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[hyshonor]

May I please request icons of Sakura Miku?

𝜗₊　　sakura miku icons　┄　🍒

　⤹ req by⠀⠀ : ⠀ @kirinesse⠀ ⠀˳ᴗ ᴗ)

　﹒ ‎ f/o , kin / id tags okay ‎ ⟢

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[preyse]

“ Mother 、 virtue won’t you explain ?

⠀Fushi ⠀ discord ⠀ layout ⠀〜

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ f2u with credit ♡ ⠀

[lawc4tboy]

˚ ׅ 🦷 𓈒 ۫ εїз ׅ ۫

[yeomgyuu]

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[awpples]

⠀ 𓏵۪۪⠀⠀⠀Youre the boy from my dreams⠀⠀⠀ི་།

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i use the names theo soren and morgue! you may also call me ren for short!! i use he/vamp + prns (you can ask for more if ud like) and i am 17 years old !!

i only do (reply) icons / layouts, do not request graphics !! ^_<

blacklist

hazbin hotel / wtv the other is, dsmp, ranfren, okegom, real people (may make exceptions for idols), anything that makes me uncomfy

whitelist

genshin, honkai (star rail), bandori, project sekai, love live, d4dj, idolmaster, enstars, zenless zone zero, wuthering waves + some anime (ill be picky about anime request)

[st4rbwrry]

y’all remember these? had me in a mf chokehold.

[moviestarmartini]

girl that new brahim/jude fic was fucking insane i luv your writing sooo much

THANK YOU SM NONNIE IM CRYING 🥹

[hyshonor]

✦　｡　haiii !! Would it be okay for me to request some red or muted pink Rosaria (( genshin impact !! )) icons ?? With no kin/id/me if possible ,, please feel free to deny !! :3

𝜗₊　　rosaria icons　┄　🐙

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　 ⤷⠀⠀made by hyshonor. f2u, rb and credit ｡

[screampied]

Can you do Kinji Hakari making shy reader not be ashamed of her moans by making her squirt😏🙏

Btw, you’re doing god’s work by blessing us with the works of underrated minor characters🙇‍♀️

❤︎ ໋𓈒 hakari making his shy girl squirt

warnings. fem! reader, praise, squirting, reverse cowgirl, breath play, overstim, mdni.

“ya gotta learn how to relaaaax, sweetheart,” he purrs in a soft raspy voice. you were so close up against him — his chest practically pressed up near your back. forever entangled with his warmth, his shaft buried right between your walls. riding him in reverse, yet except you were smushed right up beside hum. hakari brings a rough hand towards your hips, guiding you to give him yet another mind-boggling orgasm. “i know, girl. ‘s coming close isn’t it? she’s gonna make another mess right up on me.”

you moaned, puffs of his breath fanning against your earlobe. hakari briefly nibbled on it before chuckling.

he found it cute how just a little trail of his fingers skimming down your thighs made you drench even more. your grip was tantalizingly deadly to him, for a moment it makes his jaw tighten. you felt an orgasm approaching, yet this time it felt a bit different.

“ha—kariiii,” you’d drag out. he smiles, watching you desperately try to conceal those sweet moans from his ear. although to him, it was one of his favorite things to listen to. the sound of your voice, it made him throb any day. “feel somethin’ else, fuck.”

his slit eyebrows furrow before he chuckles to himself. within an instant, he knew what that something else was. hakari wraps a bulky arm around your neck gingerly, another hand reaching down towards between your legs. “ooh,” he whispers against your ear, and you whimper once he brings a hand towards your clit to give it a few playful smacks. “you gonna squirt on me? dirty girl,” and then he hums before setting your hips in place with one hand. “say pretty please though. if you wanna be filthy, ya gotta have manners, no?”

you were babbling at this point, mere sounds of straight coherent babbles spewing out of your spit glossed lips.

it was adorable, the way your head jerked back against him — your legs were sprawled a bit, and your breathing significantly hitched. you were chasing your breath, feeling that familiar feeling rise up inside of you.

with stupidly crossed eyes, you felt your tongue gradually loll out of your mouth. hakari chortles, bringing a hand that was just rubbing against your cunt and brings his fingers into your mouth. without question, you taste yourself. “such a sloppy mouth,” he groans, feeling you nearly drain his balls out.

he was incredibly hefty too, slamming in and out of you . . yet you were doing all the work. at least, you were trying to.

your legs were just about ready to give out and hakari was guiding your hips to its inevitable release.

“damn girl,” he’d suck in a breath, feeling the way you used your hips to slowly grind against him. your rhythm, it was so sensual — so smooth. it had his mind going for a loop, his touch sent shivers down your spine entirely. “i wanna hear you,” he murmurs, pulling his now dampened fingers out of your mouth. a pretty cobweb of spit exits out of your lips in the process, and with hooded eyes, you moan. “get a little louder for me.”

such sweet whimpers coax out the back of your throat, and you’re so sensitive. his fat cock reached everywhere, in spots that had your knees practically bucking.

unhurriedly, you continue to shift your weight against him — pant after pant sliding past your lips. “gonna m-make a mess,” you’d sniffle, just feeling yourself start to tremor. your cunt was so vocal too, squelching out little noises of itself. it was an entire lewd site.

the smell of hakari’s loud yet intoxicating cologne scent filled up your senses every few seconds. each time you thwacked against his back from your movements, you’d take a quick whiff and get wet simply from how good he smelled.

he brings two rough hands towards your waist again before nipping at your neck. “show me how messy you can really get then, princess,” he utters in a low tone. you felt your cunt throb at his words, the way he delivered it. the raspiness that hid underneath it and all. you whined, feeling yourself building up.

oh, the build up of it all.

it had you weak. by this point, your walls were being dragged through and through. you had so much leverage in this current position, although you couldn’t see his face — you’d bet money he had the biggest smug expression imaginable.

hakari always loved your tempo, it wasn’t too fast or too slow. it was just right.

he’s nearly out of breath himself, but he keeps composure. unlike you, you were just about ready to burst. the entire angle of it all too, he reached so deep. his rounded tip lightly thrashed against your cunt each bounce you made. you rode him until this current point to where your knees were just about going limp. not so much your knees but the entirety of your cute thighs.

he likes to trail a finger down the outline of your back while you ride him. with this view, he enjoys this glimpse — your tense back muscles lightly moving in the same motion of your thrusts against him. with a sly lip bite, he drags a hand between your legs again.

