#・ .˳⁺⁎ 𓂃 ⌗ ⠀:⠀ asks.

[valalice]

۶ৎ dating older gf! caitlyn kiramman and having to endure the drastic ways the two of you text. cw. age gap (two consenting adults, about a 10 year age gap). reader is a college student. slightly suggestive. a somewhat modern au?

when you first started dating caitlyn you found it endearing and rather cute at how proper she texts you. always making sure to start her sentences when a capital letter and having correct punctuation. going out of her way to correct your speach : "Remember to capitalize I's, darling." // "There should've been a comma between there." // "So many exclamation marks, my baby must be really excited."

she also became rather familiar with all of your quick abbreviations, but not without questioning them : "What does PMO mean?" // "At this point, I know that one!" // "ABT means about?" // "I know BRB. Do you really think I'm that old?"

no matter at what stage you and caitlyn are at she will always keep sending you those chivalrous texts that makes your heart flutter when you read them. they started during the early stages of dating and they just happened to stick : "Good morning, Baby. Just made it to the office, already counting down the hours until we meet up for lunch." // "I hope your classes haven't been too draining today. Remember to eat and stay hydrated!" // "I miss you, pretty girl. Would you mind if I stopped by for a moment to see you?" // "You just continue to take my breath away."

older gf! caitlyn loves to spoil you by randomly sending you money, screenshots of purchases she got for you, or secret gifts that pop up in front of your door. she doesn't think twice when she sends you money or spends money on you, it's so casual for her to care for you in this way. but, it was, and still is an adjustment to openly accept the large quantities of money she sends to your bank account : "Don't worry about it, darling. You deserve it with all your hard work." // "Got you a little gift. X" // "Spoil yourself for me while I'm away on this conference." // "Look outside your door." // "I have your rent covered for this month, love." // "Treat you and your friends to a dinner."

you love to see how you're rubbing off on her in the way she text. she isn't adapting all of your short abbreviations for words and sayings, but she had adapted the use of you "Adorable emoji faces." as caitlyn calls them, even though you try to tell her they aren't even emojis : "Going to be picking you up in a couple of hours. Can't wait to spend the weekend with you. :D" // "But you could also do homework at my place. ;)" // "The office loved those brownies you baked! You're such a sweetheart. <3" // "Work? >:( I told you I'd take care of you. No need for you to worry your pretty little head about anything."

and when you try to send her suggestive text and decide to be risky on her phone, on her internet, older gf! caitlyn is quick to put you in your place : "Don't start something you can't finish." // "You're being a little minx today, aren't you?" // "Mhm. You're too cute when you're needy." // "Where'd my good girl go, and why has she been replaced with a brat instead?" // "A please could get you a long way."

. . . as much as you tease older gf! caitlyn on being "so old" and "texting like an old lady" you find all her efforts at keeping up with you (and even correcting you) heartwarming.

[icedemi]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 !

˒ 🍥 ៸៸ feat : junichiro , dazai , fukuzawa !

cw : cumplay. mentions of ; pregnancy??. unprotected sex, cum eating ; ( junichiro ) fem! implied reader ( mentions of cunt ) NOT proofread . NSFW below the cut . MDNI... !! 🎀

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junichiro ;

poor baby didn't even notice the condom broke until you gave him the"seriously?" look, he swears he didn't mean it !

immediately pulls out and watches his essence seep out of you in embarrassment..

" s-shit m'sorry sweetheart... want me to draw you a bath? " he shyly offered as he kissed your inner thighs.

a devilish smirk appeared on your face , one thing leads to another and suddenly . . .

junichiro is a whimpering mess eating his cum out of your leaking hole ??

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dazai ;

this shitbag 100% came inside on purpose ! can you blame him though..? the way you were clenching around his thick cock is enough to drive him crazy..

he swears he was "hypnotized" by the feeling of your sweet cunt he couldn't stop himself, he promises he's sorry and it won't happen again ! (it'll happen again..)

he slowly inserts his long slender and fuck, veiny fingers into the depths of your cunt, collecting all of his warm seed.

" open up 'donna, c'mon it's good for you ! s'full of my sweet delicious nutrients.. "

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fukuzawa ;

as you were bent over his desk taking his thick length, you whine at the sudden empty feeling..

turning your head, you see fukuzawa had pulled out and is throwing away the broken semi-filled condom.

" 'zawa..? is everything okay? "

"condom broke.."

