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THE ROYALTY AU ??? I WILL BE SEATED FOR GOJOS OMG ! I AM SUCKERRRRR FOR THEM PLEASE TELL ME MORE
JESSSSS MY LOVE HOW ARE YOU???? okay okay lemme wrap you up in blankets and tell you all about it :33
the royalty au is kinda like a choose your own path thingie??? we have princess reader for all of them but then depending on which guy you choose the story is different :33 and reader's personality changes a lil bit too !!
so yes satoru !! he was the main inspiration behind the whole au !! couldn't stop thinking about knight!satoru who has devoted himself to you because you quite literally saved his life. since they day he met you as a kid he knew that you were everything good in the world, sweet and kind and understanding. but he is not meant for you. he knows that, but he would like to be near you as long as he can. so if that means laying down his life for you he will gladly do it a thousand times over.
he just pines for you over the span of years because he knows he can never have you. you are royalty and he is nothing but that doesn't stop him from wanting you to look at only him !!
anyways yeah !! i'm very excited for this one :33 knight!satoru is so important to me !! i have like...i think 10k words written for him already??? sobbing it's so much and i'm not even done....
ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN WELL JESS !!!!!!!!! smooching you many times MWAH MWAH ILY <3333333333
ask me about my wips !!
#[𐐪— lovely mutuals. 𐑂]#— jess <3#making mental note#jess...likes...royalty aus.......#noted.#anyways#HUGGING YOU SO TIGHT BABES#MWAH MWAH#ilysmmmm#<333333333333
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOST BELOVED MICKEY!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE TODAY IS SUCH AN AMAZING DAY FOR YOU FILLED WITH SO MUCH HAPPINESS, EXCITEMENT, & GOOD VIBES!!!! 🥹🌟🎂
I HOPE ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE AND THAT YOU EAT DELICIOUS CAKE + GET ALL THE PREZZIES YOU WANT 🥳🤩😌 I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH I AM SO HAPPY WE BECAME MOOTS -> TO FRIENDS BC I JUST LOVE YOU SM!!!!! <333
YOU’RE SO SLAYFUL & STUNNING & HAVE WONDERFUL INTERESTS AND WE HAVE THE SAME TASTE IN BAD BITCHES TOO!!!! RAHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I HOPE TODAY IS WONDERFUL <3 SENDING TOJI & SATORU OVER TO SMOOCH YOU SILLY RN MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHH 🩷🥹🤭🌟🎂
- with all the love, @gothsuguru <333 MWAH 💋😽🧸
KAIROOOOO I'M GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE AND DIE I ADORE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH HOOOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!! I AM SOOOOOOGRATEFUL TO BE YOUR FRIEND YOU'RE LITERALLY SO FUCKING AMAZING I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE WITH MEEE WAAHHHHH HEHEHHEHEE MICKAIRO THE ULTIMATE BAD BITCH LOVERS<3333333333 WE'RE SOOOSO MEANT TO BE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#IDK WHAT I DID TO DESERVE YOU OOHH MY GODDDDDDDDD#BUT FUCK AM I GLAD TO BE HERE WITH YOU#TRULY#KISSING YOU SO VERY EXTRA HARD TODAY YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME LOVE<3333333#SMOOCHES SMOOOOCHES SMOOOOOCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!#kairo <3#friends!!
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KAIROOOOOOO🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 MY ANGEL MY SWEETHEART OH MYFUCKING GOD I LOVE YOU SOOSO MUCH!!!!!! YOUR TAGS ON THE SUGURU AND THE SATPRU PIECES MADE ME SMILE SOOSO BIG I NEEDED THAT SO BAD KAIRO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO MEEE<3333333333 AAAAHHHH CRYING AND SOBBING AND WEEPING I APPRECIATE YOU SMM:(((((( I AM COMING OVER TO KISS YOU EXTREMELY STUPID PLEASE GET READY FOR THAT>:333 AND WAHHH I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOD LOVE!!!!!! I HOPE YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF AND I HOPE YOU'RE SMILING LOTS N LOTS!!!!!! ILYYYYYYYYYYY<33333333 - @teddybeartoji
YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAAAAAAAAAA HOW INSANE THE PRINCE GOJO X KNIGHT READER FIC MADE ME. YOU SIMPLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I THOUGHT ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS BC WHAT THE FUCK MICKEY??? (SAID LOVINGLY BUT ALSO I’M GONNA BITE YOU BC WHAT HAPPENED TO MY MEOWMEOWS) AHHHHHHH IT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN + HAD ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT W EVERY PARAGRAPH!!!!!!!!! they’re my beloveds…… the line of “another betrayal” and leaving the window open had me physically jaw dropped…………… bc WOW. wowowowow. (and the watercolor line w the soft painted hues??? will live in my brain for all of eternity how the FUCK did you think of something so precious and beautiful???) smooching your brain kenny style ^_^
AND THE SUGU FIC . gothsuguru found dead in a ditch . head in hands . found laying on the train tracks bc WOW. I’M SO DESPERATELY IN LOVE W HIM I ABSOLUTELY CONNECT W READER LIKE I TOO WOULD THINK OF A WHOLE ROMANTIC STORY W SUGU IF I WAS ON A TRAIN AND SAW HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME BC HE WAS DESCRIBED SO BEAUTIFULLY??? reader’s questions about suguru were SO real too like that’s EXACTLY how people w crushes think??????? AHHHHH SO AMAZING
your brain mickey . I Am Kissing It Lovingly . and you as well :3 SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCH
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OMGGGGG EVAAAA!!! I'M LATE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!!! OMGGGGG DHHBVJSDK!! I hope you had a wonderful day filled with happiness, love and lots of cake and gifts darling!! May all your dreams come true Eva, you're such a amazing, talented and beautiful person I'm so blessed to have you as a friend and to know you cutie!! I love you SO SO SO MUCH and your blog and edits too, you're so awesome bby!!!!! I will do something for you, sorry it will be a bit late ; A ; *hugs* Please take care and stay safe Eva!! Don't push yourself too much oki? YOU'RE THE BEST!!! *SMOOCHES YOU ALL OVER* <3333333333
Anaaaa my love 🥰😍 thank you so much!! Don't worry about being late or anything omg, it's okay I don't mind and your cute message is enough. ^^ THANK YOU for all the kind words and wishes, for always being so nice to me (and everyone)!! For your constant support and being such a positive sunshine. You're such a blessing to know with so much talent, the feeling is mutual and I'm so grateful for your friendship. I love you a lot! Please take care, remember to rest and happy new year, I hope 2023 treats you amazing!! You always deserve the best!! Here for you if you ever need anything 💛💛💛
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AAAAAAA NORAAAAAA!!!!!! First of all I am so sorry for the time it took to reply <3 lol you know the adventure that happened so here we are ahah; Also apologies if I will sound like a total mess in this reblog, but I am basically channeling the overwhelming waves of love that I have for you so don’t mind me skjdfhsldf
I see you as one of the best San writers out there, seriously. The way in which you capture his personality, his character and the way you write dialogue and generally write for him and about him is magnificent, so I can only aspire to be able to do that and to have that kind of flow <3 I am unbelievably grateful for the fact that you enjoyed this work so much and that it made you feel this kind of warmth and affection, and love <33333333 Because really I am… ahah you say you won’t be able to move on well Nora the pleasure of talking to you, and generally knowing you exist already makes me go like the song Angel Baby: “I just wanna live in this moment forever”.
