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almondpiglet · 1 month ago
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needed to draw something this year for tomes bday...really wanted to draw her highschool friends
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gardens0fbabyl0n · 8 months ago
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Good Girl
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Dominick Carisi x Reader warnings: smut, language
It’s late at night and you’ve been needy for him all week. Regrettably you both had been too busy but now he’s finally here and you’ve been making out heavily for a good while. You were growing impatient. He could sense it. Finally, you had shed your clothes and relocated to your bedroom. 
Dominick asks if you're gonna be a good girl for him but you just laugh and whisper a 'no' while he kisses down your neck. He stops and looks up at you, his brow furrowed, and you grab his jaw and kiss him again before you push him off of you. You turn around and get on your hands and knees in front of him, biting your lip, feeling so damn cheeky. He gasps, and you roll your hips forward, your wet pussy in his face now and his hot breath on you is already making your arousal drip out of you.
'No?' Dominick repeats and you feel his fingers spread your lips, dragging between your folds, playing with your juices. 'You're gonna be bad? You're gonna be a bad girl? What am I supposed to do about that?'
You swallow a moan, shaking with anticipation, knowing you got him where you wanted him - absolutely fucking feral.
'Put your big cock in me and fuck me hard, make me scream. Please, Dominick.' you rock back on his hand, desperate for more contact, just as he withdraws.
You can hear him lick his fingers, then curse under his breath before he finally grabs your hips and with one rough thrust he is inside you, filling you to the hilt. You cry out his name in pleasure, knees already threatening to buckle. He sets a hard, fast rhythm, fucking into you relentlessly, just like you wanted him to, and god, does it feel good.
'Mmmhmmm I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock.' Dominick moans, his fingers finding your clit to rub circles there while he fucks into you roughly.  
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saetoru · 1 year ago
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lil space nerd suguru is so precious to me. that one guy in your classes who’s got that neat lil man bun and bangs framing his face—sometimes he wears glasses when he’s especially tired in the mornings. he’s always taking diligent notes and pays attention in every class—even when that loud, talkative white haired guy who’s always with him is bugging him on the side. he’s always wearing baggy clothes that are two sizes too big for him and no one has really heard him talk more than he absolutely needs to because he keeps to himself.
and then you get to know him. he’s more talkative than you realize, slips in a sly comment that flusters you a bit without even trying. you didn’t realize he could be so smooth—but you suppose someone who’s so quiet and keeps to themselves so often is probably observant enough to know the little things about you. he’s painfully smart and knows random little things about random topics, but especially loves space. he’s a bit bashful when you notice the collection of books in his room for the first time. and sometimes, if you ask the right questions and seem genuinely interested enough, he’ll ramble a bit and throw in a bunch of facts and theories that he knows, too focused on speaking to notice the way you’re staring at him in awe. his hair frames his face perfectly and his jaw is sharp and his eyes get so animated when he’s passionate about something.
and then, under all those baggy clothes, he’s actually broad and muscled—strong arms and hands that wrap around your waist or settle on your hips and pull you against a sturdy chest. sometimes, when it’s just the two of you, he sits around shirtless with his hair down, glasses perched on his nose as he lays on your lap. he’s pretty like that—he’s pretty all the time, but especially when he’s alone with you and let’s himself be more open. he’s not so quiet when you get to really know him, a little bit of a tease when he wants to be, endearingly talkative when the topic is up his alley, and so gentle and sweet and patient and kind, it’s easy enough to fall in love with him. it’s even easier to never stop.
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honnelander · 1 year ago
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asdfghjkl I love your writing. Your Sanji & reader have my heart forreal 🫶🏼✨ keep up the great work 😘
Suggestion: reader having a niche hobby (like knitting/crocheting, or collecting shells, anything really LOL 😆 your choice) and Sanji’s reaction to that
you are soooo sweet thank you!! this request/suggestion was so cute, i loved it.
when i read "collecting shells" i immediately knew what i wanted to write for it and this is how i think go fish!Sanji would react to reader collecting sea shells as a niche hobby:
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When you had started collecting shells, it didn't start out as a hobby, far from it in fact. You didn't even know collecting sea shells was considered a hobby until Luffy pointed it out to you.
