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natti-ice · 2 months

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you’re my favorite writer! could you pls make one of eddie asking chrissy/fem!reader to marry him? 🥹🥹

Thank you so much<3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship (0.9k words)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

"Come on baby, we're almost there" Eddie reassured you as he led you deeper into the woods, his hand wrapped around yours gently pulling you towards your destination. He refused to tell you where you were going, he even made you put on a blind fold just to ensure the surprise wasn't ruined. You could only tell you were in the woods because of the sound of leaves being crushed under your feet and the sounds of crickets filling the dead air with their song.

"How much further?" You ask, you're starting to get a little nervous about what he has in store. Eddie has never been the best at keeping surprises a secret, every birthday or holiday when he gets you something special he ends up spoiling the surprise because of how excited he is to give it to you. He tries so hard to keep his mouth shut but the overwhelming desire to make you happy wins every time.

"Just a few more feet, I promise" you can feel his hand becoming clammy, he's definitely nervous about something but you can't figure out what it is. Eddie being nervous wasn't a new thing in your relationship, in fact when you first started dating he was nervous all the time. On your first date you were surprised he didn't pass out after he asked to hold your hand, his face was beet red and he kept twisting his ring on his index finger as he stuttered over his sentences. A lot of girls would find that unattractive or that he lacked confidence in himself but you found it endearing, his soft smile and his nervous laugh as he asked about all your hobbies showed you that he was truly interested in you.

When he asked you to be his girlfriend officially, you would've thought someone had just handed him a million dollars with how happy he was. You could see all his teeth with that big goofy smile plastered on his face after you said yes, you remember that day so vividly, it's crazy to think that it was almost four years ago now. Since then, your relationship has been a dream come true. Eddie has been the best boyfriend you've ever had but he's an even better friend, even when you two hit a rough patch he was there for you when you needed him.

"Watch your step- riiight here" Eddie stops you in your tracks and turns you to face north "no peaking, keep that blind fold on until I say take it off okay?"

"Okay" you say hesitantly, your heart starts to race as you anticipate what you're about to see. You hear Eddie take a few steps away from you and take a deep breath before speaking "alright you can take it off" his voice shakes slightly.

You slowly untie the bandana wrapped around your head and pull it off, you let your eyes adjust to the light being looking at your surroundings. You look at the ground and realize that you and Eddie are standing in the middle of a heart made out of lit candles, you look up at him and see that soft nervous smile he gave you on your first date.

"What's all this, Eddie?" You question, his hands shake slightly as he grabs both of yours gently.

You see all his emotions on his face, he looks down at your hands as he speaks. "This is something I've wanted to do for a while now" he swallows thickly before finally meeting your gaze. "I love you so damn much and I can't wait another day to ask you this" he releases one of your hands and digs into his pocket and pulls out a box. You immediately know what's going on, your heart is now pounding so hard you can barely hear him speak. You dreamed of this moment for years and now it's finally here.

He slowly gets down on one knee and looks up at you, "you are the love of my life, I have never met anyone in my life who gets me the way you do. I've spent months trying to find the best way to ask you this," he starts then chuckles softly to himself "hell, I've been trying to come up with something romantic to say as we walked up here but I realized I just need to tell you how I feel." He shakily opens the box revealing a ring with a modest diamond on it "I love you more than anything in this world, it would be the greatest honor if you'd agree to be my wife... will you marry me?"

You could feel every hair on your body raise as you hear those words, he actually wants to marry you, of course he's always said he has but right here, right now he's asking you officially.

"Yes" you blurt out before you could think about an answer, you didn't have to think because you knew. You always knew.

His nervous smile turns into one filled with pure joy, "yes? You really want to marry me?"

You giggle softly "yes, more than anything!" He laughs as he takes the ring out of the box and puts it on your finger. He immediately stands up and pulls you into a tight hug, you can feel his heart pounding against your chest as he holds you close. "I love you so much" he whispers in your ear

"I love you too, baby" you hold back tears as you cling onto him. He pulls back slightly to look at you before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

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die-pink-maus · 4 months

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A Weekend in Vienna 🇦🇹

While vacationing in Germany, Chantelle’s (OC) best friend, Adrian (also an OC), books an impromptu trip to Vienna to visit extended family. Chantelle decides to join her for the last few days of her trip, where she meets an interesting friend of Adrian’s family who offers to show the two around the city for the weekend🤭

TW: Pretty much none, not for this chapter anyway, but things will get 🌶️spicy🌶️ in the next parts. Also there is an age gap between OC and König, she is 25 and he is about 36-37.

CW: FemOCs, female pronouns used, while both characters are technically OCs please feel free to imagine them however you’d like, ultimately the main character is the reader, I just didn’t want to use “Y/N” so I gave them names 🙈

Word Count: 1,516

*DISCLAIMER*

This is my first time EVER writing any kind of fan fiction so please go easy on me 😭 if you like where things are going, likes and reblogs would be greatly appreciated! If you’d like to see anything in particular in the next part or part(s), I’d love to hear it!

This version of König is based on the above interpretation drawn by @lettaniko (I hope you don’t mind me using it! I absolutely love this drawing it’s perfect! 🫶🏼)

I like a nice build up to the smut so if you like to get right into it this is probably not going to be for you…but if you can wait I it out I promise it’ll be worth it 😂

Enjoy! 💋

7:30am. There’s approximately 30 minutes before my train departs for Vienna, and I still haven’t reached the train station yet. I scrambled as I dashed out of my hotel room, hoping I’d left the place in a somewhat decent state and I hadn’t forgotten anything valuable as got into the elevator. I’ve been exploring Munich for the past two weeks and I’ve been having the absolute time of my life. Although traveling alone can be quite scary, oddly enough, I’ve never felt more at home. Munich is such a vibrant city, filled with all kinds of exciting things to do and I’ve met so many incredible people, it’s definitely been the experience of a lifetime. To say that I am not looking forward to going back home to Vancouver would be an understatement, but all good things must come to an end. I’d spent about a year and a half learning to speak German, and promised myself that I would plan a trip in celebration of achieving fluency, so here I am! Now, Vienna wasn’t initially on my list of places to visit when I decided to come to Germany, but my best friend, Adrian, ended up booking a spur of the moment flight last week to visit extended family in Austria and suggested I come hangout with her during the last few days of my trip. Seeing as its only a 3-4hr train ride from Munich, I figured why the hell not! I’ve heard Vienna is beautiful, and Im at all not opposed to exploring another city.

Upon arrival at the train station in Vienna I was greeted by Arian, excitedly jumping up and down while holding up a large white sign that read “Willkommen in Wien, Schlampe!” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, laughing as I got off the train and ran over to her, tackling her in a tight embrace as she laughed hysterically. “Did you have to let the whole station know that I’m a bitch or…?”

“Honestly, they should’ve known the moment they saw you.” She said jokingly. “How was the ride over?” She asked.

“Amazing, I haven’t slept that well in years. It also didn’t feel like a 4 hour train ride.”

“Trains in out here are quite quick so I wouldn’t be surprised if it somehow took less time. They definitely shit on the ones we have back home.”

“Oh for sure.” I agreed as we began walking over to the car.

“So a family friend of ours just came back from a mission in the states, he’s in the military bee tee dubs —“

“Yeah kinda pieced that together when you said ‘mission’.” I chuckled.

“I don’t drive out here so he’s gonna give us a ride back to my aunts, cool?”

“Sounds good.”

“He’s also a lot more familiar with Vienna than I am, so he offered to show us around a bit later on this evening.” Aw how nice of him. Knowing Adrian, the first place she’ll want to be taken to is the nearest bar, that girl can drink! If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time in Germany, and my 10 years of friendship with Adrian, it’s that Europeans love their liquor. There are people from all parts of Europe in Germany and that’s one thing that remains quite consistent across the board. I also love my liquor, which is probably why I ended up fitting in so well.

We finally arrived at the car and opened the trunk to begin loading all of my luggage inside. I’d brought a small carryon suitcase, a duffle bag, as well as a large suitcase that was full of clothes I’d over packed from home, and a bunch of other clothes and souvenirs I’d bought in Munich. “Okay this one’s gonna be a tad heavy.” I warned as Adrian grabbed hold of the handle on the top. I reached forward to try to help her lift, but neither of us could manage the weight. “I got it.” His voice was low, but gentle. He had an accent, but it wasn’t overwhelming or harsh, nor did it make anything he said hard to understand. I wasn’t expecting to see the person I saw when I’d finally caught a glimpse of him…I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like this in my entire life. Adrian and I stepped back as he grabbed hold of the suitcase, lifting it with absolute ease, as if it were light as a feather. His arm muscles bulged within the confines of his olive green long sleeved shirt as he tossed the suitcase inside the trunk. My heart began to race, It felt as if I was watching him move in slow motion. “Easy peasy.” He smirked as he turned around and looked down at me, his dazzling dark blue eyes awash with amusement at Adrian and I’s prior struggle. Jesus Christ…This man is an absolute unit. He’s gotta be at least 6 foot 7, if not taller. He’s incredibly easy on the eyes in a rough and rugged kinda way — a nice low trimmed beard, medium length dark brown hair, and a smile that is captivatingly dangerous to say the least. His presence alone exudes a confidence that causes me to grow weak in the knees. “I’m König,” he smiled knowingly as he stretched his hand out towards me. I know I’m definitely not the first woman to look at him the way I am. Even though I’m trying to keep my composure, it’s very clear that he can see right through it. “And you must be Chantelle?” He asked, eyes slowly roaming about my frame from head to toe. He bites his lip slightly as they return to my gaze, suggesting so much without saying any words at all. “I — yes.” I blushed, sheepishly brushing my hair behind my ear as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He said. “Oh yeah, König Chantelle, Chantelle König.” Adrian yelled from the backseat. He laughed and shook his head as he closed the trunk.

We arrived at Adrian’s aunts house about 45 minutes later. König helped us load all of my things into the foyer before letting us know he’d be coming back in a few hours to take us out to this bar that he and a few of his buddies on his task force frequent whenever they’re home. I’ve been thinking about him ever since he left — those mysterious blue eyes, the way he slightly bites his lower lip just before laughing at something ridiculous Adrian has said, the way his arm muscles swell beneath his shirt with the slightest movement…God, he’s sexy. I could think of a million different ways I’d want him to ruin me. The thought alone of being trapped beneath his large brawny frame writhing in pleasure as he thrusts into me over and over has me clenching around nothing. Though I’m not usually one for a one time fling, I have a feeling he’d be able to convince me. “So, you wanna tell me what all of that was about?” Adrian asked as she helped me settle into the guest room. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Since when are you a shy girl?” She giggled. Sigh. I figured she was referencing my unusual silence during the car ride over here. “He’s hot as fuck but I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“Ugh!” I groaned as I covered my face with a pillow. She’s right. I’m not very easily intimidated. I’m quite the confident woman and I ensure everyone in the room knows it, but this was different. Almost as if our energies were fighting for dominance, and mine didn’t stand a chance. “Hey if it’s any consolation, my jaw dropped the first time I saw him without his mask too.” Mask?

“Mask?” I asked.

“Yes…the last time I was here he was on base training recruits, so I’d see him often in full tactical gear. He’s a snipper, so he wears a mask to hide his face in the field. I mean, that was hot too, but in a Ghostface kinda way”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison, but I was curious to see what his entire ensemble looked like. “How old is he?” I asked.

