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scodeeyodee ¡ 8 months
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kithtaehyung ¡ 9 months
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ryen is this canon 3tan yoongi talent?
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvrshx3smOq/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
now i need a hundred plushies from him 😭 he's not going anywhere 😭
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“What the fuck?”
He’s laughing. You just witnessed him effortlessly grab a third plushie from a clearly rigged claw machine and he’s laughing!
“No, seriously, this is some wizard shit,” you accuse, unblinking as he bends to grab his prize before wiggling it in triumph. “How are you so good at this?”
“I’m good at everything.”
Your scoff mixes with his mirth as you spin on your heel, arms now chock full of stuffed cats and one cute little frog.
But despite not wanting to further inflate the hot air balloon that’s his ego, you’re so in awe that you can’t help but comment,
“I’ve never seen someone do that before.”
“Yeah?” Beside you, Yoongi fetches something in his pocket. “Not even your brother? I think he got something from that one once.”
“Really?”
“Oh, wait. No, that was me again.”
And the gloater of the century secures his spot.
“I’m so tired of you.”
“Wait, wait,” he huffs out. “Look real quick.”
“Huh?”
As you turn his way, you only get a split second to recognize the phone in his long fingers.
Aimed right at you.
Did he just—
Your reaction should be words, like telling him to stop, or reminding him that he shouldn’t be doing anything much less taking a picture.
But what comes out instead is a blubbering, fumbling mess, and you lunge for the phone right before he backs up, grin stretching his face in the most devilish way.
“Yoongi—!”
“Hmm?”
“What are you—”
“So cute.”
He’s still holding the phone oh god it’s a video?
“Are you recording?”
His burst of laughter gives him away, and the butterfly wings tickling your stomach make you join him, even though you’re hyper hyper hyperaware of your surroundings now.
You don’t even know where the two of you stumble to, but you’re determined to not let him get away, bright colors and lights filling the night on all sides.
Finally, you clutch his hand as you squeeze all the plushies under an arm. “Give it!”
“No!”
“Yes!” You plead through a smile as you yank it from his hand.
But when you look at the screen, you discover that the video wasn’t even being recorded. Because the red button is still sitting there untouched.
…Why are you a tad disappointed?
Yoongi’s voice comes out soft,
“I know we can’t, doll.”
And he sounds a tad disappointed, too.
Still staring at the phone, you make a decision. A quick one. A small one.
But one you make purely for him.
Switching to Photo Mode, you raise the phone up high, scrunching your face against the mini bunch of stuffed animals before capturing this moment.
And it’s not until you hand his device back to him that you realize.
Holy shit.
You really just took a selfie with Yoongi’s phone.
“Keep it,” you whisper. “Or don’t, whatever.”
He’s just staring at you, device almost limp in his hand as he stands there.
“You.. You okay?”
“Come here.”
You’re pulled in before you can question further, a chaste but full kiss planted on your lips before you’re left to your own two feet again.
“Let’s go find them,” he leads, voice low. “I think they’re almost done with the ride.”
“K,” you oblige, shyly following his sure strides and straightened back.
Smiling against a fluffy stuffed cat when you see that he’s still looking at his phone.
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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!
series: three tangerines
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anchoeritic ¡ 1 year
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hear me out. Jake Sully x reader hc... doing the devil's tango but Jake has to keep shutting the reader up cuz the kids are in the next room
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basketball anon i love u so much already.
• being in a position where he has your front pressed up against a tree, back arching for him with your ass up. one hand is holding your hip while the other is securely clapped over your mouth, limiting your noises. his cock is sunk deep inside your pussy, the tip brushing over your cervix every time his hips move into a stroke.
• the sounds of creatures and nature’s winds can be heard, the subtle claps of your skin being a little too hard to cover up. “deeper, jake,” your moans could barely be contained behind his hand, the pleasure nearly consuming you entirely.
• “shhh, honey,” he whispers into your ear, “kids are sleepin’,” his hips rock faster into yours making your eyes roll back. you’re gripping onto the tree for your dear life, body at complete bliss of the feeling.
