#cries 💞💞💞😭😭😭

[hanafubukki]

🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭💞💞💞

Dumb dumb bat dad

“Mr. I don’t want kids, they are a hassle, they are annoying.” General Vanrouge, look at how you have changed. Look how love has changed you and you have changed them 🥹😭💞💞 looks at your kids that you have raised 🥹💞💚 the kindness they get from you💞💞

Look how happy he is thinking about those days when Malleus couldn’t dress himself. 😭😭🥺🥺🥹🥹 OTL

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @justonemorechapternicercy !!!!!!!! 🥳🎉✨✨✨ I hope you have an awesome birthday today!!! 🥹💙 And I hope you enjoy what I managed to put out akshsks 💀 I love youuu mwah!!! 💙💖💙

About Black Dahlias and Red Anemones

by Geneviev on Ao3

Percy is ready for death - he knows that neither Nico nor Rachel is in love with him, but he is not able to let his feelings go.

Who would have thought that in the end, it would be Will who helps him get the boy - and the girl?

Art without the text under the cut 💃✨

[oyakay]

I DECIDED TO DRAW A DOODLES ABOUT MY PULLS FOR EPEL!!🥰🥰🥰

[ispreadrabieslikewildfire]

i finished stormbringer... (bsd).... *bursts out into tears*

[loveydive]

smth smth the relationship btwn hera and pryce. abt the relationship btwn a creator and their creation. abt the why didnt you make me good enough, not just so that you could love me, but specifically why did you traumatise me and expect me to just keep going as if nothing was wrong. why did you leave me like this. bc when something goes wrong its my fault, im the cause of it and i cant get rid of this thing in my head thats stopping me from stopping it from happening not just bc you put it there but bc its me. im the one whos stopping myself. and i dont know how to deal with that.

[possession1981-moving]

♡

[gatual]

hi again! <3 i saw that your day wasn’t very nice so i’m here to cheer you up with a song recommendation, it’s ‘neko’ by atsushi sakurai ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ i highly recommend reading the lyrics translation for this one, i hope you feel better soon 💕💗💖💞💓💘

hi lovely 🥹💞 thank u for passing by and recommending me this song 🥹❤️❤️❤️ the lyrics are so sweet 😔♥a bit sad too, it's a v calm song.. and i do feel better!☺ truly tysm 😔♥♥♥

[rockintapper]

🥹

obsessed with cats that bark

[bitterpngs]

A JJK ROCK BAND ZINE ⁉️

[hemmingsleclerc]

I love you, I'm sorry┃charles leclerc

charles leclerc x fem!reader

there will not be a part 2!! This is super messy, sorry abt that but I just discoverd gracie and loved her!! Also english isn't my first language so if there's a mistake let me know pls

No hate towards alex, I love her

𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳១୨୧ ༘✰ ༘ ˚ ˚ ༘ ‧₊˚𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳១୨ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹

ynln

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ynln ❤️THE SECRET OF US ❤️the album that I made with some of my fav people!!!! is yours AUG 10 and the first single❤️ I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY ❤️comes out tomorrow! We had so much fun writing this album. There were also the occasional tears. The single is basically yours in abt 5 minutes so yeah, I.Love.You

oliviarodrigo wohooooo cant wait!!!! 💞

sabrinacarpenter 🥲🥲🥲 !!!!!!

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username everyone talking abt taylor swift and no one talking about THE SINGLE TITLE!!??!?!?!!?

ynlnfans

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ynlnfans In honor of yn's new album, here are my fav pics of her!!

username aww these are soo cute!! who took them??

username charles! yn's ex bf 👹

username charles leclerc?

username yes, they broke up like some months ago idkw :/

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc ❤️🙏🏻

username no fucking way...is he wearing the bracelet yn made him!?!?! 💀

username SHUT UP OMG

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yn_nation

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yn_nation LITERALLY NO FUCKING WAY, TAYLOR SWIFT JUST GOT ON STAGE YN TO PERFORM THEIR NEW SONG!!!!!

username SHUT THE F UP CHARLES'S THERE WITH ALEX 💀💀

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username OMG

ynln

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ynln Thank you Tay for inviting me to such an amazing and unexpected crowd tonight! It was amazing to be able to sing ''us'' together for the first time and for letting me sing a few of my own. We laughed, cried and screamed all over that stadium, thank you for an unforgettable experience!!!! Love u Milan!!!!!

username literally can't believe she sang infront of charles again..I'm crying

username Imagine going to a concert with your new gf and out of nowhere your ex comes out and starts singing like an angel.

username YOU WERE AMAZING!!!

username iconic duo

alexandra_official has posted a story!

charleslecachu

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charleslecachu charles and yn or charles and alexandra?

username don't compare alexa and yn!!1

username YN WAS THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE IK

username alexa is super cute!!!

username none, charles is mine

[ssahotchnerr]

