#it takes sitting on the idea for a while just to comprehend WHAT without even getting into HOW

[haine-kleine]

pov: you are the plot twist that has irrevocably changed the chemistry in all teenage viewers brains

[zlut4rina]

I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON BOTTOM GISELLE

This but she's also fucking around with her best friend :P and the bsf is also g!p

Parirings: Giselle x G!p!Femreader

Warnings: Drugs and Alcohol use, unprotected sex, slight oral mention, holy plot 💔, Uh yea 👅

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You and giselle met in uni. You both had mutual friends, and one day, they decided to all group up and hang out. You were quite the shy and reserved person, so speaking to a new group of people was like a death wish. Giselle approached you first, drink in hand, and a big smile on her face. She reeked of alcohol, and was that maybe a hint of weed? Who knows? Honestly, you could hardly remember what happened that night, especially after meeting her. You were too intoxicated to even comprehend what happened the next morning, still hungover. After that night, you both grew closer. You told each other any and everything. Your mutual friend would make silly remakes about how connecting you two was a bad idea.

And to be honest, it was. You guys went everywhere together, you did everything together, and you two were like the ideal friendship everyone wished that they had. Despite her chic and bad girl demeanor and style, she was a completely different person when it came to sex. You two told each other about your sex stories all the time. You didn't have much since you never really liked socializing. But giselle practically had bedtime stories for you every night. At some point, she stopped doing that. She stopped fucking around, it's been a while since you heard one of her outrageous sex stories. Anytime you'd ask her about it, she'd brush you off, saying, "It's just not my style anymore" or how she needs to focus on other things.

Her true reason being was because of you. She couldn't stop herself from having disgusting lewd thoughts about you, especially after she found out about you little 'secret'. The day you told her you had a dick flipped a switch in her brain. That was all she could think about that night. Even though she hooked up with some guy, she could only imagine how yours felt. You were so oblivious to this that it actually turned her on sometimes. The way she would purposely sit in your lap a certain way, just to fulfill a small part of her fantasies. The way she would grind on your lap just a little, masking it as her 'Trying to get comfortable'.

Your stupidity brought her to her breaking point. One night in your doorm, you two were played up cuddling, watching some drama on your laptop. A random surge of boldness ignited in her, her hand that was rested on your chest slowly made its way down under the covers cupping your bulge. You both were only in your underwear. You both established that it was fine to be dressed like that since you're so close.

And you know, one thing led to another. And here she is, back arching for you, face buried deep into the pillow soaked of her tears and the drool from her mouth. You never thought this day would come. Honestly, I mean, you dreamed about it sure, but for it to actually come true was insane. Take this opportunity to fuck her raw without a condom, only cause she asked so nicely. Your fingers digging into the flesh on her hips. Trying to keep as quiet as you could, drawing orgasm after orgasm from each other. By the time you both were completely fucked out, you both looked like you survived some sort of war. Both of you bitten and bruised, the sheets drenched in mixed fluids. After that night fucking your best friend become such a normal thing, obviously you couldn't tell anyone about it though. But of course some of your friends got a little suspicious.

"You two always go home so early. It's like your dating or something."

You weren't necessarily dating, nor were you necessarily NOT dating. It was complicated, but in a good way. You didn't mind getting to fuck the pretties girl on campus whenever you wanted. Having her all to yourself was like a dream you never wanted to wake from. Giselle would wear skimpy, slutty outfits when going out just for you to ruin her in.

"So that's why you wore this, huh? Just for my attention?" You were balls deep inside her. A handful of her hair in your grasp, as you pounded her from behind. "You're so dirty, baby." You whispered into her ear, nipping at it. Giselle is a backshot warrior. Like omfg, the first couple of times you twocdid it, she would always want you to bend her over. You loved it too, the sight of her back angled so perfectly for you, ugh to die for. The way she whines into the pillow when you hit 'that spot' repeatedly. Her nails would be scattered all over your bed with how hard she was gripping the sheets. Her makeup stained your pillow once again.

Everyone thinks she's such a badass and takes the lead with everything she does, just not in all casses. The second she's with you behind closed doors, she's like putty. She's immediately on her knees, ready for her instructions on how to please you. Sucking you off with the prettiest hooded eyes. Her lipstick smudged on her lips as mascara ran down her face. She'd stick her tongue out and place it on the bottom on your tip as you shoot loads into her mouth, some of it hitting her nose and teeth. You weren't usually rough with her unless she'd as or she'd done something to rile that up in you. Spitting in her mouth and pulling her head back by her hair, demanding she swallow it. gulp

She absolutely loved it when you're rough with her, too. Making you upset at an outing, and the only way to calm you down is if she's bent over and taking your full length. Crying your name out as you handle her body roughly. Saying she deserves this for being bad and how she wanted this. "Don't tell me you can't handle it, princess." Meanwhile, she's literally struggling to even breathe against the soaked pillow. Her hair is a complete mess, sticking to her face from all the sweat. So, of course, you have to help her out. Taking a handle full of it and pulling her head back. While saying the dirtiest things to each other all night.

That's usually how most of your nights went. Bending her over or having her on her knees, you got whatever you wanted out of her. She's your best friend, that's what best friends do, right? They take care of each other's needs.

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[authorhjk1]

Girlfriend

(SuA X Male Reader) Word count: 2966 words

You watch with open eyes. SuA's hands open your belt agonizingly slow. You let out a shakey breath as she looks up at you. That blonde hair looks good on her and you have to hold yourself back from trying to touch it.

"You don't have to do this. It was just a joke."

"A joke?"

SuA chuckles as she pulls down your pants and exposes your boxers.

The two of you are in the living room of Dreamcatcher's dorm. You're sitting on their couch, while SuA is kneeling in front of you.

"I don't consider this a joke."

She gently places her hand flat on your underwear, now able to feel your cock against her palm through the thin material.

"I was going to set this rule for myself anyway."

She continues to carefully rub your cock while looking up at you.

"I'm going to give my boyfriend head every single day. No exceptions."

You hear your breath hitch and SuA smirks.

"You like the idea? You want me to suck your cock every day?"

You quickly nod, slowly falling into her trance.

"Good boy."

She murmurs as she leans down to give your clothed cock a kiss on the tip. Goosebumps build on your skin as you feel her carefully nudging your cock with her nose, her hands now flat on your thighs.

"Of course..."

SuA interrupts herself to place her tongue on your boxers, right on your tip, before she drags it slowly towards the base.

"You can ask for more if you want them."

She now backs up again, letting her tongue move from your base to your tip. You almost let out a needy whine as you try to control yourself. At this pace you're afraid she's going to make you bust inside your boxers.

"One a day is just the bare minimum I set for myself."

You feel SuA's fingers slowly drawing patterns on your naked thighs as she now delivers small pecks to your clothed cock.

"So, this is just-just purely hypothetic-hypothetical..."

You take a deep breath, to keep it together. But you're afraid her answer to your incoming question might make you cum without her even needing to touch you.

"...if I'd ask you to give me a blowjob ten times a day..."

The pitch in your voice rises as SuA wraps her lips around the tip of your clothed cock. She doesn't let you finish your question by letting her tongue swirl around it. You have to close your eyes. You have to think of something else.

When she finally stops, she looks back up at you as you open your eyes again.

"If you want ten, you can have ten."

Her smile is both assuring and teasing at the same time. As if she's saying that she'd love to blow you ten times a day, but also knew you were gonna ask her for more.

"Are you serious?"

You ask in disbelief, still unable to properly comprehend what SuA is saying.

"Of course, honey."

Her hands still rest on your thigh, so now she leans forward, close toward the waistband of your boxers.

"Anytime, anywhere."

Before you can react, she bites into your waistband and starts to tug at your boxers. You instinctively lift your hips off the couch and SuA uses her teeth to take your underwear off completely.

Once she freed your cock, she wraps both hands around it. Your girlfriend seems to admire your dick as she gives you a couple of gentle strokes.

"I just want you to feel good, baby. But I have to admit it's not the only reason."

SuA places her tongue on your tip and slowly drags it down to your base again. Without your boxers in the way, it makes your head spin.

"I just love sucking your cock. It's so delicious."

She moves her tongue along your dick back up to your tip. While one hand now strokes your base, the other tugs a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"I genuinely wouldn't mind giving you head ten times a day."

And with that, SuA finally tales your cock into her mouth. Her wet lips close around your tip and you feel yourself sinking further into the couch. Her tongue teases your tip by gently flicking against it, before swirling around your head. Then she starts to take more. Your head falls back as her lips glide down your shaft. You feel her tongue pressed against the underside of your length while the hand that is not holding your cock is now gently cupping your balls.

"SuA..."

You groan her name, which only urges her on more. When her lips finally meet her hand, you feel your tip just reaching the back of her mouth. Just a little more and she would take you down her throat. The thought of being inside her throat is enough for you to shift around. Silently praying that SuA will go all out.

