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[piribby]

i’ve never been more shocked in my entire life… another reminder that you can’t trust anyone and especially kpop men YOU DON’T KNOW THEM!!! i hope the victims get justice… sm held on to lucas so what taeil might have done is on a whole new level… it must be horrid the way they’re handling this

[piribby]

𝓙AILBAIT ݁ ˖ ✦ ૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა LOGAN HOWLETT.

logan and his controversially young girlfriend, headcanons. — content warning age gap. nsfw. both characters are of the age of consent. use of the word ‘daddy’ and ‘father’. 18+ only.

logan’s notoriously short-tempered. that, and there isn’t much that can calm him down— so he often lives life perpetually bothered. when he met you, however, there wasn’t a single person who knew logan that couldn’t see the way you leveled him out. kept him calm. only thing is, they don’t know you’ve achieved this unknowingly— the x-man uncharacteristically mellow when you’re around because of how fucking hard his dick gets when he’s with you.

it’s not like you can help it, either. you’re so young, your generation so blasé, so unforgiving and unapologetically true to themselves. what you want, you get, and you make it known that the wolverine is the prize you’ve set your eyes on. it only spurrs you on, his attraction to you— light touches and lewd whispers a drug to the man. he gives you all you want, and more.

where he’d normally criticize others for a relationship like yours, he turns a blind eye to the underlying problems with it. when wade makes a snarky comment after seeing the hickeys sprawled along his tensed neck (again, a trademark of your youth. logan was too young for hickeys, or so wade told him), he finds himself defensive of you.

“if she didn’t want it, she wouldn’t chase it.”

and he’s right. if you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t chase it. but you do. you want it oh, so, bad, and it ignites that twisted, perverted part of him once locked away. anything to remind him of how young you are, how wrong it is? gets his dick so fucking wet he can’t do anything other than indulge in it.

“bet no one’s fucked this cunt like i have, huh? need a real man to do this shit.”

“old enough to be your fuckin’ father, you know that, you greedy girl? gonna let daddy fill you up, hm?”

takes you to bars you’re too young to be in because he loves when you get drunk and plaster yourself all over him in front of all the gross, slimy men who wish you were theirs. keeps his claws unsheathed when he wraps his arms around you and shoves his tongue down your throat so everybody knows you belong to him and only him.

pretends to hate the clothes you wear. plays big bad boyfriend when other men comment on just how good you look so he has an excuse to bend you over anywhere he pleases, just to remind you who you belong to.

where he’d normally shy away from any form of pda— he basks in it with you. one hand on your ass as you walk side by side, gripping the flesh like you might run away from him at any given point. pulls you to his lips at any and all stops just to refresh the taste of you in his mouth. pulls you onto his lap in restaurants and fondles your breasts the corner of the booth where he knows the waiter can see each time he comes to check on you.

never thought he’d be able to find someone to keep up with his stamina. tells you that you keep him young. sometimes, you’re able to go longer than he is— using his cock while he busies himself with other mundane activities until you’re worn out. nuzzle your face on his thighs next to his flaccid cock just waiting for it to harden again, shaking excitedly as you’re able to wrap your lips and kitten lick your way to stuffing his impossibly large member in your mouth.

and boy, does he love watching you make a mess of yourself all over him without him having to lift a finger. where he thought he had the tendency to be demanding and impatient, you succeeded him by a mile. doesn’t care what time of day it is, what he’s doing, your word is law.

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#WayV_1stWin 💚 #WayV_GiveMeThat1stWin 💚

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“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

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sungchan — to X (teaser)

a/n: still working on other fics i swear but i just need to get this idea out of my head and onto the blog👩🏻‍💻 smut, fluff, angst - don’t hold your breath waiting for it though….

“awww….” you coo, raising a hand to his face, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone. he leans into your touch, eyes blinking up through his lashes - hazy from too much to drink. “would you have treated me right?”

“the best,” he mumbles, the corner of his pouty lips brushing against the heel of your hand. “would’ve given you flowers on every date, remembered every special anniversary, would’ve dropped everything if you asked me to come over, we would’ve moved in together with a dog, you would’ve been my everything—”

“yeah?” you say, softly, hand dropping to his shoulder to give him a few sympathetic pats. “you regret that you couldn’t do all that?”

“most of all,” his voice dips low, stretching his syllables out, and you can see him swallow. “i regret that i never got to fuck you.”

your mouth goes dry.

he’s still looking at you, bambi-brown hair tousled over his brows, neediness making his gaze stick to your skin. slender delicate features, tall and crumpled in on himself against the bar. the sweetest boy you knew, the sweetest boy you never thought you deserved —

“you think about fucking me?”

he doesn’t even blink.

“every night.”

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and this is why we need the real singers to keep this industry alive

[piribby]

this is literally the best portrayal of astarion i’ve ever seen. i love him sm :(

when the world sleeps | the stitches

Astarion Ancunin x Reader

Summary: Small tales of private and precious moments shared with Astarion, when the world still sleeps.

Today's tale: You're trying to stitch back together your shirt, Astarion must intervene to save the day.

A/N: A collection of little stories that will be released sporadically, in no particular order. A place for me to store all the sweet little ideas that lurk in my mind about this darling pale elf. Feel free to send requests for any moments you'd like to see. <3

Masterlist

It was an accident. A split second of distraction that got the blade of your enemy slashing into you. It cut through more cloth than skin, you didn't even need a healing potion. But it was your favorite shirt.

You've never been very adept with the needle and thread. Having lived your whole life with the privileges that rested inside your family's estate back in the city, you didn't have much need to mend your own clothes back together whenever they tore apart.

And now you were paying the price for the unlearned skill.

