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ssinboo · 6 months

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Couture Kisses

summary: You've been in love with your best friend, Kim Seungmin since forever!

in reply to this lovely ask!

pairing: Fashion student!Kim Seungmin x Fashion student!F!Reader

word count: 4k (25~ minute read)

warnings: weight insecurities and mentions of body image issues that aren't resolved, author has very limited knowledge of fashion, making out, oral (f rec.), unprotected sex

a/n: This ask has been marinating in my inbox since june ... OTL I apologise it takes me absolutely forever to write TT I couldn't bring myself to write him as exactly asked, so this is very vanilla!

An entire collection by the end of winter.

That’s your final project for fashion school.

Needless to say, you were panicking, hard.

Not that you didn’t have plenty of sketches to pick and choose from, but it being your final assignment it had to be special. Twelve pieces, all able to stand on their own and at least one that you would model on your own and steal the show.

Even though you tried to shimmy your way from the spotlight and just stand backstage, your professor was very insistent on you modelling at least one of your pieces.

You absolutely dreaded the stage and the attention.

Shy by nature, is how you were described by those close to you. And growing up larger than everyone around you took a toll on your self-esteem.

Your sister was more than up for the modelling, she loved you and of course, loved all your work. Always your number 2 supporter.

Who was number 1? Oh, well, none other than Mr. Kim Seungmin.

Unfairly handsome, Seungmin stood at a gorgeous 178cm with jet black hair and flowy bangs dyed a platinum blond. He had the most gorgeous almond eyes, which would adorably cross anytime he was a bit too tired. His nose was button shaped and a deep bridge that only accentuated his gorgeous eyes and the faintest little bump along its length. And his lips, gosh, his lips, you could go on and on about his perfectly shaped cupid’s bow or his exquisitely plump lower lip. (which only made his lip ring phase harder on your mental sanity).

Not that you had a crush on your best friend or anything, of course not!

On other news, Seungmin was a lot less worried about this final assignment, given that you actually agree to his maniacal request: model for his collection. All because you had asked him to model yours.

There were models available, of course, but you could also bring your own and being able to take multiple measures, and do as many fittings as you wished helped ease your anxiety.

“Come on, don’t be such a meanie!” You whine as he once again insists on this deranged idea.

“It’s only fair, we model for each other. Also, I introduced you to my friends so you could use them as your guinea pigs, you owe me one.”

“That’s… different,” You shrug. You were grateful for his friends’ willingness to help and the sheer quantity of them was a perk. But you would not get up on that runaway, no way!

“No, it’s not.”

“You know it is! You’re gorgeous… And I–”

“You what?” He interrupts with a thorny rasp.

You jump at his sudden jab, suddenly self-conscious about your self-consciousness.

“You know… I’m gonna make your clothes look ugly.”

Seungmin runs his tongue along his metal-clad teeth and slaps his hand over the cafeteria table.

“You’re gonna walk for me or I won’t do it for you. Don’t think of contacting me until you’re ready to give me the ultimatum.”

Harsh, yes. But he cared about you, more than he cared about anyone or anything, ever. You were the most gorgeous, caring, funny, intelligent, charismatic and talented person and his eyes. And everytime you put yourself down, it took every inch of restraint in his body to not grab your shoulders and yell just how much he loved you.

Although, he regretted his words as soon as they left his lips. As soon as the anger subsided, he was ready to call you and take it all back. But you came running to your shared apartment, ready to apologise and agree.

He was your bestest friend in the whole universe, you would do anything for Kim Seungmin. And it was about time you started doing it.

And all was forgotten by the time sketchbooks were splattered across the dining table and you exchanged ideas back and forth over chinese takeout.

You were crazy about holidays and especially valentine’s day. It was only fair for your final assignment to reflect that. You had plenty of lovely sketches that were fitting for your early february deadline. But you racked your brain over the clothes that would fit Seungmin.

Just what could possibly do his indescribable beauty justice? Any of your designs felt unbecoming of him.

It’s when you’re splayed out on your sofa during your weekly movie night, watching Pride & Prejudice for the thousandth time over, that you get an idea.

An idea so great you’re jumping and throwing the blanket over your half-asleep best friend.

Seungmin, the poor fella, thinks something might’ve happened. So he waddles into your bedroom, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

You’re scrambling around for paper and pencils.

“What’s up?” He asks, voice drenched in sleep. Had you not been entranced by your sudden burst of imagination, you certainly would’ve melted at just how adorable he looked.

“I’ve got your outfit,” is all the context you give him.

“What?” He leans against the doorframe, fighting against his sleepy eyelids.

“Mr. Darcy! How could I have not thought of it before! It was right underneath my nose!” You’re gesturing and your thoughts run all over the place, but you’ve got the brightest smile across your lips.

And he stands there, watching you try and bring your vision to life, mumbles and grumbles coming out every now and then. Though his love-stricken smile is invisible to you.

Fabric shopping was always fun, especially when your best-friend tagged along. Seungmin had been keeping his inspiration a secret so far, despite your attempts, he was good at being quiet when he wished so.

You looked at different textures and colours all day, leaving behind a good chunk of your savings at the chain store. But all for a good cause.

There was plenty of cheaper fabric for mockups at home, so that’s where you started out. Since you didn’t want to bother Seungmin, his fit should be the last one – also, part of you was terrified of his look and how intricate it would be.

You were still in the warm-toned shades of autumn by the time you had your collection ready for next february.

All you needed were his measurements to get started on your Mr Darcy modern valentine’s day sort of look. It sounded strange to say out-loud, but the sketches looked great.

Seungmin comes out of his room in a tight tank-top and loose boxer shorts and you gulp, tightening your fingers around your measuring tape, this would be the longest day of your life.

Here he stands, in the middle of your room, surrounded by the fabrics you insisted he picked, with his arms stretched out and his chest available to you.

Starting off easy, you run the tape from his shoulder to his wrists, fingernails lightly grazing his bare skin. His eyes don’t leave yours for a single second, especially when you’re standing so absurdly close.

And when you have to basically almost wrap your arms around his chest to reach behind for the tape, he feels the odd urge to hug you and not let go.

You hugged often, of course, you did. You were best friends.

However, standing in your strawberry lotion scented bedroom in summer pjs, feeling weirdly warm for the current temperature outside, Seungmin feels his skin burn every time your fingers meet his body.

Seungmin is so beautifully proportionate, you think. Studying his slender arms and long legs, his torso, just perfectly built. In every way, he was destined to be the main character of a timeless romance.

This is way past your normal antics of going all obsessed with the bodies that would fit your designs. Thinking about making the outfit Seungmin would wear for all to see.

It’s like he would carry a piece of you.

You’re chewing at your lower lip, revising all numbers and doing the maths in your head to gauge out how much of each fabric you’ve got left and how much you’ll need.

“You got it?” He asks, startling you away from your thoughts.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Great. Your turn now,” He smiles, stretching out his hand for your sparkly, strawberry-scented pen and notepad.

So came the dreaded day he would take your measurements.

You haven’t done your own sizing in over a year now, an irrational fear of the tape finds you each time you think about it.

And part of you is totally ready to call the whole thing off and just beg Seungmin to please find someone else.

But he gives you no window of space to talk, pushing you to stand in the middle of the room and pulling your arms in the right position.

And you feel extremely exposed.

You’re so entangled in your spiral of self-hatred, you completely miss the sweat that threatens to pool at his forehead, or how often he’s gulped in the past five minutes.

Though he constantly craved close proximity to you, this time might be enough to kill him.

