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autumnalsteahouse · 11 months

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this is so sero-coded.

thinking about how after a night out with your friends, you couldn’t get Hanta out of your head. before you left, he looked so hungry.

“baby…” it was like he couldn’t decide which part of you was calling his name the loudest, his eyes were slowly shifting down each inch of your body, “looks like you’re on a mission to get free drinks tonight.”

The blush warmed your cheeks a little too quickly, just like the smile that you were trying to push down.

It’s been a little over two years since you’ve first gotten together, but when he looks at you like that… it gives you the slightest glimpse into later tonight. The thought has you shifting, clenching yourself under his weighted gaze— something that doesn’t go unnoticed.

hanta pulls his lips in before his skilled tongue darts between them and licks his bottom lip, “or is this for me?…” he draws out, wandering gaze leading back up to your stare.

“Is this for me to peel off when you’re done with the club?” he mumbles, stepping towards you; close enough to where his fit front is against your back, the curve of your ass slots perfectly against his stiffened cock. “when you come home after being ogled at and all you wanna do is feel how full I can make you?” his lips were ghosting the shell of your ear, raising goosebumps all along your skin. His hands, spread and open-palmed, cupped the fat of your hips as he presses impossibly harder against you. “This is a little reminder for you that no matter how bad those lame asses want you, they could never fit the print of my dick that I’ve carved into that pretty pussy.”

you were close to salivating, the temptation to stay home was weighing heavily on the scale of options— you did promise your friends that you’d go out… but you didn’t specify for your long…

A couple of hours. That’s how long you could take before all thoughts led to the yearning of felling just how full your boyfriend could make you. The way his dick perfectly curves to hit the gummy spot that makes you feel like you’ve melted into a puddle of warm wax, the way his toned arms hug you close to shape each other perfectly— skin on skin, hot and sensual. In your semi intoxicated state, you needed it now more than ever.

“Hanta…” you whine uncomfortably into the phone, fiddling with your keys while trying to balance the device between your cheek and your shoulder.

“what is it, baby? Are you home?” his voice comes through the phone like velvet, warm and inviting, enticing the human equivalent of a purr out of you.

“‘Mm home but the keys are being so mean…” you trail off as the keys jingle in opposition while you sift through them.

It took no more than 3 seconds for the door to swing open with a shirtless and disheveled Sero Hanta to greet you. He was back-lit, mullet extra shaggy, his broad chest rising and falling as if to even out his breath— not to forget the grey sweatpants that hung low to expose the dark happy trail that guided your eyesight from his belly button to the fulfilling print that was teasing you with every passing second.

You felt yourself salivate.

“those clothes need to come off-“ he nearly growled before cutting himself off by pulling you in by the waist.

You could barley gasp when you were pulled in, there was no time before his lips were on yours.

Animalistic was how it felt, everything went by so fast— your shoes were scattered somewhere, bag dropped and so we’re the keys. Hanta’s hands were everywhere and feeling everything, all the while, you were reminded how hard the man before you was with every hard press against him.

“Were you stroking my pretty cock while I was gone?” you moaned, attempting to sound like honey as you watched him haphazardly kick off his sweats.

“fu… your cock?” he looked back down at you, almost rabid with his pupils so dilated, only making the thumping of your clit heavier.

taking a few steps back, his calves hit the back of one of the chairs in the living room, prompting him to fall into the seat.

“that’s my cock, just like this pretty pussy is yours.”

the look on his face was that akin to a worshiper seeing the deity he’s placed all his faith into— eyes wide and jaw slacked. he followed your movements as you slip out of the base of your fit, leaving you in only your top as you go to straddle his bare lap…

tagging: @nkogneatho

#cw: p*rn #cw: twt link #sero hanta smut #sero hanta #sero x reader #sero bnha #mha sero #sero x you #hanta sero #bnha #mha #sero smut #autumnal’s writing 🍂 !#HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT THIS #WHERE I LEFT OFF IS WHERE YOURE SUPPOSED TO WATCH (or rewatch) THE VIDEO!!!!!!!!!!#IDK IM JUST TRYING SMTHN OUY

