#but GOD if they aren't hair goals

[voidshaker]

Some fun doodle ideas I have for them maskless <3

With all my friends doing it you know I had to get on that spider trend. They're a wizard and they have swords, everyone in their world is a wizard! (tho most don't have swords)

Modern? High magic fantasy cosmic horror setting go brrrrrrrr. I have done horrible things to the marvel cosmology

Anyway They/Them and bringing a "Sir this is a Wendy's" energy the cosmic horrors don't really like

Only spider person to canonically get paid ('cause if you're making a Faustian bargain you should at least get dental)

Taran'Tula working like their madam web/patron esk figure

I could rotate them and the worldbuilding I'm doing for them in my brain for hours but I will cut off my rant here

[daenysx]

for the cinammon girl sleepover!! 2:00 am with poly!wolfstar, nsfw please :))

2.00 AM | POLY!WOLFSTAR

"mm-hmm, so good." sirius whispers to your ear, kissing the skin below it. "you know, you'll sleep so well after this, right? so well, baby, gonna fuck every thought out of your pretty head."

"please, sirius, please." you whimper, helplessly. he's got you in that mushy headspace, your eyes roll back as you try to keep your legs steady around his waist. he looks ethereal with his sweaty skin, his tattoos on display. he's an angel who you can't resist.

remus, your calmer boy, cannot resist his boyfriend too. he looks so soft, in contrast to sirius, he leans to the boy on his knees to kiss him. "such a handsome boy, aren't you?" he pulls sirius's hair gently, cupping the back of his neck with long fingers. sirius moans. "taking good care of our girl. look at you." remus kisses his collarbone, plays with his boyfriend as sirius keeps fucking into you.

"god- keep- keep pulling my hair, like that." sirius whispers, his hips moving at the same time. "i'm so close."

"but we can't have that." remus teases, whispering to sirius's ear as his free hand strokes your belly. "she still hasn't come. don't you think you should wait?"

"i can't- i can't, remus, please." the raven haired boy melts on sheets. "i'm sorry- i'm sorry."

sirius comes without meaning to- not really. that was remus's goal from the beginning and you know that, the teasing glint of his eyes never lies. sirius lies on bed, right next to you. he breathes heavily, poor boy, his hairline aches deliciously.

"i'm sorry- sweetheart- i couldn't-"

you reach for him to stroke his happy trail. "it's okay, baby. he meant to do that, didn't you moony?"

"call me that again." remus groans, taking you to his lap quickly.

"i was so close." you whisper to his ear. "i think you need to fix it, since this is your fault."

sirius's hand doesn't leave yours, remus strokes his hardness before pushing it inside you. you're undeniably wet, fucked out, totally messed up in the middle of the night.

"okay?" he kisses your neck soundly. "good- let me just- there you go. such a pretty girl."

"oh, remus." you moan when he pushes himself deeper. the stretch of muscles is amazing, your mind lingers on the feeling of his hands on your waist. he closes his eyes, fucking himself into you as if it's the only thing he's meant to do. you hold onto him with one arm, the other still touching sirius, waiting for the pleasure to hit you.

"come." remus whispers. "come, dove, for me."

he lies you down next to sirius gently, your muscles clench around him as all the desire leaves you in liquid form. he kisses your chest, his hand longing for his boyfriend. ropes of white mess stains your belly, and remus looks like an angel as he welcomes the pleasure with a groan.

seconds pass. "i'll clean you up." remus says, kissing both of his lovers. "don't fall asleep until i come back."

sirius smirks. it's not gonna be easy.

cinnamon girl sleepover ♡

[shinestarhwaa]

LOVEGAME || WOOSAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x San x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Tags/Warnings: Dirty language, switch!wooyoung, switch!san, switch!reader, threesome, polyamory, established relationship, woosan!soccer boyfriends, fxm & mxm content, they're horny af, so am I, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, anal play, sex toys, squirting, double stuffing, cockstepping, cockslapping, spanking, mommy kink, brat taming, degrading, praise, namecalling, fingersucking

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno @therealcuppicake @unholywriters @enbymingi @jjoongstar @igbylicious

ENJOY!

"You did it!" You screamed as you ran towards your boyfriends. San was walking upfront and he immediately wrapped his arms around you before pulling Wooyoung into the hug as well. "I'm so proud, you have no idea!"

You pressed a kiss onto Wooyoung's cheek, who had just scored the winning goal. "You really saved our asses," San grinned as he ruffled Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung giggled and flipped his non-existent long hair. "I know."

"Both of you are gonna get so lucky tonight, come home with me please?" San laughed and laid his hand on your lower back. "We have to shower darling, we're covered in sweat."

"San, I couldn't care less honestly, I just need to be filled up with cock right about now," you hissed. Wooyoung laughed and pulled you close to him. "Oh I'm not saying no to that."

Soon enough you were in Wooyoung's car, who was driving you to your house. You sat in the backseat with San, who couldn't keep his hands off of you. His hands roamed your soft thighs and he spread them apart. San's fingers trailed up your inner thigh, disappearing under your denim skirt.

"Baby, San, can't you wait until we're home? It's literally like 10 minutes away," you sighed. You saw that Wooyoung was watching the two of you through the rearview mirror, a big smirk plastered on his face and eyes full of lust. "See, you're getting Wooyoung all distracted and he's supposed to be driving."

"Wooyoung can drive just fine while I get your cunt nice and ready for us to play with tonight. You know what I can do in 10 minutes, don't you sweetheart?" San's voice was husky and full of arousal as he grunted in your ear when his hand cupped your clothed, wet pussy.

See the thing is, watching your boyfriends playing on the field always got you hot and bothered. You weren't sure if it was the jersey's, the teamwork, the calves or the fact that they had an insane amount of tension between them on the field but God, did it get you wet.

It was almost impressive that nobody knows about the polyamourous thing going on between the three of you. Some people have been suspicious, assuming San and Wooyoung are a gay couple or that you've banged them before but they didn't know it was more than that. You loved them with all your heart and the sex you're getting is just a big bonus.

San's fingers rubbed your clothed clit and you felt your wetness spreading, soaking the delicate panties Wooyoung had kindly bought you a while ago. "You're so easy aren't you? Wet in only a minute time."

"Jokes on you Choi, she's probably been soaking ever since she saw us step out on the field. Stop stroking your ego," Wooyoung said from behind the wheel. "Yeah Choi, stop stroking your ego, stroke something else," you grinned as your hand cupped his hardening cock.

San grunted as he slipped his fingers into your panties, sliding them through your wet folds. "You've got such a perfect little cunt baby, can't wait to ruin it later." "You're all talk, Sanie, who says you're ruining me later? Who says you're not begging on your knees while I step on your precious cock?"

His eyes were on fire now and he plunged two of his thick fingers into your awaiting hole. You gasped and fell forward into his embrace. San didn't ease you into it at all, taking advantage of your wetness by immediately pumping his fingers in and out of you at an inhumane pace.

"S-Sanie slow down, slow down," you cried, but San didn't care. "No baby, I'm just opening you up nicely. How else are you gonna fit our cocks in there?"

You panted and cried out his name as he kept going, ultimately finding your g-spot as he curls his fingers inside of you. San attacks your neck with countless kisses and little nibbles - a habit he's taking over from your other lover.

Before you could announce your upcoming climax he withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean as Wooyoung parked his car at your house. You panted softly and adjusted your skirt before exiting the car. The sound of your heels clicking on the concrete was like an aphrodisiac to the guys. Something about it made you feel powerful and sexy, which was probably why they enjoyed it so much as well.

You told them to follow you into the house and you ordered them to wait in the living room. They sat on the couch as you stayed in the hallway, getting rid of the miniskirt and tanktop you were wearing. You were only left in a lacy lingerie set and your heels before you entered the living room again.

The two boys were sloppily making out, cocks hardened in their jerseys. When they heard the clicking of your heels again they stopped and their mouths fell to the ground, as did Wooyoung, who immediately got on his knees. You smirked and came a little closer.

"I bet you like what you're seeing, hm?" Wooyoung nodded enthusiastically, loving the moments where you dominated them. "San, be a good boy and get on your knees beside Youngie."

San wasted no time when he heard the serious tone in your voice, taking place next to his boyfriend. "The two of you have played a very good game... So I should reward the two of you. But I think that you still need to earn it... Don't you?"

"Y-Yes, mommy, anything for you," Wooyoung breathed out. He switched easily into his submissive side, while San always needed a little more convincing. He stayed quiet for now.

"Well Wooyoung has been a good boy, to my surprise, you've been a bit naughty, my Sanie," you smirked. "Take those jerseys off boys."

The guys didn't waste any time, the football jerseys laying on the floor as they sat on their knees with their hard cocks out. "That's more like it..."

You cupped Wooyoung's cheek, pressing a kiss on his head before standing in front of San. "Now you've been naughty haven't you?" "I...I have," he mumbled. "Speak up when I talk to you," you spat. "I have," San mumbled again. You rolled your eyes as San didn't obey you to your liking.

Wooyoung looked at you with full anticipation for what was about to happen. Your eyes narrowed as you stared into San's eyes before lifting your foot up and placing it on San's cock, pressing your heel down into his shaft.

He cried out and bucked his hips upward, only hurting himself more. "You disobey me just because you like getting your cock tortured, isn't that right?" You ask San. He looks terribly embarrassed before he nodds, his eyes focussed on yours.

"Well if you want me to step on your cock and play with you, you ask me nicely, is that clear, my little whore?" You ask him. San nodds and pressed kisses over your knee and thigh. "Yes, Y/N, next time I'll ask," he sighed, still bucking up his hips.

"Well you're not getting off on my heels now, San," you said before kneeling down and taking his cock into your hand. "Wooyoung would you be a doll and help me punish our big boy?" Wooyoung smirked and nodded, scooching closer to San, sitting himself behind his boyfriend. San leaned back into Wooyoung's embrace before he yelped when you slapped his cock. "Y/N!" he cried.

You just smirked and did it again and again, making him shake, tremble and breathe heavily. "You act so big, so cool, until someone's torturing your precious cock, isn't that right? You love it, don't you?" Wooyoung whispered into his ear.

