#I indulge my inner child and I smile the whole time

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

I love my little self-indulgent next gen Rise AU. I used to do these all the time with fandoms I was in when I was younger. I miss it. It makes my inner child happy <3

[okkotsui]

sakusa kiyoomi ⇄ inner child.

synopsis : rich bf!sakusa feeding you your inner child as you've been together ever since.

warnings / tags : gender–neutral!reader, fluff, self–indulgent, omi as the sugar daddy that we’ve dreamt of, please tell me who made the rich bf!sakusa so i can credit them.

your friends always wonder, “do you have a sugar daddy?” you always answer with a “yes” jokingly. they do not know who he is, you just let them wonder and guess who your great significant other is.

you and sakusa got together when he was at his peak at msby, nearly there where he just graduated from high school and you were in your 3rd year.

he doesn’t mind spending his money on you, he does not care about one bit as he just shrugged it off as if he is just spending a small amount of money like a hundred thousand yen to dollars? just some pennies for him, that is how rich he is.

when you told him you never got anything you wanted in your childhood, he had the urge to spoil you. not only did he want to love you, but he also wanted to serve you.

what else would you want to spend the money on? of course on food and— sakusa doesn’t have anything against it.

“are you sure you can—” “omi, are you underestimating me?” you gave him your side eye which he just nodded, eating some of the food you discovered on your instagram, of course, you shall take some pictures of it to post on your food gallery in ig.

sakusa also gave you his black card every time he was not home, practicing for a game.

as mentioned, you kept your relationship with him for some... years that your friends wonder if you have a sugar daddy of course, you and kiyoomi decided to publicize your relationship by cheering on him in a live game— as he was being interviewed, he mentioned you as one of his inspiration and what keeps him going.

after that, your friend's jaw dropped, asking you for proof as if kiyoomi didn’t just post you on his my days in instagram after the interview which they eventually believed in.

he always loves to look at you— especially your eyes whenever he gives you something that you wanted for so long, he just falls in love with you deeper every day.

he is also a softie when it comes to you, he is always like that, a person that is uninterested in other people except for you;

“omi, thank you so much!” you squeezed the plushie that he gave you so randomly, when you looked at him, his eyes softened whilst looking at you and suddenly, he spoke something.

“let’s go out on a date, right now.” he stood up from your bed, waiting for you to get ready.

“so sudden?” you wondered as he nodded, taking your hand where he caressed the back of your hand with his fingers.

“but i’m in my pajamas!” you added as he huffed in annoyance, making you chuckle.

“will be fast, alright?” well, he doesn’t have any choice. if you decline his date out offer, he will pout— eventually.

well, let’s just say sakusa took you out once again to a fancy restaurant, letting you choose what the two of you shall eat, he was the one who offered the date then you will be the one deciding what to eat. he is always like that. also telling him where to go next the whole evening.

after all, he just wants you to see you smile, that already makes him melt— always. too bad, he cannot resist you for any reason, and softie kiyoomi will always be whipped for you.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Sana's baby (as claimed by Sana lol)

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but end of semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend AthirahNazari6 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hey I want to request can you do one where y/n is innocent so sana basically babied her every chances she gets. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N was the youngest member of the wildly popular K-pop girl group TWICE. At just 16 years old, she had already achieved remarkable success in the music industry. But behind her youthful talent and radiant smile, she possessed an innocent and pure heart that endeared her to fans all over the world. Among the members of TWICE, Sana had taken on the role of Y/N's unofficial guardian. With her warm and caring nature, Sana couldn't help but feel protective of the youngest member. She saw Y/N as the little sister she never had, someone who needed guidance and support in the whirlwind of fame. One sunny afternoon, TWICE had a rare day off from their hectic schedule. The maknae, with her wide eyes and shy demeanour, looked around eagerly, searching for something to do. Sana noticed her restlessness and approached her with a gentle smile and her voice filled with excitement.

Sana - Sugar, how about we go to the park today? We can have a picnic and enjoy the fresh air!!

Y/N's face lit up instantly, and she nodded enthusiastically. Sana couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable response. She led her unofficial little sister to the park, carrying a basket filled with their favourite snacks. As they settled on a soft blanket, Sana spread out a feast fit for a princess. The kid's eyes widened at the sight of all the delicious treats. Sana laughed and spoke with a motherly smile on her face.

Sana - I knew you'd love this!

Throughout the picnic, Sana made sure her cutie pie had everything she needed. She cut the fruits into bite-sized pieces, fed Y/N with her own hands, and even wiped away any crumbs that dared to touch the youngest member's lips. The youngest (obviously-) blushed at the attention, feeling incredibly cared for. After the picnic, Sana and Y/N strolled through the park, hand in hand. They admired the vibrant flowers, chased butterflies, and laughed freely. Sana's constant presence made the younger girl feel safe and loved. As they walked by a small pond, TWICE's honey's gaze fell upon a group of children sailing toy boats. Her eyes glimmered with fascination. Sana noticed her curiosity and gave a suggestion that she knew was undeniable.

Sana - Would you like to try it too, sweetie?

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should ask for such a childish indulgence (go for it guys, making your inner child happy is everything). But when she met Sana's encouraging gaze, she nodded with a shy smile. Sana quickly bought a toy boat and handed it to her, who carefully placed it in the water. Sana kneeled down beside the maknae, her eyes filled with delight and Sana's voice filled with genuine admiration, as they watched the boat sail away.

 Sana - Look, love! You're a great captain!

Y/N beamed at the praise, feeling a surge of confidence. Sana's unwavering belief in her abilities gave her the courage to try new things without fear of judgment. As the day drew to a close, Sana and Y/N made their way back to their dorm. The youngest clung to Sana's arm, her head resting against her shoulder. Sana held her tightly, whispering words of encouragement and love in her gentle voice.

Sana - You know, kiddo, you may be the youngest in TWICE, but you bring so much joy and innocence to our group. We all admire you and look up to you in our own way.

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise. She had never considered herself anything other than the baby of the group. But as she listened to Sana's heartfelt words, a sense of pride welled up within her. From that day forward, Sana continued to shower her baby (she claimed Y/N guys, it's done lol) with love and support, always reminding her of her worth. TWICE's child blossomed under Sana's care, gaining confidence and a sense of belonging within the group. And as time went on, she grew older and wiser, but never lost her innocent charm. And no matter how successful TWICE became, Sana remained by her side, always ready to be her guiding light, her protector, and her biggest cheerleader. In interviews, Y/N often credited Sana for her growth and happiness. She spoke of the countless moments when Sana had babied her, showering her with affection and ensuring her well-being. The maknae clearly cherished those memories, knowing that she had someone who loved her unconditionally.

As TWICE continued to conquer the music industry, Y/N's innocence and genuine nature became her trademark. Fans adored her for her pure-heartedness, and Sana beamed with pride at the sight of her sister's success. Through it all, Sana remained the girl's constant source of support, her guardian angel. And as they navigated the highs and lows of their careers, they knew that their bond would only grow stronger with time. Sana would forever be the one who saw Y/N's innocence and embraced it with open arms, ensuring that she never lost her childlike wonder in the midst of fame. And this made not only Sana but also the other unnies have a single thought:

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[fourstarsoutofnine]

(Sorry i haven’t been active or updating a lot I know that’s a bad impression since I just got here but there is so much going on rn in my life😭 here’s this small thing for compensation)

Chain as Taylor Swift songs/albums(ft. Ravio and Malon)

Once again being self indulgent. More content that caters to myself bc apparently the creative juices only work for a small amount of time and only what provides serotonin to me currently. I’m out to break hearts so a ton of these will be sad. You’ve been warned.

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All of the chain:I think they all can identify with Innocent from Speak Now. I didn’t wanna keep adding it to each of theirs so here’s just an overarching statement that they’re all Innocent.

Time: never grow up. Like most, if not all, of the links, he had to grow up far too early and be what Hylia chose him to be—and I can hear him telling this to his future children:don’t grow up too fast. He had to and he never wants that for his baby. He wished he never had to grow up so fast, even if he had to save the world. Just because he had to doesn’t mean doesn’t mourn for his lost normal childhood. As for an album I think he’d be the fearless album.

Twilight:as an album he’s so evermore. I almost said debut but no no no. He’s evermore. Uhh as far as a song tho, idk I may be swayed by the fact it has the word cowboy in it, but I associate cowboy like me with twilight so heavily. Another song could be right where you left me if you squint and are delusional for MidLink.

Sky:HE IS SO LOVER! Both the song and the album! Omg! /shaking you by the shoulders/ this boy is so Lover ugh oh my gosh. Bright and beautiful and loving, accepting, kind while still having those notes of sadness, longing, and serious thoughts. The album Lover feels like a hug from a friend, and that’s what sky embodies.

Wind:can I interest you in The Best Day? Also You’re On Your Own, Kid. Also A Place In This World. He’s very much the younger taylor albums, like fearless. A good many of them read fearless to me and I couldn’t tell you why. For wind it’s because it seems like shiny and new and ready for what the world throws, but still a sense of hesitance.

Wild:Epiphany, This Is Me Trying, or Peace. He’s so folklore coded to me. The depictions of death and inability to save lives in epiphany, the heartbrokenness of this is me trying, one who’s making desperate attempts to be who they need them to be, and the sadness of Peace—cannot console and bring peace over the heart of someone who’s broken, but by Hylia if he isn’t gonna be there the entire time for the person.

Warriors:I think Change from Fearless. I also see him as Mirrorball, specifically because I feel like he puts up such a front and feels like he always has to stand tall and strong because of who he was as captain of the guard—but also since there’s so many young and impressionable men in the chain he feels like he has to be a good role model, especially for wind, and keep his head up about everything and make them smile and feel reassured when times are tough. As an album, probably Midnights. It feels like a start of something new and I think Wars embodies fresh beginnings—he just gives that vibe to me idk why. It might be because he left the scene of planning for wars to being out on his own adventure aside from what the army gives him.

Four:this one was hard. Four was really hard to pick for. Uhh��I think Seven maybe but I’m not sure. As for an album I feel like he’d be pretty Folklore as well. Could be just me projecting tho as if this whole thing isn’t. Four is so complex to me that it’s really hard to pin down. I chose Seven because it feels like a conversation between best friends. I’ve also seen that it’s meant to be listened to as someone speaking to their inner child to tell them everything is gonna be okay and that they’ll be together in the future and things are good now, and that interpretation gripped me by the throat and forced me to put this song for Four, so.

Hyrule:my dear sweet Hyrule and his imposter syndrome get anti-hero bc that’s the imposter syndrome anthem. He doesn’t feel like he’s a big hero, or even deserving of that title, so he feels a bit like a lost cause and that song is the perfect depiction of that. As an album, idk why but he’s reading very debut to me ?? I couldn’t tell you why, it’s just a vibe I get.

Legend:ohhhhhhhh my gosh. Okay. Get ready for this—I have So. Many. For him. Can you tell who’s been giving me brainrot recently? Anyway, first I’ll say his albums would be folklore and evermore. They’re so tragic to me and what is Legend if not a tragic, guarded little man(said with so much love, he’s my comfort character). As for songs, we’re Starting off strong with Labyrinth, then wildest dreams(cough) Then sad beautiful tragic, Cornelia street, anti-hero, i could go on. I won’t. We’d be here all day😭

Ravio:my tears ricochet. Idk I just thought of the idea that he gets stuck in Hyrule if dink is defeated and he can’t get back to Lorule so the part that goes “I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home” hurts :)

Malon:WHOOH! Okay a happy one: Christmas tree farm and Fearless! And Malon is also such a fearless album girlie to me idk. Another song would be Superman. She loves her sweet hero husband and will always be there for him when he gets back <3

I hope you guys like this as much as I do😭 sorry if you don’t, I’ll get back to our regularly scheduled programming soon, it’s just been hard recently to do larger things. Sorry for everyone waiting on requests to be completed, I promise I haven’t forgotten you.

[she-likesorchids]

Have gladness in my heart that you took some time for you this weekend.

Maybe it's the whole kit and caboodle history of American Puritan culture (not that that is the only one) that looms over us and tries to guilt people whenever a moment of self-care is even considered, but whatever that type of guilt trip is and whatever the source in this country, I say it is something within society that needs remediation.

Humans, now more than ever, need to embrace those moments of respite and renewal. We are not machines; we are living breathing creators of possibilities. Take care of your self so that your heart and mind can reach ever outward.

Oh my gosh. This is SO NICE.

Yes, you are correct. I think this whole "grind culture" that's taken root keeps us from slowing down and enjoying ourselves, but all work and no play makes us dull creatures.

I invite you, reading this now, to do something completely self indulgent this week! Something to heal your inner child, something to make yourself smile. No matter how big or small. This gremlin in your phone is giving you permission to enjoy yourself!

[quirkykaty]

Songbird

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x OC/Reader Warning: angst, arguing, oc/reader is a sensitive bby, random child scrapes a knee, fluff, kissing Summary: Reader/OC is sent on a solo mission with fellow padawan Obi-Wan, who has annoyed the living daylights out of her since childhood. Wordcount: ~5100 Author's Note: No note for this. I think I'd planned a series and just didn't have the energy. It works well enough as a standalone, anyway. Enjoy.

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In this universe, there are many individuals gifted with overwhelming power, wisdom, and grace. These individuals, who draw strength from the living Force within all of creation, are called the Jedi. They are masters of their craft, trained from a young age to channel and control the Force, to fight with laser swords called Lightsabers, and to respect the balance of all life. They are the respected protectors and keepers of the peace. They are humble heroes. And then, there’s Obi-Wan Kenobi.

In case you were unaware, it is spectacularly difficult to meditate on inner peace with a twitchy, overly energetic manchild sitting next to you. The birds singing in the tree overhead was nothing. The stream that ran through the courtyard, babbling over stones and tree roots was actually helpful. But the impatient sighing and shifting fabric as Obi-Wan fidgeted from a few feet away was unbearable.

