#i needed the plush like asap

[ohhalazia]

my ddeongbyeoli stuff arrived and i am foaming at the mouth

[sea-buns]

shoutout to my aunt/cousin who went around compiling christmas lists and was struck with a sudden grasp for the kinda person I am when she looked at her daughter's next to mine and saw a $100 purse vs a $50 horse

[devilishdelights]

LIL D NUMBER 2 PLUSHIE??!!!!

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

❥‧ it's just you and me (방찬)

in which: everything is only fine when chan is with you.

genre: smut pairing: bang chan x fem!reader. rating: mature mdni. masterlist.

warnings: rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), hints at illegal activity, oral (f receiving), i think that's all?

a/n: ERM that solo has me feral. I wanted to bite him, i say that so shamelessly, i need that song released asap or i might actually explode. anyywayyys enjoy

You flinched almost every time you heard sirens. Not at the noise, but at what the noise could mean. You hugged his pillow and muttered to yourself everything would be fine.

And yet every time he was fine it felt like a punch to the gut and like a relief was lifted off your shoulders. He never let you come to him, you didn't know if he was even alive for days on end before he came back to you. He never stayed, always gone before you woke up. You wondered how he shimmied his way into your ordinary life.

You wondered why you let him keep you up at night... He hadn't come back it'd been days.

You were in your kitchen staring into space as you threw something together. He'd tell you to eat real food, not your mixed monstrosity of snacks. He can't boss me around if he's not here.. you threw marshmallows into your cereal, cutting the strawberries into fourths to add to the mix.

The scream of a siren made you stiffen and the knife cut your index finger. You grumbled to yourself, ignoring the worry gnawing at your insides while you bandaged your finger.

His arms wrapped around you, big hands taking the bandaid from you as he steered you to the sink.

You didn't speak. He rinsed your finger and grabbed a paper towel, wrapping it and pressing down to stop the bleeding.

"I told you not to leave the window open.." He broke the silence after a moment.

You stared at the bruises and scars on his knuckles.

"Y/n-"

You turned in his arms and kissed him hard, taking his gasp of shock as an opportunity to force your tongue into his mouth. He groaned as he relaxed and lifted you onto the counter.

"You miss me?" He breathed as you broke apart.

You made a face then kissed him again.

Chan didn't leave much room for protest after that. He lifted you off the counter and carried you to your bedroom and dumped you on the bed. He pulled his shirt off and pounced on you, lips and teeth assaulting your neck, before he moved back and stared into your eyes.

You took a moment and stared at the new scars he had on his chest and abdomen, your finger grazed one gently and he took your hand in his and kissed it gently, moving low and removing your pants and panties. He tossed them carelessly and spread your legs.

"Chan-"

He didn't let you speak as he started devouring you like a starved man. His tongue flicked at your clit and dove deep between your folds, eliciting a loud moan from your lips as you grasped at his hair. He moaned into your sex and wrapped his plush lips around your nub, sucking hard.

Your back arched and he pushed two thick fingers into you, scissoring and working at you, stretching you as you got wetter and wetter. You panted and gasped as he curled his long fingers for your g-spot, sparks of pleasure ran through you and you jerked.

Chan pulled his fingers out and you whined at the emptiness but you didn't have a moment to beg before Chan was pushing into you, hiis body caging you against the mattress.

You moaned at the sudden intrusion and wrapped your arms around him, nails clawing at his skin. He let out an almost growled moan as he started pounding into you, not leaving any time for recovery. His thick cock filled you over and over, bruising your cervix with the force of it.

He grabbed your jaw roughly and kissed you hard. Teeth clashing tongues wrestling before he squeezed your jaw a bit harder and you relented with a drawn out moan. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room along with the chorus of your mixed sounds of pleasure. Chan grabbed your thighs and held them open wider, fucking into you harder.

You threw your head back and gasped as he knocked the air from your lungs. You felt the familiar band tightening in your gut. He groaned as you clenched around him and muttered praises into your ear.

"You're taking me so well, baby girl. You wanna cum, hm? Cum and show me how much you love my cock?"

You nodded and whimpered. "Please, please, please!"

Chan reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit in figure 8 motions. "Cum for me sweet girl."

Your mind went blank, head falling back, mouth open in a silent scream as you clenched on his manhood desperately. Chan groaned and pushed into you with one last thrust before he toppled over the edge with you. His groans turning to soft whines as he came inside you, filling you with his release.

He collapsed over you and kissed you gently. Rubbing soft circles on the bruises forming on your thighs and hips. He got up and cleaned you before getting back in beside you and hugging you to his chest.

"I was worried.." You muttered.

"Don't worry about anything, it's just you and me..." He whispered against your hair.

And when you relaxed enough to sleep, you woke to find Chan gone.

© 2024 xxkissesforchanniexx. DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK !

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end note: i'm going on hiatus, theres a few drabbles and what not in the queue ;-; i'll be back in october maybe earlier, that's all though i love yall, thank you for 950 followers

[feelslksugar]

teasing (anakin x reader) + twt prn link

A/N; it’s so fucking late but I needed to post this asap. Sorry if it's bad or I forget any tags.

Warnings; Dark content, Anakin is very mean, size kink, afab reader, pussy slapping, fingering, dubcon, female reader, recording/sextape, Anakin calls readers pussy she, teasing, name-calling, threats to leak videos.

Link

You had been testing Anakin’s patience all day. The relentless teasing words and touches that lasted just a little too long had him wanting to ravage you right then and there but, he had self-control. 

At least that’s what he thought. He could tolerate the teasing but one thing he wouldn’t stand for was the flirting. 

 The blatant flirting with his friends right in front of him really sent him over the edge, he knew he would make you regret it the moment you two were alone.

The minute the door shut behind him you knew your fate was sealed. He wasted zero time throwing your smaller body over his shoulder and taking you straight to the bedroom before slamming you into the plush bed face down. He immediately ripped the material of your thin stockings and pushed your pleated mini skirt up exposing your bare cunt.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend knew exactly how he was going to teach you a lesson. Only HE knew how to put you in your place.

You stayed put, face down on the bed and the bedroom was eerily silent except for some soft rustling followed by a small ring. 

It sounded so vaguely familiar, but it was something you couldn’t identify for a moment until it hit you all at once.

He was fucking recording. 

You could feel his looming presence behind you before he immediately ripped the material of your thin stockings and pushed your pleated mini skirt up exposing your bare cunt.

