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laur-the-cat-prince · 4 months
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… my brain is disrespectful to this puppet.
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breakbleheavens · 5 months
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never forgiving the haters LOOK AT WHAT THEY’VE DONE IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE SETLIST
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theb0nesofmymind · 10 months
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Just in case you forgot…
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IM FUCKIN CUTE
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neopuppy · 2 months
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preview: boys like u
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pairing. Jeno x female reader
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“I’m here for you Jaemin.”
A smile finally appears, ducking his face as he chuckles softly and reaches for your hand hanging by your hip. “You’ve been too good to me ever since the breakup.. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for anything, I’m your friend.”
He pauses for a minute, thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he zones out and nods. “You are my friend. She never really liked that, said I’d call this a boys trip just to come here and flirt with Chenle’s cousin..”
A swell of hope crashes through your chest when his eyes lift to yours and he smiles large enough for the top row of his teeth to fully show. “Friends aren’t supposed to flirt, right?”
“I wouldn’t even know how to flirt.” You pout, exaggerating your blinks. “How would I flirt? Can you show me?”
A clear tinge of red rises up his neck, dropping his head back to let out a howling laugh, inadvertently squeezing your hand tightly. “The idea of you, of all people, not knowing how to flirt is too funny.”
“I don’t know what’s funny about that.” You smirk, leaning in to sway closer for your face to only stand a couple of inches apart. “Can’t you teach me how to flirt? I bet you’re good at it.”
Jaemin staggers for a moment, smile falling slowly as he takes in your curious gaze. “You really want me to show you?”
“Mhmm.” You nod, biting down a grin.
Clearing his throat, he straightens, releasing your hand to rest his arm above your head against the door frame to your room. “Say we just wrapped up a first date..” He hums, painting a scenario out for you without breaking eye-contact. “I walk you home, thank you for gracing me with your presence.” He huffs, lip lifting at one side. “And then I stop to look you up and down, just like this.”
Slowly, long dark eyelashes take their time to fan down over his cheeks, tucking his lower lip in beneath his teeth as he passes over your breasts. “And I lean in close enough to feel your breath quickening, to watch your chest rise faster. Making it obvious that I can’t stop staring at you, can’t get enough of your beauty.”
His voice deepens, re-enacting everything he says until your backs pressed flat against the door, breathing shallowly, gone silent in awe.
“I don’t have to say much..” he pouts slightly, hand lifting to move a loose strand of hair behind away from your face, intentionally grazing the shell of your ear. Pleased by the obvious shiver that passes down your body. “I just..”
Taking one more step forward he meets you at eye level, dragging his fingers down your jawline to your chin to pinch, focusing on your lips naturally parting open for him, so inviting.
“Lick my lips,” and he does, dragging his tongue from one side to the other, gaze more sultry and hooded now. “And whisper right here like this..” only a hair’s breadth away, he whispers less than an inch away from your mouth. “When do I get to see you again?”
Fuck. 
Ready to scream, you have to bite down on your tongue when he abruptly pulls away and shrugs, standing up straight. “Works every time.”
“Uhm,” sucking down a dry gulp, you nod, patting for the doorknob behind you. “I’ll definitely have to try that out sometime.”
Jaemin backs away, stepping backwards with a wink. “You’ll have to let me know if it works. Now get some rest, we have a long day by the pool tomorrow.” 
You’d swear he hasn’t stopped flirting given the way he spins around and watches you from over his shoulder still stuck in place against your door as if you’ve been hot glued there. May as well be, clenching your thighs in a deathgrip out of fear that the sticky heat pooling your underwear could trickle free. 
“Jesus fucking Christ.” You whine once he’s disappeared to the other side of the house. Letting out a long exhausted sigh, you quickly make to enter your room, reaching for the light switch as the door shuts behind you covering everything in darkness.
“You can’t be fucking serious.” 
A roar of anger charges at you, rasping deep before colliding with your chest, crashing your back against the opposite side of the door you were just fighting to free yourself from.
“Ah, fuck!” You hiss, reaching to rub the back of your head surely to have a walnut sized bump by morning. “Jeno?? Is that you?!?”