"seriously?! that's the third time this week ! "

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :

🖋️ // hiya everyone ! i kinda rushed this one since i hadn't posted in over a month, took a mental health break + a bit of revamping!!

got lazy towards the end.. (sorry fukuzawa lovers!) ive had like NO motivation and id love for you ppl to send me requests and thirsts...!!!! PLS 🫶🫶 askbox is always open 🎀

©icedemi 2024 don't steal, translate, re-upload etc. reblogs r appreciated! 💌

[kozumesphone]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[hwaflms]

i'm ngl i was reading happy now but fell asleep midway and had the craziest dream abt jaehyun (...pornstar!jh don't ask, but your thoughts are very welcome, if you'd so graciously provide them 🙏), thank you for this blessing of a fic, i'm gonna go back to finishing it :3

UR SO SWEET??? thank you sm i hope you enjoyed it :(

and omg anon ur on to smth with pornstar!jae i NEED to hear abt ur dream hold on……..,

im thinking about pornstar!jae who knows he’s got a huge cock and acts like it too. no one has ever made a single complaint about working with him because he’s just too good at what he does; he knows just how to use his mouth, knows all the right dirty little things to whisper in her ear, never cums first.

pornstar!jae who catches you watching his latest, and is surprised that innocent little you seems to be enjoying watching him fuck a woman senseless on a kitchen counter, blushing as you keep your volume low at sounds of their pleasure.

pornstar!jae who jerked off to the thought for the first time in a long while, picturing your hand stuffed in your panties while you touched yourself to him, wishing it was you underneath him instead. being the little shit he is, he makes a number of allusions to the incident, driving you mad because you’re not sure whether he knows or not.

pornstar!jae who finally confesses he wants to fuck you in the most casual manner, stroking your bright red cheek with a thumb slowly. you can only imagine his surprise when you shyly ask whether you can make a lil movie out of it, all his thoughts shooting straight down to his cock.

pornstar!jae who has you bent over his balcony railing, drilling into you long and hard, a hand slapped over your mouth to not wake the neighbours. he has your dress bunched up over your breasts, watching them jiggle with each hard thrust, positioning you so you’re facing the lens of the camera. he gives you exactly what you wanted and more, and with each coo of “dirty girl” and each slip of his fingers into your mouth, your moans sound even more pornographic than those of the women he fucked on screen. you’ve already come all over his mouth, but he’s absolutely relentless as he slips a hand around you to rub fast circles on to your throbbing clit.

pornstar!jae who downloads and saves the video on to his ‘favourites’ album, knowing that would be the only thing he’d watch for the next couple months. he knows it would do numbers if he posted it but he wants it to be ‘his special lil secret’, even thought you both know there would be more to come.

[shouyuus]

"dance with me." "i don't -- i don't dance." "c'mon, just try." "i... i don't know how." "trust me and just let your body... move." // there's beauty in this too, beauty in this brutality. can't you see it? this art i've made of my body, this love i've written into my blood, my bones -- for you. // "hey. have you ever fallen in love?" "sure. once." "yeah? and then what happened?" "i dunno... the story's still ongoing, isn't it?" // in which a boxer and a ballet dancer fall in love // "touch her? trust me, buddy, you're not ready for the damage i could do."

𖥔 ultraviolet 𖥔 // rain x vi selfship

[ynnova]

scolded

' GLIMPSES OF THE PAST ' ask game // scolded 📼

scolded – for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

time period . 2021 | wc . 1.7k | tw . hiding injuries / description of injury, language, thoughts of being a problem (don't know how to word that properly sorry), brief allusion of mingi's hiatus, hospitals

you were uncomfortable. the longer you stood on your ankle, the harsher the throbbing got. and dancing on it definitely didn't help the pain. you tried being gently with it, but the choreo was demanding on your feet.

if only you had been more careful during that performance. then you wouldn't have fallen the way you did and hurt you ankle the way you did. you told the guys and staff you were okay after it was all over, pushing back the pain that was slowly beginning to appear. you couldn't afford to cause any issues for everyone because you hurt your damn ankle.

not when the nine of you were able to perform together again.

"stop," your choreographer said, "y/n you're not moving your feet correctly," he said, pointing out what the issue was. you heard some of your boyfriends let out a few annoyed sighs, but none of them said anything.

"i'm sorry," you said, feeling a wave of guilt and anxiety wash over you like a tidal wave. the throbbing of your ankle didn't help this feeling either.

"it's okay, why don't we all take a break to work individually and then we'll come back," he suggest and the others nod their heads. "wooyoung will you work with y/n?"

"sure," he said with a huff but wooyoung didn't look at you and it made your heart sink. you can tell he's annoyed that you all haven't moved on from this part of the choreo because no matter what your stupid foot just wouldn't move like you needed it to.

it’s also getting harder to walk without limping, but you tried in order to not make it obvious that you were hurt. you bent down, feigning to fix your socks when really you were just trying to massage your ankle a little bit. an attempt to ease the pain if just for a little bit.

when you straighten back up, wooyoung is standing next to you. his face was void of his usual energy and instead replaced with a tired expression. tired and annoyed.

"thank you for helping me, woo," you tell him softly but he only hums in response, grabbing you by the forearm to guide you over to the wall where you can focus more.

"let's just get this over with," he says before he's getting into position and the two of you begin running through the choreo without much conversation.

and so you both ran over the choreo over and over again until you thought you were going to collapse. the pain in your ankle was starting to grow unbearable and you could see wooyoung's patience begin to grow thin with each time you messed up.

"y/n," wooyoung's voice sounded just as annoyed as he looked. a sigh leaving from between his lips and his eyebrows furrowed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "what about this is so fucking hard?"

