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#i still worry about little things ✋😭
itsmealaiah · 1 month
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hiii could you write smth with johnnie (my bbg💖) where the reader cooks or bakes for him, and he actually enjoys the food they make…cuz we all know he is a picky ass eater :3
he just wants his boy dinner ✋😩
Someone cooked here
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tags/ warnings: johnnie being a picky eater, reader cooking for him, basically it 😭
summary: he needs his go-go juice, a lil' something to eat, and you.
pairing: johnnie x fem
Your POV:
Johnnie Guilbert was a picky eater, there was no denying that. He had a specific list of things he would eat, and anything outside of those parameters was simply unacceptable.
So when you announced that you were going to cook dinner for him, Johnnie couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He had never tasted your cooking before, and he wasn't sure how picky he was going to be. He tried to hide his worries, though, and offered to help you chop vegetables and measure out ingredients. As you worked side by side in the kitchen, he couldn't help but admire your skill and confidence.
When you finally placed the steaming dish in front of him, Johnnie hesitated for a moment. The aroma was heavenly, but he still couldn't help but wonder if it was going to be too spicy or too bland. He took a tentative bite, and as the flavors exploded on his tongue, he couldn't help but close his eyes in delight. It was perfect. Not too spicy, not too bland. Every bite was a symphony of flavors, and he found himself savoring every last morsel.
As you sat down across from him, watching him enjoy your food, a warm glow filled your chest. You had never expected him to like it so much, but it was a welcome surprise. The rest of the evening passed by in a blur of laughter and conversation, with both of you forgetting about the food entirely. When the dishes were finally done, Johnnie leaned in and kissed you softly on the cheek, his blue eyes twinkling with gratitude.
"You really are the best cook, you know that?" he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I can't believe I was ever worried about not liking your food." And with that, he pulled you into a warm embrace, content and happy for the first time in a long while.
As you cuddled up on the couch together, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Not only had you made Johnnie happy with your cooking, but you had also created a warm and cozy atmosphere that made him feel loved and cared for.
"So, how was it?" you asked, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "I mean, really. Be honest."
He looked up at you with a grin. "Honestly?" he drawled. "It was amazing. I've never had food taste so good. You really are a natural, you know that?"
You blushed at his compliment, feeling a wave of happiness wash over you. "Thank you," you murmured, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. "I'm just glad you liked it."
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cannellee · 1 month
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How would alpha mitsuya feel about a omega reader who treats his sister like they are her own puppy, like she accidentally scent them and clean them like a mother would with her own puppy, there something about omega reader feel to need to take care of the girls and doesn’t help that reader’s Instant takes over whenever she round the girls. Omega Reader even purring round the girls like her need are satisfy whenever she take care of the girls.
I hope this make sense. ✋😭
TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆
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alpha! mitsuya x omega! reader
— mitsuya's reaction to his omega taking care of his little sisters
my masterlist: ☆
(that was sooo cute, i loved writing this!! I hope you'll love it just as much!)
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being mitsuya's girlfriend, and him being the responsible older brother that he is, you spent most of your dates at his place.
it didn't bother you in the slightest, luna and mana were angels and absolutely adored their big brother's girlfriend. you grew quite close, becoming a second parental figure in these little girls' life.
mitsuya loved to see you get along along so well, even going as far as spending time together building nests. you taught them how to gather the best items, scent them however they liked and assemble them together. exactly how your mother showed you the first time, but it mainly was an instinctive process, so you let them do their own thing. you stayed back, encouraging purrs leaving your throat to show your appreciation towards them.
the first time you scented his sisters wasn't actually planned. it just happened that mitsuya went away for a few minutes to buy ingredients for tonight's dinner, and luna hit her head against the floor after tripping.
panic took over you and you rushed over to her sobbing form, hiccups slowly forming even though she tried her best to suppress them. luckily it wasn't anything bad, it hurt more than it was dangerous, and you subconsciously scented her out of relief. omegas' instincts were particularly sensitive towards children, and it didn't help that luna and mana felt like a family to you now, now that the three of you were patiently waiting for the return of mitsuya every day.
upon returning back home, mitsuya cooed at the unexpected sight of his little sisters cuddling with you. they were bathed in his omega's sweet scent, peacefully snoring. he softly came up to you, gently kissing your smiling face.
the three of you looked perfect like this, mitsuya couldn't help but feel like he had attained the best domestic life he could ever hope for.
coming home to the sight of his lovely omega taking care of his two little sisters, loving them as much as he did... god, you looked so perfect, and it felt so right.
he particularly loved the way you would lightly scold them whenever they got in trouble or dirtied their clothes after playing. and the way you would call them over, zipping up their jacket before allowing them to go outside. you looked so good, so motherly. almost as if they were your own. seeing you were so comfortable with each other appeased him in so many ways.
you were always there whenever mitsuya had a gang meeting and needed someone to look after the girls. mitsuya hated that he had to leave them home alone, and knowing he had his cute and dedicated omega over eased his mind. still, he wished he could get to the three of you quickly. imagining the people he cared about the most at one place, worried him as much as it satisfied his instincts to know exactly where all of you were.
you were so vulnerable, mitsuya wanted to stay close so he could watch over you while you took care of luna and mana. he liked it whenever you played with his sisters, speaking to them with a soft tone omegas only reserved to their offspring. he silently watched you from a distance, a content smile stretching his lips.
you couldn't help it though, your instincts urged you to cater for those two little girls. they only had mitsuya as a parent, and despite everything, there were some things he could never give them, both as an alpha and a man.
what they needed was a delicate presence and maternal affection. and being nurtured by a gang member all their life, they quickly claimed you as their second parent, deeply appreciative of the care you showed them. and mitsuya couldn't feel more grateful for how gentle you were, how patient you acted while never giving up on their poor little family.
you looked like a married couple, nagging after energetic little pups and forcing wet kisses upon their rosy cheeks.
you would take a walk each day, with luna holding one of your hand and mana the other. the picture was perfect in mitsuya's mind. he walked a bit behind you to have a clear view of your surroundings, growing protective the moment you stepped outside. you let yourself be unaware and defenceless whenever he was with you, entirely focusing on the girls. mitsuya was a hundred percent dependable for that matter, as he would never let anything harm any of you.
coming home, you would wash their little noses and chubby hands, then tuck them in the nest you permanently built in one of the rooms. you smothered them with your scent, the polluted air outside having melted their already light puppy scents. you came to hate the lack of presence of either your or mitsuya's scent on the girls ; you had to claim them one way or another. the absence of their real parents pushed you to feel even more invested in their wellbeing and you couldn't help but want to claim them in a way their mother never did.
mitsuya swore he could have married you right here. he finally had the little family he wished for, linked together by a tender bond. will someone ever be able to love his sisters the way you do?
you're a literal blessing, like you were made for him and his little sisters. the ideal partner he longed for, the support he wished he always had when all those responsibilities became too much.
the way you dedicated yourself to him and his family like a doting omega, turned him into an even more enamored alpha. preciously treating you like his other half. you are someone he will never let go of. he knows he'll never be able to find an omega more suited for him.
and mitsuya couldn't lie when he saw you act that way, it wouldn't be true to say it didn't stir up some primitive instincts of his. you were such a capable omega, faithful and attentive, you had all the qualities of a dutiful mother. how could he not think of you that way ?
mitsuya was so ready to commit, to claim you the way a precious omega like you deserved. if your dream was to be a mother, then he'll make you bare his kids as soon as you'll allow him to, and help you take care of them, just like you're doing right now with his sisters.
he envisions you cradling your own pups in your arms, gentle touches soothing the cries of your baby, and mitsuya's loving and securing gaze falling upon you. the thought of his omega nurturing his children fills him with a primal sense of pride and possessiveness he can't shake off.
he just wants to see you embrace your role, completely indulging into his deeply hidden desires to build a stable family of his own. one he'll protect and provide for, the way his parents never did with him.
you'll love your children as much as you love luna and mana, and everything will fall into place.
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magicalbats · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 13: Size Difference
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Rating: R-18+
Word Count: 7129
Warnings: Afab!/reader, size difference, noncon, abduction, bathing, aphrodisiacs, drugging, bareback, stomach bulge, gendered terms 
A/N: okay, look … I’ve been deeply in love with the Daythunder Eremites since we got our first glimpse of them right before 3.0 dropped. Did I lose the plot a little bit on this one? Maybe. But I’m actually obsessed with this NPC. I even went around and marked their locations on my map with the little meat pin. ✋😭 I quite literally ran OUT of available pins because of it. Not one single person better question why I picked him for this prompt instead of Enjou (I was extremely tempted tho, trust and believe that xmdkxk)
It was quickly becoming apparent that you were in a bit over your head with this commission. Between the wailing researchers on the ground, the frightened Sumpter Beast making a lumbering escape for the near distant tree line, the attacking Eremites and the damaged cart that had inexplicably caught fire at some point, the situation was clearly spiraling far out of your control.  
Gripping your sword so hard it hurts, you try to take stock of what was happening and regroup. There wasn’t enough time to fully process it though. The small stretch of road — if you could even call it that — had devolved into complete and utter chaos in the blink of an eye, and you have to lurch to avoid the incoming swing of a huge battle ax before you can make any sense of it. But if there was one thing you knew, intrinsically, it was that there were too many of them for you to take on alone. It was too much for a single adventurer no matter how talented or skilled you may have been. 