San moaned when he started to pump his shaft up and down. Wooyoung kissed the nape of his neck as you tossed your heels into the hallway and got rid of the lingerie set. San watched you undress as Wooyoung jerked him off at a quick pace, earning soft mewls and cries from him.

"You two are menaces," he grunted as he felt himself get closer to climaxing, cock twitching in Wooyoung's hand. He was feeling like putty in his lover's hands until he found the strength to escape Wooyoung's embrace.

San panted while he grabbed the both of you by your arms, taking you to your bedroom where you were both seated on your knees in front of him. "I'm done with your teasing, you're not winning from me in this game. Mouths open, now."

Wooyoung and you opened your mouths instantly. San smirked and slowly slid his cock into Wooyoung's mouth, pumping it in and out a few times before switching to your mouth. With every switch he got rougher, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

San laughed and thrusted harder into your mouth, making you tear up. "Who's the whore now, huh?" He scoffed. Your pussy clenched around nothing as you pressed your thighs together, looking for any kind of friction.

The taller male pulled his thick length out of your mouth again, pushing it into Wooyoung's. The younger moaned around the shaft as he started to play with his own neglected cock. You leaned down and lowered your mouth onto his leaking tip, licking it clean. Wooyoung mewled and bucked his hips up, forcing his cock into your mouth.

San threw his head back and moaned loudly when Wooyoung started to deepthroat him. You felt Wooyoung's hand in your hair, gently pushing your head down onto his dick as he kept bucking his hips up. Tears flowed down your cheeks as he did so and you could feel your pussy leaking arousal by now.

San pulled his cock out of Wooyoung's mouth and watched the scene you had going on with the younger. "Fuck, that's hot," he grunted. Wooyoung was a moaning mess, getting his cock sucked by you. Soon enough you were pulled off his cock before he could cum.

"Can I put a vibrator in your pussy?" Wooyoung asked as his tongue licked a stripe up from your left breast to your jaw. "A-a vibrator? Yeah, you can," you moaned. Wooyoung brought you to the bed and searched through the drawer of your nightstand. While Wooyoung was searching for the right toy you and San laid down, bodies colliding as you made out with him.

San's tongue slid over your bottom lip as he opened your legs, fingers finding your sensitive clit in no time. You whined when he pinched your clit before rubbing it in quick circles. "San, Sanie," you moaned his name.

"My good little slut," he grunted, rutting against your thigh. "W-who's the slut here, hm, Sanie?" "I think we established all three of us are sluts for each other, sweethearts," Wooyoung stated before joining you on the bed with a vibrator in his hand.

Wooyoung turned it on, putting it on your clit on the lowest setting. San's fingers travelled to your mouth instead, inserting two of his fingers in there. You moaned and took them into your mouth, sliding your tongue over them and wetting them nicely.

Your breath shook when Wooyoung turned the vibrator up. The buzzing sound only riled you up more and you started to grind your pussy against it, still working on San's fingers. "You're so needy, aren't you?" Wooyoung smirked as he watched you fuck yourself against the vibrator.

"Y-yes, God, it just feels so good, I'm not gonna last," you warned him. When Wooyoung heard this he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting, making you scream his name out loud, saliva running down your chin as San's fingers still laid on your tongue.

Your body was shaking and thighs were trembling as your orgasm rocked through you. Wooyoung showed no sign of stopping the vibrator, but he pushed it harder into your clit instead. Your eyes rolled back into your head when the overstimulation soon enough became too much.

"N-No, so sensitive! W-Wooyoung please! Please!" You begged him, but he did not budge. He moved the vibrator around your clit and send you right into the seventh heaven, bringing you to a second orgasm.

"Gosh, baby," San groaned as he watched Wooyoung ride out your orgasm and put away the toy, "looked so pretty squirting for us."

You looked at them in horror before noticing the grey sheets had turned into a darker shade beneath your wet pussy. "I squirted?" "Such a good and pretty pussy, doing so well," Wooyoung smirked. "God, you and your filthy mouth," you said, rolling your eyes before connecting your lips into a messy kiss.

You laid on top of wooyoung as you kept making out with him, moaning into his mouth when your pussy slid over his hard cock. "Put it in," you whined against his lips. He smirked and reached down for his cock, slowly sliding it into your pussy. When you cried out Wooyoung's name you suddenly felt a mass press against your back.

"Don't keep me out on the fun here," San said with a smirk. He stroked his rigid shaft a few times before sliding it into your pussy alongside Wooyoung's.

You let out a scream and you teared up as you felt your boyfriends completely stretch out your poor hole. You fell on Wooyoung's chest and panted out when both of them slowly started to move their cocks in and out of you.

"Such a good girl, you're gonna let us fuck you like this right? Fill you up nicely like the beautiful cumdump you are, pretty little slut," San hissed in your ear. "O-oh my God, please," you begged. It hurt like hell but the pain mixes with the immense pleasure soon enough, taking over your brain.

When they start to rut into you, your eyes roll back and you can't stop moaning out. You're not the only one having a tough time though. San was hissing and huffing in your ear while Wooyoung grunted as he fucked up into you. Sweat collected on your bodies, moans filled the room and the bed was shaking and holding on for dear lord.

"T-too much, too much," you cried out when the pace got picked up again. You reached behind you to pat San, to show him it truly was becoming too much. He slowly slipped out of your cunt and made you sit up on Wooyoung's cock.

It was stretched so well now you easily slid up and down his shaft. "Wooyoung, oh god Woo!" You cried as you bounced on him. San spread Wooyoung's legs and played around with his hole lightly, earning some whines from him. It only took a few more thrusts until Wooyoung announced his orgasm, hips bucking up and muscles spasming as he released inside of you.

Before you could even process Wooyoung's climax you were pulled off him and pushed down onto the matrass. San slid into you from behind and started to pound you hard and deep.

"This is for slapping and stepping on my fucking cock babygirl," he grunted in your ear before absolutely losing his temper, jackhammering his shaft inside of you. You cried and screamed his name, all muffled by the pillow your face was burried in.

Soon, San started to moan, chasing his own orgasm which he reached within seconds. He spurted his seeds into your awaiting cunt, which was clenching and spasming around him.

He slipped out of you and turned you around to let you breathe for a bit. "So, you each got your fill, can I cum now?" You asked when you gained your breath again. "How do you wanna cum?" Asked Wooyoung, who also came back to life after his intense orgasm.

"Eat my pussy, both of you... Both of you between my legs, now," you sighed. The two boys wasted no time, laying between your spread legs, watching the mess they made of your sopping cunt.

San teased your pussy with some kitten licks, tasting the mixture of his and Wooyoung's semen on his tongue. Then Wooyoung joined in, flicking his tongue on your clit repeatedly. "O-oh that's it, yes, there," you moaned when Wooyoung sucked at it. San moved up slightly, attacking your clit right next to Wooyoung.

Their tongues started to swirl together, tasting your pussy while also tasting each other. You ran your hand through your hair and moaned out when their tongues moved faster alongside your clit, turning up the stimulation.

"Baby, oh God, I'm so close, lick it baby, just like that, use it, use it, Fuck!"

A wave of pleasure overruled your body and you climaxed on their tongues, arousal and cum dripping out of your hole into their mouths. Wooyoung cleaned your pussy up while San licked the slick off your thighs and ass.

"Look at that," San smirked, "all nice and clean again."

You were so fucked out after your orgasm you could barely react to them. Wooyoung grinned and gave San a kiss on the lips. "You were rough on her." "She was teasing me, that's what she gets. That's my love game," he laughed. "You're a menace," you mumbled, pulling both of them close, "love game, my ass."

"Your ass gets a turn next time."

[cheolism]

jealous

✿ — chwe hansol x reader ❀ — summary: hansol wants to fuck you until you can't remember anything but his name and when the man who inspires jealousy in him just so happens to call you, hansol can't help but take advantage. ✿ — word count is approx 2k ❀ — tags: jealousy and possessiveness, rough sex. biting and spitting, cursing and praise. ✿ — warnings: possessive vernon, jealous vernon. spit kink, bruises. pet names (baby, sweetheart). over stimulation, crying kink (mentioned). vernon has a dirty mouth!! ❀ — request: Dude dirty talk with vernon is driving me crazy, his deep voice ahhhh bruh just imagine he got jealous of y/n's guyfriend (I don't think he's a type who gets jealous but just IMAGINE) and during your SEGZY time, y/n's friend called her and vernon made her take the call. He had one goal, to make that guy know y/n belonged to vernon(not in a toxic way, ofc) so he slowly fucks her and whispers all the dirty things he'd do to her later, which makes y/n so weak and just moan into the call. He just smirks and cuts the call 😩

Hansol wasn't usually rough with you.

So when he grabbed your hips and shoved you onto the bed, mouth attaching to your neck and biting, you were surprised. Not a bad surprised, of course -- his hands elected moans from you as they shoved into your pants, nails digging into your ass, soft little whimpers escaped your mouth as his teeth sunk into your neck, marking you, claiming you.

Hansol worked quickly, shoving your pants and underwear to your ankles, forcing your hoodie up and above your head, phone tumbling out onto the bed beside you. Urgency roughened his touch, hands constantly moving against you, touching and claiming you.

"Sol," you breathed, arching into him. He shoved his knee between your thighs, mouth trailing to your breasts. You were powerless against him, grinding your cunt down onto his knee, wetting it and smearing your juices along his skin. "Hansol --"

"Don't worry, baby," he murmured. His tongue laved over your pebbled nipple. His breath was hot against your skin, the contrast between the cold of his spit against your skin drawing a shiver from you. "Gonna take care of you. Gonna treat you good, yeah?"

Two of his fingers went to your cunt. He slid his fingers along your pussy, collecting the juices. "Fuck -- so wet for me, baby. You're fucking soaked."

His fingers massaged against your hole, rubbing and taunting. Your arousal gushed out of you, hips twisting up into his hands in a futile attempt to guide his fingers in.

"God -- can smell your cunt all the way up here," he hissed, pulling back from your chest. Bruises and bite marks littered your skin, marks of him. "Your fucking cunt's eager, yeah? So eager for me."

