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starch1ldz · 23 days
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If I die today blame square root it's slowly killing me and my brain btw
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caressthosecheekbones · 11 months
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last night I dreamed that we kissed. even the way we looked at each other before. not a question. your hard skull in my hands finally. an answer.
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weeaboofather · 4 months
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throat hurty -__-
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levi-supreme · 1 year
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Happy Monday and Happy Halloween too!!! 🎃🦇🧛🏽‍♂️🧛🏽‍♀️👻
I really should be studying but I'm terribly distracted today and I can't focus (oops), so I'm here to chat with everyone!!!
Send me anything you wanna talk about and I'll answer them ^^
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belovedmusings · 6 months
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“I’m not going anywhere.”
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+ MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS +
Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫
Satoru survived being severed in half thanks to Yuuta’s Reversed Curse Technique and subsequently claimed victory, but you keep reliving the moment you saw him die before your eyes. You wake up beside him one night crying from a nightmare of it, and wanting to make you feel better and remind you that he’s okay and he’s not going anywhere, he lets you take him any way you need him.
Relevant tags: AFAB reader with minimal gendered language, reader insert without using “y/n”, graphic nightmare at the beginning but it’s quick, fix-it, hurt/comfort, soft and emotional sex, handjob, fingering, Satoru’s 6-inch fingers, slow sex, praises and declarations of love, lots of kissing, love bites, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, Satoru’s big cock :’) <3
Music recommended while reading: My Love (Sia), positions (Ariana Grande), Souvenir (Selena Gomez), Religion (Lana Del Rey)
A/N: no I’m absolutely not over wtf happened in ch 236 and yes I’m 100% crazy enough to still believe him when he said he’d win. He’ll win and I trust him. I have to or I’ll go crazy. Here’s this emotional smut to cope.
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He was winning. He was fine, he was smiling and now—
He’s not. He’s not moving, he’s not doing anything but he’s in half he’s in fucking half and there’s so much blood—
You scream. You scream but it sounds like it’s underwater and you can’t breathe, you can’t feel anything but despair and pain and dread and anger and disbelief and fucking devastation. Satoru is— he’s— oh god, he’s—
“Hey.”
You’re sobbing. Tears stream from your eyes but you can’t feel, you can’t see anything, you can’t hear, you can’t exist without him—
“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”
That voice snaps you back to consciousness, a deep gasp from you following. Warm hands are on your shoulders, and you look up at the source, eyes landing upon Satoru’s concerned face. His beautiful, alive face. What? How?
“Hey,” he murmurs again softly, brows furrowed in worry as he rubs up and down your arm soothingly. “Shh, shh, shh…you’re okay. It was just a bad dream.”
A dream?
“No it wasn’t,” you shake your head, voice broken. The lump in your throat won’t go away as you continue to cry. “You were…you were gone and I—”
“I’m right here,” he cuts him firmly, squeezing your arm. “Look at me. I’m talking to you, aren’t I? I’m fine. Promise.”
Your eyes search his face, his body, and blindly you reach out, touching his clothed abdomen, feeling over it to make absolutely sure he’s not lying. When you feel nothing but solid, warm flesh underneath, even when you touch down to his thigh, you relax, sniffling. He’s completely intact. He’s okay.
You remember then what had happened after he had fallen. You’d gone into a panic, threw up, and blacked out after sobbing uncontrollably after tearing your eyes from the screen that displayed his lifeless body.
When you woke up, you were lying against a wall, Shoko watching over you, telling you that Yuuta managed to get ahold of him while Yuuji and Higuruma were fighting Sukuna. He’d used his Reversed Curse Technique to heal him, and he was up and fighting again, this time facing off with Kenjaku.
It was jarring to see him back alive, like you were seeing the resurrection of a god. But it was okay. He was even stronger than before, and along with the others, he was capable of defeating both of the threats.
His victory had restored balance once more.
He’d come off of that battlefield on his own two feet, sweaty, heavily banged up and exhausted, but he had a brilliant smile on his face that said everything is fine now, and he’d welcomed you into his arms without hesitation.
“Oh god,” you breathe out, “It was a dream. Thank god.”
He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in, planting a kiss on your temple.
“I told you I’d win, didn’t I?” He asks, “You gotta trust me, silly. M’ not going anywhere.”
You huff, nuzzling into his chest. “Don’t call me silly because I’m worried about you.”
He sighs softly, rubbing your back. “Fine, fine. But seriously, I’m fine. So no need to worry, okay? I’m right here, however you need me.”
He is. You can feel him in your arms, you can feel him holding you, and yet in your sleep-fogged mind, you can’t help but still retain some anxiety that you’ll wake up again and he’ll be gone for good. That you imagined all of those victories in order to cope. You need to feel more of him to confirm he’s real.
“However I need you?” You ask, drawing back to meet his eyes, gleaming in the dim lighting of the moon. He nods.
“Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be otherwise? I’m yours to do with as you please.”
You can’t help it; his tone always brings out a special playfulness in you. “As I please? You sound so easy.”
“Easy for you,” he grins wolfishly, and you roll your eyes fondly before sobering up.
“I need more reassurance,” you tell him. “I want to feel you.”
He eyes you curiously, nodding. “Sure thing. What do you have in mind?”
You reach up to touch his face, brushing your thumb between his eyebrows to work out the furrow, then dancing it over his brow bone, then his cheekbone, and finally his lips. You pad it over the soft skin there before leaning up and kissing him, relaxing at the familiar taste of his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture, lips moving with yours in a combination of slow and sensual.
The hand that was resting on his jaw slowly travels down over his neck, where your thumb runs over the column gently, grazing his Adam’s apple a few times before moving on to his collarbone. You explore that spot for a few moments and then massage down his shoulder, over his pec, flattening your palm to feel the beat of his heart.
It calms you to feel that strong thump thump thump against your touch, impassioning you enough to make you deepen the kiss and slip your tongue into his protestless mouth. A soft groan sounds at the back of his throat, and that spurs you on to continue touching him, running your palm over his muscles that were once lithe, but after time spent preparing for battle while he was sealed away to occupy himself, have turned thick and solid. You ghost over the ridges of his abdomen and shiver, feeling each contour through his shirt.
It sends a wave of heat through you and your ministrations turn heavy with desire, finding the hem of his shirt, sliding your hand underneath it and massaging over the hot skin of his naked chest. He groans and guides his own hand from your waist to your ass, clad only in underwear for comfort to sleep, giving it a generous knead.
“Mmh,” you breathe into his mouth, letting him go further to grab your thigh, hooking his hand under your knee and hiking your leg up around his hip.
His tongue runs over yours dirtily as his hand slides back up to the apex of your legs, reaching around to cup your mound through the thin garment over it. His middle and ring fingers massage over that little sensitive pearl just begging to be touched, making you moan softly.
Your lust is deepening by the second and it makes you grow bolder, palm on his abdomen lowering to the front of his boxers and caressing the sizable hardness it finds there. Subconsciously you start to move your hips with his touches, kiss turning sloppy the more you pleasure each other.
The drags of his fingertips get a little too difficult when the fabric over your core gets soaked through, so he easily amends it by slipping his fingers beneath the edge of the article, touching you without any barriers.
“Satoru,” you moan louder as he teases the swollen pearl beneath his digits. He hums in his throat, and wanting to even things out, your hand dips below his boxers, wrapping around the hard and hot erection he’s been sporting since you started kissing him.
A bead of precum at his tip makes the slide a little easier and you feel him start rocking into your hand, meeting your strokes, a breathy groan sounding from him.
He wants the upperhand, of course, so he elects to push two of his lengthy fingers into your entrance, causing you to gasp, spreading your legs wider to accommodate. The man’s digits are long enough to reach your cervix without even trying and he presses pointedly against it, wriggling the tips of his fingers against that sensitive spot teasingly.