“I think he’s in his mid to late 30s? I’m honestly not too sure, and it doesn’t matter to me either way.” She winked. “I was sensing some unspoken vibes between the two of you in the car though. Don’t think I didn’t see both of you stealing glances at each other every now and then.” She smirked.

“Stop,” I scoffed. “A man like that is definitely not single, and even if he is…I don’t know” I blushed. “I didn’t see him looking at me..”

“K well I see everything, he definitely likes what he sees, and clearly the feeling is mutual on your end as well. Looks like tonight will be interesting.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Adrian.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes. Nothing’s gonna happen…right?

PART II 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART II

PART III 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART III

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dracowars · 1 year

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broken | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x reader

word count: 2,2k

summary: where anakin is broken and needs y/n's repairing

a/n: this has been in my drafts for months, because it means a lot to me personally and i was kinda scared to post it.. but here it finally is! i really hope this comes across the way i hope it does <3 feedback is greatly appreciated, don't forget to reblog!

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of (war) trauma

universe: star wars

Slowly waking from your deep sleep, not fully awakened yet, you turn your body to the other side of your bed, expecting to be greeted with a pleasant warmth. You breathe out contently and snuggle more into your blanket, more onto the other side of the mattress, which, to your surprise, turns out to be completely empty. Shock overcomes you, but your brain is still too tired to fully grasp the meaning of it. It is only when you run your hand over the cold, empty mattress next to you in an attempt to find a warm body that an uneasy feeling comes over you, causing you to slowly open your tired eyes.

The bedroom is enveloped in darkness, only a bit of light from the bustling capital city shines through the curtains and scatters around the room, creating eerie shadows on the floor. Distant sounds from passing spaceships, still on the move despite the late hour, can be heard. Otherwise, there is complete silence.

Still a bit foggy from sleep, you now discover that the mattress next to you is actually empty and you did not just imagine it. Slowly, you find yourself back into the here and now as you sit up in bed, running your hands through your hair so it does not block your view. Sighing, you look over at the door, which is open a crack, allowing you to see the hallway that stretches beyond, with a dim light burning at the end.

At first you wondered why you had such a light sleep today, but now you come to realize why. You subconsciously sensed that something was wrong.

Leaving the warmth of the covers, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and briefly stretch before rising. On the way out of your bedroom, you quickly grab your silk dressing gown, throwing it over your shoulders as you walk.

As soon as you step out of the room into the hallway, it automatically lights up and leads you down a dimly lit path to the other end of the hallway, where the other light was coming from earlier. Cautiously, you approach and the closer you get, the more the peaceful silence you still felt in your bedroom vanishes. You perceive a soft murmur, which is repeatedly interrupted by soft cursing before a mechanical noise sounds throughout the hallway.

With careful steps you finally enter the small room where the light is on, shining onto the corridor. Originally, this room was intended to be a second bedroom or nursery, though you have never had a use for it since living on Coruscant. At least not until he came into your life.

He has converted this small room into a kind of workshop and right now you are exactly greeted with the view that you were already suspecting to find here. Anakin is hunched over at his desk in front of the large window that offers a beautiful view of the city at night. Only the small lamp on the table is turned on, and because it is partially covered by his broad frame, the room is still quite dark.

As you expected, he is sitting here, totally focused, tinkering with some droid parts he has apparently taken from C-3PO earlier, who is standing next to him, turned off while leaning against the wall. In fact, you would not be surprised if in his concentration he did not even feel that you entered the room.

But he does because he always does. He senses where you are and how you are doing. And apparently you have copied this ability from him in all the time you have spent together.

“You should sleep, angel”, he softly murmurs, and at first you do not even realize his words are directed at you.

“I can’t sleep. Not without you by my side”, you breathe out tenderly as you get closer to him, and he does not even turn to face you after being apprised of your presence. When you reach him, you watch over his shoulder as he tightens a few screws on a part that he seemed to have loosened earlier. Carefully, you place your hand on his shoulder and slowly rub over it to give him comfort, to let him know that you are here for him.

However, Anakin shows no reaction, too immersed in his work. Or he prefers to distract himself than to return to reality right now.

“You know, I felt it. I could sense something was wrong”, you approach him again, your hand still resting on his shoulder, which is only covered by a thin fabric. “You can tell me, Anakin. What is bothering you?”

Silence spreads between the two of you, but it is by no means an uncomfortable silence. There is a peaceful stillness that surrounds you and together with the sparkling skyline of Coruscant it seems all the more harmonious at this very moment. It is almost as if the planet stopped spinning for a second, as if time and space stopped to savor this special moment.

You follow one of the spaceships in the distance, which is just disappearing into the starry sky out into the open galaxy, with your eyes and you sigh softly. Since you cannot force him to confide in you, you choose to be by his side, quietly, no matter what is on his mind that makes him feel this restless. That he would rather tinker with a droid in the middle of the night than to peacefully lie next to you in bed.

True to your decision, you strip off your dressing gown and gently drape it over Anakin’s broad shoulders to keep him from freezing, leaving you in nothing than your light nightgown. You do not know how long he has been sitting here, but it seems like it has been quite a while, considering all the different parts of C-3PO that are scattered around the small table. Adjusting the warm fabric around his frame, you then wrap your arms around his neck from behind and gently press your cheek against his. In response, he lowers one of the tools and places his hand, which feels a bit rough but warm, on your arm that is wrapped around him. Shortly afterwards, he lets his head sink in defeat, exhausted and dejected, but not a word leaves his lips.

“Did you have another of those nightmares?”, you carefully ask, your last attempt to get him to talk. Anakin often has these horrible dreams that plague him non-stop at night. They are about violence, destruction, death. And they destroy him a little more every time he wakes up from one of these dreams at night, completely covered in sweat. You hate seeing how he nowadays often refuses to even try to go to sleep, in fear he will see these horrible images again. But he needs this sleep so badly.

At your question, Anakin hesitates for a moment before tightening another screw, but then he shakes his head almost imperceptibly. However, he does not go on to explain what occupies his mind instead.

“You know that I will always be here to listen to you if you need me to”, you explain softly, not forcing him to reveal anything he does not want to reveal. Resting your cheek on his shoulder, you gently stroke your finger along his hairline, tenderly playing with one of his brown locks that feels smooth against your skin. Deciding to give him some time alone and to not bother him any longer, you place a loving kiss against his temple and slowly move away from him. Your sad gaze wanders over his side profile once more before you turn around to leave him on his own again, giving him all the space he needs.

“I disappointed Obi-Wan today. Again.” Just as you were almost out of the room, these words softly leave Anakin’s lips. He whispered them so silently that, despite the silence in the room, you were not sure if you actually heard him at first. You stop in your tracks and turn to face him, your heart racing a beat faster now that he is confiding in you.

“I am sure that is not true”, you reply confidently as you move back towards him, running a hand down his back soothingly as you sense how much he needs you by his side right now.

“Actually, I disappointed the whole Jedi Council again”, Anakin snorts, obviously angry at himself and blaming himself for whatever happened. “The mission on Alderaan failed because of me.”

“Baby, listen to me. It certainly was not your fault”, you assure him, although you can’t know what happened on the planet far, far away – of course you can’t. You just know it was not his fault. “You always do your best, Ani. Nobody blames you for anything.”

“I should not have let her go, Y/N. We surrounded her, she was trapped”, he says in a whisper, beating himself up inside. “She killed so many of my men and I failed to avenge them”, he adds sadly, subconsciously running his hand over the pale scar on his eye. With this simple, mere gesture, you immediately know who he is talking about; namely by the person who once inflicted this scar on his soft skin. Before you can comment something, however, Anakin continues to pour out all his thoughts and feelings to you.

“I could have killed Ventress, Y/N. We would have been one step closer to the end of this war, but I- I just could not do it, it is not the Jedi way”, Anakin admits to himself, his hands finding their way back to the slightly rusty parts, fumbling around with them absentmindedly. “After the mission I reported to the Chancellor. I could not even look into his face when I told him. He understood, he really did, but said that I should show no mercy next time.”

Anakin’s words echo around the room, ending in a silence that suddenly overcomes the two of you. And just as sudden, an eerie dark aura surrounds him as he absently looks at the loose parts in his hands, clenching them in his fists, his eyes fixed on them. For a moment, it feels like the previously cozy and peaceful atmosphere of the room is instantly giving way to utter darkness and coldness. However, when Anakin closes his eyes and grabs your hand, as if seeking support so he is not drawn into this black darkness, the room seems to light up again.

“B-But I can’t do that. I can’t do what he wants me to do”, Anakin chokes out, obviously on the verge of crying, causing you to quickly act and wrap your arms around his large body, transferring all your warmth to him. His body relaxes in your embrace, where he feels safe and shows his weaknesses. You know how much the Chancellor means to him and how difficult it must be for him to disobey his direct orders, even if these orders are cruel.

You will support him no matter what decision he may ultimately make.

“You do not have to, Ani. You do not have to do what he says. You do not have to do anything anyone tells you to do”, you tell him directly, but with a softness in your voice that shows him you are supporting him in all his decisions. “Follow your heart and only listen to what it tells you.”

With these words leaving your mouth, the last barricade inside him breaks down completely and he finally lies in your arms, crying, all the emotions that he otherwise does not dare to release, coming over him all at once. You tighten your arms around his body and kiss the top of his head multiple times, but you do not exchange words. Even without words, you can feel each other’s pain.

Only when his breathing has calmed down a bit do you loosen your grip and look at him with sad eyes, but he avoids your gaze and tries to hold on to the rusty components again. Several seconds pass as he miserably tries to swallow the lump in his throat while only the metallic click of the tools echoes around the room.

“I hate destroying. I am more of someone who fixes things and makes them work again. Because then- Then I do not have to think about how destroyed I am”, Anakin breathes out in a shaky voice, another tear running down his cheek.

“I know, Ani. That is your nature and what I love so much about you. Please do not let anyone ever take that away from you”, you reply just as softly, catching his tear with your thumb. “And someday you will find your inner peace too, I know that.”

A slightly forced smile creeps onto his lips as he gazes deep into your eyes. He does not need to say how grateful he is, for everything, because you can feel it. Without a word, he gives you a soft kiss on your lips, putting everything into this kiss that he cannot say. On the other hand, he can also guess the unsaid words between you when you offer him your hand with a requesting look after you separated from each other.

On your way to your bedroom, you take another look at the table, with the unfinished pieces that were like an anchor to Anakin until you emerged. Tomorrow is a new day, tomorrow he can fix those parts. But for now, he needs to focus on repairing himself first.

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mistywaves98 · 1 year

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yfsdtydcstshegwsvjhgv hear me out hear me out,,,, yandere!scara controlling reader like he did Haypasia but instead of just making her follow him, he turns the reader into his personal cumdump- reader tries oh so hard to fight back, watching as if its a movie as her body is used as a fucktoy for the ex-harbringer- but the thing is, after a while of this, the reader begins to believe everything he says, that her only purpose in life is to bring him pleasure and becomes scara's perfect obedient little pet <3

-super duper cool anon

This is such a juicy idea anon!

Edit: I think I strayed a bit from what the ask said, sooo uhh, really sorry about that anon 😬😔

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: Not proofread, Yandere themes (but not that intense), Non con, Degradation, Lots of repetition of words, collaring, rough sex, Mean! Scaramouche, Kidnapping, I think that's it!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

✧･ﾟ:* Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

As another one of the scholars who dedicated their lives to trying to connect their consciousness to Irminsul, that is what you spent all of your time doing. Yes, you knew of the tales of what happened to most of those who did manage to accomplish such a task but your desire for the kind of knowledge you could potentially gain blocked out any protests against your actions.