“come on girl, don’t hide those moans from me.” he’d purr against your ear, and he consciously makes you slow down with an arm wrapping around your waist. hakari’s body heat that radiated on you made you ten times more coddled up in your own warmth. with his fat tip brushing against your g-spot, you whimpered before feeling a sudden gush.

he was stuffed deep into your cunt, and the moment you squirt it was so lewd. a salacious experience everything, it was a lot. you were ten times more embarrassed now, feeling yourself dampen him even more with your slick arousal.

“k-kari,” you’d huff out, and the sensation was indescribable. he pauses for a moment before nipping against at your neck. “oh my godddd.”

“such a messy girl i got here,” he’d whisper in a husky voice — two lengthy fingers going straight towards your slit. with his dick still hidden inside of your folds, he pulls out and watches the mess pour right onto him. “good girl,” he huffs out, watching your entire body tremble as a response. the orgasm made you swallow thickly, yet you craved more. hakari skims his fingers on the outside part of your pussy before spreading it open with a sly smile. “a bit too messy though. should make ya clean my lap up with that pretty tongue of yours.”

[mrsnancywheeler]

andante, andante // finnick odair x f. reader

masterlist

3.3k words

request: could you write a oneshot where finnick and reader have always had a flirty relationship. the reader got taken and tortured by snow during the quarter quell, and she was brought to thirteen and when finnick sees her lots of fluff (and maybe smut?) ensues. i love your work, happy 700 followers!

warnings: smut, lots of it, there's some angst in the beginning Captiol related, confessions of feelings, hurt/comfort in the beginning, pnv, some degredation, teasing, use of good girl, unprotected sex, no use of y/n, unedited

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There was no energy left, not a single part of your body had any form of passion left. Long ago you'd grown immune to the effects that Peeta and Johanna's screams had once had on you, probably once the starvation and dehydration had kicked in. Not to mention when you were trying to fight off the rats you could swear where in your pitch black cell, sometimes you'd swear you saw other creatures as well, but you tried to tell yourself it was hallucinations.

So when the team from District 13 came to rescue you all, you desperately willed the energy to return. You couldn't see him like this, Finnick. Technically you were just friends, but your relationship hinged on the flirtatious, playful banter which you didn't know if you had anymore. You hadn't spoken in a while, maybe you wouldn't even recognize your voice, it's not like the Capitol had much information they could get out of you. No one had thought to inform you of the rebel plan, for a while part of you was terrified that Snow would just have you killed for not knowing anything, but you were kept alive.

You'd had endless time to spend, when you weren't hearing or seeing things in your hazy state, to think about Finnick. How you weren't sure if he felt the same way about you that you'd felt about him for years, but should've said something before all this. Wishing that before you surely died in the Capitol he would know you had always cared for him, loved him from afar. You'd rather die with your love unrequited, but known. Yet now you'd see him again and you hoped if there was a chance he had feelings for you that you were half the woman you once were.

Of course, once all the fluids the medics were pumping you full of had taken effect you'd probably feel some of the spirit you'd had return. The universe seemed to look down on you because the first feeling you did feel in full force was anxiety about Finnick. You'd heard whispers of his names from guards so you knew he wasn't dead, but hadn't a clue how he actually was. Maybe you'd made up the voices of the guards and he actually was dead, what a cruel fate that would be, but with the way your life seemed to pan out it wouldn't have shocked you. Although if he was alive it condemned you to living the rest of your life in silent adoration, but he was the only person you would ever do that for.

When you entered the District 13 base on that medical bed the next full force feeling hit, overstimulation. The only noise you had been used to in weeks were the cries of Peeta and Johanna which you'd learned to tune out regardless of how loud, and the occasional order from a guard or a whisper. The flurry of doctors ready to fully assess injuries, people standing around full of questions, all the chatter and noise had your hands flying up to cover your ears. It was too bright, too loud, the bed was rickety in the floors little bumps, and you actually longed to be back in the familiarity of the cell.

“Hey, you're okay, honey." A much softer voice, much closer, warms ringer delicately brushing the hands covering your ears. Finnick. Your eyes snapped open as you slowly observed him.

“Finnick?" Your voice was much quieter, scratchier than you'd remembered it, but he seemed to hear you just fine. His kind smile blessing you as he slowly nodded, the next emotion was relief. You hadn't cried in a while, no water to allow yourself, but the fluids must have been working miracles because you felt like there was a flood about to break through your tear ducts. “You're real right?"

His hand landed more firmly on yours, assuring you with his very real body heat. “I'm real, I'm right here with you." Slowly you moved your hands from your ears, forcing yourself to take deep breaths to handle the noise. He looked like he was going to cry, “God, I'm so glad you're okay!" Finnick's warm embrace surrounded you and it made you want to melt into him forever. “They kept sedating me because I was so worried about you."

It confused you, to hear him talking about worrying about you with so much passion, of course he'd consumed your every thought, but you'd doubted you would've been on his. “Oh, come on, you would've found someone else to banter with, Finn." The first laugh you'd had in so long forced itself out.

