#quest supremacy x reader

[narcissistshandler]

can I request a yandere younger brother Hajun x big brother male reader? Like the reader is about to go to college but Hajun doesn't want that, afraid his brother will find a girlfriend but the reader reassures him that he won't and he does it while fucking him in front of a mirror, just basically whispering reassuring words to him.

⠀⠀♰⠀⠀𝗦𝗛𝗘

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ko hajun/goo hajoon x m!reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 male reader, top! reader, bottom! hajun, yandere! hajun (more implied than intended), incest, reader referred as "hyung". minors dni

𝗔/𝗡 smut ended up in the background, sorry 'bout that

"Hajun, have you seen my suitcase?"

Silence ensued, you waited standing in the middle of the room, hands on hips. The door opposite opened, so your younger brother walked out, entering your room.

"Hajun?" you pressed, turning to face him. A cold expression stared back at you, a concrete wall trying to keep you out.

Your brother had always been like this, hard to get close to or understand, but not for you, never for you. To you, he was an open book, shouting words even when he showed minimal expression or preferred a cold stare over words. And that's how you knew, before he even understood what was going on, that Hajun's feelings for you weren't platonic, nothing like brothers normally felt for each other. He panicked when confronted, that unsual anxiety taking over his body, hands shaking, muttering apologies mixed with "I love you" and "please don't leave me" and when you pulled him to you and kissed him, Hajun ── the guy so feared that made people pee just by looking at him ── passed out. When he woke up, minutes later, he first ignored you, deaf to your words, then he assumed a guilt that didn't exist and with his hands clutching your clothes he begged you not to leave him; you could hate him, he was nothing, he didn't deserve you, but please don't go.

Sometimes, it was still difficult to relate the anxious and desperate boy with the aloof and confident one. The boy your best friend insisted that hit him for a joke about marrying you and the boy who stole your underpants thinking you didn't know.

"I didn't see," he said at last, sitting down on the bed among the mess of clothes and objects.

"I need to find it, my flight is in two days."

He shrugged, oblivious to your stress, and pulled one of the neatly folded t-shirts from the pile, then another and another, until they were all crumpled and thrown in random corners of the bed. You watched him in astonishment, taking a deep breath so you wouldn't just yell at him.

Hajun wasn't exactly hiding his displeasure at your departure. You were going to college in another city and being separated from you even for short periods during childhood had always made him anxious and irritable. It was hard to imagine what the thought of spending years away from you was doing to his mind. Yes, you would come visit him every weekend and call and text every day, but the argument seemed to go right by him.

This week alone, he's already stolen your tickets twice, tried to poison you with foods you're allergic to in an attempt to make you miss your flight once, messed up your clothes five times, and begged you to stay... well, every day. In some dark way, you knew he was constantly considering chaining you to the foot of the bed, but you tried to convince yourself that it was stress making you imagine things. And yesterday, he had tried to impersonate you and cancel your college application. Since then you had ignored him, unable to look at his indifferent face without wanting to slap him.

Of course, you had no way of knowing what that, along with your inevitable departure, was doing to his head.

"You know I hate it when you lie to me," you confronted, feeling your blood heat up. "Where's my suitcase? And stop messing with my stuff! I'm tired of your childish behavior!"

His lips trembled, looking like he might cry at any moment, but instead his expression hardened, eyes flashing furiously in your direction.

"Am I being childish? You're the one leaving, leaving me. Am I not enough for you, hyung? Do you hate me? Is that why you're leaving? Are you disgusted with me? Because I like you? You're going to stay away from me aren't you? To find a girlfriend, some bitch with whom you will marry and have children. I will kill her I swear I will," he snapped, for the first time in years yelling at you. Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the explosion. Hajun blinked, confronted by your expression and in moments the anger was replaced by something else and he lowered his gaze, whispering softly, the first tears falling: "Please do not leave me."

You took a deep breath, confused, surprised, feeling so many things at the same time that you couldn't even identify, but most important of all, the feeling of having failed as a brother and a lover.

The bed sagged under your weight, a sob breaking in the air as you pulled Hajun to you, trying to fit him into your lap. He wasn't small anymore, he was heavy and had a well-built body, his thighs thick over hers, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He wasn't a kid anymore, but then why did he still act the same as when he was?

You chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his temple as you tried to wipe the tears falling down his face. He offered you a sullen snarl in response.

"Listen to me, Hajun," you asked. "I love you." That got his attention, wet eyes lifting to stare at you. "You are the most precious thing to me, nothing could ever replace you, nothing ever will, and no one."

"Then don't go," he pleaded uncertainly. You tightened your arms around him tighter.

"I have to go, love. That doesn't mean I won't come back or forget about you or look for someone else. You're the only person I want."

"What about she?"

"There is no 'she', Hajun."

He didn't answer, and you knew he still had doubts, that fear wouldn't dissipate so easily.

You cupped his damp cheek and leaned forward, kissing him. Lips touching as lightly as a feather. Sweetly and slowly you guided him, trying to convey all your love through the act. Hajun melted against you, salty tears falling back down as you pulled back, smiling at him and somehow, you knew he was thinking about you smiling that way at someone else, kissing someone else that way, holding they in your arms and tell that you loved they... You went back to kissing him, trying to make his attention stay in the here and now, in you.

You took off his shirt and struggled to get his pants and underwear off without him having to leave your lap. Hajun moaned softly as the kisses on his neck and shoulders strayed lower and one of his nipples was caught between your teeth. He rocked his hips in search of friction, a wet mark being left behind as the head leaking from his cock found your stomach. You allowed, of course you did, you could never deny your little brother anything. If he only understood the size of your love...

It was hard to get Hajun off of you so you could get the lube, abandoning the condom in the drawer at his request. He wanted to have you, completely. He crawled back to you eagerly, blushing in the prettiest way as you sat him down with his back to you, back against your chest, your cock hard against his ass and eyes meeting the reflection in the mirror at the front of the bed. No need to ask him to keep his eyes on the mirror, Hajun drank the reflected actions like water, groaning loudly as one of your lubricated fingers slipped inside his red hole and your lips kissed the back of his neck. Beautiful, you whispered, finger slowly in and out of him, crawling against the sensitive walls. My one and only love, the other hand busy pinching his pretty nipples begging for attention. I don't need anyone else but you, when one finger turned into two and he trembled around the stretch, sweat running down the neck. I will always come back to you, when you finally slid inside him, holding his legs so you two could watch in the mirror his hole opening up for you, his dick, red and leaking. He broke eye contact, head falling back on your shoulder, hole squeezing around your cock. But it was the I love you so much that made him cry even harder, sobbing, nails digging into your arms, coming a second time for you even when his cock was unable to shed anything, twitching pathetically.

At the end of the night he passed out, exhausted after beg with a hoarse throat to you keep him full, refusing to let you clean him, open and swollen hole contracting in the attempt to keep all your cum inside. He was sweaty, semen smeared on his belly and tears dried on his face, finally able to sleep peacefully.

Two days later you left, tickets in hand, a new city waiting for you and a gps and messaging spy app that your brother had downloaded while you were sleeping working to make sure you didn't lie and that he really didn't have to get one-way ticket to scare away whatever bitch you tried to replace him with.

#x male reader #x top reader #quest supremacy x reader #questism x reader #quest supremacy x male reader #questism x male reader #ko hajun x male reader #goo hajoon x male reader #x male top reader #x top male reader #manhwa x reader #webtoon x reader

[moonbyulsstuff]

Hello!

You did "How They Would React When You Received A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number." Right?

Can you do the same for Jake and Jaeha and Eunsung, if you can? Thank you! <3

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number.

GN Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

Jake Kim:

TW: Maybe yandere Jake?

Jake was muttering underneath his breath as [Name] phone was laid on the table, they weren't home and had received a text from an unknown number.

But what infuriated Jake the most is that were they were asking a nude photo of them, wanting [Name] to send to them.

Then a moment later, Lineman entered the room. Worried after seeing Jake distressed state. "Is something wrong Jake?" He asked as the male looked at him.

"No..."

Lineman saw the text and was in shocked, that someone and the audacity to ask them that, [Name] was the boss partner for god sake!

"Boss?" Jake looked at him with danger lurking in his eyes. "What?" Lineman gulped but straighten himself.

"Should we do something about this person, boss? We can beat him up."

Jake sighed, he doesn't know how though. "Do you have any suggestions?" Lineman sat down. "Well..." Lineman had started to lay out suggestions on what they can do as Jake listened, he then thought of a plan as they were going to teach the guy a liessoon.

-

[Name] came back home with a tired look as Jake greeted them with a hug and a kiss.

"Welcome back honey." He kissed their forehead as [Name] relaxed into his touch. "Thank you, and I completely forgot about my phone.." They leaned away as Jake followed her behind.

"Yeah, it's just by the table."

Jake felt incredibly happy, the sound of that guys scream was the best thing that could ever happened in his entire life. That was his fault for asking a nude photo of you.

"You seem happy."

"Yeah, something... good happened."

Eunsung Han:

"Eunsung!" "Babe." He opened his arms as they crashed right into wrapping each other's body. "Do you need something?" He asked while caressing their hair, they didn't answer which made him worried but got even more worried after feeling [Name] shake.

"[Name]? Honey?" "Eunsung... I don't know what to do..." They pulled away making Eunsung see the tears streaming down their face, it alerted Eunsung.

"What? Did something happened? Did someone crossed with you?" Eunsung held their shoulders, [Name] showed their phone to him as he looked over the contents.

He swore he saw red, the unknown number asking for a nude photo and [Name] refusing and asking them to not message them which only made the person got mad and started to threaten them.

It made [Name] scared and even more when the person sent a picture of their house, Eunsung gritted his teeth but he calmed himself down as he knew his lover needed comfort at the moment.

He turned off the device and hugged them. "It's alright... shh. It's going to be alright." He mumured as they hid their face against his chest.

-

"You bastard."

Another kicked was sent into the male body as a blood sported of his mouth, Eunsung glared at him and stomped on their head. and leaned down.

"Oi, it was a fucking mistake for you to threaten my partner, how dare you scare them."

"L-Look.... II'm so-sorry..i would-wouldn't have done that if I-I had known!"

"So, you are saying that if it was someone else, you would continue to harrass them? You bastard."

"W-Wait no! AGGHHH!"

Eunsung sent another kicked to his stomach, he then grabbed his hair. "Hope you have enough time, for another beating."

Jaeha Han:

"This person is pretty stupid.."

Jaeha said while looking at [Name] phone while they slept beside him, he chuckled as he had already thought of a plan. He looked at his partner adn kissed their forehead.

"I won't let anyone disrespect you."

-

"So... you done it?" He nodded. "Yup, we found the man and managed to threaten him. It was difficult but managed to get it through his skull." Jaeha smiled.

"Good, good."

"Jaeha!"

He looked and saw them walking towards him. "What is it?" They plopped down next to him and kissed him in the cheek. "You aren't busy, are you?" Jaeha shook his head.

"Nope."

"Let's go on a date! I saw that a new cafe opened recently." "Alright."

