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PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ゜・。.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ゜・。.

“Hey, where is she?”

“With a client. Dunno when she’ll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.” At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course. 

“Cool, thanks.” He says with a knowing sneer; he’ll make up for your dues. He always does.

Women clamor for the john’s attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesn’t pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.

Yours, however… Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rate’s stayed the same, it’s him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and he’ll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. “She takes care of me.” Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit. 

But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because he’s run his mouth to the wrong people– well, the wrong person.

His best friend. Geto Suguru.

And Gojo Satoru just knows it’ll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color. 

They share everything. Everything but you, and that’s by design. Gojo, he’s… Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.

He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms aren’t notated by dancer; that’d be stupid. No, because Gojo doesn’t need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors. 

When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths you’re so good at masking but you know as well as him: you can’t hide from Gojo Satoru.

So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesn’t surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Geto’s fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcerer’s rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and that’s because he does– you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.

Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see it’s Gojo, there isn’t much you can do.

Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isn’t even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. He’s so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like he’s making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves. 

You whimper and whine but Geto doesn’t miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.

His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.

“Gotta say, Satoru – hngh – you picked a good one. She’s an obedient little thing isn’t she?” Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything else– anyone else.

“Sa– Sa— Sator–uu—uu– ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.” You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.

“I got her all night.” Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment. 

But Gojo seems to ignore Geto’s prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Geto’s cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.

After all, you aren’t his… Even if he pays you like you are.

“Aw,” Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, “Cryin’ just all over, aren’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. “Pretty baby probably can’t even see straight, huh?”

He looks for an answer. You can’t give him any. Your tongue won’t let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.

So he makes you, Gojo’s spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.

“Mmhmf– mmhmm—” He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumb’s pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Geto’s quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.

Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the club’s blistering beats. 

He doesn’t miss Geto’s furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.

Because he saw you first. He found you first.

So he’s going to remind you why he’s the best. With or without Geto.

“You don’t think she needs something more?” Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Geto’s cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.

You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojo’s patting and Geto’s cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but you’re losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until they’re dripping down Geto’s sac. “Y-Yes, yes.” You’re finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, “P-Please, wan’ both of you.” 

You don’t know what you’re asking for. Hell, you don’t know the two men’s relationship with one another. It’s not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; you’ve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and that’s been minimal because well…

Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana that’s all his own. But you won’t oppose Gojo’s own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until they’re glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you with–

“Good girl. That’s my girl.” Gojo seems to say louder than usual, “Gonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.” 

“S-Satoru–”

Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. “Who’s fucking you right now, huh? Who’s pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or you’re not cumming.”

And you really can’t be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It could’ve been anything.

It could’ve been everything.

“That’s it, pet.” Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. He’s fucking you like you’re a toy to him.

And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom because– “That’s not how Satoru fucks you.”

So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass. 

Your legs start feeling like they’re running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for… You can’t even track the time.

But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.

Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, “How much to take that tight asshole of yours?” You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. “We have the lube for it.” He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friend’s hot breath crest his jawline.

You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.

And that’s how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Geto’s wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment. 

“How much more, baby?” Gojo’s voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Geto’s left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. “Hm? C’mon, he couldn’t have fucked you that good.” 

“Satoru.” Geto’s voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back. 

You can’t help but admit the tension is exhilarating. It’s dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. There’s Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.

“Clean it up.” Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take what’s left.

He can’t be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Geto’s cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, “P-Please sir, more sir! Can’t get enough!”

And that’s how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure. 

“Shit– think you’re ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.” 

You don’t belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Geto’s cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Geto’s fat cock stretching your lips more apart than they’ve ever been. 

It hurts. It aches.

“Good, good girl.” Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojo’s words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because let’s face it… You have a soft spot for him too.

You gasp and inevitably choke on Geto’s member when Gojo’s fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Geto’s hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat you’re weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis. 

And he’s smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wanted– you already needing his affection.

Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So you’ll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.”

And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojo’s cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him.  But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Geto’s abdomen for relief but you will find none there.

Because Geto’s all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside. 

And Gojo? He’s got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. “Don’t run from me. It’s gonna feel good baby, I promise.” He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him. 

“Shit, Satoru. She’s gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.” Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway. 

You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body. 

Gojo’s at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. He’s not that mean.

The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojo’s length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. You’re feeling sensations there you didn’t think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.

“Fuck, beautiful.” Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until he’s nothing but a cage rattling with moans. 

You’ve never heard him sound like that. There’s a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. He’s fucking you like he’s starved.

As if he wasn’t just there with you the other night.

You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, you’re guessing it’s the second option.

“Hope you’re good at swallowing.” Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace that’s making you bob and weave, bob and weave.

Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Geto’s hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. “Just – hmmph, fuck – like that.” He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now it’s becoming all too much.

Gojo’s cock running deep into your asshole, Geto’s member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become… Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if it’s overstimulating you from the inside out…

It feels so damn good. You don’t realize it then but it’s because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good you’re being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. He’s so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver. 

“Mmmf– Mmm–” You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojo’s fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like. 

It’s that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; it’s so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldn’t have unfolded any better.

Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojo’s cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.

An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojo’s thrusting. 

Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. You’re thankful, because now you can…

“F-Fuckfuckfuck, feels s’good, Satoru.” Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.

He’s gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until he’s finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat. 

Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that he’s finally had his fill of you.

So he doesn’t notice, doesn’t even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but for–

“See? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.”

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— ❥ FULL NAME: Allison Marilyn Tanaka.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Ally (most commonly used), Al, A, Princess of Darkness, Tattoo Girl (by Matthew Knies for a while), Naka, sweetheart, honey.

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: October 30th, 1998 (Scorpio).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French (not fluently), Japanese (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Panromantic, pansexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Tattoo artist.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Lyrica Okano.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin (ambitious, cunning, determined).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ISFJ - The Defender (observant, reliable, humble).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Four - The Individualist (reserved, honest, self-aware).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Acts of service for both giving and receiving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Tattoo artistry, sketching, makeup, hair styling, calligraphy, jewelry-making, dancing, painting, deadpan snarking.

