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P1Harmony Soul as your boyfriend tarot
Note: This is not only purely for entertainment, I'm very very new to tarot! (But not new to spiritualism!) My readings are in a sense open ended and aren't meant to be taken as anything other than me speculating and having fun! :) Requests open btw!
Bath time!
Soul fanfic <3
Warnings: Cute Cringe
Synopsis:Soul begs you to accompany him while he's in the bath and you share some interesting conversations.
Word count:1,055
Not proof read
A/N: yup I'm into P1harmony now…surprise! I've scanned them for a little over a week now but I didn't want to write any fanfics for them before had a good grip on their personalities
We all know Soul can still be a little childish sometimes. A little weird, a little loud, a little misunderstood. All those terms suit both Soul and a kid. Throughout the two years you've been dating him you've gotten used to his weirdness so you're not surprised this scenario happened today.
You were using the bathroom while Soul was getting a bath, as any normal human would do. But Soul isn't normal now is he. You two were just chatting a bit when you were heading for the door when he called out your name.
"Y/N," he said. You came back over to the curtain and said,
"Yes?"
"Can you stay here with me?" He asked in his sweet little voice. You chuckled.
"Why?" You said sitting back down on the closed toilet seat.
"Because I love you," despite dating for two years everytime those three words come out of his mouth you can't help but blush and kick your feet.
"Alright," you said "I'll stay,"
He then cheered and you heard the water from his bath splash around at his sudden movement. He then started opening the curtain, "Shota what are you doing?" You said grabbing the white cloth.
"I wanna see you," he whined.
"But you're in the bath! That's weird…" you cried out.
"Your my girlfriend, it's okay you've seen me naked before," he said as if it were nothing, while your cheeks got red.
"Fine," you said, letting go of the curtain allowing him to swing it open. He let out another little cheer before opening it, and there he was. The tips of his sandy hair clumped together, dripping wet, all over his shirtless chest. His childish smile beaming at you accompanied by his dreamy eyes looking up at you. After taking a moment to look at you, he sunk back down into the bubbles in his bath. His phone was on the edge of the bathtub, it seemed as though he was playing cookie run before you came in.
"What scent is your bubble bath? Satsuma?" You asked striking up a conversation.
"Yep!" He smiled innocently, he looked so cute and you were so tempted to comment on it but it just wasn't the right time."you've always had a keen for smelling things," you laughed at his attempted compliment.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You chuckled.
"Your good at knowing what something is just by its scent," he said simply. You thought about his words for a moment.
"I suppose your right," you said kinda shocked. "I think I get it from my childhood," you said leaning a little closer to the side of the tub.
"How so?" He asked.
"Well when I was younger I used to smell everything, especially things that were new to me. Then later on I'd smell that same thing and know what it was instantly!"
"Oh my God, that reminds me of one time when I was like eight there was a fire in my school and I thought I was gonna die!"
•You two somehow got lost in conversation about school stories and people you knew when you were younger•
"And I remember the whole class laughing while the janitor cleaned it up," you laughed as you told a story from your elementary days when you noticed Soul staring at you from the side of the tub. "Why're you looking at me like that?"
"You remind me of a character from a show I watched…" Soul said while his expression made it seem like he was looking around his brain for some more information. "Claire…from the tales of Arcadia series," He said, still looking up at you with the whole world in his eyes.
"Oh I remember that show, you've talked about it a lot," After you told him how you remembered it his face lit up. It was clear he loved this show and he was dying to rant about it to you again. As he was doing so he was talking about the main love interests.
"That's when he drove Claire up to this little hill after the dance and all the lights from the city could be seen. Then he put on some music and started dancing with her! It was so sweet," he said leaning against the side of the tub, staring off into space thinking about it.
"Sounds kinda like us," you said looking up at the ceiling. You were now on the floor with your back facing the inside of the tub. One of your knees was up with your arm resting on top of it. Soul's expression turned a little surprised as he looked at you. "I mean we haven't really done anything like that, for many reasons, but it just sounds like something you'd do for me," you smiled up at him as you tucked your knees up and hugged them with your arms. He looked at you shocked.
"Yeah, you're right. I've thought about doing things like that for you," he admitted.