AAAAAA I am so dang happy that you liked that!!!!!!!! I am of the opinion that home is very much a feeling, and an association of memories, of intricately woven details that you have about places and people, so a person who you love is very much ‘home’. That is safety and that is security, and a warm blanket that will be there with you no matter where you go (kind of like how I tried to depict, that both reader and San are from out of town, are trying to find their place in the world, but in one another they find this loving permanence).
PLEASE I AM GOING TO TATTOO THIS REBLOG IN MY EYELIDS AND PLASTER IT ALL OVER MY WALLS AND PUT IT ON MY CLOTHING BECAUSE I WILL NEVER NOT THINK ABOUT IT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU BEAUTIFUL MAGNIFICENT HUMAN YOU NORA ARE AMAZING ILYSM!!!!!<3333333333
What if….. what if I CRIED HM?!?!!?? I am so happy that you enjoyed the dialogue… I feel like having this kind of open, kindhearted and a little cheeky communication is what makes relationships even closer; if you can be open with your feelings for someone, and they reciprocate that, this shows a whole new level of intimacy and I wanted to depict that through, exactly as you say, ‘lovemaking’. AND PLEASKFJHE PERFECT MODEL WHAT IF I SOB, AND THIS IS SAID BY THE QUEEN OF SOFT SMUT PLSsdofigkjsfgsdf (I genuinely had to check my breathing rn because I am… I have been stunned into a wholesome pile of mush you are literally too kind and I want to give you infinite smooches pls; and yes!! On that same avenue, the ability to just share those gazes, look at one another and see that they look at you as if you are their entire universe… that is precious; also on a sidenote San’s smile is literally brighter than the sun and it is a fact ;~;
Nora, I am literally so beyond elated that you liked this lil soft cuddling, conversation and planning for the future at the end <333 I’ll let you in on a little secret, but I think in part this discussion of commitment, devotion and the way in which love grows into something even larger has been inspired by our conversations; I am literally just… always blown away by how much wisdom you have, and so grateful for the stories you tell me and for the thoughts you share with me and when we had those musings about ‘what love is’ in general and how finding love is hard, but at the end so worth it… that will stay with me forever and I am grateful for it <3 You are amazing and I am so happy that you liked this fic and that you are in my life ajksfahsldkf
PLS I AM JUST KALDJHFSDSLJ HJ THE MUSEUM!?!!?? UIHJRTK LOUVRE!?!!? Respectfully I think my soul has left my body because I am just in another realm of happiness right now (I know I probably repeated the word a thousand times but that is the way I am rn you just make me so so happy <3); AND GWORL I WOULD ONLY EVER AGREE TO THAT IF YOU ARE IN THE MUSEUM FIRST YOU ARE BRILLIANCE ITSELF AND YOU WRITE ART;
Words are not enough to express how wonderful you are, and how thankful I am for your kindness, for your feelings, and for the fact that we can be in this warmth, in this golden hour together <3 thank you from the bottom of my heart and I love you so much Nora <3333
Golden hour
THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR MOUNT'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist) (join taglist)
🟡 pairing: bf!san x fem!reader 🟡 genre: smut, pwp, a lot of fluff, established relationship 🟡 summary: in the busy urban jungle, one fateful night at a jazz bar, choi san met his angel of light. from then on, each moment is a breathtaking golden hour, your love a wondrous duet. 🟡 wordcount: 6.5k 🟡 warnings/tags: loving bf san, jazzman!san, you are the apple of his eye, trumpet player, two lovebirds making it in the big city, discussion of marriage, discussion of planning for the future, yes he wants a future with you, late night coffee, being goofy, lots of hugs+heart eyes, lmk if I missed anything! 🟡 a/n: presently in the middle of being a san appreciator and listening to a lot of jazz, which resulted in quite a few song references being interlaced in this ahah; thank you so much for your support, any reblogs, comments, thoughts always appreciated!~
🟡 perma-taglist: @legohwas @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven @cqndiedcherries @uwuheeseungie @cheollipop @frankenstein852 @charreddonuts @miriamxsworld @mingigoo @michel-angelhoe @innsomniacshinestar @foxinnie8 @preciouswoozi @wooyoungjpg @mystar1024 @nebulousbookshelf @wowie-hockey @hongjoongs-patience @memoriesofwoo @ate-ez @toxicccred
🟡 nsfw tags: switch!san/the softest dom!san, switch!reader, the sheer volume of pet name use (sweetheart, darlin', love, angel, my light, my sun...), slight(?) hints at exhibitionism, light nipple play, lovebites/hickeys (giving/receiving), fingering, oral (f!recieving), handjob, hugging during sex, slow and steady, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, riding, unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that pls), cum inside, soft and gentle aftercare
Enchanted by the ghostly wisps of steam rising from the cooling rich mahogany brew, twirling into the barren nightscape until they were nothing more than echoes of a magical breath, you waited. You were tired of conversing with the shadow stretched before you, from the sun-like lamp light rays that hopped from the window at the top of the stairs all the way down. So you sat there, between the fourth and the fifth floors of your apartment complex, studying the circular holes in the steps that had become your rocking chair for reminiscing. At nights like these, you took things slow, and let yourself sink into an intimate fragility. Only you and the remnants of a busy late night shift. The hair and skin, which even after bathing seemed to cling onto most, if not the entire bouquet of aromas from the bar; the hands, still bearing the traces of coolness from having heaped buckets of ice into overpriced drinks; the faded eyeshadow, the lipstick - most of it transferred to the mug of coffee, steadily approaching lukewarm, cradled in your hands. Habitually, you traced its rim, feeling for the chip in the ceramic that it sported like a scar, after you had accidentally dropped it on the counter. Its presence was grounding. A reminder that you existed in a world beyond the endless cycles. That sometimes, the unpredictable could happen to you too.