“You wanna be a bad girl all day,” He mutters under his breath while kneading the fat of your ass in front of the camera. “N-no Ani. I’m sorry.” You squeak while he continues to manhandle your most sensitive parts. 

The cold air in the room made contact with your pussy.  It definitely didn’t help.

Whenever your boyfriend would spread you too wide and your sensitive pussy would involuntarily spread you felt the embarrassment. 

Knowing the camera was capturing every single detail made you involuntarily clench your thighs together. You felt like a cheap whore on display for all to see.

“It’s too late for that, you’ve been such a fucking tease all day.” He groans looking at your small hole clench around nothing, desperate to be filled with something, anything. 

“She’s so fucking pretty.” He says looking at your cunt in the camera before his strong hand makes contact with the soft flesh of your ass. “Aniii- Please no, I said sorryyyy-” You can't even form your next thought before his hand strikes you once more. And once more, again, again, and again.

“No? You don’t want this? You’re sorry?” He parrots your needy words in a higher pitch while continuing to tease you on camera for the world to see. “I don’t think you’re sorry baby.” The last loud smack makes contact with your reddening skin before he gives your pussy a rub with the tips of his thick fingers. “Fuck, you’re dripping Doll. I think you like this and you don’t want me to stop. I think you like being filmed. It makes you so wet. See?” 

The tips of his fingers rub up and down your soaking slit, spreading your sweet wetness around your puffy folds and occasionally making contact with your sensitive clit. “You’re so meannnnn.” You whine desperate for any more friction or contact with your sensitive nub.

You were desperate for anything. Anakin watched as your small hole clenched around nothing. He knew he was being cruel, but he didn’t care.

 He knew he could easily reduce you to a crying mess just by dipping his fingers in.  You were always so sensitive and delicate just for him. He could make you cry and squirt without even trying as he had many times before. 

The feeling your desperate moans and whines gave him was something otherworldly. He knew you deserved to be punished but he couldn’t help himself. 

The feeling of his thick fingers finally making contact and dipping into the warm heat of your pussy made you drool. “Such a slut, you’re fucking dripping everywhere. I thought you didn’t want this hm?” The end of his sentence was punctuated with a harsh slap to your wet cunt. “You clearly do, so sit pretty and let me do whatever I want, okay?” Before you could protest his weight shifts off of your shared bed. 

You heard the familiar sound of a zipper and the drop of pants before you felt his larger frame behind you, aligning himself with your slick entrance. “Stay still for me, yeah?” Anakin says, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a few experimental strokes before sliding his pre cum covered tip up and down your puffy folds. “Be gentle please Ani.” You beg, knowing his large size always made your eyes water no matter how many times you’ve done it with him. 

But the sudden sensation of being split in half overwhelms your senses. 

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” He snarls before forcing half of his cock into your wet heat. “Ani! Fuck I can’t!” You cry out grasping at the sheets desperate for purchase. 

 He gave you no time to adjust to his big length causing a dull ache in your lower half. “Yes, you fucking can,” He taunted, digging his fingernails into your hips while biting his lip.

“You’re saying you can’t but you’re clenching so much around me and I’m not even all the way in yet. Giving the camera such a fucking show,” He moans before forcing the rest of his thick length inside your abused pussy. 

“Fuck, always so tight for me.” He feels like he could cum in just a few thrusts with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. “‘M so full,'” You whine at the feeling of being filled to the brim. Full of Anakin, raw.

His hips begin to move, slowly at first. “Fuck, I love this fucking pussy. All mine too, isn’t that right baby?” He asked. You could feel Anakin’s spongey tip kiss your cervix over and over again while he waited for your response. “Yes! Fuck!” You cried out when his thrusts began to speed up when you took a little too long to answer him. “All yours Ani! I’m sorry!” You cry into the pillow desperate to hide your moans.

“The stupid slut is sorry now huh?” The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed on the walls of your shared bedroom while he abused your poor cunt. “Yeah? You’re fucking sorry? Apologize. Let them hear you.” His words were dripping with anger. He wanted you to be sorry. To cry and beg on camera. He wanted nothing else but to make a moaning drooling mess out of you. “They can’t hear you with your face buried in that fucking pillow now can they?” He spits, grabbing your hair from the roots and pulling your face out of the plush pillow. 

“No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a slut! I’m sorry I’m Ani’s! I’m only his!” Your words were slurring and you swear you could see stars when he hit that bundle of nerves over and over again with his fat tip. “That's what I like to hear. That’s right baby, tell them.” He leaned forward and licked the shell of your ear. 

“You’re being such a good girl.” He whispered in your ear while not once slowing down. “Let this be a lesson. Whenever you even fucking think about disobeying me think about this.” He hisses while biting your ear. 

“I love you so much,” You could tell your boyfriend was getting closer. His thrusts became sloppier with each passing second. 

“Fuck, I love you so so much.” His tone was needy and his hands gripped and groped all over your soft body desperate to feel anything. “I’m gonna cum.” He whines before getting one last deep thrust in. “Cumming inside you.” 

The feeling of his long-awaited orgasm washed over him. He felt so weightless. You could feel his weight on your back while his labored breath tickled your shoulder. A thin layer of sweat covered you two while he slowly pulled out his softening cock. Thick globs began to spill out of your abused cunt before your boyfriend’s sweaty body was lifted off of yours.

 “Should I send this video out now baby?”

[demonir]

You've heard of the Digimon Gatomon, Blackgatomon and Mikemon?

HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

IVE SEEN THIS GUY BEFORE I FORGOT IT EXISTED I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHH THE BIG EARS THE BIG EYES THE LONG TAIL THE CLAWS!!! THE CLAWS!!!!!!!! oh you are such marketable plush material my dude I need 20 of you ASAP. of course this thing is called gatomon like!!! that's a gato alright!!!

and...

IT HAS AN EMO VERSION?????????? why did 10 year old me not obsess over this guy specifically i mean COME OOOON

and youre telling me...

THAT IT GETS EVEN BETTER?????????????????? dude this is just someone's cat, like someone taught their cat how to do boxing and now it's out there kicking ass!!!

They really nailed it the first time and went like "what if we made two more" AND NAILED THOSE TOO WTF

thank you for telling me about these I'm gonna think about them for the next 3 hours

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello!! Wondering if you could do Quackity, Tommy, Tubbo, Charlie and Ranboo with an S/O who loves sewing? Sometimes they probably have to physically pulled away from the sewing machine while making something cause it's like, 3 am lol. But the sewing machine doesn't make alot of noise, so it wouldn't interfere with the others sleep

yeah of course! ; also sorry if this is wrong in any way, I don't sew lol but hopefully my knowledge on it was enough gang ; thanks for requesting, hope u enjoy!