"Really!? Why didn't you?"
"Just too busy, chaotic, I couldn't find a good place. Just not a good time you know?" Shota said, setting his chin on the side of the tub with his right arm under it and his left next to his jawline.
"Yeah, that makes sense," you said, tucking some of the stray hairs away from Soul's face. His cheeks got a little pink from your soft action. If that wasn't enough you kissed him on the head, which caused him to show you his squishy smile. You went to back away from the kiss but he just pulled you back in for another kiss. You squirmed around during the kiss and when he let you go you whined "Soul your hands were wet! Now my face and shirts all wet," he just laughed and you ended up joining in. "Anyways you should get out because your fingers are as wrinkled as a prune and the water's freezing," You laughed getting up off the wet floor.
"Awe okay," he said, scooting over to the tap.
"Cuddles in bed after?" You smiled back at him with the door handle in your hand.
"Yes!"
<discamler> this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended for anything other than p1eces imagination and daydream fuel.
Anonymous asked:
can you please please please please write perv best friend minho manipulating you into sleeping with him? like you’re his cute bestie and he just has to have you or he’ll be very sad and you can’t see him sad so you’ll do anything to make him happy
i love this ask so much, i stepped outta class to answer this too <3
minors dni
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your best friend minho was obsessed with you. of course he was, had you seen yourself? you were the epitome of a gorgeous person. a literal goddess in his eyes. it didn’t help that you were extremely inexperienced, so cute and innocent when it came to anything sexual. it made him absolutely feral, seeing your doe eyes when anything sexual came up, how your cheeks would turn red because you had no experience whatsoever. he was obsessed with every minute of it. and every once of you.
I can't stop thinking about it
SKZ Texting idol reader when they’re caught in a dating scandal part 1
Pairing: Hyung line x idol! reader
Genre: fluff, crack
Request: Hey could you do skz idol s/o and there caught in a dating scandal
Warning: swearing
A/N: decided to spill this one into two parts so the texts could be longer for each member so part 2 with the maknae line will hopefully not take me too long to do
i wanna be invited to a sex party, only to be tied up as soon as i arrive to serve as lube dispenser. someone positions a bowl underneath my already dripping pussy to catch any excess juices while another man shoves a vibrator against my clit, bringing me right to the edge before stopping, sliding his hand down over my pussy. i wince as he suddenly pushes three fingers in, nodding in approval as he uses my slick to lube up someone's ass.
for the rest of the night i am edged continuously, with people using my dripping pussy to lube up their dicks, toys, fists, or anything they find fun to insert in me. it's never fucking; the only stimulation i get is just slow, almost clinical insertion and exertion. sometimes not even that, only using the bowl under my legs as i beg them to fuck me, please. i try to clench around their dicks, to shake my hips, but they are not here to fuck me. i am just an object to them, an edgeslut so ruined this is the only way i can be useful.
*has a corruption fetish* haha this rules. make me worse
*develops weirder kinks* no wait
I’m getting dinner ready- prepared to his specifications. I’m naked, of course. I have to be ready to serve any of his whims at any time.
I’m chopping up the jalapeños when he comes up behind me. One hand lands heavy and possessive on my shoulder. I watch as his other hand reaches towards the cutting board, and he extends his index fever and begins to swab it through the juice from the jalapeños. He picks up one of the slices, large pieces that will be too spicy for me in our dinner, but it’s how he likes it so it’s how we eat. He squeezes the jalapeño chunk between his fingers, and I can see the watery liquid from the pepper’s flesh drip down his hand. He drops the jalapeño and his hand reaches down between my legs. My body flinches away, but his strong hand on my shoulder keeps me in place as he touches my clit with his finger, the one he had covered in juice from the peppers. He wiped his fingertip thoroughly under the hood of my clit, effectively coating my already burning clit, before roughly pinching and wiping my whole labia with the burning liquid. My most sensitive spots were filled with burning pain. All the muscles in my abdomen tensed hard and I gritted my teeth till my jaw shook. I whimpered, pathetic and feral through my clenched teeth, and he chuckled at the sound. I felt my legs begin to tremble, as he thrust his finger up into my hot, wet pussy, pushing the burn inside me now. He pumped once, twice, added a second finger and pumped in again. I’m ashamed to admit, when he pulled his fingers out they were coated and dripping with my slick. I watched him swab his soaked fingers in more of the juice from the peppers before he reached back between my legs and circled his finger, just lightly, around my asshole. “Please, no,” I croaked, voice cracking while I attempted to speak. He laughed again, rough and low, and I felt his finger begin to press hard, straight into my back hole. Once it was one knuckle deep he pulled it back out before thrusting home, sheathing his rough, angry digit in my asshole. Tears were running down my face now. My ass burned.