“Good thing that the only person I want to banter with is you, and here you are, pretty face and all."

There was a pause before your voice came out again, delicate like a flower petal floating on the waters. "I missed you.” It came out sounding more vulnerable then you'd intended, maybe even too fond and he'd pulled his arms away. Before you could retreat though you were shocked when his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft, and spoke a thousand words you could only ever wish to translate.

When he pulled away you could only stare at him stunned, he'd felt the same way you'd felt all along. “I'm sorry, I-" Before he could finish you pulled his face back in, kissing him, it was addictive, you could drown in his lips. “You know, it's rude to interrupt." He muttered out before kissing you again.

“Sorry." You weren't, there was no time to be when it was like you living in a dream. Maybe this was a dream, maybe you were back in the Capitol and had officially lost it, but the heat of his touch was too real for you to believe that.

“I've loved you for so long." Finnick's hand cupped your face which must have been burning up.

“Me too, I didn't think you'd ever even noticed me that way."

“How could I not have noticed my pretty, sweet girl that way?" His smile was so perfect it made you feel like you were floating. The doctors insisted on doing an official check up on you which Finnick stuck by you diligently for. Fluids and food was all you really needed besides further psychological evaluation, but there wasn't much time for that when apparently Peeta was turning out to be the biggest problem imaginable.

Finnick had sat by your hospital bed, slowly feeding you a soup that felt like the best thing you'd ever eaten with all the time you'd gone without a scrap. He filled you in on life in District 13, how much protocol there was, but it would be worth it to end all of this so you could be together. Apparently he'd been assigned his own compartment which he rarely used when the breakdowns hit, so he'd spent nearly every night sedated in the hospital wing.

Eventually the doctors agreed to let you take a shower, you'd still be sequestered to the hospital wing, but you were grateful for the chance to finally be clean. You could sense that Finnick hated that you would be out of his sight again, like the moment you walked away he would realize this was all a dream he was having that had slipped away under the cover of night. “Do you wanna come with?" You whispered to him as the medic on the other side took the IV out of your arm, “Somebody's gonna have to show me the way there."

“Can I?" He whispered back and hurt you to know that he'd been this hurt over you, that you'd both gone so long without a confession to the other.

You nodded slowly as you pressed a quick kiss on his lips and he smiled, maybe this wasn't a dream after all. Finnick guided you through the drab underground of District 13. It was stuffy, but you were overtaken by giddiness. The Finnick Odair was holding your hand, the Finnick Odair had meant every flirty comment he'd made, Finnick Odair loved you back, Finnick Odair wasn't just a dream you could never have, Finnick was here, Finnick was yours. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. And the final petal had determined he loved you.

He turned the water on for you and Finnick respectfully turned around so you could undress and get inside of it. Your heart swelled to think he missed you so much he would be content to just sit outside, to feel your presence in the room. The feeling of the water hitting your skin was a relief, to feel the grime being washed away. It was lonely though, to think of him patiently waiting for you, how long he's waited to know you were safe, how long he'd waited for you to confess. “Are you gonna make me be alone in here?” You cringed at the way no matter how quiet your voice was it seemed to echo.

You'd hid behind the curtain, so you didn't have to confront the question. Maybe he didn't want to, but you'd also thought he just wanted to flirt as friends. The curtain swept to the side as he peeked his handsome face in, eyes glued to your face. "Not if you need my help, honey.” You would've sworn the way he said those endearments always made butterflies flutter in your stomach, even if it was something you'd felt guilty about when he initially began using it.

The hot water should have relaxed your muscles, but staring at his perfect, handsome face was making you feel a similar sensation that you despised. Whether he knew it or not, the sound of his voice, the things he'd say, and that smile of his all did unimaginable things to you. Things you'd felt guilty for when the fantasies flashed in your mind. He'd been your friend, so it must've been wrong to imagine him with his hands between your legs. Now though, he wasn't just your friend, and the feeling was back. “Maybe I do." It was embarrassing, but just being by his body would help you or maybe it would make the feeling worse, but you didn't care.

He grinned at you and disappeared for a few seconds before he'd opened the curtain again, slipping into the shower. “What do you need my help with, sweet girl?" Now you'd have to come up with something, you tried not to let your eyes trail over his body, he wasn't looking anywhere but your face. But it was hard when it felt like some tingling part of your body was now controlling your actions.

“Can you help me clean myself off?"

"Of course, honey.” He went to grab the shampoo bottle, eyes never ducking down. Part of you wanted him too though, so that this felt less like a dirty fantasy.

"You can look at me, you know? I won't bite, unless asked, promise.” You tried to sound like it was playful, soft and he laughed.

"Yeah, sorry, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable either." You reassured, “I'm not making you uncomfortable though, am I? If I am-" One of his hands grabbed yours making you pause.

“You're not making me uncomfortable either, you're okay." His sweet smile made you feel more than just like melting, you hoped the wetness pooling between your thighs wouldn't be noticeable in the water. Finnick softly turned you around to wash your hair, he was so particular, taking his time and the feeling of his breath on your neck, clever fingers in your hair. It was so calming, “This okay, honey?" You could only hum in approval as his hands moved so delicately across your scalp. Your brain so easily fell into an easy blissful state as you let his hands move your head with ease. He finished with your hair soon enough and was moving onto washing your body. You shuddered when he carefully pushed your hair off the back of your neck, “You sure you're okay?”