Your chest has always been the bane of his existence. Squishy, soft skin always pressing up against body whenever you hugged him happily, practically pouring out of any piece of clothing with a tighter fit. Rubbing around his arm when you’re walking hand-in-hand at the shopping centre.

And he feels horrid for being such a pervert, he does.

You’re his loving, kind, best-friend and he’s always ogling your body with his dirty male mind.

God, your waist. Abundant flesh folded over in adorable rolls, so perfectly shaped for his hands and his hands only. He imagined himself grabbing handfuls of your ass, running his hands all over your hips and waist.

Your thighs, so full and creamy; in particular when you wear the one summer dress your sister gave you on your last birthday. That dress drives him absolutely crazy. Floral linen with a wrap-around layered cut that leaves his mind running around thoughts of undoing those flimsy ties and finding that gorgeous body you’re so intent on hiding.

“Minnie?” You ask, a bucket of hot water over his flames.

Your voice is so soft, dripping in affection as always.

“Have you got it?”

He gulps, immediately shying away from your body lest he be corrupted by any evil thoughts.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Are you alright?”

Seungmin nods.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” You scratch at your nape, eyes avoiding his.

“Wha- What?”

“My measurements,” You shrug.

“No– No. Absolutely not, you’re fine, you’re perfect. It’s just– I’ve been rethinking my collection lately– Nothing to do with you,” He loses track of his words, rambling on and on while your love-stricken heart hangs hopelessly onto the word ‘perfect’.

“Well,” You fidget with the hem of your pyjama shirt, eyes slowly prodding at his reaction, “Anything I can help with?”

Seungmin finally smiles and your heart blooms in warmth, “Not yet, but there will be.”

And so on, your days are consumed with the mindless routine of class and working on your project.

Work went great with Seungmin’s friends, they were all so friendly and outgoing, you felt right at home. And everything looked perfect. Just missing one final look.

Though Seungmin was more than willing to do as many fittings as you’d like, you both scheduled a double try-on day. Which would also be the first time you’d see his design.

You keep fidgeting with your fingers, anxiety gnawing at your brain with every passing second. He’d locked himself in his room for ‘last-minute corrections’ and you were almost going crazy.

An hour later, Seungmin finally emerges from his room, a plastic cover draped over his design, keeping you from peeking.

“So?!” You inquire, he keeps avoiding your eyes, for some reason.

“I’m ready,” He nods and so do you.

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser goes first?” You ask.

“Please,” he nods fervently and you smile nervously.

So you stand before him.

He calls it out. Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot.

You put out Scissors.

And he put out Rock.

You go first.

Shit.

Seungmin seems all too relieved, still psyching himself up to show his design.

You pull your creation from the plastic covering and hand it to him. A creamy white button-up with flowy sleeves, a velvet crimson coat with embroidered details following its length and black leather trousers in a high-waisted cut.

“Good luck, I guess,” You joke and he laughs.

“No need for it. It’s gonna be the best,"he says.

Though when he finds himself changing into the set in the privacy of his bedroom, Seungmin is astonished, admiring every single detail you’ve poured into it. His fingers caress the handmade lacy collar, feeling the hours spent in every thread and stitch.

And it fits his body perfectly; white linen drapes across his chest, hugging his pecs but flowing down freely down his torso.

“You ready?” He calls out and you gnaw at your fingers in anxiety.

“Yeah.”

Seungmin pads through the hallway, eyes scanning the living room until they meet yours. You smile, eyes glistening in adoration, taking in this moment as if it would end too soon.

“Wow.”

He smiles, “I know, it’s amazing… You’re amazing.”

“No– It’s– You look so… Handsome,” It wasn’t uncommon for you to compliment each other, but this once felt too intimate.

Seungmin blushes, scratching at his neck.

“So… My turn, I guess?”

“Oh, yeah,” Oh, how you dreaded this moment, not that you doubted his abilities but with your luck, you’d ruin his hard work with your subpar looks.

Seungmin hands you an opaque plastic cover, he notices your hesitation, but gives up on saying anything lest you actually give up.

He plops onto the sofa as you leave for your room, chewing on his own lips. He hoped this dress could convey everything he felt for you, even if a little bit.

It takes you excruciating 5 minutes to finally come back into the living room.

Seungmin stands up, letting the cushion he’d held fall to the ground and match his jaw.

His work, – an asymmetrical white dress with a poofy skirt and a translucent layer of tulle decorated with snowflake shaped beads over its length – hugs your body perfectly.

You look absolutely ethereal standing before him with a shy smile, wearing the clothes he made with his own hands, every stitch done with thoughts of you.

“You’re breathtaking,”

You laugh quietly, “The dress is doing most of the work. It’s beautiful, Minnie, I don’t have any words–”

“No– You’re… Gorgeous.”

He’s serious, dead serious.

And you’re stuck in a staring contest, standing five feet apart in your living room, time comes to a standstill.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wouldn't– Not to you.”

You study his expression, searching for any, absolutely any sign of jest, but he’s serious. He truly thinks you’re… pretty?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yes,” Seungmin takes a step forward, “The prettiest.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever…”

You want to believe his words, Gosh, you do. But it’s hard, it’s hard to believe anyone would look at you and think anything even remotely positive.

“Minnie– Seungmin, please,” You breathe out, “Please, tell me you’re not joking about this– I won’t forgive you.”

“Every day and night I think of you and I can’t take my mind off how you manage to steal my breath away every damn time.”

Your heart skips a beat or ten; he steps forward and you wish to close the space between you for once but your body doesn’t move.

You can’t take this, not if he isn’t serious, no. You would never recover from something like this.

“Say something, please,” He pleads.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Seungmin freezes.

And you curse at yourself, there, you’ve done it now. You’ve gone ahead and ruined everything.

But he lets out a sigh of relief and his hands find your jaw, pulling you toward his body at once.

Your fingers run up the soft fabric, gripping at the freshly overlocked edges, his pale skin teasingly on display through a tiny heart-shaped window which would later be adorned with blood-red rhinestones, though some had already been placed.

And your breath gets caught on your throat, threatened with the lull of proximity and his minty breath fanning on your lips. Nails digging into the velvet fabric of the overcoat, your eyes are stuck to his enticing chest.

He smells of baby powder, chalk, and of the blueberry-scented shampoo you bought on sale last month. And you let his perfume lure your stupid heart into an erratic rhythm. Let the heat of his body find your own, setting your cheeks on fire.

When your lips meet his, it’s as if a current runs through your bloodstream, awakening every cell and fibre in your body to the taste of the man you love.

“I’ve waited for this for forever, it seems–” He whispers against your kiss-reddened lips.

His fingers are tangled in your hair and his lips crash against yours once again. He’s forceful, desperate. All-consuming and ravenous.

You can only melt into his touch and seep into his body, hoping to become one and never be apart ever again. Oh no, you couldn’t stand another day away from his gorgeous lips now you’ve had a taste.

You wrap your arms around his neck and let him guide you, taking the smallest of steps back until your legs meet the sofa and you both fall down with a loud ‘poof’.

His hands cup your cheeks, tongue ravishing your mouth with relentless want, he drinks every moan and sigh before it even makes it past your lips. You’ve barely made out for five minutes and you can feel the volume of his hard-on poking at your hip bone.

Oh, it’s an incomparable rush of dopamine to affect someone so much.

Seungmin kisses at your lips, cheeks and jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin until he leaves behind his mark; his claim on you. His teeth graze along your skin, erupting goosebumps over its path.

“Don’t– Don’t want to ruin your dress–” You sigh, willing yourself to push him away.

He smiles against your collarbones.

“Wanna take it off, then?”

An indescribable heat flushes your body.

“Seungmin!!!” You yell.

