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[yn2ko]

ᣟ݂ ♪ ︭ 𓈒ֵ۫ ͏ྀི marchioness ♡͝ minor/sfw 𓈒 ᣟ ᱖ ݂

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Recents : my only love / soft launch smau (multi mha men x reader)

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ᥫ᭡ — © yn2ko — pls do not steal/copy/translate my works without any permission.

˚ ִֶָ💗 — @tessoooq ֶָ֢ @graynee ֶָ֢ @itsadrianayourmom (taglist..drop an ask to join ig..)

[transmasclucario]

happy pride! especially to everyone who is in the closet, in situations too unsafe to come out and to everyone in queerphobic countries. I see you, and I love you.

[forrikive]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kisses ⠀ in ⠀ the ⠀ car !

̥̣̣͜꒰ঌ 　  ִִ   ۫  ❥ 緑谷出久 ﹕ kissing⠀ℐ𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢⠀in⠀the⠀car⠀after⠀patrol ╱ fluff + hero!reader ♡ ˚₊.

ܸ 𓈒 ♩ ຶ ⁺ ━━ repost from my main !! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ﹙ ✿ ﹚ library

the car door shuts with a soft click.

the engine isn’t on yet, but neither of you move.

you can still feel the remnants of the night clinging to your skin—the cool air and leftover adrenaline.

you had climbed up a tree to get a cat, but ended up falling with the cat in your arms. luckily, you were caught by izuku before you hurt yourself.

his gloves are off, tossed in the backseat, and his hair is a mess from the wind, curls falling into his eyes.

“…that wasn't so bad,” you say, smiling sheepishly.

“yeah,” he chuckles, leaning back slightly. “just returning another cat back to it's owner.”

you let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “about that...”

“don't apologize again.”

“…it's so embarrassing!”

“don't worry, love. as your boyfriend, i'm supposed to be there when you fall anyway. just this time was literal.” he laughs softly.

“i suppose,” you say softly.

and then you lean in.

he freezes for half a second before melting into it as well. his warm palm comes up to cup, thumb brushing under your eye.

the kiss starts soft. hesitant, almost shy—as if he’s asking permission. you lean closer, hand sliding into his fluffy green hair.

his grip tightens in response, and with that, the kiss deepens.

neither of you wants to pull away. you can feel the way he exhales against you, the tension from patrol finally leaving his body as he leans into you more.

you finally pull back a few inches, his forehead resting against yours.

“…i missed that,” he admits quietly.

you smile, brushing your nose against his. “we were together all night.”

“well…not like this. we had to be professional, you know.”

this time, he leans in, less hesitant. still gentle, but more sure.

his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

you hum softly against his lips, and he smiles into the kiss.

“…we should probably go,” he pulls away, though he doesn’t move too far.

“probably.”

neither of you start the car.

he glances at your lips. then back to your eyes.

“…one more?”

you don’t even answer—you just kiss him again.

ᨳ 𝄞⠀ © seulysm.

[yn2ko]

Happy pride month cos yk ur gay and stuff❤️‍🩹 /ref

labyu all

[yn2ko]

Hiii wanna be moots?? (I write on @forrikive )

WOAAHOMG HIAIAI BET!! Omg ur moodboards r amazing and ure so good at decorating!!

[yn2ko]

Dodobirdssuhh.....

🐤🐤🐤

-🥖

? ok nak

[yn2ko]

hi so why do you her and her do you if her never do you but her you do her her yet you her and did you do her and her do you?? if you do her and her do you why do her and you dodo her you? hmm so you do her but never u do her...

??? ho is u coo

[yn2ko]

OMG U HAVE A MASTERLIST is this a moment in history

????

[yn2ko]

[yn2ko]

I hate to be that one person but don’t you find it a little exclusive, the way you only have photos of y/n as someone with pale skin in your smau type content lol? I doubt it’s something that even crossed your mind but considering the content is x reader, it’s… restricting, if that makes sense. Hope you consider your poc readers in future posts!

