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bon2bonn · 12 days

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Once in a morning breathe

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Words count : 1k.

*inspired by S.M song : where were you in the morning, it was intended for Max but it fits Carlos so well in my mind.

The light breeze seeped in through the cracked window ruffling softly through the curtains causing them to dance along , the sunlight mixed with sheets reflecting it's warmth and casting a bright halo around the sleeping figure.

Carlos groaned as he turned away from the light after attempting to shield his eyes but gave up moments later , he slowly reached his hand out blindly in search for warmth , only to frown at the empty space beside him , the messed covers and slightly pushed back pillows along with the hints of perfume confirmed his memories of someone else's presence from the night before , and not. Just anyone, it was Her , but now she's gone before he could convince her to stay a little longer.

His mind kept replying her name over and over again like a prayer until he buried his face down on the pillow trying to rid his mind of it's torment, but that only made it worse as her fragrance invades his senses and dragged him back into memories he longed for day and night .

He yearned for her touch and how she gently caressed his skin like a thread of bless as her fingers danced in tone with his heartbeat , he longed for her eyes and how they lit up with passion whenever they gazed up on his , he longed for her warmth, her embrace where he could swear his whole being melts in her arms .

His mind wanders to last night's whispers , to when she promised to stay over , drowning him in a daze with every kiss and every caress of her fingertips that made his heart flutter in glee , now all of it fade into the cold air , just when he thought he finally convinced her to give him a chance his high hopes came tumbling down with reality , but as much as he tried to he couldn't bring himself to let her go .

His phone laid on the nightstand face down, taunting him for not having her number saved even after all this, and every time , every single time it goes over his head and by the time he's out of the clouds he's filled with agony, regretting the forgetfulness, promising himself to get it the next time , but as usual, the moment he laid his eyes on a glimpse of her everything fade into oblivion, leaving nothing but her and the need to be close to her dictating his every sense.

Turning to his side he found himself making up excuses, trying to ease the pain a bit . Maybe she had a good reason, maybe something came up and she had to go , maybe, but a thousand maybe won't suffice his troubled mind , and when he finally made peace with the empty pit in his chest for the day he gathered what's left of his heart and got up to move on with his day , leaving his messed sheets and the remains of his lost moments of happiness behind as he made his way out .

His world came to a pause, as if life was brought back to his welting heart, and couldn't help but admire the sight before him . He prayed to God that if he was dreaming that he would never wake , he prayed to stay like this forever . She stood there , in the the middle of his kitchen humming softly along with the radio as she watched over the stove, swaying every now and then before focusing back on the task at hand , he noticed the plates sitting on the counter top , all neatly prepped and smelling devine, but what caught his attention was his shirt , draped around her form down and passed her mid thigh , one sleeve rolled up to her elbow and the other dangled past her fingers , slipping up every time she reached out to grasp something .

His feet took him further inside and he found himself standing right behind her , not helping himself as he reached his arms to sneak around her waist and buried his face on the crock of her neck where his shirt slipped down her shoulder, earning a gasp before it turned into a giggle as his unshaved stubble tickled her exposed skin , making his heart flutter as she leaned back into him " hi " he could only humm back before mumbling a " morning" back to her , too content to move away and she didn't dare to interrupt his peaceful state so she spoke quietly after turning the stove off and lifted one of her hands to absent-mindedly run through his already messed up hair , earning a deep sigh as he tightened his hold on her .

" I didn't know what you like more for breakfast so I made a bit of everything . Oh! I also made coffee if you want some , and I hope don't mind me messing you kitchen, I'll make sure to clean everything and put it back in place and.........." He didn't let he finish as he let go for a moment, startling her when he turned her around and lifted her to settle on the counter, before settling himself between her legs , assuring her in a very serious voice " you can burn down my kitchen for all I care , it won't matter " she tilted her head in amusement as she wrapped one arm around his neck while her other hand caressed his jaw as she asked " and what matters? " He leaned into her touch as he answered with sincerity " you stayed " .

Her face softened at his tone , his eyes shining with so much affection that made her lean in and plant a kiss on his lips before answering softly " I promised you I'll be here when you wake up " , he affirmed " you did " , she hummed with a nod then leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips , whispering as she leaned her forehead against his " I'll always stay for you " , he closed his eyes in bless before closing the gap and stealing a long toe curling kiss from her lips " please do " she nodded with a wide grin " always " .

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x female reader #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz imagine

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justwonder113 · 1 month

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Sleepy Minho has me!! Can you write a drabble about him coming home from like dance practice or something and he's just super tired and wants to cuddle with his s/o??

Your writes are Hella cute, love you! ❤️

Oh my God I'm so glad you like my writing, it means a lot to me!!! Also, thanks for requesting, words can not describe how much I loved writing this, sleepy Lee Know has me in different kind of chokehold❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also I'm really sorry it took me eons to write this. I really hope you'll like it❤️❤️

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WARNINGS⚠️ : Gender neutral reader, Some cursing. I don't know whar else to put here. If I missed something please tell me.

You were jolted awake from your sweet sluber by a most adorable but also really heavy furball jumping on your stomach. Soonie looked at you with curious eyes, unphased as if he didn't just crush your insides. The fluffball sure as hell knew you didn't have a bone in you to get mad at him. "What is it baby? Are you hungty or do you want to play?" Soonie meowed at you. Trying not to startle the cat you carefully straightened up. How long were you asleep? Your whole body felt sore. You searched for your phone and once you saw the time your eyes almost popped out. Where the hell was Minho? You jumped up from the sofa, not realy paying mind to Soonies disspleased whine. You quickly dialed your boyfriend's number and waited for him to answer, but he didn't so you tried again for a few times but to no avail. You knew he was extremely busy these days and that his schedule was hogged but he was supposed to be home a while ago! Also, the fact that he didn't say or text you anything made you worry even more. God why did you have to fall asleep? All you remembered was that after finishing up witch chores you sat down to take a breather. How did you even manage to fall asleep just like that? What if something had happened? Why wasn't he picking up? Should you call Chan? Maybe he knows something? You were starting to borderline panick when you heard the cats meowing at the door. They always did that when Minho was at the door. And in seconds you did hear the door click.

You quickly went to him and wrapped your arms tightly around him. He stumbled for a second but quickly returned the hug. "Hey baby." His voice was soft and quiet but it was apparent that he was really tired. He must have overworked himself again. You loved how dedicated and hardworking he was , but it also killed your heart to watch him neglect his needs to achieve perfection. He spent countless hours at work, barely slept and mostly had quick meals which mostly consisted of takeout. You tried to be as accommodating as possible. You did most of the chores in house, and whenever you had time you tried to make him nutritious lunch. But you could do so much.

You couldn't help but pout at him. "Where were you? You didn't even pick up your phone. I was really worried about you!" You couldn't hide your frustration anymore. "You're coming home later and later everyday. You barely sleep or eat! I'm not even going to start talking about how we barely see each other! You need to take care of yourself more baby, you should..." Minho didn't let you finish your ramble, he slid his hand from around your back to your neck and quickly pulled you towards him so he could kiss you. The kiss even though was short was so full of love and yearning that it almost made you melt. Good thing Minho was basically holding you or you would have fallen. "I'm sorry love, training lasted more than usual." Fuck, what were you even mad about? Minho's soft voice always made you weak in the kneez. Also the way he called you love? Bless your heart for lasting this long and not just randomly exploding on you. Little shit surely knew what he was doing to you.

Minho's voice bought you back to reality "Can we go to bed?" "Wait you're not hungry?" The disapproval in your voice made him smile. "I ate at work I promise. I'll take a quick shower. I want to go to bed cuddle you and just exist with you okay?" He paused for a second before bashfully adding sweetest please. Oh he said please there's no way uou could sat no to him. Not that you could, not to that offer. You wanted to tease him for showing his soft side for you but you decided against it once you looked into his eyes. He looked at you with such eyes, he could ask you to kill a man and you'd actually do it. You couldn't put it to words but you knew that he needed you and you were going to be here for him. It really hurt seeig him this tired and overworked. You knew he tried his best not to show it, every day despite being tired as hell he tried to help you with everything he could, be there for you even though he was the one who needed support now. His eyes were red and not sparkly as you're used to. His dark eyebags were prominent. He was a bit shouched and a bit paler. Seing him this vulnerable was like a dohble hit for your heart.

"Of course love. Get ready for bed, I'll put away food and I'll be back." You kissed his cheek and urged him to the bathroom.

You tried to take care of everything as fast as possible. You felt proud of yourself that you took care of most of the chores today. You praised yourself that you changed sheets and brought out new fluffy blankets.

Maybe you were being a bit selfish but it kind of excited you that you could finally spend some time with your boyfriend. You really missed spending time with him, not just existing in the same space. Whenever he came home he always fell asleep and you didn't have the heart to not let him rest little time he spent at home. It was natural you were feeling touchstarved.

You rushed to the bedroom as fast as possible once you were done. The sight almost made you squeal by sheer cuteness. Minho had almost completely covered himself in blankets and now was looking at you with sleepy eyes. The cats also took their designated places on the bed also looked at you as if waiting for you. Maybe you were a little delusional about the last part but wise people say delulu is the solulu.

Minho immediately opened his arms for you, lifting the cover for you to crawl in. You immediately jumped in, finally feeling content being between his arms, feeling his warmth, his familiar scent surroung you. Minho also hummed in satisfaction. "I've missed this so much" you couldn't help but admit. "Please tell me you don't have anything tomorrow and that we can just be in house all day." You looked up at him with hopeful eyes. You saw the corner of his mouth slightly lift up. He leaned down and literally kissed your pout away, not that you could actually be mad at him.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to go in the morning. But I promise I will be back before you even wake up. I will also bring you some breakfast and we can do whatever you want okay? I'm all yours." You couldn't help but beam with joy. Finally he has some time off. "So you're telling me I can make you do anything? Be careful all this power might go up to my head." You quietly spoke as you played with his hair, Minho only hummed. Instead of talking he fully turned to you and hid his face in the crook of your neck, tightly holding you close by your waist.