You nodded, whining loudly in your throat as his thumb brushed over your cunt. It wasn't enough to do anything, just mindless contact. But it was enough to drive you insane, for your mind to clear of all thoughts other than Hansol, other than the desire, the yearning, for relief.

"Want you," you agreed weakly, hands sinking into his hair. You pulled at the locks, tugging and twisting, sweet pants and moans escaping Hansol's mouth at your efforts. "Fucking want you, Hansol, want you so fucking bad."

He swore, pulling away. Hansol hooked his arms around your legs, lifting and baring your cunt to the room. He ducked his head, and you tensed in anticipation.

A wad of spit shot from his lips, landing on your cunt. You groaned, eyes screwing shut. You could hear as he spat again, imagined his saliva mixing with your arousal on your cunt.

Hansol released your legs, withdrawing from you. Your eyes flew open, protests immediately leaving your mouth.

"God you're so desperate, aren't you?" Hansol crawled up the bed, reaching to the bed table on his side. He grabbed the lube bottle, popping off the clear cap and letting it fall to the floor.

Ignoring the mess already between your thighs, how the inner skin of your thighs was already soaked with the combination of your own arousal and his saliva, Hansol pumped liberal amount over your cunt.

"You're a fucking mess," he moaned, lips twisting into a mean little smirk. "So fucking messy, baby."

He threw the lube to the side of the bed, the both of you ignoring it as it rolled off and onto the floor. Hansol stuck his hands into his pants, shoving them down to his knees.

His hands settled on the back of your thighs, pushing them up once more. Hansol crowded close, releasing one of your thighs to grab his dick. He tugged at it, hissing and huffing with every pull.

He rubbed the head of his dick along your cunt, gathering the crude mix of your arousal, his spit, and lube. Curses poured out of his mouth, praise intermixed. "Fucking perfect, your sweet little cunt. Shit, baby, fucking soaking my dick, fucking goddamn perfect --"

The tip of his cock pressed against your hole, and immediately you were bucking up into him in a poor attempt to force it in. "Please, Hansol, please, I need you to fuck me, want -- want your cock, please --"

He laughed, a deep thing that made your cunt clench in arousal. "Fucking desperate, baby. So eager for me, aren't you? Can't think about anything other than my fat dick, can you?"

Then Hansol was pushing in. You tossed your head back, eyes pressing shut. The stretch burned, your cunt squeezing and tightening around his dick with every centimeter he pressed into you. Hansol cursed, and the hand not holding your thigh went to your cunt. His thumb pressed into your pussy, orbiting around your clit, skin brushing against the bundle of nerves but never touching it head-on.

The action had you whining, body relaxing and bucking up into him, desperate for more. "Solie! Hansol, fuck -- please, Hansol, please --"

Once his cock was fully sheathed inside of you, Hansol stopped torturing your clit. He withdrew his hand, wet from your cunt, slipping it to your thigh. He went to his knees, pressing down on your thighs.

Hansol began to withdraw, his cock dragging against your walls. Your toes curled, hands grasping at the sheets. Pleas poured from your mouth, wanting more and more.

Then the sound of wind chimes filled the room, startling the both of you. You scrambled, throwing your arm out in an attempt to find your phone. Hansol refused to help, holding your thighs still, keeping you impaled on his dick.

You took one look at your phone and then you were throwing it to the side, not caring. Hansol lifted a brow at you. You rolled your eyes, wiggling your hips down on his cock in an attempt to coax him back. "Just Jaehyung. Ignore it."

Hansol's face turned to stone, grip on your thighs tightening. He couldn't help but think back to that photo on Instagram that had ignited the little spark of passion (and jealousy) inside of him. Jaehyung, a friend of a friend, had posted a handful of photos of the get-together you had attended last night. And one of them featured you and Jaehyung, his shoulders pressed against your side, arm around your waist.

Hansol was not a jealous person. But immediately he had felt the seeds of jealousy sprout in his gut. Jaehyung had been yearning for you for as long as Hansol knew you, no matter that you and Hansol had been dating for nearly just as long.

Get-togethers that Hansol managed to attend were spent awkwardly with Jaehyung constantly aiming for your attention; stealing Hansol's spot, speaking over him. You never paid it any attention, thinking Jaehyhung merely as a friend of a friend; no one important.

It reassured Hansol that you were so willing to cast Jaehyung aside, but he couldn't stop the little monster inside of him.

"Answer," he commanded, fingers digging into your thighs. "Answer him, baby."

Your eyes widened. "Hansol, I don't --"

"Answer him or I'll pull out right now," Hansol threatened. He didn't really mean it. He'd fuck you regardless, but he still liked the desperate look you got on your face at his reply, liked the spike of pride it gave.

You grabbed your phone. Your eyes flicked up to Hansol's, and then you were answering the phone. "H-hey, Jaehyung."

"Speaker, sweetheart," Hansol said. You did as he demanded, and then you were setting your phone on the bed. "Good baby."

Hansol finished pulling his cock out of your cunt, until the tip was catching on your hole. You bit down on your lip, eyes darting down to where the two of you were joined, trying to pay attention to the phone call enough to answer Jaehyung.

" -- so much fun last night," Jaehyung was saying, his voice quiet due to the phone volume. "Such a shame your boyfriend couldn't make it. Why couldn't he, again?"

Hansol grinned, raising his brows at you and prompting an answer. You huffed a sigh. "He had to meet with some producers."

Your answer prompted a little nod from Hansol, and then he was thrusting back into you. You moaned, high and needy, back arching up and into him.

"Y/n? You okay?"

You bit down on your lip before replying, cunt fluttering around Hansol's cock. He withdrew all the way again, until his head was resting on your hole. "Y-yeah! Just -- just lost my place in my game."

Hansol looked down, eyes watchign as his cock sheathed in you once again. In dramatic contrast to the urgency that had taken over his movements earlier, Hansol slowly moved his hips against your cunt. He paid half attention to your conversation with Jaehyung, the other man's voice nothing but background noise to him. Your voice, however, had Hansol grinning.

Your voice wavered with every slow thrust into your cunt, biting back moans and groans of pleasure. Your face was contorted with effort, hands pulling at the sheets. You barely spoke other than to offer affirmation that you were paying attention, trying to concentrate on not letting on what you were really doing.

Hansol moved against you fluidly, never stopping his movements. He only paused long enough to release your thighs, bending over you and caging you underneath him.

He next thrust was well-aimed, hitting that spongy spot dead-on. You bit down on your lip, but that did little to muffle your whine. Hansol huffed a laugh, and then he was driving his hips forward, thighs meeting your ass in a brutal slap.

"Doing so good," he said, grinning meanly. "Do you think he knows, baby? Knows I'm fucking you so good?"

You let out a shuddering breath, tensing in his hold. "Sol --"

"Feel so good wrapped around my cock," he murmured. He drove into you relentlessly, little strangled noises escaping your mouth. "Gonna fuck you until you're dumb, baby. How's that? Fucking you on my fat dick until you can't say nothing but my name, 'til you're sobbing and crying for me to stop 'cause you can't take it."

"Hansol," you sobbed, and it was like the threads holding him together snapped.

Hansol grabbed you, pulling his cock out. He roughly flipped you over, hand pressing down on your back and forcing you to stick your ass up into the air, face pressed into the sheets next to your phone.

"Y/n? Are you okay? What's going on?"

In one swift movement Hansol was impaling you back on his cock, a loud moan ripping from your mouth in response. He jack-rabbited into you, his hands gripping your hips and waist so tightly that Hansol knew he'd leave bruises. The sound of his hips and balls slapping against your thighs filled the room, a crude sort of music to his ears.

"So fucking good," he cursed, watching as your ass cheeks bounced. He released his grip on you just to slap his hand down on your ass, roughly grabbing the flesh and massaging the sting. "So fucking tight around my cock, baby. Fucking soaking it. Getting my dick wet so well."

Hansol glanced at your phone. The screen was blank; Jaehyung had hung up.

Hansol smirked, and then he was ducking his head. A fat wad of spit dropped from his mouth, hitting the curve of your ass. You sobbed as an orgasm traveled through you, Hansol continuing to ram into you as if you were his own little plaything.

"Hansol, please, fuck," you screamed, hips in constant torment, both pulling away and grinding closer. "Hansol, god, so much --"

He chuckled, breathless. He hooked an arm around your waist, pressing down against your back. "Gotta cry for me first, baby," he panted, nipping at your back. "We ain't stopping 'til you're fucking sobbing for me to stop."

[yanderestarangel]

☆Soccer player Miguel Ohara x FTM reader (Au )

TW: AFAB Anatomy, FTM Reader, Explicit Sexual Language, Porn Plot, Soft Romance, Daddykink, Unprotected Sex, Alternative AU.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who met you when you were walking on the college fields, specifically on the training court he used to play with the team and his friends.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who watched you from afar as you sat peacefully on one of the benches outside the court, watching him and his friends play, Miguel for some reason couldn't take his eyes off you, your small figure compared to him, your extremely baggy clothes, you he walked like a tomboy and Miguel thought that was adorable.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who found himself looking at you a lot as training went on that day, trying even harder just to be in the spotlight for you, taking off his captain's shirt and showing off his tanned, muscular torso while glancing at you from the corner.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who scored one last goal just ending the match celebrating as he rushed towards you, wet sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, physique of a Greek god, Miguel was tempting and he knew it, smiling at you, stopping in front of you while baring his teeth happy.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! That he was going to ask your name just to hear your sweet and shy voice speak, making Miguel's heart melt even more as he sat next to you on the bench, asking if you took any courses at that college and how old you were, while Miguel passed one arm slightly behind you on the wood of the bench.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! That he's not surprised to hear that you were a trans boy, he's seen a lot of people, but you were the prettiest of them, he'll just say: "Oh really? How cool, I thought you were a really handsome boy, you know?" Miguel would speak in a flirtatious tone, but he had truthfulness and sincerity in his speech, making you blush as Miguel smiled in amusement.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who offers to buy you dinner on campus, a coffee, a juice, anything you want while the two of you talk to get to know each other better. Miguel was very reserved, but he couldn't help but listen carefully to what you said, mentally writing everything down as the two of you walked towards the cafeteria near the college.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who was very distracted, looking at your pretty and perfect face in his eyes, the brunette would stare at you smiling slightly on the side, while agreeing with your ramblings about something you definitely like, you really are a cute little boy aren't you? The thought makes Miguel laugh and take a sip of orange juice, still looking at you in the process.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who says goodbye to you by inviting you to go see him train again, offering to pick you up from his office every day if it was precious, bending down slightly as he took your hand and placed a chaste kiss on the back of it, making you both smile.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! That he'll feel more motivated seeing you there, watching him train every day, you two talk a lot, even when he's stressed, you calm him down and Miguel loves it, he even nicknamed you "Lucky Bunny" since every time you're there, he manages to score goals extremely quickly.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who can no longer hide his crush on you, giving you a kiss after another match, he was afraid of being denied, but, you reciprocated him and it was amazing.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! That he'll display you as one of his trophies, in a good way, you and his boy, and he's proud of you. Miguel will never tolerate transphobic comments about you from his colleagues or anyone else, he will simply smack the Subject in the jaw with everything, then smirk at you.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Who will fuck you hard after practice he was so stressed and tired you are his boy! Obviously he's going to use your poor pussy to ease the tension.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! That sticks his dick in your pussy from behind, leaning you in the bathroom stall on the college block, you thought it was risky, but your boyfriend Miguel... no, he just spoke in a horny and hoarse tone while the water fell on you two:

