#harmonic-raindrops

[poniesart]

Idk if you're still doing pallet asks, but if u are then I'd love to see Sunny Starscout in your style w/ the global warming pallet! <3 <3 Keep at it ur art is amaze :)

ahhhhh thank you so much, you’re so sweet! I tried to recreate the mental image that the palette inspired from me, and I think I got pretty close which rarely happens lol. this was sooo fun and a really good challenge!

also continuing to push my “sunny has sideburns like her dad” agenda lol

bad color palette challenge

[unearthlyfromage]

@harmonic-raindrops the art demons won I had to draw the little scrimplies their designs itch in my brain

[thelastspeecher]

I've been scrolling through your Modern Stanley McGucket Au stuff, and I'm just wondering, are Dipper & Mabel Shermie's kids, instead of his grandkids (therefore just making them Stan & Fords Niece and Nephew)? Love your writing btw!

You are correct! Dipper and Mabel are Shermie's kids, not his grandkids. The baby that's crying when Stan gets kicked out in canon is actually TWO babies in this AU and those babies are Dipper and Mabel.

And thank you! c:

[corvidsofthedeep]

No Context Crow #197: Sopping Wet Crow

[chososhairbrush]

Whispers in the Storm

choso x male reader (fem aligned dni!)

Warnings: amab!reader, bottom male reader, a little bit of teasing, a lot of praise (choso would never insult you he's too sweet), reader is referred to as "baby," finger sucking, choso refers to reader's hole as a pussy, creampie, aftercare :3! not proofread! might be forgetting something idk!! 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you hear the gentle echoes of raindrops pitter-pattering across the windowsills and rooftop. The faint earthy smell of rain trickles into your apartment, making you feel at ease. It's cloudy, but heavy clouds in the air have always made you feel as if there's something protecting you. 

Then, almost as if he's trying to harmonize with the sounds of falling rain, Choso hums softly. His arms, although so muscular, always treat you so carefully, almost like he feels too tight of a squeeze would make you shatter like glass. He has you cocooned in his arms, making you the little spoon as always. His legs trap you in, intertwining with yours.

Not that you're complaining. You find yourself yearning to be held by him every second you're apart. And this rainy Saturday morning is the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend all day. Although the sound of rain is clearly present, you can't hear the usual sounds of traffic or the busy streets below you. Just the sound of the sheets softly moving and slow breathing fill the room.

The more you think about how choreographed and perfect this morning is, the more your face begins to flush and the faster your heart starts to race. Although the room is dimly lit, you can still see a faint outline of the scars and callouses on Choso's arms and hands. You gently place your hands against his, interlocking your thumbs together. 

He's a light sleeper, possibly explaining the constant bags under his eyes. Although he isn't particularly fond of them, he can't help but feel his heart flutter whenever you kiss over them and his eyelids. You, his beautiful boyfriend, treating him to all the kisses he could ever hope to have and always being there for him? He doesn't understand how he got so lucky.

But you feel the same way about him. He's always so patient, loving you unconditionally and willing to sacrifice anything if it's to make his pretty boy happy. And not to mention how gorgeous he is; dark umber eyes that have always looked at you in a loving, affectionate way. His long dark hair that he always lets you braid and twirl as you please, letting you test different hairstyles on him. 

You were about to continue thinking of every small detail that you loved about your boyfriend, both about his adorable personality and appearance, but your thoughts are abruptly interrupted. A soft, tender kiss finds its way onto your neck, right underneath your ear. You gasp, and Choso can't help but chuckle.

"Good morning, my love. I apologize for startling you." He says, his voice raspy and deep from just waking up. You've never told him, but his morning voice always makes your stomach flip.

"Morning, Cho." You respond, bringing one of his hands to your lips and kissing his knuckles. It's silent for a few seconds as he wakes up some more, before he sits up against the headboard.

"Pretty morning, isn't it?" He says, gesturing for you to come sit in his lap. And you would be foolish to refuse such an invite. "But of course, it's not nearly as pretty as you, sweet boy." He gently cradles your cheek. 

It's your turn to chuckle, and he smirks knowing how cheesy it was. But you both know he meant it. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you. Deciding to be a tease, he moves his hands upwards, lifting your shirt along with it. You shiver as the cold air brushes against your bare skin. 

"God, you look even prettier on rainy days like these. Your eyes sparkle even brighter than usual." He gently kisses your forehead. "I love you." He's so kind to you, it makes you weak in the knees. So it's a good thing you're sitting comfortably in his lap.

"I love you t—" A soft whine escapes your lips as he squeezes your hips at the same time you're saying this. You can already feel yourself going stupid, his big hands rubbing along your body. 

"Please, my love? Let me indulge you on such a beautiful morning." You lean back to look at him, the overwhelming amount of love in his eyes making your heart skip a beat. He already knows your answer, but being the thoughtful man he is, he waits for your answer before continuing. 

You nod eagerly, but he teasingly tuts at you. "Words, pretty boy. I need to hear your soothing voice. Don't tell me you're speechless already? I've only just started touching you." 

"Please." Is all you say, sounding more like a nervous suggestion than something you desire. He knows what you want, but why not have some fun first? 

"Please what? Talk to me, baby." His hands lift your shirt up further, making your back arch at the ticklish sensation. You know the words that are about to come out of your mouth are absolutely embarrassing, but you can't wait any longer. He always wins these teasing games.

"Need you in me, your fingers, your dick..." He gently holds your chin in place, making eye contact so you feel humiliated at how filthy you're talking. "I'll be so good, I promise, I just need you in me. Nice and deep."

Seeming satisfied with your answer, he kisses you softly. "Then that's exactly what you'll get. A reward for being such a good boy and telling me what you need." Gently flipping you over and onto your back, he slides his hands in between your legs.

"Don't be so timid. I can't make you feel good if your legs are squeezed together." He gives an insanely seductive smirk, and you instantly split your legs wide open. 

"Good boy." He says quickly, before hiking your boxers down. You're not entirely hard, but your dick is leaking pre. Choso sucks in a breath, taking in the sight of how your tight little hole is already twitching.  He spills some lube onto his fingers, coating it generously along with his saliva. He looks into your eyes, waiting for a cue to ensure you're entirely ready. All it takes is a simple nod from you for him to slowly push his finger into your hole.

You don't even last five seconds before you're clenching, arching, and letting out breathy moans. His fingers, so perfectly thick, take their time stretching you open. You squeeze your eyes shut as if it's going to make you any less of a mess. 

But Choso's not going to allow that. He stops pumping his fingers. "You know the rules, you gotta keep your eyes on me if you wanna keep going." Slowly, you squint at him. He smiles at you, looking innocent as ever despite being knuckle deep in you. "There he is. Doing okay, baby?" You can only nod. 

The constant prodding at your prostate makes you so close, but Choso is used to this routine by now. As soon as you start bucking your hips up, he pulls his fingers out, making you open your mouth so you can suck them dry. 

And despite the best part not even happening yet, you suck harshly on his fingers without a second thought. You can't even think. He groans, taking his fingers out after he feels satisfied with your "cleaning." 

At some point without you noticing, he had taken off his own pair of boxers. You gasp loudly as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance. His pre was already pooling on your hole and onto the bedsheets. "Allow me, love." 

You split your legs impossibly further, holding them up, feeling yourself shaking from anticipation. He pushes into you. It feels like forever before he finally gets all of his girthy, long length in you. But when your hips do finally touch together, you feel so unbelievably full. The burning sensation from being stretched out so far slowly turns into a feeling of pleasure. No matter how many times you took Choso, his size would always take some getting used to.

You both moan simultaneously, and Choso thrusts his hips once to test the waters. The mewl you let out makes his dick twitch inside you, feeling just how wet and tight your walls were.

"Such a tight pussy, taking my cock so well, hm?" He gains purchase on the headboard, completely hovering over you. Your hole clenches at the sight of him, the dim light perfectly shading his muscles, and his long silky hair draping over his shoulders and on his forehead. One last nod from you is all he needs to start fucking you nice and rough. "I'm not sure how gentle I can be when you look at me like that." He says, not that you would mind him being rough anyways.

Your dick is completely hard at this point, precum pooling against your abdomen. "Please..." You murmur as he finally starts moving. Immediately, you pull him to lay on top of you, hands leaving scratches along his back and legs wrapping around him to pull him closer.

"So good baby, so good, such a pretty boy..." He doesn't know what he's saying, too drunk with the feeling of your walls around him to properly praise you. He quickly loses all the restraint he had prior, fucking into you like his life depends on it. His tip constantly kissing roughly against your prostate would have you screaming if you weren't breathing so irregularly. His figure completely covering yours, he starts trailing kisses down your neck before kissing you one last time on your lips. It's sloppy, but as passionate as you could ever hope for.

Constant moans, groans, and whimpers drown out the sound of the pouring rain. His hands grip your hips once more, his thumbs reaching to press down on the bulge in your tummy. And what a great choice that was; earning a growl from Choso and a sweet moan from you. By the way you're clenching, he knows you're close. But he's done enough teasing, so he'll let you cum as you please.

"C..ho~!" Is all you can squeal out before you're cumming, letting out a silent scream. Your chest heaves, and Choso can only stare at you with adoration at the beautifully lewd sight underneath him. But just because you've finished doesn't mean he'll be any gentler.

He fucks into you faster, making you see stars as your body tenses. Placing another kiss on your neck, he whispers into your ear. "So goddamn beautiful, hm? So proud of you baby, taking my dick in such a tight little pussy."  Your brain is foggy from pleasure, only letting out small "mhms!" at this point.

Already hard and leaking again, your dick twitches at each word of praise he whispers into your ear. It's not long before that knot in your stomach threatens to unwind once again. Choso, slowly losing it over how overwhelmingly wet and perfect your hole feels, groans. "Lemme cum in you, okay? That okay, baby?" 

He doesn't even have to ask. But you look up at him, eyes teary from the constant pleasure and face flushed from being fucked so perfectly. You look so thoroughly fucked out, it makes Choso surprised. One small "uh huh" croaks its way out of you, and he grins. 

Moving faster than before, Choso only focuses on his own pleasure now. He can't think coherently; his mind circulating thoughts of how tight you are, how he needs to cum in you, and how much he loves you. With a few more deep, sharp thrusts, the greatest reward comes. As he cums, you do as well, painting your chest once more. 