#🌙moonbyulsstuff works #lookism #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #requested #questism #quest supremacy #reality quest #irl quest #jaeha han #eunsung han #jake kim

[akutasoda]

Noticed ur requested are open so I gonna the idea I had so got inspired by Genshin archon quest and I was in love furina charcter and sm wondering if u can like crossover type request if ok with u

So I was wondering if I may request a Dan heng / IL X fem Reader

Where reader is basically similar to furina maybe Reader

was tasked by hydro archon focalor maintaining the guise of an Archon; as a new "human", she had difficulty taking the role but eventually mastered it. Additionally, a curse was placed upon her, rendering her unable to die so long as Focalors lived, but also preventing her from pursuing her own happiness. Reader is Aware of the prophecy that would doom Fontaine so reader has to play the e role of Hydro Archon for 500 years . maybe the astral express landed like in new universe tevat Fontaine and trying to figure out the new world maybe Dan heng Mets Reader noticed her and like feels connect to her due to him having experience past burdens and he can tell something up with can see right through reader act. Wants to get to know her maybe reader and how to help her and

Maybe reader like has momment alone to herself crying carrying this burden not be able to show it until Dan heng shows up but reader is stubborn to show or to tell her burdens maybe she goes to trial for being fraud and the express and Dan Genf have to help reader if this makes sense

(This idea I had in mine but I hoping romantic fluff comfort fic but also lore wise I hope this makes sense again if this too difficult of request I can change it I just like hope this is ok

Aslo furina supremacy love her

a preferred outcome for a doomed prophecy

synopsis - maybe the prophecy wouldn't turn out all that bad

includes - dan heng ft express crew + neuvillette

warnings - fem!reader (no pronouns mentioned howeve), reader is based on furina, fluff, angst with some comfort, maybe ooc?, wc - 1.5k

a/n: ahhh im so sorry this took so long!

the express had experienced all sorts of worlds within the galaxy, some not even taking form of planets but rather ships and such. each and every one housing a variety of colourful characters and deep history that spurred the current state it resided in. but they all had one thing in common, they all had a page in the expresses data bank.

the memories however, travelled with the trailblazer that experienced them. and after trailblazing for so long nothing seemed out of the ordinary when the express had an unexpected malfunction and needed to dock at the nearest planet - it wouldn't be the first time. however one would only need to take a step outside to realise that something indeed was different.

you were aimlessly wandering around the vast halls behind the court, looking for something to satiate your boredom. recently the lack of trials had bored you half to death and more annoyingly gave you less things to think about so, more often your mind would drift the the prophecy.

but you wanted to shake these horrid thoughts and push them to the back of your mind. and your wish was soon granted when you heard the voice of fontaine's ludex call your name from behind you. your initial reaction was to turn around with the biggest grin and address the man in front of you but he looked more somber, more serious than usual.

he kept his words short and brief and urged you to follow him to help with a situation that he claimed 'shouldn't get out of hand' or 'into public news'. and while you did follow immediately, your mind resurfaced the ideas of the prophecy and assumed the worst - maybe today was the day?

and as much as you tried to force yourself to not assume the worst, you couldn't stop the rapid pit of dread forming in your stomach.

you were your nations archon. and so it seemed only appropriate that you were the first person to greet the newcomers from beyond your world. all your boredom soon dissipated as you became rather eager and intrigued about your nations new visitors - but all questions would have to wait until you got the express members into your proper office.

and you had managed to get them there with minimum stares and whispering from your nations residents. you felt as though this issue was definitely better tackled within the confines of your private office. and based on what the lady named himeko had briefly told you, it seems you made the right call.

you had been introduced to all the members, seeing they would be staying here for quite a bit it'd only be polite - you may have additionally asked alot of questions as it wasn't everyday you met people that travelled through space. you also told them a tad about yourself and offered some background information about your lovely nation.

you welcomed them to look around and told them to not hesitate to ask for any help. in turn, himeko told you about the expresses data bank and gestured toward dan heng who you had been told compiles most of it. you expressed how you would be honoured you nation would be included.

over the next few days the express came to learn that they would not be leaving for a few weeks, but out of all the express members the one you had encountered the most was dan heng. he had gotten himself quite well acquainted with neuvillette and so you saw him often - mostly on his quest to fill out the data bank. and from your very first interaction it seemwd as though you both were doomed to get along.

over the first week, you and dan heng often conversed to the point ehere it seemed as though you had known him your entire life. neither of you could explain it but there was something there, something that made it easy for the two of you to converse - much to the expresses shock.

dan heng was quite surprised himself but he had grown accustomed to your presence in an alarmingingly short period of time, but there must've been a reason for this right?

he had a very strong, natural sense of perception - so much so that he could tell something was bothering you. no amount of happy go lucky attitude could fool him into thinking something didn't plague your mind constantly and because he had barely known you, he didn't say anything. it wasn't his place, he would tell himself.

but he could hardly ignore it when he walked in to your sobbing form. it had only been two weeks and the express was near ready to depart, so dan heng wanted to collect some final information. he had wanted to know more about the residents and who better to ask than you. he found neuvillette and asked where you were, he was told your office. when he arrived at your office he knocked, knocked again and knocked again. but each time was met with silence, normally he would've turned around and assumed he went the wrong way but he had heard sniffling on the other side of the door, so he opened it.

your head immediately whipped around upon hearing your office door creak open and you were left shocked at the sight of dan heng. you immediately swiped your eyes of any lingering tears and asked him in a meek voice that he should 'come back at a better time' and how he should 'seek out the ludex for anything at the moment'. dan heng wanted to protest, sure he wasn't the best at comforting people but it was clear that you needed some support. but he left.

and that wasn't the last time. only a few days later did he re-emerge in your office just to catch you crying as you stared aimlessly at the mirror that, for a brief moment, he swore had another reflection in eerily similar to you. now more than ever did he want to help. he had briefly heard you mumbling about some prophecy and he could immediately gather that this was some sort of burden you carried.

now, he knew a thing or two about carrying burdens, he knew how tormenting and stressful they could be - he did have frequent nightmares afterall. and even though he had know you for a mere few weeks, he wanted to help. afterall, wasn't it the trailblazers mission to help those across the galaxy?

unfortunately himeko and welt helped remind him of a painful reminder. once the express was up and running, they would leave and the likelihood of him ever seeing you would be close to none. and no matter how much he would talk about atleast trying to help now, if you didn't let anyone know what was your burden, no-one could help.

it was the last day in your nation, for the express and for you. the express were set to part and dan heng wanted to bid you farewell but only neuvillette showed to bid them farewell. neuvillette expressed how you had told him to relay your goodbye message. but even so, neuvillette also knew some of the prophecy and he encouraged them to go despite their joint insistence on thanking you - if they didn't leave soon, they too would be washed away in fontaine waters.

but the express crew knew something was up by now. and very reluctantly neuvillette told them of the prophecy after their insistence that they travelled worlds to help people and so if they could do anything they would. neuvillette expressed how nothing could be done. but dan heng wasn't so deterred.

however, it seemed as though the celestia herself had taken a form of pity. the prophecy didn't come true. and despite your trial going ahead and you being found guilty, you weren't to be executed. neuvillette still gained full control of hydro and sovereignty and forgave the sins of the residents of your nation but in turn he found a way to forgive yours aswell.

due to dan heng's insistence of helping you, it spurred the rest of the express to want to try just as much. and so neuvillette was offered with the idea of you joining the express. this way you could be free from the curse and still live out the rest of your days, and neuvillette allowed it. it was still your final decision however but you gladly accepted.

you still felt sorrow of having to leave some people behind, namely neuvillette, but he encouraged you to go - he would've of been in much pain to see you die. and your connection with dan heng seemed to pull through once more. as the instant you saw him you ran to give him the biggest hug anyone could offer in thanks for everything he did and he gladly reciprocated the action.

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[kidcosmonaut]

I’m at One With the Silence — Luke Castellan x f!Reader — Part One

Description: Luke learns sign language in order to get to know you, the silent, angry daughter of Apollo. Warnings: canon-typical violence, injury Word Count: 1.2k A/N: The reader character in this fic is mute and uses ASL! Descriptions of signs will be used, but it's super duper hard to describe hand signs with text, and I'm not a fluent signer myself, so don't use this as a learning device. Also, I have no idea how many parts this will be yet. Let's say three? Four, maybe.

Part One ☆ Part Two →

Luke wasn’t generally one to people-watch, but this was… a sight.

Your hands were balled into fists as you stormed out of Apollo’s cabin, the sound of a dozen talented singers battling for supremacy spilling out behind you. You were saying — mouthing — something, your lips moving a mile a minute. You cut through the center of camp like hellhounds were on your ass and, as you approached the edge of a hill, bent down to pick up… a pile of pebbles.

Luke watched. Maybe it was the anger in him that enjoyed the anger in you. Maybe he was just curious what your problem was, or what you meant to do with the pebbles. Maybe he liked what the sunset did to your face. He watched.

You began tossing — no, hurling — the tiny rocks at the sky. The sun, he realized; you were looking right at it, a feat only the children of Apollo could pull off without going blind. You were throwing rocks at the sun.

Not hard to figure out the meaning of that.

Your lips kept moving as you attempted this small act of violence against your father, your jaw wild as though you were shouting, and when you ran out of pebbles to throw, you’d move your hands, too, as though by sweeping them wider, you could sign louder. And then you’d dip down again, scoop up more, and repeat.

If Apollo cared at all, if he even noticed his daughter’s rage, he didn’t show it. The sun kept setting, and no one came.

The gods were deaf to their children. Luke knew that better than anyone.

He kept watching, even as you tired of throwing rocks at gods and shuffled off — still away from your cabin, he noted. Not tired enough to go back there.

He didn’t know why you were angry.

Oh, he could guess. It couldn’t have been easy, the fall from grace; going from your father’s favorite child — the gods all picked favorites, it was only the less honest ones who pretended that wasn’t true — to just another in the pile mustn’t have felt good, especially for you, the demigod who gave everything.

But was that it? Was that why you hated your father? Because Hades had silenced you?

Your voice had been beautiful, for whatever ‘had been’ was worth. Luke had only heard you sing once before it was ripped from you, but he remembered being mesmerized.

You were fourteen then, too. It was your second — maybe third, he wasn’t sure, he didn’t know you personally — summer at Camp Halfblood, and his first. He’d been shy, not that anyone remembered that now, and he hadn’t spoken to much of anyone other than those who slept in Hermes cabin, let alone pretty girls with older, meaner boyfriends. But he’d been dragged to a bonfire party by an older brother of his, and you were there, with your guitar and your sunbeam smile.

Luke had never liked old music. His mother had all these dusty records that she’d put on and dance to like they were the only things that made sense, but they never made sense to him. If the lyrics had meaning, he didn’t get them, or at least couldn’t relate, not like the nu metal he’d ripped onto his mp3 player.

But you were singing something that night, a Prince song he’d heard before, and on your lips, the words made sense. They were beautiful, even.

He could still see it, the light flickering across your face, your fingers moving fast as light against the strings. You were talented with your guitar, too, though he hadn’t caught sight or sound of the thing since the quest that took your voice, either. The way you played reminded him of the mariachi bands he’d seen on the New York subways — hard to believe a person could pluck so fast.

And you sang. He could still hear it, too — When Doves Cry. It was different, of course, acoustic and melancholy, but the song was the same.

He must have been staring. You must have noticed.

You were coming towards him. He didn’t think anything of it at first; you twirled, you danced, you walked.

“Touch, if you will, my stomach. Feel how it trembles inside.”

And then you were in front of him, so close, and looking him in the eye, and his breath caught. You seemed to almost smirk at that.

