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seelestia · 3 days

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⟡ to set one's self aflame. (do it all for love.)

⎯ how protective are they of you? how do they protect you and how do they like being protected in return? { s for security ノordered by @phantovia! }

RESERVED FOR! ꒰ character ꒱. lyney ft. gn!reader. { 1.5k words wc }

FLAVOR! ꒰ genre ꒱. fluff & sprinkles of lore angst, established relationship.

TOPPINGS! ꒰ tags ꒱. lowkey a character study made poetic (???). mentions of self-destructive habits, also pls don't smile at lyney bcs he's weak in the knees for u.

BAKER’S NOTE! ꒰ thoughts ꒱. thanks for the req, yona! i got to appreciate this silly guy all over again thanks to u ‹3 ik ur acc is already archived so i hope this made for a nice tribute. pls take care of urself & have a good life ahead 🫂

lyney is protective to a concerning extent. the instinct of an older brother, maybe?

there is some sort of irony to be found in it all since the reason he protects to a 'concerning' extent is out of concern in the first place.

behind his show of brilliance, you consider yourself lucky enough to have witnessed a side to lyney that his audience wouldn't have guessed; that he is a worrier in every aspect of the word. whether for his family, for you, for his friends or for others he comes across that are plagued by misfortune - if all that worry were to come in the shape of dimes, he'd already have an abundance of them to share with the entire nation of fontaine.

but he has no choice, does he?

his background is not a clean slate nor is it a display of sunshine and rainbows resembling his magic shows. lyney's hands are tainted, covered by his gloves as a measly means of self-solace. he has to worry. associating himself deeply and intimately with another is a risk on its own - comparable to dragging someone else down into the murkier depths with him. he can never do that, never has the courage nor the heart to.

(but fortunately for him, you've always been braver than most.)

. . .isn't that why you offered your hand, your trust to him first? he swore to never let you down from that day on.

easier said than done, however.

the house of the hearth operates within the shadows but as for its foes? some also prefer to dwell in the dark and some move in broad daylight. no matter what it is, they all require the same precaution: for him to keep his guard up at all times. every child has been trained by “father” to know that but you're an innocent, tied to this precarious matter merely due to your connection with him.

(“i don't regret anything,” you told him but he didn't look into your eyes, conflicted. you couldn't tell if he believed you or not.)

how was your day? have you eaten? you look sad, did something happen? — all these little questions are a way for him to show that he cares, that you're important, that you're his responsibility and he'll be there for you.

bound by both guilt and love, lyney promises to keep you safe. from whatever kinds of threats there are; whether it be fools with nefarious schemes or even an insect you're too scared to touch, he'll keep you safe all the same. so please, don't hide from him if you're dealing with something. it's better to let him handle it. . . right, correction: the two of you can handle it together.

(truly, his desire to protect can both be his greatest strength and most formidable foe.)

the way lyney protects is through self-sacrifice, granting peace in exchange for destruction of the self.

since the very beginning, lyney has grown used to seeing the world through the lens of a protector.

he recalls the old times where he and lynette loitered the streets in ragged clothes and the only refuge he could provide her with was his hand. it mattered not if he was freezing cold from the rain. . . as long as his little sister was protected, comforted by whatever warmth he had left - it's alright. to do that wasn't an option then, it was a necessity.

to sacrifice himself is a habit. it's easy to adopt but not at all easy to discard.

in lyney's eyes, burdens often seem as if they would be lighter upon his shoulders than they are on another's - but this is only wishful thinking. only meant to convince himself that pain shall eventually lose its harsh bite the more he bears it. “well, has it?” if asked, he cannot give an answer. regardless, that alone is enough of a justification for him because he can't bear the thought of doing anything else; to stand idly by, to be utterly useless.

if he has the means to protect others, why wouldn't he do so? even if he wears himself down to the bone, he’d do it again. akin to a bright flame lit in a hearth, lyney envelopes those near him in a blanket of warmth - and if the blaze threatens to flicker, he'd simply ignite a piece of himself to prevent it from diminishing into futile cinders. he won't let it happen.

(but little does he know that even cinders still serve a purpose. they exist as proof, a sign that his sacrifice has never been in vain.)

in return, lyney feels protected by simply knowing that you're happy (and your acknowledgement of his efforts).

let's call it an innate principle that belongs to a magician; he wants to see smiles on the faces of others. “a smile weighs much lighter for your face to carry compared to a frown, no?” he joked to you once, tapping gently on the corner of his lips with a grin. it was said with a light heart, but you knew he meant it deep down.

(he always does so much, only to ask for so little in return.)

you were not so cruel that you couldn't even grant him that, so you smiled. genuine and grateful. “. . .thank you, lyney,” you said. he fell quiet then. had the wind been knocked out of his lungs or had the world stopped spinning? he thought he saw stars in your eyes, but that couldn't possibly be true. the sun glaring down at him from behind the clouds above remained unmoved.

not like it mattered, anyway. his poor heart was far too occupied with you to care about the answer. “o-oh? you're welcome. . .” lyney blinked, multiple times, dazedly.

gratitude is not a foreign concept to him; he often receives it from an audience member, a lonely elder he briefly chatted with, a fellow member from the house of the hearth — so, just what makes it different now? perhaps, it's because he knows that you've beared witness to his heart that lies deeper within.

that you see right through him, that you're thanking him for who he truly is, although he no longer has a definite image of “self” from the countless white lies piling at his feet like a tower. yet he finds comfort in it, in the way you hold his sullied hands so kindly. he isn't wearing gloves this time. strange, lyney had never imagined transparency to be a feeling so benevolent and cathartic.

no matter what thoughts are buzzing in his head or what ache tugs on his body, they can pester him as much as they'd like - with one swift recall of your smile, lyney feels as if he can banish them even if momentarily. they'll come back sooner or later, he knows, but is it cowardly of him to find solace in that brief respite?

when lynette taps on his cheek to wake him up in the morning, when freminet knocks on his door to deliver something, when other siblings flock around him to welcome him home, or when you come to visit him after a long day — those worries disappear — but even if he already knows that they will make their inevitable return. . . perhaps, everything will be okay.

(it has to be, he tells himself.)

“did something happen yesterday?”

your lunch with a certain feline girl in front of hotel bouffes d'ete kickstarts with a simple question. but the abruptness of it all wipes away the content look on your face and replaces it with a frown.

the tea in your cup reflects your reflection as much as it does your perplexity. lynette lifts her own teacup to her lips, composed while you're lost in thought, confused.

“lyney went home with a wide smile on his face yesterday,” she elaborates, humming either at the tea or at the current matter she's recalling. perhaps, even both but you aren't sure yet. “while this wouldn't be an odd occurrence, i thought there must've been a special occasion to warrant a smile that wide.”

ah. the realization dawns on you in gentle waves. he said something that prompted a smile out of you yesterday — the exchange of a kind “thank you” from your side and a flustered “you're welcome” from his — not that smiling is a rarity around him, hardly, the one thing magicians do best is attract smiles.

your gaze drifts down to stare at nothing in particular. fond memories filled with the face of a familiar magician swims before your eyes. “hm. . . it must've meant a lot more to him than i expected,” you mumble to yourself. in your eyes, you'd think the look on your face represents the paradigm of nostalgia but in lynette's eyes, you look like a madman smiling to yourself so intensely.

“not you too,” she lets out a resigned sigh, placing down her teacup. “smiling to yourself like that. . .” she shakes her head in a disappointed manner, “you and lyney must've been rubbing off on each other these days.”

“maybe a bit too much,” lynette adds, but there is a ghost of a smile on her face this time around.

you can only smile sheepishly.

— thank you for reading! reblogs with comments are most appreciated.

#genshin x reader #lyney x reader #—stellaronhvnters.#genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin hcs #genshin impact hcs #genshin x you #seelestial.inks #reveriesincups

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itoldsunset · 1 year

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the "dirty love" song from dirty laundry ep. 1

#dirty laundry #dirty laundry the series #midnight series dirty laundry #midnight series: dirty laundry #foei patara #film rachanun #my gifs #reposting bc it wasn't showing up in the tags!!#anyway pls watch this ridiculous show it's so funny

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carmyboobear · 3 months

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ANON (COVERS MY FACE) this embarrassed me but also SO inspired me. You’re a genius. Please take this

Tags: MDNI🔞, dom carmy, fingering, dirty talk!!!, spitting

So I’ve been thinking about Carm propping you up on a table a lot recently, spreading your legs and exposing you to him. In this scenario I think the two of you were watching a movie, but you were more focused on him—cuddling up close to him, touching him, kissing him…And I think he had enough.

“Why’re you so wet, hm?” Carmy’s dragged you to the edge of the table. He’s sitting at one of the chairs, pulled up close. One of his hands is rubbing up and down one of your bare legs. The other is at your pussy, parting your folds delicately with his fingers.

“‘Cause of you, Carm,” you admit, because you know it’s what he wants to hear. It works like a charm.

“‘Cause of me?” The broad surface of his thumb dips against your entrance, coating itself in the wetness that collected there. “That’s what’s got you leaking, baby?” You nod quickly, and he hums in approval. “That’s my girl…”

He brings his hand to his mouth, sucks your fluid off his thumb. When he brings it back down, coated in spit, it’s slick against slick. His long fingers just keep stroking at your pussy, smearing your wetness everywhere, teasing and rubbing your folds until they’re hot and puffy.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs. His other hand’s left your thigh to tug up at the hood of your clit, jutting it out for him to touch. He brings his wet thumb to stroke slippery circles over your hard nub, and you keen, hips jutting forward. “This pretty pink pussy…you’re so soft, baby.”

“D-Don’t say that—” His words broil in your gut and make your clit throb against his circling thumb. “Fuck—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says darkly, his index and thumb suddenly pinching and rolling at your clit, and you gasp, throwing your head back as your body tightens. “This pussy belongs to me, and that’s exactly how you like it, don’t you?”

“C-Carm—” His pinching fingers are massaging your clit harder. You can barely speak.

“You’re mine, and I’ll say whatever I like about what belongs to me.” You try to respond, but only weak moans come out. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll make you come.”

“Please,” you beg, but it’s not enough.

“Tell me who this perfect pussy belongs to,” he says again. His blue eyes are dark. “I won’t say it again.”

“I-It—it belongs to you, Carmy,” you whimper, but his expression remains unfazed, dissatisfied. “My pussy—my pretty pussy,” you amend, cheeks burning, and that’s what finally satiates him.

“Good girl,” he whispers, “good fucking girl.”

He sinks two thick, long fingers into you, and it feels like a release. You moan as you squeeze down on them, trying to suck them back in every time they drag back. His other hands uses two fingers to part your folds around your clit. You feel it throb in the open air.

When he leans forward, you think he’s going to suck on it, but then you feel hot spit hitting your clit.

“All mine,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His fingers return, flicking your clit brutally from side to side, and alongside the fingers deep in your pussy, you’re wound up so tight you swear you’re gonna snap.

“Carmy,” you moan, sweet and desperate. Your legs are trembling. “I’m gonna come,” you sob.

“I know, baby. Be good and come all over my fingers for me, yeah?” His quick fingers smack against your pussy with every thrust, the sounds wet and clear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous down here…and it’s all mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

“All yours, Carm,” you gasp, and you’re gushing all over his fingers. Your orgasm is a tidal wave bottled up in the container of your body, thrashing on your insides. His nimble fingers keep rubbing and thrusting in you as you come, relentless as you tighten and throb against him.

“Perfect,” he hums, and he keeps his fingers moving. You have a feeling he’s not gonna let you go until your wetness is dripping onto the floor.

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #my asks #my blurbs #sorry anon had to repost bc it wasn't showing up in the tags #my smut #Carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut

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somresources · 1 year

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boneinator · 5 months

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Forgot I had these uh. Love putting him in outfits <3

(reblogs > likes !!)

#repost bc it wasn't showing up in the tags #dhmis #dont hug me im scared #colin the computer #traditional art #hatsune miku #mettaton #catboy #I GUESS. DON'T @ AT ME FOR IT 😭#bone's singular crumb

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confi-daunts · 2 months

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here are some ryojis of varying quality and long-leggedness

^ me rn

#keydraws #art #persona 3 #p3 #ryoji mochizuki #persona 3 ryoji #love this guy hes the best! hope there's no tragedy inherent to his being or something #also repost bc this wasn't showing up the first time :p #ok rambling in the tags over now I will continue to think about ryoji at all hours of my day

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skullism · 16 days

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my fav judgemental lesbians

#bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #cressida cowper #finch.png #reposting bc it wasn't showing up in the tags :(

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thefrogdalorian · 6 months

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Din Djarin + sitting

#din djarin #my edits #the mandalorian #star wars #pedro pascal #mandalorian edit #mando #din djarin edit #had to repost this bc it wasn't showing up in tags lol #BUT WHY DOES HE SIT LIKE A SLUUUT #ugHHH #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #din edits

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tahdashi · 2 years

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COFFEE BREATH

synopsis: working with your boyfriend is fun — he makes messes, you clean them up. some messes, however, aren’t a part of the job description.

notes: barista!suna x barista!reader, university AU, fluff! maybe a lil suggestive towards the end? warning: i have no experience working at a cafe and it shows.

wc: 1.2k

you and suna have known each other for approximately two and a half years. you remember the way his daunting figure shadowed over yours as he sat next to you in your intro psychology class. he wasn’t one to start conversations, but he had an endless supply of witty comments to go along with the professor’s lectures.

and after a year of hanging out between classes, filling soda cups with ice cream in the dining halls to sneak them into class, and late-night trips to the convenience store after a long study session, you and rintaro have become more than friends. he asked to be your boyfriend a little over a year ago — despite not being the best at expressing his feelings, he knew that spending all this time with you meant something to him. hell, even atsumu knew that you two had something more. (“why else would ya be checkin’ your hair every time ya go hangout with them?” he had a point.)

and when you told rintaro that you wanted a job to make some extra cash during the school year, you didn’t expect him to look for jobs with you.

“aren’t you on a scholarship? they’re paying you to be here,” you joked, pinching his cheek at his enthusiasm.

“yeah, but then we can spend more time together,” he told you nonchalantly. “when’s the last time we hung out? you’re always studying, and i have practice all the time.”

he was right. this semester’s been quite rough for the both of you — volleyball practice kept rintaro booked and busy, while studying for all your classes took up most of your time.

luckily, finding a job wasn’t too bad, but the downside was that the only available jobs were the least desirable — resident assistant (dealing with underclassmen sounded like a nightmare), secretary for the office of financial aid (“i’d fall asleep on the phone,” rintaro quipped when you offered the idea), and barista at the library cafe (which didn't sound too bad, but to rintaro’s dismay, you two were going to be responsible for opening). nonetheless, you needed a job, and the cafe was your favorite place to visit between classes, so why not?

morning shifts weren’t terrible. although rintaro would describe them as "soul-sucking" and "brutal", they were actually quite peaceful. it was only the two of you in the morning, along with the manager who’d pop into the front from time to time. and even though you haven’t told your manager that you and rintaro were dating, you’re sure she already knew since she’s given rintaro a talk on professionalism far too many times after the word “babe” slipped from his mouth on occasion.

this morning, like most, was tiring. even the 2010s pop playlist playing on the speakers couldn’t bring up your spirits. when you walked into the cafe, rintaro was already throwing his apron over his college hoodie. he looked exhausted — the exam last night probably took the life out of him like it did you.

"you look like shit,” you murmured the greeting quietly as you grabbed your own apron.

“good morning to you, too,” he huffs, a soft smile dancing across his lips. he licks his lips, a swift glide across them, before ushering you to come towards him. "c'mere."

his soft, pink lips touch yours gently, his hands fall to the front pockets of your apron, pulling you even closer if that was even possible. your eyes widen and a gasp leaves your lips before you’re doing everything in your ability to push him away from you.

"rintaro! what are you doing?" you’re both breathing heavily despite the kiss being a gentle, lingering one.

"what do you mean? no one’s here." he’s always so laid back and composed, his opaline eyes looking down at you without a single worry behind them.

"dumbass, there are cameras," you whisper-yell, as if that would cover up the little scene you two were brewing behind the counter.

"boss doesn't check the cameras every day," he continues to prep the espresso machines lined up along the wall.

"how do you know that? what if we were both about to get massive raises or promotions? huh? we could’ve lost that because of one stupid kiss,” you follow him as he brings out the coffee grounds from the supply closet. “the kiss wasn’t even good, by the way.”

rintaro stops in his tracks and turns around to face you. and with a small smirk playing on his lips, he turns his head knowingly. “oh yeah? why’s that?”

“your breath tastes like coffee,” you respond. “and toothpaste.”

“yours doesn’t taste any better. you had a banana, didn’t you?” he fakes a gag before moving past you to set up the pastry case.

"whatever. i’m gonna go brew the coffee."

having done this for a while, you two set up efficiently — you let him take care of the machines and pastries while you brew the coffee and teas in advance for peak hours. a few minutes later, rintaro walks over, the scent of his cologne, although weaker than the coffee, brings you comfort.

"we'll tell her it was an accident." your boyfriend’s a genius, really. despite not thinking the kiss was a big deal, he felt bad. he was used to getting yelled at by your manager, but the thought of you being put through that makes him feel sick to his stomach.

"rintaro. you literally kissed me. 'c'mere',” you mock his deep voice and pretend to lean in for a kiss. a laugh leaves your lips as his eyes narrow at your mockery.

"you worry too much."

"and you aren't careful enough."

"okay, okay, i won't kiss you ever again,” he offers. he’s standing next to you now, preparing the cold brew that’s been quite popular lately due to the spring heat. his shoulder touches yours and it takes everything in you to not relax into his body like you would when you’re alone.

"damn right you won't," and he scoffs. he knows you can’t go a single day without his kisses, but he decides to indulge himself.

"not even before my games," he quips. you roll your eyes, knowing that won't happen. the truth is, you both can’t go a day without being in each other’s embrace, placing kisses all over the other’s face until your stomachs hurt from laughing.

"okay bud, gotcha."

"so i'm bud now? what happened to babeee,” he draws out. “or baby, or rinnie?" he faux pouts and changes the pitch of his voice to match yours.

and suddenly, he’s behind you, his mouth less than a few inches away from your ear. his breath fans your skin while his hand quickly touches your waist before hiding away in his apron pocket.

“or rin….” he moans breathily, just quiet enough to be heard over the coffee machines. you take a sharp breath in out of pure shock, and turn around quickly to slap his shoulder until he leaves you alone. he laughs on his way to the supply room, grabbing the large syrup cases while you try to hide your flustered expression (but of course, he sees your mouth twitch in an attempt to hide your laugh).

the shift goes by quickly. rintaro throws you a couple winks like he always does, and you clean up his spills. and during your break, he comes to you with your favorite drink in hand, taking a sip first and then offering it to you.

"an indirect kiss, you know, since you’ll never let me kiss you again."

reblogs & feedback are always appreciated!

#sorry i had to repost bc i wasn't showing up in the tags :(#unedited >.<#suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintaro #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna x y/n #suna x you #haikyu x reader #sayu.writes

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