Warmth seeps its way into you, stuffing you full even though his cock is no longer inside. His cum slowly leaks out, but you're trying to catch your breath and hardly notice. But him, being observant as ever, slowly trails his finger up to stuff it back inside. You whimper, and he murmurs a "sorry" for possibly overstimulating you. 

"Beautiful. Just beautiful, baby boy. Absolutely perfect for me." He kisses your forehead sweetly, leaning over to grab a wipe. He gently but effectively cleans you up, wiping the cum off your tummy and the drool off your face. Gently shoving a plug in to keep his cum inside you, he smiles at the sight. His lovely boyfriend, taken care of on such a perfect day. 

Your mind slowly is regaining its cohesion, and you give him a small smile in return. "Love you, Cho." You say, and his chest blooms with happiness. 

"I love you too, my darling. So perfect for me." He gets up to get you a quick breakfast snack and a glass of water, returning to cuddle with you. You, being the little spoon as always, lean into his body, letting his muscular frame protect you.

It's now that you realize you can hear the sound of raindrops again, bringing a further sense of comfort. And although the room is cold, Choso perfectly warms you up. Now's the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend. You two wouldn't have it any other way.

[daughterofthemoon11]

That´s the way I loved you (Gojo Satoru x reader)

Summary: You and Gojo share a cute moment in the rain (because I��m a hopeless romantic).

Word count: 0.8k

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he cherished every moment he spent with you, especially when missions like this one came along. Living at Jujutsu High, you found yourself part of a family with the three sorcerers. But of course, Gojo Satoru stood out, even though you'd never confess how much you felt for him.

You were on your way back to school, tired from fighting those cursed spirits you were assigned to, yet still enjoying each other's presence. Satoru was cracking jokes and teasing you, and you were laughing and poking fun at his nonsense.

Your weariness began to fade as delicate raindrops started to fall from the sky. You turned to Satoru with a cheerful grin. "It's raining," you exclaimed, your smile wide.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. It was the little things that got you excited, and he couldn't help but smile at your enthusiasm, raindrops trickling down his forehead.

You laughed with pure happiness as you stepped into the rain, and Satoru followed suit, laughter mixing with the rhythm of raindrops as you both splashed around. 

Gazing up at the sky, a sense of fulfillment washed over you. You couldn't ask for more, relishing both the rain and Satoru's company. If only you knew the way he looked at you—with that smile of a man in love—, revealing his heart even without words. He seemed to be enjoying every single second of this moment. The rain brought out the playfulness in both of you; it was with him that you felt truly free, revealing your inner child without hesitation.

Glancing at him, you flashed a playful smirk. "Last one to the training field owes the other ice cream," you challenged, breaking into a run.

Satoru blinked, processing your words before quickly joining in. Laughter blended with the splashes of rain as you raced each other. He closed the gap, reaching the training field first.

“That´s not fair!” You complained with a laugh. 

Still catching his breath, Satoru chuckled softly. "Someone's not the best at losing."

"For every step you took, I took three!" You playfully protested.

His laughter harmonized with the rain's melody, the white shirt of his uniform clinging to him. It was impossible not to notice his muscular physique.

Trying to play it cool, you attempted to walk past him, only to slip on the wet grass, which sent both of you into fits of laughter. Satoru tried to catch you but ended up slipping and falling beside you. Amidst the laughter, you realized that this was the happiest you'd felt in a long time.

As the laughter subsided, he stood up and extended a hand to help you back up on your feet, his grip steady around your waist. Your bodies were close, his forearms providing support, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern.

A whispered "I am" escaped your lips as you gazed into his eyes, feeling the closeness of his embrace. His hands traced the curve of your back, sending a shiver down your spine. Your gaze flickered to his lips and then back to his eyes, your hands resting on his chest. The blush on his cheeks deepened, complementing the raindrops that clung to his hair.

He brushed a strand of wet hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. Leaning closer, his lips hovered just above yours. The warmth of his breath made you melt, and in a heartbeat, his lips gently met yours. Wrapped in his strong arms, your hands found their place on his shoulders, pulling him closer. A sigh of longing escaped him, and you both poured your feelings into the kiss, as if all the dreams of months and years had converged into this one moment.

As you parted, both of you breathless, you looked up at him with a smile, your cheeks tinted by the rain. His gaze met yours, his adoration mirrored in his smile.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured, the sincerity in his voice making your smile widen.

Pulling him into another kiss, Satoru responded eagerly. He pressed you against him, his lips conveying devotion. The way he looked at you, the intensity in his touch—it was as if he'd been waiting for this moment for ages.

You smiled into the kiss, causing him to smile too. As you pulled away, his gaze remained intense, his feelings transparent in his expression.

"Did I win the bet?" he murmured, his voice soft and melodic.

You chuckled softly, playfully tapping his chest. His mock hurt melted into a warm embrace as he drew you closer.

"I won the bet and got a kiss," he whispered near your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “What more could I ask for?” he added, his eyes dancing with the raindrops falling from your eyelashes.

A/n: Hope you enjoyed it! I couldn´t get it out of my head. English is not my first language, so please let me know if you have any suggestions. I will continue working on your requests, thank you for the support. <3

[gmxrk]

the taste of salt [part 3 of 3]

Miguel x female reader

Summary: Miguel want's you to be part of the spicer society. He's even inviting you for dinner to convince you.

Tags: romantic, smut

Warnings: foodplay (i guess),my first smut, semi public sex, not beta read

The smut has arrived!

Night lights passed you by, the breeze cooling your cheeks, drying the tears in the corners of your eyes. You heard the echo of his voice before you stretched a web and maneuvered yourself back into the air.

Your name.

He had never called you by your name before.

Oh, swinging through the air felt so good. Something you always did to clear the fog in your mind. But today it wasn’t your city, not even your dimension. Yet so strangely familiar, as if you had visited it in your dreams.

Or fantasies.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a sinister red glow, the rest of his features obscured by the cloak of night. He wasn’t lying, he actually was able to jump into his suit with the push of a button. An unfair advantage, since you didn’t wear yours.

And was he gliding through the air like a bat, spinning his webs like a cape? You didn’t even know he could do that.

But he was not the only one in his element. Nueva York's vastness appealed to you, giving you the opportunity to perform extended jumps, spinning in the air and using the momentum to catapult yourself further and further forward. Your webs were long and flexible, allowing you to swing and spin with ease. And although your movements looked effortless, they required perfect timing and control.

Warm summer air left a sonorous shiver in your ears, soft and steady, a soundless melody. It only existed in your head.

As you turned in the air, your eyes caught each other. He was wearing the suit without the mask, and his eyes were on fire. The distance between you narrowed rapidly, although you did your best to maintain it. Still, he was faster than you.

And you knew that very well.

Still, your little game went on for a while as you swung through the area. Lights merged into a swirl of colors, reminding you of the portals you had used to travel between the worlds.

Despite his massive build, he was graceful and light on his feet, moving with powerful grace. You couldn’t help but look at him, enjoying his skillful stunts. Your movements flowed into each other, creating a symphony that harmonized yet contradicted itself. At times, you were on par before he fell behind you, only to catch up shortly after. Sometimes you dodged him, sometimes you let him touch you. Just briefly, but long enough to feel the desire between you.

Finally, as a wave of courage overcame you, you maneuvered around him in a fluid, spiraling motion, intertwining your webs. So close that the tips of your noses touched. Your lips fluttered briefly over his and his eyes closed promisingly.

But the kiss never came. You used the moment to swing around the corner of the nearest building, and sure enough, he lost sight of you, landing on one of the rooftops below with a frustrated growl.

A growl that send a sharp jolt between your legs.

»Qué descarado.«

His voice was not one of frustration but of an undercurrent of hot impatience that quickened your heartbeat. Your little chase has left you quite breathless and with a strange feeling of crave. You stuck to the wall above him, slowly beginning to climb your way up without making a noise. But tiny little pieces of the façade came loose and fell to the ground, a tinkling sound softer than raindrops, but enough to immediately draw his attention to you. »Hey!«

»Shoot!« A nervous laughter made its way out of your chest as you used your webs to speed up your ascent. The scrape of sharp claws digging into the masonry below you.

Damn.

His claws.

You hadn’t thought about his claws.

»You’re fun, you know that?« His voice low and sultry, and his restraint clearly at its end. Where he had been almost cautious before, he now came at you with bestial force, and for a brief moment, the tickling sensation of fear ate through your anticipation. Miguel's powers were fierce, making you glad you weren’t his enemy.

Glad about it being just a game.

Nevertheless, you still tried to escape, but your webs thinned out with every shot until they failed completely. You had to climb the last few meters barehanded, and once you reached the top, you found yourself at a dead end. Not a very wide building, more like a vantage point high above the city. Without any more webs, there was nowhere left to go. Climbing down wasn’t an option either, as he had the advantage of speed and would easily catch you.

So you just ... stayed where you were, letting him win. This time.

It only took him a few seconds to arrive at the top, but he took his sweet time getting up and turning to you.

»Got you.«

Without saying a word, you stared at him, wiping the sweat from your brow. He, on the other hand, didn’t even seem out of breath, but his eyes sparkled. He wouldn’t let you escape again.

Like that's what you wanted.

Suddenly, you felt a surge of emotions that you didn’t quite understand. Was it desire? Love? You couldn’t tell but whatever it was, it left you with a strange sense of longing.

»... Got me.«

Without a warning, you threw yourself at him, laughing, while wrapping your arms around his sinfully narrow waist. The sudden impact knocked the air from his lungs, and the world spun as you fell headfirst into the depths.

His hands grabbed your shoulders as your lips finally met, but only for two seconds before you jerked to a halt again. His claws had dug into the wall, stopping your fall. The momentum sent you crashing into the building and he followed suit, pressing himself against you.

Your teeth clashed as he kissed you without restraint now, tasting of butter, wine and greed. You clung to his arms, just like in your fantasies, bringing yourself to ecstasy just thinking about that.

The faint taste of blood flooded your mouths as your tongue stroked one of his fangs. »Shh, careful.« He broke away from you, unable to hold back a deep moan. His forehead pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes.

»May I touch you?«

Oh wow, his voice was dripping with need. Feverishly, his tongue ran down your neck, catching your sweat. Your fingers clawed into his hair, pulling at it. »I won’t until you let me.«

»Fuck.« You couldn't bring yourself to say more, so you grabbed his free hand and eagerly guided it to your body, no less needy than he was. He responded immediately by sliding his hips underneath you, allowing your legs to wrap around him. His large hands slipped under your top, stroking your velvety skin.

