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berriblossom · 6 months

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OMG I LOVED YOUR CHILDE X WIFE READER STORY CAN YOU DO A PART 2?? I mean you don't have to but I'd love for Y/N and childe to continue the affair lol

The night was cold. You're husband or estranged husband was off away again. After getting caught with the new neighbor, your marriage is really on its last strings. Not that you minded, divorce would be quick and easy, however your cheat of a spouse suggested "we'd try again and forget our mistakes." Which means you can't see your sweeta nd sexy littke repairman anymore.

All the time, in the store you try not to get riked up seeing him, when he comes home from a run in the morning or in the store with his brother, you try to ignore his lustful gaze on you. You really do.

However, as fate will have it, when you came home from work one night to find another persons car in your driveway, along with your husbands. In the dining area a few glasses of wine and scotch, and within your own bedroom giggles, moans and joyus sounds of pleasure erupt that the "happy couple" didn't even hear you. How many weeks did you go without even a kiss from your husband? How many years did you spend with poor quality sex?

At this point staying as the "happy and healthy married couple" facade wasn't even worth it. You walked out the house with a loud 'thud' of the door. Walking up the street to the same address you knew so well, the alluring black door house that made your heart flutter and your pussy weep. You walked up the steps and rung the door bell.

You did not care if you had to explain, had to apologize or even beg for this man to touch you and let you be his finally. You simply didn't. Becuase the look of unfiltered lust and anger on his face seeing your sad little tears after explaining after your little kitchen "incident" his hands held you. Childe always loved your smile, your laugh and even better your pleas and begs for him to just fuck you.

He can lift you with ease as he placed you on the couch and begins to help you undress quickly although hastily. " Fuuuckk, missed this gorgeous pussy so much. Missed how good you felt baby, can i get a taste? A treat for how mean you've been to me?" Getting onto his knees he kisses the top of your clit before devouring your cunt like a stavred man.

His fingers stretch your pussy out so his tongue can fuck your cunt full. Moving his other hand to fist his cock while he groans and grunts into your pussy. Your moans break from your throat, goodness this is what good foreplay and sex was like?

After bringing you close to orgasm twice and stopping, your whines and cries for Childe to let you finish. He stopped you by pressing his fat tip at your entrance. The look of "can i?" Was so sweet and nimble of him, soft kisses onto his cheek and chin, feeling his hands hold you close as he pushes slowly into you. Gosmds fuck your husband for how he made you feel. Childe's fat cock stretched you so well.

You knew tomorrow that there would be pain to pay and shit to eat, but you didn't care. This man fucks you soooooo good, his cock pressing and roughly fucking into your cervix beautifully it made you see the stars and even heaven. You didnt care if your neighbors 3 houses down coukd hear your screams of pleasure. You didn't care if the whore your husband had in your bedroom coukd hear how good your getting fucked.

Childes lips lock with yours as he pushes your hips into the couch as he groans and sags against the couch roughly pumping into you, his fingers coming down to rub your clit and helo you cum too.

By the end of the night, it was just the bliss and joy of sex all around. Not a care in the world, Childe held you close as he whispered a sweet "good night baby, my sweet girl" in his strong arms.

Gods, im sorry this took so long.

#xoxokuki💜#kuki's writing #xokuki blog #kuki answers 💜#childe x reader #childe tartagalia #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x reader #childe x you #childe smut

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unluckiestmember · 1 year

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Intimate Moments (Arcane Edition)

Summary: The most intimate and emotional moment during sex you’ve had with the main Arcane characters!

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor and Silco

Warning: NSFW for sexual themes and suggestive themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: A compilation from my last account and one of my personal favorite imagines/headcanons. Enjoy!

Jinx

It was your first time having sex with her. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but Jinx being Jinx, dived head first. Literally. She thinks she’s seen and been to heaven when she’s between your legs. The feeling of her on you in such a position made you moan out her name.

Not Jinx. But Powder.

Jinx stares up at you and you already know you made a mistake. No one calls her Powder, not even Silco! Unless you have a death wish, you should keep that name out of your mouth!

You stare down at her blue eyes expecting a scowl or a roar! But you were shocked when she whispered to you,

“Say it... Say it again.”

So you say it. “Powder.”

“Say it again.”

“Powder.”

“Please say it again.”

“Powder...”

You experience the best orgasm in your life, having the loose cannon below pleasure you like there was no tomorrow. She let her tongue work wonders and picked up her pace, taking in all of you in her mouth. When you came, Jinx cleaned you up and even pleasured you a little more, causing your eyes to roll back in eternal bliss.

She could tell you were finished for now so she pulled herself up to cuddle into your side. It took you a minute until you realized she cried to sleep. Not tears of anger or sorrow. But of joy.

Ever since, you are the only one who can call her Powder.

Vi is a wild animal in bed.

She’ll throw you down and waste no time to fuck your brains out for simple pleasure.

But one day, during a steamy make out session, you stopped to kiss down on her bandaged knuckles.

She’s taken a back for a minute.

Why would you do that?

You keep kissing on her knuckles without a care in the world. “Stop it,” She told you, trying her best to pull away from you. But you hold her softly. “Y/N, stop it...” She keeps fighting back for a minute, but eventually stops.

The brute breaks in your arms. How could you do that? How could you love someone who’s ruined so many lives with those fists of hers? It was impossible, wasn’t it? But you told her the answer to her worries and questions with a single glance into her gray eyes.

‘No.’

That night, you two had sex as usual, but this was more personal. More intimate. Vi took more gentle strokes and eased into picking up her speed and slamming harder on you.

She screams and moans your name like a prayer, countlessly says she loves you, feeling like any moment you will disappear. Though the way your hands relaxed on her hips and drew circles along her waist said otherwise.

The two of you came together before sleeping in each other’s arms. She could get used to sensual sex like that…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Innocent little Caitlyn.

Why are there barely any headcanons for Caitlyn? I-

Caitlyn was a classy woman, so sex was never really on her mind. It still wasn’t when you guys started dating. But you both knew you had to get things over with eventually. So one evening, Caitlyn dragged you to her room to try it.

The both of you were super awkward, especially the female enforcer. She would always ask in between actions “Are you okay? Is this right? Should it be the other way?” Bless her soul.

All around, everything was going well.

Until it was time to get naked. When it came her turn to feel pleasure, she didn’t do anything.

She hung her head low to the ground almost in disappointment. She stared down at her body. Thoughts lingered in her head; ‘What if I’m not beautiful to Y/N? What if I make a fool out of myself?’

Before she could ask herself any more questions, you rid her of her worries with sweet kisses. With every piece of clothing thrown on the floor, you whisper out, “You’re so precious. You look like an angel. Oh, I love you so much.”

You almost broke her down with every kiss you placed to mark her body. Your lips graced on her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her chest and finally her core. Oh, you loved everything about her.

You started to eat her, licking inside her folds at an average pace and flicking your tongue on her clit.

In a matter of seconds, her hands are lost in your hair, pushing your head closer to her to feel all of your tongue inside of her. Her moans clouded the room long after she came in your mouth. Pulling up, you both had lust in your eyes and could tell the night was still young…

Let’s just say she eventually screamed your name to the heavens long into the night and she realized two things; Sex with you was the best! And she was beautiful.

Ekko

Ekko has always been a bit of a wild boy when it came to having sex with you. It’s why you two were together to begin with.

He can be playful some nights, chuckling with you when he messes up something. Rough when he just really wants you. And romantic when you just need to know he cares about you.

One night the two of you were just having the time of your lives. He was slamming into you from behind, groaning out, “You like that, huh? Yeah, go ahead and scream my name, baby.” And boy did you love it.

Just feeling him stretch you out and pound deeper and faster in you was like euphoria. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs, “Ah, yes! Right there! Fuck, I love you, Ekko!”

You didn’t want it to stop, but soon the movement had slowed and the grip on your thighs loosened. You felt your body turning now to face the leader of the firelights panting down at you. “You love me,” He questioned, his brown eyes glistening in the moonlight full of hesitant awe.

Did you say you loved him? You never told him because you were scared of getting attached. He was the leader of a cause and lived in Zaun. Any minute he could be taken from you, so you tried not to get attached. Yet you said you loved him, whether it be out of lust or love wasn’t important. You said the sacred three words to him.

In that moment, you were sure as he began to stroke inside of you again, you didn’t see a warrior. You saw your boyfriend, your best friend, your everything.

He must have seen that in you too because he started to dig deeper in you, continuously hitting your g-spot with smooth strokes. His arms wrapped around you tightly, groaning at the feeling of a climax approaching him.

Together in a sea of utter pleasure, the both of you came together before relaxing in each other’s embrace under the shine of the midnight moon.

You slept well that night in his arms, letting him hold onto you with the mindset of if he let you go, you wouldn’t come back.

No matter what, after that day, you both say I love you at least once a day.

Viktor

My everything next to Jinx.

You and Viktor have been partners for a long time in Piltover, working on projects together when he wasn’t accompanied by Jayce. Though you two never started to officially date because hexcore was more important, even if deep down you two wanted to become an item.

Well, the thing about humans is that they don’t know how precious people are until they almost lose them.

Viktor found himself having a particularly horrible week; The hexcore may have fixed him, but took away a close friend. He may have almost stopped an incoming war, but he ended up losing some close allies due to the bombing on the council’s headquarters.

He had thought he lost you when the city went into lockdown due to the commotion. Thank the gods he found you that night safe and sound at your home.

Thank the gods he was safe too.

That following night, the two of you met one another at your home, where he knocked on your door. Your eyes connected with his amber eyes, and you were sure they screamed one thing; ‘I need you’.

In a matter of seconds, you two synchronized like gears to slam each others’ lips onto one another. Moving in rhythm, bodies danced through the dimly lit house towards your bedroom, where the scientist pushed you down on your comforter and wasted no time to rid himself of your clothes.

You did the same, though you found it cute and amusing that he was apologizing for his ‘inappropriate’ actions. You showed it was okay when you slammed your lips onto his again and felt yourself yearning for him.

You two grinded on each other, letting your lower bodies explore one another through groans and moans. The entire night, you two were one. Nothing else mattered when you found Viktor cumming inside of you and placing your hand gently onto your cheek.

You two stared at one another desperately before you heard the man speak in his native tongue, “я люблю тебя так сильно.”

You never questioned what that meant, but when you two started dating, he made it an effort to always tell you “I love you so much.”

Silco

As long as you’ve been dating the crime lord of Zaun, you knew damn well that Silco was not an emotional guy. No one has ever seen him let out his feelings to people, not even Jinx.

If he did ever give into his emotions, it would be out of anger, but never out of love.

He only ever saw sex as something done to relieve stress, kind of like you. You were his bitch anyways, nothing more.

That’s why he would always fuck your brains out, slamming his cock inside of you through your mouth or lower end with one goal in mind; To forget about the world and please himself for once in his god awful life.

However, one evening when he was railing deep inside of you on your desk, something was different to say the least. He wasn’t fucking you like a mad man. He wasn’t calling you degrading names and growling like an animal. Instead, his strokes were sensual and careful.

That was new. Was he sick? It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it. But why was he doing this?

You reach up to touch his face where his scar was and the man had froze up. You wanted to ask what the hell was going on. Where was the man who would pound you senseless?

Instead of being given an answer, his orange and blue eyes just pierced down at you before he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Through those eyes, you had seen the man you once knew. A man who was calculating, but somewhat compassionate. A man who just wanted the best for him and his brother. A man once had big dreams he wanted to accomplish with you by his side.

He always said that naïve brat was gone, but you always knew he was in there. That’s why you had no issue with this new version of him. It’s why you never batted an eye at his scarred eye. As a matter of fact, you adored it. You adored him.

With the feeling of your lips crashing slowly into his, Silco began to fuck you as usual. His strokes only picked up after a moment of your moans colliding in your mouth.

Before you knew it, he came hard and deep inside of you, making you scream out his name before relaxing a bit. Now panting hard on his desk, you stared up at Silco, finding him panting along with you. He eventually pulled away to sit in his chair.

You don’t know why he apologized or what happened that night, but from that day forward, Silco was more open to showing his appreciation for you…

Arcane requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3

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blakeswritingimagines · 11 months

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Dear Y/n

The words I have written before this line, and any I will write after it, may never come close to describing what I feel in the depths of my heart for you. Every moment I think of you is a moment of joy, and every moment you shine your light toward me is a moment of pleasure I treasure. You are truly beautiful, N, and I am thankful for your grace and attention to me. Your very presence brings me so much joy.

I’ll say this for now. My love for you burns brighter than a thousand stars. It leaves a burning ache in my chest. I want you more than anything. More than life itself. You have a way about you that is simply… incredible. You always know exactly what to say to cheer me up. I’ve never been able to find a better companion. Your laughter is soothing… and contagious. It fills my heart with so much joy that I can barely breathe, and the laughter flows out of me naturally as well. Your smile is like an angel's. It fills me with so many feelings I can’t even begin to describe them all. Simply being alive when you are around, is a blessing.

