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otkuhotgirl · 24 days ago

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─── 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 .

# with portgas d. ace.

the mera mera no mi had a dozen benefits — setting your walls alight was but one of them.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, (late) day five. smut (mdni!). temperature play. devil-fruit usage. oral (reader!receiving). fingering. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 2.4k.

portgas d. ace had fed himself with a fruit that granted him particularities similar to those of a furnace. fire coursed through his veins — oftentimes he mused the thought that it had burned whichever cells connected him to his father still. heat gave him a reputation; an untouchable anatomical state. fire fist ace, the fearsome second-in-command. flames and warmth were but a weapon and he never thought of it beyond that. until he found that the feelings labored for you burned brighter than whatever spark his fingers conjured.

lust first settled during the search for akagami no shanks — the man who had saved his younger brother’s life. amidst ice and torrid snow, you stood: a single thread of life with a clear distaste for the cold. hunched, trembling figure whose knees were pressed to one’s chest, cursing through parted lips, at the corner in an attempt to disappear from sight. when ace sat by your side, heat emanating from his flesh, you immediately pressed yourself against him, hiding your face as you clung to his arm. he had laughed then, hugging you until the trembling ceased, growing hotter at the sound of your relieved sigh.

the second time had been during a sudden — yet common — change in the weather at the approach of a winter island. ace had no intentions of lingering there whatsoever, and briefly instructed his crew to be swift in their business. you opted to remain on the ship, covered in tides of blankets with a lukewarm cup of untouched coffee in hand. ace wordlessly set a place behind you, nervous, yet smooth, as he pressed his palms over your shoulders and began an amateurish massage. he feared the prospect of his physical strength causing you pain, yet you merely leaned into his touch, moaning with your eyes closed as the shared warmth coursed through your body. ace thought himself vicious; disgusting; for he had felt a sudden twitch in his cock at the sounds.

at last, the snap came once he mingled with the whitebeard pirates, his past crewmates choosing to linger; accepting the shift in captains. you were bedridden, and marco had commented that heat could increase the comfort during menstrual cramps. ace caught on the words left unsaid, and offered, once again, to be your soothing warmth; your healing flame. you sounded grateful altogether, and had no problems falling asleep in his arms whatsoever, allowing his hands to be placed on the external root of your pain. sharing the bed had been enough for you to claim one another; to officiate the clear-as-day relationship born from reciprocal love.

although things had changed ever-since — from endless travels to foreign lands, to the survival of a terrible war —, ace’s hidden desire regarding his devil-fruit persevered. it was shown regardless of the weather, twitching erection even in alabasta, when sweat pooled on your cleavage; when he’d see you swimming, sea-salt clinging to your flesh; or the particular instances of quietness, when his fingers would travel through your body until they found your clit. oftentimes, when his cock was lost amidst your warm walls, perhaps out of sheer instinct, he’d find himself increasing the temperature of it, if only to access your reaction. a complicated gamble; the fear of maiming, alight fire born from his excitement. yet, you remained restless, as though understanding that he had a fair share of thoughts unshared. ace feared the moment in which you’d corner him, for he’d cave to your every desire.

he sighed, clicking his tongue in deep thought. the second thereafter, ace all but choked on his food, punching his chest with certain strength. he half-noted the glass of water placed on the table, and spat a final chunk of meat at a particularly harsh slap on his back. ace’s hand gripped the cup and he chugged the liquid, tear-filled eyes observing your figure — sitting on the other side of the small table, an interested expression on your face.

“careful now, hotstuff,” you scolded, and he flushed at the name. “where have you gone this time?”

the question had increased in frequency since the death of whitebeard — his chosen father. ace was unused to the idea of sharing his pain, rather preferring to bottle it up. you respected said decision, yet, more often than not, his prolonged quietness proved itself to be obnoxious. you stated that his thoughts traveled to a place you could not reach, and in said instants, you were forced to scratch the surface of his mind and tether it to the present at hand.

“nowhere important,” ace answered, clearing his throat. you merely raised an eyebrow, well aware of the poor-crafted lie. he gave in, unable to withstand the expectating — borderline disappointed — look on your face. “promise not to be creeped out?”

“by you?” the question posed itself as though a joke; incredulous. “ace—”

“i know,” he interrupted through a sigh. “still, i would hate to leave you uncomfortable.”

“try me,” you encouraged, nothing but love explicit through your features.

ace stretched his hand, palm facing you. he coaxed your approach with a movement of his index, tensing once your wrist was pressed against his skin. he was hesitant — fearful, even — when he activated his devil-fruit, a tempting and gradual increase in his temperature. you hummed, circling your wrist on his palm, testing the waters.

“warm,” you stated matter-of-factly, tapping your fingers on his arm. ace repeated the previous action, multiplying the valor of warmth; recoiling the flames that threatened to lick your flesh. “warmer.”

ace closed his fingers around your wrist, caressing the tender inches of skin. “is it distressing? painful?”

you chuckled, moving your head in denial. “it’s soothing, ace. it’s you.”

he smiled softly, breathing in order to gather further courage. “would you mind if i tried it elsewhere?”

you blinked, growing quiet for the briefest instance, although that had been enough to bloom certain insecurities within him. ace’s lips parted, tongue prepared to spill a dozen apologies — until your hand pushed the plates and cups aside and you sat on the table, sliding towards him. ace was aghast at your willingness; your excitement.