“You’ve got the butterflies all tied up. Don’t make me chase you,” you sang, to him. “Even doves have pride.”

And then you turned away from him, like it had been a blip, like you had never been looking at him at all. You danced on.

“How could you just leave me standin’, alone in a world that’s so cold? Maybe I’m just too demandin’—” you grinned there, head turned up to the sky— “maybe I’m just like my father, too bold.”

And then your eyes changed, cast out to the lake, like your mind was elsewhere. “Maybe I’m just like my mother, she’s never satisfied. Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry.”

The next day, you embarked on your quest. You did well, too — returned a week and a half later with the item you were sent to steal back from Hades. Hades the place, it turned out, but not the god himself; it was Persephone who had stolen one of your father's precious sunbeams. She'd missed the sunlight in her months down below, she told you, and took it to keep herself warm. An understandable desire, certainly, but it'd lead to snow in the Sahara and summer blizzards in Boston. She gave it back over without a fight, but her husband hadn't smiled upon you sneaking into his domain.

If it weren’t for one of his furies catching you just outside the barrier and digging its claws into your throat, they’d have marked it down as a flawless victory.

The staff managed to save your life, but not your vocal chords. When summer came to an end, they said they commended you for your sacrifice, as though you’d had a choice.

Maybe it really wasn’t that big a deal; half the kids in camp were willing to die in service of the gods, and given that you’d collected more quests than beads, you were probably in that number. But then, dying is different than surviving with a disability. Not worse, but different. What kid actually considers the limb when they’re risking life and limb? What risks would one take if they had to live with the consequences?

Worse yet, as far as he could tell, your daddy never called you back afterwards. No ‘thank you’s for the maimed daughter, no more gifts. Insult to injury, used and discarded.

He’d throw rocks at the guy, too.

Which brought him back to that moment, alone in the settling darkness. You were gone by then, off somewhere, likely pushing your anger aside for something you considered more productive, though Luke couldn’t begin to guess what that would be. He didn’t know you, still.

He might like to, though. Perhaps the two of you could be… allies. That thing inside him that burned, that he hid… he could, potentially, share it with someone who felt the same.

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#☆ — story #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #reader insert #☆ — i'm at one with the silence

[chosoloz]

𓈒 ۫ ᧔ ᧓ ָ֢ muryo! ☕ ۫ 𖹭 ︵

🐈‍⬛ . . ! ♡ he/him , 9teen . ͏͏͏ ͏

♩⠀bttm , male reader ⠀ׂ ⠀ ㅤ᳥ ⁽ ´ ` ᳥ ᪲⁾

⌯ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

hi hi! i mainly post my works on ao3 (which are all just ship content) but the lack of male readers there makes eughh! the amount of female reader works i’ve resorted to reading is uncountable at this point so of course, i’m gonna start writing for myself. dw, i take requests just check my rules before you do! [a simple side note; i do also write dark content, i will be tagging it as such but just a slight heads up] "૮₍ •⤙•˶...

i am also absolutely up for moots !! i barely have any friends but you can chat or send me an ask if you wanna become moots with me; i probably like almost everything on the internet but just for conversation starters, here are my interests ::

⌯ ANIME/MANHWA.

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The Road Ahead - ch 1 | Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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For most of your married life, you dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently awaited his return, longing for the moment when he would be by your side again. During those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, you yearned for him to open up to you, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain. And as his addiction spiraled out of control, you held onto the hope that he would recognize his problem and seek help. However, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Colombia, engaged in God knows what.

But this time is different. Determined, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warning: Applicable for the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty

Chapter Summary: Now that Frankie is finally home for good, you can start looking to the future

Notes: Welcome everyone! This is a repost from my former blog "mywordhaven" Because of some technical difficulties with my old account, I decided that it would be easier to repost my work with a brand-new blog. It's basically the same chapter as the last one, but I did make some edits (mostly syntax tbh). I will be posting the other two chapters later tomorrow and the fourth chapter should be up on sunday.

I hope that those who were following me on my old blog will join me here and I look forward to meeting newcomers!

At Long Last

You find yourself drowning in the itchiness of the comforter draped across you. Its green, worn fabric scratches your overwhelmingly sensitive skin. Surprisingly, today you welcome this sensation. The uncomfortable feeling anchors your mind to your bed, preventing it from floating away. In this moment, as you struggle to catch your breath, the scratchiness of the duvet reminds you where you are.

Your hands glide slowly across the rough fabric, savouring its familiar prickle. As you trace the worn contours, you recall when you saw that green monstrosity for the first time— It was the day you and Frankie had first moved in together all those years ago, right before his second long deployment. From the moment your eyes landed on it, you despised its discoloured hue as it clashed with your envisioned home's colour scheme. But you had kept silent. Frankie was leaving, and you didn't want your last moments together marred by a pointless argument over a green bedspread, no matter how dreadful it looked.  

Now, ten years, 2 home relocations and a marriage later, that green duvet stubbornly remains an integral part of your bedroom decor, painfully clashing with the soothing blues surrounding it. Cornflower Blue, as the Home Depot employee had labelled it. You had agonized for days on which colour to go with, tirelessly checking Pinterest boards in the hope to find the perfect shade for your bedroom— A place you hoped would be a peaceful haven for Frankie. You spent weeks deliberating between countless swatches until finally settling on the current hue. Still, the horrid green persistently clashes with the blue you lovingly chose. Perhaps sage green would have been wiser, you think. But you had refused to admit defeat to an old, worn duvet and instead, had stubbornly gone with your first idea, horrid green be damned! But now, to your frustration, the bedroom remains an enduring battleground of colours, an ongoing struggle where different shades vie for supremacy in their quest to dominate the mood of the room.

Yet Frankie had never commented on the jarring combination of green and blue or their blatant mismatch. Perhaps you were making a mountain out of Molehill as you always seem to do. After all, your tendency to dramatize insignificant matters had been a subject of teasing within your family for as long as you could remember. Your brother had a habit of remarking on how seriously you took trivial matters. For your entire lives, nicknames like "Miss Prissy" or "Your Majesty" had been some of the less painful monickers thrown your way to highlight your over-sensitiveness. And while your family saw it as innocent sibling teasing, these remarks had a way of leaving you feeling bruised, unable to brush the comments off as easily as everyone expected you to.

Your hands pause above your bare, sweat-dampened chest, shaking your head to dispel the unwelcomed and intrusive thoughts. Instead, you focus on the blissful moment you’ve just shared with your husband. The memory of that bothersome, green eyesore and all its associated baggage swiftly retreats from your mind, vanishing as fleetingly as it arrived.

Finally, you begin to feel like the easy joys of savouring life are within your reach. With Frankie by your side, you start to envision a newfound freedom to engage in playful bickering, loud laughter, and sheer enjoyment of each other. The mundane moments hold an allure like never before, beckoning you to revel in their ordinary beauty. It's a longing for a life that seems quintessentially American, relentlessly depicted on daytime television—an idyllic portrait of a family, complete with devoted parents and their brood of 2.5 children, nestled in a cozy backyard. PTA meetings, a simple 9-to-5, soccer practices after school, and piano lessons on weekends create the repetitive rhythm of this picture-perfect existence. In your vision, the pinnacle of concern revolves around selecting the ideal flowers for the summer flowerbed. While some may deem it mundane, for you, it represents an exquisite slice of paradise.

Your husband Frankie had gone through years of military service, and he deserves nothing less, you think. Your hands still from their exploration as you think on the nightmares, anxiety, and fear that would consume Frankie. Even here with you, it sometimes felt as though he was still back there, never truly able to be completely present. Like on those many nights when Frankie was on temporary leave, he would wake up screaming and trashing in the middle of the night covered in cold sweats. Or when you guys would be out and about, and his eyes would shift with practiced zeal as if he was assessing for possible threats. Never really “turning off”. No amount of sweet reassuring words were ever able to soothe him when he found himself stuck within his own mind. Every time you tried to discuss these concerns with him, your husband would respond with calm reassurances, followed by a tender kiss on your forehead, urging you not to worry about him.

You shake your head, a resolute movement meant to, again, brush away the intrusive thoughts lingering on the periphery, refusing to let them dim this precious moment. You shift your gaze, fixating on the horizon of possibilities that stretches before you. It is a horizon where love acts as a healing balm, gently tending to the myriad wounds etched upon your husband's past. Your heart, though cautiously guarded, brims with a glimmer of hope, eager to embark on this journey together.

However, despite your best efforts, thoughts of your mother insidiously infiltrate your mind. Over the years, you've clashed with her on countless occasions, yet now, as a married woman, you think back on her warning before you got married. The resonating echo of her stern voice lingers in your thoughts, admonishing you to unwaveringly stand by your husband, regardless of the circumstances, and emphasizing that his happiness must always take precedence over everything else. Strangely, she never mentioned the reverse. With Frankie's return, you resolve to be more present, leaving daydreams behind and focusing on him and solely on him.

As you think of Frankie, you can clearly see his body and how it bears the evidence of his service, a map of scars, some worn openly, while others hide beneath his weary flesh. Deep wounds that bleed and pain him more than any bullet ever could. Words alone seem insufficient in the face of everything he has sacrificed. But now, Frankie is finally home, all of this is behind you two. And isn't all this what marriage vows were meant for? In sickness and in health, through the lows and the highs, you pledged to be there. As you remind yourself, supporting your husband doesn't diminish your strength and independence. It's merely an expression of love and partnership, you firmly resolve, even though the words ring somewhat hollow, as a voice in the back of your mind whispers, "But what about you?"

You slowly redirect your attention to the persistent itchiness on your skin. Taking three deep breaths, you allow each inhale and exhale to anchor you firmly into the present. As the air fills your lungs, you feel your shoulders slowly ease from the tension you always seem to put yourself under.

Now that Frankie is here to stay, you want nothing else than to provide the emotional solace and respite he needs to rebuild and find peace within himself. After everything Frankie has endured, you decide that he deserves a life that is predictably dull yet safe and warm. You want to build that life for him.

As your imagination runs rampant with visions of the life you're now free to construct together, Frankie emerges in the doorway. Clad in nothing more than a familiar, well-worn pair of briefs, he exudes an aura that is unmistakably his own—a blend of warmth, comfort, and a sense of home. In that instant, as you gaze at each other, it feels as though every small longing you held during Frankie's absence has converged into this singular moment. Nothing else matters to you right now except being with him.

In Frankie's hands, he carefully balances a tray, on it a tall glass of ice-cold water adorned with glistening condensation. The hunger stirs within you and your gaze falls upon two perfectly crafted PB and J sandwiches, invitingly prepared. It's evident that even now, the precise conditioning instilled by the army remains ingrained in Frankie. The unwavering precision, tidiness, and discipline persist, even amidst post-coital bliss. Sloppily prepared sandwiches? Never on Frankie’s watch.

Fondness envelops your heart, causing it to flutter with an intensity that threatens to burst from your chest. At this moment, a culmination of experiences floods your mind—the countless sleepless nights spent anxiously awaiting a call, the fear that gripped you while scouring the news for any shred of information, and Frankie's inability to share the depths of what he went through all race to the forefront of your mind. Now, as you reminisce about those moments when others would claim that being with Frankie wasn't worth the pain or hardships, a profound sense of satisfaction fills your heart. You're grateful for having ignored their words, as every single challenge and difficulty encountered along the way—the long-distance separations, the emotional uncertainties, and the sacrifices made—has ultimately proven to mean something. A smile mirrors your own overwhelming happiness as Frankie starts to walk toward the bed.