After an hour, I finally slapped my hands on the ground and opened my eyes, glaring at him as I addressed the silent older man sitting across from us. “Master, I cannot concentrate with him here. Why must we do this as a pair? Would it not be more productive to meditate separately?”

Obi-Wan scoffed indignantly and crossed his arms. “At least I stay awake the whole time. When was the last time you managed not to fall asleep before we finished?”

I gasped and turned to glare at him, opening my mouth to retort. Master Qui Gon raised a hand and we both withdrew, turning our attention obediently to the master.

Qui Gon smiled wryly and cocked his head to the side. “Tell me, Skylarin, what is the purpose of meditation?”

I glanced between the men and flushed slightly as I scrambled to find an answer. “Um. We meditate to calm our minds and center ourselves, or to commune with the Force.”

“Very good. And when is that skill most important to us as Jedi?”

“In battle,” I answered quickly, cringing internally as I caught the direction his questions were leading. Deciding to get ahead of the next question, I continued. “Where it will be vital that we be able to find that calm despite various distractions.”

Master Qui Gon’s smile widened and he nodded once. “Very good. You’re correct that my young apprentice struggles at sitting still-” He stopped and lifted a brow as Obi-Wan opened his mouth to protest, silencing him with indulgent firmness. “Your master requested we meditate together today as a test of patience for you both.”

I shot a worried glance at Obi-Wan and caught him mirroring my expression. We hung our heads in tandem as Qui Gon rose. He set a hand on my shoulder and grinned down at me.

“There is no improvement without testing, young one. Do not be discouraged. However, your master and I will be pairing the two of you up for meditation every day until you can master this.”

“Yes, Master,” I murmured, keeping my eyes on the ground. 

He turned to his Padawan then. “The same goes for you, Obi-Wan. Your skill with the Force is commendable, but without meditation, you’ll never reach your full potential. I expect you to continue working on this.”

The master left and I kept my eyes down until I heard the door slide shut. As soon as we were alone, Obi-Wan’s head shot up and he glared at me stubbornly. “Oh, very good job. Now we’re stuck together. Was that really necessary?”

I sniffed and lifted my chin, looking away from his superior expression. Thanks to our masters’ close friendship, we had been forced together many times since we were young. The blue-eyed Coruscanti’s infuriating confidence and sarcastic demeanor never failed to irritate me. “Perhaps if you were capable of sitting still for more than an hour, I could have lasted out the time in silence.”

Obi-Wan growled and pushed himself to his feet. “Why must you always be so difficult? Everything is an argument to you. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoyed it,” he grumbled.

“Maybe because your energy is as grating as your pretentious voice,” I shot back, rising as well and smoothing out my robes. 

“Why must you be so superior?” he shouted, turning to stare me down. It wasn’t hard, him being a full head taller than me. 

“Why must you be so superior?” My voice raised as my blood heated, my anger overcoming me for the moment, despite my training.

Before we could speak again, the door slid open and Master Qui Gon stepped through, looking conflicted. “Enough. Both of you, with me. We’re needed in the council meeting.”

Obi-Wan and I met each other’s gaze, for once lacking the usual hostility. An invitation to a council meeting, at our standing, without it being to deliver the report from a finished assignment, was either very good or very bad. My stomach began tying itself into a knot as we followed Qui Gon down the maze of hallways that led from the meditation courtyard to the council meeting chamber.

The full council was in session. My mouth went dry as we entered the room and all eyes turned to us for a moment. Qui Gon stepped forward between us, hands clasped behind his back. Obi-Wan and I mirrored his pose, though our eyes were cast respectfully down.

A subtle glance around the room told me this was far from a normal council meeting. Every master and apprentice currently residing in the temple were in attendance. My own master detached herself from the wall she’d been leaning on and came to stand at my side, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Mind your emotions, young one. You’re in no trouble but your fear may draw attention,” she whispered soft enough that no one else could hear.

Turning my mind from the proceedings for a moment, I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, calling to mind the day’s lesson on achieving calm despite the chaos. With effort, I regained control of my aura, drawing it tightly around myself and tucking the wild emotions away where they could cause no harm. When my eyes opened, I was breathing easily, face blank. My master patted my shoulder and I felt a brief flash of approval from her. 

Master Windu was speaking, describing some hostilities erupting in nearby star systems. Several territories were threatening to withdraw from the Republic as dissatisfaction with the Senate grew. A disquieting feeling in the back of my mind whispered that worse things were to come. Many of the resident Jedi were being assigned missions to assess the rumors. Nearly everyone in the room had been dismissed before our quiet quartet was addressed.

“Masters Idara and Qui Gon, you will be traveling to Mandalore to ascertain their stance in this matter and, if necessary, negotiate a treaty with the ruling parties,” Master Windu explained.

“What of the matter on Malastare?” Master Ki-Adi-Mundi interjected, looking across the assembled faces. “I know it seems hardly a matter for a Master, given the situation, but I do not believe it should be ignored.”

“I do not believe that matter holds precedence in light of our current position. We’ve few enough people to handle this. We cannot spare-”

Master Yoda raised a hand for silence and stared directly at Obi-Wan and me. “Send the Padawans, we should. For this matter, they will suffice. Teamwork they must learn and teach them, this mission shall.”

The council chamber was suffocatingly silent for a long moment. My stomach dropped and it took all my strength to reign in the desire to beg for a different assignment. My master stepped forward, brow furrowed in concern and confusion. “Master, I do not mean to question your orders, but are you certain? These Padawans are talented, certainly, but I am not sure they’re ready to be sent out alone yet.”

Master Yoda lifted a brow and smiled. “Sent out alone together you mean, Master Idara. Betray you your worries do. Fear not. I foresee great things from these young ones.” He paused, turning to stare hard first at me, then at Obi-Wan. “If able to work together, they can become.” He turned back to our masters. “Do you agree?”

Qui Gon chuckled softly and clapped a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I don’t see why not. It will do them some good, being forced to rely on each other for a time.” He nodded toward my master who simply shook her head slowly.

“I will trust in Master Yoda’s assessment, and in my Padawan. Very well.”

An hour later, Obi-Wan and I had been briefed on our assignment and were being shuffled onto a small ship bound for Malastare. I settled into a seat and closed my eyes, hoping a bit of meditation would soothe the doubt and frustration running rampant in my mind. The jolting ride and idle chatter between Obi-Wan and the pilot were distracting, but I persevered.

Wayward emotion had always been my greatest weakness in training, despite Master Idara’s many attempts to help me control them. It was rarely fear that got the better of me, to be fair. I had concerns and worries, but there was very little I was genuinely afraid of. I didn’t have a family to lose, no parents to miss, no stronger connection in my life than the loyalty I felt for my master.

The only thing in the world I held dear was my lightsaber. Staring into the soft violet glow was always the quickest way to center my mind. In combat, I excelled. One breath, one crystal clear moment, and I gave myself to the Force. I became a blur of beige clothes and dark hair, surrounded by the purple haze from my saber. I wasn’t the best of my age, I wasn’t the best of anything, but I was close. I wouldn’t consider myself arrogant by any means, but in combat, I was confident and clear.

Manipulating the Force came nearly as easy. Again, I did not top the rankings for those at my level of training, but I was accomplished enough to satisfy myself that I was learning well. While I had to work at everything, the only things that truly confounded me were managing my feelings and meditating amidst distractions. And nothing was more distracting to me than Obi-Wan Kenobi.

If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t hate him. Far from it, in fact. What put my nerves on edge was how very calming his presence was. I didn’t like how the brush of his aura against mine settled my rampant thoughts. I didn’t like how the smooth lilt of his voice could hijack my attention regardless of what was going on. The safest course would be to ignore him. But how could I ignore a person when their very presence entering a room was like opening the shades when your starship was parked next to a sun. He was blinding.

The sound of a throat clearing pulled me from my jumbled thoughts. Obi-Wan, looking uncomfortable, had turned his seat to face mine. “We should probably discuss the mission before we get to the planet. Establish a cover and all that.”

“Right,” I said hesitantly, tugging on the neat braid hanging over my shoulder. “I know the masters suggested cover identities for us, but I’m not entirely sure about their recommendation. Do we really have to pose as a married couple?”

Obi-Wan’s frowned and fiddled with his saber, his eyes avoiding mine as he spoke. “Well, it’s the most reasonable assumption. You and I don’t really look enough alike to pretend to be siblings. We’re of the right age to be newly married and posing simply as partners could create obstacles we don’t need.”

I sighed, not wanting to concede to his point though I knew he was right. His fair skin and light brown hair were a sharp contrast to my olive complexion and dark curls. My eyes fell to the ring on my left hand, a prop that felt awkward and uncomfortable on my finger. I’d caught him twisting the matching ring they’d given him, no more at ease with the ornamentation than I was.

“Alright, so that’s settled,” he said, clearly trying to move past the awkward silence. “We should probably come up with names, too.”

“What about… Ben and Ada. Ben and Ada Dartren,” I suggested, pulling the names from the book I’d been reading before bed the last few nights. “Not so common as to be suspicious, but not unique enough to be memorable.”

Obi-Wan raised a brow and nodded. “Alright then. Would you like to be Ben or Ada?” His lips quirked up in a half-smile and I gave a startled laugh before catching myself.

“Very funny. I hope you won’t treat the rest of the mission as a joke, though.” My tone wasn’t harsh, but the words melted the smile from his face and I felt my chest tighten regretfully. I shoved the feeling away and tried to refocus myself, unbuckling and pushing out of my seat. “I think I’ll go to my bunk and read through the packet they gave us. If we’re going to be traders, we should know as much as we can about what we’re to be trading.”

“Right,” he muttered, turning his chair back to the hull. “I’m sure the history of Malastare spice trading is going to be a fascinating read. I can’t wait.”

I frowned at his blasé attitude, shaking my head and storming off to my bunk. Why couldn’t he take anything seriously? Maybe it wasn’t the most vital mission the council had to assign, but that didn’t make our part in it any less important. Was it really all a joke to him or was he just using it to cover up other thoughts? The man made no sense to me at all. 

The next morning, our ship docked in the Malastare spaceport and we made our way to the hotel the council had suggested. While Obi-Wan approached the counter to check us in, I ducked into the hotel’s cafe to order a light dinner we could carry up to our room. When we reconvened by the elevator, Obi-Wan had a strange look on his face.

“Do I want the bad news now or later?”I asked, holding out his half of dinner. He took the food and grimaced.

“Well, you’ll know fairly soon anyway. There was only one room available.”

My stomach dropped at the look on his face. “Wait, don’t tell me. I can guess. One bed?”

He nodded, avoiding my eyes again. To my credit, I managed to keep my mouth from falling open or spewing the foul words that were playing through my mind. Instead, I sucked in a breath, nodded once, and released the breath in a heavy sigh. “Alright then. Let’s get this over with.”

We set ourselves up in the room, taking some time to adjust to the situation. I stood in the tiny en suite bathroom, fussing over my civilian clothes and wishing already that I could change back into my robes. Naturally, Obi-Wan looked perfectly at ease in his new clothes, though I saw him more than once reach for the place his lightsaber would usually rest on his belt. Neither of us enjoyed having the weapons tucked away in a pocket, it seemed.

The next few days were a blur of seemingly random meetings with middlingly-influential people and long, dull conversations regarding spices and navigation specifics. Obi-Wan tended to take the lead in conversation, which I didn’t mind as much as I’d thought I would. As much as I disliked his calming presence in the temple, it became a comfort against being so far from home and so distant from our masters. Neither of us had been apart from our teachers in several years and it unsettled us both. Throughout our not-so-random meetings, we managed to gather plenty of information. Malastare didn’t seem terribly invested in taking a side in the separatist movement, but they were keeping themselves in the loop as well as they could. Everything we learned was promptly recorded when we returned to our room and transmitted back to the council. 

The only real tension between us was in regard to the sleeping arrangements. From the start, Obi-Wan had elected to play the gentleman and surrendered the bed to me. Not appreciating what I saw as coddling, I suggested we trade-off. There was a small couch against the far wall of the room that we could take turns on. I would have taken the couch the whole time, given it was much more suitable for one my size than his, but he had refused the suggestion outright. So, we took turns, one of us in the bed and the other on the couch. The twinge in my chest at seeing him curled in on himself on the too-small couch was quickly added to the list of things I didn’t like about being around him.

Our fifth day on assignment was mercifully clear of appointments. Though we could’ve easily manufactured a few new leads, Obi-Wan convinced me that real newlyweds, traders or no, would be taking time away from work to relax. Despite my reservations, I allowed him to coax me into setting the mission aside for the day. Instead of chasing information, he suggested we take a walk. The planet was heavily forested and he was curious about the outer edges of the city. Coruscant was his home and he loved it dearly, but it had nothing like the forests here and he seemed eager to explore them. 

We spent the day wandering the outskirts of the city, marveling at the trees and neat pathways through the forests. At one point, he split away to examine a strange clump of ferns growing next to the path while I continued on toward a large, ornate fountain. Children were playing a game in the small courtyard, the only well-paved space in this area. When they saw me approach, many of them exchanged glances and scattered. One little girl, distracted for a moment as a colorful insect flew by her, realized her friends had abandoned her and turned to run. The tattered skirt of her dress caught on her shoes and she tripped, landing hard on her hands and knees. Without a thought, I rushed over and knelt by the girl. She sniffled and clutched her hands to her chest. 

“Are you alright, little one? Are you hurt?” I kept my voice soft, settling on the ground next to her and holding my hands out toward her. After a moment of hesitating, she laid her hands in mine, palms up. The skin was indeed scraped up, but not too badly. Giving her a gentle smile, I rummaged through my waist pouch for a weak salve I liked to carry for emergencies. “Shall I show you a magic trick, dear?”

The girl eyed the jar of salve warily, then looked up into my eyes and nodded. Taking care not to cause any unnecessary pain, I massaged the salve into her palms. “This is a special salve my mother taught me to make. It might sound silly, but she always said it works best when you sing while you put it on. Do you know any songs?” She shook her head, staring up at me wide-eyed, so I smiled wider and tapped her on the nose. “Then I’ll just have to come up with one myself.”