Sleepy Minho surely was your favourite. He always got like 100 times more squishy and adorable. Literally you had to have patience of a God to not pounce on him and civer his face with kisses. Maybe not only kisses. His cheek was so cutely smushedand his slightly open prettiest pouty lips? You were just a human! You really didn't want to disturb him or else you would have chomped on his squishy cheek eons ago. Cuteness aggression really was eating you from the inside.

"Baby go to sleep. I can feel you staring." Minho grumbled out after a while. So he was awake huh? You couldn't help but smile. You slid your hand through his hair and started playing with his soft locks. Minho immediately leaned into the touch. You were sure he would start purring if he could.

"It's not my fault love." You admitted and softly kissed his cheek. " I've been starved of my boyfriend for days, and now you're here cuddling me looking all pretty and cute! And here I am being generous and letting you sleep on me while all I want is to literally cover you with kisses! And this is the thanks I get?" Based on the silence that followed you thought that he fell asleep, but you were proven wrong when he held your waist tightly with one hand while the other held onto your thigh, and soon enough you were on top of him looking into his mischevious eyes. Apart from his sparkling eyes his lazy grin was also a clear indicator that he was up to no good.

"What are you doing?" You couldn't help but ask.

"First of all you need to spend less time with Hyunjin. Also to answer your question, I'm being a good boyfriend. My partner just said that they want to cover me with kisses. Who am I to oblige?" You were the one who spent too much time with Hyunjin? What was up with these theatrics then? You couldn't help but grin at his lovable but also really silly antics. " You're annoying do younknow that?" You muttered against his lips, softly holding his cheeks. Minho moved his hands and put them on top of yours. "Shut me up then." He didn't even wait for you to say anything, he just leaned in and connected his lips to yours, slowly but surely melting your thoughts away. God you really loved this idiot.

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batfleshh · 7 months

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that one meme but with the sniper rifle on soaps ass on a mission and he’s grinding and mouthing at your dick.

head down

Soap X M!Reader

Warnings: whatever the hell this position is, soap swallows your cum, reader gets a little annoyed at the start, you get nicer tho I swear, sniper reader, soap drooling on your dick, cock warming(?), you hold his head down at one point, praise, gay people gross

Like most missions, getting sent out with the Sergeant wasn’t so bad. You both made a good team, your good eye analyzing everything through the scope of your gun seemed to be pretty easy to do. One reason you enjoyed being sent out with Soap was because of how quiet it was. You enjoyed his company, and even got to do certain things you didn’t get to in base which made the experience much more enjoyable. But today, you didn’t know if it was because you didn’t sleep good, you hadn’t eaten right, or if you were just imagining it, but it seemed like he wouldn’t stop talking.

You gave your eyes a firm rub as Johnny continued to talk, blinking away the splotches that formed as you turned your head towards him. He gave you a small as you looked at him, your heart melting in your chest at the sweet look he was giving you. But alas, you could not handle his rambling anymore.

“Come ‘ere, Johnny. I have an idea.”, you say to him gently, sitting down on the ground and spreading your legs apart. A slight blush makes it’s way onto his cheeks, and he immediately complies. He moves closer to you and drops to his knees in front of you, not quite in between your legs yet. You moved yourself slightly to face the direction of where your target is supposed to be, glancing back at Soap as he follows your direction.

“Need you face down, ass up, in between my legs, understand?”, you say, explaining the position to him slowly as if to paint a picture. He nodded, climbing in between your legs slowly and adjusting himself into it. You mumble a few words of praise, placing your hand on his head gently and guiding him forward. Once he became face to face with your groin, you slowly push down on the middle of his back, adjusting his position the slightest bit before picking up your gun, placing it right on his ass.

You sat like that for a little while, your hand occasionally making its way down and rubbing Soaps head. It was peaceful, you were finally able to focus and calmly watch through your scope again. Well, until you felt Johnny pressing his face against you. You could feel him mouthing at your clothed cock, a quiet grunt leaving your lips as you reach down to your lap slowly. You lower one of your hands below his face, pulling your uniform down and pulling out your cock.

You grab at it slowly, giving it a few strokes before tapping it against his lips. Soap happily complies, taking your dick into his mouth slowly. You let out a low groan, the feeling of his mouth sending you over the moon as you pushed his head down further, mentally apologizing as you hear him gag. This whole concept wasn’t new, sometimes you would let Soap suck you off during missions like this, a new vision of him on his knees flashing in your mind. Any other time, he loved just holding your cock in his mouth, mind blanking and drooling around your dick.

But this time, it felt different. It felt like this new position awakened something in you, the view of his body to the way his mouth had easier access to you felt like a blessing. Soap let out soft moans around you, eyes hooded slightly as he began to drool on your cock. “That’s my good boy, Johnny.”, you praised him softly, hand rubbing his hair as his noises slightly increased in volume. After a little while of Soap bobbing his head, you felt yourself nearing closer to your release. You groaned, biting your lip as you feel him begin to move faster.

Your hand grips your gun tightly, steadying it while you continue to stroke his head. You release your load down his throat, Soap making sure not to spill anything as he takes your cock out to lick at your tip. He slowly eases your cock back into his mouth as you his, only holding it there like he usually does when he makes you finish. You give his head one last pat before you go back to holding your gun, enjoying the quiet and peace that finally returns to you.

~ ★

quick a/n: I kinda rushed on this one so sorry if it seems like it!! Hope you enjoyed 💕

#bat bite #x male reader #cod x reader #male reader #call of duty #gay #cod x male reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap x male reader #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap mctavish #🧼

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bookishdreamer28 · 2 months

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Toji never thought there would come a day he would find love. His life was too dark for someone to stay with him and his heart too heavy for someone to hold.

But then there was you. He worships the ground you walk on. Every time he thinks back to the day he first saw you, he feels so incredibly happy and blessed to know that you stayed with him and let him show you just how much he loved you. Before you, nothing made him excited, nothing made him want to fight for something or someone. But you came and changed everything.

"Toji I played the movie you were talking about for a whole month now and you're not even paying attention to it" you jokingly said and laid you head on his shoulder, looking up at him.

"Who gives a shit about the movie when you're right here?" He murmured and leaned down to graze his lips with yours, before capturing them into a heated kiss.

Every moment with you meant a lot to him. Every kiss, every hug, every touch, ignited things in him that made his heart burning and yearning for more. There was never enough when he was with you.

His priority after years of loneliness, was finally you. His life was dangerous and the fear of losing you grew more and more each day. But one thing for sure, is that he will protect you with his life. He will never let anyone touch a single strand of your hair.

"Sweetheart, I need you to stay here. In our home. I know you're capable of defending yourself and fight, but this can be too much" his hands were cupping your sweet face, worrying eyes staring back at yours.

"Toji, you can't always go to these missions all alone. Knowing that I can't do anything but wait here is killing me. I want to make sure that you're ok" you touched your forehead with his and closed your eyes at the warmth you felt radiating from his broad body.

"I know baby, I know. But what matters to me is you. I can't lose you" he said, voice filled with emotions.

You moved back a little and looked at him.

"You won't. I'll always be by your side" and you kissed him passionately.

He had found happiness when you became a huge part of his life, and now the happiness was doubled.

That's what he thought as he kept staring at the small and pure form in his arms. His son. His eyes left Megumi and fell on your sleepy figure. His eyes suddenly stinked with tears. His son suddenly cooed and slowly opened his eyes, and Toji swore that he was feeling lightheaded. He couldn't believe that he was dad. A dad. Never in his life thought that he would find someone let alone have a kid with them. But here he was.

"Hey little guy" Toji whispered and his hand rubbed softly his son's head.

"Toji" He heard you saying and he immediately was on his feet. He carefully made his way to you, worry written on his face.

"Hey gorgeous, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?" You softly smiled and your eyes were instantly glued on your son.

"My beautiful boy" you reached out your arms, until Toji placed Megumi in them. Once your son felt your arms engulfing him in the warmest hug ever, he instantly melted in them.

Toji was frozen. The sight of you holding your baby boy, was an image that it will be printed on his mind forever. He slowly sat next you, and leaned down to give you a soft and loving kiss on your forehead.

Hope you enjoyed this one with Toji 🙌

"You did absolutely great baby girl. Than you for the beautiful gift" you looked up at him with teary eyes and smiled.

"I love you" you whispered.

"I love you" he said back and brought your body closer to his, admiring both you and your son, with a fondly smile on his face.

He had finally found happiness.

