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f4iryfever · 4 months ago

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Hellloooo hruuu?? Can u do smth abt jealous soobin touching/gripping ur thighs as a warning that hes jealous and the only way to settle this is in bed👀 he also has a breeding kink 😔

Can i be a ✏️ anon? :3

hiii im good thank you! im so sorry for responding so late, I’ve just been so busy with studies AND OMFG YES OFC YOU CAN BE ✏️ ANON AAAA <3333

warnings; jealous!soobin, thigh gripping, hip gripping, clingy!soobin, possessive!soobin, unsafe driving, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), boob obsessed soobin, swearing, car sex (ik anon said bed but i feel like this just suited sex in a car), this is very short im so sorry 😭 pls tell me if i missed out on anything!! MINORS DNI!!!

It was a normal day like any other, the boys came around to join you and Soobin at the arcade near your shared apartment where you go everyday.

And just like any other day, you and Beomgyu were playing on the dance stage, competing to see who’ll win but something was different. Something only Soobin noticed.

Today Beomgyu was being more touchy with you, holding your waist at times when it wasn’t needed and giving you little touches here and there; Soobin did not like it at all. The grip on his drink tightened as he watched the way Beomgyu easily picked you up to move you back onto your side after you managed to wiggle your way to his.

When the dance ended and the results came onto the screen showing that you won, you cheered loudly, shoving your L shaped fingers to his faux saddened face. “I WON I WON I WONNNN!!!” You giggled jumping up and down causing your breasts to move along with you.

Your naïve bubbly self didn’t realise the way Beomgyu’s eyes were attached to the way your perky breasts were jumping nor did you notice the way he covered his hardened dick with his hands.

But Soobin did and he did not like it. At all.

“SOOBIE I WON!!” You rushed over to your boyfriend excitedly, enveloping him in a tight hug. You expected your sweet loving boyfriend to reciprocate the hug but it never came. You pulled away looking at him confused as a cute frown sat between your eyebrows, “Baby are you okay?”

Soobin let out a breath, his hands finding purchase on your hips, his dark eyes meeting yours. “Mhm,” he muttered, rubbing circles onto your clothed skin. “y/n…”

“Yes?”

“Y’know you’re mine, right?” He asked, his predatory eyes never leaving your doe ones. “Of course!!” You felt offended that he had asked you that, of course you were his, why on earth would he question your loyalty??

“Hey Y/N, wanna do one more round?” Beomgyu came up to the couple, his small smile going wide at your eager nods. But before you could follow the long haired man onto the dance steps, you felt a strong grip on you wrist tugging you back. You turned around to look at Soobin glaring daggers at the man in front. The grip on your hip getting harder that you knew was going to leave a bruise. But you loved it, it turned you on.

“We’re leaving,” He gritted out, pulling you out the arcade not letting you to bid your farewell to your friend.

“Soobin what was that for?” You questioned only to be responded by being forcefully shoved into the passenger seat. You watched as he got into the drivers seat, not bothering to put his seatbelt on, he put a protective hand onto your plush thigh, gripping it tightly before zooming past the arcade. You squealed at the sudden speed, your hands desperately trying to find your seatbelt.

The foot that was on the pedal went in deeper causing the car to go even faster as the hand on your thigh squeezed more of your flesh. You worriedly looked at him trying to get him to slow down but it was no use, his eyes were stuck onto the road and had only one destination in his mind.

“Soobin!” You shook his arm, “Soobin please! Talk to me! What happened?!” As soon as that query left your mouth, he harshly braked causing you to fall face flat onto his lap. Your face on top of his covered cock.

“You wanna talk? Let’s fucking talk, get your ass over here,” The black haired man undid your seatbelt, helping you to move over to sit onto his laps as your back rested against the steering wheel.

“Soobi-” His lips engulfed yours in a heated kiss before you could even speak, his tongue pushing past your teeth to collide with yours, sucking on it harshly. His large veiny hand slithered to your hair, tugging at it as he continued his administrations on your lips.

He pulled away, a string of saliva forming between both of your plush lips before he dipped his head to suck and bite harshly on the skin of your throat. A high pitched moan left your lips, your fingers running through his silky hair gripping tightly at the base as he continued to suck his way down to the hem of your shirt.

Without a second thought, the man under you ripped your shirt in two exposing your breasts. “Soobin!” You gasped out but he didn’t care, not when your boobs were in his view.

His heart shaped lips immediately engulfed your nipple, sucking it and coating his saliva all over it whilst the other was being tortured by his large hand. A wanton moan escaped you when you felt Soobin scraping the tip of your hardened nipple with his sharp teeth. “Oh my…” You groaned aloud, grinding your hips down onto his hardened cock.

“Mine. All mine.” He mumbled onto your skin, kissing the valley of your breasts up to your other nipple. “Only for me to see and touch.” That was when it hit you, he was jealous.

“Mmm is my baby jealous?” You hummed out, arching your back when Soobin began trailing open mouthed kisses down your stomach. “So what if I am? You like it when I’m jealous,” He muttered against your lips before harshly kissing them, one hand gripping the back of your head to keep you in place while he made out with you whilst the other one went down to unbutton your jeans.

“Oh really?” You asked breaking the kiss before he pulled you back in again, “Mhm.” He mumbled against your plush lips, you felt two of his nimble fingers rubbing against your covered soaked pussy. “This is the proof that I need,” He cockily pointed out before shoving your wet panties to the side and plunging his fingers in.

You moaned loudly throwing your face in the crook of his neck, his scent invading your senses as his fingers spread apart in your hole, preparing you for his cock. The pace that his fingers had only increased faster and faster with the way you were moaning and grinding down on his digits.

Soobin removed his fingers, plopping them in his mouth sucking on them lewdly whilst maintaining eye contact with you. His once innocent eyes changed to dominant lustful ones, “Taste so good baby, need your pussy squeezing my cock.”

In one quick movement, his dick sprung out from the confinements of his jeans, his hand coming up to stroke his red tipped leaking cock. No matter how many times you had sex with Soobin, his size always shocked you and like always, you would take his cock like the good slut you are.

He guided his tip to your weeping hole, collecting your juices before lowering you down as you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his neck for support. You both threw your heads back moaning at the stretch his cock was giving to your pussy.

“F-fuck baby you’re so tight,” He groaned out, squeezing his eyes shut at the tight grip your pussy has around his dick. “G-gonna make me cum if you continue doing that!” He warned as your pussy only squeezed tighter.

Once his dick was fully inside of you, he held onto your hips and pulled you up from him only to slam you back down. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock filling up your pussy with every thrust.

“Oh Soobin!” You moaned out each time his dick thrusted up to your cunt, the pace that he was fucking you in had you curling your toes and clawing at the back of his neck. “That’s it baby, moan out my name. Tell me baby, who do you belong to?”

A shriek escaped you when you felt his tip hit your cervix so sinfully, “Oh fuck! More please I want moreeeee!” Tears spilled down your face, feeling yourself getting drunk at the way his mushroom tip hit your g-spot every time.

“I asked you a question baby, I expect an answer,” The grip on your hips got stronger as he bounced you down onto his cock harder and harder. “Aaah oh my- you! You Soobin! I-i belong to you!”

Soobin’s eyes never left your boobs bouncing up and down in front of his face, he dipped his head low to suck on your nipple again. The feeling of his warm mouth on your nipple and his cock slamming into your ruined pussy was all getting too much, the knot in your stomach getting tighter.

The car was filled with the filthy sounds of skin slapping onto each other as the thought of someone walking past and watching you getting fucked was in the back of both of your minds.

“Gonna breed you full with my babies so everyone will know you’re mine,” He grunted out, fucking you harder than before; he too was feeling his orgasm getting close.

“I-I’m gonna cum!!” You cried out feeling the knot in your stomach start to unravel as Soobin’s cock continued to torture your pussy. “Cum! Fucking cum, let me fuck you a baby!” He yelled out feeling his orgasm splatter across your walls, painting them white.

You screamed out loud, feeling your cum spilling all over his cock but that didn’t stop Soobin from fucking his cum into you. “Can’t lose a single drop,” He mumbled as he continued to fuck his orgasm into him.

You whined in overstimulation, tugging his hair on the back of his head as he finally let go of you but not before putting your panties in place to make sure none of his cum goes to waste.

Your now clothed private sat on his limp dick as you tried catching your breath, resting on Soobin’s chest. God you loved it when he was jealous.

guys let’s just ignore that really shitty ending 😭😭😭😭 anon im SO sorry for making this so late, i was so busy but thankfully im free now so please send in more asks <333

tags; @inkigayocamman @babymochibeargyu

#choi soobin smut #soobin smut #txt smut #tomorrow x together #txt post #txt x reader #soobin hard hours #soobin hard thoughts #soobin x reader #soobin #choi soobin #txt soobin #f4iryfever

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romanestuffsposts · 11 months ago

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hi hi🐳

can you please do daddy!bucky x babyspace!reader (like the reader has a pacifier, a bottle, wears nappies) where daddy bucky is having playtime with the reader playing peek a boo with the reader knowing it’s their favourite game and he tickles them a lot because he loves hearing baby reader giggle and squeal and then he feeds baby reader a bottle and rocks them to sleep?

sorry if that’s weird or cringy 😔

Hi there love! 💜

No please, your request is perfect sweetie! Don’t think the things you want to see written are weird or cringe, the one you ask is really cute and I love it!

I Hope you like what I wrote for you ❤️

Enjoy <33

*****

Warnings : playful, tickles, teasing, kisses, pet names, diaper, sleepiness

Pairings : Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

Summary : It's your day alone with your Daddy today but sleepiness seems not to want to leave you. While he was changing you, he thought it could be fun to play a little game to waking you up... now you just have to protect your sensitive skin

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The morning sun is peeking through your window but apparentely it's not enough to wake you up.

About 30 minutes later, your Daddy walks inside your room and smiles when he sees you still sleeping. It's the second morning that your Papa is away for a mission and even tho he misses Steve, he loves having you for himself. He loves taking care of you.

He quietly sits on the edge of the bed and gently strokes your arm up and down with the tip of his fingers. You removed the cover in your sleep because it was burning hot in there.

You wiggle a little but still sleep pronfondly. he chuckles to himself because he knows you better than anyone and he knows how hard it is to wake you up.

He gets up and lies on top of you while groaning "waky waky, babygirl" he says in a funny way

You groan and open an eye "daddyy" you whine. He hummes with a silly smile. He knows he's being annoying and he loves it.

"get off" you whine again making him chuckle "rude little one" He rests his chin on your shoulder and tilts his head "i'm going to stand up only if your promise me that you'll get up too"

You groan louder "fineee"

He smiles and stands up. He watches you sitting on the bed and he can tell it wasn't easily, you really are tired this morning. You peer up at him with tired eyes and a little pout which make him smile. he tilts his head and walks to you, he lifts you up in his arms and you immediately wraps yourself around him like a koala.

"you need to be change baby ?" he asks and you nod your head. He walks in the bathroom and lies you down on the changing table. You let him change you and clean you, once he closed your beautiful purple diaper he looks back at you.