Okay but Ellie absolutely adoring Rossi though 🥺 he’s her unofficial grandpa and he’s her godfather 🥺 and the two of them love spending time together and making as four years old Ellie says “sphetti” and he absolutely spoils his goddaughter & honorary granddaughter

omg 😭 dave's absolutely her godfather - cried when you and aaron asked him 😭 he brought flowers for you and a stuffed bunny for ellie when he visited the hospital after she was born, and you and aaron asked him immediately 🥹 it was decided way early on in your pregnancy that the you of two wanted him to be her godfather - it pretty much went without saying. and if jess is busy and you and aaron want to go out or whatnot, dave's always the designated babysitter 🥹

i love the idea of reader craving dave's cooking while pregnant with ellie, so it only makes sense ellie comes out loving her grandpa dave and all his cooking too 🥰 plus they bonded early on too - while ellie's a newborn, dave's one of the few that's able to soothe her crying, by simply holding her in his arms. plus she's the very first baby girl within the bau fam, so everyone has a soft spot for her - especially dave 🥹

ellie standing on a chair besides him as he makes all his special pasta dishes 🥹 hehe he's telling her all the steps and what ingredients go in when, even letting her dump onions or tomatoes in the pan herself - with a very watchful eye so she doesn't accidentally burn herself or get too close. "sphetti" stop 😭💕💕💞💓💞 he slowly teaches her Italian too 😭<333

dave also gets her her own little chef apron!!! hehe it hangs in his kitchen at all times, alongside his apron and she wears it proudly

[kitten4sannie]

I NEED EVERYONE TO READ THIS FIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW IM NOT PLAYING 🔫 (´⊙ω⊙`)

Warriors: Choi San x Reader

A/N: ohh boyyy after the kpop fanfic drought im back and it's with warriors au choi san

Summary: San and Reader are mages, which means they are made to serve. They are lowborn, destined to obey humans - the nobles and the highborn - with their every breaths. What if they don't want that?

tw: 18+, smut (p in v, fingering, cockwarming sort of), swearing, violence, death, blood, minimally gory at one point, war, child soldiers (14 yo), society is a shit place to be if you're a mage, tons of worldbuilding, assassins, freaking bath sex, hint at sa at one point from some dude we hate, san is kind of a brat tamer, seonghwa cameo but sad, idk if you can tell but i suck at summaries, mention of a harem, mention of slavery

wc: 4.8k

As a child, you watched from afar, waiting for things you could not grasp.

They told you that you were made to serve. They recounted age-old tales, about gods that crafted humans in their divine hands, moulding the mages afterwards to be commanded by their beloved creations. They filled your mind with legends of faithful individuals of your kind who proved their worth with obedience until you wished to be like your forebears.

Back when you were but an infant, you believed it. You knew the two powers that were bestowed upon you by the gods, varying in every mage, were gifts made solely to assist the highborns. In your naivety, you thought the rosy flame cupped in your small, childish palms would be used to warm the nobles in the icy winter, and that you would fulfil your purpose through that, through being of use to them. They had no shame as they informed you you were just a tool forged for following their orders, and you were convinced it was all true - until you met San.

Although you were the one with the ability to summon an inferno, he was always the one with a burning fire in his eyes. Like all mages, he’d been taken from his parents the moment he didn’t need his mother’s milk - he was given as a peace offering from the Hwangso warlord for his control of water: helpful for the upkeep of the crops.

This occurred in the small period of time in which Hwangso, the neighbouring province, was attempting to forge alliances with your province, Neugdae. Soon after, your warlord breached their territory, claiming it as his - you often wondered if the news filtering back from the front lines of a new settlement captured ever affected San.

You met him when he was an eight year old filled with bottled fury too old for his years, and you were a quiet, invisible seven year old. At those tender ages, neither of you had developed your second ability yet, nor had you gotten a taste of the power at your fingertips, but San still held his head high; you remember marvelling at the way he’d make a point of meeting every single noble’s gaze and holding it. He was just a scrawny, sun browned kid back then - nothing like the elegant lethality of the man that he is now.

Every day until you turned fourteen, you toiled beside him. The work was cruel, your supervisors crueller; the sun would beat down on your back as you laboured in the fields, side by side with San as barely a quarter of the way across the settlement, the nobles sheltered beneath their silky parasols, boasting their pale, porcelain skin. Back then, San never spoke of the injustice of it all out loud, but something about the look in his eyes when he saw them swanning past stirred something inside you. He made you realise that you were not the soulless, mindless puppet that you’d been told you were, but a person.

It wasn’t simply the rage inside him that drew you to him, though. It was the way he remained sweet, kind, despite it all, making sure to send licks of cool mist down your neck when your supervisors weren’t looking, nicking extra crumbs of food for you and remaining beside you, a beacon of light that anchored you to sanity even in the dark.

Even when, you at fourteen, him fifteen, were sent out into battle.

There were always skirmishes between neighbouring warlords: a constant push and pull for more land, more resources, more power. They would attack on a whim - mages were expendable, nothing more than canon fodder; behind each squadron was a noble who would hang back behind the lines, commanding, unbothered by the bloodshed because it was the blood of mere tools.

By then, both you and San had developed your second abilities. San’s was the ability to manipulate shadows, turning them into almost solid shapes that could physically hinder attacks by forming daggers or clutching hands, or could temporarily block the world out in a shroud of rolling black fog. Yours was the art of shapeshifting; you let the outline of your body waver between forms, changing into powerful, deadly creatures whose substance was inhabited by the soul of a wavering teenager.

You’d known that you’d be forced to fight since you were young, but you never could have imagined the brutality of war.

It was there, in the midst of the battlefield, that any lingering innocence was burned from your soul. You learned that San’s water did not just bring life, but could also fill up someone’s lungs until they drowned upon dry ground, that your fire was not just a source of warmth or light, but could also combust a man’s heart within his chest, that the animals you were teaching yourself to shapeshift into could maul and break bones.