You couldn't stop yourself from rubbing against one of his muscular thighs, thirsty for sweet friction. He didn't miss it, of course. Invitingly, he pressed his knee more firmly between your thighs as his hand cupped your breast. »Your sweet little sigh earlier at dinner -« his hot, moist breath caressed your ear. »I want to hear it again.«

You felt how his words soaked your underwear. You couldn't believe this was happening. Only he could manage to turn you into a mess with just by using simple words, but before you could savor it any further, he broke away from you again.

»What-«

Without answering, he grabbed you by the waist, threwing you over his shoulder without any effort. »Let's take this somewhere else.« His voice made you shudder.

He began his descent, his grip on you strong and secure. You didn’t resist, even though you were pretty capable of climbing down on your own. But you liked the way he could just carry you around like a toy.

»Look where we are again.«

Your journey had taken you back to the outdoor area of the restaurant. You giggled in surprise as he released you from his grip. Miguel had removed his shirt before chasing after you, and now it was waiting for him, neatly folded on one of the benches. This place took customer service very seriously. Even your dessert was still there, albeit a little sunken now. You licked your lips. What a shame to let it go to waste, wasn't it?

You turned to him, a playful smile on your lips. »You wouldn't mind if I finished my dessert now, would you?« Of course you would hurry, you didn't want to keep him waiting too long.

»Whatever you like, Cielo.«

He followed you to the table without breaking physical contact, standing close behind you. You took the plate in one hand, but before you could reach for the fork, he had already picked it up. »Let me help you.«

His free hand ran over the crook of your neck as he cut a neat slice of cake, bringing it to your lips. »Open.«

His voice, like salted caramel, brooked no argument.

»I can eat by myself,« you tried anyway.

»I know. You demonstrated that... perfectly.« His other hand slowly moved over your shoulder and down your arm. His lips at your ear. »I want to savor it again.«

There was no one else up here.

A shiver ran down your spine. Oh, he was really teasing you now. Not that you minded. You opened your lips willingly, allowing him to guide the fork to your mouth. His hand caressed your stomach, teasingly tugging at the waistband of your leggings. Your knees went weak, but you stood still, trying not to show it.

»Tasty?«

The cake melted in your mouth, but all you could focus on was his hand snapping your belt open with skillful ease. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. A traitorous gasp coursed up your throat.

He breathed in and out deeply, inhaling your scent. »Answer enough. You want more?«

Your tongue moistened your lips before you nodded and opened your mouth again. »Yes...«

»De nada.« A second bite followed and the process repeated itself with agonizing slowness. With each successive bit, his hand moved further down to the heat between your legs, until finally, halfway through the cake, it slipped under your panties.

He gasped softly as he stroked your slippery core, spreading the dripping honey even more. Whimpering, you clung to his neck. He hummed triumphantly.

»Delicious indeed.«

His voice almost made you swoon.

»You want a taste?« You asked with playful innocence.

His index finger slowly began to circle around your little bundle of nerves. You had to clench your teeth to keep yourself from making a sound.

»Not from the cake.«

Thank God there was no one else up there.

He took the plate from your hand, setting it back on the table. Your fingers clawed into the tabletop as he pressed against you from behind, hand back underneath your top, his bulging arousal in the small of your back. »I wan’t to make you feel good, Cielo.«

»Fuck...« It was hard to resist the urge to rub yourself against him. You turned your head to seal your lips once more. He immediately reciprocated with hungry passion, tilting his head to give you both better access as your fingers found their way back into his thick hair. Gosh, you loved pulling at it, making him growl. He responded by biting your lower lip, sucking it into his hot mouth.

His fingers, however, continued to circle oh so gently around you without actually dipping in. It was both frustrating and stimulating. Impatiently, you pushed your hips forward, wordlessly granting him access, but he didn't do you this favor. On the contrary, he stopped his movement, a smug smile tangible on his lips.

»Fuck! Miguel -«

Your voice broke in sweet despair, but you didn’t beg. You wouldn’t.

And there was no need, because the temptation was apparently too great even for him. He seemed to be taking far too much pleasure from this, resuming his caress and eliciting a relieved sigh from you. Unfortunately, just after a few seconds, he pulled his hand back and turned you to face him. You couldn't help but whimper at the loss of contact, and he seemed to understand. »Let's get out of here.«

Oh, true. You totally forgot where you were. That you could be caught at any time. He probably had just wanted to grab his stuff from here before you decided to enjoy your dessert.

Maybe you deserved to be teased by him.

He leaned over you, put your arms around his neck, and lifted you up.

»Cielo, let me take you to my place.«

His voice so low and dark. Nodding was all you managed as an answer, but that seemed enough for him.

--

You didn't make it to his apartment.

Lights from moving cars passed you by. Pink and blue flood amidst the fog, barely visible through the lowered blinds on the steamy windows. You hadn't even gone a kilometer before he turned the car into a dark, deserted alley.

Now you lay on your back on the rear-facing car seat, his head between your twitching thighs, and two of his thick, long fingers buried deep inside you.

He had removed only the bare minimum of clothes to gain access to you: Your leggings were pulled down and the corner of your lingerie pushed aside.

He was a connoisseur, and he was showing it now. Whether it was his free hand caressing every part of your body it could reach, or his arm wrapped around your waist like a vice, lovingly forcing you to endure the overstimulation over and over again, or his fingers finally intertwining with yours, silently revealing how much he loved doing all this to you. How much he loved making you feel good.

He was strong. Much stronger than you.

His gaze glowed beneath the sweaty strands of hair hanging in his face, his eyes resting long and heavy on you, inhaling every twitching facial muscle as he drank in your moans.

It wasn’t about him. Not yet.

His fingers curled and drove beads of sweat on your forehead, hitting that one spot again and again, conjuring stars behind your closed eyes. His tongue circulating around your swollen, oversensitive clit and your juices wetting his lips.

He savored your pleasure.

Because he knew that’s what you wanted. At the same time, you were sure that one single word would be enough to stop him.

But this word was not spoken. Instead, a throaty gasp as your walls tightened around him once more.

»Oh god.«

Your moans made him curse, and his voice sent you writhing, an endless circle of pleasure and delight.

But both of you were not yet fulfilled.

He let go of you to finally free you from your clothes, his hands making short work of your leggings and underwear. As he bent backward, his lips traveled along your leg, from ankle to thigh, causing you to twitch delicately. Your giggles turned into a gasp when he wrapped his lips around your folds again, soaking up your scent and flavor. You squeezed your thighs reflexively, and one of your hands moved back into his hair, pressing his head even closer to you. Oh, you wanted his tongue to fill you completely, and he was more than happy to oblige.

You could hear his stifled groan as you trapped him between your legs.

It was too much and not enough at the same time.

»Mi ambrosía dulce«, he emerged again, his tongue making its way over your belly to your nipple while freeing you from your top, before he finally arrived at your lips. »I could do this all night.«

Your tongues entwined like your webs before, and he gave you a taste of your own salt.

Addictive.

Your hands tugged impatiently at his clothes. How unfair to be the only one naked. You wanted to taste the steam of his skin, to combine his heat with yours. He didn’t resist and pulled you onto his lap once you had undressed him completely, wrapping his arms around you again. He had made his suit disappear on its own.

»You’re gorgeous.«

His breath touched your ear, and you shivered, unable to deny how much his words affected you. Your hand wandered from his rock-hard, muscular chest over his happy trail until it finally brushed his immense arousal. He was so big that your fingers barely managed to wrap around him.

He hummed as he felt your touch, your fingers encircling him, and your thumb spreading hot precum over his sensitive tip.

»Oh yes, that’s it...« His rough voice filled with deep desire. It sent a shock all the way into your toes.

You wanted to get back at him.

For all the nice things he had done to you.

Without a warning, you leaned down, swirling your tongue around his tip, catching his aroma. You heard him hiss, clearly surprised, and felt his big hands digging into your hair.

»Fuck!«

Your hand slid up and down, wet with his lust and your saliva, while your lips wrapped around him. He was far too big for you to take him in completely, and yet you tried your best.

»Hey, fuck - slow down, slow down...« His voice sounded like he wanted quite the opposite, but he didn’t move, letting you set the pace. As a reward, you moaned around his cock, and the vibration made him tremble. How erotic to hear him like that. The desperate sound of his usually calm voice sent hot waves down the center of your body. God, how you wished you could see his face right now.

It only spurred you on even more.

But just as you finally managed to take him deeper, he stopped you. His hands grabbed your face as he slowly released you and pulled you towards him, licking the thick saliva from your chin and lips.

The sudden interruption made you gasp in frustration, but he didn’t give you much time for disappointment. His hand cupped your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he positioned himself so you could sit on his lap again, the pulse of his length between your legs.

His car was as big as your bedroom.

»Fuck, I-,« was all you were able to say, your head too clouded with lust. You looked deep into his red glimmering eyes, almost pleadingly. No words were needed to express your wish as you rolled your hips against him, that tender friction sweeter than the finest dessert.

His fingers brushed your cheek. »You sure?«

»Gosh, of course!«

The despair in your voice surely was music to his ears. Another teasing laugh from the depths of his chest. He kissed you tenderly, his hand still on your cheek. »Don’t worry,« he said now, while he moistened his fingers with a lot of saliva, inserting them to stretch you once more. Not that it was necessary, since you were still so wet for him. »You set the rhythm.«

Warmth flooded your chest. It was almost cheesy how much consideration he showed for you. Still, you were nervous about his size, and he sensed your concern, his hands stroking up and down your shoulders in a reassuring way.

It took you a few more breaths before you felt ready to lower yourself onto him. To your astonishment, he glided into you without much effort, making you gasp in delight. His long preparation worked so well that you literally sucked him in.

He grabbed the back of your neck, no less surprised, his chest vibrating with a deep rumble. Your own moan was unrestrained and almost obscene, but neither of you cared. You clutched his shoulders, waiting for a pain that didn’t come. There was only the delicious stretch as he slowly filled you, your walls so tight around him that you could feel every single vein of his.

He cursed in Spanish, softly and unintelligibly, before kissing you again, so hard your teeth clashed. »Fuck.« Hearing Miguel gasp your name made you clench around him. He couldn’t help but move, slowly, his body shaking with restraint.

Too slow.

You didn’t want him to hold back.

»Harder-« Your voice already hoarse, fingers tangled in his sweaty hair. You wanted him to lose control, to see him in ecstasy, to hear his senses leaving him until only one thought was left: You.