You dance back, not even daring to breathe as you agily avoid the weapon swinging at you with so much force you not only hear the violent displacement of air but you can even feel it too. This was incredibly dangerous. One hit from that ax would shatter bones, possibly even crush organs, and you’d likely be dead before the day was through. You had to get away but — pivoting your body, you steal a split second glance at the helpless researchers. They were cowering at the feet of a girl, no older than yourself, who was holding them at blade point while the other Eremites quickly worked to unload the cargo before it all went up in smoke with the burning cart. You needed to get away but so did they. 
Clenching your teeth, you duck to avoid the next swing and dive under that huge, muscular arm to hit the dirt. You feel him shift behind you, alter the momentum and start to bring the heavy ax down right on top of you. Bracing for the destructive impact, you throw yourself forward into a stiff roll seconds before the ground erupts in a spray of dirt and grass that showers you in grime even when you skid to a halt some few feet away. Your heart feels like it’s going to slam right out of your chest as you frantically stumble to your feet on jelly filled legs, almost dropping your sword in your haste. 
You couldn’t believe you’d actually managed to avoid that hit … 
With a choked, gasping wheeze, you force yourself into a dead sprint, ignoring the thrumming terror that threatens to debilitate you as you dart across the road right towards the Eremite girl. You may not have been able to save their precious research but you could still save them! 
“Run!” You scream, making her turn. It was too late though. 
Leaning your shoulder into it, you slam into her so hard both of you go flying through the air to hit the ground in a heap. It knocks the air out of you (and her, by the sound of it) but you quickly roll away and struggle to your feet once again. There’s so much adrenaline pumping through your system you hardly even feel yourself moving, numb to everything going on around you, but you’re still distantly aware of the resulting scramble when the two researchers jump up to make a break for it. Good. At least now you could worry about yourself. 
But you don’t quite make it that far. 
The huge man with the ax is suddenly right on top of you — you hadn’t even seen him coming! Your heartbeat stutters a surprised beat and you just barely get your sword up in time to block his next swing. Unfortunately the force of it knocks your blade from your screaming hands, sending it pinwheeling up and away at such a high arc you could never hope to snag it and he doesn’t stop long enough to let you watch it fall back to the earth. 
One second you’re stumbling from the impact. The next he’s snatching a fistful of your hair to yank you towards him, and you collapse at his feet on your knees. Sharp, stabbing splinters of pain shoot through your body but it’s quickly overshadowed by the agony of him using his hold on your hair to pull you upright, damn near taking you right off the ground. Seething, you force your eyes open to glare daggers at him when he bends close and puts his face inches from yours in a clear, obvious display of intimidation. 
“That was a stupid thing to do.” 
“I’ll kill her!” The Eremite girl shrieks, scrabbling to get up. “I’ll skin her alive and put her head on a spike!” 
You go stockstill, lungs constricting painfully when you feel her reach for you. But, to your squawking surprise, the huge man physically drags you away from her and closer to himself like you were little more than a toy they were fighting over. 
“Wait, Siri. Not yet.” He warns, the low growl in his voice growing stronger, and you sway in his hold with a suffocating feeling of dread. What a terrible situation to find yourself in. “Let me have this one. You can play with her when I’m done.” 
“Do you really think I want your leftovers?” She snaps, both of them completely ignoring the way you wheeze between them. “She shoved me onto the ground, Aziz! She’ll be lucky if that’s all I do! I’m going to pluck out her eyes and - -“ 
“Enough, you two!” A third Eremite barks over. Still panting raggedly, you carefully turn your head even when it tugs at your hair to find another towering man standing some few feet away with one of the salvaged crates clutched against his chest. Idly, you realize the cart was almost completely engulfed in flames now and rapidly turning to smoldered ash. The guild was going to get such an earful from you if you made it out of this alive. 
“But - -“
“I don’t want to hear it!” The other man cuts her off again. “We need to get this stuff out of here. Now! Those two researchers escaped so we need to be long gone before they send in backup. Bring the adventurer if you want, I don’t care. Just get your asses in gear.” 
Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Siri shoots you a quick look that is no less chilling behind the red cloth hiding her eyes before stiffly pushing into motion. You watch her walk away to join the others, your stomach cramping with nerves, and it only gets worse when Aziz tugs on your hair to bring your attention back up to him again. 
“Looks like you got lucky today. In more ways than one, I’d say.” Pausing, he puts his head to one side to send the braid over his temple swinging, and you can’t quite shake the impression of being a helpless rabbit caught under a tiger's paw. He was so massive, and the way he looks at you ... “I admit, your swordsmanship was pretty good. You’ve got good instincts even if you don’t have the strength to back it up. Tell me, little adventurer. Where do you hail from?” 
You draw a steadying breath and try not to regurgitate everything that was in your stomach right down to the bile. “Mondstadt. I’m originally from Mond.” 
“I see. You’re a far way from home then. I hope no one there is going to miss you too much.” 
~*~
They lead you into a camp, blindfolded and with your wrists bound behind your back, but you recognize the distinct sounds of daily life for what they are immediately. You can hear children shrieking and laughing, weaving in and out of your peripheral senses in what could only be play. There were women murmuring nearby, speaking so low you couldn’t make out what they were saying when the grizzled voices of older men seemed to drown them out. You can just make out what you think must be a dog snuffling around your ankles in a quick burst of sound before darting away when they drag you further in and, somewhere, a goat bleats. 
There’s sand under your feet now so you knew you were no longer in the lush rainforests of Sumeru but, rather, the desert. You’d never gone this far west before, precisely because of the grip the Eremites had on the area. Having heard plenty of stories about just how cutthroat they could be in the harsh environment they called home, you had wanted to avoid crossing paths with them if at all possible but a lot of good that had done you. 
The acrid, dry air seems to rob you of the ability to breathe and you stumble, gasping against the grit and oppressive heat, when Aziz shoves you through what must be a doorway. Abruptly you’re enshrouded in a blanket of cool that is so noticeably different from the temperature outside it actually makes you shiver at the sudden change. He doesn’t give you a chance to truly appreciate it or sigh out in relief though, simply pulling you by the arm even when you nearly trip over your own aching feet. 
His hand feels impossibly huge on your neck when he finally palms the back of it and shoves you down to sit on the floor, forcing your legs to splay under you at an awkward angle. Panting, you cautiously shift to settle on your butt even as he reaches up to loosen the knot he’d tied behind your head. It falls away with a quiet slither of fabric, and you blink into the gloom of what you quickly realize is a tent. His tent? You couldn’t be sure, and you weren’t entirely certain you wanted to know. 
“You don’t have to do this …” You whisper into the stillness, and he just scoffs. 
“You don’t even know what it is I’m going to do yet. Be patient, little adventurer from Mondstadt. You might like it.” 
You very much doubted that, but hold your tongue on the slim hope that compliance might see you through this in one piece. Even if your arms hadn’t been secured behind your back it was obvious you still wouldn’t have been much of a match against someone like him. He’d already thoroughly cemented that back in the forest. Because not only was Aziz incredibly tall, he was also filled out and thick with heavy muscle mass. Just one of his biceps looked like it was greater in width than your thigh and you fully believed he could crush you like a grape if he so chose. With no other option available, you grudgingly acquiesce when he turns you around to face him. 
He was still wearing his own blindfold, that rich red brocade hiding his eyes, but you recognized the way he looked at you even without being able to see them. You’re not entirely sure how he — or any of the Eremites — got around as well as they did without the use of their sight, and a tremor tears through you when he sedately reaches out to touch the side of your face. Not so much as a split second falter or other sign of hesitation. It was like he knew exactly where you were, like he could see through the material, and a fresh curling tendril of unease snakes through you at the thought of his people having some divinely appointed sixth sense. Was that why their strongest warriors covered their faces? 
“You’re filthy.” He suddenly announces, and you know it’s not just the grit of dirt and sand he’s talking about. You were thoroughly drenched in sweat from the trek out here as much as your earlier standoff with him, and it was now quickly cooling to settle a chill over your sore body. 
Jaw clenching, you turn your face from him. “Is it really any wonder? You almost took my head off back there.” 
Chuckling softly, Aziz drops his hand to rest on his bent knee where he’s knelt in front of you. “Sorry about that. If it counts for anything, Siri almost took it too.” 
You send him a slow, wary look. Was that really supposed to make you feel any better? 
He just offers up an indifferent shrug of his broad shoulders though, and then moves to straighten up. Watching him walk over to a big clay pot standing sentry a few paces away, you momentarily toy with the notion of running while his back was turned but immediately quash the thought. The grim reality of the situation was not lost on you. Not only did you have no idea where you were and even less of an idea how to get back, you also had no working knowledge of how to survive in the desert. Even if you could get past him and then all the other Eremites outside, escape the camp, what would you do then? No food, no water, not even any supplies or extra clothes to keep you warm when night inevitably fell. You’d be a sitting duck for any hungry predators out on the prowl if hypothermia didn’t catch up to you first. You’d heard how cold it gets after the sun sets out here, and you weren’t sure if you were brave enough to take the chance …
It doesn’t matter either way. Before you can even consider changing your mind Aziz returns with a shallow bowl and a rag which you regard suspiciously when he sets it aside. You could guess where this was going, but it still shocks you a great deal that he then reaches for the front of your clothes like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be doing, and without so much as an ounce of shame to show for it either.  
