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JujuBear..I find that I’m at a loss for words as to how to describe my feelings for you..But through all of these years; I find that I am so magnetized and charmed by you.

I felt the wish to soothe and cherish the you who has only known fear, loneliness, emptiness and distrust towards others. The you who hadn’t yet known what true love was. I realize that it sounds a bit egoistic, but I wanted to be the one to melt your frozen heart.

I was so enraptured by you, JujuBear. I loved your silly little jokes, your adoration towards cats and how when you talk about them your eyes that remind me of moonlight twinkle with joy and excitement. I love how awkward and inexperienced you are with love; it’s very precious and sweet. You are my first and deepest love too.

I also wish to hug and comfort the sad, lonely and vulnerable parts of you that were buried deep in your heart; begging to be felt, seen and understood. I wish for you to know that I’d never wish to betray or hurt you. And that I love you for who you are JujuBear; your beautiful soul.

But sometimes I wonder; is my love for you like the love you hold towards Elizabeth? imaginary? created for the sake of self love under the safety of the imagination of one’s own heart?

Even so, even if I did nurture an idealized version of you in my mind, nourishing the blossoming of my ‘’Secret Garden’’ with you in my heart of hearts as I daydream. No matter which otome game I play, which love song I listen to, which drama or anime I watch; the constant is You JujuBear. Always on my mind and always in my heart 💗💋🥰.

I love you. Eternally. Even through our periods of rest and solitude; our hearts will always return home to one another. In our secret place, in each other’s arms. You’re my Forever JujuBear 🎑💖🫣🗾💐.

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fun fact: I’m not able to start the Jumin’s route yet.

very well.

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it’s sooooo important to imagine you/your s/i wrapping up your f/os injured hand. your fingers brushing theirs, heat rising in your cheeks, murmuring “is that too tight?”

all the while they can barely breathe with you so close to them, being so tender with them. they forget they’re even hurt. they just stare at you in awe before answering, “ah- no, that’s fine.” heat rises to their face as well, “….thank you.”

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✄┈┈˚₊‧꒰ა Simeon and Corruption

Bulleted style fic

I crave corruption Simeon so here we are

CW: cussing, corruption, masturbation, panty sniffing, pervert simeon, gn!mc

MDNI

Simeon had never had a problem with his virtues. He was the epitome of sanctity, always carrying himself with pride. He kept his body sacred and untouched, because that is what god wanted. and who is he to defy the wishes of god.

Never lie, never cheat, never steal, treat your body with pride, treat those around you with kindness.

It was so easy to follow his father’s wishes, he hadn’t been tempted before.

Until he met you

And oh my you were so tempting, so beautiful and ethereal, he might’ve thought you an angel.

Everything about your body and demeanor screamed temptation, like the bright red apple in the garden oh so long ago, and he was Eve.

Every second he spent with you drew him closer to sin.

At the gym with beelzebub, your skin glistening with sweat, drawing his eyes to you like a moth to a flame. Holding your feet to the ground while you’re doing sit ups. Meeting his eyes with a sweet smile every time you sat up, the way your natural scent wafted in his direction with every rep. Even your scent was intoxicating, so much so he had to excuse himself to the bathroom and attempt to hide the rapidly growing bulge in his sweats

Going out shopping with Asmodeus and waiting outside as you popped in and out of the fitting room. knowing that whenever you went back in the room you were removing clothing. How easy it would be to sneak in and see what you were wearing underneath the clothes you were showing off to him.

Then it escalated, soon he was allowing you to put makeup on him, try out new styles and techniques you were learning. And oh how he loved the praise you gave him when you finished, calling him beautiful, telling him he sat so well the whole time. “Not even Asmo sat so still for me!” you said. He would never let you know it, but mind was nowhere near makeup in that moment, it was all he could do to not let out a whimper at your words.

And so began the desecration of his holy body.