“now?” you inquired softly, gripping the hem of your dress, legs already crossed.

“you want it now?” a stupid question, truly, when one considered the blown state of your pupils.

“please,” you pleaded, already tugging at the edges of your clothing, raising it over your head.

ace’s hands groped your breasts, cock twitching at the sight and perspective of what could be done with them. his tongue lurked out, swiping a streak of saliva up your chest. you shuddered, to which ace smirked, twitching one of your hardening nipples. his digits grew brighter as a consequence of the shift in his temperature, offering a direct source of warmth to your flesh. he tested the length of his devil-fruit, internal fire reaching the tip of his tongue. ace latched his mouth around the bud, a pathetic rut of his hips following-in-suit as a consequence of your moaning.

he grew hotter, the gradual warmthness of your own skin teasing his nose. when your fingers tugged at his hair, ace’s tongue flicked; mouth applying pressure as he sucked on the flesh of your breast, well-aware of the consecutive loss of control on his powers. it felt as though entering a forest-fire to meet its god in the center, an ever-growing heat embracing your every nerve.

your nipple grew swollen at the attention — heated and pained —, whereas his saliva was a river of liquid flames, setting you alight. his unused hand traveled down your stomach, emerging goosebumps at its temperature. he pushed your back against the table, adoration poured into each featherlight touch. you heard the sound of his knees meeting the ground; felt his palm settling on your hip-bone. a pair of heated fingers traveled through your folds, spreading your essence through the extension of it. you whimpered, for your own pre-cum had its temperature shifted; fire reaching your very core.

ace sucked on your thigh, experienced thumb drawing fast-paced circles on your once neglected clit; bright digit behaving as though the teasing of a lighter. you squirmed, and he needed but a single hand to cage your figure. his lips left a trail of sensitive bruises, before they replaced his thumb, wrapping them around the swollen bud. the tip of his burning index teased your entrance, before he shoved three fingers inside — knuckle-deep — invading your walls with unthought suddenness. you mewled, unused — however excited — with the heat; dripping cunt close to boiling.

he moaned, sending vibrations through your body. his fingers curled inside you, teasing the gummy walls; igniting your g-spot. ace rutted against the air, erection caged in between the fabric of his clothes. regardless, he neglected his own needs for the sake of your own, observing, through his eyelashes, your face contorting in pleasure. ace gripped a fistful of your thighs, the warmth of it enough to burn lonesome inches of hair. when he made a sudden worried move, intending to retreat altogether, you gripped his hair yet again, shoving his face deeper into your cunt.

“d-don’t stop,” you pleaded, trembling legs threatening to close themselves around his head.

he moaned, setting a vigorous pace. his tongue ventured through your folds, nose buried deep; teasing your clit. ace moved his head to the sides, dragging your warm essence through his chin and mouth. his tongue drew a luscious, famished stripe before he sucked on the swollen, burning clit, nearly tearing up at the saltiness coating his palate.

“fuck, babe, you taste so good,” he groaned, voice coming out muffled, for the ministrations of his mouth remained. you moaned at the compliment, arching your back at the retreat of his fingers — nails at your entrance — before he shoved them inside yet again, a relentless pace that had your cunt squeezing the digits, dripping down his palm.

your entire figure trembled, thighs caging him, feet sliding down his muscular back. ace’s tongue was molten-fire against your clit, zigzagging around it, his face covered in specks of burning pre-cum — growing reddish at the prolonged contact. curling toes; ruthless tug at his hair. he drowned on your cunt, mouth claiming every drop of your essence while his fingers abused your g-spot.

your voice was a broken choir whose words were all but variations of his name. it flared up his ego, had him switching to shove a burning tongue inside your clenching cunt; fingers parting your folds open as a set of two circled around your clit. he all but slurped; humped the air. a wet patch stained his pants, and one could smell the stench of burning fabric as he pre-cum escaped past his tip, a tide of wild flames.

“ace, ‘m close,” you mewled, breathing out heavily, eyes tethered to the sight of his soaked face.

he retreated his lips for the briefest second to press a searing, burning kiss on your entrance, smirking at your drawn-out moan. the pace of his fingers on your clit increased, and ace bit on your outer labia, his other hand pinching on your trembling thigh.

“cum for me, love,” he encouraged, yet again shoving a warm tongue inside, his chin and nose buried in your cunt.

the knot unraveled itself, and your orgasm tore you from inside-out, drowning his face. ace chased it, famished mouth claiming every droplet of cum that fell on his awaiting tongue, his fingers working still as he stimulated the tides of your high. with a final stripe of the warm muscle, ace leaned his face backwards, licking his lips and tracing the cum that lingered on his chin. he shoved a thumb inside his mouth, sucking the rest of it; removing the finger with a pop. his flesh had a shade pale pink where your essence had touched.

ace spread your legs and got on his feet, eyes tethered to the sight of your bare body on the table, sweat-etched skin glistening under the natural light. “it was a delicious appetizer.”

you laughed then, opening your arms — a solace, whose walls he could rest within. ace’s glance softened ever-so-slightly at the sound, and his chest leaned forward, drawn by your sentence. “come and get the main course, hotstuff.”

his fingers fidgeted with buttons, zippers and straps, a loud groan following-in-suit when his erection slapped against his stomach. swollen, leaking tip sensitive enough to make him hiss due to the merest brush of the wind. ace buried his face on your neck, licking the sweat off your flesh as his hand blindly aligned his shaft with your entrance. the girth slid in with fair easiness, the reminiscing drops of your previous orgasm mingling; enveloping the neglected head.