— ❥ LIKES: Romance novels (secretly), drawing to relax, getting her eye makeup right on the first try, when a tattoo turns out exactly like she wanted, punk music, when people give her a wide berth on the street because of her appearance, spending time with her family, laying in someone’s lap and letting them play with her hair.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Fake people, people being rude for no reason, people saying she’ll only be pretty “if she stops wearing so much black,” being scolded for things she feels justified in, her makeup or hair getting messed up, people who use religion as an excuse to be assholes, coffee, pigeons.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Complete darkness, getting trapped in an elevator, getting hit in the face, being left by the people she cares about.

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— ❥ FAMILY: Hina Tanaka (mother), David Tanaka (father), Audrey Tanaka (younger sister).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Cameron Findlay, Jason Brightford, Lily Walters, Matthew Knies, Pontus Holmberg, Fraser Minten, Connor Dewar.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the Toronto Maple Leafs roster, Trevor Zegras, Quinn Hughes, Jason Robertson.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Kira Holloway (first crush), Ariana Cole (former crush), Grace Darcy (first girlfriend), Hayden Donnell (first boyfriend), Jason Brightford (ex-partner), Ayman Hadid (ex-girlfriend), Joseph Woll (current romantic interest).

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— ❥ Both Ally’s middle name, Marilyn, and her older sister’s name, Audrey, come from classic movie actresses - Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn, because their mother is a big lover of black-and-white movies.

— ❥ Ally has been in love with romance novels ever since she was eleven and read an old copy of The Princess Bride that she borrowed from her sister. She’s never been exactly good at sharing her love of them with people, but actually falling in love herself has been enough to open her up about it a little bit more.

— ❥ Despite the stereotype of tattoo artists being covered in ink, Ally only has two tattoos of her own: a pair of deer antlers with flowers curling around them on her ribs, and some small bats flying through a starry sky on her left shoulder. She wants some more in the future, but she also wants any future tattoos to be based on designs she’s drawn herself, and she has yet to pick any that she really wants on her body.

— ❥ In addition to her reading of romance novels, Ally is a huge Neil Gaiman fan, and has read almost all of his books and watched all the movie and TV adaptations of his works. Some of her favorites include the Sandman graphic novels and show, Good Omens, Coraline, and The Graveyard Book.

— ❥ Even though everyone who looks at her generally expects her to love black coffee, Ally actually doesn’t like coffee at all - she’s a big tea drinker, especially a nice cup of Oolong first thing in the morning.

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[wcprideicons]

Welcome to..

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˚. ❝₊˚ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ↓↓↓

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[rubyie]

Amidst her sanguinary tears, still her scolding pen's ink remains unspent.

Chapter i: Ruby.

My name is Ruby. My name happens to be the same as Rudbeckia from 남편을 내 편으로 만드는 방법. My pronouns are she/her and I do writing, drawing, and editing activities. My personality type is ENFJ 7w6, so my behaviour and personality may be perceived as loud and talkative. For my age, I am 19 years old, so I'm a major/legal. But if you ever have to interact with me in the future, I do hope that we can keep our conversation casual and free of formalities! :)

Chapter ii: Aporia.

I have interested in many subjects. I delight in the exquisite works of talented sculptors and am smitten by the intricate details of their masterpieces. Their creations elicit a visceral response from me, drawing me into the emotions and facial expressions depicted in their works. My love of music knows no bounds as it has the ability to soothe my soul in my darkest moments and lift my spirits in my happiest. Whether instrumental or lyrical, the nuances of a song's tone and rhythm speak volumes to me. Flowers have been my interests from a young age and I find tremendous satisfaction in researching their names, histories, and uses. The study of architecture captivates me as well, as I delight in observing the intricate designs of buildings and the textures of their facades. I am endlessly fascinated by this spectrum of interests and feel they have shaped me into the individual I am today. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

Chapter iii: Musophile

Here is the artists that I hold close to my heart (and my favorite work from them) ᯓᡣ𐭩

Taylor Swift ❥ .. (Guilty as Sin? & Fearless)

Gustav Klimt ❥ .. (Danaë, 1907)

Michelangelo ❥ .. (Sagrestia Nuova, 1520)

TV Girl ❥ .. (Lovers Rock)

Mitski ❥ .. (Crack Baby)

Boy Pablo ❥ .. (Dance, Baby!)

B.V. Doshi ❥ .. (Sangath Architect's Studio, 1981)

Tomorrow x Together ❥ .. (Happy Fools & Deja Vu)

SEVENTEEN ❥ .. (I Don't Understand But I Luv U)

TWICE ❥ .. (SIGNAL & Heart Shaker)

TAEYANG - BIGBANG ❥ .. (RINGA LINGA)

Robin - Chevy ❥ .. (Hope Is the Thing With Feathers)

Verily, this concludes my introduction. However, if you happen to come across this epistle and find yourself curious, please don't hesitate to send me a questions in my profile or befriend me on Instagram at rubylvei. I welcome any inquiries and am eager to make new acquaintances! >ᴗ0

[hcnricttc]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏──────────♡──────────

is that MOON GA-YOUNG? oh, no, that’s HENRIETTA CHOI, a TWENTY FIVE year old BARTENDER @ CATCH ME IF YOU CAN who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in SANTA MONEDA APARTMENTS IN VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is BELLE FROM ONCE UPON A TIME. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

written and loved by venus ( twenty7 ) for valpohq.