I folded her hands together between mine, rubbing the backs of her hands to distract from the way I knew her palms would be stinging, and began to sing. The first song in my mind was the one my mother had used to sing me to sleep when I was very small, a silly lullaby about butterflies and daydreams and chasing rainbows. The girl giggled at some of the lyrics. When the song finished, I patted her hands and grinned. 

“There, now. How’s that?” She unfolded her hands and gasped at how much better they already were. I chuckled and ruffled her hair. “I told you it was magic.” I sensed Obi-Wan approaching and stood, helping the girl to her feet. “You’d best head on home now, and carefully. You know the magic song now but it’d still be better if you avoided falling again.” She laughed again and took me by surprise by hugging me tightly around the waist. Then she ran off down the street her friends had taken and I stood by the fountain, flushed and wondering after her. It had been a while since I’d felt anything more affectionate than a hand on my shoulder. I’d forgotten the simple effect of a hug.

“My, my. Aren’t you the little songbird?” Obi-Wan teased, striding up with his hands in his pockets. “Is the song really magic?”

I flushed deeper and looked away from him, wrapping my arms around myself defensively. I hadn’t thought of my mother in a very long time and didn’t feel like being teased about it.

“It’s just a tactic to distract them until the salve does its job. Singing isn’t exactly a vital Jedi skill so I haven’t seen much use in it. I just wanted to calm her down.”

Obi-Wan sighed at the sharpness in my tone, moving to sit on the lip of the fountain. “I wasn’t trying to offend, Skylarin. Whatever you may think about me, my every word is not actually engineered as an insult. I thought it was very kind, what you did for her. Going off their looks, I doubt they get much kindness from strangers around here.”

Hesitating a moment, I settled beside him on the fountain, eyes cast down as shame washed over me. Why was I being so cruel to him? I knew my own reasoning for keeping him at a distance, but he didn’t. How cold must I seem to him, not knowing why I acted as I did? “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He stilled beside me and I could feel his eyes boring into me. “Um. Pardon?”

“I said,” I started, looking up finally and meeting his piercing blue eyes, “I am sorry. I realize I must seem unbearably rude to you. I never meant it. I don’t… It’s just-” I couldn’t seem to find the words and dropped my head into my hands. Mumbling through my fingers, I tried to explain as well as I could. “You’re a bloody sun walking around. Everything is warmer and brighter when you’re around and it makes me want you around all the time and I hate that. We’re Jedi. We’re not supposed to think that way. We’re not allowed to-” I cut myself off again and shook my head, hating how weak I felt at that moment.

“You-, We-,” He stumbled over his words, apparently stumped by my confession. “Not allowed to… to…” I heard the shift of fabric and stone as he left the fountain ledge and knelt in front of me. His hands covered mine and pulled them away from my face, leaving me exposed to those blue eyes that seemed to see through every wall I’d put up around my mind. How could a color so much closer to water feel like it was burning me alive? “Are you trying to say that all this time, all this arguing, is because you… you fancy me?”

Hearing the words said aloud somehow made them feel so much heavier, so much more forbidden. I wanted to sink through the stone and into the planet core, to burn as I felt like I was, to melt into the magma and never have to face that look in his eyes again. His hands were still curled around mine and his grip tightened as I made to pull away.

“As I said. I’m sorry. It was unprofessional and downright juvenile. I’ll be better going forward if you promise to just… forget any of this ever happened.”

“Sky.” His voice was soft as it wrapped around the shortened version of my name, drawing me and the rest of the planet, it seemed, to a halt. One of his hands left mine and drifted up to brush my cheek. “I can tell you right now I will absolutely not be able to forget any part of this. Why didn’t you ever just say something?”

The touch on my face was distractingly nice and I leaned into it without thinking, closing my eyes against the earnest expression in those eyes. “It… It isn’t allowed. I was hoping if I kept it up long enough, our masters would just separate us and I wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. That being away from you would make everything so much easier and I could pretend none of it existed. I never actually meant to hurt you, I just… I couldn’t stand being around you and trying to keep my thoughts to myself.”

I felt the shift of his weight, then his mouth was on mine, warm and hesitant. My brain seemed to short-circuit as a hundred conflicting thoughts fought for dominance. My hands tightened around his, the one still in my lap, as if it was all that was holding me to the planet. After what seemed like too long and not nearly long enough, he pulled away.

A gentle sigh escaped his lips as he stood, pulling me up after him. “Come along, songbird. I think we could both use a rest.” The nickname sent a thrill through me, but I was still trying to process the fact that I could still feel the impression of his lips on mine as he walked us back to the hotel.

As soon as we made it back to the room, I let myself collapse on the bed and threw an arm over my face. Obi-Wan stood by the door for a moment before gingerly laying down near me, leaving about a foot of space between us. We stayed silent, letting what had just happened sink in. I swore I could feel him there beside me, even without the Force letting me feel the brush of his energy against mine. My heart ached for him to kiss me again, as if the kiss had unleashed all the feelings I’d been holding back, but my mind rebelled against the wrongness of it.

“How long?” His voice was quiet but broke the silence abruptly. I removed my arm from my face and rolled onto my side to look at him. His face was pensive as he stretched out on his side of the bed. “How long have you… y’know…”

“There wasn’t an exact moment really,” I said, deciding he might as well have the truth. We were both going home with a secret now, so there didn’t seem much danger in getting it all off my chest. “It was sort of gradual since we met. Little things adding up. When I realized what it was, it frightened me and I started trying to avoid you. Then our masters started teaming up and I couldn’t do that anymore, so I-” I flushed and dropped my gaze, embarrassed at the childish logic I’d been following. “I thought if I was rude enough to you, got you to dislike me, perhaps they’d start keeping us apart themselves and take the matter out of my hands.”

“Oh, Sky,” he whispered and reached out to rest his hand on my cheek. “Darling, I’m so sorry you were going through that.”

As much as I liked his touch, I eased out from under it. “You know we can’t. If anyone found out, we could lose our place in the order.”

“Not necessarily,” he mused, toying with the end of my braid where it lay between us. “Plenty of masters have… arrangements with each other. Even ours.” He laughed at the shocked expression on my face. “Did you never wonder why they suddenly started partnering up for missions?”

I gave a single laugh and shook my head. “That does explain a lot.” I watched him stroking his fingers over my braid, thinking over his words. “So, what are you suggesting? That we, what, give in to this and just keep it a secret?” 

“What if we just, for the time being, try to be friends? Not to be presumptuous but you seem like you could use someone to talk to, someone other than your master. And I could use the same, often enough. It would be nice to have someone aside from Qui Gon to confide in. And while it might surprise you, I’m actually rather fond of you when you’re not spewing venom at me.”

That did draw out a laugh and rolled my eyes, letting myself shift ever so slightly closer. I was still worried about what would happen if we got caught, but I knew I was just waiting to be talked into it. “What about the rest of it?”

“The way I see it,” he murmured, following my lead and inching closer, “if the others can do it, and we keep it from affecting our assignments, there’s no reason we can’t, too.” He released my braid to stroke his fingertips down my arm, making me shiver and crumbling the remains of my restraint.

“No reason at all.” My whisper turned to a gasp as the space between us vanished and his body covered mine.

The following few days served as a test of our new ‘arrangement’. We met with each of our appointments, finding our supposed marriage easier to fake now that we weren’t so stiff around each other. Smiles and teasing were lighter, no longer edged with tension. By the time we received the call to return to the temple, we were working together as well as any team. On the journey home, we agreed on a story, sticking close enough to the truth without having to divulge the more scandalous details.

We gave our report to the council and returned to our routines as we waited for our masters to return from Malastare. We meditated together every morning in the courtyard, as we’d been instructed to, and separated for other lessons throughout the day before meeting back up in one of our rooms after dinner. It was a comfortable routine and, for the first time in years, I felt genuinely at home in the temple. Though we both knew we were playing a risky game, we were both happier and more at ease than ever. I still felt the uncomfortable nagging feeling that something terrible was coming, but knowing I would have Obi-Wan at my back, I felt ready to handle anything.

[stfuviolet1]

If there’s one lesson I could list out of any other lessons I learnt for the past one year; is to stop seeking validation. All my life (as far as I remember) I was seeking validation and tbh, it’s whack. I’m starting to admit that I, no matter how many times I told myself that I don’t give a fuck, somewhere somewhere inside my heart, I still care. A people pleaser? Perhaps.

But that would be the last year Fey. This year Fey? Boy she prolly still gives a fuck. In fact there’s too many fucks to be given. The question is, who’s worthy of her fucks? Yeap I’m so selective with who I choose to indulge myself with now. Ever since I’m determined to pick myself up from the rock bottom about a year ago, I didn’t look back. It’s the promise I made to myself. To never ever put myself in a position where I was a couple of months ago. Ever. Guess it’s right, you gotta hit rock bottom to rise from the ashes again. Picked myself up each day, slowly building my strength and confidence back, accepting all parts of me when I used to hate looking at myself in the mirror. Being kinder to myself starting last year is no doubt the most noble thing I’ve done to myself. I suck at something or fuck things up? It’s okay lesson learned let’s try again. It’s not the end of the world. I got sick? Poor baby girl let’s make you some hot soup and get you hot patches and nice hot chocolate while binge watching our favorite show. The way I’m treating myself right now is literally is the way how I would treat my inner child. I got you Fey, I got you.

So after all these roller coasters journey (yeh ngl life still sucks at times but honestly it ain’t life if you ain’t tripping) it’s safe to say I stop seeking for validation be it from family, friends or even a partner or a guy duh. To hell to anyone who thinks otherwise of me cause I know exactly who I am, I know exactly what I want and I know exactly who I want to be. But don’t get me wrong tho, I still welcome compliments as much as I welcome constructive criticism. There’s à different from being a high value person and a jerk.

Anyways coming back to the point, I probably don’t care as much as what people think of me as long as I’m doing fine. BUT,, something funny happened today. Or rather, sweet? Weird? Fishy?

A 5 year old boy… ok let’s just put his name here. HAMZAH. Yes you hear it right, hamzah, my one and only IGCSE student for reception level just called me ‘pretty’ earlier today!!! Like wtf,, ok I’ve been getting compliments from little kids multiple of times before but coming from hamzah? Again, HAMZAH? boy for a second I thought I was dreaming when I heard that but yo, I got receipts. I was recording him and the rest of the students who joined our experiment today. I’d show it but nvm, it’s for my safekeeping only.

So I greeted everyone with good morning and as everyone else replied back he at the end of his sentence said “GOOD MORNING TEACHER NURUL CANTIK” at this point I had to play cool but gosh my heart drops lmao. 6 months and counting being his teacher all I can see is he’s very selective, egoistic, sensitive, bossy, reserved, hot headed (sounds so much like me) I rarely hear him compliments anything other that his superficial characters/toys etc but when he said that to me, it calms my heart knowing he actually could be as expressive(?) the way he appreciates beauty is what I found heart warming. I mean for a 5 year old, what do they know much about adjectives? But I guess it’s nice to know that all this while, I have been seen as a good looking woman. At least to his eyes. It means the world to me. It’s enough to put a smile on my face and lasted the whole day.

Sounds so much like seeking validation? Maybe. But he IS an exception.

#290124

[qierxing]

Melodrama

Yan! Jealuc x Reader

Word Count: 1450

To act a role is a skill you were not wholly unfamiliar with.

Continued from this, but can be read alone.

It’s unnerving, you think, that you could get used to this kind of lifestyle.

The spread before you is far and wide: buttered scones, pastries with many kinds of jam stuffed in, mini sandwiches with cucumbers, and many more you couldn’t care to name. Some of the pastries seem to come from Fontaine itself, the famed nation for its bakery goods.

“Are you not hungry?”

You shake your head meekly. You hear a weary sigh, but you don’t look up from your cup of coffee. Jean made it for you, despite the fact you aren’t fond of the drink. Too bitter, too strong for your taste to handle. Maybe if you keep looking down at the cedar wood table, you could fool yourself that you were in another tawdry meeting with your coworkers, annoyed at being awake for work so early.

“If they don’t want to eat, don’t push it.” Diluc’s voice makes your muscles tense and teeth clench.

You haven’t tried to run. Not yet, anyway. The windows that were reinforced with bars, locked doors, and even the staff that avoids your direct eyes at all costs—this had been a long time incoming. You’ve seen the wildfire flickering within Diluc’s eyes when Jean’s back was turned. It promised a special circle of abyssal hell if you tried anything, and you were not that foolish yet to try the man’s patience.

Not when you know now how much he’s willing to raze to the ground for his obsessions.

Jean sighs, before placing some pastries and sandwiches on your plate. You bite back the urge to snap at her that you’re not a child, you can pick your own foods just fine—but the burn of Diluc’s eyes forces your mouth shut.

It’s the illusion of choice. How many times have you seen it happen, by your coworkers inflicting it upon poor, vulnerable people who were merely trying to live their life? Vividly, an old memory surfaces in your mind: La Signora leaving a man bloody and bruised, because he fell for the hand that promised a false mercy.

You asked to be transferred to a different department the next day.

“Try this, love.” You purse your lips at the soft, infantilizing tone Jean’s voice holds and reluctantly spear a pastry with a fork and bring a piece to your lips. Both of them are trained on you now, and being at the center of attention makes you want to squirm.

Perhaps this was your punishment, you think, for turning a blind eye to those who were crushed under Fatui influence. For turning your back and just trying to mitigate the situation by your own actions. Too afraid to confront the larger problem of the Fatui, the inner rot that grew and grew. Caught up in the fact that these were your people, so you were less inclined to do anything about it.

You swallow the jam-filled pastry, tart blueberry sticking to your dry throat. It was delicious, you won’t lie. But the presence of your current company makes you want to hurl it back up again.