“Who the fuck else would it be Sherlock.” He rasps directly in your face, lodging one of his forearms under your chin until you cough from lack of air.
“Wh-what the hell are you doing?!” You manage to squeak out, slapping his elbow. “Get off me!”
“What the hell am I doing?!” He roars, nose digging into your forehead. “What the hell are you doing!!”
“Huh??”
“My best friend?!” Jeno’s screaming, crackling the louder he gets, jerking his arm against your neck to congest your air flow. “Please be fucking serious.”
“Wh-what?!” You cough, clutching onto his thick forearm with both hands, sucking large intakes of oxygen in. “Get off me!”
“God you won’t be satisfied until you fuck literally everyone.” Dropping his arm, he gives you no time to recover, manhandling you around to slam you chest first against the door. He scoots up behind you, slotting his covered lower half against yours. The familiar addictive warmth you’ve hungered for since last spring break throbs against your bottom, having to grind your teeth to control an onslaught of whimpers from giving away your arousal. 
“You’re such a whore, fucking open up your legs for anyone.” Strong hands grip the backs of your thighs, slowly climbing up higher to cup the roundness of your ass. “I don’t give a fuck who you fuck.”
Pressing in, he flattens to your back, shoving his arm around your neck from behind, cupping your chin to turn your face to the side. “But you will not,” Jeno breathes heavily against your cheek, licking down to the corner of your mouth. “Fuck him.”
You know by now it’s better to stay silent judging by how riled up he is already, rutting against your ass like some starved beast desperate to feed. 
But you both know the real reason you sneak around, fight in front of everyone else, taunt and torment each other.
The real reason you glare at him from the corner of your eye and slide your tongue out to lap at his finger.
“Oh yeah? And who’s going to stop me?”
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miremilez · 1 year
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Finally one thing that my sister and I have agreed on is that Tenoch Huerta is one handsome sexy lookin’ mf
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millenniummmbop · 2 years
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I saw your girl!kaiba art over 12 hours ago and haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Autistic girlboss.
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BAD BITCHES ONLY!!! 😤
(and yugi)
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agapemoon · 11 months
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You know how people were getting stressed bc people who dont speak portuguese were not understanding q!forever’s real intentions and so they just assumed things and get them all wrong ?
Well i’m also stressed in the same way but with q!Roier and q!Spreen not being understood by non native spanish speakers, like how can i explain to you all that they are besties, q!Spreen just likes to bully all his friends bc that’s his love language ig and q!Roier literally just flirts with him to tease him bc he knows it makes q!spreen nervous and annoyed (and yes, q!Spreen knows he does it only for this reason) and so their friendship literally consists of them bullying eachother like this ??? to the point q!Roier said he was in love with him in front on EVERYONE (including him) just to tease the shit outta q!Spreen in the first day.
Regardless if q!Roier was in love with him or not, the thing is they get along, they were partners in crime, they build a house together with their other friends so they all could live near each other.
Also q!Spreen actually felt bad about betraying q!Roier, he just accepted the Devil’s deal bc he thought q!Roier wouldnt get too mad bc he never actually does but then he saw q!Roier being really quiet after the whole ordeal and so he awkwardly went to him to say he was sorry, gave him food and his earth globe as a gift and right after he started teasing him, saying that he won the bet bc hey it’s q!spreen what do you expect, but what i mean here is that he apologized and that’s bc they were besties ur honor ! (actually q!Spreen still thinks they are) which is also the reason why q!Roier felt so betrayed and wanted to get his revenge so bad. He acted like nothing happened so he could mask his intentions and take revenge on q!Spreen for betraying him.
Now though, q!Roier even said that he is thinking about just forgiving q!Spreen because he is just not around anymore and that just confirms to me that he still cares about him, he just wants to make him pay and then go back to being besties just like before. Is what q!Roier did with q!Quackity after all, he took his revenge and now look at them... besties again.