“God, Satoru,” you mewl, touching him with more purpose, circling your thumb over his tip.
“Ngh,” he groans in response, moving his hand so that he starts finger-fucking you at a pace, the wet sounds reaching your ears along with the heavy pants from the both of you. You clench around him and he speeds up, abusing that part deep inside of you just with his hand.
You love it when he fingers you but it’s not what you want right now—not truly.
You look up at him, shuddering at the look of unbridled lust pooling in his cerulean eyes. He always gets this certain wild look that gives you goosebumps.
“Satoru,” you manage breathlessly.
“Yeah?” He asks, just as winded.
“I want you inside me. I need to feel you.”
He sucks in a breath and nods, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling his fingers out of you. He rolls to lay on his back, raising his hand up to his mouth and running his long tongue over the digits coated in your essence, a deep groan sounding after. It invigorates your desire for him and hurriedly, you remove your soaked underwear, freeing him of his own boxers afterward.
He sits up for a moment to get his shirt off, tossing it off the bed and then grabbing your hips, making you straddle his thighs. His hands hook under your shirt and you raise your arms so that he can remove it, the two of you now bare as the day you were born.
He wastes no time in kissing you again, this time more desperately, using one hand to guide your hips over his large cock, the other holding it still. He slides inside as you lower yourself, girth forcing you to stretch generously.
“Fuck,” you breathe into his mouth. You’re familiar with his impressive size by now but it never ceases to light a fire with your nerve-endings, length stuffing you full even before he’s bottomed out. You shudder and push him down to lay out on the bed, following him, breaking the kiss to bury your face in the crook of his neck. His palms grip the tops of your thighs as you lay on his chest, your skin touching everywhere. He’s so warm and sturdy beneath you, you feel like you could stay like this forever, tucked into him, split open on his dick, nestled deep inside you without any effort. You breathe in and get hit with the scent of his skin, musky and sweet in a way that’s unique only to him and completely intoxicating to you.
You push your nose more greedily into the column of his neck, moaning as he starts rolling both of your hips together slowly. Like this, his abdomen provides the perfect firm muscle to grind your swollen pearl on, heightening your pleasure.
He bends his legs to provide himself with a little barrier so that when he pushes your hips down, they don’t have anywhere to go, forcing you to take his cock deeper. It prods at your cervix and forces hot chills over your body, your hands bracing on his shoulders helplessly as he does all of the work.
You inhale deeply as he grinds up into you, walls fluttering around him, eliciting a groan from his syrupy voice.
It sends a shiver through you and wanting to chase it, you flick your tongue out over his collarbone, licking along the flesh to taste him.
“Oh,” he grunts, sucking air through his teeth as you feel him twitch inside of you. Encouraged from his response, you do it again, closing your lips around the spot and sucking. A stuttered breath is pulled from him, your hold on his arms tightening.
Like this, you just feel so safe, so content. He’s all you could ever need. Sure, he’s insufferable sometimes and his personality goes overboard naturally, but he’s never too much for you. He’s serious when he needs to be and so sincere in his sweetness, in his affection—you don’t know what you’d do without him. You thank any god that might exist along with the stars that he survived, that he prevailed and that everything is fine now. Your chest swells with all of the gratitude in the world and it spills over.
“Satoru,” you breathe, feeling tears prick at your eyes, “I love you so much.”
You feel him swallow thickly as his hands rub comfortingly up and down the expanse of your back, kisses being pressed to the top of your head.
“Me too, baby,” he replies softly, voice slightly strained with the distraction of heat around his cock. “I feel the exact same way about you.”
You sigh shakily, littering sloppy, wet kisses over his neck, starting to roll your hips in time with his.
“I’m always gonna be here,” he continues between labored pants, “You…you can’t get rid of me. Mmh—you’re stuck with me for life.”
Your kisses begin to be accompanied by involuntary whimpers, the sensation of him locked inside of you along with his smooth skin rubbing against your sensitive bud starting to overwhelm you.
“I’m gonna…h-hah…love you so much you’ll be annoyed with me,” he continues, sucking air through his teeth, “oh fuck…so glad I have you. I really am.”
You sniffle, a watery smile spreading over your lips. A few tears escape your eyes but this time they’re of joy.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” you say with your entire soul.
“Nothing can keep me down for long,” he assures you, “I promise, okay? I promise.”
You nod against his neck, moaning when he speeds up, hands controlling your movements to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Sh-shit, Satoru,” you mewl, feeling your climax start to approach. His breathing gets heavier and more ragged, chest rising and falling so prominently that it jostles you on top of him, indicating that he’s just as wrecked as you are.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he exhales thinly, “Oh shit, shit, god you’re so tight…I’m gonna…”
You choke on a gasp, eyes squeezing shut. He always rambles when he’s nearing his finish, control on his words slipping, and you think it’s the hottest thing in the world.
“Ngh,” he gasps out, guiding you faster on top of him. You clench at the feeling, nearing the peak—“oh fuck, it’s gonna, it’s—a-ah, ah, fuck…”
You feel exactly when he cums, cock twitching hard as he spills against the entrance to your womb. The feeling of release pouring coupled with his incessant grinding on your mound pushes you to climax, a full body shudder taking over you as you tighten around his member.
He groans at the feeling, giving you another spurt of release, hands moving up to hug you close, pressing his cheek to your forehead.
“That was so good,” he breathes.
You nod in agreement, kissing his neck once more.
You know this is the part where you get off of him so you can clean up to get back to sleep, but you don’t want to move at all. You’re completely sated now, and the feeling of his softening cock inside of you is comforting. Undeniable proof that he’s right here with you in the form of a dull stretch in your core.
“Let’s stay like this,” you tell him, and he chuckles softly.
“It’s just that good, isn’t it?”
You snort softly, raising up to meet his eyes. “You’re such a little shit.”
His smile is lazy and mirthful. “Ah, but I’m your little shit. By law you have to deal with me forever, sorry.”
He shrugs in a way that indicates he’s not sorry at all, and your grin widens.
“I’m happy to deal with you forever.”
His beautiful face is radiant with the next smile he gives you, and when your lips meet in a soft kiss, you realize that all of the anxiety and fear that nightmare had left you with has been melted away.
Satoru is real, and he’s okay. He really isn’t going anywhere. He’s safe and warm and set to live a long and happy life by your side.
When the kiss ends you lay back down on his chest, and he takes to drawing invisible circles over your back with his fingertips, the steadiness of his breath, the sureness of his heartbeat, and his comforting scent all lulling you to a peaceful sleep with the promise of his presence tomorrow.
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A/N: I actually miss him so much to the point where it’s debilitating. I’m literally a widow at this point I might as well put a picture of him in a fuckin locket and wear it like he sent it in his last letter to me, like Gege u bitch that was our husband
Please don’t repost my work but feel free to reblog/share. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed :)
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My baby, my baby… pt.2!
Summary: Leon is a man pushing 40 and you’re a girl in her early 20s. You confessed your feelings but things went south.
Warning: age gap. literally any older version of Leon. reader is young. female reader. smut. mentions of alcohol. unprotected sex. praise. fem receiving. gentle sex. CONSENTED. angst with happy ending?
a/n: I just ate buldak ramen and my asshole is so clenched rn. oh god wtf ts is not for the weak
(pt.1) (pt.2)
“You’re my baby, say it to me” - Mitski, I Bet On Losing Dogs
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Days have passed since that kiss you shared with Leon. And it’s been hell. All you could think about was his touch, his cologne, his eyes… you fell hard for a man who could be your dad. And so here you were, drinking in your studio flat. You walked towards the nearest convenience store to buy the cheapest thing you could afford. Alcohol is alcohol, you thought. It all has the same effect in the end.