"Oh, wow! You collect shells y/n? How cool!" Luffy gushed with his signature bright smile that lit up his face. That's one of the things you loved about Luffy, he had the ability to make any rudimentary task seem like the most special thing ever. "What a cool hobby!"
And that was when your shell-collecting hobby was born. At first, you had just wanted a souvenir of some sort, just wanting a small piece of each island you visited so you could look back at your collection one day and remember all of the places you've ever been to.
It was something very special to you. So imagine how you felt when you nearly forgot to grab a shell one day, during a routine island pit stop to restock the ship's supplies, when the weather suddenly took a turn for the worst just as the straw-hat crew was making their way towards the ship.
You liked to grab a shell right before you left. Usually, you had your routine: you would go to the closest beach to where the Going Merry was docked at, take a moment to survey the assortment of shells scattered along the beach, and pick out the shell that most reflected your either long or short time on the island. You loved it.
But during that particular trip, your shell-collecting routine didn't go as planned and you nearly had a heart attack at the thought of missing a shell.
The weather had suddenly turned for the worst as you and the crew were walking back towards the Merry. All of a sudden, it started to downpour so everyone decided to run back to the ship as fast as they could before all of the ship's supplies got ruined (well, everyone except for Zoro, who was already back on the ship with his stuff, not wanting to stick around on any island longer than he had to).
As you all were running up the plank to board the ship one by one, Luffy suddenly called out to you from the dock as you tailed behind Nami with Sanji right behind you.
"Wait! Y/n!" he called out and you stopped at the top of the plank to look back at him through the rain. "What about your sea shell? Don't forget to go and grab one!"
You gasped and your eyes widened. Your heart nearly dropped at the thought of forgetting to grab a shell and in turn, forgetting all about your visit to this island. "My shell!"
"Your what?" Sanji asked loudly over the rain, next to you.
You quickly dropped your crate of supplies on the ship's deck, not caring anymore if they got wet or not. "I have to go get my sea shell!" you replied quickly, running past him and back to the dock.
"Don't worry, y/n, we will be waiting right here for you!" Luffy reassured with a nod. "Now go get your shell!" he yelled and raised his fist in the air.
You gave him a grateful smile as you dashed towards the nearest beach, Sanji watching you go with a curious look in his eye before bringing your supply crate inside and out of the rain.
That night, as Sanji was cleaning up the kitchen, you were still at the table finishing up the warm soup he had made that night for dinner (he loved that you were a slow eater, it meant that most nights he got to spend a little bit of extra alone time with you in his favorite place), he asked you about your niche hobby.
"Feeling better now?" Sanji asked, breaking the comfortable silence as he cleaned off one of his knives with a rag, sneaking a look at you with a small smile. "All warmed up from being out in the rain too long?"
You hummed in agreement. "Absolutely," you nearly purred in delight (Sanji felt his heartbeat stutter for a second at your tone. He's never heard you like that before). You looked at the chef with gratitude. "Your food always hits the spot Sanji, but the soup you made tonight just hit differently. It warmed me right up."
"Ok good," Sanji laughed softly, looking at you for a few seconds through his blonde hair, and flicked it to the side slightly. "I can't have you getting sick on me now." He finished cleaning off the one knife, setting it down on the counter, picking up another to clean before he asked with a raised brow, "So, uh, why did you go back today? Something about a sea shell?"
And that's how he learned about your niche hobby.
You told him all about it; about how you wanted a small token from everywhere you've ever been, how long you've been doing it, described some of your favorite sea shells you've found so far, and how you couldn't wait to show your collection to your kids and grandkids someday and in turn, telling them all about your adventures with the straw hat pirates.
As Sanji listened to you explain your hobby to him, he couldn't help but smile to himself, stealing glances at you every so often. He loved listening to you talk about the things you were passionate about. He loved the way your face lit up and your eyes sparkled.
And for something as unique and special as this? He loved it even more because he knew that this little hobby of yours went way beyond just collecting shells, it was your own way of physically manifesting your hopes and dreams. Each shell you acquired was another story you would tell your future kids about. You were sharing a part of your soul with him, and Sanji was completely enamored.