“Wait - -“
“Hush, adventurer. I won’t hurt you so long as you play nice and remember not to bite the hand keeping you alive.” 
Swallowing hard, you numbly watch him take the front of your guild uniform in hand and casually pop it open with a sedate tug that sends buttons flying in either direction. They fall near silent across the worn tarp that serves as the floor of the tent, and you draw a slow, shuddering breath. Try not to linger on the way his heavy knuckles brush against your chest while he pulls the shirt open to expose the silk chemise underneath. Distantly, you start to wonder if he’ll untie your hands just to get you undressed, thinking you might have a chance to flee after all — but then he rips at the fabric, giving you a sudden jerk at the force, and your mouth drops open in shock when it simply tears from you in a ragged panel. 
Realizing he’s just going to peel it off you in pieces, you purse your lips into a tight line to stop yourself from crying out as he shreds your blouse to tatters and ribbons that fall to the floor around you in a pathetic heap. He does the same with the chemise and then your long skirt, pausing only long enough to yank away your boots, hose and, finally, your bloomers. You don’t give up the last without a fight but he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge all your squirming and twisting while he easily manhandles you to relieve you of your final dignity some moments later. 
Seething, you primly squeeze your legs together to hide your most intimate spot from him but it barely gives Aziz pause. One of those massive hands reaches out to clamp around your ankle and he none too gently drags you across the floor to leave you laid out on your back. Ignoring your incensed hissing, he shifts and settles into a cross legged position in front of you before reaching calmly for the bowl. 
“You remind me of a cat, you know that?” He murmurs, dipping the rag into the water to soak it through as you struggle back up into a sitting position.
“One of the Rishboland Tigers, I hope.” 
He outright laughs. “No. You are like a very small, very feisty kitten that hasn’t yet learned her place in this world.” 
You stiffen at that, narrowing your eyes at him, but he pays it little mind. Squeezing out the rag of excess water, he stretches his hand out towards your face again and you stubbornly try to crane your neck to escape it. Aziz just follows you though, and you give a startled little squawk when he finally presses the cool cloth into your cheek. 
“That’s cold!” 
Softly shushing you, he drags the rag over your skin to wipe away all the sweat, dirt and grime coating your face. Much to your grudging dismay you quickly find that it actually felt rather nice and he was not near as violent or brutish about it as his appearance would have suggested he’d be. It’s almost gentle, in fact, and you slowly find yourself relaxing into it with a stilted sigh. You would be glad to be clean again, even if you had to endure the humiliation of being washed like a child to achieve it. 
Cautiously roving your eyes up when he starts to work his way down your neck, you take a moment to really study him. You couldn’t say for sure if he was looking back at you or if the brunt of his attention was focused on the task at hand, but you try not to let that uncertainty dissuade you. After all, if he was bold enough to undress you like this then surely he could handle a bit of staring. And you think, with no shortage of surprise, that he was probably handsome under that mask. His jaw was smooth and well defined, housing a pair of full, kissable lips that purse slightly when he scrubs at a splotch of dirt on your throat. You still didn’t like him very much after he’d almost smashed you to bits with his giant ax and then kidnapped you, spirited away into the inhospitable desert, but you couldn’t exactly deny what was in front of you. 
Maybe if you’d met under (vastly) different circumstances … 
“Do you like what you see?” 
You sniff and look away to take in the rest of the tent. “Hardly.” 
Aziz chuckles again while he rinses out the rag in the dish before bringing it back to your skin once again. “Such a grumpy little adventurer … what are you doing so far away from home? I’ve heard Mondstadt is very different from Sumeru.” 
“It is,” You relent, hating yourself for leaning into his touch when he caresses over a throbbing spot on your shoulder. You must have banged it on the ground rolling around earlier, or maybe it was from plowing into Siri. “We don’t have any deserts or great big forests. Well … none like what Sumeru has, anyway. No tigers to worry about, either. All we’ve got are wolves, but they don’t usually attack humans.” 
He hums a quiet sound of acknowledgement, taking a moment to massage into the aching muscle under his heavy fingers when he sees the pinch in your expression. “You miss it.” 
It’s a statement, not a question, and you sigh. “Considering where I’m at right now, yeah. It’s kind of hard not to.” 
“Grumpy.” 
You try not to scowl at that, knowing it wouldn’t get you anywhere even if you kicked up a fit and fought him tooth and nail. At least he was being nice about it. That was one good thing in all this, you think — only to suck in a quick breath as he drags his hand lower to wipe your chest clean. You know it’s coming but it still pulls a quiet whimper out of you when the rag passes over your breast, catching at the nipple to send a static jolt through your body. Shirking, you try to twist away from him but it’s useless with your hands tied behind your back and he just follows you. The way he kneads and squeezes at the swell of flesh under the guise of cleaning you up doesn’t escape your notice, and neither does your reaction to it. But it horrifies you more than anything else and, steadying yourself, you try to rein it in. If ever there was a worse time for your baser urges to start taking over, this would have been it. 
But rather than lingering, Aziz soon switches to the other side which he gives the same level of patient attention to. A handful of groping squeezes, a brief pinch to the nipple and then he’s moving on again. Your breathing starts to pick up as he works his way lower, swiping the rag under your breasts to lift and nudge them against his thick knuckles. His skin is rough and calloused on yours wherever it touches, and you hate the way it makes you feel. Hot and flushed, and just ever so slightly sensitized in his wake. A shudder tears down your spine when he starts running the wet cloth over your stomach. 
“W - wait —“ 
He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t even so much as pause, and you try very hard not to yelp when he rather boldly swipes his hand from your bellybutton straight into the soft cradle of your thighs. Eyes widening in mute horror, you rock back and try to squeeze your legs shut to no avail. He just leans forward, invading your space again as his unoccupied hand comes up to wrap around the nape of your neck. You can’t quite believe it when he yanks you backwards and eases you onto the floor with perfect control that stops you from slamming your head back. It would have been quite impressive if only your heart didn’t feel like it was going to slam right through your ribcage and, mewling a desperate, frazzled noise, you make a last ditch effort to twist away. But he just holds you in place, keeping you pinned by the neck, while he bullies your thighs apart with the other hand. 
A faltering, highly embarrassing sound bursts out of you when the damp rag presses firm against your cunt at last. He pauses there a moment to squeeze at you through the cloth, almost idly grinding his palm down and making you twitch, before finally dragging it further down to run along the slit in your body. Left wheezing in the aftermath, you just lay there and try to wrap your head around this confusing turn of events. You couldn’t make sense of it. Although you’d expected it on some level, wasn’t this still a little … strange? 
The way he cleans you is almost so formal it seems to border on ritualistic. Like he was performing some kind of ceremony or rite. The horrifying thought that perhaps he was preparing you for sacrifice crosses your mind and you can’t quite stop from cowering when he pushes up to kneel on his knees beside you. But, to your squawking surprise, all he does is grab hold of your ankle again and uses it to pull you over onto your stomach like you were little more than an uncooperative toddler. 
“H - hey! I’m not a child you know!” 
“A great relief, I assure you.” 
Flushing red hot, you force yourself to grow still and just lay there while he wipes across your back and arms, your sides, running down to your ass and then lower still to get the backs of your legs. It was an altogether humiliating experience and not one you’d like to repeat any time soon, but you couldn’t deny you felt nice and fresh by the time he finally finishes up a small eternity later. Squeaky clean, even. It’s a great improvement from your earlier state, at least, and you don’t protest when he hooks a hand under your arm to help you sit back up. 
Deeply ruffled, you try to reorient yourself while he moves to dispose of the used water somewhere at the back of the tent. You once again consider making a run for it but … oh, it would be another matter entirely if they hadn’t blindfolded you! That was the only thing stopping you from trying. The very real possibility you’d pick the wrong direction and just end up wandering deeper into the desert without even realizing your mistake until it was much too late keeps you firmly rooted to the spot and certainly not because of the dull thrum in your cunt. Nope. Definitely not. 
Aziz comes close again, snapping you out of your stunned trance, and you glance up as he kneels in front of you to warily eye the petite bone carved container in his hand. It was shaped like a flower, and something about it makes every hair on your body slowly stand on end. 
“What is that?” 
“A gift, for the little adventurer from Mondstadt.” He says, giving you (what you think has to be) a sly smile. “Are you afraid of oils and creams as much as you are of me?” 
Your brow draws in uncertainty but you don’t get a chance to pick apart what he’s saying to find the meaning in it. Taking up the wiry bristled brush in his other hand, he unscrews the lid from the trinket and dabs the tip into whatever was inside. For a split second you think he’s going to put makeup on you for some inexplicable reason but then — the now smoothed brush looks wet when he reaches it out towards you, and you reel back with a gasp. He remains undaunted though, and you screw your eyes shut with a soft whimper. 
Startled confusion marches through your mind when he just presses the brush into the side of your neck though, and your mouth immediately pops open at how sticky and cool it is. Before you can yelp about the sensation, he drags a harsh line down across the column of your throat, making you shudder so hard you think you’re going to collapse. But then the sweet, cloying scent of myrrh and lavender mixed together floods your nostrils and you snap your head back up in disbelief. Perfume? 