MCYT ; sew, sew, so?

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, quackity & slimecicle

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he usually wakes up for a 3am water / piss break

and just find you at your sewing machine

"why are you up at this hour?"

"sewing"

"come to bed, you can continue in the morning"

"fine"

he loves your little hobby tho

he loves when you fix up and practically make him new clothes

he's so appreciative of it

sew something new? he's wearing it on stream asap to brag that you fixed it up / made it

RANBOO

you made them a bunch of stars to hang from their ceiling in their stream room

they won't shut up about it on stream when someone asks lmao

"oh those? y/n made them for me!"

he catches you at your machine at like 4am sometimes cause he needs a midnight snack and tiredly stares at you like 🤨😒

"cmon, let's go to bed"

"ugh"

lovessss helping you find new fabric to work with

he tried sewing a little cloud plush... yikes

new experiences for everyone ig

ALEX QUACKITY

literallt can't even trust this man around your shit

he will find a way to sew up a deformed duck plush

but he really appreciates when you make stuff for him and will never stop bragging about it

"guys look I got a new shirt"

"it's ugly"

"don't insult my partners skills, asshole"

also loves trying to find new fabrics with you

half the time they lay around cause you don't know how yo use them

like how tf r u gonna use a fabric with a cat pattern all over it but the bg is NAVY BLUE.

he's always sending u pinterest inspo

you never knew he even had pinterest before he sent u the first couple 💀

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

has to physically pull you away from your work at night

like god damn why are you so committed?

absolutely adores the things you make for him

he'll literally wear them out and beg you to fix them

he has so many little trinkets you've made for him too

you made him a whole ass blanket and it sits on the back of his desk chair for when it's cold

it's got all sorts of patterns from the scrap fabric you needed to use but he lovessss it

"im gonna use this blanket to suffocate you bitch!"

"wtf charlie"

"it will happen! put the ribeye BACK IN THE MICROWAVE."

[irisintheafterglow]

More Than It Seams (Chapter 1)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader

note: aaaaa ok first chapter of my first series. hope you enjoy!! i'm planning on this to be five chapters, and the second chapter I'm planning to release this friday. i <3 shoto todoroki

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!!!

She couldn’t be serious. You shake your head as if to reset your eyeballs and read over the two scribbled cursive sentences over and over until the reality of your situation set in. 

Hey, not gonna be in starting today for maternity leave. Don’t disappoint me. Xo, M 

You counted the days on your fingers and groaned, dragging a palm down the front of your face. 7:00 A.M was too early to find out you had to run a multi-million dollar business that wouldn’t hesitate to fire you if you disappointed at the most important fashion event of the year. The coffee maker beeped its readiness right on cue, and you debated making two cups instead of just one. You settled for one but left out a cup with your name on it for a possible second, and plopped down at your station. The sun was just starting to shine through the glass walls of the building you called your office, an odd combination of exposed brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows. Crooked rows of work tables lined up on one side of the expansive area, with several dozen mannequins and rolls of fabric occupying the other side. A long counter separated the work area from the sitting area, where clients waited for their fittings on plush couches and sipped on complimentary sparkling drinks that M paid for instead of giving her workers a raise. 

“G’morning!” The other designer for the company swung open the gate allowing access between the work area and the sitting area, deflating when he saw you throw your head down on your desk in frustration and slam it a few times for good measure. “Or not…” A loud gasp of shock indicated to you that he had read the note, and a long string of expletives left his mouth as you lifted your head and nodded. “She has to be joking.”

You clicked your tongue in agreement. “She is not.” 

“HB’s in two weeks, and she decides now is a good time to have her baby?”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t even be the head of this place, or having another baby. God knows we don’t need any more of her.” Your coworker scoffs in disbelief, throwing his bag down on his desk and wheeling over a mannequin. “Hey, did you finish working up that fabric design for Cellophane’s suit? He’s supposed to come in on Friday and I think it’d be smart to have a sample of the fabric ready so he can tell us if he doesn’t like it.” 

“Yep, I’ll have that over to you ASAP. You don’t need to remind me what happened last year with Dynamight two days before the Ball.” 

You cringed at the memory of the Number Two Hero burning your work to ashes right in front of you and telling you to get a color that matched his eyes better. To be fair, the color that his stylist had chosen clashed with his skin tone and you respected Bakugo for recognizing that, but he could have given you back the suit to use as scrap fabric. “It’s the price of working with the best.” 

“You mean for the best,” he corrects, giving you a grouchy look before switching on his machine and beginning to hem the miles of fabric for Creati’s dress. You’d asked him if he wanted you to hem the fabric since your quirk would have it done by lunch, but he declined and said that you should focus on designing the remaining heroes’ pieces. The rest of your seamstresses trickled in as the morning progressed, filing into their stations with a polite “good morning” and picking up their scissors. Soon, the office milled with the familiar sounds of cutting fabric, sewing machines, and rolling mannequins, and you spaced out as you sketched your idea for Pinky’s updated costume. 

At 11:30, your receptionist sitting at the counter slammed down the phone in alarm, startling the entire room into silence. Her face was nothing short of panic, and you rose quickly from your station to pull her into a corner and figure out why she looked like she had received a bomb threat. 

“What’s going on?”

“Shoto is here.”

“Who?”

“Shoto. The pro hero. Is here,” she hisses at you through her teeth, her hands shaking with uncontrollable anxiety. 

You blinked at her. “Okay… and?” Pros showing up to the office themselves rather than sending assistants was uncommon but had been done numerous times before. Deku and Creati tended to visit a few times a month, and Pinky liked to stop by on Fridays to treat her favorite staff to ice cream. It was Shoto’s first time appearing in person, as he usually sent an assistant to drop off what was essentially his laundry; you’d always assumed that being a top-ranked hero controlling large sums of inheritance was just too busy to worry about his costume. Still, a customer visiting the office in person, no matter how attractive they were, was the least of your laundry list of problems.  

Your receptionist stares at you like you’ve sprouted three heads, and addresses you with an attitude that would have had her fired if M was in office. “What the hell do you mean ‘and’? It’s Shoto… the Number Three Hero. ProMagazine’s #1 ranked hottie.” 