From that night forward, Sanji had decided that he too would start a sea shell collection of his own, without you knowing, so that someday in the future, he could surprise you and your kids with it, with the beautiful sea shells he had secretly collected right alongside you, his future wife, the whole time.
He couldn't wait to see the look on your face someday.
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dirty-dianas · 4 months ago
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‘No Question’ Tyga ft Sabrina Claudio
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2aceofspades · 1 year ago
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*slaps star sticker on Leo's forehead*
Love you ♡♡♡
Ace don't stop being rad
Awwwee!
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Now we're twinning :)
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weepingalaxy · 3 months ago
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lets see if it works this time
hello parvis (and parvill) enjoyers. i have some food for you
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sup everyone meet Toronto Pigeon, she's a big sook who only wants to cuddle and be held and I love her so much
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inaris-mage-of-storms · 1 year ago
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When he stepped out back for a break, Tango looked up the definition of 'muscle memory' on his phone.
The ability to reproduce a particular movement without conscious thought, acquired as a result of frequent repetition of that movement.
Frequent repetition. Yeah, that was what he thought. Tango sighed, leaning his head against the brick wall and staring up at the sky. Jimmy had mentioned a brief stint in restaurants previously, and it didn't take long for his muscle memory of kitchen tasks to kick in, but there were other habits that came just a little too easily for Tango's liking.
The way he grinned expectantly after teasing or goading them, and looked confused when they didn't insult him back. How easily 'sorry' fell from his lips over and over for the smallest mistake, even for mistakes that weren't his. The way he laughed after getting flustered and fumbling something was adorable, but the oh my gosh, I'm so stupid! that followed was less so. The way he said I'm an idiot with such levity, said it like it was an immutable fact, didn't sit well with Tango.
All habits that came to him easily, like muscle memory. Like the result of something that had happened over and over and over.
It wasn't the first time he had noticed these little habits, but they stood out more now that there wasn't anyone around who was actively teasing him. Before, it had seemed like an act, a call-and-response game Jimmy played with his oldest friends. Now, seeing the response without the call, it just seemed...
When Skizz said you were great, Jimmy! You absolutely crushed it! after a particularly hectic shift, Jimmy's eyes widened with genuine surprise before a grin spread across his face.
"Really?" he asked, a little hesitance in his voice, like he fully expected Skizz to take it back and tell him no, he was awful.
"Really!" said Skizz, but exchanged a glance with Tango. The compliments came thick and fast after that, from both of them, and Tango loved the way Jimmy absolutely thrived under them. He would do anything to protect that smile, and he knew Skizz would do the same.
"Hey. Jimmy."
Jimmy turned to look at Tango while Skizz locked up the building. "Yeah?"
Tango smiled. "You're amazing."
He could see Jimmy's ears flush even under the dim streetlight. "I am, aren't I?" he said happily.
To anyone else the comment might have come across a little cocky, a little overconfident. But Tango heard the hesitance behind it, the uncertain hope of someone finally beginning to realize their worth.
Skizz laughed. "Look at this guy and his well-deserved confidence!" he teased, ruffling Jimmy's hair. He and Tango exhanged another look, this time one of victory rather than concern. "But yeah, you are, and don't you forget it!"
Jimmy beamed. It didn't matter how their shifts in the restaurant went anymore, thought Tango. Angry customers, burned food, broken dishes; he'd get over all of it, as long as Jimmy was smiling like that at the end of the day.
}{ Part Two }{
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silentgrim · 10 months ago
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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒… 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔.
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sealrock · 11 months ago
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decembhyur, day 6: memory
you're gonna go far, kid.
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golden-eye-ramblings · 5 months ago
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Mashle OC Time
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Introducing Ribollita Rossi of House Orca! Thank you SO SO much to @nyankocatnyan for the wonderful art! Go check them now out!! And now for the info dump
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Name: Ribollita Rossi
Age: 18
Height: 5'9(175cm)
Blood Type: AB
Dominant Hand: Right
Foot Size: 26.8cm
Good Subjects: Dark Magic, Magic Mathematics, Potions, Magic Pharmacy
Bad Subjects: Fortune Telling, Broom Class(Me? Flying? ARE YOU INSANE?! WHAT IF LIGHTNING STRIKES ME AS I TAKE OFF?!)