“You look surprised,” He murmurs, reaching for the other side of your neck to draw another stilted line over your pulse. “Do you know what this is?” 
You shift, more than just a little uncertain and ill at ease now. “I … I don’t think I understand.” 
With a quiet hum, he dips the brush into the mysterious substance again. “You will. Give it time, and you’ll soon come to understand everything.” 
You haven’t the slightest idea what to make of that ambiguous statement. 
Struggling to maintain your calm, you watch his hand stretch out for you again but this time it arims towards your chest. You think he’s going to swipe that goopy liquid over the swell of your breasts but, much to your jolting surprise, he drags it straight down over your pert nipple instead. Stomach roiling at the sensation, you make another blithe attempt to lean away from it but just like every other time he follows you easily enough and flicks that bristled tip over the stiffened bud again. Your breath hitches when it almost immediately starts to grow warm and tingly, shooting a disbelieving look down at yourself even as he reaches to do the same to the other. 
“W - what is that — ahhn!” 
“Relax. You’ll feel good in a moment.” 
Somehow you didn’t believe that at all, and you start to tremble uncontrollably there on the floor. But it soon occurs to you that it’s not just nerves making you shake like a leaf. Your tits grow sensitive and flushed against the wafting air, curling to fine, tight points on your chest as the liquid quickly cools. It makes your blood pound harder, your breath come faster, and you can’t help but squirm at the almost painful knot that curls low in your gut. 
Dizzy now, you issue a quiet whimper into the still tent when you sway in a deeply intoxicated manner. “Dear, Archons - -“ 
You cut off with a startled yelp when he pushes you down again but you no longer have the presence of mind to fight it. Laying there twitching, you tip your chin to dazedly watch that massive hand curl around the meat of your inner thigh and pull your legs apart. Suddenly your nudity seems so stark and arousing it makes you gasp, eyes widening when you realize you’re getting wet. No, that wasn’t quite accurate. Your cunt was flooding and you wail an incomprehensible protest when he leans over you to bring the brush towards your defenseless slit. 
“Little adventurer,” Aziz croons, keeping your legs spread under his palm as he teases the tip of the brush over your lips. “You should have stayed in Mondstadt where they don’t have such big men and potent aphrodisiacs to turn your body against you.” 
Sucking in a harsh, rasping breath, you weakly fling your opposite leg up as if to shove at him but you miss by a wide mile and it just smacks back down to the floor, completely useless. It was like you’d been robbed of your motor skills and mental faculties in equal measure. It was hard just to think straight. 
“W — why?” 
Chuckling, he drags his hand down off your thigh to press into the meat of your labia and spread them, fully exposing your clit to the air. “I had fun playing with you earlier even if your little sword was no match for my ax. You still put up a good fight so of course I’d want to keep playing.” The soft haired brush slowly presses into the pulsing cluster of nerves and you go ramrod stiff, mouth falling open as if to scream but nothing comes out. All you can do is lay there, violently twitching, while he sedately drags it up and down, and side to side to draw even more sticky slick out of your body. “Unfortunately you are a very small adventurer and I am much too big for you to take easily. This will help you adjust to my size and even make it less painful too. You should be happy I’m showing you such kindness.” 
Your head positively swims at the explanation, neck lolling bonelessly on the floor of the tent while you desperately try to sort through it all and cling to your cognizance at the same time. It’s no use though. The effects of the drug sweep you up much too quickly and pull you under. You feel like you're drowning in it, your pussy thrumming and squeezing around nothing even when he finally pulls away from your throbbing clit some time later. 
There’s nothing at all you can do, not even protest, when he finds his feet and then leans down to haul you up against him. Clutched to his chest, you hang there in a lifeless, moaning heap while he walks to the opposite side of the tent where he deposits you onto a waiting bed of pillows that gently cradle your body when he sets you down. Paying no mind to your needy, gasping moans, Aziz leaves you there and retreats back to the clay pot you’d seen him fetch water from earlier to clean you with. On a distant, hazy level, you realize he’s going to wash himself next and you know you should probably be thankful for that. Know you should try to take this moment to escape even if it meant running buck naked out into the desert beyond his tent. 
But you just can’t bring yourself to do anything except writhe and twist on top of the mountain of pillows, blithely trying to squeeze your thighs together and rub out the ache between them without the use of your hands. It’s no good at all. Just utterly hopeless when your body was pulsing so hot and so fiercely your limbs didn’t want to cooperate. 
Idly, you think to try straddling one of the pillows so you can grind your cunt against it. 
Weakly, you roll over and attempt to wriggle yourself on top of one — any of them, it didn’t matter, any would do when your need was so great — but you can’t quite seem to manage. All it does is drag your stiff nipples over the fabric and the stitching, and you issue a low, faltering groan when you realize it’s just making it worse. It was hard to breathe. You felt like you were going insane with the need to be stuffed and filled, and stretched and pounded into unconsciousness. 
You’re so caught up in your suffering you almost don’t notice when Aziz finally returns to your side. You feel the pillows shift under you with the addition of his weight and you try to blink away the stupor at the same time that you abruptly realize you’re drooling. Grunting in surprise at suddenly finding that you were in such a state, you lift your head with an owlish blink. 
The effects of the aphrodisiac were starting to lessen, receding at least enough to clear your head by a small margin … 
Before you can celebrate, you feel his hands descend upon your bound wrists and the sensation of those calloused fingers on your skin punches an abrupt groan out of you. Okay, maybe the effects weren’t fading so much as your body was simply adjusting to the sudden, potent influx of endorphins but at least you could formulate a semi coherent thought now. 
You cling to that small silver lining with every fiber of your shuddering being as he gets the rope untied, freeing your arms at long last, and then rolls you over. The room spins for a brief moment but when your eyes focus and you manage to look down they nearly pop right out of your skull. Not only was he completely nude, so massive and thick with muscle it startles a tiny squeak out of you, but he was also rock hard. And much, much bigger than you could have even imagined. 
Somehow the fear of having that huge cock forced into your body seems to chase away a bit more of the muddled daze hanging over your head, and you bring your hands up in an awkward, uncoordinated rush to push at him. But when you jerk your attention up at his face, you stop dead in your tracks. 
His mask was gone. 
Aziz’s eyes were sharp and narrowly shaped to compliment the lean structure of his face, and his eyes … you suddenly forget how to breathe. You’d never seen irises so startlingly amethyst they looked like sparkling jewels. 
He watches your reaction carefully, the intensity of that bejeweled gaze boring into you even as he crawls over top of you to settle between your legs. The demanding nudge of his rigid cock startles you back to reality, and you suck in such a frantic gasp of air it claws on the way down. 
“No, wait - -“
His hand grabs under your chin and forces your head back so he can seal his mouth over yours and cut you off. You go ramrod stiff underneath him, eyes wide and wild even as you lift shuddering hands to weakly press into his chest. Archons, he was huge. The muscle bulges under your palms and tenses, flexing when he shifts against you to line himself up, and the full weight of what’s happening slams into you all at once. 
Visciously, you tear your mouth from his with a warbling, intoxicated shriek. “Please, I can’t take it! It won’t fit!” 
He issues a deep, rumbling chuckle and runs those thick, rough worn fingers across your flushed cheek to make you tremble anew. “You can. Do not fear it, little adventurer. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, didn’t I?” Pausing, he teases your entrance with the blunt head, making you wheeze at the feel of him so heavy and thick against delicate lips. You reel underneath him and try not to hyperventilate, but he just keeps you pinned and mostly immobile under his sturdy frame. Finally, at length, he says, “Shall I show you how far into you I’m going to reach and give you something to truly be afraid of?” 
“Wha - -“ 
Jostling you when he pulls back, Aziz pushes up to put some space between your pelvis and his, and you almost sigh in relief when his cock retreats from your entrance. But then something fleshy and thick slaps down on your lower belly, effectively robbing you of the ability to breathe, and you slowly glance down at yourself in fast mounting horror. His cock stretches across your stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precum in its wake when he nudges his hips closer to line the base up with your cunt and settle into place. 
It feels like the earth itself is opening up under you to swallow you whole. He’s almost long enough to touch your bellybutton, and that was to say absolutely nothing of his girth. His size makes you look small and incredibly petite in comparison, so much slighter than him in every way that you feel more certain than ever that it’s not going to fit. There was no way it would. 
“Right here,” He intones, squeezing at the soft pouch around your middle and digging his thumb in for emphasis. “This is how much of you I am going to take for myself. Are you ready for me?” 
A half strangled sob bursts out of your mouth. “No, no, no, no —“ 
Ignoring your mouse squeak protests, Aziz repositions himself at your entrance and slowly leans into you, sinking into the tight heat of your body one staggered inch of him at a time. You go still as a statue at the oppressive, suffocating sensation, your hands blindly flying up to brace against his broad barrel chest, but you can’t even find the wherewithal to cry out. All you can focus on is the gradual stretch of your body, the way he forces your cunt to spread and make room for him under that stilted pressure and … much to your gaping shock it doesn’t hurt half as bad as you’d expected it to. There was still a pinch of discomfort, your body unaccustomed to taking something so large, but the aphrodisiac seems to have served its purpose. 