You found companionship in the fluorescent light perched above a sign that attempted, but failed to remind the locals not to litter, and the miniature exhibition of waste backs collected right below it. This scene, viewed from so many metres above, was almost poetic. It was endearing seeing the last hints of humour that your neighbours managed to retain despite the bleakness of the complex and its surroundings. Windows facing brick walls and going grey from smog, a cacophonic roar drilling into the ear drums from the ceaseless chatter of clubbers and late night diners ambling down the nearby wonders of nightlife. The flickering, leaking neon signs above business either long-closed for the day, or just beginning to awaken were practically pitiful, and yet, you could not help but feel a twinge of sentimentality when your mind traversed the area, reminding you of any changes you had spotted, new faces, new flyers; these were the only things that, without fail, would greet you as you walked back home in your midday, another’s time for deepest slumber. Perhaps one would think you were alone or lonely in this hour, remaining out of dreamland solely to tomorrow’s disillusionment. But to anyone who would dare propose something so ridiculous, one look at the smile that graced your lips as soon as you spotted a familiar figure making its way down the courtyard, and stopping to wave at you - knowing full well that you were sat at the stairwell, would be enough to cut any argument at its root. While he was not someone who you came home to often, despite you having lived together for what was about to be a year, Choi San was the music that soothed your soul, the sweetest song, the melody of your heart. He was there for you, and you were there for him. Even if that meant turning into a nocturnal creature, conversing aimlessly with a cuppa into the early hours.
You closed your eyes and counted his steps. Both of you had made it something of a routine to avoid the main entrance. Initially it had been as a joke and as a means to flee from the permanently vexed madam in her seventies who lived on the ground floor, shrill voice and a shivering, bitey pooch cooped up and cradled like baby; she had seen the two of you in states deemed dissatisfying in her view, and as such had turned into a guardian of the complex. A guardian from two young fools who lived to the fullest. In an adoring duet, you had found paths to your comfort, and soon enough, the emergency stairs were an ascension to your palace - shared paradise spanning a couple of rooms.
San’s resolved, confident steps as he made his way up the stairwell, skipping the second, avoiding the worn down centre of the step between the first and second floors; it was so worn down, in fact, that on some nights when the moon caught this side of the building just right, it was like a fallen star. You grinned to yourself as you recalled this theory. That star worked hard on giving you your wish; the wish whose slicked back, jet black locks you could already detail in your line of sight. As he made the last turn, you gripped your mug tighter; somehow, even after years of knowing this man, of loving this man, San never failed to ignite the warmest, cosiest flame within your soul. The home you had dreamed of, found not in four walls, but in this gentleman, who was now standing before you, hand outstretched and a gentle smile on his face. You graciously accepted the assistance, and let yourself be lifted off the ground with a light pull, to come face to face with your boyfriend. Your precious, funny valentine, with a heart of gold.
“Hey, darlin’, now, I told you the gig was gonna run ‘til late, why’re you up? And with your coffee?” he drawled as he searched for a place to put the case for the second most precious aspect of his life: his trumpet, settling on a nook closer to the inner railing - protected on all sides from a fall. You hummed, and took another cautious sip, studying the man before you.
Despite having woken up at the crack of dawn to walk you to your second job before commuting to his own, there was still that inextinguishable glint in his magnificent dark eyes. Feeling your gaze on him, San rolled his shoulders back, as though he had not a hint of weariness in his muscles, accidentally forcing one side of his favourite jacket, a vintage brown piece made of corduroy, to slip and commence its slow climb down his upper arm. Sighing, you twisted to set your cup aside on one of the stair steps, and made a move to fix it back in place, ignoring the way in which San's hands rapidly snaked to your waist.
"Mm, missed you Sannie." You responded, smoothing the non-existent creases on the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath, your touches lingering as if you had not rested your form on his chest thousands of times, each occasion imprinted in your memory for as long as there was music.
"I missed you more, Y/N…” his eyes darted a couple of times to your hands, only to slowly rise, and focus on the black top that you had chosen to change into after your workday. San exhaled, amused as he imagined you waddling around the apartment wrapped up in that fleece towel you liked, ready to raid the wardrobes. Taking the very edge at the base of the article between his thumb and index finger , he toyed with it, and stated as a matter of factly: “I can see you're stealing my shirts again."
"Well… I can take it off…" you trailed off, moving to undo the very top button, stifling a giggle as San instantly dropped his act and pinched the collar together. He shook his head, gaze glossed over, unreadable. His other hand inched a little closer to your hip, sliding down - a barely noticeable change, but it nevertheless sent sparks across your skin and left you struggling to breathe.
"Uh-uh, that's for my eyes only. Can't have you flaunting something priceless for the whole block." tugging on the shirt, he guided you into his arms and wrapped himself around you, taking in the smell of home. The aroma of his gift that was today, the promise that was tomorrow, and the dream that was the symphonies of a future to come.
It was surreal, the moment he came home. Be it to wait for your shift to end while he tried to get a simple dinner cooking on the stove, or to have you waiting, just like this, curled up on the stairs, every bit a cat basking in the warm glow that resembled the sunset in its hue, falling down the steps from the window of your, and his apartment. As he stood in front of you, etching your form into his memory as if each time he saw you you were someone new, he imagined what it would be like to truly come back at sundown. Have dinner earlier than midnight, spend the evening chatting away about this and that, hidden under a woollen throw that you had found at a thrift store. Let the last rays of the sun, departing to its sleeping quarters, wash over the two of you as you would hold one another in a long, loving embrace, rocking to the ballads only you knew and shared. Sometimes he wondered whether what he played outside of this magical golden hour that was ‘you and him’ was truly music, when all the melodies to divine adoration played in your caresses. Whether the words he sang held any meaning if they were not dedicated to you, sung to you. Whether the sultry notes of the trumpet were anything but noise if you were not there to hear it.
Crash landed into the big city, he had been a boy with stars in his eyes and boundless ambition. He had wanted to fight the world alone, head on, and had no feel for the rhythm of the metropolis, its people, its jazz scene. He had assumed that he was wanted, and oh, how wrong he had been. Rejection after rejection, San had found himself playing on the streets for a couple of bills to last the day, and had run into a debt with a cruel landlord - so large, that he had considered turning to less conventional solutions. But then, by some stroke of luck, he had met other musicians who were dreamers, warriors of the arts, those with impeccable feel for every note, every off-beat both in the pieces they would cover or improvise, as well as life. Just like that, San had found himself a band, and by the grace of destiny itself, he had found himself performing at a bar, the bar, where he had the boundless joy of meeting you.
