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[porcelanitaa]

face reveal or something...

I like my hair messy like this... and my eye bags too.. nyeh..

[lascvitae]

loser subby jimin pleaseeee

reader does not have to be mean but jimin begs

EARNED IT ✵ YU JIMIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. SO IMA CARE FOR YOU, YOU, YOU

ᝰ.ᐟ you didn’t expect karina to text you after that night. but she did. and now you’re in her apartment again.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. nerd g!p!karina x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) it’s the same au as fantasize ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). mention of weed, cursing, dom!reader, pet names (baby), cunnilingus, creampie (wrap it fore you tap it), fingering, praise & degradation, begging, choking, face riding.

ᝰ.ᐟ katty i got like two other asks with a request like this 😪 also i hate using the word cock sm idk why

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 3.3k

masterlist.

YOU DIDN'T EXPECT JIMIN TO message you. not because you thought she would regret it — if anything, you were the one who should have. getting high at aeri’s place and letting things unfold the way they did wasn’t your plan, as if you didn’t spend the entire semester tormenting her over one stupid test grade.

but you don’t regret it. not really.

you just didn’t think she’d be the one to reach out first.

jimin

hey

wanna hang out?

no emojis. no explanation. just that. like she wasn’t still fresh in your memory. you didn’t answer right away. you waited until twenty minutes later.

you

sure

your place?

now here you are. her door opens before you can knock.

she looks like she tried really hard not to try too hard — gray sweatpants and a random tank top. her glasses are sliding down her nose and her hair’s up but messy. she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek.

you raise an eyebrow. “hi.”

“hey. come in.” she says quickly, like she practiced it.

the place smells like weed and lavender laundry detergent. textbooks are piled on her desk and there’s a hoodie slung over the back of her chair.

“didn’t think you’d actually text me.” you say.

jimin frowns. “why not?”

you shrug, taking your time. “figured you’d be embarrassed.”

she opens her mouth like she’s about to argue — then closes it. her cheeks flush pink.

“i’m not.” she mumbles.

“sure.”

“i’m not!” she insists, voice cracking just slightly. “i just— i thought it would be chill. like, normal.”

you glance at her bed. then back to her. “this is your idea of normal?”

she panics. “i didn’t mean like— that. i just thought we could hang out. talk. watch something.”

“you want to watch a movie?” you ask.

“yes.”

“and you want to talk.”

“yes.”

you look at her. she looks at the floor.

“you invited me over just to hang out.” you repeat.

she nods quickly. “yeah.”

you let the silence stretch a moment too long. then you take a step closer.

“you’re hard, aren’t you?”

her breath catches. “n-no.”

you tilt your head. “you sure?”

she goes very still. you take another step. fingers brushing her waistband. “you invited me over just to hang out.” you echo right against her ear, softer this time.

she shudders. doesn’t answer.

you smile. “liar.”

jimin flinches like you’ve read her mind — which, to be fair, you have. but before you can push more, she blurts out. “movie. let’s pick a movie.”

you don’t know how you ended up cuddling. jimin’s bed is warm and she’s even warmer, wrapped around you under the blanket like she’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

some movie’s playing quietly on her laptop, half forgotten. it’s the kind of comfort film that she’s seen a dozen times. you’re curled up with your back to her chest, her arm draped lazily over your stomach. you can feel her breathing slow and steady against your neck.

you sigh, relaxed and content. “you watching?”

“mhm.” she lies, nose brushing your shoulder.

but her fingers haven’t moved from where they’re resting, just above the hem of your oversized shirt, and you can feel her staring. not at the screen, but down your body. you’re not even wearing anything scandalous, just a loose top and a pair of shorts.

she hasn’t moved in a while.

not really.

her hand is now resting innocently on your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt. but it keeps twitching. every time you shift, breathe, or stretch just a little, her fingers twitch. like she’s fighting the urge to grab.

“jimin?”

“yeah?”

“you good?” you murmur.

jimin hums. “mhm.”

“you sure?”

her nose brushes your shoulder. “you’re just… distracting.”

you let the silence stretch before shifting slightly, letting the thin fabric of your shorts ride higher on your hips. “am i?”

you don’t have to look. you can feel the way she stiffens.

“wanna tell me what exactly is so distracting, jimin?”

her fingers flex against your stomach. “you’re wearing those shorts.”

you glance down at your thighs, feigning innocence. “you don’t like them?”

“i love them. i love everything you wear. i just—“ she mumbles, voice going soft. “i can’t stop thinking about what’s under them.”

you finally turn around to face her. she’s looking at you like you’re already undressed, eyes low and dazed, lip caught between her teeth.

“say that again?” you tease.

she flushes. “i said i can’t stop thinking about you.”

you tilt your head. “and what do you want to do about it?”

“i…” her voice falters. then she swallows. “can i touch you? please?”

your lips curve slowly. there’s something about the way she asks— please.

“touch me where, baby?” you ask, voice low.

jimin’s breath hitches. her hand on your stomach is shaking slightly now, fingers flexing against your skin like she doesn’t trust herself to not be greedy.

“anywhere you’ll let me. please.” she whispers.

you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to her jaw. “that desperate already?”

“i know. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” she whines quietly. like it’s your fault she’s like this.

you press your body closer against hers and she gasps when she feels how warm you are. how little you’re wearing underneath those shorts she can’t stop staring at.

“go on, then. show me how much you want it.” you murmur.

she doesn’t waste a second. her hand dips lower, trembling slightly as she slides it beneath your shorts. she brushes over the lace of your underwear and whimpers.

you laugh softly against her neck. “yeah? you like the lace?”

“i love it. you wore these on purpose, didn’t you?” she breathes.

you hum in amusement. “what if i did?”

jimin’s fingers graze against your clothed heat and the sound she makes is barely a sound at all.

“fuck.” she whispers.

you shift slightly, enough to grind into her hand.

“please, y/n.”

you hum, grabbing her wrist and guiding her even further. she sucks in a breath as your wetness coats her fingers, riding them slowly. “is this what you wanted?”

she looked up at you, pressing her hand into you more. “n-no, i— i need more…”

you pouted mockingly at her tone. “what do you need, baby? tell me.”

her breath catches. “i… can i use my mouth? please?”

you tilt your head. “use your mouth how?”

she whimpers. “i wanna taste you. please— wanna make you feel good. been thinking about it all day.”

you brush your thumb across her cheek, letting the moment stretch as she looks up at you from in between your thighs.

“you’re already begging, baby. so needy tonight.” you mumble.

“i can’t help it. you make me like this.” she nuzzled into your palm.

you tangle your fingers in her hair and lean back, spreading your knees just enough to make her breath stutter. she settles between them, hands on your thighs, waiting. she’s flushed everywhere, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

“go on then. you wanna taste me?” your voice is soft but firm.

her fingers twitch as she slowly slides them up your thighs, like she’s scared to move too fast and lose the moment. she kisses just above your knee first, then again, higher this time.

you tilt her chin up to look at you. “you that desperate?”

she nods quickly, biting her lip. you drag her hand up your body and slip it beneath your shirt, over bare skin. her breath catches when she feels how warm you are, fingers splaying across your stomach.

you brush her hair away from her face. “you’ve been like this since i walked in, haven’t you?”

jimin nods, mouth falling open just slightly. “since before that.”

you raise an eyebrow. “before?”

she nodded. “i— i touch myself to you.”

your grin is wicked and slow. you already knew, but there was something about the way that she said it. “do you?”

she nods again and this time her hands tighten on your waist. “can’t help it. you’re just— fuck, please let me taste you. i need it.”

you shift slightly, one hand cradling the back of her head. she takes it as a yes and obeys instantly, tugging your shorts down. she tugs on the hem of your panties, biting her bottom lip as her mouth watered. she looked up at you for permission, mouth hovering over the fabric. the moment your lips twitch into a small smirk, she leans in.

her tongue licks a stripe up your clothed cunt, groaning to herself before pulling the lace panties down with her teeth. her mouth opens as soon as you’re bare in front of her, eyes fluttering like the sight alone makes her dizzy.