"Yeah.” It comes out more strained than you'd meant it to and you pray he's not put off by it, which he doesn't seem to be as his hands keep trailing downwards. He's soaped and rinsed you off, moving you with so much care that you wish you could absorb each second of it, but you're trying to leave the moment. If you let yourself think about it you're sure you'll give yourself away with the way you'd be responding to his touch. Then it's nearly impossible when he's washing your face, his hands seem like they were perfectly meant to hold your face and suddenly so do his lips when he's kissing you again. Instantly you're pulling him in closer, basically inhaling whatever he gives you. Then you're pausing when his hands start slipping down the small of your back.

Much to your chagrin he pulls away, pausing his hands descent, as he looks at you, “Are you okay with this?" He asks, his eyes speak depths on how much he cares. You nod trying to lean in again, but he leans back, “Need to hear you say it, sweet girl."

"Yes, Finn.” It's barely audible, but he rewards you by kissing you again. Fingers continuing their trail down your back, grazing over nerves that make you shiver. His hands finally land on your hips and you can barely breathe, but you won't let yourself pull away from his lips. They're too addictive and you're too scared you'll wake up to realize you never left the Capitol. And then his hands are slipping lower, your thighs pressing together.

His hands are slowly spreading your legs apart and you let them. Whimpering into his lips when his fingers start tracing over your pussy. His lips pull away and you whine more, even if it gives you a chance to gasp for air. “You're dripping, sweet girl, I haven't even done anything. I bet…” Finnick trails off and you gasp when the tips of two of his fingers are lightly pushing into you. You're instantly clenching around them and he's smirking. “Were you gonna tell me I was making you this dizzy?" You hum out something incoherent when his other fingers start rubbing you. “Seems like someone doesn't know how to use her words, sweet girl, I just have to look at her and understand how needy she is…” He kisses your neck, "Doesn't tell me she feels the same way about me, I have to do it.” Another kiss to another sensitive spot and you gave up on any idea of suppressing the wanton sounds you're making now. He was rubbing you faster now, “Someone's gonna have to teach you to use your words, like a good girl. Not today though."

"Finn-” You moaned out, head tilting back. "Need you, need you so bad. Need you inside me.” You clenched around the tips of his stationary fingers and he thrusted them upwards, the sound you let out was guttural with shock.

“You sure you can take me, sweet girl? Want me to split you open instead of helping you open?" He sounded condescending as he kept moving his fingers inside of you as you whined, before letting out another moan as he slipped a third finger in you.

“Don't care, Finn, don't care if it hurts, need you cock in me. Please, please, please.”

He slipped his fingers out and your eyebrows scrunched together as you whined, he was opening your mouth with his fingers soaked in your juices. “You're my pretty little cock slut aren't you? Gonna let me break you on my cock?" You sucked his fingers in confirmation, licking off your own juices and he smirked. “Did you fantasize about me? Were you not able to tell me how you felt because you were too busy making yourself dumb thinking about my cock?" You nodded, moaning as his other hands began making even more aggressive circles. His hand titled your head up, “If you want my cock, then you're gonna tell me what you thought about when you were fucking yourself stupid."

It was hard to form words when you wanted to do nothing but whine at the pleasure rushing through your body, "You, I thought about how much I wanted you-” Your head fell back when his circles got rougher and then was forcing your head back up, "Wanted you inside of me, touched myself thinking about, oh my god, Finn, please I can't it's too much, wanna cum when you're inside me.”

He was quiet for a second before sighing, “When you beg like that how am I supposed to refuse you anything? Just because my sweet girl just got back to me and must be being so brave, using her words like that. But you're not getting out of it next time, honey." Finnick removed his hand and you let out an involuntary whine.

"Thank you, Finn.” You said breathily as he finally lined himself up with your entrance. “Already so close."

“So needy." He clicked his tongue as he started pushing into you, you clawed into his back. “Jump." You obeyed and he hoisted you up, legs wrapping around his waist. Trying not to hit at his back when caused more of him to push in, but you couldn't stop yourself from the scream you let out when he carefully pushed your back against the shower wall and he bottomed out in you. “So tight, this pussy was made for me, feels so good." He groaned, “Can I move?"

“Please, you're so deep in me, feels so good. Wanna be yours, Finn, want you to do what you want with me." His face planted itself in between your neck and shoulder and you could feel him smiling into your skin.

“You're so sweet, honey." Then he was moving again and you were instantly crying out, “Everyone's gonna find us if you keep this up, know you're mine now." At your insistence he let himself be fast, pound in and out of you as you tightened around him.

Finnick moved a hand up to protect your head as he thrusted recklessly into you. It felt like an eternity of his perfect noises and seeing stars with each movement, you were so grateful that it was your cunt making him groan like that, that he wanted to be inside of you. “Oh my god, Finn, I'm gonna come."

“Good girl, come undone on my cock, sweet girl. Wanna look at your pretty face when you let go for me.” You could've sworn that you'd left the planet when he brought you past the edge. He must have felt it too because your ecstasy doubled when you felt him releasing inside of you, how full you were of him.

You don't know how long you stayed like that, listening to each other's breathing, but nothing had ever felt so perfect. “They're gonna wonder what happened to us." You eventually let out a breathy laugh and he nodded into your shoulder. He tapped your leg and you unhooked them from around his waist. Feet falling onto the cold tiles below.

“Good, I've got to make up for lost time." He kissed your forehead before finally pulling out of you and you hated how empty you felt without him. Finnick pressed his forehead against yours and you watched the steam from the water gather around him, “I should've told you sooner, if you hadn't been okay and here with me again, I don't know if I could've lived with myself knowing you never knew I loved you." And the way he kissed you sealed your fate, you would forever be making up for the times that neither of you confessed to how hopelessly you adored each other and you would relish every moment of it.

