#🍓berry 🍓

[taegimood]

subby gamer nerd soobin whining while you suck him off under the desk,,

he’s not allowed to cum until he wins butttt he can’t exactly focus on the game while you’re down there

BERRIE YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL WITH WHAT YOU UNLEASH FROM WITHIN ME GRRRRRR SNARL SNARL BARK GRRRRR

you’re feeling bored and mischievous and horny so what better way to entertain yourself than to torture your hot loser boyfriend ??

he’s glued to his gaming chair going up against beomgyu (you can tell from the screams on the other end of his headset) and he already knows EXACTLY what you’re up to when you slide yourself under his desk poor soob this ain’t the first time this has happened eyes widening as he quickly mutes his mic and goes “b-baby please, n-not-“ but he’s choking on his words the second your hand starts sliding up his jittery thigh and he knows that that’s it, he’s done for.

“lift your hips.” you order, and he swallows hard as his eyes flicker down to you nervously, but he obeys anyway as you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, lowering yourself dangerously close to his hardening cock.

“baby-“

“you can’t cum until you win for me, soobin.”

he groans, whether out of frustration or arousal or both; you’re taking your sweet time teasing your fingertips along his inner thigh and soobin knows there’s no escape when you finally slide your hand around his cock and squeeze.

he whimpers, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he idles frozen over his keyboard, cheeks red and gaze flitting between you and the screen, beomgyu calling out to him confusedly through the muted headset.

you smirk as this gives you an idea.

“mic on, baby. don’t want gyu getting suspicious or anything, hm?”

he gapes at you, eyes widening. “what?! n-no! i-i can’t, he’s gonna-“

“mic. on.”

he swallows hard. his eyes are glued to you, cock fully hard now in your hand, his breath staggering at your commanding tone.

wordlessly he reaches up and presses the button.

“good boy,” you whisper.

soobin is already melting.

“now keep playing, hm? remember what i told you?”

he nods quickly, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you and back to the screen, stammering out a rushed apology to beomgyu with some lame excuse that his friend definitely would’ve caught on to if he only cared enough, and you smirk to yourself as you start to pump your hand up and down.

you’re impressed by your boyfriend’s resolve over the next few minutes, but unfortunately for him, that just isn’t your goal today.

soobin inhales sharply when your warm lips close around his tip.

he clears his throat, leg bouncing nervously, and as you take him deeper you can tell how desperately he’s already trying to hold back.

the next 15 minutes are agonizing for soobin as you suck and stroke him to the edge and back, over and over again, his gasps and moans played off as frustration over the game that he cannot get himself to fucking win, his concentration breaking the further he falls apart under your touch.

“soobin hyung!!! what is wrong with you? why are you being so weird right now??”

you giggle at the sound of beomgyu’s complaints.

“i mean i know that i’m better than you in every possible way, but you normally put up more of a fight than this.“

“j-just- just shut up and l-lose already.”

soobin’s face is flushed, breathing labored, abdomen clenched tight as he grits his teeth, eyes pleading as the filthy wet sounds you’re causing fill his room and god, hopefully NOT beomgyu’s.

his throbbing cock is covered in your spit and his own pre-cum as he tips his head back against the chair, jaw going slack as you suddenly deepthroat him - his thighs tensing up as you pull off just as quickly when you think he’s too close for your liking.

he groans out in frustration, fingers slamming down on the keys with a new vigor as the next round starts, and beomgyu’s cackling remark of “you sound like you’re fighting for your fucking life,” couldn’t be closer to the truth as your boyfriend lets out something between a gasp and a moan at the speed that you suddenly start pumping him with.

this time you don’t stop, your hands and your mouth working him all at once, his hips bucking and twitching in his seat and breath coming out in short, aching gasps -

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck- FUCK!!!! YES!!!! FINALLY!!!!”

