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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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been sitting up going half crazy..thinking about Armin fucking you + acting like he’s in control. Hand around your throat, another on the headboard and all in your face but he’s screaming louder than you are. Hell, loud enough for the both of you. Crying and begging to come. That tight little cunt won’t stop sucking him and he can’t pull out, regardless of how dizzy he’s becoming. Just a whiny lil’ mess and he’s trying to be all dominant but it’s no use.. “y-yeah, baby? You like that? I know it feels s-so good!—“ but he’s the one losing his mind and you just find it so sexy how vulnerable he’s willing to be. Never shy about how much he loves being one with his girl. <33
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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year
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baizhu, more often than not, is exhausted by the time bubu pharmacy closes for the night. even though he stops and rests throughout the day, daily living is hard on his body. baizhu only lets his shoulders droop and his body sag when he walks through the threshold of your shared home. seeing your smile won't make the aches and pains go away, but it makes them more bearable. you take care of him.
you take care of him, too, when his pupils are dilated with arousal - when he's desperately humping against you, still clothed, and panting into your neck. he's tired, though. baizhu struggles with his stamina, and though he used to overexert himself in the bedroom, he knows now that you'll scold him if he tried. instead, you trail kisses down the long column of his neck until he's whining for more. you let your hands trace over his soft skin, teasing the hem of his pants with your finger so that he's flushed from face to chest.
you're still soft with him, though - you keep your touches gentle, soothe your hands over his body so that he can temporarily focus on the pleasure from your touch. he's not always able to withstand it - some days are harder than others, and his body is too tired. you'd never fault him for it. and some days, too, he has enough energy to pin you to the bed with your legs wrapped around him whilst he fucks into you.
on the softer days, though... on the days when baizhu reassures you that he wants more - that he can handle it, that he'll die if he doesn't get his cock in you right now... you'll let yourself sit atop him, knees on either side, as you ride him for as long as he can handle it. until he's coming hard and gripping your hips, letting your name fall from his lips over and over.
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sparkly-pansexsha · 8 months
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Like my primo | Luffy [OPLA]
(mini drabble) ᥫ᭡
Luffy is a prankster, a little bit 18+ but its in a joking way, you'll see!
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"Psst, bruises." You cracked an eye open and looked back at Luffy, his saucer wide eyes stared back at you in intrest as you hummed for him to state his reasoning for waking you up. He called you bruises because you could take a hit and get right back up during fights.
You just had a high pain tolerance and luffy clicked with you on such a down to earth level that he couldn't resist giving you a position on his crew.
You both were sharing a hammock since there weren't many rooms to be occupied alone and nothing seemed to bother you in your shared rest other than the fact that luffy snored, kicked, and sleep talked. But you could bare it, since you had a crush on him.
"I can't sleep"
"And how does that concern me?" Your low brown eyes stared into his as he nibbled on his lips. His gaze traveling to your own soft pair momentarily.
"Well, you're the reason?" He faintly smiled as you shifted to turn around, your ass brushing something hard. Despite his slender frame, luffy's hands gripped your hips to stay still.
"Luffy.." he shut his eyes in embarrassment and sighed, feeling your eyes burn on his lids.
"Are you fucking-"
"I couldn't control it! besides you just kept shifting and moving against me so it just?" He complained in a whisper, his accent coming through in a panic. You just closed your mouth and looked elsewhere, the strange thing is you weren't really uncomfortable.
After a long silence your body carefully turned around, trying avoid his erection as swiftly as possible.
"You know what you have to do." His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over your face in confusion.
"And that is...?" Your eyes widened until Luffy chuckled, "I'm kidding, I know what to do but, you want me to like– infront you?"
"No, just.. damnit." You got off the hammock and glanced at the tent in luffy's shorts instinctively, he caught you quickly. "Y/n." He teased with acussing tone, a smirk pushing up his lips and having his special scar ghost under his bottom lashes.
You twirled around and ignored the yearning feeling between your thighs when the mental image of him manspread over the hammock lingered in your mind.
"Go." You smacked the air behind you. His lit up irises started to lower in seriousness as his smirk still remained. Did you want to listen while he did, then and there luffy figured you out. His toungue swiped across his lip as you shifted from one foot to other.