He said you would set the rhythm, so you picked it up. He quickly understood and adjusted to it. And it didn’t take long to make him snap. To grab your hips and thrust into you without restraint. Instinctively, you lifted your hip to grant him more access, and your lips once again sealed in a sloppy kiss, spreading saliva all over your chins.

Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, your nails deep in his shoulders as you moaned his name while he wildly and uninhibitedly took all of you. His movements send ripples through your whole body, foaming back into your core. It was almost too much.

But never enough.

The air in the car was filled with the moist sounds of your wet, hot bodies colliding, frantic breaths and harsh moans, and the tangy aroma of butter and sweat.

»You don’t know-« his frantic voice caressed your ear, husky and full of passion, »-how many times I fantasized about you.«

How shamelessly honest he became in the grip of intoxication.

But you felt the same. »Me too, me too, fuck, I wanted this so fucking much-« Cleary, you were a mess, but you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling the truth so excessively. You didn’t care how embarrassing you might sounded.

A strangled, excited laugh escaped his throat, and he grabbed your chin, pushing his tongue between your lips. You felt him swell inside you even more, filling you with a tingling heat that radiated all the way to your curling toes.

Even your wildest bedroom fantasies couldn’t keep up with reality. If you had known where this was going, you would have surrendered to him much, much sooner.

Your voice, full of pleasure, spurred him on even more. He pushed you onto your back, supporting himself with one arm next to your head, while his other hand found its way back to your bundle of nerves. And, wow, in addition, his cock hit that one very special spot deep inside you, leaving you almost in tears. This angle was something else. Your teeth dug into the crook of his neck while his thumb caressed that sensitive spot again, and you couldn't hold on any longer. He smothered your scream with his lips as the climax swept over you like a storm, rushing through your body and leaving you shivering. You took him with you. For a brief moment, his thrusts became uncontrolled, his hips wildly slamming against yours, before he spilled into you with a few long, hard movements. You felt him twitching deep inside, his hot seed filling you - and the screech of leather beneath. He had lost control over his claws, which were now tearing through the seat of the car, but when his hands found your face and cupped your cheeks, they were already gone again.

Only your ragged breaths interrupted the silence. You just looked at him, savoring the moment.

»... Is everything okay, Cielo?«

Slightly aching, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled his entire weight onto you. Now that you were slowly coming down from your high, you longed for his warmth. He came towards you willingly, joining your lips gently while he was still inside you. Your walls still clenched now and then, causing him to sigh softly. But eventually he slowly withdrew from you, leaving you with a sad feeling of emptiness.

Neither of you said anything. You’d already spilled too much anyway, but you didn’t regret it.

He bent to the side, fumbling for something, until he sat up again, a bottle of water in his hand. It was only then that you noticed how dry your mouth was. He opened the cap and handed it to you. You drank greedily in large gulps, but saved half of it for him, which he downed immediately.

Reality slowly seeped back into your consciousness. Cars roared past you. Colored lights flickered through the misty car windows. Shivering, you slipped into your top and leggings while he squeezed himself back into his clothes as well.

»... What now?« You broke the silence.

A sigh. He pondered for a moment, seemingly unsure what to make of the situation. »I can take you home.«

Wow, he didn’t even look at you. Disappointment coursed through your veins.

Did you want to go home?

His words from earlier came back to you. How he'd said that he wouldn’t lose interest in you. That he was drawn to you, and yet you were suddenly insecure again. Perhaps you had expected something other than to be sent home after this sensual encounter.

You didn’t want to go home.

But you nodded anyway, admitting defeat.

»Or ...«, suddenly his hand clasped yours. »You stay at my place.« A kiss on your palm and those cute little wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. »Which I'd prefer a lot more.«

Hopefully, your relief wasn't obvious when you nodded in agreement. »I had the same idea. No lectures tomorrow, so I've got a day off.«

He climbed back into the driver's side of the car and pushed a button to return your seat to its original position. You almost felt a little guilty as you took a quick look at the ruined leather. Almost.

»Good for you, but Anomalies never sleep. So I'll be busy.« He started the car, steering it back onto the road. »You could give me a hand, though.«

Oh right, the elephant in the room. Nervously, you scratched your temple.

»You still want me to join the Spider Society, don't you?«

»Correct.« A nod, almost business-like now. Kinda cute. When you didn't answer, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. »...So?«

You didn't have to think too long. Your answer couldn't have been clearer.

»Hell, no.«

He grinned. »As expected.«

»Are you upset?«

»No.« He took one hand off the wheel and intertwined your fingers again. »Rather motivated to show you many more restaurants.«

A wink, almost mocking.

»And other cars.«

You bit your lip, your lower body tightening in anticipation.

»... Can't wait.«

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Thank you so much for reading! I wanna write more Miguel stuff. If you liked my story, feel free to send a promt via ask!

[smol-stardust]

Comfort Within Rain

Dancing in the rain is fine, but when your favourite mafioso offers to dance with you, who are you to say no?

In love with the chibi mafioso so, here's some Chuuya fluff. He likes wine and music, so he's probs good at dancing right? We stan soft Chuuya :)

Cool droplets pittered down on your skin, glittering slightly as the city lights bounced off the droplets. The sweet thick aerosol scent released by the rocks and dirt spins throughout. The perfume attached to you; brings a familiar comfort and a flood of memories. A fond smile creeps against your face as the warm spring breeze wraps around you, tickling you, evoking emotions words can't quite pinpoint. Peeling off your socks and shoes, you leave them by the stairwell, away from the rain. You hum, swaying gently to the rhythmic pattern of the drops pittering against the ground. Days like this were your favourite, where nature swallowed you up, without a care, simply existing.

Lost in your trace as the natural symphony lulled, you gently glide along to your heart's content. Your hair begins to plaster your face, the refreshing taste of rain seeping into your bones, causing you to submit, letting the tender, watery whispers guide you. You feel a hand slip into yours as you glide along the rooftop in a trance; you blink and spin around. A small smile etched its way upon you as you came face to face with his sapphire eyes; the rain framed his face bringing out his sharp features.

"Sorry darling, but you look like an angel like that. Might I interrupt you and have this dance?" Chuuya murmurs, brushing some hair out of your face with a gentle caress.

You felt your face heat up at the thought that he's been watching you for some time. He stares at you intently while holding you gently like a flower. The urge to submit to the rain and dance with him overpowering you, causing you to nod. His eyes lightened up, giving you that rare genuine smile he reserves for moments like these. Your heart fluttered as his sleek gloved fingers caressed your cheek gently before finding their way to your hips, pulling you closer as the other hand remained in your hand. Chuuya hums as he guides you along the rooftop, his gaze never leaving your face. His usually fiery hair: now darker from the rain, framed his face. Only then do you notice his hat wasn't there, not that you minded, as it allowed you to gain a better view of his features. Your eyes trained upon his endless blues as he guided you along, gently spinning you around. The earthy songs and your intimate heartbeats set the perfect rhythm for the two of you to twirl around in. He pulls you in, warmth radiating upon you. Every so often, you'd take the lead, guiding him into a puddle to relish the sensation of the puddles and the way the water danced along with you in unison. He dipped you down gently and pulled you along as the symphony continued. The harmonic sways and glides of your feet never faltered as you relished in each other's company.

After minutes of the blissful dance, he stops and pulls you into his arms. "You're gonna catch a cold if we stay out for too long," he murmurs.

"Thank you for the dance," you breathe as you nestled into his embrace. Wanting to convey so much: things words could never suffice. But, somehow, you know the message is conveyed in the harmonic moment you shared. Similar to how you felt all the raw emotions he poured into your dance.

"Of course, love," he hums.

"Hold still," He blurts. You arch a brow at the sudden comment and loudness of his voice. "Close your eyes." He pleads softly.

You comply; he had a way of making you feel at ease and at home. So you comply. Feeling his slender fingers brush against your forehead, your eyes snap open. The raindrops floated off your body, glittering ethereally in the night, the city's lights refracting off the raindrops. You let out a wondrous laugh as he brings you in for a dip before he twirls you around. Just as swiftly, he pulls you close to his chest.

"'S beautiful," you gasped in awe. "Thank you…for everything."

"Mm, you are, aren't you? And anything for you, love." he purrs, staring directly into your orbs.

You stared at him, flushing from his words. His familiar smirk threatens to surface as he grins at you, sapphire orbs glittering in the evening rain. You stare intently at each other, afraid to shatter the silence. Chuuya hums softly, bringing his hands to your cheek. You shudder at the feeling of his rain-coated leather gloves. Leaning forwards, he tugs you forward, planting a chaste kiss against your forehead before pressing his nose against yours. You rise to your toes, pressing a kiss against his cheek. Sighing contentedly, you hold each other, gazing over the city and the floating, shimmering raindrops.

"Let's go home, darling," he breathes. "Don't want you getting sick now, do we?"

You sigh wistfully at having to end this so soon. Sensing your slight sorrow, he ruffles your hair and smiles gently.

"Let's do this again sometime." He holds his hand out, a promise as gentle as the breeze, promising something elegantly gratifying.

"Kay," you nod, smiling at the thought and slip your hands into his, ready to return to his embrace in the comforts of your home. Picking you up, he carries you down from the roof, ensuring to pick up your shoes and his hat from their spot. He plops his hat on your head, continuing his way down the stairs with you in his arms. No words were exchanged as you made your way down from the roof. Still, the soft glow of your souls warmed each other and exchanged unspoken emotions on this rainy night in Yokohama, a promise of companionship and something more blooming between you.

[femfallenangel]

hello! i loved your Tate fic<3 if you write for Violet I was wondering if you could do a fem reader where she and reader smoke togheter? If not, i'd like a pre death Kyle where they have their first kiss in college, after a party?

rather melodramatic , aren’t you ?

( violet harmon x fem!reader )

warnings ; smoking , mature language.

admin ‘s note ; of course i can :) if you’d like , i can work on kyle ‘s fanfic as well , it shall be out soon <3

A cool northern breeze smoothed your cheeks , leaving a warm red stain from the October coldness lately surrounding the entire city. Dark clouds upon your head seemed so heavy , as if the devil took control over the gloomy afternoon sky.

“ God , it looks like it’s gonna rain “ you whispered to yourself , lighting up the tip of your cigarette , inhaling sharp & deep , straight into your lungs.

“ Who cares , rain is cool. “ a voice behind you caused your body to flicker. A soft wave of dirty blonde hair came into your sight , her laugh mixed with the sound of leaves crushing under her massive , black boots.