An old hole in the wall in the middle of downtown, it had been your first place of work since moving in more central from the outskirts. Having been on the scene for a lot longer than him, sweeping, cooking, mixing - anything you could get your hands on, you knew practically all the artists around town, thanks to your appreciation of their life’s essence in the form of jazz and their habitual lingering around the bar to chat after a show. As such, a new face had immediately caught your eye, and there, your gaze stayed. All through the night. All through his impeccable covers of Chet Baker’s ‘I Fall In Love Too Easily’ and ‘Like Someone In Love’, during both of which you swore you had never felt yourself being regarded with more intensity. All through the years in which you had come to move in a shared rhythm, existing in a gentle swing, cheek to cheek. For the first time, you felt as though you were staring right into the sun, but instead of tears rolling down your cheeks and agony spreading over your body, your vision cleared and new hope settled.
This rhythm did not falter. Even when some notes were played with their respective delays or anticipations, this was all a wondrous interpretation of life as a duet that was you and your favourite, your only, beloved San, trumpet player, singer, an artist through and through. The man with a dream and the resolve to achieve it. You had promised to one another that one of these days, you will see yourselves as the makers of a new oasis. Your own corner in the glimmering canyons of steel to serve as a sunny safe haven for jazzists from all walks of life. You as the owner of the new Blue Note, him as the first man on the stage. This was the future towards which you both strode, and alongside it, a heavenly devotion bloomed.
As you rocked in a sweet embrace, it was impossible to imagine anything more right. Arms around his torso and hidden from the nighttime breeze by his jacket, you sank into San’s reassuring heartbeat and loving warmth. Caught in a trance, he pressed you impossibly close as though he had not seen you in an agonising ‘forever’, and ran his fingers through your hair while a hand rested on the back of your head. The brilliant, cascading tresses that still retained some of the aroma of the cordials and syrups you often used at your job, despite the top notes being yours, and consequently, his favourite shampoo. He admired the way in which it reflected the sunset captured in the apartment, only half a flight away, a golden luminescence that made him all the more convinced that this was where the glowing, comforting star had found safety to rest. After walking through the town that was enveloped in dark hues, passing by dingy shops and streets in dire need of tender love and care, he could not help but feel blessed that all that time ago, the sun had risen for him, and all he had the pleasure of experiencing was brighter, lighter, and any trials and tribulations were merely a simple test. He fondly recollected your first meeting, having purposefully made a detour on his journey back to walk past the location that marked the beginning of your history.
“We played at a club a couple of blocks from that place tonight.”
“Where we met?” you asked, nuzzling into the crook of San’s neck and relishing in his soft hum as he continued.
“Mhm. Actually, I walked past it while going home.”
“And?” you inquired, pulling away to glance at San’s cheeky lopsided grin.
“Made me walk faster.” you raised an eyebrow, only making your boyfriend chuckle, the honey-like tone never failing to induce a thrilling flurry in your chest.
“Damn, is it that run down?”
San imitated a pondering stance, looking off to the side before returning to study your very irises, with such attentiveness that you thought he was in a world of his own. And in a way, he was. He was convinced that, for as long as he lived, San’s best view would be exactly this. These eyes that had hypnotised him as they followed his figure from across the bar, these gorgeous orbs that held the moon, the stars, the songs sung and unsung. No matter where he went and no matter what new challenge life threw at him, all he needed was to imagine you and suddenly, everything would fall into place. The young man moved to press his forehead against yours, a strand of hair that grazed his eyebrow tickling your face and causing you to scrunch your nose. The adorable reaction proved to be too much for San’s poor enamoured heart as it skipped a beat, and in an attempt to subdue the overwhelming ache he rubbed his nose against yours.
“Nope, just made me want to see you even more.” he spoke low, focusing only on your shallow, lightly trembling breaths and the intoxicating feeling of his skin against yours.
“Can you see me now?” you joked, hinting at your closeness, hands moving to graze his sides, trailing down until you could tap his alluring waist with your fingertips, stepping forward until you were practically hip to hip and you could feel the friction of his navy jeans against your skirt.
“I don’t know, Y/N, I think I need to get a little closer…” in one cautious trailing of the jawline, he cupped your face, waited for a tiny nod from you to proceed - something he had always subconsciously done when it came to loving you, and what little space had been left between your bodies was no longer.
Tenderly, like early mist settling on the dazzling midnight sea, he worshipped you with every move. Lost in a sigh, in softest caresses, you indulged in the sweetness of his precious lips, fitting so perfectly with your own. While you had not been a believer in soulmates, the only way in which you could describe the idyllic nature of your coexistence was that it was meant to be. It was as if, even though you had your respective, independent melodies, they oh so seamlessly flowed into one, body and soul. San kissed you as though you were life itself, at such a slow, sultry tempo and yet it set your soul ablaze, caught up in a wild wind. Lost in exploring your lover, you only realised how he gingerly lifted the shirt at its base when his arms brushed against yours, causing you to snicker right against him. Immediately you could feel him retract his tongue and lean back to look at you. Your eyes fluttered open after having automatically given themselves up to a sensory bliss, only to be met with San’s signature pout that was dramatically contrasted by an enticing darkness in his half-lidded orbs.
“What…” he whined barely audibly, only making your smirk deepen.
“Now what about that ‘show’ you were talking about, hm?”
“My shirt, my business.” he attempted to dive back into a kiss, digging his fingers into your sides when you tilted your head back and chuckled.
“My lips, my business.”
“Awh darlin’ don’t tease.” he batted his eyelashes, gaze darting around your face to catch any signs of caving in to his charms. However, even if he tried his hardest, his searches would amount to nothing at all, for you would not be able to get mad at his cute face even if you wanted to. As such, your facade soon dropped and you were seeking him once more.
“Don’t be bossy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good- Choi San put me dow-” you yelped as he stepped to the side, and with mischief flashing across his face, hooked you under the knees and supported your back, sweeping you off your feet for good. Careful not to let you hit the stairs, San’s strong arms held you tight against his chest, and he smiled down to give you a cheeky retort.
“Don’t be bossy~” playfully shaking your head, you let your hands find themselves loosely hanging from his neck, and gave into the addictive fiery pecks that he was leaving on your cheek, across your jaw, only to culminate in a deeper, ravishing kiss, punctuated by an unmistakable undercurrent of sensual longing. As your passion ascended into a crescendo, and the heat rising in your bodies was elevating into being unbearable, San breathlessly whispered the shared desire against your reddened lips:
“It’s time to quit stalling, methinks. Yeah?”
“Sounds fine by me.” you agreed, not fearful of sounding eager. Though apparently, that was not enough. While San dipped you forwards, eliciting a giggle and a compliant hooking of the trumpet case with your finger, he tried to correct you.