"I thought you'd have an appetite after all that exercise," Frankie says, his voice laced with a playful tone. His eyes, warm like melted chocolate, cradle you in their soft gaze. They speak volumes, no words needed, telling you just how much he cares.

A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you playfully quip, "Guess it doesn't help that we skipped dinner either, huh?"

"I apologize, mi cielo. I suppose I let my excitement get the better of me," Frankie admits, a touch of boyish bashfulness colouring his tone. "After eight long months apart, how could you expect me not to pounce on you, especially when you look so breathtaking?"

With utmost care, Frankie gently places the tray on the tiny side table, taking special care to move aside the book you're currently engrossed in. With the task completed, he turns his gaze towards you, slowly making his way to your side. Your eyes lock, and in an instant, he tenderly captures your mouth with his own. The kiss is unhurried yet filled with an intense passion, a promise of all that is to come, a fulfillment of the multitude of promises you have made to each other. Now, you have all the time in the world to embrace those promises.

As the kiss deepens, Frankie's hands begin to explore your naked body, their touch igniting a fiery desire that resonates deep within you. It engulfs you in a passionate longing that intensifies with each passing second. Frankie's wandering hands halt at your hips, where he gently strokes your sides while deepening the kiss even further. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily, his warm breath mingling with your own. A playful glimmer dance in Frankie’s brown eyes as he firmly grabs your hips, effortlessly flipping you both into the deep plushness of the bed.

A delighted squeal escapes your throat, and you find yourself on top of Frankie, straddling his warm hips. His devilish smile meets your gaze. Like a tidal wave, a rush of excitement cascades through you, electrifying your senses and igniting newfound energy within.

"I thought we were supposed to have dinner," you playfully tease, your hands resting on the firm planes of his pectorals.

Frankie's eyes glisten mischievously as he responds, his voice filled with playful affection, "Don't worry, hermosa. Dinner can wait another minute. Right now, all I want to do is admire you." With a tender touch, he grabs a handful of the fleshy part of your hips, gently massaging your sides. His voice carries on, laced with adoration, "You know, this angle is my favourite. When I see you from above, naked, and sweaty, you look like my very own Amazon. My fierce warrior queen whom I can’t wait to worship." His grip tightens possessively, playfully swatting your behind, causing your flesh to softly jiggle.

You can't help but snort with amusement, firmly grinding down in a slow sensuous movement Frankie exhales a low moan, his eyes closing in pleasure. Yielding to the temptation, you momentarily cease your ministrations and whisper, "Well, last time I checked, librarians weren't renowned for their battle prowess.”

Frankie's smile stretches, his eyes opening and locking with yours, while his hands gently secure your hips. His soft voice echoes sweetly, "Physical prowess is just a fraction of true strength, mi cielo. It's a mindset, a spirit that radiates courage and perseverance. Believe me when I tell you, you possess that strength in a way that surpasses anyone I've ever encountered."

His words envelop you in a comforting embrace that floods your being with warmth. Reflected in his eyes is an unwavering conviction, a faith given to you unlike any you've experienced before. Such belief, one you've never even held for yourself, captivates you. The weight of his words resonates deeply, shaking the core of your being, even as you strive to maintain a facade of nonchalance. But Frankie effortlessly sees through your charade, knowing you better than he knows himself at this point. He slowly pushes his upper body upward and starts peppering your collarbones with tender kisses. You feel your cheeks heating as you shyly avert your gaze, unable to resist the sweetness of his praise and the even sweeter ministration.

A brief moment passes, during which you nibble on your lower lip, contemplating your next words. Finally, you muster the courage to meet Frankie's eyes once more, you push him back down on the mattress and ask, a mischievous glint shining in your eyes, "If I am to be your queen, does that mean you're willing to obey my every command?”

A playful smile dances on Frankie's lips as he replies, "Well, mi cielo, let's just say I'm more than willing to embark on the thrilling adventure of fulfilling your every desire, one command at a time." With those words, Frankie softly grabs your right arm, the very arm that had been holding him down, and he punctuates each word with a tender kiss upon the palm of your hand. As he does so, his eyes gently close, allowing his lips to linger in their affectionate embrace, locked in that sweet moment.

Frankie surrenders to the present, savouring every precious second that slowly passes between the two of you. The ache of longing for you these past months had been insurmountable, a void that only you could fill. Amidst his world engulfed in chaos, pain, and the remanence of a haunting trail of death that seemed eternally imprinted on his very being, your presence at his side has always been the sole beacon of meaning and coherence. The only thing that ever truly mattered to him. Screw everything else; he should have chosen to stay home long ago, before feeling trapped in the abyss he felt he had dug himself into over the years. In an attempt to dispel the encroaching darkness threatening to envelop him, Frankie inhales deeply, pushing away those grim thoughts, before swiftly flipping you over.

Everything else fades away again, and only the two of you remain. As you draw in a deep breath, the air fills your lungs with a trembling intensity, causing a burning sensation. Your chest tightens, not just from the weight of Frankie's presence, but also from the weight of everything that surrounds you, suffocating you in its bittersweet grasp. Tenderly, Frankie gently presses his nose against yours, once, twice, before planting a soft kiss upon its tip.

“My love, I assure you that nothing can ever come between us. There is nothing that could separate me from you. I belong to you for eternity, and as long as I can share my life with you, my dear, it will have been a life worth living, mi cielo.”

Your eyes well up with tears, and with a quiver in your voice, you whisper, "I love you, Frankie."

"Te amo, mi cielo, te amo para siempre," he replies, his words carrying the weight of a vow between you two.

With intertwined fingers and hearts overflowing with love, you gaze into each other's eyes. As you lie there, wrapped in the afterglow of passion, you savour the tranquillity and completeness that permeates the room. You vow to cherish each day, to embrace the ordinary moments that always become extraordinary when you are with Frankie. Together, you will face the world with open hearts, ready to create this future you’ve always yearned for with Frankie. As Frankie peppers kisses down your throat, you smile, and a shuddering breath escapes you. Food can wait you think giddily. Your hands gently glide along the broad expanse of his back, savouring him in all his glorious being. Nothing else matters now, for Frankie is home.

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The Road Ahead - ch 1 | Frankie Morales x female reader

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Throughout most of your married life, you've dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently anticipated his return home, longing for the moment when he would be by your side once again. You yearned for him to open up to you during those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain with you. And as his addiction spiralled out of control, you hoped that he would recognize his problem and seek help. Yet, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Columbia doing God knows what.

But this time is the last. Resolved, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + / no minors allowed)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Applicable to the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, hard relationship to food, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty guys (more warnings will be added if necessary).

Summary: Now that Frankie is finally home for good, you can start looking to the future.

Notes: Hey everyone, I am super happy (and anxious) to be sharing my first-ever fic! I hope you like this deep dive into character growth with a lot of angst and a healthy side of fluff. The story will be told in the 2nd POV, but there will be no use of Y/N, ya'll get multiple nicknames instead. Hope you guys enjoy!

Ao3 link for those interested is: Here

You find yourself immersed in the itchiness of the comforter draped across you, its green, worn fabrics scratching your sensitive skin. Surprisingly, today you welcome this uncomfortable sensation, as it anchors your mind to the bed you are currently lying on. In this moment, as you struggle to catch your breath, the scratchiness of the duvet is grounding, preventing your mind from flying away.

Your hands glide slowly across the rough fabric, savouring its familiar prickle. As you trace the worn contours, memories start to flood back— The day when Frankie introduced that horrid green monstrosity was when you first moved in together some years ago, right before his second deployment. And although you despised its discoloured hue that clashed with your envisioned home's colour scheme, you kept silent. Frankie was leaving, and you didn't want your last moments together marred by a pointless argument over a green bedspread, no matter how dreadful it looked.  

Now, ten years, 2 home relocations and a marriage later, that green duvet stubbornly remains an integral part of your bedroom decor, painfully clashing with the soothing blues surrounding it. Cornflower Blue, as the home improvement store employee had labelled it. You recall the days of indecisiveness, tirelessly seeking the perfect shade for your bedroom— A place you hope would be a peaceful haven for Frankie. Weeks were spent deliberating between countless swatches until finally settling on the current hue. Still, the green persists, clashing with the blue. Perhaps sage green would have been wiser, you think. But you had refused to admit defeat to an old, worn duvet and instead, had stubbornly gone with your first idea, horrid green be damned! Now, to your frustration, the bedroom remains an enduring battleground of colours, an ongoing struggle where shades of blue and green vie for supremacy in their quest to dominate the mood of the room.

Yet Frankie was unfazed, never commenting on the jarring combination of green and blue or their blatant mismatch. Perhaps you were making a mountain out of Molehill as you always seem to do. After all, your tendency to dramatize insignificant matters had been a subject of teasing within your family for as long as you could remember. Your brother had a habit of remarking on how seriously you took trivial matters. For your entire lives, nicknames like "Miss Prissy" or "Your Majesty" had been thrown your way to highlight your over-sensitiveness. And while your family saw it as innocent sibling teasing, these remarks had a way of leaving you feeling bruised, unable to brush the comments off as easily as everyone expected you to.

Your hands pause above your bare, sweat-dampened chest, shaking your head to dispel the unwelcomed and intrusive thoughts. Instead, you focus on the blissful moment you’ve just shared with your husband. The memory of that bothersome, green eyesore and all its associated baggage swiftly retreats from your mind, vanishing as fleetingly as it arrived.

At long last, a sense of savouring the simple joys of life begins to envelop you. With Frankie by your side, you envision a newfound freedom to engage in playful bickering, loud laughter, and the sheer enjoyment of each other. The mundane moments hold an allure like never before, beckoning you to revel in their ordinary beauty. It's a longing for a life that seems quintessentially American, relentlessly depicted on daytime television—an idyllic portrait of a family, complete with devoted parents and their brood of 2.5 children, nestled in a cozy backyard. PTA meetings, a simple 9-to-5, soccer practices after school, and piano lessons on weekends create the repetitive rhythm of this picture-perfect existence. In your vision, the pinnacle of concern revolves around selecting the ideal flowers for the summer flowerbed. While some may deem it mundane, for you, it represents an exquisite slice of paradise.

Your husband Frankie, having endured years of military service, deserves nothing less, you think. Your hands still from their exploration as you reflect on the vivid nightmares, anxiety, and overwhelming fear that would sometime consume Frankie. Even here with you, it sometimes felt as though he was still back there, never truly able to be completely present. You think of the many nights when he was on leave these past few years, and he would wake up screaming and trashing in the middle of the night covered in cold sweats. Or when you guys would be out and about, and his eyes would shift with practiced zeal as if he was assessing for possible threats. Never really “turning off”. No amount of sweet reassuring words was ever able to soothe him when he found himself stuck within his own mind. Every time you tried to discuss these concerns with him, your husband would respond with calm reassurances, followed by a tender kiss on your forehead, urging you not to worry about him.

You shake your head, a resolute movement meant to, again, brush away the intrusive thoughts lingering on the periphery, refusing to let them dim this precious moment. You shift your gaze, fixating on the horizon of possibilities that stretches before you. It is a horizon where love acts as a healing balm, gently tending to the myriad wounds etched upon your husband's past. Your heart, though cautiously guarded, brims with a glimmer of hope, eager to embark on this journey together.