You were lying on your couch, drunk out of your mind. Crying and sobbing as you listened to Mitski and some other depressing artist you were so sure your neighbors could hear you but you didn’t care. What you assumed was the love of your life turned cold towards you. And you loathed that feeling. All you wanted was to be in his arms again. To feel those muscly arms hug around you as his soft voice whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
You really shouldn’t be trusted with alcohol and a cellphone because you made the mistake of texting Leon.
Leon was confused when he received a spam of messages at 2 in the morning. Who is their goddamn mind is still awake at this hour. Lo and behold, your name popped up on his screen. He let out a sigh as he clicked on the chat and began to read.
“I miiiiiissss uuuuu”
“pls, I need u :(“
“y r u ignoring me?”
“I thinkI committer tax wvasion”
Okay the last text made him worried. He knew something was up so he straight up just called you.
The phone rang in your hand and your eyes bulged out of their sockets, not literally. Your breathing quickened and you felt nervous. But you still answered, you put the phone on your ear and you swore you almost died from how hot and hoarse his voice sounded.
“Y/n…?” He spoke through the phone, his voice laced with sleepiness as he just woke up. If you weren’t wet, now you were.
“Leooooon, hi” you slurred. You mentally slapped yourself for sounding so stupid.
Leon sighed heavily as he heard your voice, “Y/n, you’re drunk. Where are you?” You could hear the sounds of rustling in the back as he got dressed and got his keys ready.
“Huh? Oh- uh… I’m at home,” you mumbled as your face grew hot.
“Text me your address,” he demanded in a serious but gentle tone as he hung up. And you couldn’t help but oblige. You sent him your address and waited patiently for him to come knocking at your door.
You fixed your hair and tried to look presentable even after crying all day. Your face was swollen and your eyes were red. So you went to your bathroom and washed your face, hoping the hyperpigmentation would disappear.
You rushed to your front door as you heard knocking. When you opened the door, Leon stood there looking godly. He was wearing grey joggers and a loose shirt. His hair was neat, given that his hair is straight as a door.
“Can I come in?” Leon asked after you stood there, staring at him in silence for a good two minutes. You mumbled a quiet sorry and stepped to the side to let him in.
When he stepped inside, he immediately spotted the bottles lying about on the coffee table. He let out a deep sigh through his nose and began to clean up your place. You quickly followed behind him and tried to stop him.
“Wait, Leon- I can do it,” you said as you took hold of Leon’s arm. He turned around and gave you a stern look. “Sit,” he commanded as he nodded his head towards the couch.
You wanted to argue, you really did but the way his voice seemed to have reached your head and pussy made you unconsciously walk over to your couch. You sat on it and watched as Leon cleaned your apartment, because that’s what coworkers do, right?
Once Leon was done with getting rid of the bottles, he turned to you and began to check your temperature. To be honest, you felt sober now that he was here.
“What are you doing?” You asked in a soft tone as he put his hand on your forehead. “Checking to see if you have a fever, do you feel drunk?”
You shook your head no, “No, I feel fine.”
Leon sighed and took his hand away from your forehead before settling down next to you. “Why did you text me?” He asked softly. You shifted in your seat as you tried to come up with a good excuse, “I was drunk,” you muttered.
He gave you a skeptical look, he wasn’t easy to fool, “Y/n, I know when you’re lying. Let me ask you again, why did you text me?”
You swallowed hard and focused your gaze in your hands in your lap, “I miss you…” you began slowly and quietly, almost scared to start crying, “I wanted to hear from you again. I wanted you.”
His eyes softened but he maintained his face composed. “Y/n…”
“I know what you’re going to say-“ you began, “That I’m too young and naive for you. But I really cannot help these feelings I have for you…”
Leon sat there looking at you in silence as your words settled in his head. He didn’t know how to tell you he felt the same. He inhaled sharply brought his hand to your chin and gently turned your head to look at him,
“My heart aches for you, my mind yearns for you all the time…”
He whispered softly, “I tried so hard to ignore you, to forget you. But you always manage to make me feel these things for you.”
You sat there, shocked at him. Is that how he felt? Did he actually feel the same way as you?
Leon noticed your shocked face and leaned down to kiss you softly. His lips tender against yours, a kiss so sweet yet full of love. When he parted his lips from yours, he stared down into your eyes with a gentle look.
“Leon, I…” Your voice was just above a whisper, “is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
Leon nodded at your words. He’s been avoiding you because he also loved you, the only difference is that he was scared.
You kissed him back, a little bit harder than when he kissed you but he didn’t mind. He moved his hand to the back of your head and pressed you against him, his tongue glossed over your lips and forced his way inside your mouth. His tongue swirled around against your tongue and moaned at the sensation of your hands moving towards his chiseled chest.
He gently laid your back down against the couch, your head resting on the armrest as he parted your legs with his knee and settled himself between your legs, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. He continued kissing you, moving from the ends of your lips to your jaw as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His lips settled down to your neck and began to suck at each spot, leaving hickeys where he wanted. You wrapped your hands around his hair and intertwined your fingers with his hair. You moaned as you felt him find your sweet spot. He smiled against your skin and began to sink his teeth a little bit, not too much so it wouldn’t hurt you. He continued sucking, lewd sounds being heard in the living room.
He moved on to the other side of your neck and repeated the same pattern.
Hickey, hickey, bite. Hickey, hickey, bite.
Your hand tugged at his hair as you moaned and squirmed under him. He pulled back from your neck and you whined in response. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he admired the masterpiece under him, “so perfect…” he muttered under his breath as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
“You’re so perfect, dear,” he whispered as he kissed you once again and let his hands travel under your shirt and caressed your waist and stomach. You let out a breathy moan as your hands explored his chest and shoulders.
He parted from the kiss and laid his forehead against yours as his hands held your waist gently. You stared up at his eyes and admired his features.
“Y/n…do you want this?” He whispered as he looked down at your eyes, trying to read your answer. You nodded, “I do.”
He smiled softly, “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he slowly sat you up to take off your shirt. He pulled the fabric over your head and threw it on the floor. His eyes immediately went to your chest and he gently pushed you down the couch again. His mouth kissed to clavicle and collarbone before kissing the top of your left breast while his hands worked their behind your back and unclasped your bra with ease. He pulled your bra down your shoulders and torso slowly and threw it towards somewhere on the floor.
He pulled back and stared at your breasts, his hands sliding up to hold and massage your breasts in his hands. He leaned to kiss and suck one while his hand groped the other. His thumb and index finger tugging and playing with your hardened nipple as he swirled his tongue in the breasts he was sucking and kissing on. You arched your back and moaned softly. Rolling your head back against the armrest as his mouth worked wonders on your chest. God you tasted so sweet, your skin was soft and sugary. But he wouldn’t say that out loud, he’d hate for you to think he’s a cannibal. He just loved the way your skin tasted and loved the way your body smelled. It only aroused him more.
The bulge in his pants growing bigger against the constraints of the fabric pressed against your inner thigh. You felt his crotch rub against you and it only made you water down at your folds. “Leon…” you moaned out.
He pulled back from your breast, the cold air from the absence of his warm mouth hitting your nipple, causing you to shiver slightly.
“What is it, princess?” He mumbled softly as he caressed his hands down your waist.
“I need more…” you breathed out as you tried to move against his bulge. He held you down by your hips and whispered in your ear, “Patience, I want to treat you right.”
He kissed your lips, your neck, your check and down your stomach before kissing the hem of your shorts. His fingers hooking on them as he slowly pulled them down your legs. He stared down at your panties and saw the wet spot in between your legs, he couldn’t help but smirk as he knew you wanted him too.