You are… the light of my world. You take my breath away, each and every time I see you. There is not another like you in all of the Seven Kingdoms. As sweet and kind and beautiful as you are, I do not deserve to have you in my life. Yet nonetheless, you stay with me. And I am forever thankful. I have come to love you my darling. I hope you will return the sentiment. I have come to care for you deeply, perhaps even more deeply than my own life. I hope you will do me the honor of allowing me to join our houses and join me in my reign as we rule together, in bliss and in love.

My love the first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew that our fates were interwoven as if they were one. You were like no beauty I have ever seen before. You captivate my every thought and every waking hour. If you will have me, I would propose to you, under a field of wildflowers and beneath the shade of a great oak tree, and I will give you every ounce of my love, every ounce of my soul, for all eternity. You grace this world like the sun graces a cold winter morning. Your very presence fills me with warmth. Your eyes draw me in like the night sky. They are like gems reflecting the light of the moon and the stars. From the first day we met, I was enchanted by your charm and wit. I feel like I could look into your eyes for days on end. If this was the only time I ever saw you, I could die a happy man. I would gladly fight a score of foes and conquer a hundred castles to bring you just the smallest token of my affection.

You are beautiful. The kind of beautiful that leaves no eye able to look away, no heart that won’t beat at the mere mention of your name, no lips that won’t form a smile when you look at them. For you could look at the stars or the heavens itself, and find them lacking in comparison to your beauty. You are the love that binds the Seven Kingdoms together. I would give everything I have just to be with you. I love you.

My dear Y/n, I love you more than life itself. You fill my day with joy and my nights with hope. Your hair smells like summer, your laughter is infectious and your eyes shine like diamonds whenever I look into them. I cannot even begin to attempt to put all the love I feel for your into these words. You are my sun and the stars in the sky, my love, and I hope you are happy to know that I could have never imagined how wonderful life would have been with you. I love you. So much.

I am in love with you. Deeply and truly in love. I would do anything for you, and I would go to the end of the world and back, just to see your face. You fill my life with warmth and love and I don't know what I would do without you. My love for you is endless, and my loyalty to you is unbreakable. I will always love you and I will always be yours. You are more valuable to me than the iron throne. You’re more valuable than the Seven Kingdoms. To me, you’re more valuable than anything in the world. You are my everything, my love. Without you, I am nothing. I don’t know how to explain it. But you are my person. You bring color to my world. You bring love to my heart I hope you know that.

You are the greatest gift I could ever have. That I get to wake up and see your beautiful eyes every day for the rest of my life, that I will get to see all of our future children grow up around me fills me with a feeling of fulfillment that I have never known before. Being with you is the greatest gift in the world, my love. I love you for all your wonderful qualities. You are generous and kind and forgiving. You are a joy to be around, and you make me feel so happy and comfortable. I love you for your wit and humor, and the way you make me laugh. I love you for the way you make me feel special and loved. I love you for all the little things that make you who you are, and I love you for being my own beautiful and loving queen. I cherish you for all you are.

The way you speak captivates me and so does your voice. The tone of your voice has a way about it that makes me feel as if I want to stay around forever so that I can hear it. Your voice is like music. It is so sweet and so soothing. It makes me feel as if I would like nothing more than to sing your praises. You are truly as beautiful as you are interesting. To know you is a joy that I am grateful for. If I were to tell you every little thing I love about you we would be here all damn night. Every moment, I think of you. You fill up my every thought, and fill up every dream that I have. You are everything my love, you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I love you with an intensity that has never and will never be matched. Every single day, every moment, every minute that we spend together is so special to me.

-Aemond Targaryen

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #love letters

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hatingwithfears · 1 year

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BOOKS READ IN 2022

Here’s the complete list of books I managed to read in 2022.

168 books. 54,494 pages.

Renata Adler- Speedboat

Kendra Allen- The Collection Plate

Jonathan Alter- His Very Best: Jimmy Carter, A Life

Kenneth Anger- Hollywood Babylon

Jason Bailey- Fun City Cinema: New York City and the Movies That Made It

Peter Baker, Susan Glasser- The Divider: Trump in The White House 2017-2021

JG Ballard- The Atrocity Exhibition

Julien Barnes- Elizabeth Finch

Brit Bennett- The Vanishing Half

Charles M. Blow- The Devil You Know: A Black Power Manifesto

Anthony Bourdain- Medium Raw

Anthony Bourdain, Laurie Woolever- World Travel: An Irreverent Guide

Box Brown- Cannabis: The Illegalization of Weed in America

Mariah Carey, Michaela Angela Davis- The Meaning of Mariah Carey

Nick Cave & Sean O’Hagan- Faith, Hope, and Carnage

David Chang- Eat a Peach

Dan Charnas- Dilla Time

Leonard Cohen- A Ballet of Lepers

Lee Cole- Groundskeeping

Teju Cole- Black Paper

Ray Connolly- Being Elvis: A Lonely Life

Brian Contoir- Practical Alchemy

Antoine Cosse- Metax

Charles R. Cross- Here We Are Now: The Lasting Impact of Kurt Cobain

Daniele Cybulskie- How To Live Like a Monk

Travis Dandro- King of King Court

John Darnelle- Devil House

Michael Deforge- Heaven No Hell

Rita Dove- Playlist for the Apocalypse

David Duchovny- The Reservoir

Jennifer Egan- The Candy House

Robert Evans- The Kid Stays in The Picture

Scott Eyman- Cary Grant: A Brilliant Disguise

Nicolas Ferraro- Cruz

Mark Fisher- Ghosts of My Life

Mark Fisher- Capitalist Realism

Johnathan Franzen- Crossroads

Harry Freedman- Leonard Cohen: The Mystical Roots of Genius

Matti Friedman- Who By Fire: Leonard Cohen in the Sinai

James Gavin- George Michael: A Life

Lizzy Goodman- Meet Me in The Bathroom

Andrew Sean Greer- Less

Dave Grohl- The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music

Joseph Hansen- Troublemaker

Joy Harjo- Poet Warrior

Robert Harris- The Ghost Writer

Noah Hawley- Anthem

Wil Haygood- Colorization: One Hundred Years of Black Film in a White World

Clinton Heylin- The Double Life of Bob Dylan

Andrew Holleran- The Kingdom of Sand

Michel Houellebecq- Serotonin

Sean Howe- Marvel Comics: The Untold Story

Dorthy B Hughes- In a Lonely Place

John Irving- The Fourth Hand

Walter Isaacson- Leonardo Da Vinci

Kazuo Ishiguro- Klara and The Sun

Junji Ito- No Longer Human

Robert Jones Jr- The Prophets

Saeed Jones- Alive at The End of the World

Stephen Graham Jones- My Heart is a Chainsaw

Rax King- Tacky

Stephen King- Billy Summers

Katie Kitamura- Intimacies

Chuck Klosterman- The Nineties

TJ Klune- Under The Whispering Door

Karl Ove Knausgaard- The Morning Star

Hideo Kojima- The Creative Dream

Milan Kundera- Slowness

Wally Lamb- I Know This Much is True

Yiyun Li- Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life

Thomas Ligotti- The Conspiracy Against The Human Race

Roger Lipsey- Make Peace Before the Sun Goes Down

Patricia Lockwood- No One is Talking About This

Ling Ma- Bliss Montage

Stuart B MacBride- Halfhead

Michael Mann & Meg Gardiner- Heat 2

Greil Marcus- Dead Elvis

Mike McCormack- Solar Bones

Jennette McCurdy- I’m Glad My Mom Died

Janelle Monae- The Memory Librarian

Ottessa Moshfegh- Lapvona

Leila Mottley- Nightcrawling

Alan Moore, Melinda Gebbie- Lost Girls

Grant Morrison- The Invisibles

Mannie Murphy- I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

Sequoia Nagamatsu- How High We Go in The Dark

Joyce Carol Oates- Blonde

Joyce Carol Oates- American Melancholy

John O’Connell- Bowie’s Bookshelf

Ryan O’Connell- Just By Looking at Him

Jenny Offill- Weather

Paul Ortiz- An African American and Latinx History of The United States

Hiroko Oyamada- The Factory

Hiroko Oyamada- The Hole

Helen Oyeymi- What is Not Yours is Not Yours

James Patterson- Hear No Evil

Larissa Pham- Pop Song

Brian Phillips- Impossible Owls

Stephanie Phillips- Why Solange Matters

Keith Phipps- Age of Cage

Michael Pollan- This Is Your Mind on Plants

Richard Powers- Bewilderment

Questlove- Music is History

Kristen Radtke- Seek You

Sue Rainsford- Follow Me to Ground

Claudia Rankine- Just Us: An American Conversation

George A Romero, Daniel Kraus- The Living Dead

Karen Russell- Orange World

George Saunders- A Swim in a Pond in The Rain

George Saunders- Liberation Day

Samantha Schweblin— Fever Dream

Leonardo Sciascia- Equal Danger

Mark Seal- Leave The Gun, Take The Cannoli

Seth- Clyde Fans

Alan Sepinwall- Breaking Bad 101

Zadie Smith- Feel Free

Won-Pyung Sohn- Almond

Bob Spitz- Led Zeppelin: The Biography

Elizabeth Strout- Oh William!

J Randy Taraborrelli- The Secret Life of Marilyn Monroe

Herve Le Tellier- The Anomaly

Manjit Thapp- Feelings

Olga Tokarczuk- The Books of Jacob

Jia Tolentino- Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self Delusion

Leo Trezenick- The Confession of a Mad Man

Stanley Tucci- Taste

Una- Becoming Unbecoming

Ocean Vuong- Time is a Mother

Chris Ware- Rusty Brown

WC Ware- Jimmy Corrigan

John Waters- Liarmouth

Peter Weiss- The Shadow of The Coachman’s Body

Missouri Williams- The Doloriad

Antoine Wilson- Mouth to Mouth

Sarah Winman- Still Life

Laurie Wollever- Bourdain: The Definitive Oral Biography

Kenneth Womack- Solid State: The Story of Abbey Road and The End of The Beatles

Hanya Yanagihara- To Paradise

Ed. Jelani Cobb & David Remnick- The Matter of Black Lives

Ed. Sinead Gleeson & Kim Gordon- This Woman’s Work: Essays on Music

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wyrmfedgrave · 23 days

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Output: 1914.

Part 3: "Teuton's Battle Song" Continues -

Cries of pain (&) roars of... rage,

One vast symphony (my) ears engage.

Strike down... whoever bars your way;

Let each (man) kill,

(Before) he dies today!

Ride over the weak;

Accomplish what you can;

Gods are kind... to the strongest man!

Why should we fear?

What greater joy than this?

Asgard alone... gives (a) sweeter bliss!

My strength is waning;

Dimly I see

Valkyries close to me.

How strange the thought of fear,

With Woden's... messengers near!

Darkness comes (&) my spirit rise(s);

Kind Valkyrie bear me (up) to the sk(y).

Conscience clear,

I quit the earth below,

Woden's hall (will I) know.

Grove of Glasir¹... shall I behold,

On Valhalla's tablets be enrolled:

There til Heimdall's² horn shall sound,

And Ragnarok creation (sur)round,

Bifrost³ breaks beneath... Surtur's⁴ horde,

Gods & men fall beneath the sword;

The sun shall die,

And sea devour (all) land,

Stars decend & chaos stand(s).

Then, Alfadur makes his realm anew,

(To) Gods & men

(A) purer life is due.

In that country shall Abundance reign,

Nor shall... vice or woe... remain.

Then shall battle cease

And happiness prevail

(For) evermore.

Notes:

1. Glasir (gleaming) is a tree grove with golden red leaves that lies just outside of Valhalla.

2. Heimdall (illuminator of the world), the main watch guard of Asgard, has keen senses of sight & sound.

Himinbjorg (mountain castle), his home, is located where Bifrost meets the sky.

3. Bifrost (shimmering path) is the rainbow 'bridge' that connects Earth with the heavens.

However, this rainbow only has 3 colors! The red in the bridge is actually fires meant to keep the Jotnar (giants) away.

But, that defense will fail against Surtur's army...

Scholars think that it represents the Milky Way.

4. Surtur (swarty or black one) is a fire Jotunn (man? eaters) who wields a flaming sword.

He guards Muspellheim's (world wreckers) frontier & will lead an army to destroy Asgard - after personally defeating Freyr.

The flames from Asgard's destruction spread out & engulf the whole world!!

Flames that only go out when the Earth sinks in the sea...

PS: Commentary to follow in Part 4.

(Anybody else feel the Tri-State quake?)

Pics: "Teuton's Battle-Song."

1 & 2. A modern look at Anglo-Saxon warriors. These are based on what has been found by archaeologists.

Info comes in from A-S writings, art & what survived to be excavated.

Still, some 'educated' guesses help fill in for what is missing...

3. Shows the gradual withdrawal of Roman forces from Britain.

Also, early raiding by armed groups from around the island & from foreign ports in Europe.

4. Where the mass migrations came - mostly from Germanic tribes.

Successful early attacks became mass migrations of whole 'nations.'