He frowns when he sees your beautiful eyes closed. He shakes your hips softly "little one" he sighs "it's not the time to sleep"

You moan and grimace but don't open your eyes "baby" he says less impatient now.

‘’Open those beautiful eyes or you’re gonna regret it, babygirl’’ he teases, trying to scare you.

He knows you won’t be scared but he wants you to play and he knows how to make you in the mood.

As he expected, your eyes stay closed so he tries something else ‘’let’s play a game’’

He opens your eyes with his fingers and chuckles because of the face you’re making. ‘’You have to keep your eyes open for the game baby’’

You groan but open your eyes, the call of a game too strong to go back to sleep.

You see your Daddy hiding his eyes and your eyes immediately light up. You absoutely love that game, you play it with your Daddy or Papa each time you're not in the mood.

They know how much you love it, it makes you feel little and you love it when they're playful like this with you.

He smiles behind his hands when he hears you giggle at the anticipation

"peeeeek aaaa..." he trails on, he feels you wiggling on the changing table at his teasing.

"Boo!!" he yells in his silly tone making you squeal loudly. He hides back his eyes with his hands and start all over again. He comes closer to you with his masked face and you bite your lower lip.

"Peek aaa.." He says more quietly than before but the teasing in his voice is still there.

When he says 'boo', his claws jump on your ribs and he shakes them. Your hands grab his wrists but you don't try to move them, you just laugh to hard for that.

He chuckles along with you and move his hands away from your senstive skin. He doesn't lose a time and hide back his eyes, your giggles are still leaving your throat because you knopw the game is about to start again.

He waits seconds before finally starting "peek aaaa.." He bend forward in a quick movement and yells "boo" loudly again before jumping on your skin once again.

You yell and harsh your back, this time he targets your sides and belly and the feeling is still the same than before ; torturous.

"Daddy toppp" You laugh. He notices from your tone that you had enough and decide to stop. It's all fun and games but he never wants to go too far, it's not the point of it.

He chuckles and kisses your belly button before putting on you your new diaper.

You're now all ready for the day with your Daddy

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etherealyoungk · 1 year ago

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skye ml !!! hear to gift u some soft thoughts <33

imagine applying makeup on hoshi!! perhaps you bought some new makeup from the store or something and wanted to try it out, and he just so happened to walk in at the right time. imagine applying lip gloss or lipstick to his lips or putting some blush on his cheeks or just glitter to his face and he just looks so adorable :(( and he just lets you because he's so w h i p p e d and he kisses you with the lip gloss to your lips

RANIAA BUBS <3 stop omg this is such a cute thought aaaa i love this

you're back home from going on a little therapy shopping run is what you're justifying this as. you only went into the store to buy a new eyeliner since your previous one was almost over. but the salesperson was maybe a little too persuasive and they were having a really good offer too, so that's how you came back home with more than just an eyeliner.

"babe are you home?", hoshi asks, calling out for you when he hears the front door open. he sees the little bag you have and smiles. "did you buy new makeup products?", he prompts and you nod. "i got some cute products plus they had a good deal going on", you explain, walking towards hoshi.

"im gonna try them on!", you tell and hoshi follows you to your bedroom like a puppy. "why don't you sample them on me?", he suggests. "i'll be like a model for you", he adds, looking so excited how can you tell him no. so that's how hoshi was in front of you, smiling and eager as you took out all the products you got and placed them on your vanity table. he looks at the products curiously and you smile.

hoshi sits up all ready and you chuckle at his eagerness. you take some primer and apply it to his face, followed by foundation. and then you grab the blush. you look at him and he looks and waits. you dab the big brush in the blush and gently dab it to his cheeks. he tries to hold back his smile at the ticklish feeling but fails, a sweet giggle leaving his lips. "does it tickle?", you ask and he nods and you smile along.

you grab the lipsticks and hold them in front of hoshi. "which one do you wanna try on?", you ask and he looks at the colors and points to the dusty pink one. "great choice baby", you tell opening the lipstick. and when you look up, hoshi's already pouting his lips for you to apply the lipstick. "that's not gonna work", you tell squishing his cheeks and you tell him to just open his lips a bit as you apply the lipstick. and you weren't going to lie, the color looked really good. "woah this one is so good!", you tell, leaning back a bit to admire the color. "really?", hoshi asks, turning his head to the mirror on the side, but you stop him. "im not done yet!", you tell and he chuckles.

you then decide to add some glitter from the highlighter and eyeshadow you bought. it was a pretty subtle pink and golden. you apply some to hoshi's cheeks and his a bit to his nose. you add a little glitter eyeshadow to his eyelids and he looks so cute already. you grab the final item, some lipgloss and open it. you put the lipgloss on him and dab it and hoshi looks at you with a cute lopsided pout.

"how do i look?", he asks. you could melt into a puddle right now at how adorable he looked. "cute, you look so cute!", you nearly squeal and hoshi looks at himself in the mirror. "i do look good and cute", he says with a smile and looks back at you. your smile was enough for him.

you look at the lipsticks and grab one. "let me try this and see how it looks on me", you tell but he stops you. "let me put it on you baby", he asks and you don't see why not, so you hand it over to him, only for him to put it back on the table. confused, you're about to open your mouth to say something but he kisses you.

"there! now you have the lipstick on you", he says, proud and he looks at you. you smack his hand at his cheeky move. "oh wait, i think i missed a spot", he adds and you pucker your lips and he grins, kissing you again. and maybe turns into more than just an innocent kiss or two, but who was complaining.

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toranesu · 1 year ago

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AHAHAHA i actually do not feed myself anything to get such ideas, i just get them 😭😭😭

had another thought for u <3 (omfg i feel nasty for having sm thoughts)

but hear me out on this one,,, not sure if im the only one who has it but i secretly have aaaa size kink?-

BUT.

HEAR ME OUT AGAIN.

SIZE KINK W/ TINGYUN.

tingyun cannot rlly choose which hole she wants you to use, but u tell her u can use all!!! pick her up and push her up against a wall in her room, tear her bottoms apart and plunge ur cock in, she'll be putty in ur hands in no time.

poor foxian girl cannot stop her screams, as u continue to assault her wet insides, srsly cannot get over the fact how u pick her up so easily and fuck her up within just a blink of an eye

and also gonna add the fact ur dick could make bulge on her plush stomach, proving just how aggressive u plan to be w/ her.

and it doesn't stop, srsly, it goes on for so long that she'd be leaving her room with heavy amounts of cum dripping down her legs <3

-anon kei

kei i am so sorry for getting back at you so late 😭 im trying i swear 🙏

sub tingyun x dom gn amab reader | cw. amab reader, belly bulge, size difference

tingyun loves loves loves sneaking off with you in the middle of work! she'll definitely get an earful, but it's always worth it to have you plunge into her pussy like a fucking machine!! her ass, her pussy, her mouth—how good would it be if she could just have all her holes filled up with you.

the moment you grab her by the waist and tell her you need her, she easily complies. once you're in her room, you don't pause and immediately attack her, pinning her down on the wall and aggressively kissing all over her neck, suckling on her skin whilst your hand roams wherever you can touch.

her skin is smooth and delicate, she's so gorgeous. oh, how you love marking her beautiful skin up. she moans deliriously, loving the power you have over her.

you hurriedly rip her clothes off, your fingers pressing on her wet cunt. "fuck. already dripping for me, tingyun?" you mutter out, grazing your teeth on her collarbone.

"mmn, how can i not be?" she wraps her arms around your neck. she's looking at you with those starstrucking eyes and giving you that signature smile of hers.. oh, how you wanna fuck her up.

you've had her just the night before, and yet you can't stop yourself from wanting her now—neither can she. not wasting any time, you strip yourself and manhandle her down onto the bed, towering over her. she swears she could just cum from the size difference alone.

your hands find their way onto her hips, while you thrust your aching dick inside her wet cunt. the fluids from tingyun's juices alone enough to help you slide right in, along with the fact that you've just fucked the night before.

tingyun moans noisily as you bottom out inside of her, gritting your teeth and suckling onto her neck. your hand finds it's way to squeeze her boob before starting to thrust into her at a rough pace, the sound of skin slapping and the two of you's moans and groans surrounding the room.

as you've done this a thousand times before, her eyes draw towards the bulge on her stomach. tingyun just nearly squeals at the sight, her hand pressing down on the bulge while she clamps around you.

you look down towards her stomach, grinning smugly at the sight. your size is certainly something you're proud of. "shit. so full of me, babe," you groan out, watching the way the bulge moves according to your thrusts.

when you put your hand on top of hers, pressing down gently, she cums. that act of affection from you—oh, tingyun's weak.

#demoaning #sub tingyun #tingyun x reader #sub honkai star rail #sub hsr #dom reader #top reader #top male reader #gn reader #amab reader

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pheliiaa · 11 months ago

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hey pooks!!

wilbur with a reader who likes rabbits?

head canons or a blurb, i don’t mind!!

reader who likes bunnies with wil hcs!!

notes : thank you ax!!! I'm so sorry if this is bad or something aaaa this is my first time making hcs!! I think I kinda messed it up thinking it was a reader WITH a bunny, but oh well, sorry :(

• wilbur would be such a sweetheart, probably helping you with everything the bunny/bunnies need(s)

• would definitely bring and/or buy snacks bunnies can eat

• would absolutely melt if you let him carry a bunny of yours, would probably panic inside but would squeal and go 'awwwwhh!!' a lot lmao!!

• if you needed to leave somewhere/have an occasion and had to leave the bunnies? leave it to him, he will absolutely shower them with affection.

• he would probably name them something silly no matter the name you give them, like if you named your bunny 'moon', he'd probably call em 'cheese'. yes, cheese. (argsghsa the moon is made of cheese real)

• buys you those bunny headbands/hats :00

• bonus : PROUDLY MATCHES WITH YOU AHSHSG

• would squeal immediately if the bunny cuddles into him like AWWW

• loves you and will love bunnies for you <3

• he was pretty nervous when you both were gonna get a bunny/bunnies since he was scared about the bites n stuff

• started warming up and getting used to your bunny/bunnies

• he would definitely buy you so, so many bunny themed items.

• sees something that's even just slightly bunny themed? thinks of you. always you.

• buys everything that has a bunny on it that he thinks you'd like.

#ax !!#mutuals #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x you #qsmp wilbur #headcanon

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supertrxshwrites · 1 year ago

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Me again!

Can I request Something, maybe headcanons or imagined, for Damian where his fem S/O is really sensitive to cold and has a low body temperature, but doesn't know what causes it? Reader always complains about her hands, back and face being cold. No matter how many layers she wears she always has a chill. It's okay in the summer time but winter and fall she can barely stand to leave the house or refuses to walk around without a blanket around her.

Hey babes I’m sorry this is so late omg I meant to do this the second you sent this and then I got sick and it’s been a crazy few weeks I hope you like it sorry if it’s short I’ll be happy to write more if you want lemme knooow ♥︎

At first you thought it was just a regular chill you get from time to time, but then you noticed it was starting to become a regular thing. Your hands always felt like ice cubes to the touch and when you went to Damian he thought maybe you had anemia and it was a normal thing.