Many nights, you would fall asleep, curled against San, your face buried in his side with his arm wrapped around you, the taste of blood still in your mouth from where you’d torn your enemies’ throat out with the vicious canines of a tiger or the needle sharp fangs of a lynx. You would leave the front lines soaked with crimson, the essence of other people in your hair, smeared on your face, caked and drying under your nails.

It terrified you, how easily you could slice their flesh open with your claws. Armour was not wasted on mages, only generals, so just like you, all they wore were roughly woven tunics tied at the waist and trousers - you met no resistance when you killed your own kind, silent apologies on your lips.

Within the squadrons were also humans that had fallen from grace - criminals who still felt entitled enough by their birthright to think they could have a fourteen year old mage’s body; San protected you until you could protect yourself. In the first few weeks, when the punches he threw were too weak to deter them, he would let them beat him, giving you time to escape before returning to you, limping, lip split and nose bloody but the fire in his eyes never faltering.

On those nights, tears of frustration would leak from the corners of your eyes as you cleaned him up. He could so easily stop them if he used his abilities, but by then doing that without being instructed to do so by a highborn would lead to a flogging or a beating - fairytales no longer worked on you at that age, so your commanders and generals utilised fear mongering instead. You remember the hate and helplessness burning inside you when you looked at them: if all the mages rebelled at once, the nobles would have no chance, but everyone was too scared. Using your abilities on humans only led to execution.

You remember Seonghwa: he was a mage a few years older who cared for you and San as if you were his blood. He got too strong - you can’t recall his second ability but his first meant he could push a man over the brink of insanity, until he frothed at the mouth and his brain boiled within his skull. When you first witnessed the depth of his power, you were originally struck by the pain in Seonghwa’s eyes, and then by the fear in your commander’s.

The next day, Seonghwa was gone.

Often, you wonder if he fought back, or if he just let them kill him.

After, you made San promise that he wouldn’t show them if his powers developed further. He made you promise the same, and when you fought beside him, he was a constant reminder to reign yourself in, to survive. You were more careful with your powers from then on.

Some nights, though, when the frost ridden night air cut right through the ragged material of your blanket, you huddled next to San and lit a small fire in your hands. He’d tell you to stop, and you’d point out that he was shivering; he’d reply that he’d rather that than get you caught, and you would ignore him, not missing the way you tucked himself closer to the flame.

You didn’t tell him, but sometimes you would shift into a small animal, like a raccoon, and steal food for him in the dead of night. You didn’t answer when he asked you where you got it from, just shrugging and thrusting the rolls of bread and strips of dried meat into his hands, telling him he should eat.

When you were sixteen, San discovered he could animate his shadows. He could mould them like clay in his hands, breathing purpose into them - they would disintegrate within about a week or so, their outlines fading until they dissolved into nothing. San shaped a little dragon for you, the length of your forearm and the width of one of your thumbs; he came to you with it cupped in his hands, awe limning his face as the two of you watched it wriggle through the air between you and coil itself around your wrist.

You have many memories of those times, but one remains crystal clear, even to this day. A year onwards from San’s dragon, you found yourself hemmed in by enemy forces, your body tired from the fight - victory was so close for your side, and because of it, the Hwangso fought even harder, like cornered animals. If you broke through them, you would have been able to easily end their commander, but they had you, six to one. Hands closed around your throat, choking, and as the consciousness bled from you, you heard San’s cry, smelt the fear in the air as he tore through them to get to you: that in itself would have been insignificant - you had saved each other countless times through the years - but he had disobeyed a direct command.

He’d been told to kill the commander. He’d had a clear shot, and even still, he’d ignored orders, choosing to save you instead.

Both of you were beaten for it, and even as you heard the sound of San’s ribs cracking, he held your eyes, silently telling you that he’d do it over and over again, if only to keep you with him.

You think that was the moment when the two of you truly got a taste for rebellion. It was the point in the long, winding thread of your life that made you realise that whatever they told you, you would disregard it if it were for San. Their words no longer had as much power over you, because you knew your bond with him was infinitely stronger than any fear they attempted to instil within you.

Soon after that incident, your commander retired, and he was replaced by a man who was more of a fool than him. You began to lose land to Hwangso’s troops, far enough that the settlement where you grew up in was ravaged, razed to the ground. Your commander informed you that you’d evacuate the highborns, leaving the child mages and the servants behind because they would only slow you down - that was the moment you decided to stop listening to him.

The last mage rebellion had been decades ago - they were not ready. It was pathetic how easy it was to overthrow them; together with the rest of the troops and the mages from the settlement, you rebuilt the town and fortified it. San treated his soldiers with respect, with loyalty, and they loved him for it, for the way he would march into battle with them instead of cowering at the rear, for the way he could often be seen in the newly restored fields, watering the crops, for the way he recognised them for who they were.

To this day, you’re in awe of it. Never in your whole life have you come close to anything but fear for a leader, and yet you see it clear in their eyes that they love San, and that he loves them. He is everything that the highborns fear - a powerful, confident mage, wreathed in righteous shadows, fiercely intelligent, a master of strategy.