Not only were you soaked and pliant with arousal, but your guts were so soft now that he only needed to exert a small amount of pressure to ease further into you. There is no straining resistance, no tearing, no painful  force necessary to claim your much smaller body for his own. It was staggering to realize how little struggle your cunt actually offers up and you stare at the spot between you two with nothing short of dumbfounded fascination. 
Bit by bit, his length disappears inside you — a quarter, a half, two thirds and then … he’s seated in you straight down to the hilt, Aziz loosing a deep, hissing groan when his pelvis finally presses flush to yours. Whimpering, you spasm on his cock, disoriented and a little too shell shocked to do much of anything else. You’d never felt so full before. So stretched right to the limit and the total lack of pain sends your reeling mind spinning in an endless loop, just trying to grasp what was even happening. You never would have thought it was possible if you hadn’t seen it with your own two eyes. 
“Watch, little adventurer,” He murmurs, drawing a piece of you out of your stupor when he bends close to put his forehead against yours, that loose braid swaying forward to tickle your temple. “Watch how I take you and how your body welcomes me in. You are mine now, and this is the proof.” 
Meaningfully, he drags his amethyst gaze lower and, quaking wildly underneath him, you do the same, following his line of sight to look at where you’re connected. The muscles in his stomach flex, abdominals visibly tensing as he ever so slowly draws his hips back to drag against your inner sleeve. You very nearly go cross eyed at the sensation, so deep and unexpectedly pleasurable it almost sends you shuddering right over the edge, but you force yourself to keep watching. To watch how he pauses at the halfway point, his muscular waist swiveling forward to push back in, in, in, further and further until — the spot just below your bellybutton bulges up at the same time his pelvis meets yours again, and your mouth drops open in disbelief. 
He really was reaching that far into you. 
And you really had taken all of him. 
Wildly clawing at him for something to cling to, you let out a series of frantic, bleating sounds when he slowly starts to angle back again, watching that bulge in your tummy recede and disappear with the retreat of his cock only to come pushing right back in a moment later. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the spot on your lower belly where he keeps pushing up under the skin at an increasingly quicker pace, repeatedly punching the same spot into a soft, rounded bulge. A low ache starts to build deep in your body and somewhere in the back of your cotton stuffed mind you find the wherewithal to realize how sore you were going to be after this. The aphrodisiac would wear off eventually and you would be left in the aftermath to deal with the aching stretch, the throbbing reminder of how he’d felt moving inside of you and the lingering effects of getting pounded by something so big it felt like it was actively rearranging your guts. 
This was in no way what you’d signed up for when you took on this commission, nor is it why you left Mondstadt. 
It’s at that moment, when he’s working his hips hard and fast enough that a steady plap, plap, plap seems to dominate the space inside the tent that you realize you really did miss it. You missed Mondstadt and you wanted to go home. Soon. Immediately after he let you go. 
He would let you go … wouldn’t he?
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bbgnyx · 3 months
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Hi babe it's me leigh ✌ Saw your song requests like 10 secs ago so 👀👀
song name: in the stars by benson boone
song lyric: and now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far
pairing: minho x female reader
disc: the reader dies and minho is just devastated and he cries for the first time in front of everyone and stays ☹️ (I'm bad at descriptions save me-)
Anyway thx for reading!!!
a/n: omg babe this song has been running in my head recently so this request was like you read my mind 😭✋. This was so sad to write honestly, hope it matches what you had in mind!
my taglist is open btw, just message me if you wanna be part of it!!
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And now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far~
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genre: angst
warnings: very sad, church and god are mentioned, mentions of blood and death, indirect mention of cancer, mention of a funeral. lmk if I miss anything
Sunday mornings used to hold so much joy for Minho. It was the one day he could spend with you, and it filled his heart with happiness. The two of you would go on adorable picnics, visit malls, and sometimes even attend church together. He couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked with your hair up and that radiant smile on your face. Minho was a softie, but only when it came to you.
He remembers the times when he would get jealous of you because Soonie Doongie and Dori seemed to love you more than him. He cherishes the memories of cuddling up in bed with you, watching movies together. Every little thing about you, he adored. You were his angel. But now, Sunday mornings are no longer his favorite. Not after everything that has happened.
When he was with you, Sunday mornings held a different meaning. Now that you're gone, Minho knows that nothing will ever be the same again. If he doesn't have concerts or practice, he simply sleeps in, avoiding going out because it only brings back painful memories. He has even lost his faith in God, burying it alongside you, deep beneath the earth.
Minho has lost count of how many times he has stood there, screaming at God, questioning why the love of his life was taken away from him. Why did God seem to hate him so much, leaving him to suffer like this? He is constantly lost in his thoughts, not knowing what else to do but cry himself to sleep, knowing that you will never be there to comfort him again.
Minho still remembers the day you were admitted into the hospital, they said you were okay, they said you only had to go through a small surgery. All of it were lies. That day, Minho’s band had won an award, but he couldn’t even relish the happiness as he soon got a call from your mother.
“She’s in a critical stage, she has lost a lot of blood, the doctors don’t know if they can save her”, your mom said sobbing through the phone. At that moment, it took Minho his everything not to leave the award show immediately and fly back home to you. He had been crying all day and all night, worried about you. He should be there with you, he thought.
On Sunday, he took the award and flew back to you as soon as possible. Only to be informed that you’re gone, you’re not with him anymore. You had passed away.
Minho remembers the day of your funeral. The weight of your absence crushed him, burying his heart alongside you, six feet under the ground. “It’s okay Minho, she loves you with all her life,” your mother said, trying to console him. He felt weak and helpless then.
All these pent-up emotions let loose at his most recent concert. You had always told him to show his emotions to others, not to close his heart away. So he cried, he cried like he had lost everything and he did. He lost you, and you were his everything, you were the earth and he was the moon and now he didn’t have anything to revolve around. On that stage, he crumbled, his fellow members offering solace, while fans shed tears alongside him, showering him with words of comfort.
It felt as though he had loved you for an eternity, but he realized that the time he spent with you was merely a fraction of his lifetime, while you had loved him throughout your entire existence. This realization shattered him to his core. How was it fair? You had promised to always be by his side, to never leave him alone. And you kept that promise, remaining faithful even in death. But what about him? He wasn't there when you underwent surgery, he wasn’t there through your suffering and he wasn't even there when you took your final breath.
He felt stupid not to realise that you were suffering. He hated that you hid your condition from him. He always wondered why you asked him what he would do if you weren’t there. He always replied, “I’ll protect you so nothing ever happens to you, my love”. But now he couldn’t protect you and that broke him, and it would break him till he took his last breath and he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish that day came soon so he could see you again. But all he knows now is that he loved you, loves you and will continue loving you.
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regretisstoredintheme · 4 months
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I don't know if this is technically a request or not, I just wanna put these thoughts somewhere
I'm just wondering on how the turtles (preferably Raph) would react to someone who was taller/larger than them
(I'm not trying to request anything since I saw that your requests were closed)
NYOOOOMMMMM—
A/n: not me accidentally writing this WHOLE MF THING OUT— anyway.
—Raph x/& Reader who’s bigger than him—
For Raph? I can imagine bro being literally baffled. He looks up to you like “???? How????” And doesn’t know how to feel now whenever he says “I’m the biggest brother, the one who is the biggest.” Because no tf he’s not anymore!!??
Staring. Constantly.
if you work out he’s definitely asking for your routine
bro was made for war but he’s like “big guy!!!”
feels a little wary though
like it took him a while to be aware of his surroundings at his own size (he still isn’t) so he’s worried about you!
constantly worried you’ll bump into things, even more so around food or expensive items
so many hugs tho frfr
he’d try to pick you up Idc what you think bro would DEFINITELY try
whether he succeeds or not, he’s still gonna keep doing it.
he likes the idea of knowing he could carry you if you ended up going down.
But if you switch it around? he’s like a fish out of water
Doesn’t know what to do
A little uncomfortable at first cuz he’s never really had his feet LIFT OFF THE FLOOR LIKE THAT but eventually he’s cuddly.
this mf always wants cuddles, platonic or romantic.
He’s a little too nervous to introduce you to his stuffed animal collection, however once one his brothers (probably Leo LMAO) puts him for having teddy bears, he’s suddenly super defensive. all “HUH WHAT ABOUT IT??? Don’t insult Dr Huggenstien!”
please for the love of god don’t diss his stuffie collection 😭 he prolly won’t open up again after that.
A/N: sorry— I know it wasn’t meant to be a request, but I did it anyway ✋
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not metatron just casually handin out 30000 coins
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b- bro. i. uh. ahshagsga. yes sir 🫡. anything fo u dokja kim.