However, despite your best efforts, thoughts of your mother insidiously infiltrate your mind. Over the years, you've clashed with her on countless occasions, yet now, as a married woman, you think back on her warning before you got married. The resonating echo of her stern voice lingers in your thoughts, admonishing you to unwaveringly stand by your husband, regardless of the circumstances, and emphasizing that his happiness must always take precedence over everything else. Strangely, she never mentioned the reverse. With Frankie's return, you resolve to be more present, leaving daydreams behind and focusing on him and solely on him.

As you think of Frankie, you can clearly see his body and how it bears the evidence of his service, a map of scars, some worn openly, while others hide beneath his weary flesh. Deep wounds that bleed and pain him more than any bullet ever could. Words alone seem insufficient in the face of everything he has sacrificed. But now, Frankie is finally home, all of this is behind you two. And isn't all this what marriage vows were meant for? In sickness and in health, through the lows and the highs, you pledged to be there. As you remind yourself, supporting your husband doesn't diminish your strength and independence. It's merely an expression of love and partnership, you firmly resolve, even though the words ring somewhat hollow, as a voice in the back of your mind whispers, "But what about you?"

You slowly redirect your attention to the persistent itchiness on your skin. Taking three deep breaths, you allow each inhale and exhale to anchor you firmly into the present. As the air fills your lungs, you feel your shoulders slowly ease from the tension you always seem to put yourself under.

Now that Frankie is here to stay, you want nothing else than to provide the emotional solace and respite he needs to rebuild and find peace within himself. After everything Frankie has endured, you decide that he deserves a life that is predictably dull yet safe and warm. You want to build that life for him.

As your imagination runs rampant with visions of the life you're now free to construct together, Frankie emerges in the doorway. Clad in nothing more than a familiar, well-worn pair of briefs, he exudes an aura that is unmistakably his own—a blend of warmth, comfort, and a sense of home. In that instant, as you gaze at each other, it feels as though every small longing you held during Frankie's absence has converged into this singular moment. Nothing else matters to you right now except being with him.

In Frankie's hands, he carefully balances a tray, on it a tall glass of ice-cold water adorned with glistening condensation. The hunger stirs within you and your gaze falls upon two perfectly crafted PB and J sandwiches, invitingly prepared. It's evident that even now, the precise conditioning instilled by the army remains ingrained in Frankie. The unwavering precision, tidiness, and discipline persist, even amidst post-coital bliss. Sloppily prepared sandwiches? Never on Frankie’s watch.

Fondness envelops your heart, causing it to flutter with an intensity that threatens to burst from your chest. At this moment, a culmination of experiences floods your mind—the countless sleepless nights spent anxiously awaiting a call, the fear that gripped you while scouring the news for any shred of information, and Frankie's inability to share the depths of what he went through all race to the forefront of your mind. Now, as you reminisce about those moments when others would claim that being with Frankie wasn't worth the pain or hardships, a profound sense of satisfaction fills your heart. You're grateful for having ignored their words, as every single challenge and difficulty encountered along the way—the long-distance separations, the emotional uncertainties, and the sacrifices made—has ultimately proven to mean something. A smile mirrors your own overwhelming happiness as Frankie starts to walk toward the bed.

"I thought you'd have an appetite after all that exercise," Frankie says, his voice laced with a playful tone. His eyes, warm like melted chocolate, cradle you in their soft gaze. They speak volumes, no words needed, telling you just how much he cares.

A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you playfully quip, "Guess it doesn't help that we skipped dinner either, huh?"

"I apologize, mi cielo. I suppose I let my excitement get the better of me," Frankie admits, a touch of boyish bashfulness colouring his tone. "After eight long months apart, how could you expect me not to pounce on you, especially when you look so breathtaking?"

With utmost care, Frankie gently places the tray on the tiny side table, taking special care to move aside the book you're currently engrossed in. With the task completed, he turns his gaze towards you, slowly making his way to your side. Your eyes lock, and in an instant, he tenderly captures your mouth with his own. The kiss is unhurried yet filled with an intense passion, a promise of all that is to come, a fulfillment of the multitude of promises you have made to each other. Now, you have all the time in the world to embrace those promises.

As the kiss deepens, Frankie's hands begin to explore your naked body, their touch igniting a fiery desire that resonates deep within you. It engulfs you in a passionate longing that intensifies with each passing second. Frankie's wandering hands halt at your hips, where he gently strokes your sides while deepening the kiss even further. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily, his warm breath mingling with your own. A playful glimmer dance in Frankie’s brown eyes as he firmly grabs your hips, effortlessly flipping you both into the deep plushness of the bed.

A delighted squeal escapes your throat, and you find yourself on top of Frankie, straddling his warm hips. His devilish smile meets your gaze. Like a tidal wave, a rush of excitement cascades through you, electrifying your senses and igniting newfound energy within.

"I thought we were supposed to have dinner," you playfully tease, your hands resting on the firm planes of his pectorals.

Frankie's eyes glisten mischievously as he responds, his voice filled with playful affection, "Don't worry, hermosa. Dinner can wait another minute. Right now, all I want to do is admire you." With a tender touch, he grabs a handful of the fleshy part of your hips, gently massaging your sides. His voice carries on, laced with adoration, "You know, this angle is my favourite. When I see you from above, naked, and sweaty, you look like my very own Amazon. My fierce warrior queen whom I can’t wait to worship." His grip tightens possessively, playfully swatting your behind, causing your flesh to softly jiggle.

You can't help but snort with amusement, firmly grinding down in a slow sensuous movement Frankie exhales a low moan, his eyes closing in pleasure. Yielding to the temptation, you momentarily cease your ministrations and whisper, "Well, last time I checked, librarians weren't renowned for their battle prowess.”

Frankie's smile stretches, his eyes opening and locking with yours, while his hands gently secure your hips. His soft voice echoes sweetly, "Physical prowess is just a fraction of true strength, mi cielo. It's a mindset, a spirit that radiates courage and perseverance. Believe me when I tell you, you possess that strength in a way that surpasses anyone I've ever encountered."

His words envelop you in a comforting embrace that floods your being with warmth. Reflected in his eyes is an unwavering conviction, a faith given to you unlike any you've experienced before. Such belief, one you've never even held for yourself, captivates you. The weight of his words resonates deeply, shaking the core of your being, even as you strive to maintain a facade of nonchalance. But Frankie effortlessly sees through your charade, knowing you better than he knows himself at this point. He slowly pushes his upper body upward and starts peppering your collarbones with tender kisses. You feel your cheeks heating as you shyly avert your gaze, unable to resist the sweetness of his praise and the even sweeter ministration.

A brief moment passes, during which you nibble on your lower lip, contemplating your next words. Finally, you muster the courage to meet Frankie's eyes once more, you push him back down on the mattress and ask, a mischievous glint shining in your eyes, "If I am to be your queen, does that mean you're willing to obey my every command?”

A playful smile dances on Frankie's lips as he replies, "Well, mi cielo, let's just say I'm more than willing to embark on the thrilling adventure of fulfilling your every desire, one command at a time." With those words, Frankie softly grabs your right arm, the very arm that had been holding him down, and he punctuates each word with a tender kiss upon the palm of your hand. As he does so, his eyes gently close, allowing his lips to linger in their affectionate embrace, locked in that sweet moment.

Frankie surrenders to the present, savouring every precious second that slowly passes between the two of you. The ache of longing for you these past months had been insurmountable, a void that only you could fill. Amidst his world engulfed in chaos, pain, and the remanence of a haunting trail of death that seemed eternally imprinted on his very being, your presence at his side has always been the sole beacon of meaning and coherence. The only thing that ever truly mattered to him. Screw everything else; he should have chosen to stay home long ago, before feeling trapped in the abyss he felt he had dug himself into over the years. In an attempt to dispel the encroaching darkness threatening to envelop him, Frankie inhales deeply, pushing away those grim thoughts, before swiftly flipping you over.

Everything else fades away again, and only the two of you remain. As you draw in a deep breath, the air fills your lungs with a trembling intensity, causing a burning sensation. Your chest tightens, not just from the weight of Frankie's presence, but also from the weight of everything that surrounds you, suffocating you in its bittersweet grasp. Tenderly, Frankie gently presses his nose against yours, once, twice, before planting a soft kiss upon its tip.

"I promise you, mi cielo, there is nothing that can ever come between us. No war, no ruler, no divine power could ever separate me from you. I am yours for eternity, and as long as I get to spend my life with you, cariño, it would have been a life worth living."

Your eyes well up with tears, and with a quiver in your voice, you whisper, "I love you, Frankie."

"Te amo, mi cielo, te amo para siempre," he replies, his words carrying the weight of a vow between you two.

With intertwined fingers and hearts overflowing with love, you gaze into each other's eyes. As you lie there, wrapped in the afterglow of passion, you savour the tranquillity and completeness that permeates the room. You vow to cherish each day, to embrace the ordinary moments that always become extraordinary when you are with Frankie. Together, you will face the world with open hearts, ready to create this future you’ve always yearned for with Frankie. As Frankie peppers kisses down your throat, you smile, and a shuddering breath escapes you. Food can wait you think giddily. Your hands gently glide along the broad expanse of his back, savouring him in all his glorious being. Nothing else matters now, for Frankie is home.

#frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier #frankie x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x reader #triple frontier fic #francisco morales fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #angst with a happy ending #angsty #angst #fluff and angst #so much angst #ao3 #fanfic #pedro pascal fic

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Farewell

Pairing: Mairon x Reader (First person POV)

Themes: Angst | Heartbreak

Summary: Mairon had grown so consumed with the plans he had concocted with Melkor, he forgets you. What will you do when he makes his choice plain to you?

Warnings: Arguing | Insults

This is my first angst post. Here’s to hoping it passes muster.

Long ago, before the creation of the rings, before Sauron became known for what he is now, he was Mairon, the mightiest Maia who apprenticed under Aulë the Smith. At that time, he was fair and beautiful and loved order and perfection. This proved his greatest weakness, for his love of order and perfection threw him under Melkor’s influence. Through Melkor, he believed he could achieve all that he strived for.

Melkor would always be in his ear. They would make plans, devising new ways to achieve their ends, creating even more hellish beings to aid them in their quest for supremacy.

No. Everything was done to help Melkor in his quest for supremacy. Mairon eagerly lapped up the crumbs his master threw from the table. He thought one day, he would be richly rewarded and given his rightful place as the right arm of the Supreme Lord and ruler of Middle-Earth. He truly believed Melkor would give him leave to rule under his own authority.

All of this alarmed me, for I could see nothing good coming out of Mairon’s association with Melkor. I listened to his plans, the dreams he weaved, and warned him every chance I got. Melkor served no one but himself and cared for no one but himself. All he wanted was chaos, not the order Mairon desired. Once Mairon served his purpose, I was sure he would find a way to do away with his most loyal servant, and I’d rather that didn’t happen. Mairon would listened to me at the begining. He swore he loved me and he understood my fears. As time went on and he grew enmeshed with his so called ally, he waved off my concerns, just as he waved off my need for his time.

Like tonight, just like every other night now. "Come to bed, my love," I called out to him as he sat there, shoulders stooped, going over plans for a new fortress. Angband, he and Melkor called it. The Iron Prison. The ugliest name for the ugliest holdfast ever. It filled me with dread and I wondered what they would devise in this place. "It is cold."