I collapsed into him, grabbing at his shirt with frantic hands, looking for some kind of comfort against the pain. My clit was by far the worst, and it felt like the delicate skin was melting off. My pussy was screaming, stuck in torturous hell, while my asshole tightened involuntarily, pulling the hot, burning liquid tighter against my pathetic skin.
Darling who wears a full face veil- A deity/mortal unable to reveal themselves to mortals, a noble who is prohibited from showing their face to anyone they aren't wed to, a shy actor finding creative ways to interact with their fans or simply an average person looking to mask their insecurities however they can. Thick enough to hide their features, but if they turn in the right direction their admirers can catch a glimpse of their eyes or the outline of their smile.
Their yans lie awake every night thinking what the color of their eyes are even if darling tells them and it'd be like to gaze into them for hours lost in their beauty. They wonder if they have any scars or birthmarks and if they'd mind doting on their features. Jealous strikes when they start to question if their darling is scouting out potential lovers safely with their veil as a layer of protection away from watching eyes.
All thoughts honestly fly out the window when darling has to eat something and lifts their mask just a tiny bit. If darling smiles for any reason at that point, likely out of nervousness due to their watcher's stare, it's game over for Yan. Imagine monster darling being offered some food by their yan and they just have huge ass fangs. A one way ticket to heaven they'll revoke til they have their love's teeth embedded in their throat
Anonymous asked:
Considering your courting series, which I love dearly, what about Horangi? He’d obviously be a tiger, of course he would.
But what about him being a possessive guy. Having his tail wrapped around reader at all times possible. Or dragging reader to sun bathe with him due to his cat like tendencies.
Even just forcing reader to stay put while he naps in his lap, giving him a warning glare of tries to move.
Just overall giving that same sass as any cat. Not wanting to lose his prized possession.
Gosh- Horangi would be such a possessive and clingy guy. Mein kleiner tiger<3
- 🪶
Tiger Horangi Courting Headcanons
At first Horangi wants to see what you’re made of!! When you spar he makes sure that by the end of it you’re both tired. The more you both spar together, the harder it is to really determine if you’re sparring anymore lololol. By the time you’ve decided that you want to be with him he’ll always be on you, rubbing his face against yours. After missions, especially tough ones, he likes to take care of you and clean you up. He’ll mess with your hair, and give you kitty licks in hopes that it eases any tension in your body (Weird for actual humans to do but this is animal courting so take his licks or leave it lol). Horangi will even take his mask off in the comfort of either room, and give you love bites as a way to tease you. Of course if it actually hurts he’ll give it a kiss as an apology.
When you’re both just on base he’ll like to stalk you and then pounce just to catch you off guard. That one joke that’s like “If I run to him he will catch me,” he totally does that to you. He also does this behavior in bed, you’ll be lying down and then Horangi decides that he feels like wrestling you because it’s funny. Tigers can’t purr but they do chuff, so after he’s satisfied with messing with you, he’s a cuddle bug all over and is nuzzling and rubbing along your sides. He feels less active during hot weather, so one those days you’re most likely going to get nothing done as he drags you somewhere to nap, and even if you try to get out he’ll wrap his tail around your leg which ultimately drags you back down. He’ll paw at you and complain that you woke him up, which now has him securing his arms around your waist.
He's very possessive of you, he'll show off his carnassial teeth to those he feels like are getting too close or into your business too much. A few scratches here and there to others but just dragging him away to the comfort of your room, and giving him some ear scratches, he's basking in all the attention you're giving him. He does like to be gross and annoy you sometimes, by licking your face and seeing you react to his saliva all over. Makes him laugh and he'll rebuttal that it's how he shows his love.
