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[Log: October 10th. Canines.]

Werewolf!Reader x Wriothesley. The full moon shares its pale light. Your fur gleams. He lays pinned underneath you. A leash rests in your claws.

[Log: October 20th. Warmth Ensnared.]

Reader x Yandere!Selkie!Neuvillette. The heavens weep. An enamoured lover stares from the ocean depths. He sheds his skin. Anything to be with you.

[Log: October 30th. Indulgence.]

Incubus!Reader x Priest!Kaveh x Incubus!Alhaitham. An altar under a stained glass window. The confessional is empty. The priest listens to the sins of the congregation; but who hears his?

[Log: October 31st? Run 4 - In Progress.]

Shapeshifter!Reader x Android!Wanderer. Jealousy courses through his circuitry as he watches from beyond the veil. The timeline is skewed. Would he finally be yours alone?

[> Head back to the main hotel.]

[yaekiss]

𓆩 Genshin Impact 𓆪

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟎: 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

꩜ Aether Musings: ⟡ Childish Squabbles [SFW] ⟡ Babygirls?! ⟡ Albedo is Not Beating the Hamster Allegations [Aebedo] [SFW] ⟡ Blondie Caught On Cam! ⟡ Hush Hush ⟡ Hello, my cherished starlight! [Yandere] Rambles: ⟡ Babygirliest babygirl ⟡ "I'm stuck!" ⟡ Housewife Aether ⟡ Yan!Camboy!Aether [Yandere]

꩜ Lumine Musings: ⟡ Childish Squabbles [SFW]

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟑: 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓

Musings: ⟡ Babygirls?! ⟡ Hot New Ride? ⟡ Run 4 - In Progress. [Yandere]

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟐𝟏𝟏: 𝑨𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎

Musings: ⟡ Reply for: My springtime sublimity, [Yandere] ⟡ Indulgence.

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟑𝟐𝟔: 𝑲. 𝑨𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒐

Musings: ⟡ Messy Rambles: ⟡ Cuddlefucking Ayato

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟒𝟏𝟕: 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐

Musings: ⟡ Babygirls?! Rambles: ⟡ Size kink Xiao

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟒𝟑𝟎: 𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄 𝑹.

Musings: ⟡ Babygirls?! ⟡ Bloodied Fangs

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟔𝟐𝟑: 𝑪𝒚𝒏𝒐

Musings: ⟡ 2+1 ⟡ Reply to my dearest bunny. [Yandere] Rambles: ⟡ Cyno sitting on your face and eating him out

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟎𝟗: 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉

Musings: ⟡ Babygirls?! ⟡ The Worm Question [SFW] ⟡ Bloodied Fangs ⟡ Indulgence. ⟡ Much Needed Relaxation Rambles: ⟡ Bunnyboy Kaveh [SFW]

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟐𝟎: 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒂

Musings: ⟡ Foreign [Yandere] ⟡ Bloodied Fangs ⟡ To my highest divinity, my owner, [Yandere] Rambles: ⟡ Sticking your fingers in his mouth ⟡ Thoughts on yan!Tartaglia [Yandere] [Gore] ⟡ Tramp stamp [Yandere] [Gore]

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟐𝟒: 𝑺. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒐𝒖

Musings: ⟡ Hot New Ride?

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟎𝟐𝟗: 𝑲. 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂

Musings: ⟡ Hot New Ride?

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟏𝟐𝟑: 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

Musings: ⟡ Canines.

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟏𝟑𝟎: 𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒂 𝑨.

Musings: ⟡ Hugs and kisses [SFW] ⟡ Addressed to my one and only, [Yandere] ⟡ Reciprocated [Yandere] ⟡ To the sun that lights my days, [Yandere]

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟐𝟏𝟖: 𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

Musings: ⟡ Warmth Ensnared. [Yandere] ⟡ From Beneath The Depths

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟐𝟐𝟑: 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒐

Musings: ⟡ Albedo is Not Beating the Hamster Allegations [Aebedo] [SFW] ⟡ Replying to: My beloved constant. [Yandere]

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟐𝟐𝟗: 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊

Musings: ⟡ Needy ⟡ 2+1 ⟡ My dearest lotus, [Yandere]

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟐𝟑𝟏: 𝒁𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊

Musings: ⟡ Babygirls?! ⟡ In correspondence to my heavenly pearl, [Yandere] Rambles: ⟡ Old Dragons Play Minecraft [SFW] ⟡ Zhongli eggs.

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[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ PIECE OF ART. ✧ KENJI S.

✰ — you and kenji being at the museum for plot reasons, kenji being sweet, pure fluff, might be ooc kenji, not much proof-read.

tagging : @xxladyballadxx @jinwoosungs @madeimoisellesoleil 💕

— ✩ m. list.

. dividers by @/strangergraphics 📜 !!

A LIGHT grin is present upon your features, further observing the scattered paper arts close by— passing it in an unhurried pace. Dressed ever so casually, to say the least, yet perfectly fitting to the current location you were in. A sight to behold that still manages to go unnoticed within the sea of people.

It is just the beginning of the eventide, and the museum still continues to open and welcome new visitors as always. Your sole figure remains there, blending in with the several other people with dexterity.

The romantic time of the day, some may say. The mere location itself has given it away fully.

Due to the amount of passing minutes that you've been inside, you started to feel quite chilly all over— causing yourself to mentally curse for not bringing a coat along with you, blaming yourself for your small mistake.

It doesn't take long for you to endure with a slight shiver, when a certain someone suddenly covers your form up with a rather sizeable coat; warming you up almost instantly without fail.

Admittedly, you got startled from the gesture and the sudden appearance, before deciding to turn around to face the said person.

And of course, it didn't take long for you to be able to fully register upon the familiar sight altogether— eyes instantly widening with a beaming smile.

"Ken, you actually came!" Without wasting any second of hesitation, you pulled him into an embrace— burying your face onto his chest with pure joy.

"Mmhm," Kenji hums, adding more to his words further with an equally happy expression, along with a mellow tone. "Of course I do."

He gradually encircles his arms around you, returning the embrace with equal fervor. Lowering his head ever so slightly, he silently allows you to burrow your face further against his chest for the time being— relishing within one another's mere presence.

Everything about him screams security, allowing yourself to drown into him without any worries; starting to feel more addicted as if he's some sort of a drug that made you hold onto life itself.

He's a famous person that is loved by many, and you're almost.. Nothing, like him. It's what keeps you questioning sometimes, and the way you're able to establish a rather special connection with him.

The difference between you two is like day and night itself; one that is vast and perceptible. Yet if only you knew— that Kenji never once is bothered by any of those existing statuses, not even the slightest. He appreciates you for being who you truly are.

"I figured that you'd be quite busy. I mean, I understand if you're unable to stop by earlier, y'know."

"Hey, don't worry about it." Just like that— he's able to dispel the existing anxiousness within you effortlessly so, still keeping his hold around you with just the right amount of force; not too assertive, and it just felt right.

"I'll always make time for you, my love."

His simple response made you beam in delight; noting the truth of his words alone.