These landings quickly spread out & took control of the southern & middle of the island.

This was early "England" (land of the Anglos)...

The whole island wouldn't be united until after the Norman conquest...

5 & 6. Modern (digital?) versions of Surtur, whose fiery sword closes out the Norse divine era.

For writers out there, this story needs to be continued - in the Balder Era.

Jack Kirby took a swing at it in his New God's storyline.

Anybody else?

7 thru 9. Surtur's horde of demon warriors - from the "Thor: Ragnarok" movie.

Marvel changed the original Norse stories - but, I think it worked out...

Spectacularly.

Next: Part 4 - Commentary.

#hpl bio #hpl output #hpl poesy #history #adult hpl #Nordic #anglo saxon #myths

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lustylcve · 2 months

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❛𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾❞

──── "my love for you

was pure, not to be cursed

by the passing days."

yuta o.

pairings. yuta o, and y/n.

warnings. pure fluff.

word count. 1.434K

authors note. i'm from wattpad, maybe you can tell from my writing/formatting style, maybe you can't, but hope this brought you some enjoyment!

THE BLISSFUL FEELING WAS HEAVEN, well to those who felt the ever flowing joy of being loved on this special day. though, you couldn't agree yourself.

your eyes narrowed every couple that walked side by side, hearts floating around them as if nobody else existed in this ruthless world. and in some way, you were jealous at how naive they were. to the endless suffering and pain you went through just so they could be safe.

maybe it wasn't just that, maybe it was also the fact that the man you longed for wouldn't be here. well, not like he was yours- but that's not the point right now, is it? yuta okkotsu. sweeping you off your feet with great ease.

his gentle eyes that made you wish you could look at them all day long, his personality. god, he was so kind. not like that word could fully comprehend, and convey what you truly thought about him, but it'll do.

although, his personality and good looks were what made every lady swoon in his direction. as if enchanted to watch his every move, undoubtedly intrigued with this unknown man who captured your heart with a smile, and nice gesture.

or it's just a generation being desperate for love. your eyes scanned, even on the supposedly happiest day to spend with your lover, jealousy, resentment, and anger still build up and dwell in the backs of minds. whether they be an ex, so an unrequited love.

both being terrible as the other.

your feet trudged in the old pavement, cracked and grass growing from the slips of space. as your steps echoed around you in the empty area, it just reminded you of what you could have. but could never.

jujutsu sorcerers were never people to make long lasting relationships due to the never constant assurance of returning home alive, or the same. and it was just better to die with nobody waiting for you home, right?

the lonely death sounds sad, but as you grow up, your morals and views change, so it's only safe to say, it is sad. but it's something you've become accustomed to due to the edge of death lingering right behind you if you're not safe, or make a stupid mistake.

the snap of the branch behind you should've warned you, should've told you something was up, but it didn't. clearly, as you continued your trip upwards.

the silence around you left an impression to be scared, to run away and hide. but you didn't, something just felt right about this place.

your feet carried onwards, before making it to the highest part of the hill. a flat land with fluffy grass dancing with the wind. maroon hued bricks being the structure for the house that sat upon this lonely hill, and.. a blanket?

in a matter of seconds you were knocked to the ground, and in a matter of seconds, you were getting ready to defend yourself. before feeling a familiar hand protecting the back of your head.

your gaze fell upon those friendly eyes you adored, yuta. the ebony haired male laid upon the grass, tickling the signature clothes he wore. and an ever loving smile on his face that he knew would dance around your memories till your last breath.

"yuta?" you inquired, wanting to keep your guard down just a little longer. wanting to just hug him till the end of time, but you knew you could never make a stupid mistake like that.

standing up hastily, you helped him stand to his feet, a bashful smile on his gorgeous face.

"hi, (y/n)! it's been a while, huh?" he chuckled, his hair was grown out, framing his face nicely. as if still in a trance, you nodded, slowly coming back to reality.

"it's really nice to see you back so.. early though. why did you come?" the question didn't hurt his feelings, by now used to your blunt words that seem to have a bit too straightforwardness for somes liking. though, it didn't really bother him. he was always happy with you.

"i had a feeling you would ask me that, but i came back to hang out with you." you rolled your eyes, fighting back the burning that you felt in the apples of your cheeks. he came back because he missed you as a friend, right? you two were only friends.

the thought danced around in your mind for a bit, before inevitably pushing it away. you could focus on the present for now right? the future could come later. you smiled at his words, taking them in as it slightly made your stomach flip.

"you know i can never say no to your random meet and greets," the man who stood across of you smiled at your comment, before walking up towards you quickly.

"you've gotten stronger, (y/n). i can tell," the praise made your cheeks flush. though you just brush him off with a silent 'thank you'.

as the quiet atmosphere took over the both of you, he gently guided you to the soft blanket that laid upon the grass. the both of you took in the scenery that was around you because you both understood it wasn't often when you could relax, and kick your feet back. especially with someone you love your friend.

listening to the sounds around you, it made you realize the fleeting feeling of serenity. the idea of this tranquil, peaceful world in your head would come to an as soon as this day was finished- but you didn't want it to end.

you wanted to be selfish for once. you wanted to be the one with someone to hold you at the lates of the night. you wanted to be the one with someone and forget everyone else in the world exists. you wanted something that would grace your mind for a second, before the truth came tumbling down, more painful than the last.

your gaze changed, stopping to stare at the man next to you, to the area around you. maybe it could be a change of mindset that you needed, not someone who wasn't guaranteed to come home every night.

the pain, and guilt to fill your mind if that happened to you, or if your partner was on the receiving end of those devastating news. the look on their face might just kill you again if you're not careful.

so, maybe it wasn't age that changed your moral, maybe it was the honest, bitter truth that would be bound to come true in a life of a sorcerer.

"(y/n)," the gentle call was too soft, too.. loving from who's mouth it came from, and who it was directed to. your somber look on your face told him everything he needed to know.

he was quick to move closer to your side, pulling you into his shoulder, and a warm arm around your waist, drawing circles on your tummy. damn the man who stole your heart.

"whatever you're thinking about, it isn't worth your time," he still managed to sugarcoat the truth, and still sound his utmost sincerest. it wasn't his good looks, (it partially was.) or his charismatic self. it was a trait you deemed lovable.

"yuta," the man's eyes stayed looking into yours, not daring to look away. and maybe that was the difference between you two. he stared at one thing, constantly mesmerized by it, no matter how simple. but you. you stared at the stars, hoping to touch them one day, and to reach farther.

that's the difference between someone who is grounded to the realistic perspective, and a woman who still dreams to never die.

"will you be my valentine?" the question left both of your lips in perfect sync. despite the differences you two posses, the similarities also shine brighter. the want for one another will only be a flame to grow into something forever. a laugh escapes you, as you stare at him, and he stares back.

one word could only be described. love, true love. maybe your wish wasn't to die, but to meet your soulmate and to be treated like a princess. well, because that's what nonsense your father filled in your mind.

"i would love to be your valentine." the sugary ending you deserved, the one you dreamed of, and the star you stared at in the sky. he was yours, and you were his. and even more, you could be the couple that stared at each as if nobody else existed, and that's because no one else did.

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steve-explores · 1 year

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37th Week Celebrations at Les Amis

To celebrate the 37th week of our little bundle of joy, my wife and I celebrated the occasion at one of the most celebrated restaurant in Singapore, Les Amis, with three-star accolades from Michelin Guide and a coveted spot in Asia’s Top 50 Restaurants.

To enjoy a full experience, we decided on the seven-course Degustation menu featuring the finest dishes from the restaurant featuring top quality ingredients from sustainable sources such as scallop, caviar, river caught wild salmon, line caught seabass, and Challans ducks.

Appetizers are simply magical with three exquisite dishes which provides diners with a quick peek at the delights to come.

Le tartare de saumon au caviar: River caught wild salmon tartare with special selection of caviar.

One of our favorite dishes of the evening is the decadent salmon tartare with a thick layer of caviar on top, served with fried moist sourdough. Each mouthful is heaven on earth, leaving a smile on your face and a skip in your heart.

La noix de Saint-Jacques d’Erquy, cuite au four sans coloration, sauce iodée aux algues du Cotentin: Slow roasted scallop from the coast of Erquy with savoury seaweed sauce.

The sweet plump scallop paired with the slightly acidic aromatic sauce and a crispy disc is a masterclass in the delicate balance of flavors and textures.

Étuvée de cèpes « à la Bordelaise » caviar d’aubergines: Cep mushrooms cooked “à la bordelaise” & eggplant caviar with touch of olive oil.

These mushrooms are so meaty and juicy, comparable to high quality wagyu steaks. The eggplant caviar rounds off the dish for a truly satisfying and comforting dish.

Le potage à la châtaigne d’Ardèche: Silky velouté made with seasonal Ardèche chestnuts.

The velvety rich soup is adored with melt-in your-mouth pork belly and foie gras, much like jewels on a culinary crown of excellence.

Le bar de ligne cuit sur peau, sauce au verjus: Line-caught seabass roasted with touch of thyme & pepper served with verjus sauce.

The seabass is flaky and moist, punctuated by the full bodied sauce, to create a flavor profile that I have never tried before. It was a noble attempt at a difficult protein though it was our least favorite item of the evening.

Le canard de Challans rôti sur sa poitrine, poire « Beurré Hard y » caramélisée, ravigoté au gingembre: Roasted Challans duck breast from Vendée accompanied with ginger caramel pear.

This dish is Les Amis: Executed with perfection and true artistry, raising its culinary possibilities to its full potential, unleashing wave after wave of delectable flavors on the palate of diners, Every bite is just pure bliss, and in my culinary scoreboard, this is a 9.5 with the 0.5 reserved for its next evolution to new heights of greatness.

Before our main dessert, we are served with one of the best dark chocolate cakes in the city, comprising of layers of chocolate ganache, hazelnut feuilletine, chocolate sponge and coated with a silky chocolate glaze. And the best part? You can purchase it from the restaurant for your enjoyment at home.

La figue de Solliès, dans une boule en sucre soufflé: Variations of Sollès fig in a crisp sugar sphere.

Faced with such an innovative dish using such a difficult ingredient, I find myself running out of superlative terms to describe it. It is just simply a dessert lover’s dream come true.

And for the big no-brainer question of the day: Would I return again and recommend this restaurant to everyone?

Quite simply yes because Les Amis embodies the very essence of what it means to be the best in the highly competitive culinary scene. Les Amis has captured my heart and my stomach, and my wife and I will return again to the restaurant with our little angel to celebrate our next milestone in life.

In the meantime, Au revoir - until we see each other again...

#SteveExplores #SteveExplores2022 #MichelinGuide #AsiasTopRestaurant #LesAmis #LesAmisRestaurant #FrenchCuisine #FineDining

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Three’s a Crowd || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: when you come down to visit your boyfriend, bucky barnes, at the wilson residence and see his interaction with sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier.

a/n: here’s some short and sweet fluff prior to the season finale! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of starting a family? it’s pure fluff

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“Hey sleepyhead.” You hummed, running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair.

At the sound of your voice and the gentle touch of your fingers slipping through his hair and brushing against his skin ever so slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to bet met with your figure sitting at his side, staring down at him.

No matter how many times he woke up to see you first thing in the morning with the sunlight highlighting your features, he would swear he was in heaven- utterly consumed with the feeling of pure bliss.

“Hi, doll.” He smiled, his voice still raspy.

At the feeling of his hands moving to lay on either side of your waist you smiled. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, realizing that you had come all the way down to the Wilson’s home when the last place Bucky had left you before going on his mission with Sam was at your shared apartment in New York.

“I missed you.” You shrugged.

“I told you I was coming home today, Y/n.”

“I know, Buck.” You said, now laying your palm against his cheek. “But I heard about everything that happened and I couldn’t wait another day to see you.”

Looking up at you and leaning into your palm that was cupping his cheek, Bucky couldn’t believe how he ever got so lucky as to have you.

Breaking him out of his moment spent admiring you, he heard the sound of Sam’s nephews running into the room, and turned his head only to see them playing with the famous vibranium shield in their hands.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

Immediately upon being caught by the super soldier, the boys dropped the shield onto the ground, scurrying out of the room, no doubt scared about getting caught with their uncle’s prized possession.

“Look at you babysitting.” You laughed, playfully swatting at your boyfriend’s chest.

Bucky caught your hand midair and scoffed. “I’m not babysitting... it’s just... dangerous... you know?”

“Sure,” You smiled. “Whatever you say, tough guy.”

Grasping the dog tags that were lying on his chest, you gently tugged on the chain and brought his face inches away from yours. Seeing his sleepy, smiling face- you brought your lips to meet his for a soft kiss before pulling away.

“One more?” He asked, quirking his eyebrows.

“Go brush your teeth first.” You laughed, watching as he threw you a fake pout. “Then I’ll see what I can do.”

Although the two of you spent the remainder of the day apart- Bucky training with Sam and you helping Sarah with things she needed done around the property- you came together again on the docks that evening while the Sun began to set over the horizon.