“Now, fine won’t do.” giving you another quick peck on your cheek, he began climbing towards the fifth floor, though you were certain that he was spending more time studying you than checking if he was stopping at the right level. Not bothering to mention the mug that had been abandoned, concluding that the beverage was always going to be nothing compared to the energy this wondrous love of yours gave you, you simply gave into the boisterous affection.
“Mighty fine.”
“A little better…” he mumbled back while stepping through the open window into your piece of urban heaven.
“Gonna have to work for any more than that, darling.”
“A challenge?”
“An invitation.”
The phrase almost made him falter as he attempted to gather at least some form of coherence before the submitting to your priceless seduction. Setting you back down onto the floor only to return to his hold of your waist, he shadowed your movements as you set the case down. At the first given opportunity, your boyfriend focused and nipped at the sensitive skin right above your exposed collarbone, one hand rising to hastily unbutton the shirt as you gasped at the contact and in a daze, rushed to tug at his jacket. Promptly, the article found itself on the floor, soon joined by the black shirt that you had borrowed and leaving your chest entirely exposed.
Entranced, San let himself be guided by you to the bedroom as he cupped one of your breasts and ran languid circles across the nipple, while catching you once more in a feverish kiss. Upon hearing the hint of a moan, muted by his own mouth, he inadvertently bucked his hips against you, the pressure on the growing arousal making him needy, and desperate for more touch. Stumbling down the corridor, you felt for the doorframe of the bedroom, stopping right underneath and running your hands under San’s black tee and up his abdomen. He obeyed your unspoken wish and gave you the pleasure of watching him undress, the divine, sculpted lines and edges of his body, muscles working overtime under his beautiful sunkissed skin, all in a magnificent dance. Before you could indulge in him once again, you felt a couple of pulls on the fabric of your skirt, and soon enough the elastic band had given in, and rolled down to let the material pile on the floor around you.
San guided your two hazy forms to the bed, hissing as you trailed kisses up his neck, to the side and nipped at his earlobe, your erratic, shallow breaths nearly sending him into a frenzy. Burning skin, each touch turned scalding making heat pool to your core; you saw stars as your boyfriend slipped his hand into your panties and ran two digits across your dripping sex to collect some of the nectar, before starting to rub your aroused clit, teasing it as you shot out to grab a hold of his upper arms for some illusion of stability. Whispering sweet nothings against your skin he laid you down onto the bed sheets; you could swear they had retained some of the warmth where the sun had hit them during its routinely finale, orange streaks stalking across the apartment. Nuzzling into San's neck you muffled your whines by turning your attention to making this moment bloom, lovebite after lovebite.
"Ah… Y/N…" he sighed, voice husky as he shifted in his half-lying posture in an attempt to get at least some friction. As he flicked your clit and glided two fingers into your entrance, curling them exactly how he knew it would drive you closer to your high, you dug your nails into his biceps to resist a tremble and uttered:
"My man, my business."
"Yours, all yours, darlin', just as you're mine."
"Mhm, ah, San, I'm- cl-" you moaned as he increased his rhythm, the wanton sounds of his digits pumping into your pussy only accelerating you to your orgasm.
"Close? Already, sweetheart?" You could sense a hint of pride in his tone, but could not form any snarky comment, thoughts turned to mush.
"Too good to me, love…"
"Now, now, and I wanted to make you feel even better…" he chided jokingly, lifting your lower half ever so slightly from the bed to slip the wet panties off fully, not once taking his eyes off yours. You tried to reach for his jeans, the erection so painfully obvious that all you could wish for was to give San at least some relief, but to no avail as he intercepted by taking a hold of your wrist, kissing your knuckles lovingly and simply requesting: “Lie back for me, darlin’, won’t you?”
Of course you would not disagree, not when you felt an emptiness from where his fingers had denied you a complete release, leaving your walls clenching around nothing, and desperation approaching an all-time high. Eagerly, you crawled and fell back on the bed, watching his figure follow you until he was hovering dangerously close, clouded over with lust. After resting his hands on your knees and then, at a deliberately slow pace, sliding them down your inner thighs for you to part your legs wider for him, he lowered himself to devour you. Placing a long kiss on your sensitive clit while holding your legs in place so you were in his temporary control, he ran his hot tongue along the length of your fold, stopping to give the bud extra attention with dedicated licking, and sucking until you were melting into the sheets and the only thing escaping your mouth were pathetic moans laced with his name and praises. As if you had been blinded by the sun, you ceased to see any definition in the world around you as your climax crashed down hard and fast, leaving you shaking and crying out for your boyfriend, who, after leaving a tentative trail of open-mouthed kisses on your pulsating core and on each of your thighs, rose to hook you under your back.
“You’re so beautiful, my love…” he cooed as he wrapped you up in a long hug, careful to let you ride out your high in the safety of his arms. He bit his lower lip as your leg accidentally grazed his clothed cock, only to squeeze his eyes shut when the action prompted him to taste you once again, sending his mind into an overdrive.
As you returned to a brighter lucidity, you gingerly fiddled with the button on San’s jeans, and proceeded to free him of their confines with the lowering of the zipper. Unable to restrain yourself from feeling the hardness of his length, you palmed it through the cotton briefs that were already showing traces of his pre-cum, and pulled down the waistband to let it spring free.
“Oh, San, please, why wait so long, you must be so on edge, I’m sorry baby…” you mumbled, lifting your hand to collect some spit, then wrapping it around his member. Instinctively his hips bucked towards you as you pumped him, barely registering how close San’s face was to yours.
“‘s alright, Y/N, but if you could… mh… kiss it better? May I?”
“Of course.”
You could taste the remnants of your orgasm on his lips and tongue, but only momentarily as he hungrily explored you. Low grunts and breathy moans fell from his mouth, only to be swallowed by your newly blooming desire for more. Deepening the kiss, you absorbed his moan as you sped up the movements of your other hand. Unable to resist the building frustration any longer, San brushed your arm and tilted his head back to show you his eyes - glazed over, full of raw want.
“I need you.”
“How?”
“I need your pussy, sweetheart.” you slowed down, teasing the tip of his cock as he gripped your hips, a coy smile dancing across your features.
“Didn’t you just have it?”
“Not enough, it seems.”
“I think we can do something about that… tell me how you want me.”
“Ride me.”
“Be my guide.”
Nodding, moved to the edge of the bed on his knees, and slid down until he was in a seated position. He motioned for you to come closer, helping you understand his wish. Raising yourself from how you had been positioned, you crept towards your boyfriend, cautiously throwing a leg over his lap until your core was millimetres away from his throbbing member. San’s hands found your ass and gave you a few nudges towards him, while you ran your fingers through his dishevelled locks, a shy smile gracing you as you thought back to how pristine he had managed to look when he had been in the stairwell. Now, he was perfect. When you tapped him to suggest your readiness, San took his cock to slot it into your entrance and with a couple of adjustments, he bottomed out inside you. Sighs combined into a single, intimate breath as his length pressed against your walls, and you rose into an unimaginable euphoria.