No one is around the area that you both are in, does it-? It's as if nothing much mattered at this present moment, shielding yourselves with the makeshift reality that you both have unconsciously created— lost within your own little world without a care.

The stillness around the both of you, except for the occasional breathing sounds, makes the moment special somehow. You could clearly feel the heat radiating off from him and his coat alone; his warm breath brushes past your ear.

"Feeling any better now?"

"Yeah," you nodded with a grateful smile of your own. "Thank you, Ken."

Has he ever told you on how much he loves it whenever you call him Ken? It just hits different whenever you call him like that. He would lose his damn mind if he wants to.

"I appreciate you a whole lot," you added. "You don't usually go to places like this, that is."

"I just can't help myself but to come and see you.." A velvety chuckle slips past through his lips— planting a small kiss upon your forehead before gently pushing you away for a bit, just so that he could gaze at you.

"Honestly, I just— yeah, I missed you, a lot. I know I've been busy lately, but still.."

Kenji is speaking nothing short of pure honesty lacing his words. He misses the feeling of your frame against his own; letting his thumb tracing the contours of your face with such delicacy— every detail of your features none left untouched.

"What if I told you that I feel the same way too?" A cliche answer, but it works every single time.

Your gaze now darted towards the large painting ahead, which ostensively have shown a pair of lovers— holding onto one another as the life of the other gradually withers away.

He simply chuckled over your statement, immediately taking notice of the shift of your gaze; following your line of sight after.

"The painting looks a bit depressing, to say the least," he remarks, paying close attention about what the artist is trying to convey through the art.

"Yeah." You approached closer to the aforementioned painting, and the coat— his coat, still settled snuggly around your figure, trying your best to discern the details as well.

"I wonder what goes through the artists' mind while making this."

Kenji now stood beside you; the height difference very much noticeable. His eyes seemed to be observing it in every angle possible as well, placing his chin atop of your head from behind— no longer standing beside you.

"I'm curious about it too."

"Maybe it was meant to portray, you know— some tragedy?"

"Well, that definitely worked." He agreed along with your words, accompanied with a quick nod.

When he's sure that you're not looking at anywhere else but the painting alone, Kenji took the opportunity to glance down at you, secretly— or not-so-secretly, admiring the way his coat hangs around you almost loosely; yet fittingly so. You looked so beautiful to him like this, and he didn't dare to let his mind wander too far.

At this point, you didn't have to bring him along to the museum to see the arts, when you are the whole art itself.

A precious piece of art that he would love to keep with him for as long as he's breathing— if you would let him.

Every single part of you screams divine perfection to him. The way your eyes would light up whenever you see anything that interests you, or the way you would bite your lip in pure concentration unknowingly.

The way you speak, and the way you walk— God, don't get him started on the way he would always, successfully so, getting any sort of reaction out of you. The list is endless, and it felt like a personal reward, one that he's not-so-willingly share with anyone else.

No one can truly blame him for doing so, honestly. Kenji couldn't help it— he cherishes you so much that it almost hurts so good. Not out of obsession, but damn, that man loves you a little too much.

Nevertheless, nothing is truly too much for him to love you just the way you are.

Yet rightfully so, you never minded even the slightest. Kenji could never get enough of you; his love for you is always, and somehow, endless.

You smiled lovingly underneath his soft gaze, rubbing his own arm that's currently encircling around you so tenderly. You know that stare, but you just didn't want to point it out and simply wanted to relish within that feeling.

The people might see him as the arrogant, boastful person in the public eye— a mere facade that he puts up every so often when it deems necessary. But he acts so differently whenever he's around you, daring himself to let his walls down and be completely vulnerable with you.

With you, he has nothing to hide, shamelessly showing and proving his devotion to you alone; showing you a side that only you get the privilege of seeing it.

Kenji Sato will never cease to treasure you.

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how the brothers and datables reacting to mc who giggles and blushes when reading romance books I Solomon & Simeon

Request from @dionyjoons: Hello, I was wondering if you could do the brothers (and maybe solomon and simeon) reacting to mc who keeps giggling and blushing when reading romance books please :)

AN: Hello!! This may or may not be the last of this part. If you guys want one of Dia and Barbs, feel free to comment down bellow <3 I've also started a Ko-fi account if you guys wanted to send commissions or just support me a bit. As always more works are coming soon :> Bye luvs~~ Requested by: @katsukistrustychurchshoos

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Solomon

He was in the middle of practicing his spells when he heard it. He looked behind him towards the source of the sound and found you sprawled out on the couch, a book laying flat on your face with your fingers gripping it tightly as if trying to use it as a shield to cover yourself from the world. He used a spell and was able to easily lift it up, finally being able to see your face—quickly noticing a red hue enveloping it. 

Solomon would jokingly tease you at first, a sly smirk working its way to his lips. He doesn’t really mind though and actually likes it, taking pleasure in the short chance he hears your giggles. He’s not an idiot, he knows how you're reminded of him through the main character’s love interest. He finds everything about you interesting, and this just adds to the never-ending list of what makes you so fascinating. 

“Mind if I join you?” He asked, a book with what seemed to be mystical writings on the cover.

“Sure! I’ve got to warn you though, I’m a noisy reader” You say.

“That’s what I’m counting on” he replies, a loving look in his eyes.

Simeon

He was about to call you down to eat when he heard a sound through the partially open door of his room. Peeping in, he saw you reading in bed with a dumb smile on your face—giggles erupting from you every now and then. He opted to stay unnoticed for the time being…that was until you heard the door creek open. Your face became even redder if that was even possible.

Despite yourself thinking you sounded like a dolphin, Simeon thought it was heavenly—the melody quickly making his heart flutter when he heard it. He slid into bed, positioned himself behind you, and wrapped his arms around your frame. You felt him snuggle into your neck, the angel peeking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the pages. From then on, he would now frequently ask if he can join you in your little reading sessions. You rarely rejected him and is now a form of quality time for the two of you in your hectic schedules. After a busy day, Luke would typically find the both of you in Simeon’s room sleeping, tangled up in the sheets with a book close by.

“Just one more chapter please” you begged.

His hands gently lay on top of yours, closing the book for the day.

“As much as I would love that, you need to rest, My Dove. Tomorrow’s a new day, one in which I look forward to once again holding you here and listening to your little giggles” he whispered, planting a soft kiss to your temple as he proceeds to pull you in even closer.

[aphroditelovesu]

Ok, so In your response to my last spiel, you mentioned that Alexander will have a zero tolerance policy towards anything that may harm Reader and her the twins, including other wives.

It does make me wonder how Alexander would react to one of the wives (aka Roxanna 👀👀👀) trying to kill our girl. I keep picturing this scenario where it's a banquet, feast or some sort of get together with Alexander, Reader, Roxanna and maybe some of the generals. Long story short, Roxanna hands Reader a cup with a 'special' drink (ie she says promotes health, will help with the pregnancy etc). Reader, being as smart as she is, and knowing Roxanna's history, is automatically suspicious. To see if it's safe she either asks Alexander to 'taste' if for her or insists that Roxanna take the first sip. In either case, it results in Roxanna frantically slapping the cup out of Reader's hand before either she or her husband gets poisoned. At that point, everyone has noticed the commotion, and have realized that Roxanna has just tried to poison the Queen.