Carrying a crate in your hands that you had assured Sarah wasn’t too heavy for you, you made your way near the boat again, laying your eyes on your super soldier boyfriend for the first time since that morning.

You swear your heart could’ve burst right in your chest, taking in the sight in front of you.

Bucky was stood at the end of the dock, one hand on his knee while he chatted with Sam and his sister beside him. His other arm- his vibranium one- was stretched out and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face as you witnessed Sam’s nephews and other children you hadn’t seen before hanging off of it, laughing to one another in awe about how “cool” his arm was.

With the golden hue of the sunset setting over your boyfriend’s features, you wished you had a camera on you so you could never forget the moment. You could’ve sworn you would’ve stood there for eternity staring if it weren’t for Bucky catching your eye, waving back at you smiling.

Although you couldn’t hear him, you watched as he said something to the kids, gently shaking them off of his arm, before striding over to you.

“Here, let me take that.” He offered, taking the crate from your arms and setting it down on the dock.

Watching as he did so, your mind was still utterly consumed with the image you had just seen in front of you.

“So kids really seem to like you, huh?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, before remembering what he had just been up to. “Oh that?” Bucky asked gesturing back towards where the kids were playing at the end of the dock. “No... they just like the arm, you know?”

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you knew that he was completely naive when it came to the positive effects he had on people.

“Buck...” You cooed, reaching for his hands and pulling his body closer to yours. “When are you going to realize that people like you for you? They think you’re cool! Sure, the metal arm helps, but just admit it babe- kids like you.”

Resting his hands on your waist, you watched as a teasing smirk formed on his face.

“Why are you so obsessed with how kids act around me today?”

As soon as he asked, you began to feel flustered by him not only noticing, but calling you out on it. You hadn't realized you were being so obvious, but you could barely help yourself. Seeing your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, surrounded by kids? You couldn’t help but think of him surrounded by children of your own. All you could think about all day when not engaged in an active conversation with those around you was entertaining the idea of starting a family with your favorite 106 year-old man.

“I’m not!” You exclaimed, playfully swatting at his chest. “Why are you so obsessed with me being obsessed about you with kids? Hmm? Wanna answer that old man?”

Watching as you laughed while teasing him, Bucky couldn’t help but get lost in the moment.

“Buck-” You began.

“You know you look so beautiful right now?” He cut you off.

You bit your bottom lip to try to hide the large smile that was creeping over your face at his compliment. No matter how long the two of you had been together, or how many times he complimented you, he always knew how to make you feel the same butterflies you did the first time you met him.

“Especially with the sunset? You look beautiful all the time, doll, but... wow.” He said.

“Bucky, stop flattering me.” You insisted, running your hands up his chest before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“I mean it, Y/n.” He said. “You’re the best looking thing on this damn planet.”

Utterly consumed in the moment, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Me?” You asked. “Have you ever seen yourself? I swear I want our kids to look just like you.”

As soon as the sentence slipped out of your mouth, you regretted it. It came out so naturally you hadn’t even had time to think about it before you essentially just confessed to your boyfriend that you wanted to have children with him.

Although you and him had no doubt in your minds that you would spend the rest of your lives together, you understood that now might not have been the best time to bring up such a big life change with both of you only being thrown back into existence half a year ago and him being consumed in his work not only in saving the world, but in saving himself.

Embarrassed, you tried to weasel your way out of his grasp, but he only gripped his hands tighter on your waist pulling you towards him.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I’m so sorry! Forget I said anything-” You pleaded.

“No, Y/n, stop. Stop apologizing.” He said. “Were you... were you talking about kids all day because you were thinking about... were you thinking about me being a dad?”

As you looked into his eyes, you could see how serious he was and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

The two of you stood staring at each other in silence for a few moments and just as you were beginning to grow afraid that you might have ruined everything, you watched as your boyfriend began to chuckle, a light smile playing on his lips.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“Thank God.”

Quirking your eyebrows you pressed again. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He asked playfully, pulling on your waist to tug you closer towards him. “Do you think I haven’t been thinking the same thing all day?”

“What-”

“Y/n.” He said seriously, the smile leaving his face. “You’ve been taking care of Sam’s nephews all day. Do you think the thought hasn’t crossed my mind? I know... I know I’ve been through a lot... we’ve been through a lot... but I want this with you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest, listening to your boyfriend’s words.

“What are you saying, Buck?” You asked.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He asked, smiling once again. “Okay. Today when I couldn’t tie the kid’s shoelaces because of my hand and you stepped in and did it for me I thought about how good of a mom you would be. You’d be such a good mom, Y/n. I’m a piece of work- I know that- but God you would be so good at it and if I have... you know... mini me’s running around I wouldn’t want anyone else because I know that they would be the most loved and cared for kids in the damn world having you as their mom.”

You once again couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you listened to your boyfriend’s praise. It wasn’t uncommon for bucky to worship the ground you walked on, but for him to give such a compliment regarding a future family of your own, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had been personally escorted to paradise.

Unable to find the words to describe the joy and excitement you were feeling, you spoke the only words you could find it in yourself to say to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said.

“I want it all with you too, Buck.” You said, moving your hand to cup his cheeks, “And for the record- you would be a great dad. I know you put on the tough guy look for everyone else, but as the luckiest woman on the planet- I’ve seen the love you have in your heart. You would spoil those kids rotten with love.”

You watched as the very rare instance of blush coated Bucky’s cheeks. Still smiling- so much so it almost began to hurt- you pulled your boyfriend’s face towards yours, allowing your lips to meet his. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss however, you heard a loud whistle, sounding from behind Bucky.

Peeking behind Bucky, you saw Sam standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and hands on his hips.

“Hey!” Sam teased. “There’s kids here!”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, Sam.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You watched as Sam, laughing, took a swig of the beer in his hand, the sun setting behind him.

“I’m just messing with you, man.” He said. “Are you two staying tonight?”

The two of you glanced at one another, wordlessly communicating while smiling- both knowing what the other was thinking.

“I think...” You began. “I think we’re gonna start a family.”

When the words slipped out of your mouth, you and Bucky couldn't help but gaze at each other in awe of the situation. You were really going to do this. You were going to start a family with one another. You could hardly believe it, but you also couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

In front of the two of you, however, still stood Sam who spit out his beer at the sound of your words.

“Not on my sister’s couch you’re not!”

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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What they love about you (part 2)[Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: It was as if the universe had changed when they saw you.

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Kazuha. Part 1 here

Genre: fluff

"Poetry for my hopeless romantic heart 🥺 and Kazuha, he was the perfect candidate for this. I decided to put Zhongli first of course, he deserves it after saving my ass in Baal's fight."

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Spirit flows through the Immovable rock (Zhongli)

Nations fall, truths be told, iron rusts and earth erode

Through six centuries these were stories he watched unfold.

He sees you and the archon knew that you shall too grow old

But despite it all, he loves you for your existence, as nothing can compare to your intransient soul.

The purpose of contracts were made to ensure there had been a fair trade between two parties. Like merchants striking business deals for a favourable outcome, like mother nature maintaing the balance between life and death, like how you and your beloved said your vows and whispered promises to one another as evening bids farewell by the warm welcome of the moon's gentle glow. Those days were the most treasured that you couldn't help remisicing them-- when Zhongli appeared in your life. Your mortal life. How time can fly so fast.

Perhaps this had been a common notion among human standards. That to be connected, both sides must share the same factors in order to proceed the contract. Clearly your placement proved to be mismatched. Unlike Zhongli there could be a day when your legs gave up and you can no longer walk. He will go on without you, continuing to drift in places where you cannot reach, where time was out of the question, further and further away until the mist begins to seize your field of vision and soon your eyes were too old to see.

The difference in age can truly make someone feel alone and Zhongli knew it well. Thus he smiled softly like he always does and held you close, speaking with so much kindness:

My dearest.

Your soul existed like an evergreen tree blooming through all four seasons, unwithered and everlasting, even against the cold storm of white. And it could be as soft as the sunbeam cascading through the mountain peaks while they dust the land with their ethereal hues and emitting the warmth that breaths absolute serenity. If artifacts were a piece of what someone left behind then maybe everything you made was considered an artifact-- a treasure. A piece of you in those handwritten letters, the beauty in your fingertips after knitting him a scarf which caused scars to mar them, and because of how heavy your spirit weighs through everything you did, it became evident that the one he had fallen for was not your skin nor your body but the person who resides in it.

And sometimes he wonders if he had met you once upon a dream. What else could explain the mysterious feeling that made you seem so familiar, even when he only saw you for the first time? Or perhaps you were an old friend from the long long past, someone he stargazed with upon the infinite mounds of grass and glaze lilies, someone whom he shared the taste of osmanthus wine, someone he came to cherished just like how he cherished his own nation. Regardless, whether you were that someone or not, he wouldn't hesitate to relive those times all over again.

If there was a day when the world around you decided to cave in, where time inevitably caught up and you succumbed to change, he would still be yours. After all, the immovable stone was meant to be the symbol of constancy. He already sworn to you that his devotion and affection will never waver, they were solely held towards your essence for you had touched him through the things he could not touch, and left a mark that would last longer than his ancient self can last. Zhongli may have lived through many lifetimes but meeting you was the beginning of everything. You were a mortal immortalized in the world his heart, etched so deep that it stirs him apart, there was no room for anyone else.

~xx~

Drowning in the ocean flames (Tartaglia)

There was a man who fell deeply in love with war

They raged inside of him like the spontaneous battlefields he came to adore.

Consumed by desire, pain became an addiciton

And he eventually surrenders to the heat of your passion.

While many fear death, Childe learned to dance with it.

He revels in the way his heart pounds endlessly, as if new life had been born from the inside and then bursted like thunder, sending trembling sensations through his veins, bringing him to the peak of euphoria. The feeling was a drug in which Childe hesitates no more when he confronts it, rather he deliberately seeks it. He seeks thrill in the most dangerous situations since they were the moments that made him feel so alive.

Henceforth the Harbinger sought you out. He inches closer and ever so close, those deep cerulean eyes trapped in your hypnotizing ones. Childe loves how you look at him like you were about to devour him, consume him as the flames in hell would, perhaps destroy him completely to the point there was no turning back and yet...he would not mind.

Childe had been so drawn to you like a moth to a light. No. Rather, Adam and the devil, tempting him to sin because the things he would do for you were undeniably impetuous. It was too late. It was too late when you told him you wanted to stay. Too late when you pulled him down, with arms around his neck, stealing away his breath in one swift manner as well as a kiss. Curse you for having so much power over him, from then and there he was no longer the mighty harbinger everyone knew but a man foolish in love. Take him higher. Higher. Take him far. To say you were alluring would be an understatement. The scent of you brings all his senses to disarray and the taste of you-- by the archons-- had never made him feel so starved. All he thought of was mindlessly running his hands over your small back, reveling in the shape of you, exploring every inch and curve in attempt to make you completely his.

This was the reason why he grew accustomed to dancing with death. Because it was you. You were going to be the cause of his downfall and you were the cause of this insanity. Even though you constantly reminded him how risky the situation was due to being a wanted criminal in his homeland's eyes, Childe pays no mind. Didn't he already tell you to trust him? Anyone who threatens you would be an enemy of his, much to their misfortune. Whether it'd be conquering the world and laying it beneath your feet or walking through the depths of the abyss all over again, he'll make sure to have it all and no one can say otherwise.

~xx~

Shelter (Albedo)

Your warmth was his hearth

Like stars falling onto the earth

Gracing the plains in an empereal bliss

As they trembled under the touch of heaven's kiss

Closing his eyes, you are the first person he sees.

The sound of snow chasing the wind fills the silent night once again while it's whispered blows continued to echo just by the cave's entrance. Albedo had planned to take you back to Monstadt that day but Dragonspine was not the place to be merciful with the weather. No one else except the two of you occupied the abandoned space and a singular camp fire to serve as a source of warmth. You place your hand on your lover's forehead, brushing away his ash coloured strands while he seeps into slumber. Albedo sighs contentedly. Despite the world being engulfed in sheer cold, here he felt safe and sound.

Before meeting you Albedo never really had that. People regularly held him on a high regard and had a hard time matching his pace. He was a born genius to the point that he practically stood out like a swan out of the ducklings' crowd as they admired his brilliance. Truly Albedo was a perfect human being. But when turns around to see the rest he noticed how distant everything seemed. He was so focused on his pursuit towards the universal truth that he hadn't given the time to consider; where is he going with this? And what for? Everyone else looked so happy living in their mundane routines and Albedo soon grew curious about such thoughts. Out of all the places in Monstadt, exactly where does he belong?

Opening his eyes, you are the first person he looks for.

"Welcome home, Albedo!"

The answer was obvious. Home was the sound of his name on your lips. When you were side by side with him while he sketched the landscape from the far distance. In places where the lights were on as he entered the room, knowing you were inside. This feeling couldn't be describe with just a word. Home was not a nation nor was it a destination. Home was in your touch where he felt the most protected.