"Can you help me?" You swallowed heavily.
"W-what?"
"Would you mind helping me?" You reluctantly turned your head to frown.
"You don't need my help?"
"Oh, but I do." He lowly rasped in croaky tone that you loved. "Luffy.. stop playing." A chuckle then released into the stale air, lighting the mood as you scoffed.
"You were fucking with me? Take it out- wait.. I meant-" Now the straw hat male laughed louder not caring for the rest of his crewmates that were most likely asleep, especially zoro.
"Shut up." You chuckled and got back on the hammock as luffy threw a plastic duckie out of his shorts. His laughter now dying down into a content sigh. His eyes were locked with yours the whole time, the moonlight accentuating his hueful pools of carob.
You fixed the straps of your top and saw him settle on his side, "You know what you remind me of bruises.." he started as your heart beat betrayed your nonchalant curiosity.
"What." Luffy smiled in the most charming way possible, his mouth hesitantly opening before closing to swallow like he changed his mind.
"you remind me of.. a primo I've known my whole life."
"Oh?"
"–yeah, night night!" he says enthusiastically before going back to sleep, his arm slinging over you at one point which leaves you awake for a few hours.
All you can think of being cousin-zoned and in this case, it's better than nothing. Even when the twinges of embarrassment are spiking in your system.
But little did you know, that was the closest luffy was gonna get to opening the vault of his large heart and admitting its strange feelings. He meant what he said but there was still a lot of things luffy left untouched on his plate that he hoped he would confess to you at the right time.
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Sunflowers-Jake Seresin 🥲💙
Thanks for playing, anon 🫶 Hope you like it 🥰
3k Celebration Mini Drabbles
“What’s your favorite flower?” Jake asks.
“Sunflowers,” you respond, narrowing your eyes. “Why, are you planning on apologizing for something?”
Jake grins and pulls you into an embrace. “Just for future reference,” he says. “I’m bound to fuck up at some point.”
You chuckle as he gives you a soft kiss on your shoulder. “What’s your favorite flower?” you ask.
“Whatever one’s gonna get me laid.” He lifts his head and smirks at you. “So, sunflowers, I guess.”
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zenmasterlover · 10 days
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*gang at frat party*
Hyde: Anyone seen Jackie?
Donna: your oh so perfect and classy girlfriend? *points over to Jackie*
Jackie: *drunkenly doing a keg stand while people crowded around and cheered for her*
Hyde: crap… *pulls Jackie off the keg*
Jackie: *slurring* oh I just love being the center of attention *blows kisses to the crowd while being slumped over Hyde’s shoulder*
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yuwumeniji · 1 year
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Hi! I really love reading your work!!! May I request a Shu or Ike scenario where the reader gets a haircut that is a big change, and how would the boy react? Thank you!!
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Haircuts
How do I look?
WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!
EXTRA NOTES: AAA MY FIRST ASK ILY ANON /p and thank you sm !!!! i hope this is good enough ^^
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Setting the stage
Just as the anon said, about a reader who gets a haircut that is a big change; the reader gets a drastically different haircut and just revealed it to the boys (aka 2 of them)
can be either platonic or romantic, it's a short drabble
only of shu and ike ... the other boys may be another time lmao
once again not proofread and this is my brain being spilled onto my phone keyboard lmao
MORE UNDER THE CUT!
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IKE EVELAND
caught off guard and a sputtering mess as soon as he lays his eyes on you
"Wha- hu- Wha- Wow- you look so great????"
for someone who should be good with words, ike could only make impressed noises and say wow you look amazing
aka he showers you with how much he adores the look and how you look a lot happier with the change, even though to others, it may just be another haircut
he's the kind of person to help you accessorize - hair clips, headbands, anything that suits you, he finds it all!
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SHU YAMINO
"oh, maybe i should do that with my hair too."
shu quietly finds it very nice, but doesn't say more than "it suits you" his reaction is very lowkey, but you can tell he thinks it suits you.
he thinks of it as something refreshing and he likes how happy you look with the change
he does his fair share of hair care research - from stupidly straight hair to thick curls, shu wanted to help you in any way with keeping up with the hairstyle change and even gives you tips based on the things he has read online
lots of content humming when he sees you take his advice (or not, he's just happy to see you happy)
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pinkanonwrites · 1 year
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headcanon of the octa-trio responding to a customer that's a complete karen, pls
Sure thing! A short but silly one coming up.