“What? Take it off…” His hand reaches for the hem of the dress, toying with the soft tulle.

“No-!”

“Let me see your body, hm?” He hums, puppy-eyed and all.

“It’s–” You look away. You could barely fathom the idea of standing naked before anyone let alone the guy you’ve loved for ages.

Seungmin licks his lips, “Look, I’ve– I’ve been dreaming of this– You, under me…” His fingers ghost against your bare thigh. “I– I… You have no idea what you do to me, now, do you?”

You shake your head.

He reaches for your hand and then places it above the leather-clad bulge that rages in his trousers. As soon as your hand barely grazes the fabric, Seungmin gulps.

You’re overtaken with a desire to pleasure him.

You’re rid of the dress, – even with your pleas to treasure it, Seungmin throws it aside, eager to feel you bare.

You attempt to cover your modesty, but he solves that issue by pinning your hands atop your head. As he truly sees your body for the first time, you watch his eyes glisten in true adoration, a dark hint of lust behind them. Your skin burns hot under his attention.

“You’ll be the death of me, y’know…” He jokes, but there’s a hint of truth, his heart pounds against his ribcage.

He peppers kisses along your chest, tongue licking at your skin, watching you squirm and sigh at his every touch, how your nipples stand hardened and kiss-bitten. Trailing down your stomach, he makes sure to nip at the abundant flesh, to marvel at how plump and absolutely perfect you are.

Oh, and he mumbles at every move just how ethereal you are.

His lips graze your inner thighs, licking at your skin but not where you need him the most. Every time he breathes against your aching pussy, you practically jump.

Though he planned to tease you endlessly, Seungmin can barely hold back his wish to do nothing but lose himself between your gorgeous thighs.

He licks a long, torturous strip along your core.

You squeal.

But despite your squealing and squirming, Seungmin’s got a strong grip on your hips and he is making sure your pussy is all his for the tasting. And he finds it, he might be the one most affected, after all.

You taste absolutely divine, liquid euphoria flowing through his lips and eager tongue. He eats you out like the world is ending; as if this is all a dream and he will wake up alone and hot in his bedroom.

And you moan his name with each syllable sounding more tempting than the last.

Only once you come on his tongue, does he rest; but not for long, no.

If it were up to him, he would get a couple orgasms out of you, lay in between your legs for hours.

Seungmin leans back on his knees, admiring just how absolutely fucked-out you look with messy hair and heaving chest. And you look up at him with glossy, swollen lips and teary eyes. He can’t resist you, after all.

He kisses you again and again, fingers fidgeting with his trousers; Goddammit, why didn’t you put a zipper in this finger? Historical accuracy be damned when you want to fuck someone!

After his trousers are off, you urge him to lose the shirt as well and he complies. Seungmin is gorgeous; milky, unblemished skin with a slender build.

“Look at you, so perfect– So eager– Just for me–” He breathes out, tip teasingly rubbing along your dripping core.

You mewl, hands reaching out for him.

“Come on, baby, tell me– Tell me what you want.”

“I– I want you… I want you to fuck me.”

He curses a thousand bad words under his breath.

When he finally slips it in, his fingers dig into your love handles, leaving behind tiny crescent moon shaped marks. You arch into him and he holds you firmly, arms wrapped around your body.

He manoeuvres your legs over his thighs for a better angle and you feel him reach the deepest parts of your body. And you sigh, letting yourself feel full, stretched beyond bliss.

It’s only when he notices with a devilish smirk how you’ve started to grind against his hips that he starts to move.

You are bathed in pleasure and lust.

His hands run up and down your leg, worshipping your thighs and your stomach that jiggles with every powerful thrust of his hips. Oh, and your tits, how hypnotic is it that they bounce up and down?

You moan his name over and over, mind hazy with pleasure and he lavishes in that feeling. Of rendering you cockdrunk, providing you with inconceivable bliss.

Seungmin pounds into you relentlessly, skin slapping sounds an obscene symphony that fills your ears, only accompanied by the breathy moans; Oh, the sweetest of sounds were the way he sang your name.

You clench around him, greedy and lovestruck.

“Minnie– I’m gonna–”

“Shit– Come on, baby. Let go–” He groans out, hand reaching to rub your clit.

Your second orgasm crashes into your body with an unstoppable explosion. You squirm and Seungmin leans forward to capture your lips in kiss, to drink your most euphoric moans.

Hands wrapped around his back, you pull him flush to your heaving chest, letting the pleasure find your fuzzy brain.

When he finally reaches his own climax, he pulls out, painting your skin with translucent ropes of white. Draping over your stomach pale strings of his seed, a claim.

You’re smiling when his eyes meet yours and he is filled with immense relief; That’s you’re happy and well.

He lays by your side, pulling you on top of him with a smile that mirrors yours.

You lay on his chest, drawing figure eights along his soft skin to the stable sound of his heartbeat. Your own heart is draped in joy beyond comprehension.

“I think the clothes look great,” Seungmin jokes.

You laugh. “Yeah, I think they do.”

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 2 months

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Hii i just saw an anon requested a Jean short fic where the reader smothers his face with kisses. If it's okay w you, can i request smtg like that but this time it's fully fluff? Where Jean's just chilling on the couch or smtg & his girl comes up and randomly covers all over his face with kisses, tryna see whether the lipstick is 'transferproof' & casually walking away nonchalantly lmao. SO SORRY IF UR SICK OF DOING THE SAME REQUEST BUT I LOVE YOUR PAGE SM TT

summary: life with jean is easy. infact, it’s too easy. so, you commit yourself to finding the perfect way to mess with his day, for better or for worse.

cw: just fluff :’) short n sweet

a/n: sorry this took forever i’m the worst but ty for ur ask!!

jean, oblivious and drawn into some movie playing on the television, sits on a couch he had helped move out of your apartment when you two were ready to live together. he’s tucked into the corner, his arm supporting his head as he leans onto the arm rest. eyebrows knitted in a deep concentration, you were far from the front of his mind as he picks apart the film.

you had done some online shopping the past few days. well, jean would call it ‘splurging.’ it was hard refusing some of the sales going on, so you did get a bit of everything. earlier today, a few packages arrived, one encasing a new lipstick you’d heard good reviews about. everybody was raving about it and how it’d stay on even after a rough night out.

as you flip the tube around in your hands, you know there’s only one way to test it out, to see if what all the girls online were saying was true. you head to the bathroom where traces of your boyfriends cologne lingers. you apply an even layer of red to your lips. you rub them together and clean up any unwanted lines with a finger.

peaking your head into the living room, you can see he hasn’t moved an inch. he can’t even sense your presence at the moment, creating the ideal situation for your plans. you tiptoe quietly across the room as you pray the floorboards don’t creak. and luckily, they don’t.

you come around the side of him. his eyes are glued ahead. as you creep into his field of vision, he turns his head slightly. quickly, you grab ahold of his face, pressing your pointer on his right cheek and your thumb on his left. he doesn’t react as you press your lips over and over all along his face, from his temples to his sharp jawline where bits of stubble lie.

slightly out of breath, you pull away. red lip marks are scattered along his gorgeous face, bright in color. they contrast against his hazel eyes. you smile, looking at your painted boyfriend as he looks at you, one eyebrow raised in confusion- but not annoyed.

“hmm. guess they were lying.” you shrug your shoulders and turn on your heels, starting back towards the bathroom.

“baby?” he questions from his seat. you don’t say anything back, prompting a “baby? what are you talking about?” and a few muted footsteps in your direction.

go check out my jean fic !