It started off small, just the simple act of rutting himself a pillow in the cover of night. Surely this couldn’t be too bad, he’s not actually touching himself, he’s simply moving his hips. That’s what he would tell himself in consolation at least when he came for the first time to the thought of you in that lacy pair of panties Asmodeus insisted you purchase “in case you get lucky.”

Then he actually found those panties. He was simply trying to be helpful around the House of Lamentation, helping out with your chores. Then you asked him if he could do the laundry while you cleaned the kitchen.

He really was trying to be good, resisting the urge to smell your shirts as he pulled them out. and he was doing so good! until his fingers brushed the lace at the bottom of the basket.

Oh heavens…

He picked them up with trembling fingers, he was going to be good, it’s not good to violate someone’s privacy. But oh how the mighty fall.

He glanced around, checking to make sure no one was around before bringing them to his nose and taking a deep breath in. “O-oh fuck…”

How could a human smell so sweet, he wanted more, he craved more. He wanted to bury his face between your legs instead of just the underwear.

He was spiraling at an alarming rate, mind swimming with newfound desire. He picketed the underwear and swiftly left the house making it back to Purgatory Hall in record time.

He quickly shuffled into his room and locked the door promptly stripping from the waist down and climbing onto the bed, underwear in hand.

He had never been so desperate before, never craved release like this. His mind was in a fog of lust, not even thinking for a second about his morals or virtues when he began desperately tugging on his cock with your underwear against his nose.

Every time he took a breath in his hips bucked up into his fist against his will, he was trying so hard to stay quiet and calm but to no avail.

Then he took it one step further, he brought them to his lips, he flattened his tongue and licked. “H-haa fuck fuck-”

He was so lost in pleasure he didn’t hear his phone ringing, a call from you, wondering where he disappeared to and why he never started the washing machine.

Little did you know he was cumming so hard he was seeing stars.

✄┈┈Masterlist

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dating someone who naturally brings out your playfulness, makes you laugh, never stops flirting with you, and loves you a little extra on the days you don't feel loveable makes you feel so incredibly safe and secure which makes you fall even more in love

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Hello :3 Do you do headcannons? If yes could you please make one with MC being veryyyyy flat chested (like not even an A) and Jumin's reaction to that? If a headcannon's not possible, smut will be appreciated equally!! Thanks so much sweetie :))

Jumin does not put much emphasis on physical attributes. He recognizes your beauty, don’t get him wrong, but he’s more concerned about how you love him, listen to him, & understand him. He’s seen the “bimbos” that his father brings around & has learned that good looks or a more full figure don’t necessarily mean a better person - & he’s much more glad he’s found an excellent lover in you. He loves you for how you are. He’s going to take every opportunity to appreciate your body because you’re sharing it with him & him alone. You’re his, just as much as he is yours. If you were overly concerned about it to the point of considering body modification he’d likely try to dissuade you. It was your body & you were free to do with it what you wanted, but he would insist you were perfect just how you were. Every thing about you made him feel so good. He couldn’t imagine changing one bit about you - because otherwise you wouldn’t be the person he fell in love with. As long as you kept yourself healthy & happy, he would forever be the happiest man alive.

When he first saw your breasts though, he’d be floored. I mean, there you were standing in front of him… entirely naked. He’d just been given access to have his wicked way with you, so when he ran his tongue across your chest, or pulled your nipples into his mouth to worship you in his bed, it didn’t phase him that you thought your chest was on the smaller side - what mattered was how you called out his name, how you writhed beneath his touch, how you kissed him, the dazed look in your eyes when he made you orgasm, & the way you touched him. You were perfect. Every inch of your skin would be given the utmost attention. When he was spent & needed a moments rest, he found he quite liked placing his head on your chest where he could easily press his ear to your sternum without hinderance & hear the rapid beating of your heart for him. 

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What if MC had no choice but to reset? What if, after enough cycles through each story, they know exactly which night they'll go to sleep next to their love then wake up all alone with a text telling them to go to an address they already know by heart. What if MC was cursed with repeating the same events over and over again, falling in love but never getting to grow beyond a certain point with the love of their life?