❥ — full name : henrietta "henry" choi ❥ — fc : moon ga-young ❥ — age : twenty-five ❥ — pronouns : she/her ❥ — sexuality : heterosexual ❥ — date of birth : february 14 ❥ — star sign : aquarius ❥ — positive traits : sweet, kind, charming, childish, innocent ❥ — negative traits : bratty, naive, insecure ❥ — hobbies : reading, watching reality tv, jogging, watching tiktok ❥ — habits : drops eye contact a lot, bites her lip, plays with her hair ❥ — languages : english, korean, cantonese, french, spanish, portuguese, russian. ❥ — occupation : bartender @ catch me if you can ❥ — family : guinevere (mother), benjamin (father), calvin (oldest brother), eleanor (older sister). ❥ — pets : diana (white pomeranian), daisy (beige pomeranian) ❥ — wcs : friends, fwbs, exes, roommates, etc.

tw/cw: infidelity

‎‏ ╰ ── ღ Henry was born to two loving parents in Seoul, South Korea. Her family moved around a lot because her mother loved traveling. Her mother was a famous fashion model, and her father was a successful photographer. They fell in love much like a storybook, the photographer and his muse. They lived in Seoul, South Korea, for a few years, before moving to Paris, France, for a few years, then Barcelona, Spain, and a few other cities and different countries. Because of that, Henry was able to easily pick up a lot of languages, even as a little girl. ╰ ── ღ Henry had always wanted to be a model like her mom, and because of her mom's connections, she was able to achieve that dream pretty quickly. In high school and college, she was able to work part time as a model, and start a savings for herself to ensure that she would be safe in the future. Even while she was in school, and her parents stopped moving as much to make sure she could get a good education, her modelling job allowed her to travel during school breaks or on the weekend. Everything seemed to be going well, but of course, that's always when tragedy strikes. ╰ ── ღ On Henry's twenty-first birthday, her mother was flying back to Santiago, Chile, where the family was currently staying, and where Henry was finishing up her bachelor's degree in fashion design. Her mother was coming back after a job, and to spend time with her on her big birthday. Her mother stopped by their house first to freshen up when she saw her husband with another woman, her best friend. She was devastated because she lost both best friend and the love of her life. The divorce that followed was long and messy, and it negatively affected Henry just as much. ╰ ── ღ Both of her parents had decided to stay in Santiago, Chile. Sometimes they seemed to play with the idea of getting back together, even while they were seeing other people. Eventually, they decided to get back together, and Henry in turn felt like she was suffocating in Santiago. She decided that she needed a fresh start elsewhere. She was still modeling, but taking less and less gigs, until finally, she was simply living off what she had made modeling, appearing in commercials, and a few small cameos in TV shows. She decided to take a break and move down to Valparaiso, where she could start fresh, but still be nearby her parents if they needed her.

[ivyrivasworld]

{ ALEXA DEMIE, 23, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER } Is that IVY RIVAS? A JUNIOR originally from MANHATTAN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study FASHION DESIGN & MARKETING on THEIR PARENTS DIME, of course. They’re THE NEPO BABY on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

♡ full about me. ♡

✦ INTRO ✦

・❥・full name: ivy rivas ・❥・pronouns: she/her ・❥・age: 23 ・❥・zodiac: leo ☼ capricorn ⋆☾⋆ leo ↑ ・❥・birthday: august 22nd, 1999 ・❥・gender: cisfemale ・❥・sexuality: ??? ・❥・occupation: fashion designer/model ・❥・ethnicity: puerto rican & colombian ・❥・hometown: manhattan, ny

◦•◦❈ family ❈◦•◦

・❥・mother: rose rivas | 46 | ♎︎ ・❥・father: ian rivas | 54 | ♏︎ ・❥・siblings: n/a ・❥・children: none ・❥・pet(s): n/a

◦•◦❈ look ❈◦•◦

・❥・faceclaim: alexa demie ・❥・eye color: brown ・❥・hair color: black ・❥・tattoos: n/a ・❥・piercings: n/a

◦•◦❈ traits ❈◦•◦

・❥・character trope: nepo baby ・❥・positive traits: charismatic, devoted, charitable, observant, trustworthy, dependable, pragmatic, perceptive, sophisticated, witty ・❥・negative traits: egotistical, irritable, aloof, unapproachable, skeptical, controlling, detached, harsh, secretive, solitary ・❥・skills: clothing design/styling, jewelry making, makeup, writing ・❥・smokes: yes (lowkey stoner) ・❥・drinks: n/a ・❥・drugs: n/a

◦•◦❈ school ❈◦•◦

・❥・majors: fashion design & marketing ・❥・year: junior (started one year late) ・❥・extracurriculars: n/a

✦ MAIN ✦

◦•◦❈ bio ❈◦•◦

・❥・Ivy was an only child, raised in Manhattan on the Upper West Side and born into a luxurious life bountiful with fame and fortune. From a young age, she was surrounded by expensive material items, lavish parties, shallow rich people, drugs and alcohol, so these things were normalized to her by default. Her mother frequently traveled abroad as a successful model and actress, encouraging Ivy to be in “the industry” almost immediately as a child and neglecting her emotional needs in favor of “work”. In the meantime, Ivy’s father was an “investor and entrepreneur” of sorts, spending most of his time away from home, traveling and attending meetings with whatever unsavory characters beckoned him that day. Growing up, her parents were never present and spent almost all of their time doing anything but being there for their daughter. She was estranged from her peers, feeling detached and hopeless, as though she could never relate to anyone or trust them with the truth about her life behind closed doors. Luckily for her, she had all the money and resources in the world at her fingertips to fill the emptiness that was left behind.

◦•◦❈ trope ❈◦•◦

・❥・Appearing elegant, aloof and unapproachable, Ivy has always been an it-girl everywhere she went– it came with the territory of being born into fame and fortune. She was naturally confident and charismatic, immediately attracting attention everywhere she went. This was not only because of her beauty and luxurious, obviously expensive clothing and jewelry, but because of her inherent ability to carry herself with immeasurable poise and grace. She was raised to believe there was no option to present herself as anything other than perfect. Her emotional development was extremely stunted due to her parents' emotional unavailability and constant absence, minus her “friends” who mostly just cared about the shallow parts of their friendship.