“ You scared the shit out of me , geez , don’t do it again ! “ your features lighten up , even if meaning of such words might’ve say otherwise.

Placing herself in front of you on a wide , long brick wall , she took a cigarette case out of her mud green bag , offering you one. You shook off your head , letting her know you already have one yourself by blowing some of the smoke onto her corpse - looking face. She laughed , showing those pearly white teeth of hers. Violet seemed to be an angel sent to this earth , an earth filled with dust and suffering. She deserved better , you thought , lowering your sight.

As if the blonde was a mind reader , she placed a warm hand on much colder yours , caressing the skin softly. “ Rather melodramatic , aren’t you ? “ Violet asked your worried mimic , raising one of her furrowed brows effectively.

Your mouth corners curled up into one , soon fading away smile ; the silence was so loud , but not in an awkward way , not at all. You felt peace , for the very first time in your not - so - long lifetime. The gaze of yours locking with hers dark brown pools caused your intensities to squeeze tight , forcing you to sigh deeply , clearing out your throat after such intense smoke inhaling.

“ Just thinking … You always seem so easygoing , Vi , I mean , how are you doing all this ? Always waking everybody with a smile wide glued onto your lips … Are you a magician or something like that ? “ gulping loud your salvia , your piercing eyes analysed her smoking technique ; agressive & passionate , smoking so fast as if the tomorrow’s not gonna come.

Ash fallen to her feet , Violet’s gaze narrowed all of the very sudden. “ That’s the whole point , ( Y / L / N ). I want people to think that. One day I just got sick of people’s shit and decided to paint my own picture. I make them see only the things I want them to see. The rest I keep hidden. “ her monotonous , slight raspy from the constant nicotine usage tone replied right back at you like thunder.

Tiny raindrops forming quickly into much bigger ones irritated the lit up cigarettes , causing the small fire to crack. Looking at each other again , you fought the urge to wrap your hands around her torso and cry to her chest about how much she doesn’t deserve it. How much you don’t deserve. How nobody dies a virgin. Life fucks us all.

[bun-lapin]

Summer Rain in the Forest

Summary: Lilia teaches child Silver how to make leaf boats

A/N: I literally cannot stop thinking about Lilia and Silver's parent/child dynamic from the recent game update (there are no spoilers in this writing!) I wanted to write something that was comforting to heal myself from all the angst I've been reading lol This scene was inspired by an event that actually happened recently with me and my own kiddo <3

CW: mostly fluff but slightly bittersweet towards the end, Lilia as a parent, child Silver

A calm summer rain is passing through the forest as two figures, one big and one small, stop to watch the flowing water of a small brook. The steady drumming of raindrops hitting the black umbrella harmonizes with the melody of rushing water, like a liquid lullaby. Clothed in a dark, slightly oversized raincoat, the small figure, a child no older than 4 years, bends down and picks something up off the forest floor.

Holding the umbrella high over his head, Lilia looks down at the young child next to him and asks, “What have you got there, Silver?”

Silver looks up and the corners of his aurora colored eyes crinkle a bit from the full force of his childish smile. He raises a tiny hand, fingers curled around his newfound treasure, and exclaims, “It’s a leaf, Dada!”

Lilia smiles, a quieter reflection of Silver’s joy, and replies, “So it is! That’s a beautifully shaped leaf.” He glances at the rushing water of the brook and a thought suddenly flashes in his mind. “You know, Silver, that leaf might be the perfect shape to make a boat.”

Silver’s eyes grow wide with disbelief as he whispers, “A boat, Dada? But how? This is a leaf!”

Lilia chuckles softly with amusement, a comforting sound that comes from deep in his chest. Without a word, he reaches out towards Silver and gently takes the leaf from the child’s hand. Grabbing a similarly shaped leaf at his feet, Lilia takes the stem of one leaf and precisely pokes it straight into the middle of the other leaf. Carefully placing the newly built vessel in Silver’s hands, Lilia points at the leaf that stands tall in the middle of the other, “See? It’s a boat now. It’s even got a little sail!”

Silver softly gasps with wonder and his sparkling eyes dart back and forth from the leaf boat and Lilia’s smiling face, “A real boat with a real sail! And it used to be a leaf!”

Lilia laughs gently and gestures towards the flowing brook nearby, “How about we let it set sail, then?”

Silver silently nods and carefully kneels down next to the shallow, swiftly moving water. With both of his hands supporting the base of the little boat, he slightly submerges his fingers as he places the vessel on the surface of the clear water with delicate care. The rushing water of the brook holds the boat afloat and then quickly carries it away. Silver stands up slowly, and both he and Lilia watch in silence as the little leaf boat travels farther and farther away before finally disappearing from view around a bend.

Silver looks up at Lilia and tilts his head, “When will it come back, Dada?”

Lilia raises his eyebrows in mild surprise and then smiles a little sadly at Silver. In a gentle voice, he explains, “It won’t. The water only runs in one direction, forward, like time. It can’t turn back.”

In a small, disappointed voice, Silver says, “Oh… That’s sad, Dada.” He turns his head to look in the direction of the long-gone little boat and his eyes are filled with a regret uncharacteristic for his young age.

Lilia’s smile is bittersweet, a reflection of past and present. Holding the umbrella still to shield the both of them from the rain, he bends down and envelops Silver in a tight hug. Brushing a kiss against the child’s cheek, Lilia whispers, “That’s why it’s so important to always cherish moments like this before they’re gone. Keep this memory safe in your heart like shining treasure. Do you understand, Silver?”

Silver nods and turns to hug Lilia in return. Closing his eyes in a sweet smile, Silver sighs, “Love you, Dada.”

Lilia closes his eyes, listening to the sparkling sound of rain, and rests his cheek against Silver’s pale hair with a small smile. “I love you as well, Silver.”

[lost-in-frog-land]

New picrew game!

First: go to this website and click "generate" to get some random, made-up aesthetics.

Pick one, and then use this picrew to make an OC based on that aesthetic!

@pulchrasilva @ant1m0ny @pixel-nyx @pacisparrae @eldritchposts @harmonic-raindrops and anyone who wants to do it!

[witch-and-her-witcher]

neris | T | slice of life, angst, winter solstice | ao3

The path was a little bumpy and a little elf had to pick up your gifts along the way to deliver, @kix-j! I wasn't your original secret santa, but I'm so excited to share this fic with you for @acotargiftexchange! Also, please enjoy the mood board and playlist to accompany these baddies being a bit sad together.

It goes without saying, but thank you @wilde-knight for the read through and @iftheshoef1tz for the supportive discussion! <3

~*~

Mist creates a watery haze outside the open windows. 

The window panes are dotted with rain and condensation from the warmth of the fire meeting the chill of the December air, creating a spectacle of colors reflectant — evergreen and brown from the pines along the cliff’s edge, the vast gray-blue of the churning ocean, as well as the warm ember yellows, oranges and reds from twinkling string fae lights along the mantle, the roaring fire.

The air is just as crisp to inhale with the snap of humidity, the underlying brine of the ocean.

The eastern coast of Autumn.

Eris has promised to bring Nesta, and finally they’ve found the time to secret away to the cliffside retreat.

It’s more soothing than she ever could have recreated in her mind, even with Eris’s vivid depictions of times past. Now that Nesta is here, enveloped in the oceanside and forest, embraced by nature’s harmonized production of chaos and stillness, she can’t imagine spending time anywhere else.

You belong, the raindrops pattering on glass and cedar say.

You are safe, the warmth of the soundless fire caresses against her skin.

You are seen, the crashing waves call to her.

Home, Eris’s hands wrapped in hers promise. 

Rubbing circles absently, Eris seems hardly aware of the contact as he stares out the open windows and takes in the same scenery. Music plays in the background, heavier in low brass instruments as he claims is more appropriate for Winter Solstice than her favorite piano pieces. 

He isn’t wrong. The rich melody is warm and cozy like sitting cuddled up amongst the cushions and woven blankets on the couch with a partner and a warm drink. Free and easy like the temporary reprieve from everyday tasks and responsibilities.

Not that Nesta will admit it to him.

Directing her gaze to his face rather than the scenery, she wonders if her eyes reflect the ocean colors in compliment the same way the fire dances like it belongs in his amber stare.

“Still want me to close the window?”

Eris blinks down at her, as if he’s been startled awake. “No, it’s fine,” he says, voice gruff from the stretch of time they haven’t spoken a word. Entranced in a wholly fae way, a thrall Nesta never could have maintained as a mortal staring out of an open window — even to a view as picturesque as this one.

“Will you admit I was right, then?”

“Foundationally, it still makes no sense. It’s a waste of energy to keep the room warm with the windows letting in the chill.”

“Don’t want to take the excuse to use body heat to compensate?”

Eris’s lips curl into his devilish smile. “Was that your plan, Archeron? Not well thought through, there is fire coursing through my blood.”

“You’re so conceited,” Nesta says, studying her nail beds. It’s too difficult to maintain a petulant tone when she’s busy getting lost in his pleasing features. “I was only trying to make up for your own lack of imagination, provide you with the material to make a move.”

Eris sips from the ceramic mug with his mulled wine, the soft breath from his nose wafting the spicy, holiday scent towards Nesta. He squeezes her hand in his. 

He doesn’t answer because they both know she’s full of shit. Eris’s thoughts are made of nothing but moves. Maneuver after maneuver to shape the world to his will. To predetermine the outcome to his benefit. It’s why she’s sitting here now, a grand proclamation and then minute movements to shape the possibility of this reality.

Which means, Nesta is to his benefit.

She thought at first just politically, maybe even to spite her brother-in-law, but now …

It’s all of that, but more. The benefit is the way he looks at her now, the tension eased from his features and the gears whirring only at half speed behind that calculating gaze.

Unable to resist any longer, she lifts her fingertips to his jawline. Traces the freckles that dot along the sharp shape of him.

“What thoughts were you so engrossed in?” she asks as he tilts his chin up, giving her better access to follow the constellations down his neck.

“Truthfully?” His voice vibrates under her touch and Nesta smiles, pleased with his display of trust. Lady Death has her grip on his throat, and her Autumn prince can care less. “I wasn’t thinking of much beyond the waves.”

“That’s rare.”

“It is. I can’t remember the last person I could sit with and have my mind drift so easily and not worry about where the proverbial knife in my back could come from.”