Hiiaia,, I'm rlly sorry abt that N thx for pointing it out! It honestly wasn't intentional at all, I made the smau half asleep lol and it was my first ever smau. But I'll do better and try to be more diverse with future photos. Ty for the feedback 🫶

[yn2ko]

୨୧ ㅤִㅤׄ my only love !.ᐟ ㅤׄㅤִ

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ᥫ᭡ — 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : your pro-hero boyfriend attempts a “subtle” soft launch of your guys' relationship for the first time.. — (𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔)

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐟𝐭. Izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, ejiro kirishima, hanta sero, denki kaminari (𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 .ᐟ) — (𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢)

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !? : fluff, crack, smau(twt format), established relationship, holy oc ye it aint accurate,,holy ficking misspels,, well idk weird ass jokes& refs.. All pics r from Pinterest, notmine.. + @/Ynotme67 is reader, fem or afab idk..Nthis smauwas lowk inspired by: @/httpsitoshi 😅

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⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! Izuku midoriyaㅤ۪ ౨ৎ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! katsuki bakugoㅤ۪ ౨ৎ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! shoto todorokiㅤ۪ ౨ৎ

⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! ejiro kirishima ㅤ۪ ౨ৎ

⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! hanta seroㅤ۪ ౨ৎ

⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! denki kaminariㅤ۪ ౨ৎ

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐀/𝐍 : brodude i reached the pics limit b4 i could finish it soliek i had to slightly change my fuckass usual layout..bro..Turned outcute tho andi did this at like 1am and slept atlike 5 or 6 yo uhm first smau ever yay!!!! i fele like i was self inserting myself and naonao inthe commnets,, tsakasowyu di aq naka iphone❤️‍🩹

˚ ִֶָ💗 — @tessoooq ֶָ֢ @graynee ֶָ֢ @itsadrianayourmom

[yn2ko]

[yn2ko]

Halololo uwu, me wanted to request an x reader, where like— modern genshin au with neuvilette and liek the reader is Filipino and uh, we invite neuvilette to our hometown but reader lowk on the provincial life (bicol for example, most houses are small and nature here and there blah blah) i just wanted to request like, how would he lowkey react to the reader living such a life before moving in with him? (Forgor to mention can this be a dating au too..) Ts so cringe lowke BUT PLEASE IM BEGGING..

GELP hi ty 4 requesting bebeh

Here.......

[yn2ko]

୨୧ ㅤִㅤׄ I've been stuck by glue, right onto you !.ᐟ ㅤׄㅤִ

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Neuvillette visits his partner’s childhood home in Bicol and falls in love and understands not just with the place, but with the roots and memories that shaped them. — (requested)

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐟𝐭. Neuvillette x reader (gender neutral)

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !? : fluff, provincial life/culture, established relationship, family interactions wouh i cringed anyways idk jm so tired

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.2k (ithink idk)

The humid air wrapped around you both the second the plane doors opened. Neuvillette adjusted his cufflinks—those silver ones you gave him—and looked at you with that soft, attentive gaze. “The air feels heavier here,” he said quietly, almost tasting it. “Alive. Different from the city rain.”

You smiled, a little nervous. “Yeah, that’s Bicol for you. Ready for the van ride? It’s gonna be bumpy.”

“I am prepared,” he replied, taking your hand as you walked out. “Lead the way, my love.”

The van rattled along the roads, windows down. You pointed outside. “That’s Mayon Volcano over there. Perfect cone, right? Locals say it’s the most beautiful one.”

Neuvillette leaned closer to the window, violet eyes wide with quiet wonder. “It is striking. Like a sentinel watching over everything. Have you climbed it before?”

“Once, when I was younger. Super tiring but worth it. The view from up there… you feel small but connected, you know?” You squeezed his hand. “What do you think so far?”

He turned to you, thumb brushing your knuckles. “It is beautiful. Raw. I can already see why this place shaped you. Tell me more about your daily life here as a child.”

You laughed softly. “Waking up to roosters instead of alarms. Walking through mud when it rained too hard. Helping harvest kangkong from the garden. Nothing fancy.”

“I want to know all of it,” he murmured. “Every detail.”

When the van finally pulled up to your lola’s house, your family poured out like a happy wave. Your tito’s voice boomed first. “Oy! Welcome, welcome! This must be the famous Neuvillette we keep hearing about!”