“Dami, I’m coooold” you whined

He swivels around from his desk and turns to you giving you a look.

“I’m coooollld..I need warmth” you whine some more.

Damian sighs as he stands up pulling his sweatshirt off and giving it to you. His body heat was like a warm blanket instantly putting you to sleep on the couch. He chuckles before picking you up and laying you on the bed and covering you up with a few blankets. For a moment he watches you as you sleep, brushing your hair out of your face and pushing the hood to the sweatshirt back a bit just so he knows you’re comfortable.

𓆩♡𓆪

Your eyes flutter open and you’re greeted with a pleasant smell you assume is coming from the kitchen. You tumble out of the mountain of blankets Damian covered you in and make your way to the kitchen.

“Smells good” you say as you turn the corner into the kitchen. For a moment you hover as he cooks in silence when you feel cold again, even in the sweatshirt you start to feel like the inside of a walk in freezer.

“Damiiiii” you whine hugging him from behind

“Hm?” He says stirring what looks like curry

“I’m cooooolld warm me up” you whine as you slide your hands under his shirt to touch his back.

“AAAA SHIT! Y/N you’re fucking freezing!” He practically leaps out of his skin at the sensation.

“I’m making curry and rice hopefully it warms you up okay..go sit on the couch I put a heated blanket over there while you slept so whenever you start to get too cold you can use that” he says as he turns off the stove.

He brings the food over and the second you take a bite the spice hits you hard instantly warming you, causing your eyes to water a bit.

“Is it too spicy? I can make something else I just thought it would warm you up” he sounds a bit worried given the silence that followed once you took a few bites. After a few more bites you flash him a big smile and throw your arms around his neck in a big hug.

“Thank you Dami!” You squeal happily finally feeling warm for once.

“This helped so much!” You said squeezing him tight

“Of course baby” he smiles holding you close.

You’re always freezing but Damian going out of his way to make you something that would warm you up was so sweet it made your stomach flip and your heart do a hundred cartwheels in your chest. That constant chill you always had was finally gone and yeah this feeling might not be permanent but that’s okay. As long as you have Damian you’ll always find a way to warm up.

#damian wayne x reader #supes writes #batfam #supes asks #supertrxshwrites #supes speaks #dc comics

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manicplank · 9 months ago

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what if i give them a stuffed animal. favorite animal of theirs lets gooooo

You give them a stuffed animal

Peppino: You give him a cute stuffed animal of a dog. He smiles and lets out a little "AAAA!!" of excitement. He loves it! It's been so long since he's had one of these.

Gustavo: You give him a stuffed animal of Brick. He adores it! He shows it to Brick, who just sort of stares at it. He thanks you and gives it a squeeze.

Mr. Stick: You give him a stuffed animal of a cat. It's so soft! He smiles wide. He thinks it's cute, but he won't admit it. He keeps it on his bed every night.

Pepperman: You give him a stuffed animal of... well, he doesn't like animals so much, so you give him the plush of himself! He thinks it's hilarious! It's almost as perfect as he is. He pats you on the head and thanks you.

The Vigilante: You give him a stuffed animal of a cow. He smiles as you hand it to him. He's not too sure how to react, but he loves it. He thanks you.

The Noise: You give him a stuffed animal of an alligator. He hugs it and goes quiet. You ask if he's okay, but he growls at you. You leave while you still have all of your fingers. (He loves it. He keeps it next to his pillows on his bed.)

Noisette: You give her a stuffed animal of a rabbit. She squeals and jumps up and down. She loves it! "Thank you thank you thank you, AAAAA!" She hugs it tightly and doesn't let go.

Fake Peppino: His favorite animal is people, so you just get him a Barbie doll. And guess what? He eats it. He loves it. That's kind of his thing. He throws it up later as he couldn't digest it, and he plays with it quite often.

Pizzahead: You gave him a stuffed animal of a Bad Rat. He's amazed! He can't believe you would do something so kind! He promises to keep it safe and sound. He puts it in the pile of the other millions of plushes he has.

Pillar John: You give him a stuffed animal of a dog. He laughs. It's so small compared to him. He loves it! It's so soft and squishy.

Gerome: You give him a stuffed animal of a cat. He thinks it's adorable. He doesn't have any plushes, but he does now. He gives you a little fist bump as a thank you.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pillar john #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo

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haeryna · 10 months ago

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OH MY GOD BAEEEE

i literally love your satosugu fic so much IM SCREAMING LIKE UGHH ITS SO GOOD AJDJWJS

like im not over exaggerating it hurts so good like i swear you know how to hit us hard 😭

i love your writing style and the way that we can feel the characters emotions (or maybe thats just me being sensitive..? IM JOKING BAE) like i can imagine how hurt reader is by satosugu leaving her and how mad satosugu are at themselves for leaving her too LIKE UGHHHH

and readers thoughts are completely valid because satosugu left without explanation, basically deserting her and then suddenly they come back?? like i’d be so hurt and mad that they’re back BUT ALSOO when she got called princess? i feel like part of her just wanted to cave especially when she was being held like that but then the other part of her was fighting, reminding herself how badly she was hurt LIKE OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING AAAA

and for satosugu their reason for leaving and not contacting was also completely valid !! i love that we get to see how much they miss reader and how upset they were that they left but also their reason for leaving? literally GUT WRENCHING. Yes they love reader as much as they love each other but they had to get out of there for their own safety and it just hurts so good 😭 AND THE WAY THAT THEY STILL LOVE HER TOO IT HURTS SO GOOD LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IT MAKES ME SOB— okay but really the way that they never stopped loving her shows how much they truly loved her in the first place because even though reader thinks she means nothing to them she was the only person that they could ever love the way they love each other, oh my god and when they find out she never left and how she’s been alone for the past 5 years i can’t even imagine the guilt and hurt they felt. i can’t even when Suguru finds her letters like the pain he must’ve felt? The way he slowly saw through the letters as the girl they left behind changed, BUT THE WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOVE HER ANY LESS. Also when Satoru notices how reader has changed physically like i just KNOW he wanted to burst into tears, seeing the people you love so frail and vulnerable is a pain that you can never forget so imagining how Satoru felt coming back after years only to find her looking like that must’ve been so painful for him. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PART WHERE HE SAYS HOW HE FORGOT WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE WITH HER LIKE OH MY GOD STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Like even though reader doesn’t even want to be in the same room as him he can’t help but feel alive because she’s just always had that affect on him like oh my god i literally want to bawl. Okay but also Suguru writing all of his songs for her 😭 I can’t help but wonder if he still has the guitar she thrifted for him? Also the part about Satoru’s makeup artist? “She’ll never do it like you” IM ACTUALLY SOBBING.

I love the way you write so much, it’s so real and has so much emotion. As a theater kid this entire fic is so good for character analysis like I LOVE analyzing characters and the way you write them just makes it even more fun ! I love the way that each character is actually complex and how their emotions feel real LIEK OH YMGNDODQJDHJWNS

(omg i didn’t realize how like jumbled up this all is im so sorry 😭)

I can’t wait for more to be revealed about their relationship! take your time writing the next chapter 💗

ANON PLEASE I WANT TO PUT YOU IN A LITTLE JAR WITH A BOW AND KEEP YOU SAFE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND I LOVE YOU !! let's get married. rn. but PLEASE i was sitting here squealing and kicking my feet and looking at this ask every five minutes...i'm so glad you love it :') it makes me feel so happy that you feel like i've written them to a depth that you feel like you can analyze them!!

just for you bae, some little snippets that may or may not get woven into the main story: (suggestive but not explicit!!)

suguru keeps the old guitar you thrifted him. he actually bought a special case for it, so that even with all the damage, it'll still remain strong. there's a metaphor in that, he thinks, in the way that he'll only bring it out when he's writing a song that's meant for you. they're all meant for you, so he finds himself bringing it out constantly. he refuses to try the demos that the studio sends over, of metal and rock, because it feels cheap and artificial.

satoru keeps you and his lockscreen. it's a photo of you and suguru standing together, backs towards the camera. suguru is mid-laugh, and your eyes are shining. sukuna used to give him shit for it, until choso stepped in, recognizing the wistful love in satoru's eyes every time he'd see it.

the first time they were intimate together in their shitty apartment somewhere in seoul, suguru calls out your name. satoru says nothing of it. in turn, suguru pretends not to notice when satoru calls for you in his sleep.

kenji is dissatisfied. in a small town like yours, classmates have paired up left and right. you were meant for him, he believed. but now that satoru and suguru are back, and you're about to leave, he'd rather clip your wings than let them have you. if he can't have you, then he'd rather let you take the fall.

shoko is bemused, in a sad sort of way. she knows she can't interfere. that, and her girlfriend hates satoru with a burning passion, so she doesn't want to start any fires there.

(utahime will never forgive how satoru had made fun of her when she'd taken a particularly nasty fall during a dance practice. they weren't even in the same industry for god's sake. utahime does not care.)

you're exhausted. money is thin. you've given up on your dreams of a musical career. the notebooks of sheet music and lyrics lay aimlessly on your floor. you pretend like you realize the bleakness of your life. in reality, when you can't sleep, you find yourself scribbling words and melodies.

satoru and suguru tried, once. to replace you. to find someone else. they couldn't even seriously stomach the idea before they gave up and went back to pathetically looking at old photos of you. one of the first things they got when they made it big was a professional album done of all the photos they had of you.

(shoko laughed until she cried when she heard about it, before smacking satosugu and telling them to "go talk to her and do something about it, dumbasses.")

ALSO DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLE!! i adored it and i hope to see you around nonnie, take care of yourself <33 i hope my other fics will be able to allow you to analyze the characters as well; the next chapter will be a doozy considering how badly i want to make it realistic but there's a lot of thought that goes into that hnghh. i hope you have a lovely day/night bby!!

#strawberry picking🍓⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡#idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #literally shaking in my chair #you like my writing???#you like me???#omfg !! kisses you

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sanhwaism · 1 year ago

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i just read MEET UP FOR A COFFEE AND A SMILE and AAAA ITS SO GOOD !!! can i 🤭 mayhaps request san x gn!reader who feels rlly bad about their body or just has confidence/low self esteem issues and san does his best to listen whilst also reassuring his partner that they’re a beautiful person?

thank you so much 💌 i love your writing !!

한슴 (BREATHE) | C.S

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ choi san x gn .ᐟ reader

synopsis ⟡ feeling down because of so many insecurities, all you want is to be swallowed by a black hole and never perceived again. slowly, but surely you understand that you don't have to deal with these worries alone, but instead let your lover prove to you how worthy of love you are.

genre ⟡ established relationship, hurt/comfort, romance, a sprinkle of angst??? at the beginning, fluff!

warnings ⟡ reader is emotionally struggling; a bit of self hatred and some venting; mentions of a lost appetite and san touching body parts (arms, stomach, legs, etc); pet names; tears inducing! (idk about you but i! sobbed! writing this!)

wc ⟡ 2.8k

author's note ⟡ my first ever request :,) and it's so comforting :,) thank you so much for motivating me to write this one shot @megumisthv sobs ㅠㅠ it means the world to me knowing you love my writing <3 anyone reading this, a gentle reminder that you are not alone and are so beautiful inside and out. i love you.