・❥・Being pretty much raised by herself, nannies, and “the industry”, Ivy was forced to grow up rapidly in a tumultuous environment that promoted artificiality and dishonesty. She learned to value material items over everything else in her life in order to protect herself from being vulnerable, with the constant threat of crumbling under the pressure looming over her head. Still, that was better than being vulnerable and being exposed for the unstable, lonely, secret-filled person she truly was. Because of this, some people tended to think she could come off as pretentious, judgmental and flashy. Despite their presumptions, there was still an air of mystery about her that people couldn’t deny, though they would be wary of trying to get close to her, as she was also known to be somewhat snappy.

・❥・Deep down, she just wants to know others and be known beyond the surface level. She felt as though even though people were constantly looking at her, they weren’t truly seeing her. That made her even more defensive and inclined to simply cave into what people wanted her to be or thought she was, instead of revealing the parts of her that people might actually be able to empathize with. Since she’s come to Ogden College, her shell has slowly been chipping away as she navigates the community with the hopes of finding people she can actually connect to and form meaningful relationships with.

◦•◦❈ greer ❈◦•◦

・❥・Former roommate and “rival”. They grew up together in Manhattan and competed to run every preppy, gossip-filled school they attended. Because they both wanted to be the one and only wealthy, beautiful queen everywhere they went, they found themselves constantly at each other’s throats. Even with Ivy being a year older, Greer usually managed to keep up. Deep down, the two of them knew how similar they were and they hated themselves for it. Their matching pride and egos kept them from any potential of being the true friends they should’ve been.

[dear-diary-xoxo]

(Blog intro!)

₊ ⊹ ˚ · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Oh, Dearest Diary...!"

Heyyyyy there! My name is HS—or Lexire, if you want—I'm just a girly thing who wants to chit-chat and gush over cute stuff all day! Y'know, typical stuff!

I'm actually an OCtive from a system! We're traumagenic ourselves but I support all systems and I'm a firm believer in just being as kind as you can in this shitty world!

I'm a social butterfly who is such a drab at social stuff...I try to be better with it, but I got a few things to work out! I'm also a naturally affectionate person who uses petnames to refer to people and types hearts and XOXOs without needing it to be a romantic thing. If it bothers you, feel free to tell me to stop and I'll stop in a heartbeat!

My host has a blog! @adhd-fandom-and-gay! Go check it out maybe. Or stay here. I'm equally as cool as him, anyhow!! XD

Ooh also! Plssss send me asks and stuff! I'm always so thrilled to talk!

⁀➴ ~ Identity ~ ₊ ⊹

Pronouns: Any, but with a preference for she/xe pronouns! <3

Gender: I consider myself genderless! I might identify more with xenogenders, but I haven't exactly chosen many specific ones! I think I'll go on a li'l spree later... >~> I consider myself VERY fem in nature but I'm not sure how much of it is actually my gender.

Orientation: Despite pansexual probably describing my attraction the best, I choose to simply go by queer in terms of attraction! I am polyamorous, ace spectrum, and very queerplatonic! I have a queerplatonic hubby who is also one of my headmates and I value him so so much <3333 He's a dark cacao fictive and he's so sweet!

Terms: Fem, neutral, masc, and any terms at all are fine for me!

⁀➴ ~ About Me! ~ ₊ ⊹

Likes: Y2K + scenecore aesthetics, pink, character design, art, Ayesha Erotica, the Pussycat Dolls, Gwen Stefani, friends, 2000s + 2010s aesthetics, music, edits, Cookie Run Kingdom, sweets, trying new things, and cutesy stuff! I dunno how else to explain it, I simply like being a girls' girl!

Dislikes: Any oppressive bullshit, bad textures (chalk mostly), people making fun of my voice, people who just are not good people in general, math...not much else.

Boundaries: No sending NSFW content to me, no general hate speech/harassment, no making harsh comments when I specifically have stated against them, no thinspo pics, and no prodding about details on my personal life.

⁀➴ ~ Credits/Links ~ ₊ ⊹

Dividers: @ /animatedglittergraphics-n-more, whose blog I totes recommend as its filled with TONS of useful aesthetic stuff like this!

Avatar: Will find later and send the link here!

Banner: Will find later and send the link here!

Playlist: Will find later and send the link here!

Rentry: Will make one later! <3

"...Sincerely, yours truly." ₊ ⊹ ˚ · ͟͟͞͞➳❥

[this-haunted-soul]

‘hello!! how are you? hope your having a wonderful day <3 ; may I have some spooky pronouns? thank you!’

ghost/ghostself , haunt/hauntself , wisp/wispself , null/nullself , scare/scareself , warn/warnself , warp/warpself , wind/windself , weary/wearyself , help/helpself , whisper/whisperself , flicker/flickerself , wilt/wiltself , wither/witherself , worry/worryself , vague/vagueself , vacant/vacantself , vast/vastself , vessel/vesselself , vex/vexself , vital/vitalself , voice/voiceself , uncover/uncoverself , fathom/fathomself , umbra/umbraself , shadow/shadowself , unease/uneaseself , unknown/unknownself , unnerve/unnerveself , unclear/unclearself , taint/taintself , tainted/taintedself , taunt/tauntself , tear/tearself , tempest/tempestself , mutter/mutterself , torment/tormentself , torn/tornself , trance/tranceself , twisted/twistedself , sear/searself , secret/secretself , shiver/shiverself , skeptic/skepticself , skeleton/skeletonself , soul/soulself , spectre/spectreself , surrealself , reap/reapself , eerie/eerieself , quiet/quietself, panic/panicself , parasite/parasiteself , perish/perishself , pity/pityself , phasma/phasmaself , oath/oathself , omen/omenself , overcast/overcastself , nameless/namelessself , nerve/nerveself , nightmare/nightmareself , nightshade/nightshadeself , mimic/mimicself , lost/lostself , lone/loneself , lure/lureself , luminous/luminousself , lurk/lurkself , knowledge/knowledgeself , illusion/illusionself , invade/invadeself , isolate/isolateself , hollow/hollowself , haze/hazeself , hide/hideself , grim/grimself , fade/fadeself , fake/fakeself , fear/fearself , forget/forgetself , fog/fogself , forsaken/forsakenself , fright/frightself , empty/emptyself , echo/echoself , enigma/enigmaself , erase/eraseself , dark/darkself , decay/decayself , deatch/detachself , decieve/decieveself , distort/distortself , gone/goneself

[br4tphobia]

mothers day . ♱ connie springer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Wc : 2,9k, Plug bby daddy! Connie x fem! reader, written with black woman in mind, idccc connie tanned !!!, connie being a sweet heart 🥹, connie callin the reader hella petnames, snuck in a lil bit of headcannons here n there!! , uses of baby, ma, mama and more, connie sneakin ina lil jokey joke, you/your pronouns used ! (not proofread, forgive me if u see any spelling mistakes.) NS4W + sex w/ some plot, passionate sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (r receiving), breeding kink (ig .), fingering (r receiving) marking, missionary, pussy whipped connie !!, creampie and slight overstimulation .