“It’s good.” You say at the behest of their expectant gazes, wishing they would stop looking at you. You try to keep your tone neutral, without the simmering bitterness showing.

Jean smiles at you brightly, then at Diluc in a blatant show of hope, and you want to gag at your own words at the reaction. You’d think that Diluc wouldn’t be that beguiled by your terrible performance of acting out as a loving partner, but even he smiles softly back at Jean, indulging her hope.

You want to stab them both with the breakfast knife.

They’ve not only taken your freedom, but they’ve taken your ability to do things. You spent your whole life helping others, doing tasks that were considered mundane, just being on the move even if it was to talk with others. Now, only they were your company and they’ve caged your ability to even dress yourself. Why they felt they needed to include you in this terrible show to play lovers together was beyond you.

“I should get going soon, there’s bound to be a load of paperwork at my desk.” Jean looks at the clock, laughing softly. Diluc presses a dreamy kiss upon her forehead and brushes strands of hair from her face with a tenderness that you can hardly believe in.

“Don’t overwork yourself.” He says, all too easily, with a smile.

You look away. The way they move together was hypnotic, magnetic even; they make a striking couple that no doubt would turn heads. The way they knew each other from their actions made you feel envious, in a way.

You once thought you knew their characters enough to warrant that trust.

You down your cold coffee, washing the sweet blueberry away. The bitter liquid lingers on your tongue.

“[First]…?” Your blood runs cold at the hope filled sentence Jean poses.

You want to run away. You’ve already played enough with their delusions of a domestic morning together—why must you be subject to even more torture? Your hands clenches around the delicate porcelain handle, threatening to break it.

“[First].” This time it’s Diluc, and the memory of burning hands on your neck makes you reluctantly drag yourself from the chair and walk over slowly to where the two are. When you manage to bring yourself to look up at their faces, you want to cringe. You stiffly press a kiss to her cheek and mumble a “Have a good day at work.”

Jean chuckles and your heart clenches. What once was a sound that brought you great joy, now makes you want to cry. “Thank you, dear. Take care, now.”

Diluc even makes you stick with him as you both see her off, making her way down the dirt roads. As her figure fades, his face turns to you, but you don’t gratify him by facing him, turning around to go back inside the manor. You’re not that dumb enough to try to make a break for it, and you want to be as far away from the winery owner.

A hand grips your shoulder tightly, preventing you from moving any further.

“What?” Your tone is full of hostility, none of the previous meekness in it at all. There’s no need to play charades here, not when you know Diluc is aware enough of how you feel.

“Would it kill you so much to look at me?” You scoff, shrugging his hand off.

“Since when did you care for sentiments? Especially for Fatui?” You continue on walking, but you’re quickly spun around to face your captor again.

“You’re not Fatui anymore.” You clench your teeth and they creak under the tension. That is not his place to say that. You’re well aware that most likely your absence at your workplace may have been missed, but you know better than to fool yourself than to think that they couldn’t easily replace you. If you’re lucky, maybe Viktor and Lyudmila will try to send a search party, but even you knew that was a scarce possibility. You know how the Fatui works—if a machine part no longer works, you throw it out and replace it. You were not much different from a rusted part abandoned in the trash heap.

“When will you stop roping me into this charade, Master Diluc? You know perfectly well that I will not and will never love you or Master Jean. Go play this make believe game without me.” Your scathing retort is too rushed, and he sees right through to the grief, the anger of being stripped of your home.

Not your home, he quickly reminds himself. They didn’t treat you like home, so he had to come and save you from their leering glares.

“Despite what you may think, I care deeply for you—” You roll your eyes. “And we both wish that you become happier than where you were.”

Was he hearing himself? There’s no point in arguing with a lunatic. The definition of insanity was to repeat the same action with the expectation of different results, and you were not about to start today. You shake your head and turn again to get away from the maddening conversation.

This time though, your wrist is grabbed and it scorches your skin to the point where you yelp in pain with tears in your eyes. White hot panic races through you as you try desperately to pry the gloved hand off, anything to just get him to stop holding you like you were about to fade away—

“So, be nice, and be grateful that we love you so much to excuse your poor attitude.”

[supernaturalgirl20]

hi baby! if you’re taking requests might i indulge you in the scenario of Din where he captures you, the bounty, and you try to persuade him to let you be his “mechanic” instead, but like y’all wind up fucking 🙈🙈

You can choose how everything goes and add anything else you’d like love 💜💜

Thank you my dear for this delicious ask 🥰 I had loads of fun writing this 😏

Mechanic

Pairings: Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v smut, blowjob, Lil bit of dark!Din, cursing.

A/N: this is pure filth and I’m not sorry 😏 blame @anaaaispunk for fuelling the fire 😉

Sitting in the cantina, you scan your surroundings for immediate threats. Realising your ok, for now at least, you let out a sigh of relief. You’d lost count of the number of weeks you’ve been on the run, and for what, killing some ex empire general or something. You did them a favour really, pity no one else saw it that way. So here you are on another planet hiding. God I hope this isn’t going to be my life. It’s exhausting. You make your way to the bar and order another spotcha, the door to the cantina opens, nothing note worthy except the whole place goes dead quiet. Intrigued, you look to see what’s grabbed everyone’s attention. It’s like you’ve seen a ghost, except it’s not a ghost, it’s a man covered in a silver armour. Fuck! They sent a fucking mandalorian, they must be desperate now. You try to act normal, grab your drink and sit back at your table. Shivers run down your spine as he walks past. Closing your eyes, you wait, wait for him to point a blaster at your head, but it doesn’t come. Opening your eyes slowly, you see he walked right past you to another booth. He doesn’t even look in your direction. Maybe he’s not here for me after all. I’m just being paranoid.

***

It’s late when you finally leave the cantina, walking slowly back to the inn. There’s a tiredness in your bones and you can’t wait to lie in bed and finally get some sleep. Entering your room you switch on the light. When the room becomes illuminated you let outa scream.

“Jesus, what the fuck Mando, you scared the shit out of me. How did you know this was my room? Actually how did you get here before me, when I left you were still there sitting, stiff as a board.” You snigger at that.

“Are you done?”

“Oh lighten up, Tin can.”

You both just stare at each other, daring the other to make the first move. He’s on his feet and has you pinned to the door quicker than lightning.

“Not so smart now, are you?”

“Hhmm, I like where this is going, Mando, how did you know I like it rough?” You have a sly smirk and you quit laughing your eyebrow at him. You can hear him let out a sigh.

“We’ve been doing this for too long, you’ve had your fun, enough is enough. Time to bring you in.”

He lets go of you and stands back slightly.

“Get your things, your coming with me.”

He can see your shoulders drop a little, “fine you win.”

He’s stunned. Eyes wide in shock that you haven’t resisted harder. He’d expected you to. Silently hoped you would. Not that you could see, his face hidden behind the helmet.

“Do I have to cuff you? Or will you behave?”

“I promise I won’t run.” Pushing you in front of him, “walk.”

***

Walking towards the crest you ask Mando if you can freshen up. Pointing you in the direction of the fresher, he makes his way to the cockpit setting the coordinates. He doesn’t feel right about this, bringing you in. As far as he’s concerned you did the galaxy a favour. One less imp to deal with. Your worth a lot of credits though and bounties have been slow lately, the ship needs some repairs. He’s lost in his own head when you make your way towards him.

You slipped into something more “revealing” , a dress you’d picked up on tattooine. You put your hand on his pauldron and he looks up at you through his visor.

“Mando, do you really have to bring me in? I mean I’m a nobody, you could pretend I got away?” He is scowling at you under the helmet. “Ok I know, I wouldn’t get away from you, not believable. You killed me then?”. If you could see his face you would see the awe in his eyes. It’s like you can read his mind. You slide into his lap and straddle him. He doesn’t move, doesn’t touch you. You adjust yourself so your right over his hardening member. You swear he lets out a growl. Leaning into him you whisper beside where you think his ears are.

“You know, you could keep me….here..with you. I work as your mechanic, you need one right?”

“Do you even know anything about ships?”

“Eh..well no, but I’m a fast learner.”

“No.”

You slowly grind your hips over his cock. He grips the seat a little tighter, smiling to yourself you let out a low moan. He’s completely hard now, you can feel him at your core. Then an idea strikes. Biting your lip you lean into him again.

“I’m sure you could think of something for me to do. You know…like you!” His hand grips you hard, stopping you in your movements. His voice is harsh now.

“Enough!”

You slowly lean back so your face is directly in front of his visor. You need to try something else!

Slowly, you lift up your dress, revealing your dripping cunt to him. You hear him take in a breath. Placing two fingers in your mouth you suck on them before moving them downward. Once you reach your aching core you slip them inside, moaning at the sensation.

“Oh god…yes…just that like that Mando…yes….fuck me so good.” Without warning he pulls your fingers out, brings them to his helmet, lifts the bottom revealing his mouth. That mouth, Jesus he has a moustache. He sucks them clean before placing the helmet back down fully. Suddenly he stands, gripping your ass tightly. You wrap your legs around his waist as his walks towards the ladder. Putting you down, “go down, put these on, and wait.” He hands you his magnetised cuffs. Unable to speak you just nod in understanding.

Once you secure the cuffs, your suddenly drenched in darkness. What the? A hand grips you around the neck, pushing you towards the wall of the ship. Your arms are placed over your head and secured to the wall. “Think you can tease me do you, that you can fuck your way free, is that it?”

His voice it’s so deep, even without the modulator. Then it finally dawns on you, he’s helmet-less. His stubble is rough against your skin, sending heat straight bro your core. You try moving your hips against him, but he grips your waist tight stopping you.

“Ah ah, you’ve been a bold girl, bold girls don’t get to come.”

“Do you think you deserve to stay here with me, for me to forgo my credits on you?”

“Yes, Mando please, I’ll do anything.”

“I’m going to release your hand now, your going to be a good girl and get on your knees.”

When he releases your hands you drop straight to the ground. He pulls his pants down, grips you at the back of your head and brings you toward his cock. “Your going to take my cock in your mouth aren’t you pretty girl? Show me how badly you want to stay with me!”

He tilts his head back and groans as he feels your hot, wet mouth take him in. You run your tongue up the length of him and tease around the tip. He’s desperate for release, having you tease him all night, so he shoves his cock further into your mouth and begins fucking your face.

“That’s it pretty girl, your doing…so well….taking my cock like that.”

He comes down the back of your throat and you swallow it all. He steps back, stripping completely before he lifts you to your feet. He moves you to his cot and rips your dress off you. You let out a slight squeal as the cool air hits your bare skin.

“Can you take off the cuffs please?”

“Only if you promise not to touch?”

“I promise.”

Once he removes them you go to rub the skin on your wrists. He stops you and brings them to his lips and gently kisses around them. “Did I hurt you?”

“No it’s ok, I’ve had worse.”

“I bet you have.”

“Hands over you head, remember no touching.”

He kisses around your neck, slowly kissing his way down, over your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. You moan at the sensation of his stubble on your bare breasts. He moves down again, begins kissing your inner thighs, your a writhing mess below him. He licks a strip over your folds before shoving his tongue inside. Your body is tingling all over. There’s a heat in your core threatening to combust. Hey sucks on your clit before pumping two fingers inside you. He takes you over the edge and…pulls away.

“No! Why did you stop. Please please I need you Mando. Fuck me.”

He hovers over you and kisses you gently on the lips.

“Din.”

“Hmm what?”

“My name….it’s Din. I want you to know what to call me when you come.”

“Din, it suits you. Now fuck me.”

He lines himself up and fills you completely with one thrust.

“Fuck….so tight….take me…so well.”

He grabs your leg and wraps it around his hip, giving him a better angle. His thrusts are hard and fast and you come screaming his name.

“Fuck, Din….yes.”

You move your hands down to gently hold his face and he freezes. You forgot yourself, caught up in the moment, forgetting he asked for you not to touch him. You reckon it’s something to do with his creed. Worried he will pull away from you, you go to pull your hands away.

“I’m sorry, no touching.”

He kisses you gently on the lips. Grabbing your hand in his own, he slowly brings it back to his face. He closes his eyes at the feeling of you there. Something he hasn’t felt since he was a child. “It’s ok.”

He kisses you again before thrusting into you again. He’s slower this time and you feel all of him now, every ridge, every vein, it’s so intimate even though you can’t see him. Your coming hard again in no time, cunt clenching him tight as he spills inside you. He rolls off you and pulls you into his side.

“So does this mean I can stay?!”

“I suppose. I might need more convincing.”

You laugh as you straddle him, “you better buckle up so, your in for a long night.”

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[liquorisce]

honey, we can run forever

pairing: eren x mikasa

rating: E; 18+

summary: Eren is not a simple man, he doesn’t want simple things, and he doesn’t love, simply. Because as much as he wants Mikasa to be happy, the thought of her forgetting him twists inside him painfully, a knife in his already diminishing soul.

or

cabin eren likes that mikasa grew her hair longer. (so he can pull on it when he's fucking her from behind)

ao3

“Honey, we can run forever, if forever's what's in store

Oh, time doesn’t love you like I love you,

So take me home.”

Mikky Ekko

Unbelievable, he thinks.

He feels it as he sees her walking with the others, sandwiched between Armin and Jean, as they tease her over something trivial. He sees it when she first discovers the confection they call ice cream.

She’s unbelievable. Her strength, her presence… her beauty.

There’s a melancholy to it, to the way he looks at her today. Because even though he’s never seen her so relaxed, so carefree, so guileless and lost in her surroundings (maybe just once before in the ocean, and she’d looked beautiful even then).

It tugs at him when she calls him, the same way she’s always called him, ever since they were children and innocent and clueless, the way she comes up to him with the most self-conscious smile, offering him what she just discovered.

He can’t tell her it isn’t new to him, that none of this is. He can’t tell her that when he tastes the ice cream she offers him now, he’s had it before, or at least he remembers it, because now he can remember his future, and that’s something he doesn’t even know how to explain.

So he takes it from her anyway, relishing in the treat that she relished in, partaking in a small piece of joy, something he can share with her.

