#★ ❨ sen ❩ ֢֢֢ ˚

[seneon]

CONTENTS. rural japan! au. forbidden love. rayne is a powerful mountain god, and reader is a surviving warrior of a war. this is a super short series of romance && angst. inspired by chase atlantic's moonlight and the korean drama, tale of the nine tailed.

NOTES. happy ( early ) valentine's! this series is written for all the rayne girlies. dedicated + written for @anqelically && @kyoghurts !! this is valentines gift from me to you, angel & kenji my luvlies.

TAGLIST. @kyoghurts @anqelically @caelivir @bbladie @ansbobcar @rjasmin2021 @lunareclipses-moments

一 the aftermath of the great war.

二 blades that cannot cut through.

三 running in the moonlight.

四 dancing in the open waves.

五 a forgotten warrior that lives.

© SENEON￤MOONLIGHT 2024. do not alter or repost.

[catncore]

the other hanekoma (bakeneko) who lives rent free in my head. he rejected the higher planes call and never ascended to becoming an angel- instead he's a wandering spirit that resides permanently within the UG without being affected by the games.

he's got a butterfly motif and mainly deals with spiritual oddities. the feather in his name (hanekoma) is more of a metaphor for freedom instead of angel. he's very heavily cat focused.

[aosvrse]

ACE WITH A PERFORMER S/O

contents. fluffy and angst. a short drabble.

notes. written by vocalist sen. i told mod ory i didn't want to write ace angst but here i am with an ace angst drabble 😭

portgas d. ace visits the local pub very often. why? just to see a certain singer perform in the middle of the pub, singing and attracting all the villagers and pirates. but there is a twist. ace is in love with you, and you are in love with ace.

everytime after your performances, the two of you would sneak out of the pub and run along the streets or sit at the edges of the dock just to talk about ace’s journeys or your performances. you'd wait for him to return from his journeys even if it takes months and years. and ace couldn't wait to finally see your face again.

the pirate always sneaks in a few darlings and loves whenever the both of you are alone. such as ‘darling your voice remains beautiful as always’ and he will go on and on about how your voice is heavenly music to him, not even the ocean waves during the dead of night could compare.

oh ... how you love and treasure ace so much. in a secret relationship that no one knows about. will it last forever? a pirate and a pub performer.portgas d. ace visits the local pub very often. why? just to see a certain singer perform in the middle of the pub, singing and attracting all the villagers and pirates. but there is a twist. ace is in love with you, and you are in love with ace.

the pain that slowly consumed and swallowed you away bit by bit, piece by piece the moment you found out of the marineford war. there will be no ace to call you darling anymore, no ace to always ask about your performances, no ace to talk hours on end about his magical journeys.

there will be no more portgas d. ace in your life.

© AOSVRSE 2024.

[nylibrty]

my gamer boyfriend if you even care

[sweetheartsaku]

hi fav shoto kisser how are you on this fine day

hihi fav dabi lvr<3 im getting ready for school!!!im blasting sk8r boi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FEELING GOOD!!

[sturgeongutz]

★KENT SULTAN: 'di ka basta-basta makakakita ng ganito

[okkalo]

how your entire masterlist got me feeling

biting my lip and twirling my hair while trying to not kiss u

[nyaninyu]

some 情报 got from toda-san's twits. robot transformed from 日本語.

what troubles toda-san?:

The laptop fell into the bathtub

Repair helmet drill feet

Studio destroyed by beloved nephew

Smoking a cigarette was regarded as an enemy by parents

One person eats soba noodles for six people New Year's Eve (took stomach medicine)

Microwaving ice cream glows blue

In 2002 I thought I'd never be in a band again

Can't eat KFC

I forgot the rice cooker after taking a bath

I lost in qualifying

Reported by smz as a high school dropout

Because the robot that tells you to close the refrigerator is too cute, it increases the time to open the refrigerator