Nesta’s hand dips down along his thickly knitted, creme sweater, down to his waist where she knows he keeps a knife tucked away. “I could make this more exciting for you if you would like. Unfortunately, my attacks are much more straightforward. Nothing beyond a block or counter strike to plan against.”

He shivers unbidden as her fingertips caress the skin just above the dagger’s hilt.

“Don’t be humble, it doesn’t suit you,” Eris says. Nesta scrunches her nose in response.

“Where’s the air left in the room for me to blow smoke? You took it all.”

“Tch.”

“Tch.”

Eris leans his head back on the sofa, pulling Nesta flush to his sculpted chest, easy to feel even under the thick material of his sweater. She settles back comfortably. Eris winds his arms around her middle and Nesta tucks her toes under his calves for warmth.

“Nap and then walk.”

Nesta hums in agreement, lashes already fluttering shut.

“Watch out —”

Nesta shrieks as she nearly loses her footing on the slick leaves coating the narrow trail darting between pines and mostly bare deciduous trees — the culprits for the slip hazard. Strong hands yank her back before she can teeter off the trail etched into the cliffside or stumble onto her hands and knees.

“You’re very bad at this,” Eris chides, not releasing her hand once Nesta is firmly on her feet again.

She doesn’t mind the anchor between them. Eris is always warm and it carries through their joint touch.

“Where I trained, there were more arrogant males kidnapping me and leaving me for dead … and less wet leaves. I’ll correct that error in the future.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”

“Oh?”

“No more training.”

“Oh. Right.”

Nesta stares out at the rocky beach coming closer with each tenuous footfall. She’s careful how and where she sets her brown leather boot, trying to use those instinctual fae senses in the way Eris has tried to teach her. To feel out the shape of the land beneath her, listen for the way it wants to be tread on.

You sound so old when you talk that way, she teased, and then added, Oh, wait —

He’d cut her off by scooping her off her bare feet, curling her legs around him while he pressed her back into the bark of an oak tree. Shown her that despite his centuries of knowledge gained, other parts didn’t shy away from a young male’s work. Like putting his back into it.

Those scrapes from the tree bark in her back had been the most delicious pain to tend to the following evening.

When she’d finally joined him in Autumn, he’d sworn off mandatory training, but it didn’t mean there weren’t lessons. They simply aimed to familiarize herself with her body, mind, grounding her as a fae rather than honing her as a weapon.

Nesta looks out at the blacks and grays of the stony beach and black, silty sand mixed amongst it all. Listens to the way the rocks roll back and forth over each other as the tide pulls them to and fro. Searches for a bridge to what was and what is.

No more training.

There’s still the occasional jolt of anxiety that she should be making herself useful, needing to seek her sense of belonging in the training arena — and then reminding herself that isn’t how she needs to go about it. Was never really about her, while it had helped, it had been someone else’s form of self worth projected onto her.

It’s been months and Eris still has to remind her she doesn’t have to fight to master herself, to prove anything.

Occasionally she misses the strength, the power, at the tips of her fingers and toes, her blade’s end. The lethal beauty of it all. The control of it all.

But mostly she feels relief. 

She rubs her chest absently.

“Stop thinking about it.”

She huffs. “Right.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m sure you are,” Nesta tuts, casting a look over her shoulder. Eris’s hair is tousled handsomely from the wind and his gaze cuts straight through her. “And should I stop thinking about it tonight, when we’re in my sister’s home to celebrate her birthday and Solstice?”

“Preferably,” Eris says. “Gives them less control over you. Worry about nothing but how good-looking the male on your arm is.”

“Gods. Are we really going to go together?”

“They’ll find out eventually.”

“It feels suicidal.”

They’ve completed their descent to the beach. Nesta follows Eris’s lead, picking along the ground to find a few good stones to begin chucking into the sea foam and waves. They face the ocean, comfortable in the sound of breaking waves against the jutting cliffside some leagues away and nothing more for a stretch of time.

“Maybe we don’t go.”

Nesta raises a brow. “Really? You’d give up the drama of such a grand reveal?”

“Under the right circumstances, I could be convinced. Although, it would be such a loss. To miss Rhysand’s face when he realizes where you’ve been hiding. A good reminder I can keep a secret from him if I want to.”

The male satisfaction of it all is clear on his face. Nesta herself wouldn’t mind sticking it to Rhys. But … She’s not sure she’s ready to face her sisters yet. The sting of betrayal is still raw.

And as for her mate.

Nesta worries at her bottom lip.

“Hey.” Eris turns, cups her chin and places his thumb on her lip to quit her worrying. “It will keep. I can still get my dramatic reveal without ruining our getaway. Your family will just have to learn you’ve been sleeping with the enemy another time.”

“You enjoy this too much.”

“I’m five hundred years old, dear. These moments don’t come about every century, especially with the likes of Rhysand. He keeps his cards close to his chest.” Amber blazes with the heat of too many centuries of history Nesta can’t begin to grasp. “I can enjoy your company deeply for the magnificent creature you are while dually indulging in a sense of victory. I’m allowed the occasional bout of pettiness.”

“Once a century.”

“If that. Realistically, every other.”

“Gods, you’re old.”

The insult bleeds through the sentiment she knows he’s trying to get across on reflex.

She stares up at him, searching for sincerity or that cunning flicker of a tell. Looking down at her along the blade of his nose, Eris keeps his expression open, confident, certain. Unperturbed even by her knee-jerk reactions. Youth, he’d told her another time when her mouth had run away from her.

It’s almost too much. Nesta wants to look away, to not have to face how sure he is in all of this. When she still searches for cracks in all that he’s laid out for her, in all that they’ve already laid bare for the other. She wants to hide away the vulnerabilities this male sees — sees and accepts. But the hand on her chin doesn’t allow her too.

She closes her eyes and exhales through parted lips. Tries to calm her frantically beating heart.

When did that start?

“What?”

“Nothing.”

It’s Eris’s turn to huff, but he doesn’t press. Instead, he tucks her close into the space against his chest where he can set his chin on her head, wrap his arms around her, and she doesn’t have to bare it all straight to his face. Nesta curls into him, relishing how easily they slot against one another, in the easy passing of understanding.

They’re both difficult people, but they’re difficult for a reason.

A strong wave crashes and sprays them, but it only joins the mist hanging in the air. The moisture is curling the ends of Eris’s hair and Nesta is sure her hair is frizzy from it, but she doesn’t particularly care.

“I like it here,” she says into his sweater.

“Me too.”

“It’ll still be here even if we go for an hour.”

“It won’t be an hour, you know that.”

After the initial shock, they’ll want to get them drunk to ply for answers. Rhys loves any excuse to tear through his wine cellar and Nesta’s reappearance with Eris Vanserra, in a romantic relationship no less, will free every cork he swears has cost him a small fortune a piece. The schmoozy interrogation, the looks of dismay her sisters will give her and the guilt Nesta will feel as soon as Feyre brings up the baby …

“Does it make me weak? To not want to face them yet?”

Eris hums, the sound rumbling in his chest against her. It inexplicably comforts Nesta to her core. Knowing that when Eris considers matters, it's not lightly or to sugarcoat her feelings, but with careful judgment, weighing facts. That’s why Nesta is prepared to ask questions she only wants to hear a real answer to.

“Weakness would be bending to anyone other than yourself. They don’t control you, Rhysand isn’t your High Lord any longer. They’re just family and being uninterested in their particular brand of overbearing, backstabbing, and tongue-in-cheek pleasantries isn’t weak. It’s strategic.”

“Is this from personal experience?”

“You see where we are for Winter Solstice. If I had to breathe the same air as my brothers for another minute longer, I’d likely stab one of them.”

They could use a stabbing, any one of them. But Nesta can read between the lines that any boiling over emotions wouldn’t be useful now. Eris has bigger plans and he needs his brothers aligned and on his side, annoying and horrible as they are.

Nesta pulls away from him. “Ready to walk back?”

Eris nods. He gestures for her to go first. Nesta grins knowingly, turns with a swish of her hips. If she asks, he’ll say it’s to ensure she doesn’t fall off of the cliffside — but the simmering heat in his gaze as he watches her backside will say otherwise.

“I can think of better ways to stay entertained this evening besides sitting around a stuffy Night or Autumn Court party.”

A shower and dinner pass pleasantly. 

Nesta feels warmed through as they sink back into the sofa with books perched on either side, feet kicked out on the plush ottomans. Between the food, the wine, and the fire, it’s nearly too much to add touching Eris as well. There’s a healthy flush to his high cheekbones, up to the tip of his ears, that she’s sure is reflected on her own features.

“Well?” Eris conjures the bundle of Solstice gifts Nesta had painstakingly shopped for and wrapped leading up to today. “Are we arriving late to exchange gifts?”

By now, it’s surely been thoroughly discussed over dinner how Nesta has returned to her flaky habits. Not bothering to arrive with the plus one marked on her note of untraceable origins.

Nesta’s full stomach curdles at the thought of all of those harsh, judgemental eyes on her once again. Exhaustion runs through her to consider the amount of energy needed to combat that level of criticism, spoken or not — shared in the open, or mind to mind.

Leaning forward, Nesta snatches the bottle of dessert wine the northwestern province of Autumn is known for. The grapes there reach the perfect frost several times a year due to proximity to Winter and the vignerons work like fiends to harvest and press the delicacy. 

She pops off the cork.

“We’re staying, get rid of the other gifts however you want.”

She tosses back a swallow of the sweet alcohol straight from the bottle. Eris lifts his hand to flick the remaining bundles to another pocket realm, to some charity organization’s front stoop, she doesn’t know —

She launches forward to grab the simple, brown paper wrapped box with the loudest bow on the top before the parcel can disappear with the others.

“Except …” She considers the present, the recipient who will neither care nor know who the giver is. Sweet, innocent baby Nyx. “Send this one to the River House.”

It’s gone in a puff of ozone and charred oak. The scent of Eris’s magic lingers, but his attention span for the issue dissipates just as quickly as the gifts themselves.

“Feel better?” he asks, lacking any emotion outside of cool interest as he assesses her.

Nesta takes one more guzzle of the wine for effect and then sets it aside. “Yes.”

“Good,” Eris says, turning to face Nesta. “Because you mentioned something about better ways to spend the evening.” He places a hand on either side of her head while stretching his impossibly long body over hers, hovering just without touching aside from where his knees straddle her, pulling down the cushions beneath them. “Yet all you’ve done is tease.”