He wonders when was the last time he saw her in civilian clothes. Especially like this - Mikasa had always been partial to long, flowing, skirts. That’s just who she was, and if this life hadn’t done this to her, that’s who she would have been, carefree and indulgent… and free.

And at that moment he’s never felt a stronger urge than to see her like that. To witness the beauty of Mikasa in a different life, maybe a different life with him.

…

He'd asked her to forget him. No, he'd begged. He heard his own voice, raspy and choked up at that moment, overcome with Mikasa's tears, and the cruel nature of their reality.

In that moment, standing outside their little cabin, nestled in the woods, far far away from any kind of reality, in the beautiful golden glow of the sunset that bathed her delicate face, all he'd wanted was her happiness. A long life filled with love and joy for the love of his life even if it was a life without him.

But Eren is not a simple man, he doesn’t want simple things, and he doesn’t love, simply. Because as much as he wants Mikasa to be happy, the thought of her forgetting him twists inside him painfully, a knife in his already diminishing soul.

It’s a stain in his mind, spreading, and it darkens him to the point where he can’t even look at her anymore without thinking of her smiling, beautiful, hair long and free in the wind, a child hugging her knees. A man who holds her waist with pride.

It makes him sick. It’s a vision he wants to reach out and grab and crush, make it so small until it ceases to exist. Vaguely he realizes just how far gone he is, but he doesn’t want her smiles to belong to anyone else.

He doesn’t even notice the effect his darkening mood has on her, until she asks him, tentatively. “... Did I do something to upset you, Eren?”

He’s stumped really, doesn’t know how to respond because he doesn't know how to say that she could never upset him, not as long as she’s with him. Pulling her onto his lap, he tries to dredge up a smile. “... You know me, I’ve always been moody.”

She rests her forehead against his, and he can feel her cool breath as she speaks, a small hitch in her throat as she says “... maybe I can improve your mood?”

It still makes him breathless when she speaks to him this way - coy, teasing... flirtatious? And when he thinks of the possibility that she might speak to another man this way, it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, his grip on her waist tightening.

She litters kisses along his jaw, fingers deftly undoing the ties on the front of his shirt, grazing the faint bit of chest hair that peeks out. It takes very little for her to turn him on and she knows it, a pleasing hum at the back of her throat as she feels him get aroused under her.

It’s an intensely addictive feeling, her lips, her fingers, and the more Eren feels himself give into it, the more the irrational anger bubbles over, his mouth betraying his displeasure when he thinks of her speaking this way to someone else. Would she touch him like this, caressing his chest, pressing her enticing body against his the same way?

Would she grind her hips against another man’s erection?

Would she sigh so temptingly into another man’s lips?

He can’t help the growl that spills out of his lips, and he nips her lips angrily, greedily. She recoils for a minute, grey eyes startled, her palm covering her lips. “... Eren, what was that,” -

He lifts her easily, strong muscled thighs wrapping around his hips as he carries her to the bed, pressing his lips gently to hers in apology. As he lays her out in front of him, skirt hitched up to her waist, his green eyes are stormy as he struggles with his words. “... You,” you’re beautiful, he thinks, “You don’t even realize,” -

He chokes, unable to continue, unable to explain the dark cloud brewing in his mind. He pulls the scarf off and discards it on the floor, fingers moving to the buttons on her sweater.

“... You’re all I have left Mikasa,” he wonders if that is enough for her to understand, but judging from the way she looks at him, a mixture of confused and aroused, it isn’t. “You’re all I have,” he murmurs again, before divesting her of her skirt and pressing a kiss to her inner calf. “Sometimes I can’t bear it.”

“... I don’t,” -

She doesn’t need to say it, he knows she doesn’t understand. How could she? She wasn’t like him, she loved him without complication, for the longest time, with the most straightforward dedication. But Eren’s always loved her in hiding, the way he does now, running away from the whole world into an illusion, where it’s just her and him and nobody else... to the only place where he could have her completely, only his.

“My time’s running out, Mikasa,” he says with vehemence. No longer depressed, but just angry. Angry that there was a timer on their relationship, a deadline for the time he had with the girl he loved for so long, he can’t even remember a time where he hadn’t loved her.

“... I have you now,” he whispers possessively, cupping his hand around her heat, hooking a finger into her panties to pull it down. “... But not much longer.” He takes a minute to appreciate the sight in front of him, Mikasa naked from the waist down, and he confesses, “... It drives me insane.”

If she weren’t completely, irrevocably in love with him, she might have thought he looked as insane as he felt, green eyes wild, hair messy from where she’s run her fingers through it. She doesn’t like to dwell on it either, they’d promised each other that they wouldn’t bring it up, they wouldn’t talk about their friends, or the war, or the fact that the clock was ticking on their love. “... Only you, Eren, that’s all I want to focus on,” she’d told him, breathlessly, when they’d first spoken of running away, and that’s how she wanted it to stay.

Because she can’t imagine a life without him, without the boy who’d been there for her ever since she thought she had nothing else. “We said we wouldn’t think about it,” she whispers, doing her best not to let her own thoughts stray there, there would be time for that aplenty when the only way she could keep him with her would be with tear-filled memories.

“Not think about it?” The anger betrays him, seeping into his impassioned voice, “... How can I?” His words are harsh, biting, deliberate with the scraping of his teeth against her nipple. “It’s all I think of nowadays, Mikasa.” Her hands thread into his hair when he uncovers her shirt to suck on her breast. “... That someday someone else might touch you this way.”

She inhales sharply when he squeezes her breast to the point of pain. “... Never.”

“You say that now,” he says, with melancholy, but someday you’ll do this with another man, is something he doesn’t add, when he slips a finger through her panties, testing how wet she’s become.

“... God, I’m so selfish, Mikasa,” he pants, relishing the sounds she makes, the way her beautiful grey eyes clouded with lust. “... But I want those moans only for myself.”

“Eren, I’ve only ever wanted you, you know that,” -

“I know,” he murmurs, selfishly. He doesn’t let her catch her breath, slipping another finger inside, letting her adjust to the pace that he sets, “... all this,” he lets her taste how wet she is, smearing her juices on her lips before he kisses her, “It’s only for me, isn’t it?”

He can feel her grow impatient, hips moving up to meet his, to grind against him, desperate for some friction. “You’re not lying are you, my love?” And he knows she isn’t because Mikasa is so honest with her body, her mouth, her words, as she whispers, “... I’m all yours, Eren.”

It pleases him so much to hear it, even though he’s always known it, through his jealousy, his possessiveness, there’s never been much doubt about just how much Mikasa is his. She reaches for him, for the drawstrings of his pants that should have come undone a long time ago.

It’s unbelievable just how good she can make him feel with her mouth alone (with her words, her smiles, her moans), soft and warm and wet and so, so eager to please. She works him up till he’s slick and throbbing, lips smacking around the length of him until he threads his fingers into her hair and pulls on it, grey eyes unfocused and watery from how deep she had him mere moments ago. “... You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” he confesses, and he doesn’t even know where he gets the courage to say it, because Mikasa looks so pretty all the time anyway.

“... Eren,” she whispers urgently, and he can see the way she’s pressing her thighs together, can see the urgency she wants to convey. “... I need you.”

“I know you do, my love,” he whispers, caressing the side of her face, “... Be a good girl for me and get on your hands and knees for me.” She blushes prettily but moves to accommodate him exactly how he tells her to, on her knees and her hands, turning to look at him in anticipation.

He swats her ass playfully, and she wiggles. “Raise your ass for me, Mikasa, don’t hide.”

She’s so obedient, so beautiful, and the darker side of him relishes it immensely. He loves the way she listens to him, how eager she is to please him, and there’s an irrational, selfish thought, that surely this side of her, submissive and pliant Mikasa, will only be his.

He spreads her with his fingers and blows gently, and she lets out a long whine. He nips at her outer lips possessively, lapping at the juices that betray her arousal. “... So needy,” he whispers, and in a breathless whimper, she supplies, “... only for you, Eren.”

He groans as he slips his length inside of her, inside her ready heat, so deep inside of her, he’s almost certain she’s taken hold of his soul. “... Mine,” he whispers, almost subconsciously, kissing the soft skin over her spine, licking gently over her vertebra.

She bucks back against him, eager for him to move, but his fingers splay around her throat possessively. “... So desperate for me, huh, Mikasa?” His fingers tighten ever so slightly as he drives into her, and she can feel her flutter around his length as he gets rough with her. He thrusts again and again, his hold loosening, not wanting to hurt her.

But what Eren doesn’t realize is that Mikasa needs this as much as he does, that he could do anything to her and she wouldn’t break. That when he chokes her and drives into her, everything else ceases to exist, except him and his all-consuming presence. “Do anything, Eren,” she begs, a hoarse whisper from the back of her throat, “... just don’t be gentle.”

Because their love had never been gentle, it had always been violent, cruel, asking too much of them, burdening them with pleasure but only with the promise of pain. And now with the things that played on both their minds, she’d rather he drove it out of her mind with the sheer intensity that only he could give her.

“I wasn’t planning to be,” he murmurs, yanking on her ponytail, watching her back arch beautifully as he fills her completely before thrusting into her again. He has a stray thought about how pretty she looks with her hair grown out again, sleek and soft and so perfect for him to hold onto as he drives into her from behind.

The angle is so good, so deep, that she whimpers, “... I can’t… I’m so close, Eren,” and that’s when he knows he has to see her. He pulls out of her quickly - she whines at the loss of fullness - and demands, “... Lie on your back, my love. I want to see you feel good.”

It embarrasses her how easily he vocalizes what he wants, but Eren’s always been good at that, and Mikasa’s happy to make him feel happy. So she complies. He parts her legs, bending them onto his shoulders and slips into her so easily, she groans.

He bites down on the soft swell of her calves to suppress a groan because he’s slid so deep into her wetness, he feels like he could almost drown. He fucks her thoroughly, building a pace that he can no longer say he’s in control of, his hips bucking into her erratically. Her orgasm is building, and he can sense it in the way that she quivers, how she looks away from him, biting her lip, and he doesn’t like it.

Grasping her chin with his fingers, he turns it towards him, thumb forcing her mouth open. “Don’t do that,” he breathes, “... I want to hear you say my name.” He bends over and licks gently on her earlobe, lavishing the way she likes, the way he knows she’s weak for. “... I want to hear you scream it, Mikasa.”

And she does.

…

He watches her sleep, after. He tucks her in and watches her breathing deepen, her hair framing her face beautifully on her pillow.

She’s even more beautiful after he’s fucked her, lips swollen from the way he’s kissed them, skin bruising delicately under the pale moonlight. She bruised so easily under his fingers, from where he enclosed them around her throat, and for the briefest moment, he feels bad about it - about causing her any kind of pain.

But the larger part of him, the part that screams for nothing but his own gratification, wonders if they will stay long, long after he’s gone, reminding anyone who dares to look, whom she truly belongs to.

- fin -

a/n: here's some soap for you to clean yourselves after this!! if you want some more cabin eremika that's sorta like this, check out my other oneshot "one of these days, ill know" :)

(btw, I'm always looking for feedback to improve, so please lemme knoww~)

[lumisfiction]

Just For Tonight

Kakashi x Black Reader

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kishimoto, gif not mine found on the internet.

Warning: Black Reader Insert, fluff

Part 1

****Part Two*****

Y/n’s house was the most enchanting place in all the Hidden Leaf, four miles into a secluded forest lay a stone path with handcrafted lanterns along it. The forest that surrounded it was filled with every color of wild flower that Kakashi had ever seen. It was as if he was no longer in the village, like he’d stepped into another world, y/n’s world. A world of fireflies, sun flowers, moon flowers, roses of every color, and lilies. A pastel painting with a deep green undertone of the entire forest. All around him were arches, tall trees with branches that entwined with evening birds perched on them singing their evening hymn. The dim light of moon peaking through illuminating the walk way. If it hadn't been for Sasuke and Naruto he would have never found this place.

Tugging eagerly at his vest Naruto guided him farther until they came to a large clearing. The moon and stars were brighter as it reflected on the surface of the small pond in front of them. It seemed all matter of creatures came out tonight in celebration of y/n, the sounds around him growing louder. A pleasant loudness that blended with the atmosphere of the pond and on its surface glowing lotuses glided past. Naruto reached down and picked one up, crystal liquid pooling over his small fingers. Kakashi watches as its blue light dimly lights the boy's youthful face. He looked his age then, like a child who held the most precious thing in the world. “These are her favorite” cupping it delicately Naruto presented his hands to him. “I know you came last minute Kakashi sensei, you can bring this as a gift” Naruto grinned a mischievous glint in his eye. “A gift” Kakashi scratched the back of his neck, painfully aware of his unpreparedness. In his haste to cheer Naruto up he’d forgotten that he just returned from a mission. His clothes were dirty and his hair was grimy. “I think a gift is the least of my concern” Kakashi pulled at his filthy pants, he could fill the dirt under his fingernails. He thought about y/n then how pretty she would look and her face when she saw him. It would be their first official meeting and this is what she’ll see. Her first impressions forever skewered by his dirty attire. It made his hands tremble and he felt heat rush throughout his body, a nervousness swelling somewhere deep within him. Nervous to meet y/n, like a school boy who finally gets to spend time with his crush.

Sasuke looked behind him observing a riled up Kakashi. Even in the moonlight and a half exposed face he knew exactly what his tinted cheeks meant. “She shouldn’t be home yet, you can freshen up once we get there” his arms practically spilling over with an assortment of flowers. Kakashi looked over at Sasuke sighing, was he that easy to read? How long has it been since he was social? Was he so out of touch that he couldn't even manage to hide his emotions from a prepubescent boy.

His mind wandered off again as he began to contemplate his decision to attend. It was all too sudden, what if he made of a fool of himself? Or worse what if he isn't welcomed? Thoughts were spinning around and round his head so much so that a scowl returned to his face and his exposed brow scrunched. His inner conflict occupied all of his attention so much so he hadn't noticed Sasuke making kissing noises. Not until the boy began to tease him childishly.