“god, you’re so wet. i love these... fuck, let me—“ she breathes.

you guide her forward with the lightest pressure and she dives in.

she’s needy — messy, greedy, moaning into your skin like she’s been starving for days. her tongue works in desperate circles, hands clutching your thighs like she’s afraid that you might disappear.

you keep your voice low and steady. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”

she moans in response, hips subtly grinding against the mattress as she chases friction she’s too shy to ask for.

“is that how you do it when you’re alone? thinking about me while you fuck your hand?” you whisper.

she whimpers into your core, the sound pure hunger.

“look at you. such a mess. all for me.” you murmur.

when you pull her hair back gently so you can see her face, she gasps. her lips are glossy and her chin is soaked.

“please— please ride my face… i need to feel you like that.” she says.

you hum, slow and satisfied. “you want me to sit on your face?”

jimin nods frantically, still catching her breath. “yes, please. i want it so bad. i want you to use me."

you raise an eyebrow, loving the way her voice cracks. “use you?”

she swallows hard, face flushed, eyes pleading. “i’ll be good— i won’t stop until you’re done.”

you gently push her onto her back and swing one leg over her chest, thighs on each side of her face. she stares up at you like you’re divine, like she doesn’t know where to look first — your dripping cunt, your chest, or the curve of your hips above her.

“don’t tease, baby. please let me—“ she whimpers.

you lower yourself slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut the moment your heat grazes her lips. the second you sit fully on her face, she moans like she’s the one being fucked.

“god, jimin. your mouth…” you groan, threading your fingers through her hair.

she sucks your clit into her mouth with a hunger that’s almost overwhelming, tongue flicking and flattening, alternating between slow licks and messy, frantic ones. it’s uncoordinated and desperate, but that’s what makes it good. she’s not trying to perform. she’s just starving for you.

“you’re so pathetic. all i did was sit on your face and you’re already whining.” you murmur, running your fingers through her hair.

her moan vibrates against you and your hips twitch in response. you grind slowly against her mouth, rolling your hips in circles as you keep your eyes locked on hers.

“like that, baby. fuck, your tongue feels so good— you’re so messy for me.”

she whines into you, tongue pushing deeper and the vibrations shoot straight up your spine.

you don’t even realize how loud you’re being until she moans louder in return, hips shifting under you as if she’s chasing her own pleasure while drowning in yours.

“you love this, don’t you? love being used like this.” you gasp, tugging her hair when her tongue circles your clit just right.

jimin’s hands slide up your thighs to grip your ass, holding you tighter against her face like she never wants to come up. you grind harder, more deliberate now, using her mouth just like she begged you to.

she’s soaked beneath her sweats — you can feel it. she’s probably leaking down her thigh from how hard she’s grinding into the mattress.

“such a good girl. so desperate to please me.” you gasp. she groans in response, eyes rolling back when you tug her hair harder and press yourself down a little more.

“fuck, jimin— i’m so close— gonna cum on your pretty face�� don’t stop— don’t stop—” your thighs start to shake, rhythm turning frenzied. she’s making the filthiest sounds between your legs and you can’t stop — won’t stop — until your orgasm rips through you, loud and messy.

you cum with a cry, hips shaking as you ride her face through it, thighs clamping around her head. she moans, devouring every drop and licking you through every shake.

you collapse forward onto the mattress, panting and flushed before slipping off her face with shaky legs. she’s dazed, face flushed and lips wet with your slick.

she keeps going, licking you through it even when your hips twitch and you gasp her name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck, jimin.” you breathe.

“did… did i do good?”

you don’t answer right away — still breathless, thighs trembling, body heavy with the aftershocks of pleasure. jimin’s eyes are wide and starry like she’s never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

“you did perfect, baby. so good for me.” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to forehead.

she whines softly, leaning into your touch like she’s aching for more even now. your thumb grazes her jaw and she turns into it, pressing a kiss there, needy and tender. and then another. and another. she kisses up your arm, your wrist, anywhere she can reach. like she’s trying to worship you with her mouth.

“need you. please… want you to ride me.” she whispers against your skin.

you pause, eyes dropping to the outline of her length beneath her sweats — straining and twitching slightly. “you’re so hard.”

she nods, shame and desperation in her voice. “since you got on top of me. couldn’t help it.”

your smirk is slow. satisfied. “so greedy.”

you lean down to kiss her, messy and deep, tongue pushing past her lips before she can say anything else. her hands find your hips again but she doesn’t dare take more than you give. she just whimpers into the kiss like she’s falling apart.

“take it off. let me see how much you want it.” you murmur against her lips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her sweats.

she obeys instantly, pushing her pants down with trembling hands. her cock bounces free, thick and slick with precum at the tip. she gasps when your fingers wrap around it and you stroke it slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“you this desperate just from eating me out?” you tease.

“you taste so fucking good. could cum from just that.” she breathes, voice cracked.

you hum, straddling her hips, cunt bare and still dripping from the high that she gave you. when you drag the head of her cock through your folds, she chokes on her breath, hips jerking beneath you. you tease by grinding down on her length but not sinking down on her yet.

you run your fingers slowly down her chest, watch the way her stomach jump under your touch.

“jimin. look at you.” you murmur.

her eyes flutter open. barely. they’re hazy. “i— i can’t. you’re too pretty.“ she breathes.

you tilt your head. “mhm?”

she nods frantically, pupils blown wide. “yes. yes, please. i’ll be good. i’ll let you use me however you want, i just— i need you. need to feel how tight you are.”

you reach down and grip her cock, guiding it slowly to your entrance. her breath catches, chest heaving as you tease the tip against your folds.

“that what you want, baby? want to be inside me?” you whisper.

she nods desperately while whimpering. “yes— it’s yours. all yours. fuck— please ride me. i need you.”

you sink down in one smooth motion and jimin’s head hits the headboard with a loud thud as a strangled moan leaves her throat.

“fuuuck— oh my god— you’re so tight.” her hands shoot to your waist, gripping tight.

you start slow. each grind of your hips has her moaning helplessly, voice high and wrecked. her cock is thick and twitching inside you, and the second you roll your hips again she whimpers.

“like it when i ride you?” you purr, nails dragging lightly across her chest.

“yesyes— love it when it’s you.”

“you’re so fucking pretty.” you murmur.

she shivers. “can you say that again?”

“you’re so pretty.”

jimin moans, loud and desperate. “feels so good, please— please don’t stop—”

“i won’t, baby.” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss her jaw.

you grind your hips faster and harder. she bucks up into you but you slam your hips down to stop her. “no. you don’t get to take it.”

she whines and the sound goes straight to your cunt.

“said you’d be good. good girls let me use them.” you murmur, dragging your nails down her chest and over her heaving stomach.

“please. please use me, i’ll be so good—” she moans out.

you cut her off by clenching around her and grinding down hard, drawing a sharp cry from her throat.