“I’m aware,” you state a little impatiently, annoyed by her insistence that this was much more significant than it actually was. “I’m struggling to understand the fuss over just another client–” 

A chorus of shocked excitement washed over your staff as the elevator doors dinged and a lean, well-dressed silhouette entered the office. Several of your seamstresses had stood from their chairs and huddled together for moral support, whispering to each other about the stranger who had exited the elevator. Your receptionist’s eyes widen to the size of dollar coins, her hands coming up to your shoulders to push you toward the counter as she disappeared behind rolls of fabric. You rolled your eyes and took a breath, adjusting the measuring tape around your neck and meeting Shoto as he approached the vacant receptionist’s computer. His voice was polite and soft when he spoke, and you swear you hear your workers swooning behind you. 

“Hello, I’m here to drop these items off for repair,” he states, gently placing a small stack of folded fabric on the counter in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty his hands were, and how one ran through his two-toned hair, combing it with elegant fingers. His eyes were each an enchanting shade of blue and grey, and you found it hard to break eye contact with him. ProMagazine was definitely correct.

“Great, I’ll, uh, have this ready in just a bit,” you reply, gesturing towards the waiting area and encouraging Shoto to have a seat. Taking a deep breath in and out and shooting your staff a stern look to get back to work, you unfold the tattered costume on a nearby station behind the counter. His suit wasn’t in the worst condition, but the tears on the arms and chest area posed a significant safety hazard, especially if they continued to open. As hot as it would be to have muscle windows in Shoto’s suit, it’d reflect badly on you if you’d refused to repair the costume for the sake of professionally shot ab photos. 

After another steadying breath, you visualize a sewing machine dial in your mind, picking up a spool of strong nylon thread and running your thumb over the torn pieces of fabric; like clockwork, it repaired itself with a neat straight stitch wherever you touched. Your quirk is why M hired you in the first place since you could assemble three pieces in the time it took a machine to do one. You couldn’t send sheets of fabric flying like Best Jeanist, but your ability to telekinetically manipulate thread into stitches proved useful for a career in fashion design. With a few more reinforcement stitches to some worn edges and a quick polish of the suit’s buckles, Shoto’s costume was good as new. 

“Here you go; you’re all set.” He turns to look at you, surprised and preoccupied with examining the large posters of costumes M’s company had designed. Frames of initial sketches for his first professional costume were flanked by life-size prints of Pinky, Deku, and Red Riot’s attire. A plaque engraved with Creati’s endorsement message for the company hung in the center, surrounded by fabric swatches and Post-It notes scribbled with measurements. It looked like he had just finished reading through Creati’s statement when you informed him that his suit was ready. “I went ahead and cleaned off some of the grime from the suit’s hardware and sprayed it with anti-rust so it shouldn’t be tarnishing any time soon.” 

Shoto looks at you with an expression that you can’t read, gazes down at the repaired suit in front of him, and then back up at you. “Oh. That’s it?”

You release a slightly nervous chuckle to try to ease some of the awkwardness that had settled between you two. “Uh, yep. That’s it.” After another painfully quiet beat, your customer service persona finally kicks back into gear. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?” 

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it was a pleasure working with you today–”

“How does your quirk work?” His question arrives completely out of left field, and your brain short-circuits at his genuine expression of interest in your abilities. 

“Well, um, I can manipulate thread to follow certain stitch patterns, like the stitch selection on a sewing machine. See, like, here.” You point at one of the newly repaired tears in his costume, running a finger over the fresh seam. You’re keenly aware of how his eyes follow your finger and you attempt to keep your voice even. “I mended this panel of fabric torn down the middle with a straight stitch, which is the sturdiest stitch I can create.” 

“So you wave your hands and the threads start moving?” The boyish cluelessness on his face makes your heart flutter. A smile breaks its way into your expression. 

“I wish, but I actually have to be touching the fabric.” 

“I suppose it’s very useful for a fashion designer, then.” His face is carefully put together, but the tiniest hint of sarcasm bleeds its way into his voice. Was he… joking with you? 

“Definitely. I’m essentially a human sewing machine but without needles sprouting from my thumbs.” Your thumb pops up on its own accord for added effect, but then you realize what you just said and shove your hand back in an apron pocket. It was meant as a joke, but the macabre nature of your last quip slips your mind and a part of you dies inside when Shoto physically cringes at the grotesque image. Before you have the chance to apologize for such a distressing remark, he politely nods his head in farewell and gives you a soft “thank you” before returning to the elevator. 

Releasing a frustrated noise from your throat at the fact that you just scared off Todoroki Shoto, you lay your forehead on the counter between your elbows. The elevator button dings, and to your horror, you realize that he hadn’t left the office yet. Instead, he was looking at you amusedly over his toned shoulder. The corner of his mouth quirks up the tiniest bit as he watches your burning face attempt to regain its composure, and then he’s gone. 

“That was a shit show,” your other designer mutters under his breath, handing you another cup of coffee. 

Tuesday morning at 11:30 on the dot, Shoto visits again and catches your receptionist off guard, reducing her to a puddle of “How can I help you?” and “Can I get you a sparkling drink?” With your back turned to the doors, you don’t notice him immediately as you concentrate on draping expensive maroon fabric around Creati’s mannequin. Eyebrows drawn in concentration and holding a pin between your teeth, your hands work meticulously to create perfect pleats under the waistline of the bodice. It isn’t until your receptionist nervously calls out your name that you abruptly drop the fabric, Shoto’s mouth twitching as he watches you hurriedly place your box of pins on a nearby station and approach the counter. You lightly tap your receptionist’s shoulder, snapping her out of her daze to find Shoto a drink that you knew was out of stock and leaving you two alone again. 

“Shoto, it’s a pleasure to see you.” You try to mask the unease in your voice with a forced smile. “What can I help you with today?”

His face is blank, but his eyes shine like he’s analyzing you. “I ripped the suit again.”

Your face falls in comical disbelief. “Again?”

He shrugs. “I guess I need stronger stitches.” His heterochromatic eyes stare into yours, and you meet his challenge with a slight squint. 

“Guess you do.” You take the folded suit from his hands and drop the volume of your voice. “Or maybe you need to stop tearing my work.”

He huffs out a breath that sounds like a choked laugh and you smile innocently at him, hoping this interaction replaced the awkwardness of yesterday. Your hand gestures to the seating area again, but he shakes his head, instead crossing his muscular arms and watching you intently as you work. The damage to his suit could barely be considered a tear, and you don’t even bother using your quirk to repair it. You feel him staring at you as you easily patch up the suit with a backstitch, and you swear you could hear him hum thoughtfully behind you. Minutes after he entered the office, you slide the garment back to him with a satisfied smile. 