He removed your panties gently, watching as the slick of your cunt reluctantly let go of the fabric that separated him and your pussy. He pushed himself between your legs, slowly blowing cold air at your clit and watched as you gripped on the cushions of the couch. He brought his fingers down your folds and slowly dragged them up and down, not entering your eager entrance yet. With one hand, he held your hips down and the other began to gently roll your clit among his rough fingers. He leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, sucking at them just how he sucked on your neck. He made sure you were left marked with his hickeys. Moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as he kept circling your clit until he finally dragged his tongue down your folds. You shuddered in pure delight and closed your eyes in bliss. He moaned as he tasted you, god you tasted even better. He couldn’t help but eat you out like he’s been starving for days.
His tongue delved deep inside your pink walls, swirling his tongue and sucking as much as he could, he pulled his hand away from your clit and held your thighs down so you wouldn’t squish his head. The squelching sounds of him eating your pussy were enough to keep you turned on, it didn’t help that his nose would occasionally bump against your lip and his stubble would crash against your skin, ignoring a fire within your stomach.
Your breathing became more jagged as your walls pulsated around his tongue, he groaned against your cunt. You arched your back and gripped on his hair, pulling him closer to your cunt as he fucked his tongue inside you. He knew you were close to release and he let you cum all over his face. Your moan came out in a high pitched breath as you bucked your hips against his face, riding it as he lapped his tongue to capture your juices. Making sure no drop fell to waste.
He pulled back from your cunt as you panted, your body sweaty and glistening under the shitty lights of your apartment. He slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his underwear and let his hardened lengths bounce to his stomach, hitting it with a smack ‘thwack.’
Your eyes widened at his size. The tip was pink and leaned towards the right by a little bit. A being visibly protruding slightly as pre-cum slid down to his base. You were salivating at the sight. He chuckled and caressed your cheek, “Say yellow to stop,” he whispered before his kissed you softly on the lips. You nodded and allowed him to spread your legs just a little bit for a part. He didn’t want to hurt you so he slowly aligned the tip on your entrance and very gently pushed himself inside you. You shifted uncomfortably but also in pleasure. His thick size slowly got swallowed by your walls and his eyes shimmered as he saw you taking him in fully. He was impressed but also felt like he had to be more gentle so you’d grow used to his size.
He pushed until he connected his pelvis against your hip, he looked down at you to make sure you were still on board. He saw the way your mouth was slightly parted as your eyes were tightly shut. “Are you okay?” He whispered as his hands massaged the fat of your hips. You opened your eyes and nodded, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
He took that to his heart and slowly began to thrust in and out of you. Not fully pulling out as he still wanted to be gentle with you.
Once he saw that you were enjoying his thrusts, he began to go faster. His hips clashing against yours, the sound of his balls clashing against your ass echoing through your living room. He brought his hands up to your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. A gesture that meant he was here for you and only you. He grunted and groaned as he squeezed your hands from how crazy your pussy was driving him.
You moaned and whimpered as you felt your second orgasm was on its way. The fire in your lower stomach getting hotter and hotter as your walls clenched around his cock. He shuddered softly as the feeling and cursed under his breath at how well your body felt against him. He whispered sweet praises to help you reach your orgasm, knowing that you may be feeling a little overstimulated. “That’s it, baby, come down on me” “You’re doing so well” “You feel so good, princess”
And it worked. You arched your back, your chest coming into contact with his chest as your cunts gripped and clenched on his cock. Milking him until he felt his orgasm coming as well. But he wouldn’t cum inside of you. He knew better for his princess.
He pulled out and shot his cum on your stomach, his moaned coming out in a husky and low tone. He panted as he stayed there for a moment, while you tried to catch your breath. He got off you and grabbed a tissue from nearby and cleaned your stomach. He then moved down to your legs and cleaned there as well. His touch so gentle, knowing you were still sensitive from him. Once he discarded the dirty tissue, he turned his head up to look at you. You looked so beautiful. He leaned up to kiss you on the lips and smiled softly.
“Let’s run you a bathe, okay?” He whispered and swiftly picked you up bridal style. He walked towards the bathroom and closed the door.
Needless to say, this man is the king of aftercare. After he bathed you, he walked you to your bed and laid you down. Oh and the grown man also loves cuddles, so the two of cuddled to sleep.
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Valentines day w Enha Hyungs🫶
summary: what u and ur man do on ur first valentines day tgt<3
a/n: and fuck everyone who got a valentine. let me be a hater but i also had to pump this one out before the day ends for me
Heeseung
Oh hee, my sweet hee
HE WENT ALL OUT
Ofc he did its ur first valentines with each other as a couple
You guys used to do valentines as friends 
Both single and lonely 
But since he finally had the balls to ask u out you can now spend it in a relationship!
He actually got u a reservation to ur fav restaurant months in advance
Bc bro knew that the place does not PLAY w reservations
Its always so busy
So the fact that he did this in advance makes ur heart swell
You bought him his first bouquet of flowers
He sobbed.
Boys deserve their flowers too!
He cherishes the flowers and when they die
He does that thing where he presses dead flowers and shit
Then puts them in a frame above his bed
He got you flowers too with a teddy thats huge as fuck
You end the night with a celebratory minecraft session <3
Jay
Such a romantic ill cry
You were never much of a valentines day celebrator
You thought it was stupid (me too bff)
That was until you finally had ur person to do it with
Im a sucker for jay playing guitar so obviously 
This man learns ur top 3 songs on guitar and plays it for you
You got him a bunch of custom guitar pics and those r all he uses btw
He gets u this big ass bouquet that came with a crown n shit
“Had to go all out for my princess” 
SHUT UP
 We know hes an excellent cook
So of course he cooked a 5 star home cooked meal for the both of you
W niki as ur server
He was promised robux if he did that btw
You got him tickets to see his fav band thats coming to town in a few days
He blew up
Sooo thankful for you
And to think this is only ur first valentines day?
Baby it only goes up from here!!
Jake
Our jakey poo
Hes the best at this shit lemme tell you
You woke up to home cooked breakfast in bed
So sweet of him awww
Hes had this day planned for a while
He saved up so that you can have a shopping spree 
Ur literally in shock bc jake??? You did not have to do all that
A nice set of flowers and movie day in would settle
But not to him nuh uh 
Dont worry you made sure you got ur gift in as well
You even got something for layla!! 
When you mentioned that u got layla a gift too he almost got down on one knee i swear to god
After ur little spree you guys went out to eat for dinner
You begged him to let u pay
He alr spent so much today that you were gonna be upset if he didnt let you pay for this one thing
He reluctantly let u pay the bill
But he HAD to be the tipper
The day couldn't have gone any better
ALSOOOO 
Posts u to “Valentine” by laufey
Sunghoon
Sunghoon is so cutie
He knew you were coming over soon so he set up his room with all of ur  favorite things
Like ur fav drinks in the shape of a heart on his bead
Giant teddy bear sitting in the corner
Rose petals and even balloons everywhere
Do u guys know the tik tok audio
“Victor u actually did this” LMFAOOOOO
You'd recreate that video with him
“Baby are u srs”
“Hoon pls we’d go viral”
And u did btw
You guys would have a cute comfy day in
He'd rather save all the big gestures for ur birthday!