R/n, whos been stabbed in the thigh by bomb shrapnel: Am I dead yet?
Horangi, whose looking through her bag: No.
R/n: How about now?
Horangi: No.
R/n:….Now?
Horangi, fed up: I’ll tell you when you’re dead, R/n.
R/n: Thank you.
{Horangi shakes his head as he finds what he’s looking for an overnight maxi-pad, he sticks it to some medical wrapping and ties it to R/n’s thigh like a giant makeshift band-aid, and hopes it does the trick until König and the medics show up, cos Horangi knows that König will never forgive him if R/n dies under his watch.]
I may or may not have written a love poem about a COD character and I was wondering how the ones you write for would react to getting love poem from their s/o? Thank you :3
MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Love Poem from their S/O
Warnings: Pure Fluff <3, Just Big Military Men™ in Love, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You'.
Ghost
- Dies on impact.
- Will seize up like a mannequin for a solid three hours before he can even open the darn thing.
- And when he does, with twitching hands and a flinching heart, the stiffness plaguing his body evaporates.
- His heart leaps out of his chest with each passing word, and the world around him grows into blended shades of red and pink.
- His skin is prickling, though not with injury, but abashment.
- Love.
- He’s sweating so much that, by the time he’s finished reading the poem, some of the letters where his fingers have been are smudged.
- He panics, tears his hands off the scene as quickly and as delicately as he can before placing the poem somewhere safe.
- From that day forward, he can’t seem to keep eye contact for as long as he usually could.
- Or remain in as close proximity to you as he would like to.
- One may take Ghost’s behaviour as stand-offish, perhaps even rude.
- But you know otherwise. Especially when you see the corner of your love note peeking out from the pocket of his tactical vest, knowing that Ghost knows there is no place safer in all the world for it to be kept; the same reason he keeps you by his side. Because you both know that nothing short of an act from God can harm you when he’s there.
König
- Regardless of how long you’ve been dating, König will always have to sit down for half an hour or so with your note across from him on the table before he can even bring himself to open it.
- Why, you ask ?
- Well, when you’ve gone without love for as long as König has, one typically becomes…unaccustomed to such grandiose acts of selflessness.
- Especially ones as strong as love.
- So, with the contents of your heart bursting onto the paper that König can so easily hold, crumble,tear in his hand, he wants to be extra careful.
- To him, you are that paper. And he would rather face Hell and fury than let it get damaged in any way, shape or form.
- When he eventually does pluck up the courage to read it, he’s never been so grateful for his veil.
- His face blooms a deep red, burning his skin.
- He’s certain it would show even beneath the war paint.
- He doesn’t want to rush, to take anything you’ve written for granted, so he reads every word twice.
- Sure, it takes longer to read your poem, but that isn’t a disadvantage to König.
- That’s a bonus.
- And he carries your words with him wherever he goes – memorises them like the holy scripture they are.
- He doesn’t want to risk your note getting hurt or lost while he’s out at work, so whenever you visit his apartment when he’s away, you see it framed and hung up in his bedroom, right where it will be the last thing he sees as he falls asleep and the first thing he sees when he wakes up.
MW2 Reaction to Their S/O Who Self-Harms
Warnings: Heavy Mentions of Self-Harm, Non-Explicit Mentions of Injuries, Mentions of Violence (Not Towards Reader), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Petnames, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.
A/N: Hey guys, just letting you know that this post is a bit heavier than my usual ones. This has been requested of me quite a few times, so here it is. I’ve tried to remain as realistic and respectful as possible while bringing you your favourite MW2 people. I’m going to link some mental health resources here for anyone who needs them, and I implore anyone suffering, regardless of whether you self-harm or not, to please, please talk to someone. Nobody deserves to live with the weight of poor mental health, so if you’re able, don’t hesitate to reach out to someone and tell them how you’re feeling ! Friends, family members, pets – anyone who you think will be able to be a good listening partner, even if they’re not a licensed therapist. And if you feel you have no-one to talk to, there are always options ! Local and national mental health services, some of which are free and don’t show up on phone bills ! A lot of the time, simply speaking about what’s hurting you is the first step to mental healing <3. Please stay safe, guys <3
Ghost
- Is appalled at himself that he didn’t notice sooner.
