#caesar imagines

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ BATTLE TENDENCY

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x esidisi, kars, wamū, santana, caesar.

warnings: a little mature language !

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: another post !? hope you all had a great day, ily all<3

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

[almondx1ao]

More JJBA text posts for you!

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Cw: Mostly silliness, but Google translated Italian

Fem y/n

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

No following; Planet of the Apes fanfic Chap. 1

*Author's note*

Okay so we're gonna try something new here tumblr. Ever since I saw the new Planet of the apes film a month ago I got interested in the fandom once again but never thought anyone wrote fics for the fandom. After reading some on FF.net as well as here, it got me wanting to write a series while I'm on a writer's block for my current series. And thus this series was born.

This entire series will encompass the Andy Serkis trilogy and will be a Caesar fic. But it is STRICTLY PLATONIC so if that's not your cup of tea, no hate and just move on. This is my story and I'll write it the way I want to.

Now to those who wish to give this series a chance as you read, leave a comment down below if you wish to be tagged for updates (rn I'll be binge posting cause I've already got 10 chapters ready to go and be read).

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, swearing, violence. So this won't be for the light of heart (at least until I get to Dawn and then War).

Taglist:

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@waddles03

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Some say that the bonds between human and animal are a unique thing.  That there’s an unbreakable trust between the two and that they are fated to always be together.  Others say that like soulmates, there’s always an animal for a person who needs them the most.  For me, I would end up having the most unique of all bonds with an animal that is closest to my own species of animal.

This is the story of such a bond, this is the story of Lin and Caesar.

It was nightfall and pouring down rain as I rode home with my best friend Gabriella and her mother.  Gabi and I had known each other since Pre-K after we both had a love for the Disney movie Lilo and Stitch.  From that moment on we’ve been inseparable.  Currently I was getting a ride home with her mom after our strings class.

She and I after school go over to the rec center every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday nights and perform with the San Fransisco Strings and Orchestra for minors.  Gabi plays the cello and I play the violin.  We’re both pretty good if I do say so myself, our teacher tells us that we could eventually go far into the world of music if we set our mind to it.  But I think I’m good cause of my genetics, after all my grandpa was a former music professor and conductor.  But he doesn’t really play anymore, or at least he tries to.

We soon stopped at my house and I said grabbing my things and readied my umbrella.

“Thanks for the ride Mrs. Montez.”

“Anytime Lin sweetie. Watch out crossing the dark, wet sidewalk.”

“I will, see you tomorrow in class Gabi.”

“See yah Lin.” I quickly opened the door and opened up my umbrella before quickly racing across the sidewalk and up the stairs to my front door.  I took my key and unlocked the door but not before waving one final time and soon Mrs. Montez drove off down the road.

I entered inside and shook off my umbrella before hanging it to dry.  I also took off my raincoat and hung it up beside it before walking further into the house proclaiming.

“Hello? Grandpa? Uncle Will?” that’s when I heard the sound of cooing, like a baby cooing but it wasn’t human.  I set my violin case down to the banister by the front door and walked into the study room where I found a large box with holes sitting on the table.  As I got closer to it, I heard my uncle say.

“Oh perfect timing, guess that means I can show you both.” I turned and saw both my uncle and grandpa coming around from the kitchen entry.

“Show me what?” uncle Will walked passed me, ruffled my hair and stood over the box.

“Hey grandpa.”

“Hey sweetheart. Get another gold star from Ms. Honey for good behavior?” I smiled solemnly.  Ms. Honey was my kindergarten teacher, my current teacher is Mr. Simmons. 

My grandpa for the past couple of years has been dealing with Alzheimer’s disease.  Uncle Will told me that it’s a disease that slowly eats away at the brain’s cells, affecting memory and sometimes body function.  You see, my parents died in a plane crash when I was just 3 years old and in their will they had the next guardianship be my grandpa.  But two years ago, that’s when the disease started to take its effect on him.

So my uncle Will had to move in with us to help not only take care of me but of grandpa too.  And when he’s at work and I’m at school, a nice nurse comes in and helps take care of grandpa.

“Grandpa, I’m in the 4th grade. My teacher is Mr. Simmons. You know the nice man you and uncle Will met last month at the school picnic.” He looked dazed for a second but then said.

“Oh right, yeah I knew that.”

“Dad, Lin, come check this out.” Uncle Will said trying to redirect the conversation.  We came over and the second we looked inside, there lay a baby monkey.

“Is that a monkey?” I asked with a head tilt.

“He’s actually a chimpanzee, an ape.” Uncle Will corrected me.  Grandpa was in pure awe as he slowly reached in and touched the baby chimp.

“What is that? Is he injured?” he asked as I took notice of a mark right around the right side of his chest.  It was a prominent balding mark in a unique shape, a long oval shape with an additional stripe at the top.  Kinda reminded me of an incomplete cross or an unfinished F.

“No, I think that’s a birthmark.” Uncle Will said as he crossed into the kitchen and started putting some things into the fridge.  All the while grandpa picked up the baby chimp and lifted him high into the air like he was Simba.  The little guy was just small enough to fit between both of grandpa’s hands.

“Listen Lin,” he told me before he began quoting, “‘But as for Caesar, kneel down, kneel down and wonder.’”

“He’s so cute.” I awed as I reached out and touched his little toes.

“Yeah don’t get too attached, either of you.” Uncle Will told us.

“So why bring him here then if we can’t keep him?” I sassed.

“He’s not a dog or a cat, not even a bunny rabbit. He’s a wild animal. My coworker promised he’d try to find an animal sanctuary for him in a couple of days.” I let out a exasperated groan.

“Animal sanctuaries are still prisons.”

“Don’t get smart young lady.” My uncle playfully reprimanded as he pointed at me.

“It’s not polite to point.” I sassed back.

“Polite? Okay, I’ll show you polite.” My uncle said as he shut the fridge and giving me that narrowed but playful look in his eyes.  I took off running as he raced after me.  I got only up four stairs before I felt two arms wrap around me and he swung me away from the staircase and the next thing I felt was a wet finger in my ear.

“GAHH EWW UNCLE WILL!!!”

“Yeah your mom did this to me all the time when we were kids, now it’s payback.” He laughed.

“I’m innocent in this vile act!” I proclaimed dramatically.

“But you must pay for the sins of thy mother young youth!”

“Will, Maria, you two better stop horsing around in there.” At hearing my mom’s name we both settled down and a somber feeling was in the air.

“He’s been calling me that on and off for the past week.”

“Honestly who can blame him. You look so much like her when she was your age.” He said with a soft smile and he ruffled my hair again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And when have I ever lied about anything in regards to my big sister?”

“Never.”

“Exactly.” He then playfully nudged my side with his before changing the subject.  “Now please tell me you managed to eat dinner cause I’ve had a long day of work and I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Lucky for you, the rec center was hosting a pizza party after the past few months prepping for Districts last week. Maestro Fiyero said we earned a little break after working us so hard.”

“Good. Now why don’t you brush your teeth and get ready for bed.”

“Why does my curfew have to be 9 o’clock? I’m 10 years old, not five.”

“Growing girls needs sleep too you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell grandpa I said goodnight will yah?”

“Will do kid. Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“You too.” I grabbed my violin and raced on upstairs and did my nighttime routine before getting into bed and turning off the light.

As the night progressed, I soon heard the sounds of shrieks coming from the hallway.  I opened my eyes and looked at my clock to see that it was 2:30am.  I got up and let out a cough and muttered to myself.

“Need some juice.” Quietly I walked down the hallway towards the stairs but as I came to the bathroom I could hear the shower running as well as the bathroom sink.  Did grandpa accidentally leave the water running again after taking his shower?  No, Uncle Will would’ve turned it off by now.

I knocked softly on the door and I heard my uncle’s voice say.

“It’s just me dad.”

“I’m not grandpa.” I heard footsteps and the door cracked open and when he saw me, he brought me into the bathroom before closing it.  Immediately I was hit with the heat that had been trapped by the hot water that was coming from both the shower and the sink.

“What are you doing up so late Lin?”

“I heard shrieking and then I got thirsty.”

“Ohh sorry, guess this little guy woke you up too huh?” it was then I took notice of the baby chimp swaddled up in my uncle’s arms.  I looked down at him and he looked up at me, moving his grip from my uncle’s finger to mine as he cooed.

“He looks like he has a cold.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, his nose is kinda runny.”

“Well that’s normal for babies sometimes. He’s barely a day old. You definitely had a runny nose when you were born.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Oh yeah you were quite the little snot monster. The original boogeyman, or boogeygirl.” He said taking his free hand that was on top of the baby chimp and playfully gripped my nose.

“Uncle Will!” I whined softly which made him laugh.  Our moment was stopped as the baby chimp let out a few more coos before snuggling up to uncle Will, all the while the grip on my finger got a bit tighter.  I smiled down at him and said as I stroked my thumb over his tiny fingers.  “Are you sure we can’t keep him?”

“I’ll—think about it. Holding him like this….makes me think back to the day you were born. Boy your mom wouldn’t let me near you at first. Feared I was gonna drop you, she always had that fierce mama bear instinct right from the get-go. Even when we were growing up and as she tormented me at times. When I needed it, she was there with her hot-headed attitude.”

“I miss her uncle Will.”

“Me too kid. Me too.” I leaned up against him and he rested his head on top of mine giving it a soft kiss.  “Go on back to bed, I’ll stay up with him.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m used to all-nighters, one day you might get there when you’re composing your first symphony. But for now, head back to bed.”

“Can I still get my juice first? I’m thirsty.”

“Just this once. Just be quiet when passing Charles’ room.” I nodded before leaning down and gave the baby chimp a kiss to which he let out a cute yawn and quiet hoot.

“Goodnight little chimp. Night uncle Will.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and he said goodnight to me as I quietly left the bathroom shutting the door immediately as I got out.  I went downstairs, got my drink and went back to bed.