You two are a really lowk couple
He posted u for v day and people slide up like
“Wtf since when did u bag a hottie”
“YOURE DATING Y/N”
And he shows them to u giggling cus like 
Hes the one who gets to show u off and be with you forever
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you get hurt ♡
a/n. the burn one … real life events inspired. although i didn’t put aloe vera i just googled it up for this drabble LMAO but like i got burnt month and a half? two months? ago and i still have a mark 😦 i thought it wouldn’t stay for so long wtf (i mean i still have it?? is it normal😭)
also it’s been ages since i wrote for my beloved tubatu i’m so sorry :(
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┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]
due to your approaching performance at mama, you had to practice practice and practice
one day you forgot to wear longer pants and well, your knees felt like they were literally on fire - due to how much kneeling and sliding on the floor your part required
you literally looked like a zombie while wobbling to your boyfriend’s dorm after practice
and yeonjun is no fool. he’s been in situations like these and he can immediately recognise scraped knees
but he lets you sit down first and pamper you with kisses
after you two ate dinner, he gently rubs your thighs and lets out a deep sigh before standing up and going to get something
you watch him as he kneels down in front of you and slowly rolls up your sweatpants, just above the knee. you feel guilt sinking in your stomach but the look that yeonjun gives you is full of love.
“please tell me next time. or if you forget your knee protectors, i can drop them off. or give you mine” he hums and takes out something from the first aid kit he just brought “it might sting a bit”
it does sting. more than a bit. but the way your boyfriend gently, almost feather-lightly badges your knee is making you forget about the pain.
with a look in your eye and a boyish smile, he places a tender kiss on the top of the bandage he just put
“so it heals faster” yeonjun singsongs and softly rolls down the sweatpants’ material. your heart might explode any minute now.
in conclusion: you can’t fool him. on top of that, next time he’ll make sure to pack you an extra pair of sweatpants or knee protectors along with a sticky note with something absolutely adorable written on it <3
┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]
for your excuse you just woke up.
and walking down the stairs, yknow, it’s hard
soobin was making trying to make breakfast downstairs when he suddenly heard a loud ass bang and series of falling-down-the-stairs alike sounds
he rushed to check up on you and when he saw you, awkwardly half-sitting half-laying in the floor his heart dropped
but he let out a scoff before he helped you out
and that was your trigger >:(
“are you laughing at me?” you asked, voice creaking as you looked up at soobin. your glossy eyes made his heart break and he felt extremely bad.
“i didn’t mean to, i’m so sorry! please don’t cry, darling” he pouted but you didn’t listen, the tears streaming down your cheeks because of the pain. soobin rushed to the kitchen to grab a first aid kit.
he kneeled down and put plasters on your scraped knees and elbows, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs.
“please don’t cry” he murmurs and you sniff. suddenly he hugs you tightly and only now you realise that soobin is crying too.
yeah well that turns into couples crying session :”)
soobin takes care of your for the next three days
and makes a mental note to never laugh at you again… even if he really didn’t mean it
┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]
beomgyu was at home, preparing a surprise-romantic-dinner for you when he received a phone call from you
he got flabbergasted – you weren’t supposed to be home yet
“gyu don’t freak out” you started, voice calm.
“why would i freak out?” he chuckled, stirring your favourite dish in a pot
“because i tell you not to. you promise?”
“okay, i promise–“
“i may or may have not got into a car accident–”
“WHAT!”
beomgyu drops everything, turns off the stove and grabs the most necessary things as you try to explain everything to him
“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS! well, kind of, i have to stay overnight…”
“I’M COMING!”
you were watching youtube on your phone when the doors swung open. you saw gyu standing the the doorway, huge teddy bear in his arms and bunch of bags.
“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS? YOU GOT A BANDAID ON YOUR HEAD AND–” he started and you pointed at your arm, saying it along with him.
“and a broken arm…”
“–AND A BROKEN ARM?!”
“could you possibly stop yelling?” you laugh and take the opened bottle of banana milk “look what they got me though!”
beomgyu sighs and closes the door. he sits down next to you, tucking the teddy bear next to you. his worried expression makes your heart ache and you frown a bit.
“sorry” you mumble, looking down. beomgyu just cups your face and placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
“don’t be. although i was worried sick. also, i asked the nurses and i can stay overnight with you” gyu smiled sweetly.
he gets a pen and writes silly stuff on your cast
he’s so gentle when you sleep :( like, obv he’s clingy so he ticks himself (somehow) next to you on the hospital bed but he’s so cautious not to move your broken arm *sobs*
babies you until your arm heals and even after he’s attentive
oh and gives you a long ass lecture about getting into accidents (as if it was your fault😭)
┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]
taehyun is smart and you should have listened to him when he said not to run on A SNOWY PATH
but pop off, you didn’t #girlboss because during the snow fight you had with him, you were out of your ammo 🙀
so you ran to grab some snow
and well, you ended up slipping and painfully landing on your ass
you were so taken aback by the sudden fall that you stared at taehyun in disbelief while he laughed his ass off
you pouted and formed a snowball, throwing it at him
“don’t laugh at me!” >:(
tae shook his head and walked up to you, reaching his hand out.
“sorry baby. are you okay?” he asked, voice as warm as a cup of tea and you shook your head.
“it hurts” you mumbled and took his hand nevertheless. your matching mittens made you smile a bit but you were brought back to earth as a stinging pain came through your bones.
“but you can stand. it means you didn’t break anything which is a good sign…” tae started, looking at you carefully. your legs were a bit wobbly. you pouted and he couldn’t help but scoff “i know what you’re planning”
“but it hurts! and it’s not my fault that gym is like, your second home now!” you whine and tug his sleeve “please?”
“fine. but im not taking any responsibility if i drop you” taehyun sends you a grin before kneeling so you can climb on his back.
yeah well it was close because the sidewalk was slippery but you safely made it home
after coming back he did a proper inspection as you warmed up with a warm cup of tea
later on he gave you a speech but it was interrupted due to your question who won the snow fight
(it was him but he lied to make you feel better lmao😭)
┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]
you decided to surprise your boyfriend and bake him molang-shaped cookies
everything was going according to plan… until whilst taking out the cookies from the oven you actually put your wrist against the hot metal of the baking tray
you quickly put your wrist under the water and when it was stinging less, you continued on decorating the cookies
you put on a hoodie and hid the burn - you didn’t want kai to worry about it too much
but well… he came back home and obviously noticed the cookies, then smothered your face in kisses <3
you decided to eat them (after kai taking tons of pics) while watching a movie
you grabbed a cookie and moved your hand to your mouth, taking a bite. your sleeve shifted downwards due to your movement but you didn’t notice, too absorbed in the movie.
“what’s that?” you heard kai’s worried voice and you looked at him, confused. he sat up straightly, pausing the movie and gently took your wrist. oh.
“nothing, really” you said after you swallowed but his brows furrowed seriously.
“nothing? y/n, it’s a burn… wait… don’t tell me it happened because of those adorable cookies?” he gasped, trying to lighten up the mood but you could clearly see he’s worried.
“well, yeah…” you mumbled and kai just let out a deep sigh, standing up to get something “where are you going?”
“i heard aloe vera is good for that kind of burns!” he calls back and after he returns, you’re met with a gentle kiss on your cheek (and the cool of aloe vera on your skin).
he got so worried :(
please tell him next time <\\3
also watches if the wound heals properly and quickly!! kai will do a lot of research to help you as much as he can, even though you reassure him it’s not necessary
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the first thing Phil said upon seeing cucurucho was 'where are my eggs'
When he 'woke up' from the nightmare he sounded so genuinely distraught he was literally hyperventilating
Im fucking sobbing
Phil tf u mean by 'I can't do lore' you're lying to yourself man wtf
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literallykenmaandshoyo · 10 months
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What About Me?
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Peter Parker x Female Reader!
Warnings: Angst. Reader is upset because Peter is off being busy as Spider-Man and he's stood her up one too many times for her liking
Word Count: 1.6k
Author's Note: Guys this is my first Peter Parker drabble! YAY!~ I absolutely adore Peter and I wrote this one up earlier tonight and figured it'd be good to share! I hope you all love it, I'm so used to writing fluff that sometimes I forget that writing angst is really good too! Let me know if you have any feedback or requests by sending in an ask, and remember to request Mod Shoyo to be specific! Have a great night (Or morning) everyone!