He does that thing again, looking at you, down at his suit, then back at you. “You didn’t use your quirk.” 

It was your turn to shrug. “Didn’t need to.” As entertaining as his presence was, it would have taken longer to repair it with your quirk, and you had three mannequins of patterns demanding your immediate attention. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

Shoto dodges your question, instead scanning the seamstresses at their work areas trying not to stare at him. “You’re awfully good at getting people in and out.” One eyebrow quirks in question. He’s testing you, silently asking whether you were trying to get rid of him quickly. 

“With all due respect, a rip on a Pro’s suit is the least of my worries right now.” 

“What are the most of your worries?” You direct his attention to the three mannequins behind you, covered in multi-colored pins and beige pattern panels. “Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane’s Ball outfits. Need to have them done by next Friday, and I was just in the middle of pleating the skirt of Momo’s dress. It’s taking a lot longer than expected because I tragically only have two hands.” 

Shoto’s mouth opens in an ah of realization, taking in the elaborate construction plan of the layered asymmetrical gown. You couldn’t have predicted his reply to save your life. 

“May I help you?”

Your mind halts the production of coherent thoughts. “Oh, no, really. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Why not?”

“It’s not your job.”

“But there is something I can help with.”

“I mean, yes, but–”

“Then please, show me what to do.” You decide that it would be pointless to fight his stubborn determination, so you try not to notice the gasps from your staff as Shoto pushes open the gate into the work area and stands beside Creati’s mannequin. You knelt into the same position as before, sitting back on your heels as you searched for the last pleat you made. 

“So I just need you to hold the fabric in place so that it doesn’t unfold, like this,” you direct, scrunching the edge into a carefully measured fold. He watches you diligently, allowing you to reposition his hands so that you could effectively create a seam. His hands were soft beneath your fingers as you brushed veins and lean muscle. You push away the thought of what else he could do with his hands, refocusing on your work and delicately rotating the mannequin as you made your way around its waist. To your surprise, Shoto made soft conversation with you, asking about other Pros’ looks and the design inspiration behind them. Small talk flowed easily as you worked, and he proved to be much more witty than interviews captured. 

When you finished, Shoto ran his finger over the pleats you had just made in admiration. A glance at the rest of the mannequins leads to his expression becoming puzzled. “Where is mine?” He offers an open hand to you as you rise from the floor, and you revel in the cool touch of his palm against your tired thumb. 

You open your mouth to reply, but no words come out. The truth was, his stylist had ordered a simple black suit for him, barely different than the suit he wore the previous year and all of the years prior. Shoto’s media reputation had him notorious for attending as few public events as possible, and donning safe solid-colored suits when he did appear. His eyebrows rise in anticipation of your answer, still holding your hand, and you finally conjure up an explanation. “Well, technically, your look is already finished. It was one of the first looks we finished because of its simplicity.” 

“Simplicity?” He releases your hand, flexing his fingers like he was squeezing a stress ball. Shit, were your hands sweaty?

“Yeah, your stylist tends to request subdued designs for public appearances.”

A low hum is all you receive in acknowledgment, and a look of deep thought washes over his handsome expression. 

“Maybe I will aim for a different design this year, then.” 

And just the same as Monday, he nods farewell before heading back to the elevator, leaving you frozen by the mannequin. A split second before the doors slide open, he gives you a mischievous look and a single thumbs-up, a reminder of the embarrassing interaction from the day before. You roll your eyes at him and are delighted to see the corner of his mouth turn up again.   

The elevator doors shut, and you can’t help hoping he creates another tear in his suit for tomorrow.

[pink-tea]

YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THIS ASAP, TAKE UR TIME PLEASE ‼️‼️‼️

But I was thinking about txt with an Hispanic s/o who give aggressive compliments to them, idk like "pinche vato hermoso" or sm like that lmao

☆ rating: sfw, fluff

☆ headcanons !!

☆ hispanic/spanish-speaking! reader (gn)

☆ slight use of hispanic lingo/slang, if you need the context to any let me know in comments <3

yeonjun

ღ confused but happy to be there

the first time you subject soobin to this unique form of cuteness aggression, he's just a little confused. not really all that fluent in spanish despite his active attempts, he's taken by surprise when you grumble the words against his lips. first off, he's still catching up with the fact that you kissed him so suddenly. he had been sitting down on your shared couch before suddenly you were walking up to him and cupping his face into your hands, pressing multiple kisses to his plush lips before you said a few angry sounding words.

he's pretty sure that "heromoso" is one of the good words, but why say it so aggressively? you don't look upset at all, not when you're smiling against his lips.

"what was that all about?" he asks, looking up at you in amusement. he's confused but he can't help but grin, happy to have gotten attention and kisses.

"you're too fucking handsome," you sigh, releasing your boyfriend and plopping down on the cushion next to him. yeonjun laughs a cute, squeaky laugh before he's resting his head against your shoulder.

"you're upset cause you think I'm too hand—hermoso?" he teases, pressing a light kiss under your jaw that makes you giggle. yeonjun, ever pleased to hear as much praise from you as he can get, can't help but look awfully smug.

"mhm, pinche hermoso," you confirm, raising a hand up to his hair just so that you can ruffle it and hear him whine and complain.

soobin

ღ confused and a little hurt

unlike yeonjun, soobin's ears only process the curse word you just tossed out. he's probably playing video games or watching t.v., but the moment he processes what you're saying, his mind halts. his brows immediately furrow and he's pouting, because did you just curse at him?

he doesn't know why you're mad, cause you seem perfectly happy as you tug on his cheek and coo up at him. soon enough though, you notice his change in demeanor and tilt you head up in question.

"what's wrong?" you hum, moving your assault on his cheeks to his hands as you play with his long fingers. soobin stutters just a little, trying to ask his question without sounding painfully blunt but failing to formulate it any other way.

"did you just?? cuss me out??" he asks, eyes still wide and bunny lips still in a mini pout. he doesn't want to think too much about it, cause maybe he misheard the word? but he just wants to make sure that there's nothing to be worrying about :(

immediately reassure him; coo and promise that you didn't mean anything about it.

"I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, just love you so much that it was starting to piss me off." you explain, pressing an apologetic kiss to his pout.