But instead of moving her hand out of the way and taking you in deeper, she lifts her head off your cock, her lips gliding along your length. Once her mouth leaves your cock, she looks up at you, while she continues to stroke your base.

"You just taste so good. I don't know if I can control myself."

Without giving you time to answer, SuA dives back in. This time a little more aggressive. Her lips wrap around your cock once more and soon her head is bobbing up and down your shaft. Her lips are tightly sealed around you, while her tongue is pressed flat against the underside of your cock. Whenever you are about to hit the back of her mouth your breath hitches, which SuA definitely notices. She moves her hand from her balls to your thigh, gently caressing it as if she's trying to calm you down.

As your girlfriend picks up the pace a little, your head rolls back and you melt further into the couch. You can't believe how good she is at giving head. The prospect of feeling like this every day makes goosebumps appear all over your skin. You wonder what life would be like if you woke up like this every morning. Your just open your eyes and there she is, lying between your legs and sucking you off.

"SuA..."

You groan her name again and definitely not for the last time. You swear you can almost feel her smile around your cock. With your right hand you reach out to her. Some of her hair has fallen in front of her face and so you push back the blonde strands behind her ear. You keep your hand on the side of her face, almost as if you're guiding her movements. But you both know who's in control here. SuA has the power to do with you what ever she wants. Her own hand is now reaching upwards, diving underneath your shirt and exploring the rest of your body.

After a while, she retreats once more, letting your cock escape her mouth. It's now slick with her spit and with a satisfied grin she looks up at you.

"Do you like that? Do you want me to continue sucking your cock?"

You quickly nod your head, which makes SuA laugh.

"How bad do you want mouth, baby? Do you want to feel all over your dick?"

"Yes. Oh god, SuA..."

You groan as she continues to stroke your cock while she talks.

"I love it when you say my name while my mouth is stuffed with your cock. I want to take care of you. Make you moan, whine, beg for my mouth."

It's a mixture of prophecy and empty dirty talk. The thought of you begging SuA to suck your cock turns on both of you.

"Your cock looks so good when it's all wet with my spit. And it feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes...Yes, it does."

SuA smiles and then you watch her gathering some saliva in her mouth. She spits on your cock, her warm saliva joining the spit from before. Her fingers immediately start to spread it everywhere.

"Mmmmh. It just looks so tasty."

She hums in satisfaction, her eyes focused on your cock.

Your breath hitches when you feel her letting go of your dick. Both of her hands rest on your thighs and your heartbeat quickens. SuA looks up at you one more time, a knowing smile playing around her lips. She can tell how desperate you are by now and she hesitates just a second longer, before she finally wraps her lips around your cock once more. This time she glides along your length hands free. Her lips travel further and further. She reaches the point she stopped at before, but now she keeps going.

"Oh fuck."

You groan as you feel your swollen tip push against the back of her mouth until it finds her throat passage. It's a soft squishiness. First it's hard, then softer. And then you reach her tighter, more sensitive passage which is her throat.

"SuA..."

This time it's more whine than groan. She continues to take more of you down your throat. You feel her wet tightness around you. Then she stops, right before your base. You barely have the brain capacity to wonder if she is playing with you or if she genuinely has reached her limit. Your head spins either way and you have to hold onto the couch with both hands.

"Oh fuck..."

You feel her sneaky little tongue move against your cock, while SuA still doesn't move back and forth. You hear her breathing through her nose. Your fingers can't hold it anymore. You have to get rid of that relentless pleasure somehow. Your nails drag across the couch, which is almost the only sounds in the room. For just a second her head moves and she lets out a quick gag. You guess she had to laugh at your antics and lost control for a split second. But that gag made her throat tighten even more around your cock. You're breathing heavily by now, closing your eyes while you try to start to fight off your building orgasm.

Finally SuA retreats again. Slow. Painfully slow. Her lips and her tongue are still glued to your shaft as she moves back. She reveals inch after inch of your saliva drenched cock, until she finally lets it fall out of her mouth. Your tip is whiter than usual, probably due to it being in her throat.

"That was so hot."

She says while wiping some of her spit off her chin.

"If you need something to hold onto you can hold my head or grab my hair."

SuA's cheeky comment almost makes you groan in response. Her smirk tells you taht she knows what affect her words have on you.

Then, she lowers her head once more. Her lips glide along your length. She quickly reaches her last point again. Your tip brushes against the back of her mouth, until it finds her throat. You feel her forcing herself further down. SuA takes more of you and then she suddenly gags. The feeling only speeds up your orgasm's build up. But it also forces you back out of her throat. Instead of giving up, SuA dives right back in. She takes you deeper, but more slowly. You hear her choke on her own spit.

"Oh god..."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you instinctively reach outh to grab a fistful of her hair. The blonde strands feel like silk between your fingers. It feels amazing, but it's nothing compared to her throat squeezing around the upper part of your cock.

After a few more gags, SuA's lips eventually reach your base. Once more she stays in place. She doesn't move. You hear her breath through her nose, just like before. And once again, her tongue starts to move. She tries to open her mouth even further and you're afraid she is going to break her jaw. But then her tongue slips out of her mouth, almost like she's a snake. Its end brushes against your balls. It's not exactly the feeling of it, but more the act it's that melts your brain. You can't believe your girlfriend is deepthroating your entire cock while her tongue is licking your nuts.

"Oh good...."

You can't stop groaning and your second hand joins the first. You're barely aware that you're pushing her head down, but you expect her to tap your thigh if she can't take it anymore. You feel your orgasm building and building. You know it isn't far off anymore. Your body becomes weak and soon SuA's head pushes against your hands. But instead of entirely retreating again, she only lifts her head, until your tip threatens to slip out of her throat. Then she lowers herself again, until she reaches your base, letting out a gag here and there. Soon she has settled into a steady rhythm. Up and down. Up and down. Your cock is being squeezed tightly by her warm, wet throat. You feel her nails dig into your thighs, but your hands are only loosely holding onto her hair. You don't even have the strength anymore to push her head down.

As she continues to deepthroat you, you feel a familiar knot building in your stomach. Unfortunately, you won't be able to hold on for much longer. Your cock hardens just a little more, which makes SuA moan around your cock in appreciation. The hum of her moan sends shivers through your cock and into your spine. You have to hold yourself back from thrusting further into her throat.

"SuA..."

You groan, trying to warn her.

She listens after going up and down one last time. Then she begins to retreat fully. You let out another groan as you see your so it covered cock. Strings of saliva connect the insides of her mouth with your shaft, until it finally falls out of her mouth again. Your tip is white once more. When she looks up at you her eyes are glistening. A single tear is rolling down her cheek.

"Oh my god, SuA....I'm about to cum..."

She smiles at you, almost devilishly. She wraps her hand around your wet cock once more.

"Where do you want to cum, baby?"

Her voice is slightly hoarse, but that only turns you on even more.

You honestly can't decide for a moment. You're tempted to ruin her hair. Or cum dow her throat. But the way she smiles at you, occasionally glancing at your cock, while she strokes it finally makes you decide.

"Your face."

You manage to say and you watch how SuA's smile grows wider.

"You want to cum on my face, baby?"

You nod, unable to reply when her hand picks up the pace. You can even hear it, due to all of the saliva coating your cock. That wet sound as her fingers move up and down.

"You want to paint it? Make it look pretty?"

You let out a deep, long sigh. You feel your legs shaking a little.

"Or do you want to ruin it? Cover it in your cum?"

You wish you could tell her that her face cannot be ruined. That she'll always look beautiful. No matter how heavy her face is covered in cum. But you can't. Your incoming orgasm prevents you from speaking. But SuA's eyes are locked on yours and it almost feels like she can tell what you want to say.

"Give it to me, baby. Let go of your cum. Don't hold back."

Her pace quickens once more. You feel your cock pulsating under her fingers.

"Oh god..."

You let out a loud groan. Your loudest so far. You force yourself to watch as SuA closes her mouth, tightly pressing her lips together. You wanted to cum on her face, so she makes sure that that's what's gonna happen. Can't be waisting anything for her to taste yet.

Your cum hits her face in several ropes, one after another. It paints her nose, one of her closed eyes and her lips. A particularly long shot even stains her blonde hair. Your whole body is shaking as you watch your girlfriend taking your cum on her face. Like you predicted, she looks so beautiful.

Once you're completely spent, SuA carefully opens her eyes. The cum that landed on her eyelid is now making it's way down her cheek on the path her tear made earlier. She opens her mouth and licks her lips, cleaning them of your cum. SuA moans in satisfaction and then leans forward to capture your tip with her mouth once more.

You groan as you feel her cleaning your cock. You reach out to hold her hair back. You flinch occasionally, your cock now a little too sensitive for her tongue. You expect her to stop, but SuA continues on and on. Only after a minute or two do you realize that SuA has basically started round 2 by herself.

"SuA, what are you doing? You don't have to..."

You get interrupted by your own groan.

Then she finally lets go off your cock.

"You were asking for 10 blowjobs earlier."

You're about to explain to her that it was just a theoretical question. But her smirk makes you realize that she's interpreting your words differently on purpose.