He waved off my invitation with an impatient flick of the hand. "Mairon.” Despite the fire the room had gone cold. I pulled my robes to me and went to him. "You have been at this for hours now. Come to bed."

"I cannot," he grumbled impatiently. His meal had gone untouched, something that happens more frequently now. Mairon would not eat, would not drink, and he barely slept. All his thoughts were focused on what he and Melkor could achieve. How would he be rewarded for his service. "I need to see this through."

I sighed and draped my arms around his shoulders. His skin felt unsually warm to the touch. "Mairon." I purred into his ear and played with his hair, which was now completely black, as were the edges of his fingertips. Melkor's influence exacted a heavy price from all those who served him. "It can wait an hour, surely."

An hour. Just an hour. He felt an urge to put everything and walk away, but he couldn’y bring himslef to do it. This, his plans, had to take precedence over all else. Great rewards awaited him. "No," Mairon mumbled loud enough for you to hear. "I cannot. This is the stepping stone to the most important role in my life. Nothing must get in the way of that."

Not again. "But last night, you pro--"

Anger struck him like lightening. "Enough!" He shot up with such force that I stumbled and fell onto my back. "Enough of this! You try to strangle my plans like a thousand little weeds, and no matter how hard I try," Mairon snorted angrily, his face red with rage. "No matter what I do, you always try to find a way to creep back in!"

What happened to the chivalrous Maiar I feell in love with? "What happened to you?" stunned by his outburst, I picked myself off the floor. "You were always so sweet and considerate, but this," I gesture at him in frustration. "How am I supposed to love what you have become? Something cold and so cruel?"

"You do not!" Mairon snapped at me like an angry dog. "It would be better if you did not. It is clearly better for me to not be plagued by your presence."

It hurt to hear him talk like that. I looked around and realised how cold the room had grown over the past few weeks. The bed felt empty even when he was sleeping right next to me. My meals were taken at a quiet table. My days felt long and lonely.

Melkor has replaced me in his heart. My throat tightened at the very thought, then I remembered his words. He didn't want to be bothered by mypresence, so I won't bother him anymore. "Very well." I touched your cheeks, thinking I might find tears there. For now, there were none, but there would surely be plenty after. "I will remove myself from your presence and this kingdom for good."

This was something wholly unexpected. Mairon flinched like he had just been slapped. He felt an old yearning in his heart, to do the right thing and leave it all behind, but the words he should have said died on his tongue. 

"I will find a home elsewhere." I was trying to figure out where to go and how to get there. "Perhaps a cottage somewhere deep within the forests of middle earth. I think I could be happy with such a life." 

I got started on my lists, my packing. "I--" Mairon said repeatedly, but didn’t go beyong that. "I trust I will be given safe passage out of here?" I refused to look up from my trunk. Fight for me, I kept thinking, hoping, and praying he would come to his senses, go back to who he was before, and leave all of this behind. Fight for me, damn you.

Mairon gulped. He opened his mouth to talk, to apologize, but the dream of being his own lord, of seeing his plans through to the end, finally won out over the demands of his heart. "I will arrange it all," he said after hardening his heart. "Including coin for your upkeep. It will be ample, I assure you."

So he is not going to fight for me. Well, that certainly puts me in my place. I finally felt my chest heave, but now was not the time for sobs. Tears no longer affected him, so what was the point? "Thank you." I straightened my spine and touched the corners of my eyes. They were stinging and my cheeks were already damp with silent tears. "I hope you find happiness and success in your endeavors." Now was not the time for long farewells and teary goodbyes. This had to end, quickly and cleanly, for my sake. "Consider this my goodbye then."

I stormed to my rooms before he could answer, slamming the door and collapsing to the floor as the tears finally broke free. 

This had to be done, I kept telling myself. This had to be done. I’ll be happier away from him.

On the other side, unebknownst to me, Mairon rested his head against the door, a single tear trailing down his cheek. Before he could even touch it, that drop changed and disappeared like mist. He looked at his blackened fingertips, at the hair that had once been a beautiful, glittering red, and sighed. 

Too late. It was too late now. When his plans called out to him again, he answered. It was all he had left. 

#reader insert #sauron x reader #mairon x reader #lotr imagine #sauron imagine #LOTR #fanfiction #creative writing #writing #am writing #writeblr #a world of whimsy writes #angst

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Male(only xfemale)/female/gender-neutral reader

Description of yourself /reader  for example if you want a specific hair type or skin color or a specific personality height etc.

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comfort

angst

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suicide and dark themes

webtoon /manhwa

anime

manga

movies

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Smut

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Lookism

How to fight/ viral hit

jjk

questism/quest supremacy

If you want me to add a fandom you want then request it

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[eggyboyoart]

Handsome 2.0

Just a young artist thirsting over people who don't exist lol.

A general warning, I do enjoy horror and suggestive/nsft content and all content like that will have the appropriate warnings.

Please do consider buying me a coffee on my Kofi if you’re feeling generous

Also here is the link to my carrd, please do check it out.

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Masterlist below - Please be respectful :D

No Title - Izuku Midoriya x GN Reader (TW: angst with comfort, slightly yandere/worshipping vibes??, religious commentary - approx. 700 words)

Dabi brainrot - League meme post (TW: food - less than 100 words)

Domestic Bliss - Shoto Todoroki x GN Reader Crack Fic (TW: Shoto being bad at cooking, fluff/crack, mentions of vomit/throwing up/gagging, Shoto being hopelessly oblivious - approx. 1800 words)

Time Freezing Quirk Theory - what it would be like to be able to freeze time in the mha universe (TW: stealing (money/objects/classified information), murder (slitting throats), psychological confusion caused by quirk-usage, nose bleeding, ear bleeding, eye bleeding, passing out - approx. 500 words)

The Quest for the Furnace - ONLY ON AO3 - canon-divergent parody of JTTW with members of the brotherhood and you :D (TW: dadcaque, tags to be added)

LMK Six Eared Macaque - silly goofy guy headcanons :D (TW: top surgery scars (we luv) - approx. 500 words)

LMK Azure Lion - silly goofy lion headcanons :D (TW: Azure with lion traits supremacy lol - approx. 500 words)

LMK Red Son - silly bull prince headcanons :D (TW: Agender Red Son (WE LOVE HER) - approx. 500 words)

LMK Tang - silly little cicada headcanons :D (TW: Smoking herbs, hoarding - approx. 500 words)

LMK Peng - silly girlypop bird bitch :D (TW: punching children, discussion of insecurity - approx. 500 words)

Liar - You and Peng fight; its not pretty (TW: blood, sharp weapon (spear), physical violence, claws, reader is part dragon, peng and reader fight, reader gets a solid wallop on peng's face - approx. 1000 words)

LMK MK - silly GAY GAY GAY baby monkie man (TW: none - approx. 500 words)

LMK Sun Wukong - silly stinky monkey loser (TW: wukong not bathing lol - approx. 500 words)

Capitano/Assistant brainrot - Capitano and Sassy Assistant GN Reader (TW: princess as a joking nickname (referring to self) - less than 100 words)

SAGAU Winged Creator - Fun lil’ Xiao and Winged Creator brainrot (TW: heights (flying with wings), massage, could be interpreted platonic or romantic, could also be interpreted as suggestive at the end - approx. 400 words)

Scara Drawing + Body hcs - Emo Scara and ‘doll’/body hcs (TW: broken porcelain, electricity/electro, electrocuting ppl, stabbing ppl, - approx. 200 words)

Modern College Scara - Scara being attracted to idiots/you (TW: Scara calling you dumb and stupid - less than 100 words)

SAGAU creator speaking to animals - crack, pure crack and meme shit abt the creator being able to talk to animals and turns out, animals are assholes :| (TW: swearing, animals beating ppl up - approx. 200 words)

‘Wolf Day’ - Shaw pack headcanons/brainrot (TW: wolves - approx. 150 words)

Mate Job headcanons - Shaw Pack’s Mate’s Jobs (TW: cooking food/hospitality industry - approx. 560 words)

D.A.M.N. headcanons - D.A.M.N. squad headcanons (TW: talk of weapons for decorative purposes, drunkingly making out?? - approx 280 words)

Darlin’ brainrot - Shifted Darlin’ brainrot (TW: wolf - less than 100 words)

Magical theory - Fun theories about the applications of magic (TW: brief mention of gold being imbedded into skin (no blood/gore) - approx. 200 words)

Darlin’ craft store - Darlin’ owning a craft store + chaotic vamp fam (TW: none - approx. 100 words)

Darlin’ and Bright Eyes brainrot - most badass duo stg (TW: none - less than 100 words)

Darlin’ and Bright Eyes headcanons - my two faves being friends :D (TW: talk of, and I quote, ‘fucking a bitch up’ - approx. 350 words)

Lasko headcanons - Lasko being a secret hoe (TW: spicy clothes, innuendos? implied sexy times with Gavin (as per usual) - less than 100 words)

Dom Lasko headcanon - small hc about Lasko as a dom :D (TW: lasko’s irresistable sex appeal - approx. 200 words)

D.A.M.N. boy + Imperium AU headcanons - drawings abt how I think the D.A.M.N. boys look/dress like + Imperium AU as well (TW: sexiness, scars from being attacked, failed assassination attempt - approx. 700 words)

Camelopardalis/Freelancer brainrot - Freelancer relentlessly flirting with Cam :D (TW: Cam being easily flustered, Freelancer loving every moment of it - approx. 100 words)

Asset brainrot - Asset being a curious nuisance :)) (TW: none - less than 100 words)

Freelancer Revenge - Freelancer revenge brainrot during the E&E games (TW: Kody, fantastic memes - less than 100 words)

Just Grell - I love Grell sm (TW: amazing, beautiful woman - less than 100 words)

Julian’s route brainrot - brainrotting about the Apprentice, Portia, Asra and Julian’s death (TW: SPOILERS FOR JULIAN’S ROUTE, angst, little to no comfort, death, plague/sickness, incurable disease, not eating/drinking/moving for days, emotionally/mentally breaking down, crying, Apprentice really goes through it - approx. 650 words)

Stanley Parable Theory - stanley parable x presentable liberty thepry (TW: deadly virus, dying to said deadly virus, ghosts, haunting - approx. 250 words)

No Title - Handplates mini fic (TW: forgetting, gaster spoliers ig?? - approx. 150 words)

Underclash - Undertale au idea (TW: gladiator fights, fighting/killing for fun, being forced to fight for your life - approx. 