when ace bottomed out, the pair of you moaned in unison. your nails dug on his back as his hips set a languid pace, flushed tip reaching deep into your g-spot. his cock was a conflagration, forcing your walls to match the absurd temperature, shared heat enhancing both of your senses; increasing the sensitivity. the legs of the table complained at every harsh, wild thrust, balls slapping your ass as he hammered himself inside — sudden retreat of the tip; aggressive shove of the base until he had you filled with his girth. you babbled a sequence of compliments that had him twitching; drooling inside.

your legs wrapped around his waist, and both his hands settled themselves on the back of your thighs. his mouth sang luscious moans as his tongue and teeth bruised the skin of your neck — visible marks; explicit claim of what was his. ace’s pace grew erratic at the approach of his orgasm, the warmth leaving him sensitive to the point of embarrassment. your walls sucked him in, a famished, selfish lover that wished for nothing but to milk him dry.

when he pressed his forehead against yours, the act itself held an intimacy he once could ever dream of having with another, and the act itself soothed the once miserable soul of a child unwanted. ace breathed out into your mouth, words failing him as you nodded, increasing the strength of your legs around him.

“cum inside,” you cried out, raking your nails down his tattooed back. “want it—want you, all of you.”

ace struggled to keep his eyes open as he shot his load into you. it was of an alarming heat, leaving a lingering burning sensation on his tip. you mewled, sobbing as fire incarnated smeared your sensitive walls, leaving but a trail of metaphorical ashes in its wake. ace pressed butterfly-kisses on your face, lips claiming dried tears and accumulated sweat. his thrusts assumed a slower pace, a final chase of his high until the both of you were left a frail, exhausted mingle of bodies. his hands left your thighs; your legs fell, limp, dangling from the table.

the merest glance at your lover’s face had your eyes widening, hands pushing his chest. “don’t you dare, ace! the table will break—”

he collapsed into you, shifting your bodies at the last second. wood gave in to his weight, and his back all but met the ground, arms encircling your figure as your side was pressed to his chest. ace caressed your ass, mumbling about how he needed to clean you properly — and snoring thereafter.

you snorted, caressing his cheek. “sleep well, hotstuff.”

— 🐈‍⬛ : happy late kinktober, time is a concept!

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lina-lovebug · 11 months ago

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New Years Kiss

Orm Marius x fem! reader

Orm Marius couldn't admit he liked you.

As the son of King Orvax, he was prideful, cunning, malicious and stubborn. He always knew he'd have to fight for his throne, and because of that reality, he's spiteful.

But he's also Atlannas' son. He never spent much time thinking of how they both cared to the brink of it hurting them, or how his love was displayed in actions whilst hers was in encouraging her son to do better with his newfound freedom. In looks, he is his mothers son, but his pride held onto him steadfast.

"(Y/N) is coming."

"(Y/N)?"

Arthur mused, "oh now someone's paying attention."

Orm said nothing but rolled his eyes. His elder brother, Arthur, had a habit of teasing him. Sure, he had grown used to it and had his own retorts, but it had only gotten worse since Arthur figured out that Orm has a crush.

On a human.

"She's hosting, so you better not fuck this up."

Orm sneered, "what are you talking about?"

"New Years Kiss, little bro!" He went to mess up his hair, but Orm dodged him, "when the clock strikes midnight, humans have a tradition of sharing a kiss," Mera explained to him whilst feeding Jr..

"I don't know why you're telling me this because I have no intentions of courting her-"

"When you sound like that, you don't," Arthur cut in, his voice loud even from the kitchen.

Orm is Atlantean, (Y/N) is human.

Logically, it would never work out.

So why even try?

But even as Orm would remind himself of such a glaring difference, the thought would vanish the moment he saw her. He had seen hundreds of Atlantean women in his time, even mermaids, but somehow they were dull in his eyes compared to her. She wasn't just different because she's human, but she genuinely cared about everyone around her. He first claimed she was strange for giving her food to the homeless, or how she was odd for asking the barista how her day was.

Because it's a pure act of innocence that he hadn't seen in a long time.

And its what drew him in even further.

Despite his claims, Orm still found himself picking off any piece of lint or fur on his clothing and made sure he smelt just like that candle she loved so much.

And a dash of that cologne that Arthur wears.

"Oh, he just keeps growing! Jr, I thought we talked about this. You need to stay cute forever," (Y/N) loved seeing Jr.. Her face lit up in joy anytime she saw the little prince, and Orm felt a pang of jealousy.

Then realized.

He's jealous of a toddler.

"Help yourself! The potato skins are almost done," You had done the most to avoid Orms intense gaze but with those eyes? It was nearly impossible.

"Orm, how was your Christmas?" You asked, a tad bit nervous as he came inside and took his shoes off. He was always respectful of your home.

"Arthur gave me a fish."

"Did you name it?"

He looked at you for a moment, ". . .his name is Triton."

His deadpan voice with that line made you smile, and you brought out a small box from your back.

"What's this?" He asked carefully, watching it in your hand.

"Well since I couldn't make it for Christmas, I thought you could have it today," you explained, a small feeling bubbling in your stomach. You saw it and immediately thought of him, but never saw Orm wear jewelry a day in his life.