I'm home.

A sky filled with stars and he only saw one; his Starlight. Your warmth held the emotion similar to the kind where there had only been one cande lit amidst an infinite stretch of darkness. But it also brought the joy of flowers blossoming into the vivid future of new spring. There was no place he'd rather be than the shelter of your arms because with you, Albedo believed he truly found where he belonged.

~xx~

Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves (Kazuha)

Silencing the world

My heart begins to find peace

Soothed by your presence

- For my beloved, (Y/n)

I remember how the first petal of spring drifted by as it had flown into the crossroads of our path. Subconciously my entire being began to still. This particular flower... it must have come far and wide for the wind to carry such a pleasant scent. Although I had intended to continue my venture onwards but the air ceased to sound and I knew that this way was true. And so nature beckons me to the shore where the waves lulled back and forth under the moonlight's entrance, only then I began to sharpen my vision to see what was before me. You stood there on a rock with your face looking into the sparkling sky, singing a tune that drew me near. Just the mere sight was enough to stir my heart alone.

My beloved, do you know why I named this poem 'Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves?'

Watching you was like witnessing the ephmereal birth of a flower sprouting amongst the slums of an abandoned nation. A fleeting miracle where snow falls from the summer sky. I am compelled to capture these feelings in this poem yet there are moments where my thoughts scatter as if the autumn wind had whisked them away and out of my grasp until a singular leaf is only what was left. Perhaps it wouldn't be necessary for me to keep a notebook of ways I can describe your presence, instead a few simple sentences would suffice. Nevertheless, I only wish to express my feelings for you.

When you're with me it seems I have nothing to think about. The aura around you can silence the world alone, speaking louder than thunder cries, weighing heavily to those around you in ways it would feel empty if you're not here. Yet I could breath as if alleviated from the burdens of my past. This had me realize that this must have been the will of the wind. You were the greatest gift to have ever bestowed upon me and I confess, sometimes my chest aches because of how much I cherish you, it pierces me like a sharp blade but even if my heart bleeds it will continue to bleed only for your sake.

So wherever you are, wherever you may be, I can feel you in the breeze. Return soon my beloved, I'll be here, waiting.

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starryyuken · 3 years

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ali abdul & f!reader relationship headcanons;

a/n; best boy ali 🥺! my sincereliest thank you for 104, say whaaa? excuse any errors, feel free to reblog/like, interact and stay safe my dearest friends and readers! p.s.—im thinking of buying a baby yoda as my birthday present, should i do it?

Who would ever get tired of falling in love with someone like our sweetheart, dearest starlight in green tracksuit, Ali?

His parents being supportive of your relationship, fully understanding love like yours are to be treasured. You were holding back your tears, for fear Ali’s parents wouldn’t accept you as their sons beloved, but all your fears went away when they said they were happy about it, and wished you two a blissful life and a happy future together

Ali was very shy, nervous to make the first move but caved in. One beautiful evening, he held your hand while on a walk together, and his heart was feeling like they were in paradise. After a while, he gestured kisses on your palm and hand, his lips lingering there longer to feel your skin against his lips, which he calls heaven

Giving you gifts such as little trinkets that reminds him of you, and dates like picnics on the beach or relaxing at home watching movies together, occasionally turning into him teaching you his language and learning about his background and culture, and his life before he moved to Korea. His heart skips every time you ask him more about his life back in his home country, and your interests in learning of his language, traditions, and culture, that was when he knows he’s fallen for you

Spending time together meaning he catches the tiniest thing about you that he was in love with, like your laugh, your smile, everything about you in general—for no reason at all. He guess it was the way you lean closer to him when he’s telling a story, how focus you look when you’re reading anything he finds that peaked your mind, hugging him at random times and whispering in his ears “I love you”, never worrying him about your thoughts on his hand, telling him love was more than what you see of the eye, and you would never let judgement get in the way to love wholeheartedly

You were the one to initiate the first kiss. Ali became a stuttering mess and blood rushed to his face, making them feel hot. Goodness, your lips were so warm and soft…could he ask you for another?

“Do it again please,” He whispered, since it was only the two of you. You kissed him again, and again, and again…

Same goes to him, he was so used to hiding his hand, scared of judgement from others. But then you, his angel and beloved, proved that you still love him the same and that you don’t care about his hand. Since then, before he goes to work and before going to bed, you’d kiss his hand and tell him you love him, and everyday that feeling grows

He isn’t one for late night deep conversation, he believes he wouldn’t be himself when he’s talking. But one sleepless night drove him to do so when he watched you cooed over his baby pictures, saying things like “What a cute baby you were!” and “You look so adorable with your hat and mittens!”, he was smiling to the ears and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest, he asks you, “Sweetheart, do you think one day we can have a family of our own? I can see a little girl or boy with your smile and eyes, my nose and ears. That sounds lovely, doesn’t it?”

“I think that sounds beautiful. For now, we focus on ourselves, build our life carefully, one thing at a time. Then, when the time is right, we can discuss about our tiny bundles of joy together.”

He was on top of the world to have you as his beloved, goodness, you deserve the world!

One night while you were asleep, he pulled you close to his chest, he spoke to you softly, “Thank you for everything, (Y/N). You deserve so much better than I am. A better home, a better life than this small house, and a beloved with a better job than as a factory worker. I’m sorry for not being able to provide much better than this. But I want you to know, that I love you, (Y/N). I…I will do everything if it means you can live a good life, if not to your expectations, I promise I will make you happy. You deserve it, always.” Kissing your head and pulling you even closer. He knew making ends meet were hard for people like him, but for you, he would do it all over again if you asked him to, because when he loves you at the willingness he didn’t even think his heart could, but he would always be eternally grateful for it

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Yuma Heaven [01]

ー The scene starts in the classroom

Yui: ( Phew...Today marks the final day of exams. I tried my best this time, so I hope it’ll show in the results! )

( I guess Yuma-kun should be done soon as well? )

Yuma: Oi, let’s go home.

Yui: Yeah!

...Hey, how did your exams go?

Yuma: Aah? Well...Pretty sure I’m gonna have to take supplementary exams.

Yui: Eeh?

Yuma: Shut up! At least wait till the results are out before ya start lecturin’ me!

Yui: ( This mundane lifestyle of going to school truly brings me joy. )

( Yuma-kun is right here besides me, as we commute back and forth between home and school every day...It really has that typical student life feel to it. )

Yuma: Whatcha grinnin’ for...?

Yui: Fufu, nothing~

Yuma: Che...Let’s get goin’ already.

Ya said ya wanted to do somethin’ fun together once exams were over, remember?

Yui: ( Ah...He remembered. )

Yeah. Will you keep me company?

Yuma: Guess so. ...It’s not like I’ve got anythin’ else planned.

Yui: ...!

Yuma: Hehe...Whatcha gettin’ flustered for, huh? Let’s go.

Yui: Yeah, thanks!

Yuma: Oi...Gimme the goods.

Yui: Eh? What?

Yuma: ...Yer hand, duh!

Yui: Ah...Sure...

*Rustle*

Yuma: It’s a pain to have ya wander off on yer own. ...Consider this a makeshift collar.

Yui: Geez...

( Okay, time to enjoy this after-school date to the fullest! )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Yuma: The fuck? That’s one hell of a queue...

Yui: They’re in line for popcorn! I heard they top it with various things and it’s very delicious!

Yuma: Gotcha. ...Anyway, at times like this, you’re really just like any other chick, huh?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Just the other day, ya were all flustered while gettin’ off to the feelin’ of my fangs diggin’ into yer skin...

Yui: God...I’ve always wanted to go on normal dates as well, you know?

( Well, I never thought I’d actually be able to given the circumstances... )

Yuma: A normal date, huh?

Yui: Yeah...?

Yuma: Normal...Che, I’m done rackin’ my brain over shit I don’t understand.

ー Yuma steps closer

Yui: Kyah?

Yuma: If I don’t get it...I guess I’ll just start by taggin’ along to try it out with ya.

Yui: Ah...

Yuma: Don’t get ahead of yerself, ‘kay? We’re headin’ straight home the second it becomes borin’.

Yui: Fufu...Deal!

Yuma: Then I’ll drag you to our room and pin you down...before messin’ ya up real good.

Yui: Y-Yuma-kun! Lower your voice!

Yuma: Aahn? Whatcha gettin’ all embarrassed ‘bout still?

Yui: ( That’s not the issue. Haah, I might never be able to show my face in this part of town again... )

Yuma: ...Che, is havin’ to act different from usual ‘cause some random strangers are watchin’ also part of this ‘normal date’ ya talked ‘bout?

Yui: Well...Not exactly.

( But I think our concept of ‘usual’ strays away a little from the general perception of normal... )

Yuma: Then you don’t mind, huh?

*Smooch*

Yui: Eeh?

Yuma: I don’t get what’s so bad ‘bout showin’ off that you’re mine?

This is normal to us, right?

Yui: C-Calm down...

( The people in line are stealing glances at us...Uu, how embarrassing. )

( However...As embarrassing as it may be, I don’t want to leave his warm embrace. )

( I guess I really... )

Yuma: Aah?

Yui: You don’t have to let go of me.

Yuma: Sure...

Yui: I really love you...

Yuma: ...Wait, whatcha sayin’ out of nowhere?

Yui: ...I don’t know. But I just felt like saying it.

Yuma: Well, I also...

...like ya a hella lot.

...Hehe. Do ya realize just how bold ya can be at times?

Yui: Maybe...But I’m still nowhere near your level?

Yuma: Hehe...I wonder.

But well...I like all sides of ya tho.

Yui: Thanks. I...feel the same.

( While our ‘normal’ might not exactly be the same as the rest of the world’s. )

( Still, that doesn’t matter as long as we’re happy. )

( I hope we can continue to add to those blissful moments. )

ーー THE END ーー

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Hot Springs (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,570

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, bad language, public, my shit writing, Ushijima being a beautiful man

Summary: You couldn’t remember the last time you and Ushijima got to spend proper time together, so when he suggests going to the hot springs for a date how could you refuse? Although, you two are doing a bit more than just enjoying the hot water.

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GUYS! I know it’s been a fucking minute😫 I’m still trying to get my shit together for school lmao. BUT I’ve been working on this fic for a while tbh, I was just never motivated to finish it until recently. I apologize in advance if it’s trash😂 BUT, I do have a couple of things to go over. First of all, thank you guys so much for being patient with me the past couple of weeks, I’ve definitely missed putting content out to you guys, I’ve just been super busy with life and school. Second of all, I know I have requests sitting in my inbox, I will do them. Eventually. The only reason why I’m even posting something new is because this story was already in the works, so since it’s done I decided to post it (it’s probably garbage idk lol). Third of all, I love you guys so much 😘😘😘😘 it’s been such a joy writing for you all, and I hope I continue to put out content you guys enjoy! As always, this story is dedicated to @sunshinewitchz because she’s the biggest Wakatoshi simp I know, and I love her so much and her endless support.

I hope you guys enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think of it😊😊

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“- Would you like to go?” Ushijima’s deep voice filtered through your ears; although you only heard the last part, you had no idea what he had said beforehand.

“Hmm?” you finally looked up at him, the paint brush in your hand stilled.

A soft frown coated his lips, sometimes you were far too engrossed in your art projects. Usually he didn’t mind, today was different though. It had been two weeks since the last time he had seen you, both of you far too busy to make time to spend together.

Of course, he would want your undivided attention, he missed you.

“I’m sorry Toshi, what were you saying?” you smiled sheepishly at him, carefully setting down the paintbrush, your eyes focused on him completely now.

“The hot springs. Do you want to go?” He asked again, his eyes flickering over your face.

Your lips pursed, your brain wracking through the dates to make sure you didn’t already have a prior commitment. “When?”

He let out another sigh, Ushijima loved you deeply, but when painting was involved… well, you were in a completely different world to the point that it was hard to hold a conversation with you.

But he also loved your passion for it, he loved how talented you were, how confident you were in your skills. It was proven time and time again whenever you produced your master pieces.

Although, all your artwork in his eyes were masterpieces.

You were the best masterpiece of all. Ushijima could stare at you for hours, he could watch you paint for hours, but right now, he wanted to be your sole focus.

“Do you want to go to the hot springs with me tomorrow?” he asked once more.

“Okay.” You smiled brightly at him, you didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, except to drop off a painting. Any chance you got to spend with Ushijima you would take.

“Okay.” he repeated, a soft smile coating his lips. “Finish up, we’ll go get food once you’re done.”

You definitely loved Ushijima.

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“Ushijima-senpai! Y/n-senpai!” Goshiki exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here!?”

“Your grandma asked for a commission piece! I’m just dropping it off now.” You smiled widely. “I didn’t know you would be here today!”

“I-I’m just visiting.” he stuttered out, his eyes awkwardly flickering over to Ushijima who paid him no mind, his eyes scanning the outer exterior of the house.

“I need to collect the money; do you know where she is?” You asked sweetly.

“She’s out in the garden, please come in.” He said awkwardly, stepping aside.