My question to you is this: what does Alexander do next? Lets assume reader is pregnant just to make thing extra spicy.

Since requests are open again, perhaps you could do it as a reaction blurb? I'll leave that up to you though. I'm just curious as to what you think would happen next.

Thanks, and hope you feel better ❤️!

--O-

❝ 📜— lady l: this was longer than I thought and I don't know if it's good, I liked it, but let me know your opinion, anon! Forgive me for any mistakes, love you! ❤️

❝tw: attempted murder, mention of poison, domestic violence (??), physical punishment and perhaps torture.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝ 📜word count: 1,246.

It was supposed to be a happy and fun dinner.

Needless to say, that's not what happened.

You were sitting next to Alexander, being shown off as his beloved Queen and heavily pregnant. Everyone was hoping for an male heir and was happy for you, everyone except Roxanna who looked at you as if she wanted to stab you or, in this case, stab you in the stomach.

That scared the shit out of you.

You were already familiar with her story, about what she had done to Stateira and Parysatis, and you were afraid that she might try to do something to you and the baby.

You wouldn't let anything happen, though. Although you weren't excited about the pregnancy news at first, you warmed up to the idea and began to look forward to holding your baby in your arms. And you'd be damned if you let anyone try to take that away from you.

''Are you alright?'' Alexander leaned over and whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled, it was still strange calling him your husband, but you were getting used to it.

You gave a weak nod to his question.

Alexander frowned and placed his hands on your swollen belly. It was just a few months until the birth and he was so excited. He did want an heir, but he couldn't help but want to have a girl.

A little princess to love and spoil.

''We need to start choosing names.'' He joked, trying to ease your obvious tension, although he didn't know what was making you tense. Yet.

''I already gave you some choices.''

Alexander grimaced, ''Yes, you did and they are all horrible. What kind of name is Augustus?''

You laughed loudly, attracting attention. Augustus, yes, you had given him that option as a joke. Obviously you weren't going to name your child after the first Roman emperor, but it was fun to play with your husband about historical things.

''It's just a common name where I come from.''

''Hm...'' He half-closed his eyes and you touched his face gently, caressing him. Alexander purred and leaned into your hand.

This earned you a look of compassion and a furious, jealous look from Roxanna. You didn't notice and neither did Alexander, both too busy in your affection for each other.

''I love you.'' He murmured, looking into your eyes intensely.

You smiled at him, ''I love you too.''

''Let's make a toast!'' Nearchus' amused voice sounded and everyone turned to the admiral.

''A toast?'' Cassander asked with a loud voice looking into his cup of wine.

Nearchus laughed loudly and slapped his friend on the back, ''Yes. In honor of our beloved Queen, (Y/N).''

Nearchus didn't notice Roxanna's withering look at him. But you did and the pure hatred you saw in those dark eyes gave you goosebumps.

You knew that look and you knew nothing good was coming.

Everyone raised their cups, even your husband's second wife. You were the only one drinking water, even Hephaestion was drinking wine, and he was loose and happy. And that made you happy, you liked him and he was one of his closest friends and you hated seeing how haggard he seemed lately.

''I dedicate this toast in the name of our beloved (Y/N). Our Queen, sometimes soldier and friend.'' Everyone laughed as they remembered what you had done in the Indian Campaign, ''And the child she carries in her womb. May it come healthy and, regardless of gender, we will love and protect this child. To (Y/N) and the baby!''

''To (Y/N) and the baby!'' Everyone repeated and drank the wine in your honor, you laughed, feeling loved and took a sip of water.

You took a piece of bread and bit into it, satisfying your hunger. Roxanna looked at you and smiled. She took a clay jug and poured the thick, dark liquid into a cup and handed it to you.

You raised your eyebrows in doubt as you picked up the cup.

''It's for you. My doctor told me that it helps with pregnancy and helps the health of the baby and the mother.'' Roxanna explained, biting into a piece of bread.

You mentally scoffed. She didn't think you were that stupid, did she? It was insulting that she thought she could poison you in such a blatant way.

You decided to act quickly, ''Why don't you take a sip first?''

She furrowed her dark eyebrows, ''Excuse me?''

''It's a custom among my people that the person who gave you a cup must taste it first.'' You explained, handing her the cup.

Roxanna looked at the cup in your hands with hatred.

''Take it'' You encouraged her, ''or is there some reason why you don't want to drink it?''

Alexander turned his eyes to you and Roxanna, before he could ask what was going on, Roxanna slapped your hand, making you drop the strange liquid on the table.

The noisy room fell silent in a matter of seconds as Alexander stood up from his chair and fixed his eyes on Roxanna.

''What do you think you're doing?'' Alexander's voice was so cold, so lethal that you stiffened. He ignored you, focusing entirely on his second wife.

Hephaestion, who was sitting on Alexander's left side, stood up and touched the thick liquid on the table. He grimaced as the liquid stuck to his finger.

''That's...'' Perdiccas started to speak but couldn't finish.

''Poison?'' Ptolemy finished for his friend.

''How dare you?!'' Cassander growled, also standing up and glaring furiously at Roxanna. He never liked her, he wasn't oblivious to the hateful looks that Alexander's barbaric wife sent to you, to his friend. And now she tried to poison you.

Cleitus was still sitting, watching everything with a stony expression, but his hand was on the dagger stuck in his chiton. He was prepared to act, one word from you and Roxanna would be eliminated from the world.

Alexander still didn't take his eyes off Roxanna, but he spoke to you, ''Go to our room. I'll be there in a few minutes.''

You wisely decided not to disobey.

You stood up carefully and quickly looked around, watching all your friends, your husband, stare at Roxanna who looked terrified. You should have felt bad for her, but you didn't.

Not when she threatened the life of your unborn baby.

Once you were out of sight, Alexander addressed one of the guards stationed at the entrance to the hall, ''Take the whip.''

Roxanna's small body shook in fear at her husband's words. Her shaking legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor, feeling hot tears fall onto the dress she was wearing.

Alexander did not feel sorry. And neither do the others. She had brought this on herself.

Actions have consequences and punishments must be applied. And Alexander would not tolerate anyone threatening your life or that of his unborn child.

Alexander felt satisfaction fill his body as the guard brought out the whip and positioned himself behind a desperate Roxanna's back. He watched with satisfaction as the whip hit her sensitive skin and felt satisfaction when he heard her screams of pain.

Roxanna was to blame for her own pain and the scars that were forever marked on her skin were true proof of that.

[moonbiscuitsims]

Cyberpunk 2077 Abandoned Loot Suitcase Conversion (Functional)

👋🏿Hi chooms, sorry this has taken a while. Been super busy irl and making a new Patreon for my downloads.