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hahahah
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:((
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DUMBASS. god i fucking hate him
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AS SHE SHOULD THIS DUMBASS SUBJUGATED A KID TO THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF ISOLATION ALSO KNOWN AS THE WORST FORM OF MENTAL TORMENT AND FOR WHAT? SO HE COULD GET A LITTLE LUCKIER EARLIER ON? THAT MAN IS AN ASSHOLE AND THE WORST AND I HOPE HE DIES MULTIPLE GRUESOME DEATHS
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NO NO DOKJA DONT JUST LET HIM DIE JUST LET HER KILL HIM
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AFYZYSFAUSTJXKTCTISRUAQUFUG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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OH SHEEEET
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ok the thing about this is up to this point theyve basically only referred to eachother using their full names, first+last but here joonghyuk only calls him dokja and it gives the vibes theyre close enough to refer to eachother like that so...he cares no denying you cant hide from my perceptiveness i can see everything
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BROOOO HES TRYING TO HOLD HIM UP NOT LET HIM FALL OVER CUZ HES GONNA DIE AND DOKJAS JUST GRABBING ONTO HIS ARM AND ITS NOT INTENTIONAL ITS INSTINCT AND AHSHAHSGS SO MANY WORDS THEY DENY IT BUT THEY CARE AND DOKJA WAS PROBABLY DIGGING HIS NAILS INTO HIS ARM CUZ HE KINDA IS MISSING HIS ENTIRE LOWER TORSO AND EVEN WITH FOURTH WALL THATS GOTTA BE SO PAINFUL AND YJH JUST IS FINE WOTH IT AND DOESNT CARE AND HES WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND SNAJSJWJSJDBSI
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bro he has a giant hole where his stomach should be
also i thought you hated and wanted to kill him
THIS JUST SHOWS HE CARED THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE HE KEPT TRYING TO KILL HIM BUT THE SECOND DOKJAS ACTUALLY GONNA DIE HES ALL LIKE NO NO NO NOT TOO LATE EVEN THOUGH DOKJA LEGIT DOESNT HAVE A LOWER TORSO AND THERES NO LOGICAL WAY FOR HIM TO SURVIVE BUT HES STILL IN DENIAL HED ONLY BE DENYING IF HE CARED AHAHAHAHHAHAHSBWHABSH
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dude he looks so scared for him im gonna cry 😭😭😭😭. like hes looking him in the face with the most terror ive seen for him i cant wtfffff
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no shit
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never seen him so angry he even has the glowy main character eyes ✋
bro there aint no way he wasnt in love w dokja cuz he was perfectly fine with letting seolhwa die even tho he like dated her last regression and here he is only having spoken to kdj a few times and ready to fucking kill everything for him
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YEA YEA UHUH HED PISSED CUZ YOU KILLED THE GUY HE WANTED TO BE HIS BF YEA YEA JOONGDOK CANNON THESE BITCHES GAY THEYRE ANNOYING AS ALL HELL AND THEYRE GAY
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miguelswifey04 · 8 months
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i hope yk you’re literally one of my favorite writers on here<3 i hope you don’t mind im requesting again😭✋
i was thinking kf miguel’s past, especially in the comic runs and i feel like many people sort of skirt past the fact that he literally has ex girlfriends and i feel like that could be grounds for some jealous!reader👀
i don’t know how to articulate my thoughts on this but i was wondering what your hcs would be in such a situation where the reader is jealous asf 😃😃
BFJDJD TBANK YOU AO MUCH YOURE LITERALLY THE BEST
jealous! reader IS SOOOO ME LMFAO
miguel o’hara x jealous! s/o reader hcs
you feel the need to be very assertive if someone is crossing miguel’s boundaries or trying to hit on him, YOU LITERALLY PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE YOU DO NOT CARE IF IT CAUSES A SCENE OR NOT. so miguel has to stop you and carry you away (literally) poor miguel he’s kinda embarrassing but still puts up with you 😭
you protective nature can come off as possessive sometimes so miguel tells you to take it down a notch and you do, you apologize to him and he accepts your apology always…definitely reassures you that you have nothing to worry about <3
he says he has eyes for you and only you but you usually be like “do you really? like actually?” and he’ll be “yes i’m serious,” and if you still don’t “believe” him…he’ll spoil you and show you in different love languages that he does love you and only you
you may give sharp glares, cross your arms, or create physical distance between miguel and whoever has caught your attention 💀
you express your jealousy verbally!! you aren't afraid to speak up and let miguel know when you're feeling insecure or uneasy.
you regularly remind miguel how much he means to you and how lucky he is to have you. you express your love and affection in heartfelt words, reaffirming the strength of your bond. your jealousy doesn't stem from insecurity but rather from your deep investment in the relationship.
spending quality time with miguel is extremely important to you so every time he’s done playing spider-man, he’ll come by and swoop you up for a date or just to be with you :3
suggestive you may leave love bites or hickies as a subtle way of marking him as your own. it’s your way of stating to the world that he belongs to you and you alone.
he’ll pepper your face with tender kisses, whispering sweet words to assure you that he only has eyes for you.
jealousy can stem from little things, like someone looking at him for too long or a seemingly innocent conversation with another person. you may not always show it openly, but your eyes darken with a touch of jealousy that can be both intriguing and intimidating.
tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit
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eluxcastar · 1 year
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Leona in his Uncle arc because I can and will
── ୨୧:leona kingscholar & reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: Leona being the cool Uncle.png mostly just fluff hcs of him caring for them more than he will admit it's kinda scatterbrained because same
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: (implied) child reader, it's just platonic fluff tbh
୨୧﹑words :: 724
well here we go ig turns out the first everything I write for a fandom is Uncle hcs 🤨 shoutout to my Uncle ig? where did this phenomenon come from (゚▽゚*) anyway Leona seems like he'd play bite baby's lil lion ears when they're misbehaving to scare them like an "I'm gonna call the boogeyman" type thing 😭✋ I rest my case
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when you were young enough to have to crawl around the floor Leona found watching you to be much easier to some extent, though he did not appreciate having his hair pulled on and chewed and is still weary every time you try to grab his hair.
thankfully years of pulling your tail and threatening to steal it has deterred you from that. Going home over break is sometimes hell, sometimes not. It's better than when there are events that allow outside guests to come and see them as Leona knows you'll be so full of energy and so excited to see him. He just can't bring himself to throw you off after you jump on him and latch onto his arm. Annoying perhaps but he finds your affections to be endearing at the best of times. Seeing you get so excited to see him more so than he's ever seen you to return to your Father strokes his ego just a little bit.
he just doesn't quite like the part where you complain that you write to him all the time and "Are getting way better at writing the letters now" in your own words, but don't ever get a response, then it becomes the questions of "When are you coming home?" and Leona has to shake you off and send you back on your way as he makes up some excuse about your Father worrying about you.
he does enjoy spending time with you much more when you're controllable, especially at bedtime when Leona begrudgingly agrees to tell you stories or lets you crawl into his bed under his blankets and curl up at his side where it's warm. Leona much prefers this arrangement, though he will yawn and complain that you're getting too big to be there and taking up all the space on the bed. The worst part is waking up to your little hands shaking him, usually because you want something and can't reach it, or just don't know how. You might just be lazy like him.
the little whines for your Uncle to get up are annoying at the best of times, but Leona finds himself unable to resist when you pull at his arms with all your strength. You could never hope to pull him up on your own but the dedication to get him out of bed sways him for just a few minutes.
when Leona comes home over the holidays he makes sure to make sure that if you want to be attached to him you're at least taken care of: teeth brushed, properly bathed, fed, ears and tail groomed, socks on at all times. If you don't he'll ship you back to Falena in his own words. Every time you challenge him at that with some remark about how "How are you gonna ship me back to Dad?" always met with "In a box" and Leona frankly doesn't care when you tell him that's against the rules (which you probably only know because you tried to ship Cheka somewhere).
Leona tends to problem solve that by pulling you down onto the floor and tickling you in his lap so you'll forget that and justify the need for you to wear socks all the time by kicking at his arms until he stops. Without the socks you always scratch him. He can hand the gnawing on his hands when you bite. Leona isn't fond of going out, just staying in and letting you play until you start to get tired, inviting you to take a nap with him even in the middle of the day.
he often tells you that it doesn't matter what you do with your time, since you're also the second child like he once was, but tries his best to pay attention to your studies and support you to try anyway. Leona's point is never really to become as lazy as him, but to become something other than just an heir. "It'll make you feel better than a throne" is his only reason, maybe that's why you like him so much. 'Other things' is a bit big to think about though. Even if Leona is not really King outside of his school unlike your Father is, you might like him better. Being something like a real King sounds super boring anyway.
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eviltiddyproductions · 10 months
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Vincenzo : Episode 20
I love how globally we've all decided that when one of our main leads gets shot, there will be a slow motion realisation
spoilers for rizzoli and isles but after seeing rizzoli shoot someone through shooting her body, i am always worried if the person trying to protect someone from getting shot has managed to shield their person 💀 #tvtraumatings
it's just her shoulder though? isn't it? I can't see. i know she's gonna make it because protagonist tings
why has everyone else stopped lol
brother you're still alive !!!
it has actually taken me so long to complete this show lol.
it is. it is her shoulder!
also i just realised making her wear those earrings, i should've clocked earlier than her walking alone that she was gonna get kidnapped
now 💀✋ i would be gone too if i got in the shoulder so let me not critique.
they're acting like she died though! get her help !!! do something
the little brother is the brother that's stepping up
NO HE SHOT HIM NOOOOOO
My girlie is gone after a shoulder shot how will you survive this 😭😭😭 NOOO
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Chayoung's awake now ?!??? what are we doing here
i really dislike all of you rn 😭😭😭
EVIL CEO you're toast
no no no 😭
slow as a turtle the day we needed you to be fast. pick it up Vince
MY LITTLE BROTHER IS DYING!???
no he's going for real. why did I think he'll make it 😭
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come back ?!??? 😭
OH I LOST
someone lied to me because i thought he was going to make it oh I'm mad. I'm sorta done....
the way i kind of don't even care anymore 💀✋
I think this brother was the person someone wrote a big ass post about once as to how this was rude, painful and necessary (paraphrasing here) but i get them so bad now
we're playing soft uplifting music when my guy is already gone 😭😭😭
and we're still not together and are friends as if y'all didn't almost give up your life for each other. FREE ME.
so funny how if evil lawyer queenie had not messed with our girl's dad none of this would've happened.
the gentle caressing is cute 🥺 we're not in the friends territory anyway. we've moved. i have said it 🧑‍⚖️
the building people are adorable as heck lmao my goon gasped when his hair almost got attacked
I'm an impatient and heartbroken bitch so I scrolled a little and the scene of vincenzo and the little brother appears to be a memory or a dream. baited me real good 🤩 i really thought he was gonna make it
y’all I’ll write the second half when I’m awake but how did this finale rob me of so many things omg ?!!! at least I got a kiss.