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Imagine You’re Sleeping in the Same Bed with Sanji & He’s Trynna Jack Off Next to You & Hearing it (NSFW)

A/N: Yeah I’m not good w titles n I don’t feel like finishing any of my drafts/request rn. Also this was inspired by an audio I heard on TT.

Black Fem Reader in Mind

You and Sanji are so close.

Probably too close for most people, but you couldn’t care less that was your homeboy.

Sanji was the mf homie to you.

Sanji was your best friend.

Sanji was your ride or die

You loved Sanji.

And he felt the exact same feelings but 10x over because you were a beautiful woman.

He loved the attention you gave him and he swears up and down you are his even though neither of you has gone as far as him kissing your hand and you kissing his cheek.

You were very close with him as well.

So close in fact you both started sleeping in the same bed.

It only started because you had a nightmare and you went into the kitchen to drink some water but found Sanji in there instead and invited him to sleep with you.

He passed out a few times from shock but 2 months later and now it’s a new expectation to feel his body beside you at night. You loved it it was so fun to have your best friend sleep with you. If you wasn’t already sleep by the time he came in he’d bring snacks and drinks and you’d both have like a constant mini sleepover!

Sanji, However started to get restless.

Not in a bad way of course. He was able to be blessed to sleep beside a sweet, soft, and gorgeous woman every night that smelled oh so nice and had a cuddly personality to fit because you loved to hold on to something most nights and that something was Sanji’s chest.

Unfortunately for Sanji it was all platonic still between you both but he really had no complaints.

He was in Heaven, nothing could ruin this—

Except his own Dick and your new sleepwear.

It wasn’t a surprise to you Sanji gets morning wood, you woken to the small rubs and poke at your thigh or bottom early in the morning. You never confronted him about it because you didn’t want him to feel awkward or embarrassed about it. It was natural and something he couldn’t help, however now since the days are longer and hotter since it’s summer you no longer cuddle with Sanji but instead you sleep in nothing, but an unbuttoned over sized shirt.

Emphasis on nothing.

You didn’t really think to ask if Sanji was okay with you being mostly nude to sleep and he didn’t say anything but he sure as hell did notice. It started to become harder for him to sleep beside you. Your pretty smooth legs fresh out the shower slightly spread apart as you sleep on your tummy, your big shirt just barely covering your lower lady parts. It was just too hot to sleep under a blanket.

You were such a tease.

“Shit.” Sanji whispered palming his hard on. Once again. He was used to having it in the morning but when he glanced over at your exhausted and warm body beside him at arms reach tossing a little noticing the jiggle of the fabric under your body he bites his lip, but quickly shakes his head mentally cursing himself that he allows such naughty thoughts to creep in his mind about you.

You were his best friend.

He really didn’t feel like getting up to take care of himself and he could have just ignored it. He could have, but you must have been having some kind of wild dream from the way you kept shifting on your side sighing and moaning softly.

It was tempting, all was needed was one more wild movement from you and your whole bottom would be exposed to his viewing. But you didn’t move any longer, you managed to find a comfortable position and your furrowed eyebrows relaxed as you did as well.

Sanji However got frustrated, he groaned lightly rubbing his cock through his shorts not facing you, maybe if he were to be really quiet he could finish himself off and just go straight to sleep? Surely you wouldn’t notice?

He spit on his palm, looking over his shoulder a moment to see your back facing him and you sleeping peacefully, he reached his hand down to slowly stroke his got with a firm grip grazing his thumb over his sensitive head.

Closing his eyes to think of a scenario to get off to since he could get his magazines he couldn’t think about anything but you.

You what you sound like, what you look like, what you feel like,

It was all innocent thoughts but he needed to cum faster before he got caught so he got lewder.

He thought about the noises you’d make cumming from his tongue alone, he thought about your beautiful skin slapping against his if he picked you up and fucked you on the wall, he thought about how cute your facial expressions would be laying under him, kissing him,-

“Fuck.”

His mind went rapid thinking of his best friend beside him. Sanji stopped being so subtle in his strokes being so loss in the thought of you he didn’t even care to notice you slowly waking up.

You stirred a little, you were a pretty light sleeper, it sort of developed when you decided to become a Strawhat and your Captain was a damn menace to society and the marines so you always had to stay on your toes, but nothing could have prepared you from the pretty sounds you were from behind you.

The bed was shifting a little on the opposite site on you, you turned to see Sanji’s bare back slightly curled. It was relatively dark and you just woke up so your eyes had to adjust but if you were a betting woman you’d bet that he was clearly doing something he had no business doing.

But you quickly turned back around. A normal person would have just asked what was he doing, but you knew and you didn’t want to stop him for the simple fact his strained moans sounded so damn hot.

You already thought his voice was attractive, but to pair it with such pretty whines and cries you felt your thighs rub a little. You tried just going back to sleep and letting him handle himself, kind of wondering why he didn’t want to do it in the bathroom, but he sounded so cute!

And attractive

And more importantly it was turning you on.

The small sounds of his fist stroking his shaft wasn’t left unheard either and it began to get louder the longer you laid there.

Curses and moans slipped through Sanji’s mouth, he sounded like he was close, very close, and so you mentally said “fuck it” and turned over to sit up.

“Whatcha doin.”

A choked out groan came out of Sanji’s throat, he felt his cheat cave in and tried throwing the entire blanket over his body to hide himself but you were too fast and hovered over his body.

“N-nothing I—“

“Shut up I know you’re playing with yourself.”

His face turned so red and hot, he should have been more quiet, this was such a bad idea! He just wanted to run out of your room totally expecting you to never want to talk to him again for almost defiling your clean sheets on her bed, but instead you wasn’t. You just smiled and turned him on his back.

“Wha—what are you doing?!” Sanji’s hands we’re trying to hard to cover his cock, you barely could see it but you knew it was big so you bit your lip a little.

“Let me see…can I see?“

“I…I um…” He was so flustered, his eyes were shining so innocently at you after getting caught and you slowly pulled his hands away from his crotch and seen his Dick still semi-hard laying on his lower abdomen. Sanji noticed the hungry tired look in your eyes and gulped harshly. He stared at your partially exposed body and groaned to himself. Your pussy was practically hovering over his cock and he couldn’t tear his eyes away at it.

“Want me to help you out?”

“Yes please.” He spoke without hesitation and much need in his shaky voice. You giggled, why not help your best friend out?

“Wanna Kiss First.” You murmured climbing up to him and pecked his lips. He was too shocked to kiss back but once it registered he firmly pressed his mouth agains yours moaning at how soft you felt and how good you smelled.

Your hand slipped down and stroked his hot, wet cock with his saliva and pre cum mixed and Sanji immediately began to buck into your hand as he kissed you.

“Y/N….please…”

“Please What Sanji?” You teased slightly pumping him, “What do you want me to do.”

“I…”

“I….”

“I want you to fuck me, please.”

You cupped his cheek with one hand squeezing it looking into his low lidded eyes as he was a panting mess under your touch.

“Of course I will…I don’t mind helping my best friend.”

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 7 months

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Imagine taking UTA and Luffy trick or treating with Shanks

Shanks: thanks for doing this, I know you probably had other plans for tonight.

You: *a friend of Makino's who volunteered to take Luffy for the night* It's really no problem, my plans changed when my friend got sick and had to cancel her party, so figured I take Luffy for the night, so both he and Makino could have fun.

Shanks: A party? Is that why you're in costume? Well, Uta'll be pleased, she was very insistent about all of us dressing up for her first time trick or treating.

You: Oh it's her first time?

Shanks: yeah it's something that's only practiced here in the East Blue

Luffy: Hurry up you two, people are starting to go already.

Uta: Yeah! If you take too much longer there isn't gonna be any candy left!