I have a few Cyberpunk conversions coming up and more planned but for now here is a conversion of the loot suitcases you find in CP :) hope you enjoy storing all your sims unwanted rubbish in here and leaving it out in the street 😹

There are two versions. You can have both installed, they do different things, but the growing together one obv requires this pack: 🧳Base game compatible version: functions as a storage chest and can be put in your sim's inventory.

🧳Growing Together version: functions as a growing together suitcase wardrobe, which sims can carry, open, and place in inventory. If the suitcase doesn't belong to your sim and you have For Rent they can snoop. I also noticed basemental's "stash" function working as well.

🌈All colour swatches (23 colours) have a sticker decal and non decal version. I included the original Cyberpunk materials textures and then every colour of the rainbow + pastel and neutral colours. Can be found in misc storage and costs 100 simoleons.

✅Has specular and normal maps. 💢Minor issues: both versions are slightly different in size but it's super minor, you can resize with Tool if you want them the same. Another minor issue is some strange shadows on the GT version in the thumbnails of buy mode, I didn't know why this happened and just left it like that lol. for me that problem is now randomly gone after doing nothing so no idea what happened there

🙏Thank you so much to the creators who helped me out with shadow + transparency issues, data transfer etc <3

📜Please read and respect my CC Terms of Use:

- DO NOT REUPLOAD - DO NOT PUT BEHIND PAYWALL OF ANY KIND - DO NOT INCLUDE CC IN ANY DOWNLOADS - DON'T CLAIM YOU MADE IT - DON'T INCLUDE MESH IN RECOLOURS. It takes me a long time to convert. - You can recolour as standalone or convert to ts2 or ts3. Please link to this post + tag if you do :) - If you want to use/edit the mesh for something else please ask me permission.

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ㅡuniverse's interference

📜🖋️🎀 IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME WRITE MORE, SUPPORT MY KO-FI🎀🖋️📜 want to see lnd men as your high school sweethearts? check it on my ko-fi. based from the daytime star extra chapter ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)

this is it.

you’ve done the impossible.

it’s crystal clear that the earnest wish you have thought of as you are being ravished by your dear husband on the wedding night has successfully reached the universe.

what was that wish?

you stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen, his adorable eyes staring back at you in curiosity. little arms try to make a grab of you as plump cheeks puff up, upset that he couldn’t do what he wanted.

“you even have the same expression as your papa when he is upset.” you laughed. the baby you have picked up is exactly the carbon copy of rafayel. your own genes didn’t fight back. heck, it took you just one try.

“mama!” your son made grabby hands again, his little limbs wiggling in the air.

please, universe. give me a child who looks exactly like this man!

heart weak to the cuteness the baby is showing, you finally relented and embraced him. your son quickly holds you once you’re within reach, his grip on your top is so strong that it even defies all laws of physics. you wonder how such strength is manifested from a small body.

it’s amazing how the baby acts and looks like rafayel. the baby revels in your attention, eyes lighting up whenever his mama is on him as you coo at him for not making a fuss in eating the squash and carrots on his plate, the baby squealing in happiness because he beat his papa again. rafayel, who had been defeated, sulks while you are left to comfort the lemurian after you tuck the baby to sleep.

rafayel hasn’t made any qualms about it, a smug expression on his features that the baby obviously inherited from him, pretending to be mad to make you comfort him a little longer.

“so cute!” you pepper the baby’s face with kisses as your son giggles.

the baby’s arrival in this world is nothing short of a miracle. after the twists and turns of your life, the sound of uncontrollable wails eases the weight as well as the pain, your teary eyes landing on your firstborn child. you woke up with rafayel taking care of his son, small and just a few hours alive.

now, a few months old. slightly wavy dusk purple hair, bluish pink eyes, refined nose and same lip shape — yes, there’s no way people with working eyes can deny it. your son who resembles his father so much can even mistake rafayel for shrinking into a child. once, aunt talia visited, finally found a day off from her work, amazement was written on her face as she took a proper look at the baby.

“who’s the cutest in the world? of course, it’s you!”

“ba!”

you heard a sigh behind you. “looks like i have to work hard to be your number one again.”

toned arms wrapped around your waist as you feel rafayel tugs you closer to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheeks and the baby’s. realizing his papa is here, the baby babbles nonsense in a scolding tone yet rafayel only finds this amusing as if he understands what his son is saying.

“dunno about that, buddy.” rafayel pokes the baby’s round cheeks. “your mama loves me, you see, so she will let her hubby spoil her for a day, right?” rafayel whispers against your ear as you feel your heart warm at his affection.

“thomas will babysit this little one tomorrow.” he takes the baby in his arms, watching the husband-son pair scene in front of you with a smile. the baby leans to his papa’s chest, the beats lulling him to an afternoon nap, eyelashes fluttering close as rafayel hums a melody.

gingerly, rafayel leans down to capture your lips for a quick kiss, voice low, “can i have the honor of taking you out on a date, wifey?”

it’s your turn to wrap your arms to rafayel’s waist, resting over his warm shoulders. the wind carries his scent — a hint of sea salt and a dominance of sweet, powdery notes. a nod is his answer. “you’ve been busy with the opening of the exhibition and i kind of…” you trailed off, “miss my husband.”

“care to repeat that? i think i didn’t hear you for the first time.” rafayel lightly yelps when you bite the flesh of his neck. he pouts, “stingy.”

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꒰🎹꒱・Having been raised as a member of the aristocracy, the idea of marrying a person for ‘love’ has always been unthinkable to Frederick. A common belief among people of his status, the only real motivation to wed a person was for the sake of bettering your social standing—more so a business transaction than anything even remotely romantic. His exile from the Kreiburg lineage would plague him with the idea that he’d be destined to remain a bachelor until death, losing both the money and status that his fellow nobles sought after. Those notions would be very quickly redefined once you’d entered his life, the thought of proposing to you becoming more and more alluring as your relationship progressed.

꒰🎹꒱・He’s got a minimum of twenty pieces dedicated solely to you, and it’d really only make sense for him to incorporate them into his proposal! Bits and pieces of melodies that you’d helped him refine, motifs from your favorite songs, cute jingles and chimes that you’ve heard whilst walking with him—it’s the composition he’s worked both the longest and hardest on, wanting to perfectly convey just how happy you make him; how much better his life is, thanks to you. His intentions are clear as crystal when he asks you to listen to a ‘special’ piece, his face matching the hue of his garnet coat as he slides the engagement ring onto your finger.

꒰🎹꒱・The two of you would live in an apartment somewhere in the heart of Paris. Small but cozy, sheet music in nearly every corner with a balcony that overlooks the rest of the city. Frederick is initially rather discontented by this living situation, a sense of shame for only being able to afford something so small. He’ll make a few off-handed comments, saying that it’d be better for you to “marry a man that can buy you a house instead of this shoddy apartment,” but he’s secretly relieved when you reassure him that he’s the one for you. There’s something so… comforting about knowing you love him regardless of financial status—even when he feels most others consider him to be a failure.