"Kakashi and y/n sitting in a tree k.i.s.s.i.n.g" Sasuke relentlessly teased Kakashi with a child-like twinkle in his eyes. It was perplexing, the cool headed vengeful Sasuke was the polar opposite of his former self. Laughing and smiling as he bent down to pick even more flowers along the water. Stopping to look them over and disregard the flowers he no longer wanted.

It was so out of character for him that Kakashi hadn't noticed he was gawking. “He always brings her freshly picked flowers” Naruto came into view with a smug look on his face. Kakashi hadn’t noticed until tonight how different with her in their life they had become. How both of them practically morphed into children right before his eyes. Naruto was feather light and cheerful while Sasuke was playful, thoughtful, and happy. They look so innocent he almost forgot they were shinobi, genin who’d soon participate in the chunin exams. He recounted to himself a time when he looked like them. When he too was happy and innocent. Just a boy and his father.

All of them fell in a silent stride as they began walking again. Crossing over a small bridge that brought them to their destination at last. Willow trees and what seemed like a thousand fireflies greeted them. There at the foot of the path stood the most beautiful wooden arch with yellow flowers twisting around it's bark. Dangling loosely from it a chipped wooden sign that read "Happy Birthday y/n. “I made that” Naruto’s face gleamed with all the pride of a not so masterful craftsman as he pointed his finger in the direction of if. Sasuke scoffed as he remarked how tacky he thought it looked. With an ego as big as his competition he stated how much better his lanterns were in comparison. Naruto glared at Sasuke, his eyes sharp as he retaliated with an insult of his own. There was no end to it, both of them going on and on about what y/n liked best. It was driving Kakashi a little crazy, having to go on missions with their insistent contest was one thing, but this was a whole other sort of annoying. The kind that made him so irritated that all the cool level headed temperament in the world couldn’t prevent the annoyed look on his face. He thought about home and his warm recliner. The green hardback book that he so often read to indulge his perverted mind. The faint feeling of heat coursing throughout his slightly reddening cheeks. What he wouldn’t give to go back in time and stick to his original plan. A plan that didn't involve two rowdy brats.

The house was a deep oak red with hints of a darker brown. It was large with a stairway above it that led to a smaller house. It had flags and a large telescope pointing toward the eastern sky.

The entire estate was homely and welcoming, the yard embedded with an even more alluring green. Fresh cut grass and lanterns that spread about it illuminating everything in its path. Nothing could make this scene before him more stunning he thought to himself as he looked all around in awe.

She descended from the steps, the most beautiful sight of all, Y/n. Her raven coils shining in the moonlight and her skin glistening like the surface of a smooth diamond. She was most certainly magical, the tail of her white dress flowing behind her when she walked a smooth glide only a goddess would have.

"Y/n" as fast as their feet would carry them Naruto and Sasuke ran to her open arms ruining her pretty dress even though she didn't seem to mind. She embraced them with a hug that only a mother would give her beloved children. When they parted Sasuke was the first to present his gift, a bouquet of wild flowers "Happy Birthday y/n". Her face lit up as she leaned over to kiss his exposed forehead and his face become even more redder than before.

From the distance where Kakashi stood he saw the pearls her pretty teeth, her full lips lifting the bones of her cheeks. The way her breast sat prettily in her clothes and the playful glint in her almond eyes. She seemed to get prettier as he came closer and his eye drifted downward and then up again taking in her full form. All of his former reservations escaped him,his heart thudding in his chest as he made his way closer. Yes, Just for tonight he'll indulge himself.

Author Notes: Trying to decide if this should just be a three part or more series. Next chapter will be released soon and it will contain light smut. Thank you for all your support!

[obeymesluts]

Scenario where Mc is sitting on the brothers lap and they get an erection?

THE BROTHERS GETTING AN ERECTION WHEN MC SITS ON THEIR LAP [ DEMON BROTHERS ] SLIGHT NSFW

I got really hungry for Korean food while writing Beel’s part. And since I’m a disappointment of an Asian, I don’t know how to properly eat some of the food, so I’m sorry if their descriptions are wrong!! - Rayfa

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Lucifer

Sighing quietly to yourself, you watch Lucifer continue to work on signing papers, despite it nearly being the crack of dawn. Crawling off his bed, you slowly approached him, catching his attention. “Too bright?” he asked, gesturing to the lamp on his desk, the only source of light in the whole room. You shake your head, placing both your hands on his shoulders before climbing onto his lap, chest to chest. He let out a chuckle, wrapping his free arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Your scent overwhelmed his senses, causing him to let out a breath. You smelt sweet, just like sugary delight, the feeling of your soft skin was tempting. He wanted to devour you, to rid you of your clothes and taste the sweetness awaiting him underneath. With these thoughts implemented in his head, he failed to notice the trouble that was hardening below. He took ahold on your waist, to pull you closer until he felt it from the slight shift by his leg. Glancing at your tired form, he considered whether to pull through with his initial fantasies before lifting you up gently. Putting one leg above the other, he settled you back on his lap, hoping sleep would indulge you before he did.

Mammon

“Y-Ya’ really had to p-pick this one!?” Mammon yelled, having fallen off your bed mere seconds ago. You tilted your head, grinning at the shaking child beside you. The movie honestly was a terrible excuse of a horror movie but seeing Mammon’s reactions made the whole thing worth while. “I-It’s not like the GREAT Mammon is sc-!”, you slapped his shoulder teasingly as he screamed once more. Disregarding the pillow he was cradling, his arms latched onto you, body shivering. Bringing your body closer to his, you sat on his lap, one arm wrapped around his neck.

Feeling your body’s warmth against his own made him greedy for more, he wanted to be wrapped in your heat, an intimate and fragile contrast of temperature. His hands, however, timidly remained at your waist. Mammon quietened down, unable to form proper sentences as a blush painted his cheeks. Your eyes meeting with his, you struggle to hold back a laugh as you felt a poke on your inner thigh. Running your hand through his hair, you decided to save him from further embarrassment, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

Leviathan

“Behind you! Shoot!”

“Huh!? Where?!”

Struggling to work the controller, you frantically pushed the buttons. Soon, your character in the game died, the screen asking if you would like to spectate other players. You exhaled in defeat, sinking into your chair as Levi continued on with the game. “I told you I was terrible at video games!” you pouted, getting no reaction from the demon beside you. Moving your attention to his screen, you found him in combat with other players, successfully overpowering all of them. His brows were furrowed, his tongue resting in between his teeth as he concentrated on the game.

You called his name in adoration, finding his dedication to the game admirable and adorable. But then again, no response. Shaking your head, you stood from your seat and climbed onto his lap, burying your face on his shoulder. Levi had no objection to this new position, although he does regret wearing sweats for your game date. He felt you smile against his skin when you realised the effect you had on him, pulling away from him, you slid down on your knees. You snickered as you looked up at Levi, you had partially destroyed his focus, with his eyes glancing down at you in anticipation.

Satan

“Hmm,” you moaned quietly, opening your eyes. Rubbing your eyes gently, you adjusted your position, shifting back. Satan chuckled, patting your head affectionately. “Good morning,” he teased, arms wrapped around your stomach. This was a regular scene whenever you both were caught alone in his room. Not being as avid of a reader as he was, you spent most of your time finding other activities to do while he read. Today, you settled for falling asleep on his lap. “Sorry,” you mumbled, barely registering your current situation. Satan tensed up underneath you, exhaling a loud breath. As he observed you, his hunger for you grew.

You were extremely vulnerable and conveniently placed in his arms. The sounds you were making built up his desire, and something else. At this moment, he shut his book as he weighed his options. “My, my. Darling, if you keep making sounds like that I won’t be able to hold back,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. As you slowly come to, you become aware of the uncomfortable thing against your rear. Keeping his book aside, you best fully awaken yourself before he roughly pulls you out of wonderland.

Asmodeus

Music blaring in your ear, you shake your head as you try to withhold the conversation with Solomon. “I can’t believe he dragged us here then disappeared!” you complained, twirling your glass of water as you stared at the dimly decorated table. “You have to get used to it,” Solomon replied, watching the crowd of bodies dance about. “There he is,” Solomon said, nudging your shoulder. Looking up, you found Asmo, glowing from excitement as he approached your table. “What’s with the frown, doll?” he questioned, squeezing himself beside you.

Finding that it was not enough contact, he took hold of your hips and pulled you onto his lap, earning a surprise yell from you. He trailed short kisses on your exposed shoulder playfully, asking Solomon the same question when you did not answer. “Aww, is my doll jealous?” he teased, causing you to send a glare towards Solomon. His kisses moved to your neck before reaching the area right below your ear. Fingers digging into your hips, he slowly grinded on you. Your face flushed a bright pink as you felt his length hardening against your thigh. “Only my doll does this to me,” he whispers, his tone low and seductive. As the moment further became intimate, Solomon had to lift you off Asmo, making a comment how this should stay in the bedroom.

Beelzebub

Grabbing another roll of Gimbap, Beel watched intensely as you ate it, waiting for your reaction. Beel was more than eager to try one of the many dishes that was bought specially for you (on the courtesy of Diavolo), however, he had to hold himself back. After tasting the dishes that were made by Solomon, Beel had chosen to stay away from human food for the time being. Noticing his stare, you smiled at Beel, asking if he wanted one. His face had lightened up upon your suggestion but yet, he shook his head. Frowning to yourself, you overlooked the dishes laid out in front of you.

Yangbaechu Ssam! You nearly gasped at the thought of it, immediately picking up the ingredients needed before neatly and carefully folding it to avoid spilling its continents. “Here! Try this! I promise it’s good!” you walked over to Beel, a childish grin on your face as you sat on his lap, waiting for him to open his mouth. With a blush spreading across his face, he slightly opened this mouth. A bump had poked against your thigh, making you giggle as his blush deepened. His chews became slower, wrapping his arms around you, softly staring into your eyes, knowing this was your weakness. He wanted something else, he wanted your praises and touch, he wanted you.

“I think, I want a different snack right now,”

Belphegor

Belphie was calling- no, whining your name as he worked on his assignment. “I’m so tired,” he continued on, leaning back fully on your chair, resting the back of his head on top of it. “It’s your fault for skipping classes,” you sigh, encouragingly patting his head. Belphie mumbled words that were barely audible. Seeing the state he was in, you pushed yourself off the floor, settling yourself on his lap. “I don’t think this is helping,” he chuckled, his fingers running down your sides, occasionally slipping under your shirt.

The presence of you on top of him was both comforting and arousing, the fact that your most intimate parts were clothed yet so dangerously close to one another excited him.  “Just do a little mor-” you paused your sentence, feeling something hard below you. Belphie groaned, grabbing your thighs tightly, standing up from the chair. “Belphie, wha-”, silencing you with a kiss, he laid you down on your bed. He smirked down at you,

“You caused this problem, you’re fixing it.”

[vs-redemption]

Happy Birthday Oikawa (Tooru Oikawa x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 700 Warnings: None

A smile pulls at your lips as you look across the table at your boyfriend whose chocolate brown eyes were squinted happily as he lifts a massive slice of overpriced pizza to his mouth. He takes a bite, eyelids fluttering closed as if it would help him savor the flavor. He looked ridiculously cute with the Mickey Mouse ears sticking out from his fluffy brown hair and the “Birthday Boy” t-shirt written in Disney font.

You shake your head and look down at your own lunch, amazed at how your heart could still race so much just from looking at him even after being together for so long. Glancing back up, you catch him wiping the grease from his mouth with the recycled paper napkin before washing the pizza down with the soda he’d ordered. The whole trip had been a nightmare to plan what with finding the flights, purchasing the park tickets, reserving the hotel room and everything else. It was worth it though now that you were here and you could see that relaxed, happy glow on your boyfriend’s face as he got the chance to indulge his inner child.

“So, what do you want to do next Tooru?” You ask curiously while pulling out your park map and laying it flat on top of the table.

“The entrance to the roller coaster is pretty close!” He taps the spot on the map with his finger.

“We can do that, but don’t you think we should let our food settle a bit first?” you ask as you look at the schedule along the side of the page. “The Happiness Parade isn’t too far either and it starts in fifteen minutes.” You look back at your boyfriend to see an exaggerated scowl on his face.

“You just want to see Aladdin again,” he leans back and crosses his arms causing you to roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior.

“Are you still hung up about that?” The amusement in your voice causes the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards as he struggles to maintain his grumpy act. He was giving you a hard time on purpose and enjoying every moment of it. This sort of back and forth banter wasn’t uncommon with the two of you though. “That was yesterday… and even if he’s in the parade it’s probably not even the same actor.”

“But he was definitely flirting with you!” Tooru complains teasingly, raising his eyebrows as if daring you to challenge him. “Right in front of me too.”

“No, he wasn’t,” your light giggles finally get a goofy grin out of your boyfriend, but he tries to cover it up with a sigh, knowing he could milk the situation just a little longer.

“My big special birthday trip and I have to watch the love of my life get hit on by a bunch of handsome Disney princes,” he clicks his tongue. “And they say this is the happiest place on Earth.”

“Oh stop!” You reach over and poke him in the arm, blushing a little at being called the love of his life. “Your birthday shirt got you so much attention yesterday that you said your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.” Tooru nods his head, apparently willing to admit to the truth of your statement as he reaches up to massage his face.

“They still feel a bit sore actually,” a mischievous glint appears in his eyes, “maybe they need the magic of a true love’s kiss.”

“Finish eating your pizza and then I’ll think about it,” you quip while folding the map back up and tucking it into your bag. Your boyfriend nods and takes another mouthful of his food, looking just as happy with the second bite as the first.

“The Happiness Parade sounds lovely,” he says, finally deciding that he’d messed with you long enough. “Then the roller coaster after.”

“You got it,” you agree before leaning across the table and kissing him quickly on the cheek. “And just so you know, you’re the only handsome prince I’ll ever need.”