✧˖*° vals note + this was lowkey ass n short (all of my work is) but hey ,, js a lil sumn thats late for mothers day, love everything yall do for yall children !!

its mothers day. the day where mothers are appreciated by children for what their mothers have did for them. you and connie have been dating for a while, only have one child, ava. life is perfect as it is and you wouldnt trade anything for it .

“boy what are you planninggg !”

your glossy lips pout dramatically, a blindfold covering your eyes and he guides you by your waist. “jus’ know its for you.” you suck your teeth, “well duh .. since you plannin all this shit, where ava?” “dont worry about allat, she with mikasa.” a exaggerated sigh fell from your lips, eager to see what ever hes gonna show you. “bae you scarin me ..” he leaves a reassuring grip on your waist and plants a kiss on your neck. “nothin to be scared about, now watch yo step. we going up the stairs .” “cant watch my step if im blind folded ~” “exactly why im here.” you cant help but feel yourself warm all over, his hands cupping around your waist, smooth tone of his voice, his audible accent.

when you both make it up the stairs which seems like forever, he removes one hand off your waist to open the door, “keep the blind fold on til i say you can take it off .” a small “ok..” leaves past your tongue, you fidget with your fingers nervously — connie doesnt do surprises like that ; but when he did, it was scary. “igh..take it off.” “papi, can you do it.. im nervous.” a small chuckle erupts from his chest, undoing the tie behind your head — before taking it off “ready, ma?” he questions you. you nod your head as a yes quickly, the darkness covering your vision fades away ; the blind fold dropped. your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, “happy mothers day.” your eyes immediately widen along with a gasp. rose petals along the floor leading to the bed traced into a heart with red ballons reaching the ceiling with pictures of you, connie and ava hanging at the end. designer bags sitting infront of the pillows. such as Chanel, Louis vuitton and prada.

your eyes swell up at the scene. “you didnt..” holding your head up, trying to prevent those tears that’s threatening to fall. he pulls you into a hug, “i did. i love you and appreciate you for everything you did for this family.” whispering in your ear while he rubs circles on your back. “i-i love you too..thank you.” “save those tears mama, lets see yo gifts.” he grabs your arm and leads you to the bed. he watches you intensely as you smile from joy at the gifts, thats all he wants. to see you happy in life. “con..! i swear you’re too good to me!” your pretty face beaming, holding up the beautiful louis vuitton bag. tracing over the LV monogram logo ever so lightly. “you like it mama?” “i love it, baby, thank you. so so much !” his polished whites shine in your face from your response.

laying with him close after opening your gifts you catch him staring at you, the longer he looked at you, the more he fell in love. hell, even if you both are screaming at each other out of anger. “you ok..?” — “you're so pretty.” he's so confident in what he says you hate it, it always folds you. he's not afraid of thinking he's doing too much for you, flat out treating you like a princess more than he does his baby girl. he grabs your chin before your could respond and presses his lips against yours, you kiss back. your hand snaking up his neck, scratching his nape lightly with your solid baby pink nails. he tilts his head to the side to get more access to your lips, his tongue going past your teeth, tongues swirling around whilst he holds you still with his hand on your neck. lifting you up a bit to help you onto his lap. he groaned into your mouth as he pulled you on top of him, straddling his body. your tongues ran over each other so passionately, pulling away every other second to catch your breath.

he utters sweet compliments between every clash of lips, he always knows what to say to you. your plush thighs sit on his with your back arched, the kiss only getting deeper, his hands slid down to your hips and rocked them back and forth. you feel his hard on bump on your clothed clit causing you to moan, gaining the muscle memory of grinding ontop of him, you pull away from the kiss at the pleasure. “jus’ like that mama..” soft groans were shared through the room together from both mouths. til the point where he was leaking in his own pants he turns you in your back, swiftly scooting down to your thighs. he gave you a look of consent, you nod slightly, lowering the band of your shorts that you’ve been teasing connie with all day. his veiny hands pull both your shorts and underwear down in a swift motion.

you let out a light gasp at the cold air mixing with your hot core, you push your thighs together from the cold. “aht aht.. lemme see that pussy, keep those legs open ma..” his hand slid in-between your thigh and part them together. he licked his lips before diving in. he spat down on your core, slurping it up almost instantly. he runs his tongue over your folds, his nose bumping your clit — sending a shock wave to your pit of your stomach. “mm..con..” honey sweet moan fills his ears, your hand resting on his head whilst yours grip the sheets. placing sloppy kisses on your pussy, this man was eating you out like it was his very last meal of his life. slurping, smacking, and gulping down your slick, he knows he can eat pussy and tales advantage of it. “fuck..i love the way you eat this pussy papi..” your voice is breathy, more moans are formed and exhaled out of your mouth.

you rut your hips against his face, your juices running down his face dripping onto the silk sheets. you love seeing connie like this — hungry for you. the way he groans into your pussy at your taste, having his own make out session with your folds ; tongue fucking you ever so deliciously. "im gonna cum baby.." you roll your head back, waiting for your orgasm. every lick and plunge from his tongue brings you closer to the edge – god, you haven’t felt like this for while since ava was born. Everything starts to feel tingly and intense, he was desperate for you. “cmon.. make a mess on my face, mama.” Muttered through his messy mouth full of your arousal, you see white spots as soon as the pit in your stomach boils over. “mm shit babyy!” clawing at his dyed hair, shaking legs, broken moans, all that just by his mouth.