Shanks: Yes, yes, we're coming.... I like your costume by the way, it suits you.

Uta: ( TT n TT) What about my costume?

Shanks: Yours is gorgeous my sweet.

You: *nods your head* I can tell you put in a lot of work into it.

Uta: whatever, I have candy to collect. *runs off *

An hour later

Uta: *notices the way Shanks is looking at you*

Luffy: *runs to you and jumps into your arms* Look! Look! That house was passing out full sized candy bars!

You: oh wow, never seen that in this neighborhood before.

Uta and Shanks: *come over from playing a game at a neighboring house*

Shanks: what's going on?

Luffy: Uta, this house is giving away full sized candy bars. Jumps down*

Uta: EHH! No way! I want one! *pulls Luffy towards the door and rings the bell.*

Old lady: *answers the door*

Uta and Luffy: Trick or treat!

Old lady: *looks between Uta and Luffy, before glancing up at you and Shanks* Oh my, how scary! Who do we have here?

Luffy: I'm a pirate

Uta: and I'm a pop star. *Throws up a peace sign and winks*

Old Lady: I can see, you're very sparkly, dear. *let's Uta pick out a full sized candy bar from a selection* Now I believe I already gave you candy bar.

Luffy: *grins and nods* he he, yeah, thanks, I just came to bring her. You've already paid the toll.

Shanks: *wraps his arm over your shoulders and sighs*

Old lady: *catches the red head out of the corner of her eye and hands Luffy two more candy bars* Why don't you take these to your lovely parents. *Gestures towards you and Shanks*

Uta and Luffy: *look over at you two*

Uta: That's my dad! Keep your hands to yourself!

Luffy: but he's the one touching them?

Uta: and you're not my brother *shoves Luffy and marches over to you*, and you're a stranger.

Shanks: *mutters* Hopefully not for long.

Uta: What was that!

Shanks: I mean, I know we've only met a few times, but I want to get to know you.

You: really?

Uta: What!

Shanks: yeah, *ignoring his child* if that's okay.

You: okay, sure.

Uta: This is not happening!

Luffy: what's the big deal, it's not like they'll be setting sail with you... wait! If they get to go, take me too!

Uta: *throws the first punch* You're not coming either.

Luffy: You wanna go, fine, winner gets to go with Shanks, loser gets to stay here with my Grandpa. *Dodges Uta's fist and throws a punch of his own*

Shanks: Uta, knock it off!

Uta: More like, knock him out, cause that's what I'm gonna do. *gut punches Luffy

You: Luffy, you don't hit girls.

Luffy: no, you don't hit people weaker than you, which makes her free game, because she's older and bigger, and she knows how to defend herself.

You: does she?

Shanks: yeah, I wanted to make sure she could stand up for herself, and others *Pulls them apart and has to wrestle back Luffy.* Stop moving, ya damn brat!

Luffy: Never! *Flails harder*

Uta: *knows better than to fight Shanks on this and sulks beside you,* He would never choose you over me.

You: I promise I would never ask him to choose me over you. Okay? *Holds out your pinky*

Uta: *hooks your pinky in hers* I'll hold you to that while making no promises of my own.

You: I want you to get to know me as well, for Luffy, you're an important friend of his. So that makes you important to me too.

Uta: Fine, I guess I'll be doing you a big favor, because I'm gonna be famous one day. I'm gonna become the best singer in the world.

You: Well I guess I'll have to get tickets to your concert when it comes to this island.

Uta: You'd come see me perform!

You: I'd love to hear you sing, you could even pick the song.

Uta: I'm performing at Makino's bar tomorrow night at three, don't be late. Oh, and ticket cost a candy bar.

You: Yes, you make have my bar, and I'll be there a two thirty, and you can tell me the tales of the adventures of Uta and Luffy.

Uta: *points* HA! They agree with me, Luffy!

Luffy: Wait what?

Uta: They agree with me that "Uta and Luffy" is a much better than "Luffy and Uta."

Luffy: What! (Y/n), you're my friend, you're not supposed to agree with her!

Shanks: Sorry kid, "Uta and Luffy" flows better.

Luffy: I'd suddenly rather be home with Makino.

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dean-a-mean-tae · 4 months

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Of The Tunnel | Stray Kids Extra Member

WARNINGS: Mention of self-harm, mention of sl!tt!ng, racism, discrimination, dissociation, JYP, I think that's it.

Nicholas Ross Master List | Requested: Yes | Light At The End Part 1

You don't realize how much you need someone until they're gone. Things were different. He started washing and brushing his hair consistently. He stopped the old hair care routine, and he's been getting it straightened more often. His hair stylist stopped complaining. She even congratulated him.

"Finally fixed your hair," The woman laughed as she brushed through Nicholas' hair. It didn't hurt. It felt nice. The brush glided through his hair, only snagging on looped strings of hair. "See how easy I can brush it now?"

He hadn't heard anyone talking about him. People still commented about his skin, but he couldn't do anything about it. Eventually, he'll have to cut his hair. His hair is too long for a man. His stylist said so.

"Why are you so quiet?"

He did it again. Nicholas has been spacing out a lot recently. He thinks the boys are starting to get suspicious. He'll have to be more careful.

But it was too late.

"I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair straightened. Has it always been this long?" Chan asked, watching Nicholas lean forward to brush his hair into a messy bun. Nicholas was quiet as he sat up, rubbing his back to relieve the ache.

The boys noticed something wrong as soon as it started. Things were different. There was no running through hallways or jumping on one of the members. No one burst into the bathroom while they were showering to talk to them.

Their clothes were returned to them with no note or anything. But they all knew who gave them back. His door was always locked now. None of the members could sneak into his room and steal his body heat during the night.

They can see him, and he can hear them, but Nicholas isn't with them.

"Where's your mind, Nick?" Hyunjin whispered, sitting next to Nicholas on the couch. He looked strange with straightened hair. They all were used to Nicholas' gorgeous curls framing his face. Now, he had a long ponytail of damaged hair.

"Your hair is thinning," Minho hummed as he ran his fingers through Nick's hair. Strands fell with each movement, and the two men could feel their hearts shatter at Nick's silence and the dull look in his eyes.

Today, Nicholas walked into their dressing room and was greeted by all the members. It wasn't until he got comfortable that he noticed their eyes. They watched him as he grabbed a bottle of water up until he sat in the stylist's chair.

"This is an intervention," Changbin said, leaning forward on the table. The members glared at him, and Changbin flinched.

"That's not what we practiced," Hyunjin huffed, side-eyeing Changbin as Jeongin shoved Changbin.

"I saw it in a movie and was trying to lighten the mood," Changbin explained.

Did they notice? Of course, they did. When did they not? This wasn't his childhood. They weren't his parents. They paid attention to the small things.

"You're harming yourself," Chan said, and Nicholas tilted his head.

Was he harming himself? Nicholas wasn't hurting himself. He tried hard not to. Why would they think that? Are there cameras here? He doesn't think today was recorder day. Hopefully not.

Maybe Chan could see the confusion because he continued, "You're not slitting anything, but you're still indirectly hurting yourself."

The door opened, and Nicholas watched everyone rush to look normal. They would have to continue this conversation later. He's happy. This was a bit one-sided, anyway.

There she is again. Nicholas doesn't understand why they chose this woman as his hairstylist. He watched her finish setting her station before yanking the hair tie out of his head.

He winced. Another 6 or 7 strands of hair ripped from his head.

"Your hair is too long," The woman grumbled as she looked for a brush. Next to them, Jisung looked over his makeup artist's arm.

"But if I cut it, my curls will be extra small," Nicholas argued. Though, his voice could barely be heard over the chaos in the dressing room.