“that’s my good girl.” you breathe, watching her moan.

slapping skin, wet sounds, and a mixture of your moans fill the room as her cock hits just right. you tilt your hips until she’s brushing against that spot over and over, your mouth falling open.

“right there— oh my god— fuck, right there—”

jimin’s hands shake as she grips your thighs. “you’re so fucking tight, baby— please, you’re gonna make me cum—”

you lean forward, hand wrapping gently around her throat. not tight but enough pressure to make her look up at you.

“you better not cum until i tell you. hold it, baby. be my good girl and hold it.” you warn, voice breaking on a moan.

she whimpers. “yes. yes— anything— just keep fucking me.”

you slam your hips down, lost in it. every bounce draws a new cry from her throat and she sounds so pretty — like she needs it.

her hands are everywhere now — your waist, the exposed area of your chest, mouth messy while she leaves bruises like she wants to mark you.

“touch me, jimin. make me cum.” you whisper into her ear, voice breaking.

and she does, fingertips slipping between your legs, stroking your clit while you ride her, rough and desperate and so good that your whole body seizes up when you finally cum. you moan her name into her mouth, and she gasps like it’s her own orgasm, cock twitching like she’s right on the edge too.

“fuck— fuck, i’m gonna— can i— please—”

“cum for me. fill me up, baby.” you pant, still grinding through your high.

she cries out and spills inside you, hips jerking wildly as she presses her face into your chest, whimpering and moaning and holding you like she’ll fall apart without you there. once she’s done, you collapse against her chest, panting and dazed. her fingers caress your hair.

“you okay?”

she nods with a flushed face, inching you closer. “yeah.”

“you did so good.” you kissed along her collarbone, fixing her hair. she bit her lip, watching you. her cheeks flushed slightly and you saw her mouth part once you pulled away.

“hmm?” you hummed, unable to fight the smile from dancing onto your lips. she massaged your hips, hands sliding up to your waist.

she looked at you with the most innocent eyes for someone who had just been used like a toy.

“…can we go again?” she asked, voice hoarse while smiling up at you like an idiot.

“you’re such a loser.” you teased, but your hips are already rolling against her again.

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[harkovsangel]

ㅤ ♡ྀི Ditzydoll!reader giving coked out Rafe ‘look of love’ eye’s mid fuck

cw: 18+!, mdni, dubcon, coke usage(reader and Rafe), rough sex, anal

a/n: Wrote this awhile ago for one of my friends and decided to post it now, so i also don’t know what to title it as 😭 I have to repost ditzydoll!reader’s introduction thing still 😭 NOT PROOFREAD

“Fuck… so fuckin’ tight, betcha love getting your ass fucked like this huh?” Rafe degraded, his words slurred. One of his hands had a bruising grip on your hips, holding them up so that he can fuck into you easier, meanwhile your body was laying limply into the bed. Rafe’s other hand roughly pushing your head further into the pillow as if he was trying to suffocate you.

Your mind was hazy with the coke you did earlier and the fact Rafe’s already fucked you dumb. Your hair was a mess, body covered in sweat and face covered in ruin makeup. All you could think about was Rafe and pure adoration for him, despite the degrading and coked out words leaving his lips and rough touch.

You coughed out a moan and sucked in a breath when Rafe finally let his grip on your head, pulling your head out of the sheets. He rested his hand down on the mattress next to your head, watching with lidded ‘n glossed eye’s as his cock disappeared in and out of your ass. “God ‘m love this fucking slutty ass.” He muttered more to himself than you.

You rested your cheek down in your own pool of drool, not even reacting to the uncomfortable texture as you looked up at Rafe. Admiring his coked out form, whom to most, would appear unattractive, but you loved. You loved everyway Rafe looked, the way he sounded, the way you knew he felt about you even if he was currently using you like a fuck doll.

“Made to take my cock weren’t you?” He asked rhetorically, almost sure of himself. Looking back up at you, only for his thrusts to halt slightly as he saw the way you looked up at him.

Your face was a mess, mascara down your cheeks, blotches of rubbed away foundation, lipstick coloured drool down your chin. Some sweat covered strands of your hair stuck to your face.

Your eye’s were wide, almost shining from the way the light reflected against your eye’s. And he could practically feel the mix of awe, love and trust in your gaze. It made his coked up mind clear up a little.

It took him a second to process the way you were looking up at him, but when he finally did a smug smirk made way to his face, and he leaned down closer to you, one arm resting on the mattress.

“Yeah.. You fuckin’ love me don’t ya?” He said, other hand moving from your hip to cup your face.

You nodded, still staring up at him, watching as his eye’s roamed your face. A swell of warmness forming in your chest.

“Yeah you do.” He smirked, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Always gon’ be mine?” He asked, his tone seeming cocky, but you could still hear the slight desperation in his tone and could see it in his eyes and the way his smile fell slightly. You knew how to read Rafe like a book.

“Always..” You managed to get out despite your coke and fucked out state, voice just loud enough for him to hear.

That’s all Rafe needed to hear, a this time genuine smile making it’s way to his face.One arm wrapping around your shoulder and another resting on the bed. His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, swallowing up your moans as he quickly started his pace back up. A moan of his own leaving his mouth through the kiss as the walls of your ass clenched around him.

⟡ ݁₊ . written by harkovsangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[creepfever]

I love you , I love you until my heart stops beating . I love you even beyond that . I love you , I love you enough to leave a trail of bodies , who thought they have a chance with you . They never stood a chance . Not when you have me .

[elaofarc]

oh-honey-moon | NANAMI K.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝⭒ content; —mdni. husband!nanami. honeymoon shenanigans. face sıttıng. pūssy eating. spıttıng and slappıng mentioned only once. f!orgāsm.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝⭒ word count; —4k

๋࣭ ⭑⚝⭒an; —i planned this to be something soft and all about married life, but here i am, providing you with this. this is all i got so please praise me, thanks. ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Nanami's brows furrowed involuntarily, if he was aware of his own expression he'd definitely hide it. His index finger tapping a restless rhythm on his crossed arms while his eyes heavily rest upon your figure, standing on the chair in front of your laptop, he finds all of this even more annoying. Despite his attempt at a distant demeanor, the audible tap of his foot on the carpeted floor betrays his impatience—even though you can't catch the way he stomps the floor, it's still there. It almost seems as if he is unconsciously trying to divert your attention from your work, his looming shadow casting a presence behind you as he hovers over your seated form—if you were aware of him, you'd probably be laughing and finding it endearingly cute how demanding he is. The sense of neglect gnaws at him even though he knows that you're not doing this on purpose, it's a result of your relentless dedication to your work that keeps you apart. This is supposed to be your honeymoon, for goodness' sake, and yet here you are, still engrossed in tasks at one o'clock in the morning even though you can handle them very well when you get back. Nanami grapples with his reluctance to voice his concerns, fearing he might come across as overly needy if he is to express how overlooked he is feeling right now. Leaning in close, he rests his head against your shoulder in silence, his hands sneaking underneath his own shirt that's completely oversized for you, tenderly tracing circles on your stomach as he breathes in your scent deeply, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips. "Bed, love, now," he urges firmly, his voice carrying a blend of longing and insistence as he speaks.

If you knew that you'd have a doting husband, a happy marriage and a shitload of money; maybe you wouldn't think money was the most important thing in life during your teenage years. Money meant everything for you, probably because of how you experienced your parents' stress about not having enough income to get by. So, that's why you chose a job like this. Your job wouldn't recognize holidays or off-days; even though you mainly work from home, you're just constantly on your laptop, phone and tablet.