One of his first moves was to ally himself with the Hwangso warlord, the very man who had given him as a gift to your province. Deep in the highborn’s eyes was the presumption that he could break San and make him yield, followed a month later by pure terror when you held a knife to his neck, hissing to never speak of San like that again. The two of you brought his head in a sack to Hwangso and claimed your rule over the province.

That didn’t mean it was easy, though. There were the nights when San would tremble in your arms, baring his fears to you, his doubts - that it was getting too much too fast: that maybe he really was just made to follow orders. You scoffed at that - you’d seen him grow up, watched his shoulders broaden and his figure fill out with muscle, you’d seen the fire in his eyes blazing with passion; you knew he’d always be more than enough.

You’re not sure when the love blossomed between the two of you. Maybe it was always there, first shown as fierce protectiveness, later as searing kisses where no one could see, of fingers laced with yours in the dark of night. He married you shortly after he began to be recognised as an actual warlord, not a rogue mage; it was a quiet ceremony, but the celebrations of your people were far from that - rumours of the Neugdae province’s mage warlord and his wife rippled like wildfire through the regions, stirring fear and hope alike.

Some wonder why San does not take more wives - he has control over the Baem province as well Neugdae and Hwangso now, and any warlord with that much power would take on a harem without blinking. Not San, though - he’s different from them, he is a mage, a lowborn, his bronzed skin a sign to them of his childhood in the fields, and they find he is an enigma, as is his mystery shrouded right hand man.

But not to you - you understand him as if you share a soul.

On the surface, you are his only wife, aloof and coldly beautiful. In the shadows, you are his sword, his hand. There are myths of you, of the fire wielding ghost that robes itself in a black cowl and changes its skin into a man’s worst nightmare; stories of how you will twist your victim’s thoughts around until he finds the tip of a blade poking out of his chest, speared right through his back. It’s how you prefer to operate - they fear the unknown, and you are the unknown.

The fabric of the bag held in your fingers is soaked with blood. Within it is the head of the Yong province’s advisor. He was an awful man who deserved what you gave him - in a locked room at the back of his house, you found several young mages, half starved and chained by wrist and ankle to each other and a hook set in the wall. Bile bites at the back of your throat at the thought: you’re lucky you never experienced the uglier side of mage slavery.

Night is falling, the sun casting long shadows down the road. You always find the darkness comforting - it feels as if San is near. Today he is; you raise your fist and knock thrice on the solid wood of the gates, lifting your hand in recognition of the guards who peek over the turrets.

Slowly, they ease open the doors, and you stride into the courtyard, your boots clicking against the roughly hewn pavings. A squadron of your soldiers are sparring, but they halt their training when you enter, snapping to attention as you stop at the centre of the space, the dying rays of the sun streaming down the steps towards you, the air still as you wait.

He appears, his gilded silhouette glorious at the top of the stairs. His shadow guards spill down the steps towards you as he descends; their bodies contort and bend, the swirling mass of them parting around you, liquid night, jaws snapping, circling you until you’re surrounded.

A smirk pulls at your lips, and you throw the bag at his feet. You do not bow low, simply dipping your chin as he extracts the head from the sack, inspecting it and nodding before returning it to its roughly woven grave and handing it to one of his shadows to take away. Meeting your eyes, his own filled with amusement, the hint of a smile flashes over his face.

‘Welcome home, my love.’

San’s words are soft, voice quiet enough for only you to hear. You suppress the urge to pull down your mask and kiss him, instead letting your fingers brush against his as you walk with him up the steps and into the hanok; his shadows close the door behind you and the moment they do, he hooks an arm around your waist and hugs you tight, his embrace warm and sweet as always.

You laugh. ‘I was only gone four days, Sannie.’

‘Four days too long for me to be separated from my wife,’ he replies, pushing your cowl back so he can kiss your forehead.

Gripping his shoulders, you tug him down so you can peck his lips before sending him out to the courtyard again - you’re the last person expected through the gates tonight, so he should go out and dismiss the mages training in the courtyard so they can go home to their families and lock up. A happy sigh leaves you as you toe off your shoes, walking through your home and stripping off your bloody clothes before submerging yourself in the pool sunken in the floor. San has already filled it with fresh water, and it takes you mere seconds to heat it up with your fire.

Leaning with your head against the wooden ledge of the pool, you let your muscles loosen, half closing your eyes. The silence doesn’t last long, though - there’s a soft, steady noise coming from the screen behind you, almost like… breathing.

‘Show yourself,’ you command into the still air.

A man steps into view - a human, eyes crazed, knife clutched in his fingers. You realise he does not know who you really are; he just assumes you are the mage warlord San’s wife, delicate and helpless, and you let that role engulf you, backing away to the other edge of the pool with your eyes wide, luring him closer.

‘Your man took everything from me,’ he spits, blade pointed at you as he stalks forward. ‘He took my power, my wealth, my squadron of soldiers. And now I will take his wife.’

Surging out of the pool, you dodge the swipe he aims at you, sending fire surging down the knife’s handle so he drops it with a cry and twisting his arm behind his back in the most painful way possible, wrenching him down to his knees with his face an inch above the water.

‘How did you get in?’ You ask coolly.

‘I’ll never tell y - ’

You send tongues of flame licking down his ribs. ‘Answer the question or suffer.’

The door eases open, revealing San. His eyes land on you, water dripping down your body as you pin the man to the floor, then the distorted reflection from the blade of the knife that’s fallen into the pool, and something dangerous flashes inside his gaze. You let him grab your attacker by the front of his shirt, lifting him off his feet as he brings him face to face with him; you see San’s jaw clench, his hands balling into fists.