“I won’t be long Toshi!” You said cheerfully, pardoning yourself before you entered the home, leaving Goshiki and Ushijima standing at the entrance.

“This is nice wood, is it oak?” Ushijima asked suddenly, his eyes tracing over the large door.

“I don’t know Senpai…”

Silence once again surrounded them, but like you had said, the exchange didn’t take too long as you came walking up to the volleyball players cheerfully.

“All set Toshi! Let’s head out yeah?” you smiled up at him.

He nodded before taking your hand into his and waving goodbye at the male.

“Bye Goshiki! See you around!” you called out behind your shoulder.

Sometimes it was a wonder how you and Ushijima ended up together. The concept of “opposites attract” seemed to be in play for this.

Your bright and bubbly personality contrasted greatly with his. Ushijima’s blunt and rough exterior was the complete opposite of your gentle and easygoing one.

However, you guys shared one trait, and that was the undeniable confidence you guys had in your skills. Ushijima with volleyball, and you with art.

But despite the contrasting personalities, your relationship worked, the love and respect you guys had for one another was always present.

“That was really nice of that lady to give us our own spring. I didn’t even know that a place like this could have private ones!” You said happily as you guys walked towards the changing rooms.

“Yeah.” Ushijima nodded briefly, “see you in a bit.”

You grinned at him widely before skipping off into your own changing room.

You bummed softly to yourself as you began undressing. The showers felt incredible against your skin and you couldn’t help but sigh in content, a trip to the hot springs was something that you definitely needed after working so hard on your commissions.

You carefully wrapped yourself in the towel and started heading towards the spring. The change in temperature caused a shiver to run through your body, shuddering gently as the steam curled around your damp shoulders. You breathed in the soft scent of earth, sighing softly as your body relaxed in the hot springs air.

Your eyes scanned over the area, before pausing on a figure that left your heart racing and your stomach flipping.

Ushijima paid no attention to his surroundings; his stare was focused on the scenery before him. But that gave you plenty of time to drink in the tall male before you.

He was truly the most beautiful person you’ve ever met before. His broad shoulders and rippling back muscles were completely exposed to your greedy eyes.

How you ended up with such a beautiful man was beyond your comprehension.

“What are you waiting for?” His deep voice filtered through the air, your gaze met his olive eyes and you felt your face flush immediately.

“Just appreciating the view.” You said cheekily before dropping your towel and settling yourself down into the water.

A long sigh escaped your lips as you submerged yourself completely. This was heaven; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been to the hot springs, and the fact that you got to spend it with the man you loved the most, it was definitely pure heaven.

“The scenery is very nice here.” he agreed, eyes scanning over the area once more.

You laughed softly at his statement, your hand gently pressing into the bulging muscle of his bicep. “I wasn’t talking about the scenery. I was talking about you Toshi.”

Ushijima felt his expression soften considerably as he looked down at you. You were resting your head against his arm, your eyes closed in absolute bliss.

This time Ushijima decided to scan over you, and fuck… you were the best thing he’s ever seen.

His eyes drank in every inch of your beautiful face, his gaze trailing over the strands of wet hair clinging to your face, wrapping around your collarbone and then your shoulders and…

Oh.

He shamelessly stared at your exposed breasts. He could feel his heart rate beginning to pick up as he started to register in his mind that you… no both of you were extremely bare to one another.

Ushijima couldn’t understand this sudden shyness that began to bubble up in his gut. He had seen you bare so many times before, he’s touched you so many times before, he’s had you in every way that he could think of; and yet… What was this sudden rush of arousal spiking through his blood right now?

Your eyes fluttered open and met intense olive colored ones staring right back. You felt your mouth go dry, your stomach twisting in a way that was all too familiar.

The only times Ushijima has ever looked at you like that was when…

“What is it, Wakatoshi?” You teased slightly, the flush in your face was something that you could blame on the hot water, not the fact that your hunk of a boyfriend was blatantly staring at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

“You’re beautiful.” he said simply, reaching out to tug on a strand of your wet hair. His strong, thick fingers gently began trailing against the skin of your throat, skimming across your collarbone. Despite the hot water, you couldn’t help but shiver at his gentle touch.

“I meant… is there something that you want Wakatoshi?” You asked, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stared at him through your lashes.

“You. Always you.” he answered simply; his large hand curving gently around your jaw, cupping your face carefully.

Your stomach twisted pleasantly, an all too familiar burn bubbling deep within your gut, but also... your heart. Once again you were in awe of the man before you, the amount of love you held for him was far too much for your heart to contain, bubbling up and spilling over the longer you looked at him.

“You have me.” you said quietly, carefully pressing yourself closer to him, your hands rested gently against the bare skin of his chest, strong and oh so broad.

“Then kiss me.” he demanded, olive eyes burning into yours. Love and passion could clearly be seen in them.

So, you did. Your hands grabbing at his strong jaw, forcing him to stoop down to your level so you could properly kiss him.

Kissing Ushijima was possibly the best thing on the planet, his lips were full and strong as they moved against yours, unhurried, but incredibly needy and forceful.

His tongue licked against your mouth, hot and wet and deliciously perfect. You eagerly pressed yourself against his large body, melting against him completely. You were too hot, your body overheating immediately.

It was from the hot springs, right? Not from the hunk of a man that was currently grabbing at your bare waist and yanking you tighter against him, right?

Your head spun dizzily, pleasure rippling through your body, a soft whimper tearing through your throat as you felt his growing member press tight against your thigh.

Ushijima heard you, his grip on your body tightened slightly as he continued to devour your mouth. He began moving you, carefully backing you up further away from the deep end of the hot spring, and then your body was being lifted up until you were no longer in the hot water, rather, you were now sitting on the ledge of the hot springs.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your nipples hardening into pebbles under Ushijima’s watchful eyes.

From your perched position on the rocks you could easily kiss Ushijima and he could easily…

“W-What are you doing?” you whimpered out, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth, your heart was racing, faced flush, as you stared at the tall male.

His large hands were gripping your thighs, carefully moving them apart, his eyes gazing hungrily at your weeping cunt.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked slowly, and then he was stooping down until his face was between your legs… a hot, fat, tongue sliding up your slit.

You gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned back on one of your elbows, your hand covering your mouth shot out and tangled into his damp hair.

Ushijima hummed slightly, tongue gently flickering against your throbbing clit.

He wanted to do this here? Now?

A thick finger slid easily into your wet entrance, causing your thighs to tremble at the sudden intrusion.

Apparently yes. Yes, he did.

When you finally opened up your eyes, the scene before you was absolutely sinful. Your swollen lips parted in awe as you made eye contact with Ushijima.

His pupils were dilated, the soft olive color completely gone. His wet hair clung to his face, you could see his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he continued to eat you out.

How was he so fucking perfect?

“Toshi… please.” you begged, pressure beginning to build up, you were so close, but you wanted him. You wanted his thick cock to stretch you out completely right now.

“Is there something you want?” he asked, voice deep and thick with arousal. His plush lips were wet, coated in your slick.

Oh fuck.

How did he look so fucking good between your legs?

“You. Please. No more foreplay, I want you inside me already, please.” you trembled, watching as he stood to full height.

Your eyes greedily ran down his naked body. He was just so… so fucking big, in so many ways.

The strong muscles of his arms, his chest, his stomach, stood proudly on display for you. But as your eyes traveled lower; you could almost drool over the sight of his erect cock, standing proud and ready to be engulfed in your tight heat.

His fist enclosed over his hard member, pumping up and down his shaft a couple of times before he finally stepped between your trembling legs. Carefully rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked folds, your eyes fluttered at the touch.

But then with a quick snap of his hips he entered you, bottoming out immediately.

His lips slammed down against yours, muffling the loud moan that was about to escape your lips.

Fuck, you were so full. No matter how many times Ushijima had you, you could never quite get used to his large size.

It was almost too much. But he knew that, which was why he waited for a moment, allowing you the time to get used to thick intrusion.

One of his large hands grabbed at your hip, the other was resting near your head against the ground.

After a few moments, your legs wrapped around his thick waist, a silent invitation that he could start moving.

Ushijima didn’t even hesitate, his hips snapping forward, his cock pressing into the deepest part of your tight heat.

The pace of his thrusts was unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to fuck you, despite the fact that you guys were at a hot spring.

“Do you hear that?” he murmured; soft squelching could be heard from your lower region. You were absolutely soaked, drenching his thick cock as he slid in and out of you perfectly.

You gripped at his broad shoulders helplessly, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you trembled under his large body.

It was too much… the hot springs, his body, his kisses, the grunts that were coming from his lips, the fact that your boyfriend was fucking you in a public place…

“I’m close.” you squeaked out, nails digging into his skin. The familiar burn, the ache for release; was coming up quickly.

His deep thrusts began to speed up, his hips hammering into you.

“Then cum.” he demanded, his hand reaching down to rub harshly at your swollen clit.

So, you did, gushing around him easily, your slick coating his hard member. He grunted loudly, immediately pulling himself out of you, his fist once again enclosing around his member as he hurriedly pumped himself, searching for release.

Thick ropes of his warmth shot onto your lower belly, hot and heavy against your skin.

You watched tiredly as he brushed the wet hair away from his forehead, his eyes trailing over your bare body, a soft expression easily covering his face now. Carefully he pulled you back into the water, situating you on his lap easily as you rested your head against his strong chest.

You sighed in content as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you Wakatoshi.” you said quietly, you peered up at him, a sweet smile coating your lips.

“I love you too.” he said eyes flickering down at you, a small smile appearing on his face.

A trip to the hot springs was definitely a good idea.

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erensproudsimp · 3 years

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Celestial

Armin Arlert x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings: sort of public sex?, Cunnilingus, vanilla sex, masturbation, a lil bit of fluff too

Summary: A date with Armin at his family owned theater, Armin makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive. *cough*y'all bang too*cough*

word count:3.4k

Also, fanart is by atosaido on insta.

Gazing at the sunset at the horizon spreading its rich hues of red blended with orange, purple and cimsons into the grateful sky when you heard your phone chime. The name on the notification itself was enough to pull the corners of your mouth into a smile. Gently you placed the book that you were reading on the table to grab your phone and unlocked it to see the message. It was from your boyfriend, Armin. Your heart swelled reading the contents. Armin requested you to get ready for a date that he was coming to fetch you in like an hour, however he didn't mention where he'd be taking you. Not giving yourself a chance to try to assume the location, you looked at the time. It was currently six in the afternoon, plenty of time to dress up until seven.

Clothes thrown all over your room, scavenging the closet you were having trouble settling on an aesthetic for your outfit. Since Armin was the type of person to take you to places that could be either cosy or extravagant or both, you made up your mind to a dark academia getup. A brown checkered mini skirt complimented with a beige sweater seemed to be quite perfect for the date. Your hair straightener was heating up while you were doing a light make up. Ten minutes later you were ready. It was almost seven as you went outside to wait for Armin's car to pull up to your apartment.

A fresh chilly wind brushed against your face pickling your nostrils but it brought you out of your daydreams to your senses as you felt alive and connected to reality. You rubbed your nose for warmth with your sleeve when right at that moment a white BMW. You swore your heart leaped in your chest upon seeing him. Like a happy puppy running to its owner, that's how Armin saw you when you were running in your boots to him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you jumped for a hug. Armin being quite well-built was able to handle your weight as he lifted you up to spin you around.

"Ahaha y/n I'm so glad to see you," Armin's voice muffled against your hair.

"Me too Armin, me too," you replied pulling back to make eye contact with him.

You had no idea how Armin liked you saying his name, especially when you were screaming it.

"Let's get in the car shall we? It's getting a little chilly," Armin said opening your door to let you in. You gave him a light smile for his chivalry. Closing it after you sat, he went to take his place in the driver's seat.

"So, are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" you asked him.

"Hmmm, nope," Armin answered bopping your nose with his index finger, "I'm keeping as a surprise till we reach it, besides I think you'd probably guess it with the route we're taking."

"Well then, let's see if I guess it right. Let's go!" you excitedly shouted.

Analysing the passing buildings and blocks, a light bulb went off in your head.

"Wait, are we going to your family owned theater?" crossing your fingers you questioned.

"Heh, you've got a good memory," Armin smiled over to you one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh rubbing small circles.

Shrieking in happiness, you couldn't help it as that theater was nothing but a comfort place for you. Pressing the button to pull down the transparent glass, you let the cold wind hit your face making your hair fly, a smile stretching your mouth aware that this was going to be a good night well spent. Across the seat, Armin admired you for a while before pulling into the parking. How he wished he could keep looking at you forever. You were like drugs to him, no matter how much he consumed of your presence or just you in general, he's never satisfied.

Before you could get out, Armin came to your door to open it, extending his hand. Taking it, he pulled you closer to him, faces millimeters away. Smiling against his mouth but you didn't kiss him. Instead, you placed your finger between your lips, "Quite a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Only for you my love," Armin replied dragging you to the theater's entrance.