You know that you promised to never touch any work related thing during your honeymoon, yet, the paycheck is good, and you just can't slack off. When Nanami's big and strong arms sneak up on you, his veiny hand on your stomach under your shirt and his forehead on your shoulder; you softly chuckle without peeling your eyes from the bright screen. "I know, baby," you murmur, fingers typing the words out at an inhumane speed. "I will be in bed, give me a min."

Nanami exhales with a frown, his warm breath fanning your neck. He's upset that you prioritized the laptop instead of him. He places a gentle squeeze on your soft stomach, and his hands slowly slide underneath your loose t-shirt, causing your skin to tingle from the feeling of his warm, large hands.

"It's two in the morning. We both know you've been working your ass off while we were supposed to be enjoying our honeymoon." His voice is hoarse and low.

And he is right and you can't deny it; this is your honeymoon. What kind of an asshole works on their honeymoon? Well, definitely not Nanami, but you sound like you fit the type. With a soft sigh escaping your lips, you give in. Yeah, this work and the deadline are definitely not your problems, especially not now. You can deal with them once you get back from your honeymoon.

So, you gently lean back closer to your husband, feeling the warmth of his touch envelop you as you close your eyes and rest the back of your head against the crook of his neck—right where his shoulder meets the curve of his neck, right where you fit perfectly. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your arms wrapping around Nanami's arms even though his strong hold has already crept under your oversized t-shirt the moment he approached you. "You're right, I'm being an annoying workaholic. I'll deal with it later."

A small smirk appears on Nanami's features as you lean back against him with a murmured apology. He releases a deep purr when you rest your head against his neck where you fit seamlessly. He places a tender kiss on the sensitive part, his large hands gently rubbing your warm stomach.

"Mm," he hums in acknowledgment and presses another kiss on your shoulder. "No need to apologize. I just wish you'd stop treating the job as a priority over your own well-being," he whispers, his chest rising and falling against your back.

One of the thin straps of your top slides down to your shoulder since Nanami shuffles a lot while holding you, embracing you; or more like caging you in between those strong arms. His thick biceps and veiny hands... you would've never expected him to be this muscular underneath those expensive suits. Everytime he kisses you, it has a fuzzy and warm feeling to it; filling you up to the brim with such intense emotions.

You slightly turn your head around to face him, and you're glad that those dark-circles are long gone. He used to be the same workaholic as you, but after starting to date you, he made you his priority. You place a kiss to where you can reach, under his jawline. His warmth and scent make you dizzy as you let out a content sigh. "I'll do better from now on," you murmur, feeling all too pliant enveloped by his embrace. "I love you. Let's get back to bed, hm?"

Nanami's sharp ears catch your response and he releases a deep, satisfied groan at the vow you made. His lips gently touch each side of your shoulder, and then he leans into your touch when you place a kiss along his jawline.

"I know you will," he murmurs back, his tone filled with a warm affection. He presses one final kiss behind your ear before he slowly withdraws, tugging you away from the desk and in the direction of the bed. He gently guides you towards the comfortable sheets, a quiet anticipation present in his eyes.

You leave the big chair placed in front of the big desk in your suite hotel room, tall windows let the most of the light cast upon the vast room. It's really dark outside except for the faint city lights coming from the distance. The bed is placed in the middle as a classic; two bedside drawers on each side of the bed while the sliding door to the balcony is on the left side of the room. The room has everything in it, and you think that you can stay inside this room during your whole stay here.

With your hand getting lost in Nanami's veiny, big hand, you follow him to the bed. His t-shirt looks like it can fit two more of you in it, your hair is messy since you've interrupted your own sleep with your work. The sheets are messy, too, both of you shuffle a lot during your sleep. You immediately plop yourself onto the bed, and Nanami's scent mixed with yours makes you close your eyes and bask in it. God—you truly love him.

"Better?"

Nanami releases a gentle hum as he settles into the plush mattress, wrapping his strong arm around your waist, his thick biceps flexing under your touch. His other arm beneath your head finds a home in your hair, gently stroking and playing with the soft strands. His chest rises and falls underneath you with each breath, and his muscular body radiates a heat that seeps into you. His fingers glide over your skin, drawing invisible patterns on his chest as you do the same to him.

He chuckles softly at your question, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. "Much better," he murmurs, his voice a low and soothing rumble. "You have no idea how good that feels, love."

You feel drowsy, probably due to the warmth that seeps into your body from Nanami. It's already pretty late, too, so it's only natural for your eyelids to feel heavier and heavier as you listen to his deep and raspy voice. Even when he talks in a low tone, his voice shakes you to your core—full of tenderness and love for you. You pull back slightly to look at his face, his sharp features appearing softer than ever under the faint lights coming from the tall windows. You can't help but softly laugh; his eyes are closed but he's not sleeping, you know that. "I bet it feels good," you say, fingertips gently tracing the outline of his face. "What's up with you tonight? You're extremely clingy, I'm surprised."

A small smile creeps onto Nanami's chiseled features as your fingertips gently trace the contours of his face. He opens his eyes and meets your gaze, his expression filled with an intense and burning desire. He shifts his body to face you and captures your hand, intertwining your fingers with his own. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, the touch gentle yet firm. "Am I?" he asks with a hint of amusement. "Perhaps I've been craving your presence," he murmurs, leaning in to steal a tender kiss from your lips.

It's always an intense feeling whenever your eyes meet his, and it'll always be like that, very likely. As if you're not his wife and just a girl who has a crush on him, you always get the need to avert your gaze when his strong gaze catches your eyes. With your eyes that shine like a sky adorned with stars, always reflecting what you feel even without trying—Nanami doesn't have to ask you questions to know what or how you feel, he already knows by staring into your eyes. All of it feels suffocatingly warm and fuzzy after you pull back from the kiss, and you realize this is where you've always wanted to be. "Oh, you definitely are," you murmur, fingers habitually finding their places in his soft hair. "I like this side of you, a lot."

A low sound almost like a groan resonates deep within Nanami's chest as you tangle your fingers through his hair, his eyes closing involuntarily in relaxation at your touch. His muscular frame is pressed close to yours, his heat wrapping around you like a warm, comforting blanket. He nuzzles his face into the nook of your shoulder, his lips pressing gently against the sensitive skin with a tender kiss.

"Good," he murmurs softly, his voice low and husky with affection. "Because I plan on being extra clingy."

The way your bodies act on their own with a magnetic force whenever they touch has always been mind-blowing for you, really. Whenever Nanami wraps his arms around your waist, your body presses against him on its own. Whenever his hand cups your cheek, you nuzzle against his big hand. Whenever his lips find solace in the nook of your sensitive neck, your head drops back to give him more room—almost as if you're completely offering yourself to him.

"Oh?" You murmur softly, eyebrows raising slightly as you can't hold in the chuckle escaping your lips. "How so? You're spoiling me too much, I might get addicted and demand more and more."

A low groan vibrates within Nanami's throat when you tilt your head back, giving him access to your sensitive neck. His lips gently press against your exposed skin, planting languid and wet kisses along the curve of your shoulder, causing chills to ripple down your spine. His palm rests against your cheek, his thumb caressing the smoothness beneath his touch. "You have no idea the things you do to me," he whispers, almost inaudibly. "Well, if you ask me; you deserve to be spoiled like a goddess."

"Besides," he whispers again, his voice husky and seductive, "Is that such a bad thing?" He pauses his affections for a moment and gently nibbles on your earlobe, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"I quite like indulging your every whim."