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The most patient of the three, but only barely beating out Jade. For Azul, his business comes first above all else. If he's pushed too far he will retaliate in a more sneaky, under-the-table manner, but Azul would rather shoot himself in the foot than tarnish the name of his own business. He puts up with way too much, but always somehow ends up getting out of it with the upper hand.
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Jade is the type of guy to be perfectly polite and amicable to an unruly customer's face, then head to the back and pour some used dishwater into the bottom of their expensive cocktail. He gets his chances to retaliate when Azul needs someone kicked out, so he does his best to keep the rest of the hate close to his chest, to only be used on the people who deserve it the absolute most.
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Inevitably, fists are gonna start flying. Floyd has a very low tolerance for other people's stupid bullshit, and he's not afraid to land a few punches on anyone who's making his free and easy life all that difficult. Jade has to run interference to keep it from turning into a total slugfest.
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the-last-quest · 24 days
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Nine’s tails were a part of him, mechanical or no.
He had had them for so long that they were almost no different than his biological tails.
They reacted to his thoughts without him actually having to think about it, responding to his emotions without any specific prompting.
So when it was finally him and Sonic, when he finally let himself feel all the hurt and pain that the other had caused him, his tails reacted before he even noticed.
He could say they were damaged during the fight and he couldn’t control them.
Or he could say that it was the prism energy that made them malfunction.
But he knew that wasn’t the case.
It was his feelings that made them lash out.
It was his fault.
He didn’t want this though.
He never wanted this.
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redjaybird · 1 month
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"-And we are not to stir trouble during our stay here, alright? That goes especially for you, Finch!" the Captain ordered when they arrived at the northern port.
"Yeah, yeah!" Jay shrugged it off.
Jamesway put his hand on Jay's shoulder, firmly, to keep him from walking away. "I mean it. If I hear word of you doing one miss-step, I'm locking you in the brig, and you can freeze in there, Finch. No massacres from you during these months so suspicion doesn't get thrown at us."
"I got it, Captain," he said, rather sharply. It was going to be an aggravating, rough few to several months for Jay. "An' don' worry too much about guards or any similar such things. They won' be the ones you have to worry about."
"If you mean that in a 'no witnesses left to report' sort of sense.. You remind me of someone I once knew, sometimes. No massacres, Finch. And get to your new job while we're here." And he released Jay's shoulder.
"Aye, Captain, sir," Jay finalized, and headed off.
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darnalearnstowrite · 8 months
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in the mirror, velvet barbed wire
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"If we, you and I, had met each other as mortals... would you have wanted me, do you think?"
He scoffed, a little peevishly. "Everybody wants you, you know that."
"That is not a 'yes'."
This softly, eyes wide and dark, one finger curling idly around a lock of his hair.
He lifted an eyebrow and shifted his weight, fingers creeping to thread into auburn curls. "It's not?"
Yes, you imp. Yes.
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chrollohearttags · 9 months
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musician!eren fucking you in public because he knows the cameras are always watching. Bending you over the balcony of the hotel you’re staying at because he knows the paps are waiting outside. Letting your round tits sway against the guard railing whilst he feeds you deep strokes and hopes someone hears it. Sloppily kissing on you in the club and clutching your throat as the liquor works it way through your systems. Completely aware that some of the partygoers are hoping to be the first to upload your faces on the internet. Fingering you in traffic as you sit with your legs spread in the passenger seat of his McLaren and getting you to reach that sweet little climax just when the light is changing because he spotted the sleazy journalist in the car next to you; trying to get his lens up fast enough to capture the shot. “C’mon, princess. No need to get all shy…if it’s a show these bastards want, we can give ‘em one, right?” Encouraging you as you ride him poolside and drip down his shaft. Hands to his chest and head tossed back. “Y-yes! Oh fuck..” whimpering out as that thick cock stretched your insides. Certain that TMZ or some other stupid ass blog is lurking not too far around the corner. So you’d put on quite the performance, just in case they wanted to snap a couple photos..