“Oh, is that so?” He smiles and tilts his head, reaching out to boop your nose with his finger. “Hearing that makes me so happy, and it’s the best birthday present I could ask for.”

[giorno-plays-piano]

Creatures in the dark Part 3

Pairing: witch!Steve x Reader

Warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, dubcon.

Words: 2116.

Summary: A monster dressed in human flesh was waiting for you in the woods.

Part 1

Part 2

P.S. Kinda not sure about this one, but I hope you're going to enjoy it!

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"Come on, love, you know you've lost." Steve murmured against your lips, kissing you again as he caressed your back with his palm. "You have to keep your promise."

"No, I don't! You cheated!" You groaned and tried to evade his kisses, cursing yourself for carelessly using all the blackberries you gathered in the forest yesterday.

"Just a little bit." As he pressed one more kiss to your chin, the boy casted a bonding spell, and the blue light slowly wrapped around your body, making it glow softly. "You know your enemies aren't going to play fair. If you really want to be a strong witch, you have to remember it."

He shut you with a kiss, eagerly swirling his little wet tongue in your mouth and moaning when you gripped his horns again - although it often brought him some pain, he just loved it when you clenched them in your hands, kissing you even more ardently.

"You hurt me." You said with irritation, your knees still burning from your fall.

"Then hurt me in return." His feverish whisper made you tremble with need as you kissed the boy willingly, slowly grinding your hips against his and watching him blush and moan. You'd lie if you said you didn't enjoy that sense of control you had over him as you were on top of Steve, guiding him with your hands on his antlers. "Yes, just like that, ahh... You're so good to me, love."

Since you were unable to move away from him because of the spell, you thought you could indulge yourself a bit more and forced the boy to keep his head higher, kissing his pretty pink cheeks. He let out a soft sigh, his hands on your back and hips as he gently touched you, pressing kisses to your face.

Well, technically, you did lost him in that fight after Steve taught you how to summon the wind, despite him using a few tricks to outpower you. You lost all the blackberries trying to get to him, and now there wasn't much you could do to push him away. Thankfully, the boy wasn't trying to really hurt you, and you were still taken aback by his peculiar behavior.

"Sometimes I think it's all a dream, and I'm afraid when I wake up, you won't be here." Steve whispered to you and moaned lightly when you grinded your hips against his cock.

"You know I can't run from you." You grumbled and bit down in his lower lip softly, drawing a symbol on his forehead with you ash-covered fingers. "Why are you scared, anyway?"

"You don't know how it is," he said quietly, averting his eyes, "when all you do is wandering in the dark. No one to talk to, no one to touch, no one to share your concerns with, no one to ask advice from. You are all alone in the whole world, and no one cares if you're alive or not."

You stilled on top of him, watching his face and furrowing your brows. Steve looked pitiful. But why, dear Gods, would you pity the monster who kidnapped you from people you loved so you would wander the woods with him?

"You can conceal your form. Why not to go to the people and pretend you're one of them?" You asked, your tone icy.

"Because I'm Yeev's son." Steve gave you a weak smile as you stared at him, hard. "I can't leave the forest for more than a few days. Don't think I didn't try, my mother had paid with her life trying to bring me back to people."

You fell silent, thinking whether he lied to you or told you the truth. You didn't know much about Steve's past as he was never eager to talk about it, but you knew his mother escaped Yeev when his son was a child, still. Since he was alone for a long time, you suspected something had happened to her.

"Kiss me." He demanded harshly, and you immediately attached your lips to his, following his command and cursing the magic he used silently. This time Steve was almost trying to eat your mouth with his, sucking and biting, his hands on you as he started stripping you of your clothes impatiently.

You let out a groan, pushing his chest, but the more you struggled, the closer bonding spell was bringing you to him. Soon you could feel the cold air on your skin as your lower part was completely naked, covered only by the skirt of your dress. Steve growled when he pushed his already hard cock past your dripping folds, entering your cunt gently but then losing his patience and slamming his hips, thrusting into your core painfully as you moaned.

"Steve, it hurts, it hurts!" You pleaded when you felt the tip pressing into your cervix.

"I'm sorry, love." His voice was low when he bit his lips, shivering from pleasure and trying to withhold from moving, giving you time to adjust. "It feels so good inside you, ahh... Sweetheart, bite me."

You leaned closer, brushing your nose against the boy's neck and sucking his skin, touching it with your teeth carefully as the dark spot bloomed on his neck beneath your lips. You couldn't bring yourself to hurt him badly, and Steve growled, squeezing his eyes shut as he caressed your ass under the skirt. He was painfully hard, basking in the warmth of your soft body, but stayed still to give you time to adjust. You were too good. You couldn't harm him despite all the hate you threw his way earlier.

"I don't care how much you're going to hate me." He whispered against your lips hot from kisses, feeling your soaked walls clenching him like a vice. "But I won't let you leave. You can hate me, hurt me, but you're gonna stay here, with me. Do you understand?"

You moaned on top of him, gripping his antlers again to stabilize yourself on top of him, his back pressed to the huge oak tree.

"This is not right, S-steve." You said feverishly, bucking your hips as the pain ceased.

"It's not." He agreed, kissing you on the lips briefly. "But if you're going to feel better hurting me, then do it. I can take it. I'll take anything."

You moved up a little on his cock, gasping when the boy slammed his hips into yours impatiently, gripping your thighs and picking up the pace. Although he took your virginity not so long ago and it was still painful to have him all inside, it felt damn good when Steve was taking you like that now, hitting that spongy spot that made you mewl on top of him. Slamming that little monster beneath you against the tree with your arms on his antlers, you tried taking initiative yourself, massaging your walls with his cock shamelessly. Steve moaned openly at that, his cheeks red with embarrassment and need, saliva glistening on his pouty lips.

"Yes." He whispered, closing his eyes, a sickly sweet smile on his face. "I'll keep you close. Like t-that, ah. You're mine, my girl, m-mine. Ah!"

You moaned simultaneously with him when he hit your cervix with the leaking tip of his cock again, and suddenly the boy moved over, pressing your back to the ground and getting between your legs as he thrusted harder, touching that spot again and again until you were starting to see stars.

"My girl." He growled lowly above you, something animalistic, possessive in his gaze. "Mine alone."

He grinded his pelvis against your clit roughly, making you squirm beneath him as Steve pounded into you, speeding up. You felt his cock twitching inside, ready to fill you up to the brim. The symbol on his forehead started to glow warmly, and you threw your hands around his skinny angular shoulders, bringing him closer, feeling his hot breath on your skin as you moaned his name. When Steve's hand found your clit, your inner muscles contracted around his cock so hard you screamed, your voice echoing in the forest as you cummed hard, nearly delirious from the intense pleasure. The monster boy above you groaned,  chasing his own orgasm and finishing soon after you, his knuckles turning white as he nearly fell down on top of you, pressing his fists into the ground.

You were slowly coming from your high, your body going colder as you shivered on the ground, barely covered by the grass. Steve was near, getting his breath back when you snuggled closer to him, seeking warmth.

"I'm cold. Do something." You whispered as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Now he felt so small, feeble. You felt the urge to cuddle with him, throwing your arms around his back.

Turning his head and looking at you with such naked love and affection, Steve left a kiss on your head, saying something in a language you had never heard before. Immediately you felt the heat rising beneath you as if the grass were turning into a warm bed, and you whispered a quiet thank you, relaxing against his body.

"Next time we're going to do it in bed, Steve." You exhaled tiredly, keeping your eyes closed. "Maybe I can't run from you, but you will have to become more civilized."

"And if I say I like being a beast rather than a man?" The boy smirked and then moaned right when you yanked his antler down. "Yes, yes, I'll get you a bed! A whole house!"

"Good." You murmured and brushed your soft lips against his cheek, moving your hand down to gently massage his head where the antlers were growing, making him tremble with delight. "If you want me to be yours, you will have to listen to what I say."

Grinning widely at you at you like a kid, Steve gave you a peck on your cheek and got up with a groan, giving you a hand to help you stand up. As you rose from the ground, brushing the dirt off your dress and gathering what Steve had left on the grass in haste, you sighed, watching the boy try to erase the symbol from his forehead.

"Love, you don't have to do this every time you lay down with me." He pouted as he came closer, asking you to wipe the ash off his skin silently. "I assure you, I can control myself. I won't harm you."

Rubbing his forehead with your thumb, you rolled your eyes, "My thighs still hurt, you know?"

"Then I can put some balm on them-"

"And jump on me in the process. Honestly, I have never thought such an innocent-looking boy like you can do all those... filthy things." You grumbled as he laughed at your words, picking up his lantern from a stump and watching you clean yourself and dress. "Arghh, I'm tired. Let's find a place for a halt before it gets too dark, monster boy."

He smiled, lowering his uncomfortably adoring look and taking your hand in his, leading you somewhere further into the woods from the clearing, his lantern lighting the path. It took you a couple of fights to prove you were worthy of defending yourself, but once you followed him on his way to the forest Steve wasn't trying to hurt you. Instead, he started teaching you magic as the power the Plague had given you was growing. You realized you had a good chance of outpowering him one day.

"Will you like me more if I become more civilized?" He suddenly asked you, picking up a few blackberries from a bush on his way and handing them to you. Furrowing your brows, you expected it to be some trick, but nothing happened as you hid them in a pocket of your dress.

"Maybe." You said honestly, looking at his deceptively feeble body. "I don't know how much human you are since you're the son of an evil spirit, but as long as you try to be good, I promise to stay with you willingly."

"I will try! I promise!" He snapped his head so fast his antlers trembled a litlle. "I'll build you a house and make you a soft bed. I promise I won't put spells on humans unless they hurt you or me."

Smiling to yourself, you rubbed his hand with your thumb as you kept walking forward, a few blackberries in your pocket. You knew the path you were taking wasn't easy, but maybe it was worth a try. It was certainly better than hurting each other all the time, wasn't it?

THE END

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[nervousladytraveler]

a shit ton of kisses+ writing prompt

This is in response to the lovely & patient Anonymous who weeks ago asked for "you insist it's time to get out of bed but i'm going to pull you back with a kiss and somehow five more minutes turns into an hour"? Canon R/D

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The third crow of the rooster was simply too much for her.

Demelza Poldark had lived over half her life on the Nampara farm and never once had she laid abed unless she’d just birthed a child or was recovering from mortal illness. This morning, the warmth and love in the old mahogany bed--and the body lying next to her responsible for that warmth and love--proved almost too much for her, but somehow her resolve triumphed.

She carefully folded back the coverlet and began to sit up.

“Where are you going, my love? Stay--lay with me awhile…” Ross pulled her down on the pillow next to him and kissed her ear sleepily.

“My darlin’ Ross…” she said softly and reached up to touch his cheek. It was rough for want of a shave. She’d noticed the previous night that his hands were no longer the calloused ones of a farmer but smooth ones belonging to a gentleman.

“Demelza,” he whispered low and gravelly, then flung one heavy arm across her body to bar her way.

“But I have chores!” she laughed and tried to push him away.

This time he kissed her hand, then clasped it firmly in his. She would not be escaping anytime soon.

“And you have servants--after all these years as Mistress of Nampara, you have yet to reconcile yourself with that fact,” he said in a playful scold. “Perhaps as your husband, I should be more forceful in my lessons on that matter. A firmer hand will help my disobedient wife to understand that her duty…”

“Is a duty to you?” She raised a questioning brow but couldn’t contain a smile.

“No, a duty to indulge in her own leisure. Especially when she is newly reunited with her husband, who has been away these many months.” His open mouth was now on her neck.

“From what I recall of last night, there was nothin’ leisurely ‘bout that reunion,” she laughed. “Tis a wonder I can rise at all, and yet I must just like every other respectable soul in the county. Maybe in London you lay about until well after…”

“Ten, sometimes eleven…” he offered.

“Ross?! You never!” she gasped. “What does that say about your nights?”

“Yes well, these things are expected of a gentleman in London,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m only trying to fit in.”

“I b’lieve old Joshua would be quite proud of you, Ross.”

“My father?” he asked. “Because I play the role of a gentleman well or because I’ve become an MP?” He leaned on one elbow but kept his hand pressed against her back. He was not yet ready to relinquish his prize.

“I was goin’ to say because you’ve become a wastrel…” she teased.

“At least you didn’t say libertine,” he sighed. “But on that score, you’d have confused me with another man.” Then fingering the lace that edged her short sleeves on what looked to be a new night dress, he felt compelled to change the subject. “This is elegant,” he said.

She had resisted putting on more layers against the chill and he was grateful for that. It was proving to be a lovely spring but in the early morn before the sun fully rose, May might still feel like November.

His fingers abandoned the lace and dragged along Demelza’s long and shapely arm until she giggled. Then he leaned down for a kiss. This time it was her lips he kissed--a slow kiss that was neither sleepy nor lazy, and full of promises of what was to come.

“Do you like it?” she asked breathlessly, trying to once again sit up. “Tis the lace you sent me.”

“It’s Belgian,” he explained. He watched her mouth as she spoke, waiting for his moment to pounce again.

“And all this time, I thought you were in London, Ross…” she laughed.

“Trust me, I’ve no desire to be gallivanting about the continent--even if the Crown should demand it. No, there is a small shop near my lodgings. The proprietress helped me choose when I told her I need a consolation gift for my neglected wife.”

“Was she very persuasive, then, this Belgian lady?”

“Yes, and about as old and warty as Char Nanfan. And I thank you, for this,” he said, his eyes running down the length of her night dress. “I was hoping you’d put the lace somewhere I could see it and not hide it under a petticoat.”

“I was considerin’ puttin’ it on a new cap for church on Sundays.”

“Oh the insult…” he chuckled. “But tell me when did you put your gown back on? I had such pleasure removing it last night.”

“And you did so in great haste, tis a wonder you didn't rip it, Ross.”

“I suppose it would be a long ride to London to find more consolation lace.”

“And if I weren’t so easily consoled?”