Your lola shuffled forward, eyes sharp but warm. “Hay nako, he’s so tall and thin! Come inside, I cooked laing and Bicol Express. You eat, ha? No excuses.”

Neuvillette gave a small, respectful bow. “It is an honor to meet you all. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. The food smells wonderful already.”

Your cousin grinned, elbowing you. “Ate, he talks so nicely! Like from a K-drama. Where did you find him?”

“Behave,” you teased back, but your cheeks felt warm. “Neuvillette, this is my cousin. Don’t let her drag you into karaoke later.”

“I would not mind trying,” he said seriously, which made everyone laugh.

Inside the modest house, the fan hummed steadily. You led him to your old room, the narrow bed and shell collection on the shelf still exactly as you left them.

“This is where I used to sleep,” you said, suddenly shy. “Small, right? Not like our apartment.”

Neuvillette stood quietly, fingers gently touching the edge of your old wooden desk. “You lived here every day,” he said softly. “Waking to the sound of chickens and the smell of morning rice. It feels… intimate. Like seeing a hidden part of your heart.”

You leaned against the doorframe. “Power outages were normal. We’d sit outside and just talk for hours under the stars. I used to wish for city life, bigger opportunities. Then I left… and met you.”

He crossed the room and cupped your face. “And I am grateful every day that you did. But I am glad you brought me here. This place is part of you. I see the strength in these simple walls. The laughter that must have filled them.”

Your tita called from the kitchen. “Food’s ready! Neuvillette, come eat! Hope you can handle the spice!”

At the table, he took a careful bite of the Bicol Express. His eyes widened slightly. “This has quite the heat. Remarkable. The coconut milk balances it perfectly. Your cooking is excellent,” he told your lola sincerely.

Lola beamed. “Good! Eat more! You’re too skinny for such a tall man. In this house, no one leaves hungry.”

You chuckled. “See? She’s adopting you already. Careful or she’ll send you home with a baon of pinangat.”

“I would be honored,” Neuvillette replied with a small smile. “This tastes like care. Like home should.”

Later, as the sun dipped lower, you walked together down the path to the river. Fireflies began to flicker in the bushes. The ground was uneven, but he kept a steady grip on your hand.

“The river here is different,” he observed, crouching to touch the water. “Clear and lively. Our city river feels more… contained. This one flows freely.”

You sat beside him on a smooth rock. “Yeah. After school I’d come here sometimes to think. Or when things felt too heavy. What about you? Any rivers like this in your memories?”

He sat close, arm around your shoulders. “Not quite. But feeling this with you… it is new. Peaceful. Thank you for sharing your river with me. Does it ever flood badly during typhoons?”

“All the time,” you admitted. “We’d move furniture up and just wait it out. Stories and canned goods. Kinda scary but we managed.”

Neuvillette pulled you closer. “You faced that with quiet resilience. It explains so much about the person I love. The one who calms my storms without even trying.”

The night settled in with cicadas and distant dog barks. Mats were laid out in the main room for sleeping. Neuvillette lay beside you on the thin mattress, his arm secure around your waist.

“Comfortable enough?” you whispered.

“More than enough,” he answered, voice low against your ear. “Hearing your family breathe nearby, the wind through the trees… it feels real. In the city I am the Iudex. Here, I am simply the man who loves you. I prefer this greatly.”

You traced a strand of his blue hair. “Even with the small house and the chickens waking us up at dawn?”

“Especially then,” he said. “This life taught you warmth. Joy in small things. I see it every day when you smile at me across our apartment. I never want you to hide this part of yourself from me.”

The next couple of days passed in a blur of simple joys. At the black sand beach, your cousin challenged him. “Try the pili nuts! Fresh from the tree!”

Neuvillette chewed thoughtfully. “Nutty and rich. Quite pleasant. Like a finer almond with a tropical note.

You laughed. “Gosh, you sound like a food critic. But I’m glad you like it.”

On the last evening, as the van waited by the gate, Neuvillette paused and looked back at the little house with its garden and tin roof.

“We will return,” he said firmly, squeezing your hand. “Often. This place holds precious pieces of you. I want them to be part of us too.”