"jagiyaaaaaa, i'm home!" you barely hear the familiar, comforting voice of your boyfriend coming from the hallway. in a panicked state, you try to wipe away the tears as quickly as you can and get yourself up off the floor. your legs are slightly trembling and your hearing feels muffled. you can't recall for how long you have been crying all by yourself, engulfed by the darkness and coldness of the bedroom. bedroom that you and san share, and which feels warm only when he is around, when he paints the four walls with his delightful laughter, his heavenly voice or just his pure presence, when you're safe and sound in his embrace. there are no worries, no bad thoughts or terrible, terrible inner voices that mess up with your mind.

but it can get suffocating when you're alone, it's so much more difficult to tell yourself all the heartening words he can say to you when things get rough, when you start forgetting your worth. when overthinking makes it harder for you to breathe or look at yourself.

there are moments like this evening, when you can't stop asking yourself what does he see? what could san possibly have found in you that made him fall in love and what can san still see in you that doesn't make him want to leave? you can't wrap your head around it. all you see when you look in the mirror is someone with so many imperfections that it's hard to believe you are even lovable in the first place. worthy of his love. you wish you could radiate confidence next to him, but how is that possible when you feel like your thoughts swallow you whole? making you feel so insignificant?

it breaks your heart. and it evokes such sadness and disappointment inside you. because you understand that there isn't much you can change. that you may, unrightfully so, bring san's mood down and make him feel guilty. you love him so dearly — that's why you're so afraid of losing him.

there are moments like this evening, when all you do is cry your heart out because he's not around, all curled up in a ball while tightly hugging your knees, your flushed face hidden between them. but no matter what, you don't feel better. not even after the hours that had passed by.

"waaaah, baby, baby, i saw a new shop on my way home and it has soooooo many cute things," he squeals. ''i couldn't get inside because i was rushing to see you but i spotted a plushie that looked just like byeol! ah, really, we should go there together!" you hear his excited chattering while he takes off his coat and sneakers. in the bedroom, you try your best to look like you're in a deep sleep, your tears clothed eyelashes softly touching the skin of your under eyes.

and there are moments like this evening, when you can suddenly feel yourself being pulled away from your corrupted, self destructive bubble by a gentle touch that saved you so many times before, in the past.

"y/n? aegiya? hey, hey, hey, what's the matter? honey, what's wrong? why are you crying?"

at first, san innocently thought you just fell asleep while waiting for him and he was ready to close the bedroom's door, but he missed you too much and wanted to take a look at his lover before leaving. to delicately trace the line of your cheekbone with his fingertips, to stare at the way you look so peaceful and beautiful while sleeping with hearts in his eyes. it's what he does every time, but this time something was off. you couldn't fool him, not when it comes to your truthful feelings.

in a desperate way of needing to protect you, san swiftly changes his position, from crouching besides the bed to sitting at the edge of it, leaning towards you. he is panicking internally, but he wants to help and showing you this side of him right now won't do. for how long have you been crying? for how long has his precious lover been hurting themselves?

his heart feels crushed by the way you sob his name out and hide your face in the soft pillow. "sannie... i am sorry. i am so sorry."

"shh, it's alright. i am here, baby, i've got you. whatever it is, i am here," he reassures you in a hushed tone. "don't hide from me, beautiful, look at me. please, y/n."

san's voice sounds wretched and a bit shaky, as if it's hard for him to control his emotions. a big weight is taken off his shoulders the moment you decide to turn around and gaze up at him, all teary eyed, looking so exhausted. mentally and physically exhausted. even if there is so much unspoken worry in his eyes, his unforeseen smile takes you by surprise, but warms your heart and makes you forget about everything for a split second. it's a genuine, soft and loving smile, the familiar curl of his lips whenever he's encouraging you about something.

"can i hug you, my love?"

the whispered question makes you choke up. until this exact moment, you had no idea how badly you yearned for san to wrap his hands around you, to push away all those bad thoughts for you because you can't bear doing it all by yourself anymore. so you nod your head and reach out to him, his fingers gently interlocking with yours to pull you in a tender embrace. he lets out a long sigh, one of his arms wrapping tightly around your waist whilst his other arm hugs your shoulders, offering them a small squeeze as if he's trying to comfort you. in this vulnerable position, you feel him beginning to slowly rock both of your bodies from side to side because he knows it calms you down. after a long minute, his sweet voice lights up the room.

"what happened, jagi? do you want to tell me?"

you sniffle as silently as you can, rubbing your cheek against his broad shoulder while you try to find the right words to speak up. you hear a soft ''take your time'' coming from san's lips that soothes your hazy mind, his hand finding the perfect spot to caress the top of your head.

"do you love me, sannie? like, really love me? for who i am?" you shyly ask him. it's such a stupid question, you think while wiping away with your thumb a hot tear that just rolled down your cheek.

san is taken aback by your questions, but he immediately pushes that aside, knowing it's human for everyone to have their doubtful and insecure days. he promptly answers you. "i love you for who you are to the moon and back, y/n. i love you 3000, i loved you yesterday, i love you today and will surely, definitely, more than one hundred percent love you tomorrow. aaaand the day after tomorrow, beautiful."

he lowers his head so he can leave a light kiss behind your ear and continues to whisper to you. "and so on. for the rest of my life. i love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest."

not only your body, but your dark thoughts as well seem to melt away the more san comforts you, the more he envelops you in his adoration.

you slowly rise your head and meet a pair of cat-like eyes fondly looking back at you. san softly hums as he leans in and kisses your forehead, the intimate gesture compelling you to close your eyes in content.

"i just... gosh, i hate the way i look, the way i act, i think, i speak, i hate it all," you let out what has been eating you inside. you sigh as you feel his lips turn into a pout against the skin of your forehead. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't sadden you even mo–"

"ah, how dare you apologize for such thing, aegiya?" he gently scolds you, but his frowning quickly fades away once he understands the gravity of the situation. "when i say that i love you, i mean it especially in moments like these. even if my heart hurts to see you this sad and all i want to do is keep you in there, protected from everything, i do want to witness every part of you. no matter how awful you think it is. i am not leaving, y/n. i am willing to love you through all of your ups and downs."

the wicked voice in the back of your head tells you to deny his confession, but san feels your uncertainty and slowly raises his hands, cupping your face as you feel the warmth of his palms against your cheeks. you inhale deeply, — an attempt to stop another wave of tears.

"hey. can you do something for me baby?" he quietly asks you, with hope written all over his face. the second you agree with him, your boyfriend breaks into his well known dimpled smile. "thank you. here, hold my hand as tight as you want, okay?"

you listen to him and grab his hand, san bringing yours close to his mouth and kissing the back of it affectionately. he helps you get up.

"follow me."

"where are we going?" you ask, a bit anxious and san can sense it from the way you've tightened your grip on his hand.

"don't worry, we aren't leaving the bedroom. come on, come on!" he cutely giggles, gently shaking your hand.

without any more questions, you walk behind him until both of you are facing the long mirror on the wall. you can't help but frown, visibly confused as san makes you stay in front of him, your back facing his front.

"give me a few more minutes of your time, my love. i promise it will be worth it."

you can't help but softly smile at him. "san, you know i would give you my every second for the rest of my life if needed."

he dramatically clutches his heart, shutting his eyes tight while his head falls back. "aing! wah! ouch, baby, my heart!"

his playful reaction sparked an amused chuckle out of you. your lover smiles, clearly very proud of himself for making you laugh a bit. and very proud of you for allowing yourself to feel better.

"do you have the slightest idea how brightly you radiate when you smile? when you look at me with those pretty, sparkly eyes of yours? do you have any idea how lucky i am, mm?"

you instinctively bite your lower lip, looking away from him. you yelp when you feel his fingertips all of the sudden tickling your waist. laughing, you want to protest, but his face expression softens your heart.

"don't look awaaaaay, my plan won't work if you do thaaat!" he admits, all sulky and with begging eyes.

"okay, okay," you mutter, fighting another giggle.

smiling again, san stops his tickling. instead, he comfortably lets his hands rest on your hips. "this time, can you try looking at yourself in the mirror rather than looking back at me?"

you close your eyes for a brief moment, gaining some inner strength to look at yourself without breaking down. when you open your eyes, you notice san patiently glancing at you.

"mm. ah! no, no, eyes on yourse– that's it," he lets out a breathy giggle, patting your hips. "good job."

his praising gives you more courage, even if you still find it hard to keep your eyes fixated on your face and body. "um... where do i look?"

"just listen to me and your eyes will follow naturally, okay?"

you hum, leaning onto him slightly. he notices and with a cheerful sound escaping his curled lips, hugs you from behind.

"i love your eyes. their color, their shape... those gorgeous eyes have seen so much. witnessed so many memorable moments, but also unpleasant ones that helped you grow as a person. i also love your nose. really, ah, i really love your nose, did you know that, jagi?"

san raises one hand and softly traces the line of your nose. when his finger reaches the tip of it, he gently taps it as he lets out an adorable "boop!". you close your eyes and laugh at how endearing he is.

"i also love when your nose wrinkles like that when you laugh. you're so cute," he whines. "why can't i just make you pocket sized and keep you in there? because i wouldn't be able to kiss you and cuddle with you then!" him answering his own question is a very amusing sight for you.

"ah, and your cute cheeks that i always kiss and–"

"and sometimes munch on them." you teasingly finish his sentence. he pouts again, as if he got caught.

"but they look munchable! it's not my fault!"

while you're giggling at him, san's fingers move a bit lower, to the corner of your lips. you feel your face starting to heat up.

"i love your lips. the shape of them. so mesmerizing, baby," he whispers and your eyes follow his, staring at the way his fingertip barely touches your cupid's bow. you don't move, barely breathing while he traces the shape of your mouth. "your thoughts always come out through those lips. and you always bless me with the way you talk, the way your voice sounds. and the way you pucker your lips when you lean in to share a kiss with me. how soft they feel against mine. i strongly believe they were made for me."

you become aware of how hot your cheeks have become. san notices that as well and smiles, muttering a "cute" under his breath before moving lower with his hands, making sure to lovingly caress every inch of your skin.

"your shoulders. you carried and still carry so much weight on them. and i admire you so much for that. you are such a strong person," he speaks softly and his words touch the deepest corner of your heart, making it flutter against your rib cage. to know he appreciates you for the battles you went through the same way you admire him for fighting his own struggles is very comforting.

"but my shoulders are broader, baby, so i don't mind if you throw some of that weight on them, if not all of it. your strong boyfriend can handle it!"

his fingers slowly move down your arms. "i love your arms too. the way you always wrap them around me. you make me feel so loved," san whispers, softly kissing your right shoulder. "so loved. i love when we snuggle up to each other and i get to be the little spoon."

"mhm, i know. you're always so excited about that." both of you laugh at your words. san kisses your hands one more time before going lower on your body. once they reach your stomach, he interlocks his own fingers against it, smiling to himself.