One time you actually saw something while meditating, visions of some sort and although they were blurry and barely distinguishable, it excited you. Since then, you've been training hard, hoping to experience that again.

You heard from somewhere that the Palace of Alcazarzaray was a good place to practice your meditation, so that's where you could be found as the days followed. As you meditated more and more, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your goal, it was only a matter of time, you told yourself. However, you also realized that during the rare times when you weren't meditating, you felt dazed and unfocused and often times you swore you saw something, or glimpses of someone. Though this worried you to a very small extent, instead, you thought you just needed to work a little harder. Eventually it got to a point where you spent all your time meditating, evoking worry from your relatives. In fact, the only thing that stopped you from meditating full time was them coming to 'snap you out of it' as they said. This annoyed you very much and although you knew they meant well, you were too close now and you had already accepted the risks this journey was accompanied with.

So, taking a small choice of possessions, you went to a remote, isolated part of the forest where you would meditate for days on end, not sleeping, eating or drinking. Strangely enough, your body seemed fine with it too, you weren't fatigued at all, it was just the haziness and hallucinations.

Now you were sitting on the floor of the cave, face relaxed but at the same time fixed with an expression of concentration. You focused....and focused.....and focused.....

Yes....

You could feel it, just a little more....

Your eyes suddenly shot open.

Scanning your surroundings you immediately realized something was off. The earth seemed to be layered with a gray tint and there was someone standing right in front of you with their back turned.

"Have...I...finally done it once more? Is....my consciousness.... connected to Irminsul?" You hesitantly ask, "Hmph. Not even a 'hello' at least? I expected better from my first follower."

What? What is he talking about? But wait.... He seems familiar..."Who...are you?" It's difficult to talk, your mind feels heavy and your vision is blurring momentarily. "Me? They call me Scaramouche or 'the Balladeer.' I am a member of the eleven fatui Harbingers but soon I will be known as the god of Sumeru. For now, however, you will address me as 'master,' understood?" He turned around and you were met with two purple eyes glaring down at you. The Harbingers? You've heard of that before, back when you were in the Akademiya, they're from Snezhnaya, right?

Scaramouche's voice brings you out of your thoughts,"I said, 'is that understood?' " "U-uh, yes....master..." His frown turns into an expression of smugness. "Good, I suppose you're pretty baffled by the situation you've found yourself in, but I'll have some mercy and explain it to you."

Your eyes widen when he reveals that he had been watching you ever since you had that experience with the indescribable visions. Those were...his memories? And apparently he's going to become a god? And he has chosen you as his first follower? "Why, you may ask? Well, no one has ever managed to connect directly to my consciousness before, so I took this as a sign. A sign that you are the chosen one." Huh, so you didn't connect to Irminsul after all and instead you're peering into the consciousness of one of the Harbingers? This information is hard for your now unstable mind to process. It hurts...You bring a hand to your aching forehead and try to soothe the pain. "...Can't...focus.."

Suddenly, a hand grips your jaw and tilts your head up so that you make eye contact with him,"You look so dumb right now, but it's alright, you won't need to think much from now on." You gasp as he kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue into your open mouth. His hands grab both of your wrists in a painful grip as he shoves you into the ground, lips still connected. You try struggle under his grip, only to find you can barely move. You try breaking the kiss but not only does he push harder, you can't even move your head and when he pulls away, you cringe at the strings of saliva between you two.

"Why...?" Is all you can manage as you gasp for breath,"Don't ask questions, all you need to know is that you are going to be my little stress toy from now until the day you die." His tone is snappy and you shut up at once, mind hazy. Scaramouche looks as your flushed face and chuckles darkly,"Your mind is weak, you can't even think straight, can you? And without the ability to properly process things you leave your body in a very vulnerable state, don't you know that? Hehe, I'm going to have so much fun with you..." He was right, your mind was under so much strain during your intense meditation sessions, now you don't have the brain to fight back.

His hands let go of your wrists and began to trail down your body, stopping to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but moan as he massaged the soft flesh through your clothes. Then, without warning he tore your top apart, exposing the white bra confining your chest. He made quick work of that two and as soon as the piece of fabric fell to the ground, his fingers went up to flick your now-hard nipples. Suddenly he gave them both a particularly harsh tug, grinning when you yelped in pain. With one hand playing with your left breast, he used his free hand to hike up your obnoxiously long skirt.

"You don't even wear a pair of shorts under this? Such a whore." He smirked at the help you let as as he smacked your pussy. You bit your lip as whimpers threatened to leave your throat as he used his slender fingers to circle your clothed clit. "Please....stop..." "Stop? When you are this wet? Just admit it, you're getting off on your god fucking you." "No...I—" You gag as Scaramouche stuffs three fingers deep down your throat "Stop talking and suck if you know what good for you."

When he finally decided you're wet enough, he slipped your panties off and pocketed them despite your protests. He then flips you unto your stomach before taking his cock out of the confines of his pants,"Now we move on to my favourite part."

A ragged scream is ripped from your throat as he immediately bottomed out inside of you. The situation doesn't get any better when he starts moving right after, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. His pace is fast and his thrusts are brutal, your body rocks back and forward with each slam of his hips. Your own hips feel bruised from the grip he has on them. The burn of his cock abusing your insides has tears streaming down your face and choked out sobs and moans leaving your mouth. A sadistic smile is plastered across his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort and pain,"You look so pretty with tears flowing down your face—hah—you feel so good, these virgin walls are squeezing me so tightly. Yes, cum of my cock, on your lord's cock and show me that only I can pleasure you like this."

Until that moment you didn't even realize you were getting closer to orgasming but you did as he said and the knot in your stomach snapped as you released all over him with a cry. That didn't stop Scaramouche from continuing to fuck you though, his pace barely faltered and his thrusts were just as hard as before,"Please—ngh—stop...no—more..." "Shut up. Your master hasn't had his pleasure yet and you will take everything he gives you until he's satisfied."

He then proceeded to bury his teeth into your neck, biting down so hard the skin broke, causing blood to leak from the wound. You shiver as his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up your neck, gathering the warm liquid on it in the process. The way his cock is pistoning in and out of you has you weakly clawing at the dirt beneath. You continue to helplessly moan as his breathing gets more ragged and heavy, he must be close. Said assumption proves to be right when you suddenly feel a burst of hot liquid shoot straight into your pussy. Scaramouche finally stops and pulls out of your sore cunt, watching as the white substance leaks out of your abused hole, past your trembling thighs and onto the ground. A pleased look adorns his face,"Hehe, seems like I forgot to mention that I was about to cum, but that's alright, you couldn't anything about it anyway even if you knew."

You sat on the bed situated in the corner of the room, staring at the wall. Your eyes eventually landed on the chains binding your hands to the bed posts, restricting your movements. They were so short, you couldn't even walk a few inches away from the bed.

It had been months since Scaramouche kidnapped you from the cave you originally resided in after fucking your brains out. Since then he has kept you here, occasionally coming to 'check up' on his little pet which mostly consisted of him manhandling you till you were about to pass out. Everytime he came to you, you could see how he was gradually falling into madness. His words became more cruel, more unghinged, more obsessive.

It made you afraid of him and you were worried that someday he might snap and do something unthinkable.

Your gaze shifted to the mirror on the dresser right across from you. A collar was tightly looped around your neck with the name 'Scaramouche' in bold letters. Your hand came up and you tugged it slightly. It didn't budge. Tears filled your eyes at the humiliating memories it brought back. When he first showed it to you, you absolutely refused to wear it and after a lot of resistance from you he was able to secure it, he also fastened it so tightly it choked you at first. And he never bothered to loosen it. Sometimes, on the days when he was feeling it, he would attach a leash to the collar and use it to suffocate you if you were being to bratty.

Your eyes went lower to observe your attire. You'd been forbidden to wear anything besides a town that barely covered your thighs. That is, unless Scaramouche demanded otherwise. The material was so thin and you weren't even allowed to wear anything under it. For easy access, he said.

You've gotten over your dizzy, hallucinating state a long time ago and since you're usually locked up in the room, it's given you a lot of time to think. What has happened to your family? Have they noticed your disappearance? Are they looking for you? Did Scaramouche kill them? But he has no reason to do such a thing, but then again, you wouldn't put it past him to kill innocent people.

You flinch as the door opens. He's back already?

Your eyes widen in fear and you can't help but back up little by little when he approaches you. Soon you're pressed against the headboard and he gets on the bed and crawls over you. You stare into his dull eyes with your frightened ones. You can't see anything but obsession, lust and insanity in them.

"How's my little servant doing? Have you been enjoying your time here? You better have been. Why do you look so afraid? Hehe, you thought I wouldn't notice? You can't hide anything from your god you know." His cold hand rested on your cheek, slowly going down to trace the letters engraved on the collar you were forced to wear. A maniacal smile stretched across his face as he looked at it, pupils dilating with lust. Suddenly he hooked his fingers under it and gave it a sharp tug, briefly laughing when you gasped and instinctively grabbed his arm, as he pulled you forward.

Now he was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. Without warning he kissed you with so much force your head hit the wooden headboard of the bed. This caused your mouth to slightly part in surprise and Scaramouche's tongue was practically down your throat instantly.

His knee made it's way between your legs, pressing up against your bare pussy and rubbing against it. You felt him smile against your mouth as your thighs squeezed his own in a futile attempt to conceal your now aroused state.

When he finally broke the kiss, you gratefully inhaled the much needed oxygen as your face burned with humiliation. You hated being in such a vulnerable state, you hated being so easy to take advantage of. But there was nothing you could do about the way the Harbinger's hands snuck under your gown to roughly grope your chest. No matter what you did or wanted to do, you could only moan in guilty pleasure.

Soon enough, you found yourself in a familiar but unwelcomed position: face pressed into the pillow with your 'lord's' dick thrusting in and out in an attempt to get off. Your hands held onto the sheets for dear life as you came for the 3rd time. Tears rolled down your face and drool stained the pillow as Scaramouche laughed cruelly at your fucked out appearance,"Need a break? Too bad, you won't get one."

You could only mumble inaudible phrases in between gasps and moans in response,"Ngh—please master—hngh—please cum in me—!" "What's that? You want me to fill this slutty hole of yours with my cum? That's right, fill up you like the cumdump you are?" He smirked as you only panted small, breathy 'yes'' to his degrading words. Moments later he finally reached his high and shot his load into your tight pussy.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out and instead pressed his chest against your back and whispered into your ear, possessiveness evident in his tone,"No one else can or ever will make you feel like this, only I can bring you this kind of pleasure. You're mine, mine to fuck how I want, mine to do with whatever I please. Right, my little servant?" You nodded dumbly to his statements, mind too mushy to think straight.

You really were just a cumdump for him.

#badly written ending as always #also new anon yayy #smut #x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere x reader smut #yandere smut #yandere scaramouche x reader smut #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche smut #yandere genshin x reader #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*

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mini-mews · 3 months

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"Happy Birthday Shota" <3

p1harmony: shota haku (soul) x gn!reader

wc: 485

warnings: none! fluff, celebrating shota's birthday

a/n: I know Soul's birthday was on Feburary 1st, but I just struggled to finish this off so i'm sorry for the delay and if the ending feels rushed.

Happy birthday to my son, Shota! I hope 19 treats you well, please stay healthy, eat lots of fries, be happy, and continue to out dance the industry!!