Also, PicsArt doesn't have the same scrabble letter thingies that Kenma and I have been using for our headers so this one is just a major WTF. Sorry if this looks ugly lol :,)
~Mod Shoyo <3
Y/N sat by her bedroom window, overlooking all of Queens from the seventh floor of her apartment building. Night had fallen and the stars were out, all of the buildings nearby had some office lights still on, people were probably still working, even at this ungodly hour.
That’s one thing that they had in common with her boyfriend Peter.
Being a web-slinging superhero was definitely not on Y/N's list of why Peter Parker could be so distant and just vanish all the time. However, when they first officially started dating, Peter took it upon himself to lay out all of his cards for her right then and there. Y/N was more than understanding and he thanked God for her every single day. Y/N knew that she said she’d be okay with the late nights and the canceled plans, that she’d be up waiting for him during late hours of the night just to make sure he came home safe.
But there was only so much she could take.
She stared down at her text messages with Peter. She asked him if he wanted to come and stay over at her apartment tonight since she’d been missing him a little extra these past couple days. Not only has Tony been working him to the bone, but the crime percentages in Queens seem to have only elevated since Peter would be out all night stopping robberies, saving people from getting mugged or kidnapped, the whole shebang. 
I’ll swing over in 10 love <3 11:45 p.m
Y/N looked at the top of her screen and saw that it was 1:57 in the morning. She knew that she got herself into this and she told herself that every time that he was late or had to cancel on her. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just doing his job, what he signed up to do, so she couldn’t be mad at him. But who could she get mad at?
She looked like a lovesick puppy, just waiting at her window to see the red and blue suit that her boyfriend wore to come swinging over to her building. Tears were streaming down her face and she was making herself more upset by crying over something like this. She grabbed her phone off the windowsill and turned it off, chucking it into a random corner of her room and lying in her bed. She got under her throw blanket on top of her covers and threw it over her head. Her sniffles and soft sobs weren’t loud enough to wake anyone, but a small part of her wished that Peter would walk in and hear how devastated she was.
Being Peter’s girlfriend was a blessing. It was something like a mantra that she told herself every single morning when she woke up. She wanted to be the one he came home to, the one that would make all of his cuts and bruises better after she cleaned him up, she wanted to be the last woman he would ever love in his life. She wanted to be his. Forever. But being in a relationship didn’t always mean that Peter was the one she fussed over all the time. She was entitled to her own feelings and how she felt, and right now, she was sick and tired of waiting up for Peter.
As if right on cue, her bedroom window slid open and in crawled Peter. He was panting, short of breath as soon as he ripped his mask off his face. “I’m so sorry love, there was this guy in an alleyway that wouldn’t leave this group of middle schoolers alone and he-”
Peter stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at Y/N's shaking figure under her throw blanket. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the bed, his ears picking up on the sounds of her soft sniffles and hiccups. He pulled the blanket off her head and saw her laying in the fetal position. Her hair was covering the side of her face and he couldn’t really see her expression, but he knew that she was upset. Obviously.
“Baby,...” Peter pushed her hair behind her ear and could see her puffy eyes and red nose. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”
Y/N sat up in bed and fixed her crazy hair, sniffling and wiping tears off of her cheeks with the sleeves of her shirt. She sputtered and tried to speak, but she didn’t even know what to tell him. Part of her wanted to be straight up and just tell him that this is the seventh time she’s been kept up waiting on him, but the other part of her knew it wasn’t his fault and that she was just upset because he’s been so busy. Just because she was always available for him, doesn’t mean that Peter was always at her dispense too, especially with what he does with his time.
“I…”
Peter waited for her to explain, but she just looked down at her lap and started to cry again. He felt awful and he was so clueless. He thought back to the last time she cried and remembered that she had lost a grandfather recently that she was close to. Maybe it was that. He grabbed her hand and held it in his tightly.
“Is this about your grandpa again, love?”
Y/N shook her head and pulled her hand away from his. Now Peter was really confused. He racked his brain trying to figure out what else it could be, but every single option he came up with just came to a dead end. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how hard he was trying to think, and she found it ironic. He was so intelligent, the smartest guy she’s ever known. Yet he’s so oblivious when it comes to the small things, she always thought that maybe his brain was so big, that the most simple of questions really took a couple of seconds for him to think about.
“I’m just tired, Peter.” She finally croaked.
Peter’s heart fell into his chest. His gaze met hers instantly and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He always thought about how Y/N never deserved to be with someone like him, not when he has the whole Spider-Man thing going for him. It’s unfair to her. And he always felt like one day she’d get tired of it all, but he was praying to God out of his own selfishness, that today was not that day.
“This…” She hiccuped. “This is the seventh time that I’ve stayed up past what we agreed to see each other at just to see if maybe you needed a little more time to come home.”
Now Peter understood. 
“You said you’d only be ten minutes at 11:45 and it's two in the morning now, Peter.” Peter looked down at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. “It’s been so hard for me these past couple times to just tell myself this is what I signed up for. But I miss you so much while you’re gone.”
She broke down in tears again, sobbing into her hands. Her sobs and her hiccups were muffled, but that only made them louder in Peter’s head. She was right, in every way imaginable. He hadn’t been much of a boyfriend recently, only texting her about how much he loved and missed her, sending her a quick selfie while he was mid-swing from one crime to the next. He couldn’t even imagine how lonely she must feel within those gaps of time that he wasn’t messaging her.
“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” Peter cooed. “I know that I’ve been really busy recently, and I-I can’t even think about how lonely you must feel every single time I do this,”
Y/N looked up from her hands and wiped the snot that was running down her nose. She could barely keep her puffy eyes open enough to look at him.
“Don’t ever tell yourself that this is what you signed up for ever again.” Peter scolded. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I knew in my heart that I was ready to be your boyfriend. And I still believe that. I haven’t been giving you the attention that you deserve and that’s completely on me. Okay?”
Y/N stayed quiet, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. The scary part was over. She was never good with calling people out and telling them how what they’re doing affects her. She’d rather just forgive them and never have to talk about it again. But then, when it happens again, she just puts herself through an endless cycle.
“I just miss you…” Y/N sobbed, wrapping her arms around Peter.
She dug her nose into the crook of his neck, bringing her hands up to the back of his head to feel his hair in between her fingers. When Peter hugged her back, her entire body relaxed and she just let him hold her while she cried into his suit. Peter was rubbing her back comfortingly, whispering sweet things into her ears in between pressing kisses to the top of her head and her temples.
“I’ll do better for you, baby. I promise, okay?”
Y/N nodded. 
Peter felt himself getting choked up the entire time Y/N was crying in front of him. The lump in the back of his throat was almost unbearable to push his spit past whenever he swallowed. He held Y/N in his arms for a while longer before finally taking his suit off and changing into some pajamas. He crawled into bed with Y/N and held her once more, the sound of her heart beat finally calming down bringing a soft smile to his face. He kissed the top of her head once more and closed his eyes.
That night, he made a promise to himself.
A promise that she was never going to feel like this ever again.
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harrysfolklore · 2 years
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can you please do an instagram concept with devon lee carlson?? 💖
i think this blurb turned out way too sappy but i hope you like it <3 please help me reblogging this post since tumblr is not showing my notifs to anyone
ask me anything | masterlist | SUPPORT ME
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yourinstagram There’s a show in my hometown today 🥰
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harryfan1 awww that’s adorable
gemmastyles I woke up in full harrie mood today
↳ yourinstagram ME TOO
↳ harryfan2 i love them
annetwist ❤️❤️❤️
harryfan3 i bet tonight’s show is going to be so emotional
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harrybluebird WE MET HARRY IN MANCHESTER TODAY
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harryfan1 OMFGGGG
harryfan2 HOW WAS IT WTF
↳ harrybluebird we literally ran into him and yn, they were strolling around, she took the pic 🥺
harryfan3 he looks so relaxed when he’s home my baby
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harryandyn YN vía instagram stories !