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thank you for reading! I'm going to try and get chapter two of the river out before I do the next request, working on scheduling these each out! if you enjoyed it feedback is always appreciated, comments, likes, reblogs, and my asks/requests are open! thank you again and love you all 💋

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[wriothesleysgf]

𖹭 ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹ cough syrup — wriothesley ₊ ◌ ۪ ࣪

ᝰ .ᐟ ꩜ fortress of meropide gets intense cold spells, but everything is bearable when you have a loving man to keep you warm. ⟢ [ f ! reader , sfw . ]

fall always came with a shift towards colder weather. the leaves began to brown and the sweet tunes of fontaine's songbirds were carried by gentle gales. then winter snuck up ever so unsuspectingly; divination experts and meteorologists alike began to predict snowfall, and the court's streets became bustling with those preparing for the upcoming holidays. you, however, were rarely privy to any of this.

such an infatuation with the lord of meropide meant that you spent a significant portion of your year in the ocean's depths. although you'd initially been terrified of the deep sea and what unknowns lurked there, wriothesley quelled your fears and managed to enlighten you as to the true beauty of life down here. whether it was watching the jellyfish float about or cheering on up and coming fighters in the pankration ring, the man truly managed to make you feel at home all the way down here.

the one thing that you'd never managed to get used to, however, was the damn cold. sure, you'd experienced the same transformation in weather when you were living in the overworld, but such a change was more intense down here. wriothesley was accustomed to it after all of his years in the fortress so it took him a second to realize why you opted to stay bundled up in the warm sheets of the bed that you shared.

"doll, is everything okay?" he asked, looking over at you as he picked out his shirt for the day— it would surprise some how many greyscale button ups he owned.

"mhm," you hummed, not wanting to worry the man before he headed off to deal with the necessary duties for the day. however, once he heard the small sneezes coming from you, he noticed what was most likely going on.

"you cold, baby?" he cooes, finding your small nod adorable. you were buried in the sheets at this point, with only your eyes peeking over the top of your pile of blankets.

wriothesley wasted not a moment in striding back over to you. he lifted the blankets and came directly to you, wrapping his large arms around your figure and pulling you into his broad chest. though many assume those with cryo visions tend to run on the chillier side, wriothesley's size and stature had him radiating a fair amount of heat at all times.

"you're freezing," he comments.

"'s so cold down here... i thought i'd get used to it but... clearly not."

he chuckles softly, walking back towards the bed. he shrugs off his coat and removes his boots before sitting down next to you. "come here, love," he pats his thighs.

you oblige, crawling into his lap. of course, the pile of blankets come with you. wriothesley finds it absolutely adorable. he fawned over you, ensuring that the blankets were positioned to perform at peak efficiency. he did debate running ti the infirmary to see if sigewinne had any hot water bottles that he could borrow, but couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone for a second.

"bless you, doll," he cooes as you sneeze once again. wriothesley reaches over to his waistcoat, retrieving a small hankerchief from his pocket. to be honest, it was rare that he needed to use it himself, rather keeping the object on him at all times should you ever require it. "why don't you try to sleep, sweetheart? i'm not going anywhere,"

"but what about-" you tried to protest, knowing he most likely has work that he needs to tend to.

however, before you could even finish, he cuts you off in one of the most caring tones that only few were privy to. "you're always my priority, princess. everything else can wait; i guess that's a perk of being the warden," he chuckles softly.

you decide to not protest, curling into wriothesley's lap and resting your head on him. it was quite easy to doze off with the combination of his hand against your hair and the lullaby of his heartbeat.

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[nova-amor]

𓈒∘☁︎ ◜ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ◞

𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩-𝐢𝐧-𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 [𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥], 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 —𝟐.𝟓𝐤

sunlight seeped into the bedroom through the slim crack of the curtains, coaxing you out from your deep slumber. your skin was hot and damp, sweat building on the skin behind your knees, between your thighs, and under your breasts. you propped yourself up on your elbow, peeling your skin off of toji’s as you rose out from the scalding warmth of the blanket and your boyfriend’s presence.

the cool floor beneath your feet was soothing, the chilling air raising much-needed goosebumps along your arms and legs. as much as you loved sleeping by toji’s side, you hated waking up every morning in a mixed puddle of his sweat and your own. regardless of how thin the blanket was or how low you set the air conditioner the night before, toji always seemed to burn at the temperature of the sun— which could be both a blessing and a curse depending on the situation.

your stomach growled as you slipped your legs through the holes of your panties, a reminder that last night’s dinner had been cut short as soon as toji had gotten home from work. you scooped up one of toji’s many shirts from off the bedroom floor, sliding your arms through the long sleeves of the button-up as you quietly made your way out of the bedroom. you had made sure to make your exit as quietly as possible, toji needed his sleep, especially after the numerous rounds of sex he had put you through the night before.

you caught one more glimpse of the sleeping man before you closed the door, a small smile forming on your lips at the sight. the blanket was loosely draped over toji’s hips, his head resting to the side— inky black hair falling over his forehead, thick muscles relaxed, and pink lips parted as a series of soft snores escaped him. he looked so innocent, so peaceful— a complete opposite to his usual rough and tough demeanor.

the rest of the apartment was cold as well, the shirt you donned barely providing you any warmth. you were almost desperate enough to crawl back into bed with toji, preferring to lay in your sweat than freeze to death in the apartment’s hallway.

you flicked the light on in the kitchen, the hum of the appliances buzzing in your ears as you made your way around the kitchen. you pulled out any breakfast essentials stocked in the fridge and pantry, the idea of making tamagoyaki, salted salmon, and rice porridge acting as your guide. you rarely had saw toji throughout the week given your busy schedules, which meant that you barely had a chance to spend time together, let alone have breakfast together. wanting to treat toji with a good-quality breakfast, you eagerly dived head-first into cooking up something for the two of you.

you tried to keep the clinking of pans and rustling through the fridge to a minimum, your actions cautious and mute. as you broiled the salted salmon in the oven and closed the oven door, you felt strong hands grip at the sides of your waist, tugging you back into the warm front of your boyfriend.

toji peered down at you, sleep still evident in his expression as he tucked your back flushed against his chest. you tilted your head back to look up at him, beaming at his sudden presence. his arms wrapped around your waist, a matching smile tugging at his lips.