"Ah," you sweetly whisper back, eyes closing in tranquility as you softly smile. Nanami is always taken aback by your beauty, everytime he sees you it feels like it's his first time seeing you. His heart never fails to flatter in his chest just by seeing you; rather you are reading a book while cozily curled up in a couch, or furrowing in front of your laptop, or embraced in his arms like this, you are always a sight for sore eyes. "The addicting high of being turned into a brat by my very beloved husband," you say, the slightest sly smirk spreading across your face.

"You're a handful," he responds, amusement laced in his voice as he gently tugs on your earlobe with the slightest bit of teeth, his grip on you growing firmer. His large hand gently squeezes your waist, pulling your body even closer to his. Every inch of your body is pressed against his, his heat and weight enveloping your form tightly like fine linen. Nanami continues his ministrations on your neck, his tongue lightly trailing along the column of your throat, his warm, skilled mouth gently nipping at your sensitive skin. His sharp teeth playfully graze you, creating tantalizing sensations that send electricity humming through your body. "How did I fall in love with you? You're driving me insane," he teases, and it only fuels that sly smirk plastered across your beautiful face.

The warmth enveloping you turns into something hotter, even heavier when you feel Nanami's teeth coming in contact with the sensitive skin of your neck. With your eyes closed, you let out a pleased hum—and that's probably all he needs from the very beginning, to be honest. You find yourself straddling his lap, your body being moved with such ease by his strong hands as he places you on top of his own body. You're stimulated by how he feels underneath you; ready to give you everything you ask for and more. Feeling him pressed against you has your head spinning as he slightly gets up from the bed, getting into a sitting position as his lips leave no place on your skin untouched. He explores you as if he never did that before, and you find yourself needily clawing at his back. "Nanami," you breathlessly whimper his name, head thrown back as it gets harder and harder to sit still. His large, talented hands roam your body with a possessive need, his touch leaving trails of heat and desire in its wake. He moves with purpose, gently pinning your hips down onto his clothed lap, preventing your squirming body from escaping his heated touch.

Nanami's breath catches in his throat as your fingers dig into his back, the sound of his name falling from your lips like a sultry melody. He can hear the slight strain in your voice, the need evident in your tone. His own body responds involuntarily, a low groan rippling through him as he presses closer. His heart races, pounding against the confines of his chest, as his lips explore every inch of your body with a mix of passion and reverence. His hands hold you firmly against his body, supporting you as you sit on his lap. But as you claw at his back, trying to get even closer to him, he can feel himself unraveling. Feeling your thighs squeezing, his fingers grip your skin, his breathing grows ragged. "So pretty," he groans against your neck. "You sound so pretty, love."

Nanami's mouth trails a path down to your collarbone, his kisses alternating between gentle and possessive. With hungry need, he worships every inch of your skin like a hopeless devotee. He revels in your reaction—the way your back arches and your voice trembles. His breath is hot and heavy against your skin. "Hm?" comes his low, gravelly voice, a sound full of desire. "You like it, don't you?" he asks, his hands gently lifting your shirt up. Your bodies practically molding together, you feel yourself suddenly growing needy, desperate to be touched and explored even more. The hungry kisses and determined bites to your skin feel like they don't do enough justice to your burning body—you relish in the way his big hands sneak under the oversized t-shirt you stole from him, causing the hair on your nape to stand up in its wake. "Yeah," you breathlessly reply without wasting a second, head nodding with a little bit too much craving.

The thin fabric feels unnecessary as Nanami worships every inch of your skin within his reach, probably saving what's underneath the pieces of clothing for the last. You grow impatient, body slightly jolting forward when his big hands cover the whole small of your back. "Nanami, please," you whimper, eyebrows furrowing as it gets almost impossible to stop yourself from grinding against him. You feel your shorts getting wet, and it's kind of embarrassing—just by being kissed... Your body tenses, pussy begging for any kind of friction as you feel him growing hard in his sweatpants. If you could just—if you could, God, it'd solve all your current problems if you could just grind against his growing erection. With a low groan, he pulls you closer. "Look at me," he commands, his breath hot against your skin. "Please what?" he whispers. "You need to tell me exactly what you want, love." His hands slide from your back to your hips, slowly guiding you closer and bringing your body in contact with the hardness growing beneath him. All his words are barely a whisper, but the deep tone of his voice tells of his own desperations.

A sound like a soft, broken soft falls from your lips as Nanami shifts in his place, sliding down to lay on his back completely—he bucks his hips up, and it doesn't help. It rips another delicious moan from you, body jolting in his lap again as you hold onto his thick biceps for support; nails digging into his skin. "Don't be mean," you whine, lips pouting momentarily. "You know what I want."

"Do I?" His response is breathless as his big hands hold onto your hips, helping you grind against him, practically riding him through the fabric of these annoying clothes as your body slightly trembles. "Yeah," you immediately reply, eyes getting glossy since the vast suite feels smaller, hotter than ever. Your fingers find the waistband of Nanami's sweatpants, eager to free him from it, yet he holds your hand—causing it to get lost in his big palm. You realize that his hands are actually cold, but it burns when he touches your skin. "Careful," he warns, voice low and husky as he stares into your eyes—his usual neat hair is messy, some strands falling over his forehead, it looks fluffier and softer than usual. "I'm in charge here."

You part your lips to protest, but it’s cut before you even have the chance when Nanami softly smacks your ass with one hand—urging you to lift yourself off from his lap, to inch closer to his face. “Go on,” he says, causing your breath to hitch in your throat as you feel nailed to where you are. “Come on, doll, don’t make me say it twice.”

When you lift your hips up, Nanami doesn’t waste any second; his fingers hook around the waistband of your poor excuse of shorts, that’s what he’d probably say, and he throws them somewhere. God, he loves it when you don’t wear anything underneath; he’s immediately welcomed by your glistening folds as he pushes you a little bit further, lips parting and brows knitting as soon as he has you pressed against his mouth. Your knees pressed against the bed on both sides of his head, one hand holds onto the head of the bed as the other tugs on Nanami’s messy hair—he’ll be the death of you, that’s for sure. 

“Fuck,” the moan is long and drawn-out as your legs tremble, you’re glad that he’s supporting you with his big hands as the bridge of his nose nuzzles against your clit and his tongue laps at your weeping cunt—everytime your body jerks away from him, he has you pressed against his mouth. His low groans send vibrations throughout your whole body, making you cry in pleasure. “Fuck, Nanami—wait,” you breathlessly protest, feeling like you’re losing a piece of your sanity whenever his lips press kisses to your clit and his tongue delves into your pussy; tasting you and eating you out like a starved man. The slick sounds fill the room, hypnotizing, mixing with your breathless whimper and soft cries as well as Nanami’s deep and muffled groans against your pussy. “Can’t wait,” he replies, as if he’s heard you just now, and his gaze meets your eyes, holding your gaze captive. It gets you even wetter, if that’s possible, causing your juices to drip down to his chin and smear all over your inner thighs as his tongue keeps working on you. 

“Please, if you—fuck, fuck, if you don’t wait, I’m just gonna—,” you avert your gaze, feeling embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze as your vision becomes blurry—you’ve forgotten everything that led up to this. Nanami’s face buried in your pussy, tongue desperately lapping, his nose nuzzling against where you need it the most, hands kneading the soft skin of your thighs as his muffled moans and groans send shivers down to your spine. You feel his body twitching, too, hips bucking into the emptiness, he must be painfully hard—pre-cum leaking, staining his sweatpants as he eats you out. 