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harryfan1 not harry causing traffic
harryfan2 lambert is so unintentionally funny
harryfan3 she must be so proud
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yourinstagram Hometown show… a lot of emotions tonight ❤️
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harryfan1 GORGEOUS GIRL
harrystyles ❤️❤️❤️
↳ harryfan2 i love when he comments and that only happens when she posts
jefezoff 🥺
harryfan3 she and harry used to go to school and manchester together and now they’re in manchester for harry’s solo stadium show brb i’m going to cry
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harryontour “You know, on nights like this when you get to come home and I get to come home, my family’s here, my girlfriend who I met when I was in Holmes Chapel Comp is here, my friends here, people from school, each and every one of you make this special."
- Harry thanking the crowd in Manchester tonight ❤️
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harryfan1 IM CRYING
harryfan2 that was so beautiful, all his loved ones there
harryfan3 i can’t believe harry is still dating his his high school girlfriend that’s peak soulmates
harryfan4 if i was yn i would be sobbing
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harryupdates Harry via Instagram Stories !
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harryfan1 OMGGGG
harryfan2 yn is so cute 🥺🥺
harryfan3 i love when he’s active
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harrystyles Love On Tour. Manchester I. June, 2022.
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harryfan1 BABYYYY
annetwist ❤️❤️❤️
harris_reed Little angel 👼
yourinstagram I love you so much, my heart is about to burst
↳ harryfan2 IM CRYING
↳ harryfan3 same girl
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yourinstagram We used to live in this city, our school was down the road, we shared our first kiss in the downtown park, you used to work in the local bakery and i used to work babysitting the little kids of our neighborhood. Now we´re here for your sold out stadium shows, something you used to dream about when we were little kids, and i’m so grateful to be part of this amazing road. I love you, Harry, you deserve this more than anyone else.
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harryfan1 im crying. this is beautiful
gemmastyles You’re making me cry, we love you so much
harryfan2 they’re the definition of soulmates
harrystyles None of this would be possible without you, darling. Thank your for believing in me when not even I did. I’m so very much, in love with you x
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↳ harryfan4 their love is just too pure 
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freyrmichokolatte · 1 year
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Timmy forgor arc because I'm a fucked up little shit and I want my fave to suffer because that's how I am smh
Timmy canonically puts notes on everything that's important to him because he might throw everything related to Cosmo and Wanda so it shouldn't be any different that he'll put notes on everything related to the rest of the Nicktoons
But what if he also writes everything that happened in a diary and kept it hidden in a box filled with things related to his Godfamily and the Nicktoons?
Timmy already turned 18 and the next day after his birthday, the first thing he saw when he woke up is an empty fish tank still filled with water. Timmy got super confused because why is there a fish tank here? Why does it have water when there's literally no fish inside? Then he saw the sticky note and went oh ok I guest I shouldn't throw it out then.
Throughout the day, he keeps seeing sticky notes with his hand writing on it saying "Don't throw it out me! -Timmy Turner". Timmy doesn't know the purpose of all the things because he only does this when it's actually important so he doesn't understand why there's a sticky note with the same message pinned on his old hat.
When he, Chester, and AJ hangout, they'd sometimes ask him about the things he forgotten and Timmy is just confused. His reaction are just "What?" "Since when did that happen?" "Talking to objects? Did you hit your head or something cause wtf" Chester and AJ had to suffer but didn't dive too deep into it.
That until Chester mentioned Jimmy
Timmy isn't the type to forget people that he's close and actually liked him. So when Timmy said he doesn't know who Jimmy is it caused a havoc. Chester made cards filled with things related to their childhood while AJ interogated the poor brunet's head off just to get answers so he could somehow cure his bestfriend's amnesia.
This went for Gods' know how long it just keeps going.
But hey the Nicktoons fianlly visited hoorayyyy
They didn't encounter Timmy first though, they encountered Chester and AJ. They both felt like their dreaming but soon dragged them into their shared appartment with Timmy because wtf their bestfriend's bestfriends who doesn't even know they're his bestfriends from different universes are here and oh are they glad.
Before the Nicktoons could even say something, AJ and Chester already bombered them with concerns relating to Timmy while the three are all just there sitting on a small couch and saying literally the same things as if they were one person.
Where's Timmy? What happened to his Fairy programs? What do you mean he has amnesia? He doesn't remember us? What the fuck does this mean? Is this related to the Fairy World's rules?
They were all distraught. Spongebob who's no longer in disguise is sobbing. Danny is in denial. He sees him as his kid brother and said kid brother sees him as his big brother there's no way he could've forgotten him right? He denise it, there's no way.
And Jimmy is fucking depressed. After a long time of trying to find a way to go to Timmy's universe, the first thing that was said to him was that Timmy forgot about them.
Jimmy was mad. He wasn't mad at Timmy for getting his memories erased, he was mad that he didn't do anything to prevent it. He was mad at himself. But he knew damn well that there's no way of stopping Da Rules and the rest of the Laws of the Fairy World.
Meanwhile with Timmy, he sneezed as he's currently going back to his old house to get the rest of his old stuff. Then he went to the attic and saw some weird big old box with his name written on it. The box was filled with notebooks, diaries and pictures.
Timmy was utterly bamboozled
He skimmed through some of the pages. Fairies? Ghost brother figure? A talking sponge? And he's hooked? Timmy doesn't even know anymore. Then he took the photos inside the box.
What the fuck.
Why is there a sponge? It's alive? Why is there a floating guy behind him? Who's he brunet with a weird hair style?
And why do these strangers feel so familiar?
The more he dives deep into it, the more his head hurts. Timmy decided to brush it off temporarily and took the box with him. He'll get his stuff next time.
ANYWAY the rest is up to you guys on how you want it to end I'm out of energy to write the rest ksksakjssfhasksf
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hughesmedicine · 1 year
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just a bunch of swifties 7| t. zegras
trevor zegras x hughes reader
jabosml(masterlists)
ending this series and I’ve loved it so much so let’s end it with a bang🫶🏻 also tried to make it cute but it’s not them without joking, thanks for the support on the series this whole time🧡🥹
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ynzegras: surprise🥹❤️ but I love you baby and I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone other than you. I will forever be thankful for Jack introducing us even if I broke the no falling for friends rule it was worth it for you🧡
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jackhughes: oh my god.
| jamie.drysdale: i can’t tell if this is a good “oh my god” or a bad one🙅‍♀️
| ynzegras: it’s a good one, he’s running around the house screaming “im gonna be an uncle”
_alextorcotte: I need to know did trevor faint when you told him you’re pregnant?? Also congratulations bestie so happy for you and ig I’m happy for trevor!
| trevorzegras: why do you guys always circle back around to the fainting and thank you?
| ynzegras: he didn’t faint but he did run around the house screaming we’re having a baby and immediately told me we’re naming him/her taylor and thanks bestie, you better come around more!
| _alextorcotte: sounds about right but please don’t name it taylor and I’m on my way right now!
| jamie.drysdale: it’s too late for that but swiftie party?
| ynzegras: it’s not, I never agreed to it and yes swiftie party!
| trevorzegras: not listening, we’re naming it taylor.
| ynzegras: I’ll take this wedding ring off zegras.
| trevorzegras: we’re not naming it taylor and I’m joining this party.
lhughes_06 expect more visits from me now but congrats sis, so happy for you both!
| trevorzegras oh god no but thanks luke!