"oh, okay!" phew! disaster avoided.

beomgyu

ღ eager to reciprocate

matches the vibe immediately. the moment you're giving him affection and he notices your smile and glint in your eyes, he's in your space just as much as you are in his.

almost isn't paying attention to what you're saying, only registering the feel of your hands pushing his bangs back so you can give him multiple uninterrupted kisses all over his face.

looks like the cat who got the cream even though all he's done is just sit there and be cute.

the only actual response you get from him is his startled yelp when you give in and gently bite his cheek.

"nope, that's enough!" he huffs, ignoring your petulant whines as he pushes your face back. "don't even know what you're saying, but I know that I don't deserve to die such a morbid death so young!" he defends, his other hand rubbing the tender flesh you bit.

you make it up to him by finally cuddling normally, to which you explain to him that you were just happy to have, "un novio tan pinche hermoso," and couldn't help but take it out on him.

laughs at the explanation, but just gives you a peck on the cheek and politely asks that you not abuse him just because he's pretty :') he may bite you back in retaliation when your guard is down.

taehyun

ღ amused and fond

just watches you with his big, beautiful eyes as you come to lovingly verbally assault him. stops what he's doing to tilt his head up at you questioningly. he can pinpoint the fact that you're speaking spanish to him, but you're speaking very fast and your tone is contradicting to the words he's able to pick out.

when you're finally done with your grumbling, you lean in to give him a kiss. taehyun's relieved, reassured by the kiss that nothing's wrong. maybe you're just being playful. either way he's smiling with every cute peck you give him, even though he eventually giggles and leans away.

you take the moment to admire him. taehyun's boyishly pretty, with his sweet gaze and carefree grin. you love to see him smile, to hear his laugh and his purr/growl hybrid noises. the love you have for him is starting to build up and you can already feel yourself wanting to cuss him out again because of it.

taehyun, however, cuts you off by cozying back up next to you and resting his head on top of yours.

"te amo," he hums, catching you off guard.

"yeah?" you ask, feeling yourself melt into a puddle at his sure nod. although he may not be fluent, he at least knows this much spanish.

hueningkai

ღ delighted and endeared

hueningkai knows a lot of languages, even if his members tease him often for never actually being fluent in many of them. english is difficult; everybody who's tried learning english as a secondary language already knows this. spanish is a different ball park all together.

with that being said, hueningkai is still kind of a genius, and he easily picks out the various loving-aggressive words you throw at him one day in the midst of your cuddling. one moment your hands are running softly through his hair, the next moment he's giggling in obvious delight as you pull on the skin of his cheeks.

he's nowhere near as stretchy as soobin, but he knows you don't care with how many times you call him handsome at the same time that you call him so goddamn annoying for being so goddamn handsome.

he doesn't mind it. he finds it pretty cute!

takes your affection and your aggression happily. if you end up squishing his face between your hands, he makes sure to do an extra pouty, extra obnoxious ducky lip to ask for kisses.

"you're hurting meee," he'd whine, squirming in place as if he was actually trying to get away.

"is that so?" you ask, placing another fat kiss on his cheek that prompts a high pitched squeal of both joy and disgust from your boyfriend.

[viridian-tay-leaf]

General messages from spirit:

Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3 Pile 4

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Pile 1: 🧡🧡🧡

You guys are hard workers at heart. You've probably been the caretakers, the people pleasers, the adults even as a child in your family. People look to you for advice and are upset when you don't have the answers. You're either learning or have learned that this isn't the most healthy way to go on. You have to set boundaries and work on taking care of you, you can't pour out of an empty cup. So do some self care today, whether it's taking a walk, saying no, respecting your boundaries, dancing, sleeping, or simply doing nothing. Take some time for yourself to acknowledge what you've done and how far you've gotten. Then take some time to realize how powerful you are and that your possibilities are endless. You got it already so don't worry about it, just be.

Channeled songs:

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Pile 2: 💛💛💛

You guys are busy bees, huh? Always on the go go go. But is it fun for you? Do you enjoy what you're doing all the time for you or others. Is it improving your daily life or your health? If not, stop doing it or atleast slow it down. Life isn't going anywhere no matter how old you are, you still have time. Be present for today. (You could've resonated with Pile 1 so go back if you feel the need) Seriously though, when was the last time you had some fun. Some real fun, the type of fun that is careless and childlike. The type of fun you had on the playground in elementary school. Whatever brings you joy in that way do it, and do it in the most carefree way as possible. You deserve love, you deserve happiness, you deserve to have your actions, talents, and feelings reciprocated tenfold. Whether you get it from someone else or yourself. Take yourself on a date today and find out what makes you, you. You'll never know if you don't try? What's the worst that could happen? You fail, someone says no? Oh no whatever will you do, it's not like you've gotten up and done this battle before. You're stronger than you think, act like it bitch (affectionately)!

Channeled song:

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Pile 3: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Are you okay? Do you need a hug? Come here bitch lemme give you a virtual one. Seriously tho, get one asap. If no one is around hug yourself or a plush, or a pet. You need to comfort yourself today, getting cancer energy, motherly or caretaker vibes. "I can be needy"-Ariana Grande. Take a long hot bath with some music or candles in the background. Cook something you only make for special occasions. You may feel like the world is chaos/ending or the tower is crumbling but it's not as bad as it seems. Death is just a rebirth and right now you are going through it. I'm hearing "pluto transform me"-Melanie Martinez. Y'all are in your transformation era. Big Hermit vibes. Take it slow and take your time. You'll soon rise from the ashes like a Phoenix babe. You got this!

Channeled songs:

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Pile 4: 💙💙💙

You guys are in your bag this season. It's been messy for some people around you, but not you bitch. Y'all are thriving in your energy and you know it. Main character energy. I'm getting Cancer, major Virgo & Leo vibes aswell. I'm hearing that yall don't even need this reading, it's just a confirmation that you're on the right path and you're doing you. Okayyyy go ahead besties be you and be proud and loud about it. Go off loves and do it unapologetically. I'm done here, yall don't need me to hype you up cause you already know you're that bitch. Beware of jealousy, envy, and other negative energies from others around you though. There are people who see you thriving and hate it, misery loves company so you best avoid those energy vampires. Cleansing and protections will help you stay in this energy. I don't even need to tell you to be grateful and honor yourself cause you're already doing it. Okayy, I see you sis!

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[heartseungbin]

2 and 3 it chanieeeeee!! Cuddling and making him get some rest is DREAM. ☹️ My man needs some sleep ASAP!

-🧁

synopsis; Chan needs some tlc. who better to take care of him than you?

warnings; i got real sappy:( my baby channie needs a break fr, reader is a sap bc i am too mentions of exhaustion, im sorry this took literally a month 🧁 anonnie>:(

notes; none, gender neutral reader, listen to my kind of woman by mac demarco to set the mood for this fic.