• “‘m sorry, fuck,” you mumbled, breaking the silence. “feel you s-stretchin’ me out,” you cry out, grinding your ass on him. “‘m gonna cum.” your whimpers could barely be heard behind his palm, your teeth marks engraved into the skin of his fingers.
• at this point, he’s angry with you. remember that hand that was set on your hip? it’s now wrapped around your throat, holding onto your airways tightly.
• “what’d i fucking say,” he asks you through gritted teeth, “keep your fucking mouth shut.” he’s biting on your ear, nibbling at the top softly.
• “keep moanin’ like that and i promise you won’t ever get to fuckin’ cum, you understand me?”
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isaut ¡ 3 months
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Diluc feeling shy and troubled over his perverted thoughts for you lakdjfjfh i cant decide if it would sooner drive him away from you out of shame (making the yearning even worse) or if he’d suddenly be wanting to confess to you out of feeling like it’s the gentlemanly thing to do even though he wants you carnally HHHHHHH
it could certainly go both ways....
diluc drags his hands over his face. he debates spilling his inkpot over his journal to erase all the thoughts he just spilled out on the page. each pen stroke was something more debauched than the last. it had started off innocent enough. started off like every other journal entry, with today's date and the recount of his day. breakfast, lunch, ride to angel's share. then you had entered.
he must ask you to stop wearing corsets that tight. that press your chest up so it bounces with every step you take. your lyre rests against the soft tissue and it makes diluc over pour.
he must ask you where you get your perfume so he can buy you as many bottles as you want. he must ask you to stop wearing your perfume, because it fills his senses and he wants to sniff you like a dog to ingrain the scent in his mind.
he must ask you to stop moving closer to patrons. they look too long at you, and it makes him want to wrap and arm around you and protect you from their lustful gazes, to press you up against a wall and kiss you until he's breathless. the only lustful gaze you should be under is his own.
he gets lost, here. because he doesn't know where he wants to ravage you. is it on the bar top, so no one ever glances your way again? is it in the cellar, so your skin is cold and your nipples are hard? do you bruise easily? would you let him press his face against your breasts for hours and all but latch onto your nipples?
no. he needs to ravage you in the safety of the manor. he has to keep you away from lustful gazes, he needs to remind himself. he needs to remind you that you're his. you're his pretty little bard with a voice like the angels and the body of a succubus.
maybe you'll be the one ravaging him. maybe he'll confess, offer to walk you back to your apartment and admit he dreams of you. maybe you'll push him against the hallway, grab his coat by the lapels and pull him in for a kiss. maybe your kisses would be as lust filled as his own. maybe your hands are flying to his buckle before his can even begin with the strings of your corset.
he wonders if the rest of your body bounces the same way your breasts do. he wonders if when he thrusts inside you how you'll cry out: high pitched? low? surprised? relieved? relieved as he is to be buried inside you?
when he has you on your stomach will you grab the headboard? the pillows? reach between your thighs to feel where he's perfectly melded into you? he has to take you in his bed, it's the only place you're worthy of. no counter, no cellar. maybe he'll light the fire, have you sweat all over so he can lap it up.
lick stripes up your sweat-slicked skin, salty and sweet. lap between your legs, nip at the swell of your thigh, lap up the mixture of yours and his juices swirling together, leaking from your fluttering hole.
the inkpot seems poised, ready to be spilt. diluc lets his eyes glaze over the words one last time, and takes a deep breath. he wishes it was your essence he was breathing in, not the wood of the winery. one of his big, scarred hands reaches to adjust himself in his pants.
he ought to confess to you.
or start journaling in his night clothes.