"i-i don't know, my feet– they just..." you didn't know how to tell him that you're trying your best, but your ankle just wasn't cooperating.

"we've been doing the same choreo part for the past three days. what about it isn't fucking sticking, huh?" his tone is aggressive as he speaks to you.

"i'm trying my fucking best, wooyoung."

"apparently not!"

"hey you two!" hongjoong calls out, stepping between the two of you before either of you could go any further.

but that doesn't stop wooyoung, "hyung! she's fucking up! tell her we're all tired of waiting on her and want to move on!"

"wooyoung, you need to chill," hongjoong says turning to the younger male. his leader tone coming out as he speaks to wooyoung. "let's just... run through it one more time and call it a day," he suggests and everyone around agrees while you choose to remind quiet.

you walk over to your spot, opting to lean more on your other side than the one that is slowly becoming more and more pained. you'll have to soak your foot once you get back to the dorm.

you all are going through the choreo, putting all your focus on trying not to put too much pressure on your one foot when you suddenly feel a painful cramp run through it. the cramp makes you halt in your movements as you suddenly drop to the floor, attempting to reach for your foot. suddenly, the music stops and some of your boyfriends are rushing over to you, calling your name.

"y/n, what's wrong? what's wrong?" you hear hongjoong asking, but you can't find it in yourself to answer him. the pain makes it too unbearable to do anything. you feel tears beginning to run down your face as a sob racks through your body.

"her foot! check her foot!" you hear seonghwa say and you can only scream no! inside your head as you feel someone ripping your shoe off before your sock.

"what the fuck?" hongjoong says, "her foot is all bruised and swollen, someone go get a manager. we need to take her to the hospital."

"y/n, sweetheart, can you open your eyes for me?" seonghwa's voice is calm as he gently cups your face. you didn't even realize your eyes were closed as you attempted to open them, tears blurring your vision but you can tell its seonghwa. "baby, it'll be okay," he says, taking one of your hands and letting you squeeze it. "manager-nim is gonna take us to the hospital."

"n-no, please," you manage to whimper out as another sob racks through your chest as your eyes drift from seonghwa to hongjoong who has your foot resting in his lap. your other boyfriends are standing watching you in shock.

and then your eyes meet with wooyoung’s who looks like he was just punched in gut, face full of guilt from having just yelled at you. your eyes go back to seonghwa; however, not able to bare your own guilt of not telling anyone.

you felt your eyes closing again as a bunch of voices came into the practice room before you were quickly, yet careful being picked up and carried. you could just faintly hear hongjoong talking before his voice fades, your mind once again being consumed with the pain. you were put into the van, eyes opening to see you were sandwiched between your eldest two boyfriends. how did hongjoong even get here so fast.

you were still holding seonghwa's hand, when you used your other one to rest for hongjoong's. your captain wordlessly taking your hand, thumb running over the back in order to sooth you.

"why didn't you tell us about your foot, y/n?" hongjoong finally asks, voice full of different emotions, mainly worry.

"i'm s-sorry," you say in an attempt to try and move it, but you let out a hiss at the pain that shoots through your entire leg.

"baby, don't move it," seonghwa tells you.

once you made it to the hospital and into a room, the doctors were quick to tell you and your manager that you had sprained your ankle. you had sprained it when you fell on stage a week ago. if you had gone any longer without treating it, then you definitely would have done some serious damage to it.

"she'll need to rest for about four weeks, maybe longer if it doesn't start to heal," the doctor said and you felt the blood leave your face at his words. you wouldn't be able to practice or perform for at least four weeks. this is was exactly what you didn't want to happen.

the doctor and nurses did a few more things before giving you and your manager what you needed to treat your ankle, including a brace over your foot. as they were examining it you finally got a good look at how bad it was. swollen and bruised all the hell, you could see the bruises and hissed every time a nurse poked at your foot.

once you were released, you and manager found hongjoong and seonghwa in the waiting room. both of their eyes drifting down to where your brace was, frowns painting their lips. seonghwa was the one to help you to the van while hongjoong and your manager walked in front of you both. your manager relaying the information the doctor told both of you to your boyfriend.

the pain was still there, but wasn't as bad as earlier; however, the silence on the ride to the dorms was just as unbearable as the pain your suffered from. hongjoong refused to speak, eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his lips as he looked out the window beside him.

"joong–

"why didn't you tell us you hurt your ankle?" he asks, cutting you off, but still didn't look at you.

"i... i didn't want to– didn't want to worry anyone," you said. "i was scared i would cause a problem and i didn't think it was a big deal at first but th–

"didn't think it was a big deal!?" he cuts you off again, turning to finally look at you and that's when you notice the tears in his eyes. "you got hurt! of course that's a big deal! don't be so selfish, y/n! do you know how scared i was when i saw you fall to the floor earlier!" he confesses, tears running down his cheeks and you can't stop your own tears from falling. guilt finally eating at you.

"i'm sorry," you say, hanging your head as you try wiping your tears away, but seonghwa is quick to engulf you in his arms.