Sleeping messed up the duvet cover completely

Lived 25 years to discover the frozen box lunch heating scam

Never been in love and thinks sweet and sour is sweet and sour loin

I drank my coffee and I couldn't see my Totoro

The rain covered the garbage bag on the motorcycle and melted in the exhaust pipe

Favorite movies are not popular at school

The Valkyrie model was crushed by smz

Lin Mingmei is a loser

Four drinks in one hand

Go to the supermarket drugstore to buy a cup of noodles by the drugstore grandpa (health guardian)

Motorcycle hit by a tour bus with broken ribs

Costotoxin spreads throughout the body

See dentist gender is unclear

DC Fat Ball loses the game

The new iPad doesn't work as well as the old one

Hay fever

Opening the door to pick up the package scared the Courier

...etc.

[sanniewrites]

Sen couldn't help but nod once hearing her words. He liked his job but sometimes he wanted nothing more than to use a little more brute force against those who tried to get too close. He knew his boss wouldn't be too happy if he did so at all. "They piss me off honestly. Wish I didn't have to deal with it at all." He sighed, clenching his drink a bit.

He can't help but smile a bit before looking at her. "Yeah, I just usually don't rant to people randomly." He laughs some before taking a sip of his drink. "It's just annoying. Like I've had too many fans try to get too close and I've been so tempted to just slam them into the wall at time. It's one thing I hate dealing with but otherwise I enjoy the job."

——- Rachel looked at the man with slight confusion for a brief moment before her features softened and a look of somewhat sympathy came to her. the look was more of an 'i get it' face, but could be mistaken for feeling bad for someone if looked at quickly. ❝ the nerve of some fuckers — am i right ? ❞ she finally added, with the slightest of smiles tugging at her cherry coloured lips. a slight chuckle left her before shaking her head just before she spoke in her brooklyn accent. ❝ no, you're good. i think we all have those days we're just — over it. ❞ the blonde had a hint of frustration laced in her tone, as her job she had to deal with a hand full of people that just weren't the fucking vibe. ❝ i do music — so, i definitely get it on that level with the amount of idiots i have to deal with. ❞

[taurasiluvr]

how you can help palestine

★ thinking about diana taurasi putting you in your place... kinda inspired by sen's strap headcanons @taurasiluv

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. brat taming (my fav!!!), slapping, degradation, mommy kink (it's a dee smut, what do you expect?)

 ⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 1.1k

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p

"didn't i tell you to cut the fucking attitude?" diana's voice rang out the kitchen, causing you to let out an irritated sigh. you paused, gripping the edge of the counter as you tried to steady your nerves.

"dee, 'm not a kid. you can't talk to me like that," you shot back, trying to keep your voice even. diana walked into the living room, her tall frame filling the doorway. she was still in her practice gear, her face glistening with sweat.

"yeah, i know you're not. you're acting a brat, and i don't like it." she replied, her tone assertive. she opened a water bottle, chugging it slowly. you took the moment to take in your girlfriend; all of her.

you rolled your eyes and turned around, going back to cutting up some fruit. "maybe i wouldn't act like a brat if you actually paid attention to me," you muttered under your breath, knowing full well she'd hear.

diana raised an eyebrow, setting the water bottle down. "what was that, baby?" she crossed her arms, watching you intently.

"nothing," you grumbled, deciding to really test her patience right now.

"no, you wanna act all big and and tough, let's hear it," diana said, stepping closer.

"i told you, nothing,"

you ignored the calls of your name as you walked toward your shared bedroom, letting the annoyance take over. diana walked in the bedroom behind you, her expression now pissed.

"don't walk away from me when we're talking," she said, her voice low and controlled, but you could feel the anger simmering beneath.

you spun around to face her, your own frustration boiling over. "what's there to talk about, dee? you're never here! i'm tired of feeling like an afterthought."

diana's eyes narrowed. "so that's what this is is about? and this is how you deal with it? by throwing a tantrum like a child?"