"i love your stomach, baby. so much. it always makes me so happy when you fill it with yummy food. when i bring you to the best restaurants and we sit there, enjoying each other's presence and the delicious meals we chose to eat. i know it's hard to have a good appetite sometimes, but i want you to know how proud i feel when i look at you enjoying your favorite food. the way you go nom nom nom nom nom nom," he cutely mimics. you giggle, shaking your head. "really! it warms my heart."

he takes you by surprise when he crouches down behind you and hugs your legs, clinging to them with the sweetest look on his face.

"sannie, love, wha–"

"i can't forget your legs, jagiyaaaa! those legs that i love so much. they bring you to so many places. they brought you to me," he sighs in content, hugging them a bit tighter. "the way they move whenever i make you dance with me in the living room or kitchen. ah, i'm so thankful for them."

this whole time, your eyes have been following san's hands without even realizing. with his help and gentle care, you managed to draw imaginary, precious flowers all over your body. from the corner of your eyes, to all the way down where you ground yourself. everything feels like a breath of fresh air, thanks to him. and you will probably never know how to thank him enough for everything he does for you. but as you turned around to press your lips against his in an intimate kiss, you secretly made a promise to him. that no matter how difficult the real life gets, he has the key to your heart, a heart which will always beat for him. that you will forever allow him to ease up your mind and help you breathe.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡ taglist: my loveliest @yuyusuyu

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rayroseu · 2 years ago

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I GOTTA LET THIS OUT OF MY FRANTIC MIND RN OR I'LL DETONATE FR

!! major spoilers for book 7 part 3 !!

i couldnt watch the entirety of the stream because it got released during my class D: ALSO BIG WARNING THAT THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE AKDJSK i just want to ramble💥

BUT from what i got--- ? The beginning was Idia's dream most likely and ofc, its the dream he wishes were real... where Ortho's alive-- 😭😭

I missed the following part after that but it seems Malleus was invited to the orientation AT LAST??!?!?!?!! I'm presuming that no matter what dream a person is having while asleep, Malleus is a part of it where he isn't excluded and feared???

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Its well known now that Book 7 will heavily imply familial messages and from what we seen with Shroud Family so far, is that they were very communicative and supportive of each other in the loving way possible.

I assumed they were strict and cold parents before but I'm glad its wrong, cuz this is such a nice twist 💕 their dynamic reminds me of disney Hera and Zeus affection on Hercules--- I wonder if theyre showcasing this as parallel of Diasomnia's??? So far in canon, most of them rarely talk about much they actually mean w each other or even being wholesome like the Shrouds were lol But still... its undeniable theyre family as wellll 🙏

Seems like the groovy nowadays are more 'wholesome'??? i wonder if theyre taking their whole message that "every villain isnt just purely a villain/evil" more strongly now-- 👀 idk if that will correlate w book 7 but i hope they (the devs) take time to finalize it since the impact of this overblot is so severe even I cant predict how they can mend this KAJSKAK

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I really have to watch Mickey Through the looking glass, the references are killing me--

ALSO YESSS HIGH FIVE WITH MICKEYY AAAA 🥺💕💕 IM SO glad Yuu remembers what happened!!! IVE BEEN HOPING FOR THAT, that they got to have a big role for this book!!😭😭 Thank you TWST for hearing Yuu stans collective wishes--

this is actually Mickey's Dream... The date seems to be flipped and many theorized its flipped number 15, which is Silver's Birthdate-- 👀 idk what that means and why on Mickey's place?? and beside the mirror as well💥

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you know that GIF of Charlotte (Princess and the Frog) squealing with a newspaper??? THATS MEEEE--- AAAA SILYUUU FEAST!! SILYUU FEAST!!!! SILYUU NATION SO BLESSEDDD😭💖💖💖💖

when he says hold on tight while the surroundings crumbles down and we're about to get swallowed by ink blots, it is so!!!!! *delusional mind* SO ROMANTIC OF HIMMM 😭💖💕😭💖💕omg,,,, what a shoujo moment, we are winning everyone 👍🤲💕🤌✨🙌🙌

ALSO UNIQUE MAGIC REVEAL HOOYAAAHH🙌🙌

also his magic is so complicated 😭😭 theres A LOT of conditions to be met before it can even be used--

i wonder if thats similar to how Ortho said that for Mickey to appear in the mirror (at book part 1 where the first years are at the cafeteria) , certain conditions should be met??? I mean, Silver And yuu have some parallels already... esp the fact that Lilia says during when yuu felt unwell at the party, he stated its similar to Silvers face when hes about to fall asleep--

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Afterwards is Sebek's dream..... we alll collectively sobbed at this part of the livestream HNGGGG sebek why would ur dream be like that-- IT HURTS SO MUCH 😭😭😭

Malleus accepting his graduation(?) from NRC with no qualms, Lilia graduating as well and leaving for Red Dragon Nation because of his internship and not his weakening magic...🥺💔💔

Sebek's reaction at Malleus overblotting was the most relatable one (fear and disbelief) over others and his dream was the mirror to what we(the fandom) wouldve wished what happened-- IM SOBBING WHY U DO THIS SEBEK AIDUHFJEUFN!!!😭😭😭💥💔

DONT EVEN. GET ME STARTED. ON HOW DOTING LILIA WAS TO SILVER..!!!! like wthhksjdj THATS SO EVIL TWST!!! THATS SO LETHAL MALLEUS OHMYGOD--- so evil to use everything silver wanted from lilia just for him to stay in this dream where::

-lilias healthy, lilia is staying w silver, lilia is caring to him, and how hes returning to briar valley to live with him forever??? BRO HOW MANY TEARS WERE SHEDDING TONIGHT HUH...--💔💔💔😭😭😭

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MALLEUS IS SO MAD WE WOKE UP SEBEK OHMYGOODNESS 💥💥💥😭😭😭

I always love his voice, it seems his tone is so harsh and cold now when he overblotted its so sexy--- and at the same time terrifyingggg 👍🛐 Kazuki Kato, I love his performance in this, this is so haunting in the most agonizing way 😭💚💚

... NOT TSUNOTAROU GOING FULL BOARD ON THE DELUSIONAL LAND BESTIE I KNEW YOU WERE BAD BUT THIS IS ON A WHOLE NEW TIER OF BADNESS OORAUGJ😟💥💥

HIS ATTACKS ARE SO COOL AAAAAA I WAS AMAZED AND SCARED THE WHOLE TIME I CANT WAIT TO MEET HIM ON TWST EN OMGGG😩🙏🙏

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byeee i never wrote a reaction post as long as this before KDJKAKD

theyre really dropping the obvious hints that crowley is a fae alright....⁉️⁉️👀👀

THE ALL AWAITED GENERAL VANROUGE REVEALLL!!!!!! im just.... oh... have we all PROPERLY look at him??? RIGHT NOW IM STILLLL SAVORING ALL THOSE DETAILS!!! MY GOODNESS---

i basically sped read allllll the musings twst twt and tumblr have been swooning about him and OH HE DESERVES ALL THE ADMIRATION 🙏🙏🙏ESPECIALLY HIS MAGIC AT HIS ENTRANCE!!!!!! ARE U KIDDING THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLL THE BATS SWAYING AND THE RED SPARKLES BEFORE HE TELEPORTED?????? SHIT I WOULDVE PASSED OUT FROM AMAZEMENT RIGHT THEN AND THERE-- BEGGING ON MY KNEES TO GET THAT ANIMATED 😩😩😩🙏🙏

AND IT ALL ENDED JUST LIKE THAT AAAIUSIAUSU!!!!! 😩😩😩 I WANT MORE BUT AAAA too much information will make me overload now akdjksd another long few more months before part 4 releases 😳😳 AND OOO I CANNOT WAITTT

my prediction is that theyre delving more into briar valleys history in the lens of Lilia's past.

My interpretation is that Lilia's dream related to his past is bcs he kind of whispered to himself that the reason hes leaving is because of his weakening state and how he doesnt want to wish anyone to see him like that.... I guess his wish was that he could be as strong as he was before... Really reminds me of Mulan's father 😭

IM WISHING DESPERATELY FOR MORE YUU RELATION NEXT PART AND THIS TWITTER THREAD SUMS UP ALL MY SPECULATIONS AS TO WHY YUU ISNT INVOLVED IN THE DREAMS WE HAVE SO FAR

"malleyuu divorce" is my fave phrase from op from now on lol

livestream of book 7 part 3

#twst spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twistedwonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst theory #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst yuu #twst grim #disney twst #twst wonderland

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milkygothgf · 11 months ago

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Just had the most intense desire to tie you up, attach you to a milking machine and a vibrator for edging, and leave you like that for days, maybe even a month or two. Walking in and stroking my girlcock to your pathetic struggling, cumming all over your face but refusing to touch you at any point. Until eventually I find your desperate squealing too hard to resist and finally fuck you while I drink the milk straight from your big hucow tits.

🥴🥴🥴 Fuck. I need to be fucked while someone drinks from my tits so fucking badly please 🥺 I can't imagine how fucking good it would feel to finally get fucked after not being touched for so longgg aaaa

#fav #milky answers #huc0w #hucow fantasy

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ennaku-sirri-da · 2 years ago

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JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE TOWER ( S4M COMIC )

PART 1

PS: the punching glove isn't involved I just forgot to remove it!

PPS: This has a lot of my personal HCs LMAO don't worry about it but if it confuses you just see my talk under the cut! Actually I HIGHLY recommend you read it PLS

[ ID: Fanart done in traditional medium, uncolored, with pencil and slightly rough sketching. It's a comic of the game Smile For Me featuring Putunia Mollar, Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit living together. The panels alternate colors between cool blue, warmer red and orange tones and gray because of how they were photographed.

The designs have canon style but the changes in the artists interpretation are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. For this comic his hair is in a ponytail and he casually wears sleeveless top with sweatpants. Putunias hair is more scruffy. Habit has the most change- Here he has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles, stitches and scars on hands plus an X shaped one near his mouth. His teeth are uneven with a bigger snaggletooth too. His long coat is made of some soft, scratchy material and it's collar is bush-like with feathery parts holding flowers.

The comic starts with Kamal massaging Putunia's shoulders. He smirks, "Alright, kiddo, we're gonna fucking get that asshole today." Putunia bravely kisses her muscles for good luck.

We see she is standing on a high rise stool to reach his height. She yells in unbridled excitement, " GIMME FIVE BRO!!! " and smacks her non-punching glove palm into Kamal's, who sheepishly replies, "kk..." with a grin.

Their plan comes into action as they sneak up behind Habit. He is standing at the window admiring the beautiful morning, singing the lyrics to Tomorrow from Annie, " The sun will come out to-morrow....bet your bottom dollar...". His back faces them. There are slightly visible odd shapes in his hair. Kamal's cheeks puff and his eyes go wide as he presses a hand to his lips, gesturing to Putunia, "SHHH. I see he's singing the same song again....like a total CHUMP..." he whispers. The little girl can barely hold in her glee. She bites her fingers and squeals, " eeeEEE!"

A side view is shown as they get closer to Habit, about to scare him. Kamal can't resist chuckling while he holds up Putunia. She takes aim at the target, circling her fingers around her single open eye and sticking out her tongue in intense concentration. Habit's upper face is in shadow but he has a slight, characteristically crooked smile. He continues singing, "clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow....till there's none..."