Hope you enjoyed this one with Toji 🙌

I hope you're having an amazing time and always make sure to take care of yourselves 💕

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neuvistar · 1 year

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LOOKIN’ FOR SOMETHING SWEET

— featuring . wanderer / scaramouche x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . nsfw. not proofread, scaramouche being an absolute meanie, scaramouche referred to as “kuni/kunikuzushi”, kitchen sex? well guess we’ll have to find out! a lil implied pregnant reader, mentions of breeding, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content. please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

✦ WANDERER . SCARAMOUCHE

scaramouche’s eyes fluttered open, glancing to his side as he read the alarm clock. midnight it read. stretching his limbs, he paused as he noticed you were out of reach, no where in sight.. not even in bed with him. he rubbed his eyes, stomach growling. maybe a little midnight snack wouldn’t hurt, right? forcing himself off the bed, the young male ran his fingers through his hair as he went off to look for you while getting a little snack for himself. he made his way downstairs, approaching the kitchen. then, his ears perked up. alert and fully aware of his surroundings, picking up the sounds of spoons, forks, and knives colliding and hitting against each other. could that be you perhaps?

with a tired and lazy stumble, he stepped inside the kitchen. “[name], is that you?” his voice faded mid sentence, silencing himself as to not interrupt your frustrated murmurs and mumbles. scaramouche’s eyes widened completely, blessed with the sight before him. he checked you out, his eyes tracing over your figure, whole body completely covered up by his clothes. you were slightly bended over as you tried to search for leftover foods and drinks to help your cravings, eyes landing on the cute little baby bump stretching his clothes out. your husband’s sight was blessed even further at the many bite marks all over your body. inner thighs, neck, cleavage, everywhere! he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist so suddenly.

“someone’s hungry tonight, hm?”

“and i thought you were asleep.”

“not anymore.” he pulled your body close to his, careful not to inflict any sort of discomfort on your belly. he grinned to himself as he saw your fingers tighten on the fridge door. “i’m a little hungry, i want a snack” you rolled your eyes at that, “well then do you want me to make you something?” you mumbled, feeling his shake his head from behind. “fuck that. my snack is right here right infront of me.” he tugged the hem of your shirt, whispering if he could touch you further in which you obliged. he shifted it up slightly, lips curving into a smirk as he caressed your belly ever so gently.

“kuni..”

“not wearing anything underneath? you were waiting for this, weren’t you?” you couldn’t help but blush at his words, letting out a cute whine as you felt his hand run through your stomach, making you melt in his touch. scaramouche picked you up, carefully setting you down on the kitchen counter. “are you serious? in the kitchen, kuni?” “food is just food, angel. and i’m looking for something sweet, like you.” you but your lip, noticing how your husband began to go lower.. lower and lower till he reached your knees, spreading them apart. he raised your legs, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.

“you’re soaked, [name]. were you waiting for me to fuck you? waiting for me to fuck you dumb, hm?” “n—no! that’s not it!” “you’re a naughty girl aren’t you.. you want me to give you another baby, want me to fill you up and breed you until i’m sure i’ve given you another baby, [name]?” you squirmed in his touch, shuddering at the cold air on your wet pussy, heart pounding in your chest. “stay still for me will you, [name]? need to prepare you even further.” about to lick you up with his tongue, he leaned almost against you. you shut your eyes for the incoming pleasure you were about to receive, before hearing a small chuckle, seeing as scaramouche pulled away completely from your sex. he got up, a huge smirk on his pretty face. you pouted, squeezing your legs together in embarrassment before huffing at him.

“wait.. did you think i was being serious? i’m just messing with you, idiot. you look so cute when i’m about to do those things to you, do you want me that much?”

what. a. fucking. jerk.

Such a jerk isn’t he?? ^.^ I’ll correct a few things later! so so sorry — Maryse

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #scaramouche ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #genshin smut #kunikuzushi <33 #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi smut #genshin scaramouche #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche smut #genshin imagines #i’m so sorry if this is a bit terrible i stopped midway oppsies

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pricesbeltbuckle · 3 months

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Hello! How are ya!!

I've got another one. 😛😛

Simon and his sweet sweet girl, whom he's been seeing for only couple of months, goes on a long drive, but she falls asleep.

Her mom's words echo in Simon's mind - "My daughter never closes her eyes around any man."

He feels absolutely honored by the level of trust his girl shows him.

Make it fluff and Simon's pov please. 🙏🙏

Sleep - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff

Today was the day of the trip me and my beautiful girlfriend planned. She has been looking forward to this for days and quite frankly talks my ear off about it. Of course I was driving and she would be a passenger princess not having to even lift a finger.

“Did you pack the snacks Si-?” “Backseat, whole 2 bags of any snack you could want. There’s also a blanket and pillow back there as a makeshift bed if you wanna sleep.” And she smiled, that gorgeous smile I’ve grown to love from the short time we’ve been together but it feels like forever with her. My gorgeous girl.

She looked at me as she got all settled in the backseat as her mom came to the car for a final goodbye before our long car trip started but she pulled me to the side.

“My daughter never closes her eyes around any man, don’t be offended if she doesn’t sleep or anything she’s just anxious.” My heart melted, I would try my best to make her feel comfortable. “Yes ma’am, you take care of yourself while we’re gone, yeah?”

Her mom nodded as she waved us both goodbye and I got in the driver's seat as she sprawled herself in the back. God she was so gorgeous without even trying, she's truly indescribable.

We were driving for around 6 hours now, a couple of pit stops but I could notice she was getting tired. I didn’t wanna push her to go to sleep in the fear it would make her uncomfortable so I tried my best with what I could.

“Love, you know you’re always safe around me and I wouldn’t let anything bad happen. You can rest angel, we still have another 7 hours left.” And with those words she almost immediately went to sleep. I was so impressed with myself as I turned on some calming music for her and I reached in the back to massage her leg a little before focusing on the road again.

“My daughter never closes her eyes around any man.” Is all that I thought about as she looked so peaceful as she slept almost like a true angel, she was such a blessing. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

I can’t believe I made her feel comfortable enough to sleep around me, sure maybe it was the mass amounts of blankets and pillows but that was all for my girl. I’d do anything to keep her happy and safe and I’m glad she felt that today.

UGHH I LOVED THIS!!! I love when you send requests they're always top notch please send more thank you... :p!

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forest-hashira · 3 months

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'Til Death Do Us Part

hi everyone! this is my (first) entry for @kentopedia's "Love Through the Ages" collab/event! this is a retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, but with Gojo/Reader. if you want to know the full vibes for this, i listened to Moon Song and I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers on repeat while writing this.

read on ao3 here | wc: ~3.3k | cw: gn reader, satoru is a musician, major character death (reader), hurt no comfort, unhappy ending

Falling in love with you was easy. In fact, it was probably the easiest thing Satoru had ever done in his life; even easier than picking up the lyre as soon as he was strong enough to hold it; even easier than the singing lessons he’d outgrown the need for when he was still just a young boy; easier than charming every young woman he ever came across, leaving a long string of broken hearts in his wake.

But not you.

With you, he’d taken his time, had actually gotten to know you until it felt like he’d known you all his life; he knew your favorite season, what times you liked to take walks in the fields outside of town, even your favorite place to watch the sunset. He also knew that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Falling in love with you was easy, and even after you’d fallen in love with him, too, asking you to marry him felt terrifying. But you said yes, and all that terror had melted into elation.

There was hardly any time at all between your engagement and your wedding, both of you eager to belong to each other forever, so in love it was almost painful. Though the wedding itself was small – and barely a month after Satoru proposed – it was the most joyful day in both of your lives. Being surrounded by the laughter of your loved ones, everyone dancing and enjoying good food and dancing had made you feel lighter than air, even long after the sun had set; for once, you weren’t even sad that you had missed watching it from your favorite spot.

Falling in love with you was easy. Loving you was easier. Losing you was the most painful thing Satoru had ever experienced.

It was only days after your wedding, after you had promised to be at one another’s side until the end, in the very field where you’d first told him you loved him, where you’d shared your first kiss.

You had cried out from a sharp pain in your ankle, and when both of you looked to see what it was, you watched a large snake disappear into the flowers. In a panic, Satoru had ripped the fabric of his tunic, wrapping it tightly around the wound, silently, desperately praying that the poison would move slow enough for him to get you back to the town, where he could only hope someone would know how to cure snake bites. He couldn’t lose you, not like this, not so soon after he’d made you his.

When he’d gone to carry you – to pick you up and rush back to town with you in his arms – he had seen your skin was already an unnaturally pale, ashen color, a sheen of sweat over your whole body.

“No,” he’d whispered, shaking his head, as if that would magically give him more time to save you. “No, no no no.”

You’d only smiled at him, though your eyes were already starting to go a little unfocused. “It’s too late, my love.” Your hands had tangled in the front of his tunic, the soft blue fabric crumpling so easily between your fingers. “But this isn’t such a bad place to die, is it? I’m with you, and the flowers are blooming, and the sun is shining.” With every word, you’d had to lean more and more of your weight into him, your legs losing strength by the second.

“Let’s just sit together for a moment, my love, and enjoy the breeze. I don’t want to be scared when I go.”

The words had nearly shattered Satoru, but he had nodded, easing both of you down to lay amongst the flowers, cradling you close to himself the whole time. He’d stared down at you without blinking, unwilling to miss a single heartbeat of the time he had left with you; the fact that you had looked up at him, too, was both a blessing and a curse.

“Don’t go,” he’d pleaded, throat tight with the tears he was fighting back. “I don’t want you to go. I love you.”

“I know,” you’d whispered back. “I don’t want to go, either. I love you, Satoru, and I wish we had more time, but we don’t.”

“It’s not fair.”

“No,” you’d agreed, a bittersweet smile on your lips. “It’s not fair. But neither is life. And I’m happy to have spent as much of mine with you as I got to.”

Words had failed him then, and he’d leaned down to press one last kiss to your lips, knowing deep down that this would be his last chance. And he had been right; you’d managed to return his kiss for a moment, before going completely still in his arms.

Satoru had stayed in that field with you and wept for hours after the warmth left your body, only forcing himself to stand and take both of you back to town when it began to grow dark and a chill drifted in on the breeze you had been so eager to feel in your last moments.

And so, he had carried you home, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying, but his face otherwise blank, too numb to feel even grief at that moment. No one that saw him had tried to stop him, the sight of the typically lively musician so hollow, so quiet, had left everyone shaken.