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deityofhearts · 1 month

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hatsune leeku (veggietales/general veggie themed hatsune miku with leek twin tails) and megan thee scallion (veggietales megan thee stallion) collab of the century

#deity dialogue #how do we feel about this

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meep-meep-richie · 3 months

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Until this day Thor still doesn’t know Loki is still alive

#how do we feel about this #i think of this daily #thor #loki #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu loki #mcu thor

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chilegp · 4 days

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#how do we feel about this #no tags just vibes

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godofsmallthings · 3 months

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once again forcing my hater bestie to listen to my ts meta instead of posting it to tumblr dot com so here's a screenshot

#okay he is not a hater he is neutral but it's funnier to say that #how do we feel about this #conclusion is probably the wrong word to use but ykwim #actually idek if this qualities as meta...whatever.#vi is typing...

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yunogf · 3 months

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what if i made some more playboy covers for jaehyuns bday .

#how do we feel about this

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blushybop · 11 months

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how do we feel about george russel? i usually like everyone on the grid but with russel i struggle. I think he is a solid driver, he rarely dnfs unless there is a car issue and is keeping up with Hamilton, he is clearly what Mercedes wants to replace Hamilton when he retire, as their golden boy. However, i am just not the biggest fan, it feels like he lacks accountability for some of his choices on the grid, often pushing the blame on to others and his strange hatred for red bull, just rubs me the wrong way. (This just could be my redbull/max bias that makes me feel this way)

#i still love max verstappen #max verstappen #red bull f1 #f1 #formula 1 #spotify #formula one #george russell #mercedes #how do we feel about this #idk how i feel about him

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clockwrkpendrxgon · 11 months

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“Go on, say it,” she grinned.

“Say what exactly?” he asked, looking somewhere between bemused and amused.

“That you’re scared I will beat you,” she taunted him and watched as his lips parted in surprise at her words.

He broke into a laugh at her words. “You really are something, aren’t you? You just keep proving it yourself out loud. That here lies nothing.” He tapped the side of his head twice.

Joyeuse gave him a considering look, refusing to show how much she was aggravated by his words once again. She let her eyes study the curve of his shoulders under the thin tunic he wore, his neither frail nor muscled arms under the sleeves, and clicked her tongue. “So, that makes two of us.”

The crowd made a noise at her words, along with his three friends who, she could see in her peripheral vision, were covering their mouths.

Joyeuse almost smiled at the reaction she received, and even noticed him fight back one before he spoke. “I’m years of training ahead of you, pretty one. Forget it, I’m not fighting you.” He shook his head, looking her up and down as if she were a seven year old that he was trying to get rid of.

Click. Joyeuse twisted the hilt of the blade, and the split short sword came away in two similar ones. She wasted no time in tossing one of them at the golden-haired boy. She tilted her head to the side once. “Or should I throw a glove down at your feet?”

If he had good swordsman skills, so did she.

- Excerpt from A Seal Over Thine Heart, a work in progress, which I didn’t know where to go with so

#here we are #how do i tag this #so there's that #in which i ramble #a little something #how do we feel about this #sneak peek #i have been thinking #for absolutely no reason #oc stuff #is this a thing?#writing #royalty #pls be nice #magic #ya fantasy #original story

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mrkgrl · 1 year

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I can't believe Teen Wolf is still trending. I love that we aren't letting go of this. That means it's ok to post just one more shitpost later tonight right.

#kontxt #the girlies have been asking for prints (postcards) of the shitpost #how do we feel about this #teen wolf movie merch bundle and I call it #complicated jeep feelings bundle #do I dare making a charm or pin #or a standee #stop me please #I need sleep see you later

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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In the spirit of Halloween, I am thinking about old west Bakugou who makes a deal with the devil when cattle rustlers attack his ranch and leave him for dead….