Suddenly! A very loud BOO is splashed onto the page. Below is the building reaction to it, a shrill scream going AAAA-

And we cut to a very distraught and crying Kamal, his arms jumped up in sheer fear, continuing it with, "AAALLAHU AKBAR-"

Before Putunia stops him on the spot via a finger to the mouth, " BABA. ...shut the up." He is in so much shock. His eyes get huge.

We see her now wrapped inside Habit's arms, looking up at Kamal apologetically with a thin smile, twiddling her fingers, " Sowwy..." He manages to stammer out, "Y-Y-You....you....Y..."

He catches his breath! In a burst of energy Kamal points a damning finger to Habit, saying at the top of his voice, "YOU! STOP THAT. RIGHT N-NOW." Habit is too amused by patting a wonderstruck Putunia who's going "Oooo.." at him, and having bent his head all the way from front to back( looks like an upside down head) to really be intimidated by that. He puts his fluffy tongue out, and his glass eyes appear to be missing as well- leaving just two dots on the face. " Hee hee... hoo hoo.." end ID]

Talk under the cut!!

OK let's get some basics out of the way first! In this AU, which I've named Roseverse( after its Flower Kid named Rose lel), Habit is a muppy. A mubbit. A man or a muppet? Mupman.

And I've since dropped the HC but I've headcanoned Kamal as Muslim for a REALLY LONG time because I am projecting so that's why you're seeing that here !

Here they all live as a family in the 6-floored Tower( the black rings we see on it in-game that lead up to the top office are seperate rooms) though Putunia's a Community Child and only comes in for routine visits but yeah.

Onto the comic proper now!! I'll explain headcanons panelwise :) (smile emote)

Panel 1: Kamal's like

[ GIF ID: Captain America from the MCU mutters "Language." sternly. End ID]

Around Putunia when HABITS THERE but He is the Cause‼️‼️( thick red exclamation emotes)

As for Habit on that subject, really he doesn't swear much on the regular but SOMETIMES he'll whisper things like MOTHERFUCKER or CUNT into Kamal's ear just to watch him jump ( BTW if someone knows what this is referencing YOU ARE COOL )

Panel 2: 'Tunia's picking up speech patterns!! Kamal was that one guy in college dropping "dudeman" 's and he NEVER expected to see his brospeak come back in this Tiny Powerhouse but 'tis welcome

Panel 3: Habit's singing Tomorrow from the original Annie! Such a sweet and lively song. It is infact my voice claim for Kid Habit.

Speaking of, fun fact I started at NIGHT drawing this powered by freaking. Heart Broken 💔( broken heart emoji) Hindi Songs and I DIDNT STOP BABEEEYYYYYYYY

Panel 7: In my old school bus someone used to say why don't we say shut sideways 🥸 (silly disguise emoji with huge mustache and glasses, showing amusement in this context)

BUT OFC THE SUPERIOR ONE IS PIN DROP SILENCE IN THIS FISHMARKET CHILDRENS!!!!!!!!

[ Plaintext: But of course the superior one is " Pin drop silence in the fishmarket childrens!!!" ]

Panel 8&9 AKA The last ones: Oh Habit practices his contorting sometimes!

so anYWAY if it's confusing to see the pose just like imagine him bending backwards from his midsection and stuff. And the dot eyes will be explained more laterrr but basically they show that his proper eyes have been detached ( they're a beautiful blorange made of glass) ;-) (winky emote)

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 PWESS🥺

[Plain text: Stay tuned for part 2 please (pleading emote)]

#my art #fanart #s4m #smile for me game #TUMBLR DELETED MY WHOLE DESCRIPTION AND I HAD TO TYPE IT TWICE HOLY FUCK #dr habit #putunia mollar #kamal bora #habismal #domestic #comic #roseverse #s4m AU

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moss-selfship · 1 year ago

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Day 5 sunset/stars

Being a part of the time patrol had plenty of benefits, Being able to travel through timelines and see some of the most historical events in history, being able to train with some of the most legendary heroes the universe has to offer, a very good discount at the local food places, it was safe to say that being a time patroller was a hell of a gig. But to John, the best part was the scenery. When you travel across the universe and through multiple timelines, you often get to go to strange alien worlds and those alien worlds have such sights to behold. Of course those sights are only so good, and are always better when you have company. “Hellooooo? Earth to john? You in there big guy?“ A voice brought John out of his thoughts, he looked over at the source of the voice. The Feistiest teacher John had ever had, one of the more deranged members of the time patrol, and now his lover. There she stood, the buu woman with the wild and ferocious look in her eyes and a grinning jaw full of sharp teeth. “Sorry flora, I was just admiring the place, it really is pretty here and I figured since we finished the mission why dont we hang out here for awhile. After all, I'm sure you're in no rush to head back and deal with the supreme kai and that boring time patrol stuff.” John said looking over at the aggressive buu who stopped to think about what he said, rubbing her chin as she eventually let out a giggle. “Yeah you got me there, i'm in no rush to head back and deal with all that dumb time stuff. Ill leave that to velt and the others, i do wish there was a good fight here. Im itching to beat some ass” Flora snarled, cracking her knuckles as she grinned at her partner. John just smiled and laughed, taking a seat in the grass. “Your always itching for a fight, i'd be concerned if you weren't. Come on sit with me, suns going down and stars should be out soon.” He said, patting the grass, drawing a giggle from the buu as she sat down. “God you're a cheesy romantic you know that? A night beneath the stars really? I feel like i'm in one of Velts dumb romance novels.” She teased the man, poking him in the side making him laugh and knocking her hand away as she leans her head on his shoulder and they sit there looking into the sky. As the two sat their they watched the sun slowly dip past the horizon and the skies darken, and slowly one by one millions and millions of stars sparked to life in the sky. Each one blipped into existence when the light of the sun went away. “Yeah i have to hand it to you this is a pretty sight” Flora said looking into the sky as john looked at her, he couldn't help but smile looking at her. The soft smile on her face coupled with the reflection of the millions of stars in her eyes stunned him with her beauty. “Yeah, you are a pretty sight” John said, kissing the buu on the cheek. Flora turned to him as her pink cheeks turned bright red and he could see it even through her pink skin. “i…a..AAaa” Flora squealed, smacking his chest with her hands, her emotions so much she couldn't help but squeal, flora was never good with emotions as she flailed against john as he laughed loudly into the night as he hugged her close.

Prompt and thanks here

Flora is an OC belonging to my wife @flowerthornsart

#majin bae #i havent done anything with flora in awhile and miss my deranged little buu #my writing

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cheollipop · 1 year ago

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yes!! baby powder on a buff, wide-shouldered man..... lord. aaaa thank you for talking about the bandage scene!! the big baby deserves allll the love >< I fully squealed and kicked my legs writing it hahaha, I'm so glad you found it cute too!!

pleaseee 😭😭 no fr though that whole scene after he came pretty much wrote itself. I originally planned for him to just keep going without saying anything but my brain said "no, make it cute 🫵" and I just had to do it 😺 (btw 'cheolli' is such a cute nickname shdjwh)

thank you sm for leaving feedback!! 🥹💕 it made me so incredibly soft when I first read it, mwah

soybean stew

navi

pairing: choi san x afab!reader

w.c.: 5.5k

tags: smut, fluff, so much fluff, and even more fluff, established relationship, reader is not gendered (afab), san is so in love, he's so in love!!!! and it's so fluffy!!! and he can cook, but he's a little clumsy, did I mention the fluff?

trudging back home after your final exam, wanting nothing but to sink into bed and sleep through the next three years, san welcomed you with a warm bath and a home-cooked meal. and even as the moon fell to make way for the morning rays, he continued to shower you with his never-ending love.

A/N: this has been a wip since april and I kinda abandoned it because uni was beating my ass,, buuut I figured it would be a great (belated) birthday fic for san!! (´ ε ` )♡ and happy birthday to my favourite himbo ^^ happy reading! please consider reblogging/leaving feedback if you enjoy my work~ ><

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

warnings: beware!!! the fluff may be deadly, reader is not gendered (afab), morning sex, lovemaking, oral sex (f), fingering (f), unprotected sex (👎🏼), multiple orgasms (m), multiple creampies, overstimulation, praise, edging, orgasm denial (only for a bit), nicknames (sannie; love, darling, sweetheart, baby), very sappy, so many kisses, like.... a lot, san gets so desperate at one point... oh lord, so whiny too, and so in love :(

Your soaked sneakers slammed over the pavement, splashing into the puddles of rainwater showering the Earth. The umbrella you held onto for dear life did nothing to protect you from the downpour, your lower half left helpless to the droplets the wind pushed at it, darkening your jeans to match the overcast sky under which you were walking. The revision notes felt heavy in the bag slung over your shoulder, and you wanted nothing but to burn them and have a barbeque over the flame to celebrate the end of your semester.

Dragging your sore body through the streets and into the shelter of your apartment building, you found yourself out of breath by the time you arrived at your front door. Your arm felt like deadweight as you raised it to unlock your door with languid movements. You lugged your body through the entrance and into the joint living area and kitchen, eyes falling on the tall figure of Choi San, all broad shoulders and glowing skin, swaying his hips to the music playing from his phone, masking the jingle of your keys. A sudden rush of energy – though miniscule – pushed you towards the man, your arms snaking around his waist, his body jolting in your hold and the ladle in his hand rising in defense with a throaty scream.

“Ah! (Y/n)- Fuck-” He slumped over the stove, the steam from the bubbling pot brushing over the smooth skin of his face. “You scared me, sweetheart,” he laughed breathlessly.

You managed a half-hearted apology and a giggle as you pressed your head to his bicep to watch as tofu and an array of vegetables danced in the brownish broth, the pleasant aroma making your stomach rumble against San’s back. He laughed to himself, dropping the ladle into the pot and twisting his body to face you, his arms encircling your shoulders and bringing you closer to his body.

“The jjigae needs a while longer to be ready,” he brushed his hand over the back of your head. “I should’ve started cooking earlier, sorry.”

You leaned in to press a kiss to his pouty lips and shook your head, an easy smile stretching your mouth. It baffled you how you were barely conscious a few minutes ago, but upon laying your eyes on San, wrapping yourself up in his arms, inhaling the uniqueness of his scent – a blend of bergamot and sage, with a hint of baby powder – you felt revived, ready to conquer the world (even though a certain man with broad shoulders and a pretty smile would fight every entity that opposed you before you had the chance to lift a finger).

“I don’t mind waiting,” you pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth before leaning away to admire the stupid smile on his face, his eyes glowing with unrivaled adoration.

“How about I run you a bath, hm? Dinner should be done by the time you finish.” His fingers rubbed small, warming circles over the damp material of the coat you didn’t bother shrug off upon entry, too engrossed in greeting your boyfriend.