Favorite Words: Serenity and Stillness
Favorite Food: Espresso and coincidentally ribollita
Hobbies: Meditation, Yoga, Photography, Singing
Favorite Type of the Opposite Sex: "Someone who can save me from myself."
Dislikes: Outside, strangers, potential threats
Frequently Visited School Spots: Dorm room.
E.g. use of spending money: Home security tools
How to spend holidays: Staying within the comforts of his own room
Personal Magic: Fears. Allows him to tap into the four main fear responses of others(fight, flight, freeze or fawn), can also hone in on and manifest phobias and paranoias.
Seconds: Fears: Primals. Allows him to tap into and manifest the primal fears every human is conditioned to fear. Examples being darkness, isolation, death and the unknown.
If y'all have any questions about my boy Ribo please send em my way! I love talking about ocs,,, so much,,, pls,,,
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soulshards · 1 month ago
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FFXIVWRITE 2024, PROMPT #25: PERPETUITY tw: none • words: 420 ft. Ezekiel @bloodredhands
the state or quality of lasting forever
Ezekiel had always thought that death would be a mercy for him, and, even now - after everything, he wished it to be true. After everything he had been through, he still wished for an end. He wished for peace, as corruption spread, seeping further into skin and bone, twisting his body into being less his own and more its. He no longer grew old. He no longer changed with the weathering of time - frozen, stuck, unbending.
He watched his friends come and go. He held them, when they finally passed. Their lives are so short. How he wished for more.
He watched his partner come and go. He wept, when he finally passed. Though they spent many long years together, they would never be enough.
It was not fair, as control was pulled from his grasp by a being not even of this world. By a hungry, visceral creature that wanted nothing but violence. Each day, it was harder to keep it at bay. Each day, it was harder to not lose that small spark of humanity he had left. Each day, he had to keep reminding himself who he was.
A friend, a brother, a husband. A soldier, a fighter, a survivor.
But when surviving turned into… forever? When they were nothing left but an empty, dusty star that had finally fallen to calamity and time? Forever was a long time.
There were no more heroes to save the realm, no man or women strong enough to stop the star being rent asunder. Maybe, in another life, it could have been him. Maybe he could have stepped up, to be what the people needed.
He was not destined for greatness.
He was destined to walk this world forever, alone, in the maddening silence that surrounded him. Claws dragged through the earth, searching for any morsels to sate its hunger, searching for any signs of life. No more words would leave him, only guttural growls and cries into the ever lasting night - and when bored enough, slipping through to the realm in which it was birthed from, to find something there.
Alone, desperate, angry. Hungry, powerful, deadly.
Let the earth consume him, let the leaves wither and bones turn to ash. Let the sky witness his undoing, the stars being the only ones to witness his fall. Let him rest, finally.
But this is not the path of righteousness. This is not the path of endings; this is the path of perpetuity.
It was not supposed to end this way.
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scorpioracha · 1 year ago
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​tw: corruption kink/dub con
My brain is swirling with thoughts of jeongin with a corruption kink😵‍💫
Just imagine you’re his innocent best friend coming to him and confessing that your panties get wet every time you’re around him, damn near in tears thinking there’s something wrong with you. and jeongin being the amazing best friend he is reassuring you that it’s perfectly normal and that he can make it better all while his hand is creeping up your tiny little skirt.
Your pretty doe eyes and pouty lips asking him if this is okay and he just smirks
“Of course it’s okay, y/n. All best friends do this, that’s what makes them closer”
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theloveinc · 1 year ago
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tw: prostitution probs
OMG I know your shinsou drabble about him faking being your pimp for an undercover mission was like a little long ago, but it changed my atoms molecular structure
Like maybe you both are discussing what you've discovered that night on the couch you're sharing with the criminal and you hear somebody coming and than you gotta act like you're having... YKNOW??? 😫
Like maybe you noticed it first so then you like throw yourself on top of shinsou, fake moaning that sounds real, bouncing a little on top of him so the couch creeks a little to really sell it and it takes a little for shinsou to catch on but he's a mess because you sound real 😣😣😣
And from the criminal's POV, it's dark so he can't see your clothes that are on and is like well don't like me interrupt you before he heads back to whatever he came from 🤭
(link to ref. post here!)