Foreheads pressed against one another, neither of you wanted to rush, instead succumbing to a darkness behind your eyelids and focusing exclusively on the other senses. How your inhales and exhales were equally as shallow, how the light tinge of sweat had mixed with the dark accords of his perfume - one that, after having made the step to live together, now almost permanently lingered on your skin, how the contact was every bit like being wrapped in the golden glow of a sunset. You peeked at San, catching him still in a trance, and admired how the light from the ceiling lamp out in the corridor highlighted his sharp and alluring features, all contrasted by the softest, plushest lips which you gave into the instinct to peck.
Your boyfriend gazed up at you, breaking into a heart-melting smile. Little did you know, he was counting his blessings and had to consciously remind himself that somehow you were not a sun goddess. Perhaps in disguise. You were the melody he would never get tired of hearing, the dawn and dusk that he would always greet and cherish. His muse and guiding light.
“My sun…” he pecked your cheek, flicking his nose against it while restraining himself from acting rashly. Not tonight. Tonight was all about you and him. Together.
“The light of my life…” kissing the other cheek, he groaned as you grinded your hips to have your chest almost flush against him.
“My Y/N,” “My San,”
You whispered in unison, looking at one another with an unequivocal tenderness and adoration. Two seamlessly blending into one, you did not need the days to guide you. Existing in a glittering bliss, before either of you was an angel of light. Truthfully, there need not be anything more. Only the sound of jazz to give you rhythm, and the radiance of your mutual enamourment.
As you began to ride his member, you took immeasurable pleasure in seeing San’s face contort into that of ecstasy. The fluidity of the motion rivalled that of waves that lapped the distant shores of a paradise. The oncoming bubbling of a climax that threatened to drown you in a sensual unravelling left you lost at sea, with only the rays of your favourite star enveloping you. Rocking your hips, you felt his cockhead hitting your ideal spot over and over, and whenever you would need a break, he would soothe you with a feathery touch.
The leisurely pace proved to be a build up to unfathomable ruin, as the clenching of your pussy around his hard length left San’s thoughts in a total disarray. He could not register the most basic things around him, jutting into you without a single decipherable word spilling from his lips. He gripped onto you harder, silently begging you to take him deeper, faster as his high became more imminent and he could barely hold on.
“Darling, you’re… I-I swear…”
“Ah… yes? What?”
“Can I? Please, love…”
“Yes, Sannie, please- ah!” he thrusted his hips with a newfound vigour, practically lifting you to give himself space to accelerate. The sudden change of pace sent curls of pleasure to the knot that had been building in your core, leaving you like putty in San’s hold.
“Fuck yes, Sa-an-ie… please…” lewd moans filled the bedroom as his member snapped into you with the exact beat that would send you into a frenzy. Falling apart over him, your pants rapidly turned into high-pitched whines as you could feel yourself approaching the edge to your undoing.
Just as he began to falter, you fell between his head and shoulder, shaking as another orgasm overtook you. The spasming of your sex sent him into uncontrollable pleasure and with a final few snaps of the hips, San kept you still on his cock as hot ropes of cum painted your inner walls. Embracing you like you were the most fragile being on the Earth, he glanced at you even in his half-consciousness to check if you were comfortable. Elated when you returned his regard with an elated grin, San beamed right back, giving you a quick peck before hugging you even tighter, attempting to slow his breathing while his length was still pulsating, surrounded by a divine warmth.
“So unreal… so, so marvellous, Y/N.” that seemed to reel you back from the wonderfully overwhelming sensation, and you brushed your cheek against his. Silence. Two bodies connecting, not needing the light as they lived in the afterglow. Listening to San’s heartbeat, your temple against his, you mumbled:
“I would never leave.”
“Then don’t. I would never let you go anyways.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to carry me to the bathroom.”
“I’ll even hold you in the shower.”
“Oh how romantic.” you tried to shift, only eliciting a groan from San as he cautiously moved you back, a sheepish grin on his features.
“You know what, darlin’, let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?”
“Fine by me.”
“Fine?”
“Very, very, very fine.”
Once the two of you had in part returned from your post-coital utopia, and San kept his promise and carried you around the entire apartment as though showing you off to every piece of furniture and every wall, you were clean, fuzzy from the perfectly warm shower, and wrapped up in fresh bed sheets which you had playfully commanded for San to lay down.
After having given up on immediately settling down to sleep, you and San had dissolved into a giggly mess. You had convinced him to bring his trumpet into the room and let you have another go at playing it - even though these attempts had already likely accumulated into hundreds - without much progress. At the moment, the one piece which you could confidently play was ‘a whole lot of nothing and painfully blown out air’. As you tried for the umpteenth time to produce as much as one hint of a note, you were distracted by a sudden ‘oohing’ from your boyfriend, who was watching you unwaveringly.
“What?” you lowered the trumpet and raised an eyebrow.
“That was an indirect kiss, darlin’.”
“Come on, San, what in the world-” you hit his chest playfully and attempted to return the instrument, “I’m out here huffing and puffing and that’s what you’re thinking about?”
“Mhm, and so much more…”
“Choi San.” you addressed him sternly, though nothing in your expression even remotely suggested that you meant it.
“Fine, fine, want me to show you again and proper?”
“You know what, I think I practised enough for today.” you handed him the instrument, restraining your laughter while he returned it to its case, clipping it shut and setting it aside on the bedside table closest to him.
“Well done, Y/N.” he praised you, though a hint of sarcasm did not go unnoticed.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh at me as much as you want, but you still can’t make a bloody mary.” you pointed out, making San jut out his lower lip and nod in agreement.
“Fair.”
He opened his arms wide, leaning back onto the large pillows to invite you to rest against his bare chest, an offer which you simply would never refuse. Snuggling up to him, you were in seventh heaven. One arm over his torso and the other propping you up so you would be level, you doubted that there could be anything that felt more safe, more comforting and more adoring than this. Feeling him rubbing unrushed, lulling circles on your back, accompanied by the rustling of cotton, you wanted to dissolve in this moment, your molecules reflecting onto every surface until this was all you knew.
“Y’know, I’m s’posed to have a gig next week that’s gonna cover at least three month’s rent.” he broke through the quietude with the exciting news, making you immediately look up at him, gleaming.
“What? No way, who?”
“Some bigshot from uptown wants music for his party. And who am I to refuse?”
“Damn, San, that’s amazing-”
“And, and, and, they were looking for a mixologist to make the magic happen, so if you are happy to accept, the man’s asked me to call him back tomorrow noon,” the continuation left you stunned, and you wrapped a leg around your boyfriend, embracing him until you could barely breathe.