Without having the chance to say anything, that coiled up feeling explodes—causing you erratically grind against Nanami’s tongue, probably stealing his air, yet he doesn’t seem like he’s complaining even a bit. As you cum, letting him taste you on his tongue and your juices dripping down to his chin, you softly sob—the intense feeling stealing the breath from your lungs. It takes you some time to come down from your high, slowly keeping up your movement. Nanami serves you like the queen you are, letting you tug on his hair and sticking his tongue out, you even hear him gulp, slick sounds becoming slightly louder.

You finally pull back, sliding down until you’re sitting right on top of his painfully hard and sensitive cock, he hisses when he feels your warmth and wetness even through the fabric of his sweatpants. Your legs tremble, and you’re overly-sensitive, but feeling him growing hard just by having you sitting on his face washes you over with that oh-so-familiar feeling. Mind in a haze, you bring your hand up to your husband’s chin and gather all the wetness smeared all over his mouth and chin before you push your thumb into his mouth. Nanami obliges, parting his lips and sucking your finger clean before he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your finger.

“Nanami,” you let your chest meet with his, your hand trailing down on his body until you reach his cock—he gently takes your hand in his, pressing kisses to your knuckles. “No, love,” he is quick to deny you, more like deny himself, and your eyebrows knit together.

“Huh?” 

“Just wanted to make you feel good,” he says with that hoarse tone of his voice. “Wanted to show you what you missed while spending your hours on that fucking desk and ignoring me.”

Your cheeks get flushed now that you know he has been thinking about this all day, how can you let your husband go to sleep with a painfully hard erection? You kiss his jawline before sliding even lower on the bed, eyes peering through your eyelashes as your head moves lower and lower. “I should apologize appropriately, then,” you murmur, fingers hooking around the waistband of his sweatpants. “That’d be only fair, given the circumstances, right?”

Breathlessly, Nanami chuckles—arm lazily thrown over his eyes for a minute or two before he sits up on the bed, helping you get down on your knees on the ground before grabbing you gently by your chin. “Fuck,” he murmurs, seeing your lips parted apart as you tug on his sweatpants. He leans down, spitting in your mouth as you’ve asked, and a gentle slap across your flushed cheek follows shortly after. “What am I going to do with you?” 

[neuvistar]

ate marie (is it ok for me to call you that) ano po yung thoughts mo sa mga genshin dads

- pinoy anon

❝ GENSHIN PAPAS ?! ❞ childe, thoma, neuvi, wrio, itto n kaveh x fem!reader cw. some mentions of pregnancy | small a/n. hello again pinoy anon :3 ++ ofc! u can call me that, always ❕GENSHIN PAPAS… sige wait lang.. i think the best dads would probably be!!!!! (list natin yng mga dilfs guys)

𝐂𝐇��𝐋𝐃𝐄

AH YES OF COURSE. THE NUMBER ONE FAMILY GUY. childe being on this list is not surprising considering the fact he’s (canonically?) a family man, he loves his siblings n u can’t tell me he wants his own children too :(( he probably has 3-4, a big family just like his own! he really does try his best to balance his occupation and his job as a husband and father, he knows what he does isn’t really what parents would do but he’s a good dad regardless :(( he makes sure his work doesn’t get in the way of his love for his young ones

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

i think thoma would be one of the best fathers, i mean.. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM. he’s so sweet guys 😭☝️ i think he’s a stay at home dad, cooking delicious meals for his exhausted wife and cute little babies <3 thoma is most definitely a family typa guy… i’m calling it rn he has abt 3-4 kids (waw) :3 the first time u had given birth 2 ur first child his heart immediately melted into hot chocolate, he was SOOOO happy and so damn emotional :((( he’s such a good papa n u know that all too well, you married such a good man :,)

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

neuvillette again with either 4-5 little dragons who look just like him 😋 i feel like neuvillette would be a heavily sweet father who’s also strict in his own ways, all he wants is to keep his little ones safe so you can’t blame him for being so (kinda) snappy whenever they run off somewhere :(( he loves his little ones too much he doesn’t want ANYTHING bad 2 happen to them. neuvillette already treats the melusines like his own children, so it’s no doubt he gives his dragonlings the same behaviour <3 he’s such a good dad

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

his entire backstory just SCREAMS “best papa” and u can’t tell me otherwise. wriothesley is somewhat unexpected but i believe he wants kids of his own, maybe 2! due to how gentle and sweet he was to the little girl in his trailer AAANNND where he protected the other children in his backstory :(( wriothesley would be such a good daddy and i know that for sure, he has a soft spot for them and definitely devotes his life 2 protecting them and YOU :(( making sure they got the childhood he never had

𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

something about this big guy just makes me go “oh yeah. he’s definitely the typa guy to have kids.” ITTO… he’s just a fun dad :(( i can imagine his little ones inheriting his oni features.. his horns, etc! they look exactly like itto atp your genes didn’t even try 2 fight LMAO but anyways, itto is such a fantastic father! not as strict as others but he’s definitely fun and lets his young ones be carefree! i know for a fact one of his oni kids r an exact a copy of him :3

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

like i’ve been saying for the past few weeks now, KAVEH IS SO (GIRL) DAD CODED. this man jus screams girl dad or jus dad in general n i believe in that statement FULLY. kaveh’s a busy father who tries his best to tend to your needs n his little ones! (hint, they’re all girls) his daughters look EXACTLY like him and it’s acc insane :,3 kaveh just sparks me as a typa guy who’d be a dad, he jus gives off major dad energy! since he’s sassy, i bet his daughters would be sassy too n sass him daily :3

[anglbunny]

ANGEL!READER ଓ

꒰ANGEL!READER꒱ who grew up wrapped in the quiet strength of religious tradition, the good girl who never stepped out of line. Perfect student, gentle soul, always the one who said the right thing and smiled sweetly, even when she wanted to scream. she hate the loud, obnoxious kids — especially the ones who think rules don’t apply to them — because they threaten the peace she held so dearly. she believed in saving herself , in waiting for the right moment, the right person, the sacredness of it all. She even wore a purity ring.

꒰ANGEL!READER꒱ she's shy, painfully quiet around new people, and intimacy scares her in ways she don’t fully understand. she keeps her walls high, guarding that soft heart like it’s the last fragile thing on earth. But beneath that innocent exterior, there’s a secret fire — a deep craving to be taken, to be undone, even if her voice says no. Deep down, she long for someone dangerous. someone who’ll see through her ‘no’ to the desperate yes beneath it.

꒰ANGEL!READER꒱ she's an angel with a halo of vulnerability, and no matter how much she tries to keep the darkness away, danger seems to find her anyway. Maybe it’s the way she shines brightly, smiles so sweetly, or maybe it's the way that she wants someone to teach her how cruel the world really is. Either way, she's drawn to chaos even as she tries to avoid it — and she's powerless to resist when it finally comes.

ALL WORKS

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A/N: This isn't a apart of any series or aus. and she's not a literal angel

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

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[lovethestarrs]

for you i hold my breath ౨ৎ john p.

cw: fem!reader . sensitive . comfort . john is literally my big sweet bear man (♡ᴗ♡) . pet names . super short :(

I am not 18 nor above, so if that makes you uncomfortable dni or block ♡ pls keep the peace

“lovie, what’s the matter?” john speaks, his hand rubbing your thigh through your blanket. your face was hidden away, he could see you shaking with sobs.

“go away, john!” you sulk, pulling the blankets tighter over your head.