“Tease? Me?” Nesta says into the space they share breath, Eris’s lips painfully close. Her nerves tingle with the desire to touch, to press her mouth against his. To swipe her tongue inside of that now familiar warmth and forget all about troubles in her mind that preside in the far north of Prythian.

“You,” Eris confirms in a low growl. He doesn’t wait any longer, angling down to slot their lips together and stealing the breath from her.

Nesta’s toes curl in her thick socks. 

Eris kisses her with scorching desire. Licking the lingering taste of the dessert wine from her mouth and luxuriating in the soft sighs he pulls from her. Nesta bunches her hands in his sweater at his sides and tugs him closer.

“I can’t let my reputation suffer then,” she says against his lips, lashes parted enough to see the lust heating Eris through if his hot skin weren’t enough to give away his flush. “Let me see to that.”

Eris smiles devilishly. “Show me your worst, Archeron.”

Her stomach coils low with arousal and Eris rumbles against her with satisfaction as the scent of just what he’s doing to her curls around them.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Nesta pulls Eris down to meet the rest of her body craving to feel his comforting weight. As if by osmosis she may gain some of his unfaltering confidence. It’s a fool's errand, by all accounts. To try and master in a few months what it's taken him to gain over centuries. 

But as Eris deepens the kiss and shifts his hips along hers, his own interest heady in the air, Nesta thinks the effort will have a benefit either way.

[thelastspeecher]

yes but what is the best soup??

The best soup is my oma's vegetable beef soup. I have had and made many soups. Nothing beats Oma's Famous Vegetable Beef Soup.

But I'm also a sucker for a good chicken soup. Like a chicken and rice or chicken noodle style soup. But since I, personally, do not enjoy rice nor noodles in my soups, I find it tastiest without either one. Just chicken, celery, carrot, and onion in a tasty chicken stock/broth.

[howdothoughtscollide]

An Unwanted Goodbye

Dazai Osamu x idol!gn!reader

WARNING: mentions of suicide( you should've expected this) and kidnapping, major character death, angst, reader wear lipstick, very brief mentions of chuuya, akutagawa, ranpo and maybe atsushi(?)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Inspired by this post by @soysaucefu, I recommend you read it first.

Here he is again, at the first place that you met. Well, maybe not for you, but it was the first time for Dazai to hear such an enchanting voice that made him stop in his tracks.

The howling wind intertwined with his hair, giving him fluttering kisses of the cold evening and muffled all the bustling noises of the moving vehicles beneath him and the cheering of your fans. Dazai looks down to his phone, which is showing the livestream of your concert, as he spares no attention to watch your performance. You look so lovely and vibrant, singing while the colorful lights focus on your figure, as if you are the only shining star in the night sky. Right, you are his star, the one being so radiant that it hurts everytime he looks at you. 

You are the star that deserves all the love and affection of your fans, the one who always stands in the spotlight, while someone like him, only deserves to be faced with all the filth and ugliness of this world, thrown and drowned into the void of the night. 

This time, the song you’re performing is quite different from the first time Dazai heard you, different from your usual energetic and exciting style. It is so soft and fuzzy, like being wrapped up in a cozy blanket when it is stormy outside or being able to have a warm meal after a long and tiring day. And, there is also something unusual, that it carry such a …sad undertone, like the fact that you can’t help but feel under the weather while staring out as raindrops make harmonic thrumming against the window, like a lover waiting for their other half to come back after a long trip. 

Did you miss him, he wondered, as it has been a long time since he last basked in your comforting scent and encased in your tender embrace. Did your heart ache for your annoying lover, ache for the person who always pranks and causes scandals for you, for the one that makes you face major problems and dangers when his crimes are revealed.

Did you?

Dazai averts his eyes to the vivid stage across the busy street, where you are living with your passion and showing the world your dazzling beauty, one of his arms holding up. You’re looking so small now, fitting into the tiny gap between his thumb and index finger.

So little, yet so far away. Actually, too far that you’re out of where his arms can reach, and he couldn’t protect you when he wanted to, needed to. The memory was still fresh, as if yesterday was when you were kidnapped, hidden in a cold and humid place, and-

It’s all fine now, he thinks. All of that has ended, and now, you’re safe and sound, standing right before his eyes. And, soon enough, nothing can cause harm to you, Dazai will ensure it.

Ahh~, he is such a genius, isn’t he? Who could think of dying while listening to their darling’s sweet sweet voice? Well, how romantic of him~. He hopes you see the message he sent you, you’re his clever darling, surely you’ll understand it~. Dazai smiles to himself as undecipherable emotions swirl in his eyes, his gazes soften when it takes in your image, like wishing to burn the moment into his memory for eternity.

“Stay safe, belladonna.” He says as he embraces himself for the fall.

Eventually, the concert comes to an end, the lights are turned off, people pouring out of the gates and staff moving around to collect and pack up gears. 

After changing into your casual clothes, you quickly gather your stuff, shoving your phone into your bag since you can not wait to return to the comfort of your home.

“Y/N!” Your manager called out. “We’re going to a restaurant to celebrate the success of the concert, do you want to come along?”

“No thanks.”You shake your head. “All of my energy is drained by the concert, I’d rather just go home and lie in my bed right now.”

She flashes you a teasing smirk. “Oh? Eager to meet someone, aren’t you?”

You grin shyly, a tint of blush forming on your cheek.

“Then just go, I’ll take care of the rest.” Your manager waves you off .

You mutter a small ‘thank you’ before swiftly making your way out.

The car suddenly stops, disrupting the conversation between you and your personal assistant.

“What’s the problem?” You ask the driver.

He turns his head to face you, a frown appears on his face. “ I’m sorry, but it seems like an accident occurred and is causing a traffic jam. I think it will be long until the road is clear again and we can move forward.”

“An accident?” You tilt your head in confusion. “Well, if it will take that much time, I’d better go and have a look!”  You exclaimed cheerfully as you put on your mask and jumped out of the car excitedly.

“Ah! Please wait for me, you shouldn’t go alone like that.”  Your assistant is dumbfounded by your actions, and hurriedly follows you.

You weave through the traffic, taking note of a huge crowd before you. “Hm? What type of accidents do you think that requires so many police cars and attracts such enormous attention?”

Your assistant leans on the side of a car, catching her breath. “W-Well, it could be a crazy fan who want to draw attention. It’s right before the concert stage and you’re quite famous afterall.”

You quirks your brown in disbelief. “My fans? How so, they’re such lively and chaotic cookies, I doubt they’d pull off something like that.”

“Ha ha, yeah.” Your assistant laughs before she bumps her head against your back. “H-Huh? Why did you stop all of the sudden?”

She lightly tapped your shoulder, but you stood there, frozen.

It is fully displayed directly in front of your eyes, that messy brown hair, that beige trench coat, and even that white bandage, all dyed in scarlet, all too familiar. 

Ah, how can you be so careless and forget such simple things? 

The only one who would carry out such silly schemes on you, your biggest and craziest fan. Look, he’s even holding the handmade merchandise that he cherished so much.

You chuckled.“Osamu, wake up, stop messing around, you’re causing trouble for the police. Did you miss me that much? I promised I’d make up for you this week, didn’t I?”

But there were no answers. Dazai is still there, the hands that used to hold you is now so cold, the lips that used to whisper sweet nothings into your ears is now closed and so silent, and the face, the face that used to smile at you warmly is now painted with the color of crimson. Except, it's not the bloom when you tease him, not the lipstick smudge when you kiss him behind the stage, it's the color of the twisted fate, of the bitter farewell which needed no melancholic melodies or complicated words for him to sing it to you.

“You’re joking, r-right? Q-quit it with your little pranks, I-I may actually get mad at you, you know?” Your voice trembles as giggles and giggles pour out of your mouth, not noticing your quivering hands reaching out as a poor attempt to clasp his, just to be interrupted by police officers, or the worried glances your assistant shoots you while explaining the situation to them, or even the flickering of cameras and quiet murmurs of others. Well, why should you, when the sight of your lover alone has the ability to suspend the flow of time and take your breath away, especially now once overwhelmed with red? 

You blink, trying to make a clearer view of Dazai. 

Yet, it’s just getting more blurry and hazy. What’s covering your vision? What’s making your cheeks feel so warm? Questions echoed in your mind as darkness envelope your senses.

You wake up to the bright and golden sun rays tumbling through the flimsy and translucent curtains. Examining the room, it’s decorated with sturdy and substantial wooden furniture in a welcoming manner, but it’s a strange place, nonetheless.What happened?

“Oh my, you’re finally awaken.” You avert your eyes to the surprised voice of your assistant. “Here, please watch some TV.” She says before running off to announce the doctors and the manager.

You divert your attention back to the glowing screen, broadcasting daily news.

“Yesterday, a famous idol’s partner was found jumping from a tall building in front of where their concert took place. Police say that this could be a suicide but the reason is unknown and still need further investigation. The-”

Your eyes widen, memories start flooding in your head, the red and blue lights of police cars, the yellow and black stripe of the barricade tape, you remembered it all.

“Y/N!” Your manager thrust open the door. “Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? The doctors will come soon, so sit here and rest for a little bit, will you?”

You nod blankly at her, not even sure about how to answer. Then, doctors and nurses enter the room to check up on you, and police officers question you about the incident. During the whole process, the only thing they received were just nods and shakes, along with dry and simple phrases departing from your mouth, as if you’re a robot that isn’t fully programmed and is learning how to speak.

Your manager is on the verge of pulling all her hair out, a troubled look on her face. You’re still alive and healthy, eating and sleeping like you’re supposed to. But that’s it, other times you just merely glance at the windows, immersed in your own spiral of thoughts.

Before your manager’s hands decide it’s time to go bald, she spots some tuff of light gray hair.

“You come, at last!!!” Is that tears on her face? “You’re his acquaintance, right? Please do something, this is their room”.

The boy was baffled by your manager, dark circles clearly evident under his eyes. “A-Ah, yes, I’ll try my best” He says before reluctantly twisting the door knob.

“H-Hi, It’s been a long time. Do you remember me? I’m Atsushi Nakajima from the Armed Detective Agency.” He seems to be nervous, fidgeting his hands and gluing his eyes to the floor. 

“I-I heard that you refused to leave the hospital, are you not feeling well? Ha ha, what am I even saying, you’re sitting right here.” He laughed it off, then a sigh escaped his lips. “I know that you’re feeling distressed and I understand, since he is also someone very important to me. We’re going to hold Dazai’s funeral in several days, do you think you can come?”