As the soft glow of the moon cast shadows through the curtains, you couldn't help but let out a deep yawn, feeling the exhaustion from the long day finally catching up to you.

With a gentle stretch, you turn to glance at the clock, its bright red numbers brightening the dark room. It was three in the morning, and the stillness of the night seemed to amplify the ticking of the clock.

Your hand reached out to the other side of the bed, searching for the warmth of Chan. As your fingers grazed the cool sheets, a sense of emptiness washed over you. You sat up, the weight of the silence heavy on your shoulders, as you let out a tired groan.

It was moments like these that made you appreciate the comforting presence of your loved one, and you couldn't help but wonder where Chan could be at this late hour.

You slide on your house slippers, the memory of how you got them making you smile. You make your way through the halls of your shared house, slippered shoes scratching against the floor.

You make your way straight to Chan's studio, finding him with his head leaned on his palm and the other typing mindlessly on the computer. As you reach his side, you gently drape yourself against his back, feeling the warmth of his body and the tension in his muscles.

A small frown forms on your face as you take in the sight of him, lost in his work. His eyes are slightly red, but you know that has never detered him before. You can't help but wonder what he's working on and what thoughts are running through his mind.

With a soft sigh, you close your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in the moment, enjoying the peacefulness of being by Chan's side. "Cmon," you say, pulling at his hand softly.

"Time to get off of this," you say gently, quietly, not willing to be any louder. With a nod, he saves his work and spins around in his chair to face you. Your frown deepens, usually he'd attempt to put up a fight.

He must be especially tired. He let's you pull him up and all the way back to your bedroom, wiping a hand over his tired eyes. As you guide him towards your bedroom, you can't help but notice the exhaustion etched on his face.

His normally bright eyes are now dull and heavy-lidded, a clear indication of the long day he must have had. You can feel the weight of his tiredness as he leans on you for support, his steps slow and labored. Yet, despite his weariness, he doesn't complain or resist as you gently guide him towards your bedroom.

It's almost as if he trusts you without a doubt, letting you lead the way with his eyes practically shut. With a grateful sigh, he wipes a hand over his tired eyes, trying to shake off the fatigue that seems to have settled into his bones. You can't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards him, knowing that he must have pushed himself to the limit today.

But as you reach your bedroom and help him settle into bed, you can see the relief wash over his face, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You lie down beside him, throwing an arm and leg over his body. He curls up like a child and you chuckle. He grabs your hand that's wrapped around him and brings it up to his plush lips and places a chaste kiss on them.

Your chest grows warm with love and your eyes water as you realize that you truly are his safe place, that your presence comforts him so much he can sleep. You kiss his clothed back and listened to the sound of his calming breathing slowly lulling you to sleep.

ugh,, im so soft and sappy for chan i love this man</3

[xoluvx]

just imagined being with billie in a hotel with floor to ceiling windows. you came to her stressed, not feeling like yourself lately, and she suggested a little getaway. you’re at the window looking at the view, not knowing that billie’s admiring you from her spot on the plush bed. she comes behind you, lowly asking in your ear if you’re enjoying yourself. you can barely say yes or nod before she’s kissing on your neck, leaving wet marks on your skin before whispering in your ear about how beautiful you look, sliding your hotel robe slightly to expose your shoulders😵‍💫

oh my god i'm- wet

oop.. i need this asap.

need her to peel off my robe

need her to kiss my neck and pull my hair *gently*

push me against that window *tenderly*

yup uh huh

[camlyee]

Gummigoo Supremacy 🐊🪼🐠

lowkey done w insta so i’ll perhaps be posting here from now on.. i need him in my plush collection asap ngl, he gets an A+ from me, the cowboy enthusiast

ok but seriously why does almost any social media nearly kinda suck for artists.. love tumblr tho ngl even if i act like a grandma trying to navigate it 😢

[celestialking]

also i need to be stuffed full of karlnal cock asap plz

star

Hmm 👀✍️

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Warnings: gn, mentions of spit, hand on throat, spank,

It was funny that everyone thought Sapnap would be the meaner of the two. That Sapnap would be the one to fuck you stupid and spit in your mouth, but he was the biggest softie.

The man treats you like you are glass. Hands that gently press you down into the mattress below him.

"Pretty thing, taking me so well,"

Teeth that gently bite into your throat. He pants softly as he fucks into you. Sapnap's constant praise leaves you breathless and begging for more. Begging for harder and faster. The chuckle that always follows sends jolts down your spine.

"Don't wanna break my perfect baby just yet..."

Karl was actually the meaner of the two. Teasing you until you cry and beg for more than just his fingers. Orgasms that were always denied until tears began falling.

"Just one more, so good for me,"

All said while giggling.

Things got a bit wilder when the three of you had your together times. Sometimes they would fight a little, just like now-

"Karl," Sapnap pouted watching the handprint on your ass darken. "You're being so rough with them,"

Karl just giggled like usual. "They can take it, can't you baby?"

The cool of his rings on your thigh made you shiver. His nails dug into the plush squeezing harshly. You whined as his fingers traveled between your legs. The steady of his rocks pushed you further into Sapnap.

You whined around Sapnaps cock looking up at him. Your nose practically pressed against his stomach. He was thrusting his cock with Karl, moaning softly as you swallowed around him.

Karl leaned over your back grasping Sapnap. Their lips brushed each other. "Cum right now and I'll fuck you the same way," he whispered.

Sapnap twitched against your tongue.

"And baby will ride you at the same time hm angel?" Karl's hand smoothed down your back.

"But the spanks-"

"Your thighs,"

Sapnap whimpered cumming down your throat. The idea of you riding him while Karl fucks him was too much.

Karl's grin widened. Slowing his thrusts down and pulling out.

"Lay down and get comfortable, sappy,"

As soon as he did you were already in his lap bouncing.

"Wait sugar," he whined hands shooting for your hips.

Sapnap was a bit sensitive still. You stopped him however, pinning his hands down against the sheets.

Karl helped you rock against him, lips pressing against your shoulder.

"Be easy on him angel," Karl warned. A hand slid from your hips to your throat, his rings nipping you. The gentle squeeze he gave was warning enough.

Be nice to Sapnap or else.

Part of you wants to find out what the or else is...

[jeardesus7]

no bc i need more of your dabi thoughts asap 🙇🙇🙇

he’s NASTY and he should be written as such !! 👏👏

GIMME UR FILTH IM SO HERE FOR IT !!!