Hand in hand, you both ran to the magnificent creation that was the building. Nobody was in sight signaling you that you two were the only beings present in that place. The only sounds that could be heard were you and Armin's giggling and the rustling of the trees with the wind. The moon was shining so bright in the sky lit up by thousands of stars. It's brightness was the same as the one Armin brought in your life. He was your sole source of joy alongside the reason why you adored being alive so much.

"You really like the night sky, don't you?" Armin asked as he looked at you staring at the moon.

"A lot. The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I could die happy."

Your heart felt lighter than air at his answer.

"Before we go inside, mind if I blindfold you? I don't want to ruin the surprise," Armin requested holding up a black cloth.

"Sure thing," you replied as he tied it lightly so as not to hurt you.

Rather than taking your hands to guide you inside, Armin choose an easier method which was to carry you in his arms. At first you were bewildered but then when it hit you, it didn't really faze you as he was always doing sweet unexpected actions like this. He treated you as though you were the most precious thing to him, which you in all honesty were.

While he was walking to take you to the destined spot, he couldn't stop himself to gaze at you. You gave so much meaning to his life and to every little thing to him. From the feeling of the first sunlight hitting his skin, he was reminded of your warm smile to the moonlight illuminating the dark sky, he thinks of the way you bring him positivity even in the toughest of situations. He couldn't be in anymore bliss as this was the definition of heaven to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck for support, he was carrying his literal embodiment of happiness.

Gently putting you down, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"I'm more than ready!" mirthfully you exclaimed.

"Okay then", Armin said removing your blindfold, "Ta-dah."

At that moment, you couldn't decide whether you were more likely to smile because of what you were seeing or more likely to cry because of what you were seeing. Your mind chose the later as tears started to run down your cheeks.

"He-Hey, don't cry, why are you crying?" Armin confoundedly wiped your tears with his thumbs as he cupped your face.

"Did you do all of this... for me?" sniffing you looked at him.

"For who else did I do this stupid? Of course it's for you y/n", he beamed.

Apart from the usual dark room with a dark vibe like a traditional theater has, for this date, Armin had set up projections on the ceiling. And it wasn't any type of projection, it was the space scattered all across the white roof.

In awe, your eyes widen at the celestial beauty in front of you. Stars twinkling like little fairy lights, even a nebula in vivid details. It doesn't stop at that as there were loads of other spatial phenomenons occurring. Not only did Armin set up a picnic on the stage but beside it was also a mattress big enough to accommodate both of you to 'stargaze'. The fabric set with Ratatouille in a bowl, a bottle of red wine glimmering under the light and various pastries sat in soliditary splendor in the middle of the wide open space which was the stage.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you Armin", you said sitting on the cloth spread on the wooden floor.

"No, I feel like the luckiest man to have the most perfect woman," he corrected you as he was pouring some wine into your glass.

Red tinted your cheeks.

"Cheers ?"

"Cheers," you raised your glass to clink with his.

This night couldn't be any more flawless.

A nice dinner in your favorite place with your favorite person, what else could you ask more?

As soft as clouds, the mattress sunk in with both of your weights. The wine coursing through your veins served as intoxication transporting you into this realm of abstractional interstellar.

Still mesmerised by the exquisite visual that resembled as though some heavenly artist had crushed crystals into his paint and then colored the cosmos with the finest of brushes, it didn't even compare to the beautiful man on whom you were laying on. Your hand on his chest, head on his shoulder, Armin held you so close to him as though you were going to disappear if he looked away. The blues and purples of the projection caressed his face.

Moving strands of your hair away with his finger, Armin asked, "What's the matter y/n?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering how pretty you are."

"I-I thank you," Armin blushed.

Gosh he was so cute.

Lifting yourself up, a frown on Armin's face at your action but then replaced by a astonishing look when he realised that you were straddling him. You had no clue of what you were doing, maybe it's was the wine or maybe it was just your desire for him, nonetheless, you craved his touch.

Your soft skin reflecting the light of the led made his fingers curl with the urge to stroke it. To his surprise, you grabbed his hands and placed it on your thighs revealed with your skirt lifted up. A light squeeze was given to them as Armin began stroking with his thumb waiting for your next move. The light illuminating from your behind aligned your figure making you appear as an angel in Armin's sight. Running your index finger from his cheekbones to his lips, you neared your bodies to press your boobs on his chest as you kissed him. His left hand dragged up your flesh to grab your ass while the right one entangled itself in your hair pulling your faces closer. Lips overlapping each other as you fought for dominance with him. Though Armin seems like a very sweet guy but looks may deceive, well, not completely. In bed he's like a cocktail, a combination of gentleness like flavored syrup or juice and of roughness like the alcohol in the drink.

Pushing your hips to his pelvis area, a groan leaving his lips cued you to further tease him. Up and down you grinded on him. Breaking the kiss to pull back, Armin went lower to your neck to pepper small kisses all over your sensitive skin, all the way to your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth to back on your neck to suck on your sweet spot. A light pain accompanied with pleasure made a tiny 'ah' leave your lips as he was marking your body. This only turned Armin more than he already was the moment he saw you.

Bringing his face back up , you collided your lips to his, more passionate than before. Sloppily you unbuttoned his shirt.

Abruptly he grabbed your back to switch positions with you. His chest now exposed was in front of your eyes. Removing the fabric off his body, his muscles shined in the light. This man was built like an art piece, his chest sculptured like the Greek soldiers.

"Allow me to be the one to please you," Armin's breath tickled your ear.

Feather like touches brushed your throat down to between your breasts to your stomach through your clothes. He took all the time in the world to appreciate the fact that you were with him and for him. You've probably never experienced such tenderness before meeting Armin. While making out with you, he his hands underneath your sweater to cup your boobs unaware of the dampness pooling between your legs.

With a swift motion, Armin took off your sweater and threw it across the stage. Black laced bra covering your breasts made you look more lustful. Armin's breath hitched in his throat.

"I don't think I'd ever get enough on beautiful you are y/n, everytime I undress you, it always feel as though it's the first time", he breathed.

You tugged at his belt, unbuckling it.

"Then show me how much you want me," you swiped your thumb over his lips.

Armin smirked. If looks could kill, you'd probably be dead by that.

"As you wish my lady."

Armin's big hands stroke your curves, brushing his lips from your collarbones slowly down your bellybutton but he didn't kiss your skin until he pulled down your skirt for your damp fabric to come in view to him. His soft lips didn't hesitate to press against your core.

"Ah- Armin-"

"You look so hot making that face, baby," Armin replied mouth still on you, you felt the vibrations of his voice through your underwear giving you goosebumps.

Armin dragged his tongue from the buttom to your clitoris, sucking on it making your underwear even wetter.

"Does this feel good?"

"Hmmm yes~," you reached out to grab his hair.

He chuckled at your reaction and proceeded to remove your last piece of garment. Your entrance dripping with anticipation, Armin gulped hard.

Like a wild animal out of cage, Armin attacked your pussy with his mouth. You leaped at his rough action and gripped on his hair for dear life as it seemed like this man wasn't going to leave you until he's had every part of you. Out of nowhere, Armin stuck his tongue into you making you arch your back. Thrusting it in and out of you, he gripped your hips in place so that you wouldn't squirm away.

"Gosh you have no idea how good you taste y/n," Armin panted sending chills down your spine.

Your tiny little pants and moans only fueled him to gain speed as he flicked your pearl in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh-ah-Armin- Don't stop I'm close ~"

Taking your words into command, Armin didn't cease until you gasped and released everything in his mouth.

He swallowed every single drop of you as though it was his last time drinking any sort of liquid. While he was licking his lips to consumed everything he removed his pants as you were catching your breath. His dick sprung free from his cage, tip leaking with precum.

"May I?"lining his dick in front of your cunt he asked for consent.

"Just fuck me already Armin."

Slowly, Armin stoked it on your wet folds to lubricate it for it to enter more smoothly. Wet sounds of both of your excrements mixing filled the theater.

"Fuck you're so tight,"Armin groaned in his first thrust into you,"Are you okay baby? Do you want time to adjust? "

Still panting over his big size you nodded your head, your arm covering your eyes.

"It's okay love, take your time," Armin gently moved your hand away from your face to stroke your cheeks.

"Okay, you can move now," a minute later you told him.

Intertwining your fingers, Armin held your hand while the other held for support on the bed, Armin began to move.

With the projector in the background, this moment seemed so magical.

"You feel so good y/n arg-"

You hummed still doused in this dreamy state. The world around you blurred as the only thing visible in your peripheral vision was paradise. You could feel him moving so slowly between your walls, each of his popping veins so clearly. With time passing, your need for him grew bigger.

"Please go faster Armin."

"Anything for you," he replied as he picked up speed, this time more rougher on you.

Skin slapping, you arched your back, this time Armin slipping his hand on your back to make your bodies touch each other. Chests rising and falling rapidly, you brushed Armin's hair from his face to see his expressions better.Face twisted with pleasure, this man was so attractive.

It wasn't long until you felt the knot building up in your stomach.

"Y/n I'm-I'm close"

"Me too Armin, please cum with me"

Eyes boring into yours, Armin didn't hesitate to go even more rough with you.

Bending down Armin kissed you as he released his hot fluids into you.

"Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you my lady," Armin moved your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"No Armin, I know you could never hurt me, that's why I love you."

"I love you too y/n," Armin kissed your nose.

Helping you to get up, he took some tissues from the straw bag in which he carried all the food in. While you were tying your hair into a ponytail, Armin wiped his cum from your body.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess on your beautiful skin y/n."

"Armin, why are you even appologising for this, please don't ," you giggled then grabbed his hands and kissed them.

Inhaling a deep breath, Armin got up to fetch your clothes and helped you wear them.

"Let me drop you home okay?" he carried you in bridal style to the car due to your legs shaking and being unstable. Throughout the whole voyage back, you just wished this night could last forever but alas reality is a bitch. His hands warming your thighs till his car reached your house and he took you to your bathroom to help you get into the bathtub.

Not wanting to hold him any longer, you reassured him that you were now okay and that he could take care of the theater to clean it for business the next day. The thought of people coming to a place where you and Armin banged without them being aware of it brought all the blood to rise up in your cheeks.

Parking the car, Armin entered the building with the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Taking care of all the stuff on the stage and cleaning it, he went to remove the projectors. Out of the blue it clicked in his head. Security cameras. Heaving a sigh of relief that he recalled this crucial detail, he rushed into the surveillance room to discard of the recordings for the night. However, before he did that, he did in fact consider to watch it. Debating in his head like attorneys in a courtroom he finally yielded to looking at them. He didn't even play the video that he was already blushing redder than his blood. Pressing the play button, he sat down on the wheelchair.

Holy shit did he not regret watching it. Even in bad lighting, you looked so hot on camera. It felt illegal for Armin to be doing whatever he was doing then.

"Ah-ah Armin-" you moaned his name and that awakened something in him or more like that hardened something in him.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

From his pants, he could see the lining of his growing erection but he tried to ignore it. Eventually it began to feel a little painful from the restriction of release. Giving in into his urges, he unzipped his pants to let his dick breath from its suffocation.

He hissed as he spread the oozing precum across the tip looking himself eating you out. With his face buried between your legs, at that moment he couldn't clearly see your facial expressions compared to now.

The way your breath got stuck in your throat, your mouth made an 'o' when you tried to control your moans. The next time he was going to make love to you, he's keeping in mind to prevent you from holding back the sounds you make as he wants to hear each and every one of them.

Stroking his shaft up and down just like he's thrusting in and out of you, his motions rhythmic, he threw his head back on the chair hearing your sweet voice resonating the room.

Sinful.

To his shock, he came at the exact timing he came within you in the recording. Letting his actions absorb, still drown into the cloudiness of his mind, Armin couldn't wait for the day he could at last marry you.

Without further ado, he deleted the clips after he sent them to his phone as a token.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

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lichenlad · 2 years

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Smol fic about Spamton having a nice evening : )

(No OCs or y/n, just Spamton)

“[Closing sale!]” Spamton said to himself in his salesman cadence, closing his store’s door for the day. The keys jangled in his pocket as he made one last bout around, walking around his store to check that everything, or the little that he had there, was in place. He mulled over in his head how he should spend this evening, the weather was pleasant, maybe he could enjoy watching the ads on the billboards or store TVs play for a bit. The younger addisons today had no idea how to make good ads anymore, they’d say just about anything! The cars they made were hideous too, where had real class gone? His disappointment was immeasurable, his day was made.

He paused for a moment, admiring his handmade mural. For many years, his rendition of heaven had kept his thoughts in happier places. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses and shut them for a moment, thinking. He envisioned the all-too-green, liminal rolling hills, the bright blue sky patched with white whisps. He could feel a gentle warmth on his cool face. Bliss.

“[[Heaven]] … please hear my BEGGING and don’t [[leave me on read]]. Help me become a [BIG SHOT]. I need [hyperlink blocked]. Freedom from [hungry?] [[Got join pain?]] [it was a cold and stormy night]. I believe. I believe in [hyperlink blocked].” He felt the warmth of the indescribable light on him.