You nodded, an easy smile twisting the corners of your lips as you swayed gently in San’s arms. He took you in, from the way the wind had left your locks dishevelled to the dark circles under your weary eyes. San could see your mismatched socks through the slight gap separating your bodies. They weren’t even similar colours—proof of how exhausted you actually were. He cupped your jaw, and you felt the drag of the bandages wrapped around two of his fingers across your cheek. You grabbed his hand and held it in front of you, shooting a glare at him while he sheepishly looked to the side. Injuries were inevitable when you leave a man who can’t even walk straight alone with a sharp knife. Though, scolding San for hurting himself while doing something so thoughtful was not within your capabilities. The guilt would eat at your insides for weeks until it left a hollow cavity brimming with rue and self-condemnation.

You brought the bandaged fingers to your lips, pressing tender kisses to the wounded skin. “Thank you, Sannie,” you gently spoke. For everything you do for me, you silently added. And the smile on San’s face told you he understood.

He had every little detail about you engraved into his mind, from the blemishes decorating your skin to the way your eyes spoke to him when putting your thoughts into words proved to be a task too difficult. You sometimes felt like San knew you better than you did yourself, recognizing exactly what you need before you even had the chance to think about it. And whenever you felt self-conscious about not being as perceptive, San was quick to assure you that you did more than enough for him, that your smile alone could solve all his predicaments.

San led you to the bathroom, turning away from you as you began to strip. He sat at the edge of the bathtub, switching on the water and holding his hand under the tap until he deemed it warm enough, plugging the drain and getting up. Turning back around, San’s eyes fixed on your exposed skin while he blindly reached for the cabinet, tracing the swell of your breasts and the curvature of your waist, blinking slowly as he felt saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of you before him.

And then he met your eyes, freezing in place when you raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat – a little louder than he’d intended – and hoped you wouldn’t notice the bright red tinting his cheeks as he desperately scrambled to grab onto the handle, flinging the cabinet door open and effectively hiding his face behind the wood. You stifled a laugh, shoving your clothes into the laundry basket while San rummaged through the items stored underneath the sink, pulling out a rose-shaped bath bomb. He stood back up, smiling like an idiot when he turned to face you again, the previous timidity nowhere to be seen as he ogled your bare body with newfound confidence.

“You’re insufferable,” you grimaced, shying away from his gaze.

He breathed out a laugh, the fondness glimmering in his eyes sending a wave of warmth through your body and straight to your heart, sensing as it swelled with adoration. You wondered what you might have done in a previous life that deemed you deserving of Choi San—a man who never failed to make you feel loved, cherished, wanted.

“Stop it,” you whined when San’s eyes remained on you, though not moving off your face.

“It’s hard to look away from you, darling,” he swooned, putting his arms up to protect himself from the towel you threw his way, a soft chuckle echoing in the bathroom.

You waited for him to turn his back to you before allowing the smile you’d been holding back to sneak onto your face, tilting your head down to shield it from view. San didn’t bother hiding his own, dimples sinking into his cheeks as he dropped the bath bomb into the tub, watching it fizz and leak a soft shade of pink into the water.

“Let me know if the water’s too hot,” San spoke, making his way back to you.

He held your face in his hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling away with an easy smile wrinkling the corners of his eyes. You hummed a ‘thank you,’ passing San to step into the water, jolting when a warm palm landed on your ass, the sound reverberating between the walls.

“Yah!” You yelled and watched as the culprit escaped, leaving behind a trail of high-pitched giggles to keep you company.

You shook your head, a smile on your lips, and continued your descent into the warm bath. You relaxed your body, sighing contently when the water brushed the tip of your nose, feeling the weariness of this past month melt away into nothing.

San placed two bowls of rice down on the dining table beside a pair of empty ones, walking back to the stove to grab the bubbling pot of stew. The distant roar of the hairdryer stopped, and the bathroom door swung open down the hall. You walked out, a trail of steam following you as you made your way to the kitchen to watch San place the pot down on the wooden table. He straightened up and an easy smile took over his lips when his eyes landed on you—dressed in one of his hoodies, your cheeks flushed from the warm bath. You found yourself rushing into his open arms, burying your face into San’s chest and making a home in his cordial embrace. He nuzzled his cheek against the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and pressing a kiss to your hair.

San placed another peck to your temple before pulling away and leading you to a chair, pulling it out, and waiting for you to sit down before pushing it back in. You shook your head and huffed out a laugh at the simple, yet endearing gestures engraved so deeply into San’s mannerisms. You’d thought they would’ve stopped after a couple months of dating, but here you were, quite a few years in and he remained the gentleman you had fallen in love with on a windy autumn afternoon.

San walked around the table and took the seat across from you, reaching for the ladle and pouring stew into one of the empty bowls, handing it to you before filling up his own. You smiled, inhaling the steam dancing above your bowl, exhaling with a deep, happy hum. You picked up your spoon, scooping up some of the rice and dipping it into the stew before bringing it to your mouth. You blew on it, aware of San’s eyes on you, gauging your reaction as you chewed on the food.

“Be honest,” he spoke, the smile on his lips carrying a hint of tension and anxiety.

You knew he cared the most about your opinion, and wanting nothing but to see the dimples sinking into his cheeks, you fluttered your eyes shut and swayed your body from side to side while humming exaggeratedly. “Mmm! Sannie, this is the best meal I’ve ever had!”

You reached across the table to cover his hand with your palm, and he didn’t waste time flipping it over and giving yours a squeeze. The smile stretching his lips nearly split his face open, a bright red colouring his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “It’s my mum’s recipe,” he scratched at his nape with his free hand.

You felt your chest well up with infatuation, fondness, love. Choi San occupied every inch of your being, and he was wholly unaware of it all—the effect he had on you, how you melted into putty in hands whenever he smiled your way. The gentle touches, the sappy flirting. He drove you crazy at times, and you wondered when you became greedy, wanting to rob the dimpled man of every last drop of his love.

“Well, you did it justice. It’s delicious,” you mirrored the smile he was giving you.

Your fingers remained entwined throughout dinner, even when San directed his spoon towards you, shoveling half of his own portion into your mouth despite your complaints. You tried doing the same, but for every spoon you pushed past his lips, he fed you two back until you were on the verge of exploding, swearing on every living family member you had that another bite would make your heart stop. San only laughed, extending his free arm to brush away the grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth, leaning back and sucking the food off his thumb with a coy smile.

You cleared your throat, ignoring the flash of warmth coursing through your body at the action. You were so adorable, San thought, getting up when you did, plastering himself to your back and waddling with you to the living room. You held onto his arms where they were crossed around your chest, stopping by the couch before unwinding your limbs and twisting around to face him. With his hands on your waist, San urged you closer until your arms wrapped around his neck, leaning down to press his mouth to yours.

The kiss was soft, your lips slotting perfectly over each other while you shared your body heat, your fingers tangling in the hair at San’s nape and lightly scratching at the skin. San parted from you only to place tender pecks over your pouted lips, trailing his own over the plushness and to your cheeks, nuzzling his nose against them before pulling away. He walked you backwards until the backs of your knees met the couch, dropping you gently onto the cushion. You found yourself wrapped in your favourite blanket before you could complain about San's hands not being on you, tucked into the corner of the couch with a movie playing on the TV. With a kiss to your forehead and a whispered “I’ll be right back,” San walked back to the kitchen, giggling menacingly at your displeased grumbling.

San’s hips swayed while he loaded the dishwasher, his thoughts revolving around a certain individual impatiently waiting for him on the couch. An individual he was helplessly infatuated with, having built his future in his mind around them—around their interests, their occupation, their preferred paint colour, their desired pet, whether he’d have to build a cot at some point in his life. He rinsed down the spoons while thinking back to the first time he saw you—sat on a bench under the yellowing tree, bright red and orange colouring the dying leaves. How lucky he was, San thought, to still be looked at the same way by the person he was in love with. All starry eyes and warm smiles, as though he’d built you a kingdom with nothing but his calloused hands.

Slipping off his bright pink rubber gloves, he made his way past the dining table and into the living area, his bare feet padding across the carpeted floor and stopping right in front of your sleeping figure. He mooned over your resting face for a few moments, the TV playing idly in the background as he studied the soft furrow of your eyebrows, the gentle grip you had on the corner of the blanket in which you were wrapped up in, the thin line of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and onto the cushion under your head. San's fist tightened in resistance, the squeal tickling the base of his throat fighting to be let out as he barely held back the aggressive stomps. Everything about you drove him insane, even when you were doing something as simple as fulfilling a basic human need. He took you in for longer than he’d wish to confess, trailing his eyes over every inch of your face before snapping out of the trance he’d found himself in, a dribble of saliva leaving his own mouth while fondness brimmed in his chest.

He scooped you up in his arms, careful not to awaken you, small, light steps carrying him to your shared bedroom. Abruptly stopping in the middle of the hallway, San bit down on his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut when you nuzzled your face into his chest, resisting the urge to cover your face in kisses. His grip on you tightened and he willed his legs to move, taking a few – slightly hurried – strides through the hallway and into your room.

Delicately placing you under the covers, San untangled you from the fluffy blanket and threw it over the duvet—the night grew cold now that winter was inching closer. He made a quick work of his clothes, throwing on a hoodie not strained with splotches of soybean paste before slipping into bed. His arm naturally slid under your head, his other arm snaking around your waist and tucking you into his chest, a satisfied exhale blowing out of your nose. Sleep found him fleetly, hints of rose mixing with your natural scent to surround him with familiar amenity, your body soft and pliant against his. Pressing his lips to your forehead, San wrapped himself around you and allowed the gentle tugs of slumber to shut his eyes, his last thoughts circling around the person in his arms, hoping the next day would come quickly, wanting nothing more but to drown them in his affection.

Streaks of gold filtered through the chiffon curtains, the sheer material futile against the aurous beams of light revering the start of the new day. Peeking your eyes open, you blinked away the contrasting brightness of your room, shadows splayed over the disordered sheets and a warm body plastered to your side. San’s head lay lower on the pillow, his exhales blowing over your neck, features softened in tranquility while his chest rose and fell with each breath. You wondered if he was dreaming of you.

Your shoulders felt light, your breathing easy, and the stress of assignments and exams gone with the moonless night, the new sun casting shadows over the face tucked into your neck. San had been so patient with you, planning dates around your busy schedule and racking up the phone bill as he pulled recipe after recipe from his mother every evening. While you were too immersed in reading articles, San made sure you didn’t skip meals, that your water bottle was always full and sitting on the right side of your desk, that your shared home remained clean, that the knots in your shoulders never wound too tight, his delicate fingers working over your muscles as you clung to his torso at night. And though he never deprived you of his affection, you felt an untamable need for him, a wildfire burning in your gut as you took in his resting features.

You started off gentle, your lips feathering over San’s temple and down to his cheekbone, quickly growing frustrated at the continued evenness of his breath. So the needy, openmouthed kisses began, leaving a thin sheen of saliva in the shape of your lips reflecting the morning rays, your fingers brushing dark strands off his forehead to plant kisses there as well. You felt his nose twitch as you pecked down the bridge, the subtle pouting of his lips curling the corners of yours.

Your hands made their way under San’s sleep shirt, your nails dragging over his spine before splaying your palms out to feel the warmth of his skin. You threw your leg over his hip, shuffling closer to his body and trailing your lips down to his cupid’s bow. “Sannie,” kiss, “wake up,” kiss.