"-Relax my pretty boy, nobody's coming ok? Daddy is here and he just wants to use his little boy's hot pussy... It's not too much to ask... Hm?~"

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! Mercilessly slamming your hips into your poor sensitive hole, Miguel's cock was huge, he was loving the first few times you had sex, always peppering raw, fresh kisses on your skin, or asking if you were okay enough, but Miguel after training was wild, like an animal, vulgar, using that deep husky voice to make you shiver.

"-You're so sensitive, we've barely started and you already want to cum with that pretty pussy of yours hm? You can squirt on my dick, pretty boy, I really want to see that show." -Miguel would speak while hitting even harder in his swollen and overstimulated pussy.

Soccer player Miguel Ohara! That when he feels he's going to come in his pussy, he starts moaning and screaming in Spanish, in a hoarse voice full of lust.

"-Ah sí¡ Joder... Tu coño es tan apretado, eres mío, mi bonito niño sumiso..."

(Oh yeah. Fuck... Your pussy is so tight, you're mine, my cute submissive boy...)

"-Vas a hacer que papi se correra... jódete Y/N... joder voy a refill that coño con semen..."

( You're gonna make daddy cum...fuck y/n...fuck i'm gonna fill that cunt with cum... )

©yanderestarangel

[love-anddeepression]

White Lily-Umemiya Hajime

a/n:This is actually so shit im so sorry, it was supposed to be something else but it became this. please comment and reblog if you like it i love feedback :3

Fluffity Fluff, ume being clueless and whipped, tsubaki and hiragi are besties i love them sm

It was cold, when you'd first met him. He must've been around fifteen, flung to the ground after a brawl. He had seen you in his peripheral, his vision was blurry.

Like a movie scene, you had entered his line of view, the sun shining behind you as you knelt down beside him, holding his head up and saying something he couldn't hear.

He woke up in his bed later. Sensei was sitting on a chair to his right, and to his left, you. The both of you were chatting animatedly and Sensei was soothing your worry, In fact, it was quite normal for Umemiya to come back to the institution beaten up and bloody.

He coughed and your gaze fell on him, your eyes widening, "You're alright!" you exclaimed.

'You have a goal', his mind provided, he couldn't be distracted by frivolous things like partners and love.

But gosh, you were so pretty. You were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

Your wide eyes sparkled when he smiled, "I am, aren't I. Thanks to you."

Sensei huffed, "Damn right, Ume. She shouted for help until one of the girls ran back here to get me. She was about to carry you on her shoulders."

Now his eyes widened, and he looked at you in surprise.

"Please, as if I would be able to carry him. He's really strong." you scoffed.

Ume had been called strong by many people, and it was a fact that he had accepted. He needed to be strong to change Furin.

So why in hell was he feeling so warm, all of a sudden?

He looked down, focusing on the pattern of his blanket. Bruised knuckles brushing against the soft wool.

"I am glad you're okay." you smile, "And thank you for having me, sir." you nod at the smiling scruffy-haired blonde opposite you, "I'll take my leave."

"Wait!" the words fall out of his mouth before he knows what he's going to say next.

You turn around and he freezes. He freezes like a little rabbit.

"Uhm." he looks away, a deep flush on his cheeks. He doesn't see Sensei trying not to laugh, "I don't even know your name! How will I see you again?"

You laugh, and it's like wind chimes. You give him your name and it sounds like it belongs in his lips.

'That is so cheesy', his fifteen year old brain mocks, 'What is wrong with you?'

"I'll see you in town, Umemiya-kun."

The next day, the boy looks for you like a panting deer in search for water.

When he finds you and you smile at him, he realizes two things.

He likes you :D

Shit. He likes you.

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He kisses you on his sixteenth birthday a day after you hand him a potted flower and a handwritten letter.

"Take care of it, Ume!" you had said on the messy, dirty rooftop of Furin, "It holds my feelings for you." The flower is a white-lily to match his hair and the letter smells of your perfume that he has grown to love.

He races to you after he reads the letter, a letter that says nothing about your feelings for him, but contains all the hopes you have for him.

'I hope you achieve everything you desire' He runs down the steps, two at a time, his hand burning as he scraps it on the rusty railing.

'I hope you never lose the fight in you. The resolve I admire so much.' his lungs burn, he's always hated running, but he presses on.

'I hope that you know that you are loved by so many.' he can see you from one of the windows, waving goodbye to Hiragi at the gate.

'I will never forget you as long as I live.'

"Wait!" he shouts again, like the younger boy on the bed, desperate to know you.

You turn again, your eyebrows raised at his panting form.

"Wait, " he groans, god he hates running, "Give me a second." he coughs and you giggle.

Hiragi slowly backs away with an eyeroll, he doesn't hide the small smirk on his face.

A moment later, Umemiya takes your hand in his, "I, uh. Your letter."

"Yes? Did you read it?"

He nods frantically, "Thank you. For everything."

You tilt your head, "Do you know what White Lilies stand for?"

He clears his throat, "Um, not really?" he winces.

"THEY STAND FOR LOVE, YOU IDIOT!" Tsubaki shouts, Hiragi standing next to him, covering his face in embarrasment.

He looks to you, his eyes a little wide.

You smile at Tsubaki and he winks at you.

"You love me?"

You look away, "I have, for a while. And-"

Whatever words you're about to say never come to light because Umemiya holds your face in his hands and brings your lips to his. Goal be damned, he was a fool for ever thinking that love was frivolous. Fool, his mind cackles, how could this ever be stupid? How can your hands in his hair be stupid? how can your smile when he pulls away be stupid?

It is love that makes him live, he realizes, Love for the town, for the people, for you. It makes every punch worth it.

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Umemiya plants the white-lily you gave him. There are still white lilies, two years later, along with your favorite flower, planted side by side in the garden he grew on Furin's rooftop.

He tends to them in the mornings along with Sugishita and he takes a picture and sends it to you.

"I can't wait! Sugishita!" he exclaims as the younger boy nods, his eyes sparkling. He looks up to you as well, you are always so kind to him.

"It's our two-year anniversary!"

[sugawhaaa]

HII CAN WE GET SOME KIND OF SUGGESTIVE JONGSEOB THOUGHTS CUZ IM OBSESSED WITH HIM . THANK YOUU :3

🎀JONGSEOB AS UR BOYFRIEND 🎀

{{Suggestive ver}}

Warnings:: suggestive

Pairing:: Bf!jongseob x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: okay so 😵‍💫 this request has been in my inbox for way too damn long and I apologize 😭 I started writing so many different Jongseob things but I decided today's the day.

So many picture Jongseob to be a cute little baby 🥺👉���� but HAH ur wrong. Have u seen any clips of dirty-minded piwon? Jongseob always be the one to point it out istg 💀 can't blame him bc he grew up surrounded by pretty kpop women but ANYWAY

He's still a little new to real intimate things but he definitely has his dirty side

I feel like Jongseob would often get into this state every once and a while where he's just so horny to the point he can't even look at you without getting hard

Your hands are his weakness. Touch him literally anywhere slightly suggestive and he's folding like laundry

He has this odd fascination of seeing you wet. When you get out of the shower with just a towel separating your body from his eyes, when you go to the pool and you get out all dripping wet with sticky hair god he gets so flustered

Idk why but I feel like he's got a thing for cleavage too, his eyes just naturally fluttering down every now and then before looking back into your eyes

His drunk thoughts aren't for the faint of heart 😭 he'll pour his soul out to you

He'd be really ashamed about this but he'd totally masturbate to the thought of you or even photos of you

He's so bad at cleaning up after himself when it comes to masturbating mainly because he won't plan beforehand. He'll fuck your pillow but when he's done he realizes it's covered in stains.

Sometimes though, he doesn't really mind if you find his mess. He knows that you definitely know he masturbates to you very frequently and it kinda turns him on to know that you witness the aftermath of his pleasure

He gets super flushed really quickly. Whisper a little something in his ear and his cheeks are red

He'd be shy to show you his body at first, just shirtless or in boxers. He'd quickly throw something on but once he realizes you couldn't care less he starts to worry less

On the flipside when you walk around in just your bra he loses his mind. Like I said earlier he has this weird little thing for cleavage.

His a pervy little teenage boy so ofc he watches porn and ofc he's bad at hiding it too. Sometimes he'll forget to close the tabs or clear his search and you'll stumble upon some of his favorite videos~

Sometimes he'd write little songs to the thought of you, both dirty and not. The dirty lyrics go all out though and after witnessing what he's written he wants to hide away from himself.

The members would sometimes find his song lyrics and sometimes show you too. Sure it might be a little invasive but he was writing about you after all.

Once getting comfortable with you he'd love to randomly grope you. Nothing too inappropriate ofc but if you were home alone he might bring his hand around and give your butt a firm squeeze, blessed to feel such a specimen

Ofc his love for boobs falls into the too but he'd be much more gentle. He knows your breasts a more sensitive than your ass so he's very cautious.