The days after your death all blurred together; the only one that stuck out significantly from the others was the day of your funeral, because it was the only time he’d cleaned himself up and left the house, and even that was because Satoru knew he was expected to be there, the grieving husband to round out the picture of a Perfect Funeral. It had made him sick, and he’d excused himself as quickly as possible.

He spent much of his time crying, or staring at the wall, or ceiling, replaying that last afternoon with you, obsessing over how he could have done things differently, how he could have saved you, even if he knew logically it was pointless; what was done could not be undone, especially not death.

…Could it?

Once Satoru had the thought, he could not bring himself to abandon it, so he began instead to meticulously detail his plan.

The days were already growing colder, which meant that Lady Persephone had returned to her husband’s realm of the Underworld; perhaps he would be able to use that to his advantage.

Satoru had a purpose again, something to get him out of bed and moving; he had a goal to achieve, and no earthly force would stop him. He spent days polishing and tuning his instruments, and days longer composing and perfecting a song to play for the King and Queen of the Underworld; if he was going to convince the keepers of the dead to release one of their charges, everything needed to be perfect.

He was vaguely aware that a couple people – Suguru and Shoko, perhaps? Anything outside of his task was fuzzy at best – came to check on him occasionally, just as they had before he had manically begun to prepare to do the impossible. If they tried to talk him out of it, he can’t remember; even if they had tried, it wouldn’t have worked. His sole focus was on getting you back, and nothing would stand in his way.

By the time Satoru felt he had done everything he could to prepare for his journey, almost two weeks had passed since you’d died in his arms.

Your husband dressed warmly, both because he was unsure what to expect in the Underworld and because having your scarf wrapped around his neck gave him confidence that his plan would work; how could it not, when wearing the scarf wreathed him in your scent, as if you were already back with him again?

The sun was barely up when Satoru left your home, his lyre wrapped carefully in muslin and tucked into his bag. He knew the entrance to the Underworld was close enough to walk, but he didn’t know how long it would take him to get there, and he didn’t want to waste any time at all. Though he had left so early in the morning, there were still a few townspeople that saw him, asked him where he was going, but he ignored them all; conversation would only delay his journey, and he wouldn’t have that.

The musician made good time, all things considered, reaching the entrance to the Underworld about an hour past midday. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath to steel himself, then stepped forwards into the darkness.

He had no torch to light his way, but the path beneath his feet seemed to glow on its own, as if guiding him along; as if the Lord and Lady were expecting and didn’t want to be kept waiting because the foolish mortal lost his way. So, seeing no other option, he followed the soft, almost foggy glow as it led him deeper and deeper into the earth and – hopefully – to the throne room of Hades and Persephone.

Time didn’t quite feel the same below the surface – it felt thicker, somehow, and heavier, catching on his clothes and sticking to his skin like honey – which meant he had no idea how long he’d been walking. The only thing that kept him from panicking was the faintest scent of pomegranates, coming from the same direction the path seemed to lead.

Eventually, Satoru did reach the throne room, though he couldn’t have recalled what it looked like later if his life depended on it. For as much as he looked around, the whole room could have been made of diamonds and liquid gold could have rained from the ceiling; none of that mattered to him, because it had nothing to do with you. His gaze went straight to the couple in their thrones, and he fought to keep his nerves under control; now was not the moment to get stage fright for the first time in his life.

“Your Highness,” he said, bowing so low he felt the way his hair shifted to cooperate with gravity, the dusty purple of his undercut no longer hidden beneath the pale strands of his frosty hair, so white it practically glowed in the dusk of the throne room.

“What brings you to my realm, mortal?” Hades asked, his expression impassive, though his eyes simmered with something dangerous.

“I have come to play you a song,” Satoru answered simply, standing from his bow and removing his lyre from his bag, unwrapping the fabric from around it with great care. He adjusted his hold on the instrument until it sat nestled in his arms in the best position for him to play, then lifted his gaze back to the gods. “If it pleases my Lord and her Ladyship, of course.”

This was the one catch in his plan: if he was denied permission to play, he had no chance of returning home with you at his side.

“Oh, please?” Persephone turned to face her husband, a pleading expression on her face. “Let him play, my love. We never have mortal visitors, much less artists, and I want to hear what he’s prepared for us!”

The King of the Dead hesitated for a few moments, staring at his wife, but Satoru caught the way his smoldering eyes softened, the way the hard lines of his mouth eased, and the musician knew he would be allowed to play.

“My wife wishes to hear you play,” the god said, turning back to the man before him. “I hope you don’t disappoint her with your skills.”

With another, smaller bow, Satoru began to play, and soon thereafter began to sing. He sang about you: all the ways you loved him, and all the ways he loved you in return. He sang of his life before he met you: how he had played around, led people along and broken their hearts with his carelessness, simply because he was bored. He sang of your lives after you’d met: how you had brightened his mornings and sweetened his days and warmed his nights; how you had planned a future together you had never gotten to see. The harmonies from his lyre blended with the melodies of his voice, painting the image of you so vividly Satoru swore he could see your shape in front of him again.

It wasn’t until he finished his song that he realized he could see you there in front of him, though your form wavered around the edges, like you were a little less than solid. But you were there, and you were smiling, and he felt like falling to his knees and crawling to you right then and there; the only thing that stopped him was realizing that both Hades and Persephone were openly weeping.

He, Gojo Satoru, had brought gods to tears with his music, and with his love for you.

Emboldened by seeing your face again, Satoru spoke. “Please,” he begged, his voice eggshell-thin, cracking under the stress of his request. “Please don’t make me return home without my love. I cannot bear to make the journey alone again.”

At first he received only silence in response, and though he was not a patient man by nature, he forced himself to wait until he was spoken to, not wanting to risk upsetting the gods before him.

“Once a soul has entered the Underworld, it cannot be allowed to leave again,” Hades responded once he had composed himself, which felt like years after Satoru had made his plea. “I am very sorry.”

The musician felt his heart sink at the denial, and he began to consider begging to be allowed to stay, instead, if he couldn’t bring you back with him.

“Oh, please, my love,” Persephone cried, messily wiping the tears from her eyes as she gazed at her husband. “You let me go home again when my mother begged for my return. Why can’t you grant him this same mercy?”

��Because order must be maintained,” the Lord of the Underworld answered. “Rules must be followed, you know this. Your own return home has its own rules, after all.”

“Then give me rules I must abide by. I swear I will follow them as faithfully as possible.” Though he knew interrupting a conversation between gods could be dangerous, Satoru simply could not stop the words from tumbling from his lips.

“Please.” The goddess’s voice was petal-soft, a warm, hopefully breeze cutting through the chill of the Underworld.

The silence was heavy, crushing the air out of every part of the room, suffocating the musician where he stood. Despite the pain, Satoru only had eyes for you, your warm gaze giving him the strength to push through, to wait for Hades’s answer before completely giving up hope.

“If I let you both return to the surface world,” the god’s voice, though low and rough, rang out clear. “You must follow one rule.”

“Only one?” It seemed too good to be true.

“It is a difficult one.”

“Anything,” Satoru rushed out. “I’ll do anything.”

“You will lead the two of you out of the Underworld, but until you both are on the surface again, out of my domain, you are not to turn around. I promise you will not be alone, that you will return with your love, but you must not turn around before you leave this place. If you turn around, you will have to leave here alone, and you will never be allowed to return until your own death.”

“If I’m not allowed to turn around, are we at least allowed to speak to each other?”

“Yes, you can converse on the journey. Now, take your lover and go. Once you leave the throne room you must keep your back turned at all times until you reach the surface.”

Bowing deeply, Satoru thanked the god profusely for several moments, then straightened and stepped forward, reaching out and taking your hands, helping you from where you sat on the floor of the throne room.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling so sweetly at him it made his teeth ache. He nodded eagerly in agreement, taking just a moment longer to take in your features before guiding you to the entrance of the throne room.

“Are you ready?” he asks, turning to you one last time as the two of you stand in the threshold. “I’m not sure how long the journey back is, and if you grow tired we can’t stop.”

“I’m ready when you are,” was your answer, giving his hand a light squeeze to show you meant the words.

Satoru nodded back, once again pausing to admire your face, your smile, everything about you, before turning away, still holding your hand as he stepped out of the throne room and began the trek back to the surface, back home.

He was silent for a bit at first, feeling your hand in his enough to assure him you were there, but eventually both his nerves and his natural chattiness got the better of him. He said almost every thought that came to his mind, though he tried to make sure to ask as many questions as possible, eager to hear your answers, your sweet voice a soothing balm to his raw and frayed nerves.

The journey felt shorter this time around, though whether that was because he was retracing his footsteps, or some other strange property of time in the Underworld, Satoru couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t going to complain about it, either, because not turning to look at you was proving much more difficult than he had thought when he was first given the rule.

When he finally saw the entrance to the surface, sunlight still visible on the horizon, a beaming grin broke out across his face. “We’re nearly there,” he told you. “See? We’ve nearly made it.” Unable to help himself, he picked up his pace, still pulling you along behind him.

He didn’t notice your hand slipping from his own as he closed the last few paces to the entrance.

His joy was palpable as he practically leapt through the gates, back onto the surface, into the grass that waited for him as the sun began to set behind him.

“We did it!” Satoru cheered, spinning around to look at you. “Oh, my love, it feels so good to have you—” The sight of your sad smile had his gaze dropping to your feet.

You hadn’t yet crossed over the threshold.

And he had turned around and looked at you.

“No,” he begged, racing towards you, desperate for at least one last kiss, one last embrace, even if he could not keep you with him. “Please, my love, I’m so sorry.”