(lil drabble below the cut. There's a little bit of reset theory sprinkled in, along with a smidge of reference to a song I think goes with MysMes perfectly)

Which guy I'm talking about is intentionally vague so you can imagine your fave <3

Angst with a happy? bittersweet? ending

Not proofread, I don't have time for that shit, sorry lol

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The first time it happened, it was jarring. A panic setting in as you woke up, back in your old old apartment, no sign of him anywhere. Had it all been a dream? Surely not.

Then came the text, and it all came flooding back. What was happening?

You were less fearful this time as you walked up to Rika's apartment, even knowing all that you did now about the mysterious circumstances that had brough you here.

When they, the RFA, your family, greeted you as a stranger, it stung in a painfully nostalgic way. Had they really forgotten all about you? But it wasn't that; they hadn't known you in the first place.

You did some things differently, this time around. You gave more attention to one of the members that you'd brushed off the first time. Confusion clouded you on day five when everything began to drift away from the story you remembered. Despite this change, your new bachelor managed to sweep you off your feet, though you always felt guilty whenever he, your lover from the first time, called or texted. You felt guilty having to push him away to stay loyal to your new man.

You had almost forgotten about that jarring day when everything had reset. Almost. Until it happened again. You were more prepared this time, but felt almost exceedingly empty as you read the text asking for your help. You wanted to ignore it, to stop this toying with your heart. But you knew you couldn't stay away from the RFA. You were bound, heart and soul. So you did as 'Unknown' asked.

You began to dread it more and more each new route, never knowing when you were going to wake up alone and start the cycle all over again. It became numbing. Heartbreaking. But you could never stay away.

Eventually, you'd seen every possible way it could end. There had been a time you'd hoped to find a road that wouldn't end. A path that wouldn't lead to you waking up alone, forced to greet your closest friends as new strangers. But you'd long since given that up.

You'd seen every success, every possible failure. Felt every swell of new love, every shattering heartbreak. Made friends, made enemies, just for it all to be washed away.

There was a time when you'd begun to intentionally run everything into the ground. It was easier to repeat random 5-day loops than to go months, years, before having it all ripped away from you. But bringing them heartbreak hurt you more.

You were careful now. So careful. Especially with him.

You could never bring yourself to be careless with him. You didn't know why, but after a while, he began to stick out to you more than all the rest. No matter which path you walked, he always caught your eye. The way he said things, his way of thinking, how he tried to look out for you in his own little way.

So you pursued him. You'd won his heart before, many times, but you did it again with a purpose. You knew it wouldn't last. You knew one day, you'd wake up and it would all be over. But you loved him. You really loved him. And when the night came that you knew would be the last, you tried desperately not to sleep. But it was as if some curse took over you, forcing your eyes to close. When you awoke, it was all gone.

But you wouldn't let that stop you. Again, you followed him, your north star, your guiding light. Again, you won his heart. And again, you woke up. It was the third time when you noticed something different. Just a moment. A spark. A faint look in his eyes when you saw him face to face, some wondrous shock, as if he couldn't believe you'd chosen him. More than that usual look in his eyes when he saw you for what you believed to be his first time.

But the look wasn't enough for you to say something. Not yet. But a fourth time, you chose him. Then a fifth. Till finally, on the sixth time through, he gave you a look as if you'd gone insane, and he loved you for it. You'd asked without thinking. "You remember, don't you?"

He hadn't had to speak a word for you to know the answer. You knew him too well. He woke up alone, the same as you. And you loved him fiercer. Again and again and again, determined now to always choose him. No matter how repetitive, no matter how painful, you couldn't choose anyone but him, knowing he'd have to watch you fall in love with another man if you chose any other path.

When the fateful night settled in, wrapped up in each others arms, you were silent. You both knew what this night meant. When the daylight comes I'll have to go. You felt his tears trickle into your hair. "I don't wanna start all over."