"And it's already 5 pm. It's gonna be tight."

Her emphasis on the word tight doesn't go unnoticed. Your breath hitches involuntarily.

"But I'm sure we will make it."

SuA reaches out with her free hand and pushes you back against the backrest.

"Just lean back and enjoy yourself, baby."

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

could you do a pregnant reader x rafe

a/n: okay but that got my brain buzzing, so i simply had to get all the thoughts out in the form of headcannons (written right before i fell asleep, sorry if it shows)

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okay, so picture this: he's the asshole frat boy, you're the cute college chick who unlike him is actually there for the education.

also, he's your ex...

you were only together for a few months, but still, that shit was intense, the relationship nearly broke you from all of the high highs and low lows

it was exhausting being in love with an asshole, hence why you're no longer together

he was totally the type of toxic boyfriend to only wanna fuck you without a condom, either by pressuring you or just straight up lying and then rolling the rubber right off either as soon as he got you into doggystyle or like halfway through when you were too cockdrunk to notice the difference.

so that might have been why a month or so after the two of you broke up, you were late...

i'm picturing that you finally took a test at the most chaotic moment: at the beginning of a party in a bathroom, your roommate doing a quick run to a pharmacy while drunk folks try to barge down the door.

when your roomie comes back, you're totally freaking out, full-on melt-down, while she sits on the counter beside the sink and tries to calm you down, thinking up other solutions to your symptoms.

but the damn stick shows you two lines.

you were pregnant.

"so are you gonna tell him?" your roomie asks you, but you're still on a completely different planet, trying to comprehend the result.

"huh?"

"rafe. are you gonna tell him? i mean, i assume that it's him, unless there's somebody else, in which, how dare you not spill."

"what? no, there's no one else. of course it's rafe's..."

"...so? are you gonna tell him?"

but you have no idea if you want to or even should. you don't even have the slightest idea what you might wanna do about it all, if you should keep the baby or not.

but timing really is a funny funny thing, because when you then decide to go home to process everything (because damn, now you can't stay at the party and celebrate the close call), you bump into none other then the man, the myth, the whore himself: rafe fucking cameron.

now, you're straight up crying at this point, just overwhelmed as fuck, so of course he doesn't let you just slip by without figuring out what in the fuck is going on, if there is some douchebag he needs to go beat up.

"there only douchebag you need to beat up is yourself," you spit out before you can stop the phrase.

"oh, come on, baby. you can't still be mad at me? it's been like a month."

"please, rafe... just let me go home..."

"no, not until you tell me what's wrong!"

and when you actually say it out loud, it's like the awful party music fades and the buzzing crowd around you disappears.

"i'm pregnant."

at first, he just stands there stunned, staring straight through you.

if he's holding a glass, then he definitely drops and smashes it on the ground.

but then he grabs your arm and wordlessly drags you with him, all the way up to his room.

that's when, in the dull quiet of his dark dorm room, that it really sinks in.

for a while he just stares at you, letting his eyes scan down your frame, surely imagining what you'd look like in a few months.

and then, out of the blue, he whispers, "marry me..."

"...what?"

"marry me," he utters with more confidence, "i know this isn't exactly how it should go, but babe... i still love you. i never stopped... let me take care of you, let me take care of our baby, let me give you the life we deserve. so what do you say? will you marry me?"

but you just stare back at him as if he's gone mad.

"...no."

your stomach starts to flip as you then see the first signs of rage flare up on his features, "what do you mean no?"

"rafe, i'm supposed to be finishing up my degree, being young and dumb, not getting knocked up by the last man i'd ever want to be forever stuck with."

of course he then totally pops off, pushes you into a corner, yelling, screaming, all the nine yards

saying all this stuff about how you should be grateful that he ever gave you his time of day in the first place, nevertheless get you pregnant with his kid.

sooo, me thinks the next steps in their story gets pretty dark, pretty fast....

we talking him taking you with him home to tannyhill because school is simply too stressful for you and the baby (in his opinion)

mayhaps he straight up locks you in a room and acts all nice, pretends that nothing is wrong with the way he handles it all

forced marriage? yes? no? yes.

him getting fucking FERAL when you start to show?

also him getting feral long before that, taking the chance to make sure you're really, totally, 100% pregnant, if you know what i mean (in other words: all of the creampies ever, just over and over again, fucking load after load deep inside of you + so so much cumplay)

and the ending? i imagine that one day, after your kid is born, you run away, baby in your arms and not much else.

you try and create a quiet little life for you and your child somewhere far away

but eventually (of course, just for the sake of ✨drama✨) he finds you...

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[vicolette]

𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, passing out/being sick, angst with comfort, not proofread

"You’re gonna get me fired."

Lamine couldn’t comprehend whatever you were saying – heck, he couldn’t even comprehend what was happening or why it was happening or how it was happening.

One thing he knew though, and that was, that he felt sick to his stomach.

His vision was blurry and, from what he could muster out were his teammates, they were anxious to the core. His heartbeat was rapidly beating as Lamine took in a deep breath, only to cough and move to lay on his side.

"Bro, you good?!" Alejandro yelled out as he handed you his bottle of water, yet your hands were still checking his pulse and then his forehead. Soon enough, you merely raised your eyebrows before looking at Lamine, furrowing them in disapproval.

"You’re not playing the next game." This one statement made him scoff as he tried to sit up, only for Pedri to tell him to stay calm and wait for the coach to return, the training field turning into a chaos.

Cubarsí paced around while trying to calm both himself and Gavi down, while Aurajo could only stare at Kounde, who had his face hidden in his hands. Everyone else was either trying to find out what was wrong, or too shocked to even be mentioned.

"I so am." Lamine said with a frown on his face, watching as you clicked your tongue after grabbing his leg and checking out his physical condition. Kounde had accidentally tackled him too hard during training and in the midst of apologizing, he fell to the ground.

Now, the problem at hand should have been his calf muscles, which were the ones where he experienced most pain whenever you pressed on it a bit too hard. However, it didn’t take a genius to notice how red his face was, helping you come to a conclusion.

Lamine had a fever.

"Nope." Your words were teasing, mocking, as you bitterly smiled at him and patted his shoulder, making him scoff. He didn’t like to be ridiculed, especially not by you – someone, who always had a say in every single aspect of FC Barcelona players.

Well, not every single aspect, but you were the daughter of one of the doctors and also had the very same smart brain, yet it seemed like you had gotten the playful side from your mother. It made Lamine throw his head back and pant for air, wanting to get over with this and stop the pain.

He felt dizzy and could barely even speak, much less move as he stared at you dead in the eye and hoped for something to happen. Anything. But he could only hear his teammates getting louder.

"Alright, I'm gonna need you to tell me where it hurts the most, understood?" Lamine heard less than half of whatever you had just said, yet had an idea and nodded his head, making you wonder if he seriously understood you. Nonetheless, your hand slid from his thigh to his knee, down to his ankle as you repeatedly pressed your fingers against specific places.

Lamine could only choke on his own saliva, barely managing to stay in place as he stared at the sky. A moment of silence passed by before you held onto his calf, making him nod and try to wiggle out of your grip.

"Lamine, stay calm." It made no sense to say that as you stood up and looked down at him, feeling a bit disgusted by how sweaty he was. However, it was completely normal and understandable, even if it looked weird with his blonde bleached hair.

Taking a step closer to his chest, you sat back down on the green grass and watched as he could barely move his head, pondering whether or not you could do anything else. You weren’t allowed to examine him without permission of your father, so you weren’t even allowed to check or patch him up, since this wasn’t your job.

"Pedri." The said person immediately came for assistance, his own hands almost dripping with sweat from feeling anxious. You tilted your head to look over your shoulder, glancing at Alejandro before speaking up again. "And Alejandro, get a doctor and Flick."

In an instant, they rushed off and split up to get both of them as soon as possible, whereas you looked back at Lamine. If you couldn't afford physical protection, then the least that you could do was help him mentally recover.

With a gentle touch on his cheek, you slowly rubbed your thumb over his cheek and by accident touched his nose, slightly cracking a smile before you apologized. "Sorry, wasn’t my intention."

Lamine could only swallow a few times while staring at you, his fingers aching as he tapped your knee to get your attention, making you look at his hand. Just by the gesture alone did you know that he wanted you to hold his hand, allowing yourself to make a mocking 'awww' sound before interlocking your fingers.

However, Lamine didn’t mind it as he panted for air to enter his lungs, his tousled hair damp at this point, his complexion ill and feverish. In all honesty, he felt like fainting at the moment, yet he remained calm and conscious.

"I like this."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

And after that, Lamine was completely silent as his eyelids grew heavier, slowly falling into the arms of Morpheus. Once he was out cold, your father had finally arrived, yet Flick was yet to be found.

"What happened?" He had said, kneeling down to an already passed out Lamine as he firstly checked his pulse and then forehead, while you just watched. If you were to follow into your father's footsteps, then you could always help Lamine whenever he was overworked, just like now.