Your lola hugged him tight. “Take care of my apo, ha? And come back for the next fiesta. I’ll cook more for you.”

“I give you my word,” he promised. “Thank you for everything. The food, the stories, the welcome. It means more than I can express.”

In the van heading back, you rested your head on his shoulder. “So… provincial life wasn’t too much?”

He kissed your forehead. “It was perfect. Different from what I know, yes. But it showed me the roots that grew the person I fell in love with. The small house, the nature all around, the tight bonds—none of it diminishes you. It only adds to why I cherish you.”

You smiled, heart full. “I was worried you’d see it as too simple compared to your world.”

“Never,” he whispered. “Your world here is rich in ways mine lacked. Thank you for inviting me to your home.”

The city lights waited ahead, but a warm piece of Bicol now lived in both of you—steady like the river, bright like the fireflies, and deeply, quietly loved.

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐀/𝐍 : im soso tireddddd uggghhhhhhh i dont like this oneeugh but for my friend so yay manilaboi ata si neuvi i wrote thuslike a week ago HELP

˚ ִֶָ💗 — @tessoooq ֶָ֢ @graynee ֶָ֢ @itsadrianayourmom

[yn2ko]

REINER BRAUNNX READER ANGST W COMFORT🥵🥵🥵 the reader and reiner were in a relationship before he betrayed the scouts, and they broke up because of it and l8er on when the scouts and warriors are forced to work together they meet again and theres a lot of tension and arguments n reiner is trying to apologize, but the reader refuses to forgive him at first then eventually they confront their feelings and talk things out😅😅😅😅

hi i hate u ito na tangina mo (gaiz this my friend dont cancel me)

here 😢😢😢😢

[yn2ko]

୨୧ ㅤִㅤׄ and baby even on our worst nights, I'm still into you !.ᐟ ㅤׄㅤִ

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Fighting side by side once again, you and Reiner Braun confront the heartbreak, guilt, and feelings neither of you truly left behind. — (requested)

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐟𝐭. Reiner Braun x Reader (gender neutral ithink I frogot)

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !? : rumbling or alliance arc yuh.. Angst w comfort, canon typical violence?? Idk i was lowk high writing this and i havent finished aot

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.1k (1,149 ithink..)

The air in the makeshift alliance camp tasted like ash and old blood. Tents from Marleyan Warriors stood uneasily beside those of the Scouts. Enemies forced together to stop Eren’s Rumbling. You kept your rifle close, eyes scanning the perimeter, but your gaze kept drifting back to him.

Reiner Braun.

He looked different now. Broader in the shoulders from years of war, but hollowed out. The confident big brother from the 104th was gone. All that remained was a man carrying too many ghosts in those hazel eyes. When your groups first linked up days ago, his stare locked onto you like a Titan’s grip. You turned away without a word.

Tonight the tension finally snapped.

You were checking gear by a dim lantern when heavy footsteps came closer. Reiner stopped a few feet away, fists tight at his sides. “We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.” Your voice came out cold. You didn’t look up.

“Please.” His voice cracked right in the middle. All those years of silence poured into that single word.

You lifted your gaze. Lantern light dug deep shadows under his eyes and lit up the fresh scars along his jaw. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly in months. Good. You hoped the guilt kept him up every single night.

Reiner took one careful step closer. The wooden crate between you felt like an entire wall. “I never stopped thinking about you. Every damn day on the other side I wondered if you were still alive… if you hated me as much as I hate myself.”

You slammed a strap buckle shut, the sound cutting through the quiet. “You broke me, Reiner. We had everything. My life, my heart, all of it. Then you ripped it away. You and Bertholdt tore down our walls. You killed our friends. Marco. So many others.” Your voice cracked anyway. “You chose Marley. You chose betrayal.”

He flinched hard, like you’d actually hit him. The big man suddenly looked small. “I was lost. Split in two. The soldier I pretended to be… some of it was real. What I felt for you, for the Scouts, that part was real. But my mother, my people, they raised me on stories about Paradis devils. I believed them. Until I couldn’t anymore.”