꒰🎹꒱・He becomes far more open and affectionate after the wedding. While not necessarily the best at singing your praises, there’s a very noticeable improvement in his abilities to express affection verbally. He’s far more straightforward with his compliments, gaining the confidence to directly comment on something you do well or something as simple as how gorgeous you look while going about your day. Frederick also opens up more about the issues he faces with his family, who ꒰unsurprisingly꒱ didn’t show up to your wedding. Your friends and family make quick work of saving the mood, but he writes his parents a very strongly worded letter once you both return from the honeymoon. Even more, he swears off all contact with them until they apologize, a decision that you never would’ve expected him to make.

꒰🎹꒱・Still, he continues to remain shy when it comes to more intimate forms of affection, like kissing. ꒰Something you get great joy in teasing him about.꒱ As such, the ones he gives you tend to be rather chaste in nature, like quick kisses on the cheek—or lips, if he’s feeling bold—before he rushes away to continue working on compositions. You’ll have to initiate anything more than that, something he’s eternally grateful for—even if he is too embarrassed to admit it. He’ll also always make sure to give you a quick smooch before heading on stage for any performances, regarding it as good luck. Although he appears straight-faced to the audience, you’re able to catch sight of the faint blush dusting his cheeks from your spot behind the curtains.

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick’s a bit of a hit or mess when it comes to housework. Having lived independent of his family for some time before meeting you, he does have the capability to take care of himself..! Though there are times where you’re reminded that he never grew up having to do any sorts of chores. He hates having to deal with anything dirty, meaning that there’s a fair amount of collaboration between the both of you. He’ll cook the food, and you’ll do the dishes afterwards. Whenever you wash the clothes, he’s the one that puts them up to dry. He’ll do some light dusting and cleaning, but larger messes scare him off.

꒰🎹꒱・At some point, he just comes to accept how much he adores cuddling with you. A workaholic since his youth, he’d never exactly been able to understand how people could content themselves to just… sit back and do absolutely nothing—finding the idea boring enough to drive him mad. But, wow. He absolutely understands it now. Lying in bed while the first rays of sunlight sneak through the blinds, casting an ethereal glow on your hair and face as he holds you in his arms… Normally, he’d already be out of bed by dawn—even on days when his psychasthenia decided to have mercy and allow him a good night’s rest. But seeing just how adorable you look… Well, the idea of leaving you so soon just seems outright cruel.

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick’s weak spot is his hair, a fact you’d discovered accidentally whilst drifting off to sleep with him. A particularly bad bout of writer’s block certainly didn’t mix well with his insomnia, forcing him to remain awake as the both of you idly chatted and hummed tunes in an attempt to restore his creative spark. At some point, you’d started to massage his scalp—the sensation initially causing him to stiffen beneath your touch. Your attempt to pull away and check in on him was quickly interrupted as he pressed your hand back into his hair, asking you to continue. The stresses of his day-to-day life just seem to melt away with your touch, it seems.

꒰BONUS꒱・Although he considered it cheesy, he often regards your wedding day as the  best day of his life—and he keeps the wedding attire in pristine condition. They sit in the back of your shared closet, the thought of them becoming dirty or damaged utterly devastating him. While you’d lived long enough to know of canes marking members of the nobility, it’d been the very first time that you’d seen him using one of his own. Considering the other costs of the wedding, it hadn’t exactly been all that luxurious ꒰a fact that he quietly keeps to himself꒱—though you might just see him using it more often if you tell him you like it. Don’t mention it, really. He’ll get flustered.

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Houses in traditional astrology.

Instead of making separate posts for each house, I thought it’d be more judicious & practical to compile everything into one singular post for concision’s sake.

Some necessary contextualization before we get to the point:

— Most houses don’t represent personality traits or characteristics. They represent experiences & areas of your life. Your self in the more rudimentary sense of the term is the 1st house. Other houses can be other people, places, or experiences.

— The ascendant/1st house is you, not a “mask”, your “basic self”, a “facade” or a “superficial persona” it’s for the major part everything modern astrology believes the sun to be.

— The ascendant/1H representing you does not mean other placements cannot be relevant or resonant (as explained here), that’s an oversimplification and nothing in life is ever that simple. All elements in a chart matter, but to believe everything is a “me” indicators is far too reductive. This is especially relevant wrt appearance. While the 1H has higher than average chances of coming through when it comes to the visual aspect, there are other things that come into play — namely genetics, the Moon, the 2nd house, the IC, & the Ascendant Lord.

— There are 12 houses and 7 traditional planets. You will most certainly have empty houses — though inactive they are not. Even if there are no planets in a house, there will always be a planet ruling it and its themes will still hold significance to you & your life experiences, there just won’t be as much focus on them as there would be with houses containing planets.

— Signs don’t “naturally” rule houses. Aries does NOT signify the 1H unless you’re an Aries rising. In fact, “rulership” is something only planets can do. Not signs, not houses, just planets! The signs are a celestial system that shows HOW a planet’s energy expresses itself, whereas houses are a terrestial system that shows WHERE that energy is expressed (areas of life). You can read ABC house system debunks online, or wait for me to write one!

🪞 1st House 🪞

— Angular house

— Mercury’s joy

— “The Helm”

— Eastern horizon

— Horoskopos (hour marker)

— Inceptions

— Beginnings

— Life

— Body

— Appearance

— Personality

— Self & Identity

— Self Expression

— Vitality & Health

💰 2nd House 💰

— Succedent house

— “The Gate of Hades”

— Livelihood

— Prospects

— Desires

— Money & assets

— Physical posessions

— End of youth

— Financial affairs

— Time

— Value

— Materiality

— Ownership

— Sustenance

📜 3rd House 📜

— Cadent House

— The Moon’s joy

— “Goddess”

— Siblings

— Extended Relatives

— Short Distance Travel

— Religious sites & rites

— Places of worship

— Neighborhoods

— Small communities

— Communication & Writing

— School

— Learning

— Education

— Everyday life, routines

🪦 4th House 🪦

— Angular house

— Lowest angle of the chart

— “Subterranean”

— Family

— Parents

— Land

— Home & Property

— Privacy

— Secrets

— Roots & lineage

— Ancestry & genealogy

— Place(s) of Origin

— Inheritance

— The “past”

— Generational trauma

— Hidden treasures

— End of life

— Death & rituals surrounding it

— Endings

— Graveyards

— The Underground

🌹 5th House 🌹

— Succedent house

— Venus’ joy

— “Good Fortune”

— Romance

— Relationships

— Desire & Pleasure

— Praise & Worship

— Sexuality/Sex

— Creativity & Creation

— Art & artistic expression

— Children

— Charity

— Diplomacy & diplomats

— Pleasant pursuits & joy

— Gambling

🩸 6th House 🩸

— Cadent house

— Mars’ joy

— “Bad Fortune”

— Illness & Injury

— Health & Sickness

— Servitude

— Employees & subordinates

— Labor

— Work

— Sports

— Fighting

— Physical Harm

— Medical Professionals

— Herbalism & medicine

— Small animals & pets

⚖️ 7th House ⚖️

— Angular house

— “Setting” angle

— Marriage

— Spouse

— Partnerships

— Open enemies

— the “Other” (≠ of the self, the 1H)