you’re momentarily shocked at the sudden outburst, beomgyu’s protests and the game’s chiming “you win!” quickly swept into the background as you’re suddenly being pulled up and tossed onto soobin’s bed before you can even blink.

his lips desperately find yours in an instant, clothes coming off in record time, and he’s moaning before he’s even touched you as he lines himself up with your already-soaked entrance - “please, please, please, need it so bad, need to come, fuck-“

“fuck me, baby. you earned it.”

without a moment’s hesitation he’s thrusting into you desperately, moaning and whimpering in relief, face buried in your neck as he fucks you into the mattress and through his own orgasm, still hard as he keeps going, so overstimulated but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

and of course neither of you pay any attention to the game’s background music still carrying on; and of course, neither of you pay any attention to the fact that in soobin’s lust-clouded rush, he forgot to end the call with his best friend, and beomgyu’s shock morphs to guilt before it turns quickly into something else.

laying back in his gaming chair desperately getting himself off to the sound of his best friend fucking his girl wasn’t a position that beomgyu ever thought he’d find himself in — but it’s a secret that he swears he’s gonna take to the grave.

…or is it?

[sugojosgf]

begging you to post more texts between sukuna ,, they are made so accurate im in love!! :(

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!! omg tyyyy, i honestly adore writing sukuna as a clueless old man. in my smaus, i envision him as an old soul relearning his ways ( redemption arc RAHHH ) so it's vv interesting to try to balance my own thoughts while trying not to stray into the ooc pipeline. i hope you enjoy this 🍓!!

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[seungfl0wer]

Boyfriend texts with MinHo? (:

-Berry🍓

*Random Boyfriend Texts W/ Minho*

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[berristreasuredlibrary]

Forever With Me

"Does this make me a bad person? Do you think I'm a bad person?"

"I think you're a fucking monster."

"Do you really? Is that by your own free will or what you've been led to believe by other people, my love?"

"Does it matter?"

"To me it does."

Chains rattle as hands raise up, showing off wrists rubbed raw. "It's my free will." A click of teeth, a hand running through messy hair, an annoyed huff. "That's not true. Don't be so cruel to me."

A sharp laugh followed by a scoff, head whipping up to meet crazed eyes. "Cruel?! You've got some balls. You're the one who chained me up."

The cold metal of a blade presses against warm flesh, digging into skin and just barely piercing it, and a low voice beside an ear. "Come on, don't be like that. It's me and you until the end. You're with me. Forever with me, my angel."

[plutos-dying-star]

A 🍓Little🍓 Reminder

🧸 that your regression is there for you

🌙 At the end of the day, it’s you. it’s always been you and no one is allowed to change that. No one can take it away

🧸 they can make snide comments or hurl insults but they can’t forcefully take it because it’s yours and you have the power to defend the inner child that couldn’t

[nadeshikogf]

berry and cherry <3<3<3

[asilentandkindersea]

beautiful stranger — c. berzatto

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) : carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x blackf¡reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) : needle, blood, kind of ooc carmy.

(+𝟏𝟖) bear and berry au, where carmen get a tattoo on a whim, only to develop a precious friendship with his tattoo artist.

hi, welcome in the land of imagination and alternative universe. today, you are going to explore the stupidity of my brain and my overwhelming load of ideas. i’m very new in the xreader writing lore, first time i’m not writing an oc story so have as much fun as possible, like and reblog, it means a lot to me. kisses on the nose. <3

tw : not proofread, written at 2 am and clearly sleep deprived, appends a few years before the tv show, when carmen was being treated like shit in new york, english isn’t my first language !

the art of eye contact was something you mastered at. the depth of your irises staring down your interlocutors’ eyes for the time being. at first, carmen thought it was intimidating, and with time, while his cerulean eyes no longer fled from the hold yours had, he found out. noticing at first when the light of this small studio hit your irises that they held an hint of gold inside of them. it was more apparent during sunny days, when the ball of flame carefully lightened up your face.