Before he could reach out and touch you, though, your shape had already begun to waver, rippling like the surface of a pool disturbed by the wind. You only shook your head, your smile never leaving your lips. “It’s okay,” you assured him. “I love you. I’ll see you again someday. Live well for me, okay?”

“I-I’ll try,” he choked out, tears thick in his voice even before they spilled from his eyes, though there was no stopping them as your form wavered more, then faded fully from sight.

He fell to his knees and wept, loud, heaving sobs, gripping handfuls of grass as he pressed his forehead to the ground, forced to mourn you a second time.

ok so this was baby's first sad ending/hurt no comfort so pls don't come for me if it was bad i'm so sorry idk how to do this i don't like sad endings but this is my favorite myth i couldn't bring myself to change the ending

tagging: @kentopedia @kentohours @mitsuristoleme

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soulinheehee · 7 months

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Ease her stress

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰

˚⁺‧ 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦: 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 (𝘴𝘧𝘸), 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

˚⁺‧ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦

Today was an extremely stressful day. Not only today, actually, it seemed like this whole week was full of stress for Arlecchino. You could see that from her face: bags under her eyes were getting worse, and her skin somehow got even paler than it usually is. She was getting home late and she was waking up so early that by the time you're awake her side of the bed has been cold long ago.

You don't like it. Each time she comes home, if you're lucky enough to get to see her before you're asleep, all you would hear from her is complains, and the way her voice was full of tiredness was only making your heart ache.

So today, you decided to change that!

... When you thought about it twice, you realized that the only way was to actually solve the problem that was causing your wife so much stress. You... weren't exactly in the position to do that, as the problem is most definitely something on her job. And if you would try to interfere in Arlecchino's work, you know you'd make the situation worse.

Upon thinking about it for more time, you came to conclusion that the best thing you were able to do in your position was giving Arlecchino all your support. You already had some ideas in mind for that.

This evening you were blessed to see your wife home before midnight: you hated the fact that she has to work even on sundays sometimes.

After you helped Arlecchino take off her coat, you greetes her with your usual "welcome home" being a kiss on her cheek while one of your hands rests on her other cheek, your other hand on her shoulder, as she hugs your waist closer.

Arlecchino gently returns the kiss, leaving you a blushing mess.

Even though she did come home earlier today, it was still quite late. You squeezed Arlecchino's shoulder, feeling slightly sad even though she was right in front of you. She noticed it and looked at you in that "I know something's wrong, what is it?" kind of stare.

You immediately tried to come up with an excuse: "You're cold.. you want some tea?"

Arlecchino blinked. "Sure, let me just change into something more comfortable."

"I'll wait in the kitchen," you tell her as she heads to your shared room.

You remembered one time you asked Lynette to teach you how to make tea the same way she does, since your wife -- well, you too actually, -- enjoyed it so much.

You tried to prepare the drink, following the steps you remembered, when suddenly you were caught!

You turned your head to the side only to find out that Arlecchino was hugging your waist from behind.

She rested her chin on your shoulder, breathing in. "I recognize this. Lynette taught you?" You nod and return your focus back to the tea, with Arlecchino enjoying the nice and relaxing fragrance as she melts on your shoulder.

"Hey, is.. is everything okay? You seem very tired this whole week," you said.

"It doesn't matter. I have tons of work." she hid her face in the crook of your neck.

"So much that you have to work even on your supposed day off?" you rest your head on top of hers, bringing your hand to comb through her hair.

Arlecchino sighed. "What's the difference? If I don't deal with it now, I'll have to later anyway. I want to finish it as fast as possible, Y/n, so that I would be free sooner."

Ah, so that's what it was. Your wife was overworking herself because she didn't want anything to interfere in her time with you? That was kinda cute, but pretty sad as well..

You finally finished the tea and the both of you sat at the table. You also made sure to prepare Arlecchino's favorite snacks, smiling at her as she was chewing some. When she finished the snack, she noticed how you were looking at her, a little confused: "Do I have something on my face?"..

The poor woman was so tired that she didn't even notice you at the start... That was it!

You leaned in and pecked her cheek. "Now you have my kiss!"

You cringed instantly.

Arlecchino shook her head, chuckling.

After you both finished your tea, you returned to your shared bedroom. Arlecchino instantly sat at her desk, sorting through some documents. She told you that she wanted to prepare them for tomorrow, and join you in the bed after a few minutes. You believed her.

She didn't come to you.

You could hear how aggressive her writing became, and you could hear her deep breathes.

So you got up and walked to the door. "Where are you going?" you heard her voice.

"Just gonna get some water." Arlecchino returned to her papers as you walked out of your room.

You filled a small basin with hot water and took a towel. With those two items, you returned to your and your partner's bedroom, only to find out that she was still consumed with the same thing.

Slightly annoyed by the fact that Arlecchino didn't pay you too much attention, you gently placed your palms on her shoulders.

"Солнце..." you called Arlecchino.

sigh "What is it, ma chérie?" Instead of answering her, you lowered your face to hers and planted a kiss to her cheek. As you straightened up, your fingers found their way to her temples. In your touch, Arlecchino relaxed the tiniest bit, finally straightening up.

"Солнце, if you don't take a proper break you would only become more and more tired," you told her. You couldn't hold yourself back and gave Arlecchino one more kiss, this time at the top of her head as you continued to press your fingers on her temples in a circular motion. You brushed her hair, giving the silver locks a few strokes, before she was able to relax in your touch, leaning on her chair as you stood behind it. Your hands eventually lowered back to rest on her shoulders, and you began kneading the tensed muscles. "I know you only want the best, but you really are going to hurt yourself if you continue like this." For a moment it seemed like Arlecchino wanted to protest, but couldn't find any good words and arguments. Because, in her opinion, you were indeed correct. She was hurting herself with the way she was trying to finish the work as soon as possible. Sadly she only realized how badly she needs a proper break and rest when she made you so worried.

You focused on your work on Arlecchino's shoulders. Up and down, back and forth, you moved your hands, kneading the tired body through the thin silky fabric of her sleepwear. You heard her quiet moan as you hit a point where it hurt the most, pressure of your soft movement easing the stress in tensed muscles. Arlecchino looked heavenly with her eyes closed, eyebrows knitted as she was drowning in the satisfying sensation. Enchanted with the casual and familiar beauty of your wife, you placed another kiss on her cheek.

Then, you remembered about the water you brought a little while ago. You asked Arlecchino to move to the bed, which she did as she on the edge. You kneeled in front of her, placing the basin on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Arlecchino protested as you tried to take one of her shoes off, but you caught her foot and looked right at her.

"Just let me do this for you, зай."

Arlecchino looked conflicted, not sure whether she should let you touch her like this, but also wanting to trust you. After a moment, she relaxed and looked away from you, her cheeks becoming a faint shade of pink.

Returning your eyes to the foot in your hands, you gently took the shoe and sock off, and then repeated the same with her other foot. Arlecchino could practically feel her cheek becoming turning even darker shade of pink, but your soft touch was somehow comforting, even if she was embarrassed to admit it.

You took the towel you prepared earlier and dipped it into water, squeezing the exsess liquid after. Taking one of Arlecchino's feet in your hand, with your other you brushed it with the towel. The water was originally hot, but after some time it cooled down, and now the temperature was slightly warmer than the room. In your opinion, it was perfect.

Why were you doing this? Well, that's an easy question. Your wife loves wearing heels. But doing so for the whole day was extremely tiring. Basically, the reason is the same as for why you would massage her shoulders.

After you cleaned both of her feet, you put the towel aside and held her left one in your hands, stroking the skin with your fingers.

Arlecchino's breathing was becoming deeper as she did her best to calm herself down; you knew that right now she was very vulnerable with you. You didn't want to let her expectations down, and you didn't want to upset her. So you rubbed her carefully and slowly, your touch reaching and clearing all the tense and stress in her body.

There were only the two of you right now. Nothing else mattered. Everything else was forgotten during this unusual, but very intimate session. Being honest, Arlecchino never thought she'd be in this position one day. Receiving a massage from her wife, and then seeing her kneeling in front of her: that was definitely not something she ever imagined. And you never thought you'd ever be here, too.

But neither of you were complaining.

The closeness you two shared right now was something that finally made Arlecchino feel home: wanted and loved, here, with you. But wasn't her longing for you exactly the reason why she was spending less and less time with you? When she thought about it now, her actions seemed silly to her.

Arlecchino brought her hand to you and raised your chin so you'd be facing her. Her dark thumb rubbed your lower lip casually. Now it was your turn to blush, which made Arlecchino smile. She let you go when she was satisfied with your shy expression, and you repeated the massage to her right foot, now feeling Arlecchino completely relaxed.

After you were done, you asked her: "How are you feeling?"

"Better now..." She brought her palm to comb through your hair. "Thanks. I never thought I might need something like this."

You melted into your beloved's touch.

Holding her foot slightly higher you gave it a quick kiss. After that, you stood up and brought the water basin and towel away. You returned to see your wife already lying in bed, and she gently patted the free spot next to her when she saw you coming back. You happily found your way in her arms, combing through her hair as you both drifted off to sleep.

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evenstar0600 · 1 year

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greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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HQ boys seeing you at the first time

SAKUSA-> the msby/Schweden edlers match. He couldn't take his eyes off of your figure as you walked past him, smiling at the opposing team as you told them how great they put up the fight. Sakusa's eyes darkened as he saw how your hands wrapped around Kageyama's giant figure, the blue-eyed couldn't help but blush. He didn't blame him though, because you were looking deadly gorgeous. Everything about you just made his whole body tremble. The unfamiliar feelings and nervousness built up in his stomach. He couldn't understand himself. He didn't even know your name and you made him feel like a total idiot. But he was determined to get it from you.