"well i-"

"no, i'm still talking." she repeated as your face contorted into irritation. "first of all, fix your fuckin' face. and this whole thing is because you're needy? cause you haven't had a good fuck in a while?"

you clenched your fists, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. diana's blunt words cut deep, but there was a part of you that couldn't deny the truth in them. you needed her, and the lack of attention had been gnawing at you.

"fine," she sighed as she slammed the door shut. "get on the bed, sweetheart."

you looked stunned as diana just kept glaring at you. "you wanna act all shy now, baby?"

you let out a breathe before obeying her, sitting on the bed as diana walked over toward you. she grabbed your face tightly, forcing you to look upward. her eyes bore into yours, a mix of anger and desire flickering in them at you being so submissive.

"you're not gonna pull that bratty attitude with me anymore, got it?" she said, her voice low and commanding.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. the intensity of her gaze, the way her fingers dug into your cheeks, sent a shiver down your spine. she let go of your face before landing a swift slap to your cheek, a moan coming out of your lips at the sting.

"i asked you something," she demanded, her hand finding your face again, her grip tightening slightly. "do you understand?"

"yes," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

"yes, what?" she prompted, leaning closer so her breath fanned across your lips.

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice barely audible.

"good," she said, releasing your face and stepping back slightly. "now strip. wanna see you naked."

your heart pounded in your chest as you complied, your hands shaking slightly as you undressed. diana watched you intently, her eyes dark with desire. she turned around as well, rummaging through your drawer before finding her strap. she slipped it on quickly before she turned to face you once again.

once you were completely bare, you stood there, feeling vulnerable under her intense gaze. she stepped closer again, her hand trailing down your arm, sending goosebumps in its wake.

without another word, her hand gripped your head before she gestured to her strap. her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catchm as you nodded slowly, opening your mouth, you leaned forward, taking her in.

diana's other hand tangled in your hair, holding you steady as you began to move, your lips and tongue working to please her. she let out a low groan, the sound sending a thrill through you. you looked up at her, meeting her gaze, her expression a mix of dominance and desire.

"that's it, baby," she murmured, her voice rough with arousal. "just like that."

you continued, your movements becoming more confident as you found a rhythm. diana's grip on your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as you took more of her in. the taste and feel of the strap filled your senses, and you felt a rush of heat between your legs, your own arousal building.

after a few moments, diana pulled you back, her eyes dark with need. "on the bed," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

you obeyed, crawling onto the bed and positioning yourself on your hands and knees, your body trembling with anticipation. diana moved behind you, her hands running over your back and down to your hips, her touch somehow both possessive and gentle.

"you're going to take everything i give you," she said, her voice low and commanding. "understand?"

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice breathless with need.

she positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing in slowly, filling you completely. you moaned, your body arching as you adjusted to the sensation. diana held your hips firmly, setting a steady pace that quickly had you gasping for breath.

she landed a couple slaps to your ass, causing a string of curses and moans to leave your mouth.

"fucking brat," she growled, her movements becoming more intense. "say it, say you're mine."

"'m yours," you managed to gasp, your body responding eagerly to her every thrust. "'m yours, dee."

the pleasure built quickly, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. diana's grip on your hips tightened, her own breathing becoming ragged as she drove you toward release.

when you finally came, it was with a cry of pure ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. she pulled out gently, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you into her arms. you lay there together, both of you catching your breath, the intensity of the moment slowly giving way to a feeling of deep contentment.

"did i fuck all that attitude outta you now, baby?" diana managed to say as you let out a breathless laugh.