“WHAT? San, no you didn’t I… thank you? How? I mean…” you stumbled over your words, trying your hardest to not squeal at the opportunity.
“No words needed, lovely. See? We’re gonna save up for that wedding dress in no time.”
He stated casually, but the words sent butterflies into your stomach. You had discussed official commitment early on, deciding that this was to be in your plans for certain, but considering your careers, your desires and your dreams, you wanted to find that golden sliver of stability before taking that next step. Though, as months ticked by, you could tell San’s motivation grew stronger and stronger to be able to call you his wife.
“Oh Sannie, but I told you that I don’t need anything fancy, I just need you.” you responded, trying to provide reassurance that either way, happiness was guaranteed; but it appeared that in the ghost of an intimate night, your boyfriend found entertainment in misconstruing your words into a lustful implication.
“Say that again and you are not getting out of bed for that morning shift.” you hit his chest so faintly that there was barely any impact before hiding your face against him, not reappearing until San brushed some hair away from your face and cupped your chin, “Darlin’, I just wanna have, and live a life with you. Many lives. More than.” melting into his touch, you wiggled upwards, closer to him.
“We’ll make it.” San nodded at your resolution, glancing out into the corridor - although the lamp that had provided the sun-like hues had long been turned off, the heat of your passion prolonged its echoes.
“It’s us we’re talkin’ ‘bout, it’s written out for us. And if not, we’ll take the pen and write it. You promised I’ll be the first to play at your bar… opening night.”
You took in the adoration in his eyes, while San delighted in the same feeling that was held in your own.
“Of course. And you said that the song you’ll sing will be the one you wrote for me.” barely audible, you answered, getting closer and closer to the sun that you knew would never burn you and instead only help you amplify your shine.
“The whole set, love. My all.”
#hm/golden hour#nora <3#a-nora-ble#please all the smooches for YOU#<3333#choi san x reader#choi san fluff#choi san smut#ateez
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Soft niragi hours drunk texting gf.
GO!
(please, and thank you)
Characters: Niragi Suguru, his girlfriend
Genre: Fluff. Niragi's drunk off his ham.
1.2k words
It’s going to be in the POV of the girlfriend, which is a first for me, since I usually drift towards using the actual characters more. Still don't have a name for her, so it's just... never mentioned once.
Also, we’re going off the basis that phones do work in the Borderlands, but the only numbers that work are within the Beach members because somehow they’re just like that sometimes.
Be notified that there is the barest mention of just sex but it's so briefly glossed over that it's unimportant. Also, mentions of being drunk. Obviously.
Also I am gonna base drunk texting on A) how I imagine soft Niragi would text like, and B) Drunk texts I am reading online. Hope you don’t mind.
Oh, and I was this close to making Niragi’s nickname on the texting section Calf. You know, because baby giraffe.
The phone sits peacefully on the benchtop as she stirs together leftovers in the pan, wondering where her boyfriend has been. It’s been a while since he left to hang out with the other militants down at the bar, and she came down to the kitchen to make herself dinner. It sucked that she couldn’t have dinner with her beloved, but sometimes things kept them apart and they had to do things on their own. Still, she couldn’t wait to give him all the cuddles when he got back to their room, as well as give him smooches before bedtime.
She pauses her stirring for a second as she hears her phone cheerfully chime with a notification, pulling the pan off the heat as she checks.
Nini: honyyyyyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiiiiiiii mis yiu ;(
She giggles, her lips curling in amusement at the obvious state her boyfriend was in.
Kitten: hi niragi you good?
Nini: i miss youuuuuu
Nini: wannna
Nini: wanna hug you and kisss youu
Nini: wAnt to touch
Kitten: awwwww you miss me that badly? i love you too
Nini: ❤️❤️❤️
Kitten: ❤️❤️❤️ you too!!!
Nini: nuh uh love you more ❤️
Nini: love you soooooo muuuhchh wanan
Nini: can we buy a babyy
That earns a loud snort from her. That was quite a conversation switch. She was lucky nobody was in the kitchen with her. She glances at her leftovers, and slides them back onto the heat to finish cooking. She could watch both. Maybe.
Ah, she was probably gonna burn them. She could still try to multitask.
Kitten: what do we need a baby for?
Nini: so i can hold
Nini: both
Nini: babaabbabya
Nini: i wanna name it belc
Kitten: belc?
Nini: heah
Nini: best bame for best baby
Kitten: haha okay
Kitten: i would love to raise a family with you
Kitten: be the most kickass family of all!!!!!
Nini: yeahhhhhh
Nini: gonna be so strong!!!!!!!
Nini: hey hey hey hey
Kitten: yes?
Nini: imma win this bet watch me
Kitten: okay! you can do it niragi!
There was nothing, leaving her to be able to focus on her food, which somehow hasn’t burnt, and she plates it and heads outside to the tables to eat. Her phone pings with a new text as she sits down and begins to eat.
Nini: i wondid you se did youseee
Kitten: of course! you did it!
Nini: yeha!!!!!!!
Nini: im the greatest person
Kitten: yes you are
Kitten: do you want me to come grab you later so we can cuddle?
Nini: you read my mindd!
Nini: of course i do kitten please i want your cuddledse
Kitten: just let me eat first okay?
Nini: okay take care love you!!!
Kitten: <3
Nini: <333
Kitten: <3333333333
She smiles as she sends that last heart to Niragi, and goes back to eating her food, hurrying just a little more. She couldn’t wait to be with Niragi, even if he was drunk off his mind. Maybe she could get him some water to ease him, and then head down to the infirmary to grab him some hangover pills. She would hate it if he woke up with a headache, it sounded terrible.
She doesn’t even clean up as she shovels the last bit of food into her mouth, getting up and speed walking towards the bar, pulling out her trusted kitty headband from a special pouch she kept on her and putting it on her head to make her search decades easier. It was full of people partying and drinking their cares away in alcohol, and a few mating rituals here and there. She ignores it though, heading over to a rather secluded VIP area near the back of the bar. A few militants were there, some who greet her with a casual wave.
She doesn’t really manage a greeting back as a blur of black pounces on her, the smell of alcohol hitting her nostrils. Niragi giggles happily as he squeezes her, rubbing his face against her, making her laugh.
“ You came~” Niragi purrs happily into her crook of her neck. She cards her fingers through his hair, which was still greasy from the amount of whatever he slapped in there that morning. She lightly tsked at that. She needed to give it a proper cleanse one of these days. Niragi would probably love having the softest hair imaginable than whatever the hell this was.
