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#lizzie you were never second best!
✨🌈☀️send this to the ten people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥
omg thank you! your blog is always a huge inspiration to me. Right back at you! 😍
noise [woozi nsfw]
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Requested!
Okay, so it’s not overly graphic nsfw, more so hinted, but definitely still there. I hope I didn’t disappoint, I struggled with ending it more than I would’ve liked, and it wasn’t nearly as dirty as my other Jihoon requests were, lmao.
but I tried!
Enjoy~
-Kai
Word Count: 735 pairings: Jihoon x Reader genre: smut-ish
Your eyes skittered over to the desk across from yours, where Jihoon sat with his headphones on, concentrating on his music. He noticed you staring almost instantly and clucked his tongue, turning the monitor of his screen away from you.
“Trying to steal my work, babe?” He questioned, slipping one side of his headphones off so he could hear your reply.
You simply scoffed at him, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “Of course not, darling. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He rose a brow when you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back in your seat. “Wouldn’t be the first time, though.” He commented after a minute of observing you, earning an even bigger scoff as your stare turned into a glare.
This was a banter that often went back and forth between the two of you. You were both so similar, that as producers, it was only natural that your taste in music would coincide and similar sounds would come from the songs you put together. It happened on more than one occasion, from either of you, where one would finish a song and play it for the other only to find a similar song had also been formed, though different in its own ways.
At first it was annoying for both of you to put up with, knowing full well you had original ideas. But after years of the occurrence happening, it grew to be a commonplace amongst your work sessions, and not a day passed where you didn’t tease each other at least once about it.
For the sake of this argument, you picked a particular song that had most recently coincided with your boyfriends.
“I have never once stolen your music, Jihoon. I was making the melody of my song first, and you started after me. It wasn’t my fault they sounded similar.”
“You know I work on songs for months. I hadn’t just started it. You’re just lucky it was nothing but a side project for me, otherwise I probably would’ve actually gotten pissed about it.” He tsked, giving you just as defiant of a look.
“And I don’t work on mine for just as long?” His comment had actually rattled you a little bit, but you refused to let him know that as your eyes moved to the irritated smirk against his lips.
He caught your eyes on his lips, and purposefully swept his tongue out across the bottom of them. The action distracted you momentarily from you conversion, but his next words brought you back.
“Probably longer.”
It was meant in a sweet way, you knew, but the way his voice darkened as he said it, his eyes now also wandering over the features on your face, the mood changed from mild irritation to something a little more needy.
The tension always started like this.
Insults, half-assed compliments, and dangerous looks.
But, you knew that every time you did insult each other, it was simply noise in comparison to how you truly felt. Those emotions were shown in your actions, not your words, and whenever Jihoon pulled into his lap and push you back against his sound board as his lips made magic on your body, much like it did with his songs, you were weak against him.
You bit back your moans as his tongue lapped at the skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone teasingly as he chuckled against your skin.
“You should just write a song full of your moans. It’ll be the best music I’ve ever heard, and maybe then I’ll acknowledge you as a better producer.”
Your hands fisted in his hair at his words, tugging back a little harsher than necessary to get him to look you in the eye. “I don’t need your acknowledgement to know who’s the better artist, baby.”
You solidified your words with a grind of your hips against his, causing him to release one of his low moans, the sound as silky and velvet-like as when he sang, but it made you a lot more delirious. His hands gripped your hips as he forced you to continue the action, his own bucking up to meet yours as he threw his head back over his seat in pleasure.
As much as the two of you loved music, the sound of your moans was the greatest noise either of you could ask for.
I have no clue if you did this ;-; but can you do a DogDay X CatNap?
(You don’t have to do this if you want. I also like seeing the fan made story’s you make)
I'm seriously sorry but I don't accept canon x canon 😭 (somewhere in my rules I have that written ALSO BTW I don't accept canon x oc either cuz i read requests like this)
For Me
Fem!ReaderxYandere!Tanjiro, Fem!ReaderxYandere!Zenitsu, Fem!ReaderxYandere!Inosuke (all in different parts)
TW:kidnapping, implied stalking, poisoning, obssessive behavior, I believe that's it!
If anything stated above makes you uncomfortable, please do not read/ interact!
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Yandere!Tanjiro:
You're so tired. You can hardly keep your eye open, much less speak properly. Words slurring together you're not even sure you're speaking English at this point. "Are you sure you're alright, y/n?" A soft voice brings you back from your scrambled thoughts. Oh no, you've ruined the night out.
You were supposed to go over the breathing techniques, not be half-asleep. "'m sorry, Tanji. I guess 'm just tired." You can only mumble at this point, your eyes half-closed, and you fail to see his slight smirk. "Why don't we just meet up another day? You seem to be very tired."