"please don't think you'll cause issues or problems," he says softly, "we love you so much and don't want to see you in pain. please don't hide stuff from us."

"i'm sorry for hiding my injury from you guys," you tell them, eyes meeting hongjoong's, "i was afraid of causing more issues if i wasn't able to perform with you guys, especially after we just got mingi back. i didn't want him to be stressed either," you add, looking down at your hands as you continue to cry.

"my love," seonghwa says, pressing a kiss to your head before you feel hongjoong lean over to kiss you as well.

"promise you won't hide stuff from us anymore," hongjoong says and you look at him before nodding your head.

"i promise."

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⠀⠀EDITOR'S NOTE : srry for dissapearing editor's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀block is literally beating me up 💔💔

[transidiotloli]

I am problematic!!

Me My name is Tenshi, 🇯🇵ノ🇹🇭ノ🇰🇷ノ🇰🇵ノ🇨🇳ノ🇧🇷!!!!

I'm 0/2/4/7/12/15/500/899 years(I am Polyage>w<)

I am radqueer, radinclus, xennie, parafilica, comship, proship, otherkin, alterhuman, lolicon, shotacon, nanacon, complex n anti contact

@bupsafr3ak mie dada>w< n @slugpatient mie friends:D

A little loli(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I make flags, userbox n symbols:3.

I do it on my own, that is, I don't make requests.

Stances:

Loliqueer, littlequeer, Apatheticqueer, Satisqueer, citrusqueer, strawberryqueer, radqueer:D

All my names!

��Kay, ²Daisy, ³Kurimi, ⁴Dolly, ⁵Mumi, ⁶Bambi, ⁷Cari, ⁸Mili, ⁹Lilico, ¹⁰Coral, ¹¹una, ¹²Rex, ¹³Nyx, ¹⁴Aika, ¹⁵Ruby, ¹⁶Castiel, ¹⁷Otto, ¹⁸Daze, ¹⁹Yuu, ²⁰Nomi, ²¹Miette, ²²Melodie, ²³Blair, ²⁴Aya, ²⁵Lex, ²⁶Ocho, ²⁷Ira, ²⁸Ophe, ²⁹Ray, ³⁰Laine, ³¹Axe, ³²Miette, ³³Mimi, ³⁴Zany, ³⁵Nuko, ³⁶Aino, ³⁷Irene, ³⁸satan, ³⁹len, ⁴⁰Haru, ⁴¹Myme, ⁴²Sora, ⁴³Fizz, ⁴⁴Neo, ⁴⁵Lyra, ⁴⁶Misa, ⁴⁷Poe, ⁴⁸ Ari, ⁴⁹Ayuna, ⁵⁰Buzz, ⁵¹Aria, ⁵²Nelly, ⁵³Villy, ⁵⁴Puffi, ⁵⁵Dot, ⁵⁶Marnie, ⁵⁷Miu, ⁵⁸Aima, ⁵⁹Chie, ⁶⁰Ryo, ⁶¹Limbo, ⁶²Lys, ⁶³Kiki, ⁶⁴Minou, ⁶⁵Hima, ⁶⁶Fuwa, ⁶⁷Mici, ⁶⁸Minou, ⁶⁹Cane, ⁷⁰Milo, ⁷¹Grace, ⁷²Faye, ⁷³Doye, ⁷⁴Astyr, ⁷⁵Cyn, ⁷⁶Zeno, ⁷⁷Stella, ⁷⁸Nori, ⁷⁹Lyalka, ⁸⁰Luna, ⁸¹Starry, ⁸²Ester, ⁸³Mikio, ⁸⁴Uta, ⁸⁴Noemi, ⁸⁵Haze, ⁸⁶Opal, ⁸⁷Wyn, ⁸⁸Hoshi, ⁸⁹Sidra, ⁹⁰Nadime, ⁹¹Lila, ⁹²Meru, ⁹³Monoka, ⁹⁴ Bite, ⁹⁵ Gutz, ⁹⁶blade, ⁹⁷ Kata, ⁹⁸Buredo, ⁹⁹Tenshi, ¹⁰⁰Neko, ¹⁰¹Rinku, ¹⁰² Nikushimi, ¹⁰³ Cake, ¹⁰⁴Medae, ¹⁰⁵Cinna, ¹⁰⁶Soda, ¹⁰⁷ Core, ¹⁰⁸Candy, ¹⁰⁹ Sherbet, ¹¹⁰Nou, ¹¹¹Noi, ¹¹² Jass, ¹¹³Amos, ¹¹⁴Rue, ¹¹⁵Sarreil, ¹¹⁶Mailia, ¹¹⁷Luke, ¹¹⁸Theo, ¹¹⁹Max, ¹¹⁹Yuri, ¹²⁰Akira, ¹²¹Yuki, ¹²²Croos, ¹²³Hymn, ¹²⁴ Necro, ¹²⁵Aero, ¹²⁶ Puff, ¹²⁷Gia, ¹²⁸Elodie, ¹²⁹Zip, ¹³⁰ Ai, ¹³¹Vera, ¹³² Etchel, ¹³³Goomie, ¹³⁴Benika