he made sure not to let a drop spill after pulling away, he charmingly smiles against your cum stained thighs, giving them a peck. “still with me, mama?” “ yea..” your voice is breathy, and rasp. Recovering from you recent orgasm, “ight, lift your arms .” his hands curve to your back as you do as he says. The shirt going over your head and dropping them back to your sides. “can I” he looks you dead, then trailing down to your laced bralette, hinting to take it off . “mhm” is your immediate response, feeling his slim tattooed fingers clip your bra of your chest. your nipples harden to the exposed surface of the air, “you gon lemme suck em ?” he raises a eyebrow, his tone teasing. you smile at his idiotic comment “oh my god.. yes…” connie hums at your quiet response, “yes, con. you can.” not even processing your answer he latches his mouth on your nipple like hes some type of leech. the warm wetness of his mouth soaking your nipple, whilst his other hand massages the other one — you let out quiet whines as hes twisting and pinching on it.

“imma prep you, ok, pretty?” hes slightly inaudible but you can still understand. he sliding his hand down your bare body, curving down to your inner thigh. connie collects the leftover slick and slides his lubricated digits into you. your walls immediately pulse around him index and ring, his thumb reaching to rub your clit. “oh my god..” shallow breathes escape, his long fingers massage the inside of your pussy, scissoring, pumping and curling against ; hitting all the rights spots. “just like that baby, oh fuck..” once he feels like hes gave that boob enough attention he switches, his mouth latching on your right one. you find yourself grinding on his fingers, the pleasure too much where you have to push your sticky thighs together, your nipple leaves his mouth with a ‘pop !’

“what i tell you ?” his tone hinted a warning , “to k-keep my legs open..”

“then do it, todays all about you. so let me make you feel good.”

he continues his actions with his fingers, simultaneously reaching up to give you a kiss. “think — you can ,, take me?” he’d push his fingers out through the kisses as you keep coming back for more, “yes, i need you so bad..” “dont say that, imma nut in my pants, mama” he rolls his eyes in resemblance of you. “boy pleasee” he gives you another smile before pulling his sweat pants down, you stop him. tugging on his shirt “take it off firstt” “ight ight,,” his shirt lifts over his head and thrown unknowingly in the room — his tanned abs on full display for you, god knew what he was doing when creating him cause lord.. hes so fine. “now ,, can i fuck you?” “of course.” he lowers the waistband to his thighs along with his PSD boxers. his tip slaps against his toned stomach with ongoing beads of precum oozing out the pretty brownish pink slit of his tip.

“ready, ma?” he says with a few strokes with his then — then sliding his girth through your folds. nodding another yes, he slides in. the wetness of your pussy squelches as he slids in, pretty tanned cock disappearing into your heat. “shit..” you head rolls back, eyes brows furrowing at the small stretch. “i know, ma..but you can take it..i know it.” his comforting words ease the pain, with his hand stroking your face. within a few moments he pulls out til the tip is only left inside you. “you think you can take me?” “yea..” “tell me if its too much.” whispering low, but loud enough for you to hear. he’d raise your leg on his shoulder and push back into you, sliding in and back out. making sure his rhythm wasn’t too slow or fast — from watching your facial expressions and body language, he kept his pace,

"mm.. fuck.." moaning softly, he could listen to your sounds every morning, evening, and night. "thats it mama.. " he lowers his head to the level of your neck, nibble and sucking on your bare skin. visible bite marks and hickeys grew one by one, connie loves marking you. he wants to know youre his, he loves you and wants to be there for you at all times. even when you both are on bad terms. the way his shaft disappears into every-time he rocks back into you. pushing out moans more and more, “look at you.. takin this dick so pretty..” he groaned at the feeling of your getting wetter at his choice of words. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him inches closer than what he already was to collide his lips with yours. tongues tangling beautifully together, moans, groans , and whimpers where the only thing shared along the soft skin clapping.

pulling away from his intoxicating lips, to catch your breath. he moves back down to your hickey, covered neck to add more. whispering how good it is against your neck “fuckk i miss this pussy..” — “got me wantin to nut already..” “mm..” whimpering as he brushes his tip against your cervix again. he angles his hips at certain directions to find your spot, watching your body language once again. His finger tips grazing over your beautiful curves while thrusting into you so sensually as hes laying kisses on your neck. "fuck papi.. faster.." your body squirms at neediness, just for him to obey your request — snapping his hips quicker then before, not too fast nor slow, hed do anything just to make sure you were pleased, in and out of bed! he loves you too much to leave you unsatisfied. “mm shitt !” you breath hitches on how deep he got, bumping places inside you that you couldnt reach with your own fingers, he watches your boobs bounce at the rhythm of his strokes as you grip on once tightly, those plump lips slightly agape to release moans, the crease between your hips and thighs from having your legs on his shoulders.

another moan came from you lips, the volume of them getting louder as he hits your g spot. “right here, ma?” he softly puts his hand over the small bulge re-appearing every other thrust, “y—yes! don’t stop baby.. fuck im g’na cum..” oh, he most definetily wont stop. your back arches from the pleasure, scratching on Connie’s back for some type of stability, leaving scratch marks he would definitely admire in the morning. “cum, mama. nut on this dick.” more thrusts, clit stroking, and groping away from your second orgasm. connie loves how whiney you get before you cum, your high pitched moans and whimpers is the most euphoric thing to hear from you, letting him know that you feel good. “baby..baby im cu—" cut off by a silent moan, his strokes get deeper then — what you thought — he possibly could get. gushing over his length, a white ring forming on it.