| lhughes_06 oh god yes** I think you put the wrong word💁‍♀️
| trevorzegras no I put the right word
| lhughes_06 @ynzegras get him in check pls
| ynzegras: on it, trevor you’re on the couch tonight and thanks moosey!
| trevorzegras lukes not allowed in the house anymore @/lhughes_06 bring a fucken tent when you come to visit.
elblue6: sweetie congrats (again!) I’m so happy for you both and I’m so glad to have an amazing son in law🥹❤️
| trevorzegras: I’m sobbing momma el I love you so much and best mom in law ever!!😭🧡
| ynzegras: thank you mom I love you!❤️
_quinnhughes: why am I finding out through an instagram post???
| eliaspettersson: no same wtf?
| ynzegras yikes shouldn’t have went out drinking
| _quinnhughes okay sorry that we wanted to have good time
| ynzegras a good time? You came home with Elias and immediately got into my bed hugged eachother and we all cried about our feelings which thank you for that, needed it
| eliaspettersson: so that’s why I woke up in trevors arms this morning 💀
anaheimducks omg congrats! Got a little duck coming soon🥹🧡
| ynzegras thank you and can’t wait till we get the little jersey for it!🧡
| trevorzegras she already ordered it
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trevorzegras: this will forever be my favorite day, I love you so much and I can’t wait till i can you my wife forever. Thank you for being the best lover to me and I wouldn’t change it for anything🧡 also can’t wait to hold our little ducking
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ynzegras: I can’t even type since I’m crying so much but I love you so much and I’m so excited for the years to come😭🧡
| _alextorcotte: looks like we’re here again but yes jamie and I can confirm she’s crying
| trevorzegras: this time I can confirm too!
| jackhughes comfort her man!
| jamie.drysdale and he’s supposed to be a good fiancé😐
| trevorzegras I am! Literally comforting her right now
dylanduke25 you made luke cry
| lhughes_06 you said you wouldn’t tell!!
| ynzegras: awe moosey come to my room group cry!
| lhughes_06 🏃‍♀️ coming!
anaheimducks little duckling😭🧡
| ynzegras it’s the cutest nickname ever!!😭
elblue6 best son in law!!🧡
| trevorzegras: oh I’m crying now
| _quinnhughes jack and I comforting him cause we’re crying too, jacks crying cause now him and trevor are related
canucks: congrats!!!
njdevils: little ducking will be getting a devils jersey from every player on the team!
| ynzegras jacks will be the favorite one!
| jackhughes I didn’t think I had any more tears left till I saw this comment
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darklordofthesimp · 1 year
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Okok i know for the most part we are all rahhh konig we will guilt trip you for the rest of your life and completely understandably so
But to my understanding he seems like a sensitive being, at the very least much more than his average male teammates/counterparts. I can only imagine how bad he feels, what if there’s a moment where after weeks of training and being at odds with Birdy because of her logical hostility, he just sit down and just cries it out. Like takes off his hood and sobs into it and clenches it with all of his frustration and anger and remorse. Maybe even hits his own head with his fist once or twice as if to tell himself that that doesn’t even begin to scale what Birdy had to go through/how she felt. It’s still important to note that he only acted upon the initial order and that he didn’t do it as if he was out to get her. The concept of him beating himself to hell for it still gets me.
Staring down at his hands with horror, maybe still seeing red painting every inch and cuticle as if it had just happened all over again. And what if Birdy walked past his room and heard him crying :(( I would like to see if people would think she’d react like “wtf are you crying about get up bruh” or would actually take a moment to realize that he does genuinely feel bad and is at a crossroads, simply not knowing what more to do. Sorry this was so long 😭😭many thots about this story but I love your work so much!!!! Been a fan forever love our big masked men hehe keep up the great work :))
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(If you're looking for acid trip 141 and Ghost hiding in the walls it's the ask below this one ❤)
100% Anon.
Imagine, though, feeling like you don't DESERVE to cry. You don't deserve to be upset, you don't deserve to break down about it, you don't deserve to hate yourself on this level because you weren't the one who got hurt. König is fucking suffering.
He's never committed friendly fire but he wished to whoever was listening that it had just been a bullet wound. He wishes he'd just shot you from across the rooftop, wounding you rather than mutilating you.
But he'd been so full of fire, full of rage. He'd thought that you were lining up his team in your crosshairs.
He hadn't realised how small you were, he hadnt seen the 141 patches. He'd only seen an enemy target as he was told.
Every night he had nightmares. He'd be training you in the gym, gripping your wrists to demonstrate how to break a hold, when it would shift. The vision would shimmer as though changing and in the next moment his hands are wrapped around your neck as you lay bloody and battered beneath his body.
He woke up screaming every night.
Just before you would wake up.
It's how he would always be awake for your night terrors, he'd been kept up by his own.
After a particular rough session, resulting in you sobbing against him and begging him to leave you alone, König lumbers back to his room. Your nose had begun to bleed spontaneously, although he hadn't laid a hand on your face. When he'd gone to swipe it before it had landed on your mouth, the second you caught sight of it on his fingers it was all over.
Your tears, the fear in your gaze, your shaky hands, he fucking hated it. He hated himself but he didn't deserve to be upset and he didn't deserve to be emotionally fucked.
So when he curled onto himself on the rooftop, knees tight against his chest and his cheeks wet, he wept with the knowledge that he was undeserving.
He hadn't known you were watching him from the doorway. He was too emotional. And for a moment there, a dark hideous thought curled against your mind, telling you that you could have your revenge right there.
He wouldn't blame you for it. Nobody would.
But something about watching this man cry over your blood on his finger thawed something enough in your heart to spare him.
He would live today.
Just today.
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jmkho · 9 months
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I woke up and saw Instagram and cried. I am so so so so proud of him. Oh my god. I am so happy to see him be himself. To see him be comfortable to be who he is. To share who he is. I am still crying because I bet he felt a weight lift off himself. He's been happy but had to hide it like wtf no one should ever have to do that. I'm sobbing rn as I type this.
Josh you ain't never gonna see this but you truly are an amazing and beautiful person. And I'm so so so proud of you ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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gyutarowritings · 2 months
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Idk if this is how you send in requests or not but wtf I’m here lol kinda embarrassed to write this but I gotta get this thought outta my head bro
Idk if this request would fit within what you enjoy/can/are able to write for but I’ll ramble on nonetheless
How do you think Gyutaro would work with comforting a s/o that struggles with Emetophobia that leads to seperation issues. Like I’m talking the phobia goes up sometimes to where s/o stops eating or is nonverbal, and the separation anxiety is bad to the point of freaking out if they don’t know where Gyutaro is
I’m strugglin rn man I just need my favorite man to hold me
𝓖𝔂𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓢/𝓞 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓔𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓪
a/n- Hope this helps. And to anyone reading this my requests are always open
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In all the years you have been together he has never been aware of your phobia.
You both have separation anxiety. As much as it pains him to leave your side he has to do it sometimes for upper moon meetings, missions and getting food.
When he leaves your breaths feel cold. and you feel like curling up on yourself and cry.
You always feel so relieved when he comes back.
It got worse.
You stopped eating afraid of puking. and yo never talked anymore.
Gyutaro noticed this but didn't say anything.
One night you woke up and Gyutaro wasn't by your side.
Your breaths became short and your mind frantic.
You couldn't hold it back. You started sobbing and shaking.
Gyutaro came back. when he saw you he immediately went to check on you.
you grasped him like it was your last time ever seeing him.
He immediately hugged you back and held you in his arms letting you cry your heart out in his chest.
After an while your tears dried up. You told Gyutaro everything.
After that day he paid extra attention you and made sure whenever he had to leave for an while he cuddle you for hours before to make up for it.
He helps you through your phobia. And helps you eat again.
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a/n- hope this helps
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