The next morning I was finishing my breakfast and packing my school books into my backpack as uncle Will was coming down with the baby chimp and set him up in my old high-stool chair that grandpa had kept.

“Where’s my car keys?” grandpa asked as he was patting through his robe and pj pockets.  “My car keys where’d you put them? I need to get Lin to school!” he said urgently.

“Dad.” Uncle Will calmly spoke to him. “You-you don’t drive anymore. And Lin takes the bus.” Grandpa looked at him with a blank stare before turning away and telling him.

“I know that.” It really does make me sad to see grandpa this way.  He always looks so dazed and lost, like he’s here with us but at the same time he’s not.  Sometimes he’ll just sit there and stare off into space, frozen in his spot and not say anything for a really long time.

“Here, why don’t you feed him? Can you do that?” uncle Will suggested holding up a baby bottle filled with milk.

“Of course I can.” Said grandpa coming over.  As uncle Will went to get his coffee (blech!) grandpa came over and grabbed the bottle which made the baby chimp go crazy with hunger as he reached out for it.  As soon as it was in reach, he grabbed the bottle from grandpa’s hand and immediately began drinking it as fast as he could.

I dropped my fork and stared at him in awe.  I was told that babies always needed help being fed for at least several months and yet after just being born yesterday, he was feeding himself.

“Will, look at this.” Grandpa said as uncle Will came back into the kitchen and saw what we saw.  “How old is he? Like a day old, two days old?” Uncle Will sat down as he examined the baby chimp confused.

“Yeah.” Uncle Will said lowly as he kept his eyes on the baby chimp.

“Oh he’s a smart one isn’t he?” said grandpa as he came around and sat on the other side of the baby and gently placed his hand on top of his head.  “What are you gonna name him?”

“I—I don’t know.” Uncle Will said unsure.  That’s when I saw it.  Now I’m no monkey or ape expert but from pictures I’ve seen in books they normally have dark eyes, mostly brown but this little guy.  His eyes were green.

A green eyed baby chimpanzee.  One look into his eyes and I knew that he was something very special.

[4dr3n4lin3]

two friends

[byakuyacoochie]

Size Matters - Jojo's x Reader

Summary: You "guess" the wrong condom size.

Characters: Anasui, Joseph, Bruno, Wamuu, Josuke, Caesar

A/n: I decided it would be good to try a prompt kinda fic that I see all the talented girlies do but I fear I did not eat with this one.

[soapchipss]

I really really hate this guy. (draws and thinks about this guy a lot)

[merbear25]

Unpacking what's been piling up (Corazon, Law, Kid, Caesar)

With everything that’s happened and you not being given the appropriate amount of time to process, giving yourself just that was going to be a long journey. Noticing the weight you’d been carrying and how it’d been draining you, he was there to offer you what you needed most.

a/n: just something to help me deal with things with a random mix of op men.

Corazon, Law, Kid, Caesar

CW: SFW, gn!reader, drabble, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, light cursing in Kid’s

Corazon: The state he found you in wasn’t how you wanted to start the conversation, but perhaps him seeing you with your broken heart was for the best—nothing could have made that moment more vulnerable. Not needing the context, he went to comfort you.

“What’s happened? Are you hurt?” Concern dripped from his lips. When you turned to him, there was no stopping the tears from flowing.

At first he couldn’t make out what you were saying, you choked on your words each time you attempted to talk.

He held you against him and stroked your hair as you tried to collect yourself. “Take your time. Don’t rush yourself. I’m not going anywhere.” Giving you that meant more than he may ever realize.

After allowing yourself that much needed time, you poured your heart out. “Why did they invite me if they were just going to ignore me? I don’t understand… did they just want to hurt me?” There was no contest when dealing with heartache, whether it was from a lover, family member, or friend that pain struck the core.

His brow furrowed as he recalled similar treatment you faced in the past. The reason as to why you had such misfortune would never justify what you were going through. Seeing you break down after opening yourself to a friendship that turned out to be one-sided tore him apart. He wanted to help you understand that their cruelty was not your weight to bear.

“I don’t know why, sweetheart, but they’re the ones with the problem, not you.” His voice was teetering on the edge of shared sorrow, trying to restrain himself so that he could be your rock.

“You’ll find friends—real friends.” He placed a firm kiss on the top of your head. “I promise you will.”

“What if I can’t? I don’t know if I can handle much more of this, Rosi…” He could feel his heart shattering at your words. How could he not have noticed the extent of this? He felt terrible because here you were all this time alone and afraid.

“Oh, my sweet, you deserve so much more than what you’ve been dealt. I know life can be cruel, believe me, but it isn’t all bad or all good. It simply is. There is a light to the darkness you’ve faced, trust me. I’ve seen it for myself.” The words just kept coming, hoping that there could be something for you to cling to for support. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure if anything he was doing or saying was the right thing. He just wanted you to know there was a chance at happiness.

“I just want the pain to stop… It hurts so much.” You choked out those last words. It felt like the pain would never end.

“It will, and I’ll be here to help every step of the way.” Cuddling you close, the warmth he gave you seemed like the only beacon of hope that there were others like him who could care about you like he could.

Law: After experiencing a loss, you went into an emotional tailspin. At times you found yourself in the eye of the storm, a false sense of calmness that would undoubtedly end. These gale force winds felt like they had no way out. There was so much you wanted to say to them, but no chance of allowing yourself to do so.

“It’s so unfair!” Seething through your teeth was the emotion you’d been reluctant to let loose.

Those words rang true for him. He watched you pacing back and forth to the point you could’ve created a rut in the floor. The anger of pained hurt and betrayal you were experiencing, it was everything he could sympathize with. An unfair world that picked and preyed on those most vulnerable, and yet you were still here fighting the odds stacked against you.

There was something refreshing about seeing this side of you. It was as if all those layers were being peeled back. He watched you let out the steam that was searing your flesh.

“I feel like everything was taken from me, and they’re not even around anymore to apologize for it, to… to yell and scream at. They’re just gone.” 

The fury streamed down your cheeks at knowing you’d never get that confrontation you deserved. Cooled from the iced mourning for the relationship you needed but never received, your next words were teased on your trembling lips. With the flood of animosity being swept away by grief, Law finally came to your side.

You knew he of all people would understand the depth of the waters you were drowning in. His arms tightened around you, acting as the life preserver in the rising tides. Gripping onto you more tightly, his own afflictions of the past were being brought out.

“It is unfair; you’re right.” He didn’t know what else to say other than everything you were feeling was justified. You had every right to be angry. “But you’re still here.” Such a simple observation at a glance that burrowed deep beneath surface level.

You could live the life you deserved. As he kept you close, all the rage from before twisted into the grief of what should have been. There was no changing the past, only the future you wanted for yourself.

While he held you against him, there was no stopping the second wave of tears. “Why was it so hard for them to love me?” You buried your face in his chest and cried to your heart’s content.

Although he wasn’t one to express himself freely, he was still capable of being there when you needed him most. More than just a shoulder to cry on, he cared for you more than you ever thought someone could.

“They didn’t deserve you,” he mumbled. If he could, he would take away all the pain you’d been carrying, instead he would be the one giving you the support you were void of for all those years. “You can be happy and be loved in spite of them.”

Kid: He was in the spirit to wreck something. To be fair, there weren’t many times he wasn’t in the mood to do that. Pissed off and looking for a target, many nearby scurried out of his line of fire. Your soft cries were muffled from behind the door, but Kid’s ears tuned in without any problems.

Marching up to the door, he pounded on it without thinking. “What are you crying about this time?” His unchecked rage pulled out your own.

You swung open the door and matched his energy. “Can’t you take a second to think before you act?” Your eyes were slightly reddened and puffy from the long hours of sobbing. He was caught off guard for a moment, but he wasn’t going to let your retaliation slide so easily.

“It’s not like I have much time to think when all I hear are your cries about this or that!” That stung just as he intended.

“What is your problem? No matter what your first reaction to anything is to punch or kill it!” You tried slamming the door in his face, but he slapped his hand to it to stop you.

“Well, maybe you should take a page out of my book? You’re angry, just be angry for once instead of hiding away in your room.” He was right—you were infuriated and with no real outlet, you had reduced yourself to forcing down any real chance at change.

“Fine!” You barged past him and hurried to the rotten tree trunks nearby. Following behind you, he felt like this was the push both of you needed: a place to unleash everything that was eating away at you.

“Go on then! Think of everyone that did you wrong and let go!” He shouted at you from behind. You grabbed an axe and let out a scream as you drove the blade down. When the stump split in half, you could hear his booming laugh cheering you on. Even though there were things about him that drove you mad, he knew how to push you.

Without warning, he charged up to your side and blasted a punch through a tall tree. The force behind it sent shock waves to the surrounding areas. He turned to you in a huff: his face red and sweaty, his sadistic smile from the physical exertion, and the panting from the thrill.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded and smiled back at him. “Yeah, it does!” Going to the next stump, he stopped you.

“Don’t waste your energy on pure adrenaline. You gotta concentrate it. Think of someone who did you so dirty, someone who you despise more than anyone else.” He watched you intently, seeing those gears turn in you as you envisioned that special person made him proud that you were finally taking some of his ideas seriously. “Got it?”

“Yeah.” You gripped the handle harder and your breathing became labored as all that hatred bubbled within you.

“Let fucking loose!”

With a power cry of rage, you threw that sharpened blade straight through the center of the rotten stump. Gritted teeth, tingles of pain prickling through your arms: you could feel every ounce of your distress being taken away. Steadying yourself, you took a moment to catch your breath.

“Feel better?” He came over to you and placed his hand on your waist to pull you close.

“Yeah, actually… Who knew you could give good advice?” Your teasing words made his cheeks flush a bright red.

“I always have good ideas! You just need to pay more attention.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed while you headed back with him.

Caesar: Humming to himself, he was absentmindedly wandering the halls in search of you. The good mood he was in caused the typically ominous clouds of gas to morph into lighter puffs. Finally finding you, he perked up at the sight. Your back was turned to him, blinding him to the pain you were carrying.

“I’ve been thinking, we should celebrate.” When you didn’t immediately ask what the occasion was, his eyes narrowed but he continued cheerfully. “You might be wondering why, but what other reason do we need than my overwhelming achievements.” 

He couldn’t resist chuckling at his own idea for self-indulgence, but when you didn’t match his enthusiasm, the joy on his face fell. He nearly shouted to get your attention, but the sniffle and quick wipe at your cheek stopped him. 

Oh, you were crying… he grimaced slightly at the displeasure of not exactly perfecting being able to comfort someone, but he knew he couldn’t just leave you there. However, he had many masks, so putting one on in order to approach you would suffice.

“Oh, my dear, what’s got you so down?” As he got a closer look at you, the genuine pain in your expression nearly caused that mask to crack.

“Just being tormented by the past more often than usual today.” You didn’t spill your guts to him immediately because you understood him well enough to know emotions weren't his strong suit.

He smirked slightly. “Is that all? What a silly thing to be upset about.” There was a hint of relief in his voice.

“What do you mean ‘is that all’? And it doesn’t feel ‘silly’ to me.” Just once you wanted him to be able to sympathize with you like any other person.

Standing idly by your side, his eyes casted down on you. There wasn’t any judgement in his gaze, though. You hadn’t really shown any frustration towards him before; it felt as if he was chipping away to the core of you. With a light sigh, he pulled up a chair next to you. His back was to the table and he propped himself up by his arms. He crossed his legs as he mulled over his own bitter past.

“You know, the past has long since died. All that anger and hatred can only live if its host allows it to.” The nonchalant tone carried itself to you easily.

Turning to him, your tears halted and your heartbeat was growing steady. “But how am I supposed to kill off these parasites?”

He smiled to himself. “There’s no one way, actually. But, if you don’t do anything, then you’ll just rot in the past.” Perhaps those words weren’t just meant for you. Self-reflection wasn’t something he was used to, but being around you had him doing it more and more often.

Shaking his head as if to rattle out those emotions peeking through, he gently patted your leg before getting up. “Well, I’m going to celebrate. You’re free to join me, of course.”

While you watched him go towards the door, a smile twitched at your lips. You went to follow him, your first step towards leaving the past behind you.

[uncleclaudius]

The base of a table with lion paws and heads. The top was probably made of wood and decayed over time. The inscription bears the name of the original owner whom archaeologists identify as Publius Servilius Casca Longus, the first of Caesar's assassins to strike him. Casca died in the Battle of Phillipi and his property was auctioned off by Octavian which is how the table ended up in a luxurious villa in Pompeii. It might also have been considered a historical curiosity at that time, just as it is now.

[a-stars-art-blog]

I’ve been having thoughts. Completely Normal and not emotionally unstable thoughts.

I DEMAND more Joseph seeing/treating Kakyoin as a 2nd grandson content ITS TOO CUTE

[magnificentmaleficent]

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ |ɴᴏᴀ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: Jealousy 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Noa x F! Human! Reader 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Noa, the young leader of the Eagle Clan, has been drawn to the Echo female the clan had took in after he saved her. She bonds easily with the clan, with his friends, even with his mother Dar. Though Noa struggles with his newfond jealousy when he sees Anaya giving her attention. Will his jealousy boil over his control? What will happen when he confronts her?

♡～～♥～～♡～～♥～～♡～～♥～～♡

The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows on the faces gathered around it. Noa sat near his mother, absently chewing on a piece of roasted fish while his eyes followed her. She sat cross-legged, laughter shining in her eyes as she spoke to the young ones, who were transfixed by her words, her hands weaving stories of places they had never seen, of humans and old legends, of a world before their own.  Even the eagles seemed to like her, especially Eagle sun, who would always bring her little trinkets or fishes if she joined them on hunts.

She belonged here.

Noa had not expected that. 

The first time he had seen her, bloodied and weak, he had only thought of survival, of Raka’s words, of Caesar's... Of what she could mean for them—for him. Humans were dangerous, unpredictable, and only thought about themselves. But she… she was something else. She had woven herself into their lives like the roots of an ancient tree, steady and firm, until it was impossible to imagine the village without her presence.

His mother, Dar, adored her. The young apes clung to her words. Soona and especially Anaya with his endless teasing, had warmed to her in ways that made Noa’s chest tighten.

He watched now as Anaya leaned over, pressing a piece of ripe fruit into her hand with a soft hoot and  an easy grin. She smiled, thanked him softly, and took a bite.

Noa felt his fingers clench around his own food. A bitter taste rose in his throat, though he had not swallowed anything bitter.

The firelight suddenly seemed too bright, the voices too loud, and the air too thick. He had never been one to question his emotions, but this… this unfamiliar tightening in his chest, the heat curling in his belly—it unsettled him.

He pushed away his half-eaten meal and rose to his feet, ignoring the questioning glance from Dar. He needed air, needed space, needed—

You.

He climbed to the eagles’ tower, hoping it would calm the raging storm in his mind and that the sickening coil would disappear. Your smile flashed through his mind, eyes bright with the fire’s flames and softly looking at the clan’s young ones.

Would she look at him like that too? Would she look at him with love?

Could she only look at him?

Noa’s conscience  (that sounded a lot like Soona’s voice) reprimanded him for feeling jealous of the children of the clan, of any ape that interacted with her. But a more animalistic part of him roared that you were meant for him and was begging him to go and show you that he was the best choice as a mate. Show his prowess as master of the birds, as leader of the eagle clan, fight the other apes and lay claim on you.

He felt his restraint waning.

He could not control himself anymore, he needed to see her– see you.

The night was well in when he climbed down the eagles tower, the stars and dim fire the only light illuminating Noa’s green gaze, more serious than ever.  He found her outside her hut, the soft glow of the fire casting long shadows. She turned when she heard him approach, her gaze warm although surprised.

“Noa?”

He stopped a few paces away, uncertain. The jealousy still burned, hot and undeniable, and yet, beneath it, something deeper stirred. Something he had been afraid to name.

“You… you are close with Anaya,” he said, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

You blinked and tilted your head, studying him. “I suppose I am. He’s my friend. Like you.”

Noa’s hands curled at his sides. “Not like me– Not like Noa.”

Silence stretched between the two of you, thick as early winter’s mist. Taking a careful step forward, you murmured, “Then tell me,” voice soft and tinted with something he couldn’t quite decipher. “How are you different?”

His heart pounded loud, the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. He had fought Proximus Caesar and won, had faced dangers beyond count but this—this was something else entirely. This was losing control in a way that frightened him. He felt like a young ape again, clumsy, afraid...

“I don’t like seeing you with him,” he admitted in a low voice. “I don’t like the way he looks at you. The way you smile at him–.” He exhaled sharply, frustrated at his own lack of words. “I don’t like that I care.”

Your expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across your features. Then, to his surprise, you smiled, understanding shining in your eyes. Gently reaching out for him, hesitating only a moment before resting your palm against the scar on his chest. His skin burned hot where your skin touched his.

“Noa,” you whispered, voice steady as the river’s flow and warm like the sun’s rays in the morning. “You don’t have to be afraid of what you feel.”

He swallowed hard, his green eyes looking for yours. “And what if I am?”

Stepping even closer, until there was no space left between you, until he could hear the soft hitch of your breath. “Then let me show you.”

Softly your hands wrapped around his neck, holding his head gently as your foreheads touched shyly.

Closing your eyes, you felt Noa tense under your hands until his arms wrapped around you tightly, holding your head closer to his, with a need that surprised both of you.  A breath of your name as Noa's eyes fluttered closed.

Then, your lips softly kissed his. A brief, shy peck. Short but full of meaning.

A human kiss.

It was nothing like he expected—soft yet certain, delicate yet powerful. The world around you two faded, the firelight, the village, the elders, Anaya… Gone with the whispers of the wind, disappearing into the warmth of your lips against his. He responded instinctively yet clumsily, unfamiliar with the Echo customs. His arms wrapping around your waist, holding tight as if letting go would mean losing something vital.

When you finally pulled away, much to the ape’s chagrin, his eyes met yours, those beautiful eyes that looked up at him with quiet certainty and a deep loving glint. “You don’t have to be jealous, Noa,” your voice echoed in the darkness of the forest, resting your forehead against his again. “Because it’s you. It’s always been you.”

Noa closed his eyes, inhaling the truth of your words, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself believe.

A small, breathy laugh escaped you as you nudged his shoulder playfully. “You’re adorable when you’re brooding, you know that?”

His ears twitched, and you could swear he was blushing under his fur, warmth spreading across his face as he fixed you with a playful glare. “I don’t brood.”

Smirking at his cute behaviour, your fingers running through the rough fur on the nape of his neck. “You do. But I like it.”

Noa sighed, defeated but content, letting his forehead rest against you once more and pulling your bodies as close as physically possible. The tension he had carried all evening melted away with each caress of your fingers. 

“Stay with me,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “Please”

Smiling, fingers curling around him, foreheads like hearts, finally united.

 “Always.”

A/N: Have any request for PotA? Let me know!

[bebegi]

𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐟!𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬

genre: texts | very very fluffy and romantic

warnings: joseph?

requested: Could you maybe do Ceasar bf texts 🥺

notes: the 1st and 2nd // 3rd and 4th go together, the rest are individual chats + bonus group chat.

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notes³: yes, the answer is yes I do love this man even if he's Italian I LOVE HIM

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[almondx1ao]

Right back at it again bringing you another JJBA text post

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Cw: Google translated Italian, more Caesar fluff

JoJo's p2 chaos

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

No following; Planet of the apes fanfic Chap. 6

*Author's note*

We've now reached the end for the first POTA Serkis movie. I'll continue to post up the chapters that I've got for DAWN throughout the day and then once I'm all caught up, it'll have to be a waiting game from then on out but like I said, I've gotten a bit of the sequel movie done so you'll get a lot of chapters your way. Thanks for giving this story a read guys and remember, if you'd like to be tagged for this series, leave a comment below.

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Things after that afternoon between Will and I were strained.  I had refused to talk to him or even look him in the eye, and even though he’d try to patch things up, there was always this tense, awkwardness in the air.  So most of the time, he just gave me my space.  Even when Caroline tried to play mediator and have us be in the same room to try and talk, nothing ever got done.

I was already in the process of packing my bags for college so that way when the day came that I could move into the dorms, I’d just pack up and ride as far from here as possible.  At this point, there’s nothing for me here, and hell there’s no need for me to visit every weekend anymore.  With Caesar gone and grandpa dead, home just didn’t feel like home to me anymore.

I woke up and stretched myself out, but I was surprised to see a couple of things.  First of all I had been placed in my bed and was covered up.  I know for a fact I hadn’t gone to my bed cause I was at my computer looking at my schedule and seeing if I had received any emails from any of my professors for the first term.

Also my violin had been brought back into my room.  I had tossed it out just shortly after grandpa had passed away.  I couldn’t even look at it cause it reminded me too much of our times making music together and remembering those days still made my heart ache.  So I had placed it in the shed and maybe until I’d leave for college, I’d take it out.

“Lin.” Caroline’s voice spoke up as she opened my door.  “Lin, I know this is odd for me to ask but—have you been into Caesar’s room recently?”

“Why would I go there? He’s not here anymore, nor does he want to be here.” I replied.

“Will says he saw the pully rope that attached to his stairway was moving. I haven’t been in it and neither has he.” I perked up and turned to my violin and things started to click.  That’s when she noticed my violin, “Hold on, didn’t you—”

“I had that put in the shed after grandpa’s funeral. And I didn’t fall asleep in my bed last night.” Our eyes both widened as she urgently told me.

“Get dressed.” I threw the fleece blanket off of me and raced over to my closet and grabbed the first shirt and jeans I could find.  Once I got dressed, both Will and Caroline were now dressed as Will filled me in.

“No one’s answering at the shelter. You following on your bike or—”

“I’ll get there faster on my bike.” I said as I ran towards it and getting the tarp cover off of it.  I mounted it and immediately turned it on as Will and Caroline got into Will’s BMW station wagon.  I revved my engine a few times before taking off down the street as quick as I could towards the shelter.

Hundreds of thoughts were going through my mind.  How did Caesar escape with no one noticing? Why did he come back to the house? What did he get? And why bring my violin back inside or take the time to tuck me into bed? I sped up as I now drove up the winding hills that led to the shelter until I finally reached the gates.

Surprisingly, neither Rodney nor Dodge were at the front gates.  Usually it’s the two of them first thing in the morning before Mr. Landon comes around for a few hours and then leaves.  I shut off my bike and as I got off it, Will’s car soon pulled up next to me.

“Neither of them are at the gate like they usually are by this time.” I told them as they got out of the car.

“Alright, come on there’s gotta be another way in.” The three of us raced around towards the back entrance to find the doors were broken off their hinges.  We looked at each other worriedly before racing inside and coming around towards the back office.  “Landon? Landon!”

“The cages are down there.” I told them as I led them across the backroom and down the winding ramp where all the cages were, but it was shocking to see all of them were completely empty.  Not a single ape could be found in the long corridors, and each cage door had been opened.

But what truly stuck out was the sudden smell of burning flesh.  I looked down and right at my feet was Dodge Landon.  I shrieked as uncle Will came over and pulled me away from Dodge’s body.  He knelt down to check his pulse but I could already tell from the severe degree of burns he had, and the fact that he wasn’t breathing that he had to have been dead for several hours, at least.

I continued to walk pass each cage hoping to find some sort of clue when Caroline called out.

“Will! Lin!” we raced towards the last cage that she now opened up herself and I proclaimed.

“Rodney!” I knelt down beside him, the poor man was curled in feeble position, fear and shock was permanently etched to his face, and I could see the faint bruising around his neck and face.  “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s Lin, remember?” he whimpered but I saw him mouth out my name and I gave him a soft nod.  My uncle knelt down beside me and asked Rodney.

“What happened?”

“He spoke.” Rodney whimpered softly.  Almost so quietly, we almost didn’t even hear him.

“What do you—what?” Will asked perplexed.

“Your ape…..he spoke.” Rodney said again, this time an intensity to his voice.

Oh. My. God.  Caesar could…..speak now? Holy shit.

“We have to call this in.” Caroline said.  “Tell them that they’ve all escaped. And get Rodney some help.”

“I agree with getting Rodney help, but you know what they’ll do. They’ll just start shooting at every ape they see, including Caesar.” Said uncle Will.

“It’s better they hear it from us than from Landon.”

“She’s right. He’ll just spin it as rabid apes that killed his son. At least from us, it’ll be an unbiased report of an animal escape.” I agreed with Caroline.  Will took a few deep breaths before taking out his phone and called 911.

Within minutes, police and an ambulance arrived as Rodney was being wheeled outside, I heard Rodney call out my name.  The medics stopped and I came up to him.

“He—he also told me. To give you a message.” My eyes widened.  “He said….. ‘keep playing nightingale.’” And with that the medics rolled him out after deducing his statement as part of the shock he was experiencing.  My heart felt heavy but at the same time, lighter than it had been since grandpa passed away.

I went back to the security room where some officers, Will, Caroline and now Mr. Landon all watched Dodge’s last and final moments that were captured by the security camera.  We all saw Caesar come into the frame with the hose, while Dodge stood with the cattle prod in his hand.

“What the hell?” a cop spoke up.

“‘I’m gonna skin each and every one of you!’” Those were Dodge’s final words before he was sprayed by the hose but also electrocuted by the cattle prod that I could hear was at full charge.

I know it’s not right to speak ill of the dead, but Dodge kinda deserved it.  Didn’t he know that water is a strong conductor for electricity? If he hadn’t had the prod in his hands, all he would’ve gotten was a spray full of water.  Probably given a taste of his own medicine, Caesar would never have done it to kill him.

But the evidence was all the police needed.  Immediately they started moving out to go on the hunt for every ape loose in San Fransisco.  I came up to the car window and asked.

“What do we do now?”

“I know where’s he’s headed. Keep on our tail.” I nodded and soon Will hit the gas and drove away from the shelter and I followed close behind them.

Will took us across the backroads in order to avoid the city.  And when I saw the Golden gate bridge pass the fog, that’s when it hit me.  Of course he’d take them there.  That’s all he wants is to take them home, to a place where there’s nothing but rich green grass and trees taller than the tallest buildings San Fransisco has.

I revved my engine as I drove up close to Will’s station wagon and Caroline turned to face me.  I quickly pointed at the bridge and I saw her say something to Will and he and I nodded to each other as I revved my engine faster and he drove behind me.

But as we finally came to the bridge, traffic was piling up and a crowd of people were being evacuated.  Police, SWAT team, riot police, every law enforcement officer was now on the bridge trying to get everyone off the bridge, while the crowd were screaming in a panic.

I had a sinking feeling that Caesar and the other apes must’ve already passed through here and were somewhere pass the fog shrouding the bridge.  Both Will and I weaved our motor vehicles through the crowded traffic until police force stopped us right in our tracks.

“Turn that bike around, keep moving. Get off the bridge, now!” I took off my helmet and the officer told me again.  “Ma’am I won’t ask you again, turn the bike around and evacuate the bridge now!”

“What’s the reason for officer?” I asked.

“You need to evacuate the bridge now. This is your last warning ma’am.”

“I can’t turn this bike around until you give me a better reason. Is there a bomb? A hostage situation with children on a school bus?”

“Alright, get off your bike and put your hands behind your back.” I revved my bike and sneered.

“Not this time.” I drove past him and several other officers.  I drove past the barricade they tried to make and I stopped just midway through the traffic.  I then ditched my bike as I saw the riot police coming up through the narrow pathways the cars would allow them on their horses.  Fully armed and ready to take down the apes.

“This is gonna be a blood bath.”

“Push them north!” I heard a riot officer cry out as their horses began the charge across the bridge.  I got behind a black SUV and I quickly peeked pass the car to see my uncle running down the street with a riot officer running right behind him.  I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to the side as the horse ran right by us.

“Lin?”

“It’s too late to turn back now. You and I can settle our grievances later, right now we’ve got more important things to deal with.” He panted heavily but nodded.

“Don’t leave my side for a second. If there’s gunfire, you get low and don’t come up for any reason. Got it?” I nodded.  At that moment we heard the sound of apes shrieking in pain as the riot police force began swatting at every ape they got up to with their batons.

Now these riot police are more than just your average cops, but not on the extreme level of the SWAT team.  They are hired because of how hard they can hit someone with brute strength alone, and be practically emotionless when taking down panicked rioters.  And when riding on top of their horses, it was like seeing a modern day calvary charge like back in WW1 England.

“Let’s go.” Will said as he took my hand and we both ran ahead down the street.  It felt like being in a horror movie with how vacant the Golden gate bridge was without all the traffic noise and no person in sight.

The second we heard any sound of gunfire through the fog, Will immediately stopped and had us hide behind some cars and he shielded me with his body.

“Don’t get up!” he warned me as he buried my head into his chest.  The faint sounds of gunfire from both semi and automatic weapons as well as pistols echoed through the dense fog, and I didn’t know whether not seeing them or seeing them was scarier.  Then as quickly as they started, it all went silent again.  After a few moments of silence, a roar soon pierced the air and I muttered.

“Caesar.” It had to be him.  Soon the sounds of apes shrieking aggressively and panicked screams of the police and guns going off soon took over the deserted bridge.  Will and I looked at each other and he said.

“Keep low and follow me. Once there’s no more gun fire, we make a break for it.” I nodded as we stuck close hiding between car to car, and any chance we heard gunfire, we quickly ducked behind the car before moving again.

After about 5-10 minutes, the sounds of gunfire finally stopped and all that could be heard was the sounds of the apes shrieking and screeching victoriously.  That’s when Will and I made a break for it and sprinted down the bridge until we came the turned over bus that the apes must’ve used as a decoy before ambushing the officers.

“CAESAR!” both Will and I cried out.  Caesar, who was on top of a police car, let out a roar before quickly turning toward us, a stunned look on his face.  But our brief reunion was cut short by the sound of helicopter blades whirling.

Once the chopper was over the bridge, the sound of rapid gunfire rang out as bullets were flying everywhere, including us.

“CAESAR NO!!!” I cried out as Will pulled me behind the bus and as the bullets bounced through the entire bus, uncle Will encompassed me with his entire body as we got as low as possible as the bullets continued to rain hellfire.

Okay, this was actually more frightening than just hearing the bullets just a quarter mile down the bridge.  Actually hearing a gun go off and bullets brushing leaves you with a high-pitched ringing in your ears.  Your world goes muffled and faint and you can only hope and pray that you’re not shot by the next several rounds as they get closer and closer to you.

It almost felt like an eternity before the rain of gunfire finally stopped but as both uncle Will and I looked up, we saw the helicopter suddenly start to spin out of control.  That’s when I noticed the form of a gorilla had somehow managed to launch himself into the chopper and bring it down.  And it was heading towards us!

“LIN GET DOWN!!” Uncle Will threw himself over me as we got to the other end of the bus, Will’s body on top of mine as the helicopter crashed into the side of the bridge just hitting barely a foot from where we had stood to get Caesar’s attention.  I felt the heat of the explosion even through my uncle’s body as I heard the sound of a few cop cars blow up along with the chopper before all went quiet once more.

The air was tainted with the smell of burnt fuel and rubber, and the stray flames decorated the Golden gate bridge like flowers in a meadow.  But what caught my attention were some of the dead ape bodies that now lined the streets of the Golden gate bridge.

All of this…..for what? All they wanted was to go to their new home, but like always we humans would rather shoot a wild animal first and ask questions later.  Supreme intelligence, more like egotistical supremacy.  I shook my head shamefully at all this destruction and death when I felt uncle Will gently take my arm.

“They’re moving out, come on.” We ran past the bus and headed towards one of the few police cars that somehow miraculously wasn’t hit when the chopper crashed.  Will got into the driver’s seat while I got into the passenger’s seat, and the second I closed the door, he shifted the stick to Drive and he floored it down the bridge.

We drove over the same road we took practically every weekend to take Caesar to the Redwoods entrance.  The second we came to the entrance, Will put the car in park and we both ran out the car and raced into the forest’s main entrance. 

We ran through the redwoods as fast as our legs could carry us, all the while uncle Will called out Caesar’s name.  From above, I could see the faint silhouettes of apes swinging from above us.  We came to clearing where Caesar’s favorite tree to climb was and this time I called out Caesar’s name.

When out of nowhere, both uncle Will and I were knocked to the ground, my chest aching from having the wind nearly knocked out of me.  Uncle Will came in front of me as a scarred-face bonobo chimp stared us down snarling.  He got closer and closer to uncle Will, but he made sure that this ape wouldn’t get to me first.  But just when I thought I was going to see my uncle’s face get ripped apart, another figure came and pushed the bonobo aside.

The bonobo was tossed and rolled across the ground a few feet away from us.  As it tried to come back toward us, it soon stopped as the figure stood tall and dominant.  The figure turned out to be none other than Caesar.  He gave the bonobo a dominant grunt and a hard stare, daring it to challenge him.  But the bonobo refused and ran off deep into the woods.

Caesar turned to us and we all stared at each other for a moment.  Caesar then slowly extended his hand out to uncle Will and after a brief moment of hesitation, Will took his hand and Caesar pulled him up.  Caesar then turned back to me and extended his hand out to me next.  I took it and he gently helped me up.  At this point I couldn’t contain myself, I immediately embraced him and choked out.

“Thank god you’re alright.” I tried to suck in my tears but I could feel them burning behind my eye lids.  Caesar pulled away from my embrace but cupped my face between his hands and gently placed his forehead to mine.  After our sibling reunion, we turned to Will and he said to Caesar.

“Caesar, I’m sorry. This is my fault. This has to stop, this isn’t the way. You know what they’re capable of. Please come home. If you come home, I’ll protect you.” How? This—this is so much bigger than us now. Plus…. At that moment, the rest of the apes soon came out all looking to Caesar.  Without him, these apes are lost.  They need Caesar even more than Will or I do.

There was silence as the two of them looked at each other, Will’s eyes pleading for Caesar to come home but I knew from the look on his face that Caesar made his choice.  Softly and slowly, he brought Will into his arms and pulled him close.  One hand around the back of Will’s head while the other was resting over his shoulder.  Then just loud enough for the both of us to hear, he spoke into Will’s ear.

“Caesar is home.” Whoa.  That deep, gravely yet warm voice sent chills up my arms.  Uncle Will jumped back in surprise as Caesar kept his arms near his body but allowed him to back away.  His eyes widened in shock as he stared at Caesar.  Caesar gave uncle Will a pat on the shoulder as uncle Will finally began to understand.

“Okay, Caesar’s home.” Finally there was an understanding between the two.  Will finally learned to let go and Caesar could finally be himself, and not who we tried to make him be.  Then Caesar turned his attention to me.

Even though I’ve now accepted his choice, it still didn’t make it easier.  Tears burned my eyes as I looked down, my shoulders shaking.  I soon felt Caesar’s rough, leather hand come up and touch the edge of my right eye, wiping the tears that bled out with his curled fingers.

“Lin,” he said to me.  I looked up at him as he told me as he signed what I’d used to sign and speak to him, “You…stay. I—go.” My heart shattered and my throat clenched as I looked down again.  He lifted my chin up before finishing as he waved his finger at me, “No….following.”

“You’ve been waiting eight years to finally say that back to me.” I choked out a laugh as Caesar huffed one out.  His green eyes looking at me lovingly but held such strength to them.  I embraced him once again as I cried into his shoulder. “You’ll always be in my heart.”

We rocked back and forth softly before he released me and slowly backed away from me, the last bit of touch I felt from him was his fingers brushing against mine.  Uncle Will came up to me, holding onto my shoulder to not only hold me back but to give me comfort.

“Goodbye Caesar.” I softly whispered as the tears continued to spill down my face.

“Go.” Will told him.  Caesar then turned his back on us and walked over to his troupe.  All of them looking to him as their great leader, much like the figure he was named after.  Some began to give him the supplicating gesture, to which Caesar accepted from them as they parted like the Red Sea and let him stand before his tree.

Caesar looked to each of his apes as they now all stood up on their back legs just like him before racing towards his tree and began climbing up it, followed by the other apes going up the various other trees nearby.

My tears that were once filled with sorrow and heartache, now turned to joy and pride as I smiled and watched as Caesar climbed far past the skyline with his people.

Caesar was home, and he didn’t need me to follow him.

[thegrinningghost]

“ . . . ”

“ . . . et tu, Brute?”

— The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Shakespeare

[takusan-no-ai]

Burning Desires

PAIRING: Burnice/Caesar/Piper/Luciana x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a crush on (Y/N), Phaethon’s younger brother.

Burnice was ecstatic when she learned that Phaethon had a little brother. Finally someone who can keep up with her energy! At least that’s what she thought. Sure, you entertained her shenanigans more than the others, but you were a sloth yourself. Even still Burnice always found a way to be the life of the party whenever things got boring.

She honestly didn’t know you weren’t aware of your siblings proxy work; being in the Outer Ring busy making nitro fuel and all. When you stormed off from Random Play to clear your head, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, the first thing you did was call Burnice. Asking her if she was free to talk. She wasn’t expecting for you to sound so strained and upset, like you desperately needed a distraction. Nonetheless she still entertained your presence with a bright smile.

Burnice noticed you’d treat her a little differently, maybe it was because she never tried to lie or hide about Phaethon, but you started to match her energy; more recklessness, more fun, and even a little bit of pyromaniac charm. And Burnice knew she liked you. For a long while now she’d know she had a thing for Phaethon’s younger brother.

Burnice was always more than happy to help her crush, and she was really touched when you didn’t push the blame of your anger onto her, despite how easy it would’ve been to deflect the blame. That you simply wanted to spend more time together, that she was the person you thought to call when in need of comfort; Burnice felt a little selfish for being happy all this happened.

Burnice watched from within Cheesetopia as (Y/N) stared down at his phone. He held a somber expression, constantly looking up and down at it. His thumb hovering over the call button.

Ever since the argument with Belle and Wise, he hasn’t returned home. Said he needed some time to think. They were understanding enough and asked the Sons of Calydon to keep an eye on him.

He was so engrossed at the name on his screen that he didn’t notice the shadow looming over him. With a strong thrust, Burnice hip bumped (Y/N) back to reality. A reality where he was now fighting to regain balance and not fall.

Burnice grabbed his hand, now forcing him to face her. “If you wanna talk to them then you should!” She began, a small smile on her face. “I’d hate it if you regretted never reconciling with your siblings, let alone never even talking to them again.”

(Y/N) put his phone away, clearing his throat. “Nah. I don’t feel like it right now; let’s just go complete another commission with Pulchra.” He trotted off to find Pulchra. Ever since he learned of the proxy business his siblings had been doing he decided to become a mercenary for hire.

Pulchra and Burnice have been training him and helping him get used to hollows. His reason for doing all this? Because they told him the secret was kept for his own safety.

“He’s just going through a phase. Eager to prove himself.” Lighter said to a now deflated Burnice.

“But he clearly means to see it all through. What if he chooses the life of a mercenary and completely abandons his family?”

Lighter stared at Burnice and then looked towards (Y/N) who was now waving her to come over.

“Why don’t you ask him then? You love him, right?” He teased. Burnice blushed lightly, the glow having returned to her eyes.

She rushed over to (Y/N) and locked arms with him, the latter jumping at the sudden contact. “Sorry kitty, but I need to borrow my little firecracker for a second.” Pulchra felt her spine shiver at the look in Burnice’s eyes. That same glow when she almost burnt…ugh.

“Take him. Long as you want.” Pulchra quickly spoke as she jetted.

Just like that (Y/N) was taken to a secluded spot, a little ways away from the Sons of Calydon base. “What’s going on?” He asked.

She sat down on a bench and patted the seat next to her, beckoning him to sit as well. (Y/N) sat down on the opposite end, sweating slightly. This wasn’t the first time Burnice made him nervous. Outside of the obvious reason, this one seemed more…targeted.

She took a deep breath before grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Stop avoiding the inevitable! Even if you hate me for saying this, I just have to. You’re clearly hurting and deflecting the pain. And as much as I love being near you all the time because I’m in love with you, you can’t keep putting yourself second place; your feelings matter.” She took another deep breath, having said all that without a pause.

(Y/N) stared at her, bewildered. And blushing. “Uh…wait a moment.” He tried to rack his thoughts together. “Thanks for the concern. I know that I have to talk to them eventually. And I want to. I just…want to be stronger first. So that they’ll know they don’t have to worry for me anymore.”

He coughed in his hand.

“Also…did you say you’re in love with me?”

Burnice nodded.

“Yep! I love ya, maybe more than nitro fuel!”

Caesar loved hanging out with you. Being the more quiet and reserved type, you didn’t tend to blab about secrets or tease others endlessly. Unlike SOME people (Lucy). She could be herself around you. Shy, reading romance novels, and writing in her diary. This led to her being a little too comfortable with you. To the point she almost forgot you were a young man and barely stopped herself from walking around your room in a towel after taking a shower in your bathroom.

Caesar was mindful of Belle and Wise not wanting you to know about their side business. But she didn’t know the full extent of what you were and weren’t aware of. So when you asked her to meet you at Lumina Square to talk she was more than a little nervous you had found out. Caesar didn’t want your relationship with her to turn sour.

And for a little while it felt like it had. You were more standoffish, quicker to the point; but you still hung out with her. It was so confusing. You were obviously hurting and felt betrayed by those around you, yet you kept clinging to Caesar.

Caesar was scared for you. More than just because she loved you. She knew how important trust was, and that it can make or break anything. You both still clung to each other, yet it felt like you were always miles away, despite just being mere centimeters apart. Every time she looked you in eyes, there was a longing, one riddled with fear.

The pair exited the theater, having watched a new romance movie. Caesar tried to enjoy it, but her mind kept wandering off (Y/N). He looked fine. But he barely spoke a word. And it had been weeks since he last smiled.

“Well—uhm that was fun. How about we get a bite to eat? I heard the noodles were great here.” She tried to steer the conversation to something casual, but the atmosphere couldn’t have been any more awkward.

(Y/N) looked at the train station. Caesar followed his line of sight and quickly waved her hands.

“Not the Sixth Street one! How about we just go for a walk instead?” Her voice cracked. This wasn’t getting any better. She felt like she was walking on eggshells. One word about Phaethon and (Y/N) looked like he was ready to cry.

He nodded in agreement, already walking towards the park.

They gazed out at the sea, the sky turning a molten hue. Caesar could feel the words stuck in her throat. She knew what to say, but did she have the strength to say them?

Sniffles caught her attention. She turned around and saw a small child, no older than eight, crying. Her face scrunched up, and fisted balled, it was evident she was upset.

(Y/N) walked towards the girl and crouched down in front of her. Caesar watched him from a distance. The setting sun illuminated his face, the soft gaze in his eyes hypnotic.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mommy and daddy lied! They promised to stay together forever!” She shouted out.

“They’re getting divorced? Sounds tough.”

“They promised! I don’t want to pick! I’m never going home. That’ll force them to stay together.” She prattled on.

(Y/N) scowled, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on his legs. “Why would that fix anything?”

“Because…it’s my fault. Things would be easier if I weren’t there. They wouldn’t have to lie. Or fight.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were burning red, tears prickling them. Caesar stepped forward, encompassing both of their hands in hers.

“Mommy and daddy love you, and I’m sure they’re worried out of their minds about you. Even if they stayed together forever, their feelings wouldn’t be any different.” (Y/N) gazed at Caesar, his mouth curving upward.

“Trust is important. And when it’s broken, it hurts. Badly. But sometimes it comes down to either breaking a promise or living in shame. Coming out with the truth instead of leaving you to find out for yourself. That’s honorable; it hurts, but it’s better than feeling lied to in secret.”

The little girl seemed to understand, having wiped away her tears. Together, Caesar and (Y/N) walked her back home. Her parents engulfed her, thankful for her safe return.

“Hey…,” he said to Caesar, watching the mom and dad fretting over their daughter. “…thank you. For putting up with me. And…for saying that.”

She looked at him confused. (Y/N) turned to look at her, his eyes focused on her. So much that Caesar could see her own reflection in them.

He walked forward, holding both of her hands gently.

“I couldn’t say those words because it meant acknowledging how much it all hurts. I love Belle and Wise, but I’m scared. More than anything. Scared that they regret me being in their lives. That I’m such a nuisance they would rather keep their double life a secret than tell me.”

Caesar fought back tears.

“But I know they love me. They love me so much they don’t want to see me hurt. But they still pained me in a way that even I can’t comprehend. Yet I love them. And I want to trust them again.”

He leaned forward.

“I want to trust everyone again. Including you. Because…,” he blushed, not finishing his sentence. Caesar could feel her heart race. Her face burning so bright it hurt.

He kissed her quickly, immediately walking away. Caesar stared off into the distance. (Y/N) turned around, scratching his head, sighing. He walked back and grasped her hands.

“Cmon. Let’s go eat some noodles.”

Piper vibed with you a little too well. Both just chilling, occasionally getting excited about something, just living life step by step. The most shocking part is how often Piper came close to telling you about the proxy business your siblings had going on; she knew they just wanted to keep you “safe” but that never meant she wouldn’t tell you the truth if you ever asked or got curious.

That’s likely why when Belle called, letting Piper know that their younger brother had found out about Phaethon, she just had to giggle. You had already made your way to Piper, who was currently in town getting a touch up for Steeltusk. Yeah she heard about the drama you youngins had going on.

You respected Piper from never truly keeping the secret from you; you understood that she was simply caught in the middle of it all. Piper was actually a little shocked at how mature you were about the whole situation. She thought for sure that you’d be more upset. She found that side of you to be pretty impressive.

She didn’t try to butt into the middle of all your personal problems, but she still made it known that she was all ears. Of course Piper had her own personal problem: you. Now that you’ve been spending more time with her, shes become hyper aware of your presence. And it’s made the casual way you’d both interact harder.

“I think she needs a oil change.” Piper said, wiping the sweat from her brows. The sun outside Turbo’s Remodeling Shop was especially hot that day. Enzo gave Steeltusk a once over before nodding in agreement, already walking back inside to get the necessary equipment.

Piper leaned back into the engine, checking for any oil leakage. A shadow appeared, shielding her from the simmering beams of the sun. She turned around, her face burning from the heat, and eyes half lidded.

(Y/N) stood above her, holding a cold water bottle to her forehead. The cool temperature was an instant relief. “Thanks kiddo.” She mumbled before grabbing the drink and taking large chugs. (Y/N) only nodded, still entrapping Piper between him and Steeltusk.

“How’s the repairs going?” He asked. Piper gulped slightly. It wasn’t like her to be nervous around others, let alone someone she’s known for a decent while now. But alas, no matter how old you get the heart will always have its own agenda. A cruel lesson Piper had learned in recent days.

“Yea-yeah. It’s going fine. Though it’ll be a little on the expensive side; no more scratch offs for a while it seems.” She did her best to casually continue the conversation. But the close proximity was suffocating. “By the way…,” she started.

“—Mind if I hit the road with you back to the Outer Ring?” He interjected. Shoot. Piper lost her chance to escape. She didn’t mind being near (Y/N), on the contrary she actually liked his company. What she didn’t enjoy was how the sun wasn’t the only thing making her sweat now.

“Sure kiddo—”

“We’re not that different in age, ma’am,” (Y/N) chided. Piper gulped again. He was right. But she had to create this barrier or else she might say something else. Something that could risk their entire relationship.

“Geez, youth can be so energetic. Having the strength to waste your breath on nonsense.” She teased. “But sure, I call ya somethin’ else.” Piper finally breathed a sigh of relief when Enzo reemerged from his shop, tools in hand.

“Ah, hey (Y/N)! Been a while since you left that room of yours. What’s up? Does Eighteen need some maintenance?” Enzo asked. (Y/N) shook his head.

“I’m just here to see Piper.”

“Well then maybe you could keep her company, because this is gonna take a while.” Enzo said, already getting to work on her truck.

(Y/N) looked at Piper. She shrugged her shoulders, accepting her fate. The pair walked off down the street, relaxing on a nearby bench.

Piper sighed. (Y/N) looked at her confused.

“What is it?”

Maybe the heat was finally getting to her, but Piper started saying things she really would have rather not.

“I’m just wonderin’ how little ol’ me is supposed to keep this all up.”

“Keep what up?” He asked, concerned.

“Handlin’ bein in such close quarters with yo—nothing.” She quickly corrected herself. But (Y/N) knew what he heard.

He leaned forward, caging Piper between him and the bench arm. “Being close to me…does it make you nervous?” He asked with a smile.

Piper started blushing now. “Ugh!” She was getting frustrated. Why was she acting like some shy school girl? “Yeah! Ya make me so nervous I can’t help but want you closer.” She boldly stated. Then her eyes widened. And so did (Y/N)’s.

“Thats…one way of saying you love me; good thing I love ya too.”

Luciana enjoyed your company. Unlike SOME people (Caesar), you were more serious, down to earth, not constantly causing problems. Or being too naive and idealistic to understand the stakes at hand. Overall, she could actually be sane around you.

She understood why the proxies kept their business secret from you. She also emphasized with you. Feeling like others are constantly controlling your life. Not being able to tell friend from foe. Luciana found a kinship in Phaethon’s younger brother.

Luciana goes to Lumina Square fairly often, so she’s had a few encounters with you sulking about. It kinda ticked her off seeing you like that. She was angry that you just seemed so…dissociative. Like you’d completely given up even caring.

So from then on she kept bugging you to spend time with her. “Just a distraction.” “Oh a coincidence.” “Stop asking so many questions and come on!” She’d say. Eventually Luciana got you to finally be willing to come with her and run errands or relax at the salon.

“Come on! The sale is going to end if we don’t pick up the pace.” Luciana had been more demanding than usual. She kept beckoning (Y/N) to follow her which way and there. From packaging stores, to card shops, and now Dew Gardening Shop.

Orchidea conversed with Luciana, who was eager to get some flowers she apparently went to the extra effort of pre ordering. Meanwhile (Y/N) stood off to the side. A listless look in his eyes as he helped carry her shopping bags.

“Alright, we’re almost done.” Luciana said enthusiastically. (Y/N) sighed.

“Thank God.”

She immediately gave him the side eye. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He said, looking away with a sly smile.

“It clearly meant something!—look, you can try but you won’t get a rise out of me; I have more class than that.”

“Hm. Uh-huh.” He said while walking ahead. Luciana rolled her eyes, fanning her face. She couldn’t spoil the surprise, no matter how obnoxious his words were. So she marched forward to their last destination: Simmer Hot Pot Restaurant.

Luciana and (Y/N) were led to a table far in the back, one she had reserved for this very meeting. She sat down first, close to the center. (Y/N) sat down further from her. Strike number one. So she switched chairs and sat closer, earning herself a questioning glance from him.

Whilst he perused the menu, Luciana started scavenging through the bags for each material. Carefully putting together each intricate detail. “Lucy, what are you getting?” (Y/N) asked her. She shifted the object behind her, pointing at the more expensive choice.

(Y/N) squinted his eyes, looking at her skeptically. “You’re still paying, right?” She scoffed. Strike number two.

“Of course! Now order something more special, it’s not everyday you get spoiled.” She kept egging him to make a more expensive choice. Eventually they ordered, and shortly afterwards their food was delivered. Luciana cleared her throat, holding the precious gift behind her.

“Hey (Y/N)…,” chewing sounds interrupted her. She looked over to see him already eating. She could feel her face turning red. “Uhm. (Y/N)?” She said more firmly.

He finished chewing and look over at her, head tilted slightly. She handed him the gift, wrapped in the carefully selected paper they shopped for. Accompanied by a signed card on top and a flower carefully arranged in place. All of which they bought together today.

(Y/N) looked at it quizzically. Whilst he carefully inspected it, Luciana twirled her hair, looking away as she blushed bashfully. “I know it’s a little early. But I wanted to get you a birthday gift; you’ve been feeling down lately so…I just wanted you to know that I care about you. A lot more than most.” She confessed.

His eyes started to glow, like a light had been reignited in them. A small blush creeped on his face, a smile overtaking his previously blank expression.

…

…

…

“Oh, so it’s a gift for me? Thanks. I appreciate it. You’re a great friend.” He said smirking.

Strike three.

“Listen here you little—!!!”

- Fin

[merbear25]

Pulling their strings (Doffy, Caesar, Rosi)

Working you just right to get what they’d been after.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, gn!reader, teasing, pining, non established relationship, rough oral sex (reader and male receiving), ball sucking, slight size kink, praise, degradation, corruption kink, cumshot, eating cum, some softer sex in Rosi’s

Doflamingo: Having to throw one under the blade of karma wasn’t as draining on the soul as it should be. However, it strongly depended on who was meeting their final fate. A local stirring up trouble for him would be sent to the execution block without so much as a wave of his hand, but when it came down to one of his own family members double crossing him, the weight was immeasurable.

Without even realizing it, his mental state would flirt with depression: not quite delving into it but not coming out of the mourning stage unphased either. He was on high alert and every fiber of his being was tense. Not having hesitated to kill one of the few closest to him made him want to throw the entire instance away, never to be seen from again. Unfortunately, that was far from what life had to offer him. If he wanted to rid himself of the memory, then he’d have to drown it out; luckily for him, he had someone as selfless as you to help him with that.

A king sitting on his throne never looked so distraught. The tanned warlord was rubbing his temple as if to work out the stress of that day when you found him. With him uncharacteristically casting himself into the shadows, you approached him with care.

“Are you still punishing yourself?” Although your question was soft and unassuming, it jolted him out of his trance. As if not having registered your entrance nor your approach towards him, his expression quickly went from agitated to somber.

“Punishing? Hmph, why would I do that when I successfully snuffed out the rat?” His mischievous grin and tone did little to offset his most recent habits.

Simply nodding in agreement, you took your time getting closer. “That’s true. I can’t help but wonder what the stress of finding someone like that is like, though.” His slyness faltered at your thoughtful tone, no longer holding onto that signature grin.

Remaining quiet for a moment, he adjusted his posture the nearer you got to him. Though you couldn’t see his eyes behind those sunglasses, you could feel them on you all the same: following your movements, anticipating your reason for paying him a visit. It was then when his smile returned. Leaning back, he welcomed the escape from the unforgiving ghosts of the past.

“It’s something I don’t like thinking about but now can’t seem to do anything but just that.” His long tongue licked his lips when your body language gave him a taste of the distraction he needed.

Finding your way between his thighs, your hands caressed him all the way up to where he craved you most. “Well, maybe I can offer you a break from that overworked mind of yours.” Your hands rubbed over the bulge in his pants. You could already feel the strain of it pushing against the fabric the more attention you were giving him.

His hands gripped the armrests, digging into the cushioned leather the handsier you got. His brow knitted and he gritted his teeth at the sight of you teasing him. He was growing more and more impatient for some kind of release from the mental jail he’d been in.

“Get on with it,” he growled. There was no sinister undertone, just a man who sought the distraction intimacy could offer.

Promptly following his command, you freed him from the restricting clothing. His breathing was becoming labored from just the way you were looking at him—like you had been waiting for this for who knew how long.

Your lips ghosted his shift, savoring the way his body shook and his chest heaved. There was a faint smell of sweat from the sheer amount he was dealing with no doubt. However, it would take much more than that to put you off. After coming this far, there was no chance you would back out now, not when he was in such a rare vulnerable state.

After your lips gently placed a kiss on the head of his dick, he ran his fingers through your hair. “You wouldn’t stab me in the back, would you?” The question held a hint of a threat, one that you were admittedly fearful of despite the absence of planning such a fiendish betrayal.

“Of course not.” The honesty in your voice was palpable, sweet like the flowers in bloom.

There was a silent exchange of trust between the both of you, a tender moment that was suddenly ripped away. Without warning, he grabbed the back of your head and forced himself into your mouth. Your body’s reaction by struggling was expected, but he didn’t pay your gasps and gagging much mind. Holding a fist full of your hair, he thrusted into your ill-prepared mouth with his own greedy need for release.

The saliva coating him was now dripping down your chin and splattering against his balls. You tried to ignore the taste of his unwashed cock coating your tongue, which was fairly easy when the pent-up aggression stole most of your attention.

As you choked and gasped from the assault plunging into your mouth, his hand tightened its grip on your hair. “Can’t even handle a bit of throat fucking?” He scoffed in a sadistically teasing manner.

Your body squirmed from the pressure being forced down your much too small throat, the coughs and gags causing more saliva to slicken the path to his inevitable climax. Positioning himself a bit closer, he stabilized you with his other hand. It cupped your jaw and his thumb helped keep it open. Your nails dug into his thighs, while you attempted to prepare yourself as much as you could.

Your eyes rolled back, your mouth was pried open, and your chest now being entirely coated in long strings of spit: you endured it all just for him.

That expression on your face made him groan and lose even more of himself in you. “Filthy… slut—” He grunted as he took everything he needed. Curses and lustful remarks towards you and “that fucking mouth” signalled his breaking point.

A deep roar escaped him as he pumped his seed into you. The hot sticky mess was partly coughed up, mixing with the copious amount of spit. Trails of the elixir soon painted your chest and thighs. When he was finished, he pulled you off of him to get a better look at the mess he made. Feeling quite pleased with himself, he gave your cheek a few light slaps of his cock. 

“Looks like you might be my new fleshlight.” His chuckle at your dazed expression and submission had a shiver running down your spine, although you would do damn near anything to make him feel like a king again.

Caesar: With so many of his henchmen failing more than usual, along with the annoying drone of applause Vega Punk continuously got in the papers, those screaming headlines only further soured his mood. As you were the only consistently pleasant part of his days, you had become a target in some way. Even though you had your credentials for working under him, he didn’t hesitate to expand upon your many other areas of expertise: your body being one hell of a playground for him. Seeing you enter the room with eerily perfect timing got those sadistic gears turning. Although your presence came with a bit of a warm glow, he’d never admit it, instead pushing that tenderness aside for that euphoric high.

Going over to the desk, he sat himself down on edge. As if trained to respond accordingly, you went over to him like the good servant you had become. His grip on the desk tightened, while his eyes roamed over you. The exchange was brief, but the eyes were the window to the soul. Such desire couldn’t have been hidden, so when he took it upon himself to fast forward to the main event, you took your rightful place under him.

Without him even needing to command you to, you got on your knees and patiently waited for your Master to get his fix from you. His chest heaved as you looked up at him and waited to please him. Practically ripping himself free, those clothes couldn’t have been more bothersome in a moment like this. Inching himself closer to the edge, his eagerness never went unmatched: a willing and devoted vessel to be at his beck and call.

Towering over you just by sitting gave him a rush; anything to make you appear fragile and vulnerable in comparison was more than enough to get his blood pumping. You had such soft features, ones which he couldn’t resist tainting. His hand gently wrapped around your neck, his thumb stroked your cheek, and his smile held the same sadistic aura that made you weak in the knees. He stroked himself as he watched you melt from his caress. That dreamlike gaze and hum coming from you: he knew you were ripe for the reaping.

Light slaps of his length against your smooth cheek turned into him forcefully rubbing himself all over your face. You stuck your tongue out and moaned against him. The feel of your wet mouth caused his eyes to roll back. A low growl left his lips, when he gazed down at you. The sheer thrill of the power he held over you gave him the incentive to take you how he needed.

“Such a sweet face,” he breathed heavily. His grip tightened, while he panted from the view of you under him. You were taking everything so well. “but with a dirty little mind.” The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. 

Taking your delicate head, he guided you a little closer to him. Lifting his hips to get the best position, he rested his heavy balls on your face—the perfect little seat for his selfish indulgence. Being forced to close your eyes as he dragged those sensitive jewels up and down your face, you couldn’t deny the pleasure you got from being used like a cheap piece of meat. Your tongue flicked at his skin whenever he came close to your mouth, until eventually you found yourself chasing after him. Clawing at his thighs, your groans mixed with his—an unadulterated need reaching its peak.

The grip he had on you sealed your fate—not that you had any plan to slip away from giving your Master his much sought after reward.

“You deserve so much more from this world.” Your praise made his breath shaky.

“You’re damn right I do.” He dangled his testicles above your mouth and tugged on himself as you sucked on them gently. Your little moans and pants bathed his sensitive skin, the hot blanket making the sack tighten from the sensation. “You’re the only other one who can see that.” However true that was, it didn’t come from a place of genuine appreciation. You may be the only one he could pull that praise out of, but those words were driven by lust—to keep you close when he needed his fix.

“I love being that for you.” Such honeyed words coming from a lewd position, the contrast got him to tremble and grit his teeth in a curse.

Looking down at you, his entire body shook with anticipation when your eyes batted up at him. He stroked himself harder and faster, this time raising you up closer to feel that wet mouth around him. Your tongue lathered him, rolling the tender area around in your mouth as much as you could. Him watching you stuff your face with one of his balls, while the other was hanging on your cheek, all with him working himself towards an orgasm.

His tip darkened to a swollen purplish red. Each stroke came with hushed moans and choked back whimpers. Teetering on that blissful edge but not quite ready to end this moment, he was soon given no choice but to free fall into euphoria.

“The smartest man alive, so handsome, so wickedly gifted.” With phrases that catered to his bruised ego, you just wanted to give him more and more. “Love servicing you… you taste so good.” The muffled love-drunk cooing was just what he needed.

His hand squeezed a little more firmly around that darkening tip and the other hand tightened against you, when he cried out in ecstasy. Grasping around the head to prolong his release, the ropes of cum coated his palm and seeped over his fingers. The little drips found your face easily, decorating it with salty droplets like a gift from your satisfied Master.

The sound of cum squelching in his hand filled your ears. “Those pathetic drops on your face won’t do.” Before you had a chance to process that statement, he wiped his cum-soaked hand over your face. A quick plunge of his fingers into your mouth and down your throat made you gag and cough before he roughly groped your neck and chest—branding you with his scent long after you washed away this disgraceful act.

Defiled and deflowered of all your innocence long ago, you still managed to appear like you were untouched by his wretched ways. That was one of the things that made you perfect, though. You were something for him to act out those degenerate kinks of his and you never seemed to crack. Appearing as polished as the day he first met you, it would be a while before he got tired of his toy.

Corazon: If the circumstances were different, maybe you two could have run away together, lived a life where there was nothing but tomorrow to expect. However, the life both of you were leading made that feel more and more distant. Your loyalties made it clear that something more could never be. Completely unbeknownst to you, the blonde man’s once fond view of you slowly muddied over time. Even after losing hope that you could ever separate yourself from his brother’s dastardly plans, not all connections could be severed.

A heart string that refused to unlatch from you was making the time spent in each other’s company more and more problematic for him, and yet after you had just come back from carrying out one of many missions under his brother’s orders, the drained look on your face seemingly vanished in an instant as soon as his clumsy nature broke the tension. He couldn’t stop how his heart fluttered at your reactions towards him.

Your laugh broke the gloom that was often looming over him, so much so he couldn’t begin to count the times he wished he could have shared his secret with you. Even more, he wished he didn’t have this want to be closer to you nagging him. The loneliest nights came with the racing thoughts of you: the faint smell of your shampoo, how soft you must feel, a smile that almost made him forget what he was hiding. His eyebrows knitted together from his hand wandering south and pawing between his legs. 

A low sigh passed his lips at the feeling of himself getting harder under his own touch. Replacing the reality of being alone in his room with the idea of a romance he shouldn’t be entertaining was an escape for him. Flooding his thoughts with you got him hard quickly. Closing his eyes, wrapping his hand around himself, and enjoying the pleasure that was sure to come: he prepared to go down the road of no return until creaking from outside his door abruptly yanked him out of indulgence.

Unable to just call out to the suspicious noise beyond the threshold, the pause he made gave a deafening silence. Pulling his boxers up, he swiftly went to the door and quickly opened it to confront whatever was lurking. The sternness on his previously washed face disappeared when his eyes fell on you being caught. You threw your hands up and stumbled over a lame excuse.

“I thought I heard a strange noise coming from your room, so you know… I came to check it out…” The more you went on, the more your confidence crumbled. You couldn’t have made that convincing even if that story were true. With your head hanging low in shame, you wanted to crawl away into the night like the little pervert you’d turned out to be.

Biting his lip and looking down the hall in both directions, he went against his better judgment and stepped to the side. The open invitation was left at your disposal as he slowly went back to bed, trying to talk himself into this being a better idea than it really was. Collapsing back on the mattress, the glance towards the empty doorway was instantly followed by the clicking of the closing door and the overly excited guest pouncing into bed with him.

He wanted to laugh at the sight of you. Your eagerness was both adorable and just slightly intimidating. When his eyes locked on yours, you could feel that boldness trickling out of you. With a tilt of his head and a smirk at your suddenly sheepish demeanor, he gently pulled you on top of him. Lifting you up to capture your lips, you welcomed the intimacy as much as he did.

Your hands roamed over his chest and your hips instinctively rolled against his, being paired with a needy moan when you felt how ready he was. You pulled away from his lips, letting the moment linger between you before moving down his body. Light kisses trailed your way to where he’d been craving you most, and as he shamelessly pulled himself loose for you, you couldn’t help giving him what he so desperately needed.

“I know you can’t speak… but I hope I can pull some kind of sound from those sweet lips of yours.” Your tone washed him with warm adoration. His breathing became more erratic as you teased his cock with soft kisses. How he wished to allow himself to let loose entirely and be as loud as he wanted, giving you that satisfaction you were after.

However strong that mutual desire was, he couldn’t give into it, instead repressing it to barely audible cries and whines. That didn’t stop you in the slightest. You finally had him all to yourself, and you were going to give him something to remember no matter how much you’d be sole contributor to the sounds of ecstasy. 

You had barely gotten started on him before moving your hand between your legs to chase your own high. The sight of your mouth sucking on the head of his cock, your lips wrapping around him so sensually, and now the way you were pleasuring yourself: he knew he wouldn’t be able to completely silence his moans, so he did the next best thing.

Taking your cheek in his hand, he tenderly guided you off of him to reposition you. Seemingly effortlessly, he’d propped himself up and placed the top of your thighs on his shoulders. Angling you in just the right way, you were still able to reach his twitching length. The precum beading on it got you salivating. Before you had the chance to shove him back in your mouth, your sweet sounds of bliss filled the room; his tongue lapped at your own aching desire, being sure to pair it with a gentle suction that was sure to drive you wild.

“Oh, Rosi… I’ve wanted this for so damn long.” Your pleasure-soaked words only got him to work harder. Returning the favor, you took as much of him as you could. Your moans vibrated against his sensitive flesh, causing his eyes to roll back and squeeze shut. He couldn’t lose all sense of himself, for his sake as well as yours now.

His hands tightened on your hips, and his breathing turned into whiny pants the more effort you put in. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but from how much your body was trembling against his face, you weren’t going to either.

“So good to me… such a good man…” You moaned out without thinking. Those words felt undeserving to him, even if you meant each one. You didn’t know him - not really - and yet you showered him in praise without a second thought.

His body’s reaction to your honeyed voice was borderline addictive. He had no idea how much he needed this, or you, but that praise leaving your lips paired with your shaking orgasm and tongue swirling around his tip were too much to handle. Burying his mouth against you, he did his best to smother his groan of ecstasy, hoping that your own sounds of euphoria would drown it out.

With the aftershocks of release coursing through him, where his load ended up hadn’t even crossed his mind. Giving your spent form one last lick, he then pulled you off of him and was greeted with most of your face coated in his cum. Not even being able to apologize, he was simply forced to look guilty and hope you didn’t yell at him for being so careless. However, your playful little giggle along with you licking up some of it, made him a bit relieved.

When your eyes roamed down his body to the mess that was pooling underneath his bare legs, you tugged him gently off the soiled sheets. “Let’s get cleaned up now, shall we?” His bright red cheeks at the minx you turned out to be could barely be distinguished between the heat rising within him and the steam from the shower.