your dark lashes battled softly every two seconds when you were focused, maybe more if he dared to look away for the spit of a moment. darting his eyes from your lashes to your nose, drawing the curves of your face, memorizing each of these part only to doodle them later on when shame was no longer in order. maybe it was the pinkness of your lips that captivated his sense, or it was probably the way you bit your bottom lips trying to focus when there was no sound other than your beating heart and his ragged breathing.

it was most definitely the way your nose crunched when you were showing a proud expression, seeing as the drawing on his skin only looked like you imagined it. he had to fight the urge to press a soft kiss on the wrinkles of your nose more than once, during the first few months. probably coming back at the studio was the worst idea, considering he was no longer focused on his cooking but mostly on the lock falling in front of your face. he might have pushed it a few times behind your ear while you where so focused drawing your next flashes.

was he always this pathetic before ? or was it the first time his focus had shift so intensively?

the first time he came at the tattoo shop was months after coming back from noma, and working in new york. he don’t really know how he managed to find the shop, to be honest, maybe it was while looking online, or while walking home after a boring day off. yet, even tho he never truly cared in the higher power, not once hadn’t he thanked the universe for making him walk into the shop.

new york always felt like home to you, only when it came to tattoos and illegal drawings at night in those dark alleys you so often found yourself in. maybe if you hadn’t taken a break from college after an injury you wouldn’t have met his ocean eyes, the kind of blue you only see in summer when you are in your hometown. nonetheless, you loved new york for the small aspects, and he was one of those.

it was a saturday, usually you were off the weekend, but the quietest of your apartment was driving you insane, and the walk from your place to the shop was short. your very much used converse on and a redbull in your hand, you found place in that room you secluded yourself most of the time. the light pink color emitting from your neons, the oh so many plants hanging around and an old frank sinatra vinyl playing, you were drawing a new flash.

something you loved doing, doodling tattoos no matter how silly they could be. fingers moving across the screen, feet tapping in rhythm to the music, and eyes focused on the drawing, nothing could’ve made you look up from that piece of art you were making. and yet, the ding of the bell announcing a new client made you jolt from your red seat, closing the ipad in a second before walking out of the small room you found comfort in.

a not-so-tall man was standing in front of the counter, a jacket thrown over his white t-shirt, and his curls disheveled — had he messed with it ? — his eyes beamed upon seeing you.

“hi. . . sorry. i—“

he was shuttering like a pre schooler, — that was cute— his hand moving to his curls only to nervously mess them.

“hello, do you have an appointment ?”

in his ears, your voice sounded sweet like honey. entrancing like the sea monster, the sirens pulling him towards the depths, enchanting him in a way that caused the tip of his hears to flush pink for a second. you were showing this infamous smile people would go to war for, and carmen berzatto was a goner.

“i don’t— sorry i saw the sight ‘bout the non appointment thingy and. . . i can come back another time or—“

“no it’s okay, my colleague is busy, and i’m not, what are you here for? a tattoo. . . a piercing perhaps?”

your irises staring down his cerulean one, he almost felt like drowning only to be trapped in the depths of your eyes.

“a tattoo, if possible.”

“m’okay pretty boy, i’m gonna need you to sign the consent form and then we’ll talk in my studio.”

his fingers lingered a second too long on yours, while grabbing the pen you were giving him. an electric shock went through your body, making your eyes go wide, only to bend over, searching for the consent form. the paper on the counter, only the sound of the pen scribbling down his information was heard. usually, you weren’t that shy, and yet… there was something this man had that made your heart run a marathon.