AKAASHI-> Akaashi Keiji always wanted to work in the literature department, but Unlucky for him, the position was taken by someone. he was really upset and angry about it. He didn't wanna know this person and hoped to never have interaction. But how can he be jealous of you, when you stood like a goddess in front of him? Confidently spoke with him as you looked in some papers. Lips softly moved every time the words came out of your pretty mouth. Your beautiful eyes looked up at him as you chuckled about something that Akaashi didn't hear because he was too lost in your beauty. He understood why you got his position. Damn if he was a boss he would do the same decision. When you were about to walk away, he held your arm and gently smiled at you. " L/n-san, after work do you want to go out with me? I know a good cafe just down the street"

HINATA-> The bar was so full of people that it was hard to breathe. But his breathing got worse when he saw you on the dance floor with your small group of friends. Your hips seductively swayed at the rhythm of the loud music. It was like you were born to dance and bless him with your beautiful movements. He gulped down the liquid as it burnt his throat, hoping to gain some confidence to talk to you. Walking up to you dizzy, he fell straight in your arms. Hinata looked at you shocked and quickly jumped up. You were quite stunned by how high he jumped. He got more nervous and nervous just standing in front of you. You just looked so so pretty in the (clothes you prefer). "M-My name is Hinata Shoyou a-and I-blurghh!!" "Ewww somebody get this guy out of here, he just vomited on the girl!!" It was an embarrassing start.

OIKAWA-> The manager of San Juan who spoke Japanese was a bingo for Oikawa Tooru. But plus hot? It felt like he won the lottery. Meeting with you was the best thing (even teasing Iwa-chan). You were perfect in every way. You could just snap your fingers and all the members would kneel in front of you. The first time when the couch said your name, his eyes widened at the sight. you running towards them with a big smile plastered on your lips. Was he fangirling? Hell yeah. Was he falling in love? Hell yeah. He just melted in your sweet and warm aura as you happily spoke Japanese and were you good at it? Fuck yeah. He held himself to not just kneel and marry you right there, but it would be weird to do that of course. So maybe in the future?

BOKUTO-> Bokuto Koutarou liked walking with his grey, owl slippers and I don't mean it in his house, most of all he wore them to the convenience store when he was too lazy to put the shoes like a normal person. He didn't care about the weird looks the people gave him, since he was the densest person on the planet. But when he saw you doing the same thing as him, his mind screamed 'soulmates!!!'. The only problem was that... YOU WERE TOO DAMN GORGEOUS!! The owl-head was the most outgoing person, he knew about that. He spoke everything he wanted with everyone. But when Bokuto saw you, he just freaking lost his tongue. Finally, he somehow got your attention by waving his hand for five minutes. First, you looked at him confused, but when he awkwardly pointed at his feet, you couldn't help but let out a heart-Warming chuckle. He was pretty sure he could hear his heartbeat drum in his reddened ears. You bowed and walked away to the other direction, leaving the enchanted man open-mouthed. Yap, you two were definitely soulmates. That means that you would meet again, right?

KAGEYAMA-> Kageyama Tobio was cursing himself for ever listening to Hinata. This dating app was so so stupid! He was calming himself to not just threw his phone out of the open window, because he couldn't understand anything at all. He got a notification from the random girls but didn't even look through it. His thoughts were suddenly becoming opposite as he met with your profile. You looked stunning. Really Really stunning. He gulped as his shaky finger pressed down on the profile, and a few pictures appeared on the screen. You looked more and more beautiful in each of them. Posing yourself prettily as Kageyama had every access to see your pretty features. The face that melted his stubborn heart, which was aced for a lot of years. He searched on Google on how to start a normal conversation with a random person to not just scared them, as he started typing a text. "Hello, I hope your foot smells good :)" It kinda looked weird and nice at the same time? But he nervously bit his lip at the laughing emojis you sent him and texted him he was a pretty funny guy. Yes! It was working! And also if anything it was too late to back out.

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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I know you said angst but... im feeling some type of way so.. 👉🏼👈🏼 putting in a request for brat tamer hotch?? Maybe?? 👉🏼👈🏼 when you feel like it of course!

do not get mad at me for the beginning this isn't what it looks like i swear this is smut not angst lmfaooooo

brat tamer hotch my weakness <333

nsfw - minors dni

cw: orgasm denial and a sprinkle of degradation <3

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“I’ll be home before 8. I love you.”

You stared at your boyfriend’s text, struggling to maintain the pout on your face that you’d been wearing all day.

Aaron had been gone on a case for a whole week, and his absence around the house had been driving you crazy. You were mad at him, and even though you refused to admit it, the reason wasn’t the fact that he hadn’t called you the night before to wish you ‘good night’ and send you a virtual forehead kiss like he always did.

Feeling angry towards Aaron, during the periods of time he was away, was a pattern you couldn’t ignore anymore. Maybe you weren’t really mad at him. Maybe you were just trying to protect yourself from feeling hurt and lonely the nights you were falling asleep holding his pillow instead of him. Because, in reality, just the sweet ‘I love you’ he had texted you, made your heart melt like butter.

Still, when you heard his key turn in the lock, you didn’t jump out of your seat to run to the door so you could climb into his arms like your heart craved. You simply kneeled on the couch, waiting for him to come to you.

“Sweetheart,” he called out for you, his arm already wrapped around your shoulders pulling you against him. “I missed you.”

“I did too,” you said, and let him bless you with one of his gentle kisses.

“Mmm…missed this,” he whispered, with his eyes still closed, as he pulled away from the kiss. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You would be too embarrassed to admit it out loud, but you secretly wished he wouldn’t take showers so fast after coming home from work. Maybe you were gross for thinking that way, but his natural scent after a long day was even more delicious to you than his shower gel and after shave.

“Okay,” you said. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, baby,” he answered, already walking towards the bathroom, his thick fingers working on untying his tie. “Don’t worry.”

You sat back down on the couch, opening the book you had been reading, paying no attention to the words on the paper. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Give him a big hug to the point where he couldn’t breathe and tell him how impossible it was for you to have a good day when he wasn’t around?

His smile, less than twenty minutes later, when he was back in the living room made you almost swoon. His dimples were gonna be the end of you.

As if he knew how to become even more irresistible to you, he sat on the other end of the couch, spread his legs and patted on his thigh. “Come here.”

“I’m reading.” What was wrong with you?

“You haven’t seen me in a week and that’s the welcome I get?”

You looked up at him, staying silent, but Aaron seemed to lose his patience.

“Put the book down and come here,” he ordered.

It was not an easy thing to say no to Aaron Hotchner when he used his authoritative voice on you. So you did as he said. Just a moment later, you were on his lap, straddling him, his large hands placed possessively on your hips.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, lowering your gaze so you wouldn’t be met with his intense one.

“Then what’s that cute little pout doing on your face, hm?” Aaron asked, grabbing your chin with two of his fingers, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m not pouting,” you argued, fully aware that you were doing just that.

“You sure are. Are you mad at me or something?” His one hand was now petting your hair, and it was so hard not to melt completely under his touch.

“No.”

Aaron smiled. And then he started laughing.

“What?” you asked annoyed.

“Nothing. I just think that I know what’s wrong.”

“And what’s wrong?” you challenged him.

“I think…” he said slowly, his hands running up and down your torso, making you shiver, “that my baby is a little frustrated because she hasn’t been touched in a week.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hearing his words. “I can make myself feel good on my own, you know. I have fingers,” you said, showing him your hand, trying to make a point.

He grabbed it, pulling you on his body. “But do those pretty fingers make you get complaints from your neighbors because you were screaming too loud like my cock does?”

Aaron was staring at your mouth, waiting for you to make the first move. You tried, really tried to resist. But you failed.

You whined into his mouth, finally getting what you wanted. Your lips moved desperately against his, the feeling of his hand tugging on your hair making the ache between your legs unbearable.

You rocked yourself against him, hoping you would get some relief and Aaron was kind enough to let you. But you knew him, and you knew he wouldn’t let this slide so easily.

“Enough now,” he whispered in your ear.

“But I need…” you started to complain, but he didn’t let you finish.

“You can make yourself feel good on your own, angel,” he smirked. “You have fingers,” he said and glanced at your hand.

You did your very best to give him puppy eyes, but Aaron was not about to give in.

“Come on, baby. Touch yourself. Show me how you do it without me.” He readjusted himself on the couch, placing an arm under his head, ready to watch the show. The way his arm flexed made you almost drool, wishing you were sinking your teeth into his toned muscles.

With your cheeks burning from embarrassment you reached into your panties and started rubbing your sensitive clit in circles. It felt good, and the way Aaron’s dark gaze was focused on yours made it even better.

“Take this off, I wanna look,” he said, gesturing at your shorts.

You didn’t wanna give him what he wanted, but Aaron didn’t wait too long before taking the matter into his own hands. He pulled your shorts down harshly, your underwear coming off with them too.

“Much better,” he said, staring at your pussy with hungry eyes.

His tight grip on your thighs hurt, but somehow it combined well with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Inside now,” he said, as if he was giving you instructions for the most causal thing in the world.

You slipped two of your fingers inside you, dropping your gaze into his lap for a second so you could see how hard he was. Satisfied from the sight you moved your fingers faster, feeling your orgasm approaching.

You didn’t notice that Aaron’s left hand wasn’t on your thigh anymore. But you did notice when he wrapped it around your wrist.

“No, no,” you whined when you realized what he was about to do.

“Brats don’t get to cum,” he said, and pulled your hand away from your pussy. The euphoric feeling between your thighs turned into an achy one really fast.

“Aaron…” you whimpered, desperate for release. You tried to clench your thighs together or rub yourself against him, but Aaron was way stronger than you and could control your body almost effortlessly.

“Look how horny you are,” he said in a condescending tone. “It’s embarrassing.”

“It hurts,” you pouted, tears filling the corner of your eyes.

“I know,” he smirked. “That’s the point.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, knowing that was what Aaron was waiting for. “I’m sorry for having an attitude. Of course it feels better when you fuck me. It can’t even compare.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…” you nodded, eagerly.

He smiled sweetly at you. “There’s my good girl. Go on, touch it,” he said, releasing your hand.

You did.

“It’s too sensitive now,” you complained.

“Aw…” he cooed. “Did I ruin your orgasm?”

“You’re awful,” you sighed, and let yourself fall against his chest.

Aaron ran his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you. “Lie back down.”

Your tummy twisted in excitement. In just a few seconds you were laying on the couch with Aaron’s head between your legs. He pulled your shorts and panties completely off and kissed the inside of your thigh. Then he gave a gentle kiss to your clit sending sparkles all over your body.

“You’re dripping down to your knees,” he said and finally started licking you like you needed.

“Fuck,” you whined, his tongue doing its magic on you like nothing else ever could.

You fingers got lost between his thick hair, trying to hold him in place as if he would go away.

“Oh my God…Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He sucked on your clit and your body started shaking; you knew you’d be coming in his mouth soon.

The sounds he was making against you, the moans that were leaving his mouth as if he was the one about to cum drove you insane.

Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm took over your body. “Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t…” you moaned. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he said, giving a few more long licks to your pussy. “See how you took it like a good girl?”

You let out a shaky breath staring at the ceiling. This was heaven.

Aaron kissed your tummy and returned to his seating position, taking you with him.

“See?” he said kissing your cheek. “One orgasm later and the brat that welcomed me home tonight is nowhere to be found.”

You giggled and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted.

“I’m sorry. I just missed you a lot,” you admitted.

“I know you did, sweetheart,” he said softly, kissing the middle of your palm. “And I missed you too. Let’s go to bed.”

“Can I suck you off in there?” you asked, shyly. “Wanna fall asleep with you in my mouth.”

He chuckled, clearly thinking how impractical your suggestion was, but indulging you anyway. “Anything my sweet girl wants.”

#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch 🪐#ask #nsfw.#raven 🖤

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lollytea · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/avatarmerida/737373887054135296

*KICKS IN DOOR* LOLLY

Hi Hello!! It's a bright day!! A happy day!!! Its been stressful with last minute Christmas stuff but I've been looking at these drawings in between doing tasks and it's had me like 😌 all day long. I love them so much, they're my sweethearts <333 Thank you Miss Terrace I am very grateful for these!! I never lost hope that you'd post hunlow one day.

It's giving "Barbie has a great day every day. Ken has a great day if Barbie looks at him."

Willowww!!! Her pumped fist!!! Her flexed biceps!!! The loud chaotic invigorating energy here!!!! She's got such a big presence I love her so much. I notice that Dana has a thing about drawing Willow with bandages, so I imagine the girl plays it way more loose and reckless than what's been shown in the series. In my head Hunter is the one who patches her up <333

And Hunterrrr he's so puppy. Literally love this art so much for the little glimpse into how content and happy he is in this relationship. He's all sappy and silly in love, I adore it. He gets a little affectionate touch from his girlfriend and he just happily melts into it. Man just wants her to keep touching him forever and ever.

Agsbdjnk it kinda looks like she's showing him off to other people. Either as her star player or her boyfriend. Based on the clipboard Hunter is holding its probably the former. Maybe they're looking for new recruits.

Willow: BEHOLD!! THE MOST INCREDIBLE FLYER DERBY PLAYER AT HEXSIDE!!!

Hunter: hehehehehehehe she's talking about meeeee 😊

They're precious. I'd die for them.

This is so soft I'm dying. Something about hunlow being touchy is super special to me. I still haven't recovered from the end of WAD where Willow was looking for her Dads and Hunter was comforting her with a hand on her back. That's what this reminds me of. I think it's interesting and super sweet that this was apparently a very early drawing of them, while the crew was still figuring out their relationship. His hand on her back, something that became a clear display of how protective and careful he was with her, and its the first thing Dana ever drew of them. I'm insane.

ASGBDJNK AND ALSO WILLOW'S HAND ON HIS WAIST. First Dana hunlow drawing and it involves Willow babygirling him. God bless.

It also looks like he's blabbering away about something, eager to show her. I'm gonna cry. He's happy. He's comfortable. He wants to share his passions with her.

And her soft fond little smile. AAAAA!!! The crew drawing heart eyes Willows will always be so special to me. I see Willow looking like Hunter like he's her whole world and I want to blow up the sun.

Anyway AAAAAAAA!!!! This has made me very happy. I love hunlow so much.

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lynnlovesthestars · 6 months

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What do you think each companions’ favorite flower would be? Other than Shadowheart’s being night orchid

Ohh, i love this question..

Characters: Astarion, Wyll, Gale, Lae'zel, Karlach, Halsin. (+ minthara, Jaheira and minsc at the end)

Astarion wisteria: he never noticed it grows in the cemetery where he was buried. The night he died and came back to life, the wisteria was not in bloom yet, so he didn't notice, but after the absolute ordeal he came back a few times and in one of them, the wisteria was beautifully in bloom. It was magical to walk underneath the cascading pinks and purples, and in a way it felt like one of Tav's hugs. After seeing it, he finds a book about wisteria in Gale's stack of books, and it took him a second to steal it.

Every time he'd read more about this flower, his interest in it only grew, and along with it, he found himself growing pretty fond of the flower.

He could see himself in the delicate white petals: wisteria has different meanings in each region of Faerun and all of them were, in a way, parts of him.

Longevity, immortality, but also melancholy and a life cut short. It's new beginnings and self-reflection over the past.

♡♡

Wyll likes poppies. Maybe it's the simplicity that catches his eye right away, or maybe the beautiful vibrant colors, nevertheless he makes sure that there's always a pot of poppies at home. He mostly takes care of it, cause he doesn't want to put the responsibility on someone else, but you bet he will water his poppies with a precision worth of the blade of avernus.

His first memory of poppies, he holds it very dear, cause it was one of the last truly happy memories with his father.

Wyll worked with his father briefly before Ulder had to depart for Elturel. They took their horses and traversed along the Chionthar to make sure it would be safe for Ulder and the fists to cross. Tough as they were riding, they stumbled upon a stunning yellow and red poppy field. It reminded them of the flaming fists, of their home, of their mission, but lastly of the sunset that would await them after Elturel was safe. Though they didn't actually say it out loud, they knew Wyll was going to treasure the moment.

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Lae'zel loves snapdragons. First because they remind her of the might of githyanki's, then because she found them particularly relatable. Snapdragons can survive in the harshest temperatures, just like she was able to endure her whole life being turned upside down.

It's not easy to make her smile genuinely, but if you show up with Snapdragons, she will melt inside. (Though she'd never admit it)

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Gale likes hyacinths. He's mesmerized by their structure, their colors, their smell. They are just so intriguing. He started growing hyacinths to practice his weave control, but over time he really grew fond of them.

Gale definitely has a name for his pots, and refers to them as his children. One time he was rambling about the flowers, and everyone believed he was a father and forgot to let them know.

"I cannot believe you all" Gale exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "do you think i'd really choose to be stuck here with you, rather than at home with literally my children?!"

"Yes" everyone answered in unison.

♡♡

Karlach LOVES SUNFLOWERS. They just make her smile. She is a naturally outgoing and sunflowers just remind her of herself. Also she spent so long in Avernus, away from the sun, that when she came back to the surface, she followed it like a sunflower.

It wasn't easy to find them near Baldur's Gate, in fact the closest she's ever gotten to one was near Rosymorn monastery. The field was clearly blesses by Lathander, cause those sunflowers were breathtaking, even if she had to see them from her horse.

♡♡

Halsin loved every flower, of course. But one that always made his heart swell was the four o'clock flower. It was something so unique: a flower that would bloom only at dawn. It was like a secret only for those eyes that stayed vigilant in the dark. It was a flower for those lonely souls that couldn't sleep. Although he always had nature by his side, he did feel lonely at the end of the day. Through the decades he had many lovers, but no one could fill that emptiness, and that flower passed unnoticed until everyone went to sleep, just like he would pass unnoticed as he guised as a butterfly.

♡♡

Jaheira peony

Minsc marigold

Minthara black dahlia.

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fullsunised · 1 year

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NCT DREAM REACTION : CHAPTER ONE

nct dream x idol! reader

their reaction when you mention them in your speech for the award you recieved for the song about them

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: fluff???

heartburn

MARK LEE

❝thank you to mark, who was obviously my muse❞

boy oh boy was he surprised. his eyes were shining the whole time he was looking at you on stage doing what you adored the most. the smile on your face making his heart swell. now that you mentioned him in your speech, you know he'd be hiding his face, shy and embarrassed.

as someone who has used to as a muse in a lot of his songs, he never said it out loud but when you do it, for a song that was your best hit until now he'd be proud. you're finally getting what you deserved, you know his chest is full of pride.

and when the camera focuses on his face, giving him a well deserved close up, he'd hide his face in his hands giving you a thumbs up through the screen. you would chuckle at his cute self, adding more remarks to watch him flush even more, finding utter amusement in this.