OKAY 👹👹👹

He's a filthy bitch and will absolutely BREAK his dumb little sister. Not in the way Shigaraki will, Dabi has a more slow approach. Grooming, almost.

This is different from the sort of series I got going on, so enjoy.

TW: Incest, step-incest, anal, female reader, non-con

Summary: Dabi could be described as a few things, nice isn't one of them. Being his sister, you're no stranger to his rude and arrogant attitude. He's a bully, but only to you, with the way he treats you and your body. He shoves you to the wall, burning hand prints on your skin, leaving marks in intimate places, too. You try to fight back, but he's so much bigger and stronger than you, you don't stand a chance. He's always been like this, even when you were kids, he'd choke slam you into the sofa just because he felt like it. But now that you're both adults, he's worse.

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You're in your room, reading a book when the door opens. Dabi looks in through the crack of the open door to peer in at you, licking his lips.

You were too focused on your reading to notice him slipping inside your room. He stalks up behind you, his warm hand ghosting over the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

He chuckles as you flinch, your head snapping up to look at him. You gulp as you realized how close he was behind you, your head bumping against your head as he looks at you through half lidded eyes, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"Hey, hun.. Whatcha reading?" He took the book from your hands, closing it without putting the bookmark in it. He reads the cover, scoffing as he tosses it on your desk, his hands going into his pocket.

"You read such baby shit, maybe try reading something entertaining" You whipped your head around, about to scold him for being such a jerk, but he was already walking out the door.

You sighed, shaking your head as you went back to your book.

Later, you walked into the kitchen, shuffling around for something to eat. Dabi was leaning against the counter, rolling his eyes as you produced such loud noise with your rummaging. He walked up behind you, smacking your ass and making you yelp, turning around quickly to meet his piercing gaze.

"Can you never be quiet?" Dabi scolded, watching as you crossed your arms and huffed with a twinge of satisfaction.

"It's better than reading a 'dumb' book, ain't it?" You pouted, your eyes never leaving his.

"I prefer the dumb book. But wanna know what else I prefer?" His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, his expression unreadable now.

"No-" You screamed as he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pinning you against the counter. He impatiently removed your shorts and panties, then moving to unbuckle his pants.

You screamed as you squirmed against him, causing a low growl to escape him as he covered your mouth. He struggled between keeping you pinned while squirming and getting his pants down, thus, he grabbed your panties and stuffed them into your mouth.

He easily got his pants down, pulling out his already throbbing member. He pushed you closer to the counter, leaving no room for you to squirm. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your hair and hushing you, whispering into it as he lined up his member with your tight asshole.

"Shh... it's okay, little sis... let it all out" he breathed heavily as he slowly, agonizingly pushed into your tight heat, grunting softly as he got all the way to the base.

Slowly, he begins to thrust, in and out. He pulls your head back to look at your face, laughing low in his throat as he sees tears rolling down your cheeks.

He started going faster, growling in your ear, breathing heavily. He grinds his hips against your ass, his dick throbbing inside your plush anus.

He lets out a loud groan as he goes faster, slamming his hips against yours as he erupts, spilling his seed inside you. His hot breath hits your ear, grinning as he licks the lobe. Slowly, he pulls out, letting you fall onto the floor.

He went to his room, leaving you crying and gaping on the cold, tile floor of the kitchen. He went to sleep while you crawled to your room, his cum leaking out of your poor ass, letting it drip onto the floor.

[sweetheartsaku]

—kang taehyun ; heart like a highway

a/n : [fem!reader] whoever said tae should get red hair needs their ass ate ASAP❗️❗️childhood best friend tae! un-established relationship! [may or may not be established at end smirk]

roses !

heart like a highway.

thats what he said. those five words echoed in your brain, and stuck themselves there. his rich, soothing, tender voice; sweet and smooth like honey.

you remember his plush, rosy lips create magical, ethereal melodies and every time he sung or even hummed, you swore you have goosebumps every time and is always yearning for more. a tune un-replaceable and bewitching.

he was like an artist sitting at your brain as a canvas. delicate strokes glide across the page. it feels like he always paints a beautiful, enticing masterpiece onto it when he sang.

let alone when he spoke.

he speaks with wisdom, compassion and grace.

you were on another rant about how your life was jam packed, and you really needed to just let it melt out. and taehyun being your reserved, childhood best friend and favourite listener, was there to listen to every detail and not get lost but instead took every word you said into deep thought.

"heart like a highway."

situated at your desk, staring into the slightly pixelated screen of taehyun's ceiling and his black hair slightly seeping into the screen.

eyes wide, lips ajar, trying to comprehend what he said.

"y/n?"

"hm?" snapping back into reality.

he chuckles.

"well, when your heart and mind is full, its like traffic. n' if you don't clear the traffic, your heart, or, "the highway" is just too full. and thats not good. its not really healthy. it interferes with a lot of other things that happen on the other side of the highway. y'know? sometimes you need a clean slate, and i know in your head your saying: "well how the heck do i do that.." well, i'm here. i'm here. to listen. "

he smiles, a lower angle of his face now more visible.

you were starstruck. oh, this man's way with his words. the way every word rolled of his tongue.

you could hear his black jacket shuffles around in the audio. then the door open. and the lock click.

"t- taehyun.. i-"

"its okay. don't worry about it."

"-thank you."

"i hope i can be the same for you. you know that, right?"

"of course."

silence.

"thank you so much, again."

"of course y/n, its fine. its what we do. were best friends. since birth. were the '4lifers', no?" he referenced to what you always called him.

"your apartment hallway isn't too warm, is it." he says, over call.

you smile as you rush to the door.

"yeah, i think my hug would be better."

a warm, shared embrace exchanges.

you felt a cold, plastic-y material ruffle behind you, and look back to see him hold out a bouquet of gorgeous, scarlet red roses. just for you.

"tae oh my gosh.. whats this for? i- i mean- first of all, these are absolutely stunning.. but- why?" he gently places the bouquet into your arms and holds out the small card attached to the core of the bouquet wrapping. it read;

"dear y/n. i would be more than happy to be that construction worker who gets rid of every dent and crack in that highway of yours, and clear up every inch of traffic till every car disappears.

in other words, i love you. will you be mine?"

tears brimming, you manage to wrap your arms around him and whisper under your breath-

"yes."

.. "yes, taehyun. of course. i love you too. i love you so, so so much."

he smiles.