“did i wake you? i tried to be quiet,” you explained to him, sinking further into his embrace. toji’s arms flexed around you, his bare muscles tensed as he held you tightly in his arms.

“no, but whatever you’re cooking did,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment at the affection. toji was never soft around anyone, rarely allowing himself to wear his heart on his sleeve. so, you embraced his love whenever it was displayed. “smells good in here, mama,”

toji’s head dipped down, his lips brushing against the outershell of your ear. the next few words he whispered into your ear made a shiver run down the length of your spine, nipples starting to harden through the thin fabric of the buttoned shirt as your pussy lips began to tingle.

“but, you smell better,”

it didn’t take much longer before toji had you folded over the kitchen countertop, the buttons of your shirt undone and lacy thong pulled to the side. he was kneeled down behind you, strong hands kneading and massaging at the soft globes of your ass. his face was buried into your cunt, nose flattened against your perineum as his tongue dived into your gummy walls.

you were a whimpering, blubbering mess— eyes squeezed shut and calves straining to maintain your position on the tips of your toes as toji pulled every fiber of pleasure out from your depths. he nuzzled his face into your cunt, a chuckle muffled between your folds as he lapped at your clit with the flat of his tongue.

“tojiii,” you whined his name, barely able to find a grip along the smooth surface of the counter. you felt your skin heat up as your stomach growled, embarrassment settling over you. “what about breakfast? i’m hungry.”

“and, i’m hungry for this pretty cunt, mama,” toji pulled away, landing a harsh smack to one of your cheeks. you almost buckled beneath your weight from the impact, another whimper escaping you as toji landed another hit to your ass.

“you gonna deny me of my breakfast, huh?” you shook your head, knowing well-enough not to deny toji from he wanted. “didn’t think so. so, whatever you were makin’ can wait for now, baby; let me finish eatin’ first. this pussy’s so much better than breakfast anyway.”

toji continued to lick away at your cunt, your arousal staining his mouth and chin with a thin gloss before dripping down to the puddle forming on the tiled floor. he smothered his face in your essence, groaning at the musky flavor of your arousal as he rolled his tongue in loose circles around your clit. he hummed in delight when he thrusted his tongue into your tight hole, squishy walls barely able to clench around the muscle as he dares his tongue in and out too quick for your liking.

toji was an expert in many things, his ego growing larger when he was successful in completing a task. whatever he set his mind to, he could do it right the first time around. and, one of those things was ripping an orgasm out from you with just the flick of his tongue.

your body quivered against toji’s tongue, a series of moans and chants of his name ripping through you as your orgasm washed over you. it felt like an out-of-body experience as toji suckled hard on your swollen clit— thighs trembling, knees buckling, and tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. you could barely even hear yourself, it was like you watching your orgasm tear through you from a third perspective.

“you good, mama?” toji teased, standing right back up behind you. he twisted your limp body around to face him, smirking at the sight of dried tears streaking down your cheeks. you couldn’t hold yourself up, your elbows propped up on the counter behind you for some semblance of supprt while toji’s hips pinned you against the kitchen cabinets.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good,” you breathed out, head lolling to the side as your eyes fluttered close. you could barely catch your breath. “just need a second,”

toji nodded, one of his hands finding its place on the hinge of your jaw. he leaned forward to pepper a series of pecks on your lips, his lips pillow soft and stained with the remnants of your release. he allowed you a few more seconds of peace before truly capturing your lips in a heated kiss, your head dipping back as he pried your mouth open with his tongue.

he explored every space within your mouth, tongue swirling and flicking against your own. you could still taste yourself on him, moaning at the familiar musky yet sweet flavor of your essence. while toji dominated your mouth, he tugged his pajama pants down to his thighs, aching cock pressing against your abdomen.

he flipped you around once again, bending you back over the edge of the kitchen counter. one of his hands pressed against the nape of your neck, holding you place as he rolled his hips behind you, his cock thrusting between the puffy folds of your cunt.

“you like that, mama? like it when i glide my cock against your wet pussy?” he teased you, his green eyes fixated on the sight of your entrance drooling arousal all over the head of his cock.

“yesyesyes— toji, pleasee,” you mewled, back arching deeper as your hips chased after him. toji’s cock poked at the tight entrance of your cunt before slipping out, your hole aching to be stretched and filled by his familiar girth. “need it s’ bad, need ya t’ rail me, pleasee.”

toji chuckled, “need me t’ rail you, huh? such a needy girl,” toji’s cock pushed past the tight ring of your cunt, a groan slipping from you as he stretched your walls around his width. regardles of how many times he had fucked you or how long he spent prepping you, there was no possible way you could ever become familiar with the thickness of toji’s cock. “that’s my girl… my good fuckin’ girl, oh fuck—”

he almost choked as your hips began to roll against him, your body unable to resist to urge to bounce on his cock. your ass wiggled as you fucked yourself on him, guttural groans and whispers of praise leaving toji’s lips as he watched you openly use him for your own pleasure. he was mesmerized by the sight.

“fuck, mama, you’re so fucking tight,” he strained through his teeth, the dull edges of his nails sinking into the flesh of your ass cheeks as he guided your hips along. he couldn’t help the series of rambles he let out as he watched your cunt swallow up his cock before spitting him right back out.