‘How fucking dare you try to come anywhere near my wife,’ he growls, shadows coalescing behind him.

You can tell he’s about to say something else, but he stops as the man, trembling and fruitlessly clawing at San’s fingers, wets himself. Your husband’s lip curls in disgust, and he drops him at your feet, pressing him down onto his knees and yanking his head up so he is forced to look up at you. Bending down, you breathe in the sheer fear permeating the air, a soft smile on your face.

‘Now, answer the question.’

‘You’re not his wife,’ he whispers, pale.

‘Oh, but I am,’ you sneer. ‘But that’s not the only role I occupy.’

Slowly, his face drains of colour, horror rippling across it as it slowly dawns on him. He recoils in San’s grasp, scrabbling at the floor in a sorry attempt to put distance between you; he has finally realised who you are and he acts like fucking coward, his mouth gaping wide in a silent plea. Unhurried, you fish the knife out from the pool, twirling it around your thumb before gliding it gently over the skin of his throat.

‘I’m getting impatient.’

‘I - I - the guards, they were distracted upon your arrival, I snuck in at the southern perimeter, please don’t - ’

His words dissolve into a weak gurgle when you slice open his throat. Blood gushes from the seams of the wound, dribbling from his lips, and you step back as he tips forward, landing with a wet thump face first on the wooden floor. Glancing up at San, you sigh before getting back in the pool. One of his shadows carries the body away and your husband tugs his clothes off and slides into the water beside you, pulling you into his chest.

‘He did not hurt you, I presume?’

You snort. ‘He tried.’

San’s fingers run thoughtfully up and down your arm. ‘I’ll talk to the guards. I probably shouldn’t have put Jisung on dusk duty while he was recovering from that fever.’

You nod but don’t answer, instead pressing a kiss to his collarbone. He hums, tipping his head back to give you more access as you mouth at his skin, letting your palms wander over his shapely chest, grip his broad shoulders, skim his waist; you trace the many scars all over his body, and he allows you to, his strong hands gripping your hips when you settle in his lap.

He curses low at the feel of your teeth sinking into the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, his hips jerking upwards, and you both groan at the sensation of the underside of his cock grazing your clit. Smirking, you let your tongue lave over the spot where you bit, pressing a kiss to his jaw and pulling back as his hands tighten their grip on your ass.

‘Missed you too, Sannie. Good to know how much you missed me.’

‘So fucking bratty,’ he hisses.

A thrill shoots through you as he stands, the water sluicing in rivulets down the planes of his chest, lifting you and laying you on the edge of the pool, pinning your knees to the wood and spreading you open. The crude way he looks at you is all consuming, his eyes surveying you from where he stands with the water to his mid thigh, watching as you pussy clenches at the sight of him towering over you.

San remains there, just looking at you, and you curve your spine, almost whining in attempt to make him touch you without you asking for it. His lips quirk to the side as you squirm, trying to inch your hips down so you can grind against him, but his fingers tighten on you, refusing you.

‘What is it you require of me, love?’

Finding your attempts unsuccessful, you huff, glaring at him. He loves to do this, make you articulate exactly what you want from him - he likes the flush that heats your cheeks, your body still shy even after all your years with him, he likes the breathy noises you make when he forces you to tell him just what you desire when all you can think of is his dick, he likes it when you can’t  help but beg him.

‘Y - your fingers,’ you mumble. ‘And your cock.’

‘Say that louder for me, sweetheart, I didn’t catch the last bit.’

‘Your fingers and your fucking cock,’ you snap - a sorry endeavour at trying to hide how much you love when he inflicts this upon you.

San raises an eyebrow, not moving to touch you. Waiting.

‘Please,’ you add.

He smiles. ‘There we go. Wasn’t so hard, was it?’

Your mouth opens to retort, but he slips his fingers inside you, and your back bows, a soft moan leaving your lips as he sweeps his thumb over your clit, his other hand palming your breasts, his tongue dragging over your skin. Burying your hands in his hair, you tug, making him groan low and deep as you pull him closer.

Delectably, his fingers curl, and you ache for him. San has ruined you for anyone else, he is branded onto your soul and also your body, fading marks from your last time together still slightly visible on your throat - a necklace of love bites, laying claim to you. He catches your chin as he brings you closer to the edge, tasting your moans on his tongue, grinding his palm against your clit.

You keen, coming hard around him, chest heaving, and he smirks, holding your waist as shudders wrack your legs from the aftershocks. The fire in his eyes burns ever brighter, so hot you feel your stomach go molten - your hands tighten on his shoulders, nails raking over his back, your tongue unable to form anything other than his name.

‘You’re always so willing to behave once your pussy’s full, hm?’

‘No, I,’ you start, but cry out when he pinches your clit in warning, the muscles of your thighs jumping as it lances through you, white hot. ‘Y - yes, yes, I am, please - ’

In one fluid movement, San buries himself inside you, sheathing himself until his hips kiss yours. Catching you wrists in his hand, he pins them above your head, and your back arches as he pulls out, agonisingly slowly, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging on your walls before slamming back in, tearing a cry of his name from your chest. Tugging your legs up from where they were wrapped around his waist, he hooks your knees over his shoulders - the new angle makes you sob, writhing beneath him as his cock head drives into perfection, drives you to euphoria.