He peeked an eye open to look at you, quickly shutting it as he stretched out his limbs, a deep groan echoing in his chest. He relaxed back in your arms, blinking his eyes in quick succession to peer at you with hints of his dream still playing in his head.

“’Morning,” he mumbled, the rasp in his voice only adding to your need for him, his knuckles running over the slope of your jawline.

You leaned down to kiss him again, a slow dancing of lips while the thrushes and blackbirds sang a melody on your windowsill. San was still waking up, you knew that, yet you couldn’t help but nestle closer, holding his face and nuzzling your nose into the side of his as you deepened the kiss. It took him a few seconds to notice your restlessness, your hand slipping off his jaw to run over his sides, sliding under the hem of his shirt and squeezing at the flesh of his waist.

Shaking the last of his drowsiness away, he rolled your bodies sideways until he had you on your back, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and lust. San knew you better than you knew yourself, you remembered as he leaned over you to press a firm, closemouthed kiss to your lips, followed by a trail of tender pecks down your neck. “What’s got you so needy this early in the morning?”

You could feel his smile on your skin as he peppered your neck with kisses, dragging his teeth over your pulse point. “Missed you,” you breathed out, fingers curling around the material hugging his broad shoulders. “Want you.”

San hummed, low in his throat, “I’m here, I’m all yours.” His hands coasted over your sides and down to your hips to hook his fingers into your waistband, slowly sliding off your bottoms and panties in one go, his lips pressing over every inch of newly exposed skin.

Your pants and his haphazardly thrown behind him, San ran both hands down your inner thighs to spread you open, slotting himself between your legs and leaning over you to dot kisses over your jawline and cheeks. “Can I taste you, my darling?”

The rough material of his boxers pressed against your mound, your vision blurring at the friction. “But I want you,” you whined, sliding a hand down his back and resting it over his firm ass to pull him closer.

“Just for a little bit,” he kissed at your pouty lips, grinding his hips into you, the hard outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric. “Please? ‘Wanna feel you on my tongue.”

A shiver ran through you, and you nodded hesitantly, watching as San descended your body with a muttered ‘thank you.’

‘Just for a little bit’ faded into the illuminated dust swimming in the air around you, your mind disconnecting from reality the moment San’s lips found your pussy. It felt like hours in a realm of ecstasy, hot arousal gushing out of you with every suck to your clit, your vision blurring when thick fingers breached your entrance. San lapped at your cunt like a starved man, his tongue flattening over your swollen nub while you desperately rolled your hips over his face, exhaling breathy moans as you neared your high for the nth time, only for him to anchor you down on the mattress with an arm over your lower belly, retracting his tongue to press tender kisses over and around your slit.

“No, no,” you whined as your orgasm dwindled, tears pooling in your eyes and your hands tugging at his dark strands, attempting to push his face back onto you. His fingers curled inside you, pushing up into your g-spot to remind you of their presence, hips slowly rutting into the sheets under him. “Sannie, please.”

He slipped out of you to trail soft kisses along the heated skin as he journeyed up your body, pressing his lips to the pout on yours before pulling away to take you in—all teary eyes and slick skin, gilded under the early rays. Strong arms enclosed around you, soft tufts of dark hair tickling the side of your neck as San dipped his head onto your shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the familiar scent of your bodywash, a hint of your shampoo tickling his senses as he basked in your warmth. A muttered echo of his name broke him away from you, his lips parting off your skin to allow a string of curses exit, his leaking cock now burrowed between your folds, cockhead teasing over your clit. “Are you ready for me, love?”

Your frantic nodding and pleas brought a smile to his face, lowering himself over you again to gather you into his arms, his hand sliding between your bodies to align himself with your waiting cunt. Your hips jumped when his thick girth breached your entrance, your nails dragging down San’s spine at the gradual stretch. Feathery pecks turned into open-mouthed kisses over your face, San’s heavy breaths interrupted by the comforting gesture. He trailed his lips down your jaw to nuzzle his nose into the skin below your ear, his pants growing into shaky moans when his cock fully sheathed within you, the gentle squeeze of your walls around him shaking his body with violent shivers.

“Please move,” you tried, rolling your hips in protest, and San’s hands scrambled to stop you.

“W-wait, fuck-”

His body convulsed atop yours, a gravelly grunt ripping through his chest as a familiar warmth spread through your lower belly. His cock twitched inside you, spurting pathetic ropes of cum while he curled in on himself, shuddering as his orgasm washed over him unexpectedly with repeated apologies on his tongue. Your hand smoothed over his back, rubbing soothing circled into his skin while he recovered, imagining the bright red coating the cheeks he was hiding from you.

“San?”

He hummed, his voice small.

“Can you look at me?”

He shook his head, soft strands grazing over your skin at the motion.

“Why not?”

He paused, and you could feel the warmth of his face on your shoulder, “’m embarrassed,” he mumbled.

Your palms cupped his heated cheeks, prying him off your skin and holding his head above you to look at him properly. Teary, half-lidded eyes stared back at you, flushed cheeks squished inwards and his lips pouted in chagrin. You guided his face down to yours, pressing comforting kisses over his eyebrow and temple, “no need to be embarrassed, love.”

He huffed out a breath, tilting his head to slot his lips over yours, leaving a chaste kiss on your mouth before wrapping his arms around you to bring you into his chest. His hips began rolling into yours before you could question it, a breathy moan blowing over San’s collarbone as his cock glided over your walls.

“Missed you so much,” he planted a kiss on the side of your neck, “couldn’t help it, ‘felt so good,” he rambled into your skin.

You could feel his cock chubbing up inside you again, San’s soft grunts echoing in your ear as he pushed through the overstimulation. Languid grinding turned into pointed thrusts, rough palms running over the outside of your thighs and guiding them around his waist, waiting until your feet locked at the small of his back before readjusting his angle. With San’s body covering yours and his mouth on your neck, he aimed his cockhead at your g-spot with shallow drives into your sopping heat. He grazed his teeth over your pulse point, a shiver running through you as he littered an array of faint bruises over the column of your throat. In a couple hours, your skin would become a palette of blues and purples, and San would sheepishly scratch at his neck while you reprimanded him for his messy colouring.

San’s cock stilled inside you, moving only to glide the remainder of his length between your fluttering walls. “Where did you go?” Of course he’d caught you zoning out. “I thought I'd get you all to myself now that you were done with exams,” the pout on his lips pulled at your heart strings.

Your fingers ran through his hair, and you leaned upward to peck at his lips, “you have me, Sannie, I’m all yours.”

San smiled, sliding a hand under you to cup the back of your head, catching your lips in a kiss laced with the thick essence of yearning and lust—as though he couldn’t bare part with you ever again, not even to grab a glass of water. “Mine, mine, mine,” he recited against your lips, moving down to pepper kisses over the bruises painting your skin. “Gonna fuck you so full, sweetheart, ‘make sure everyone knows you’re my sweet baby.”

Your hand reached down to his thigh, grazing the soft skin and trailing upward until your palm cupped his plump ass, urging his hips forward and into your cunt. “Want it, please, want you so bad.”

His lips found yours, parting to run his tongue over your cupid’s bow before planting soft, delicate kisses over the corners of your mouth. Your nails dug into the flesh of his ass, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you with boiling desperation. Utterances of ‘missed you’ vibrated over your skin, your chests flush and nipple grazing over each other every time San bucked into you, his words broken-up by airy moans. Through the thick haze coating your brain, you recognized the tingle in your stomach warning you of your impending orgasm, San’s frantic hands touching every patch of skin available to him, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your collarbones while he fucked into you uncontrollably.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, lifting his head to take you in with glassy eyes. “Hngh! ‘Missed you so fucking much,” he pulled you into his chest, only to lean back two second later to admire your fucked-out expression—staring back at him with hooded eyes, pleasure soaring through your body and disrupting every thought, San’s relentless pace as he hammered his cock into your pulsating cunt barreling you closer to the edge. “So perfect,” he pushed the damp hair off your forehead. “Gonna fuck you full, darling, can I? ‘Wanna give you all I have,” he babbled, slurring his words as tears welled up in his eyes, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

“Nghh! G-give it to me, Sannie,” you tightened your legs around him, pushing him further into you and clenched around him.

San’s hips stuttered, his steady rhythm replaced with erratic pounding, his cock filling you up before slipping out, only to thrust back into you without relent. The edging, San’s mouth on your clit, his fingers stuffed inside you, only to pull away every time you came close to an orgasm, and now, his cock pressing into you g-spot while his pelvis grinded over your sensitive nub—you weren’t sure which factor pushed you over the edge, except you found yourself tumbling down a verdant, sunlit hill, wildflowers and dandelions sweeping over your skin in your descent. Your vision blurred, the silhouette of a man brimming with adoration going in and out of focus, the soft melody of moans and echoes of your name reverberating in the back of your mind as your orgasm finally rushed through you, your nerves aflame and body jolting over the soiled sheets.

For what felt like hours, he guided you through your high. Leisurely grinds of his hips, rocking back and forth with his cock sheathed deep within you, even after ropes of white joined the previous load he’d fucked into you, your bodies spasming together as tinges of overstimulation mingled with pleasure. His eyes scanned your face, studying the subtle shifts in your features while his hands roamed your body—from the twitch of your eyebrow to the upward curl of your mouth; palms dipping into the contour of your waist, and curving over the slope of your hips, holding you delicately while you trembled in his arms. He slipped out of you at the first whimper leaving your lips, his muscles slackening as the shots of pleasurable pain subsided.

The mattress jumped, San’s body falling sideways into the space beside you, his arms instantly working on tugging you closer to him, inhaling the flowery scent of your shampoo while digging his fingers into the knots in your back.

San’s soft humming carried on until the sun found its locus in the cloudless sky, the rays sharp where they snuck through the gap in your curtains. You slipped in and out of consciousness, the warm body cradling you and the patterned rise and fall of its chest spreading a veil of tranquility over the quiet room. The peacefulness resided even as San pulled you out of bed and into the shower, washing off the sweat and grime with wandering hands and impish touches, high-pitched giggles and squeals echoing between the tiled walls.

It felt like deja’vu, finding yourself curled up in a fluffy blanket on the couch, except this time, San’s firm body enveloped yours while you sipped on your coffee, feline eyes moving off the TV every time you brought the mug to your lips, watching their subtle pout as you swallowed down the steaming liquid. His gaze flitted lower, examining the splashes of purple and blue decorating your neck with a fond—and slightly cocky—smile stretching his lips.

You remained entrapped within each other’s warmth, the sunlight shifting hues every other hour, from a burning yellow to a warm orange, mixing with magenta and rose when the orb of light neared the horizon. Characters moved around on the large screen: Mulan, then Rapunzel, and now Ariel, the baritone of San’s voice harmonizing with the various ballads blasting through the speakers, your hearty giggles filling up the room when he slipped away from you to dance along with Sebastian to ‘Under the Sea.’

Securing him back in your arms, you watched the rest of the movie in peace, humming the remaining songs and arguing who would get to be the purple mermaid next time you went swimming, the empty bowls of leftover jjigae resting idly on the coffee table, their ceramic reflecting the changing hues of the dying sun.

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