You stood up slowly, rifle slung over your shoulder. The camp was mostly asleep. “You believed them enough to destroy us. I loved you. I would’ve followed you anywhere. Instead you left me behind to pick up the pieces while the Titans kept coming because of what you did.”

Silence stretched between you. Reiner’s shoulders shook. He looked like he might fall to his knees right there. “I’m sorry. I carry this regret every single day. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t deserve it. Thoughts of ending it all came so many times. After Liberio, after everything… I wanted it to stop. But I’m still here because maybe, just maybe, I can fix one thing.”

Your chest hurt so bad it was hard to breathe. Part of you wanted to scream at him, to hit him, to ask why his apology came years too late. Another part remembered the stolen moments in the barracks, his warm laugh, the way he used to hold you like you were the only safe thing left in the world. That part wanted to fall into him.

“You really think words can fix this?” you whispered, stepping around the crate. Too close now. You could smell gun oil and sweat on him. “Every time I close my eyes I see your face when you transformed. When you chose them over us. Over me.”

Reiner’s hand twitched like he wanted to reach for you, then dropped. “I chose wrong. Every day since, that choice has eaten me alive. The Armored Titan looks unbreakable from the outside. Inside I’m shattered. You were the only thing that ever made sense. Let me try to earn back even a little of what I destroyed.”

Tears burned in your eyes. You turned away, fists clenched. “It still hurts too much, Reiner. I can’t forgive you. Not yet.”

He didn’t push. He just stood there in the dark, waiting like he would wait forever if that’s what you needed.

The next days were full of sharp arguments and heavy silences. In one strategy meeting Reiner suggested an old Scout formation. You snapped at him in front of everyone. “Don’t act like you still know us.” He took it quietly, eyes on the ground. Later he found you by the treeline.

“I’m not trying to pretend the past didn’t happen,” he said softly. “I just want to keep you safe. Even if you still hate me.”

“I.. don’t hate you,” you admitted one night after a rough scouting run. Both of you were covered in blood and dirt, sitting by dying embers. “That’s what makes it worse. Hating you would be easier.”

Reiner sat down heavy beside you, knees brushing. “Then yell at me. Hit me if you need to. Just don’t shut me out completely. I’m still that same idiot who fell for you in the 104th. The one who snuck you extra rations after long expeditions.”

A broken little laugh slipped out of you. “And I’m still the fool who believed in you.”

Bit by bit the walls between you started to crack. He told you about the war inside his head, the guilt that never left him after Marco, all the times he almost told you the truth but couldn’t. You told him how empty the barracks felt without him and how you threw yourself into every mission just to stop thinking about him.

One quiet evening, with thunder rumbling far away from Eren’s destruction, everything came to a head.

“I still love you,” Reiner said, voice rough and raw. He dropped to his knees in front of you, hazel eyes begging. “I’m broken, but I love you. If any part of you feels the same… I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be better. For you. For whatever’s left after all this.”

You stared at him, heart hammering. The anger was still there, sharp as ever. But the love was there too, buried under all the pain, still breathing. You reached out and touched the scar on his jaw.

“I can’t say it back yet,” you whispered. “But I’m not walking away anymore. We’ll talk. We’ll fight together in this alliance. And maybe… we’ll find a way forward. Slowly. Together.”

Reiner’s breath caught. He leaned into your hand, one tear sliding down his cheek. “That’s more than I deserve. Thank you.”

You pulled him up and wrapped your arms around his broad frame. He held you tight, strong but shaking. The air still smelled like ash and blood, but for the first time since he betrayed everything, a little warmth came back.

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐀/𝐍 : i had to do alot of research and asked my friend who requested this questions bro HELPP i did watch aot but i nevef finished it so yeaah.... Uhm... I dont like this but whatevrr we ball

˚ ִֶָ💗 — @tessoooq ֶָ֢ @graynee ֶָ֢ @itsadrianayourmom

[yn2ko]

im gonna bust shuri theme so mother 🤤🤤

HELPME REAL THANKU

I love shuri sm shes my baby god ifreakign love her i also tend to keep the shuri theme for a while hehe..my goat... My queen... I love her sm i gen cry whnever i see her..