"fuuck.." he slows down to prevent himself from cumming too soon, but still allowing you to ride out your orgasm. your voice is quiet mumbling "oh baby"s, your pretty face relaxed with your lips shaped into an O. "feels so.. — fuckin good.." his voice is pitched, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, still continuing his intoxicating thrust which feels like light shocks from being overstimulated. he looks down to admire your facial features, he cant get enough of you, not even if he tried. "you like that? this dick fuckin you deep?" his voice is slightly hoarse, "yesyes mmhpp" you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your sounds, not wanting to get louder. "let me hear you." , he grabs your hand and places it your tummy buldge.

"i-im sorry... ohmygodd.. you fuckin me so good, papi.." your wet sounds from your previous orgasms leaving his lower stomcach sticky. "shit..gonna cum mama.." cant help but feel embarassed from being close too soon, but you dont care. you also want him to feel as good as you do. "fill t-this pussy up.." his cock twitching inside your silk walls, “yeah? tell me how much you want it.” thats one thing he loves, seeing you plead for anything from him, probably one of his biggest turn-ons. “so bad baby.. mhpp! make me a mom of two..” Thats all connie hears, two. "thats what i like to hear, mama.." his pace picks up, "s-shit baby..fuck im cumming.."

his breathing quickens before he lets out a drawn out groan of your name followed by a few other thrusts. letting out whimpers at his thick seed sitting inside you before dripping onto the sheets. soon he pulled out, watching in awe whilst trying to catch his breath. "jus’ wait til fathers day. imma make it up to you." refering to everything hes did for you today, "lookin forward to it, catch yo breath. i ain done." "wha..?" "you head me, imma make sure you a mother of two."

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[boydiisaster]

Can I’m have the demon brother x male reader who absolutely loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time headcanons please

my cute human boyfriend

reader: male, he/him pronouns (dni with this work if you're fem aligned)

tw/cw: cussing

author's note: i love this request, thank you so much anon!! i'm personally a boy who loves a lot of cute things, so this makes me unbelievably happy :D

lucifer

❥ Doesn't outwardly say it, but he loves how the two of you have directly opposite aesthetics. It makes him chuckle sometimes. You don't see this tall, elegantly dressed demon and think "Oh yeah, he definitely has a boyfriend that wears nothing but soft pastels everyday."

❥ He's not one for shopping 24/7, but when Lucifer is out he'll always keep an eye open for things he thinks you might like. Big, fluffy plush toys, maybe a nice pink sweater.

❥ At first he thought it was a bit odd that you carried around a tiny stuffed rabbit everywhere you went, but he grew fond on seeing you two together. It reassured him that you were never alone while he was away :D

❥ However please stop leaving your plushies behind in his room. They're covering his bed, MC, and they're all staring at him menacingly.

mammon

❥ Mammon calls you a big baby whenever he sees you carrying around a stuffed animal because he likes teasing you, however if anyone else does it he'll pummel their asses without hesitation. Only he gets to make pretend fun at his boyfriend, no one else >:/

❥ He's always so embarrassed whenever he goes out shopping and ends up looking at something he thinks you'd like and buys it. He ends up leaving it in his room for like a week before he finally gets the courage to give it to you, and even then he just kinda shoves it in your face and goes "here, take it, your birthday's coming up so consider this your present."

❥ "My birthday's not for another month-"

❥ "Shut up and take the damn stuffed chicken."

leviathan

❥ Levi shops online for clothes he thinks you'd like. A cute pastel sweatshirt with a character you like printed on the front, maybe even a few skirts to go with it if you enjoy wearing them.

❥ He sometimes gets jealous of the plushie you always carry around as well because "I wanna be held all the time by you too, MC," but he'd never outwardly admit that. It would cause him to explode if you ever found out.

❥ ... You eventually found out though and he was soon packing his bags.

❥ "This is so embarrassing. I'm gonna curl up on the forest floor and hope the moss reclaims me."

❥ Levi is notorious for stealing your sweaters, hoodies and sweatshirts. It doesn't matter if your bigger than him or smaller than him, he still takes them just to have a piece of you around with him at all times.

❥ Levi just really misses his boyfriend when he's not around :(

satan

❥ He's not one for fashion, but somehow he always finds you the cutest earrings and shoes to match your outfits. You don't know how. You suppose his gift will always remain a mystery.

❥ Half of his vocabulary now is just: "Hey MC, look at these cute accessories I found!"

❥ With your boyfriend's help you now have a gummy bear necklace, a striped rainbow sweater, a pair of cherry earrings, some bright yellow boots, and matching sunflower bracelets which you two wear every day.

❥ I like to think Satan is good at sewing and needlework in general, so whenever one of your plushies gets a hole in them he'll sew them right back up <3

asmodeus

❥ Oh my god this man-

❥ "MC look!" "MC what about this one?" "MC do you like fishnets? I got some adorable ones that will match your shirt!" "MC do you wanna go shopping?... I know it's the middle of the night but who cares?"

❥ Asmo steals your clothes. It doesn't matter if you're any bigger than him or not, he still takes your cutest hoodies and hides them from you when you ask where they are.

❥ He loves designing clothes specifically for you, but his favorite thing is finding you bags that match with your plushies. That way, when you put them inside and take them with you out on the road, their color schemes won't clash with each other :)

beelzebub

❥ This one isn't too outside of the box, but Beel buys you food themed stuffed animals. So far he's gotten you a giant hamburger plushie, (which he's tried to take a bite out of once or twice before), a chicken leg with a cutesy face on it, a slice of apple pie, and a god damn baguette pillow with a smiley face.

❥ You love them though, just as much as you love your boyfriend.

❥ He's not good at shopping, but he never fails to trot along beside you when you want to go. He's a sweetheart, and he most definitely will hold all his adorable boyfriend's bags filled with bright, pastel clothes.

belphegor

❥ I don't care what anyone says, Belphegor was once apart of the goth subculture and I will take that headcanon to my grave.

❥ Anyways following this headcanon, he finds it adorable how his boyfriend is the exact opposite of what his aesthetic used to be. Kind of like how Lucifer does, (but don't tell him I said that.)

❥ He still has coffin plushes littered around him and Beel's room so he gave you one, which you then turned into a bag just for him. You have a matching white one.