"It's for me?" He felt his heart skip a beat as he took it carefully and unwrapped it. It was a small box and went it opened up, his pupils dilated at the gift inside.

"I know how it feels to not be able to go home," you explained as he pulled it out of the box, admiring it, "so I thought you'd like something that reminds you of it."

It's a ring with carefully carved ocean waves along the side. You could relate to Orm in that way - being exiled. Well, it wasn't exactly exile, but it was always one way or the highway with your parents.

Choosing your own happiness came with a cost.

"And it's stainless steel, so it won't tarnish in the water," I added nervously.

"It's beautiful," he finally spoke up, slipping it on his right hand. He met your gaze with a nervous smile, "you didn't have to-"

"(Y/N), I think the potato skins are burning!"

"Fuck!" You shouted, running to the kitchen. Orm admired the ring for a bit longer, enjoying the warmth it brought it him before joining the others.

The evening was quite eventful, to say the least.

Arthur ate half of the food all whilst sharing pictures of Jr., and then Mera had started to feel ill. You apologized if something was overcooked or undercooked, but Mera insisted she had been feeling off all day.

Leaving you and Orm.

Alone.

He sat on the couch like a stuff board, suddenly hyperaware of his own breathing and kept glancing at you across the couch.

"I-"

"What-"

You chuckled, "sorry. You first."

Orm said softly, "it is nothing of importance. Please."

"Want to see the fireworks? It's almost midnight," Orm hadn't heard much of them before being banished to the surface. Only that they were loud and he refused to go outside.

But for you?

He'd say yes.

Since it was cold outside, you grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around you before slipping on shark slippers.

"I'm sorry if this has been a rough New Years Eve. I'm usually a better cook than tonight," you apologized, "I've just been feeling weird lately."

"Is it a human sickness?" Orm questioned, still keeping a small distance from you, for fear his heart might burst from his chest.

You blushed lightly, taking a small step closer to him, "something like that."

"Well. . .I hope you feel better."

Dense as always.

You took the initiative to step closer to him, your hands keeping themselves on the railing of your porch. The wood creaked lightly, and Orm wanted nothing more than to hold your hands.

"Humans get cold easily, correct?" He knew this but wanted to sound dumber for this.

"Yeah, why?" You asked, looking up at him.

He said nothing else but gathered your hands in his, cupping them together. You faced him but looked down, completely sure your face was scarlet.

"Guess I should have worn gloves," you muttered.

"I like it better this way," Orm confessed, meeting your gaze in your own shock.

It's now or never, he thought.

"I hated your kind," what a fucking way to start, "and what you did to the ocean. I wanted to blame all of you, for surely no one was innocent. . .but I have never seen something so pure in their efforts. You are shameless with your kindness, and it used to befuddle me. Why would anyone do things without expectations? Nothing to return back?"

"Orm," you breathed out. Surely he wasn't going to say it? Surely the fucking Prince of Atlantis didn't fall for a land dweller?

"You're incredible," He confessed, a small smile teasing at his lips, "You're the best of your people, and. . .and I. . ." He felt like words couldn't describe what he felt.

So he led with action, and kissed you.

His lips were nothing like you'd imagined. They were soft, and supple against your own, which you were lucky enough to remember your strawberry chapstick today. You leaned further into the kiss, and one hand came up to cradle your cheek. He wanted to continue on, memorize your lips against his - the very euphoria it brought him.

But a loud bang separated you both.

The fireworks started, bright reds, greens, blues - all lighting up the sky. You leaned your head against his chest with a laugh, "that scared the shit out of me."

His arms wrapped around your frame, ensuring your warmth as the colors in the sky danced in his eyes.

"I was your New Years kiss," He said absent-mindedly, and you looked up at him.

"Did Arthur tell you to plan this?"

He chuckled, "oh no. He may be older but he's not that smart."

"You're so mean," you playfully smacked his chest.

"But never to you," He planted a loving kiss on your forehead, silently thanking his brother for having Mera fake her illness so that he could do this.

I'm a fucking dumbass. I wrote this but passed out at 1am 🤦‍♀️

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vishnavishivaa · 27 days ago

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Nainowale Ne (Sequel to Ajab Si Adaayein)

The entire OS is here, centered on the song Nainowale Ne from Padmavat.

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Nainowale ne

Maadhavi could not sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, his brown eyes, sparkling with the colours of life shone in her memory. She was entirely captivated, and she had not heard the man speak even once. Heck, she knew nothing about him, and yet... she could not ignore that pesky little feeling, which said that she actually knew everything about him.

Krishna, why this torment?

Nainowale ne, chera man ka pyaala

He had really disturbed her heart, which always thrummed for her Hari, which still did. Her love for Vishnu stayed a constant, and yet, being lost in the eyes of this mystery man did not feel wrong somehow... it felt as if Hari Himself had wanted it.

But why? Maadhavi could feel a pout form on her lips, and she sighed. How was she to ever understand her heart's mischievous plans?

chalkaayi madhushaala

She silenced her snickering mind at the thought of the poetry that was about to spill out loud from her traitorous mouth. The cup of her love had overflowed, it sang teasingly, and she did not want to be that affected. Her cheeks, however, betrayers that they were, turned a deep red at the very thought of his handsome face.

Her unknown stranger's luminous face, whose everything felt like her own.

mera chain rain nain apne saath le gaya

She got up and again fell on her bed, knocking herself on the head with her closed palm. She had gone insane, she felt, especially after seeing him. What was he thinking, taking everything away from her, including her thoughts, emotions and sanity? Who was he to invade her eyes at every turn?

nainowale ne, ahaa

nainowale ne

"Yes, I am well aware that it was his fault, you crazy mind of mine," she said out aloud, rubbing her cheeks when she felt them reddening even further. She closed her face with her hands, sighing at what she believed was unstable behaviour. What was happening to her, and why was she allowing it to happen?

'Who are you to control the flow of fate?' her heart chided, and she nodded. This was true, for fate was His choice. What He wanted, only that happened.

chera man ka pyaala

chalkaayi madhushaala

mera chain rain nain apne saath le gaya

She blew a raspberry on the open air and hid her face in the comfortable, fluffy pillow to her side and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.

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pag pag dolo re... hooo

Maadhavi glared at her feet, which had tripped yet again, as she entered the book store. She had never been a klutz her whole life. She had always walked with firm steps, being a dancer from a young age. However, recently, ever since she had met him, she had become clumsy. She walked in a way that could be described as dance, and she could not change it. While the walking-like dance part came easy, she was yet to adjust entirely to the 'seeing him everywhere' aspect of her life, and thus, the combination caused her to spaz the way she had.

pag pag dolo re, dagmag si main chalti

Maadhavi took a breather at the historic fiction section, sighing. She was swaying in a way she never had before, all because she saw wood that resembled his eye colour. He had really stolen even her common sense, something she mourned a bit dramatically. Could she now walk normally?

She smiled to herself and simply moved one step as if dancing, and giggled quietly. She genuinely felt like she was taking swan-like steps, as Sita and Andal are especially described in Tamizh songs. Anna nadai was a real thing, she mused, turning to grab the book she had been eyeing.

hoon jag mag lau si jalti

tere naino ki kaisi madiraa

"You look so bright today, Dhavi," said Rekha, the middle aged woman who always rang the register in the bookstore. "Like a bright flame, in fact."

Maadhavi blushed, embarassed at the compliment. She could rarely hand compliments well, rather shrinking and hiding when they are given, turning varying shades of pink and red instead. She could not own a compliment, definitely not the way she could own deprecation, especially self-deprecation.

She knew her bright appearance was due to the addiction of his eyes. She had seen the Universe and beyond in them, and there is nothing she could do beyond constantly thinking of them and losing herself in them. Smiling quietly to herself, she shifted to the section on Sanatana Dharma, and froze.

har-thar kaanpoon re tere teer si chippti

Maadhavi had turned bright red, for he stood right opposite her, his eyes as bright as the flame she had been called. He gazed at her unblinking, after taking permission from her once again. Her heart melted, for this man had chosen to take permission from her for gazing at her, the second time as well.

'He will always,' her mind, which was usually much more pragmatic, said. It was clear that even her mind was in line with her heart's thoughts, and she felt the beat of the same thud through her body. She closed her eyes, as if to arrest his own within them, turning away partially due to the utter bashfulness that filled her.

chandan pe naag si lipti

She felt like she needed something to hold her, for the fire that suddenly burned between them was making her body sway. She wanted to lean against something, and let her body willingly burn in the fire that blazed between them. His gaze made her shutter in the best way possible, and she slowly raised her eyes to meet his, blushing yet again and smiling in reflex.

She quietly walked towards him, deciding to move past, when suddenly, something hit her legs and she lost balance.

Yet again.

Before she could right herself, she felt warm, slightly rough hands grab her to balance her. The touch was so familiar, that she did not even need to know who had done it.

She met his eyes again, her cheeks now a permanent red, thanks to him and his closeness and gentleness. His eyes met hers, and they held an apology for touching her without permission. She could feel herself telegraph that it was fine, he had protected her, and saw his face light up in the silent communication they had.

mein behosh tu nasha

aise moh ki dashaa

mera chain rain nain apne saath le gaya

"Hi! I am Shyam," he said softly, his voice the melody of the flute Maadhavi's heart sings in. She knew instantly that this was the blessing of her Krishna, of her Universe, in this form. Yet, suppressing the excitement which suddenly burst through Her, She responded.

"Hi Shyam. I am Maadhavi."

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tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora · 6 months ago

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INTRO POST?!?

Hi my name's Amrita and you're watching

✨me do the most random shit here✨

(I still dk how intro posts work but this was all I had for mera introduction)

They/she

INTP-A

Kanhu is my muse for life

Oh and yea,,I draw and stuff

works by me hewhewhewhiw:

Kanhu pt.1 lil vasant animation!! Tengen Uzui

Kanhu pt.2 Vasant sketch!!

Kanhu pt.3. doodles hsh Poem!

Kanhu pt.4.

Janmashtamiii

Kanhu pt. 5

@yeh-kya-tha - shitposting perhaps?

#huahuahuahuahua #art #Krishna #amrita says stuff #noice

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merakiui · 9 months ago

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MERAAAAAA OMG I HAVENT BEEN ON FOR LIKE ALMOST 2 YEARS????

HOW ARE YOU DOING MY FAV TUMBLR WRITER???

ngl i forgot which anon i am to ur tumblr so like i had to search each one of the anon list until i found the anon i am LMAOAOAOAO

btw btw since ive been inactive for quite long time and also twst too, i missed my beloved octa trios 😔

tbh i found probably one of my scenarios with azul again, its like dim if its yan or not but hear me out expressive-less darling who’s an artist that draw azul from afar. like literally admiring him from afar and no one knows about this but the leech twins did noticed oml… like i can imagine the darling has a painting portraits of azul in every EACH angle like bro darling really admire Azul’s beauty instead of Vil LMAOAOAO

have a great day Mera and ily my fav twst writer~

- 🦐 anon

🦐 ANONNNNNN!!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ HIIIIII OMG HOW HAVE YOU BEEN!!!!!!! I was just thinking of you and wondering if you have been well!!! It's been a while, but I'm also doing well!!! I'm happy you could find which anon you are hehe!!! Welcome back!!!

Speaking of the beloved trio, have you seen the Octavinelle manga!!!!! >w< AAAAAAA the beloveds are now illustrated!!! I'm excited to see the tweels in their mer forms and overblot tako. orz

:O artist darling who draws Azul so often that their room is filled with all of the portraits they've done of him, some finished and others not. Aaaaa and maybe the tweels get a little envious that you show him so much attention. They want you to draw them, too!!! No matter how much they pester you, you never seem to show them any indication that you intend to draw either of them. It seems as if Azul is your one and only muse. <3

#twisted chit chat #🦐 anon #ily2 🦐!!!!!! :D #wishing you a wonderful lovely happy day/night!!!

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chand-ki-priyatama · 6 months ago

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@btw-its-tamanna

To the girl who is "DESIRED" by all....

To the girl jo meri "TAMANNA" hai....

Wishing you a very happy birthday Sakhi

This was the beautiful day when 16 years back this "APSARA" entered earth from the beautiful footsteps of heaven in order to make this mundane place earth somewhat beautiful with her lovely presence....

Starting off with how our friendship bloomed , it's somewhat true that the most beautiful relations are the ones which are most unexpected.... Our friendship has been a Rollercoaster of emotions , we saw many ups and downs , highs and lows but the thing which matters is that we always were and are by each other's side....

Life

It was always been doomed

I always had thousands of wounds

But finding you was like

Finding a shelter in the rain

Finding happiness in pain

Finding water in desert

And when I was divert

You came for me

And held me in a stride

Thus now I'll be always by your side ~Kaya

You are one of the most enchanting girl I have ever met , your angel like eyes see the good in many devils.... One of the most kindest being I have ever seen....

Sometimes you are "Teri aayi, main marjaavan , Zindadi naam tere kar jaavaan" and sometimes you are "Jo main raat hoon toh tu khwab haiJo main khaali panna, tu alfaaz hai"....

Words can't describe how much you mean to me , sometimes you feel as if you have no one but trust me you'll always have a sister figure in me , a friend in me , a girl who's the Elsa to your Anna , a girl who's Anya to your Becky , a girl who's Kaya to your Tamanna....

When I saw the video of your dance on Sawar loon I felt like "काली-काली ज़ुल्फ़ों के फंदे ना डालो हमें ज़िंदा रहने दो, ऐ हुस्न वालों"....

In your words "ek dum swarg se utri hui kokil kanthi apsara lag rahi ho"....

Sometimes I think are you even real cause you are so freaking perfect....

You feel like a daydream dressed in sunshine....

You feel like someone whom I can love and adore to death....

Although you'll always have a "Desirer" in me but I do hope you find your own desirer who'd desire you in ways you can't even think of , who'd love you till you are sick of it....

You are clearly a ray of sunshine in all of our lives and we all cherish and celebrate your existence....

You are the kind of person who's existence must be celebrated everyday and not on just your birthday cause you deserve every amount of love you get and even more....

I know sometimes you feel alone but isn't it the part of growing up , we lose our way , make new ones and navigate our way through a journey named life....

I hope this chapter 16 of your life opens up infinite possibilities , aspirations , and success in your life....

I really do hope that one day we get to meet and even go on a tour together....

You are one of the greatest friend I know and just know that I always am thankful to God for sending a sweet , beautiful and kind person into my life....

That'll be me and you in a few years....

Now I know you love the song Dil besabar by Iqlipse Nova and I love it too

So it will be a pleasure if you sing this song along side me....

"Naajane Mera Mann Kyun Hai Behka

Mujhse Hai Kehta

Tu Hai Jaha Hai Meri Duniya Bhi Wahi

Dil Yeh Besabar Bada Hai

Tere Peeche Pada Hai

Jaane Na Kya Hua Hai

Teri Deewani Ko"....

And now let's come to the gifts for our special birthday girl aka Apsara aka Tammu....

I couldn't do something very special so I did what I could

I wrote you a poem....

I don't know if you like it or not but this contains all my love for you....

Mind you that for this poem completely and utterly you were my muse....

Next I made you a playlist , it's a short one but I'll keep on adding songs to it...

Last but not the least I love you to the moon and back and I can do anything for you

I hope your special day is as special and wonderful as you are.....

So signing off pishachini

~With love always

-Kaya 💗

#Spotify #Tammuuuuu 🦋#Desiblr #desi aesthetic

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thecursedraven · 2 years ago

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A quick Feral Mera Sketch (feat. Luca's design in the back)

Not something she can access outside of the verse where she is all monster, but... thinking about her...

#mera musing #tea.art #chimera #a verrrry non traditionl take on it lol

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m-for-musings · 2 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I know I'm not posting anything, but I swear Honey Webbing is not on hiatus. It's just… I got stuck on a very specific part, so I decided to 'skip' a bit forward. Now I have [the last posted chapter], [a void], [smut], [another void], and [current chapters I'm working on]. As soon as I put it all together, I'll update it. ;-;

"What's the story behind the lyre?" Mera asked, genuine curiosity furrowing her brow. The question caught Minthara off guard, especially given the casual tone with which Mera had started the conversation. Minthara regarded the half-drow for a moment, considering her response. "A spoil from a successful assassination." She replied with a slight shrug, her tone deliberately detached, as if the answer held no significance to her. Mera's eyes widened, a flicker of revulsion crossing her face. "Really?" she exclaimed, incredulous. "You were willing to chase me over something you took from a corpse?" Minthara's lips curled into a faint, amused smile. "And you were willing to be chased over something you took from an abandoned raft," she countered smoothly. A moment of almost comical silence followed as Mera processed the retort. Leaning back on her hands, she turned her gaze away from Minthara and toward the churning waters of the river, her shoulders slumping in quiet concession. "Touché," she finally murmured. A detail that Minthara deliberately withheld from the conversation, though, was that the corpse in question had once been her lover, the high priestess of House Vandree. The memory stirred in her a bitterness that time had never truly dulled. Rumors of treason had swirled around the high priestess, whispers that, due their association, threatened to taint the Baenre name. It didn’t matter if the rumors were backed by evidence or not; the House deemed it unfitting for a Baenre to be associated with a traitor. So, they ordered the high priestess's death, snuffing out any chance for the scandal to spread and tarnish their legacy. Minthara had taken the lyre, perhaps out of spite, or perhaps in a futile attempt to fill the hollow ache in her heart. The instrument had once been a symbol of a piece of her past that she could never reclaim. In time, it became little more than a relic — a something practical, often used to send signals and coded commands on missions. She kept it close, not because it brought comfort, but because it was all she had left of a love that had been ripped away by her own hands. Now, Minthara mused, the lyre was in more suitable hands, its purpose revived and resignified through the disjointed melodies the girl coaxed from its strings on a daily basis.

#yeah I might have totally missed the lyre's point on this but hey dreaming is for free right?#wip wednesday #fanfic writing #fic writing #writing #wip #bg3

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rpking99 · 6 months ago

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DC- Justice League

Wonder Woman/ Princess Diana of the Amazons

Wonder Woman, Princess Diana of Themyscira. Princess of the Amazons. The embodiment of leave, of love and kindness. She sees all life as precious, but she is also a warrior who will do whatever is necessary.

Superwoman (the evil alternate universe counterpart of Wonder Woman, from Earth-3)

Superwoman, Donna Troy. She is Wonder Woman from Earth-3, Earth-3 being the evil mirror earth of DC. Where bad is good, good is bad. She is part of the Crime Syndicate of America, who rule the world in an iron fist.

Cheetah

Circe

Big Barda

Green Lantern/ Jessica Cruzz

Green Lantern, Jessica Cruzz. The first female Green Lantern of Earth. She suffers from social anxiety, survivors guilt and depression. She is a true Green Lantern and a precious cinnamon bun. I went into detail here.

Star Sapphire/ Carol Ferris

Bleez of the Red Lantern Corps

Bleez of the Red Lantern Corps. She was the princess of a planet that was attacked, and ripped apart, by the Sinestro Corps. Literally the last surviving member, and "used" by several members of the corps (one of which being someone she was being forced to marry before all this happened) when the ring came to her. She destoryed them all, and joined the Red Lantern Corps. Very angry, and passionate, girl

PowerGirl/Kara Jor-L/Karen Starr (older Supergirl from Earth-2)

Power Girl. Karen Starr, Kara Jor-L. She is also Superman's cousin. She is literally just Supergirl… Only older. She is from Earth-2 like Huntress. She is less playful and more seriously and more powerful, than Supergirl

Lois Lane

Livewire

Livewire, Leslie Willis, was a radio DJ in Metropolis who got electric powers after a dangerous accident. But she doesn't care about that, she's Livewire now! The sparking goddess of the big city, able to go toe to toe with Superman, baby! She is a real party girl villain, but she does have a bit of good within her….

Silver Banshee

Hawkgirl/ Shayera

Mera

Killer Frost

Vixen

Zatanna Zatara

Total Muses: 17

#read rules before interacting #justice league rp #wonder woman rp #dc rp #comic rp #titans rp #open rp #open to all #open smut rp #smut rp

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a-nobody-here · 2 months ago

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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Reflections☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Chapter One: The fallen night

_________________________________________ a/n: I'm very nervous about this idea, still navigating into how romance works in writing. Forgive any lingual issues, English is literally my 3rd Language. I am hoping it doesn't cause any ruckus anywhere. It's short, really. Enjoy. Warnings: None, really. Except for one of them being your usual ADHD folk :) Settings: @ M.H.15, INDIA, THE YEAR 2015. CITY OF NASIK,IN THE AUGUST MONSOONS. _________________________________________

"I quattro libri del l'architettura." he says, tapping away at something on his phone, mind unevenly focused on both sides of his task. "Under the name?" the librarian asks, passive aggressively putting his cigar out in the tray, the desk smelling like ash and smoke like it usually does. "Darshit. Darshit Sakhala."

He slides the book off the reception desk, into his hands, making his way further inside to an empty desk. Project readings and write-ups were certainly important to him, but they didn't exactly catch his muse if they weren't practical enough to be illustrated. Architecture was definitely his choice and he wasn't regretting it or anything, but he needed good company; that was better than hipsters dozing off during climatology seminars. He remembered his reckless self from high school that everyone wanted to be. So many people envying him, despite his dismissive behavior. Here, he knew nobody and the urge to be wanted was growing inside. He didn't know how quickly it would become so lonely after leaving Rajkot. He came here all the way, only to find a lazy university in the middle of Indore.

The only way he put his mind off from all this was music. Music, that made his heart beat so loud, he couldn't hear his thoughts. He kept reading but his mind was somewhere way off the lane. People came, read, wandered, some even made out, and time went on all the same, as they left too. The place was now emptier, the lights were dimmed, it was later in the night; now the silence was louder. He was quite bothered with the grim silence without the usual sounds he would subconsciously pay any heed to; the aircon, clattering boots, flipping pages. He did what anybody would have done in such a place. Plugging in his earphones, he turned the sound up, now trying to fully focus on his material. Time ticked past slower somehow, and he was, in a way glad. He didn't at all feel one bit of the bolted silence around until a very long time.

He was deaf to any sound for long, until his conscience felt the presentiment of somebody, but he refused to move. 'it might just be nobody at this time.' He though. But through the side of his eyes, he could notice movement. The figure passed him by, sitting opposite to him, right across the table. The person definitely carried a lot along, from the loud noise after they sat down. From above the book frame he could see the person setting up a mobile recorder. His eyes wandered to an empty guitar case beside the person, the guitar now being slowly tuned. Moments later, the person put the record on, sucking a slow breath in, from what Darsh could hear. On instinct, Darsh took one of his plugs off, as the person slowly began strumming into tune.

"....Tere bin, Tere bin...Tere bin, Tere bin.." 'Without you...without you...' His voice resonates against the lone silence, all Darsh did was look endlessly, and slowly every detail of the stranger came to light. Honeyed skin, eyes closed, feeling every beat, lips parched, and constellations of minute freckles scattered in parts, the metal frame of his glasses, glinting under dim lighting, short brown locks falling freely, breathing steady even throughout the song, his state; relaxed, as though there wasn't another heaven.

"Baawarey piya...laage naa jeeya, dekho mera man, jalataa diyaa.." 'Lunatic, beloved mine...living's now a chore...Look at my heart, it burns like a flame...' Hardly ever, as Darsh could notice, his earphones had already run out of power, but there was indeed, no reason he would need them anymore. "Jeena nahi Tere bin.." 'Wouldn't want to live on, without you...' the stranger finishes, slowly turning the recorder off, opening his eyes. Brown; the type of brown poets adored, the type of brown that reduced every pride to dust, like rays surrounding an eclipse, they weren't very bright, but they were what the writers called passion. They hovered around the place, before meeting his raven ones. Darsh was unfazed, still looking, out of his mental zone, with little of his lost mind, he kept looking.

"Did I bother you, Reader?" he asks, quite out of sarcasm, some out of curiosity, rest out of mischief, amused by the young man's nerves. As a socially unstable person, Darshit's heart almost skipped a beat.

"Uhm.. well..shit. I mean.. uhm sorry. I don't do that.. usually." "I don't catch people doing that usually too, guess we have something in common." He jokes, as Darsh chuckles under his breath. "You.. Uh.. Sing. Pretty well. Like if I heard you sing on the radio, I'd wait to hear it, though I've arrived, I don't know, it's a weird compliment, maybe if you understood it..." He rambled, out of breath at the point the sudden sigh and pause having the stranger to let out a silent giggle. Darsh was indeed quite embarrassed, since these conversation things happened to him a lot, and even if he was used to it, this time it was slightly reaching him as Shyness.

"Faculty of architecture, huh?" "How'd you-" "Don't ask, I have a few friends there, and honestly, you look like the type to be from there." 'The heck's that supposed to mean..?' Darsh thought himself, but his thinking was diverted easy, to the sound of mild rain. "Tough time of year, August, I'm betting you have an umbrella." Darsh only nervously laughed to himself, as he in fact, did not, have an umbrella. "Let's see... " The stranger then, picks up the phone, little tapping here and there. "Here," Darsh flinches to the brightness of the screen. "This is the one you need, not an exact reference, but it covers most of that." "Thanks..." Though he looked like a reckless type, he was surprisingly serious about his academics, not that he wasn't reckless at all, but you know how university is. This was like a superior senior charity for him; he was impressed and grateful. "I hadn't seen you here before, since I'm here most of the time, now that I think about it... " "Yes, I am, very much here for the project, I don't like staying late nights, really. " His eye hovers to the phone screen, that lits up with the time: 11:45 AM. He knows he needs to get home, and he knows he doesn't want to, but there's really no choice. "I suppose you have to go as well... " The stranger breathes, beginning to wrap up, receiving an agreeing hum from Darsh. "Didn't quite catch your good name, Mister." "Darshit. Sakhala." "Darshit...hmm...I figure now that I know you, I'll see you around a lot.." And there was silence, but now with the sudden and with all his social ability, Darsh sucks a breath in, "And yours?" The stranger looks back to Darsh, now standing close by behind, passing a light smile. "Siddharth Bhattacharya. Just Sid. Please."

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