Asbestos theory - Asbestos in the facility and Chell’s life expectancy (TW: Asbestos related disease/cancer/sickness, Portal 2 spoilers? - approx. 250 words)

Your Favourite Human Hosts(TM) - brainrot abt Solomon and MC having a podcast (TW: lucifer’s ass - less than 100 words)

Rich MC Obey me! AU - Obey Me! AU where MC is like RICH rich, featuring; Asmodeus, Mammon and Leviathan (TW: money, BIG money times - approx. 300 words)

Beach Funtimes - unhinged MC, Diavolo and Lucifer :) (TW: mention of Dia's impeccable tiddies, being generally annoying toward Lucifer :), poetic rizz - less than 100 words)

Your Favourite Human Hosts (TM) pt2 - more about MC and Solomon's Morning News Podcast (TW: licking door knobs and that making ppl sick, fist fighting - approx. 250 words)

Too Far From Home - original space alien horror story (TW:  space, sci fi? murderous alien/space monster, blood, guts, gore, head wound, stomach wound, excessive use of the word moist and wet and other variations, off screen murder, implied murder at the end, not reader insert - approx. 1600 words)

S.A.P. (Super Abilities Project) - old story idea (TW: being submerged underwater for a long period of time, stressful/life threatening situations, being ‘stretched’ in a experimental/torture scenario, being electrocuted, being experimented on/tortured - approx. 250 words)

Project Control - an old story idea from like, 2017-2018 (TW: science experiments, ‘monster’/not human test subjects, murder of a test subject - approx. 600 words)

Project Control 2 - Test Subject 1 and 3 (TW: wack ass drawings/old art style, ‘monsters/test subjects’ (no gore), disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance. humans being experimented on, a child being suicidal - approx. 250 words)

Project Control 3 - Test Subject 4 (TW: conjoined twins, old art style, ‘monster’/non-human test subject, disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance, humans being experimented on, two humans being ‘merged’ into one monster? - approx. 150 words)

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[narcissistshandler]

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hello there, little pawn, my name is [RAFAEL] or just rafe, I have [21 YEARS] old and I'm a [BISEXUAL] man that goes by the [HE/HIM] pronouns. English is not my first language, bear with me (and feel free to correct any grammatical errors). This blog will only write for [TOP READER] in smut and only [MALE OR GN] reader, minors please dni. Things here can get a little [DARK], so always read the warnings and proceed with caution. If I make any mistakes please let me know and feel free to send messages other than requests.

⠀࣭⋆ FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

my focus is writing for fandoms that have little top!reader content, I currently write for the following works:

lookism, how to fight/viral hit, quest supremacy, blue lock, windbreaker, lord of the mysteries, jujutsu kaisen, death note, attack on titan, spider verse and jojo's bizarre adventure.

you can find the list of characters here or on the third link up there at the beginning. I often receive requests for other fandoms and it doesn't bother me, but it's preferable to ask first if I know the fandom in question.

⠀࣭⋆ WARNINGS

I'm currently receiving a lot of requests asking for female readers, among other things, so I would like to once again ask that the rules be read before sending a request.

And remembering that all the characters I write for are of legal age or have been made aged up for narration purposes.

⠀࣭⋆ STATUS

getting back active

last work: dumb dumb dumb, male reader x isagi (blue lock)

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[moonbyulsstuff]

Hey! Can you write headcannons about dating known top dogs in questism? I mean Seok, Sehyun and Jaeha (we don't know north top dog so dhdhdh)

If not, just Jaeha please? I actually read your v-hit headcannons and I enjoyed them! Ohh right, GN reader is fine right?

Dating the Top Dogs of Gangbuk Headcannons.

GN Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

Suhyeon Kim:

Insecure Suhyeon at the end, minor angst, fluff, kinda crack?

This poor boy does not know what to do.

This was his first time dating someone, so he doesn't know what to do.

But you, who had past relationships before. knew what to do.

But to him, it was hard but it got easy over time.

Dating him would be pretty chaotic.

Its always you coming to save his ass whenever he's in trouble, and you scolding him afterwards.

But since you were dating Suhyeok, it was obvious you would get targeted by others.

Wanting to get back at Suhyeok by attacking his partner.

So Suheyok was by your side at all times or have Hajun. Haru, or Kuja by your side whenever you go out without him.

He just wants you to be safe.

When it comes to anniversary, he's a nervous wreck.

He thinks that every gift is not perfect, since to him, you're a perfect being in his eyes.

So he usually asks help from the others but they don't know jack shit about romance and never experience dating before.

Suhyeok usually ends up getting you, chocolates, teddy bear and things that are cliche stuff. But you of couse appreciate and usually give him a kiss, or something that you put together.

If someone had hurt you, the person would get a threat from the gang for hurting their boss partner.

But if you two got into an argument, and it was Suhyeok fault. He would find ways to apologize to you, giving you flowers, kneeling down on the ground for hours, or if you want some time before forgiving him. He would leave you alone while leaving some little flowers by your door.

But if it was your fault, he would wait for you to calm down. While also talking to you a few hours after the argument so that the two of you can have a calm conversation about it.

He's a very loving boyfriend.

Affectionate, like really, really, clingy and affectionate.

He would whining if you ever leave him, even if it's just a moment.

And he get's jealous very easily, Suhyeok would clung onto if he ever saw someone flirting with you.

Suhyeok is just in love with you so much, but has a sense of fear lingering the back of his head that you will find someone so much better than him.

Someone that can give you a comfortable life rather than you being with him in a life full of gang and criminals.

There were some nights that had him thinking of breaking up with you, but never fully went through it because he knows how you love him and he loves you too much to do so.

So, he appreciates every moment where you tell him that you don't mind being with him, even if his life is full of fighting and gang activity and such.

Its makes him tear up at the comforting words you say to him.

He's so glad to have you and have you by his side.

Seok Kang:

minor yandere Seok, obsessive behavior, fluff.

Seok had experience on dating prior on dating you, so he knew what he was doing.

Seok is a soft and caring man towards you, you are the only one that can bring out his soft and caring side to you.

He deeply cares for you and would kill anyone for you.

If someone ever hurt you, you bet Seok is already threatening them.

Seok likes hugging you around , just having his arm wraps around your waist, arm is enough to keep calm for the rest of the day.

If you two ever got into an argument, and it was Seok fault, he would try and talk to you but if you don't want to see him for a meanwhile, he would you some space before coming back and trying to apologize to you

But if it was your fault, Seok would give you some time to cool off and waiting for you to apologize and also talking to you.

Seok is good at getting you gifts during your anniversary, each time is more much elegant and beautiful than last time.

He would take all of his time to find you the perfect the gift, and he would make sure that it was the most perfect and beautiful gift than last time.

It usually leaves you speechless when Seok shows up with the gift on your anniversary.

You pay him back by usually doing what he wants for the day, but it usually ends on what you want to do since he's content on just spending the day with you.

Seok gets jealousy but not easily as Suhyeon.

He knows that won't leave him for another person just because they flirted with you.

But if he does, oh boy, does it get interesting.

He would start whispering to your ear and kissing your hand making the son who was flirting with you, back off.

There were a lot of people who were after you since you Seok partner, so you always had bodyguards with you. Everywhere you go to make sure you weren't in danger.

Does he ever have the same thoughts as Suhyeon? No, of course not.

He won't let himself think that way, as to him that's a sign that he doesn't love and trust you enough.

So refused to think that way.

He knows you love him and he loves you.

Jaeha Han:

minor angst at the end, overprotective Jaeha, fluff.

Just like Seok, he had prior dating experience before, but it was usually a one month relationship before it ended.

But this was the first long relationship he ever had with anyone, so it was surprise to him and everyone who knew about his dating life.

He was nervous, he didn't know what to but you were there to reassure him and lead him along the way.

Over time, Jaeha got overprotective of you which if someone ever hurt you, Jaeha would be a manipulative, cunning bastard, basically threatening them while also shaming them.

And since you are Jaeha Han partner, a lot of people were after you.

So Jaeha was always by your side 24/7 since he doesn't trust any of his guys enough to be alone with you, tbh. He doesn't like the thought of someone else other than him being alone with you.

He had never experience an anniversary before, since his relationships only end after 1 month, so he gets you some chocolate, teddy bear, flowers, F/F and much more just for you.

And whenever you would surprise him with a gift, he would keep it at his room, and stares at it sometimes as it comforts him.

Whenever you two got into an argument, and it was his fault. He would storm out of the house/apartment to let out some steam, he would be gone for hours and would be back and was already kneeling down on the ground, apologizing to you.

But if it was your fault, he would force you to sit down with him and talk to him. He doesn't want the day to end with a bitter taste on his mouth.

Does Jaeha get jealous very easily? Yes, way more than Suhyeok.

The way he deals with it is by hugging you while flipping the person off, while saying.

"Their taken, fuck off."

His behavior surprise you but you found it funny and endearing to say the least.

Does he have the same thoughts as Suhyeok? Yes and No.

He does think of it but shook that though off with saying that his loyal to you and you are loyal to him.

And you have already reassured him about it when he talked it about to you.

That made Jaeha smile, happy at the reassurance.

#questism #quest supremacy #🌙moonbyulsstuff works #jaeha han #suhyeok kim #seok kang #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #headcanons #requested

[molotovmetro]

hello,,, if possible can i get domestic life/married life with diluc, childe, kaeya, and albedo?? mb they are dads too?? thanks and love your work!

Thank you! I'm not too familiar with Albedo, so I'm sorry if he might be a bit ooc, I did my best! Also I think it's a bit more dad than just domestic life, I hope that's okay!

Cw: slight but nonspecific spoilers for Kaeya, other than that none I think! Let me know if I need to tag! (Maybe some Kaeya favouritism but shhh)

Domestic life/being dads

Diluc

Diluc is someone who likes to keep others at a distance. He has lost so much, and in his eyes, letting people in allows him to lose even more

So it is no small feat that you managed to creep into his life the way you did

After getting married and having kids, he gains another fear. Besides being scared to lose you, he now fears abandoning his family

The moment he hold his baby in his arms for the first time, the small tufts of hair on their head already visibly the same shade of crimson as his own, he vows to them to always be there for them.

He gives up most of his duties as the Darknight Hero—key word most, he doesn't have too much faith in the knights—in favour of being with you and your child, in favour of being safe.

As he gets older, he learns to forgive Kaeya. Over time, the brother reform their bond

This doesn't mean that he won't be jealous if his kid talks about how cool uncle Kaeya is

Tartaglia

One of the most important things in Childe's life is family. When things get serious between the two of you, you can bet he's in it for the long run

Especially after getting married, Tartaglia feels bad about having to be away as often as he is. He wants to be there for and with you

Even more so if you have kids. The last thing he wants is to be a deadbeat dad. It means everything to him to have a close relationship with your child

This leads to him being an incredibly involved parent. He will be at every sports game, every play, any contest, whatever his kid's hobbies are, he will be there to support them

He lives for domestic life. In the morning he wakes early to make breakfast for you and your kids, he will take them to school and pick them back up, he will play with them whenever they want, he would do anything for the kid

But when they're away or asleep, he's all yours

Both you and the kid are incredibly spoiled. You're left wanting for nothing as long as he's around, even if you tell him that no, the child does not need a new toy for the fifth time this week

Kaeya

Kaeya is unpredictable

You honestly never expected him to fully settle down, so when he proposed it definitely came as a surprise

There is no one in the world he trusts as much as he trusts you. That's why he chose to spend the rest of his life with you. You're not just his lover, you're also his best friend and confidant. You know his secrets, his past, everything

You're also the one who encouraged him to try and rekindle his relationship with his brother. With your meddling they have managed to at least be on friendly terms with each other. Albeit not without teasing

He asked Diluc to be his best man

Kaeya feels a bit double when he finds out you're pregnant. He struggles with his past, especially his roots, and now he will just be passing that burden on to this child

The worst of his worry is short lived though. As soon as the kid is born, it makes place for love and affection

He's definitely the fun dad. The kind who sneaks his kid a cookie before dinner with a wink and a finger to his lips telling them not to tell their mom

If his past ever catches up to him, there is no length he wouldn't go to to keep the two of you safe. No matter what, you're his priority. He would do anything for you

Albedo

While Albedo is a bit of a loner, he doesn't mind your presence. With time, companionship turns into romantic feelings and after dating for a few years the logical next step is marriage. Do not misunderstand, just because it's the most logical step, doesn't mean he's not excited for it

He treats both marriage and fatherhood as a bit of an experiment, but he will try to tone it down if that makes you uncomfortable

Besides the obvious love he feels for the both of you, he enjoys learning new things about humanity and the emotions and experiences that come with having a family

He is really good with kids, and Klee is ecstatic to have a niece or nephew, even though she's not actually related to Albedo

The activity he likes doing with his kid the most is arts and crafts. Usually in his paintings he focuses on one aspect and tries to capture it as accurately as possible, but he finds it rather therapeutic to fingerpaint or make origami or clay figures with his kid. It's truly an adorable sight

#i believe in kaeya and diljc being brothers supremacy #diljc lmao #im very scares for albedo's ngl #ive only done his story quest and the tiny part in the windblume event #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[ventisshamelesssimp]

It’s 4 am and you guys know what time it is!!