“ Of course I did! I wouldn’t have left you alone to be drunk on your own!” She gently pushes him away so she could reach his face, kissing his nose, Niragi grinning dopily at that. “ Ready to head back?” “ Fuck yeah I do~ Cuddles with my girlfriend are the best! Hey everyone! Look at my girlfriend!” He shouts out to the entirety of the world that resided there, pulling her close to him. A few just look to them and take a silent acknowledgement, others clapping for him with several different emotions attached. She giggles and wraps her arms around the back of his neck, resting against him.
“ Okay you dork, come on. The longer we stand here, the less we have to- Eep!” She yelps as Niragi scoops her up and starts fucking running, laughing all the while.
“ I wanna cuddle now! Time’s wasting!” She laughs, holding onto him as he runs in his clear drunk state, somehow managing to get quite far. That is, until he trips on literal air and they go flying, landing on the ground. She grunts, her butt taking most of the brunt, Niragi not that far and on the ground face down. He rolls over with a drunken giggle before she could ask if he was alright, grinning at the ceiling.
“ Oopsie.” Niragi slurs quietly, and she comes over, brushing away hair that fell in front of his face. “ No problem! Come on, we’re so close. We can walk normally! Don’t worry, I have my trusty headband on, so we will get there instantly!” Niragi’s eyes brighten despite how far away they were, and his lips curl even higher.
“ Then what are we- We waiting for! Come on!” He tries to get up, stumbling a bit. She giggles and grabs her boyfriend’s hands, carefully pulling him up. She keeps one in her hand as they walk hand and hand down the hall, heading up to their room for much needed cuddles.
“ When we finish cuddling, you’re gonna drink some water so it doesn’t hurt as badly, okay sweetie? Then I can grab you some pills for the morning.”
Niragi hums with his smile still plastered on his face, squeezing her hand a little. “ You’re- You’re soooo good to me. You’re fucking great~” “ So are you! Now come on, it’s about time!” She opens the door, pulling her boyfriend in. Niragi loudly cheers, making her laugh even more.
Man, she loved this sweet man so much.
#aib#alice in borderland#aib fanfic#alice in borderland fanfic#niragi suguru#soft niragi hours#this is oddly wholesome and sweet#soft niragi: head empty want girlfriend#who knows that he wanted her to look at so badly but he won :D#i was thiiiiiis close to putting Calf instead of Nini#nini is such a basic nickname to put but i had zero other ideas#ended up longer than i imagined who da thunk#ask
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AHHHHH!!! SUNNY SWEETHEART I HOPE I'M NOT TOO LATE OH GOSH BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABBYYYYYY!!!! *HUGS YOU REAL TIGHT*
THANK YOU SO MUCH ANA DARLING!!! You’re not late! There’s still about 4 hours left until the days over here :3 Anyways, you are such a darling and your birthday wishes are ever so sweet–just like you 💕 Thanks for taking the time to send me a caring message YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!
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Nebula: *glomps Mel and smooches her all over* :3333333333
Mel gasped and giggles as he does so."Hmm. you are so loving, honey" she said softly as she gives him a kiss.
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Ana!! 💗💗💗 happy birthday! ✨🎉🎂💖 i hope your day is going great so far and that you have lots of fun today! 💞💞💞💞💞 ilysm <3 thank you for always being such a sunshine and a lovely friend 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 best wishes ✨✨✨✨ sending you all the love and hugs! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 (i wanted to send an ask sooner but i've been at uni all morning, sorry! 👉🏻👈🏻)
CLIOOOO!!! MY CUTE DEAR LOVELY BABYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! THANK YOOUUUUUU!!!! My day was awesome, the trip was wonderful and fun even tho it was a bit hot XDDD I love you so so much Clio, thank you for coming to my life and to be such a wonderful friend of mine ; U ; it's so good to have you with us again and that you're feeling better *smooches you all over* Gonna be hoping that it stays like that and wish you can smile and keep receiving lots of love everyday cutie, you deserve the best of the best Clio!! <33333333 Awww i's alright darling, no need to apologize I completely understand ^^ hope uni is going well for you and it isn't forcing your life too much, please take care of yourself and stay safe Clio!! ILY SO SO SO MUCH BBY!!! Best wishes as well <333333333 always sending big hugs and great energy to your wayyyy~~ <3333333333
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HEEEEEEEY ANA LOVE if you still remember me I'm julia (reikans, tovsei, kkishou etc) just wanna say that it's my new blog and Im back on tumblr
OMG JULIAAAAAA!!! MY SWEETHEART YOU’RE BAAAACK!!!! GOOOSH I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AS WELL, WHEN I SAW YOU DESACTIVATED YOUR ACCOUNT I WAS SO SAD ; A ; DHFBVDHJ!! *glomps you* IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT WITH YOU BBES?!! :D I’M SOOOO HAPPY TO SEE YOU BACK HONEY!!!! I smiled so much and beamed from joy when I saw your message hehe!!! Welcome back darling!! Hope everything has been okay with you!! ; U ; *RUSHES TO YOU AND SMOOCHES YOU ALL OVER*
#reply#friends#seriously!!!#SUCH A AWESOME SURPRISE!!!#shooo happy to see you again!!!#ahhhhhh!! juliaaaa my darlingggg!!!#*huggles you*#kuguis
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I'm gonna sound like a goddamn broken record but seriously Ana I CANNOT stop staring at your Douma colouring it's so beautiful and perfect <3 I'm obsessed with black & red as a colour combination and that combined with him I was just !!!!!!!!! literally stopped breathing I was in awe! I rarely find any Douma content and that gift gave me literally everything! You did my fave demon justice <3 ilysm thank you for it again <3
OH WOW SKY!!!! I truly am so satisfied and feeling so accomplished than ever darling!! I'm so so happy you liked my Douma coloring :D hehe At first I tho on making a Dabi coloring but then decided to make Douma since I never done him :D He was tough at the beginning but gosh I really enjoyed the final result and seeing you so overjoyed with it makes me beam with happiness!! Thank you so much for all the love and sweet words on the tags I was crying seriously Sky you're so cute and lovely hon!! *hugs you real tight* Coloring him really awaken a huge interest in him and I really can't wait to see him animated :D He's so cute and awesome <3333 When I was coloring him I was always thinking how he will be animated and who would voice him <3333 hehe So curious!! *A* Really thank you bby, you deserve all the love you can get Sky! I really love you so much and I just enjoy seeing you on my dash and read your tags, always find myself giggling and smile ^^ You're the best darling, never forget that!! :D *smooches you all over* <3333333333
#reply#lovely messages#friends#tokoyammi#this brought me so much happiness bby you can't imagine!!#thank you so much!! <3333333#hope your bday was wonderful!! <333333
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