“love fuckin’ ya first thing in the morning, havin’ ya as my breakfast,” he praised, his hands moving up to cross over the nape of your neck. his fingers pressed into your levator scaps, holding you place as he rutted his hips into you. “feels so good, mama, perfect pussy squeezin’ the life out of me. just can’t help it if i fuck you… a little… harder.”

toji’s cock began to pound into you, carving its curve and width into your tight, gummy walls. beads of drool seeped from the corner of your mouth as he fucked into you faster, the ridges of his cock molding into your walls as the head of his cock smacked against your cervix. your breath hitched, having complete gone silent from how hard he was fucking you.

“c’mon, mama, let me hear them pretty moans. moan for me,” he ordered in between thrusts, speaking through gritted teeth. his abs were clenched, stomach inhaled as he felt his orgasm began to grow within him— his tight balls slapping against your swollen clit. “let me hear how good i’m makin’ you feel, baby. come— fuckin’— on.”

your brain was fried, incoherent sentences rolling off your tongue as you struggled to locate any words amongst the mushy puddle that was your mind. pornographic moans and whimpers filled the air, the wet squelching sound of your cunt bouncing off toji’s cock echoing off the walls.

“fucckk, toji, s’ good, so good so good— g’na cum— g’na cumm,” you moaned, pussy fluttering around toji as he nudged against your g-spot. “need t’ cum on your cock, pleaseee…”

a sly smile made its way onto toji’s lips, his cock stilling within you. his large hands found yours, tucking your arms behind your back and forcing you up off the counter, your back nearly flushed against his chest. he kept your arms pinned behind you with one hand while his other hand gripped at your breast, rolling you hardened nipple between his rough fingers.

“‘s that right, mama? can feel ya clenchin’ around my cock,” he spoke into your ear, his hips rolling back into its quick and sharp pace. “want ya t’ cream all over this cock, baby. want me t’ cum with ya? want me t’ fill this cunt to the brim with my seed? g’na dump my fuckin’ load and fuck it into ya. g’na make you a real mama, baby, wanna see this belly get round with my seed.”

every word toji spoke into your ear made your pussy clench harder around, squeezing every inch of his cock as he bullied your g-spot. his thrusts grew fast, sloppy and frenzied as he threw you over the edge of your orgasm.

“toji toji tojiii,” you chanted his name like a prayer, too far gone to care about how loud and obnoxious you probably sounded. your thighs trembled against him and head spinning as your second orgasm rolled over you. you swore you could see the pearly white gates of heaven from how good he was fucking you through your orgasm. “cum in me, pleaseeee— need ya t’ fill me up— wanna have your babies, toji, pleeaseee,”

without hesitation, toji spilled his load into you like he had promised. a primal growl resonated from deep within him as he tightened his grip on your forearms, his hips remaining pressed harshly up against your ass, his cum oozing out from the sides and spilling onto your inner thighs.

“fucck, baby,” toji rasped out as he peeled his cock out from your warm walls, his cock covered in a thin white layer of your combined cum. “didn’t hurt ya, did i?”

you shook your head, settling down on the ground from how little you were able to support yourself on your own two feet. toji looked down at you, his expression softened as he handed you a small kitchen towel to clean yourself off with.

“n-no, i’m all good,” you looked up at him, aimlessly cleaning yourself up. toji’s cock hardened once more at the sight of you on your knees— lips bruised, eyes wide and blown-out, and skin glistening with sweat.

“toji, your dick is still hard— wanna help you with that, okay?” you whispered to him, tossing the kitchen towel off to the side as you shuffled closer to him while on your knees. you pawed at the base of his shaft, twisting your wrist as you began to stroke him. your other hand fondled his tightening balls, massaging the delicate skin with a feather-light touch. “want ya t’ fuck my mouth, okay? need it so bad.” you were truly hypnotized by toji’s erection, his stroke game so good that it put you in a trance.

“mama, i thought you were hungry.” he watched with eager eyes as you took him into your mouth, greedy tongue cleaning off any white beads of his cum and yours on his length. your cheeks hollowed, tongue pressed to the underside of his cock before retracting his shaft from your mouth with a loud, wet ‘pop’.

“not anymore,” you murmured, staring up at him with glossy eyes. he wanted to take a picture of you— your fingers barely able to wrap around his size as you pumped, your lips parted deliciously with the semi-translucent stains of saliva and cum. “rather have this cock for breakfast.”

[lichilly]

"Hello there, friend."

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀🌞⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

I've been playing around with the idea of Jack being the leader of the Cloudy Town cult!

The town is very picturesque and vibrant, with colorful houses, well-kept gardens, and friendly residents. The streets are always clean, and theres a perpetual atmosphere of celebration!

The Sun is revered as a life-giving deity, and to maintain the sun’s favor, periodic sacrifices are made—animals, and in most extreme cases, humans. The symbol of the Sun is a recurring motif in Cloudy Town. found on buildings, clothes, decorations, and just about everything!

Jack is a very well-loved and respected figure in Cloudy Town. He has a special connection to the Sun, often leading prayers, festivals, sacrifices, and much more!

Every morning at sunrise, Jack and the townspeople gather in the central plaza to perform a morning prayer and chant, welcoming the Sun's rise. This helps show their gratitude for the Sun's light and warmth, reinforcing their devotion while also bringing the community together in unity. At sunset, they will gather in the plaza again to pray for the Sun's return, expressing hope and trust in the Sun's cyclical nature, while also strengthening faith.

Once a month, Jack will lead a blessing ceremony, where he anoints participants with a mixture of sunflower oil and herbs under the noon sun. This purifies and bless those in need, ensuring good health and fertility.