#please #demon outlaw Bakugou?#how do we feel about this

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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Soulmate AU with June; part 3

It’s that time again!! I’m guessing that this will be 5 parts but that remains to be seen lol I’m also kind of struggling with deciding how much of this I want to follow the actual storyline and dialogue and how much I want to twist to my liking so we’ll see how that goes!

TW: mentions of anxiety and worry

June clears his throat and says belatedly, “I didn’t know you were awake yet, how are you feeling?”

You ache all over, but especially in your head. You also feel hungry, thirsty, and nauseated at the same time. You’re not even sure how that works.

“I feel like I was hit with a ton of bricks.”

“That...isn’t far from the truth.”

You stare at him incredulously, awaiting him to elaborate on whatever that means.

“You don’t remember what happened to you?”

“I don’t remember anything, really.”

June looks shocked by that, then frowns. You feel the tension leaking over to yourself, but don’t really understand what that means. Maybe you’re just really empathetic?

“Nothing? What about your name?”

You think about it, so hard that you squint your eyes shut, rummaging around in the blank space that your mind is currently. And then you find it.

“[Y/N],” you say, breathing a sigh of relief, but pushing yourself to try and remember more. If you can find a way to remember that, surely you can get the whole picture. Then a piercing pain races through your head and you gasp, opening your eyes.

June winces like he also experienced some pain, but quickly his face turns concerned.

“I think that’s enough for now. It’s nice to finally meet you, [Y/N].”

You ponder on what he means by “finally” but your thoughts are cut off by June speaking again.

“You’re currently on board the Andromeda 6, I found you in the rubble after the invasion on Goldis. Does that sound familiar to you?”

While you mull the name in your name, nothing of particular familiarity comes up.

“Not really, no. Maybe I wasn’t from there.”

June pauses as if he hadn’t considered that either.

“Maybe you aren’t.”

A slightly uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you before June stands up quickly and motions towards the door.

“The doctor mentioned she wanted to see you as soon as you were awake, let me take you to her now before she gets mad that I delayed any longer.”

You nod, though that only hurts your head more. Tentatively you take a wobbly step out of your bed and slowly regain your orientation after laying unconscious for who knows how long.

At that moment, the ship lurches forward, breaking the weak footing you’d gained and you go crashing into June. He quickly reaches out his strong arms, enveloping you and pressing you into his chest. A warmth runs through you that is deeper than what June’s body heat could have transferred, your face heating up at the affection that floods your mind. Just as you think that, June lengthens his arms to set you back on your own two feet, avoiding eye contact.

“I-um- I’m sorry about that,” you manage to say, as you know you’ve clearly made him uncomfortable, even though there was nothing you could do about falling.

“No!” He starts, then softer he says, “no, it really is ok, just unexpected. I don’t adjust well to, um, surprises.”

“Then I’ll try to avoid them in the future,” you say with a kind smile on your lips.

June laughs lightly at that, eyes showing hints of care, before turning from you to activate the door. It swishes open and he sends you on your way to your check up with the crew’s medic.

Your first steps on Terranium are suffocatingly hot. It feels like the sky itself is trying to push you into the ground, and you squint into the hazy orange horizon as you desperately try to adjust yourself before you look weak in front of any of the crew. Yet, June steps in front of you, blocking most of the light and giving you at least a moment to steady yourself before you have to familiarize yourself with a new, and frankly scary, place. It’s as if he could just sense that you were overwhelmed, but after the past few days you’ve come to realize that he’s just a very perceptive person. Strangely so, but it’s not a bad thing.

You almost instinctually step closer to him as you and the crew approach an Arcnos that towers over you, and even has a few inches on June.

“Oppo is really friendly, don’t worry. They just say some strange things sometimes,” June leans over to tell you. You nod and smile at him, thankful that he’s with you while you encounter this strange environment. You have a feeling that you always wanted to travel, but you wish that you had a choice on where you got to go.

Soon enough, Bash is introducing you to the Arcnos, who looks you over with an indistinguishable look on their face, but you aren’t sure that you’d know what their faces are supposed to look like anyways.