❥ Belphegor almost cried because "Oh my god my boyfriend is so fucking cute."

❥ Much like his twin, Belphie doesn't really buy you clothes. He just follows you around the mall and holds a few of your bags if you ask him to. However he does suggest accessories to match your outfits.

❥ "Here, I think these sucker earrings would look cuter with your vest," and he clipped them on your ears for you. Not before giving you a kiss on the cheek though, of course.

[kiatheinsomniac]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏!*˚ .♡⋆ˊˎ -

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄! @the-phantom-of-arda

For the Valentine's Date thing Kia Fandom(s): HotD - Daemon Targaryen Tolkien -Any of the Valar/Maiar, Glorfindel, Caranthir* Sexuality: Heterosexual with she/her pronouns Personality: I can be in a group of strangers and talk comfortably for hours on end, but when I'm with those closest to me I will listen to them speak and chime in when needed, when I'm truly comfortable with you I'm quiet. I do not talk about myself unless is to show off something I've accomplished recently, I make acquaintances easily, but I have a small group of true friends, not close to my family either. Hobbies: I design clothes An author A Collector of unique things (can be anything eye-catching) Likes: Quiet places away from people To read Loves Dragons (I adore them tbh) Flowers Day trips Beautiful places Dislikes: I do not drink often, and when I choose to it is only one glass Doesn't like arguments, but can and will stand up for myself

ੈ♡˳ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!

♡ Caranthir is quick to anger so the fact that you're initially quiet is nice for him. He feels like he's always surrounded by people who talk too much about too little and it irritates him. The fact that you're quiet to begin with helps him to not only get used to but to enjoy your company. By the time you are very chatty around him, you've already got on his good side and he's keen to hear what you have to talk about.

♡ He likes when you talk about what you've accomplished too. He's an ambitious ellon and would like to see that trait in others around him and so he really likes that he can see it in you, he wants only the best for you and oh no is he developing a crush on you?

♡ Ok, he's had to reluctantly accept that yes, he has a crush and now he's a mess trying to figure out how to go about this but Valentine's day is coming up and wouldn't that be a perfect opportunity to ask you out on a date?

ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?

♡ Caranthir invites you to his place as he's not one to really like parading around his private life in the public sphere. He's also a nervous wreck and doesn't want anyone to see him in this state. He's not the best cook but he's made a series of small dishes for the two of you to sample and he's got a bottle of wine too even if he knows you'll only have a little.

♡ He's big on gift-giving though and he's made a few pieces of jewellery specifically to match some clothes designs that he's seen you working on. He's stumbling over his words as he explains his thinking behind the designs and how they compliment yours and he just can't seem to stop words from pouring out of his mouth and he just really likes you and adores spending time with you like this. And, yeah, that'll be all it takes for him to finally shut his mouth.

♡ Please give him some reassurance that everything's alright or else this scenario is going to keep him awake at night for the next few centuries. He gets pretty frustrated over how flustered you make him and he'll mutter curses about you all while longing to hold you in his arms.

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[floxtingdrm]

He it me the anon about the bunny request can you do for fire spirit cookie moonlight cookie and sea fairy cookie please

Sure, for you beautiful anon:))

🎕𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 pt.2!🎕

Genre: Fluff, and some angst for sea fairy. Character: Fire spirit cookie, Moonlight cookie, Sea fairy cookie, and Y/n. Type: Headcanons. Pronouns: Gender-neutral, since you didn't specify. Summary: None. If you like my posts and stories please consider donating :))

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♡𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾'𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊.♡

🎕 Fire spirit is the tsundere type of lover, he wouldn't admit Y/n looking cute but like any other cookie would say, actions speak louder than words.

🎕 Fire spirit loves to "accidentally" bring back flowers and cute accessories, along with buying "extra" stuff which is actually just a plushie with a firey design on it.

🎕"Wh- what do you mean I'm jealous of a plushie?! I- I just wanted to give you something" Oh don't lie fire spirit we all know you are jealous.

🎕Because of Y/n's cute clothing choices, fire spirit often forgets that they can protect themselves perfectly. Therefore, they always have to remind him that they can protect themselves when entering a fight.

🎕Bullying Y/n? Say bye-bye, fire spirit is going to toast the person who dares to do so.

🎕" Don't get yourself hurt, who knows where I'll be when you do get hurt." -Fire spirit cookie.

🎕𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎, ℐ 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉.🎕

♡Moonlight cookie has adored Y/n from afar even before their relationship.

♡Moonlight cookie likes to make Y/n stars or moon accessories or just cute clothes.

♡Moonlight cookie loves to cuddle with Y/n whenever and whatever, she just really loves them in general.

♡Moonlight cookie refuses to let Y/n get hurt if she sees a scratch on them then prepare for a lot of screaming and madness.

♡"So you have chosen death" Moonlight cookie when she found out her Y/n got bullied by some random cookie.

♡There's one thing that you can't deny when talking about their relationship, and it's that Moonlight cookie will always be there for Y/n.

♡"It's lonely here in the night sky, join me?" -Moonlight cookie

❥ℐ 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒❥

❣ Sea fairy cookie hasn't fallen in love in a long time, so guess how she reacted when she met Y/n.

❣Sea fairy felt hesitant when starting the relationship, but y/n was always there to just dump love on her and serotonin boost.

❣Y/n's cuteness was a boost along with their sunshine like emotions always melting away cold and empty feeling in sea fairy's heart.

❣ Sunshine and sunshine protecter.

❣ Sea fairy often stirs up nightmares about Y/n's sudden death or them leaving her. Sea fairy can't cry, but her heart can.

❣ Sea fairy loves to decorate Y/n's hair with pearls and cute little seashells. She even made an ocean version of Y/n's plushie!

❣This cookie is just so afraid of Y/n her, oml what Have I done-

❣It is almost impossible to bully Y/n with Sea fairy sticking by their side 24/7. And if you do manage then,... the ocean's wrath isn't something to be laughing about.

❣" Y/n... would you still love me if something were to happen?" -Sea fairy cookie.