“c’mon, baby… don’t be like that.” he lowers his face near your covered head. “talk to me, please?”

finally, your fingers grip the blanket, pulling it further down to reveal your puffy eyes, all red and irritated from sobbing. “aw, lovie, you poor thing,” his thumb strokes your cheek soothingly, wiping away the tears that were still damp and ever so present. “what’s the matter, hm?”

“i dunno… i just feel… off.”

“how have you been sleeping lately?”

“not too well,” you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. “it’s hard to sleep when you’re gone at night.”

john sighs—you’re right. he had been so busy at work lately, slacking off on taking care of the most important thing, his girl. it broke his heart knowing him being so lost in work was affecting you negatively.

“oh, sweet girl,” he scoops you up, pulling you tight against his chest. “i know i’ve been so busy.. i haven’t been giving you much attention, have i?” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i promise i’ll make it up to you, tell me how, lovie.. what do you wanna do?”

with his hands cupping your face, you speak. “can we have a movie night? and maybe we can spend time cuddling in bed and sleep in.”

he smiles, his mustache curling with his lips. “that’s all? nothing more i can do for you, m’lady?” his playfully lilt makes you return the smile, making you laugh. “i think you deserve more. and i’ll give it all to you. i’d fetch you the moon if you’d ask me to.”

“hmm.. gives me an idea.” you squint.

“oh, lovie… you’ll get it.” john presses another kiss to you cheek, littering them all over your face.

[lvve-talks]

Congratulations on 300 followers love!!! You deserve this and more, I'm so so happy for you. ❣️

What do you think of Art being readers tutor, except she's actually just faking not understanding anything because she wants to spend time with him.

"i just don't get it!" you huff for the fourth time while mulling over the same problem for an hour. of course, the answer is 47%, and the equation is pretty straightforward, but he doesn't have to know that you know that.

you're great at statistics. art is... average. but when you saw him sitting front row of your stat 202 lecture on the first day of classes you knew you had to have him. golden curls sitting so prettily above that sharp nose and blue eyes sparking behind those slutty glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

after class one day in the second week, you tap him on the shoulder and ask if he understood anything the teacher was talking about.

"uh, yeah, sure," he answers, turning around to lean over your desk and explain confidence intervals while you stare at his cute pink lips the whole time instead of listening.

"you're really good at explaining things," you compliment despite not having listened to a word he had said. you learn that you really like how he looks when his face gets all warm and flushed.

"really? um, thanks," he pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose bashfully and you catch yourself wondering how that nose would feel buried between your thighs.

"do you think you could tutor me on this?" you ask sweetly, twirling your pen into your hair. "i'm like... so bad at math," you explain simply, lying through your teeth.

you can see him considering the situation in his mind. pros and cons, how much he really wants to see you every week or so. the answer is clearly a lot when he answers "yeah, i could do that. i have tennis practice pretty much every day, but i'm sure we could find time," he clears his throat when he's done like it took effort to get that many words out when you're looking at him like that.

"really? perfect!" you clap your hands together, a pleased grin breaking out onto your lips. "here, give me your number. so we can.. plan where to meet and stuff," you hand your phone over to him and he seems to get impossibly redder. how cute.

for the first few meetings, you'd meet at the library. you tell him with a pout that you got a c on the first test despite nailing it and you lean in extra close when he comforts you and tells you that you can still pass the class with grades like that, but that's why he's here to help!

you memorize his features and the inflection of his voice when you're supposed to be learning the central limit theorem and always ask him questions about home and tennis and his other classes to get him off track when you get bored of that.

you sit extra close to him, your thighs and your elbows brushing as you make him draw models on your notebook to show you how they work, even if his numbers are slightly off, you can't correct him.

you always wait for him to finish his tests in class first, doodling stars in the margins after you finish so that it doesn't look suspicious. you slowly work up to telling him your real test scores so he can feel accomplished as your tutor. once, when he asks you what you got on an exam, you slip up and casually say 95.

"what?" he asks, eyes wide, clearly astonished, "that's.. awesome."

"all because of you!" you cheer, quickly wrapping him up in a hug to distract him.

eventually, you convince him to start meeting in one of your dorms. it's so much easier than going all the way to the library after all. you lay on your stomach, head practically in his lap as he sits with his back to the wall, notebook or laptop conspicuously hiding the semi he's been rocking ever since seeing you sprawled out on his sheets.

it all comes crashing down one day when you're idly scrolling on your phone as he searches through your desk for some flashcards in preparation for the final exam. what he finds instead is your very first exam from the semester, a big red 100 penned at the top.

"what's this?" he asks, his heart pounding in his chest as he holds it up for you to see. it's unmistakable. your name penciled in at the top next to stat 202, section 4. and a fat red 100. even circled for emphasis and a little great job from your professor. the test you had told him you got a c on. the test he had barely scraped by with a b.

you glance up casually, your heart stopping in your chest as you register what he's holding. your eyes flick up to his, the expression on your face making it clear to him that you weren't expecting him to find that. "i.. um..." you start, not quite sure how to explain it away this time.

"what's the square root of 196?" he asks suddenly, like he's quizzing you. you can't tell if he's angry or not, his expression stony as he looks at you, only his blue eyes giving away the hint of betrayal.

"14?" you answer correctly, knowing you can't go about fooling him anymore.

he sighs, his hand holding the test falling to his side and his head falling back to look up at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry, art," you're immediately sliding off your bed to approach him, a regretful look on your face. and you really are. you didn't want to lie to him, not really, but you just had to get to know him.

"why did you lie to me?" he asks, finally looking down at you again, the hurt clear on his face this time.

"i'm sorry," you repeat, softer this time, intertwining your fingers with those of his free hand. "i just... i wanted to talk to you. to spend time with you," you try and explain, knowing it's still not exactly justified.

"you couldn't have just talked to me like a normal person? asked me to hang out, get coffee or something?" he asks and you cringe at the accusation in his tone.

"i just.. it was the first thing i thought of. and then i liked spending time with you so much, i just had to keep up with the lie or i thought i'd lose you and..." you trail off, looking down at your feet in shame. you know you betrayed his trust, you're simply praying he'll give you another chance.

he sighs softly again, his hand gingerly coming up to you jaw to tilt your head up to look at him again. "you're not going to lose me," he insists, his eyes looking much softer now as he takes you in. "but i think maybe you should be the one tutoring me," he teases, a small smile gracing his features that makes you sag with relief.

"i'm sorry," you sigh again as he pulls you into his chest. you wrap your arms around him, breathing in his scent and thanking whatever it is out there that's clearly on your side.

"shh," he shushes you gently, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "i forgive you. this time," he adds with a chuckle that inflates your chest. a second chance is all you need. statistically, you had to be much more likely to get it right the second time.

[kaheinheart]

[porcelanitaa]

[lascvitae]

minjeong gf texts i beg you…. i’ve been so obsessed with her nowadays

♯┆girlfriend texts ft. minjeong .ᐟ

synopsis. random girlfriend texts with minjeong

pairing. nonidol!minjeong x fem!reader genre. smau, comedy, fluff warning(s). cursing, last few slides are very suggestive

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: HOW COULD I EVER SAY NOOOO omg yall know i love minjeong smmm 🥴🥴🥴🥴 ALSO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG </3 i don’t think i’ll ever recover from the golden state pics btw

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꒰ঌ ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ Corrupted angel ‪‪. . . ❤︎‬ ໒꒱

꒰ঌ prologue , chapter 1 , psychotic!Rafe x nice­!reader ໒꒱ 18+

♡ྀི ₊ Summary: polar opposites is the best way to describe you and Rafe. You’d be surprised if Rafe even knew you exist- he was the king of your university. All the girls all over him. And for a long time he didn’t know you existed, nor would he care, but that quickly changed when he finally laid eyes on you.