Sometimes, San makes love to you, but not tonight: tonight he fucks into you mercilessly, traces of possessiveness lacing his actions as he litters your skin with bites, his hands leaving exquisite bruises on your hips. Pleasure tears through you like an arrow through your heart, white hot and maddening, ravenous.

‘You fit around my cock so well,’ he pants. ‘Like you were made for me, sweetheart.’

Something snaps inside you at his words, and as if he senses it, San presses his thumb down hard on your clit, speeding up his thrusts until the air is punched from your lungs. Stars flash before your eyes, and your mouth falls open, toes curling as you come on his cock, your cunt convulsing around him, thighs twitching; he doesn’t stop, just continues ploughing into you, and you tremble, tears slipping down your cheeks at the relentless pound of his hips into yours.

With a gasp, he pulls out and comes over your stomach, his wide shoulders rising and falling with heaving breaths, and you groan as he eases you back into the warm water, a hand cupping the back of your neck as he tucks your head under his chin, sliding his softening cock into you again. Wrapping your arms around him, you press a kiss to his jaw and rest your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

‘How do you feel, my love?’

You nuzzle your face into his shoulder. ‘Good. Really fucking good.’

He laughs, and you bask in the sound of his happiness and the comfort of his warm skin against yours. San’s hands run up and down your spine, soothing, and you smile sleepily; you are home, reunited with your other half, the missing part of your soul.

With San, you are complete.

[rayroseu]

Meleanor Expressions 🥺💚💖💞✨

The last two is from @alchemivich but most of these was my full body edits based on these tweet

sorry if theres any mistake 😩💥

her tearing up expression might be the closest thing we have, to see how Malleus will cry 😭😭💔💔💔 (rn i dont really see Malleus as a "loud/expressive crier" (like Lilia) but who knows lol i feel like a resigned crying where you let the tears fall silently feels more aligned to his depression about eternal loneliness. i dont think even in his downfall (after his overblot), he wont cry loudly, because thats how Malleus has always been, even if hes increadibly sad, "he never expresses extreme emotions about it" (him freezing a castle as a child bcs he couldnt understand why hes alone/feeling lonely but it isnt said that he cried, how in Lilias party he was casting a blizzard at how devastated he is about Lilias situation but never crying, how he disregards his "childhood tantrums" as being immature even though he knows children have rights to cry (what he says to Silver but never himself)) but theres a certain sense of freedom if he does cry loudly though,, like Riddle who had pent up emotions up until the end of his overblot😭

[hanafubukki]

He has them all over his room 🥹💞 and imagine? These are the ones we see in his room in Diasomnia.

His room back in Briar Valley has many more given all the traveling Lilia has done over the century and decades and all the ones he brought back for him since he was a child 😭💚🫶

If they give this moment to us in an event or main story?? I will never stop crying 😭 You’ll never hear me shut up.

If Malleus cries over it?? If this happens in book 7 or the one after? I’ll turn to dust over all the feels 💞🥹

…omg?? What if they give this to us in an event after book 7??? I REALLY WILL CRY 😭

[drysdalesworld]

completely serious

jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader

ik the third pic is him wearing a ducks jersey but there’s nothing really of him in flyers gear that fit what i was looking for, so let’s just pretend <3

y/n.hughes just posted!

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y/n.hughes: to a new era baby! hope philly treats you well 🧡🧡 (please take care of him flyers or i will violently cry)

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trevorzegras: i too will violently cry

lhughes_06: so this is where you took your impromptu trip to

y/n.hughes: & what about it

userone: still can’t believe it tbh 😭

yourbestie: she very much will! philadelphiaflyers

yourroommate: she cried upon hearing the news

philadelphiaflyers: we will take great care of jamie! do not worry 🧡

philadelphiaflyers: we will make sure to water him daily & make sure he gets enough sunlight 🫡

usertwo: stopp!! the way they are describing him as a house plant 😂 i cant

mfrost16: we’ll take him out on walks too!

userthree: now he’s a dog 😭😭

userfour: i mean he did bark his first game with the flyers userthree

jackhughes: i will not be picking up the pieces if she starts to violently sob

lhughes_06: you never do

_quinnhughes: i do that

_quinnhughes: when have you ever done that bro

jackhughes: i feel attacked rn

userfive: the way the flyers flew BOTH y/n & jamie’s parents out for his first game 😭😭 warms my heart

usersix: they did?

userfive: yep! during his post game interview, someone asked if the flyers flew anyone else out for jamie & he said that he wouldn’t play if they didn’t fly y/n out as well! (jokingly of course)

usersix: that’s so freaking cute 😖

jamie.drysdale: i was completely serious userfive

philadelphiaflyers: he, in fact, was completely serious userfive

userseven: UGH GOALS 💞💞

usereight: they’ll treat him well y/n!

jamie.drysdale: i’ll miss you so much love 🤍 i’ll have the flyers fly you out whenever (& if not, then i will)

y/n.hughes: i’ll miss you more!! im so so proud of you & can’t wait to see the amazing things you’ll accomplish in philly ❤️❤️

philadelphiaflyers: y/n’s apart of the team already! we’ll fly her out whenever you want jim! just say the word ✈️✈️

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y/n.hughes: jamie photo dump during these trying & sad times