- He bundles you up into his arms, pulling you as close to him as physics will allow, and then some. His head is buried in your shoulder, his grip around you tight, but he doesn’t hurt you.
- “Oh, Sweetheart– I’m so sorry,” you hear him whisper. His voice is thin and high as if the composite of helium, yet a sombre tone weights it.
- “I should’ve known how you were feeling – I should’ve been here for you more–”
- It doesn’t matter how much you try to console him, or how well you are able to conceal your suffering. Simon will never forgive himself for allowing you to go through this alone.
- “It’s no excuse,” he says, and there’s a hitch to his voice. Something wet, warm, hits your shoulder.
- Now, distraught as if he’d already lost you, Simon pulls away just so he can see your face. His eyes are glossy and red with tears, his face the mask of anguish.
- He takes your head in his hands, holds it at the jaw, and, with angel tenderness, presses a kiss to your crown.
- He tucks your head beneath his chin, encases you with his body again.
- “I’m never gonna let anything hurt you,” he says, and you can feel his heart pounding against his chest. “Not again.”
- And you know he means it.
- Due to his own mental health struggles, Simon will use his own logic to try and help you.
- He’s never had anyone to rely on – before you, at least – so he makes himself available to you wherever and whenever you need him.
- He does everything you ask of him without question, whether that’s making you a bowl of soup or listening to whatever thoughts roll into your head.
- He helps you get ready for bed and tucks you in when he can tell it’s been a taxing day, mentally or physically.
- And he watches over you, as if to make sure you don’t disappear before his eyes, before going to sleep himself.
- There’s nothing he loves more than to hold you, whether you’re upset or not. He just wants to feel your weight and your warmth in his arms, nuzzling you and telling you “I love you. D’you know that ? Very, very much,”
- You do know. He tells you every waking moment.
- And throughout it all, despite the unfortunate circumstances from which this is derived, Simon is just glad that you want to open up to him, and he’ll never deny you a request or a question, wanting to remain a source of hope and comfort to you for as long as you need him.
König
- König’s many dealings with his own occupation have clued him into how severe one’s mental health issues can become. Especially when left unattended.
Requested; Somewhat
Pairing(s); Horangi x Male Reader.
Cw// Fluff Hc's, maybe cursing, mentions of gambling, but overall just sweet and soft.
A/n- I promised @k3ii-no that id make this, and today seemed like a good day for it so here you go, I hope you like it handsome <3 also this was made for him so it has certain things in it that relate to him, not proof read I apologize,,
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• He loves showing you affection, but not in a real overbearing way, more like soft little touches throughout the day. Be it hugs, gentle kisses, or simple touching/hand holding. He always has his hands on you, aoft acts of love.
• He loves your smile, and your laugh as well. He thinks they're the most beautiful thing He's ever seen. He'll always try and get you to laugh just to see it, he's naturally pretty funny but boy does he really try when it comes to you.
• Whenever you're feeling down he'll give you soft kisses throughout the day. I firmly believe his love language is a mix of acts of service and physical touch. He'll help you with small things, like cleaning and taking care of your stuff for you so you don't have to worry about it. He might even try and cook your favorite food for you.
COD X PUPPY HYBRID! READER
MINORS DNI
WARNING:CONTAINS SEMI DARK THEMES DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT INTRESTED
Fic contains: taboo / dark content please read this warning if you are triggered by any of this material
Reader info:
Referred with: she/her/girl/you
British! Pan! Short! Afab! Feminine! Reader
Coming soon: cat, bunny, mouse, deer, bear, cow, lamb and bird version
♡ callsign: cadaver!
♡ oh where to start with this little ball of energy!!!