— Commitments& agreements

— Confrontation

— Lawsuits

— Legal disputes

— Contracts

— Business

💸 8th House 💸

— Succedent house

— “Idle Place”

— Death & Endings

— Other people’s money & assets

— Debt

— Taxes

— Legacies

— Inheritance

— Grief

— Trauma

— Psychology & shadow work

— Shared resources & belongings

— Stagnation

— Fears

— Secrets

🔮 9th House 🔮

— Cadent house

— Joy of the Sun

— “God”

— Higher education & academic pursuits

— Pursuit of knowledge

— Teachers & professors

— Occult pursuits & faculties

— Religion

— Foreign places

— Long distance travel

— Pilgrimage

— Divination & Astrology

— Philosophy

— Dreams

— Prophecies

💼 10th House 💼

— Angular house

— “Midheaven”

— Highest angle of the chart

— Vocation

— Career

— Mother

— Fame

— Ambition & aspiration

— Recognition

— Influence

— The future

— Goals

— Social status

— Achievements

— Profession

— Public affairs

— Reputation

— Authority figures & leaders

— Government

— Social aspirations

🎉 11th House 🎉

— Succedent house

— Jupiter’s joy

— “Good Spirit”

— Friends

— Alliances

— Trust

— Emancipation

— Community

— Network

— Supporters & patrons

— Organizations

— Groups

— Mutual aid & support

🏥 12th House 🏥

— Cadent house

— Saturn’s joy

— ”Bad Spirit”

— Prior to birth: mother's labor

— Isolation

— Retreat

— Large animals

— Exile

— Rumors

— Misfortunes

— Envy

— Hidden enemies

— Betrayal

— (of Self or otherwise) Sabotage

— Mental health

— Restrictions

— Hospitals

— Incarceration

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Do gallifreyans have jobs? Like a cashier or a janitor or a nannie?

Do Gallifreyans have jobs?

🎓 Post-Academy Occupations

There's no strict requirement for Gallifreyans to be employed because the concept of money is outdated to many of them, but a lot take up roles to stave off boredom or help in the community. After completing their education, Gallifreyans have several potential career paths, influenced by their level of academic achievement:

5th Grade Graduates

Those who leave the academy after the 5th grade often take roles such as:

Media Commentators

Artists

Aides for Cardinals

Aides for Junior Time Lords

6th Grade Graduates

Passing the 6th grade opens up more technical and administrative roles, like:

Administration and Maintenance of the Citadel

Space Traffic Controllers

Junior Technicians

Temporal Nexus Point Observation Researchers

Lab Assistants

Service in the Watch

7th Grade Graduates

Graduating the 7th Grade is very impressive, and opens up the highest echelons of Gallifreyan society like being a Cardinal or the Lord President. However, not a lot of people get this far.

🤖 Automated Assistance

Gallifreyan society heavily relies on advanced automation to meet virtually every need, reducing the necessity for many jobs humans are used to, for example:

Cleaning Machines: Automated systems patrol city complexes and handle street cleaning.

Druges: Massive automated humanoid servants found throughout Gallifreyan Houses.

Robotic Avatroids: Avatroids supervise children's brainbuffing (intensive education) and act as nannies.

🏫 So…

Gallifreyans don't need to work like humans, but many choose to keep busy with jobs or hobbies that interest them. With all their fancy machines, they can focus on the cool stuff – like art, science, and not-so-menial tasks.

Related:

Do Gallifreyans have grocery stores?: Food and food technology on Gallifrey.

What’s on Time Lord TV?: Visual entertainment on Gallifrey.

What are young Gallifreyans/Time Tots taught?: Detailing what the kids of Gallifrey are taught.

Hope that helped! 😃

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Echoes of Unwritten Words

pairing: Lucifer x reader

wc: 1.3k

prompt: "You sent letters?"

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“No matter how far we are apart, my heart will continue to yearn for you until the world brings you back into my arms again. Only then shall I be at peace”. These were the last words you heard from Lucifer before you had left for the human world. You kept those words close to your heart for what felt like a millennium, counting each minute that passed until you would reunite again with your love. 

As you stand in front of his office, you feel your heart beating like a drum, the excitement inside you having bubbled for weeks on end. It had been months since you had seen him last, with the new school year finally letting you return to the Devildom once again. Like a moth looking for its flame, you yearned to bask in his warmth once again. Turning the knob, the door opens to reveal Lucifer slumped on his desk. Despite hearing the door creak open, he doesn’t bother to tear his focus away from his work. 

“Luci!” you call out, sending a bright smile his way as you step inside the office.

He hums, gaze never leaving the piece of parchment in front of him.

“My Love?” The sound of his pet name rolling off your tongue used to have him melting where he stood. But now, a sharp glare is sent your way instead, his crimson eyes absent of the loving glint it once held. 

Even as the days pass, your mind continued to search for answers as to what could have caused such a flip in your relationship. It feels like you were once again in square one, back to when you had first come to Devildom. You've tried to talk to him about it time and time again, but he always brushes you off. He either feigns being busy or flat out refuses to talk to you. Letting out a huff, you walk to his office with determination in your stride. You are getting to the bottom of this if it is the last thing you're going to do. You knock on the door to his bedroom, hearing his call to enter. 

“Don’t refer to me with such familiarity. Now please, see yourself out.” He says before continuing to scribble away with his pen in hand. The excitement you once held is now crushed to smithereens and ground into powdered dust. Despite the stinging pain in your chest, you take a deep breath and nod, taking your leave. As you close the door, your thoughts race with questions.

‘What happened?’ ‘Did I do something?’ ‘That’s impossible, I haven’t talked to him in months… Is that why he’s mad?’ 

As he sees you step into the room, he can’t help but roll his eyes. “MC, I’ve already told you. I’m not able to join you. Must you be so insistent…”

You ignore his comment, taking a seat on the couch just across his bed. As you stare into his eyes, you want to grovel from the sheer fear welling inside of you, but at the same time awe at its crimson beauty. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever may come next.

“Lucifer, talk to me. I mean, did I do something wrong? Why are you being so…distant.”

He scoffs at your words. “I have not the slightest clue as to the nonsense you’re talking about, MC,” he glares before continuing, “Now if you’d please leave me be. I don’t have the time to entertain your mindless ramblings.”

You cross your arms, “No.”

The room suddenly feels colder than before as he furrows his brows, a questioning glare setting in. “Excuse me?” his voice deep, almost threatening.

“No. There’s obviously something wrong, so please, talk to me.” 

Lucifer lets out a huff as he crosses his arms. “That’s rich coming from you,” he sneers.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

Lucifer is silent for a moment, pursing his lips as his gaze drops. You take a step towards him, lifting your hand out to reach him. But just as it's inches away, he finally speaks.

“345 letters…” He grits his teeth, taking a shaky breath, “I sent 345 letters…and not once did you ever care to send one back.”