I’ll say 3 things : building people I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I think our girl should’ve gotten the right to go after evil lawyer lady with him, she lost her dad to her shenanigans and that it’s true I truly did not care about the evil CEO going 💀 I was like bye I guess
why would they rob me of a romantic few last minutes. did we get it ? yes but to be fair we did not. I knew they’d at least acknowledge their feelings but he had to leave as well and that has me feeling empty and half happy. 🥲
anyway !!! done with Vincenzo. It was a very good journey so I’ll come back with a better head to speak about it. I just feel bummed out with this finale
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Tbh I fear that something really fucking big on the qsmp is gonna happen and I'm not gonna know- because I'm still desperately trying to catch up with the lore and the streams but to get the full picture I have to watch so- so many different POVs
And I don't have time for that- 😭✋
Literally just now ppl were reblogg shit like crazy and I saw a half photo of like, fucking some swords in the sand when I was looking at my notifications, and I was so worried that like something had happened-
Like
It's honestly not funny anymore how behind I am-
Eh Ig I'll just keep posting my silly little aus for now- 💀 bc thats the only thing I can post about qsmp bc I know my own aus- but definitely not cannon!
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eviltiddyprodnz · 10 months
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xo kitty : episode 3
the amount of grass and laws on the terrace in this city drone shot 🫨
dae's house is actually beautiful
aww his sister is adorable and already teasing him 💀
did his dad not hear his daughter practically yelling dae's business
aww he's a sweet dad but tell him what they're making you do babe 😭
he's got the sweetest little voice with his sister. is she named Bora 🚨💜!?!
'i already get made fun of school anyway' my baby 😭😭😭 everything in this show is so casually said 💀 protect Bora please
'kitty you're still here' i got excited thinking he's going to talk and he's just changing to leave 😭✋
they're both pulling off shirts so well. i could never
they're having an honest conversation 🙏🙏🙏. I SAID IT TOO FAST for once let him complete his point about Yuri ffs
the weird voiceover mixing is here again
kitty :(
my girl Yuri being ignored by her girlfriend NOOOO 😩. her calling her dad daddy still gets me 💀✋the mom has a such a soothing voice. literally what could've happened with kitty's mom to be this weird with her years later. I'm sure it's something unserious.
people never knock anymore. my girl was robbed off of a kiss and is now being ignored 😭
not to jinx but the pacing has gotten better
Yuri baring her emotional soul on a simple walk to the school. Hug her 😭😭😭 oh my god I'll get into my screen and smack the paparazzi away!
aww he's giving her a piggy back ride. dae for president! he is also never getting kitty back 😭
Julianna came back !!! but for a second the white raincoat made my girl look like a kidnapper !
don't worry Yuri! one thing about sapphics they make it through distance and time 🙏💕
she changed her expression so fast nooo Julianna don't leave !!!
no this Australian teacher about to be Kitty's only friend in school 💀😭
They're reading Almond !??
Kitty losing the smart kid card as she moves, relatable 😭
the cafeteria scene just reminds me of someone posting that the thing they found very unrelatable about this show was her getting 1 cupcake in the school lunch 💀
why are they just saying rude loud mean things about her to her face ??? at least other shows make it more acting than words
damn Kitty and Dae have been together for years? gotta watch the third movie now
the Dae actor is cute as heck even Kitty's melting
Kitty please settle in before trying to be a match maker i beg. 😩🙏 unless Florian turns out to be her tutor, then we can work with this
wait what if her mom had a crush on Kitty's mom that would actually slay!
he's so happy to get his sister shoes😩💜
okay Australian teacher, you're funny. you've got my vote
just breathe and let poopy baby slide🧘
I knew she was going to get on Q's side by matchmaking but slay !!!
Oh the poopy baby actually was a thing that others knew about. 💀 I thought she actually meant it as a drag.
Yuri has a point but Dae really is never gonna get with Kitty like this. Nooo
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he made that decision immediately 😩 now I gotta get off team Dae. like Minho has been a jerk from the first mircosecond and you've not been there for her or honest to got here but one slip and you're removing the necklace and breaking up!?? JAIL
She's taking a photo with the Grade 11 board. The tradition is still alive and well
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I think your mom or her friend had a baby here but plot twist !!!!
it's getting fun!
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tripleahyperfixator · 2 years
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Random food headcanons for Steven ft. Marc and Jake👍✨ (why? Idk some of these are just things I like too tbh)
PRETEND ALL OF THESE ARE VEGAN
Has lollipops with images in them(specifically galaxy ones)
LOVES chocolate pieces that look like rock candy, especially the rainbow ones since it reminds him of Gus/Gus 2.0 even though they didn't have the little rocks in their tank-
Likes 3D jelly fruit you can bite into
Yokan Wagashi but the clear kind with little goldfish in it because I think it's cute
Carries around those candies you get in a tin and covered in powdered sugar
Even though London is apparently one of the most vegan friendly places it's still one of the most expensive places too💀 and with Steven's salary I doubt the idea that he can eat out a lot so! Solution? He can cook, or at least bake ✨ and I think his favorite thing to make would be vegan pastas (relatively easy to make and delicious)
I imagine he knows all the little hole in the wall places (probably because of Jake let's be honest) and goes there when he's feeling down and needs a nice fresh/cheap meal or dessert
He's not close with his neighbors but he does make welcome cookies sometimes
He buys moon cakes because he thinks its funny😭
He also definitely has bought those "astronaut food" things and liked it (Marc and Jake find them randomly across the apartment)
He likes trying street foods whenever Marc or Jake drags the body to a different place and then complains about not being able to eat it again once they get home
After he learned Marc was in the military he tried MREs, his favorite was the lemon poppyseed pound cake (yes this is a genuine mre dessert I asked Google 😭)
Refuses to eat bananas after seeing an image of a banana spider
Tasted Marc's cooking once and refuses to let him cook ever again,, HE'S A MILITARY/SURVIVAL MAN HE'S PROBABLY SHIT AT COOKING GOOD FOOD NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND😤
Loves Jake's cooking (he got tips from Gena and just look at him,, come on) but Jake very rarely cooks so Steven is stuck begging for the recipes AT LEAST
Jake refuses to give them with the excuse "they are secret family recipes I can't just GIVE them away"
Definitely one of those people that try those ancient culture recipes for things and probably regrets it more often than not
Will try all fair food at least once (unless Marc or Jake tells him that it's a not a food their body processes well 💀)
Has actively prevented Marc and Jake from eating frog because "I CAN HANDLE THE OTHER MEAT BUT FROG?? NO WAY IN HELL MATES! THINK OF THEIR LITTLE FACES🥺"
Sometimes will ask Marc or Jake to try non-vegan foods for him and then describe it because he's curious
He'll make smoothies and protein shakes for Marc and Jake because they refuse to make it themselves "We can't get the flavor exactly like you do it 🥺"
Buys chocolate cigars/cigarettes because he likes the taste,, and then also laughs at Jake when he grabs the chocolate cigs instead of the actual ones
Likes making those fruit basket thingys where the watermelon is the container
His fav fruit is grapefruit (Jake's is coconut and Marc's is mango)
I may do more I may not jfhdj I love making these kinds of headcanons for characters tho😌👌✨ mostly I'm just worried for the new episode so I'm making funny little posts to cope💀💀 SEE YA TOMORROW WHEN JAKE IS FINALLY GONNA BE HERE✋🙄 Hope y'all have a good night/morning/day✨ and I hope that this lighthearted post soothes your guy's fears a bit😭
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My finals actually did go well but yes, at the same time exam time is a bitch - leaves you feeling like a zombie (atleast in my case 💀)
TOO MUCH CREDIT???? nah tay (can I call u that? I assume that's what u go by from ur blog description?) I have been a fan of ur smaus since that heeseung one (+ the Jay enemies to lovers kinda fic - can't forget that 👌) and till now I haven't been disappointed 💅🏽
Ohhh and I have been checking out some series too. The recent one I think was alchemy of souls - I'm still waiting for new episodes + I have been rewatching bridgerton s2 and still crying out how they did kathony dirty(absolute shit promo) (made them a subplot in their own season hello ✋😭 I have been coming on Tumblr n writing essays on it bcoz it's the only thing I can do 🚶🏾‍♀️)
Also yes I will have to finally leave home to study after the admissions are done (which is after all the results are announced). This will also be the first time leaving home for me so as excited I'm for the future, it's also somewhat daunting - I just know I'll be homesick after a week at most lol (but I'll have to move on and do my best to fit in 😅)
Oh really?? I'm so glad for you! To be honest, I'm not really sure how mine went, but I didn't get an email telling me to write supplementary exams so ig I either passed or I failed so badly that I didn't even qualify for it💀 I get my results next week so ig I'll find out soon🤪
And yes ofc you can call me Tay! Pls I'm genuinely glad you liked my stuff so far (hope I don't disappoint in the future🤧) . And my Jay ff😭 Pls I'm genuinely still planning on doing little dabbles for that one!