I think people just don’t realize how q!Roier can’t just actually hate anyone besides The Federation, he forgives easily and still cares about the people who are or were important in his life, they can lie to him, betray him or even stab his grandfather 16 times and yes he will be mad, will probably say that he hates them out of rage or give them his cold shoulder for a while but the thing is that at the end of the day he will forgive because he just wants to be loved, he just wants to believe that he is and will be loved as much as he loves…
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the-villainous-ace · 5 months
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torgawl · 7 months
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since i'm on a wishful rant about endgame jjk
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thepoisonroom · 1 year
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i am being literally so brave for having a big dumb crush and not posting about it every second of the day while i twirl my hair and kick my feet up and giggle. if you even care
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heldenherzchen · 8 months
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i see you there; don't know where you come from. unaware the stare from someone - don't appear to care that i saw you. turn around & you're walking toward me. i'm breaking down & you're breathing slowly. we're coming close & then even closer. we bring it in - but we go no further. we're separate: two ghosts in one mirror - no nearer. you're coming to, but you're slow in waking. you start to shake, you still haven't spoken; what happened? they're coming back & you just dont know when. you want to cry but there's nothing coming. they're gonna push until you give in or say when. it all began with the man and country. every plan turns another century around again; another nation has fallen. maybe god can be on both sides of the gun; never understood why. some of us never get it so good, so good. some of this was here before us - all of this will go after us. it never stops until we give in. — "say when" (the fray)
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neopuppy · 10 days
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never forget that I completed Hot Sauce for YOU guys
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gojonanami · 15 days
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i feel like satoru's skin is soooo goood
oh it absolutely is — and apparently with no products as we learned in that little short audio after one of the episodes 😭😭
but sometimes you would run over his face with his fingers just to see how smooth and soft his skin was. and you’d pout a little at his clear skin before pinching it.
“ow!! sweetheart, why did you—“
“it’s not fair you have such pretty skin and for what?”
“it’s not my fault I’m perfect—ow! ow!!”
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takamikeiigos · 1 year
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You and Hawks on a covert stealth mission together, since both your quirks complement each others almost too well. You feel it. He feels it. It's impossible to ignore-
Then things get dicey; some low level grunts making the rounds and walking around the corner. Hawks reacts instantly, as if he's operating on autopilot- grabbing you by the elbow and pushing you into the closest closet he can find
But his wings are so big and the closet is so small... of course he has no choice but to press you up against the wall. For a brief moment, Hawks is shielding you from any form of harm, while caging you in at the same time
Your first instinct is to bristle up in embarrassment; he's just too. Fucking. Close. But the moment you open your mouth to ask him 'What the hell are you doing!?' he's covering your mouth with one of those gloved palms. He brings his free hand up to his own lips and whispers a hushed 'shhh' as the two grunts meander drunkenly past the closet
Even when they're gone, Hawks' shoulders don't loosen up; he's got a new problem now... he kinda likes the feeling of pushing your body up against a wall, even if it was a little cramped in there
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imagine: me, poking my head around the corner, foaming at the mouth
THIS. IS. MY. SHIT.
teaming up with hawks works so well for both of you. his speed compliments your strength, something he's admitted lacking. but together you make a strong team, knocking out missions thoroughly and quickly. the hspc had no choice but to teak you two up, nobody works together as wee as you two.
if only they knew about the cloying sexual tension that you and hawks are much too stubborn to act on.
you're both bickering with each other over stupid shit, hawks arguing that chicken is the best food ever, hands down (while you have other preferences), when both stop dead in your tracks.
you've been sent to scope out a building before a raid, lurking in the shadows, undetected to the enemy, when you both hear drunken laughter and a pair of unsteady footsteps approaching.
"are these people for real?" you can't help but whisper, and just as you go to poke your head around the corner, hawks grabs you by the waist and drags you backward.
the fucker drags you into a dark, cramped supply closet to hide when you easily could've taken down whatever drunk idiots that were meandering around outside.
the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and your skin prickles with annoyance. he's so close - chest pressed firmly against yours, and his wings, which occupy at least 80% of the space, are tucked around you like a shield while he tilts his head to listen through the door, oblivious to your discomfort.
and just as you're about to pitch a fit, reaching up and grab him by the shoulder, he throws a gloved hand over your lips and stares at you. there's a gleam of light coming through a crack in the door and it reflects off of his eyes, his amber irises much more terrifying in the dark than they are in daylight.