You could solely raise an eyebrow as Lamine still held onto your hand, knowing how your father was getting more confused by each passing second, yet you just shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him.

"He's having a fever dream."

– A/N : I fear I love to write his blonde bleached hair😝😝

[00ops1e]

simon riley and fatherhood

When Simon came home from a deployment to find you, his sweet Mrs. Riley, about a month pregnant- he panicked.

He had never given much thought to children. To be frank, there simply was too much on his mind to even consider the possibility. Given his profession and upbringing, he always assumed parenthood just wasn’t for him. 

He knew you've always had a secret longing for a baby, keeping it to yourself out of respect for him and his sanity.

So, after the initial shock wore off, he couldn’t deny his excitement. Your giddiness certainly rubbed off on him. He acted a bit nonchalant, but you knew him better than that. 

You knew for sure there was nothing to worry about when you caught a glimpse at the open tabs on his computer, pregnancy blogs, lists and lists of names and ideas and tips 

The way he obsessively worked on the nursery was a big tell too, having taken time off to enjoy this privilege that he was lucky enough to share with you.

If he hadn’t initially panicked, he definitely started losing sleep when you found out it was a girl that you were having

Now, we all know and love Simon as a girl dad, but before he grows into the role, he’s a mess.

He’s terribly worried he won't be a good dad to her, that she won't be able to connect with him and somehow without that connection, he’d turn into his father.

For Christ’s sake Tommy was never able to give him a niece to prepare:(

Watching you nest, so excited for the arrival of your little girl, (along with a TON of late-night reassurance) He slowly let his worries slip away to enjoy the last couple of months with just the two of you.

If there  was any anxieties left, they melted away from him the moment he held your daughter for the first time. 

Half sitting on the hospital bed, pressed against you. His arms under yours, supporting your exhausted limbs. The limbs currently cradling your beautiful newborn.

He tears up while taking in the image of his girls, committing it to memory.

On those nights when it seems like sleep is the farthest thing from his daughter’s little mind, he stays up to soothe her.

Not so much because he’d rather you be able to sleep, more because he's completely infatuated with the way those little fingers wrapped around his one, the way babygirl seemed to relax when he spoke.

Simon walks up and down the length of the hall slowly, gently swaying with babygirl in his arms. There's definitely a visible trail formed by the heavy man’s constant, slow pacing.

When you wake up and find him not next to you, you rise and peek out the cracked bedroom door. Simon is lounging in the rocker, humming softly to babygirl. Talking to her as if she can comprehend his words. He is smitten.

To quote some comedian whose name I can't remember, he would take a bullet for you, but goddamn he’d use you as a human shield for this little life bundled in his arms. The love he has for the both of you scares him. He's completely whipped. 

Babygirl got your eyes, and lord knows he can't say no to you. This child will be the death of him.

this was supposed to be shorter but gd it was too heartwarming to stop. but moving on, HI GUYS LONG TIME NO SEE! sorry im morbidly depressed. anyway there will be a part two of this because its rotting my brain and i wanna take a look at when babygirl is older!!!! let me know what everyone's thoughts are please!

[honeyedclementine]

darling, come back to sleep

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sevika has slept less and less since taking over for silco. even when she did make it home to your shared apartment—usually long after your day had ended, she would pace around the living room, muttering to herself. on a rare night would she make it to bed, tossing and turning against your sleeping form.

you understood the stress of the job, you yourself had worked beneath the man, though your job for him was never as important as sevika's. you kept fairly normal hours, usually just manning the books until you had everything orderly enough to call it a day. sometimes, on an easier day, sevika would sit in your office while you pored over a ledger, reading glasses low on the tip of your nose. these days, though, she was more often than not locked up in silco's old office, lamenting the mess he left behind.

you even took it upon yourself to fix her arm for her—with a bit of jinx's input, of course. you figured it would be a small comfort for your girlfriend, another thing she didn't have to worry about.

this was a rare night she actually made it to bed. you were just on the verge of falling asleep when she sunk down into the soft sheets, a weary sigh passing through her lips as she laid down with her back to you. without hesitating, you rolled over and wrapped your arm around her waist, tugging her closer to you. you felt her tense for a brief moment—even though you'd been together for what seems like forever, she seems to have her moments where being on the receiving end of affection is a surprise. after a brief moment, though, she relaxes into your touch and you wonder if tonight will be easy.

however, something causes you to stir long before the rise of the sun. you reach over to the other side of the bed, finding it empty with the sheets still warm. well, at least she hasn't been up for long, you sigh to yourself, rubbing sleep from your eyes and sitting up. you listen for the sound of her meandering—sometimes she paces through the living room or pours herself a drink. when you hear nothing, though, you climb out of bed and head for her small office.

you were originally against the idea of her bringing work home with her, but after a few nights where she didn't come home at all, you decided this was a well enough compromise.

sure enough, as you stand in the doorway, wrapping your arms around your torso to combat the cool chill of the season, you find sevika poring over something on her desk. there's no light in the room except for a dim table lamp that casts a green glow among her face; expression contorted into one of confusion and frustration.

"darling, please come back to bed," you sigh, hating how desperate you sound. it's not that it makes you angry or sad to not have her at your disposal, you just hate watching her burn herself out. "if it's not getting solved now, it can wait until morning."

"everything is time sensitive these days," sevika grumbles. at the very least, she doesn't have a glass of whiskey in her hand. so, it is a better night than most. "smeech is on my ass, i need to figure this out."

you're almost about to give up—to return to your empty bed and pray she makes it back by dawn, but something in you is tired tonight and misses her warmth. you approach her desk, noting the way her soft gray eyes flick up to you, watching your every move. you place your hands against the wood, eyes flitting down to the papers she's looking at, but you're too tired to comprehend what she's working on. you can see her exhaustion in her eyes.

cautiously, you bring a gentle hand to her chin, rubbing your thumb lightly over her scarred cheek. "you know why you can't figure it out right now? because you haven't slept in weeks. get some rest, look at it with fresh eyes in the morning."

sevika looks up at you, expression weary, but you can tell she's close to giving in. she leans into your palm, tilting her head and kissing the soft flesh. you take the moment to brush your fingers through the nape of her neck—a spot you know will hit just right for her.

"come to bed, baby," you try again. "i'll kill smeech myself if i have to, i miss sleeping with my girlfriend."

"i'd believe you if you let me train you with anything other than a butter knife," she retorts, grabbing your wrist and pressing one more kiss to it before tugging your hand away. for a moment, you think she's going to keep working and you prepare yourself for the disappointment.

"it's not a butter knife, thank you very much, we can't all have big scary metal arms as a default weapon," you tease. she surprises you by rising to her feet, towering slightly over you, and reaching for the lamp. the room goes dark and you reach for her flesh hand, thumb going over her pulse the way you always do—you like to feel it beneath your fingers, a reminder that through it all, you're both still here.

"come on," she nods towards the door, letting you tug her along back to your bedroom.

you continue forward with a satisfied smile on your face, dragging her back under the sheets. this time, she reaches for you and lets you settle against her chest, your face in the crook of her neck. with your weight on her, you can hear the steady beat of her heart and feel the pace of her breathing.

determined not to let her get up again, you wait for her breathing to even out, tracing out soft patterns on her skin as you do so. as soon as she's asleep, you let your eyes flutter closed.

sevika gets a little bit better at coming to bed after that.

[pholla-jm]

Orange Peels

IMAGINE: ORANGE PEELS GENRE: FLUFF cw: none. luffy is a bit ooc. use of (y/n). characters: luffy, sanji, zoro, law, ace, mihawk ~~~~~~~~~~

Luffy-

You were questioning if you even wanted to ask Luffy to peel the orange for you. However, you really wanted to test the orange peel theory. 

“Hey, Luffy?” You walk up to him while he sits on the railing of the ship. He was fishing, which is the time where he is sitting still. 

He turns towards you, his full attention now on you. “Yeah?” His eyes flicker down to the orange in your hand. His pupils basically turn into stars seeing the snack in your hands. 

“Ooh, thanks (y/n)! I was getting hungry!” Luffy shouts, his hand leaving the fish pole and going to grab the orange in your hand. 

“Ah! Wait.” You quickly shout at him, while pulling the fruit from his reach. “What?” He pouts. 

“It’s a snack for me… I wanted to ask you if you could peel it for me?” 

Luffy slowly blinks at you, like the question didn’t comprehend in his head. 

“Well, I don’t like getting my hands sticky, so can you peel it for me? I’ll share.” That seems to do the trick. 

“Sure!” He shouts before jumping off the railing. You hand him the orange to peel and he wastes no time to peel it for you. 

His tongue stuck out a little bit as he concentrated on peeling the orange for you. Once the orange was peeled, he hesitated to give it back to you. He kept staring at it, his stomach just telling him to eat it, but he knew you would be upset about it. 

“Luffy?” 

“Here ya go!” He hands you the orange without even taking a bite. A large smile graces your face. You immediately grab the orange, splitting it in half- giving it to Luffy. “Thank you.” You say and Luffy grabs the orange, swallowing it whole. “Thank’s (y/n), you’re the best!”

Sanji-

You sat in the kitchen, fingernails tapping against the counter. You were hungry and the smell of Sanji’s cooking only made it worse. 

Surely a snack wouldn’t hurt. 

You got up, walking to the pantry to grab an orange. The orange sat in your hand but you looked at your freshly manicured nails. You didn’t want to ruin your nails. 

“Something the matter mi amor?” Sanji asks, suddenly appearing behind you. 

He looks down at the orange in your hand, “ah, if you wanted a snack you could’ve told me. I would have happily gotten it for you.” You smile at him, showing that you were happy nonetheless. “It’s fine. But can you peel this for me?” 

“Of course~~” He happily grabs the orange from your hand and walks over to the counter. 

Now, you were only expecting him to peel it. But you knew Sanji likes to go above and beyond, so maybe he would cut it up for you. 

You sit back down at the counter. Your chin immediately finds the palm of your hand as you wait for your snack. 

It’s not long before the neatly prepared oranges are placed in front of you. 

“Hm?” You sat up, looking at the orange slices in front of you. “Is something wrong?” Sanji asks, his hand immediately going to grab the plate. 

“No,” you grab the plate before he could, “it’s just… the pith is gone.” “Of course, you don’t like the pith. So I took it out for you.” 

Your face warms up at this and a smile lights up on your face, “I never told you this. You just noticed?” “Of course, mi amor! It’s my duty to know all your likes and dislikes.” You swoon on the inside, flattered that he even noticed something this small. 

You lean over, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, “Thank you Sanji.”

Zoro-

“Wait, say that again?” You tell Nami. “The orange peel theory. Try it out with Zoro. The idea involves the ability to understand your partner and their feelings; it's based on their tendency to perform simple tasks for you whether asked to do them or not ― like peeling an orange.” 

Nami reaches her arm up and grabs an orange from the tree, “here.” she says handing you the citrus. “Okay..” You say while getting up and headed to where you knew Zoro would be napping. 

You knew that he was a light sleeper, and sometimes he wouldn’t even really be sleeping. So would you feel bad for waking him up? Not really. 

“Hey Zoro?” 

You squat next to him. 

“Hmm?” 

“Can you peel this for me?” You ask him and an eye pops open. His gaze immediately finds an orange in your hand. He then looks back up at you, wondering if you were serious. 

“Are you serious?” You nod your head. “You’re not a kid. Do it yourself.” “Awe,” you let out a small whine, lips forming into a pout. “but I don’t like getting my fingers sticky. Could you do it for me, please?” 

Zoro looks away, knowing if he looked any longer he would cave in. 

“You could have asked anyone else. But you decide to wake me up for this?” 

The pout immediately disappears, and you stand back up. “You’re right. I’ll go ask Sanji.” 

Hearing his name caused him to snap up and grab the orange from your hand. You hide the smirk, knowing that he would get riled up just from hearing Sanji’s name. “You don’t need that stupid cook. I’m right here.” He mutters. “Hmm? But I thought you said-” “Shut up. Here’s your orange.” 

He hands you the unpeeled orange. Your eyes widen at the orange. He did it so fast, and perfectly. The orange peel laid perfectly at his side. It only took peel to get it all. 

“Thank you!” You happily say crashing into his chest to give him a hug. 

His cheeks burn red at the action. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go to anyone else for help. Got it?”

Law:

“Nothing’s going to change if you keep staring at the orange, (y/n)-ya.” 

You recognize Law’s voice as he strolled into the kitchen. The orange laid in your hands, because you wanted to eat it. But peeling it seemed too tedious. 

“Can you peel this for me… please?” You look up at Law with the best puppy eyes you could muster, knowing that Law had a weak spot for cute things. 

When your eyes met his, he immediately felt his heart skip a bit. Trying to keep his cool facade, he tries to avert his eyes. 

“How old are you? You can do it yourself.” He mutters and your bottom lips form into a pout. “Please, I know it’s childish. But I just don’t like getting it underneath my nails.” 

He takes a quick glance at you, and that it is all it takes for him to cave into your wishes. “Tsk, give me it.” He doesn’t wait for you to hand him the orange, instead he takes it from your hands. 

He’s quick to work on the orange, wanting to leave the kitchen already. He didn’t want you to see the growing blush on his face, 

“Here,” he says, placing the orange back in your hand and quickly leaving the kitchen.

Ace- 

Ace likes to make sure that he does almost everything for you. If he sees that you’re trying to do something, he’ll jump in and do it for you. Even if it is as simple as peeling an orange. 

You were grabbing a midnight snack, not knowing that Ace was up as well. You grab an orange, sitting down at the table and start to try to peel the orange. 

“What are you doing?” 

You let out a small shriek, startled by sudden presence in the room. “Woah, calm down there. It’s just me.” Ace laughs as he sits next to you. 

You try to calm your breathing down as Ace eyes the orange that was in one of your hands. He doesn’t hesitate to grab the orange and start peeling it. 

“Hey, I can do that myself.” You say trying to grab the orange, but he pulls himself out of your reach. A smirk on his face as he finishes peeling it. “I know.” He pulls off a slice and pops it into his mouth. Your mouth falls agape at his actions causing him to laugh. “Think of it as the boyfriend tax.” He says handing you the fruit. “But I didn’t even ask you to peel it!” He just shrugs, “doesn't matter.”

Mihawk- 

Mihawk swears he doesn’t like your childish antics. But deep down, it keeps him on his toes. He had something to look forward to. 

However, as he stared at the orange in your hand and the question still hanging in the air… he really wondered what goes through your head. 

“So… are you going to peel it or not?” “And why would I do that?” “Because you’re my husband, and I asked you to do it.” 

Mihawk observes you for a second, noticing how you were avoiding eye contact. 

He lets out a breathy laugh, “do you not know how to do it yourself?” 

Your eyes widen, “what? I do!” “Then show me.” You click your tongue, “it’s not about that. I just don’t want to get my fingers sticky.” 

Mihawk doesn’t answer you, he just stares at you, waiting for your attempt to peel the orange. 

It was silent for about a minute, the longest minute of your life. You let out a sigh, “fine. I don’t know how.” 

Mihawk smiles at your answer, then grabs the fruit. “There, was that so hard?” 

“Whatever.” You mutter while crossing your arms. Mihawk doesn’t respond, instead he looks down at the orange as he continues to peel the orange. 

“No matter how small or childish your request is (y/n), I’ll always do it for you.”

[hevexns-realm]

I has silly idea, what happens if you make Black Sapphire x Male! Reader?

I’ll give it a whirl, see what I can do!

Gothic valentine

Black sapphire cookie x male!Reader

Overplot: Pavlova sets you two up on a Valentine’s date, except that you two don’t know who your date is until you two meet.

Graphics by: @dreamyfalls and @yukiexpress, go check them out! ^^

You check your phone as the clock ticks by. Your posture is tense, you start to sweat a little bit, and you place a bouquet of dark colored flowers and a small box of chocolate on the table as you sit at the table that pavlova set up for you. He said something about not wanting you to be alone on Valentine’s Day, so he decided to set you up with a date. You wouldn’t mind it, if it weren’t for the fact you don’t know who it could be. All that you know is that it’s a guy who’s into gothic stuff and gossip.

You sigh hopelessly as you begin looking at the menu, trying to get your mind off it. After all, this guy could get sick and not show up, or maybe he already has a date, and just decided to ghost you. It wouldn’t be the first time it happens, but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. You keep an eye on the menu, trying to figure out what to eat.

The bell to the restaurant rings and you look up, thinking it’d be a couple coming in, but nope. It’s black sapphire cookie. Wearing a black pinstripe suit with a dark purple tie, his usual black sapphire gem broach, and of course, his iconic white flower pin pinned to his suit. He holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his arm as he leans against the doorframe, waiting for someone to take him to his table. He taps his finger on the doorframe as he begins to think about how pavlova cookie owes him if this goes wrong. He glances around the restaurant full of couples, and then he sees you. His eyes widen in surprise. He honestly didn’t expect you to be at the restaurant too, maybe pavlova cookie set you up as well? I mean, hate to admit it, but you’re not exactly the most talkative guy on the block.

Black sapphire cookie looks around for a moment before he steps over to your table and sits across from you. While it’s technically his day off, and is waiting for his date, he can sit with you and see if you’re stuck in the same position as him. You look at him with a gaze of confusion as he sits in front of you, his smirk never fading.

“So, pavlova cookie set you up on a date as well I assume?”

You nod softly as you glance away in embarrassment. You honestly shouldn’t have told pavlova cookie anything, but you knew he’d set you up anyways.. so either way, you would’ve been here.

“Yeah… I-“ you sigh in defeat. “I.. I don’t know if I should tell you how I ended up here…”

“If you’re worried about me using your words on the show, then worry not, for I left my microphone at home!”

“What..?”

You stare at him in shock, no, disbelief. That the gossipmonger himself left his microphone at home. You couldn’t believe it even if he shows proof of it, you just couldn’t. He never goes anywhere without it! Is this even black sapphire cookie?!

Black sapphire cookie looks away and has a hand over his mouth as he tries to stifle a laugh. I mean, he can’t exactly blame you for being surprised, but your reaction is so priceless! You just have this dead-stare with your eyes wide, trying to comprehend what he just said. Oh, you’re just so adorable, how are you not taken yet?

“Ah, yes. My mic started to bug on me, so my master is taking a look at it. I think pavlova cookie put something in it while I wasn’t looking, but I won’t know until I get a text from him about it. So~ you got lucky, your secret is safe with me tonight..~!”

You sigh in defeat as you stare at him, that sweetly cunning smirk that’s made girls swoon left and right.

“Tch… I told pavlova cookie that I wanted to experiment in my romantic orientation. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had romantic feelings for women, but I’ve been a little curious about how dating a guy would be… and… well, here I am.. He told me to meet here for my date tonight, and all I know is that he likes gothic stuff and gossips…”

You hate to admit it, but you can see why they were so crazy about him. He’s mysterious, elegant, and most importantly, charismatic. Not to mention his gothic attire… wait… gothic stuff and gossip… shit. He’s your date, isn’t he?

Black sapphire pulls out his phone and checks the text pavlova cookie sent him. He looks to you, then the text again.. and it finally starts clicking in his head.. you are his valentine’s date. A teasing smirk forms on his face as he leans on the table.

“Well well well~ and here I thought tonight was going to be boring without my mic!”

You blush a deep red as his gaze softens and puts his phone onto do not disturb as he sets it back into his coat pocket. Once done with that, he notices the flowers and chocolates on the table. A slight blush forms on his face as he sees the flowers. Black irises, black baccara roses, blue thistles, and lavender is in place of baby’s breath. He carefully reaches out for them and holds the bouquet in his arms. He stares at you with surprise, looks like you did your research on gothic flowers!

“I’m sorry if you don’t like them, I tried my best to research flowers that goths would like on the internet… but if I knew it would be you, I would’ve-“

“They’re perfect!”

Black sapphire smiles sweetly before he looks over to you, stuck in your soft sweater covered with a simple vest and trousers. You obviously didn’t know that you’d go on a date with black sapphire cookie. If you knew, you would’ve dressed up a little more to appease him. Then again, I think your dedication to researching gothic culture, history, and preferences may have saved you.

Black sapphire slides over the bouquet of your favorite flowers with a soft smile, watching you carefully take them with a soft blush on your face. You look to him and smile softly, bashful over being gifted flowers for the first time.

“Thank you- uh.. I didn’t expect that I’d be gifted flowers..! Uhm..”

“First time receiving them?”

You nod and smell the flowers. A soft scent fills your senses as your blush deepens slightly. You watch black sapphire play with the little black lace ribbon before he looks up and smirks a little bit.

“Well, we should probably figure out what to eat first, shouldn’t we?”

You nod before your stomach begins to growl. You put a hand on your stomach as he stiffles a laugh. You set down the flowers onto the table and look at the menu. Eventually you settle on some chicken Alfredo and some cola, and black sapphire cookie decides to have a steak, rare cut, with some sparkling wine.

The dinner goes surprisingly well, you two begin to chat about your lives and how they differ. You’re helping run the summer festivities this year, he’s getting insider intel on recent scandals that hit the news recently. Apparently parfait cookie’s new manager was caught cheating on his wife not too long ago, someone around his and your age. He was like, 45 in human years, mind you. After you both cringed at the texts he showed you that he paid to get, you two begin talking about goth music. There was many bands you were not aware of, and the only one you knew was cherry siouxsie cookie and the banshees, Or just siouxie and the banshees, twin tribes, sisters of mercy, the cure, and many more. You can’t believe how many bands he knew of, and they were constantly going up too! Eventually, you get a playlist link sent to you by black sapphire. He says it’s good for starter goths, or “baby bats” as they’re called!

You two just couldn’t seem to stop chatting while eating. You eventually order some crème brûlée for yourself, while black sapphire gets some rose velvet cake. Slowly adding more to the budget as you two continue chatting throughout the hour.

After you two finish eating, you sigh softly before leaning back in your seat. You have never felt more full from food until now… maybe it’s because you overate just so you can keep talking to black sapphire cookie… you’ll probably never know, but black sapphire cookie also over-ate as well to stick around.

“You know what, despite his matchmaking habits, pavlova cookie definitely knows where good food is! I’ll have to come back here sometime!”

“Agreed, maybe I should bring my staff here for a company dinner sometime!..although….”

He stares at you for a moment, a knowing smirk forms on his face.

“I’m getting the feeling that you do not wish for this to end yet.. is that true?”

You nod slowly, a slight blush dusting over your cheeks as a his smirk grows wider, he leans over and grabs the flowers you got him and his gaze softens. It’s not the usual lustful half-lidded stare, but something more gentle and soft. It’s unusual for him, but it’s enough to make your heart pound in your chest.

“Well then, the feeling is mutual. I happen to know a place where we can go and spend some more�� quality time together.. but you’ll need to trust me, alright?”

You nod softly as the waiter approaches with the bill, you take out your credit card, but not before black sapphire takes out his debit card and pays for the whole meal. Which if you include all the appetizers and desserts you two ordered, plus tip, it’s around $500 worth of food. Your face reddens with embarrassment as black sapphire pays, because you two shouldn’t have spent maybe no more than half of what the price is… but time and money flies when you’re having fun!

Eventually, you two walk out from the restaurant as black sapphire checks the time. 10:30PM, the perfect time for what else he’s got planned! He looks to you in your sweater-vest suit, your hand in his as he feels the warmth of your skin against his. To be honest, he wasn’t expecting much tonight, but hey, love apparently finds a way. He’s also surprised about how you remained single up until this point. I mean yeah, he’s heard of your previous flings through the radio waves of earthbread, but yet here you are, holding hands with him as he walks you to the place he’s been wanting to take you for quite some time now.

You look up to the sky, the light pollution creating this hazy effect that hides the stars. You sigh softly, a little upset about the lack of the stars before you feel your hand be squeezed gently. You look to black sapphire cookie and tilt your head slightly, he notices a lot of little details about you. Strong, introverted, intelligent, not to mention charming. But he never would have guessed that you are a lover of the stars! This night couldn’t go any better, I mean, you are literally his type, and you two are getting along, and now he finds out you’re a stargazer? This night is just perfect, and it’ll get even more so with what black sapphire cookie has planned!

“Do you wish to see the stars better?”

Your eyes widen slightly. He’s able to tell so much about you, just from the little movements you make. It makes you wonder how long he’s been trained like this by shadow milk cookie, how many cookies he’s able to read like this, and just how more experienced he is in the dating pool. You get snapped out of your surprise as he leans in a little bit to get your attention, and you nod sheepishly.

“I’m surprised you already know so many things about me though so little information…”

“In this era, information and rumors fly faster than you can imagine. Not to mention that you’re quite easy to read once you’ve relaxed. Whenever you and I started talking and laughing, you let down most of your walls. It’s quite adorable Y’know, willing to trust someone like me so easily..it’s very sweet… like you..”

Black sapphire cookie raises your hand and leans in to give it a delicate kiss. You shudder softly as you feel his sharp fangs graze your skin ever so slightly behind his lips. A heavy blush forms over your face before he looks back to you and smirks.

“Now then, I suggest we head off to the next destination. I’m sure you’ll be able to see plenty of stars after what I’ve got planned!”

He carefully drags you beyond the city of the kingdom, only moonlight illuminating the pathway of the forest. The peace and quiet is much better than the constant bustling of the kingdom. You can hear the sound of the wildlife around you. Crickets buzzing, birds chirping softly, and the sight of fireflies flying around made the scenery all the more pleasant and peaceful..

Eventually you two stop to a clearing. A clearing where the stars, no, the whole galaxy is visible to see. The moon blends in with the many stars surrounding it, and the scent of willow fills your senses as you stare in awe. You have only dreamed of seeing so many stars, and yet, you are here in a small clearing, with all the stars at your sight. Black sapphire cookie steps forward as he steps closer to a giant ring of black roses. Not deep red, almost black, genuine black. Deeply rooted into the ground below, an offering made of love and devotion made long ago..

Black sapphire sits down on a soft, thick blanket, setting his bouquet of flowers next to him. He holds an arm out, beckoning you to join him.

“C’mere, I promise they don’t bite..~!”

You hesitate, but you step forward and sit next to him, the bouquet of roses next to you as you begin to relax. Black sapphire pulls out a small box he left between the thorny branches, and he pulls out a small CD player with multiple CDS, most of them the bands he talked about.. Some kind of southern goth song called “The devil’s backbone”. (Created by the civil wars if you’d like to look it up and listen to it!)

He sighs and leans back as he listens in quietly, the music wrapping around his ears as if it were ragged lace and bandages soaked with dried blood. Eerie, yet charming for someone such as him.

You scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. You listen closely to the lyrics.

“Oh lord oh lord, what do I do? I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you.”

You look up at him with a gentle gaze, softening from the feeling of eerie calm as the lyrics continue to play..

“He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone, I just want to take him home..”

He looks down to you with a smirk on his face, wrapping a wing around you as he sighs in content. He has you where he wants you, under his wings, in his arms.

You wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, hesitating slightly before black sapphire cookie leads your hands to his back. He leans in closer and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead, leading you to gasp softly. A smug chuckle escapes him as he leans in closer.

“Had I known that you were like this, I would’ve asked you out sooner~!”

A blush forms on your face before he lets out a small laugh and holds you closer to his chest. You let out a huff before he pets your head, holding you close to him as the song continues to play.

“So~ experiment successful?”

You stay quiet before you lean forward slightly. Your face is blushing softly in the moonlight as you cup his cheek.

“Almost.. there’s one last thing I want to try… May I…?”

Your voice lowers to a whisper as you get closer, your blush heaving in intensity as you wait for an answer.

Black sapphire’s face dusts over with a blush before he leans in carefully, letting you gently pull him in for a kiss.

The kiss is simple, but yet so intense. As with all first kisses, it feels overwhelming to you. Your body heats up, breath becoming feverish, squeezing your eyes shut as black sapphire leads a hand to your back. He wraps his arm around your waist as he uses his other hand to support your back, letting a soft sigh leaves his throat as he savors this moment.. it’s cute watching you struggle with this. So inexperienced, yet so sweet.

You pull away to catch your breath, your chest heaving in air as a heavy blush covers your face. Black sapphire cookie chuckles softly and holds onto you, watching you regulate yourself.

“Overdid yourself, didn’t you~?”

“Ah- be quiet…!”

He chuckles as you lean your head against his chest, a sigh leaves you as you wrap your arms around him. You feel a flower be put in your hair, a simple black rose, and he keeps his wings around you both.

“..say, why don’t we do this again sometime…?”

You nod softly. Looking up at him with a smile.

“Next time, you get to pick the spot!”

He smirks and kisses your head, a smug smile enters his face as he leans back.

“Alright then, I’ll pick you up at 8:30PM, next Saturday?”

You nod with a smile and lean back into his chest. Looks like this date pavlova cookie’s little dating setup actually worked for you. And it’s not the end just yet, you two have many more adventures to go on together!!

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Finally. One of three requests done. I hope you all like it!! ^^

I’m sorry it took so long to get it done, most of the requests happened during the first week(s) after graduation, so I’ve been carefully doing portions of different fics at a time, so that way I don’t make my burnout recovery any harder.

I also was worried of messing up on this fic, since I don’t usually write male characters x male readers, so constructive criticism would be appreciated on this one!

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OKAY, READING LIST!!:

@sleepy-meep (<- Ty for requesting!!) @sweetcoorpse @hunniegl4zed

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If you want to get added to the reading list, just hop into the comments and tell me!

I have two other fics in the works, but I am open to requests for fics and/or art, it might just take some time to get it all done though!

[blue-slxt]

Imagine petite!human reader literally being used as a living fleshlight😩

Like she’s so small she can just be lifted off the ground and pounded🥴

Honestly don’t even care who it’s written for feels like a Jake, lo’ak, or quaritch kinda senecio

Sincerely, a no where near petite girlie

Thank you so much for your patience. I've been working on like a million different things at the same time so I am so behind on requests. But I looove this idea. Something about just being manhandled however your partner wants you to be is so fucking aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh😩! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

“Make sure you don’t break my bed with your big ass.” You playfully scold Lo’ak while pulling on your spaghetti strap shirt. He flops his entire body weight onto your bed making it creak. It was times like this when you really took note of just how big of a size difference there was between you. Of course, the Na’vi were much bigger than average humans already, but you were even on the small side for humans. Watching how his body can’t fit properly on your bed while you could be swallowed whole by your sheets and blankets never ceased to amaze you. He waves you off with a ‘yeah, yeah’ while he makes himself comfortable putting his hands under his head. You roll your eyes at him and start to search through all the DVDs you have for something for you two to watch.

“What are you in the mood for this time? Something funny? Romantic? Dramatic?” you fire off the different genres as you toss aside disc after disc.

“Hmm…” he dramatically hums thinking about his answer.

You don’t bother to look at him while he mulls it over and you continue searching. You faintly comprehend the sound of him shuffling and moving around behind you, but you pay it no mind until a pair of big hands find their way on your small frame. Lo’ak’s lips brush lightly over the back of your neck and it almost tickles when he speaks.

“I think I’m in the mood for something sexy” he presses kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

“You are so corny” you say with a laugh, but you still lean into his touch anyway.

“Just put on whatever. I’d rather watch you anyway.” His low voice in your ear makes your nerves come alive with this intense fluttering all over your body. His impatience is rubbing off on you so you hurriedly throw whatever you can reach into the player without really bothering to look at what it is. Once the movie starts playing, you turn around to face Lo’ak and he immediately swipes you up off the floor and your legs lock around his waist while he presses his lips to yours. Holding onto him like this gives you the perfect feel of his cock straining against his tewng and poking you right between your legs. Clearly, he can feel it too from how his hands hold your hips and grind you down against him. Every move brushes against your covered clit and gives you small tingles of satisfaction, but it’s not enough. He’s got you so riled up now that you decide to have a little more fun and push his limits. On any given day, Lo’ak could, and would, fuck you until your body felt like jelly. But on occasion, he would lose himself and by the end, even your brain would feel numb and fuzzy filled with nothing but him possessing you completely. That’s exactly what you need right now.

Without warning, you unfold your legs from around him and let go completely dropping to your feet on the ground. His puzzled expression is nothing short of adorable.

“Shit, I just remembered that I have a report to finish” you say walking over to your computer desk and sitting down.

“Babe, you have got to be kidding me right now.” You were never one to deny Lo’ak what he asked for. Ever. Not even when you would join the clan for communal dinner and he would pull you off into the dark out of view of everyone else.

“It’s only going to take a few minutes, Lo.” You say sitting down and pulling your hair forward and exposing your neck. Lo’ak groans behind you. You know how much he loves when you present your neck for him to mark. He’s starting to catch on to your little game. If he wants it, he’s going to have to take it.

“If it’s only going to take a couple minutes, then do it after” he says pulling your chair away from your desk and over to the bed. He spins you around to face him and heat settles between your thighs at the way he’s eyeing you right now. “I need you, mamas.”

“You’re doing a whole lot of talking and yet, I’m still fully clothed” you say with a sly smirk.

He chuckles lowly to himself, “oh, you are asking for it.” In one swift motion, Lo’ak pulls you onto his lap by your waist. Your hands brace against his chest to keep yourself from flying forward. His face settles in the crook of your neck and he nips lightly at your skin making you jump.

“Now, am I going to have to rip these cute little shorts off of you or are you gonna behave and take them off yourself?”

“Don’t…I like these ones.” You whine.

“Then get rid of them. Right now.”

You shift yourself around so that you can maneuver out of your shorts while he pulls his tewng to the side to expose his thick, hard cock that was already leaking precum from the tip.

“Already so hard, love. Is that for m—”

“Don’t try to get cute with me” Lo’ak cuts you off by grabbing you by your waist and slamming you down onto his dick in one quick snap.

It feels like an electric shock is shot up your spine and goes straight to your head being immediately filled to the brim. He gives you no time to adjust before he’s fully lifting your body by your waist up and down on his cock.

“Ah! Fu-ck! Lo-ak!” Your words and breaths are broken from how he’s making you bounce on top of him.  

“Shit, your pussy is so fuckin perfect” he says through gritted teeth.

His big hands on your smaller frame completely take control of your movements and you have no choice but to let him have his way with you. His dick continues to bully its way into your tight cunt and kiss your cervix making your toes curl.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum inside of you, mama. You want that, hm? Want me to fill you up?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell from the look in his eyes and his laser focus on you how close he really is and how badly he wants to give you everything.

“Yes, yes, yes, please Lo’ak!” your vision is already starting to spot as you near your own high while he keeps using you as his own personal fuck toy.

“Hng, shit!” he bucks his hips up to match the way he’s moving your body for you a few more times before the heat of his cum starts to fill you from the inside out. It sends you over the edge into your own orgasm and your pussy clamps down on him even tighter if that was even possible. Lo’ak sucks in a sharp breath feeling how tight you are around him and his forehead falls forward onto your chest waiting for you to stop milking him for all he’s worth.

His hands finally let go of your waist and they fall to sit on top of your thighs while you both try to catch your breath.

Suddenly the TV booms from across the room, “I am Bruce Almighty! My will be done!” making both of you snap your head in its direction.

“What the fuck movie did you put on?” Lo’ak laughs breathlessly.

“I have no fucking clue and I kind of don’t really care” you laugh equally out of breath. “But it looks like we still have some time before it’s over…” you lightly suggest.

