?? hologram!jing yuan. nipple play. teasing? pet names: good girl. baby. my girl. he calls reader acting general as a command. MINORS DNI. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI! acting!general!fem!reader + hologram!jing yuan

[d1rlin]

☆﹔lovecore names

﹐ Aphrodite﹒ Adore ﹒Adora ﹒ Amore ﹒ Amoris ﹒ amour

﹐ Athens ﹒ Athena ﹒ Agapi ﹒ Agape

﹐ Blossom ﹒ Bloom ﹒ Bird ﹒ Birdie/Birdy ﹒ Berry/Barry/Berri

﹐ Bonny/Bonnie ﹒ Bell/Belle ﹒ Beau

﹐ Beauty ﹒ Cupi/Cupid/Cupyd ﹒ Cheri/Cherri ﹒ Cherie/Cherrie

﹐ Chery/Cherry

﹐Cordelia ﹒ Caron ﹒ Care ﹒ Crimson/Chrimson ﹒ Cleo ﹒ Clyde

﹐ Charity ﹒ Cher ﹒ Candy ﹒ Crush

﹐ Date ﹒ Dove ﹒ Dear/Deer ﹒ Dearly ﹒Desire﹒ Darling ﹒ Eros

﹐ Esme ﹒ Gardener/Gardiner ﹒ Garden

﹐ Gardinia/Gardenia/Gardenea ﹒ Gardena ﹒ Heart/Hart ﹒ Heartly/Heartley/Hartley

﹐ Hera ﹒ Helen/Helene/Hellen ﹒ Honey ﹒ Juliet/Juliette ﹒ Julieta ﹒ Juno

﹐ Kiss ﹒ Kare ﹒ Love ﹒ Lovely

﹐ Lovella ﹒ Lovell/Lovelle ﹒ Lady ﹒ lass ﹒ Pink ﹒ Petal ﹒ Paris

﹐ Prince/Princess ﹒ Rose ﹒ Rouge

﹐ Red ﹒ Romeo ﹒ Romero ﹒ Roman ﹒ Royal ﹒ Sweet ﹒ Sweetie

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢

☆﹔Dollcore names

﹐ porcelain ﹒ puppet ﹒ marionette ﹒ doll ﹒ dolly ﹒ moppet

﹐ cellulite ﹒ silk ﹒ Belle ﹒ bunny

﹐ Dottie ﹒ Lottie ﹒ Macy ﹒ Silvie ﹒ cub ﹒ lamb ﹒ sprout

﹐ showstopper ﹒ Venus ﹒ angel

﹐ dollface ﹒ dream ﹒ vixen ﹒ siren ﹒ sweetheart ﹒ enchanter

﹐ Apollo

[mutinousescent]

⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 – 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

“She was a paper goddess constantly folding herself into poetry, heartstrings infused with music and eyes bleeding art. her pale skin was wrapped in earthy ink and soft ivy. she kissed the cosmos and held chaos in her heart.”

°. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 – 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 • °.

Iliana Winter Torres was known as an angel in human form by her family, she was the glue that kept everyone together and no matter how dark things got in the Torres household—her presence brought her family peace and because her father, Leonardo Torres was a politician the Torres family needed all the peace that came with Iliana. It was a known fact that Leonardo wanted things to be done his way and didn’t care about who he had to hurt to get what he wanted, this was something that Leonardo had passed down to Luca, Iliana’s older brother. Luca felt that whatever he touched was his and didn’t care about the consequences. The Torres siblings had grown up with a silver spoon in their mouths and Luca made sure that everyone knew who he was and that their lives were in his hand. A fact that Iliana hated, she liked her life and was grateful that she never wanted for things, but she didn’t think that she was better than anyone—she hated that the public saw her as a 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 because that wasn’t the case. If it was up to Iliana her father would’ve just focused on the family business, her mother would go back to being a model and Luca would stop carrying himself around like he was God’s gift to the world but unfortunately that wasn’t the case and before she could blink, her life would be turned upside down and 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 would be the only thing left for the Torres family.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞.

The soft melody of the music pushed her further into the beat. “1, 2 3.” She counted, her leg instead upward as her feline physique lean sideways then her feet arched as she held the pose for a few moments, extended her arms outward as she spun. “1, 2, 3, 4.” She mused as she released herself from the current position, slowly leaning forward and the sound of footsteps caused her green eyes to roll in their orbit. The room became silent which caused her to lift herself up and her attention landed on the men in suits. “It’s time to go, Princess.” The bald man spoke in a flat tone. “That is not my name, and you know it.” He nodded his head. “My apologize but we do need to head out, the senator is awaiting.” She scuffed, soft sigh escaped from her lips as her eyes scanned the room and she caught the instructor’s gaze. “I’m sorry for this. I will be at practice next week.” Elanor smiled back at the brunette. “We will see you next week, Iliana.”

Iliana turned towards the men, she nodded her head as she held the duffel bag in one hand and the pads of her fingers scrolled through her call log. “Luca get a grip.” She mumbled under her breathe as she felt the cold breeze brush against her porcelain cheeks, sliding in the backseat of the town car and her eyes landed on her father.

“Papa, what are you doing here?” She questioned; her lips twisted into a soft smile. “Dove, I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright. How was rehearsal?” The smile that was on her lips at his question, “It was great. I am going to be playing Juliet for the play. I am so happy that I pushed myself to audition. I can’t wait for everyone to see it live.” Leonardo nodded his head, his smile mirrored hers. “I know that it will be amazing just like you. We have a press conference today so your mother and brother are already on their way to the location, we are heading to the house for you to change and then we will head to the same location so try and relax.” Iliana nodded her head; she inhaled and exhaled a deep breath. She could feel her father’s eyes on her, and she knew that he was watching her. Iliana may have been the light in the Torres family, but she still had her own demons, the constant voices in her head. “Did you take your meds today, Dove?” She knew he would ask her sooner or later, her sage eyes shifted from the window and onto her father. “Yes, Papa.”

‘𝐿𝑖𝑎𝑟’ The voice echoed in her head; she shook her head once as her gaze fell back onto the window. Iliana wasn’t one to lie to her father but at the same time, she couldn’t tell him the truth. She hated how she felt when she took her medicine and she wanted to breathe. It wasn’t like she answers the voices, she wasn’t 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, right?

The town car came to a sudden halt which caused her to pull her gaze from the window and onto her father. “I’ll be right back, Papa. I won’t keep you long.” Leonardo nodded his head. “Take your time, Dove.”

•••

“Look who decided to bless us with her presence.” The sound of Luca’s voice caused Iliana to roll her sage eyes clockwise and a soft sigh to escape her nude lips. “It’s good to see you to older brother.” Iliana arms wrapped around her mother’s waist to give her a quick hug. “Don’t mind him, Winter. He is just jealous.” Her mother mused as she squeezed Iliana. “You look beautiful, ma.” Her mother’s lips curled into a wide smile. “And, my precious daughter, you look like a goddess.” Iliana shook her head as soft giggles emitted from her lips. “Are we ready?” Leonardo’s deep voice caused everyone to turn in his direction, smiles were plastered on everyone’s face as they head towards the stage.

'𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛.’

'𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?'

The voice mused which caused Iliana to shake her head, the brunette tried to focus on the words her father spoke through his speech, but she couldn’t hear him.

'𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪���.'

'𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯.'

The sound of screaming caused Iliana to blink a couple of times, her emerald eyes scanned her surroundings as she spotted Luca on the ground; blood oozed out of his head and tears cascaded down her porcelain face. “L…L..Luca.” She mumbled; she felt a set of arms wrapped around her waist. “Let me go. Let me go, I need to help Luca. Please…” The tears blurring her vision as his lifeless body fading from her eyes sight. “Calm down.” The raspy voice echoed in her head as she shook her head, the pain surged into her body. “Put me down.” She managed to say, “No can-do Princess.” She couldn’t utter another word; her head was spinning as she was tossed into a moving vehicle and her eyelids slowly fluttered shut. “Luca..”

“Dove, can you hear me?” The sound of her father’s voice rang in her ear as her eyelids sprung open and confusion was evident on her features. “Papa…” She whispered as his arms pulled her in a warm embrace. “Thank God, we already lost Luca, we couldn’t lose you too.” The events slowly coming back to her, Luca’s dead body flashed before her eyes as she held on tight to her father. “No…Not Luca.” The pain was evident in her voice as her words cracked, her father held her. “He’s gone.” After a couple of minutes, Leonardo released his hold on her as he rose to his full stature and looked down at his daughter. “You will stay in this room for now, we will be relocating into another home soon. I’m sorry Dove but the outside world will no longer be seeing your face.” Before Iliana could utter a word, her father disappeared from her line of vision and her heart increased as her knees pressed into her chest.

'𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛.'

“Shut up. Shut up, shut up.” She belted out, her palms pressed against her ear as she rocked back and forth; moist droplets sliding down her face. “Luca..”

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥.

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୨୧ (NICKNAMES COD MEN WOULD CALL YOU) .ᐟ

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୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : nicknames ghost, soap, gaz, price, graves and konig would call you in a relationship!

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff - just cute nicknames

simon 'ghost' riley

love

darling

my love

dove

johnny 'soap' mctavish

bonnie

my lass

baby

pup

kyle 'gaz' garrick

baby

babe

sweetheart

angel

john price

darling

sweetheart

honey

sweetie

phillip graves

doll

dollface

princess

sugar

konig

lieb - dear

Puppe - doll

baby

sweets

[rosewatering]

『✞』;;  ﴾ a lesson in martyrdom ﴿

nefelibata (n.) lit. "cloud-walker"; one who lives in the clouds of her own imagination and dreams.

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❆⊰『 — † Mourning Dove º Starfallen º Psychopomp. ;; 』

         A fawn-eyed doll, painted so pale, and built so delicately—           written in the pages of a fairy-tale, the desultory naiad had wandered far away.-           Often, her pale lashes were bashfully lowered to           rosy with blood blooming beneath her porcelain.           t seemed as though cobwebs and dewdrops could gather on them           and were a chore to lift. When she would,           however, her eyes could outshine even the brightest star.

         Her hair was the color of moonlight on water, spun silver           and tousled with faerie-light and pearl. Fine tremors ran           through her lissome frame, her nearly diaphanous, alabastrine flesh markedly           cool— etiolated, nearly. Even the beat of a butterfly's wing could bruise her.           A haunting, ethereal pulchritude. Elysian,           just like an angel, clad in wings and veined with blood of otherworlds.

She wore an ineffable air of tragedy like a perfume, and a wavering seashine seldom left her eyes, as if everlastingly on the precipice of tears. She carried a blessing she could only just learn to bear; to be acutely aware of hauntings by night terrors in her  waking life, traipsing the bridge between life and death. In her fragile reality, it was as if she could wrap the fabric of space around herself like a cloak. Forsaken by light, an eclipse was her antiseptic.

Death-rapt and ill-starred, ghosts cling to a being that can’t help but to listen to their lamentations. She danced through dusky climes, leaving only apparitions in her wake— and a lingering, disquieting whisper of the funereal world which cradled her. In its wintry vast, perhaps, her teardrops would blossom lilies for lonely graves, and alight the stars for ghostmakers as lost as herself.

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.º Haunted .• ‘’ a siren, who clings to rivers, and hands of faithful lovers; the dead are faithful. ‘’ -=--- + † +---=- The little one is never truly alone, as lonely as she may appear. Ghosts seldom leave her alone. If a loved one is near, the dec- -eased may urge her to let them speak, or, tell her things that she otherwise wouldn't— and perhaps shouldn't— know.

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.º Rabbit-hearted .• ‘’ promise me, when you see a white rose, you'll think of me. ‘’  -=--- + † +---=- It’s almost as if the lithe chambers to her heart are glass, and you can see into the machinations of her mind. An underlying sense of un- -easiness persists, as if she could bolt at the slightest sound, or the seashine of her eyes could trickle over her pallid lashes. But, when she lets out a tremulous giggle,her smile would almost make one forget just how crestfallen she may be.

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.º Belongings .• ‘’ i shut my eyes, the world drops dead,i think i made       you up inside my head. ‘’             -=--- + † +---=- ¤ Crow feathers are woven into her hair, from her sweet friend Fitheach. ¤ Little black book, written in with ela- -borate cursive. Each page is signed with a different name. ¤ A silver ring with a peculiar, almost living aura. ¤ The leather choker with upside- -down crosses she once wore is now tied around one thigh, hold- -ing an unloaded pistol inscribed with 'Phantom'. ¤ A dogchain pendant, with 'captain' inscribed onto the back. ¤ Her staves have a misty cloud ar- ound them, with dew and snow falling, leaving faint illuminated mist and droplets in her path, and perhaps a lily petal or two.

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.º Funereal .• ‘’ the teardrops that she wept, grew lilies upon forgotten graves. ‘’  -=--- + † +---=-  Evidenced by her perpetual near- tearfulness, a tristful air follows wherever she may go. Perhaps she is tristful in nature, or the spirits that follow her leave a dreary air in their wake. At times, it can even be suffocating.

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.º Return .• '' the lingering between life and dreams, is so achingly lonely, that i could die. ''         -=--- + † +---=- Raenyste has been away for a while now... she is still the same little elf, but, her whimsicality shines a little less bright, and she doesn't seem to gaze up at the sky in the same way as she once always did. She seems frightful, in an almost eerily contagious way. Her stutter may have improved, at least.