he brings a finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet.
the two idiots outside linger, hooting and hollering in the hallway, just a few feet away from the door, and with each passing second your irritation boils. not so much with the fact that they're out there, but the fact that hawks has you pressed up against the wall of the closet, the hard line of his chest pressed so firmly to yours, and his thigh pushing into the space between your legs.
he rustles slightly, and the friction between your thighs causes you to hiss. he turns his attention away from the door once more and peers at you in question, annoyed that you keep making noise, only to look down and see the problem for himself.
the cheeky bastard just looks back up at you with a smirk.
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a few weeks later, you're teamed up again, this time fighting some assholes who are having a little too much fun setting explosions off in the downtown area.
you've managed to subdue one of the villains while hawks flies overhead, preoccupied with evacuating a damaged apartment building.
you tune into your comms as you slap a set of handcuffs over the villain's wrists, unheeding to the absolute hissy-fit the assailant is throwing below you.
"let me know when you get that building cleared. first guy is about to get shipped off, the other one's hiding out somewhere nearby,"
the comm crackles before hawks' voice comes through, much too chipper for your liking this early in the morning.
"maybe your imposing demeanor scared him off. you aren't exactly a morning person, chickadee," he teases, and you swear you can see the playful smirk he's sporting.
you yank the villain to his feet and push him forward toward the swat team that's on standby, once again ignoring his protests.
"not everyone has the energy to spew sunshine and rainbows out of their assholes at 8 o'clock in the morning, hawks."
he laughs brightly over the comms, "yeah, yeah. almost done, here."
you ditch the first villain with the swat team and turn around, heading back in the direction you came from, when a line of consecutive explosions rapidly go off to your right, heading straight for you. you brace yourself for the worst, but suddenly you're flying through the air before colliding with a wall and landing on the ground.
the impact knocks the wind out of you and you cough, caught in a daze as smoke hazes around you. and when you blink through the confusion you realize there's a weight on top of you, pinning you to the ground.
hawks is crouched above you, leaning in low, with his wings spread out in what you guess is either a protective or predatorial stance. he leans back just enough to get a good look at you, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"we've gotta stop meeting like this," he muses; entertained.
you shove at his shoulder and he laughs. "you say that, hawks, but i'm beginning to think you like pinning me up against things."
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a month later you aren't actually teamed up on a mission, but attending a ceremony for newly recruited heroes. you stick by each other's sides, set to be a prime example of how hero-duos are supposed to work together - basically eye-candy for the commission to gain clout.
you will admit, you've had a few drinks to take the edge off, and hawks had resorted to being your babysitter this time around.
the speeches are over with and it's social hour, the new recruits making their rounds with their agencies; seasoned pro-heros glad to finally have a moment of free time on their hands.
you finish your glass of champagne and sigh, staring off into the crowd.
"don't get me wrong, i like working with you. but why do we have to be bait for the commission's schemes?" you mutter, tugging at the shoulder of your tailored dress.
hawks reaches forward and takes your empty glass, setting it down on the table you're standing next to.
"probably because we look good together," he inclines, brushing your hand from your shoulder and adjusting the strap of your dress for you. he smooths the fabric down beneath his fingers and moves to adjust the other strap, doing the same until it lays even against your skin.
you cast your gaze to the side, avoiding him, as your cheeks flush.
"not our fault we're good looking.." you mumble.
you've definitely piqued his curiosity, and damn you for letting the alcohol talk.
"you think i'm good looking, huh?" he taunts, leaning in to catch your gaze. you roll your eyes and shove at his shoulder.
"i mean, you've pinned me up against so many surfaces that i've gotten a close enough look. i don't think my eyes would deceive me, hawks."
he laughs. "i'm glad it finally paid off, then. shall we show them what two, deliciously good looking people are capable of on the dancefloor?"
"watch it. you're biting off more than you can chew, pretty bird."
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berlinini · 5 months
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I better see Louis on the cover of Rolling Stone UK in the next 12 months and positive write ups about his professional projects whenever he does something otherwise 🔪🔪🔪
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