The look of pain in his eyes feels like a knife straight to the heart, but the puzzled expression on your face doesn't disappear.

The demon turns to focus his gaze onto the window of his room. “For nights, I poured my heart…my soul…my entire being into the parchment. And despite how many I had sent, I still knew that they could never convey even a fraction of my love.” Despite only being a few feet away, it feels like you were still in two different realms. Only now do you see the tall walls he had once again rebuilt in your absence.

“Lucifer-”

“It’s an embarrassment how much you had me wrapped around your fingers. I should have stopped after receiving nothing a few days into it. But no, I was a fool blinded by love and still clung onto that stupid idea that perhaps I’d receive even the smallest of signs that you’d missed me too. That I had crossed your mind even once…” His hand wraps into a fist, tightening to form crescent shaped marks onto his delicate skin. Through gritted teeth, he says, “I see it was never the case.” 

No. That’s not true at all. You would have gone through hell and back to be with him again. You have to fight the want to just spew out to him that what he’d said couldn’t have been farther from the truth. First, you have to get one thing straight. What letters was he talking about? Even as you try to rack your brain for anything about letters, you turn up with nothing. 

“Luci I…” You try to piece your words together as you reluctantly place a hand on top of his broad shoulder in comfort. Lucifer’s body tenses under your touch, a touch that once made his once cold heart melt and now seemingly makes his blood freeze. 

“Spare me your excuses, MC.” he hisses. 

“Look. I– I know it looks bad, but I– I just– I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Do not stoop so low as to lie to me.”

“But I’m not! Please just listen to me!”

“I’ve had enough of this. Get out.”

“No.”

“I said get o-”

Using both hands, you guide his face into your gentle hold. You stare at his widened eyes, the windows that showed the hurt, heartache, and turmoil brewing within him—all because of you. 

“Lucifer Morningstar. I have counted every second of every minute until I can see you again. It broke me that I could only hear your voice in the comfort of my dreams. I waited for something, a text or perhaps a note, but nothing came. I swear to all that is good that not once have I received a letter…” 

Lucifer fights a waging war inside of him, one that has lasted for months, with neither side yielding. A part of him screams ludicrous. It was impossible that you hadn’t seen any of his letters, letters that he had poured his heart and secrets onto, ones that he had written in the dead of night to alleviate the pain of longing you had left. 

“Even if what you say is true, why hadn’t you at the very least tried to reach out to me? To any of us?”

“I did, but my magic isn’t strong enough to use in this realm, let alone send a message to you from another”

Your thumb runs along his cheek, eyes set on his.

His gaze falls as he takes a deep breath “I don’t…”, he pauses, pursing his lips.

“I don’t know how you can fix this one, MC”

A/N: I'M NOT DEAD. Hope you enjoy my first fully angst fic <33. I'll be posting Demon Slayer, Obey Me (and l&d maybe) alternately too keep it all balanced. Would love to know your thoughts on this fic and if I should make a part 2. Thank you and see you in the next one :)

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a long distance relationship scenario with Hongjoong x black fem reader where either he surprises her from coming back home on tour. Can you make it fluffy smut please? Like they’re super in love & lust with each other 😉 If you do this, thank you in advance! -🧜🏽‍♀️

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You sat in your car outside of your house. A heavy sigh escaping your lips from the tiring shift you just worked. The day dragged on making it seem unnecessarily long. Your phone lights up from a random notification, your lock screen displaying a picture of your loving boyfriend. The boyfriend you have been counting down the days till you can see again because he was on tour. His face only made your heart ache along with the aches in your body. You were aware of how difficult it would be while he was gone, but it still doesn’t ease the pain of missing him.

With another sigh, you unbuckle your seatbelt and open your car door. Shuffling of your feet fill the air of the garage as you slowly drag into your house. You kick your shoes off once inside and make your way through the house. You pause noticing the air seems different. A familiar cologne is lingering in the air, a scent you haven’t smelled in weeks. It invades your nostrils making you shake your head trying to rationalize that you miss your boyfriend so much you are starting to lose it. You continue your path to the bedroom, pulling your well done hair back into a low ponytail.

Your eyes meet your phone again checking the time. It’s late and usually around the time Hongjoong would have contacted you by now. He never misses an opportunity to talk to you when he is on tour so he must still be busy. The shows can run over sometimes and the after parts of the shows can cause them to stay longer than intended. Your boyfriend is such a hard worker and does so much for the group. Always ensuring that everything goes smoothly and always staying late to help the staff leave quicker. He is always attentive to his group and even more towards you.

A pout forms on your lips from thinking about your boyfriend as you enter your bedroom. The pout is joined with raised eyebrows as you see the pretty red roses littering your floor and making a heart in the middle of your bed spread. The familiar cologne is stronger in your nose as a voice graces your ears.

“Is that a pout on my baby’s face?” The man who had been swirling in your head, consuming all of your heart, and not supposed to be back until the end of the week was standing in your shared bedroom shining his beautiful smile at you. His hair is neatly placed, shirt unbuttoned, and pants hanging loosely around his waist. His presence brings tears to your eyes. The longing in your chest turns to elation causing you to cross the room in hurried steps. He greets you with open arms, a smile tugging at his lips when still as he finally is able to hold you again. A relieved breath fell from him as your body clutched onto his. Tears rolling down your brown cheeks as his arms wrap around your frame. He holds you for a minute before he cups your cheeks and looks deeply into your eyes.

“I’m here, baby. I missed you so much.” His voice is soft and filled with love.

“When did you get here? You weren’t supposed to be back until the end of the week.” You sniffle and take in his features. The curve of his eyebrows, the brown of his eyes, the point of his nose. Every feature was being adorned by your tear lined eyes. His grip on you firm as he looks back at you with love in his eyes.

“A few hours ago. I wanted to surprise you. I missed you so much, baby.” His hands slide down and land on your hips. “You seem down. Let’s make that better.” He takes the bottom of your shirt and begins removing it from your body. His hands lightly graze your skin in the process, igniting goosebumps across your flesh. He takes his time removing the rest of your clothes, eyes tracing every inch of your body as he undresses you. His lips land on your tear stained cheek as he guides you to the bathroom.

A gasp leaves your lips at as you take in the candlelit bathroom. The warm scent lingering in the air as a full tub of water waits for you. “I know you’ve been working hard. Let me help you relax.” Hongjoong never failed to take care of you. He is always attentive and makes sure you are relieved of your stress. Taking care of you is his stress relief and he never lets you lift a finger. Your fingers were held in his palm as he helped you step into the tub. Your white polished toes pierce the water first before you sink down in it. The candlelight casting a golden glow on you.

“Joong, babes you just got back from tour. Aren’t you going to relax too?” Your eyes are clearing as you look at him wanting him next to you. You haven’t had his warmth in weeks and are in desperate need to be close to him.