SFAJKSDHJKAFDSHK it only takes him about five seconds to get the gist of the scene but... those five seconds change his entire perspective on the both of you, don't you think??
Because I think for the first few moments when he thinks it's real... he forms an entire confession in his head that's ready to spill from his lips just as fast, going hot where your hands splay on his chest, his cock jumping in his jeans when he tries to say your name. Even the hands he immediately puts on your hips to help guide you are genuine, not just to make the whole thing look... less pretend.
But then your eyes are shooting back down to his face and they're not filled with love or lust, they're filled with panic in waiting for him to play along....... and the whole moment he was able to build up comes crashing down, forcing him to realize exactly how he feels about you and....... how doomed your situation is, if you're gonna have to physically, now, keep up the charade rather than just label it.
(Especially because he's supposed to be the one in charge, the pimp, and it kinda makes him want to vomit thinking about treating you like something he owns, and yet he still has to pull himself together enough so that the criminal doesn't get suspicious if he actually acts like he loves you..............)
Then they're gone and you're all relieved (still sitting on his crotch) and now he has an entirely NEW problem that has to be faced (gasp, his feelings!!), and that's aside from the chub he's praying to god you can't feel.
Good. Grief.
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lcs-library · 1 month ago
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(i really love your writing, so im very excited to see that requests are open! also, do you write the menus yourself? if so, thats so cool!! i love the aesthetic so much)
could i ask for an apple danish with tsumugi? and off of the normal menu, a black tea as well (still w tsumu), please. there's so many i wanna request lol, thanks in advance <3
AWAWAWAWA TY GOMPY I'M SO PLEASED EHEHE.... And yes! I write the menus myself, but the images and stuff I use are usually from @.saradika-graphics. That said I can assure you I spent a good two hours poring over a bunch of barista blogs and reddit threads to come up with the new menu and try to think up prompts www... Anyway! Please enjoy!!
Request rules | Cafe menu | Autumn menu
Apple Danish: They bring you/their s/o/their friend to an orchard! How does it go? 
🥚I think Tsumu would have a great time in an orchard! 
🥚He’d be so happy to be surrounded by all the pretty trees, calmly picking apples with you.
🥚“Do you think this one’s good? It’s a bit on the small side, though… but it’s cute. You think so, too? Let’s take it home, then!”
🥚He’s no Omi, but he seems like the type of guy who knows exactly what to look for when it comes to fruit, and every single thing he picks tastes incredible. 
🥚He’s also def the kind of guy who just takes leaves and rubs them between his fingers because Texture. When he thinks you’re not looking, he’ll be caressing the branch and rubbing the leaves as he loses himself in thought. 
🥚“Hm? Ah, I didn’t realize you were there! Sorry, I should be holding your hand, not the tree’s, right? …There we go. Is that better?”
🥚The next day, his phone’s camera roll is filled to the brim with a bunch of blurry photos of you wwww
🥚“Even if they don’t look the best, you have to admit, the blurred colors look nice together, right? We can call it abstract art.” 
Black Tea: How do they comfort their s/o?
🥚When you’re feeling down, I promise Tsumu knew how you felt ten seconds before you did, and is already by your side. 
🥚“Dear, did something happen, are you alrigh- Oh. Come here, sit by me.”
🥚He’s the perfect gentleman, too. 
🥚You want space? He’ll give you space, but not without making you a cup of tea first.
🥚You want a hug? He’s so gentle with you, as if you’ll shatter to pieces if he squeezes too hard.
🥚You’re not sure what you need? That’s alright, you can take your time, he’ll happily sit by your side and rub your back until you’re ready to talk again. 
🥚Once you are, he’ll gently guide you through your feelings, and help you cope(he’s not letting that psychology degree go to waste).
🥚“Will you tell me what happened, please? I promise I won’t laugh, and I definitely won’t be mad at you. I’m here to help, remember? We can do this together.”
🥚And of course, after everything’s over, and you’re calm at the very least, he’ll take his hand in yours, and give it a brief kiss before squeezing it tight.
🥚“I’m proud of you, dear. Never forget that, okay?”
🥚Weh……… the sweetie pie<3
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