"It's not like it will be in those knotted curls anymore," His stylist huffed, rolling her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. It stopped in the middle of his back, much too long for a boy.

Jisung's makeup artist walked away, and he looked at Felix. They both nodded before looking back at Nicholas and his stylist.

"Your hair is staying straightened," She ordered, and Felix's eye twitched. The stylist twisted Nicholas' hair in a bun. He looked a little like Hyunjin, but his hair was thinner.

After the stylist left, Jisung and Felix split up. Jisung went to speak with Changbin since Chan and Minho left to check on their props. While Felix went to Nicholas, his arms wrapping around the older boy's shoulders as he whispered in his ear.

"I miss your curls."

Nicholas hummed, and Felix frowned at the reflection in the mirror. Nicholas Ross, his best friend and member of Stray Kids, was miserable. His hair, once luscious thick curls, was straightened and thin. The makeup on his face could only hide his sunken face so much. He could see the bags under his eyes peeking through.

He looked just how he felt.

"We'll fix this. Your hair will be healthy, and you can wear it with pride," Felix mumbled, watching Changbin and Jisung come into the room with Chan and Minho following.

"You promise?" Nicholas whispered, and Felix felt his eyes water at the tears in his hyung's eyes.

"I promise."

"Can't we just get her fired?"

"Not without proof," Chan sighed, fingers pressing against his eyes. Three people groaned as Minho threw his head back.

Only Jisung and Felix heard the stylist. This would be a classic he-said-she-said moment without proof. They would have to wait for the next time she worked with them again. But at the rate this was going, Nicholas probably wouldn't have any hair left by then.

The door to Chan's room opened, and the five occupants watched Seungmin close the door behind him. He calmly sat on the bed next to Chan and handed him his phone.

"When will you tame these knots?" The woman groaned as she brushed through Nicholas' hair. You could hear the brush ripping through his hair.

"What knots? I brushed and platted my hair," Nicholas hissed. His voice trembling with pain.

...

"You don't think your hair is unprofessional?" She asked, pulling at Nicholas' curls. He frowned at her in the mirror.

"I'm not being mean. I just don't want you to look lazy," She explained. "The puffy curls were cute when you were younger. You're older now and need to look the part."

...

"Did you hear?" Another woman whispered. "He only washes his hair once a month, twice if his members help him.

The woman in front of her grimaced in disgust, "Could you imagine the build-up?"

...

"Your hair is too long. We need to cut it," The stylist said.

"It's not like it will be in those knotted curls anymore," The woman huffed. "Your hair is staying straightened."

"Is this enough proof?" Seungmin asked, and Felix flung himself at the younger boy.

"You're amazing, Seungmin. You know that?" Jisung asked from his place behind Chan's shoulder. The older man was sending the videos to himself.

"I know," Seungmin grinned.

"Now we have proof. What do we do?" Changbin asked, looking around the room. Minho hummed in thought.

"You and Chan will go straight to JYP about it. I'll stay here with the kids," Minho answered. Everyone nodded before splitting up. Minho, Seungmin, Jisung, and Felix went to the Maknae + Minho dorm, while Chan and Changbin went to the company.

It's hilarious how often JYP is just lurking around the building. It wasn't hard for Chan to see him, and it wasn't hard for Changbin to find the stylist. They were in a meeting room. The videos had just been played, and JYP sighed in irritation.

"So," he started, "do you have anything to say?"

"I wasn't trying to be rude," She said, looking between JYP and a very angry Changbin. "It's just having his hair straightened is easier for me."

JYP's eyebrows furrowed. "Your job as a hairstylist is to cater to his hair needs. Not make his hair bend to your will."

"I already have to use special products for him," She said as she slid a list of the different products she used to use. Another much smaller list filled with the products she uses now was placed after it.

"The least he could do is make my job easier."

"You're not very well educated are you?" Chan asked, carefully looking between the list and the blatant price difference. The woman gasped, offended.

JYP raised his hand to stop a potential argument and turned to the woman. "If you can't do your job and nurture his hair while making it look good, then you won't have a job. You're fired."

"I'm fired for asking him to keep his hair straightened?" She huffed.

"No," JYP started, leaning forward in his seat to look her in the eye."You're fired for racism and discrimination. The proof is right here."

"Where's Nicholas? He can vouch for me," The woman shouted as she looked between the smug members.

"Nicholas isn't available at the moment. The others are helping him get his hair routine back on track," Changbin sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

It was clear no one was on the woman's side, and she stood. Her chair fell back from the force. She ignored it, grabbing her bag and coat, the woman left the room.

JYP sighed as he turned to Chan, "I'll find someone else. Tell Nicholas I'm sorry this wasn't handled sooner."

"Of course," The younger man nodded before he and Changbin left for the dorms.

When they entered the dorm, they were greeted with everyone spread throughout the room. Minho and Felix were by the table, picking through the tray of snacks while Jisung and Seungmin were fighting over what movie to watch.

On the couch sat Hyunjin and Jeongin with Nicholas in front of them. The taller boy had a towel around his shoulders while the other two were plaiting his soaking hair. A spray bottle was next to Hyunjin's foot, while a container of curl cream leave-in conditioner was next to Jeongin's thigh.

"What's all this?" Chan asked, waving his hands at the mess of blankets and pillows. It looked like they went to the 3racha + Hyunjin's dorm and got their blankets, too.

"We're having a self-care sleepover," Felix cheered, tossing a bag of chips at Nicholas. Hyunjin and Jeongin shouted, pulling him back when he moved too much.

"When did you guys learn how to do his hair?" Changbin asked, sitting by Nicholas and wiping a glob of leave-in off his temple.

"We were learning before the witch messed with his hair," Hyunjin answered as he sprayed another section of Nicholas' hair before brushing the ends.

"Not a witch," Nicholas laughed. He missed the look of adoration from his members as he continued laughing. Felix crawled over and began tickling him. Jisung, Changbin, and Seungmin followed after him.

"Please tell me she's gone," Minho whispered.

"She is," Chan smiled from his place beside him, watching the chaos before them.

"Chan, tell them to stop! I don't wanna mess this braid up!"

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emry-stars-art · 9 months

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Hi, i just want to stop by to tell you how much I love your art and even more your Royal au

I hope this is in no way an offence but I found this post https://www.tumblr.com/gatorparade/721685064988131328 and immediately thought of you and His Highness Prince Andrew.

I wondered if on a walk Andrew stopped to freshen up and Abram, in keeping watch, found himself observing him from afar and what thoughts he might have, not so much at the Prince’s splendid figure but how much he manages to convey a calmness to him that he never had, a kind of serenity that radiates, that he can read in Andrew’s eyes when they finally meet.

Feel free to ignore this if it doesn't inspire you, I love everything you post regardless, you cannot know how much your blog brightens my days ✨

Okay im FINALLY HERE

I wish I could have done this more justice but this is what I got, I love the idea of Nathaniel/Abram first seeing the little bits of humanity and vulnerability (only the barest bits but it’s much more than the Moriyamas ever gave) from Prince Andrew and like. It jumpstarts the idea that Palmetto is really and truly different than Evermore or something TT

anyway the linked post [here] is first off gorgeous (it’s an oc if I remember, pls go give the artist some love if you can we appreciate ocs in this house) and second I LOVED THE VISION. Im sliding a little writing snippet under the cut so thank you for the ask :DD

Find the royal au masterpost here 💕

The prince said he just wanted to acclimate Nathaniel. His short, matter-of-fact way of speaking was still unfamiliar - he sounded as if he was being transparent, but Nathaniel knew better than to take royalty at their word.