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trevorzegras: the fifth picture is evil y/n. why you got to do my boy like that? (please send it to me asap)

y/n.hughes: check your messages babes 😚

trevorzegras: bless girl hughes 🙏🙏

userone: another shoe tying pic!!!

lhughes_06: uhhh, why am i not tagged in the sixth pic?? i so graciously taught your bf how to wake board & this is the thanks i get??

y/n.hughes: thank you so much luke for teaching my boyfriend how to wake board & almost kill him in the process 😑

lhughes_06: i am an amazing teacher! he did not almost die

jackhughes: dude, you almost broke his nose when you both went down after YOU jumped on him

lhughes_06: i do not recall such a thing

jamie.drysdale: i will let the fifth picture slide just this once bc i miss & love you so much 🥰 (also, almost died in the last pic 💀)

jackhughes: SEE!! lhughes_06

lhughes_06: 🎶 i cant see i’m blinnndddd🎶👨‍🦯

y/n.hughes: love & miss you more 🤍🫶🏼

_quinnhughes: the lake house that summer will forever be burned into my brain

usertwo: in a good way? 😀

userthree: THE FUCKING ‘I ❤️ MY GIRLFRIEND’ TSHIRT 😫😫😫😫😫

yourroommate: i specifically remember the first pic like it was yesterday

userfour: babes spill! what happened!!

yourroommate: y/n was not having a good week so jamie flew out for the weekend & showed up with flowers & wearing that exact shirt userfour

yourbestie: he said, and i quote, “i saw this shirt on tiktok & though you’d like it” & y/n proceeded to cry :) userfour yourroommate

y/n.hughes: why am i and my bf being exposed in this comment thread?? 🙃

userfive: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE GOLF PIC 😫😫

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caption: from #6 to #9, here’s to new beginnings! jamie.drysdale

[berrymarkie]

hiii can you do ten x virgin!reader 🥹 your taeyong and jaemin fics are so fcking gooddd i cried 😭

virgin | ten

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thank you for the request, i hope this is good. btw thank you so much you’re so sweet! 😭💞 this took a bit longer than expected so i apologize for that! 🙂‍↕️

genre : smut , fluff

it’s been 3 weeks since you last saw your boyfriend ten. although you can go days without seeing him, weeks are harder on you. he’s on a business trip with his parents. they usually leave him at home but this time was different as they were going to his hometown. you’ve been visiting friends today, finally arriving home at around 11.

as you walk into your bedroom you see a figure on your bed. your heart drops at the sight, not knowing who was in your room. but your worries turns into excitement when you realize that it’s your boyfriend. “you didn’t tell me you’d be back early.” you say and crawl onto the bed to hug him.

“i missed you so much.” ten whines as he squeezes you gently.

“i missed you too, but please tell me you didn’t leave your parents early just to come see me.” you sigh and pull away from the hug to look at him. he laughs nervously and rubs the back of his neck.

“hey! that’s where you were raised and you leave this early?” you push his shoulder gently and frown at him. “it was worth it, i got to do what i wanted to do. besides i’d choose you over staying there any day.” he smiles and kisses your cheek. you look at him with a small smile and nod. “okay then.”

he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your lips gently, moving his hands up and down. you kiss him slowly, your hands finding their way to his hair. you run your fingers through his hair slowly, still moving your lips against his.

he pulls away from the kiss and pulls you onto his lap, his hands starting to trail up into your shirt as he rubs your waist. “what’d you do when i was gone?” he asks while looking at you with a smile.

you pause for a second to think. “honestly, nothing really.” you laugh softly. he chuckles and looks at you for a moment. “i really missed you.” he says and kisses you again, one of his hands moving up to touch your cheek.

the kiss you two exchange become rougher. you feel his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, causing you to smile slightly. he took that as his chance to slip his tongue closer to yours. his tongue brushes against yours as you keep kissing, the kiss quickly becoming sloppy.

he pushes you off his lap gently and lays you onto the bed, leaning down to kiss your neck. “why do you always smell so damn good.” he whispers into your ear in between kisses. giggling softly, you rest your hand in his hair. his breathing quickens as he continues giving kisses on your neck. you can feel something hard pressing against your thigh as he pulls you closer to him.

he pulls away from your neck but keeps his face nuzzled in it, breathing heavily. “hey baby?” he pants. “yeah?” you ask while playing with his hair.

“do you think you’re ready?” he asks, pulling away from your neck and looking at you. “for what?” you ask, confused on what he’s talking about.

“you know…” he trails off, his eyes wandering away from your face. you soon realize what he’s talking about, taking a second to think about it.

“yeah, i am.” you say while looking at him. he immediately looks up at you and nods. he moves his hands to the bottom of your top, looking at you for permission to take it off. you nod and he pulls your shirt off of you. your chest is now partially bare, covered by a light pink bra.

you haven’t been this exposed to him ever, he takes in the sight of your cleavage for a moment before pulling his own shirt off. his bare torso and tattoos can be seen in the dim light of the room.

his hands find their way to your chest, gently holding and squeezing your boobs through your bra. he leans down and starts to kiss on your chest while keeping eye contact with you. starting to suck gently, leaving hickeys along your chest.

he pulls away and pushes down your pants, revealing the matching pink panties underneath. a long breath escaping his lips as he looks at you, taking in the sight of you so vulnerable underneath him. unlike before, you’d stop him when he would try to undress you.

he lays next to you and rubs your thigh gently, brushing his finger against your panties. you hold onto his free hand as he pulls off your panties. “you sure about this? we can stop now.” he says and looks at you, his hand reaching closer to your cunt. “i’m sure.” you say softly, he nods in response.

his finger rubs against your folds, spreading the wetness around and onto your clit. he rubs your clit slowly, looking between your face and your pussy. you look at him and hide your face in the blanket close to him. he chuckles a bit and keeps rubbing his fingers against you, eventually rubbing around your hole. he pushes one finger in slowly causing you to whimper. it hurt a bit but it was bearable.