A counter covered in various baking ingredients, food color staining your hands, and bowls. Patting your hands against your flour covered apron, you stare down at the cake staring back at you. A simple two tier chocolate cake with a small design on top; a Minecraft creeper standing next to a box of fries. It screamed Shota in ways you hoped he’d enjoy; he’d beam brightly at.

Glancing at the clock, he should be home in a few minutes. “Oh shit a few-?!” You muttered out, starting to frantically clean the kitchen to make it look somewhat presentable and not the state of a tornado running through the kitchen.

You were so busy scrubbing your hands to lift the green dye staining your hands that you didn’t hear Shota coming in. He drops his practice bag down on the couch, quietly treading into the kitchen looking for you.

✰࿒ ჻࿒ ჻✰

It was an enjoyable day spent with his members, small treats and presents given to him, congratulations and wishes of his healthy and happy years to come. But he had yet to spend time with you. An early morning practice caused him to slip out of the apartment before you would even consider being awake.

By the time you had woken up, getting rushed away to get ready for work, you barely had a chance to shoot him a text asking if he had ideas what he wanted for dinner so you knew if you had to go grocery shopping on your way home.

But what he didn’t know was that you had taken a half day off to get all ready for his birthday. Coming home early to ensure you had time to prepare his cake, knowing you weren’t the most amazing baker out there. Stringing up brightly coloured streamers, and lights. A small bunch of wrapped presents lay on the table, adorned with shiny bows.

✰࿒ ჻࿒ ჻✰

Shota can feel his heart warm at the sight, a toothy grin taking over his face as he quietly admires all of your hard work.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Green hands?” Muttering out as he feels you relax in his hold. Giggling as green tinted water drips down, “Welcome home Shota.” leaning back to press a kiss to his jawline.

His smile grows as you turn around in his arms to face him properly. His two-toned hair slightly frizzy, and boba eyes shining brightly as they meet yours. “All for me?” Shota asked quietly, referring to everything you set up. “All for you baby.”

Suddenly feeling a slight embarrassment from the intimacy he dips his head down to rest on your shoulder, holding your waist tightly to press against you in a hug. “Thank you, Y/n.” Your hand brushes through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

“Happy birthday Shota.”

i hope you enjoyed, please like/comment/reblog as any interactions is greatly appreciated and motivating! ©mini-mews

#ryu scribbles #p1harmony x reader #soul x reader #p1h x reader #shota x reader #shota haku #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony x you #soul fluff #shota haku fluff

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vitaminseetarot · 10 months

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PAC - 🌕 Full SuperMoon 🌕 - What are you attracting and releasing?

Hello, everyone, I'm back on Tumblr! After an awkward couple months of shuffling cards with a hand injury, I've returned with a complete PAC for the first time eva. Please be kind while I still work out the graphics and details, this is a super speedy full moon PAC so I wanted to make sure to get it out there as soon as I could.

Please select one of the three images below that correspond with paint swatch colors I drew for each pile, for what you're attracting and releasing during this supermoon. Thanks so much for reading! Reblogging is the best way to support my blog and is greatly appreciated! ☺️

(1, 2, 3) (images courtesy of pexels.com)

Pile 1: Vine Trellis Tarot: 5 of Wands, Ace of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, 3 of Cups Oracles: Waning Moon - What Do You Need to Release, Love, Sea Serpent, Divine Feminine, 20. Shared Inspiration

Message: This month over management and its frustrations are not for you. The Divine Feminine card makes it boldly clear that you are in a phase of attracting new opportunities that you actually desire and creating stability without feeling like you always have to be on top of everything to do so. Growth doesn't always happen in one direction, dear pile 1, it can make many twists and turns all at once. There are days where taking action is necessary, days where one must do inner work (which is still very much work!), and days where one can sit back knowing that progress is happening before their very eyes. Among all three piles relationships are emphasized, and at this time now you're being encouraged to spend time with people you like. This is a time to collaborate, not compete. I get the image of excited people sitting in a board room pinning sticky notes filled with ideas at the front. This is the energy you can cultivate easily now, so allow the good times to give you fresh insights.

Pile 2: Dust Bunny Tarot: 9 of Cups, Page of Wands, 9 of Pentacles, 9 of Wands Oracles: New Moon - A new start is coming, Anger, Elephant, Root, 30. Mutually Beneficial Venture

Message: Wow I see 999 right off the bat, this could be your lucky or angelic guidance number from now until New Moon. 9 Refers to nearing the completion of something while still needing one extra step or leading to a larger outcome if allowed to proceed. Now back to your main moon message for this month (lol). You have built up a lot of heated energy as this moon waxed to completion, pile 2. You are really PENT UP about something and, by stars, you're finally feeling the motivation to push ahead. But perhaps consider what may have had you stuck under the bed in the first place hiding out. Need frustration and feelings of rebellion be the only thing to charge you up to where you want to go? Somewhere around you there are people who are ready to support you. Maybe even directly help and benefit you enough to help you keep the fire lit. Let them cheer you up and encourage you, you don't have to feel alone with your dreams because chances are many you know and don't know are dreaming for the exact same thing.

Pile 3: Autumn Fog Tarot: 4 of Swords, 7 of Cups, 8 of Pentacles, 5 of Swords Oracles: Full Moon Libra - A win-win outcome is forecast, Love, Cosmic Egg, Owl, 41. Convey Your Meaning

Message: Right now you may be taking some time to meditate on your path ahead. Maybe you've experienced an issue that made you think you didn't have options, but now you do. Or you've spent so much time helping others out that you've forgotten what it was you set out to do, like being hired to do one job only to be asked to do the tasks of several jobs. Now that you're able to focus on where you'd rather go next, you may feel stumped. Do not overthink your goals right now, pile 3. You're being asked to get very clear about what it is you want to do, as only YOU can be the one to do that. The angels will not come to directly tell you what to do next, as it might impede with your development. But you're also being gently reminded of your intuition. It's powerful, please don't underestimate it right now. You can tap into your intuition once you give yourself the space to do so, and you could receive a myriad of insights now. Your higher self knows you won't be stuck like this forever, and that whatever path you end up taking, it'll turn out okay for everyone involved. Trust and be patient with yourself.

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penvisions · 10 months

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dev writes {{masterlist}}

hello hello! this is all still so new to me, to be positng fic on tumblr. i’ve had an ao3 account for years so i figured why not migrate things over here as well! share it with more people c: these are the pieces i’ve been working on the last few months, i’m really excited to share them with y’all

they are self indulfgent to an extent, but that’s a part of life, no? i hope they bring something to you if you decide to check them out!

any and all likes, reblogs, comments, asks, shoutouts are so so greatly appreciated ♡ please feel free to reach out if you feel so inclined ♡ i’d be happy to chat with y’all

The Last of US (TLOU) - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You may have been young when the world fell, but you adapted with all the challenges that come with trying to survive. You spent your time doing runs out in the badlands beyond the QZ walls to ensure people had little pleasures to keep them going. You were dropping off some medical supplies that FEDRA was willing to pay big for when you got tangled up in a mission that involves a teenager with a mouth almost as smart as yours and gruff older man whose graying curls were his only redeeming quality. But the longer you traveled with them and the more that happened out in the open land of what once was, the more you find yourself connecting with them and wanting to protect them both at any cost.

ao3 link || masterlist

Summary: The longer, more dangerous patrol routes around Jackson are designated to you and one Joel Miller. You both have an understanding with each other, talking wasn’t the biggest concern for either of you, but being confident in each other was. He wasn’t a bad friend in your scavenged life, but then again you were beginning to think you didn’t want to be just his friend…and that’s got you more than a little sexually frustrated.

ao3 link || direct link

Summary: You were the supervising bartender that happened to be the only person brave enough to offer help in the kitchen when they find themselves short staffed with some no call, no shows. But Joel Miller doesn’t want some floozy who doesn’t know the first thing about food in his kitchen. He makes it clear, but the tension between you two only heightens when you show him up and he realized that you do know what you’re doing. It’s driving him up the wall to see you in his kitchen, in his space day in and day out. But he needs the help and you’re so willing to give it to him.

sneakie peek || sneakie peek 2

Triple Frontier - Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! reader)

Summary: Running from the past to a new city gave you the perfect opportunity to open your own bakery. You're a regular at Brass Knuckles, and the owner is the right type of friendly you need in your life. Along with him, comes his group of friends, one Frankie Morales. You develop a crush on him nearly instantly. Can you manage to get your head above water long enough to tell him he's the most gorgeous man you've ever met?

ao3 link || masterlist

The Mandalorian - Din Djarin x Force Sensitive! Reader

Summary: You’ve been on the run for as long as you can remember, from a lot of different people and a lot of different things. Everyone seems to see you as either a prize to show off or a captive to exploit. You had been successful in keeping a low profile and evading brief captures. That is until your mother contracted the Guild and the Mandalorian came to possess your tracking fob. Will he be the reason your freedom is no longer something attainable or will he be the one to help you achieve it in ways you never anticipated?

ao3 link || masterlist

rough summary || sneakie peek || sneakie peek no. 2 || sneakie peek no. 3

Narcos - Javier Peña x DEA Agent! Reader

summary: You’ve been in Columbia for a few years, having family ties that allowed for the trasnfer from CA to be easier to leave your old life behind. You’ve kept your head down and your plate full until you get paired with Steve and his partner to help tag an elusive informant. That’s when things get complicated both at work and in your personal life. But you’ll be the first to admit that the notorious pair don’t have any power over you, until you’re actually faced with seeing them day to day.

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The gift of the goddess - Genesis Rhapsodos x gn!reader

Synopsis: You live in a world where everyone is destined to meet their soulmate at some point during their life. The twist: You can only recognize them on Valentine’s Day, no matter how much time you spent with each other before. However, meeting your soulmate at a work party is the last thing you expected.

Pairing: Genesis Rhapsodos x gn!reader

A/N: This is the first drabble I've written for Genesis, so feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, it would mean the world to me if you could reblog this because I worked really hard on this fic. Thank you. <3 (This fic is part of my Valentine's Day Event.)

February 14th, the calendar on the wall says. Valentine’s Day is what’s printed beneath the date.

It’s not a secret that everyone who lives in this world has a soulmate. No one can say when they come into your life or when you’re destined to meet them but it’s a well-known fact that people can only recognize their soulmate on one particular day – Valentine’s Day, the day of lovers.

Total nonsense, you think. If two people are truly meant for each other, why put unnecessary obstacles in their way? But it has always been like this. And if that’s the way of the world, well, who are you to question it?

With a sigh, you turn your attention back to your best friend who’s lounging around next to you, scrolling through his mails.

“Shinra’s hosting a party this evening,” Zack tells you without looking up from his phone. “Should we go?”

You huff. “Why would I want to spend my spare time at the company?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Zack says and wiggles his eyebrows. “There will be lots of people at this party – your soulmate could be there, too. As someone who has already found theirs, let me tell you that it’s the best feeling in the world to meet them. I’m almost tempted to call it magical.”

“No need to talk big, Fair,” you scold him and nudge him with your elbow. “I know very well that what happened with Aerith last year was just a chance meeting. If you had left a couple of minutes later you still wouldn’t know she exists.”

You have heard the story of their first meeting countless times, teasing Zack about it just as often. He had been on his way to buy a gift for another woman – Cissnei, member of the Turks – when he bumped into Aerith, on Valentine’s Day, as chance would have it. Of course, it only took them a split second to recognize each other, and the rest is history. They’re still so in love that sometimes, it makes you want to throw up. And you’re quite sure it’s only a matter of time until you’ll get the invitation to their wedding.