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[luvielie]

ok agora mandando o link certo 🙏🏻 pfvrrrrr divinha, se possível e se for do seu agrado, eu iria amar ouvir seus pensamentos pensantes sobre esses dois 🥺

releva o errado eu sou meio lesa às vezes SHDSJSOSBAOABSOSNB um beijo pra ti mwah mwah 🎀💋

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKK sem problemas, bestie, eu dou várias dessa tbm

warnings: corruption kink (kinda?), dubcon, double penetration, nipple play, oral [f and m receiving], face sitting, dirty talk etc etc etc (não tenho controle sobre o que isso se tornou)

ok, para esse cenário eu imaginei a reader sendo uma garotinha bem bobinha, um pouco ingênua, ali no comecinho dos seus vinte anos e recém-completados. eles três se conheceram em uma peça que estavam fazendo juntos, seu primeiro grande papel, e acabaram ficando bem amigos, do tipo próximos mesmo, porque os dois te acolheram como se você fosse uma gatinha perdida, cuidando de você, te ajudando em tudo que você precisasse e, por serem atores mais experientes, te dando vários conselhos e dicas muito úteis para usar no palco, bem como fora dele.

enfim. em uma noite qualquer, após o ensaio, todo o elenco e a equipe de produção se juntam numa conversa descontraída enquanto arrumam a bagunça e se preparam para ir embora. você não saberia dizer como, mas o assunto acabou chegando no tópico sexo, mais especificamente algo que nunca fizeram na cama (ou fora dela) e morrem de vontade de experimentar. você fica só ouvindo as libertinagens quietinha, meio que no cantinho do camarim compartilhado, escondidinha, torcendo para ninguém te perceber, porém, não consegue escapar por muito tempo: uma das atrizes leva a atenção para você, perguntando o seu fetiche, e ficam todos os pares de olhos assim 👀👀👀 esperando pela sua resposta.

você fica morrendo de vergonha, toda coradinha e nervosa, sem saber o que falar, suando frio, e demorando horrores pra conseguir soltar um "acho que threesome" num gaguejo fraquinho, quase inaudível, mas que atingiu os ouvidos certos. quase que imediatamente ao te ouvir, enzo e fernando se encaram, num misto de surpresa e cumplicidade, só para confirmar que as duas cabeças (ou, melhor, as quatro) estavam maquinando sobre a mesma coisa.

conversa vai, conversa vem, vocês três finalmente vão embora juntos, no carro de fernando (não sei se ele dirige, vamos imaginar que sim), porque moram todos no mesmo prédio. a viagem quase toda foi um completo silêncio, exceto pela música baixinha que tocava no rádio, até o argentino soltar uma risadinha de escárnio, balançando a cabeça para os dois lados. "threesome, hm? quem imaginaria...", fala, descrente, fazendo enzo rir junto, mais suave. e você, uma pobre coitada, já quer morrer de constrangimento, o rostinho queimando e o corpo se afundando no estofado de couro, praticamente se fundindo ao material negro, e chega a cogitar se seria muito dramático se atirar do carro em movimento, igual aquela cena de lady bird.

"me pergunto de onde ela tira essas ideias", o uruguaio suspira, num tom de pai decepcionado. "é isso que você faz, nena, trancada no seu quarto? fica assistindo desconhecidas sendo comidas por dois caras ao mesmo tempo, imaginando que é você no lugar delas?”, eles te olham pelo retrovisor, achando a coisinha mais fofa você toda encolhidinha e tímida, se negando a responder a pergunta.

já no elevador, você, na frente pois desce primeiro, sente o ar pesando dentro do cubículo metálico, te envolvendo em uma tensão tão palpável que poderia ser cortada a faca. sabia que os pares de olhos estavam cravados nas suas costas, queimando a pele coberta, e se pega praticamente rezando pro seu andar chegar logo e poder respirar livremente. porém, tão focada nos números brilhando no visor que indica o andar, mal notou os dois homens se aproximando, sorrateiros igual dois leões cercando uma presa, reduzindo seu espaço pessoal a nada ao te empurrar delicadamente de encontro a parede gélida.

“achei que a gente tinha te dito que você poderia nos pedir ajuda pra qualquer coisa que precisasse”, enzo diz, ressentido, a mão virando seu rostinho nervoso para que o olhasse nos olhos.

“e, quando dissemos qualquer coisa, era qualquer coisa mesmo.”, fer pontua, firme.

quando viu, estava sendo amassada em um sanduíche apertado, fer na frente e enzo atrás, te fazendo sentir cada pedacinho dos corpos robustos, fortes, te tocando, pressionando, te jogando para lá e para cá igual uma bonequinha de pano. o argentino, mais novo, era mais ansioso, pouco delicado, marcava a clavícula com mordidas e chupões, enquanto o uruguaio, por ser mais velho e experiente, era mais calmo, tranquilo, beijava e lambia carinhosamente a nuca, fazendo sua cabecinha girar com as dinâmicas completamente opostas, sem saber no que se concentrar direito.

suspirou afetada com os pares de mão percorrendo todo seu corpinho arrepiado, duas se concentrando nos peitos cobertos pelo cropped, sem sutiã, alcançando os biquinhos tesos, e duas invadindo sua saia jeans, apertando energeticamente sua bunda, praticamente toda descoberta pela calcinha minúscula. você fechou os olhinhos, fraca, a mente enuviada com tantas sensações novas criando um caos em seus neurônios.