“I will be F- FR- FREE

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F̵̧̧̧̧̧̨̛̛̦̬̤͕̙̳̝͔̥͚̘̼̱͕̳̣̯̱͈͔͉̖͍̖͎̠͙̮̯̻͐́̓͒͂̈́̀̄̽̈́͂̓͒̊̉͆̌͜͝r̶̨̡̧̛̛̯̳̥̙͚̜͉̟͔̣̬͈͉̠͓̰̩͇͖͖̜̥͓̺̫̩̺̙̬̦͕͋̈́̌̌̄͂͂͒͛͗̀̅̉̿̓͘̚͘͜ͅe̷̛͕͚̼̦̓̊́̊͂̈́̇̏͛̃̎̽͑̈́͐̋̓̍̆̓̍̋̀̅̈́͂͗̎̑̕é̷̛͇͎̼͔̺̦̻̬̠̺̟̻̜͇̲̭̇̓͐͑̄́͋̒̉̔̌̎̀ͅ

B̴̧͖̿͠͝u̶̧͈̣̯͔̅͘ÿ̶̡̨̥͇̺͔́͋ ̸̢̛͉̝̰̫̫̲̄̀̒̒ö̶͈̲̮̭̺̥̠͔̉̈́͆̈́n̴̛̥͔̘͋̌̈́͑̌͂è̴͉̩̦̙̤̽̂̄́ ̶̨̭̓̀͜g̵̢͔̫̦͉͖̼͋̑̒̑̈́́̈͜͝ë̸̬̝̳̏t̵̤̖̝͍̟̂̚ ̶̡̗̯̅͋͘1̶̺̬̺̠̌̊͜ ̶̢͇̪̝̞͎̃̾̋́͒̄͊͌ͅf̷̪͚̝̲͊̌͛̂̀̇ř̶͇̮̞̱͌͒͝ḛ̵̻̋͛͌̐͛e̵̯͇͈̞̤̗̊̐͗̐̒͝͠ “

A sharp pain in his hand swiped his attention and he opened his eyes again, his gaze returned to his time-worn painting. He had a few Kromer, for tonight at least hunger was a solvable problem. “A [MENS CLOTHING 50% OFF]” he said, grasping the few Kromer he had in his worn hand. He was usually unlucky, but tonight he had a good feeling despite his aching stomach and hand.

Spamton left his shop stepping out onto the street, he made his way downtown, not walking very fast. He walked down the bright street, past the old boxes in the Trash Zone. In the city the shop lights bathed him in neon. The TVs in the windows played ads like a kaleidoscope, their audio just barely a second off from the next. Sometimes it almost sounded like the Queen’s noise music. He hoped for a car ad, those were his favorite to make fun of, but right now it was mostly for pots and pans. “Mays Billie here!! You gotta have our new FLEX PAN™! The super strong waterproof pan that can cook anything – big or small! It grows and shrinks to cook whatever you want! Need something to store all your food in??? It can do that! Need a pan to cook one (1) CD bagel?? It can shrink and cook it perfectly! Your pipes leaking? Use flex pan to catch the water!! Flex Pan™ saved my marriage! It just works! Comes in pansexual colors™! Get yours today!”

Some laughter caught his attention, two plugboys walked past him, they seemed to not notice him at all. “How many times are you going to tell me that story? Haha!” “As many times as you’ll hear it!” They both laughed again. “No but really, I hope my performance review at the Cyber Bakery goes well tomorrow, I’ve been working so hard!” the first said the second. “I know it will, besides if it doesn’t I’ll give them a .. uh.. knuckle .. sandwich” The second piped up. “ I told you before,” the first laughed “we don’t make sandwiches!” Spamton frowned. He sometimes had a gaggle of friends in his store, sometimes their friendship helped him scam one or both of them and this brought him joy but here all saw was their display as they continued on into the evening together. He found himself scowling a bit although he didn’t dwell on what pissed him off. He felt the Kromer in his pocket again, feeling a bit better. At least he would get something to eat, the Cyber Bakery didn’t sound like a bad idea either there was no risk of running into any coworkers there, not that they’d acknowledge him if they did see him. He started to continue further into the bright city, leaving the friends and the Addison riddled TV chatter behind.

The bakery was playing some music, one of those reverse diss-tracks the Queen permitted. He walked in, the smell of CDbagels, phish pies, other pies, and browser cookies was inviting. He eyed the menu for something substantial, wondering when he might have enough Kromer to splurge like this again. Even with his glasses the text was hard to read from where he was. Their pies were fairly big he thought, maybe he’d get some coffee too. It was evening now but Spamton slept very irregularly and figured he could spend tonight crunching some numbers on his sales to see which things were selling the best. At least staying up and running numbers would give him something fun to do and avoid those awful dreams he had sometimes, besides splurging now and again isn’t a bad thing he told himself. He deserved it after all. “Pie and a coffee? Sure thing!” The cashier said, taking his dark dollars. “Oh! Would you like a browser cookie too? We’re giving them out free today!” “Sure [thank you!]” Spamton said, taking one. The pie and coffee were warm in his hands, he held his hands together and briefly shut his eyes “[Graceful]” he said and he ate.

After eating he continued further into the cit. He glanced down a familiar alley, he had stayed in that dumpster before for a few months but the mauses made it impossible to stay there long term and especially hard to find food. Curiosity got the better of him though and he opened the dumpster to look inside. He was pretty unlucky, but every once in a while he’d find something useful and tonight and he had a feeling that this was one of those nights. He popped the lid open and looked inside – mostly trash, he looked around to avoid anything sharp or rotting and pushed some boxes aside, he had a feeling about this one.

A genuine smile overcame his puppet face as he (ph)ished out a lightly used painting kit, who could throw out something so nice!? More for him. He admired the find in his sore hands, the blue, red, yellow, and black were all still mostly untouched and even the green that was over ½ used still had some paint left. He imagined painting his old red Cungedero with heaven behind him, or painting his favorite ad that he had been in long ago, maybe he should paint 1997 Cyber City and the parade that the Queen sneakily planned on his birthday. Even Cyber City’s typical night scape was beautiful if you went to the right place. Spamton started on his way home, whatever he decided to paint with those half-used colors, he’d have enough light by his dumpster to paint it how he liked.

#haven't written anything in a long time but I finally did!#hope you like it! I wanted to focus on more mundane moments because I think those are really nice #This is more of a drabble but I really had to get it out because it just kept sitting in my head you know?#spamton #text #deltarune #fanfic #also I thought it'd be funny if he thought saying grace literally just meant saying and eating - not praying or anything else lol #which like that's valid too I just thought it'd be funny #my stuff

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aitarose · 3 years

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THE THEORY OF US (H. IWAIZUMI) pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

synopsis: crushes are always inevitably revealed, whether through confessions or actions—however, you never thought you’d finally get the chance to make iwaizumi hajime yours during one of your many study sessions in the empty mathematics classroom.

word count: 1.3k

genre: high school, mutual pining, fluff, based on me hating my math class and not wanting to take my test, unedited

warnings: suggestive content, making out?

notes: hey sexcs, i wrote all of this during that speed write and this is completely not proof read at all bc im tired and want to fall asleep—but here’s what i have lmao

↳ DIRECTORY

There was a way in the posture of his stance, how he stood over the desk, hand supporting his body while staring down at your paper—deep veins protruding out of his skin, his muscles stiff as his concentration stayed on you and only you. It was like he was an addiction, something that you knew you couldn't have but just so wanted to taste—have a small bite of what was Iwaizumi Hajime, and never let go.

However, as the two of you were alone in the empty classroom, going over the questions that you had gotten incorrect on your last quiz, trying to find solutions that apparently he could solve—as the highest-ranking member of the class—all your mind could pay attention to was the feeling of his breath on the back of your neck. How it made shivers run up the back of your spine, heartbeat racing as a need inside of you grew into something worthwhile. Something that you just couldn't ignore.

"Iwa." You sighed, closing the textbook and placing your hand over his—the dainty fingers touching the calloused palms, noticing how rough and patched they were, wishing that you could hold them all of the time—walk through the hallways as his girl, as the person that was his and only his. "We've been at this for an hour now—if we're ever going to make any progress, it won't be today. My brain is practically fried."

He sighed, bringing his arm up and running a hand through the mess of hair on the top of his head. Brown locks falling just above his eyebrows as his eyes narrowed on you—determination at the tip of his tongue. "No," he shook his head, believing that he was capable of getting you that perfect score, that one-hundred percent in the class. "I can help, Y/N. Just trust me, okay? If anyone's going to help, it's going to be me."

With his words, you nodded—having been in somewhat of a trance in the deepness of his gaze, blood rushing hot whilst he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you quickly and reopening the notes. You bit your lip, having him so close—a mere ruler length away from your body was torture, it was completely threatening to every sense of rationality in your brain.

He was your tutor, that person that was trusted to keep your grades up—to make sure that you succeeded in class and didn't lose your perfect GPA—but he was also Iwaizumi. He was that boy who'd hold the door open for students in the halls even if he was running late for class. The type of guy to always remember your birthday when you're only acquaintances and get you a small little gift for the special occasion.

If there was any perfect guy in the world, any boy that neared your perfect match—it was him.

So, knowing that you might never get the opportunity again, that you may never be as close as you are now—as close as two platonic friends could be—you took his palm in yours and asked him the simplest question that any girl could say to the guy of her dreams. "Can I kiss you?" A little stutter spoke in your voice, nerves wracking your mind and fear in your eyes as he froze mid-sentence, trailing off on the probability theory that you'd been working on.

There was a bit of hesitation in his stature, a weary nature that you hadn't quite seen before—it was frightening, the unexpected, whatever could come as a result from that one question. From that one single chance that you'd decided to take. "What did you just say?" He looked up, eyes on yours, hand still beneath the softness of your skin as you gulped. Before you could even respond, Iwaizumi took matters into his own hands—grabbing your cheeks and surging forwards, pressing his lips to your own.

It felt like ecstasy, him kissing you. If heaven was real in any way, this would be what it'd feel like to live there. To feel the wonders of pure paradise all of the time, twenty-four-seven in absolute bliss—no worries in the air, just utter happiness, and sensuality. He was your match, the person that you'd always wanted, and now you finally had him—you finally had him above you, tilting your head up with his pointer beneath your chin as his mouth moved with yours.

"Iwa." You attempted to say between kisses, breaths heavy and harsh, heart pounding out of your chest as he pulled away—eyes wide and lust-filled. "Iwa are you sure about this? I don't want you doing anything you're uncomfortable with." You folded your hands in your lap, watching as he sat back into the desk beside yours, falling into the chair as he once again ran his fingers through his tangled hair.

After a moment of silence, a smile overtook his face—a bright and wonderful beam of joy directed towards you—directed towards you and only you. "C'mere." He patted his knee, gesturing for you to come closer, to join him in the small and cramped space—to which you obliged. After all, what were you going to do? Ignore him? This was Iwaizumi Hajime we were talking about, Seijoh's esteemed ace. In no world would you ever ignore his wants and needs.

Immediately, his grip found your waist. Holding it with force as he settled you into his lap—connecting your lips once more as a gasp escaped your throat, surprised by the aggression that he was showing, surprised by how much he seemed to want you. As you carried on, heated and heavy with lust and attraction, infatuation in the middle of your high school mathematics classroom—his lips began to trail down.

It was everything you ever wanted, him peppering showers of love off of your jaw and neck—softly sucking and nipping, leaving small bruises on the pinkness of your skin—marks that you'd have a hell of a time figuring out how to cover up after all this was over. "Oh my god." You moaned out, arms holding his head to your body, making sure that he wasn't going to let go anytime soon. "Keep going. Keep going, Iwa."

He paused, disobeying your demands and taking a quick glance up at your face. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, how you closed your eyes at his touch, mouth gaped open and gasping for air—it was a sight that he never wanted to get tired of, a sight that he'd been wanting to see for months now as you sat beside him in class. "Call me Hajime." He nodded, referencing the former title that you'd known him by. "You can call me Hajime, Y/N."

A light flush rose to your cheeks at the sound of your promotion, knowing that this meant that this wasn't going to be a one-time thing—that this could potentially be the start of a relationship, a long and lasting relationship between the two of you that could one day result in love. Love that you'd dreamed of since setting eyes on the brunette boy. "Then keep going, Hajime." Your eyes narrowed, challenging him to continue, challenging him to satisfy the needs you both were striving to complete.

With your wishes granted he cupped your face, hands covering the skin of your red blossoms and molding his mouth over yours for the third time that afternoon—biting the bottom of your lip and moving his tongue with your own. He was an exceptional kisser, that was for certain. There was no one in your past that even came close to how fantastic he'd already begun to make you feel—no past relationship that held a candle to the butterflies that grew in your stomach when he was around.

The butterflies that were the first of many, the first of millions on millions of jitters and nerves that would always arise with him. A relationship that was one of the books—all beginning in this small math classroom, with one question and one kiss that led to an infinite amount to follow. Your future was Hajime, and his future was you.

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