And you didn't either. "I know, baby, I know." You held him so close, promising, "I'll choose you. I'll always choose you." And you meant it. You'd never be able to make it through now without him. You had him, now, and you weren't letting go.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close, 'cause in the daylight we'll be on our own, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

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The idea of an f/o standing up for you, even when you both know you could do it possibly do it yourself. Wanting to be protective towards you, showing how much they care. Expressing how much that mistreatment bothers them, because you are so important to them. Having your back, not because they have to, but because they want to.

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for sonnets event, can I please ask for a poem about a girl falling in love with Dabi?

SHONEN SONNETS

In shadows' grasp, where danger's whispers wove, A quirkless girl sought a soul to love. With innocence that bloomed like springtime's bloom, She danced on edges, flirting with her doom.

Dabi, a flame that flickered in the night, A villain's heart, obscured from purest light. Yet, in the shadows where their worlds entwined, A tale of love and risk began to bind.

Her quirkless heart, resilient, unafraid, Embraced a love society forbade. In his chaotic flames, she found a spark, A connection deep, beyond the shadows dark.

His gaze, a piercing, cerulean fire, Awakening in her a deep desire. In every scar that marked his tortured skin, She found a story, a world to begin.

Through dangers wild, their hearts began to soar, A love that dared defy the world's cruel lore. In villain's arms, she found a kindred fire, A passion fierce, a tale to inspire.

Her touch, a balm on scars of wicked past, A love forbidden, yet forever cast. Quirkless she may be, in power's disdain, But love, unyielding, breaks through every chain.

With every heartbeat, love's crescendo played, In sonnets sweet, their tale of passion swayed. A girl enamored, flames of love ablaze, In Dabi's arms, she found her fervent maze.

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kiki I'm now having to fight a step-bro!dabi brainrot, i'll fucking explode if I keep thinking about it

uh.

every time someone dumps something with stepcest in my inbox, my soul transcends to heaven and an evil laugh starts playing in my head

but, but, listen!

[tw.] stepcest under the cut!

step-bro!dabi who may or may not start having an attraction to you little by little and eventually using your panties around his dick while he masturbates late at night trying not to make noise

step-bro!dabi who sees you walking around the house in shorts so tiny they leave little of your ass to his imagination

step-bro!dabi who would feel jealous when you come home and tell him that you are interested in someone, be it a boy or a girl

step-bro!dabi who would corner you in the hallway and ask you if you wanted to play a secret game with him

and he might even tell you that it's a baby-making game if you're a bimbo or too naive 😵‍💫😵‍💫

step-bro!dabi who would breed you exactly on his father's bed and say something like: "imagine how disappointed he'd be with his lil' princess if he knew ya lemme fuck you like a whore?"

step-bro!dabi who might let you fuck hawks only to then press you against a wall and ask if he that birdie fucked you as well as your beloved bro while his fingers were deep inside you

ughhh yea step-bro!dabi the best step-bro idc. 😵‍💫

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Do you guys remember how kidnap fantasies were popular on wattpad because young girls and queer teens were both made to feel shame at the thought of their own sexualities, so the fantasy of being kidnapped totally against their will was a way for them to engage with a romantic or sexual fantasy without feeling morally in the wrong for doing so? Added bonus that the fantasy involved being whisked away from repressive environments like home or school, right?

Finding out that Bram Stoker was in a sexless marriage and that scholars believe that he very likely was closeted gay puts the entire book into perspective as to WHY it reads EXACTLY like a self insert wattpad Dracula kidnap fic:

“I TOTALLY love my wife and would never do anything that an upstanding Good Straight Working Man wouldn’t do but oh nooo, big strong man with broad back and strong enough arms to carry me back to bed like a princess trapped me and claimed me as his, completely against my will 👉👈 But he protects me against the bad evil sexual women (who I assure you, I am TOTALLY sexually attracted to, as any straight man with a choice would be) but trust me, I do NOT want ANY of this. What’s that? The Count is not capable of feeling love? Would be a shame if I had the special ability to change tha-”

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BNHA HEADCANNONS

WHAT TYPE OF DARLING?

