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Neuvillette: madame what is your opinion on tails

Mc: ? I think they're nice

Neuv: (asking this bc he had a dream in which he wrapped mc in his dragon tail) i see

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The unexpected reason why the drive-through line is so long

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study that i turned into mydei to motivate me

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fine shytt👅👅👅

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When the f were someone gonna tell me that jinwoo's english voice actor also voices lighter from zzz!!???

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This is my goodbye

Sumary: one last night. One last kiss. One last I love you

TW: smut, angts, no confort, reader pov, manhwa spoilers, no beta

Another moan breaks free from my lips thanks to the intense piston of his hips into mine, before I could voice the concerns that it’s flooding my mind. I know him like the palm of my hand and I know there is something he wont tell me. A heavy burden that my beloved thick-headed things he can bear alone. Over the time we have been together, I thought I taught him that he is not alone. That we are a team. It seems I was wrong.

An intense push of his hip makes me lose my train of thoughts grounding me to the present where Jinwoo is ravishing my body. Normally the sex is rough and intense but today even though his movements are slower, his intensity is not lesser. His movements are like he wanted to feel every push and fill every corner of my body, like he wanted to stretch the intimate moment we are sharing in each other's arms. Today we are not having sex, today we are making love, pouring all love in our hearts.

Our lips barely separate, just enough to fill our lungs with enough oxygen to continue kissing, his thrust becoming sloppier indicating his climax is near. I’m not in better condition. While I’m sure this is his first orgasm of the night, I feel my third coming soon. He’s always been like this. Jinwoo is not satisfied until I come at least two times before thinking about his release.

One final rub against that spot that make my back bend was all he needed to make me lose control of my body and feel my vision with stars. My moans and screams were muffled with his hot mouth. I can feel the thick ropes of his release paint my insides white. His strong arms held me as if his life depended on it.

We took a few minutes to regain our breaths holding each other not wanting to let go. My heart is telling me that if I do, I'll probably never see him again. After what felt like hours enjoying the afterglow I finally voice what has been in my mind since he corner me at the kitchen counter.

“Jinwoo?” I didn't have to wait much for his signal that I have his undivided attention and came with a kiss on the top of my head “Are you ok?”

For a second his body tense. I didn't need his words to tell me what I already know. Something is bothering him. I also know he won't tell me so I'll have to give him the space and time for him to open up with me.

“I'm more than ok with you in my arms” Who would have he would be so charming. When I met him he was shy and awkward. Now his smiles can send me to the clouds.

“You know you can tell me anything right?” I slip a little from his grip to see him eye to eye. His mouth may be hiding things from me but his eyes can't “You don't have to carry your burdens alone. We are a team”

“I know.” His hands guide me against his chest and his arms wrap around me like a child clinging to his plushie seeking comfort after a nightmare. Jinwoo is in pain but wont share it with me and i don't have the heart to push him more.

After a few silent moments enjoying each other's presence, his hands travel from my back to my legs massaging my thigh finding his place between them and with a last “I love you” I know the night is not over yet.

A soft kiss on my temple was the reason for my awakening. My eyes flutter open on time to see his silhouette exiting the bedroom, closing softly the door behind him. the oppressive feeling of last night came back SCREAMING at me to not let him go. Ignoring the soreness of my limbs, I threw on the first piece of clothes I found. A shirt. His shirt. And ran after him.

I threw open the door and I guess that he wasn't expecting me because he looked back surprise to find me awake.

“Jinwoo please! Tell me what’s happening!” I begged. My heart aches with the possibility that this could be the last time I see him.

It took a few minutes for him to compose himself and regain his calm semblance just for a soft smile, the smile only reserved for his family, to find his way in his face and walk to me with his arms open to cage me in them. My arms found their place around him like many other times i have done but this time my grip is stronger not wanting to let go.

“I love you” With a final kiss on the top of my head and a last confession of his love for me he giggle from my hug to till my chin up to look at his eyes “ and thank you for loving me”

And just like that his body became dark and ethereal in my arms, vanishing in the shadows. I drop to the floor when my knees could hold me any more and tears escape from my eyes running free on my cheeks finding their demise on the floor where I left heartbroken. Jinwoo’s idea was to protect me from a difficult truth but could protect me from the void left by his goodbye.

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You know the one thing husband jinwoo does that drives his wife crazy?

Him tilting his head back.

And I’m not even talking like in a sexual context. I’m talking about Jinwoo, sitting down on the couch after a long day, sipping his beer and… leaning his head back on the couch… his posture relaxed, his legs spread… maybe wearing only black sweatpants and nothing else… he closes his eyes and he does this little… sigh…

Or OR when he’s playing with his little girl on the sofa. His baby sitting on his lap, they’re watching something together on the screen, and his wife walks by, ruffling his hair just because and he leans back and he half-smiles, half-smirks, asking her, “Can I get a kiss?”

And obviously when they make love and she’s riding him and he tilts his head back, lip bitten, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes shut close in pleasure… his adam’s apple bobbing… his moans deep and low… groaning out “god, baby…”

Gone. Her sanity? Gone.