It wasn’t as if he had the choice to refuse.

He accompanied the prince on his ride of the outer courtyard. There wasn’t much for Nathaniel to do; unfortunate, because he couldn’t distract himself with real work. The prince was bringing him deep into the untamed grounds, through thick trees and bushes. Secluded and private. Still, Nathaniel said nothing.

After countless minutes of what should have been easy silence, they reached a creek. The prince guided his horse to a stop and considered something, lost in thought until Nathaniel had dismounted and approached. It took more effort than normal to remove his glove.

Nathaniel’s hand moving into his space seemed to jog the prince. He blinked, took a heavier breath, and held a little too tightly as he always did to slide from the saddle.

Despite Nathaniel’s every anxiety, he brushed right by without a word. Nathaniel watched dumbly as the prince shook his hair free of its tie, combing it out and kneeling at the creek bed. He splashed his face with water and ran some over his scalp to combat the midday heat.

He didn’t seem to be watching his back. He wasn’t hesitant or afraid for Nathaniel to see him in a state like this. Easy, casual. Even now Nathaniel was playing the possibilities in his head. All the ways the prince could be harmed in that moment. How easy it was for Nathaniel to see it and know the royal family wasn’t as infallible and godlike as they claimed.

But, then - the Minyards had never claimed godhood. Though the water made the prince’s hair sparkle.

Prince Andrew didn’t think himself as far above Nathaniel as Nathaniel had assumed.

The prince straightened then, turning a look on Nathaniel as he retied his hair.

“You seem rather heat stressed,” he said flatly. “Are you certain you don’t need some water?”

Nathaniel was certainly stressed. Just maybe not from the heat. He hesitated before gesturing aimlessly with the reins he held, one horse in each hand. He’d gotten too distracted to tie them anywhere.

The prince met him at his own horse’s head, taking both reins without a word.

“Go,” he said. Nathaniel forced his mouth closed when he found he couldn’t speak, and the prince gave him another unimpressed look. “That’s an order, Nathaniel.”

So Nathaniel let go and stepped back, still hesitant to let the prince hold his horse when it should only have ever been the other way around. But the prince had already turned his attention to GS, stroking the white blaze of his nose with as blank an expression as ever. Nathaniel wondered briefly if the prince’s face ever changed as he went to obey.

(Also thank you for your other kind asks AM, I cherish them and you 🥰)

#Nathaniel hearing Prince Andrew making little soft clicking sounds at GS #and GS nickering back #I dunno I think it’s sweet to have Nathaniel see the prince blank faced being very kind and open with and about other things/people #on the other hand #whennnnn will we first get a tasteful peek of collarbone #(thoughts about Nathaniel that Andrew is beating back with a stick)#ANYWAY #fan art #my art #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #royal au #asks #🤍#I am assigning you the emoji you’ve been signing with lol #can I do that 😅

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flwrstqr · 14 days

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mutuals appreciation messages !!

haii!! i wanted to do this so here: (mainly did moots i interact with the most!!)

@copyhanni, thank you for basically everything, hye bae. everyday im always forward to texting u on the gc. and the way you always defend me is something i really admire in you. i love you to the moon and back <3

@naespas, nae i love you sooo much. you make me laugh every time when you send silly goofy little texts and images. your personality and spirit really makes me feel like myself and in tough times, your always there for me

@wonifullove, sav im sooo happy we got closer recently cause your the sweetest moot/best friend to me ever. your posts are amazing, and your jokes are >>>>. i think your the most relatable person i ever met too.

@bywons, sru you were one of my first moots ever when i made this. you were the moot that helped watched me grow and become who i am today. our dms together make me giggle and smile. thank you and ily ><

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@okwonyo, jiah u were literally my idol back when i was a enha reader. i was obsessed with your works and now the fact im moots w u plus interacted multiple times makes me feel super proud (hehe). i hope we could get close!!!

@yenqa, ik yen ur on hiatus but thank u sooo much for enjoying all my works. i love all ur works too + ur so funny. every time i see you interact or like my work, i get sooo happy cus if your happy im happy!! (miss u sooo much TT)

@jjunae, hai kae!!!! even though we dont interact too much, i want to appreciate all your works and your effort. you work so hard and im in love with every single piece you write. sending support and love <3

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@ashtxrie, ash (or sunoo's gf), thank u for being one of my first moots. u were the one who supported my works. sending luck to your exams!!! u got this!! ><

@stariekis, my uri bby. you are truly an angel from heaven. your sweet compliments make me smile everyday. even though i know you won't see this due to your hiatus, i want to let you know how much i really appreciate your words. you truly are someone that i admire up to and love. thank you <3

@neos127, hai hai ky! we don't talk often but we've talked a couple times in our inboxes. even based on our small conversations, i noticed how sweet and kind you are. you truly are a person that everyone loves and will support throughout.

@stariikis, my ash, you were one of the first ppl who dmed me and reached out to become friends. you were one of the first ppl who was my age and became a friend of mine. i want to say you truly are a good person and ill support you throughout every moment. sending kisses ^3^

@hyeinkiss, via baefy!! even though we just met yesterday, i want to note how cute and sweet u r. the way u love my works make me so proud of myself. i truly hope u get all the love and attention u deserve. i love u sm via, i hope we could become close moots!!!

@onlyjjong, lili, my love sender. your lovely messages are the truly sweetest in the world. the way you always care for others and look out for outs is the best thing about you. i really hope to see u in my inboxes soon ><

#♡ danielle's mooties !!#sending kisses

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amethystfairy1 · 1 month

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Hi it’s me I’m back. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve sent an ask in (partially bc higher education is quite draining) but rest assured I’ve been reading every single one of your stories because they’re SO GOOD I’m addicted. Checking for updates has actually become part of my morning routine lol. Anyways, I don’t actually have any questions, I just want to say that YES they’re finally beginning to run into each other in TT!!!!!!! :D YAYYYYY!!!!! Also ZEDANGO My Beloved. I’m so hyped for them both in TT and TTSBC. Literally my favorite, I’ve watched both for years and am always so happy to see fics about them (especially Zed). Also we need team Zits in TT STAT. I demand it. Poor Skizz tho! They gotta save him :(((((( anyways I also have some art for you (obviously inspired by ur fics) and then I’ll be on my way. Hopefully it bestows inspiration and motivation upon ye <3

Figure 1: Scuffed etho doodle (least proud of this one lol)

Figure 2: Zombie Cleo (she doesn't have snake hair in TTSBC, i know, but she was still inspired by that fic :P)

Figure 3: Impulse has a realization (AAAA A MEETUP HAPPENED!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! now Zed and Tango need to add Skizz to their group and we'll have ZITS (eventually))

Have a good day :))

OHHHHH MY STARS I LOVE THEM!!!!

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUUU

the Etho isn’t scuffed in my opinion he’s SO BADASS LOOKING with his knife going TRY IT BITCH YES!

Cleo looks beautiful! Snake hair is gorgeous too and OH SHES JUST SO PRETTY!!!

AND IMPULSE

TT!IMPULSE

He’s SO COOL! I loooove the cool cords on his clothes and his big ass battle axe looks so good and then lil shiny duo in the background AGGGH!

I can’t properly express how overjoyed your art makes me seeing you come by with anything that is inspired by my AUs is just SO WONDERFUL! I will love and cherish them. They are gorgeous! Thank you so much for sharing!!!

HIGHER ACADEMIC HELL UP TOP! 👏 me too my friend we will survive we will pull it off we will get them degrees!!! With fanfic and fanart along the way!!! 😆

Again thank you so so so much for sharing these I love them!!! 💖💖💖

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #through the sky blue cracks #traveling thieves au #art

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tteokbin · 11 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [1:35 AM] - 태현.