"mhm, yeah. you did," you replied.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[seneon]

sennnnnn, I squatted 30kg & I’m so happyyy, I’m gonna try 35 or 40 next time cause it was kinda easy. also, I did a 35kg hip abduction I think

THATS SO GOOD N AMAZING

[signofspeed]

ᯓ★ JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY!

it’s your mums birthday but your step dad can’t seem to take his eyes off of you (mean step dad!joel miller x f!reader smut)

a/n: my first Joel fic so go nice on me lol, if you enjoyed then reblog and show some love. this was so fun to write, enjoyyy

The party was everything your mum had dreamed of—warm lights strung across the backyard, music playing softly in the background, and her closest friends and family gathered to celebrate her big day. It was perfect, right down to the last detail, even if the man she was cheating on Joel with had the audacity to show up. You leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, sipping from a glass of wine and watching the scene unfold through the open sliding door. People laughed, danced, and toasted to her, utterly oblivious to the tension simmering in the house.

You couldn’t help it—your eyes drifted across the room to Joel.

He was standing near the corner, nursing a beer and looking as ruggedly handsome as ever in his fitted flannel shirt and worn jeans. His salt-and-pepper hair was slightly tousled, and his intense brown eyes scanned the room—lingering on you when he thought no one was watching.

He had been stealing glances at you all night, his attention as unavoidable as a magnetic pull. It started innocently enough—a brush of his hand against yours when you passed him a plate of hors d’oeuvres, the subtle shift in his posture whenever you were near. But the heat in his gaze told you this wasn’t just polite attention.

It was something darker. Something forbidden.

You shouldn’t have reciprocated. You shouldn’t have noticed the way his broad shoulders flexed when he reached for something or the way his jaw clenched when he caught you smiling at one of the younger guests. You certainly shouldn’t have liked the jealousy flashing in his eyes.

But you did.

You set down your empty glass, heart pounding, and turned toward the hallway, needing a moment away from the noise to catch your breath. As you passed through the kitchen door, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the darkened laundry room.

The laundry room door slammed shut behind you with a soft click, cutting off the cheerful noise of the party outside. Joel turned the lock with a deliberate motion, his broad back blocking the exit, his presence suffocating in the small space. He didn’t say a word, not at first. His dark eyes bore into yours, his lips pulled into a tight line.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he asked finally, his voice low and menacing.

You blinked, your heart hammering against your ribs. “I—What are you talking about?”

He scoffed, a dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Don’t play dumb with me.” His boots thudded against the tile as he took a step closer, then another, until you were pressed against the cold metal of the washer. “You’ve been walking around all goddamn night in that little dress, batting your eyes at every guy who looks at you, like a slut”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were,” he growled, cutting you off. His hands came up, gripping your hips with a bruising force. “You think I didn’t see the way you smiled at that little punk by the bar? Laughing at his jokes like you didn’t know I was standing right there?”

“Joel,” you whispered, your voice trembling under the weight of his anger.

“Quiet,” he snapped, his fingers digging into your skin. “You’ve been pushing me all night, sweetheart. Acting like a fucking tease. But you know what? I’m done playing nice.”

His words sent a thrill of fear and excitement racing through you, leaving you breathless. Joel’s hands slid up your sides, his rough palms brushing over the thin fabric of your dress.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he demanded, his voice a low growl in your ear. “You’ve been begging for my attention all night. Now you’ve got it.”

You didn’t have time to respond before his mouth crashed against yours, his lips claiming you in a bruising, possessive kiss. His beard scratched against your skin, the sensation adding to the overwhelming heat building between you. You gasped against him, and he took full advantage, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste you.

Joel’s hands roamed your body with a kind of urgency that bordered on roughness, sliding down to your thighs and pulling you closer. He hoisted you onto the washer in one swift motion, his body slotting between your legs as he pressed against you.

“You think you can act like that out there and not face the consequences?” he muttered, his lips trailing down your neck. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, making you whimper. “No, baby. You’re mine. And I’m gonna remind you who you belong to.”

His hands bunched the fabric of your dress, shoving it up around your hips with no regard for how it wrinkled. You trembled under his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers found the thin band of your panties.

“Already soaked,” he murmured, his voice thick with disdain and hunger. “Of course you are, filthy little thing.”