“Yeah, okay,” Zack says, interrupting your thoughts. “You have a point there. But who says that the same thing can’t happen to you, too? Wonders never cease, you know.”

“You’re just trying to convince me to accompany you and Aerith to this stupid party.”

“Yes.” He beams at you. “Is it working?”

With a deep sigh, you close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. You’re going to regret this, you can sense it. But Zack is your best friend, and you have never been able to tell him No when he looks at you like this. “Unfortunately.”

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The party itself is more of a formal get together than an actual party but you honestly haven’t expected anything else from a company like Shinra. But at least they offer drinks, and the Skyview Hall, usually a magnet for tourist, offers a great view over your hometown that’s still enough to take your breath away for a moment. But still, nothing can gloss over the fact that the atmosphere in the room is far from exuberant.

“I’ve seen funerals where people were more cheerful,” you whisper to Aerith who’s standing right next to you. She covers her mouth with her hand to hide her smile but her eyes give her away anyways. “You shouldn’t say that.”

“But it’s true.”

“We only got here,” Zack chimes in, optimistic as ever. “Stop naysaying.”

You have to resist the urge to stick out your tongue at him. (Not because he doesn’t deserve it but because this is your workplace and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your coworkers.) So, instead, you just roll your eyes and smile. “Not even you can pretend that this is not the saddest party you’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, fine. Maybe it is.”

“See.”

Aerith laughs. “Stop it, both of you. We’re here to have fun, no?”

“You’re absolutely right. How about some drinks?” Zack replies, looking at his girlfriend (who nods), and then at you. “Do you want something, too?”

You shake your head. You’re not in the mood for a drink yet. “Perhaps later.”

“Okay. We’ll be right back.”

You watch as they make their way over to the bar before you let your eye wander. When you spot a familiar figure, your heart skips a beat. You haven’t expected Genesis to be here, too. He’s deep in conversation with Sephiroth, and so it seems safe to dart a glance at him, and then another because he looks ridiculously handsome in his casual outfit.

Wait. You probably shouldn’t think stuff like that about your friend. But then again, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a stupid little crush on him. But with this stupid soulmate thing, it’s foolish to fall for someone because there’s always the possibility that they’re not the one you’re meant to find. You’ve seen it countless times before and you’re not sure you want to experience that kind of heartbreak. So, instead of confessing your feelings to him you have learned to cherish your friendship because it’s honestly better than nothing – and it’s not like he has ever acted like you’re more than a friend to him. (Or maybe he has, and you just haven’t noticed.)

In that moment, his attention shifts away from the conversation, almost as if he senses that someone’s watching him, and you want to turn your head away, pretending like you haven’t stared at him like a lovestruck teenager for the past few minutes, but it’s already too late. He has figured you out.

Genesis’s gaze meets yours, and you freeze. It feels like time around you slows down to a point where everyone except you and Genesis seems to move in slow motion, the noise surrounding you fading into a distance. You want to look away, you really do, but no matter how hard you try, you just can’t.

And then, you suddenly find yourself taking a step towards him, then another one, and another one. You’re pretty sure you haven’t consciously decided to do that – it’s like a supernatural force pulls you towards him until you’re suddenly standing right in front of him.

“Hi,” you say, nothing else. But you still can’t help but notice how breathless your voice sounds. Goodness. You’re making a fool of yourself, you know it, but it’s too late to get out of this situation now. “Um… I- I just wanted to say Hello. And…” You don’t finish your sentence because Genesis, that smug bastard, has the audacity to smile, and your thoughts go up in smoke.

It’s only when Angeal and Sephiroth share a knowing look that the realization hits you like a brick. Genesis Rhapsodos, 1st Class SOLDIER and one of Shinra’s most valuable fighters, is your soulmate. And judging by the expression in his eyes and the way he’s still smiling at you, he has figured it out, too.

But this is ridiculous. You have spent so much time with him over the past few years, talking and laughing and wondering if the legends were actually true and not just some pipe dreams people came up with to make them feel better about not finding love. So, how is it possible that you never noticed the bond that’s obviously connecting you? Why didn’t you recognize your soulmate sooner?

“Oh.” You let out a tiny, barely audible gasp when you understand. Yes, you have spent countless days with Genesis before – but never Valentine’s Day.

“We should go somewhere else to talk,” Genesis suggests in that moment, snapping you out of your thoughts, and when you nod, he turns to his friends and adds, “please, excuse us for a second.”

“Sure,” Sephiroth says, not quite able to hide the smile that plays around the corners of his mouth. But at least, his amusement is subtler than Angeal’s who doesn’t even try to hide the grin that’s spreading on his face. Genesis rolls his eyes at him. “Not a word, Angeal.”

“I wouldn’t dare. See you later.”

Genesis’s hand rests on the small of your back as he guides you to the observation deck – another tourist magnet during the summer months but at this time of the year, the outside platform is still closed. You can see your reflection in the floor to ceiling windows, as well as the lights of Midgar, the city that never seems to sleep.

“So,” you say.

“So,” Genesis replies.

“We’re soulmates.”

He smiles, one of these rare genuine smiles that always make you a bit weak in the knees. “It truly is beyond me why we didn’t notice this sooner.”

“In our defense, there’s only one Valentine’s Day each year.

“That much is true.”

There’s an awkward silence, then, until you clear your throat and ask, “Do… do you think that’s the reason why we’re friends?”

Genesis shakes his head. “No. We’re friends because I like you. I actually like you a lot, (Y/N).”

It sounds like a confession, and your stupid heart starts beating faster again, but maybe you’re imagining things. Maybe it’s wishful thinking that makes his words sound like a confession.

A brief smile flashes over his face, almost as if he can read your thoughts. “I know I have never told you but you’re very dear to me,” he says softly and cups your cheeks. “And us being soulmates is just further proof that I fell for the right person.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. With him standing so close to you, cradling your face in his hands like this, you fear you’ll forget how to breathe. “Genesis, I- you – we-“

“Shh. I know.” His gaze travels from your eyes down to your lips before resuming eye contact. “… may I?”

You don’t know how you do it but you manage to nod, and that seems good enough for him.

The kiss is nothing like you presumed. You have expected Genesis to kiss passionately, with a hint of impatience maybe, but instead, his lips press against yours in such a soft and sweet manner that you feel like you’re going to melt right into the floor. It’s the kind of kiss that leaves you wanting more, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

When the two of you inevitably pull away, you’re pretty sure you have hearts in your eyes, even more so when Genesis smiles at you again. And then he says “I love you.”, and you know this moment will be etched into your memory forever.

Valentine’s Day has never been more perfect.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

Taglist: @sixdaysofsilverashes @theimaginaryheir @thevoidwriting

#genesis rhapsodos x reader #genesis rhapsodos x you #genesis rhapsodos fluff #ff7 x reader #final fantasy x reader #ff7 fluff #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #soulmate!au

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randevu-01 · 4 months

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2023 art summary time!

some of my thoughts and comments are below the cut :)

This was... an interesting year. I got out of my DmC shell (after 3 or 4 years) and spent most of the year obsessing over other fandoms, e.g. Call of Duty of all things lol. I also got into Trigun, watched and loved both adaptations, as well as Fullmetal Alchemist and Death Note - quite an accomplishment for someone who generally doesn't like anime. Oh, and closer to the end of the year I discovered a whole new world of music band fandoms after I somehow got invested in Sleep Token and Ghost (it's the masks I'm sure)

Productivity-wise, even though I couldn't even fill in all the spots in the template, I feel like I did pretty good. Some months I didn't manage to finish anything, but October was wild, I did a lot of nice complete pieces then. A significant portion of my time and effort was put into drawing comics for the DMC ask, and I also took some commissions at the start and in the middle of the year, so there was very little time for me to make personal art, which I miss greatly and hope to make more of in 2024.

Speaking of future plans, I definitely want to give more attention to my OCs from Waffen AG and City Ghouls. When it comes to making OC content, I tend to stop at colored sketches at best, but in 2024 I hope I can make actual polished art of my characters. (Though I'm convinced that this will make my social media reach even worse than it is now, I'll try to not gaf, 'cause I learned that making and developing OCs can be super fun, and oh boy do I need that serotonin lol)

Skill-wise, I think I've definitely improved at making comics, lineart and anatomy, which were my 2023 goals a year ago. However, I feel like I could've done even better. But, again, I was pretty busy with irl stuff, so it's okay.

In general, life was pretty exciting in 2023. I visited 4 cities this summer, met my old friends and made some new ones. Despite some heath issues, I had a great time!

Thank you all for sticking around and appreciating my art! I cherish every little comment and reblog ^^

Hopefully, I'll be able to reach even more people on this platform in 2024. Happy New Year!

#art summary #art summary 2023 #2023 art summary #2023 summary of art #summary of art 2023 #summary of art

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waywardfaerie555 · 2 years

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What is holding you back?

Pick a Card Reading

Card 1 Card 2 Card 3

Rules:

Choose the image which resonates more with you.

Please feel free to like, reblog and follow to keep up to date with new posts :) I also accept tips via my p*yp*I, link in bio, it's not required but greatly appreciated. I also offer personal tarot commissions, the post is pinned :)

Card 1

The Hanged Woman

You are torn between making a decision which is ultimately holding you back and hindering your ability to move forward. Though this is not where you want to be right now, spirit is telling you to allow yourself to sit with your choices befores coming to a final decision. Ensure that you are 100% sure of the path you want to take instead of just settling for the easy way out.

The position is a sacrifice that is needed in order to progress forward - whether as repentance for past wrongdoings, or a calculated step backward to recalculate your path onward. This time spent here will not be wasted, this is done as part of your progression forward. Your upside down state can also symbolize the feeling of those that walk a spiritual path, for they see the world differently. Where there are others that do not understand the need to sacrifice, you see it differently. This is a natural course of action for you as you walk the path alone.

Card 2

The Moon

On one hand, the Moon card can symbolize your imagination is taking the best of you. In the dark of the night, you are taking a path that you are unsure of, for there could be danger lurking in its depths. You are the crawfish embarking on the path in the card. The moon's light can bring you clarity and understanding and you should allow your intuition to guide you through this darkness. You need to be aware of the situations that are causing fear and anxiety in your mind, whether it is now or in the future. It alerts you not to allow inner disturbances and self-deception to take the best of you. Another reading of the Moon card is the existence of illusion. Some hidden truth must be discovered, for what you are seeing now may just be a trick of the light. You must search for the hidden forces that must be unraveled.

Four of Wands Reversed

The reversal position of Four of Wands implies that there is a breakdown or complete lack of harmony in your family or in your home. It’s highly likely that there is a lot of tension between the members of your family or other loved ones. If you have completed something that is important to you, you are expecting to share it with those that are closest to you, and to come home to a welcome celebration, but instead, you find a lack of support. This may leave you feeling rather uncertain when it comes to your own relationships as well as the things that you can and cannot depend on.

Card 3

Six of Cups Reversed

The Six of Cups reversed can mean that you are clinging to the past. You should explore your memories, but you should not allow yourself to remain there. While you may find it comforting to be in the security of home, you must also learn to forge your own path. The past should be used as a guide for the future. Learn to focus on the present, and truly be aware.

Another reading of the Six of Cups reversed is that you may feel as though you are disconnected from your childhood self, and that child's dreams, which may sometimes be unrealistic. Not reaching these goals can be painful, but sometimes reality carves a path for you that you must follow, and you shouldn't blame yourself for your choices. Take the time to think about where you want to be now and how you can reach your goals, instead of just dreaming about them.

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mystic-panda-4 · 1 year

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I posted 27 times in 2022

That's 27 more posts than 2021!

9 posts created (33%)

18 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mystic-panda-4

@mallpretzles

@artmuseumsandoldbooks

@coffeebanana

I tagged 22 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#ao3 - 8 posts

#writing - 6 posts

#monoshinkami - 6 posts

#fanfiction - 6 posts

#bnha - 5 posts

#denki.darling - 3 posts

#fic - 3 posts

#grishaverse - 3 posts

#my hero academia - 3 posts

#fic link - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#this was just what possessed me over the course of the past four days to churn out nearly 13k words of content

My Top Posts in 2022:

I'm writing more Grishaverse stuff... It's going to be at least two fics to the series maybe more, but this one goes out to the person who asked me to write more Wesper!

... even though this pretty much does not count as a Wesper fic lmfao, they're in it though? I'll write more actual Wesper stuff soon I promise

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Okay I'm writing Wesper for real this time I swear

I don't know how long it's going to be and it's a song fic, but for that one irl that asked for Wesper it will be posted in a month or less otherwise ao3 will delete it

4 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

List of Fics

All the fics I have written, linked here for your browsing convenience, these all go directly to ao3 so uhh, be warned if you're concerned about ao3 popping up on your browser history? Idk

Confessions Gone Awry: Standalone, MonoShinKami

What Could Possibly Go Wrong? - A St. Patrick's Day Hallmark Movie: Part 1 of Hallmark Shenanigans, Tododeku

Nothing Could Possibly Go Wrong - A St. Patrick's Day Hallmark Sequel: Part 2 of Hallmark Shenanigans, Tododeku

Eyes Are Stronger Than Magic: Part 1 of Stronger Than Magic, MonoShinKami

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Do you watch denki.darling on TikTok?

Do you ship MonoShinKami?

Do you watch Miraculous?

Do you like fanfiction?

If you answered yes to three or more of those questions then boy oh boy do I have a fic for you, it's called Stronger Than Magic and I wrote it

Currently it's a series that's a little over 12k words with more to come! The cast of BNHA is living in the world of Miraculous, starring Kaminari as Marinette, a clumsy yet brilliant totally normal guy with a totally normal life, who has a crush on none other than Monoma as Adrien, a famous model that was childhood friends with Bakugou (because Bakugou's parents are famous designers in this one) another mostly normal boy with a mostly normal life because of the whole supermodeling thing

And Shinsou as Alya, the new guy in town that's been homeschooled for forever and is finally starting at public school.... When superheroes and akumas start showing up

Except Shinsou is the only one with deduction skills and has fallen hopelessly in love with both of them while blogging about them too because he loves superheroes

I spent a lot of time on it and I really love the AU but the lack of kudos is getting to me, so if you could read the fic and give it a kudos or reblog this it would be greatly appreciated!

Link below!

9 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is my entry for the Brimstone and Roses Continues contest! I know I'm really cutting it down to the wire here, but inspiration decided to strike at the last possible minute, but made up for it with 11k words of fic!

If you haven't read this comic already, I highly suggest you all go follow @speremint the wonderful creator of this comic and check it out on Webtoons! Season 2 Part 2 resumes today!

12 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #bro I need to be more active on here aksnskxks #I'm so sorry y'all I will post more next year I promise

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karinasbaby · 2 days

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ENHA HYUNG LINE — IT’S LIKE SUPERNATURAL ! ⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ — “𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥”

ᥫ᭡ P. fem!reader x hyung line. | W. fluff !! a lot of it! a few brief suggestive moments, riki, petnames, kissing ! mentions of showering together and yeah !! | WC. 3k+ | A,N. i’ve been in my soft girl hours for a really long time now so enjoy :D !!

IN WHICH..?! the hyung line realise exactly when they’re utterly and helplessly in love with you ! ♡

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ | feedback & reblogs r greatly appreciated :D ! enjoy & have a wonderful day / night <3

⋆.˚ 이희승 | VICTORY FOR YOU AND FOR ME.

✴︎ ۟ . | “that’s not how you’re supposed to fight him off!” heeseung jumped at the sudden raise in your voice from besides him when his character died again for the seventh time in the past twenty minutes. his fingers halting to a stop above the buttons atop his controller, “the villain is obviously going to hit you if you approach it from there!” you continued expressing your frustration while scooting closer to him on the couch.

heeseung remained silent as the confusion and stress from not winning this final level was making his head spin, he was wholeheartedly and absolutely done with this game that riki suggested to him with stupid claims of “i finished it in two hours!” and “it’s so easy you’re going to love it hyung!”

he shouldn’t have believed the younger. not when he spent two hours on the first three levels alone.

considering the fact that the previous game riki recommended him had a heart stopping jumpscare squeezed in it at the end (that resulted in him shrieking so loud that he woke you up from your nap which led him to be locked outside of your shared bedroom for the rest of the day), trusting riki should be the last option for heeseung when it comes to game recommendations.

“you’re supposed to use your weapon when he gets closer too, seungie.” you snickered while you began to move his little pixelated character correctly this time, the damage from the villain’s health bar showing immense progress in comparison to when the character was under heeseung’s control. heeseung’s eyes remained switching between your focused face and the screen that showed the merciless slashes of his character against the villain.

the satisfying sounds of you pressing on the buttons accompanied by the grunts of the characters echoed in the silent living room that welcomed the crimson and coral lights of the sunset atop its walls and floor, the same spread of colours reflected against your skin as well which inevitably threw heeseung in a trance.

you’ve always been beautiful in his eyes, yet at this moment you looked ethereal.

the soft glow of the screen changed with each praise after the successful hits on the villain, each colour reflected off of your eyes that appeared shinier than before, and heeseung knew he was done for when you subconsciously poked your tongue into your cheek engrossing yourself in complete concentration and focus on winning the final level for heeseung, unaware of the fact that he couldn’t care less about the game right now.

as if a spell had been casted on him, a witch that forced a bottle of love potion down his throat— heeseung was entirely enchanted. oblivious to the rapid beating of his heart against his chest, fighting with his ribcage to escape from his body that became aligned with countless goosebumps, chills and shivers running down his spine as his mind turned into a shimmering puddle of pure love.

so this was the love that he’s only been able to hear about? to see movies of and read stories about? was the universe finally granting him the privilege of finally falling against the soft clouds of devotion and love that transcended all limits, all tenses and all boundaries?

your squeal of victory brought him back into reality, his unanswered question lingered in the back of his mind while a gentle smile framed his face and softened eyes at the sight of you celebrating your win against the villain after watching heeseung’s multiple losses for the past hour.

“that’s how you win it, baby!” you beamed, turning around to face him with the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen, eyes shining in happiness that he vowed in that moment to always protect till his last breath, and he knew he needed no answer to his question anymore.

as you might have won the game, but heeseung won in life with you.

✧˖°. 박종성 | THE DIVINE ENCOUNTER.

❀ ݁ ˖ | the arcade has always been a space of comfort and safety for you, especially when you were accompanied by your dear lover.

jongseong who suggested an arcade date to you a few days ago after his schedule cleared up a bit now stood besides you under all the colorful and vibrant lights from around the arcade. one hand interlocked with yours while the other held on to the cotton candy he bought for you as your other hand was wrapped around the small cat plushie he won for you.

gift giving were for sure one of jongseong’s love language.

you nuzzled closer into the fur of the plushie when a sudden wave of wind breezed by you gently, sending slight shivers down your body that were noticed by jongseong.

“do you need my sweater, my love?” he asked as if he didn’t already have his jacket draped over your shoulders, his hand then separated from yours to grip onto the hem of his sweatshirt before you quickly stopped him, “there’s no need jongie.” your hand lowered to interlace with his again when he started to protest again.

“but if you fe—” “nonna!”both of your heads snapped in search of the sound, the cry of a young boy who sniffled once your eyes lowered to land on his shaking form, tears springing from his eyes and streaming down his face with countless other droplets separating from his jaw onto the ground, one hand holding a bright green coloured balloon while the other rubbed his glossy eyes.

before jongseong could even process the sight of the weeping child, you were already lowered on your knees with your hands carefully reaching towards the distressed boy who seemed to hiccup before jumping between your arms, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” you whispered to the child who clung onto your arms with complete safety, thankful for following his instincts that led him to you once his parents disappeared from his sight.

“i l-lost-” the boy inhaled shaky breaths, a new rush of tears falling down his flushed face as he tried to speak and utter the words that made his tiny little hands tighten their hold on you, “i lost my p-parents.” he sobbed before burying his face into your neck, his ballon long forgotten from his hold that now gripped onto jongseong’s jacket on your shoulder.

jongseong, who stood a few feet away from you remained frozen at the unexpected turn of events, though he was able to capture the floating balloon before it ascended into the sky, yet his focus was still glued on your calm and comforting demeanour that attempted to pacify the crying boy.

he felt himself falling in love further the more you whispered comforting words to him, if that was even possible with the amount of love he already held in his heart for you. it suddenly felt like none of it was able to fit in his heart anymore.

“hey… hey it’s okay, where did you last see them?” he finally came back to his senses and walked to stand in front of your figure that now carried the boy who snuggled closer to you, his hand moved upwards to tenderly caress the child’s back to reassure him of his safety, “i can’t r-remember” he stuttered further.

your concerned eyes found jongseong’s own anxious ones, the twist and spiral of each emotion in your gaze made his heart leap into his throat, the evident protectiveness and instinctual need to hide the child in your arms made jongseong’s entire perspective change in a few seconds.

your clear love and display of affection for him intensified jongseong’s adoration for you, previous questions and doubts about your relationship that he wanted to prolong till his last breath were all washed away in an instant. especially his concern over whether or not your thoughts and goals in your love life aligned with his.

now his biggest dream and desire to start a family with you didn’t seem impossible in his eyes, it actually seemed perfect for him.

“it’s okay little one, we’ll find your parents in no time.” you reassured, voice lowering to a mere excited whisper to travel to the boy’s ear that seemed to visibly melt in your hold at your words, he nodded at you once he lifted his face from your neck. the sight of his wet face instantly made your eyebrows furrow, you quickly turned towards jongseong who was now staring at the interaction between you two with the widest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.

“what?” you chuckled at his gentle eyes that gazed at you and the kid with fondness, almost appearing like they were yearning for the scene in front of him which made your head spin before you cleared your throat. “nothing..” he quickly shook his head, lowering his head while his smile widened, “could you please pass me a tissue from my bag?” you asked with an adorable pitch in your voice that made jongseong stifle a laugh as he extended his arm to give you the said item.

no words could describe how thankful he was for the random appearance of this kid that allowed him to see a different side of you, one that he wasn’t sure he’ll ever be able to get enough of.

‧₊˚ ⋅ 심재윤 | A SIGHT OF HEAVEN.

⟡₊⋆∘ | “the recipe says to add one cup of cho—” you were cut off by jaeyun’s flour covered finger that swiped the said powder on your cheek with some particles even gracefully falling atop your black shirt that you wore beneath your apron in the middle of the kitchen.

where jaeyun expressed his undying hunger for the cookies he claimed only you were able to make, to which you agreed on baking if he helped you in creating the delicious cookies.

and how you wished you hadn’t asked him to join you. because a few minutes after that first swipe of flour followed by jaeyun bursting into laughter you found yourself on the kitchen floor with him on top of you, both of you covered in atleast one bag worth of flour that tangled its way into your hair strands and your outfits, but atleast you were too busy giggling to pay attention to the mess that will require atleast an hour of cleaning.

in fact, the mess and the abandoned bowl of cookie batter was the last thought in your mind as jaeyun kept you in his hold against the floor, lips attached onto your neck to suck noisily at your sensitive spots just to hear your cheerful giggles at his touches.

“jaeyu— baby please, we need to clean up.” you were barely able to get your words past your lips with his continuous kissing that was now accompanied by his hands tickling your sides seemingly tired from resting on your waist, then after a few more soft kicks and complains from you, jaeyun finally lifted himself off.

allowing you to take in the sight of his questionable appearance, his eyes raked through your flour covered hair and the random spots that were also tainted with faint lines of melted chocolate, the two of you grinned at the other’s ridiculous appearance one final time before jaeyun helped you up from the kitchen floor and pulled (basically dragged you) to the bathroom.

chuckles and sweet whispers of love were exchanged between the bathroom walls as the two of you helped each other in undressing from the dirty clothes, bathing under the yellow shades of the sun that were welcomed from your window, a comfortable atmosphere taking place as you both stepped under the warm water with jaeyun’s hands instantly finding their home around your waist, he pulled you closer to him just enough to connect his lips to yours.

the feeling of you practically melting in his hold at the connection of his pillowy lips with yours made his heart thunder between his ribs, fingers tightening around your skin as he leaned back against the wall in hopes of grounding himself while you dizzingly deepened the kiss that made his head spin.

it was your simple head tilt to the side, the combination of the kiss deepening along with your tongue sneakily teasing his lower lip were enough to make jaeyun’s knees buckle, he was absolutely gone.

your hands then moved to rest against his shoulder blades, fingers gently tapping against his skin that warmed further under your touch than the hot water, and when you pulled away to squeeze in a short breath of air into your lungs his lips continued to chase after yours, eyes closed as he completely immersed himself in the feeling of you against him, drowning himself in your presence entirely.

and once the two of you finally separated after what felt like an eternity, jaeyun’s eyes were only open halfway. the sight of your lips tinted in a pretty cherry shade was enough to make him smile, unaware of the fact that his looked just as swollen as yours, and god jaeyun wasn’t prepared to open his eyes fully to take in the view of you.

he felt countless butterflies dancing happily in his stomach when his eyes connected with yours, your soft smile that graced your face for him only, your eyes that were decorated with wet lashes that held onto tiny droplets of water that appeared like crystals around your irises, pools that were filled to the brim with love so so much love for him only. the longer you looked up at him with so much adoration the more jaeyun felt his heart fluttering in his body.

he knew he was done for when he noticed the wide smile that stretched on his face in the glossy reflection of your eyes, never has he in his entire life felt himself so full with love.

but he couldn’t question himself for feeling like this either, not when the sun casted a golden light on you that made you appear as you were a piece of heaven itself that fell into the soft palms of his hands, not when you appeared like the reincarnation of all angels above, crafted with the utmost amount of love, purity and beauty.

in that moment, jaeyun couldn’t help but thank all heavens and universes that were skies higher than him for allowing his path to tangle with yours. as he’ll never ever dare to even think about unraveling your destinies.

⊹₊ ⋆ 박성훈 | MY BABY GLOWS FOR ME !

⋆⑅˚₊ | sunghoon has always longed for a love that he would allow himself to get fully lost in. to feel like he was walking between radiant flower fields, ones where he felt the petals gently grazing his skin while the clouds looked lower than usual above him, a love that cradled his lonely spirit and allowed him to travel it’s depths freely.

such love lived in his head for a time longer than he’d like. this desire of his seemed impossible to achieve in the beginning, he felt as if his wish was nonexistent, unavailable for him to even pursue.

but he wasn’t unfamiliar with taking risks either, he never feared away from dates and other potential relationships that had no promises of granting him his wishes regarding an eternal love. luckily enough for him, he thankfully never got too attached to anyone previously. it was as if his heart knew that this wasn’t what he was searching for.

so when the time for separation, the declarations of the failure of the relationship arrived, sunghoon didn’t feel too affected.

because if there was one thing that came to par with his incessant need to devote himself for a love for the rest of his life, it had to be his determined search and belief that somewhere in this small world, his other half that will engulf his heart in their arms existed.

and at this current moment, he couldn’t have been more thankful for his decisions. as his persistent search had paid off in the end. his belief and determination finally led him to you, who was sleeping soundly besides him beneath the fluffy blankets that enveloped your body.

he pushed himself closer to you, his bare chest pressing against your back. the events of yesterday came rushing back to his head, the remembrance of the intimate moments that were filled with blooming love and hushed whispers between only the two of you made warmth creep into his body, the adorable redness settling in his ears and cheeks which led him to bury his face into your neck.

his fingers brushed against your bare skin, gentle strokes that he hoped conveyed the affection he carried for you, the tip of his middle finger travelled from your waist to your hip, the movement causing you to stir in your sleep while your deep breathes gradually turned lighter, indicating your awakening to sunghoon who subconsciously held his breath in anticipation.

“hoon?” you whispered, voice still laced with sleep as you turned around to face him, unaware of the way sunghoon’s breath got knocked out from his lungs the second he got to see you in all of your morning glory. god how was it even possible for you to look more beautiful?

“yes, love?” he whispered back while his eyes studied your features that gazed at him tenderly, your presence completely took over his senses in that moment. all he could smell was the sweet aroma of your hair, he felt your soft skin beneath his finger tips, heard your quite whispers and voice that lulled his heart to fall deeper in love with you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

allowing you to take over his focus, his vision and his whole being. especially now that you appeared like you were practically glowing in his arms, “you’re glowing baby, enjoyed last night a bit too much?” he chuckled when your cheeks visibly reddened at his words before you buried your head in his neck with a harmless pinch to his bicep that wrapped around you. “you’re acting like i was the only one that enjoyed it.” his fingers that were drawing small shapes and patterns on your skin came to a halt at your words.

“oh believe me when i tell you that i loved last night”his hand reached lower to pinch you back on your hip before he laughed at the shocked squeal from around his neck, his heart bursting with more love as you nuzzled yourself closer to him, wishing to have owned the ability to pause time forever in this moment.

as sunghoon didn’t mind to bath in your love and your glow for eternity.

♡ — hope u enjoyed !! :D big thanks to ariana for releasing supernatural & to boys world for having such adorable and love-radiating songs for inspiring me to write this <3

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cobraonthecob · 2 years

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drew momo as a request for flourchildwrites! will be posting this on twitter soon!

her request was for momo to be an earthbender, so i did my best trying to incorporate all that in here. i put momo in qing dynasty type of clothing after a ton of self-debate, and my reasoning is 1) the majority of the earth kingdom is mainly based off of china and while momo is very much not chinese, atla flung everyone into a blender to make it happen, so it was either i added in extra elements that didn’t exist canonically or i worked with canon 2) the only place in the earth kingdom that is remotely based off of japan is kyoshi island, but the can of worms there is that a lot of the aesthetic is taken from the ainu, and i felt like it’d be even worse if i put momo in ainu clothing and 3) she’s already been drawn in a modern-day qipao, why not have her in clothing fashion that preceeds our modern day and age?

anyways, i tried to make it a nice shade of green for her since bnha is allergic to putting her in a good shade of green lmfao. i unfortunately couldn’t find a good resource in time to add anything to the outfit, so she’s going in a plain robe aklsjdflaksjf

her hair’s down because i’m a lazy man

also i spent way too much time trying to figure out how to draw geodes, reblogs would be greatly appreciated

#nightfalcon arts #bnha #boku no hero academia #momo yaoyorozu

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fencecollapsed · 3 years

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after nearly a month of work I’m proud to present every song from Starkid’s The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, traditionally illustrated!

also known as part one of my Hatchetfield art project~

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oliviajdjarin · 2 years

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Azriel Shadowsinger: Good Morning

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: one look at Azriel’s sculpted, faultless face deep in slumber, leads you to act on one of your deepest, most concealed desires.

Warnings: SMUTTT, oral (male receiving), a lot of moaning, consent is discussed in previous conversations, allusions to more sex, Az is just heavenly, dirty talk, please practice consent and safety!!

A/N: This one is really smutty, so please proceed with caution. I have been in a huge Azriel mood lately and I have been loving writing for him. My requests and asks are open, so please feel free to contact me with any ideas you may have. Thank you all so much for everything, and I hope you enjoy this one :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be greatly appreciated <3

Azriel Masterlist

The first tangible pieces of consciousness began to form behind you eyes, and your weak, heavy muscles still felt melted into the bed sheets.

The dizzying high from the night spent with your mate had finally worn off, and a warm bliss was all that remained.

You finally opened your eyes, blinking at the sudden harsh lights, and rolled over on to your side. You were met with a warm, clean chest, and you could feel his deep breaths underneath your palm.

Azriel. Your mate.

Your sleep-filled eyes were still blurry, but his toned chest and sharp jawline were crystal clear. He was laying on his back, and his wings were stretched out completely underneath your bare body, holding you close to him.

They were snug and comfortable, and they completely encapsulated you in the scent and feel of him.

Once your eyes finally cleared, you got to take in the full view.

His mouth was open just enough to have his long breaths escape, and his gorgeous features were completely at rest. There was not a crease on his forehead, nor a frown on his lips. He was completely at ease, and it was so rare for you to see him that way.

His hair looked frizzy and soft, and his broad chest up to his neck was covered with your love bites. They stretched down to his chiseled abdomen as well, and his tattoos looked glorious in the rising sun.

If beauty was a being, it was Azriel. It had to be.

A drowsy smile came to your lips, and you continued to trace and memorize his body in this state. The shadowsinger had once been a deity to you, something that you’d never be able to touch and hold. He was intimidating and brooding, using his skills everywhere he went. It felt as if he was branding every secret and mistake you had ever made when your eyes would connect.

It took years for the gift of his trust to finally be given to you. Years. And when that mating bond finally snapped into place, the way he looked at you and the truths he spilled to you were all you had ever wanted from him.

Every tear, every heartache, every twinge of jealousy was worth it. The way he kissed, worshiped, and made love to you that night was decadent. The things he mumbled in your ear liquified you to the floor.

And last night felt just as special.

There was just something about when Az was slow, and focused on taking his time. There were no responsibilities to worry about, or threats he had to watch out for.

It was only you.

He would stare into your eyes as you came, and coax you through two or three more releases. He would hold you close to him, hitting you as deeply and forcefully as he could. Your hands would scrape down his back and pull through his hair, and he would let himself become completely undone under your touch.

No barriers. No hiding. Fully Azriel.

All sex with him was good, but that was your favorite, and he knew it.

And last night, he made sure to make it even better than you ever remembered it being.

As you continued to watch him sleep, you allowed those memories to wash over you. You could feel his own love bites on your skin, and the pit in your stomach started to yearn for more.

More groans, more gasps, more pleads for you and only you. More scratches through your hair, more kisses down your spine. More tastes of him in your mouth.

Your body was simmering, and an idea popped into your head that fully lit it on fire.

You had talked about it with him before. He had given total permission for you to try it, and the tease in his eyes made you think that he wanted it more than you did.

You took one more look at his angelic face, and decided that it looked too empty of pleasure.

It was time you fixed that.

You grinned sinfully, and pulled the covers off of you. The cool air hit your naked body, making chills erupt over your skin, but you barely felt it. The decadence of arousal was already beginning to make your skin hot and sweaty.

You then, as gently as you could, swung your leg over Az’s, and settled yourself over his bulge. You pulled the covers back over your lower half, and you were now face to face with his already rising shaft.

You looked up at him one more time, seeing if he showed any signs of waking, but the deep breaths of his stomach were proof enough.

You smiled one more time, letting the endorphins take over, and you kissed the head of his cock.

Nothing.

No twitch. No sharp intake of air. Nothing.

You kissed it again, longer this time, and swiped your tongue along it as well. The heat from your tongue made his cock twitch ever so slightly against it, and your eyes sprang back up to his face.

He looked exactly the same, except that his barely opened mouth had opened only a little bit more.

This was exactly what you wanted.

You wanted to move so slowly and so delicately, that the feeling of his cock in your mouth would feel like a dream to him. He would wake up when it was becoming too much, and he would realize that it had never been a dream.

That devilish smile came to your face one more time, and you licked all the way along his cock, closing your eyes to concentrate.

You then kissed and licked some more, only bringing the tip into your mouth, and slowly increased your passion. Your firm grip against the sheets was the only thing keeping your own moans at bay.

This teasing went on for a minute or two, before your eyes popped open at the groan released from Az’s throat.

It was deep and faint, but you heard it. It rippled through you like a drug, and your confidence only increased.

You took more and more of him into your mouth, letting the heat of your breath surround it, and his eyes began to flutter.

You quickly pulled away, and his hips shot up to follow you.

“Y/N,” he mumbled. You couldn’t tell if he was asleep or awake.

“Yes?” you whispered, but released a breath when he didn’t respond. Sweat had began to coat your back and your thighs, and you could feel it dripping from your hair as well.

Slower than you did before, you licked and kissed his shaft for a few moments. The last thing you wanted to do was rush, but the taste of him was becoming addicting. The gnawing in your core for his hands in your hair and your name from his lips was becoming unbearable.

You placed your hands on his hips, and licked the vein stretching from his base to his tip, and the startled gasp from above you made you moan against him.

“Y/N?” Azriel said, breathless. Your eyes connected.

“Good morning, Azriel,” you took his tip completely in your mouth, and his back arched in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he moaned. His voice was still groggy from sleep. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so—gods.”

“I’m what?” you said, releasing him. “I’m so what? Say it.”

You met his eyes again, hovering your mouth over his thoroughly hard dick, and the desperation in his hazel eyes caused you to squeeze his hips harder.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, and you smiled.

“Keep talking,” you mumbled, and you put as much of his dick in your mouth as you could. He let out a high pitched moan, and scraped his large hands against your scalp, burying them in your hair.

“I—I thought I was dreaming,” he said. “You had your pretty mouth wrapped around me, just like this, and I could feel you breathing.”

You moaned against him, and his breaths became shakier.

“Gods look at you,” he said. “You knew I wanted this last night, didn’t you? Pretty girl. Too fucking good to me.”

You pumped the top of his dick with your right hand, and thrusted the rest of it into your mouth with your left. Az’s eyes rolled back, and he began to meet your thrusts with his hips.

“Just like that. Just like that.”

The two of you moved in sync, and his thrusts moved faster and faster.

“Where do you—where do you want it—” but he cut himself off with his own moan when you took him almost completely into your mouth. He pushed your head down, trying to keep it steady, and he almost hit the back of your throat.

He moaned your name one last time before you tasted his release, and you finally pulled away with a pop when you swallowed the last drops.

You let your droopy eyes meet Az’s once more, and you laughed at his shocked and blissed out expression.

You kissed up his sweaty body from his hips, to his stomach, to his lips. He pulled you in from the back of your head, and instantly his tongue met yours. He tasted himself in your mouth, and he moaned hopelessly into it.

You pulled his mouth away from yours, and kissed his nose delicately before connecting your foreheads. His hands held you firmly at your waist.

“You didn’t say good morning back,” you teased, and the darkness in Az’s eyes finally won their fight against the gold.

“Mmm…you’re right,” he said slyly, dragging his knuckles against your cheekbone.

“Why don’t I just keep fucking you in my bed until tomorrow, and I’ll say it then.”

The surprise in your eyes was blatant, and Az smiled up at you.

“You’re not leaving until I return the favor,” he whispered, and his lips collided with yours.

It was definitely a good morning.

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mikasa would be the prettiest ever sitting on ur cock 🥺 i don’t think she makes a lot of sound during sex but she little stuttering breaths and sharp inhales are the cutest.

˗ˏˋtalk to me´ˎ˗

mikasa x m!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex (don’t), just soft sex nothing too much :3 not proofread btw so sorry for mistakes :p

remember: modern au, everyone’s +18, male reader.

note: PHUUCCKK— yes. this is. yes. (i got so carried away-)

ickymichi 2022. don’t repost on this or any other platform. feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated.

❈ she’ll truly never know how beautiful she sounds either under or above you. whenever you make her feel good.

❈ soft little whimpers she desperately tires to keep in as your tongue deep in her cunt, fingers rubbing over her sensitive clit or either pinching and groping her perfect tits. one hand always stays covering her mouth, as if she’s embarrassed about the beautiful noises she makes. they’re never concealed for long because your hand will always grasp hers and bring it to guide your head to how she pleases, letting her make more of the noises that has your hips rutting.

❈ and for when she’s actually getting fucked, she desperately tries to keep them in. but with the ways you fold, degrade, praise and punish her it’s nearly impossible. if you have her on her back, legs either around your waist or on your shoulders, mikasa will go for your shoulder and bite down to try quieten herself. but she’ll succumb to just allowing herself to lie back and let moans fly from her mouth.

❈ as for when you have her bouncing on your cock..,

the sight before you is one you could dream of every night and not get sick of. and you do, most nights that lead to a problem to deal with in the morning. but this morning you didn’t wake up with one, but definitely will in the next 30 seconds.

the sound of the shower shutting off suddenly and footsteps patting across the tiles. sunlight bleeding through the sheer blinds right on your eyes had you wincing and flipping over to face the other side. just as you did the bathroom door pushed open, your eyes instantly shooting open, all the tiredness fleeing your body in an instant.

out from the steamed bathroom walked mikasa in her beautiful glory, nude head to toe and the water from her shower cascading down all the crevices of her body. her steps soft on her way to the dresser to retrieve clean clothes. while she’s serching you’ve got the perfect view of the water’s final destination on mikasa’s peachy ass. her profile sending a rush to your cock.

in her post shower daze mikasa mustn’t of noticed you’d woken up, getting started by you sitting up slightly against the headboard and not as you were when she left. “oh did i wake you? sorry i tried to be quick.” although she didn’t wake you, she kinda did wake you up. “don’t worry i was already up.” she responded with a hum. in three steps mikasa was at the foot of the bed and in a few movements she was crawling up towards you, all still bare and not helping the blood rushing straight down.

her porcelain skin glows with the sheen of the water, her hair smelled like the shampoo you love so much,—that you steal a bit from time to time—and her body wash still fresh on her skin took over your senses. “you’re so beautiful,” you always told her, many times throughout your day. and you tell her now as she sits herself right on your pelvis, —nearly touching the ache between your thighs—. but it still has mikasa dipping her head when she feels it heat up.

any other time and you would’ve spent more time telling her just how oh so pretty she is. but the need to feel her warm tight walls wrapping around you was too much to handle. your large hands rubbed at her hips and waist till you began moving mikasa’s hips to grind her bare pussy against your boxer clad cock, the sudden movement took a surprised gasp from the woman above you. her hand immediately shot to her mouth to cover any more sounds she’d let slip.

once you noticed the hand on her mouth you took her wrist, rubbing your thumb across the soft skin. “don’t want you hiding those pretty noises from me angel.” even just your voice, never mind her hips still grinding, made mikasa whimper quietly behind tight lips. with a new found confidence, mikasa stopped her hips and rose on her knees until she had enough room to strip you from your now soiled boxers, letting your hard cock slap against your abdomen until mikasa grasped it with her hand that she let her spit fall into, pumping the small soft hand around you. huffs of air was all you could let out at finally feeling her soft skin touch you. sensing she’s ready her hand guiding the reddened tip to her leaking entrance, pushing and sinking her hips down all in one go. the action making you both choke on a breath, mikasa cutting off into a loud moan that shocked you both, the sound just went straight to your cock that was now nestled in mikasa’s tight walls. “that’s what i wanna hear baby, keep making them noises for me, yeah?”

she didn’t even get to nod or even give a hum, you barley let yourself finishing talking before thrusting up into mikasa from below. the force of your hips knocked mikasa off balance slightly and in a haste she placed her hands on your chest to keep her grounded, but that meant she had nothing to cover her mouth, resulting in gorgeous moans and gasps to flow from your girlfriend above you. the overwhelming pleasure already took over you the minute you pushed into mikasa, with it your hands moved from her hips to the plush globes of her ass to get a better grip allowing you to hit deeper spots, and indulge in the feeling of the fat spilling through the gaps in your fingers and the skin warming under your hand as you brought it down on her cheek.

up above you mikasa was no better. she couldn’t control her moans even if she tried, and frankly, with how incredib you were making her feel, she didn’t have a care in the world about how she sounded. all she could focus on was how good your cock felt rutting into her cunt, nearly hitting against her cervix. in her mind all mikasa wanted was more, more of you and more of your cock to push her closer to the desired edge.

before you could realise, mikasa was pushing herself up and sitting straight up, bouncing herself on your cock as if it was a toy she was using for her own self pleasure. “oh fuuck, that’s it baby. bounce on that cock just like that.” she let out a quiet, yet high pitched, yelp as you brought your hand down against her now red skin once again. and how could she not want more of your touch? it’s all she wanted, so her hands wrapped around your wrists to drag your own hands up along her body, to squeeze at her tits, back down her stomach and finally rest on her throat where you squeezed around her neck, the free hand resting on her lower belly, thumb rubbing slow circles on her puffy clit.

“talk to me mika, tell me how fucking good it feels, tell me.” you needed to hear her soft voice crack at an attempt to speak. you could see her mouth opening and closing, trying to form words as she continued to bounce wildly. “i-it’s so—nggh!—it’s so fucking g-good!, i love it s-so much!” you out of anyone knew how quiet mikasa was, even with just the two of you her voice remained soft. so seeing her cry out about how good it feels fucking herself on your cock, her walls tightened each time her ass slapped against your thigh. with everything coming over you, the tightening in your stomach got close to snapping.

if you weren’t listening to every noise coming out of mikasa, you would’ve missed the whisper barely come out of her. “hmm? what’s up angel, sh-shit, tell me what’s wrong.” her walls her getting tighter and her movements loosing the rhythm they previously had. “i-i’m gonna c-cum, please let me, please” her voice still soft and head bowed down so her black bangs covered her teary eyes. the apparentness of your own finish closing in had groans slipping from you. “cum on my cock baby, cum for me nice and hard, make those pretty noises one more time.”

although below her you were still rubbing her clit and meeting her hips, mikasa completely froze and slapped her hands against your chest to stop herself from caving in. her head was tossed back and eyes rolled to the back of her head as one final moan barely left her fucked out body till all that was left were whimpers from the aftershock and your thumb still stimulating her now oversensitive clit. the angelic sight would make anyone finish right then, your own body giving up on holding back and pulling mikasa flush with your body so you could get your cock as deep as you could in her pussy to fill her up, aswell as pushing your face into the crease of her neck to muffle the choked moan you let out.

after a few minutes of laboured breathing and soft touches mikasa gathered enough strength to push herself up to look down at you. “‘m all sweaty again” she huffed with a timid laugh, the infectious action making you smile under her. “i guess we both gotta shower now huh?”

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