((feminization))

this with tyunnie TT… pretty baby, want to dress him up in tiny skirts n crop tops and do his makeup. paint his lips all red and cover his cheeks with the prettiest blush, clip on some pretty sparkly earrings and watch him twirl for me when i’m done. god he’d so be so pretty,, i’ll give him thigh highs too and make him bend over so i can see his ass peek from underneath the skirt.

he’s wearing panties too!! my pretty girl can’t get all dressed up without her panties now can she? gorgeous gorgeous taehyun who sits all pliant and neat with her thighs pressed together on the bed, letting me take as many photos of her as i want. fill up my camera roll of the different angles i can see under her skirt. watch the garment slowly rise at the front as her useless cock gets all hard just from you feeling up her strong trembling thighs.

pretty girl, so sweet why don’t you bend over and show me that cute ass? i’ll help you kitten just be a good girl n let me cum all over your skirt ♡

wait cant forget her nipples,, so sensitive n perky id spend hours just pinching and licking at them to hear her squeal and mewl!!

#sub!txt #sub!taehyun #sub taehyun #taehyun smut #dom reader #fhhfjf i just love him sm he’s my pretty darling

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escha-evenstar · 7 months

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Something In The Way You Look

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x F!Reader

Summary: The upcoming Masquerade Ball made you daydream about dancing with Azul. As you two go on a date, what happens?

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N:

Hiii~ Okay, so I know I said previously I was gonna write another hand-touch moment fic set in a different AU but this one just hit me so.. ta-da! Also, October is my birth month so I wanted to celebrate with a dance scene with Azul hehe 🩷 Also! A self-indulgent fic inspired by the song "The Way You Look At Me". It's a good, romantic song. It makes me cry listening to it TT

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

You were sitting by yourself at the courtyard, alone with your thoughts. Although you didn't have any company for the moment, your face still held a smile as you recalled the latest news.

Earlier, the hallways of the school were abuzz as its students talked excitedly over the latest news. Apparently, Night Raven College was invited by Noble Bell College for a school social at their hometown, Fleur City. It wasn't going to be held until a week after, but everyone was high-spirited as they anticipated the event. That included you, too.

Noble Bell College would be hosting a masquerade ball in celebration of the city's festival. Attending a masquerade meant you'd get to dress up a bit nicer than usual. Maybe a gorgeous (f/c) ball gown together with a dazzling necklace and matching earrings that would accentuate your (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes? Paired with some (f/c) high heels? Oh! Maybe you could match with your boyfriend? The two of you would look great together, especially when dancing at the ball.

Me? Dancing with my boyfriend? That would be so romantic!

You imagined the scene in your head. The way he holds you close to him. The way he moves with your body elegantly as you dance. The way he looks at you ever so affectionately with his pretty blue eyes.

You hid your face behind your hands; you felt your heart flutter with your thoughts while you squealed.

"Well, well. Aren't you just brimming with excitement?" You heard a smooth voice call out to you.

You turned your head around to look at the owner of the voice before rushing over with open arms to greet him. "Azul!" You exclaimed happily as you hugged him.

Azul chuckled at your actions. "Sweetheart." He wrapped his arms around you in a hug as he planted a kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry if you waited long. The meeting took longer than I expected."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it," you reassured him. "But what about you, though? Are you okay? I hope Headmaster Crowley didn't cause you too much stress. We could postpone if you want," you said worriedly.

You knew Azul had a lot on his plate. Being an honor student, a Housewarden, and a business manager took a lot of his time. He was a busy man yet he always made sure to spend some time with you, something you were very grateful for.

"I'm alright, sweetheart. No need to fret," he said. "Besides, it would be a shame to miss out on our date, especially when you're dressed so pretty for me." His signature smirk appeared on his face.

You felt the heat rise on your cheeks as you covered your face. "Azul!"

He let out a chuckle at your cute reaction. "Just speaking the truth," he grinned as he removed your hands that covered your face. His expression changed from teasing to soft and genuine. "You look lovely, sweetheart. Absolutely beautiful."

You could see the tenderness and adoration in his eyes, your heart blooming from his affections. You smiled bashfully before saying, "Thank you, Azul." You leaned closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You look quite handsome yourself."

You don't miss the faint blush on his face as he used one of his hands to adjust his glasses; it was most probably an attempt to hide the pinkish hue dusting his cheeks. "Well, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart. I'm glad you think so." You giggled at his reaction before he continued to speak. "Now, shall we head off? We wouldn't want to miss the sunset now, do we?"

You finally arrived at the beach on Sage Island. Azul found a secluded spot for the two of you to watch the sunset together. Both of you were barefoot, feeling the sand on your feet as you walked hand in hand along the shoreline. You hear the sound of the ocean, the waves crashing onto the shore. It was a serene moment.

In the background, your phone was playing some soft music. The next song began to play when Azul called you.

"Sweetheart?" He stopped walking, causing you to also stop in your tracks.

"Yes?" You asked curiously.

He turned his body to face you before asking with his charming smile, "May I have this dance?"

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. You didn't expect your wish to be granted so soon.

"The masquerade ball isn't until next week but you seemed very excited to dance. I know this isn't a ballroom however the scene is rather lovely. And we do have some music." The way he talked was as smooth as honey, as if he was sweetening a deal. "So, may I ask my lovely girlfriend for a dance?"

You felt your heart thump as he looked at you expectantly. "Of course. I'd love to!" You said with a smile.

Azul pulled you closer to him as he took your right hand while you placed your left hand on his shoulder. The two of you started to waltz on the beach.

It was just you and Azul. Surrounded by soft music and the sound of the sea. The setting sun that gave you an ethereal glow. It was truly romantic.

You kept your eyes on each other as your feet stepped gracefully with the music before Azul spun you around and pulled you back to him. He did this a few times before lifting your body up in a twirl and setting you back on the sand as you continued to dance.

Holding you close, he noticed how your vibrant eyes shone even brighter than before as you gave him that look.

There was just something in the way you looked at him.

Your eyes were so expressive that it could say everything without even a single a word.

How your eyes say that you'll always accept him, all the good sides and the bad sides.

How your eyes say that you'll always support him in his plans and ambitions in life.

How your eyes say that you'll always stay by his side, no matter what happens.

The more you danced, the more exquisite your steps came to be. He gave you one final spin turn before dipping you as the song ended, another one playing next. You continued to stare at each other in this pose before Azul spoke.

"Sweetheart, you mean so much to me. Know that I'm always here for you, and I'd do anything for you. There's no one else for me but you," he said lovingly as he started to lean closer to your face. "I know, and my heart knows, you're my missing piece.. my other half.."

You can smell the mint from his breath as his lips hovered so close to yours; you can also see his blue eyes gaze at you with so much love and devotion.

"..and I'm not complete without you."

He closed the distance between you as his lips touched yours in a sweet kiss.

"I love you, Y/N.. my sweetheart." he said in between kisses. "I love you so much." He gazed at you so fondly. And there was something in the way Azul looked at you.

His eyes were so expressive that it could convey his thoughts without muttering a word.

How his eyes say that he'll always love and cherish you, to do the things that make you happy.

How his eyes say that he'll always be there for you, to laugh and cry with you.

How his eyes say that he'll always stay by your side, through whatever life may bring.

"I love you too, Azul," you said with a lovestruck gaze as gave him a kiss. "So, so much. No one else but you completes me."

Azul crashed his lips against yours with much want and need. He lowered you down on the sand as he continued to kiss you passionately, now under the star-covered sky.

#azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #escha writes🩷

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