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“I am Emet-Selch... Ascian.”
#his smug little smile#i want to kiss him and punch him at the same time#emet selch#shadowbringers#5.0#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ff14#final fantasy 14#my edits#me: emet selch
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Hello!! I was wondering diue to the event your holding you could do a aged up genya x afab for number 2? Thank you!!!❤️❤️
MILESTONE 5.0
Hihi !! ☺️ Ty for participating — I hope you're doing well, and that you enjoy this lil Genya tidbit! 🖤
I kiss you on your neck, you were staring at the ceiling, I should've known right then and there you were a runaway. — Bad Omens
CW: mild sexual content
Genya knew he was a quiet lover. Growing up angry and resentful, while hurtful and still lingering, had also taught him the strengths of patience and determination. Perhaps fearful lover was another appropriate description for his iron gripped insecurities, but—generally—he opted to dwell on the softness, painstakingly nurtured, in his touch. He hadn’t known he could do gentle. Hadn’t known he was capable of intimacy. Couldn’t believe he deserved close enough to feel you breathing. Maybe that’s why you were slipping away?
He hadn’t noticed, initially. All relationships went through ups and down, him and Sanemi being exhibit #1, and he was well aware that he’d entered your heart with heavy shoulders. But he’d wanted to improve. He’d wanted to heal, to process, to drift away from the shadows that roused him nightly — with you peacefully snoring beside him.
“Talk to me,” you murmur, scratching lightly along his spine, his lungs heaving as he blinks drowsily against the vivid sensation of abandonment, “You had another nightmare,” voice laced with concern, “I’m listening.”
You’re right, of course, but, “I’m fine,” he rasps, “Just need water.”
He gets up before you can get up for him, his long legs gleaming in the moonlight, your fingers curling tight around wrinkled, lifeless sheets. Your disappointed sigh doesn’t register, his ears still muddled with adrenaline, slim silhouette fading from the bedroom.
“Okay. I’ll be here.”
Eventually, though, he’d picked up on your fraying energy, the comprehension that you weren’t ever fully with him hitting precise and square as he hovered above you.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, straddling your waist, chest radiating heat as he nearly touches your skin, “Please.”
You acquiesce, careful hands wrapping around his nape, lifting yourself up to him, a familiar, aching pleasure guiding his mouth into a sorely missed deepness, your tongue shy as it flicks across his bottom lip.
Something’s missing, “May I kiss you?”
You nod, lying back, grey longing in your stare as he memorizes—for the hundredth time—the curve of your figure.
Now, he wonders how he hadn’t realized that that would be the last of your affection, pressed sorrowful and wishful into his movements of lust, masked by how much I missed you.
“Whatcha thinking about?” you ask brightly, your phone set aside.
“Thinking about how I want to pleasure you,” he answers smoothly, comforter crinkling as he turns toward you, “What did you have in mind?”
“Exactly that,” you wink, barely caught off guard, “My phone’s off and everything!”
As he tugs you into the hardness of his body, he can’t help but notice how your mirth—that he’s always loved—never quite reaches your eyes.
#milestone event#5.0#genya shinazugawa#shinazugawa genya#genya x reader#shinazugawa x reader#drabble#modern au#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer
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most of my shb-era g'rahye gposes are anime/manga remakes... (original under the cut)
#ffxiv gpose#c: quo#scrns: quo#♥ g'rahye#i saw this pre-chapter doodle and couldn't *not* g'rahye about it lmao#5.0
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Mercury Capri Cosworth
#Mercury Capri Cosworth#usdm#modified#stance#tuning#retro rides#tuner#slammed#foxbody#street#lowered#5.0
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The Mustang Dark Horse model
Is a track focused step up based on the GT that uses a 500 hp 5.0 liter V8 with either a 10 speed automatic transmission or a six speed manual.
Ford said the heart of this engine contains connecting rods from the 760-hp Mustang Shelby GT500 plus a revised intake system.
#Ford Mustang Dark Horse 2024#Dark Horse#V8#5.0#5.0 engine#mustang#ford#stang#Dark Horse Edition#track focus#mustanglegendarymachine#motortrend
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Creepin up on ya, hittin cornaz
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5.0 Stang
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5.0 & 6.0
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THIS ONE. YEA.
i’ve been wanting to write how this all went down for a few weeks now, and somehow i made it sadder than what i planned initially. thank you so so much for getting the train rolling with your prompt @blucifermain !!!! it went longer than i meant for it to, it’s about 600 words and i had a stronger ending in mind, but i cut it short so we didn’t get any higher than that ;;
spoilers for 5.0
"Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid!" Aki shouted, glaring the Exarch down. “Why summon me to this god forsaken world and then keep all these secrets from me? I had a glimmer of hope, seeing the Crystal tower…” She clenched her fist, slamming it into the wall. “And the only person who truly knew me should have been here! and in his place, some stupid mage who dosent have the decency to tell the truth!”
Was she… talking about him?
“I won’t ask again,” she spoke, her voice barley above a whisper. She glared at him accusingly. “Where is Raha?”
The urge to crumble, to take his hood off and beg for her forgiveness, to finally feel her body next to his after so, so long… it was almost irresistible.
And it was all too late for it. With only a couple light wardens to go, she would be doomed if his plan failed, as well as the entire shard.
His silence was a clear enough answer for her. She scoffed. “I should have known better than getting my hopes up. I will take my next orders from you through a messenger, Exarch.” She turned around and slammed the door behind her.