The night was quiet, most of your companions had already retired for the night. Yet you sat crosslegged on a large pillow in your tent, soft candlelight illuminating just enough so you wouldn't prick your fingers.

Scratch insisted on laying beside you, his soft white fur warm as it rested against your leg.

The silence of the night was most welcome, when the days were as hectic as they have been lately.

As you passed the thread through the fabric of your shirt, needle piercing it quite clumsily, you couldn't help but think the stitches looked too far from each other. Or could it be too close? Should it vary depending on the thickness of the fabric?

"Darling?"

You jumped at the sudden voice—soft as it may have been—yanking the needle back and not piercing your thumb only by an inch. You cursed under your breath.

"What in the hells are you doing?" Astarion's choice of words sounded strange in the tender tone of voice he used.

You looked up to see him staring down at you with a confused frown on his eyebrows. The flickering fire of the candles coming from beside you kissed his features ever so faintly, making him seem like the remains of a dream. Dark red eyes, silver hair that reminded you of stardust. What a goner you were. And to think he chose you, too; if anything to warm his bed on cold nights.

"I'm… mending my shirt," you shrugged, with a sheepish smile on your lips, briefly lifting the shirt and needle in your hands.

Astarion opened his mouth only to close it again. He blinked, and shook his head. "You're doing anything but that." He stated, a little exasperated. "Have you ever done this before?"

You shifted your gaze from him, to the shirt on your hands, and back to him. "… Not really, no."

Astarion scoffed, "Well, clearly not."

"Come on it's not that bad." You raised a brow, finding his indignation at your lack of skills rather amusing.

"Not that bad? That thing is gonna tear itself apart with the first movement of your arms." Astarion gestured wildly as if you'd personally offended him, and started walking to the other side of you that wasn't occupied by Scratch. "Move over," he simply said.

You shuffled to the side a little, giving him space on the fluffy pillow beneath you. It was a tight fit as he sat down, his thigh flush with yours.

"Hand it over." Astarion wiggled his fingers and you did so quietly, handing him your shirt along with the needle and thread.

He mumbled something about basic skills and how you'd be lost without him. You didn't pay much mind to it, instead, you were rather enraptured by the way his fingers worked; precise, gentle, and deftly, with not a single wrong movement as the fabric of your shirt molded between the digits. He sews the pieces together from the inside, the needle hardly piercing, more like caressing its way through. It was evident he had done it many, many times before.

You inched closer, and you only realized you had done so when Astarion's movements halted. Needle hovering in the air as his shoulders tensed. His lips pursed when his throat worked through a gulp. You followed the motion, breath fanning over the skin of his neck, you were almost certain you'd seen goosebumps there.

It was a beat, and then Astarion was back to his work. But it was enough to bloom a warmth to your chest, that maybe you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

Leaning your cheek against his shoulder, you asked; "where did you learn to do it so perfectly?"

A quiet chuckle fell past the elf's lips, though it held no amusement. "The clothes we wore were hardly a concern for Cazador, as long as we looked presentable enough to lure people back for him." He frowned, a bitterness flashing through his eyes as his knuckles grew even paler with the way he gripped your shirt, "If we showed up with a torn shirt or ragged pants, that was on us. Even if it were his orders that caused it." The last words were low and forced out, as if the mere thought of them had thrown Astarion back into those dark streets and into the arms of people who didn't care if they ripped him apart.

You wished there was any amount of comfort or honeyed words that you could tell him that would erase the memories altogether. But there wasn't. All you could do was kiss his shoulder and brush your fingers over his arm until his grip relaxed again. Hoping that your love would seep through your pores and melt into his skin.

Astarion leaned the tiniest bit towards you, his lips brushing your hairline in a silent thank you. It felt… strange, how you were able to bring him back from the depths of his mind so easily.

Moments were spent in silence, until the pad of his thumb brushed over the freshly mended corner of your shirt, admiring his work; it was barely perceptive. If you didn't look too closely, you wouldn't even say it had been slashed through with a sword at all.

"Wow, you're good," you whispered, following the same path he had traced with your own fingers. Feeling over the fabric.

A low hum came from the vampire beside you, "I know."

You bit onto your lower lip. Your fingers tangled with his when he didn't pull away, all timid and tentative yet brimming with affection. "Maybe you could teach me someday, and I could mend your clothes for you, too." It went beyond just torn fabric, he knew it, you knew it.

Astarion ducked his head, he hesitated, yet he squeezed your hand quite tightly. "I would like that."

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[piribby]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

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☀️😘🌙

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(890309) ♡ happy birthday to snsd’s legendary and most talented taeyeon! #킹태연생일축하해 #OurDaisyTaeyeonDay  (1,2)

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mark lee, 21, sunglasses anti

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rip seungmin

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she’s the motherfucking blueprint ooh my godd

a model 🌟

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🌼~BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.~🌼 (💜 you)

aw i love you so much 🥺🥺

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he’s 🥺 so 🥺 fucking 🥺 pretty 🥺

@haylo4ever

babie seungmin is so cute 🥺🥺🥺

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we stan a girl with impeccable taste 🥵

i was tagged by the famous aussie @piribby to post my top albums of 2019! as you can see my music taste is all over the place but these are what i listened to the most this year :)

i’m tagging

@ph0ebevix

@honeyvoicehwang

@chanspacito

because y’all are mutuals that i’d like to know more about!

[piribby]

sO i was tagged by the wonderful @kpop-fanatic-lover16 (she’s so sweet btw) to post my top albums of 2019 and welp only 5 are actually from 2019 but mEh it’s what i listened to okay 🥺

i think i may tag

@haylo4ever

@vernonsplug

@kjewelcats

bc y’all are cute and i wanna know more about you too omg. love youuuu