“That’s my girl. Give ‘em something to talk about.”
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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year
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cw: pregnancy, tooth-rotting fluff. much softer than my usual stuff, but this idea got stuck in my brain. diluc ragnvindr x wife!reader. sfw.
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diluc is not outwardly sentimental - at least, he gives off that impression to those not in his inner circle. those closest to him though — you, his beloved wife, adelinde, and even kaeya — know the truth. dawn winery is full of trinkets and objects that once belonged to his father and mother, and his desks are stuffed full of small mementos.
if one were to open his personal desk, they may find a pressed flower from you, a particularly pretty rock from razor that'd he shyly given diluc, a cocktail napkin from the cat's tail that diona had drawn an angry face on... little things, that remind him of mondstadt's good. things that remind him of his humanity. and there are big things, too. the paintings that his father painted for his mother still fill the walls of the winery... and even that hideous vase kaeya bought him. oh, diluc complains about it, but he'd never get rid of it.
the moment diluc hears about the kamera, he knows he has to have one. to be able to remember such precious things with a picture instead of his memory, which could warp and distort things over time... it's the perfect tool for a man like diluc. he'll feign nonchalance about the whole thing, but he's first in line to receive one. of course, as the owner of dawn winery, the company in fontaine that produces kameras is practically shoving it into his hands.
there's one specific reason why diluc is so anxious to get a kamera.
you, his darling wife, are pregnant. diluc had been beyond words when you'd told him - a mix of overwhelming love and fear had shocked him quiet. his urge to protect you grew tenfold, and his love for you grew even deeper. of course, diluc was hellbent on taking care of you in every conceivable way. it wasn't enough for him, though. he wanted to be able to remember these moments vividly, to keep them locked securely in his heart. and diluc wanted to keep the memory of you, round belly and glowing face, as pristine as possible. you were beautiful beyond words.
so, when you find yourself being led outside by an excited diluc (muted as he may be around others, his excitement over your pregnancy had led him to be more open than usual), you have no idea what to expect. adelinde had delivered you a pretty, hand-sewn dress that diluc had made for you. it fit you perfectly - gauzy and loose while framing your pregnant belly. it was comfy, too.
diluc leads you to a particularly scenic area, and in front of you stands a strange machine, propped up by another device.
'honey?' you ask, confused but happy to go along with whatever diluc had planned. he smiles at you, soft, and explains what the machine is. a photograph... how novel, and how very like diluc to be interested, you think to yourself. he arranges the two of you in position so that the kamera will catch everything. the kamera had a mode to take several pictures at once without someone behind it, so you wait patiently while diluc sets it up and rushes back for the incoming photos.
diluc's smiling face, his hand resting gently on your belly, while you look at him lovingly. a picture of diluc kissing your cheek, sly expression hidden behind his flaming red hair. a picture of diluc knelt on the ground beside you, his expression reverent as he looks up at you, head resting against your stomach.
each photo is printed in succession, and when the kamera stops taking photos, diluc goes over to carefully collect them from the machine. they had come out perfectly, only a couple in the set ending up blurry.
when you wake up after an afternoon nap, you're not surprised to see the pictures hung up around the winery's top floor. when you go to find diluc in his office, you see him holding the photo of him knelt by your belly in his hand, a smile on his lips.
oh, diluc could pretend he wasn't sentimental all he wanted, but the photo he held tight in his hands proved otherwise.
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missjanjie · 1 year
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maybe some sashnetra angst or h/c if you’re still taking prompts!
yessss pls send some y’all <3
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“Annie…” Sasha started, tentatively approaching her, gingerly placing a hand on Anetra’s shoulder, but recoiling when she jerked away.
Anetra didn’t turn to look at her, focusing more intently on cooking dinner. “I thought we had an agreement, Sasha. I told you I didn’t care what you did at your bachelorette party as long as you stopped short of kissing anyone. What happened to ‘of course, baby, whatever makes you comfortable’ huh?”
She sighed. “Look, I know I fucked up. I rationalized it by thinking, well, it’s not a stripper or a stranger, it’ll be different. And I was really drunk.”