Upon hearing Dazai’s name, you whipped your head at Atsushi. He yelped, taken aback by your abrupt movements and your catatonic gaze. If you could see your eyes at the present, you’ll notice how it is devoid of any sparks, like gemstones that have lost its glimmer, like a bottomless abyss where emotions cease to exist. Similar, isn’t it? Alike to his eyes the first time you met, alike to his eyes on that specific night when he concludes there’s nothing in this world to hold him back.

Did he think you are not enough of a reason?

Before those ideas take over you, and before Atsushi could react, you close your eyes. “Thank you, Atsushi. I’ll attend the funeral, you can send the invitation to my manager. Please leave now.”  Your voice was calm but determined, leaving no rooms for objection.

After you hear a soft thud, you turn your head to the window again. And this time, you let yourself be devoured by those guesses and assumptions again.

As the unceasing cold and incessant raindrops knock on your face, it breaks you out of the scrambling voices in your head and the numbness of your body.

Ah, where are you again?

You eye the scene in front of you, a gingerbread man pointing at the grave and yelling insults while the staff try to calm him, a boy with choppy charcoal hair coughing and faintly muttering something along the lines of he can’t be defeated that easily. All of a sudden, you catch a glimpse of a short male wearing a brown hat and your legs move on their own before you even give it a second thought.

“Ranpo”. He looks at you with a serious expression. “You know the reason why, don’t you?” It took all of the air inside your throat just to utter those words out of your dry lips. “Why did he-”

“I think you will be the best one to answer that.”

He walks away, and instead of untying the knots, his statement only adds more to the confusing mess in your head.

“Y/N.” Atsushi steps up to you. “Dazai told me to give this to you, so it must be something important.” He opens his arm to reveal something shiny.

Right, of course it’s important, it’s the key to your shared apartment.

Click clack

The fluorescent light lit up your whole bedroom, uncovering the voluminous but dusty merchandise and memories.

The walls are full of posters, with the biggest one being the elegant and cottage themed photoshoot of Dazai holding your hand and kissing your knuckles. The bed and shelves are stuffed with handmade merchandise from a fan petition after they saw the chibi drawing Dazai had of you on him all the time. There’s even a shirt with your face printed out that his yellow-haired colleague threatened to rip off when Dazai wore it to work.

What day is it? Honestly, you can’t recall, you didn’t care to. You take out your phone that was tossed aside since the concert, the battery was concerning low. Well, today is-

One unseen message from Osamu Dazai

Just six words, but enough to make your thumb trembles with fear in order to press on the screen.

For a moment, there was only pure and thick silence in the room, then continual and hollow laughters attempting to take over, just to be absorbed by the denseness of the walls and agonizing sobs and incoherent whimpers.

If death take my hand-

It did, and now you’ve left pieces of you in me that if I tried to pull it out, it would just cause more unbearable pain and draw me with prodigious nostalgia on its path-

I would hold you with the other-

You said we’d clutch our hands and be in each other’s soothing warm if we commit double suicide. You said if we go down, then we go down together. And look at what you did, completely go against your words-

And my love will lead me to you everytime.

Osamu, the dead can’t return, and so do you. This isn’t even funny anymore. You silly, stupid, cruel, heartless, insensitive, bastard, liar-

You can keep crying and crying, until your voice is hoarse and your eyes are heavy. But there will be no one to alleviate your suffering or distract you by making a fool of themselves. No one, not anymore.

A/N: This is my first work, I tried to keep a serious tone but the longer it get the more my goofy side tried to win over. Guess I can't write angst seriously ¯_(ツ)_/¯. Also English isn't my first language, so sorry if there is any the grammar mistakes.

Anyways this is a poor attempt at thirst traps of Dazai falling of a building. You can see that I never watch thirst trap before lol.

Imagine you're crying over your lover's death but your fans made thirst traps of him dying 😐.

[lunalockley]

Body and soul

Masterlist

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and more fluff

Summary: After a long day you get home to watch your favorite movie with your favorite soft boy

Words: 800, working on making them longer

Notes: There's some rain, some Pride and Prejudice, some kisses and some fluffy Steven <3

It’s raining on your way back home. The city lights reflect a dazzling echo on the wet pavement, raindrops looking like sparkles on the ground. It’s magical. But you feel too exhausted to appreciate it.

You had too much work to get done today, having barely a few minutes to have a snack every now and then and now you are starving. Your head is pounding at your temples. Your hands are numb and your feet are creeping cold despite the warm socks you’re wearing under your shoes. Even your ears hurt from the chilling air.

All you can think is to put yourself under a stream of hot water and lay on the sofa wearing the comfiest sweatsuit you own with a big cup of hot tea. You don’t even feel like cooking, you’ll order some dinner while you wait for Steven to get home.

That’s what you are thinking when you open your flat’s door and the smell of your favorite soup feels so good that almost makes you cry. As soon as he sees you Steven rushes to kiss you, taking care of your umbrella and coat while he tells you they closed the museum early for lack of visitors.

But instead of answering you only react by holding him as close as you can. His embrace instantly makes you feel better.

You’d think your cold nose against his neck would make him flinch but he only hugs you tighter. Like he knew the warmth of his body has the power to soothe any pain.

“It’s freezing cold, isn’t love?” he asks, smoothing your hair and brushing his fingers in your neck, realizing the tension effortlessly. “I wanted to surprise you by picking you up at work but then I thought that waiting for you with some warm food was better”.

At your lack of words, he backs up a little to look at your face. And he doesn’t even need to ask, he already knows. That’s how much in sync he is with you. You could bet even your heartbeats pound in perfect harmonization.

“What if you change into some comfortable clothes and we have dinner watching whatever you feel like watching? Hmm? What'd you think, love?”

Yet, it still astonishes you how he always knows exactly what to say and what to do to make you feel better. You think he doesn’t even notice it because that’s who he is. Being this kind, considerate, and thoughtful is a second nature to him. It’s as natural to him as breathing.

So later, even when Pride and Prejudice it’s one of your favorite movies, you spent half of the time watching him instead. You’re hypnotized by his genuine reactions, despite the fact he must have watched the movie as many times as you have. You’re absorbed by how he’s not scared of showing his emotions. Completely caught up by the strength behind his open vulnerability.

You melt when he says he gets Darcy’s hand flex because that’s how he feels every time he touches you, when he shakes his head in disapproval at the appearance of Mr. Wickham, when he softly hums the melody of the dancing scene into your neck, when he laughs at the one flower Collin uses to propose, when he holds you closer at Darcy’s confession, when he caresses your hands holding them to his chest at the dawn scene, when he gets teary watching the emotion on Mr. Bennet's face at the end of the movie, and when he helps you get up from the couch, saying he can’t offer you half of Pemberley but all of his heart.

But then he makes you weak on the knees by repeating Darcy’s words in between kisses while leading your way to the bed: “You have bewitched me,” the gentle caresses of his palms on your cheeks, the breathlessness of his low voice sending goosebumps all over your skin, “body and soul”.

You turn around and push him into the mattress. Climbing onto him and easing with your lips that point where his brows meet sometimes, pronouncing the words as a veneration: “And I love,” a fluttering kiss on his eyelids that steal him a soft sight. “I love,” gentle kisses on his flushed cheekbones. Then you back up a little to look him in the eyes, your heart hammering in your chest and all the discomforts of the day long-forgotten as you whisper “I love you”.

[reitski]

❝𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐱 𝐆𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 : fluff!, swearing, smoking, tattoo studio owner!shidou

''Damn,'' Shidou cursed underneath his breath. ''it's raining again!'' He hated summer rains.

He looked through the window from his tattoo studio. It was a lovely day. After all, he had an appointment with his favorite client. Shidou knew how congested the traffic was on rainy days. ''Fuck, I hope they will be here soon.'', he looked the outside one more time and came back to work.

Shidou Ryusei missed you. He missed the feeling that you gave him, touching the soft skin while he tattoos your body. He found you interesting among thousands of customers. Loved the grin that formed on your face while entering his studio. Loved the way how you mocked him every single time. Also he was grateful, secretly, that you didn't scared of him.

He smiled slightly as he remembered the first day you both met. You wanted a cherry blossom tattoo just below your chest. It was a risky and painful choice, for a first tattoo. Frankly he expected to you cry, ready to make fun of you with a wide smirk on his face. Shidou was in shocked when you bursted into laughter as soon as tattoo machine touched your body. Yes, you were definitely interesting.

Smell of the rain-soaked soil was everywhere. The sunlight was harmonized with the raindrops that made soothing sounds each time they fell. Sadly this sight wasn't enough to appease him. He was looking at clock impatiently. Your appointment time was already past.

He felt that he was starting to get angry and worried slowly. Sighed deeply and went out to smoke a cigarette for calm himself down. He was hopefully looking around to see your figure. You didn't respond any of his calls so he decided to spam you with texts.

''HEYYYYY''

''WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU''

''damn''

''it's already past 4pm, you fucking idiot''

He continued to write without interruption until seeing your message.

''I'm two blocks down the tattoo studio''

''pls come here and bring a dry towel with u''

Shidou was confused over your messages, what the fuck were you doing there in rain? He thought some scenarios in his head and was ready to beat someone. He quickly grabbed a towel and a umbrella, then started running.

He stopped when saw you and a kitten on your lap. You took off your coat to cover the cat from rain. Drops were running down the hem of your skirt. Shidou took you under his umbrella.

''Oh, Ryusei! Look at the kitten I found on the road! Isn't it so cute? But it was all soaked from the rain, did you bring towel?''

Shidou felt really weird. It was as if he had a work of art in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off you.

''Ryusei, are you listening?'', you asked him while petting the kittens head.

He threw the towel at you, his cheeks were burning. Shidou Ryusei, the scary tattoo studio owner was blushing.

You groaned at him but took the towel quickly, drying kitten. You stood up holding the cat in your arms and felt a weight behind your back. Shidou was hugging you. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, it was the same everytime he touched you. You loved him so much but you were afraid too. Afraid of ruining the relationship you two share. Afraid of losing him, even though you never had him.

''Shidou, I-''

''Just shut up and let me hold you.''

You could feel his hot breath against your neck. One of his big hands were on your waist, hugging you tightly. The other one was still holding the umbrella. He stepped back and draped his coat over your shoulders. You looked at him with a surprised look.

''What the hell are you looking at? I can't do your tattoo if you get sick, right?'', his grin grew as he saw you flustered. ''Let's go! You don't want that wet sewer rat in your lap to get cold, do you?''

''Fuck you Ryusei!''

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