When you enter the bar it’s almost another shock at how dark it is, just after your eyes had finally adjusted to the scorching light of a desert planet. There are smells both good and bad, and eyes that follow you as you walk deeper into a room full of people you never expected yourself to be entangled with. After sharing a decidedly unsatisfying drink with Calderon and Damon you wander where you think you remember June going, a curtain separating the room you’re in with the next.

As if you hadn’t had enough shocks for the day, the pulsing music and exorbitant dancers fill your senses before you can even react. Just has you had begun to expect, June spots you in the crowd and leads you to where he had been sitting. A sense of security washes over you as June’s presence is in your proximity again. Lingering in the back of your mind is also a sense of relief, yet you don’t know what you’d be relieved about considering you trust June to take care of himself just fine.

“Are you still overwhelmed?” He asks you, hands fidgeting on the table in front of him.

“Hm, just a little bit. I like new experiences, but I like them better when they’re spread out a little bit more. There’s only so much new that I can take,” you chuckle at the end to hide the tiredness from your voice. Your injuries were still healing to some extent, and it feels as though the last few days you’d been worrying for two people.

“We can go back to the ship if you like-” June begins to offer.

“Oh, no, that’s really not necessary, I wouldn’t want to end everyone’s nights early as no doubt they’d worry about why we left. If I could, I want to just sit here and listen to you if that’s ok.”

“Yeah...I can do that. What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, I want to know more about you. You know basically I can say about myself.”

June looks conflicted for a moment, furrowing his brows before setting his mouth in a line.

“What do you know about the planet Orion?”

You hear everything he’s willing to say about his past, which is admittedly still not much, but at least you have a place of origin to associate him with. When he becomes distracted by the chaos Aya is causing, you slip away to find others, not wanting to sour his mood with talk of things it seems he’d rather not relive.

The next time he sees you is outside the bar with Ryona. In the back of his mind he tells himself that he had been looking for her and that you being with her was just a lucky coincidence, but he knows that he rushed out to find you when he could feel the panic you were transmitting.

Seeing you face to face with a violent Kitalphan, scrap metal clutched in your fist, his instincts take over and he steps in front of you and Ryona.

“Is there a problem here?”

The Kitalphan just scoffs at him, “Not your problem, buddy.”

That sets June on edge, as you are his problem, for better and for worse, whether he’ll admit it to himself or not. He feels his jaw clench and the shoulders of his shirt become tighter as the Orionite in his veins picks up speed.

“Dude, don’t,” the Kit’s friend says, “he’s one of them.”

Horror flashes over the Kit’s face and they both turn to walk briskly away. Good, June thinks. Even if he’s cursed to be this way at least he can keep danger away from you.

“Are you both ok?” He asks, though he’s searching deep in his mind to find your feelings.

“Yes, are you? Is something wrong?” Ryona asks, noticing his tension. That allows June to get back on track for why he’d been looking at least for Ryona.

“It’s Ayame.”

At that Ryona makes a beeline for the door, you and June following close behind, ignoring the concerned silence emanating off the both of you.

You really shouldn’t have followed a stranger into an alley. Seriously, what were you thinking? Now that you can’t see him anymore and you’re out of sight of the crew, you feel worry creep up your spine.

Or maybe that was the knife being held to your back.

“Following a stranger into an alley is a really bad idea, you know.”

And you do know. But you also know that voice. You feel like you have to say something, anything.

“I’m [Y/N]-”

You’re spun around by your shoulders to face a man who looks so familiar to you, yet so distant.

“Your majesty, you’re alive?”

And the puzzle pieces of your clouded mind shift into place and you remember. God, do you remember. Your royal position, the man you loved standing in front of you, knowing that you’re not soulmates.

Soulmates.

You instantly know the feeling you had when you first met June. The secret to his perception. The feelings you can’t pinpoint.

Your eyes widen.

June.

#how do we feel about this #idk how i do!#but it's done at least #i am thinking at the least 2 more parts #getting into the good stuff now with that deep KNOWING pain #see you in a few days for more sadness!#june x reader #june a6 #june nyux #juniper nyux #june x traveler #andromeda 6 #a6

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