“never been touched like this before? hm?” he whispers and starts to move his finger in and out. you gasp softly at the feeling of his finger in and out of you. your eyes shut as he speeds up, concentrating on the pleasure that is being given to you.

“cmon baby, you gonna cum huh?” his voice low and stern. you nod and whimper as you feel yourself getting close. he adds another finger inside of you and moves them in and out even faster.

you clench around his fingers as you feel yourself cumming. throwing head back into pillow with a whimper, you pant. “was that your first time cumming?” he asks you softly.

“no but, it’s never felt that good.” you breathe out. he chuckles and kisses your cheek. after letting you rest for a bit, ten sits up and pulls off his pants. he sits beside you and pulls off his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

he looks at you with desire in his eyes as he moves closer to you. you find yourself having a hard time looking away from his cock once you look at it. “i don’t think it will fit” you say nervously.

“don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.” he says and gets on top of you again. his tip brushes against your thigh as he leans down to kiss your lips. you kiss him back until you feel him rubbing himself against your slit, pulling away from the kiss enough to catch his breath.

“you ready?” he asks. you nod and grab his hand to hold. you look up at his face, getting ready for whatever it would feel like. he smiles softly and starts to push in slowly. his eyes squeeze shut as he comes in contact with your warmth. you wince at the feeling, he’s stretching you more than his fingers did. it causes a burning sensation to set in.

he doesn’t move for a moment but then starts to push in again, adding more and more length slowly. your eyes start to tear up due to the pain. he sees this and quickly kisses your cheeks, making sure not to move into you anymore.

“you wanna stop? it’s okay if you do.” he says and pushes your hair out of your face gently. “i wanna keep going.” you say softly, breathing heavily. he nods and starts to push in a bit more. you’re full on crying now, tears flowing from your eyes because of the overwhelming amount of pain.

he leans down and kisses the tears on your cheeks, starting to rub your palm gently. “tell me when i can move.” he says and starts kissing your neck, hoping to distract you from the pain.

a few minutes go by with him staying completely still, not moving at all but still keeping his lips on your neck. “you can move now.” you whisper. he nods and stops kissing your neck, slowly starting to add more of his length into you. your breath quickens as the pain starts to rise again. he pulls away from your neck and looks at you.

the feeling of him filling you up is overwhelming and you start to squeeze his hand. “i can’t.” you choke out. he shakes his head and shushes you. “shh, i know you can take it.” he whispers and smiles.

“i’m gonna put it in all the way, you ready?” he asks you and rubs your hand. you bite the inside of your cheek and nod. he pushes into you completely, bottoming out into you. “fuck.” he groans when he feels the tightness around him.

he stays still again, letting you get used to his size. “you can move.” you say and grip onto his hand again, preparing to feel pain again. he starts to move in and out of you gently, breathing heavily.

“so so tight.” he grunts and keeps the same pace. the pain faded into pleasure quickly. he slowly starts to move in and out of you quicker. “does that feel good now?” he pants, making you nod quickly.

“faster please.” you whimper quietly. he smiles and starts to thrust into you faster. the room becoming filled with wet slapping noises as he fucks into you. “let me hear you baby, dont be so quiet.” he groans and shakes his head.

suddenly, his thrusts become rougher. now reaching deeply in a way that causes your legs to go weak. you let out a soft moan as he thrusts into you deeper, your body getting pushed up into the pillows more with every movement.

your eyes flutter shut tightly, your whole body starting to shake as you get closer to cumming. you look up at him, taking in the sight of his messy hair. you push his hair away from his forehead but quickly retracting your hand to grip onto his shoulder as he hits deeper into you.

he looks down at your stomach, groaning as he sees the bulge of his cock in your stomach. “look at that.” he says and grabs your legs, putting them on his shoulders. you look down to see the bulge in your stomach, then laying head back on pillow while whimpering.

“where do i cum?” he asks while still moving into you. “wherever you want.” you manage to say, your hand leaves his shoulder to grip onto the bedsheets tightly.

with one final thrust, he groans and you feel his warm cum flowing into you. his head falls to the side of your neck, still thrusting a bit. you whine as you feel yourself starting to cum as well. your body now going limp after reaching your high.

he moves down and starts to kiss your chest. his kisses turn into gentle sucks, working on making the previous marks he left even darker. you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath.

he pulls away from your neck and leans back, slowly pulling out of you while looking down at your pussy. his cum drips out slowly, staining the bedsheet underneath.

he lays next to you and pulls you closer. “you did so good, i love you.” he smiles softly and kisses your cheek.

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note . . .

thank you so much for all the support on my previous posts! i was expecting to get like 15 likes on each post MAX… so this is really cool <3 more requests would be really appreciated right now, i have no ideas at all tbh. 😭