Text reactions!! Venti text reacts along with a special guest!!

Warning(s): Light “fighting” (if it can be considered fighting.) and the mention of the word yandere. Also might be cheesy or a bit oc but I write Venti this way because I think that he really is afraid of loosing another loved one and he might be for the first year(s) a bit insecure about your relationship. But anyways enjoy guys!!!

Bonus:

Poor Master Diluc!

#genshin impact venti #genshin venti #genshin impact #genshin barbatos #venti x reader #venti fanart #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin texts #venti headcanons #venti come home #venti barbatos #venti the bard #venti genshin #venti #venti scenarios #venti supremacy #venti story quest #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #master diluc #diluc headcanons #diluc imagines #genshin diluc

[babiexiao]

contains : afab!reader x xiao (little meow meow), strangers to lovers <3 pussy drunk xiao, fat cock supremacy me thinks! touch starved xiao too :( praise, he's just babie boy <3

word count : 1.2k (HELP this was meant to be a couple hundred words only djhfdk)

this is my first time writing for genshin oh my god, i'm nervous ghjgd but the genshin brainrot has been fucking real since i started playing and and and i just want xiao so bad 😔 in more ways than one 😔anyways. here is this brainrot, i'm gonna go take a cold fucking shower now– this is proofread but i'm really dumb right now so just ignore mistakes if there any, thank you! <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

just imagine being able to get past xiao's wall. he's built it up for so many years, refusing to have any or at least have very minimal contact with humans, but finds himself coming back to have that almond tofu your store sells at least once a week, finding the taste to be much better than his– more homemade than his attempts. it fills him with comfort, makes him relax with every bite, warms his heart up. one day he finds the courage to ask how you make it so homey, and your answer almost makes him blush.

"oh, i just make it with a lot of love!" you replied to a stunned xiao. love... it seemed foreign, it was foreign. he walks out that day while mumbling something about the answer being "too human" for him. but he can't help but come back the next week, finding himself wanting to talk to you more, to understand what you meant by making food with this so called love. he starts coming in more often a couple of months later. you intrigue him. it's strange, he's never been this infatuated with a human before... it's very, very strange. you're like a ray of sunshine in his darkened world, every day without you feeling tiring, lonesome – and every time he sees you, your smile warms his heart, even more than the almond tofu you make for him.

"do you... actually make the tofu with a lot of love...? every time? mine never tastes like yours." he asks, taking a seat beside you on the blanket laid out under the stars. you two would often meet like this late in the night, talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

"perhaps." you visibly hold back a laugh. he seems so clueless, reminding you of a small lost puppy. "it's actually my great grandma's recipe. she always had a way with cooking... it's been passed down from her. but the secret is–" you look at him before lowering your voice to a whisper and leaned in close to his ear. "the secret to making it taste so good isn't how good her recipe is, it's actually just having very fresh tofu, xiao."

"tsk." he grumbles something under his breath that you don't really pick up on, but you don't miss the way his cheeks heat up, probably because of how close you were to him. "that's a dumb secret. didn't need to whisper it like that." he adds, looking off into the distance. you've broken his barriers down enough to know he didn't mean it was actually stupid. it was just his little way of getting his point across, more often in snarky remarks. it was cute. xiao wasn't used to things like that – it had been far too long since he had felt anyones touch, let alone have a human be mere centimetres away from his face.

it wasn't until he came back from a quest, stumbling into your store after closing hours, clothes stained with blood and face bruised, that he let you lay your hands on him. gently, you seated him down on a stool, rushing around to gather bandages and water, slowly peeling off his clothes to get to the cuts underneath. he hisses through his teeth every time the cloth hit a sensitive cut, and you muttered back a little 'sorry' every time, eyebrows furrowed as you worked on cleaning his wounds. even though he hadn't been touched like that before, and was half naked with someone as pretty as you in front of him. strangely he wasn't tense. his body was rather relaxed, shoulders slumped down and jaw unclenched as you put the final bandage around his torso. he kissed you for the first time that night, whimpering into your mouth as he held the back of your neck with a single hand, only pulling back when the both of you needed air. he carried a smile on his face. "thank you." he whispered.

a very touched starved xiao was now a xiao that craved that kind of intimacy. coming to visit you every night after you finished for the night, letting his arms wrap around your waist and nuzzling his face into your back as you did your work.

xiao was always blushing whenever you initiated something new. from hand holding to hugging, to making out a little sloppier than usual, heavy petting, he was always a flustered mess. even more so when his cock sunk into your pussy. his head felt dizzy, you felt so good. is this what it felt like every time? he might get addicted, he thinks.

and addicted he was. pussy drunk. wanting to do everything to make you feel good. he wanted to take care of you, that's what he was used to doing for humans and it wouldn't be any different with you. tongue pressing against your clit, giving it the smallest kitten licks just to see your hole clench around nothing. "so pretty, all mine." he whispers, kissing your upper thighs as his face heats up when your hips try to chase his mouth. he lets his strength push your hips down into the bed, fingers on his other hand coming to spread your folds apart, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your seeping hole all the way to your clit, humming as he tastes your sweetness on his tongue. that's all it takes for him to go dumb, even dumber than before. he eats you out with ease, humming and smiling into your cunt as you writhe above him, tugging at his hair.

"love you s'much." he whispers against your lips, fat cock resting against your clit as his mouth presses against yours. you're barely given any time to respond, cut off by his lips and the feeling of his fat cockhead bullying its way into your cunt. "so pretty 'n fuck– t-tight... 's for me, yeah?"

"yours... all yo-yours, xiao..." his name leaves your lips in a broken moan, hot breath hitting his face as he rests his forehead against yours, fighting back the urge to bully his cock all the way into your since you felt so good around him. "i love you, so much."

he simply groans, getting lost in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him as he finally bottoms out. your words bounce around in his head as he finally drags his hips out, just leaving his tip in before pushing back into you a little too soon, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. not when he fills you up so nicely. stuffing you to the brim with his fat cock and reducing you to a mess.

"haa– love this c-cunt, love you. shit– 'm love you s'much baby." the most talkative he'd be is when he'd be getting drunk on your pussy. word after word spilling from his mouth without any filters. with his brutal pace and the way his curved cock would hit the spot that has you seeing stars almost every thrust, you cum quickly. but he wouldn't stop. he'd be too far gone. "one more, okay? i know you can gimme one more." he whispers, kissing you as his cock drags against your walls again and again, skin slapping so loudly in the room. he's so drunk on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him that xiao doesn't care how overstimulated you are (or even how overstimulated his own cock is), he'd let his cock slam into you over and over till he's tired <3

#xiao smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #I WANT HIM SO BAD WTF #thirst hours for xiao !

[deffonotsimping]

hii! i just the the playable reader au thing and i love the concept it’s so cool!

can i request scara , zhongli and kazuha with the playable reader au? if you don’t mind of course!

bet! I love this au so much :))

characters: Scaramouche + Zhongli + Kazuha

-> Masterlist

content!! minor spoilers for the archon quest, gn reader, fluff

Scaramouche

Oh boy. Whilst you two haven't actually met in the game yet, your personalities (or how much the players have already seen of them anyway) fit together so well!!

"ScaraDer (Scaramouche x Reader) supremacy" - "they haven't even met? 🤨"

We don't care, you two are (would be??) cute together.

There's this one fanfiction of you two that is widely known among the fans, both shippers and non shippers, might I add!

It's about you getting introduced as a replacement for Signora (Reader on their villain arc, love to see it) and getting the place of the 8th harbinger.

Along with Childe you had to try to find Scaramouche in Inazuma after he had taken the gnosis of the raiden shogun. You and Childe had decided to split off, everyone going their own way and even making it a little game on who would find him first.

Well.

You won and the scene from the fanfiction is what even got your ship THAT popular!!

"You're insufferable, trying to hunt me down like this. Who do you think you are, huh? You really think you could take me in a fight?" - "What a pity, not only do I think that, I know so, Balladeer."

Watch "I know so, Balladeer" get trending on Twitter smh.

Zhongli

Please. This is set when you're already a playable character and/or if your voice lines already got leaked!

Canonically knowing many characters because you're a traveler that has been to many places in this AU, you're bound to run into the very Geo Archon himself at least once, right?

Right.

He doesn't have a voice line about you yet (at least the players can't listen to it yet because it's important to some lore stuff that will happen only a little while later). BUT you do have a voice line about him.

And oh my God, let me tell you!! You admire the archons so much and it's so adorable I can't.

"What I think of the Geo Archon? What makes you think I even know him? Haha! Didn't he die or something.. I mean! There's no suspicious activity here! What's an Archon, anyway?"

blinks.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY"?? 🤨

There's also official art of you two, meaning that you do canonically know him. The fans went wild, trust me. He also looks at you with a gentle smile on his face in it, how can they not ship you two?!

Kazuha

We love em anemo boys, do we not?

For this one, it was mainly because of the people that shipped you with Gorou and because of the people that shipped you with Scaramouche. They decided to make it a poly ship and then some of them changed their opinion to just Reader x Kazuha!

(I do accept Reader in a poly relationship with characters requests btw so.. 👍)

You sadly don't have many shippers because you haven't met in game yet and KazuDer (Kazuha x Reader) originally started existing because of two other ships, but the people that do ship you are loyal af!!

"Admit that KazuDer (Kazuha x Reader) will never be canon or die. 🔫" - "[death noises]"

... kind of concerning but they can't help it when you two would just be so cute together!!

The little crumbs of content you two have among fans is wonderful, though!! The fanart? immaculate. Cosplays? So much talent, I'll puke. FANFICTIONS?? ARE THESE PROFESSIONAL AUTHORS BEHIND THE SCREENS? 🤨🤨

You may not have many shippers, but they're all very talented with what they post, it's amazing!

All in all, you two are an amazing comfort ship, the dynamic between you is so soft, singles be crying just at the thought of seeing you ever interact ingame!

I really do be writing like it's the last thing I'll do.. That's fine tho!! God, I love them so much, this was fun! :D

#genshin character x playable reader au #scaramouche x reader #zhongli x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche #zhongli #kazuha #scaramouche imagines #kazuha imagines #zhongli imagines #scaramouche hcs #zhongli hcs #kazuha hcs #scaramouche fluff #zhongli fluff #kazuha fluff #shipping #genshin hcs #genshin impact #genshin scaramouche #genshin zhongli #genshin kazuha #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction