#I never even owned a proper swimsuit

[leggerefiore]

cw: 18+ content, afab reader, pokehybrid au, sharpedo grimsley, minor blood, oviposition,

pairing: Grimsley/Reader

You felt your heart in your throat as the hybrid pinned you facing the rocky ledge. The ocean lapped at your shins while you remained hyper aware of the glowing eyes focused on your body. The bottoms of your swimsuit had been pulled down to leave you exposed. Night hung just enough in the air to dim the lighting to an eerie extent. Tight hands gripped your hips, sharp claws leaving an imprint behind. You swallowed when the cool body of the hybrid pressed against your own, a breath fanning across your cheek. Trying to out-swim a Sharpedo hybrid had been an error you likely would never make again.

“Caught you,” his tone was teasing, “Oh, man, did you really think you were going to get away? I almost feel bad for you.” He pulled your hips flush against his own — The section of his body where his human-like flesh transitioned entirely into rough scales. Something pressed out of a certain slit there, rubbing against your bare lower half in an almost erotic manner. A pleasured sigh left him. He closed his eyes. “You were so easy to catch,” he mocked, “I really can't believe you tried in the first place. Well, I can't complain. I love a good thrill, darling.”

Your toes curled tightly as something pressed between your folds, rubbing against your clit just wonderfully. You wanted to argue back with him, but there really was not fault with his words. Everything had been obvious since you first tried to swim away from the hybrid. It had caught him off-guard at first, giving you a decent head-start, but that meant little when he could swim faster than the fastest human could run, much less swim. A free hand trailed down your chest. It brushed against a nipple for a moment before pinching it. Your cry was relished by him. Sharp teeth dangerously hovered over your shoulder. Just the feeling of them brushing over your skin made a strange sound leave you. Your heart raced.

“Are you ready?” Grimsley suddenly asked as he positioned his hips. Something inside you felt like the mood had been ruined, but you nodded. A wolfish grin spread across his face. “One or two?” You thought on it for a moment. The answer left you as he chuckled. Two… You felt grateful that there had been a bit of foreplay before getting to this point. The feeling of his dicks pressing to your entrance. Your nails dug into the rock as the feeling of the stretch when both slid into you rushed into your brain. It was not impossible by any means, but it was well above what any normal human could offer you. At least he was not Mega Evolved this time…

The feeling of him bottoming out inside you forced your mind back to the present. A moan came from him, something that made you unconsciously clench around his lengths. How vocal he was always caught you off-guard, but you supposed he would never shut up otherwise, so why would during sex be an exception. The hand that had been playing with your nipples instead moved to press between your legs. There was a long moment of stillness to let you adjust to this new experience before he finally moved and gave an experimental rut. When your only reply was a short pleasured cry, he felt confident to start fucking you proper.

His thrusts were quick and almost bruising, reflective of the brutal nature of his inhuman half. You could only grasp onto the rocky ledge more and more as his dicks seemed to split you open in just the perfect way. A clawed finger even sneaked between your folds to start rubbing at your clit, making you cry out in surprise. He only gave a half-hearted chuckle as a reaction. You felt him against the sensitive spot inside you far too roughly, making you bite down on your lip and clench your toes again. The Sharpedo hybrid almost too much for you.

A coiling feeling in your stomach burst almost instantly when Grimsley's teeth suddenly clamped down on your shoulder. Orgasmic pleasure rushed through your veins only to be intensified by his harsh ruts. His movements never slowed. If anything, you felt they grew faster somehow. He pulled away from your shoulder, blood escaping from the worst of the bite. It felt so warm against the cool air around. You felt his tongue lick away the blood, another groan leaves him. His grip on your hip was tight as he moved to hold them with both instead. Your body rushed into overstimulation as he kept rutting into you.

Before you could even process it, another coil had formed and broken inside you before Grimsley finally gave a few last slowed, powerful thrusts. His cocks rested at the entrance of your womb, where you felt something strange spilling deep inside you. Part of it was clearly just fluid, but another part felt more… solid. You whined at the feeling of it all rushing inside you. Grimsley made no movements, staying still and keeping your body close to his. You found everything over soon enough, however.

Grimsley pulled out, whatever had come from him spilling out into the dark waters. He helped you up properly onto the ledge and tossed your swim bottoms up to you. Not even bothering to put them on, you just laid limp on the cool rock under you. The Sharpedo hybrid disappeared into the waves, leaving you alone to collect yourself. Part of you wanted to shout at him for leaving you, but another knew he likely had worked up an appetite or needed to get more proper air. He did return soon enough, propping himself up near you.

“What was that weird stuff at the end?” you asked him, desperately curious. It had been different from your other times with him. Grimsley cocked up a brow.

“Oh, that was eggs,” he said simply. You nodded along for a moment. Of course, eggs, what else would it be — You stopped, eyes going wide. Eggs?! You turned to look at him, who was keen to just watch you relax.

It seemed another biology talk was due for you both.

[aa-fairview-author]

I just wanna be part of your symphony! 🐬🌈

This meme is so Lydia coded so I had to make my own with some quotes from Mother of Pearl. If you love women and monsters plz consider checking it out.

🦑 Monster Romance 💕 Age Gap 💸 Sugar Baby 💕 Oviposition & Tentacles 👙 Swimsuits & Other Suits 💕 Mommy Kink

The summer has never been so sweet. Lydia hadn’t planned to spend the summer poolside. She was supposed to get an internship in the city and spend nights with her girlfriend. Instead she’s single and making minimum wage as a country club lifeguard. Chlorine might dry out her scales, but it’s not all bad. At least she can flirt on company time. Stephanie is a bombshell mom with a fortune five-hundred job but without a wedding ring. She might have baggage, but it’s designer–and she’s happy to share the wealth with Lydia in exchange for some lessons in fishfolk biology. Lydia isn’t sure she’s ready to navigate exes, kids, or even a proper relationship. But summers never last forever. Will this situationship be any different? “Sweet and seductive, MOTHER OF PEARL is a nice, breezy read for fans of fishfolk. A.A. Fairview has packed a ton of heart into this sapphic novella.” –Morgan Dante, author of PROVIDENCE GIRLS "MOTHER OF PEARL is a delightful sweet and spicy novella, perfect for thirsty readers seeking a sapphic, monster-normative treat." - Elle Porter author of HEIR TO THE AUTUMN COURT

[life-in-the-monster-haus]

In Defense of Gillington "Gil" Webber

This has been a long time coming. For some reason there is this very prevalent and annoying trend in the Monster High fandom that Gil is not only a bad boyfriend to Lagoona but that he is also racist.

People believe this so much they are willing to die on that hill. But is it TRUE is the question at hand here. let's take a deep dive into the oldest of Monster High lore and see if this claim has a leg to stand on. is Gil racist, a bad boyfriend or a bad character? let's go ghouls.

An Unfortunate part about early Monster High continuity is there there are 2 beginnings. The Web series was around first and they just dove right in, But chronologically A New Ghoul @ School is the proper introduction to Monster High as it follows Frankie during their first week at school.

Now here's where things get tricky, Gil is only in New Ghoul @ School for less than 20 seconds, We see him competing in a swim meet and then at the end he is dancing with Lagoona at the Dawn of the Dance, So in this timeline they are already "a thing"

But our first introduction to Gil is in "Blue Lagoona" where Lagoona is oogling Gil while they are in Cawculus class. Which is the 6th Episode of Volume 1, so pretty early on in the series.

Lagoona calls him a swimsuit model, day dreams in class about Gil and doodles in her notebook. The bell wakes her up and she has lost the book she was doodling in. whether Lagoona lost the book or if Gil swiped it is unclear, but he has the book and he gives it back to Lagoona, where he has wrote on her doodle to "Meet him at the Fountain at 3" Now we don't know what happens at the Fountain at 3 because the episode ends, but this is important because Lagoona is the one who chased Gil, if she wasn't drawing where people could see or if she was perhaps a little quieter Gil probably would have never known She liked him, But he is cool with this because he likes her too. Lagoona is the instigator but the feeling is mutual, this is important to remember for later.

We don't see much of Gil until Episode 12 where Lagoona is once again, crushing hard on him. She tells the Ghouls and Frankie that Gil is so cute.

They are featured in the Episode 24 Hatch me if you Can where Mr. Hack gives them an assignment that is very much like that "baby think me over" program where students are given an object to treat like a baby to give them a little taste of parenthood. Mr. Hack gives everyone a Gargoyle Egg to take care of for a week, the partners seem based off whoever you're sitting next to in the class. When he gets to Gil & Lagoona he tells them "Maybe you should switch partners" when Lagoona asks why he says "everyone knows Sea Monsters are bad parents" and WOW! I forgot this show made me watch Lagoona and Gil experience a microaggression but there it is. I'm not really surprised it came from Mr. Hack either, after all he IS based off slashers from the 70's. Lagoona is hurt by this and Gil immediately jumps to her aid telling Mr. Hack that what he said isn't true and it's "an old fisherman's tale"

Look at Gil's face. That is anger, real anger at the implication that him and Lagoona would make bad parents. This egg thing is the very first conflict they face together and Gil's first instinct is to tell Mr. Hack off. I don't think they are even officially dating by this point. I think they are just kinda hanging out and enjoying each others company. Remember that when a teacher said something racially insensitive to Lagoona, Gil got mad and defended her.

Lagoona and Gil work together to take care of their egg, they treat it as if it was their own little sea monster. Lagoona puts lotion (?) on it, Gil builds it a nest and Lagoona keeps it warm- inside of a frog? - Look, I don't know sea monster husbandry so I'm assuming they're doing a good job. And they did! after the week is over everyone in class has screwed up their project except for Lagoona and Gil who took such good care of their egg that it hatches & bites off Mr. Hacks face. Their egg was the only one to hatch and Lagoona tells Gil "I knew we'd make great parents"

This is the end of Volume 1, Volume 2 is A LOT more structured than Volume 1 it also introduces a ton of new Characters like Clawd, Jackson, Toralei and the twins it also shows the disbanding of the Fearleading team from Volume 1 however this creates a continuity error, In Volume 1 Clawdeen, Draculaura and Lagoona were all on the Fearleading team already (Ghoulia was going to try out for the team too but she bailed after Cleo said she didn't want "Dead Weight" on her team.. and Ghoulia is a zombie- ha! funny joke) But in Volume 2 Clawdeen & Draculaura re-join the team as if they never were on it before & Lagoona is now Captain of the Swim Team. I'm also pretty sure that Volume 2 is where they aim for more serialized content instead of just a bunch of one off episodes that are vaguely linked together and I love this! Volume 2 is my favorite for this reason! I love the long form story! I'd like to add that during this volume Clawdeen actively tries to sabotage Draculaura dating Clawd from showing Draculaura a steak knowing she will faint (that's her friend), Closing Draculaura into a locker after telling her they better just be friends and stealing Clawds mail while they are at fearleading camp. (which is a feral offense BTW) and telling Clawd that he can't date Draculaura because "she's not one of us" but NO ONE gives Clawdeen shit for being toxic and/or racist. She shouldn't get a pass just because she's cute and a girl. I love Clawdeen too but what she did was screwed up and she never got reprimanded for it, Draculaura just stopped talking to her for a few days/a week and then we forget about it.

But Back to the case at hand, Gil.

In Episode 32 "Varsity Boos" Frankie asks Lagoona if she is going to go dance with Gil and Lagoona says "it's complicated" This is our first indicator that there is trouble in Paradise, Frankie says "it's okay for friends to dance together" but then they bail on that thought and say "I guess it is weird" So I don't know if this is Lagoona freaking out about them being "different" OR if she just has the jitters because it's not clear if Gil & her are dating yet. High school romances are fickle and defining them can be challenging for anyone, Racist parents or not.

In Episode 36 "Screech to the Beach" The fearleading team is going to Gloom Beach fearleading academy, Lagoona is also going because her parents go to Gloom Beach every Spring Break for "underwater camping" Why is she on the bus with the fearleading team even though shes not on it and should be driving up with her parents?... Don't... think about it too much. BUT while the ghouls and Frankie are packing Draculaura comments that Lagoona will be "back in your natural elements huh?" and Lagoona explains that Gloom Beach is not her natural habitat, She is from the Ocean and is a Salt Water creature and Gloom Beach is a fresh water lake like Gil who is a river monster, this is the very first time we hear it spelled out that Lagoona and Gil are "different" but Lagoona assures Draculaura that she can still hold her own in the fresh water. this is important. Most of the gang is napping on the bus and Lagoona has yet another dream of her and Gil smooching, only this time she's saving him from a water tank malfunction and she inhales bottled water to be able to give Gil Mouth to Mouth with fresh water before we cut away from her dream, I mention this because it's important we know that Lagoona is thirsty for this boy. (pun definitely intended)

In Episode 37 "Witch Trials" we see that lots of students from Monster High just go to Gloom Beach for the camping on the North Beach while Fearleading academy is on the South Beach. So while the gang is taking a break from fearleading chores we see Gil also came to Gloom Beach for Spring Break and him and Lagoona immediately hit it off playing "Monster Polo" with other monsters. Lagoona scores a goal and celebrates, Gil comments that shes "Not bad for a sea water gal" then Gil scores a goal and Lagoona comments "thanks Mate! you're not bad yourself for a fresh water bloke" This is them at play! some gentle ribbing of each other, they high five and hold hands, good feels all around. This is them acknowledging their differences but still being into each other regardless. So no one can use the excuse "Well maybe Gil didn't know she was salt water!" when they both spell it out for us, they know what the other one is and accept them anyways. This is important because If Gil was actually racist wouldn't he have bailed on Lagoona the moment she said she was from the sea? But he doesn't. He likes her exactly as she is.

In episode 38 "Don't cheer the Reaper" it's the next day and Lagoona goes to get Gil to play more of their game but suddenly Gil is hesitant. His entire body language has changed, He laughs nervously and can't make eye contact with Lagoona, he seems upset, So when she asks him to play he says "I can't, now's not a good time" And Lagoona asks when IS a good time and Gil says "I don't know, I don't want to talk about it"

Lagoona reassures Gil that he can tell her anything but Gil stands firm "I can't tell you this, I don't want to hurt your feelings" it is safe to assume the reason for this sudden change in Gil's demeanor is because last night he probably told his parents about this cute girl from the sea that he has been getting along with so well, Based on Gil's expressions and avoidance it's safe to say they did not take this news well and probably chewed him out because Gil's parents are racist against Salt Water Monsters. So even while Gil is hurting his first instinct is to protect Lagoona’s feelings and spare her from his parents prejudice.

man, what a toxic racist asshole, being concerned about the girl he likes feelings.

A couple of days go by and in Episode 39 "Road to Monster Mashionals" Lagoona confronts Gil who has been avoiding her. He reluctantly tells her the truth that his Parent's don't want to him hanging out with her because her people are from the sea, he's fresh water and it's forbidden. She asks him if he believes in that and he says no, but his parents do and they won't allow Gil to be around her. He says he's sorry and swims away, leaving Lagoona devastated.

Some people may view this as cowardice on Gil's part and I supposed to some degree it is, But sometimes being a coward is the right call to make. Gil is 16 and his parents still have a lot of control over him, They feed him, house him are responsible for him. This puts Gil is an unfortunate situation. He likes Lagoona but his parents don't, I don't know what y'all expect Gil to do about this, being a minor and all. but he's playing the hand he has been dealt and is choosing to walk away from Lagoona before they get too involved and it hurts even more. I do not believe this is cowardice, this is mercy.

Gil is trying to make it hurt less.

In Episode 40 "Queen of the Scammed" Gil tries to talk to Lagoona once school is back in session and Lagoona is not having it.

She is pissed and rightfully so, She has every right to be mad- but she shouldn't be mad at Gil. Gil tries to explain to her that what's happening between them isn't his will, but the will of his parents and Lagoona tells him that he needs to stand up for himself. And maybe he does, but how exactly does she see this panning out for Gil? Does she think he'll plead his case in the name of love and his parents will magically throw out all of their prejudices? That's... not how curing racism works, it's never that easy. Maybe Lagoona doesn't understand this because her own family is so supportive of her that she can't imagine why a family wouldn't be on their sons side. But this isn't her family, it's Gil's and we don't know what his home life is like, he seems to fear his parents so I'm assuming they have given him a reason to be afraid.

In Episode 42 "Hoodoo you like" The ghouls & Frankie are talking about boys & their relationships. Clawdeen asks Lagoona how things are with Gil and she says "Better Now, but things are so complicated you know" Most of this episode is spent on Frankie and them making a boyfriend to fit in (and creating Hoodude) but this statement from Lagona shows that something went down off screen that we do not know.

Gil confides in Deuce that he lied to Lagoona about his parents being okay with them seeing each other, I am assuming this means Lagoona and him are officially going out. Deuce tells Gil that if Lagoona finds out she will be upset and Gil knows this.

This is probably the first time Gil is in the wrong, Lying to someone you love is never a good idea. This is the first time we see Gil actually be selfish. He thinks if his Parents don't know and Lagoona doesn't know then no one gets hurt, right? Gil is trying to have his cake and eat it too. but this is a temporary solution to a long term problem. However, I'm going to give him a pass because I know what it's like to be young and in love and stupid. His situation is shitty and I would have lied too... as a matter of fact, I did. You might be wondering why I'm putting so much work into defending Gil well the truth is, I've been in Gil's shoes. I fell in love with someone who was not the same ethnicity as me and my horribly racist father would have not approved, I didn't tell him who I was dating for over a year, once he did find but he disowned me and hasn't spoken to me in like 8 years. but the difference between Gil and I is I'm an adult and I can survive without my parents, Gil is a minor and he probably can't.

SO while what he is doing is wrong, it's understandable.

In Episode 43 "Fear Pressure" we see Lagoona and Gil competing in a swim meet. They win and get a trophy for Monster High.

But Toralei, who's been a little shirt stirrer all season takes a picture of them holding hands and she says it will be a good spread in the Fearbook.

I'm not sure how she knows about Lagoona and Gils relationship or that Gil has racist parents, but she knows and she is willing to blow up Gil's secret just to get back at Lagoona who doesn't put up with her nonsense.

In Episode 44 "Fear the Book" the fearbook is finished and has been released to the school! Toralei kept her word and made an entire spread about Lagoona and Gil.

Lagoona loves this, Gil is not as thrilled because now there is photographic proof he has disobeyed his parents.

Cornered, Gil tells Lagoona that he didn't tell his parents about their relationship. Lagoona is hurt that he lied to her about this.

Gil then tells Lagoona that his parents threatened to send him to an "Underwater Boarding School" if he keeps seeing her & that he had no choice. This is the first time Gil's parents threaten him directly. Lagoona, wounded, Walks away from Gil to "study for a test" But she is once again, rightfully upset with him. But this time it's actually his fault. I never claimed Gil was perfect but he's not the villain the fandom has made him out to be either.

Gil waits for Lagoona to get out of her exam to speak with her again. He says they will be safe together as long as his parents don't see the fearbook and he tells Lagoona that his parents don't need to know about them... Lagoona does not take this well.

She tells Gil "ether you agree with them or you don't and if you don't ? you need to do something about it instead of acting like a frightened dingo! I don't even know who you are anymore" before walking away.

Lagoona is being unreasonable here. He doesn't agree with his parents, Lagoona knows this because he explicitly told her this while at Gloom Beach. What she said sounds good in theory and in a perfect world? Gil should be able to be honest with his parents... but we don't live in a perfect world now do we? Everyone keeps telling Gil he needs to "do something about it" it being his parents racism, but WHAT do y'all expect him to DO!? Tell them their racist ways are wrong? - because parents love being told they're wrong by their teenage son - sounds like Gil is getting his ass whooped tonight. Tell them that he's going to see Lagoona anyways? He's getting sent to an underwater boarding school. Not tell them but then they find out he's dating Lagoona anyways because of the fearbook? someone is sleeping under a bridge that night and it won't be Lagoona. And who would take him in if his parents throw him out? Lagoona? I'm sure Wade would love to have a teenage boy under their roof that has the hots for his daughter. Deuce? is he even good friends with Deuce by this point? they've only talked like twice. His 5 eyed friend that he crushed at the swim meet? I doubt it.

Everyone wants Gil to "do something" but no one is thinking about the consequences of doing something, No one but Gil because he's the one who'd be directly effected.

Lagoona and Gil meet up after school to have another talk and Gil brings up the point that if he tells his parents, he gets sent to Boarding school and he loses Lagoona anyways. Lagoona says "Don't do it for me! Do it for you! You can't let their prejudice run your life!" And here's the shitty part- Lagoona is right, Gil's parents prejudice SHOULDN'T run his life, but they currently do. That sounds all good on paper Lagoona but notice how what you said doesn't address him being sent to another school against his will.

Frankie, whom bless their heart has the worst timing, they jump into their convo and asks for Lagoona to sign their fearbook, Lagoona agrees and Frankie informs both of them that this is the first year the fearbook is going to be digitized and sent to every parent. Lagoona thinks it's great, Gil...does not feel the same.

Look at Gil as Frankie tells him this.

Look at his face! that expression? is pure terror. That is the face of someone whose entire world is collapsing around them in real time. No child should be this afraid of their parents, but Gil is. We don't know what kind of home life Gil has but this is a very bad sign. If Gil is this afraid of his parents that means they have done something before to make him this afraid and I'm sure it's a lot more severe than being grounded.

In Episode 45 "Desperate Hours" Heath is talking to Gil and reminding him how screwed he is. while Lagoona is eavesdropping.

Heath bails and Gil notices Lagoona as he calls his parents, he tells her wait because he thinks she needs to hear this too.

Gil says "you always taught me that salt water people weren't as good as us fresh water people. That they are untrustworthy, uneducated and smell terrible"

Lagoona with the pit check is way funnier than it has any business being during this serious moment.

"But above all that they were dishonest but now I know that you were wrong." pause for effect. "I have this...uh... friend and she's the most honest, decent, amazing monster I know. She's from the sea"

Gil's racist parents scream at him, to the surprise of no one. then hang up on him.

Gil tells Lagoona that his parents don't feel the way he does, but that he has never felt better! a weight has been lifted! Gil, as terrified as he was still told his parents the truth. He confronted his parents and he did it for Lagoona.

They should have kissed here, but because Mattel is run by a bunch of prudes, they joke and then Lagoona accidentally walks into the pool.

In Episode 46 "Miss Infearmation" We see Gil and Lagoona are happy! Lagoona asks him if they will see each other over the summer & Gil says his parents are mad now but they will come around.

This is what you writer types call "Foreshadowing"

From here on out we get introduced to a bunch of new characters after the school year ends, it's kind of weird that while everyone is cleaning out their lockers to get ready to leave school for the summer Jackson is formerly introduced to Frankie and we meet Spectra & Nefera. But that is just a pet peeve.

In Episode 47 "Hyde and Shriek" Clawdeen asks Lagoona how things are going with Gil. They are officially on Summer Vacation.

Lagoona is distressed and says he hasn't returned any of her texts or e-mails and that his parents seemed very angry, Clawdeen trying to be positive tells Lagoona not to sweat it because it's their first day of summer vacation, Gil is probably just busy.

But we all know, that is not true.

In Episode 49 "Nefera Again" The summer is over and the ghouls & Frankie are doing their back to school shopping!

Lagoona got a summer job at the Coffin Bean, which is odd Because she's never got a doll with any of the Coffin Bean play sets, Draculaura, Clawdeen and now Deuce have. Interesting since she seems to be the only one who actually worked there.

But she is down in the dumps because by this point the entire summer has passed and she has heard nothing from Gil.

Who would have thought that forcing Gil to confront his racist parents would have had a negative outcome.

In Episode 50 "Back to Ghoul" The new school year has begun and we are introduced to Abbey! one of my fav ghouls, but this isn't about her so onward! Lagoona meets up with the gang when she comes out of the bathroom, she had been crying, She tells them that Gil's parents were so mad they sent him away to another school.

Whaaaaat? Gil's racist parents did exactly what they said they were going to do if their son disobeyed them!? Actions have consequences!? Well, I for one am fuckin' shocked.

Lagoona is the one who pressured him to confront his parents, Gil warned her about what would happen if he did and then she is surprised that it didn't go well for him. I don't know why Gil gets all the hate, Lagoona was clearly the aggressor here. Her idealistic world view got Gil punished and he's the bad guy for that??? I realize y'all love Lagoona, I love her too. but this screw up is on her webbed hands.

Well I'm out of space for pictures and I need them to better illustrate my points so I'm going to cut this analysis into parts. This subject is more complex than I had originally thought. But I am determined to clear Gil's good name!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

[danganronpafan777]

We need more male reader content (I am starving for it), so could I please get the sdra2 male cast with a s/o whos the SHSL Prince? He'd be well mannered and kind but very oblivious to certain things and sometimes blunt; but he's just excited to be outside of his homeland and is enjoying his time but ends up falling in love

(If thats too much then just Nikei, Yuki, Syobai and Shinji would be fine!)

Can't think of a joke for this ask...Nevermind. 

Why is Nikei’s so damn corny-

Nikei Yomiuri:

A prince?? At Hope's Peak? What a scoop!!

For a while, this man does not leave you alone! It’s like having your own paparazzi…

You act polite and well mannered as usual but… Nikei notices that you’re gradually becoming more uncomfortable with him. Was it his perverted comments?

Eventually, you decide to give it to him straight (the only straight thing you’ll ever give him) and tell him that you just want to befriend him without either of your ultimates interfering.

Nikei’s life and hobbies revolve around his talent, and you just want to throw yours away? He doesn’t really understand, until you ask if you can interview him.

“Hmm.. I haven’t been interviewed before! What do you want to ask?”

“Besides writing and journalism, what do you like to do in your free time?”

“…”

Yeah, you got him there. When Nikei reveals how journalism is his everything, you tell him that you know how he feels, spending your childhood learning over 40 languages and proper etiquette.

“But…my parents let me take a break from that. And now I’m happier then I’ve ever been, and I’m seeing things…and feeling things…that I’ve never felt before!” You didn’t even realize that you put your hands on his shoulders until you noticed his red face. 

Swayed by the sparkling and stars in your eyes, Nikei could only sigh to himself. Journalism was what he considered to be the only thing he was good at, but how would he know if he didn’t try anything else? 

You extended your hand, gently holding his in yours, and took him for a walk around the island. Perhaps it was because you were holding hands, or that his head was always in his notepad when he walked this path, but he felt himself experiencing the familiar sights for the first time all over again

With your differences in lifestyles and Nikei’s drive for working, it would be awhile before one of you confessed, but until then, the two of you would experience the world for yourselves, away from the comforting yet obstructing umbrellas of your talents

And together, the two of you step into the warm rain and sunlight, hand in hand

Yuki Maeda:

When he met you, he had no idea what to do, so he just awkwardly bowed

Yuki was pleasantly surprised to learn that you were much more humble than most royals, asking him to address you by name

He was drawn to your kindness and manners, despite your bluntness catching him off guard at times, the two of you were fast friends

"H-Hey! Y/n, wanna hang out with me, today?"

He was completely oblivious to his own feelings, and invited you to train with him and Shinji. As he stood on the warm sand, watching you playing in the water, his feelings hit him all at once

Seeing you in the school swimsuit, a giant smile plastered on your face... he buried his face in the nearest towel, and Sora teased him for the rest of the time

That was the one time Yuki was glad you were oblivious

It wasn't long before the others caught on to his feelings, as he was a terrible liar. Shinji and Hajime cheered him on while Setuka and Hibiki teased him over you

Yuki wouldn't confess first. There was no way you would return his feelings, after all.

You were a handsome prince, perfect in every way... and Yuki was just an ordinary kid. How could you ever like someone as plain and boring as him?

Little did he know, you loved him as much as he loved you. His sweetness, his kindness, his clumsiness... what was there not to like? 

When you confessed your feelings to him, that was all you could tell him. How in your eyes, he was perfect the way he is

"Y-Y/n...Y-You.." He stammered. He couldn't believe it, "You really like me, too...? Cause...! I'm really nothing special! I-"

You cupped him cheek and brought your lips to his. You were so soft, warm, muscular... Yuki didn't want to let you go. 

So he didn't, only pulling you closer

Syobai Hashimoto:

A prince, huh? You could be a useful contract...but also very valuable.

He had no interest in being friends with you, but for the right price, he was willing to talk to you 

The fact that you were so kind and oblivious made him believe you were probably sheltered. You knew nothing about the life he lived, and probably thought of him as some cool guard for you, right?

You kept assuring him that you just wanted to be friends, and to forget about your differences. Syobai didn't buy it, but you were exploitable and in his eyes, kinda stupid, so whatever

You tried to ease him into the group, willing to offer nearly any price just for him to make friends with the other idiots. He seriously didn't understand you

You had so much money, a life of luxury and comfort... so what the hell were you doing here? If he had a life like that, he would never leave. Were you just that ungrateful?

"Beat it, Y/n. You're a prince, why associate yourself with a guy like me? If you need my service, just speak up and quit playing friends."

His words stung. You didn't want to play friends, you wanted to be something more...

It took Syobai longer than he'd like to admit to figure out your feelings for him. He considered accepting just so he could marry into royalty. But... then he found himself questioning his own feelings.

You were just an annoying royal nitwit. He only talked to you because you offered him money. You were just someone with money who thought you could control everything. 

He was bullshitting himself and he knew it. Somehow, your kindness and compassion for him gave you a one way ticket to his heart. No matter what he told himself, he knew he didn't want to marry you just for the money. 

His annoyance of it all made him stub out his cigarette. He thought he lost these kinds of feelings years ago. Syobai began to light another cigarette, before throwing the lighter and crushing the cigarette with his foot. 

"Y/n."

You turned around at the sound of his voice. Syobai ordered the same sum of money he would usually ask for to have a conversation with you, so you paid without a second thought.

Grabbing the money, he turned away, his back toward you as he said, 

"One date. This Friday. I'll pick you up at 9. Don't be late."

"H-Huh..?"

You could only stare in awe and he walked away. Picking up the lighter once again, Syobai lit another cigarette, his lips curled into the ghost of a smile.

Shinji Kasai:

Shinji thought it was interesting to have a royal classmate, but he would never treat you differently because of it. He appreciated your humble personality and kindness, happily and loudly offering for you to train with him, Yuki, and Hajime. 

You were much stronger than he thought, being able to keep up with him much better than Yuki did. As Hajime lectured Yuki and Shinji yelled words of encouragement, you gently helped Yuki up and offered him water. 

He felt a pang of jealousy at that, but assumed it was just some kind of muscle soreness

Shinji shared your obliviousness on certain things, but in other situations he found himself completely overthinking. Why was he stuttering so much while talking to you? Did royalty just have that effect?

No…but it definitely had nothing to do with the fact that you were kind and handsome and strong and charming…nothing at all…

It wasn’t until Shinji caught himself staring and blushing at your shirtless form that he considered the idea that he might have a crush on you 

He forced himself to look away. You probably had a lot of suitors, maybe even an arranged fiancé. He wasn’t anything too special, and it was wrong to look at you that way, when you probably only thought of him as an older brother…

Shinji couldn’t have been more surprised when you asked him out, holding a bouquet of roses just for him. His entire face was bright red and he couldn’t even think of a response.

“Y-Y-Y-You….”

“I like you, Shinji. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same-“

“N-No…I….like you too…”

Shinji could barely talk for the rest of the night, but his face still held a giant smile. He would always freeze up or let out a squeak whenever you did something slightly romantic, but you knew he loved it all the same

“H-Hey….Y/n…?”

“Yeah Shinji?”

“I love you…”

You squeezed his hand, feeling it grow warmer.

“I love you too.”

[fledbeast578]

A Strategist's Respite

Of course, I know that I should not have been fishing at this moment, time was urgent, and it seemed it could be any day now I could be called upon to help deal with some singularity, as has been happening often. That’s not even mentioning the looming threat of the Seventh Lostbelt, even if I wasn’t personally summoned I would no doubt be utilized in combat. Plenty of other servants reacted as they probably should have, constantly training and preparing for the time when they would inevitably be summoned into some battle to save the world. It seems there isn’t a single day I don’t walk past Li Shuwen training his various pupils, or Leonidas encouraging Master to lift heavier and heavier weights. For the past months, I felt I should act similarly, and despite my natural inclinations, I did! I’ve spent many nights studying the various magecraft literature available to Chaldea, collaborating with the various other tacticians to ensure that for every battle there was a stratagem to follow. Even if Master seemed inclined to ignore them in many cases, usually in favor of some hair-brained scheme to befriend their foe, I’m proud to say that whenever he did utilize them it was to a consistent roaring success… well, ignoring the Tunguska incident of course.

It was because of incidents like Tunguska that I seemed to attract the reputation of someone quite untrustworthy, although that was something I never understood. In my experience, everyone lies once or twice, and this certainly hasn’t changed in Chaldea, at least I’m honest after I do. Regardless, despite my innate untrustworthy appearance, I managed to cultivate a reputation as someone reliable… too reliable. Without even realizing it when I seemed to find myself at the forefront of people’s minds whenever they needed a strategy or magecraft expert, and people were not afraid to call upon me whenever they needed one.

One such case was when I was sleeping in the early morning… or at least I think it was the early morning, it’s difficult to tell sometimes in Chaldea, as far as I’m aware there weren’t even any windows, and very rarely were the lights outside of individual rooms ever turned off, thanks to the sleepless nature of many other servants.

“Jiang Ziya, we desperately need a strategy for the coming singularity!” shouted Chaldea’s resident director Goredolf, a worried expression on his face.

I could only reply with a blank stare, my well-formulated difficult-to-read expression replaced by one of utter annoyance as I stared at him. I liked Goredolf more than most, I was always pleased to have a fan, and despite his overcautious attitude, I found the director fairly competent. At this moment, however, I was tempted to have the ground beneath Goredolf give way, and push him into another room.

As if sensing the sudden tenseness of the air, I could see the director stiffen straight, an apologetic expression on his face to match my own still annoyed one, “Mhm, when you are well refreshed and ready of course, I shall leave you to your rest for now,” he stammered, before turning around and quickly leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

I was tempted to say something in response to his apology, before letting out a sigh and preparing to follow after him, I could hardly be annoyed when it seemed this urgent. And so I met up with him, lightly reassuring him that his sudden intrusion wasn’t taken offensively before he informed me of an upcoming minute singularity. More of a multi-spacial “event” of sorts, than anything on the level of a proper singularity or lostbelt, but something worth planning for nonetheless, even if planning for most of the servants wearing swimsuits was a… unique, endeavor.

As unusual as the strategy developed was, I was ultimately proud of it, which is why I felt just a smidge disappointed when I saw Master completely ignore it in favor of their own idea. Ultimately it ended up working out by the end, so I couldn’t exactly complain, but it did make me wish I had simply gone back to sleep.

Now, I could hardly blame my illustrious master for ignoring my strategy sometimes, as past precedence had shown no plan was perfect, and compromises would have to be made at the moment. However… it seemed to be happening again and again, each time I would be called upon to utilize my talents and each and every time I would be assured they were more than grateful for my assistance, but as I poured over the reports I saw that each and every time, it was if they weren’t even reading them! I thought of myself as someone not quick to anger, it was necessary given most of the people I had worked with, but at this point, it was difficult not to be offended.

And so, when I was called upon again for another meeting, rather than obey the call, I decided to head to the simulator and plop myself next to a lake. The perfect fishing spot only I could summon would have perhaps been a better option, but right now I was sick of using my feng shen, or even thinking, frankly. Besides, it seemed the simulator had been chosen well today, and I could only smile as I took in the warm sun.

Holding at my divine weapon, The God Striking whip, I extended the line into the water. It was most certainly not what it was designed for, but it could get the job done nonetheless, better than most normal fishing rods anyway. Finally relaxed, all I had to do was-

“Oh come on youngling, you’re not going to go train with that Cow are you?” came the teasing words of Shuten as she looked over Kintoki

“Shuten, her name is Raikou and-” responded the aforementioned Kintoki

“Oh I know what her name is, perhaps I could convince you otherwise, perhaps with a brawl~?”

Perhaps on a better day, I would have responded more gracefully, perhaps I would have functioned as an intermediary or simply ignored them. However, I could tell this was not a discussion that was going to end quickly, and most certainly it was not going to end quietly, and already I could hear them getting louder and louder as they began to talk over each other.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I could hear my voice, “Heave…ho. Let the heavens open…” and by the time I had caught up to my impulsive act, I decided it was too late to stop, already tossing my divine rod, as good a fishing rod as it is a weapon, into the lake. Within seconds, a massive replica fell forth from the heavens, boomingly loud in its descent that it could be heard miles around. I saw Shuten and Kintoki go silent, and that silence continued as the instrument made a massive crater in the ground, mere feet away from the two of them.

I had observed Shuten often, as I did with most of the servants here, the ones of divine nature especially. As a result, I half expected that she would simply laugh at my display, but as I looked over her stiffened form, I discovered that my previous thought was mistaken. While I was certainly no sadist, least of all involving my allies, I got a certain amount of joy seeing Kintoki grab her pale white body, before running away, the warrior looking at me with an embarrassed look as she held her small form. I simply put a hand behind my head, my usual expression looking back at him, and willed the divine rod I had haphazardly tossed into the lake back into my other hand.

Perhaps the good director or my own master would chew me out for the use of my Noble Phantasm, as they did often towards the other servants who caused mischief. But for now… it was quiet, and peaceful, like the days spent during my youth, neglecting my training in favor of fishing. On a different day, I might have chastised myself for doing something like this, maybe that different day would be tomorrow, but for now, I simply decided to cast my fishing line forward, as I basked in the warm sun and soft grass.

[myfakecandyy]

Annika x Ichiru Drabble

This fic most likely wont makes sense unless you know the established lore I've created for this realationship but given that I am my own target audience I'm fine. This account is my archive and word vomit spam, and a place to share my girls and the content I make for them with my freinds.

In life, I’ve found you are often left at crossroads, choices small and unassuming yet lead you to moments that make up the essence of your being. This moment, this night, was a crossroad for her. Under the vivid glow of the ceiling light, Annika couldn’t help but feel exposed, cracks of light filling up the deepest corners of her body and face, leaving nothing hidden in a safe shade cover. 

It was just a few minutes ago; against her better judgement, she had agreed to go home with him. Had her friends been there in that moment, neither would have been spared of relentless teasing, but it was under the cold, indifferent light of the moon, the sole witness, that she dared to reach out to his extended hand. There was something in his eyes, a determination reflected into her own; once Ichiru had truly set his mind on something, he would see his ambition to the end. It was a trait she adored, so under such a gaze, Annika couldn’t help but fold, for against her harsh words and the falsities she would impart, her weakness stayed with him. 

Like teenagers on the cusp of new realisations, they were both caught up in the moment, having spent the whole day together at each other’s necks, tensions built into more than could be expressed with words. They had not been alone today of course, Annika often found herself in the same quartet, her, her friend, her friend’s lover and her friend’s lover’s brother, and today was no exception. Having a rare day of freedom among adult obligations, a quiet day off at the beach seemed like medicine for the soul. However, as the sunlight came to a close, it seemed neither of them was willing to let go of the day.

Only when her phone lit up, the time shown clearly, could she see the inherent implications of the situation, being left alone in a man’s room at a less-than-proper hour. 9:52 pm. But Ichiru wasn’t like that, and she was sure the thought had not even crossed his mind. No, In all her piety, the one at fault today was her, from how her mind wandered as she watched him at the beach to the predicament she finds herself in now. She was at the end of a crossroad. 

She was determined to ignore these feelings, but feelings like air bubble from the pit of her stomach and threaten to spill out, pitiful almost to think her body and mind could never be in agreement. Nervous, almost expectant, she could only hold her breath and the covers of a bed that was not hers. 

She couldn’t help but sigh, turning to lie on her side, burying herself into the covers, a weak defence. She was glad Ichiru had excused himself to shower, something he needed after being buried in the sand earlier. She smiled fondly. She could still remember the panicked look on his face after telling him she would leave him for the tide; he was pretty cute sometimes, maybe. Would you call her silly for the small thoughts that permeate her mind?

“This room is just like him,” She felt. “What a loser.” Harsh words could never hold such affection unless it were her, unless it was her about him. Just as she let herself relax and smile softly, her short rest came to a close as he was standing at the door. To say the sight of her sprawled across his bed, still in her swimsuit, patiently waiting for him, ignited something in his brain would be an understatement. 

“Hey, sorry to leave you alone for a sec; that sand was just so annoying,” he made his way over to Annika, still under the covers, sitting right next to her. “Oi, what are you hiding for?”

“I’m not hiding, thank you very much. It’s just… cold?” A lie. A woman’s pride lies in being faultless, the arrogance of man enough motive to prove them wrong, and so emerging from the sanctity of the covers, exposed once again, she looks to the man of her affections with faux disdain.

Not in her right mind, she immediately became aware of his frame, how his shirt clung to his body, how his hair stuck to his stupid face, an emotion overflowing she refused to name. It’s too shameful of a woman to ask for something she was not owed. She had always thought he was attractive, but maybe there was something in this dreaded light. In most situations, he was pretty cute, she had no trouble voicing those thoughts, but now she was reminded for the first time that he, indeed, was a man. Her stare remained longer than she would admit before settling on his still-wet hair, droplets falling down his face. 

“Bro, you haven’t even dried your hair. Were you in such a rush to get to me or something?” He was. She beckoned him to come closer, and like a dog, he listened, closing the already small gap between them. Wordlessly she ran her fingers through his hair, an act far more intimate than intended. “See, you’re going to get sick.” Her mind was half unease from worry, but a much more… primitive side of her longed to touch him again. She sheepishly reached towards the towel hanging from his shoulders, her hand brushing his neck for a moment, yet just enough to feel him react to her touch. 

“Don’t move for a minute, ok,” she demanded, beginning to dry his hair clumsily, “I don’t want you to get sick.”

Perhaps fed up with her pestering, he grabbed her wrist, halting her progress. Yet there was something in that lingering touch that such a warm sensation could spread from her skin to invade the solitude of her heart. Perhaps the answer lies in how his hand stayed for just a bit more than needed, neither an unwelcome intrusion nor something fully embraced, but in honesty, the truth lies in the way she felt its absence the moment it was gone. She turned away from him. 

“I can dry my own hair. I’m not a little kid.” he pouts, but his deflection is weak, a mask for more hidden thoughts. Had he invited her with innocence, lacking any unseen intentions, it would have been fine, but her slight prodding and the ill-concealed hunger in her eyes, do nothing but add fuel to an already blaring fire. 

“Well, you’re not staying on the bed with me until it’s dry, so… you can sit on the floor or something.” She playfully pushed him away, suddenly finding his presence too much. 

“Huh!? How does that make sense? You can sit on the floor, and it’s my bed.” 

“Ha, I’d like to see you try,” A challenge, an invitation, “I’m not moving my guy.” 

To some extent, Annika should know better; Ichiru was always one to take her words seriously, which may be why she feels the need to provoke him. In an instant, he whisked her away from the protection of the bed, and she found herself in the arms of the bane of her existence.

“PUT ME DOWN. You bitch ass!!? What the fuck? This is no way to treat a lady, much less a guest!!” she struggled, squirming against his grasp. Had he always been this strong? 

“I’d hardly call you a lady,” he retorted; you could see the smile in his eyes, “I’ll let you back down… if I don’t have to sit on the floor.” That last part seemed oddly genuine, like a silent prayer, a humble request made to the one he wishes to please. 

“Fine, you brute, just leave me alone. I hate you so much.” She didn’t mean that; words act as umbrellas from overflowing clouds. 

Her request was honoured, but in a way, leaving her cornered. She was awkwardly placed onto the bed, as delicately as he could muster, before he towered over her, trapping her with his arms on either side of her head. Droplets of water cascaded onto her body from atop her, and she found she didn’t quite care for the state of his hair anymore. 

He sighs, “I don’t know why I need your permission to stay on my bed, but I really don’t want to upset you, you know?” Annika quickly broke eye contact, turning her face away, yet she could still feel the burning sensation from his torrid gaze covering her body. All too quickly, she could feel the warmth of a hand across her cheek, forcing her to look at him again. 

“Did you really mean that?” he asked, eyes digging deep into her own. 

“Mean what?” 

“Do you really hate me?” He knew the answer, only wanting to hear her words and her voice. She is and always will be like glass to him, transparent. Though, like glass, her fragility needed reverence. Ichiru had to take care not to shatter her in the heat. 

Annika didn’t answer; she seldom did. She could feel herself regressing into a scared child during moments like this, but she wasn’t 13 anymore. There was no way Annika could justify this tired act, especially not to a man who overall had been quite patient and kind with her heart. Maybe if she were to be just a bit greedy, to push a little bit more, he could accept everything in her. Perhaps that’s what desire is, to want something without the usual fear accompanying it. 

With newfound resolve, she timidly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer before burying herself in his embrace. After indulging herself in that moment, fighting the feminine urge to flee, her lips brushed against his ears ever so slightly. 

“I don’t hate you…” she whispered low, like the soft crash of waves on the shore, before retreating back to the safety the crook of his neck offered. 

“I think… no, I’m sure that I’m in love with you, Annika,” He was, but she refused to look at him, refused to entertain the idea. “You like me too, right?” You could hear his anxiousness. To listen to the voice she cherished so dearly, lacking that boyish confidence, caused something in her to stir. 

She pulled away cautiously, turning to stare at the kind face of the man who was so patiently awaiting her answer. He looked to her as farmers do rain, as the night does the sun, as men do gods, quietly asking her to end his misery. How could she refuse him, her weakness, just as she was his. She was finally able to give into him, to give in to herself, to lean in and softly kiss his lips, her answer. 

He readily accepted her, turning such a gentle, even meek gesture into something hot and heavy. She could feel an arm wrap around her waist, a hand trailing up her thigh. Her head began spinning, yet her body was starved, immediately reacting, wanting more. If such effort and time were expended to hear she didn’t hate him, Ichiru could only imagine what it would take to bring out the words he so desperately wanted to hear. Annika’s night would not end anytime soon.

[farmergilesofham]

The Vanguard Swimsuit Fic Part 6: Interlude

"...And you want me to clear this?" "Yessir."

The Guardian had always maintained a certain level of respect for Commander Zavala in their frequent interactions, one which had never truly extended to any other member of the Vanguard, Dark or otherwise. Confronted, once, on this point, they had said: "If I had your job, I'd have run away a thousand times by now." Little comfort for the commander now, as he sat beleaguered and worn out at his desk, flipping through the Guardian's unexpected proposal, maintaining the strained silence for a little longer. Oh, how Zavala had missed silence, these past few weeks.

Unfortunately, he could also see the right of it - the Eliksni Quarter was still in need of expansion, proper water diversion, irrigation, and a laundry list of other issues that needed to be solved sooner rather than later; the Dreaming City still remained a mercantile non-entity, only sending aid when it was deemed 'stricly necessary' by the Queen, and attempting to start up interplanetary trade chains with NeoMuna as the city still lay under siege was proving almost too much to handle. And, to top it all off, the Last City's morale had taken a sharp nose dive to an all-time low, given the persistence of the Witness' portal, and the unfortunate rise of rumours about Eris' recent transformation. Now, in a coincidence he may once have attributed to the Will of the Traveller, here lay an answer to all his problems, alongside a neat way to redistribute the pooled wealth of the vast number of Guardians active in the field for whom the Eververse and Ada's synthweave had never quite been desirable enough. The only question now would be getting the participants' permission in an appropriate manner; the marketing would handle itself, given the extensive reach of the guardians' many inter-planetary communications networks. Some of them still pinged data off defunct WAR-SATs, leaving net-traces which Master Rahool had submitted for Vanguard review some years prior. The thought of the lost dignity in doing this flitted through Zavala's mind, but was stamped down with the hard reality of the situation. And so, his attention returned to the official document of proposal. It could have been phrased a little better, but at least the Young Wolf had managed to keep any egregious spelling mistakes out.

"Fine. I will have the Cryptarchy run this out into a proper document, and then we'll set a date."

"But- but they'll tell everyone! You know how bad they are at keeping other people's secrets!"

Zavala smiled. Slayer of Gods or no, this Guardian still had a lot to learn about actually leading people, and using one's resources efficiently. He got out of his chair, and walked to the window, the bright reflections of sunlight throughout the City shining in his eyes.

"That is the point."

"Oh. Okay."

The silence stretched on a little longer, different this time.

"Hey so would you mind b--"

"I have already appended my signature. I will be there, if I have time."

"Oh."

The Guardian's face cracked into a smile, clearly visible even through their watery reflection on the window glass, mirroring the Commander's own as he turned back to face them. The Guardian leapt up, swung on their cloak, and skipped right out the office. From the end of the hall, barely heard in the echo, came a bright

"THANK YOU!"

The Commander sat back down, and sifted through another sheaf of papers. One of these days, he would have to get a new laser printer. But for now, the sun shone on those written words, and the old Titan felt, for the first time in days, quite content.

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Hello and welcome to part 6! Or, part 5.5? Part \\//? Who knows!

Hope you enjoyed this. It's taken me a reeeeeeaaaaally long time to get back into writing these, and I cannot guarantee that part 7 will even come out this year. But.

See y'all next time. Bring a good coat, and a hat.

[squishosaur]

jj ramble!!

^ tags from @cygnusswan

favorite character:

UWAH I LOVE THEM ALL... even the side characters (except chui and his posse they kinda freak me out tbh)... my favorite love interest is probably fumi because i played his route first or shirota because i relate to him the most ✌️ but they're all nice, and i also want to shout out kisa because i was worried that she'd be a super blank slate with no personality, but she had so much depth and i love her immensely, she's definitely a completely fleshed out character and she's strong in her own right, so i'm really excited to play her route too! to me, her struggle with her gender and her identity is so real. like, even though she's a cis girl, the way she's written feels so??? i dunno. it's relatable to me.

favorite performance:

I'M SOO OBSESSED WITH MARY JANE... sneak peek of my phone background ⬇️

BUT.... the one i keep coming back to is oh rama havenna????? THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD... chichi and rukirora are so important to me okay.... AND THE CUTSCENES WERE SO GOOD IN THAT ONE??? god... when kisa started crying at the end i also started ugly crying. also shout out neji's massive fake honkers in the confessional mv. why were they so big. how did that work. i got scared. his strappless dress was crazy. especially since he was the main focus. (pictured below: two havenna scenes that had me in tears)

and cessia (shishia??? I DON'T REMEMBER HOW IT'S SPELLED) was also good. but i wanna see all the versions before i form a final opinion on it 😭😭😭.... i still think i'm going to like adra as the love interest the best. it feels right to me... ajdnndnd I SOBBED BTW...

BUT ALL OF THE SONG AND DANCE NUMBERS ARE SO GOOD FROM EVERY SHOW... they're all in my driving playlist ✌️ even ms. robin. which is literally such a goofy song to me.

routes:

i did fumi's first (drew a commemorative something here) and i'm playing mitsu's now ✌️✌️ I REALLY LOVE FUMI'S ROUTE THOUGH... the way he definitely fell first and pretty much immediately (i think he has a thing for tachibanas idk man ajsjsns) AND he knew all along that kisa was a girl but protected her identity all year without her even having to ask. AND!! AND!! as soon as kisa told him, he went to calling her a beautiful girl and using feminine terms to describe her... it was so reassuring(???) because he obviously cared about her identity and knew she was uncomfortable with the thought of being outed but also knew that she still identified as a girl despite having to put up a front, so using her proper gender and stuff even in private meant a lot yk??? after a year of hiding your gender identity a really pretty guy asking you to be his girlfriend seems like a w to me. obsessed with how he was confessing since his first weekend event ajdjdjd,,,

surprises/wishes:

WAS NOT EXPECTING THE BEACH EPISODE BUT I DID WELCOME IT WITH OPEN ARMS... all of their swimsuits were so goofy... I LIKE THAT KISA'S OUTFIT CHANGES SLIGHTLY IN THE CUTSCENES??? also. big fan of whatever the rhondonite first years were doing. they slayed.

I ALSO DID NOT EXPECT THE SAUNA... and why was it like. pee yellow... HELLO.. 💀💀

WISHING FOR A DLC WHERE I CAN GET WITH KASAI OR KIITO.... please please... head in my hands.... they're so silly... also would never happen realistically but poly suzu/sou/kisa when....

I GOT THE GAME LIKE TWO WEEKS AGO MAYBE and i have not stopped thinking about it.... i don't think i will check the hours i'll get scared. i'm not an otome girlie though, so i did not expect to like it for that. i got it because i'm a musical theatre kid, certified thespian, and awful bad rhythm gamer it appealled to me... i was actually very skeptical about the "girl at an all boys school" concept but it was really well excecuted imo ajdndn,,, i'm glad that there's varying amounts of romance in the different routes. i've triggered different cutscenes for suzu, mitsuki, and fumi and so i appreciate that it doesn't all feel like forced romance?? i dunno how to describe it.. anyways!! 10/10 i think there is something for everyone here ✌️ (silly guys and gender shenanigans)

[mbti-notes]

I am an ESTP and I want to know whether it is possible/healthy to eschew certain societal values that don't match my own. For example, I don't value or care to dress up or wear makeup, I like a clean simple look that is low fuss/effort. However, I see others put more effort into their appearance and be rewarded for this, and this makes me want to do so as well, even though deep down I really don't care. I also find I respect myself less for giving in to societal pressures at the expense of myown

How old are you? It is normal for people in adolescence and young adulthood to struggle with issues of personal identity. Specifically, it is not always easy to find the right balance between staying true to oneself and meeting the expectations of others. Some people get trapped in either/or thinking that easily becomes too extreme.

ESTPs who only care about what they want and never think about what larger negative effect they're producing are unhealthy ESTPs, misusing their judging functions in service of a shallow, lazy, or careless Se approach to life. If you truly care about yourself and hope to feel some pride in who you are, you wouldn't want to be a negative version of yourself, and you wouldn't want to present a negative image of yourself to the world.

Ideally, ESTPs should use their powers of reason to establish the right balance between self and others, which is related to proper Ti and Fe development. In order for ESTPs to genuinely "care" about doing something, they have to understand the reasoning behind it and agree with it - this is how one arrives at better Ti-Fe balance. Sometimes, when a situation is complex, you might have to take extra steps to truly understand it. You would have to consider all the different factors and all the different ways of looking at the situation - this requires Ni big-picture visualization powers.

Taking your example of dress: On one hand, as an individual, you ought to be free to choose your own style and wear what is in accordance with your comfort, beliefs, and values. On the other hand, you are a participant in relationships with others and what you do has a larger effect, even when you don't realize it. The way you dress projects an image and that image influences how people evaluate and relate to you. Of course, how people evaluate you matters much more in some situations than others, so it's not just "to care or not to care", as though the complexity of life can be distilled into one rule. Remember: Ti values the process of coming to a rational judgment, which requires deliberation and some nuance. To develop mature use of Ti requires you to use your reasoning skills more carefully to determine the best judgment based on the situation at hand.

Imagine going to an office job interview in a swimsuit. Imagine what society would look and feel like if everyone wandered around in their pajamas all day. There is a social element of dress because the way you present yourself contributes to the overall vibe of a social environment. The vibe is real because it has a very tangible effect on how people think, feel, and behave. People dress professionally at the office because employers want to encourage professional behavior, employees want to maximize their chances of making a good impression, and clients/customers want to be assured of professional conduct. People dress casually at the neighborhood restaurant because they want everyone to feel at ease and enjoy themselves. People dress in dark shades at a funeral in order to express their sadness/grief on a somber occasion. People dress up for their dates to show that they care enough to make an effort for love.

While dress is largely a personal choice, if you understand that there is an element of dress that extends beyond you and impacts others, then a reasonable person would try to find the appropriate middle ground, wouldn't they?

To reconcile self with others isn't about "me vs them" (oversimplistic either/or thinking). It's about choosing the most constructive ways of being yourself (maximizing the benefits).

[cavalierious-whim]

Childe spends a day on the beach with those who've become his friends. Written for Raging Tide, A Tartagalia Zine.

Read here on AO3 for better quality!

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When Childe first proposed the idea of a fun day in the midsummer Liyue sun, he had the beach in mind. Swim trunks, beach balls, and those delightful little ice pops that Xiangling occasionally makes on special days. His gaze narrows as he surveys Zhongli, who’s just arrived at their rendezvous spot. 

“Say, Xiansheng… you aren’t planning on wearing that, are you?”

Zhongli presses a hand to his chest and looks down, surveying his usual suit. Childe thinks he looks utterly ridiculous, but at the same time isn’t surprised. Zhongli is the most routine man he’s ever met. “My clothes are perfectly functional,” says Zhongli in that quiet, understated, and prim way of his. 

“If you were going to a funeral, yeah.”

Zhongli’s brow furrows. “I just came from a—”

“Working? On a day like this?” asks Xiangling, standing near Childe’s elbow. She’s dressed appropriately, of course, bedecked in a swimsuit as yellow as summer itself. She reaches into the portable icebox that’s slung around her shoulder and pulls out an ice pop, handing it to Childe without a word.

“I knew that I loved you,” says Childe, already savoring the sweet delight. 

“Get in line,” says Xiangling with a mischievous smile. “That’s what everyone says.”

Childe laughs, nudging her shoulder with his elbow. His face falls slightly as he sees Ganyu step forward, wearing her own beachy number, and a cute sun hat to boot. He frowns. 

Xiangling winces, leans closer, and says in a stage whisper: “Do you think that she’s here—”

“To babysit me? Definitely.”

“Come now, don’t be silly.” Ganyu smiles placidly as she readjusts her hat. “I was merely encouraged to bring my work to the beach.” 

Childe levels here with a very pointed stare. “Yeah, like I said—to babysit me.”

Ganyu has this kind of serene smile that isn’t really nice—it’s more like she’s making fun of you silently. Childe itches a little under her gaze as she pulls out a towel from her bag and looks for the best place to lay it out. 

“There are worse options,” says Xiangling in a loud hiss, “You know—like Keqing?”

Childe huffs. “She’d be too busy to pay me any mind. Ganyu though…”

“Ganyu will be a pleasant addition to the afternoon, I think,” says Zhongli. Childe regards him once again, his eyes lingering where Zhongli’s arms are clasped firmly behind his back. Always so proper. 

“Relax a little, yeah?”

Zhongli frowns again, a little wrinkle forming on his brow. He looks at his suit like he’s genuinely confused and Childe sighs. Better luck next time, he supposes. 

Others arrive slowly. Paimon and Lumine, even Xingqiu and Chongyun—they’d all promised him, of course, but Childe isn’t holding his breath. 

The life of a Harbinger is strangely lonely at times. He can’t trust anyone—he can’t. One wrong move and there’s a new dude with his title. Childe is always watching his back because even his coworkers he can’t trust, which has led to a perfected, cocky attitude.

The more people are annoyed by you, the easier it is to keep tabs on them and all that. They come to him, which makes his work all the easier. 

That being said—Childe is tired and his stationing here within Liyue has shown him that. 

“What are you thinking about?” asks Xiangling, nudging him with her shoulder. Everyone else has picked a spot to settle into, towels and bags and shoes dotting the beach. 

“Nothing much, really.” Childe shrugs. “Just been a while since I’ve had a day off, you know?”

Xiangling’s face crinkles in amusement. “Have you ever had a day off?”

Childe doesn’t think so but it’s never been something that he’s thought much about. 

Until now. 

#

Childe falls asleep and wakes up feeling like he’s on fire.

So, maybe dumb, laying out on his stomach under the sun. But it was warm, and it smells of the ocean, and the sounds of everyone around him lulled him right under, and well—

He’s paying for it now, isn’t he?

“No, no—” Then he hisses. 

“Oh shush,” says Ganyu, smoothing her hand over his red shoulders. “You did this to yourself.”

“It was an accident.”

“Accidents can still have faults. You’re very lucky that I brought this coconut yogurt along, otherwise you’d be worse off.” 

“Worse,” grumbles Childe under his breath. “Stings like a—”

Ganyu digs the palm of her hand just a little too harshly into his burned skin and Childe yelps dramatically. Xiangling looks at him, face crinkled with mild amusement. Zhongli regards him like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. Paimon screams something about how he looks like a boiled lobster because, of course, she’d compare him to food.

None of it helps Childe forget about his blistered skin. 

Ganyu seems to take pity on him though, and her hands lighten up as she cools the yogurt with her Cryo and slathers it across his back. And Chile has to hand it to her—it’s a soothing mixture that works well. The whine that rises from the back of his throat sounds pathetic.

She leans over his shoulder with that too-sweet smile that means anything but. “Have we learned our lesson?”

Childe looks at her, sheepish. “Yeah. Wear the damn sunscreen.”

Ganyu laughs kindly and Childe thinks perhaps she doesn’t mind her job for the day.

#

Ice fishing is simple and lacks finesse. Find a frozen lake with a thick enough layer that is safe enough to walk out on. Cut a hole in the water and drop a line in, then you wait forever while you drink vodka and swap stories with family and friends. 

Childe thought that deep-sea fishing wouldn’t be much different. Childe is woefully wrong. 

The boat lurches underneath his feet, bobbing with the ocean tide. Childe’s feet slip across the wooden planks as he clings to the edge because what kind of boat doesn’t have a proper railing? Boats in the traditional Liyue style, apparently. 

“Oh,” he murmurs, “Oh—” And then he vomits right over the side.

“Surely you came to Liyue on a boat.”

Childe wipes at his mouth and looks to the side. Xingqiu sits there quietly on a beach chair, slathered in a pasty sheen of sunscreen. He doesn’t bother with looking away from his book, licking his thumb to turn a page.

“Yes,” says Childe, “and that was just as miserable an experience as this.” His gaze slides to Zhongli who stands perfectly still at the bow. “I’m surprised he has sealegs, though.”

“I have a distaste for seafood, Childe, not the ocean.” A pause, and then, “Though I don’t particularly like being away from land for very long.”

Well, that clears up absolutely nothing. 

Once they anchor the ship, it still rolls with the waves. Childe manages to find his grounding, albeit on wobbly legs. “Alright, then. Who’s fishing with me?” 

Xiangling is the only enthusiastic taker, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, barely containing herself.

Childe’s gaze sweeps the deck as he frowns slightly. “What, no other takers?”

Zhongli’s mouth is pursed with distaste—they might’ve gotten him to leave land, which was a feat in itself, but Childe knows he draws the line at handling fish. A pity. Childe thinks that it’d be hilarious to see Zhongli try. He’s articulate with his words but not so much with his actions. Childe imagines it would be endless entertainment. 

“Hey, kid.”

Xingqiu looks up from his book, eyes narrowed as though annoyed by the interruption. Childe waits expectantly. “You can’t be serious,” says Xingqiu with a sigh. “I came out here to enjoy this new publication, I won’t—”

Xiangling pulls the book from his fingertips, snaps it shut, and tosses it right into the ocean. Childe gapes. Xingqiu gapes. Zhongli hides a well-placed snicker behind his gloved hand. 

And Xiangling just bounces on her feet as she smiles at him sweetly. 

“That was—”

“Was it a first edition?” asks Xiangling brightly.

Xingqiu looks aggrieved, his face turning an impressive shade of pink. “No,” he hisses, “I suppose not.”

“Then no harm, no foul.” Then Xiangling smiles, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Or should I say, fowl—”

“Okay, okay, enough with the puns,” says Childe, rooting through rods and lines before finding a set that suits her well enough. “I trust you know how to fish?”

“Of course,” she says with a huff. Then, Xiangling nudges him. “Question is, do you?”

Childe snorts. “Of course. I grew up on the ice, you know. Practically raised in the tundra waters. Ever seen permafrost? I breathed it.”

Xiangling’s brow rises and she whistles. “Impressive,” she says kindly. Childe can tell that she isn’t remotely dazzled. 

“The boat,” says Xingqiu, unhelpfully. He’s still lounging about in the beach chair, making no effort to move. “You need to learn how to stand on it first.”

“I am standing on it!” Childe gestures to himself as if to prove the point. Then the boat swoons and Childe trips, barely catching himself. Xingqiu just raises an eyebrow. “Right, look—not the point. I’m a master at fishing, just you wait.”

Childe then holds out a rod to Xingqiu, who only regards him with a once-over, arms crossed over his chest. “Oh, I’m not fishing. I want to watch you make an absolute idiot of yourself.”

“Oh, you little—”

“Hey.”

Everyone on the boat stops and looks. Lumine stands there clad in a white and blue striped swimsuit, Paimon floating beside her face. The one person who strikes fear into Childe’s heart, and no, it isn’t because she kicks his ass at the Golden House every single Monday. It’s because—

“Childe,” says Lumine shortly. 

That tone. Childe winces like a boy who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Lumine mothers him more than his actual mother does, and that’s saying something. “Ah, Lumine—”

She holds out her hand, waiting for the rod. Childe slaps one into her hand without a word. 

“Is there a Paimon-sized one?” Paimon looks at him so innocently, with those round, sort-of bugged eyes.

“I think I have a kid’s rod somewhere,” murmurs Childe, rifling through his things again. 

Eventually, everyone is settled in with fishing rods and line. Xiangling stands, her line cast and legs allowing for the push and pull of the tide like she was born on the damn sea. Childe can’t help the subtle jealousy that rises in his throat. He he sits down, legs hanging over the side. 

Lumine joins him. 

“It’s not about fishing, is it?”

“You, always coming at me with complicated questions.”

Lumine looks amused. “Complicated? I could fight you instead. Topple this boat right over.”

“No, no, you’ve already beaten me up once this week. That’s plenty.”

Lumine chuckles and bumps their shoulders together. They both have their lines cast, but they aren’t paying much attention. Childe can feel the way that Xingqiu’s gaze bores into the back of his head, willing something to happen. 

“It’s nice,” says Lumine. “Inviting everyone out to fish.”

“Well, I didn’t. I asked Zhongli for the best spots because we all know he’s as old as dirt—like, literal dirt. And then Xiangling overheard so she invited herself along, and then—”

“No doubt our beloved former Archon shared the news with everyone else.”

Childe rubs at his neck sheepishly. “I mean, it’s fine. I was going to come out here alone, but it…”

“It’s nice. The company.” Lumine says it quietly. 

Childe often forgets that they’re both outlanders in the beautiful land that is Liyue. Lumine, though, is always traveling as she moves on and on. Childe was once like that—he stepped into Liyue with only the intent to do his job and get out, but— 

Well, funny how things change. 

The more time that passes, the more that Childe wants to stay. Liyue feels more like home to him than Snezhnaya ever did and he was raised there.

Lumine nudges him again. “What are you thinking?”

Childe is quiet for a long moment. “That’s exactly it—that’s what I wanted to come out here and do. I wanted to think.”

Lumine hums. “Thinking is annoying. Just enjoy the chaos. Isn’t that the sort of thing you like, anyway?”

Chaos, thinks Childe. He used to dream of it, relish it, even, when it came to battle. Xiangling lets out a shout, pulling her fishing rod back. The line goes entirely taut as she fights with the weight on the other end of it. The line sinks deep into the water, pulling stock straight.

“Oh, it feels like a big one!” she says excitedly, her eyes round and wide like dinner plates. In her excitement, she smacks Childe with her arm and he loses his balance, tipping right into the ocean. 

There’s panic—Xiangling panics about losing her fish; Lumine panics about Childe tumbling into the water; and Xingqiu panics about Lumine potentially falling right in after him as she leans over, trying to yank Childe back up. 

It’s a simple matter of commanding Hydro and Childe is back on the deck, entirely drenched, but no worse for wear. 

What a boat they make. A young, budding author. Xingqiu bursts into laughter at the dredged sight of him. A world-renowned chef. Xiangling yelps in praise, showing off her fresh catch—a sea bass that’s nearly half the size of her. An outlander who’s further from home than he’ll ever be. Lumine throws a towel over his head and Paimon cackles in amusement. And a former Archon. Zhongli is still perched near the bow, his face weathered by amusement. 

Chaos indeed.

Childe loves it.

#

The sun is slipping past the horizon and a bonfire has been lit on the beach. 

Xiangling flits around the cookfire, roasting fish and working her magic when it comes to food. Ganyu stands by, watching with a sweet smile. Xingqiu rests on a towel, a new book in hand. Lumine sets about readying eating utensils and Paimon shrieks about delicious eats.

Childe sits on the beach, watching the water. He’s sunburnt—pink and peeling. He’s barefoot, his toes dug into the sand. He can feel the salt clinging to his hair, curling it. All in a day’s work, he thinks, though his days used to be full of different sorts of endeavors. 

“Childe,” says Zhongli as he settles next to him. He’s still dressed to the nines in his stuffy, prim suit, but he’s pulled off his shoes at least. He digs his toes into the sand too, resting his arms over his knees. “So rarely do I see you so… quiet.”

“Thinking,” he says, looking at Zhongli with a wily smirk. “I’m known to do that on occasion.”

Zhongli watches him back with that ageless stare of his. “You think more often than not, I would say.” 

No matter how often they talk or share meals, Zhongli never ceases to surprise him. Perhaps it's because Zhongli’s had eons to watch mortals, but Childe thinks that he understands them more than he lets on. Experiencing it personally, however, is wholly different.

“What is the adage? A Mora for your thoughts?”

Childe laughs at that. “Isn’t there a Mora shortage?” 

Zhongli hums, thumbing at his chin. “I suppose I haven’t thought much of it.”

Because of course, he wouldn’t; Childe still plays bank to Zhongli’s spending habits, not that he’s complaining. Childe takes care of his friends, and so, he happily foots the bill. Before being stationed in Liyue, his accounts sat untouched for the most part, only accruing interest. It was a pity to let his earnings go to waste.

“It’s strange, you know,” says Childe, “how much I’ve come to love it here. When I think of my days, I think of the people that I spend them with, not the job that I do. And when I think of home, it isn’t snow-covered peaks, it’s Wanmin restaurant and the meals I spend with you and Lumine. Maybe I’ve become soft, but—”

“No.” Zhongli’s voice is quiet but firm. “Childe, you are allowed to enjoy yourself.”

Childe starts at that. It’s something he’s never really thought about. Childe is a Harbinger, one of the Tsaritsa’s hands. He was gifted a title and has effortlessly executed what’s been asked of him, time and time again. 

Except here, in Liyue, he sleeps in on his days off. He forgoes hunting targets down and bloodying his sword. He enjoys tea, practices using chopsticks, and most importantly, feels welcomed and wanted. 

The warmth of his found family here is different from the stark, winter cold of Snezhnaya. 

“I was wondering why you’ve been hesitating,” says Zhongli. “Going back. Surely she’s asked for you to.”

The Tsaritsa has. Childe’s desk is littered with letters requesting his arrival back home at the Palace, but it hasn’t escalated to true order. Yet. It’s only a matter of time. 

Childe sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “Lumine told me to stop thinking about it. To just enjoy the chaos.”

“Sound advice,” says Zhongli.

“I’m not dumb enough to think I can stay here forever.” Childe’s voice is quiet and for the first time, he realizes just truly how much he’d like that. To stay here, in Liyue. Surrounded by friends and the warmth of the sun, and the salty sea breeze. 

Childe has been more at ease here than anywhere else in his entire life.

“I decided to retire because I wanted to live for myself.” It’s the first time that Zhongli has ever expressed such a thing so outright. When Childe looks at him, Zhongli seems pensive. “And perhaps I didn’t know what that meant, and it’s likely that I still don’t—but it’s ever-changing as I learn more and more with every day. My goals, I mean. The things that I want. The one thing I have learned, though, is that it’s natural for our wants and desires to change over time.” 

Zhongli looks at Childe, his eyes soft as they glow amber. “Loyalties come and go, and they shift. That isn’t a bad thing. You deserve to be selfish.”

Childe chuckles. “So, sit here and enjoy it for as long as I can, yeah?”

“Or choose to stay and retire as well. I will enjoy our friendship nonetheless.”

Childe hesitates, thinking about the idea of it longer than he should. Retirement. Such a thing doesn’t exist for Harbingers but it’s a nice fantasy to entertain. “You know, Xiansheng, you’re probably my best friend. I’ve never had one before.”

“Oh?”

Childe smiles, nudging Zhongli’s shoulder. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Certainly not.”

Their conversation comes to a close when Xiangling careens over the sand, nearly tripping over her own feet. She heaves heavy breaths, her hands resting on her knees, and then— “Oi! Dinner!” She reaches out and tugs Childe to his feet. 

“Okay, okay—”

“Come on, come on!”

Childe does. He follows Xiangling, close on her heels. The bonfire crackles brightly, hot with its brilliant fire. Everyone settles around as they load up their plates with delicious food. There is laughter, warmth, and kind words. Slaps on shoulders and tight hugs to the side. 

Everyone seems so happy to just be there, having enjoyed the day spent on the beach. 

Childe’s heart crackles, white-hot with a kind of affection he never knew he was capable of. These people—these friends—bring him more satisfaction than the thrill of the hunt ever will. They warm his chest more than the pull of his Delusion. 

“Hey, eat up!” Xiangling thrusts a plate into his hand, piled high with fish and all the trimmings. Then, she plops into the sand right next to him, tucking into her own portion, eyes bright and her smile wide.

You deserve to be selfish, said Zhongli not five minutes prior. 

Childe thinks that perhaps he’s right. 

[electricbluebutterflies]

5 + jessleto ??✨️

Modern AU (vaguely equivalent to mid-era), nsfw, and also on ao3.

⁵⁾ at-home swimsuit modelling that quickly devolves

She’s never doing this again.

Jessica does not have the time or patience to untangle her body issues right now, and she is trying to be a good girlfriend, and she does not trust her own judgement, and-

She has half a mind to spend the entire beach trip with a towel wrapped around her body and a tote bag full of books she’s been meaning to read. She is also well aware that it would not be good form to tell her partner how she actually feels.

She’d bought a few swimsuits she isn’t sure she’ll actually wear, tried to convince herself she’s okay with possibly showing so much of her skin in public, and… she needs other eyes on her, and she is currently having an existential crisis in her bathroom way earlier in the day than she usually would, and-

“Jess? Everything okay?”

No, she wants to say, no things are not okay. She is wearing what had looked like a relatively sensible two-piece, not revealing to a point where she’d wonder how it’d stay on her body but still-

It had looked fine on the hanger. It does not look fine on her. It may not matter if it’s hidden under one of her partner’s tshirts, but-

“Can you come in here?”

She doesn’t like how she looks in the mirror. She supposes the swimsuit fits as it should, but it’s still more revealing than she likes, the lines of her vine tattoo peeking out below the top and the burnt-orange fabric is a dramatic color choice for her and-

“This is it.”

“You haven’t seen the other ones.”

“You’re vibrating. You’re not actually going to try on the other ones.”

Jessica rolls her eyes. This is all so petty, and she’s making it worse for herself, and-

“You could help me?”

“I could, but…”

He pushes her hair out of the way and kisses the back of her neck, and she feels a certain kind of warm about it, and she knows where the afternoon is going to go.

“Okay if I touch you?”

“Let me-“

“Keep it on.”

This is unlike them, she thinks, but she trusts her partner enough, and if he’s that attracted to her like this then who is she to question it, and-

His hands move around her, holding her from behind, one around her waist to tether her, the other slipping between her thighs and covering her sensitive parts and-

“What are you-“

“Patience.”

He touches her through the swimsuit fabric, slow movement of fingertips, teasing and warming her. She feels her body respond, and she leans against him and two can play this game and-

“That won’t get you what you want any faster.”

“Then tell me what will.”

“Once you’re wet through this…”

She makes a noise she can’t control as she processes. She won’t get off from current attentions, but-

“Here?”

“If it’s comfortable for you-“

“Yes.”

All she can do is keep her eyes open and let her partner enjoy her. He knows what she likes, and the pressure is different through the fabric but still-

His fingers slip beneath it and into her opening, and she feels how wet she is, swollen and ready and-

“Are you good?”

He kisses the back of her neck again. “If anyone could see you like this and not be completely turned on…”

A little maneuvering behind her, and he pushes the swimsuit fabric aside and-

There is nothing but this, nothing but them, nothing but her body bent just slightly over the bathroom counter and her partner moving against her and she wants and-

“Can you keep touching me?”

A fingertip putting the right pressure on her clit and she is done. The angle is good, the warmth is good, she is so-

Breathless as she comes down, as she is thankful for current position keeping her upright. He’s not done but close, and she watches and feels his movements become less even, the catch of breath and the reverence of her name and-

“You’re stunning like this,” he murmurs as they separate. “I know…”

“I won’t be able to put this on without thinking about you.”

“That does not sound like a disadvantage.”

She twirls for a proper kiss, and she is still unsure about this, and-

“If it makes you happy.”

[camuslittlesister]

Summer of Smut 2023 - 1

This is the first of a few fanfics I’ll be writing for this year’s Summer of Smut challenge, hosted once again by the lovely @voltage-vixen with @xxsycamore​. All deets will be on their blogs. Past fanfics also on the master lists for the past editions, or feel free to scroll down the blog to find them. 

I regressed to being 17 and writing fanfics based on songs. Maybe this one is a little dark in the meaning, but it’s meant to be the song alluded to in the story because of the sound. https://open.spotify.com/track/4AH5FTj8Qr5ZiWxXQJG2qs?si=5de14fe16b2446e7

Suppressed Colours (絕彩)

Prompt Playing Dirty in a Water Fight/Strip Tease in the Summer Otome Hakuoki SSL  Ship Saito x Okita (I said what I said) Warning It partly takes place during a scene that exists for real in the game so could be considered a spoiler. Some vulgar language. Also it's long AF, sorry. And wholesome. I just love them too much. 

愛が欲しいだけ 明日も靡く陽炎の如く優雅な炎

(I just want love. Also tomorrow, graceful flames, just like a shimmering heat wave) - SUGIZO ft 京

Translation credits

I didn't like that Hajime ended up on a team with Chizuru-chan, when I got stuck with Hijikata-sensei. The source of all evil. Not that he looked happy to be with me, either. The jerk. Why is he even here? I can hear Harada-sensei's teasing him, but I can't make up the words he is actually saying. Only his tone. Whatever, I don' t really care. I don't mind that Hajime is on the opposing team, I should focus on that. I wouldn't get to see him looking this cute if he wasn't. Although I'd get to see him from the sidelines, which is good too. I couldn't do this, though, I thought, as I picked up my gun and headed it for his thigh, close enough to spread a stain on his crotch but not somewhere I'd hurt him. I would never do something that'd mean he'd be out of action the rest of the weekend. I smirked, and he looked at me with a competitive fire in his eyes. Water straight in my face, as if he wanted to wipe the smirk off my face. Game on. I love you but a challenge is a challenge, I told him in my own mind, as way of apology for what I was about to do. 

"Hajime! Sōji! Behave" Hijikata growled with an intimidating glare, like he had been some military general in a past life. We walked to the battle area, the weather so hot the stain had already dried off Hajime's swimsuit. Great, now I needed to focus on winning and I couldn't get his dick out of my mind. We didn't really have any plans for after the waterpark closed, knowing him he'd be rushing home to study once the weather was less unforgiving, but I just wanted to make him wetter and wetter. How did I even fall in love with someone this prim and proper? Even in bed he never gets properly wild. Not the way he makes me feel, at least. At times I have to wonder if he just has incredible self-control, or he doesn't feel as strongly as I do. It makes me want to do anything to try and make him let go, but he is always a step ahead of me. And it drives me wild. 

Oh, Hijikata is so good at this. Guess even he would have something positive about him. Or Chizuru-chan is bad. She is a lovely klutz, we've been friends since we were little. Either way, we have won. I smiled triumphantly as I wrapped my arm around Hajime's shoulder: "Don't look so gloomy, I'll give you a consolation prize". He went off to the spectators' side, as I went to face the next team, a little more distracted than I wished I was. By the time our team was defeated, he was seemingly sleeping on a float, looking the cutest I had ever seen him. For a hormonal teenage boy I was having quite the wholesome lovey-dovey thoughts at the sight. It was hard to wake him up, but it needed to be done. The sun was beginning to set, the teachers were busy hitting on women at the bar, even Hijikata looked like he might be getting laid that night, and I couldn't imagine who would ever fuck that annoying bore, but I wasn't inclined to lose to him. If he was going to get some, so would I. "C'mon sleeping beauty, time to get changed and head home..." I teased him as he dozily raised his head from the float at my shaking his shoulder. 

I headed for the showers, and my hair were barely lathered when the door to the cubicle opened.  "How did you know it was me?" I looked at Hajime in surprise.  "It doesn't matter" he replied, trapping me against the wall of the shower "what game are you playing today?" I didn't know what to answer, I had a few going on at the same time, which one was he asking about? I smirked. He pressed his body against me, like he wanted to make it clear he wanted an answer. I could feel my dick stir already, it had been far too long since he had touched me, between the summer kendo tournaments and him starting tutoring for next year's entry exams already. He looked down briefly, he knew. He moved away, leaving me in the shower with my unmet desire. "Am I taking you home, right?" this time it was he who did not reply, heading for the next cubicle in silence. I returned to washing my hair and body, unable to let go of the thought of his hands on his from my mind. 

Fuck, I was proper hard in no time. Guess there's no way I can leave this cubicle like this, I thought, before turning my back to the door just in case and closing my eyes to try and conjure the image of Hajime as he looked when on top of me, his big blue eyes looking up at me as he trailed his way down my stomach, taking his sweet old time to get anywhere fun so that I would be begging for release before long. He had a talent for making it grow so much it was outright painful, I swear. If my body could want him any more than it already did, he'd find a way to make it happen. I bit the wrist of my free arm that propped me up against the wall, hoping that between that and the noise of the water nobody would know what I had just done. Except Hajime, he would know. No way he wouldn't know what he had done to me. He probably had done it on purpose. I made sure to watch the cum wash away entirely with the soap, hoping nobody in the changing room could tell, and breathed out a long sigh before turning off the water and wrapping myself in the towel. 

Hajime was already out of his shower, acting as if nothing had been going on. I had to turn away from seeing his muscles flex as he towel dried his hair, the last thing I needed was another erection right away.  "Do you want to go to the spot on the hill?" he asked, nonchalantly. Was he doing it to torture me? He must have known I wanted to go home with him, even after taking care of myself once already!  "What if I say no?" I replied.  "I'll go by myself" he left me no choice. I got dressed, making sure he saw everything that there was to see. Ha! A blush. Even he isn't immune, clearly. Cute.  We saw some of our classmates but made our excuses. Nobody seemed to suspect we were going home together, thankfully. The last thing we needed was our secret being found out. It wasn't a long walk, and the sunset turning to dusk was quite romantic. 

I grabbed drinks from the vending machine as he sat overlooking the lit-up city. It was a romantic spot, so I was surprised there weren't other couples out there. I sat down next to him, passing him a drink that was so often near his lips I didn't even have to ask what he wanted. "Thanks", he said, drinking it right away. I followed the drink down his throat, his Adam's apple moving with his every gulp. How could something so simple be so alluring? I wasn't drinking mine, and he took my hand in his.  "What's up with this?" I asked. "What do you mean?"  "You act cold, and now you're all touchy feely all of a sudden" "You act like a brat, you ask for it..." maybe he had a point. I lowered my head on his shoulder, not caring if someone saw us like that.  "I wanted to go home with you. I even prepared myself for it when I was in the shower" he turned his head to kiss mine. How can he be so sweet at times? He drives me insane.  "Some days I feel like all you want from me is sex..." he said, his soft voice having a hint of admonishment in it. "That's not true. I just don't know how else to show you how much I love you" "And that's without your obvious crush on Hijikata-sensei" 

I sat back up. I was fuming."Crush? On that demon? Are you mad?" he gave me a knowing smile. I cupped his cheeks, maybe a bit more violently than I intended, kissing him there and then. He didn't seem convinced that he was the only one I had eyes for, but he relented: "Let's go home." We went to his place, which was closer than mine, and found a note from his parents. Good, at least there would be no awkward greetings before heading to his room, or worries about being heard. We went straight to his room, and he sat on the bed with his back against the head. "Show me how much you love me, then" there wasn't as much challenge in his tone or eyes as there was in the situation. He made no move to touch me or himself, just sitting there with his gaze fixed on me as I sat on the edge of the bed thinking. After a few moments I stood up, and headed for the stereo, looking for a specific CD and a specific song. 

As the bass began to shake the space, I silently thanked the gods for the inspiration to wear a buttoned shirt that day instead of a t-shirt. It wouldn't have been quite as sensual to just take that off in one pull. I pretended not to care, looking around his desk while also playing with my buttons but not actually unbuttoning the shirt. I could see his jeans getting bulkier and, yet, he made no move to speed me up, looking at me like he wanted to see how far I would take it. It kinda made me want to stop and walk away. Why could he never throw me a bone with a sliver of vulnerability? Was he not dying to have me in his arms? I continued my slow strip-tease to the sound of the music, unsure what to do exactly because I had only seen women doing it, until eventually the song came to a close and I was back on the bed, naked, Hajime still fully dressed. 

He pulled me close enough to kiss, soon rolling us over so that he'd be on top of me. He looked down at me, always cutting an impressive figure from that angle even though I was the taller one, his expression serious, almost broody. He too undressed, and I gave in and hurried to help. If he teased me any longer I'd be hard again already. I wanted to be the one taking care of him instead. Once his clothes too had gone he was once again straddling me, this time his dick almost pointing at me like a sword. It was almost like a flashback of being on the floor of a dojo with a sword pointing at my throat as he made his way to my lips. He knew what I wanted and wasn't going to just give it to me, that much was clear. 

I wrapped him in my lips, but the range of movement in that position was limited and he knew it. He was making a point. I looked up to him pleadingly. Eventually, he smiled sweetly and moved away, reaching for the bedside table. It was a smile that, at last, reassured me that he really felt about me the way I felt about him. I pushed my legs on his shoulders, and laced my fingers with his on the bed as he finally gave me what I had wanted all along, our breaths and moans mixing like the notes in the music we had, by then, forgotten about. "I love you" he whispered, after collapsing on me when he was done. I kissed his head, wrapping my arms around him tight: "And I love you. Always"

Author's note: if you actually played the game you may recognise what the ending is based on. Yes, fangirl be fangirls, I had to give a nod to the Oshi's ability to kill one's my ovaries in one whispered word. If you have no idea, play the game. You should anyway.

[a-lil-perspective]

I forgot how good swimming was for my pain, God I need to get in a pool more often.

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

Soul Animal Obey Me AU

MC arrives in the Devildom but it's without their animal, the animal that represents their soulmate. Diavolo quickly makes it right, but the animal in question is a bit shocking.

Lucifer

when you race to the trailer with your soul animal, he's beyond shocked to see the beautiful black mustang that comes out. its eyes are red and one look tells Lucifer that it's a piece of himself.

he knows that must mean the sweet and hard headed horse he's had for the last -goodness he's lost track of the years-. but it doesn't matter, that's you, your soul animal as much as its his.

Lucifer takes it upon himself to escort you and your steed to the stables. he doesn't even get all of the way there before your horse snorts and calls out, the returning sound one he knows well. you're both left still as he gets out of your grip and somehow his beautiful ride had escaped it's stall.

you both end up having to corral them into a pasture together since they refuse to move apart.

"would you like to talk? say, at a cafe, parhaps? i know a good one nearby." yeah . . . that sounds like a good idea, you apparently have a lot to discuss.