“Then this time I might need to go to Belgium.” For just a moment he let the sportive talk aside and pulled her close in his arms to show he was serious about making amends. “Were you cold?” he asked softly.

“Nay Ross, just seemed proper to be dressed,” she explained.

“In one’s own bed? With one’s own husband?” he chided.

“Maybe the company you keep in London feels otherwise but here in Cornwall…”

“I assure you I wake in my London bed very much alone…” He shook his head in amusement.

“So you're not entertainin’ enough to keep your company throughout the night?” Demelza’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

Now he laughed hard enough to shake the bed.

“Only one such woman inspires me the whole night.” He kissed her collarbone and cupped her breast, trying to strategise the best way to access the coveted flesh hidden by the fine muslin.

“Oh?”

“Yes, it seems I’m partial to Cornish women. And there’s one Cornish wife in particular that knows how to best service my needs…” His hand moved down, feeling for the hem of the gown to push up over her long legs.

“Service is it?” she laughed. “P’rhaps you should have stopped by the village last night before you made your way back to Nampara. In those sheds down Stippy Stappy Lane, surely there’s some good Cornish wife eager to serve a gentleman…”

“I wouldn't have had the stamina, my love. Besides I was saving myself entirely for you,” he said.

“And have you anythin’ left?” she challenged.

“I believe so. You laugh?” he asked, his hand had found her inner thigh.

“Nay Ross...” Closing her eyes, she allowed her head to rest on the pillow. Her lips parted, perhaps gasping for air, perhaps awaiting his.

“Then you must give me leave to prove myself…”

He leaned over her and kissed her. Then teasingly he pulled away and she rose slightly to meet him again.

“Yes, Ross,” she whispered, weaving her fingers into his curls to pull him closer.

Now it was her chance to claim her prize--and he would not be escaping anytime soon.

[starswornoaths]

To Know Me

This might turn into an AU someday. idk. have Mermaid, the bonus day for wolmeric week, several days after wolmeric week ended, as is on brand of me

Thirty years ago, Ishgard plummeted into the sea. Everyone thought the inhabitants had died.

And then they sent a dignitary to honor the Eorzean Alliance...who also happens to be Serella’s childhood friend, whom she had not seen in decades.

word count: 2,705

Despite having nary a single memory in her childhood that didn’t have Aymeric in it, it was hard to stand at the princely dignitary’s side, after fifteen years, and not feel as though she beheld a complete stranger. For a surety, Serella could see the selfsame image of the mysterious boy by the river she had played with as a child in the visage of the man that now led her gently through the old roads that once led to Ishgard, half reclaimed by nature by now. And yet, even when pressed to explain what she had known about that very same boy, even at the time, she found all of her answers came up far short of satisfactory. Even to her. 

In many ways, especially to her.

He seemed to sense her inner turmoil; for all his secrecy in all the years she had known him, he had an almost preternatural sense for what was on her mind.

“Something weighs on you.” Aymeric noted softly. 

In spite of herself, Serella winced. “Many things weigh on me these days. Warrior of Light business, and all.”

“I could only begin to fathom. But that is not what I mean.”

Electing to study her over elaborating further, he canted his head to better peer into her eyes when she glanced away.

Agitation sparked in her chest. He used to do this when they were children, for gods’ sakes. When she would be upset for whatever childish thing had upset her during play, he would wait patiently, not looking away from her, until she finally felt like she were about to burst, and told him what was bothering her. It had always worked, back when she had nothing to worry about but why he was always so cold when he would come out to play with her and Uthengentle. 

 And again when she snapped her head back to remind him,“We’re not children anymore, you know.”

He seemed unphased, but nodded as if that had decided something for him. “Of course not,” he agreed, and turned his attention back to the road, as she did. “I only hope, in time, you might come to open up to me about—”

“You haven’t.” Serella cut him off before she could stop herself, adamantly not looking at him again.

The sound of his footfalls was always a little heavy— even as children, it felt like he never fully knew the strength of his own legs— so it was immediately obvious when he stopped walking. She stopped walking to turn toward him, and immediately regretted doing so when she saw the flash of pain that crossed his face.

“I have not been...as forthcoming as I might have—”

Ever the diplomat. Something about the tone his voice had taken; that same, cordial tone he had taken with the Alliance at their first meeting. It had that same cautious edge to it, like he were testing out a verbal minefield trying not to trip something that could blow up in his face. It needled at the newly agitated wound she had thought long healed: that for all she owed this man, for how he had saved her village when they were children, even as her dearest friend growing up, even then, he had been as a ghost. Haunting her, long after he had disappeared into the river by their house.

Through the frustration in the moment, an ugly truth pushed itself passed her teeth before she could bite down on it. 

“I thought you dead!” 

Whatever neutral expression Aymeric had been maintaining was gone— he watched her with wide eyes and parted lips, and though the expression might seem slight on anyone else, he looked downright shocked to her.

“You just— it was so sudden,” Serella said miserably, still focusing on the foliage-hemmed cliffs overlooking the sea. “Those animals would have destroyed my village, and gods know how many of us would have died in the process, but you...you spoke to them so strangely...almost like you were singing, and then they left! But—”

“I said I had wanted you to know me.” He supplied, his eyes clouded over in somber remembrance. “You were bleeding so badly— I—”

Swallowing thickly, she nodded hastily, and when he took a moment to clear his throat, she said, “I know. You just vanished into the river so quickly, and after...it was as if you were never there at all. I can’t fault you for needing to leave that day. I can’t even fault you for staying away for a while, but—but at least a letter, something to tell me you were alright— I mourned you for years—”

They had maintained a professional, respectable distance, from the moment that they had reunited at the Alliance meeting. Even after, her arm looped through his was as close as they had been. But when her voice cracked and her vision blurred, Aymeric forewent any reservation he might have had and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, squeezing his arms around her. His hand passed over her hair in wide, warm strokes. “I didn’t...I thought I would not be missed—”

We’re not so different in height, Serella distantly realized when she rested her chin on his shoulder, leaned her head into his neck, and held him just as tightly.

“Ma still asks about you, you know. If I see you in my travels.” Overwhelmed with conflicting emotions— elation warring with irritation, joy clashing with sorrow— she squeezed him back. “You sweet fool, of course you were missed. Are missed. Even if I don’t entirely know who it is I’m missing.”

“You know me.” He said, pulling back suddenly. His palms were as wide as she thought they were, she realized, when he gently cupped her face in them. He implored her, “You always knew me. The only thing I ever hid from you was my home—”

“Only.” 

“I...point taken.” The wild, pleading look in his eyes eased into a wincing smile. “Even were I to tell you, I doubt you would believe me, after all this time.”

“I would try to.” She admitted.

The laugh Aymeric gave as he let go of her felt more like a sigh of resignation. She tried not to think on it, instead pondering why he was beginning to wander closer to the cliff’s edge. 

“When we were young, I never told you of my origin for fear of someone finding out through you that could hurt me.” He said, half to her and half to the sea. Committing his focus to her, he admitted, “Even before now, I hesitated for fear of othering. So I have only three questions, if you would indulge me.”

At her assent, his expression eased into relief. “I thank you. Firstly: if I showed you the truth, would you trust what your eyes see?”

“Of course.” Serella replied, still not sure where this conversation was going.

Something like dread, but not quite so heavy, pulled her stomach down slowly toward the floor, the longer she continued to watch the way he had to lean into the wind, now gusting so loudly she had to step closer to hear his next questions.

“Am I still your friend?” He asked, and that reservation had returned in his gaze.

As if that were ever in doubt. “You’ve always been my friend. It’s as I said when we first reunited: of course I want to know you.”

Even when she was close enough to hear him clearly over the wind, Serella continued her advance, drawn in by the way he beamed at her like the sun at the end of a storm.

“Thank you,” he whispered when she had at last came to his side.

“...You had a third question…?” She gently reminded him when she realized she had been staring at the way his hair caught in the breeze and he had still not said anything.

Aymeric seemed to start at that, but when his eyes refocused on her questioning gaze, he gave her a smile so boyish she was reminded of the few times he had ever pranked her when they were young.

“How’s your swimming, after all these years?” He asked.

A question she was not anticipating. Flustered, she blurted out, “As a fish.”

Aymeric snorted. If she didn’t know better, it was almost derisively.

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you!” He harrumphed—

—before leaping off the sheer cliff.

For having had no running start, Serella was momentarily shocked by the distance he got out of his jump— before the rest of her brain caught up with her and she realized what he had just done. It had only been a second’s delay, all told, but it was just long enough for her to miss when she lunged for his hand.

She’d overshot the effort she put behind that lurch; the sudden shift of her weight forward made her stumble those few crucial steps between her and the cliff face, and momentum promptly vaulted her over the side.

The fall was less a concern for her; she had done deep fishing further south off of this coast before. It was the sheer rock wall and the lack of a pulley team to get them out that worried her most as she flipped in freefall to push herself further away from the cliff face once she’d accepted she’d fallen too far to recover without injury. Climbing with Aymeric on her back, worst case scenario, was hardly a situation to look forward to, but in that moment, all she cared about was getting to Aymeric first, to save him from drowning, if that was what it came to. She could worry about the particulars of why he would jump off of a fucking cliff: she thought she heard him crashing through the sea’s surface. She had to be quick. 

Balance righted, she crossed her arms over her chest tightly to protect herself as best she could from the fall, and cast Sentinel upon herself before taking the deepest breath she could manage. The blur of blue and slate made her nauseated. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to mentally parse how far she had plummeted so far. The fall felt like it took eons, but still, she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could the whole way down. 

The impact of the water’s surface still surprised her, but she was glad to keep most of the air she had taken in— and that the water was deep enough where she landed that she was not promptly dashed into the rocks.

“Trust your eyes, and open them, Ellie.” Aymeric said— 

—Said? 

“Look at me.” He pleaded, almost urgently.

Serella’s eyes opened before she had consciously thought of doing so, and even when she furiously blinked away the blur, she found she could not quite comprehend the sight before her.

For before her, was her friend Aymeric, his eyes glimmering like the babbling brooks near Elmvale now with slitted pupils, watched her keenly from beneath inky hair wisping about his head as though he were painted into the sea itself, nearly the same as she had come to know him as...save for the long, broad tail that flared out from his hip bones. It coiled behind him once, almost coquettishly, almost shy of her, even as he drifted close. 

He was reaching for her— and it drew attention to the claws at his fingertips, dark and edged with the same deep blue scales that adorned his tail. They fringed his ears, now flared out at the tips in fins, and highlighted his cheekbones, coated the entirety of his throat like armor. When his full lips parted again, she saw that his teeth had sharpened to blade-sharp points—

His hands were still soft. Still his.

The realization pierced her thoughts when he held her face in his hands again. For all the scales and claws, they still felt like him. Something in that revelation quieted her racing mind. In a flash, those new features settled over her friend’s features.

At last, she knew him.

“Trust me?” He asked— and at her nod, kissed her deep enough her tongue ran along those sharpened teeth.

Logically, Serella should feel cold. She should worry about that tingling feeling in her chest, effervescent and fizzing it’s way up her throat, into her mind, bubbling like a sparkling champagne. But all she could think of was how his face felt beneath her hands when she mirrored his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. Even with the scales, they were smooth, and a rumble left him when she tested their texture beneath her thumbs, further distracting her.

She should also probably ponder how she was being pressed flush to him, when their hands were still very much on each other’s faces, but then her lungs were burning. Then, she gasped while still being underwater, and she had a whole new list of question that all started with:

“How—?” She sputtered, more baffled still that she could.

The tenderness with which he handled her did not abate, though that boyish smile returned— wide enough that it crinkled the corners of his eyes in an endearing way. His eyes gleamed like the sunset on the sea.

“I’m inclined to agree with you,” Aymeric said.

When she opened her mouth to ask why— and the more she was consciously noticing she was actively breathing underwater, the stranger it felt— that grin widened to flash those pointed teeth again. He lightly squished the pads of his thumbs by the corners of her mouth, once. “‘Tis as you said: a fish.”

When she squirmed and started to sink out of his tender grip, she was lifted back into his chest to be held— ah, that tail of his was loosely curled about her thighs, the tapered end near his fins pressing gently into the space between her shoulder blades to adjust her in the waters.

“I only gave you the blessing of water— it permits you breathe water as though it were air.” He explained gently.

She hadn’t been worried about that, not really. Or rather— she hadn’t necessarily thought to, but it was reassuring all the same.

Still, she couldn’t help a chuckle— underwater! May that never lose its novelty!— as she repeated, “Only,” before closing the distance again.

“Ah—” He gasped against her mouth, after a few more moments of drowning in her. “Much as I have dreamt of this…’tis high time I showed you my home.”

Before she could ask what he truly meant— really, what did she even know of the world anymore, after this, Aymeric rearranged her in the gentle embrace of arms and tail alike to gesture with a sweep of his hand to the depth below them. 

At first, Serella could only follow the aim of his outstretched hand, down to the glowing dome jutting out from the seabed. It glittered as a star among the deep blue undercurrents, unmoving. Letting her eyes adjust, she couldn’t help but gasp when she realized what she was looking at.

When Ishgard first sank into the depths, seemingly vanishing overnight, there had been searches, initially. Cursory as they had been at the time, with the threat of the Garlean empire looming and the Calamity that followed not long after, by the time anyone had thought to check any deeper on Ishgard’s fate beyond what the local populace that hadn’t been in the city when it fell had told them, there was little left in resources to properly search. And so, it had fallen into some level of notoriety, almost legend, even only thirty years after its fall.

As a child, she had only seen the very tips of the tallest towers of Coerthas’ city-state from through the treeline, or artful depictions of a dreamlike castle painted in books. It had always looked impossible to her, even so young; a castle, pristine and glittering as a fairytale, somewhere in the real world? Preposterous. And yet...looking at the towering spires, winding, sprialing walkways, and brilliant stonework of that impossible citadel encased in the shield, she knew it at a glance.

Ishgard.