(vamos fingir que tem uma baita transição aqui, eles levando ela pro apartamento do enzo, tirando a roupa e blablabla pq já tá enorme e ainda tem mais coisa pra desenvolver)

enzo deitou recostado na cabeceira da cama e bateu nas pernas, te chamando para sentar ali. puxou a face vermelhinha com delicadeza, te beijando com amor e desejo, e você gemeu contra a boca dele ao perceber a cabecinha do pau de fernando batendo na sua entradinha apertada, penetrando-lhe firmemente, nem precisando de muito para que você alcançasse o primeiro orgasmo da noite, e despejando-se em você logo em seguida.

sem nem ter tempo de respirar direito ou se recuperar da onda de prazer, já se vê sendo girada em cima do corpo de enzo, ficando de quatro, os joelhos abertos para comportar o tronco amplo do uruguaio entre eles e as mãozinhas apoiadas nas coxas grossas dele.

tomou um susto ao sentir as palmas grandes do homem abaixo na sua barriga, te puxando mais para trás. buscou os olhos enegrecidos de luxúria do contigiani, que pacientemente bombeava o membro ainda teso com a destra. ele sorriu para você, “seja boazinha e fica paradinha, ok?”, pediu.

o que seria impossível, principalmente quando a língua quente de enzo percorreu toda a extensão da sua bucetinha recheada, lambendo cada dobrinha sensível, sugando gotinha por gotinha dos fluídos misturados e afundando o nariz grande em toda sua umidade. você fincou as unhas curtas nos músculos sobre as palmas, apertando com força para tentar sustentar o peso nos braços trêmulos e quase gritou ao sentir o rosto masculino se prensando ainda mais fundo no seu sexo, mordiscando levemente o pontinho de nervos inchado e pulsante, todavia, foi imediatamente calada pelo falo latejante do argentino, que aproveitou a deixa para se empurrar por inteiro para dentro da cavidade molhada, te causando um engasgo, os olhos ardendo com as lágrimas que embaçavam a vista.

o quarto virou uma desordem de sons: os gemidos altos de fernando, seus grunhidos abafados pelo pau que pulsava sobre sua língua e o barulho indecente que enzo produzia ao chupar com força seus lábios sensibilizados.

“você quer o cuzinho?”, a voz melodiosa de fernando soou abafada em seus tímpanos, mas ele não falava com você. arregalou os olhinhos, assustada, ouvindo a confirmação de enzo com um desespero queimando no peito, misturado a falta de ar. o argentino te encarou com deboche: “não vai ficar medrosinha agora, né?”, provocou, movendo o quadril para frente para que você o engolisse mais fundo, calando sua insegurança com uma jatada volumosa de gozo.

agora deitadinha com as costas apoiadas no peito de enzo, não conseguia mais pronunciar um som que não fossem os gemidinhos incoerentes que vez ou outra soprava entre os dentes, convertida em uma bagunça de suor, lágrimas e porra, que escorria em gotas grossas pelos cantinhos da sua boca escancarada. observou fernando vasculhar as gavetas da cômoda ao lado da cama até encontrar um tubinho branco e azul, que você reconheceu de cara. se arrepiou ao sentir o fio gosmento e gélido escorrer por todo seu sexo, o homem esfregando os dígitos longos para espalhar o líquido transparente pelas suas duas entradinhas. o argentino não esperou para se afundar, novamente, na bucetinha agora já acostumada a recebê-lo, mas enzo te deu um tempinho para respirar, acariciando sua cintura e beijando a pele delicada do seu ombro.

“tudo bem?”, quis confirmar, a cabecinha do pau, até então negligenciado, se posicionando no buraquinho rugoso. você balançou a cabeça em uma afirmação ainda incerta, se arqueando toda com o membro grosso se enfiando dentro da entrada virgem, esticando-a lentamente, o rosto todo contorcendo-se em uma expressão incomodada. fer se abaixou o pouquinho e abocanhou seu seio direito, chupando a auréola sensível com gana, e arrastou a mão grande para o outro, massageando-o, prendendo o biquinho entre o polegar e o indicador e girando-o suavemente, numa tentativa de te distrair do desconforto.

quando você se acostumasse com a sensação, te comeriam daquele jeitinho, com força, ritmando as estocadas para você senti-los direitinho na mesma intensidade, até que se esvaziassem completamente dentro de você, te preenchendo inteira.

além disso, antes de te deixarem descansar, vão fazer questão de te comer mais uma vezinha daquele jeito, mais lentinho, invertendo as posições: dessa vez, o vogrincic virá por baixo, descansando seu rostinho suado no peito dele, e fernando virá por cima, fazendo questão de desferir alguns tapas na sua bundinha empinada e rindo, divertindo-se ao ver você se tremer todinha com o contato mais agressivo. eles se posicionariam novamente nas suas entradinhas doloridas, entrando devagarzinho pra não te machucar muito, e empurrando o gozo um do outro bem fundinho dentro de você, garantindo que as essências ficassem marcadas em seu interior por dias.

“é realmente impossível conhecer as pessoas totalmente, né?”, fer ri, cansado, no fio de voz que restou.

enzo concorda, “você olha esse rostinho de garotinha inocente e nem imagina que por baixo tem uma putinha suja que ama ficar toda entupidinha de porra.”

[stqrgirl3]

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[gladiatorcunt]

u kept talking about clark so i googled him NOW WHY THE FUCK does he look exactly like one of my profs with significantly less muscle and less hair… i’m never gonna be able to sit in class the same way

ALSNSKSKKSJSN yeah he’s been my bf for years. but um just letting you know that for an extremely urelated reason i will be flying to u and scouring the country for this man, just to like, see him 😊

(me and u trying to live with this information)

[seattlesellie]

tell me, just tell me that this

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62f46943e4082

is fucking Abby coded bro. The black shorts the sports bra is just. Abby. It’s fucking Abby.

it’s abby. we’ve been blessed 🙏🙏🙏🙏🩷

[chrollogy]

we’ve all seen the cute scenarios of chrollo nursing his darling back to health if she’s ill, but do you think Chrollo could ever succumb to a little flu? apparently the general consensus is that he has a really good immune system so he doesn’t get sick much, but wouldn’t it be cute for a darling to feel his head and feed him soup☹️

more chrollo !!! thank you nonnie >< it is indeed cute to see his lover taking care of him too !!

I can definitely see it being very rare for Chrollo to get sick, especially after growing up in Meteor City where it’s the survival of the fittest there so he often falls as the one who takes care of his significant other. But he’s a human after all, so when Chrollo does get sick he tries to brush it off as mere exhaustion on the first day to not worry you.

Though, by the second day of sickness, his whole body is extremely heavy, he feels like he’s glued to the mattress, not to mention how warm his skin feels paired with chesty coughs here, and there. Of course, you’re there at the first sign of his symptoms—one feel at his warm forehead, and you’re already chopping up ingredients to make him a comfort soup.

Chrollo is the type to be nonchalant about things, and that includes him being sick as well. So at first, when you offer to feed him in bed with the soup you made, he’s stubborn, and meekly refuses the spoonful of soup. To top it off, he says he’s ‘not sick’ but clearly his words contradict his current state. Eventually, Chrollo caves in, and lets you spoon feed him (after bickering back, and forth), and he thinks to himself that being taken care of isn’t too bad. He’s always so set on taking care of you that sometimes he doesn’t let himself be taken care of, and when he finally stops to let that happen, it shocks Chrollo as to how much he actually enjoys it.

After he makes this discovery, Chrollo allows you to nurse him ‘til he gets better like he usually does with you—whether it be feeding him, applying a cold towel to his forehead or simply reading one of his favourite antique novels to him, Chrollo accepts them with open arms. I also feel like he’s the type to become a bit clingy when he’s sick; he’ll also wear his heart of his sleeve more, albeit, not by choice. Chrollo would want you to stay by his side ‘til he gets better which usually ends up with you spending almost the whole day in bed with him, his arms never leaving your figure.

Or, if you manage to escape from his arms, and ignore his stubborn pleas, Chrollo will make sure to follow you around the house, even if it meant sacrificing a little energy just to be with you. In the kitchen? He’s behind you with arms wrapped around your waist. In the living room? He’ll lay his head on your lap while you watch TV, maybe he’d even ask you to stroke his hair while he falls asleep to the sound of the show you’re watching. At the end of the day, he’s just a man needing extra love, and attention from his lover despite not openly admitting it. ><

[ynnova]

blindsided

' GLIMPSES OF THE PAST ' ask game // blindsided 📼

blindsided – for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did.

time period . 2020 | wc . 1.1k | tw . language, cheating (not on y/n), making out, ooc seonghwa, context for seonghwa's pov is missing so... miscommunication (sort of)

"oppa, are you okay?" you ask the eldest member of the group. you notice he's been distracted the past week, but none of you are completely sure as to why.

thankfully, it was just the two of you currently in the practice room, so you could have a moment alone with seonghwa. to maybe figure out whatever it is that's bothering him. you walk over to where he's sitting on the floor and sit down next to him.

"oppa?" you say again, putting a hand on his knee which seemingly earns his attention.

"huh? oh, sorry, y/nnie, i was just... thinking is all."

"do you... want to take about it? can i help in any way?" you offer and seonghwa looks to meet your eyes for a moment before he's looking away.