♡ྀི ₊ Content warning: 18+!, mdni, unsettling porn descriptions, extreme breath play(with plastic bag), no actual smut but descriptions of the above at the end.

♡ྀི ₊ a/n: I’m so excited that i finally chose to get this idea out of my head and into writing… i hope you guys like this series because i’ve been fantasizing for it for a good couple months now. Butt the prologue is kind of.. idk how to describe it, chocky? 😭 Just meant to give you an idea of the series! 💞

The sounds of instruments were the only thing you heard, the sounds harmonizing together to make the familiar sound of ‘clair de lune’.

Orchestra. Your escape from the stress of university work. Being able to just play an instrument and enjoy the sounds of harmonization between multiple instruments being a good relaxation for you. Helping to prevent you from getting burnt out.

Or, it usually did. Now you had the nerves of the upcoming concert to deal with. It was your first ever concert with this group of people.

Your eyes scanned your page of music. You didn’t have much notes for clair de lune. Occasionally playing the melody and thats about it.

Your focus was primarily on your solo piece, ‘swan theme’ from swan lake. Of course, it had to consist primarily of high notes, which you struggled to play the most on clarinet.

The upcoming concert was part of the summer fair that was showcasing multiple student performances, along with yoga, food trucks, carnival games etc. A supposed-to-be joyous event for students.

The sound of the door to the orchestra room opening tore your attention from your page of music.

“Ah! Hello Rafe, what do you need?” Your conductor and professor, Mr. Charles, said, leaning forward in his chair to see the door that was partly blocked due to a poorly decided placement of a bookcase, full of musical songs, history and so on.

Rafe Cameron. The multi talented frat dude. You’ve heard mixed things about him, some being good, some being more… concerning. But you’re always one to give everyone a chance, well aware of the gossip that can spread out of jealousy and dislike, even if you luckily have not had to experience it first hand.

Rafes head peered in, eye’s scanning the room before his eyes made way to Mr. Charles. “Hey uh.. Anisa’s looking for a uh…” Rafe trailed off, making a motion with his hand as if that’ll make him remember what ‘Anisa’ was looking for. “That a uh.. wax..? that people use on the violin?”

“Rosin?” Mr. Charles grinned at Rafes attempt to describe it. “There’s one right here.” He said chuckling, grabbing one next to him on his desk and reaching towards Rafe to give it to him.

Rafe grinned, a laugh escaping his lips as he took the Rosin from your professor. “Yeah.. sorry,”

‘Cute..’ You thought, admiring the slightly adorable laugh that left him and the smile that formed on his face. A small smile of your own forming on your lips.

And in that exact moment, Rafes eyes went straight to you. Eyes darting to the smile on your face as you looked at him, eye’s instinctively narrowing as if he just discovered something in his head.

Rafe then muttured a half-hearted “Thanks.” Towards Mr. Charles while still staring at you, a smile making its way to his face, directed towards you before he left the room.

The moment was simple, if anything just a friendly moment between two people. But your little, hopeless romantic brain started spinning, warmth making its way to your cheeks.

So it was, your mind was now occupied for probably… what? A week? All around thoughts of a guy who just smiled at you.

As your mind started to immediately make up scenarios, you smiled to yourself, barely being able to contain it as you looked down and tried to focus back on your notes.

You huffed as you finally got back home. Your half done up sweater half way down one of your shoulders as you lazily kicked your shoes off and plopped your bag onto your desk chair.

Where was your mind at? Rafe of course. How could it not be? You were dying all day to get out of the torture of classes to just lay on your bed and confess all your made up scenarios to your best friend, Lisa.

-

♡ྀི You: Lissaaa !! Omg i’m going crazy !!!

♡ྀི Lisa: what’s it this time?

♡ྀི You: So you know Rafe Cameron right? He’s like superr popular?

-

You sent the message, smiling pathetically at the thought of Rafe, but your smile fell when Lisa took a few seconds to respond. ‘Lisa is typing’ coming on and off the screen.

-

♡ྀི Lisa: god angel no! not RAFE CAMERON of all people

♡ྀི Lisa: please, listen to me on this, i already know that you’ve probably already been thinking about him all day over some little communication but he’s a complete dirt bag

♡ྀི Lisa: trust me on this please

-

You cocked your head to the side slightly, eyebrows narrowing as you considered Lisa’s words. Unlike you, Lisa believed in gossip and that’s what formed her opinions. You just sighed, internally rolling your eyes as you went back to typing.

-

♡ྀི You: Got it. No Rafe.

♡ྀི You: But a girl can still fantasize right?

♡ྀི Lisa: lol yes i suppose

-

It was 12am at night. Complete silence in Tannyhill. Everyone else sleeping, resting and preparing for the next day ahead. Everyone except Rafe.

His breath was heavy, one hand picking at the skin of his lips while the other typed away at his laptops keyboard. Sweat coated his forehead and eye’s showed evidence of his coked out state.

And in his mind ran rapid of thoughts about you. How did he not notice you beforehand? How was he unaware of the ‘angel’ of his lame excuse of a university?

The words his friends used to describe you. Cute, of course. And ‘bunny-like’, ‘polite’ and so on.

Rafe had common, random obsessions with girls. But those were more so quick fucks that he was taking advantage of for the time.

But you? no, he felt something different. Sure, he only met you, but he could feel it. And the way you looked at him? It was so… peace inducing. It was a way girls never looked at him before.

Rafe let out a shaky breath as he clicked ‘enter’. His laptop loading up his commonly visited, most likely would be illegal, porn website.

You were so pure.. fragile. A being too good for this world. A being that without his help, will be wrongfully treated, need to face the truth of the world eventually the hard way. He needed to have you. Needed to corrupt you to the truth of the world before it’s too late.

His eye’s scanned the already perfectly loaded videos of hard bdsm or taboo porn.

His breath hitched when he scrolled and saw the thumbnail of a video. A girl, one picture of her crying and practically passed out, and a second with a plastic bag roughly wrapped around her face. His mind instantly thought of you, and he felt two things stir in him.

One of them being an odd sense of anger, as he imagined a guy forcing you into that situation. But another sense of lust, at being the one to teach you how to take such treatment like the good angel he knows you are.

Rafe wasted no time, clicking on the video and moving one hand down to unzip his shorts, eye’s trained on the video while his free hand grabbed his card and straightened up another line of coke.

Fuck, you were totally going to be his.

⟡ ݁₊ . written by harkovsangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

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💤 me thinks about panty thief satoru........ it looks small in his big hands, lace and all pretty and maddeningly thin, thinking of you wearing it gets him dizzy..... he jacks off with it.... his cock prettily twitching every time he cums, body ever so slightly shuddering, he thinks of doing it right in front of you..... smelling and maybe even tasting the fabric to show you that you can trust him to make you feel good as he pumps his own cock with relentless moves..... he's desperate at this point..... he has to get you wet somehow to steal them again n again..... to drown in the scent and get a taste (if he's lucky)..... he dreams of ripping it, or just pushing to the side while dreaming of fucking you, or even maybe going as far as to stuff your mouth with it so your pretty moans will be toned down a bit..... every time he thinks of filling your weeping cunt, he just has to see those lace fabric on your mesmerizing body.... he wants to cum all over it, and make you wear it back...... 💤 me thinks and cries

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