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belovedapollo ¡ 4 months
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I was going through old boxes of letters and cards, I miss a certain kind of warmth that I felt in those days - but - I am in a happier place now ✉️ reblog is ok, don’t repost
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blueparadis ¡ 1 year
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I just got back from a camp that I was forced to go to help my lil bro but heyyy!!!! HRUUU here's an itoshi brothers thirst that no one asks for but yea: kaisers playing w my pussy while watching a movie is so ??? he is the type of person who will pull me onto his lap while watching a movie just for that omg
Sae does not bother about what movie is on the screen or whether you are watching it with rapt attention, unaware of his sneaky touches slowly pulling you against his body; once he has you under his arena, the real show begins. "You. be a good girl and focus on the movie. and I'll do my thing."
Rin is very adorable during movie nights. He will watch it beforehand just to give you all his undivided attention. He thinks you won't see through his plan but with his doe eyes watching you gather snacks, his bubbling excitement, and his restlessness are hard to ignore. He always needs to have you in between his legs, a blanket wrapped around both of you. Oh! don't get him wrong, he just wants to cuddle; just cuddling, that's it.
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jormation ¡ 7 months
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In the 1870s, 37 cats were tasked to deliver mail to local villages in Germany. However, the cats were not disciplined enough so it was quickly dropped
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jumpingjoltiks ¡ 4 months
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Sugar daddy submas all of it give it to me I love it so much
I want sexy train man to fund my life
God same. They would treat you so right.
Once full sugar daddy mode has been engaged, the twins often send you gifts on top of your usual allowance. It's typically something small or practical, but you can tell that they put thought and care into whatever they choose.
You mentioned how your heels hurt after a long evening of standing and dancing? In the next week, expect a paid visit to get a massage/pedicure and a pair of shoes that are so comfortable you vow never to wear your old ones again.
Are you in college or interested in learning something new? They've looked ahead and gotten you your supplies (and have already paid off the class tuition for the semester).
Has the weather gotten colder these last few days? A large box surprises you when you arrive home. Inside is a luxurious wool coat. It's so soft and warm - perfect for a walk out on their arms!
Do you like jewelry? They plan together to give you a gorgeous set of earrings with one black pearl and one white pearl.
Ingo likes to send flowers with his gifts. He chooses flowers for a small bouquet and has them sent over along with a handwritten note. It's such a nice touch, and it brightens up your whole apartment. Every time you look at them, it makes you think of him.
Emmet will always send a small present for your pokemon with his gift because he knows how much you dote on her. A cute collar that matches the necklace he sends you, a pokenip mouse toy, or even just a little treat. Send him a picture of purrloin with her present (or even better, you enjoying yours) and he'll be over the moon.
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chappellrroan ¡ 2 months
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wallah ur the only girly that gets me bc why is everyone reblogging with middle/only...
LMAO SAME this is why it's important to keep up with your mutual's lore
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bakerstreethound ¡ 1 year
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♦️ and ♒️ for our boy Dream!
Domestic Dream of the Endless
I'm sorry this took me eons to publish but it was a lot of fun to do. Domestic Morpheus is very cute and I hope you enjoy these ideas you brought about @roguelov
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Headcanon meme: ♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
I feel like Morpheus would like to knit or crochet. He likes to keep those long nimble fingers of his busy when he’d not crafting any nightmares or dreams and it would help relax his mind from his burdens if not only for a little while. Sometimes he will leave his little knit creatures on his desk and also probably sprinkle life into them so they become mini shadowy creatures and they end up having a fond attachment to Lucienne and Matthew. 
He likes creating dreams specifically catered to you, especially if/when you’re having a hard time falling asleep, or have insomnia. 
He gets bored when you're not around so he'll shift into his cat form and wander around your dwelling to explore, because it's more fun that way, until a flour bag falls on top of him once. You laughed hysterically when you saw the camera footage while at work;you definitely showed the footage to Hob you doubled over at the New Inn gripping the table hard so he could catch his breath. Morpheus didn’t hear the end of that for months, or was it years? 
Forehead kisses. (He starts doing it when he’s more comfortable around you). Especially if you’re shorter than him, before he leaves to go back to the Dreaming or wish you sweet dreams, he never hesitates to give you a forehead kiss and it becomes his own little ritual for you, though you catch him giving Hob one once which makes you melt too. 