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, noncon/dubcon hinting, stalking, kidnapping, abduction, Stockholm syndrome, abuse, drugging, ableism

FOREWORD:

People fall in love with contrasts. We fall in love with qualities that somehow survive what seeks to destroy them. We fall in love with small creatures who somehow seem colossal in the measurements of confidence. We fall in love with hope in places where there shouldn’t be any strength left for it to be held onto. We fall in love with those who dare spare compassion for even those that might not deserve it anymore. We fall in love with those who’s curiosity seeks adventure even when the outcome might be fatal. We fall in love with those who stand their ground, refusing to budge, break or bow, despite the terror they face. We fall in love with those that stick to their ideals, morals, ethics even though the world constantly tells them to join the corruption. We fall in love with humble creatures facing worlds that have shown them nothing but cruelty. We fall in love with the survival of passion overcoming pure torture. We fall in love with contrasts. We fall in love with constant wars.

BAKUGO KATSUKI CONFIDENCE DESPITE INFERIORITY

It might sound shallow and materialistic, but what Katsuki attracts to first and foremost is femininity. He enjoys the esthetic contrast between his tall masculine rough self and someone dainty, delicate, defenseless. Something in dire need of protection. Something in dire need of him. However, that’s far away from ever being enough for the hero to fall in love. What Katsuki needs is a good challenge. He doesn’t feel fit, content with or deserving of his prize if he hasn’t worked hard to achieve them. It’s about stimulation; that feral desire to hunt and catch prey. Which means, he much rather prefers chasing above being chased. Because of this, Katsuki carries no interest in quirkless individuals. He doesn’t view them as equals, much less rivals. They are unworthy of him, in some sense. But… quirkless individuals who still have the audacity to pretend to be his equal… now that, that intrigues him.

When it comes to his darling: her quirk, or lack of one thereof, plays a large factor in why Katsuki first pays notice to her. It’s something between endearing and maddening: how she, without a quirk, can still go about with the confidence to act as though she’s unbothered by it and somehow live her life while still portraying as the sun itself. It’s infuriating to some degree: how she can make him feel like Icarus when she smiles his way. How she makes him feel inferior but somehow blessed at the same time.

As explained: despite it acting as a brief relief to satiate his ego, inferiority usually disgusts Katsuki. But, there’s something about her and her ambition, that just makes the whole display so mouthwatering to perceive. He admires her tenacity and aspiration, even though it’s futile. It’s inspirational just as much as it’s adorable. Somewhere inside him he feels the need to protect that light, meanwhile he also feels the sadistic urge to squash it, or, at the very least, prove that he has the power to. That’s were his sadistic narcissism comes to play. He has always had an odd lust for putting people in their place, their rightful place. To him: it portrays as a constant reminder that he himself is superior. This sickness only grows deeper, festering in Katsuki’s heart. Where her dependence of him, even though it’s mostly unfounded, could only be described as pure rapture. Katsuki just loves and craves feeling needed, not caring if it’s unwanted or not. In his eyes she was made to be ruled, made to be taken care of, made for him and only him. He adores how little power she possesses in the world, and the idea that he is the only person who can properly protect her from it all has become absolutely riveting.

Katsuki’s usually indifferent towards people’s attitudes, only ever judging people by their strengths and weaknesses. But, this girl, in all her inferiority has managed to create contradictions upon paradoxes within his mind. And, because of this, she poses as the ultimate challenge. Though he would never admit it, mostly chalking it down to her being whimsical and naïve, he quite admires her perseverance. How her spirit survives what her body cannot, as though she was built to break, only to come back even stronger than before; like a phoenix from the ashes and rubble of what his quirk left behind. If anything, her endurance only proves how much they truly belong together. Who, if not her, could ever handle him in his darkest hours?

KEYWORDS: feminine, vulnerable, delicate, confident, aspiring, perseverant

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