Anetra moved the food from the pan to a serving plate. “And you really thought I’d be okay with you making out with Kylie, knowing you guys used to hook up?”
“Before I even met you!” Sasha defended, but quickly grounded herself with the mental reminder that she was still very much in the wrong. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t make it okay. You have every right to be mad at me, and if you want to call off the wedding–”
That was enough to finally get her to turn and face her fiancée. “Seriously? Of course I don’t want to call off the wedding. I love you, that’s why I’m hurt.”
“I just don’t know what else to do.”
Anetra sighed and fixed them both a plate. “I just need time.”
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having the other's head on their lap with Rus?
There was a reason Rus's former nickname was Mutt. Well, there were a lot of reasons, but one of them was that he loved being petted. One of his favorite activities was laying down with his skull in your lap while you gently stroked his head. He often fell asleep there. It was adorable.
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zenmasterlover · 2 months
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Could you do a drabble of Hyde realizing that he and Jackie have more in common than they both initially thought? Like maybe he’s talking to Eric or something, or whatever you want 😊
Ok ok, I see him realizing it on his own… so here goes nothing (all from Hyde’s first person pov! Set around when Pam leaves Jackie):
As I’m lying here on this tiny cot with the bratty cheerleader that wormed her way into my heart, I cannot help but feel tears begin to feel my eyes. At least she’s asleep, she won’t see. How can fucking Pam do that to her? I look down at her.
Earlier today:
“Jackie, what’s up? Why are you silent, it isn’t like you and I’m shockingly not okay with it,”
“It’s nothing, Steven. It doesn’t matter anyway,” I could see her cheeks change to a rosy pink, a sign she was about to cry
“Jackie,” I lift her chin so she’s looking straight at me, into my eyes, “holy shit, you got two different colored eyes,” I’ve never noticed that before. Hell, Kelso probably never noticed it either
“I’m a freak right? Mom always said it when I was little. I’m never enough for her. I’m not enough. Steven,” her breath shaky, “she left. Again.” She started sobbing and saying more incoherent things. My heart dropped. Fuck Pam Burkhart.
“Jackie, tell me how long. I need to know you’re safe,”
“About two weeks, she’s with someone named Carlos in the Bahamas. Said she’s not coming back,” she hiccuped and sobbed some more. Dammit. I scooped her up and carried her out of the basement and into my room to protect her pride in case the rest of the gang came down. She immediately buried her head in the crook of my neck.
I set her down on my cot, “dammit Jackie! Why didn’t you tell me? You know damn fucking well that big house of yours isn’t fucking safe!” Her sobs becoming louder, “fuck, Jackie… I’m so sorry I yelled. I guess I just love you,” I whispered as her cries began to simmer. Did I seriously just say that I loved her? “Let’s just get some rest.” I climbed in with her and started playing with her hair as she slowly drifted off
Present:
“We really are just two stubborn orphans, huh?” I whisper at her. How was I so blind to not see that this chick, my chick, is exactly like me? Edna ran away. Pam ran away. Fuck Edna. Fuck Pam. Although we come from two different sides of the track, Jackie is within me. We need each other. The rest of them would never understand.
Tears started dripping down my face, “we never deserved any of this,” I whispered to her sleeping form
NOTE: I don’t know if I’m proud of this one. It’s a little shaky… hopefully I’m just being a meanie to myself lol but I truly hoped you liked it, I’m new to this whole drabble shabang but I really do see myself in Jackie a lot and this could be some coping and therapy techniques for me!
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twdsunshine · 2 years
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I saw your post!
Carl, stars
It had been years since the world went to hell, and still Carl remembered her, the quiet girl who'd sat on the opposite side of the room from him in class, bright eyes narrowing as she gnawed on her bottom lip, puzzling out things that used to matter, like spellings and times tables.
He'd never quite got up the nerve to go and say hi, never asked her to play a game or eat lunch with him, never really found out anything about her other than the fact that she had an eraser shaped like a star and a pencil case that fastened with a button rather than a zip.
And yet, still, when things got quiet and he was the only one left awake, he would find himself wondering if she'd made it, if she was still alive somewhere out there, staring up at the same stars...
Send me a character and a one-word prompt for a mini drabble!
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