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
At first I feel like Morpheus wouldn't be the best at it, but you gradually teach him and he wants to learn your favorite dishes so he (maybe along with Hob or Cori) can help make them when you've had a bad day, or for a domestic date night at home.
He learns to cook your favorites and perfect them as best as he can. Sometimes you take him out to experience the meals you enjoyed both as a kid and adult. 
If you had a long day and forgot to eat, he will not let this slide by and softly convince you to eat something small even if it is a little broth and a slice of bread. You will not go undernourished on his watch. He does care deep down. 
You’ll be baking in the kitchen and sometimes he’ll sit on the windowsill in his cat form, absolutely mesmerized by the rhythm of your movements and just enjoys admiring you from afar. Bonus points if you pick him up in said cat form and nuzzle him to make him purr loudly. Extra bonus points if flour falls on his cat nose causing him to wheeze and pop back into his usual human form, which causes you to laugh at the offended, yet adorable look on his face.  
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diogenesz2020portugal ¡ 9 months
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Kedvenc postaládáim 📯
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scodeeyodee ¡ 2 years
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kithtaehyung ¡ 9 months
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3tan slice:
yoongi watching reader get ready 🍊
stopppp i love this :((( this is for the 3tan yoongi and irl yoongi missers (at least, one of the things i have planned<;333)
"How about this one?"
Oh, you're back already. Adjusting his arm, Yoongi lifts his head to check his phone screen, wondering if you're gonna pass up this next dress too despite him liking the hell out of it.
"Is that new?"
Your smile is truly one of his favorite things.
"Yeah! Got it when I went shopping with Yuri. Well. She made me get it."
When you pout, do you know how it affects him?
Yoongi just huffs through his nose, settling into the crook of his elbow and letting the warmth of afternoon coat his shoulder. Casting a quick look out his blinds, he wishes you were here instead, coming in and out of another closet that comes to mind.
"Is it bad? Damn."
"Huh?" Shit, he never answered out loud. "Nah, that's the one."
"Oh, okay. You didn't say anything."
Still his problem. A million thoughts, with nowhere to go. "Sorry, doll. Just thinking."
You're in the middle of undressing offscreen, which is yet another thing he finds incredibly endearing. He can only see one of your elbows peek into the frame as you question,
"Work again?"
"You," he corrects, full of sleepiness and void of hesitation.
"Oh."
Eyes fully shut, Yoongi doesn't lift them again until you fetch for another opinion. Which is longer than he expects because you go fully silent for a bit.
"Okay, how's this?"
His eyes flicker open seconds before his heart skips.
Fuck.
He hasn't felt his chest beat like that in a minute.
Are words coming out this time? Or is his tongue as uncooperative as his brain? Why can't he say the simplest shit when you're just standing in front of him? Fuck, he can't even articulate anything but he just knows you're fucking beautiful.
When the hell did you steal his voice, too?
"I'll let you sleep," you whisper, and he hates how down you sound because should never have a reason to feel that way. "Just text me when you can, yeah?"
If he can't say how he feels, Yoongi goes for the second option. And he's not letting that one fail. "Come over when you're done."
"Wait, what?"
He adjusts his head again, slanting a bit higher to admire everything about you. "After your dinner."
"You need to sleep..."
Why are you so considerate when it comes to him? What did he ever do to deserve anything you're willing to give? He's thought about these things so much that they take up most of his sleepless, tired nights. "You're gonna keep me up looking like that anyway."
"But.. what about.."
"I won't take long."
"You sure?"
"No."
God. Yoongi will never, ever get over the ways you try to hide that shyness. There's no way he can stop his grin, and when you make him swear it will be quick, he also can't stop himself from teasing yet again,
"Depends on how long you last."
"Alright, bye," you deadpan, giving him sweet rejection and hitting him where it hurts so good. But you smile once more, agreeing to come over but only for a tiny, tiny bit.
"That's all I need, doll."
"Prove it."
Oh.
He intends to.
Because you can make him speechless for now.