You only nod as he gently grabs your hand and leads you out of the small building. You only follow as he holds you close to him and starts walking. You only trust in him as he leads you down the dimly lit streets of the town. You can only trust.
However, you still fail to see the growing smirk Tanjiro has. He's been working hard, stealing vials from Miss. Shinobu, practicing on poor Inosuke. It's not his fault he eats a lot though! Besides, Zenitsu trusts Tanjiro, if he says it's probably a food coma, then it's a food coma.
You stumble but strong arms wrap around you quickly before you can fall. "Careful!" Worry laces his voice as he picks you up, "I'll just carry you the rest of the way." You try to get down, not wanting to be more of a burden than you already are, "T-Tanji....'m fine, I can walk." The redhead only shakes his head in response, "Nonsense. Don't worry, we're not too far anymore."
He's so warm. So comfortable. You give in without much of a fight after that. He smiles to himself as you snuggle into him, and he keeps walking. To his house.
He holds you tightly against him as he walks into the quiet house, kicking off his shoes that he'll put away properly later. He walks to the back of the house and slides a bookself over, holding you up with one strong arm. You take in the unfamiliar surroundings and frown to yourself, but you're out before you can even speak a single word.
It worked.
Tanjiro makes quick work of everything. From walking down the stairs to chaining you up on the bed in the make-shift room he's built underneath his house. Everything quick but precise.
I have you.
I have you.
I have you.
You wake up in your bed, in your room. Stairs? There aren't any stairs in your room, though. Perhaps you're sitll dreaming? No, you're very much awake, groggy, but awake. You try to get up but something heavy stops you. A weight, chained to your ankle, makes your heart beat wildly in your chest.
You can hardly lift your foot, the weight of it crushing your ankle enough to leave a bruise. You look around frantically, but everything looks the same as your room, except for the stairs of course. "Do you like it?"
Your head whips around at the sound of Tanjiro's voice. Smiling at you, he takes a few steps to your bed and sits down, "I made it just like your own room. Since you spend so much time in there." How? How would he know that?
"It was difficult at first of course, trying not to get caught by you or anyone else, but I managed!" He smiles proudly at you, but you're frozen in fear. He's been watching you. How long? Why?
Questions are racing through your mind but not a single one comes out. Tanjiro chuckles quietly, amused by your expression, "Don't worry honey, I was never in the house for too long. Just to see what I was missing." He's been in your house?
Warm calloused hands cup your face and wipe the tears you didn't even know were falling, "Aw honey, don't cry. I'll take care of you. I got you." He coos softly as he presses his lips to yours, soft, warm. Like his hands. "I have you now."
"All for me."
53 seconds of pain | 230517 oakland
Totally, we are so VERY safe worldwide... Even Tehran, Iran, complete paradise, yes, no death sentence at all
#TMZ reporter found dead in LA
IM CRYING IT WAS 3 HOURS SINCE THE PORTAL OPENED FROM NYC TO DUBLIN AND SOMEONE IN DUBLIN ALREADY GOT ARRESTED 😭😭😭
Tell me that you love six of Crows without telling me that those books are one with your soul and that you are obsessed with all the characters
I'll start : I bought a bag of COGS, I repeat COGS, that I have literally NO use for because they reminded me of wylan van sunshine my beloved
Proof:
Ayyy, every single day. Lmao
do you ever just stop and think about your obsession with something and say to yourself “oh man, i’m in too deep”
frowns… yuuji folds his arms behind his head when you ride him n watches with hooded eyes as you struggle to slide all the way down his cock :( your hands on his chest and while he moans “you got it, bounce on it f’me, pretty girl.”
me watching Arcane: "Wow what a cool character Viktor is, and I kinda relate to his experiences. Not all of them though, cuz I'm not sick or anything, but yeah. Cool dude." my doctor:
eyefestation x hard of seeing reading is currently in the process in being made so buckle up
@undedfuck asked: “Eyes on me, baby. Always on me. “ from cy to Holly 💕💕 from here
THE WAY HE TALKS HER THROUGH IT, it has butterflies in her stomach. His voice, his words, the fucking smirk that's plastered to his lips, god it makes her shudder just thinking about it. Or is it his dick already burried as deep as he can be inside of her ?? Definitely the latter.
" I'm sorry, I- "
It's not her fault that his size has her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that they hurt. Though it's obvious in the way she whines that Holly is enjoying every inch of him. Though, as he demands, she snaps them open, watching him from behind eyelashes. Back arches into the bed, and she's white knuckling the sheets beneath her.
" Fuck. Yes sir. "
deleting dating apps because i want to meet someone the old-fashioned way (looking around the classroom my first day at top gun weeding out the weak and locking eyes with my assigned rival and narrative foil and oh. oh, so it’s you)