Hongjoong let's a breathy chuckle escape him. “I’m going to, baby. Just want to make sure you’re comfortable first.” He watches you adjust in the tub before removing his own clothes. Your eyes scan him slowly and intently as his skin is exposed to your sight after so long. The dim lighting and sensual mood causes you to clench your thighs as he strips in front of you. The movement of the water doesn’t go unnoticed by Hongjoong, a smirk crossing his face again. He steps in the tub, slotting himself behind you. A content sigh comes from both of you as he wraps his arms around you. “I missed you, baby.” He speaks and leaves a soft kiss at the back of your neck, a deep breath being taken in as his eyes close, taking in the feeling of being close to you.

You both sit in the tub basking in each other's presence. The distance between you two finally closed, mending your longing hearts. Soft kisses are exchanged as you two soak in the tub catching up with each other. Words are more like whispers, almost if you two are afraid that if you speak too loudly it will make the moment disappear. He was just away on your, but it felt like a lifetime. You both are the full of each other's hearts and the time apart was hard.

The water is starting to get cold when Hongjoong speaks and says you two should be getting out now. He drains the tub and blows out the candles in the bathroom after drying and wrapping your body in a towel and telling you to go sit on the bed. It doesn't take him long to join your rose surrounded body with several of your favorite products. Oils, lotions, and perfumes are in his hands as he enters with his towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes follow him as he sets them on the side table and comes to stand in front of you.

“I missed you. Just let me take care of you.” He removes the towel from your body and positions you to his liking. Your tummy flat on the bed as he stradles your hips and kneads at your skin. A slicken glide of his finger meet your skin as he works the last of the tension from your body. Hongjoong always loved touching you, his hands never missing a chance to make contact with the softness of your body.

His hands work on your body, certain spots making you whimper underneath him. The sounds going straight to his dick as he continues to rub on you. He leans down placing a lingering kiss to the of your spin. His litters kisses across the width of your back until he reaches your ear and nibbles at it. You feel his arm wrapping around your middle pressing his hand to your stomach.

“You seem desperate, love. Is there something you need?” He teases you noticing how you unknowingly had been rocking your hips underneath him. You were touch starved and so much attention after the time seperated had you sensitive. You feel his fingers creeping lower to the place you needed him most. Your hips lifting off the bed as you and grab his wrist.

“Please, Joongie. I just want you. Can’t wait.” You speak brokeningly. You’re desperate for your man and don’t feel like doing the extra. It’s been long enough, you just want him in you.

“Baby—”

You’re quick to cut him off before he starts telling you about how you need prep. “Hongjoong. Please, I just want you in me.”

That’s all it takes for him to discard his towel and flip you over. He needed to properly see your face as he made love to you for the first time in a long time. His dick was an angry red, just as desperate as your leaking cunt. Your fingers wrap around his dick guiding it to your entrance. His red tip seperating your brown folds to be greeted with your wettness. A sharp hiss escaping him from the small but intense contact. He pushes your hand away and rubs his dick up and down your folds collecting your slick.

“Watch as I enter you, baby.” Your eyes lock where his are. You both holding your breaths as he pushes pass your leaking muscle. It’s pulsing, and sucking him in as he slowly slides into you. A moan bubbling in the back of your throat and a grunt building in his as he pushes the head of his dick in. He’s trying to control himself, knowing he hasn’t properly opened you up. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but damn your pussy is welcoming him home so well and he isn’t even fully in yet.

After a few moments, Hongjoong is fully in you. Both of you breathing in ragedy puffs of air. His forehead is pressed to yours as you both lay entangled in each other, letting your bodies get accoustomed to the familiarity of being connected again. Your hand is caressing his cheek as he his are holding onto your waist. Soft kisses of the lips and sweet nothings are being passed between you.

The throb of his dick and clench of your pussy bring you two back to the fact that you need each other. Hongjoong doesn’t make you wait. His hips slowly drag back, before thrusting into you again. His dick rubbing your insides only the way that he can, only the way that makes your juices leak more than they already are. He’s holding eye contact with you as he makes love to you. A claim on your mind, heart, and body being said through his burning stare.

“Let me hear you.” His thumb traces your bottom lip removing it from the cluches of your teeth biting into it. Your jaw slackening letting your sounds of pleasure reach his ears. He missed this. He missed you, missed touching you, missed loving you, missed hearing you.

“Nngghhh…mmm…Joong.” Your eyes are watering again, but this time from the building pleasure you feel. “I missed you. I missed you so much.” You’re moaning through your words, each drag of his dick bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“I know, baby. I’m here, my love.” His hips pick up pace and he leans in to lock lips with yours. The kiss expressing every ounce of love you two shared. It has you locking your legs around his waist and him interlocking your fingerings dragging your hands above your head. Your hips push up into his meeting his thrusts as your lips smack against each other. His tongue finds way into your mouth and swirls with yours. The kiss is broken at times from you being unable to do anything else other than moan.

“Let me ride you. Wanna help you relax too.” You plea to him. He hasn’t let you do anything for him since he suprised you and you want to let him relax too. His hips stutter at the thought and he’s flipping over so that you are on top.

Honjoong’s eyes squeeze shut as your ass slaps against him. The low lightening casting a glow on your brown skin, your walls working his sensitve dick, the feeling of being back with you after so long. It had him on edge, the edge you wanted him on, the edge where he could only focus on the feeling of you.

“Hhuuhh, huuhh…Y/n…Y/n.” His eyes creaking open to see you riding his dick. The sensual movements of your hips had him ready to explode. As your hands landed on his chest, your hips were circling with each bounce. Hongjoong loved taking care you, but he was weaker to you taking care of him.

“I’m so close.” You whine feeling the coil in your stomach tightening. His fingers are digging into your sides as you both move with each other chasing your awaited highs. Skin slapping and broken moans are the only thing heard. His feet are planted on the bed meeting your hips uncontrollably. Neither of you have a rhythm, just pure need and longing being released with each movement.

You feel it coming and so does he. “In me. Cum in me!” Those are your last words before you are cumming around his dick. Your chest is now pressed to his and he is holding you tightly as he fucks up into you. It doesn’t take long before he is releasing his seed inside of you. Both of you are panting in each others holds. There is nothing but you two existing at the moment. You only feel him in your arms and he only feels you.

After a moment you life your head and look him in the eyes with a tired smile spreading across your face.

“Welcome home, baby.”

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.🐌 D-27 ✧ tue ✧ 27.8.24 ✧ sawc day 27

ong sorry.....was so busy ystd i didnt post........went okay tho ystd. summary trng wasnt great but yanno it is what it is. posting after classes and hw; arnd 2 30. got cca today too... ive been sleeping a good amount recently tho! good mood.

.🐚 academic

science hw

english hw

作文5

maybe some MM2 T10

maybe some humans revision

.🗞 personal

set design on open house game

table push mechanics on open house game

sprite design on open house game

shower

pack for tmr

.☕ sawc

sleep: 5h

routine: morning

deep focus: 1h

body: shower :)

read: fanfic likely. maybe crime and punishment

.📜 goal productivity: 4h?

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.☀ 04 30

.♬ ~ euphoria 〢 late night drive home

.🤎 positivityposting (reposting old ones)

good afternoon!!!

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