I'm not really a big series watcher rn,, though I do know which ones ur talking about! But idk plot wise😭I always SAY I'm gonna watch them, but I never end up doing it. I was literally watching business proposal a few weeks ago but I stoppes on like episode 8 and never looked back😔 but Alchemy of souls you say? My friend mentioned it as well! Is it any good? Cause I might give it a watch. I think the 2nd lead from extraordinary you is in it right?
Also, on leaving home for the first time💔 It's probably inevitable that you will get homesick, but hopefully wherever you're going will treat you well🤍 I know it would be super challenging for me. Especially bc I don't think I'm able to make new friends easily, but at some point we all gotta leave our safety net😭 Time flies tho, so hopefully once you get into the swing of things you'll be able to adjust and not miss home so much🤧 But those are worries for later, right?
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animeyanderelover · 2 years
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Could request Shigaraki with a darling who avoids sleep because of nightmares of the past abuse they suffered?
Why do I feel like this might apply for him as well😭?
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, touchiness, clinginess, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of past abuse
Haunting nightmares and sleeplessness
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✋Long story in short, this won’t sit well at all with Shimura. He’s quite attached to his s/o and that won’t change even after he has gained back his memories. The same fate still awaits everyone who made his s/o hurt in any way and that is simply their utter and complete decease from this world, not even a single bone will remain. So whoever is responsible for this, they’re fucked up and that expresses it nicely. Though he appears to take it more calmly if we’re talking about him knowing his past, he’s by far not less outraged as he would have been during his more “bratty” phrase, most likely he’ll be even more ireful. Why the unknown person might ask? Because he knows, he knows far too well and for that anger is rolling over him like a storm flood and one look in his eyes and you know that he’s about to murder someone. Slowly, taking his time with each and every limb whilst laughing and humiliating them with a lunatic voice, they will die an agonizing and regretful death.
✋Comforting his darling on the other hand is a bit more difficult and it’s something Tomura finds himself getting highly frustrated over, especially during his younger days where he has not the most patience he will throw a tantrum. Kurogiri probably had to worry a bit about his blood pressure. Shigi hasn’t been really taught any of those things, with memories or not. The biggest part of his life he has just been spent with hating and condemning the whole world and humanity, killing people and being basically raised to do what most people see as doing evil. So he doesn’t know how to help and to be very honest, knowing that he doesn’t know has him going definitely a bit mad. His darling’s health matters despite the somewhat messy life they have been dragged in thanks to him, so much more if he has finally regained his memories because as I said, he cares. In fact you are the person he cares probably most about so he’s kind of fixed on helping you with your nightmares and enabling you to sleep.
✋Naturally at first he kind of hopes that his presence might help in some way, though with or without his memories, he’s going to be a bit awkward about it all. It’s his first time comforting someone so he can only apply the little bit of knowledge he has caught here and there. He’s in either case not a deep sleeper himself so he has time at night to watch over his darling. It’s probably a bit creepy, but he at the very least believes that it might help. If that isn’t going to work, he can always go for the second option to find someone who might possess a good Quirk to assist him in this situation. Shigaraki has his connections, especially if we’re talking about him being the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Finding someone with a fitting power won’t be that hard and he has no problem threatening someone if they don’t want to lend their Quirk for help. Playing a therapist isn’t one of Tomura’s strengths either, even if he probably clarifies that he will still try to listen.
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genshin can seriously make the most subbiest boys and the fandom will still make them a dom 🙄😒
LIKE HOW DO THEY SEE VENTI AS A HARD 🥵 SEXCIE💦DADDY😩DOM😈?!?!?!!? THAT MF WILL PROBABLY BE LIKE “OOPS DROPPED MY PEN 🙈” THEN PROCEED TO SHOVE HIS ASS IN YOUR FACE WHEN HE PICKS IT UP ✋🙄
SAME THING WITH GOROU😟 HE FUCKING WHIMPERS WHEN YOU PET HIS EARS 🥴HE HUGS HIS TAIL WHEN HE SLEEPS 😩 IF THAT AINT THE SUBBIEST SHIT YOUVE EVER SEEN GET YOUR EYES CHECKED 🙄
AND THE FANDOM BE LIKE “but he’s a man and they’re supposed to ruin our pretty little cunts 🥺👉👈” STFU ☺️🖕UR CUNT PROBABLY SMELLS LIKE SEAFOOD THATS WHY ZHONGLI DONT LIKE YOU 🤪 JUST CUZ THEYRE BIG AND SEXCIE 🥵 DONT MEAN THEY GOTTA BE LIKE “come here bbg 😩sit on daddy’s lap or you’ll get a spanking 😈💦”
CUZ THEY FR WRITE GOROU LIKE “such a naughty girl 😈 seems like u need some punishment 😩 don’t worry, daddy will go easy on you 🥵💦let’s see if you can take my massive cock 🤪” WHAT MASSIVE COCK 🤨 MY GUY PROBABLY HAS A TINY ASS DICK💀BUT THATS OK CUZ ITS CUTE 😩 PROBABLY MASSIVE TO THEM CUZ THEYRE Y/N AND THEYRE 4’2 🥺
now I’m not saying this about every sub reader, I’m talking about the ones who are like
“only women r subs and all guys are big daddy doms who punishes ur pretty little pussy and have massive dicks the size of Jupiter🥺👉👈and women can’t be dom bc that’s not normal!!!!! their cunts are supposed to be used and ruined by men 😡 and why would he like pegging? that’s gay😣”
stfu im not going to scrape my knees kneeling down for a man 😜 and how is it gay when it’s a woman and a man having sex 🧐
LMAO SORRY ABT MY LONG ASS RANT I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS SHIT OFF MY CHEST 💀😭
IM CRYING I LAUGHED THROUGHOUT READING THIS WHOLE RANT EVEN THOUGH I 100% AGREE 💀💀 LIKE HOW YOU GON LOOK AT GOROU AND BE LIKE zamn zaddy 😈???? literally the most subby man in genshin. like I'm not shaming .... like what you like but goddamn....
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kalliyen · 2 years
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Surface Pressure
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Pairing: Jay Park x GN!Reader
Genre: Comfort, Fluff
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Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them
Picture Credits: Pinterest
Mentions of: Pressure, Worn Out, Stress, Crying
Disclaimer: Only a work of FICTION! I mean no harm to (member) or the rest of Enhypen. This is only for entertainment and to make people happy, I mean no harm any of the members Thank You.
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You were so tired. Absolutely drained of any emotion other than stress.
You don't even know what day it is today or what time is it anymore. The only thing in your line of sight was all your left assignments and pending student council papers you were yet to do.
It's safe to say, you needed a break. Dearly. But you can't seem to give the time you need to care of yourself.
Your Boyfriend, Jay was getting seemingly worried for you by the second, while he was very impressed by your dedication, he still wanted you to do your work with a full fuel, not only getting by on scraps.
"Y/N? My love, it's time to take a break. Please?"
This routine has been going on for about an hour, Jongsung trying to get you to take a break, you swatting him away with '5 minutes Jay.' or, 'Baby, I'd love too,,but I really need to finish this!!' He let you go for a while to make you (favorite dish) which he was sure to persuade you to take a break.
Finally finishing one task, you decide to take a quick 2 minute bathroom break, but ultimately failing when an alluring smell from the kitchen pulls you in, next thing you know you’re scarfing down on the food Jay had made you.
When you finished your meal, you guiltily looked down and said an almsot undeciphirable apology.
"What are you sorry for love?"
"I'm sorry for being so..stubborn to take a break--It's just..I really want to do good to impress my parents and maybe finally, get their validation...They're always occupied with (sibling) and they sometimes forget they also have me..I don't have any talents either, so the only validation I can get from them is academic validation.."
Jay felt his heart break a little bit. How could you think of yourself like that?
"Honey, you're more than academics. You’re the sweetest person I know. And how dare you say you don't have any talents? You're very good at (talent) and a lot more stuff! Your personality is also a bonus, I'm sure your parents also think of you. So please, if you feel anything less than good, talk to me? Okay?"
Trying to stop your uncontrollable sobbing, you barely let out a respponse.
"Okay..can we cuddle for a while?"
"Of course honey. When you feel much better we can work on your assignments together. Alright? For now get some sleep my darling"
"Thank You Jongie. I love you."
"I love you to y/n. so much."
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<3 FEEL FREE TO GIVE SOME FEEDBACK! I LOVED WRITING THIS! 😭✋ 🥰♥
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