"me and haneul are having some... issues. she's jealous of you and the others, so we're... taking a break," he confesses and you look at him shocked. the news took you completely off guard, no way was seonghwa and haneul taking a break. the two have been dating since before seonghwa joined the company.

you always thought that nothing could go wrong between them. you were honestly a little jealous at how perfect their relationship was. guess not everything was as perfect as it seemed.

but then something hits you, "jealous? of me and the others? what are you talking about?"

"she thought the nine of us asked a little more... than just bandmates and friends," he explains.

"but..."

"y/n," seonghwa says softly, looking towards you, "she means we were acting more than just friends. which i understand what she's saying when she sees you and the others, but of course she doesn't know you all are dating."

"i'm sorry, oppa, i didn't mean to cause any issues with haneul," you tell him and seonghwa gives you a smile that makes your heart do backflips. you know you shouldn't have a crush on seonghwa, you know it was wrong especially since he was already taken, but... damn did he make it hard not to like him.

"its okay, maybe haneul and i just wasn't meant to work out," he says and you can tell by his tone that he sounds... not upset, almost at peace with the idea of not being with haneul.

the two of you sat in silence, neither of you saying anything more for several minutes until seonghwa finally speaks up again.

"the truth is... i don't like haneul anymore," he says suddenly, looking away from you. "i've been... i have feelings for someone else recently and she's starting to pick up on it."

seonghwa's words come crashing over you. what is he saying? doesn't like haneul anymore, likes someone else?

"who is it?" you ask before you can even realize the words left your mouth.

seonghwa lets out a small chuckle, "is it not obvious?" he says, a teasing tone dripping off his words. you feel like the answer is obvious, but you still want to hear him, himself say it. not just you assuming you know the answer.

"say it," you say looking at him, and he turns to look at you. a little surprised that you would that.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, you feel your heart pounding in your chest, thumping loudly in your ears before you're nodding your head and suddenly his lips are on yours.

seonghwa's lips are just as soft as you imagined them to be. they slot against yours almost too perfectly as his hand comes to cup your face. your own hand coming up to run through his hair and it's equally as soft as his lips. you can feel your breath slowly begin to leave you the longer the two of you kissed.

pulling away a little bit to take a breath, you didn't waste a moment in kissing him again and seonghwa eagerly welcomed your lips. you let out a small gasp when you feel his teeth nibble a little at your bottom lip. you do your best to hold back a smile as you open your mouth to let seonghwa in. his tongue slipping past your lips as his arms wrap around you to hold you more securely to his body. your chest flush against his as his tongue plays with yours.

you find yourself basically drunk on seonghwa's lips, not knowing how long you had been kissing until the male finally pulls away. a trail of saliva connecting your lips, your tongues, together before it thins out and breaks. you're both breathless as seonghwa still holds you close, so close you're sharing heavy breathes between each other. seonghwa's cheeks are flushed and you're sure you look equally as flushed thanks to the heat that had built up on your face.

seonghwa opens his mouth to say something, but the opening of the practice door tears you too apart. you quickly slide a good distance away from your member and pull your phone out to seem occupied. your eyes flicker up and you feel the color drain from your face, haneul had just walked in. a smile on her face as she walks over to seonghwa.

"hwa~" she says and you feel your heart start to sink into the deepest pit of your stomach. you're such an awful person, how could you have kissed seonghwa while he was still dating haneul. how could you give in to your selfish desire and make-out with your taken bandmate?

your eyes flicker over to seonghwa, haneul has now easily taken your spot next to him and you feel something tear at your insides. maybe... he didn't actually mean what he said. maybe he was just... confused and he still loves haneul.

you feel like a fool. like you were just blindsided with the cold, hard truth.

couldn't stand being in the same room as them, quickly getting up and gathering your things, you make a mad dash out of the practice room and towards the one place that felt safe.

hongjoong's studio.

your eldest boyfriend opens the door to his studio with a confused look, letting you in as you set your stuff down and collapse onto the small couch.

"what's wrong, muse?" he says, coming to sit next to you, rubbing your back as you hide your face in your hands.

it takes you a moment to gather yourself, trying hard not to cry, after all did you really have a reason to cry over seonghwa? over letting him take your heart and crush it? finally, you took a deep breath, lifting your head up to look at hongjoong who was still waiting for you to talk to him.

"me and seonghwa kissed."

[kozumesphone]

What if you made a moodboard for me and leo valdez 🙈

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ SWEATER WEATHER .ᐟ

⤷ leo valdez x mori ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . moodboard for mori ( @nuncscioquidsitamor-14 ) & leo!

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjsjwk you ask and I shall deliver <3 here’s a moodboard for the best boy ever and you + bonus hcs ((: hope you like them! <33

he builds her metal flowers. she makes him flower crowns.

he cooks their lunch. she cooks their dinner.

he takes her for joyrides on festus. she clutches his shirt tightly while flying.

he picks dare (during truth or dare) and asks his friends to dare him to kiss her. she rolls her eyes knowingly, letting him kiss her every single time.

they raise their kids (stuffed toys collection) together. they are happy, and in love, forevermore <3

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