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I just finished solo leveling

I need to process a lot 🥲

And cry in a corner

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Fun fact: did you know Jay's mother is the one singing? There are clips on tiktok of her singing and you can see/hear her pour all her heart into the song

Credits to replay anime on yt. I just added the song.

Another one coming soon 👀

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pony jinwoo i guess

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Credits to replay anime on yt. I just added the song.

Another one coming soon 👀

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A/N: (me studiously ignoring that the Masters of Night Wind are supposed to represent the Mictlan mythos in Aztecan culture) anyway what if ifa is the god of death yall! Referenced a bit of Aztecan mythos from the creation myth of humans for this

TW/CW: allusions to ritualistic sacrifice+cannibalism, non//con

deity! Ifa is a kind god. That’s more than can be said for his brethren, some who call down storms on whims or summon whirlpools when angered. As the god of death, he is well aware of the responsibility and power in his calloused hands. He’s the one who oversees the souls of the Night Kingdom, whom humans pray to for a safe journey. Tributes of all kinds are accepted, so long as the intention is sincere. He’s not picky nor petty.

deity! Ifa is kind to a fault—when a troublesome mortal marches into the Night Kingdom, his domain, he only gives a crooked grin and a casual greeting. As if your blasphemous entrance was just another day in the sacred underworld.

deity! Ifa accepts your bet with not a trace of concern on his handsome face. His dark brown skin is a sinewy tapestry of scars from other gods and saurians alike, a testament to the battles he’s fought. He’s undergone centuries of life, while you only had two decades, at most. Ah, but don’t think he’s cruel enough to look down at your determination, oh no. Ifa’s heart pounds at the fierceness that radiates off you in waves. It’s been so long since something made his immortal heart stir. 

deity! Ifa doesn’t play games. You’re courageous and scrappy, sure, a couple of fights never scared you off, but this is more than just a trial. Ifa’s saurian emissaries, all loyal to a fault, descend upon you in droves in a chase that leaves you panting and ragged. Maddening illusions of the Night Kingdom lead you into circles–or worse, nightmares. Images of terrifying, strange creatures baring sharp bony teeth, rising out of pitch blackness. One of your family members beheaded upon an altar. Your beloved, telling you they didn’t love you. By the time your trembling hands find your lover’s bones, you’re shaking with multiple lacerations left by claws and teeth, and from the heart stopping hallucinations. You can’t fail here, not here, not now. But when you turn around, you’re face to face with the Lord of Night himself–it seems the matter was serious enough that he would lower himself to a mortal’s level.

deity! Ifa would be lying if he said he didn’t have his moments of cruelty. There had been no contest. With a simple raise of his palm, the ground shifted underneath you, making you trip and loosen your hold, your lover’s bones tumbling out of your arms. Your face is stretched in a horrified scream as they shatter into jagged pieces at your feet, cementing the reality that your lover would never be able to leave the Night Kingdom.

deity! Ifa who has been so tired of being alone. Who doesn’t tell you that this isn’t his first time meeting you. No, he was there when your beloved’s heart had been torn out and offered at his altar. Watched as you sobbed over their flayed corpse, refusing to partake of their raw flesh despite the ceremony demanding it. Being chosen as a god’s champion is supposed to be a great honor, and yet, you don’t seem to think so. It’s that burning passion for life that made Ifa’s eyes linger upon you. Yes, how brazen of you to challenge the god of death himself in a bet to save your lover’s soul–in exchange for your very own, if you should fail.  

deity! Ifa, who finally has the perfect sacrifice. You’re now his consort, his Queen, his companion. You warm both his heart and bed. Although you protest, in the end, when his warm palms work their magic on your body, even you succumb to heady lust as you’re consumed by him, bit by bit. 

deity! Ifa, who swallows your tears whole and croons slowly, “I hope our children carry the same fire as you,” as his hot essence dribbles down your shaking thighs and mixes with your newly crowned ichor. Life is in death too–for you can feel his seed take root within you. 

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❄️Hugo wanters will be hugo havers!!!❄️

He does have cake!!!

@fellow-anime-weeb927

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I'm hearing Epic the musical for 152th time, and I just can't help but notice that the song Odysseus' mother sings in the Underworld would fit the scene where Jinwoo’s mother wakes up!

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Furina is the type of friend who helps you run through all your closet in order to find the best outfit for a date. After all, she knows what would make Neuvillette speechless.

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i just saw a post on reddit titled "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" and it was about OP clicking off a fic because they don't like the direction it's going in. slightly different context but can we all be more like this reddit OP. i think "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" should be the new "don't like don't read." dead doves may give you diarrhea but don't make that everyone else's problem.

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he's fighting a beautiful buff lady. her shirt gets ripped and she's left in her slutty little tank top. "come on," you think. "why is the woman always wearing sexier things than her male counterparts." but fear not. now HE takes off his shirt and he's left in HIS slutty little tank top. equality. and then they kiss