♡ shes so dumb </3 but she's good at her job so that's all that matters
♡ it was a surprise to 141 to be presented with the least intimidating hybrid as their newest addition to the team
♡ this bubbly little thing who was practically shaking in excitement, her tail wagging so hard it looked like it was about to fly off
♡ naturally the men were disappointed that they're newest member wasnt some unbeatable tank but instead a tiny thing who was fueled by praise and treats
Anonymous asked:
Okay. The way you write him, I’m starting to fall for Horangi, I would let that man do anything to me, tease me to tears, play with me to hoarse screams, anything, I merely ask a crumb from this man
Some naughty naughty thots for you anon
Horangi NSFW Headcanons
- Horangi, you learn, can be almost sadistic
- You should have picked up on it sooner, from the way he holds himself at a distance, from his quieter nature and the tiny gestures that made the temptation of something forbidden murmur inside you
- It’s the hand at the small of your back that presses a little too firm, the cut of his voice when you’ve made a mistake, the low tone he takes when he hands out praise
- It sends you reeling, these tiny details hidden under the mask of him, secrets you want to find out, secrets that feel almost too dangerous to know
- He reveals them slowly, with time, allows you to see them piece by piece
- It’s the shower of praise and pet names that has you squirm under him in bed, the glint of his eyes as he watches your embarrassment avert your eyes
- It’s the ‘No, not yet’ when you nearly reach your climax, forcing you to hold on just a little longer
- It’s the ‘Stay.’ He issues after, with you flat on your stomach as he leaves and comes back with a warm cloth to clean you, his hand flat against the small of your spine
- Fragments, pieces, bits of glass you try to mend together to reveal the picture of him
- There’s a strange authority there that you think comes with his rank, and later learn is just him
- You learn too late Horangi is addicted to control
- Whether it’s having you exactly how he wants you, lowering you face down into the bed with your ass high in the air, voice muffled by pillows as his fingers squelch inside you and he tells you “Oh, I know, it feels too good. I’ve got you.”
- Or when he corners you before deployment, cups your mound and asks if you’ve kept his cum in you like he asked you to
- When you come to him after the mission is done, thighs clenching and asking please, please can he touch you, since he wants to do it himself
- When he has you suck the remnants of your arousal off his fingers and calls you “Pretty.”
- He spends his time dismantling you until you beg, reduced to tears, and even then the sweetness of him feel almost poisonous, tooth-rotting as he smears the wetness from your eyes.
- “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you, you’re alright.”
- To everyone but you he seems quiet, reserved, firm and authoritative to no end. His voice leaves little room for error, issues commands to be followed, even by you
- Yet you can discern the miniscule indications of him, the way his fingers tap his weapon, the way his eyes, shielded by his shades, linger a little too long on your form, the way he presses closer to you on the plane in a way that seems to say mine
- Yet at the same time he’ll find way to remind you it was him who had you whine at beg at his feet, him who had you tap out after half a dozen orgasms on his fingers alone, him who reduced you to wordless, needy whimpers with his voice alone
- It takes effort to not hide your face when he pins you with that stare, as if his eyes alone can summon the memories of you in his bed crying out desperately for release, echoing his name
- He seems to thrive off your bashfulness, your scandalization, smirks under his mask and lifts a finger to his clothed mouth to say “Shh. We’re the only ones who know.”
“That’s my sweater.”
“Is it now?” Horangi asks, looking quite nonchalant as he sips his tea, practically drowning in your sweater. “Didn’t notice.”
“Do you own a lot of bright pink sweaters with kittens on the front?”
“I might.”
You raise a brow at that but don’t say anything, just hugging your boyfriend from behind, your chin resting on top of his head, unable to think of anything but how adorable he is in your clothes. You’d have to invest in more sweaters.
✦Incorrect C.O.D Quotes, since AO3 is down✦
Gaz: I wanna know what exactly your type is. Y/N: I'm not just gonna give you more fodder to throw at me- Gaz: I have an idea of it already, but I want details! Y/N: No! Gaz: Like- König! Would you- Y/N: Of fuckin’ course I wanna fuck König! He’s huge, he could LITERALLY snap me in half and my dad didn’t love me, of course I want him to fuck me! Soap: *does that weird inhale-choke-cough*
König: So, how are the things going with R/n?
Horangi: I think I f❣cked the doubts about us out of her.
König, uncomfortable: oh I didn’t need to know that….
Wow this sucks I'm gonna kill *remembers that suicide jokes only worsen your mental health and that the first step to healing is stopping* you