RENJUN HUANG

❝ to my muse, renjun ❞

when you raised your award that was in your hand as a toast to him, renjun grinned. throughout your whole performance he couldn't stop smiling, and when you add his name into the speech his cheeks would start hurting but nonetheless he would smile for you.

because he was proud. he is proud. his heart would well of love, and his hands would cry to hold you and kiss you to your death. he'd be shy of course, but his happiness would out run it and he'd be looking at you from his seat with the brightest of smiles ever.

and when the camera focuses on his face, he'd show you his proud smile, making your day and also making you realise you should work harder so that he could be more proud of you, even more until his cheeks hurt from smiling every time you win.

JENO LEE

❝thanks to jeno, you made this song ❞

jeno would smile, like the smile where his eyes would dissappear. he'd be grinning the whole time, his eyes gone. he'd be watching you with a very bright smile, wanting to hug you immediately. his baby was doing great.

his smile would go even wider when his and your fans begin screaming your ship name, making it resonate through the whole arena. his eyes would be on you the whole time, making sure you weren't tired or exhausted because he watched you prepare for the day.

and when the camera lands on him, he'd be grinning- too happy to say or do anything. you'd take happiness in that, your heart happy seeing him proud. taking an extra step, you'd blow him a flying kiss which he'd happily take before giving you one himself.

DONGHYUCK LEE [😙]

❝thanks to hyuckie for blessing me with his presence❞

as soon as his nickname would leave your mouth into the mic and to the speakers he'd have wide eyes. well, that was unexpected. considering how you two revealed yourself just a few days ago, he didn't expect you to make such a bold move.

either way, he's happy. his broad smile, his clapping hands, his shaking legs showed the world that. he was so proud of his baby for working so hard in both her job , and in loving him. also, he'd be planning an even more bolder move for today.

although, he's all smiley and shit he'd be shy- like a lot especially when your fans start screaming his name or when his fans start chanting your ship name. and when the camera lands on him, he'd give you a very proud smile, before resting a hand on his heart. and you know you'd be grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.

JAEMIN NA

❝ also, thank you jaemin. this song is for you❞

bro would physically melt. as soon as his name slips out, he'd be resting his head on his palm and watching you dreamily. you were the best thing that has happened to him, and with this little interaction you'd give him the benefit of doubt that you'd be together forever.

he's still melting, through out your whole speech. and his members suffer because he couldn't contain his excitement. he'd be shaking their hands, or shaking them to the core because he couldn't wait to hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loves you.

and when the camera lands on him, he'd still be melting, so that smile he shows on the screen was enough to tell you that he's proud. you would giggle at his silliness and wink at him. he'd be conscious enough to wink back at you but he'd be melting still.

CHENLE ZHONG

❝ chenle, i love you❞

bros gonna be cocky asf. he'd look at his fans around him and smile like 'she's mine, yall could never'. his fans would tease him about it but he wouldn't be flustered, if anything he'd grin at them like he's enjoying all the teasing.

he's gonna have a smirk plastered on his face the whole time, watching you thank everyone else. he'd be happy asf obviously but more than happy he'd be screaming, joining the other million people calling out your name or rather your ship name. he'd have no shame whatsoever to call you his infront of millions.

and when the camera lands on him, he'd give you a smile that's all. and you know you've done enough to make him happy. you lean into the mic to thank the rest of nct dream to tease him but you know he knows he's the only one for you.

JISUNG PARK

❝thank you jisung, you're the best❞

cutie would be flustered. like his face would go red, and he'd start sweating because he's nervous, taken aback and flustered. but through all those little nervous actions, he'd show you he's proud. his members would be teasing him but he'd sit through all of it for you.

he'd have his big ass hands on his face, covering it the whole time you were talking. he'd probably really be flustered and flabbergasted that he won't be able to speak or even retort back to his members. and the screaming would add to his nerves and make him even more nervous.

and when the camera lands on him he'd rest his head on his lap shy. the world would coo at his cute action along with you who'd be blushing too considering how shy your boyfriend was being. for the rest of the show he'd avoid eye contact.

fullsunised.

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k1ssoflove · 25 days

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~ My Skincare Routine ~

ANUA Heart Leaf Pore Control Cleansing Oil

Okay, I’m sure most of us having probably heard of this product once or twice right? Upon my first time using it gunk, blackheads, and whiteheads that I didn’t even know I had came up due to this product. Overall it’s made my skin really smooth and clear so much so that it literally looks like i’m wearing a real life filter when I look into the mirror!

CERAVE Foaming Facial Cleanser

An amazing product through and through, you can never go wrong with this cleanser tbh. I was using the ANUA heart leaf foaming cleanser but it literally broke me out so bad, I think it’s because of the fragrance so I had to switch back to this one and it’s cleared up all of the breakouts.

ANUA Heart Leaf 77% Toner Pads

Hydrates my skin SOO well I always use just 2 pads and let them sit on my cheeks for a bit before applying it to my face entire face and neck but they’re so calming especially after i’ve had them in the fridge.

ANUA Heart Leaf 77% Soothing Toner

I may as well be using the whole line at this point.. but this toner has been blowing up for so long I just decided I had to buy it and give it a try, and oh my god how this product cleared my breakouts so so quickly. Such a good product to use when your breaking out it truly does a really good time soothing it.

COSRX Snail Mucin 96% Power Essence

Yes i’m highly influenced I know! I’m so glad that I got this product, it’s like a holy grail for acne. This paired with the two toners is such a blessing, no seriously. This product aids in getting rid of bumps I had on my face especially on my forehead.

ANUA Peach 70% Niacinamide serum

My faveee I can talk about this product for soo long. I’ve tried many serums but none come close to this one it’s such a good product even my mom started using it. The scent is amazing it smells exactly like peaches, after immediately applying this serum onto my face it gives such a nice dewy glow and helps brighten my face! Makes me feel like such a princess. Last Anua product I promise.

Glow Recipe Watermelon Glow Moisturizer

They were not lying when they said glow.. Using this product gives you an INSTANT glow to your skin and the scent is so dreamy and perfect. I have not been using this product long and honestly besides the glowiness it gives and the yummy scent there’s not really anything special about it. And why is it so expensive..

LA ROCHE-POSAY Melt-In Milk Sunscreen 60

Such a nice sunscreen, leaves no white cast, is glowy but not to a point where it just looks greasy. Only problem I have with it is the packaging, it kinda like explodes or leaks? I don’t know if it’s the actual product itself or maybe just a error on my end but it gets really annoying sometimes but overall a really good choice of sunscreen!

LANEIGE Berry Lip Sleeping Mask

Yes as I said highly influenced… I always use this after finishing my skincare routine before i’m about to go to bed. It leaves my lips really moisturized and soft and smells amazing! At first I thought it would be the same as any other lip mask but it’s such a unique and nice consistency that I haven’t seen before in a lip mask.

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silverflqmes · 8 months

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໒⦂ 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒.

synopsis. in which you find yourself falling in love with the player behind the main character of the game you have been coded into.

genre. mild hurt + comfort

for @diorlumx <3

kenma kozume x gn!reader

a normal person wouldn’t believe it if they were suddenly told their life was etched into the very coding of the game, left in the hands of the person behind the screen. but that was reality — yours, and that of many others in your world.

you knew, you knew it all too well, as you were the exception.

why it had been you and not someone else, you were uncertain of, though.

part of you assumed something was wrong with you. that your file was corrupted or that a virus had found its way into your mind and consumed you wholly, allowing you privileges most do not possess.

however another side of you, thought it to be a gift, a blessing of knowledge.

for this love would not be possible, had it not been for the adulteration that allowed this interface between you and kenma kozume.

wheras your life was a singular branch to a great tree that was the story this simulation had created, the boy in front of you right now was none other than the player who controlled your fate with a series of clicks.

the protagonist of your tale.

one with an abundance of choices — each option more pleasant than the last, and yet.. it was you that he chose. the person who had captured his frigid heart and melted the ice away, layer by layer.

“y/n, i know we’re separated by reality.. but i just wanted you to know,” he paused, flushing a bit as his bangs fell over his visage. “that you are the reason i keep coming back to this game — why i keep holding off on finishing it.” he confessed, trailing his eyes back over to find you listening, offering him every ounce of your patience and attention.

he was almost certain any other person would have pushed for him to speak up — but you, you looked at him like he was your whole world. as though you’d waited a thousand years for him, and would wait a thousand more, just to hear the words fall naturally.

a smile lifted your lips as you picked his hands up in yours, squeezing them gently. “i wake up every morning hoping to find you again, kenma-san. wishing upon every star that litters the night sky to answer my dreams of truly being with you.” you answered softly, a bittersweet tone behind your words.

“how i wish i could cross the glass that sunders us from one another..” you finished in a mutter, lowering your gaze to the grassy expanse of the school courtyard. “but alas, fate is a cruel, wicked thing.”

the second year slid his hand underneath your cheek with great delicacy, as though you were made of porcelain. prone to shatter into a million different pieces if not handled with care. “fate is also a wonderful thing.. for allowing me the chance to meet you.” he reasoned quietly, urging you to lift your head and meet his loving gaze.

anyone who knew kenma outside of the protagonist character in front of you now would call him a joke for acting as he was.

to just about everyone, he was the hermit of nekoma high’s volleyball club — the unwilling setter thrust into said position by his childhood friend. but he was more than that, so much more.

kenma in love, displaying his true self, was the best version of himself. and he was right here, standing before you and slowly pouring that tentative heart out to you.

although the universe divided you both into reality and simulation, it was still kind enough to allow you one good, real thing. and that was the opportunity to meet again and again, even if an invisible wall separated you.

notes. i didn’t plan to add angst, but it just felt suited to build emotion.. anyway, i haven’t written much for kenma so i apologize if he is a bit ooc! i figured he would have a more vulnerable side if he’s in love yk? i hope you enjoyed though<3

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