He walked to the door and locked it. He turned to examine the mess of the Ocular. Books, priceless artifacts strewn across the floor, many of their pages having been ripped out of place. It was a disaster- and one of his own doing, nonetheless.
He sat on the ground, his back to the door. Truly, he was deserving of her rage. He simply hadn’t expected her to still be so attached.
Just as attached to him as he was to her.
And for her to call him his given name was beyond shocking. He hadn’t heard that name in over 100 years, and longer since it had been spoken like that.
What would she say when he took the light from her? Should he reveal himself then, if just for a selfish moment of letting his eyes unglamored meet hers? Even if just for a moment, he could pretend things were okay again. That they were back sharing a tent in Mor Dhona. That they were young, restless adventurers with all too much pent up energy once more. That they were hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, on a cot only made for one.
He didn’t deserve it, not anymore. He didn’t deserve it after leaving her like that.
His attention was caught by his mirror. He stood up and made his way through the mess on the floor to stand in front of it. That was his fate, until his death. He would watch the world from his tower, never knowing true joy again.
And so, he found himself casting a familiar spell on it before he could stop himself.
“I don’t know why I thought his answer would be any different,” Aki sobbed into Thancred’s chest. The gunbreaker held her tightly, whispering reassurances G’raha couldn’t quite hear through the Mirror.
“He just sounds so like him- And i’m certain he’s a Miqo’te as well! But he didn’t even react when i said his name- Is he truly gone?” she asked through hiccups.
Thancred shook his head. “There’s no way to know,” he said softly. “But let's get you some water and some rest. Doubtless you will need it.”
G’raha cut the connection, having already seen more than he deserved. He was relieved someone was there for her, but that couldn’t lift his heavy heart.
If only he was deserving of being by her side. If only he could be there for her like he once was…
But that ship sailed the moment he stepped on the First.
#5.0#ffxiv#v time bb#my writing#g’raha x wol#crystal exarch#shadowbringers#shadowbringers spoilers#crystal exarch x wol#warrior of light#AKI WAS MAD BRO#aki mitsuo
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ALRIGHT T. TENGEN WITH PROMPT 15. the song kind of implies nsfw so we'll go with that please 💖
MILESTONE 5.0
Hiya! 💗 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING YOUR DRABBLE. Lowkey felt like it was turning into a one shot, but it was actually shorter than I thought. 😆 Def my fave Tengen fanfic that I've written (thus far) !! 🥳
You’re moving different when we making love, baby tell me, tell me, who do you love, do you love now? — Who Do You Love
CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, implied cheating, oral
Tengen knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ve always been sensitive. You’ve always giggled when he pinches your earlobe, bright sound hitching as he leans closer, low whimper in your throat at the feeling of his tongue sliding smooth and soft from your tragus to the corner of your jaw. Just as you’ve always gasped into his mouth when he pulls you flush to his chest, breasts warm, nipples perking at the friction from his shirt, hands memorizing the tautness of his obliques as he cups your head, the curve of your ass. And you’ve always, always parted your legs for him: large palm shoved between your thighs, most of your weight supported by his build as you lean into him, unsure whether to grind onto his fingers, or to wait patiently as they graze over and over and over again, just barely applying enough pressure, and—intentionally—missing the ache in your clit.
He’s always been good, great, at frustrating you. Sexually. Finally tugging aside your panties—Please Tengen, I swear I fucking, just, p-please—smirking at their dampness, the stickiness of your essence. Always savoring a taste, eyes closing at your bittersweet pleasure, promptly returning for More, grinning into your kiss as you wiggle until his sweatpants fall off of your hips. You’ve always enjoyed “borrowing” his clothes. He knows your body, your moods, as well as he knows his own. In tandem, in sync. Carrying you to the bedroom, your ankles hooked behind him, tits bouncing slightly, precum leaking—tip smearing on your skin—with every step. Locating the nearest piece of furniture, bending you over it, quietly asking you to spread your cheeks, knowing your folds will always glisten, puffy and lewd, when you do. Too impatient, dangerous groan filling the living room as you get on all fours, ass presented prettily, even prettier after he slaps it, dropping to his knees so he can bury his face in your cunt, initially careful about jostling you, eventually too pussydrunk to remember. You always end up with rug burn.
He knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ve never rejected him. Sure, you’ve said No. He’s said No too. Sometimes, the tandem wobbles. Sometimes, snuggling on the couch while your current obsession plays on the TV, or while reading a book, or while listening to music, or while taking a nap, is better than making love. Falling back in love is always better than fucking. Until now.
Until he learns that rejection doesn’t just sting. It decays. Decays the suppleness of your pussy suffocating his cock. And the satisfaction of your eyes welling as you struggle to deep throat him, spit dripping messy and shiny beneath you.
“C’mon baby, you can do it, hm, you’re so good for me,” he murmurs, one hand keeping your hair out of your face, the other keeping you gagged on his cock, tip twitching at your wet, choked noises.
“I-” you pull away sharply, something unfamiliar sunken dark and stiff in your glare, “I don’t want to.”
And then he knows.
Of course, it’s fine if you’re not in the mood. It’s fine if he’s accidentally pushed you too hard. It’s fine if you need a moment to reset. To reassess. To reassure each other.
But what does he do when you’re looking through him?
What does he do when you’re lukewarm to the touch?
What does he say?
What can he say?
Tengen knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ll still promise I love you.
Always?
Always.
#milestone event#5.0#tengen uzui#uzui tengen#tengen x reader#uzui x reader#sound hashira#drabble#modern au#demon slayer smut#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer
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Luv these cars.
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