“Joel,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Shut up,” he snapped, his fingers hooking under the fabric and tearing it off you with one swift motion. The sound of the fabric ripping sent a jolt through you, your head spinning with the knowledge that there was no turning back now.

Joel stepped back just enough to undo his belt, the metallic clink making your pulse race. His eyes never left yours as he yanked his jeans down just enough to free himself, his hard length standing proud and thick.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re gonna sit there and take it. No whining. No complaints. Got it?”

You nodded, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

“That’s my girl,” he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs and yanking you closer to the edge of the washer.

Without another word, he pushed into you in one hard thrust, stretching you painfully around him. You cried out, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain, but Joel didn’t stop. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his hips snapping against yours in a relentless rhythm that left you gasping for air.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice rough as his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he took you. “So fucking tight. Like you were made for me.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, mingling with your ragged breathing and his deep, guttural groans. Joel’s pace was brutal, each thrust hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

“You think anyone out there knows what a little slut you are?” he asked, his tone mocking as his hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Huh? Think they’d still think you’re so sweet if they could see you right now? Sat here and taking me like this?”

You whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to hold on. The heat in your core built with each thrust, the pressure almost unbearable.

“That’s right,” Joel muttered, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like the dirty little thing you are.”

“Yes,” you gasped, the word tumbling from your lips before you could stop it.

“Say it,” he demanded, his grip on your jaw tightening. “Say you belong to me.”

“I belong to you,” you choked out, your voice trembling.

“Damn right you do,” he growled, his hand slipping down to find the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs. His thumb circled it with maddening precision, sending you hurtling toward the edge. “Now come for me, baby. Show me who you belong to.”

His words were your undoing. Your body tensed, the wave of pleasure crashing over you and leaving you trembling in his arms. Joel followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you, groaning your name like a prayer.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your labored breathing, the faint hum of the washer beneath you grounding you in the aftermath.

Joel leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t forget who owns you,” he murmured, his tone soft but no less commanding.

As he stepped back, adjusting his jeans and belt, he smirked down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Clean yourself up,” he said, tossing your torn panties at you. “And get back to the party. Best not make it obvious what we’ve just been up to”

You nodded, still too dazed to speak, as he unlocked the door and disappeared into the hallway.

Left alone, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of what had just happened, you couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. You belonged to Joel, and there was no denying it even if he was married to your mum.

[aosvrse]

green for farts and boogers yum

oh ok

[nylibrty]

i yearn for strap

[sweetheartsaku]

saku i have school i can't go back to sleep 😆 anyways im back home now so i can nap all afternoon

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO EMBARASSING🙁 the fact i typed the reblog while i was in class too 😢😢 yessie u can eep now 😴😴

[sanctissimx]

A rare smile played at her features, though no mirth was to be found in the coldness of her eyes. Vere was always amusing when he found himself cornered. Like watching a cornered cat try to puff himself up and looking absolutely ridiculous for it.

"If you stopped talking, maybe you wouldn't win my battles for me," Sen reminded him gently. "How can I yearn for mothers and burials I don't remember?"

She yanked hard at his chains—a warning. "Come on, little puppy god. It's time for your daily walk."

❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜- Sen EYESEMOJI

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝕬 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋 left Vere upon hearing the reanimated doll's familiar voice, akin to nails on a chalkboard on an early morning when you just did not get a full night's sleep. His ears pinned back as he shot her a dirty look over his shoulder, the words irritating and exhausting crossing his mind. Yet, there was only malice in his eyes -- not the flat look of hunger and threat he regarded towards the other Senobium members.

❝ That's rich, coming from a corpse. Does yours even think of you ? Or has the world forgotten you altogether once they thought the earth swallowed you up ? ❞ He huffed, his long tail twitching once at the end. Suddenly a rather cruel smile painted across his lips.

❝ Actually, were you even buried at all ? You don't remember, am I right ? Pitiful. ❞