But when it comes to showing you how he feels?
There's no way you're shutting his ass up.
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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!
series: three tangerines
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anchoeritic ¡ 1 year
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what do u think jake sullys acts when hes horny or turned on
• he’d drop you subtle hints. when you’re in public or with the clan, he’ll sneakily wrap his arm around your waist and dig his face into your neck, like bearable pda.
• not unusual for you but unusual to the clan since you two never really liked showing pda, it was a lot more personal to you than jake, so he had to keep it on the low.
• you’d take it as a sign and try to slap his hand away but it only makes his arm grip tighter onto you and now he’s biting softly into your neck.
• he isn’t the type to beg but if it gets to the point where the ache is unbearable or you two are finally in private, he’ll literally get on his knees and work you out before he can let himself cum.
“c’mon, baby,” he kisses your hands, placing them on each side of his face. “give me some love.”
• he likes being a slut sometimes… and putting your hand where his bulge is to show you how you make him feel, even in public.
“you feel that, sweetheart?” whispering into your ear, “s’all here for you when you want it.” you let out a breath as you felt him grow harder beneath your palm.
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isaut ¡ 5 months
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32!
its so funny you say this. because like. this is such a chrollo x hisoka song. we gonna fight when i see you? that mean we gonna fuck. but its ok. im not writing that. megan drop your blog please. tw: reader reads acotar. chrollo x f!reader
send me a # and ill write a fic based on it!
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"so you're seeing him?" your best friend, deidra, asks. she's standing over you where you sit at your work desk, trying desperately to hide your phone.
"i'm seeing him, but not like that," you say quickly.
"you're glowing," deidra says. she places her hands on your desk and gets into your space. "you haven't glowed like this in years. how many times did y'all fuck?"
"we didn't fuck!" you defend, albeit poorly. poorly because you've never been a good liar.
"i'm done talking," you had admitted, setting your martini glass on the table. there's one more sip of an espresso martini left in it. incense circles in the air, and your knee is touching kuroro's.
his eyebrows had raised in surprise, and he set his glass down as well. two sips left. "did i say something?"
you shook your head, leaning into his space "no, what you just said about liza was really hot. i'm going to kiss you now."
kuroro did not mention that he nailed liza's characterization from perusing your copy of notes from the underground. instead he gave you a lopsided, boyish smile and shamelessly flits his eyes from your own to your lips. it went straight to your core.
deidra snaps her fingers in your face. you jolt in your seat, brought back to reality. "what?" you snap.
"just admit you fucked! was it good?" deidra presses.
was it good? gods...
you had gripped onto your pillows like there was no tomorrow. your heel was squarely pressing into the middle of kuroro's back, one hand on your waist and the other pulling back your mound to reveal your pretty puffy clit.
kuroro's lips had barely left yours, his tongue sweeping through your slick. his arm applied pressure the best it can to your thigh, feeling it begin to close in against him. you had let out countless, shameless moans and they reach a crescendo as your hand tangles in his hair. you didn't know if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
your back had lifted off the bed when he removed his hand there, fingers joining his tongue. the coil winding up inside you tightened as his finger joined his tongue, as it swirled around your hole, already tight from how close you had been...
you cross your legs, remembering how it only took two of his fingers slighting through the tightness of your hole to make you cum instantly. how he shamelessly lapped everything up. how wet his face had been. how wet he made yours by lifting him up your body, fingers still moving slowly within you, to capture your lips in a deep, breathless kiss. how you had tasted on his tongue. how his tongue— you clear your throat and set your phone aside, face down. after all, the text that's begging your response is flirty in nature. i have ideas about tonight. he'd been typing when deidra had walked in.
"fuck off, deidra. i'm trying to grade," you say, picking your pen back up.
deidra laughs. "is he better than rhysand?"
"yeah," you admit, clicking your pen. "he's real."
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belovedapollo ¡ 5 months
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received another beautiful letter from one of my penpals in the Netherlands 🌷 reblog is ok, don’t repost
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