Mammon

the dog that tackles you and you hug tight right back feels oddly familiar. he's not sure what's going on until you tell them that it's a golden retriever even though its coat is pure white. and oddly enough, it's not because it's an albino, its eyes are deep blue in color.

mammon's breath catches and he finds himself locking eyes with the dog, who quickly gets excited and tries to drag you into the house, barking.

he's running off to his room, hoping he's not wrong, to find his own dog barking and whining on the other side of the door. the minute he opens it, it takes off and he's running to find you stand there shell shocked as the two fall together, yipping and rubbing on each other.

good luck separating them. ever. the only difference between Mammon and doggo mammon is that the dog doesn't have any reservations or tsundere tendencies (most of the time)

Leviathan

Levi really couldn't care less about this human, much less a human normie. but he needs you to get a pact with Mammon so he can have his money back.

but he's still beyond shocked when he finds you late to your night meet up in the kitchen! he needed you, but checking his phone, you never even saw his texts! stupid human normie, making him go find you- are in the fucking pool?

who goes to the pool this late- oh, didn't lucifer say your soul animal was a sea animal? yeah, something about not having a proper tank yet in your room so the pool had been temporarily renovated for it. you're probably visiting it. he gets that, his animal is . . . a . . .

Levi's brain blue screens as he sees you in a swimsuit playing with an octopus, grinning wide as it clings to you.

once he reboots he flails and turns bright red, surprising you, but he found himself grabbing you, octopus still on your arm, to drag you to his room where he lets you see the small octopus in his tank playing with Henry. both end up in his tank and he's just too shocked to say much.

at least until you admit to the clue Lucifer gave you about Mammon's credit card, then its back on the mission!

. . . The embarrassing stuff can come later.

Satan

a cat? your soul animal is a cat? wonderful! he's overjoyed and makes sure hes there when you're called down to come get it.

he was not expecting the sheer size of it, thats no house cat, its a wild cat.

not only that, but the hissing and angry blond thing that shot out at you, curled up against you and hissed at the very large carrier, green eyes furious. well it shocked him.

you're trying to calm it and he watches, unmoving as your pets and soft words quickly calm its rage- no, its pure wrath.

the bobcat calms under your touch and he finally regains his composure when it growls at Lucifer when he came close. one glance at its eyes as he approaches tells Satan all he needs to know.

he doesn't bother offering it his hand, only smirks at you and asks if you think your bobcat would like to meet his, leaving you spluttering at the meaning behind the words.

once the pair of cats meet, a bit after you'd recovered from the shock, they get along swimmingly and the blonde soul cat of him lays as yours starts grooming him, listening to a recording of an audiobook Satan played.

after they're settled down in their room, he decides its only appropriate to take you out to a cat cafe to talk.

Asmodeus

the little thing in the carrier Lucifer has in whining so sadly, Asmo feels sad hearing it. you rush over and quickly take it, opening the cage and taking out the upset little fox inside.

Asmo's shocked but is the fastest to recover after seeing what was clearly a piece of himself in a different form. he simply watches at first though.

he watches you comfort it from it's traumatic journey to you from the human realm and your'e calling Lucifer a meanie for being so uncaring about its comfort.

hes very happy you treat this adorable fox so well, and a few questiosn about him tells Asmo all he needs to know. he invites you to his room later to get some new ribbon to dress your fox up in and you accept the offer.

you have no idea that his own fox is in his room until the foxes are chittering and playing together and he's standing at your back, purring in your ear an apology and an 'oh, did i not mention that?'

he won't do anything you're not comfortable with but you don't leave his room for a while as you, at the very least, talk about your pets and how you've spent years pampering them.

Beelzebub

he's glad you've gotten your soul animal, he'd be super upset if he ever had to be without his. it's a super sweet dog but its been sad since belphie left, so it tends to stick around their room and you don't go in their room.

you think its nice his soul animal cares about his twin as much as it cares about him, and you're glad Beel's decided to wait with you for it to come.

Beel's eating when you gasp and nearly chokes on his food when he spots the large dog coming around the corner.

he watches as you hug and pet the happy big absolutely giant dog and Diavolo, who'd been holding its leash, asks what it is.

you say its a belgian malenois, and he's coughing again. you look worried but he's blushing as he gives you a little grin and admits that he can sense and smell you your soul animal is actually a piece of him and that his dog looks a lot like you.

you don't quite believe him until he accidentally destorys a wall in your room and you end up in his, at which pint your dogs are best friends and the dog version of him is sharing its food with the dog version of you.

Beel's overjoyed when you start to get closer as a result. he finds that he doesn't mind sharing his food with you too after getting to know you.

he's beyond horrified when his dog is whining and obviously hurting before going limp, just barely not dead. hes far more shocked and angry when he finds Belphie in the house and dragging your almost-corpse behind him, grinning all the while.

Belphegor

Belphie's cat is the only one who knew where Lucifer had trapped him.

Lucifer had tried three times to kick the cat out and change the barriers to stop it, either trapping it in with Belphie or keeping it our entirely, but every time it managed to get past them. so instead Lucifer let it be.

belphie was glad, beel would help him, his other brothers probably would, but that was if any of them knew he was there. only his cat knew he was there.

he was glad though, his cat was the one who was always there for him.

he was beyond shocked though to wake up one day, bored, to hear purring, and he was even mroe shocked to find a cat with purple purple, the tips of its long fur tinged in white, laying with his cat and purring at it.

there was no dman way! its couldn't be! he was going to kick the cat out, refusing to beleive it, but his cat stopped him. Belphie was shocked, his cat had never hissed at him or been angry with him before! but now it was, it was angry and protecting this- this other cat.

after that, no matter how much it hurt him or how upset it made him cat, he ignored the cat.

eventually though, the new human found their way to him, and he decided to use that to his advantage. he didn't care, but you clearly cared about helping him, so he convinced you to help him.

he honestly never believed you'd be able to do it, but in the end he woke up and found you there, the door open, and he opened his arms. you went in for a hug, just like he knew you would.

he's whispering in your ear as you struggle to breath when a soft thump and painfully weak meow drags his attention to the cat that had fallen off his bed. his cat. the cat . . . that looked like you, as much as the other cat looked like . . . him.

human- humans killed lilith, he hated them and he wanted you dead . . . but that was his cat unable to breathe and he was watching it die. he was killing it himself- Belphie let go and scrambled back from you in a panic.

the reality of everything he'd been denying finally set in, and tears fell from his cheeks as he watched and didn't even turn when he heard steps and wings ruffling as they rushed up the stairs. he hears Lucifer in the doorway behind him but didn't move. couldn't move.

"I killed my soulmate." he breathed before breaking down and sobbing, clawing at his carpet. Lilith would hate him for this, he just knew it.

and then you melt away into dust and he can't breathe, but a meow and cat in the form of himself grabs his attention and he follows it as it leads him out, Lucifer at his back, until it leads him to a room with Barbatos, you, and his cat.

he'll never hurt you again, he'll never let anything hurt you again, just please don't hate him.

the fact that you forgave him and loved him despite what he did to you is something he'll never take for granted.

Part 2 with the Datables

[singledadjack]

Make You Feel Pretty

Bf!Jack x Reader

Summary: Jack can’t help falling even deeper for you.

Word Count: 582

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Spending all my money just to make you feel pretty

The sky ran out of stars

They’re all living in the city

Y/n was belting out the words to the lovelytheband song as she jumped around on wobbly legs. Tipsy on pina coladas and excitement. She would pause every now and then and giggle as she spun in crazy circles, her head thrown back.

Jack was content just watching her; but when she almost fell face first into the grass for the third time, he decided to go and help her stay on her legs. As his hands snaked around her waist, she lent backwards slightly and laughed hysterically. He could feel the heat of her skin even as it was covered in goosebumps, she refused to cover up her swimsuit clad skin as the air chilled.

Jack smiled fondly when Y/n let out a girlish screech when the familiar guitar riff blasted through the speakers. Her favorite song that she couldn’t help but to scream at the top of her lungs.

“Waterloo! I was defeated, you won the war! Waterloo! Promise to love you forever more! Waterloo! Couldn’t escape if I wanted to!” She giggled and pranced around, in her own little world of warm Caribbean air and contagious happiness contained in the music. He loved to see Y/n this way; to see her not have a care in the world and let her true happiness shine through.

Her silly dance moves brought out a proper laugh to come from within Jack’s chest. She was truly out of pocket within, and that’s what made her Y/n. That’s what made her his Y/n.

“Oh my god! We should watch Just Go With It!”

“You need some water, mamas. Actin’ crazy, I love it but we’re gonna have the neighbors yelling at us,” he teased.

Jack finally got her inside with a promise of letting her put a face mask on him. So here he is, sat up against the headboard with her in his lap. She was delicately smearing the mask along his soft skin with her finger tips. This was his favorite place to be. In bed with his twin flame on his lap, giggling and being so fucking gentle with him. He never thought he’d be 23 with a ring in his suitcase. He always imagined being 23 and single, a different girl every week. It amazed him how comfortable Y/n was around him. She was truly herself when he was around. They completed one another. Jack blushed gently at Y/n’s fond comment: “Your freckles are darker cause of the sun.” Tenderly running her fingers along his cheeks and nose.

And yeah she fell asleep before putting her own mask on, but he didn’t care. She was his girl, and he couldn’t ever be mad at her. She’s so perfect for him; she’s the girl he’d write love songs about, the one he’d do anything for. Because she squeals when she gets excited, and is so polite and kind, and has the manners of a kitten, and god her face… Her smile and lips; her eyes, and that nose that scrunches up when she laughs. He sat and admired her naked body before turning the lights off, running his hands over the giant tan lines, her stretch marks that made her uniquely her.

He’d give it all up for her, and he couldn’t care less whether she would do the same or not.

@jacks-cafe @rottenforharlow @twtasjack @lcandothisallday @harlowscutie @privategardenjack @jackmanthomas @strawberryystyles

[kingkatsuki]

I’ve got sugar daddy Bakugou on my mind. Just him trying to convince you to let him take care of you. All you have to do is be at his beck and call. He’ll pay for whatever you want. He’s got that big hero money. Get you a nice apartment, pay for school or help your small business. Wanna go have a girls weekend at the beach? Sure just send him pics of you in that cute swimsuit he bought you. All you have to do is let him dress you up for every stupid hero event and scream as loud as possible when he fucks you in one of the empty rooms. If he’s had a long day maybe rub his scalp with those nails he paid for while you warm his cock.

I love that so much, Pro-Hero Bakugou doesn’t have the time to commit to a full time relationship so this kind of arrangement suits him perfectly. It’s just enough to keep his PR team off his back and it quenches the medias thirst for a story about why he’s been single for so long and the rumours that fly around about secret relationships. All it takes is a few interviews (paid of course) to the biggest magazines and it’s enough to keep them off his back until the next social engagement. The few interviews where he talks about you have the internet in a flurry about how they can tell how much he loves you with the look in his eyes when he talks about you, and how perfect you both look together. The mean comments dull in comparison, with bitter fans calling you a gold digger, or saying you’re too young for him.

Of course, Bakugou acts like you don’t see these interviews or comments, that you don’t know about them- but you do. You can’t help the ridiculous smile that graces your features whenever you read them or watch him talk about you. Neither of you had ever said the proper “I love yous” outside of the quick “love you” you’d send him whenever he’d buy you a cute new necklace or pay for your morning coffee. The importance you put in it being him that picked what colour your nails would be for this session because they would be wrapped around his cock. Showing him the shortlist of colours for him to pick from, sometimes he’d request his own shade, wanting to see you in his hero colours. That silent show of possession over you, he knew other men were looking at you- who wouldn’t? But you were his, at least for now. Smirking when you’d send him the finished product and see his hero colours staring back at him. His cock throbbing between his thighs at the thought of them wrapped around him.

It was something Bakugou didn’t realise he was missing in his life until he sought you out. Getting those texts from you first thing in the morning or late at night that showed you were thinking about him, texts throughout the day with selfies or pictures of you in cute outfits that had him smiling as he sat behind his desk at work, or even funny memes you found that you thought he would appreciate. It was never supposed to be anything serious, but soon the thought of losing you hurt more than anything else. It was something that continued to keep him up at night, even when you slept so soundly beside him. Your head against his muscular pec, even though his body had rounded out in his older years, the skin marred with scars of war and messy blond hairs, he was still in pretty good shape. Bakugou didn’t ever want to think of not having you in his life anymore.

What if you finally got bored of the money and no longer had to pay your bills/tuition? What if you wanted to find a proper relationship and you gave all of this up? What if he’d never see you again? These thoughts were on a constant circle in his mind— thoughts that a few years ago wouldn’t have even phased him? But now they did. And it was all because of you.