“alright, do you have an idea or something you wanna do?”

once again, your voice made his entire world shatter.

the studio was small, a faint smell of cigarette lingering the fake leather seats, covered with thrown pillows. posters, canvas, were on the wall, many were signed with your name, while others had name he couldn’t make out from where he was seating. carmy admires the decoration, in all honesty, he thought the room would look completely different, and yet…

“i got some you might like, but if you have an idea you can doodle it or describe it to me and we’ll go from there.”

it took you at least half an hour to decide on the tattoo. his shoulder falling in a relaxed manner each passing second, while his eyes wondered on the screen you were making what he had in mind, real. he noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed in focused, your feet bouncing in rhythm with the single playing over and over again, before you lifted your head with a soft smile filled with pride.

looking back at the drawing, he felt understood in an odd way. perhaps it was how you made his thoughts appear on the screen, or probably the way you were explaining the reasoning behind your choices. he clearly wasn’t paying attention to this part yet, far too focused on the black design to say anything.

lifting his head only when the vinyl was heard and your voice had disappeared, he finally snapped out of his daze, he found the strength to answer this silent question your eyes were asking him.

“i like it, yeah.. it.. yeah. that’s what i had in mind. can we.. like do it on my arm, right here?”

showing the top of his forearm, and the empty space, you nodded.

to be honest, the time to prep felt like a blur, as the conversation flew awkwardly at first, before the cooking subject came by. the fact that your parents had a cabaret intrigued carmen, and made him ask so many questions all at once. if there was one thing that never changed about him, was his insatiable curiosity, and knowledge. new kitchen, new food, new restaurant. always the first thing on his mind, and as you were moving toward the leathery table, the tray with your torture equipment (he clearly didn’t know the names of every stuff present on it) moving along.

he knew it was also time for the permanent drawing. from the moment the frank sinatra vinyl was changed for a the weeknd one — making your shoulders move at the first few notes while putting on the latex red gloves.

“why red ?”

he asked, the last time he had a tattoo done, the artist had black one.

“why not ? red is my favorite color.”

your chuckles made his shoulder drop, relaxed in this unfamiliar and warm room. his arms shaved, cleaned, the needle was right above his skin. your face close to his skin, dreadlocks pulled in a high ponytail, glasses on your nose and that little wrinkle of focus, he felt a pinch in his skin.

“hey, stand still pretty boy, m’kay ?”

and he did, ignoring the way his skin turned red each time the needle was piercing his flesh, only nodding and chuckling as the conversation goes on. surprisingly, he felt at ease under the sharp machine, and your — very — shitty jokes. he noticed the tissue used to clean up the tony drop of blood that left the open wound, noticing how you asked him if he was in pain each passing minute. even once you finished the masterpiece, he stayed on the table laughing at your stupid attempt to make him laugh — which worked because he was complaining of tummy aches with a smile on his lips —, you stayed in your studios even after closing hour, forgetting the existence of your colleague in the room next door, his cerulean irises fixated in your comforting eyes.

he didn’t know that entering this shop with the idea of marking his skin permanently with two angels and a sun, would give him someone to talk to for hours without catching a break.

© 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐚

[berriblossom]

Im thinking of making an arlecchino x fem school teacher fic rn.

Just imagine, freminets elementary or lyney and lynets theater teacher whose heart is of pure sunshine and joy falling for their "cold, strict, and unfeeling father" who is just as hooked on her as anything?

She treats the children well, shes kind and thoughtful, and arlecchino is already thinking of ways to be their "mother" of the hearth?

Just little brain food I've been thinking of.

[razsberrie]

perchance.... it was a mistake...... naming my stardew farm animals after txt .....

[sugojosgf]

tags !

updated tags . < 05 | 09 | 24 >

[ilovestrawberr1es]

[plutos-dying-star]

officially part of the padded agere community

On the topic of: diapers Never thought I’d like it but here we are. Wearing was comfortable and I felt… protected(?) I think. Just felt all around secure and happy.

[itsmiyamore]

The real reason behind the Phantom of the Opera’s mask – it was just skin care

[futturmangamez]

Me opening my phone today to see that every one of my friends are going through it:(

Sending so much josh hugs to all of you🩵

[razsberrie]

HES DOING THIS TO ME ON OURPOSE THIS IS AN ATTACK