Make out sessions with him go hard. He looks like the type to not know what he's doing but hoo boy are you wrong

He loves to bite your neck too URGH he'd love it so much. Brushing back your hair to expose your neck before licking all over to soften the skin before sinking his teeth in

This isn't very suggestive but he'd love to do your hair, running his fingers through your soft locks. Though sometimes his mind may travel, imagining it wrapped in his fist

He loves to trickle his hands up your shirt. He wouldn't have a goal, not trying to grope you or anything but just grazing his fingers over your skin purely because he can

For some reason the sight of your bras around your room kinda turn him on. He would try to ignore it, knowing it was normal to have clothing around but man he just feels all warm and tingly inside

And for the final h/c this man loves it when you sit in his lap for SO many reasons.

You and all the members were hanging out one Friday night like any other. Your boyfriend, soul, and Jiung were out in the living room while the other three were with you in the kitchen. Throughout the night a few drinks had been passed around and after getting what you had said was your last, you went out to the living room to your boyfriend. He smiled when he saw you, just like he always does. You come over to him before sitting down on his lap.

His eyes widen in surprise but he quickly recovers. He sets his can of alcohol on the table next to the couch before wrapping his arms around you. "Hey baby, what's up," he smirks before leaning back, pulling you with him. As you lean back he feels your ass rub down his length. He bites his lip hard as he squints his eyes slightly. The pressure of your body weight was a little painful but the friction was ethereal.

"Just wanted to cuddle my love~" you hum in response before taking a sip of wine. "What are you guys watching?" You ask before turning your head to look at him. You then notice the state you've got him in. His jaw clenched and his eyebrows curled. You chuckle softly.

"I dunno, some anime that I just hopped into," he shrugs and you can't hold back your smile.

"I see," you hum thoughtfully before wiggling around on his lap. You feel his body tense and it takes everything in him not to moan in your ear. He then leans up to your ear, his hands traveling up your body, resting on your breasts.

"Are you this needy for attention?" He says in a mocking voice. "You know, good girls use their words," he whispers in a low voice.

[prettyboypistol]

Literally in every fanfic I read the reader is already a pretty sleeper, waking up all pretty and shit. Do you know what I need? A Reader who wakes up like they've been pushed down the stairs. A Reader who spews gibberish for a second and then immediately goes back to sleep. A Reader who wakes up wrapped in their blankets sweating like crazy and completely disorientated and on the floor. Sorry if this ask is bad, but do you think you could write something like this for the mercs?

Mood as fuck, I'm in.

TF2 Mercs With a Messy Morning S/O xGN!Reader

Scout

Honestly thinks it's a bit cute, seeing you wake up in a pool of your own spit and hair in your mouth??? Yeah, that's what he's dying every day to protect.

Likes talking nonsense to early morning you just to see you struggle fr.

His favorite thing is waking up before you. He's all dressed and ready and you're 2 inches away from falling off the bed.

Jeremy writes down all the weird shit you say and reads it back to you when you're sad because what the fuck does "are Venus flytraps predators" mean

Pyro

Probably ends up tangled in your Limbs too. This bitch is a SLEEP CUDDLER.

Gets worried when you wake up in a panic, shout about something that sounds important, then fall back asleep like EXCUSE ME?? WHAT??

Doesn't like that you kick them in your sleep, but they can live with it.

Very worried about the night sweats and ramblings. You say some fucked up dhit when you're asleep!

Soldier

This mf is used to waking up at 6AM sharp and being battle ready by 6:05AM. This caused one of the initial rifts in your relationship with him until you convinced him that not waking you as well is early stealth training.

You remind him of a baby bird when you're curled up in all the blanket that you stole from him in the night.

Doesn't really notice that you are a messy sleeper until you two have breakfast together one morning, with you half awake, those bleary eyes and sleepy sighs made his heart skip a beat.

Heavy

He calls you his little spoiled cat when you glare at him all bleary-eyed for waking you up.

Loves cuddling you like a big bear, always the big spoon.

lowkey a messy sleeper too, but is more agitated when half awake than you

you two having delirious talks when you two aren't awake fully omg couple goals

Demoman

You look like a pretty sleeper next to this motherfucker

drunk mumbling, sleeptalker, sleepfighter WWE in your bed.

Wakes up after you so ususally doesn't see the absolute wreck you wake up as. If you two wake up at the same time he makes fun of you.

You two have probably ripped the blanket in y'alls sleepwars. Mrs. Pauling has checked in on you two at 2AM after hearing shouting, only to see both of you, fast asleep, on the floor, and total messes.

Engineer

Thinks it's cute bc he rises with the sun if not a tad earlier to watch the sunrise. Absolutely tells you to "rise n' shine".

records your half-awake mumbles and talks to you, listens back to them podcast style in his downtime.

Is absolutely terrified that you will rip off his prosthetic hand so dating you absolutely instilled the safe habit of taking his hand off before bed.

Sniper

Is usually out of bed before the "fun" begins, but had overheard your morning routine

Isn't a fan of the blanket stealing, but overall doesn't really care. If he's in a bad mood he'll sleep on the couch so you don't steal it.

"Am i pretty, Mick?" "About as pretty as an aye aye when you first wake up" "Da-DAMN!!"

Has a poloroid of you fast asleep in his hat

Spy

This bitch c o m p l a i n s.

He's the most prissy little bastard when it comes to sleeping. He sleeps EXCLUSIVELY on his left side, legs in a specific way, and hogs the blankets. When you come into his bed and sleep-kick him out, he is flabbergasted. absolutely bamboozled.

Doesn't cuddle you, but now there is a pillow barrier that protects his precious sleep routine.

Secretly thinks you are downright adorable with how god-awful you look, crusty eyes and all

Medic

Doesn't really mind, but gives you light teasing about it. If he's having a bad day then he gets annoyed by the blanket stealing.

Wakes up and gets ready for the day, only to see the doves nesting with you and that melts his hearttttt

Kisses your gross ass awake every single day despite that

Has stayed up multiple nights to study your sleep cycles.

[donat-senpai]

This work lay in drafts for a very long time. Now I have translated everything. Woohoo! (Reminder: English is not my native language. There are mistakes here)

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Ketheric Thorm x Reader, Yandere! Enver Gortash x Reader, Yandere! Orin the Red x Reader tw: platonic obsession, manipulation, restriction of freedom, mention of murders

I'm ready to throw an idea at you. Attention. You get into the bg3. BUT you aren't Tav and you aren't together with Tav. You find yourself among the Chosen Three. And they become platonic yandere!

Ketheric Thorm, Enver Gortash and Orin the Red will know that you know about their future. You know how to achieve certain events, as well as how to prevent it. Keeping you close is not only a necessary measure, but also an advantage. From now on, they must do everything to prevent Tav from finding out about you and taking you away.

You spend the least amount of time with Ketheric Thorm. As the leader of the army, he is always in the most dangerous places of the war. Besides, the Moonrise Towers are a dangerous place. There are a lot of killers there. You are usually in full view of Ketheric. Over time, you begin to get used to it. Ketheric listens, but often doesn't pay attention. You can tell him anything. At this time he goes about his business, sometimes nodding to you. But if you suddenly ask him a question, he will simply look at you menacingly, making you afraid. The old man is not angry. He just didn't remember anything you said and doesn't want to admit it. Your voice helps him not to worry. If you're still talking, it means you haven't been eaten. Therefore, he can continue his business. When you leave the Moonrise Towers, Ketheric looks with bitterness at the things you leave behind. It reminds him of the times when he was still a father. Perhaps he will put your drawing or note in one of his books.

Orin will become friend or foe depending on your decision. If you refuse to help them, She will find ways to make you talk. Her ideas about the world are very perverted, so friendship with Orin barely differs from enmity. She will take great pleasure in fooling around with you. She likes to scare you by telling you colorful ways of killing you. You will probably not be able to make friends because of her. It's hard to trust someone and tell your secrets when that someone could be Orin herself. She will need time to convince Gortash and Ketheric to allow you to visit the Bhaal’s Temple. They don't trust Orin. The more disgusted you are by the atmosphere of her temple, the more fun she will experience. In the depths of his bedroom, Orin will get a little soft. She will let you play with her hair. And she will talk about the teachings of Bhaal, but not with the intention of scaring, but with the desire to share something hidden for her. She will also want to teach you how to make a sacrifice to her god correctly. If you refuse, she will be upset, but will not insist. (Gortash made it clear to her that she should not break you.) Then she brings you back and avoids you for a week or two. It's new for her to feel this way. Not even her family received this honor. When she calms down and copes with unusual emotions, she will visit you again. And she will promise to kill you in the most beautiful way possible when necessary. It's not a threat. This is her expression of love.

It is with Lord Gortash that you spend the most time. His castle is safe, and the Steel Watchers walk around the city everywhere. You are well dressed and always look great to match him. High society is asking questions about who you are to him. Are you a lover, relative, decoration or pet? Only you and Gortash know that you are a means to achieve his goals. And only Lord Gortash knows that you are someone he has grown more attached to than he should have. He gives you almost anything you want, but expects you to cooperate in return. In addition, Gortash believes that just looking beautiful next to him is not enough. Therefore, all your free time (which is not much) will be occupied with training. If you escape from the castle (which is absolutely impossible), the guards will bring you back. Gortash is perhaps the only one among the owners of three stones who understands that your usefulness is not constant. Everything can go along the route you know with minor changes in his favor. Or it may happen that what is happening will become completely new even for you. Sometimes he jokes that he will throw you out when you become useless. But you still remember how Lord Gortash got angry at the impudent Count for asking to take you as his wife and Gortash ordered the insolent man to be executed.

----

Somewhere in the universe, the Emperor turns the table in a rage and demands Tav to quickly find and save (kidnap) you. (I don't know how he found out about you ._.)

----

Tav sighs tiredly and silently agrees. They're too tired of all. They just hope that their new future ally will be a little less problematic than everyone else in the camp.

[chateaaa]

Chapter 1 — Dreams

"AND ISAGI YOICHI SCORES THE FINAL GOAL FOLKS" The tv showcases how the final goal was shot by none other than Isagi Yoichi.