Summer Solstice is a beloved celebration for the townsfolk. A special prayer is said at sunrise, kicking off the day with positive energy and high sprits for the special day to come. A grand feast is held at high noon, featuring grilled vegtables, fruits, and meats cooked over open flames to honor the Sun. Dishes are often infused with citrus falvors and herbs lke basil and thyme. Sun-shaped breads and cakes decorated with yellow and orange fruits are served as well, courtesy of Rory's bakery.

The kids of Cloudy Town are welcomed to join in activites like creating sun-inspired crafts and decorations. Sun masks are especially popular, created out of paper plates and decorated with markers and paint to look like the Sun.

As sunset during Summer Solstice, the townsfolk parktake in a fire dance around a large bonfire. Music is played, consiting of joyful singing and instruments. At the end of the fire dance, families will bring offerings such as wreaths, floral arrangments, and sun symbols and throw them in the fire. The smoke that billows from the bonfire will carry the offerings up the sky for the Sun to recieve.

Instead of clown costumes, the people in Cloudy Town wear lightweight, breathable fabrics like dresses, blouses, skirts, and tunics with loose-fitting trousers or shorts, which are more suitable for the sunny weather. The clothes are decorated in sun motifs, often embroidered with yellow stiching that creates beautiful sun rays and abstract swirls across the fabric. Everyone wears a sun pendant around their neck, and are often used during prayers to help feel more connected to the Sun.

In the image above you can see Jack wearing his ritual clothes—a long golden robe with a sun pendant clasping it all together. During rituals, everyone involved wears a sun-themed mask. Special rituals are held at the hidden Sun Temple in the woods by Cloudy Town and are either held at sunrise or sunset. These rituals are usually where human sacrifices are made.

The MC is on a roadtrip with their friends Shaun, Nick, and boyfriend Ian, when their van breaks down a mile or two away from Cloudy Town. With no other option and no cell service, they start to walk in search of a nearby town. After hours of walking, they stumble across Cloudy Town and are quickly welcomed with open arms and warm smiles. The group found the town eerie, far too perfect and welcoming, and is set on leaving as soon as they can. Jack assures the group that he'll get their van fixed promptly and invites them to stay in town for the night. Upon accepting his offer, Jack quickly takes a warm liking to the MC, often making subtle, flatttering remarks about the MC's radiant energy, comparing it to the Sun's radiance.

There still a lot I'm thinking over when it comes to this AU! Some of this info may change with time, but this is the main brain dumb I'm mulling over. I hope you enjoy it!

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀🌞⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

BLOOD VER. UNDER CUT

[dollveis]

𔓘۫ ⊹ 𓈒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 , 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬⭒͡ ۫

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who is the best spiker of jackson's female volleyball team, her characteristic play style being aggressive and strong, her spikes being a challenge to block and recieve.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who for some reason is lately distracted during practices earning some scolds from the trainer, "williams where is your mind? travelling to paris or here? we have an important match coming next week, we need you here".

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who is distracted because of you, the new pretty girl who is the water girl and she thinks she's soooo sly looking at you during practices, you would never notice (you can obviously see and feel her green eyes glued to your figure).

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who was even distracted against the wolves team, one of their biggest competitors, her stare on you instead of the ball and said ball landing brutally on her face forcing her to sit on the bench because of her nosebleed.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who says "can you give me some water?" for the fourth time in a row just to get a bit of your attention because she has no idea of how to have a fluent conversation with you, making her feel pathetic.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who stops breathing for a moment when she hears your voice talking directly to her for the first time, "is your face . . . okay?" god your voice even sounded worried for her, was she dreaming?, "it's fine," she lied through her teeth before mumbling, "it hurts like hell," making you giggle while offering her another cold bottle of water, "for your pretty face," you softly smiled at her and suddenly it felt like a bruise wasn't forming in her face anymore.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie whose team loses the match against the wolves because she had to stay on the bench for the rest of the match and she doesn't even care because she got to talk to you more than to ask you for water and she feels like god blessed her, that means she can talk to you more now?

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who has the biggest crush on you and can't stop thinking about you, sometimes her thoughts travelling to places they shouldn't and with that her hands travelling down her body and her voice breaking calling out your name.

๘♡ಎ volleyball player!ellie who is actually a loser, especially for you and your sweet smile, who would say that scary and cocky volleyball player could be such an awkward loser for a pretty girl?

[hyshonor]

Haiii, first i think your super cool omg!!!, and may l please request a Shark Sorbet Cookie from CRK graphics / icons & thank you if you accept :)

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[kokomos]

LUKE CASTELLAN'S GF   ˖  ࣭ ⭑ ݁  𓈒  ☽

— ♆    aka. THE DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON

 ⊱ ···· mercurial even on her finest days; her mood changes like the tide. never been seen not brandishing the gold trident necklace luke gifted her, a token of his adoration given years prior to the debut of their relationship. constantly brags about being a child of the big three, still makes her favorite son of hermes pick up the slack when she gets lazy or bored. keeps the other campers in check, keeps her boyfriend in check. well-respected, yet seldom well-received. her resting face always left sulky despite whatever frame of mind she's currently possessing. features soften up as soon as she catches sight of her favorite person—percy, that is. plays the role of big sister like no other; perfect to pair with the camp's honorary big brother. apathetic yet perplexingly emotional, an intricate and fragile coexistence. holds a grudge like no other. treats campers with more kindness the younger they are; preferring the innocence of youth over the poignancy of adulthood. sparingly embraces her playful side and only does so, on occasion, around those she trusts most. takes notice of the little things, a mixed blessing of sorts. loves with a tenderness and compassion that rivals even the most cunning children of aphrodite—or at least that's what her boyfriend says.

ᡣ𐭩   with love , honey