The background music of the tv fading in as your last customer went out the door.

"And that's the final customer of the day" you muttered to yourself as you flipped the sign of your shop from open to close.

You sigh to yourself as you cleaned your counter, sometimes your shop would sell out really fast if there was an occasion such as Valentines Day, Mother's day or Christmas but there are times where there aren't any customers at all!

As you were arranging the flowers for your pickup tomorrow, your childhood friend named Bachira Meguru went in.

"Yohooo Y/n-chan!" exclaimed Bachira.

He walked towards you with a grin and handed you some donuts he bought.

"Hi Meguru, thanks for the donuts, what's up?" you asked

"Oh nothing really, i just needed to hang out with you, oh and my friend is actually coming and he's single, you might like him" said Bachira sneakily as he tried to set you up with him taking a piece of donut he gave you.

You looked at the mischievous grin he had, he would always try to set you up with his friends.

Bachira's phone rang, signaling that someone was calling him.

He reached for his phone to answer the call and muttered some words.

"Hey, Y/n my friend is here, you woudn't mind extra company right? i actually recommended this place to him since you sell flowers and his mom's birthday is tomorrow" said Bachira.

You looked at him and agreed as he went out of the shop to pick up Isagi.

A few minutes had passed and Bachira came with Isagi Yoichi, a pro player in football.

You and Isagi made eye contact, and time stopped.

Isagi looked at you in awe, as you stared at him back, you broke it and looked away.

Isagi was blushing as he looked at you, he felt his face heating up and butterflies exploding in his stomach.

"Y/n, this is my buddy, Isagi Yoichi. He needs a bouquet of flowers since it's his mom's birthday tomorrow" Bachira said as his hand was around Isagi's shoulder.

Isagi snapped out of his thoughts and reached out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Isagi Yoichi" he said bowing down a little.

You shook his hand and smiled at him.

"What flower would you like?" you asked.

Isagi smiled sheeply and said "I'm not quite sure, can you be the one who decides?"

You smiled and agreed and went to the back of your shop and quickly picked some flowers.

After a few minutes, you handed out his bouquet full of peonies and hydrangeas and he paid after muttering a small thank you, still red.

Bachira and Isagi went out of your shop, with Bachira shouting a small "bye" and isagi bowing his head.

As they both went out, you left out a huge sigh.

"He was cute" you said to yourself.

Isagi pov

"I'm here at the front of the flower shop, let me call Bachira already"

Isagi reached out for his phone, calling Bachira.

A few minutes had passed and Bachira went out of the shop waving at Isagi.

Bachira placed his hand over Isagi and said "Heya Isagi, you totally gotta be together with Y/n, i see you both together and she's single, you can call me your wingman!"

Isagi lets out a small laugh.

"What are you talking about, we shouldn't force people to like us, i like to think that fate would pull its strings and make me meet my soulmate" He replied as they both went in.

You both made eye contact and Isagi felt his cheeks burning, he wouldn't have expected you to look, ethereal.

You looked surreal, from your hair to your makeup, you seemed so perfect.

He was sure he was blushing and would probably die of embarrassment if you noticed that.

When both of your hands shook, he felt his hand be sweaty, god he was more nervous talking to you than a big match!!!

💐

As Bachira and Isagi went out of the shop, Bachira looked at Isagi.

"Is she pretty?" asked Bachira.

"She was ethereal" replied Isagi as they both walked away.

[kaciebello]

Few bucks and some ducks.

Masterlist Money mail ☼ Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (fem) Summary: Posh kids on a farm  Warnings: no use of y/n Authors note: Haiya! Can't say I like this one. Oh well. word count: 1k Song: Greek God - Conan Gray

Farms are unknown territory for teens. Well, at least for our group. When you grow up in rich wizarding families, nobody expects you to know how to feed the bigs or that cows have best friends. None of them have ever been on a farm, much less work on it. However, when a post-it was hung in the corner store where Lorenzo works at, saying help on a farm needed willing to pay 10 pounds a day, the teens jumped on to the opportunity like no other. Their goal is always more reachable when actually working. They all showed up at the farmer's door. 7 in the morning sharp. Now, the farmer didn't really know what to do with them first. While he was grateful for the help, how much work can six posh kids really work? He swears one of the kids is wearing an Armani suit.

He made sure to give them easy work. The kind he could do, but was too lazy too. The girl and Lorenzo were sent to paint the fence, from brown colour to, well, different shades of brown. Draco and Blaise were sent to get chicken eggs and the two Theo's were to wash the cows. Have any of the kids done any of these jobs? Absolutely not, but they are wizards, how hard can it be?

It turns out to be very hard when the only job you've ever done was run errands for your papá. Each of them looked like a tornado had passed twice over. The kids sat exhausted around a picnic table. Mrs. Farmer prepared sandwiches and homemade lemonade for them. They were eating in silence, not a peep from them.  Draco looked around all of them. He knew someone needed to bring the mood up. Sacrificing his friend was the best way.

“so, Blaise was courted by a chicken,” Draco says not even looking up from his food, almost perfecting the thousand-mile stare. Blaise slams his hand onto the table and turns to his friend.

“I was not!” he argues back, but with the very visible chicken feather in his hair, it was very hard to believe him. Draco just continuously nods.

“Chickens don't even do that!” Blaise tries again but his friends just laugh at him. The girl reaches over to plug the feather. Upon seeing it Blaise franticly brushes over his head.  Glaring at Mattheo he decided on his target.

“Why are you laughing, huh? care to tell us why is your shirt all chewed up.” Matteo just glares back, making it into a little staring consent between the two boys. You can hear Theodore's laugh bubble up from his chest and ring all over the patio. 

“ A cow chewed on it!” He laughed even more launder living the memory in his own little head. 

“Like you aren't all wet because one of the cows grabbed the hose from you!” Mattheo fought back, embarrassing his friend in return. Theo stopped laughing a second later.  Looking at all of them, they did not look like they had a great time. The girl and Lorenzo were probably doing the best out of all of them. Although the boys have yet to see Lorenos back and the huge brow print on his white shirt.

The girl giggles as silently as she can, very much amused at her friends' failure. They all turn to look at her studying her without her knowing. Draco glares at her before speaking,

“Is that a brown handprint on your ass?” He asks, efficiently shutting her up. and glare back at him.

“Like that's my fault.” He says in a quiet voice, slightly pointing at Lorenzo whore raises his hands in defence. One of his palms was indeed covered in dried brown paint. being author redheaded, or rather brow-headed, the two stayed quiet. 

Silence falls upon the group again. A sigh left the girl. Seems like working on a farm was not something for the 6 of them. The farmer had walked up to the kids, ready to give them new tasks. However seeing them all very much in a ruined state, he decides against it. Instead, he tells them there is a pond at the back of his property and if the kids wish to do so, they can go and take a dip.

Without any word, the teens leaned up their plates and went on their way to the pond. The farmer's wife gave them some stale bread to feed the ducks. The way to the pond is not long, and when they get there they all visibly relax. The boys undress to their underwear and leap for the water. The girl, the only one not totally ruined by the world sits down by the shore and feeds the ducks.

The sun slowly sets, painting the sky nice shades of pink and yellow. The girl kept feeding the little ducks, wishing to bring them home. A thud next to her brings her gaze to her boyfriend. He relaxed his head on her shoulder. water from the hair dripping on her t-shirt. Reaching for her hand and the feed in it, he takes some and offers it to the ducks that have nested around her and throws some to the geese that rested a few meters away from them.

 Resting for a while, the kids dried off, dressed themself and packed their stuff. Walking back to the farmhouse, they were given 10 pounds each and sent off with a handful of eggs to go home. Lorenzo and Matteo were asked to come back in two days. The farmer claimed that he did an amazing job with the cows and would like them to help him again. Even offering trippel the reward. They didn't hesitate and agreed.

On their way home, they all agreed to have omelettes for dinner tonight. And maybe the next three nights too.

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[chuuya-fan-page]

if chuuya wanted to kill dazai he absolutely could. even without his ability chuuya is basically monstrously strong and the best fighter in the mafia, maybe in all of yokohama; if chuuya wanted to kill dazai, it would be ridiculously easy for him. and if dazai wanted to kill chuuya, he’s spent 7 years compiling data on chuuya and his possible weaknesses (so he could protect his blind spots like chuuya does his— what who said that, this isn’t hc time!!) and even after they’ve only recently met by the time fifteen is over dazai already knows chuuya is susceptible to poison— he could’ve just poisoned him at any time. hell, he could’ve just offed chuuya after one of the times chuuya used corruption and was out cold— instead, we’ve been shown post-corruption dazai 1) carrying chuuya back, 2) holding chuuya’s face in his lap and petting chuuya’s hair, and 3) (presumably) stayed long enough to cheekily embroider his coat. if they wanted each other dead, it would’ve happened already, long ago

You said it, Anon! They've had many chances to kill e/o, but they never have. Actions speak louder than words, especially in BSD, and Dazai and Chuuya's actions scream that they care about each other. Skk-anti's will swear up and down that they want each other dead when they've proven the exact opposite, they protect each other in battles, they have each other's backs, they put immense trust in the other's hands. Those simply aren't the actions of two people who wants the other dead.

"B-but Dazai/Chuuya said-!" Dazai is a self-admitted liar, you can't take the things he says at face value because he's a fickle little shit and half the things he says are carefully plotted directors leading to his main goal. As for Chuuya, he has never been honest about his emotions, so no way we can blindly trust his supposed hatred towards Dazai.

Just like you said anon, Dazai's attitude towards Chuuya post-corruption are uncharacteristically soft. The stupid fucker can only show care for Chuuya when he's unconscious, god he's so emotionally constipated. His actions show that he cares about Chuuya, even the small bits of comfort he offers him are just little gestures to show that Chuuya isn't just a weapon to him. The very act of staying back to embroider shit into Chuuya's coat is physical proof for Chuuya that Dazai didn't just up and leave him after Corruption, he's assuring Chuuya that he wasn't abandoned.

Anyway Soukoku love each other so so much, they're just stupid children about it

-T

[221bshrlocked]

Obi-Wan slowly slipping under the covers behind you after having to stay with the council until the late hours on Coruscant. Sneaking into your quarters undetected making him feel like he’s a young padawan doing things he’s not supposed to. But he just can’t stay away. You’re letting out soft moans with each breath and all he wants is to enter your mind and find out if you’re dreaming of him. He’s been ready for you since you told him that you’d be expecting him later and leaving him a hot mess in the library. It taking all of his will power to not let out his frustration right there behind the tall book shelves.

He oh so slowly moves your sleep shorts to the side enough for him to slip inside of you. Oh. You are having a good dream indeed. He’s pressed up so close to you; his nose in the tangles of your hair and his hands pulling you closer by your waist….

😳😳😳 Uhhh excuse me?

Loui. Babes. Sweetheart. Bestie. You can't just hit me with somnophilia without a warning like that!!!!!!

NSFW below cut. Descriptive talk of somnophilia so if that makes you uncomfortable, please skedaddle away. Also, Obi-Wan is a kinky fucker. No you can't change my mind.

God I can picture this so vividly too. He can't wait to return back into your arms. He walks with the single goal in mind: getting to your quarters in the dead of night without anyone noticing. The good thing is, your rooms aren't far from each other. But the bad thing is, your rooms aren't far from each other...which means, any other Jedi Master on the Council, also returning to their own rooms around this time, might catch him going into yours.

So he has to be even more careful than usual. He takes long strides, but does his best to calm his Force Signature, and the discomfort of the blood running somewhere he wishes wouldn't be such a distraction at the moment. He brings his robes around his front to shield the growing hardness tenting his trousers, only halting in the hurried steps when he reaches your door. It's clear to him that whatever he's experiencing now is similar to when he was a youngling, perhaps even worse, because while he may have snuck out several times during his youth to steal from Master Yoda's favorite fruits, the actions he's close to taking now are much more serious. Obi-Wan does laugh though when he thinks of Master Yoda's reaction if he were to find out what he's doing now. It would not be dissimilar to the way he approached him years ago when he finally found out who was sneaking into the kitchens and hoarding the delicacies.

When he's sure no one is around, and those who were are fast asleep, he pushes the combination to your door in and sneaks inside, the door sliding shut immediately after he enters. Obi-Wan takes a few moments to collect his bearings, and when he finally turns around, he's met with the sight of your calm and content form beneath the soft sheets of your bed. He grimaces to himself when he sees you're wearing clothes, but the reality of the situation overrules his irritation and he undresses in record time. For a brief moment, he thinks of leaving his boxer briefs on, but the sounds and moans you begin to make in your sleep derail whatever thought he just had.

Slipping the last article of clothing down his legs, he approaches you slowly and stands at the foot of your bed for a while, tilting his head to the side when you move to your side and continue to groan in your sleep, a little bit louder than earlier.

Maker, whatever you were dreaming of must have gotten you in a bit of a frenzy.

Not wanting to waste another moment, Obi-Wan walks around and slips behind you, shifting the sheets away from your body until the two of you were exposed to the chill of the night air. He caresses your arms with two fingers, smiling to himself when he sees gooseflesh erupt across your skin. Your breath hitches all of a sudden and Obi-Wan is torn between watching your Force Signature spike in heat and probing your mind so he can have a front row seat of what's getting you so hot and bothered.

He slides his hand beneath your arm and around your navel, digging his fingers into your stomach to bring you as close to him as possible. When your own hand shifts down and holds onto his own like an anchor, his mind is made up almost instantly.

Obi-Wan pushes his nose the space just behind your ear, inhaling deeply as he moves his hand down and pushes one of your thighs higher so he can get better access to your cunt. You oblige with ease, and the Jedi Master feels his cock twitch with excitement at remembering what you said to him earlier today when he was researching something for an upcoming mission in the library.

I can't wait to feel you tonight. It's been so long Obi, and my fingers are nothing compared to your cock.

He teases your slit with the tips of his fingers, groaning your name when he finds you wet and wanting and shaking for him. Pushing your sleep shorts aside, he shuts his eyes to contain himself from coming then and there at the mere prospect of being engulfed by your heat.

I know you'll come late tonight baby. But...I was thinking- even if you do, I...I still want to feel you. Wouldn't you want that too? I could be good for you...all the time. If you just train my body to take you whenever you want, however you need, I could bring you pleasure any time you yearn for release. Even when I'm not even aware I am. Please Obi, let me help you rest. Let me pleasure you in my sleep...it would mean the world to me, knowing that I can serve you at any given moment.

Pushing his nose into your skin one last time, Obi-Wan thrusts his cock into your cunt, growling with desperation when your walls sheath him like the tightest of gloves. He can't move for a few minutes, afraid he would shoot his load deep in your womb if he so much as pushes into you a little bit more. Your sounds only egg him on though, and his breath shakes with sheer anguish at the prospect of pleasing you in return. He roams his hand up and down your body, torn between holding onto your waist as he fucks into you and moving his hand up your body to grope your breasts in his palm. He thinks that if he were to keep them on your waist, he might end up pushing you beneath him and railing into you until you woke up, something neither of you wanted now.

So he slides his hand underneath your night shirt, and he forgets how to breath for a second when he rests his hand above your heart and finds it hammering against him. He's unsure how this should make him feel, if he should feel pride at being the one to cause you such heightened sensations, or if he should feel possessive of the way your body reacts to his touch, even in your unconscious state.

As soon as his fingers grace your nipples and find them achingly hard for him, he decides that he will dwell on that last thought later. For now, he wanted to make you sing for him in your sleep, and push more filthy dreams into your mind so you can feel as fulfilled as he was now.

Focusing all of his energy on not coming prematurely, Obi-Wan bucks his hips and feels a strike of lightning shoot down his spine at the hot, soaking welcoming of your walls. He wants to scream your name, tell you how good you are to him, even when he's not letting go inside of you, but he knows that anyone around will catch a hint of whatever is going on in this room, so he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade and bites his lower lip to quiet down. He moves with determination, pinching your nipples occassionally if only to hear you moan something akin to his name in your sleep or simply groan and take in a harsh breath.

Obi-Wan doesn't know how long he goes on. It feels like a thousand years, his cock nudging a perfect corner inside you that causes you to gush even more around him, coating the bedsheets beneath you with more of your juices as proof of his ability to pleasure you even when you're not asking him to do anything. But as the need for release grows, he realizes that he must have you cum on his cock before he does, because he's not sure what would happen if he were to shoot his seed inside you and you were left hanging in your sleep. He wanted you to experience rapture as he was now, and before he can think twice of what he's doing, he slips his hand down in between your thighs and shoves his fingers inside your sleep shorts, quickly flicking your clit as he increases his thrusts and feels your walls clenching around him.

He opens his eyes in time to look at your damp neck, and with a few more flicks to your engorged bundle of nerves, he watches as you descend into ecstasy, your Force Signature singing his name louder than he thought even possible in such a state. He wants to wake you, warn you of what would happen if anyone found out, but he can't find it in himself to ruin your orgasm, so he pushes and pushes until he feels a blaster hit his stomach, his cock twitching violently in your cunt as he shoots his load and paints your walls for what feels like minutes.

He throws his head back against the pillow, but doesn't let go of you or pull away, and only when he comes to his senses do his eyes shoot open in panic. He listens, and listens....and listens some more, for any sign of anyone around knowing what just happened. When nothing out of the ordinary draws his attention, he thanks the Maker that he can remain where he is now instead of getting up and doing damage control.

As he sits up on his elbow and looks down at you, he finds your eyebrows furrowed, as if you were focusing on something really hard for a long time and weren't able to do it. Roaming his eyes down your body, he finds your nails digging into his forearms, your breaths coming in hot and ragged. Obi-Wan laughs to himself because of course you wanted more of him even in your sleep. The thought warms his heart because to know that you only ever thought of him, even in your unconscious state, is to have lived within the Force itself.

Even though he knows he should clean the two of you, he doesn't dare move, and instead returns flush behind you, giving your clit a few, teasing rubs to feel your cunt flutter around him once more before resting.

Hmm, tomorrow morning was certainly going to be interesting.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the unkillable mercenary. ﹚: alessio arias 781 .𖹭 ݁

. . . need a man after midnight !? 🍒 : “ oh come on cariño — yeah I'm a bad influence but I'm fun aren't I? think you could use some fun. . . so how about it? could have a lot of that with you in my lap, ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ enigma

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ italian spaniard

꒰ age ꒱ 31

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ enfp

꒰ alias ꒱ the reaper, god’s perfect idiot ♡, the emerald scourge ( remedy members ), the defender ( civilians )

꒰ story ꒱ 

chaotic and full of grins, alessio arias is known for his effortless charm, flirty exterior and sense of humour. he lives for havoc, is what's been rumoured. befitting, for a mercenary such as himself.

at day, a charismatic mechanical engineer and art student - but a feared, almost lunatic mercenary by night known as the reaper. 'unkillable' is what they call him but he laughs every time. oh he's very much killable. he just keeps crawling back. a bullet wound healed, an arm regrown, cells to joints to bones. he always finds a way back.

he seems to be roped in with the heroes every now and then, but he'd be damned to call himself that. his true mission lies in weeding out every last member of that blasted anti-enigma organisation; someone's gotta be a monster, don't they? and he's exceptional at such. 

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

dark, slightly messy and wavy medium-length hair, which extends just above the base of his neck

emerald green eyes ( with bordered pupils ), black eyeliner below his lids with faint black smudged eye shadow. has a vertical piercing on his left eyebrow

fair olive skin tone. two beauty spots below the right corner of his eye. masculine facial features with a few androgynous aspects here and there

6’7” ( 201cm ) and an athletic build of lean muscle

punk goth styled fashion. typically wears a lot of blacks with green accents. lots of leather jackets and black combat boots along with silver jewellery. especially silver chains around his belt loops

typically has black lipstick on his upper lip. sometimes uses a lip piercing

piercing littered ears; standard lobe piercings on each, whereas his right ear has a triple lobe, an orbital and a forward helix piercing —  the left wears a triple stacked helix and a daith

midline tongue piercing and stud on the right side of his nose

wears silver and black rings along with bracelets

sometimes paints his nails black

silver nipple piercings

 

꒰ personality ꒱

charming and charismatic. characterised by his signature grin, often teasing

a maniac, is what people often call him. best known for his chaotic, eccentric attitude

a charmer, flirtatious and bold. always up for a challenge

doesn’t keep his mouth shut sometimes, definitely loud-mouthed

mischievous and teasing, always joking around and sometimes being a bit silly

might come off as intimidating because of his confident front and bold persona ( has a bit of a bad boy esque )

incredibly protective of those he holds dear and the less strong, has a reputation of putting people around the university in their place ( and making it look like an accident )

isn’t all playful and pleasant as he may seem, extremely morally grey as his job outside of university is hunting down an organisation known as “remedy” for the experimentation on mutants

can be incredibly vengeful and ready to do whatever it takes to achieve his goal

can be reckless and even self-destructive. most definitely has a darker side to him, however masks this with humour

becomes far more terrifying when all the jokes and grins drop completely

deep down, is an extremely anxious and shattered person. feels immense guilt over the atrocities that he has committed. is far more shattered and emotionally vulnerable than people think

a person who is deeply caring when it all boils down to it. someone who thinks he is a monster but actually has a heart of gold with those he cares about or those in need

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

fun and hyper boyfriend, with an eccentric attitude that carries chaos with it wherever he may settle his two feet, and oh he loves bringing you into it.

very flirtatious, much more than he is in his usual platonic settings and often resorts to teasing you as a way of showing his affection.

passionate and loving — often displays it through physical affection and through spoiling you rotten a lot.

a fan of touch? you’re in luck, this man is touch-starved PUPPY and will take any chance he can get to at least have his hand wrapped around your waist, shoulder or arm. it helps him feel calm.

adores playfully bullying and poking fun at you, be it through making you indescribably flustered or simply pulling at your leg.

speaking of teasing, he loves mischief and spooking you by jumping out from random corners around the dorm, just so that he can pull you into his arms and soothe you after with a wide grin on his face.’

very protective, but will always do his hardest to ensure it is not overbearing.

may also display signs of possessiveness, however, this is also a trait that he tries not to be overbearing in and ensures that he is not coming off as controlling or toxic.

loves dancing you around and taking you with him on late night drives to sing in the car and grab some snacks — and also sometimes sit with you in silence and cuddle up in the backseat.

always expect alessio to unexpectedly show up and snatch you, just to litter you with kisses, fluster you or cuddle you with him — sometimes to also play games in his apartment.

calls you up during missions just to hear your voice

ask him nicely and he would most likely burn the world down for you.

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

hyper-regenerative abilities: the ability to heal from any wound, whether it be a papercut or being disintegrated.

advanced bodily function: heightened speed, strength, agility and durability — along with advanced senses.

weapon mastery: a master of weapons and highly adaptable to anything he can get his hands on, ranging from sword to a mere fork.

immunity: due to his fast-replicating cells, most illnesses and diseases are killed off immediately before they have any sort of long-lasting affect on him

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

strawberries: he has an intense allergy to strawberries — it greatly deters his senses when consumed.

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

valerio agresta: father

elena arias perez: mother, deceased.

lorenzo agresta arias: younger brother, deceased.

rishen herrera: boyfriend

zhào talisen: frenemy

zhào yŭ xī: younger sister figure

felicity smith: ex girlfriend

luciel bealieu: ex boyfriend

the artisan: enemy.

yuè yizé: complicated

takara shimada: friend

shalika vaishya: friend

yuè mèng yáo: motherly figure, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào mùchén: enemy, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào hàoyú: best friend, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào yizé: friend, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào haitāo: friend, from another universe ( verse 9948e )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

 he is a university student who majors in biochemistry and takes a theatre class as a minor

he speaks spanish ( castilian ) and italian

he knows asl

he is apart of the university dance club

he plays both acoustic and electric guitar

he smokes cigarettes

he has many goldfish named bob

[sweetasadaisy]

Glowing up: A journey towards self-improvement

The reason I want to glow up is because I am determined to make positive changes in my life. I want to improve my health, enhance my appearance, and become a better version of myself. For as long as I can remember, I've been lazy, mediocre, self-destructive and unkind. But I refuse to be like that any longer. With hard work and dedication, I know I can transform myself into someone I'm proud of. I know it won't be easy, but I'm ready to take on the challenge and become the best possible version of myself.

Part 1:Physical wellness

Inspiration:Pink Pilates Princess and Green Juice Girl

The physical aspect of glowing up goes beyond aesthetics. Although, I won't deny that the main reason is doing it. It's about feeling strong, energized, and confident in your skin. I struggle with chronic migraines, fatigue and Self-destructive behaviours. My self-destructive behaviours are things I unconsciously do to make myself unattractive like binge eating because I want to be skinny but my brain doesn't want me to be skinny because it knows it will make me happy and unconsciously I don't want to be happy. I also cut my hair short because I love long hair and I cut my hair every time it gets long because I secretly hate myself and don't want to be happy. (This probably belongs in the mental wellness part.)My plan to improve my physical health is to lose weight gained from years of binging and become fit.

Goals

Lose almost 30lbs by

Eating porpotioned healthily balanced meals(<1450kcals)

Taking my vitamins

Exercising at least 3hrs a week

Getting 10k steps a day

Sleep at 11pm at latest and wake up at 5/6 am

Develop a skincare routine

Grow my hair back to waist length

Part 2:Mental, Emotional and social wellness

Inspiration:That girl and Clean girl

Mental health is the cornerstone of glowing up. It involves cultivating a positive mindset, managing stress, and fostering resilience. Emotional health involves understanding and managing our emotions in a healthy way. It's about cultivating self-awareness, practicing self-compassion, and developing coping strategies for life's challenges. Social health involves building and maintaining meaningful relationships, setting boundaries, and fostering a sense of belonging. I have struggled with my mental health for a long time. I am diagnosed with depression and I have dealt with binge eating on and off for years. I have low self-esteem and self-worth. I never liked myself since I was young. (I think I know the reason but I don't want to share.)The hatred I felt for myself got externalised into hatred, envy, jealousy and unkindness towards others. I am going to change that by:

Getting a therapist

Self care

Being positive

Thinking before I speak

Practicing gratitude

Clean my room once a day

Meet with friends outside of school at least once a month

Part 3: Spiritual wellness

Inspiration: That Christian girl

Nurturing spiritual health provides a sense of purpose, connection, and inner peace. I was born catholic and went to catholic school from the age of 5 to 11(ages 7-11 were an only-girl school). I became an atheist at 11 and have been struggling with my relationship with God ever since. I was born and raised catholic but I was never properly Cathechized. That is because my parents(My mom is a cradle catholic and my dad was born catholic but became Pentecostal) are lukewarm and don't teach me and my siblings about God, the Bible and the Catholic Church. My parents have had multiple children and have not married. (I don't want them to get married to be honest because they are not right for each other and they aren't the best example of a healthy relationship.) My mom only started regularly attending church because I asked her that we start going. My parents aren't the best example of good Christians. Also, in catholic school days teach you nothing about the catholic church they just read the bible to you every morning, make you pray 3-4 times a day and bring you to church once a week. Catholic school wasn't that bad because catechizing me wasn't their job it was my parents. My goals to become strengthen my relationship with God are:

Attend mass on all Sundays and days of obligation

Pray at least twice a day and before eating

Read the Bible daily

Learn about the catholic church and catechize myself

Got to confession eventually

Do my confirmation

Become a Proverbs 31 woman

Part 4: Intellectual wellness

Inspiration:Academic weapon

Continuous learning and intellectual stimulation are essential components of glowing up. An Academic Weapon is a student who is perceived as particularly successful in academics as a whole. My grades are mediocre but i can easily fix that if i stop being lazy and study more. I am going to:

Study atleat 3hrs a day un top of homework

Have an 8-hour study session once a week.

Read one book a month

Join more clubs

Take every opportunity to learn

Conclusion

Glowing up is not a destination but a lifelong journey of self-discovery and personal growth. By nurturing physical, mental, spiritual, social, emotional, and intellectual health, we can become the best versions of ourselves. Whether you're striving to be that Christian girl, a pink Pilates princess, a green juice girl, clean girl or an academic weapon, remember that the most beautiful glow comes from within.

[jaidens]

But You're Just So Cool Run Your Hands Through Your Hair Absentmindedly Makin' Me Want You ! — [ 🌞 ]

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : admiring from afarrr | this is so short pookies I'm sorry 🫶 I'm so tired after staring school again 😭

a/n [s] : requests are open pooksters!!

You aren't sure if he knows what he's doing. The smaller grey shirt he wears, his sweatpants hung low on his waist as he kicks a soccer ball around hitting it in goals frequently. You're attempting to play volleyball with your friend, before you get slammed in the head with a soccer ball knocking you over out of surprise. Your friend runs over to you and suddenly, a more familiar face comes into your vision.

A tan, sweaty face is what comes in with his big, brown eyes. “Are you okay?” Daniel asks quickly, on his hands and knees trying to figure out if you're fine or not. “Man, I'm real sorry. I didn't even realize when I kicked it.” You stop his apologies as you let out a laugh and sit up. “No! No, don't worry. I just got knocked off my feet in surprise. You're a-okay.”

You aren't sure if it's the banging going through your head or just you, but Daniel looks even more attractive under the beaming sun as it pours into his brown eyes, turning them into a honey brown. He runs his hand through his hair, the muscles in his arms extending and contracting as he pulls them down. You probably look crazy, as you completely just stare at him.

You knew about Daniel and Ali, always from your best friend, so from what you had known he was off-limits. So, then, you would only admire from afar. He holds his arm up once he stands up, helping you stand up and you get to stare into his eyes. God, isn't he gorgeous? He brushes some dust off of your shirt and smiles. “You should be alright. I'll see you around, yeah?” You nod and he runs back off with his friends.

No matter how short the interaction had been you will always remember the spark that it began in the raging fire of today. Daniel is kissing across your neck, older and wiser now, 20 and beginning his own car dealership. You got your first sponsorship, which ended up with a celebration and a pop of champagne. You definitely weren't mad, but you were only mad that you missed half of it due to your zoning out.