He already knows what’s on your mind and a devilish smirk crosses his face.

[kaisworlds]

ghillie suit wearing reader who is an absolute fucking unit im talking taller than könig okay

top dom male reader x könig

they meet on the battlefield, now könig knew who you were, of course he did, you were the only one on base who towered over him but he didnt expect his ass to get saved by you plus he had a tiny hallway base crush on you.

he was running through the large amount of trees trying to escape the enemies whose amount was gradually increasing behind him. he was out of ammo and used his gun as a weapon up til now. he dodged a few bullets before feeling a wet patch in his shoulder deciding not to look (to avoid the adrenaline from wearing off) he continues running seeing a lake close by he sprints towards it having the idea to hide out until backup arrived for him. the air was knocked out of his lungs as he got tackled to the ground he tries fighting whatever was ontop of him but feels a hand wrap around his mouth glancing up into the shaggy figures eyes

its the same [e/c] he can never seem to stop staring at in the break room

his body immediately relaxes under the weight of your body pressed up against his, the moment doesnt last forever as the yelling of the enemy soldiers grow louder.

still laying on top of him you lean each of your elbows beside his head resting the tip of your gun on a tree trunk quickly firing, every bullet that leaves the muzzle aims like a tracker into someones skull. könig was so caught up in you being on top of him,his mind running wild, not even registering the low whine that leaves the back of his throat as you get up off of him

furrowing your eyebrows at the noise deciding to leave it to the fact that he was....as much as you tried to find another reason you couldnt so instead you asked "könig right?" while grabbing gauze from one ofbthe patches on your ghillie suit before kneeling down beside him. könig nods looking anywhere but your face eyes widening like saucers as you unbuckle his vest "calm down im just going to wrap the wound before it gets dry and sticks to the fabric, is that okay könig?" the way you say his name has him crossing his thighs to hide the boner pressing up against his pants, his shakey hands slowly move up to take off the gear and clothes he has on. 'why are my hands shaking stop it he's gonna think your weird Scheiße' everything he is doing right now seems wrong in his eyes he can feel his heart racing, he has killed people and faced gruesome shit but none phased him as much as this situation right now after what felt like an eternity to him he finally pulled off his undershirt, his chest completely bare for you to see

taking off the head piece of your suit you start wrapping the bandage over the wound hand resting on his chest surprised by his hammering heart just mumbling out a small "its gonna be okay love" not thinking much of it trying to get him to hold still under your touch

he is so happy the veil covers his face, he wouldnt want you seeing how his cheeks lit up like Christmas lights, he continues to sneak glances at your concentrated face.

of course you noticed, did he really think he wasnt obvious? he shouldve caught on by now the way you subtly licked your lips or the way you've been flexing your jawline this entire time. he was too caught up in his thoughts to even think about that though.

thinking about how he felt your bulge on his thigh while you were ontop of him, about how easily you took him down, you could probably pin his hands down without even trying, how hard could you chok- "such a good boy for sitting still" könig snaps out of his thoughts brain barely comprehending what you said, he makes eye contact with you...you're smirking...did you know he liked you?

"how can you be so oblivious" a teasing tone in your voice he just avoids eye contact slowly shrugging the blush now reaching his neck. clicking your tongue you lean in closer to him hand sliping under his veil cupping his jawline "i like you too if i wasnt obvious enough" gently lifting the black clothe covering his face his hand grabbed your wrist, [e/c] eyes bore into his, as he gets lost in them his hand slowly slips off allowing your hand to raise the cloth stopping when it reaches his nose not wanting to push him.

slowly you lean in crashing your lips onto his he immediately kisses back pulling you closer ontop of him before a call comes in through your radio asking if anyone found könig because he wasnt responding, slowly leaning back grabbing your radio "yeah we're by the lake over"

könig lets the veil drape over his blushing face before slowly putring his gear back on

i love him guys :(

[leora-rambles]

Colour it Grey, Until I Forget you: Eternally Painted on my Mind (Scaramouche/Reader [Angst/Fluff/Multichapter])

aaughhhh Scaramouche is not immune to a 2 year long situationship breakup... Heavily based off of the Grent Perez song "Clementine" !!

Word count: 9.7k

Ao3 here!

A puppet weeps for the first time in centuries.

He isn’t crying without reason. He simply remembered how warm your touch felt on his chest, resting over where a heart should’ve been beating (whatever version of a heart his careless creator kept from him).

The puppet ignores the yells and worried cries of his name, opting to instead cement the memory of you in his last moments. 

Your words rang in his head, the ones you spoke to him that cloudy afternoon, where your heels dug into the sand while the ocean crept up the shore.

He hadn’t truly believed it when you said it then, the idea that it was possible for him to be human. As he stares at the glistening leaves of Irminsul, he realizes that you were right.

Never in his life had he done anything so stupid, so impulsive, so utterly driven by ‘human’ feelings—

To disappear, with the hopes that you will be happy once he’s gone.

~•~

Kaveh had to stifle a scream when he saw you hunched over on the dining room table, your hair a mess, and your eyes dazed. It’s clear his staggering footsteps made his presence known to you, because though your form never moved, you still spoke.

“Have you ever had a long dream where you had a baby and you watched it grow up?”

It takes the blond a minute to comprehend your question, and an additional twenty seconds to thank the Dendro archon that he didn’t spill his fresh coffee all over himself.

“�� Huh?” He finally lets slip.

“Has that been researched? Families in dreams? Have you ever had it?” You’re still not looking at him, even when you clarify.

“No… why? What happened?”

Your roommate sits down in front of you, eyeing your disheveled robe and puffy face. ‘You mourning your dream family?’ He almost jokes, but swipes the idea away. ‘Inappropriate timing.’

You’re focusing on the steam rising from your cup. 

“I had a dream about having a boyfriend,” you sigh as you stretch your arms out in front of you, leaning back and tightening your lips in an awkward smile.

“Oh?” Kaveh stirs the coffee in his cup, laughing lightly. “Maybe being single is getting to you.” 

You nod your head from the left then to the right. “Probably, because two years passed in my dream.”

Just with that, he’s intrigued. You could tell from the way he leaned in closer, ignoring the sketchbook in front of him. You bring your hands up closer to yourself, as if grasping and pulling at toffee, “It felt so real, that when I held him in my arms, it was like I was really touching him.”

Kaveh’s looking at you with wide, fascinated eyes now. “What was he like?”

“Oh, uh—“

It takes a few moments for you to open your mouth, and a few seconds more after that for words to come out.

Your pause to his question clues Kaveh in as to why your eyes were so puffy. 

“It’s not that he was bad— well… I mean, he wasn’t good, either…” You’re silent again for a second. After some hesitation, you find your words. “He was complicated.”

You clasp your mug, tentatively rubbing your thumb where the handle meets the cup. “I don’t remember much about him, but…” There’s a faraway look in your eyes, the kind of look you see when you ask an old man about the person he keeps in his locket.

“He made me feel things that I’ve never felt before.”

Kaveh purses his lips in thought. Arms crossed, brows lifting and pulling as he mulls over your original question. ‘No, that’s never happened to me,’ He thinks to say, but he feels it’s too late to answer that now.

He finally responds after collecting his words. “Maybe going out more will help you find your dream boy. Staying a hermit forever won’t do you well.”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

There’s a tugging, swelling feeling in your chest. A forgotten toy, the rain that accompanied lightning, the remnants of flowers that have long since bloomed and withered— that’s all you can remember as you think back on that dream. You’re trying to remember how your dream even started, and questioning why it affected you so much.

Kaveh sees you jolt up after your head bobs down— something he notes as the first warning sign of falling asleep. He watches as you scramble to aid your grogginess by using the coffee in your hands. 

After you take a sip, you pause and sit silently, still pondering your thoughts. ‘ It doesn’t make sense.’

You’ve had vivid dreams before, super, super detailed ones, but this one still managed to blow all the other entries in your dream-diary out of the water. 

“There’s a festival out in the city— who knows, you might find him there.” Kaveh��s voice sounds distant as he speaks.

You rest your head on one hand, eyes closed as you try your best to respond. “Festival…” 

A subconscious smile makes its way onto your face. “Ah… like a… fair…”

You let the thought circle around in your head.

‘Fair.’

The word is friction to a matchstick.

It’s like the mug in your hand disappears, like your body has become weightless. Leaves fall on the table, with the partial sunlight blinding your squinting eyes. You’re only relieved of the inconvenience when a shadow blocks the intruding brightness away, like an eclipse.

His shoes grazed the concrete when he stepped closer to you.

“The one in the city. I know you have nothing better to do, so just come.” A finger flicked your forehead, snapping you out of your daze. His face was too pretty for his attitude to be so difficult.

“Is it so hard to say please?” You clicked your tongue as you peered up from your book, rubbing the buzzing spot on your forehead. “I thought you already went over manners with Nahida…” you mocked a pout.

He shook his head, holding a hand out for you to take. You let out an exaggerated sigh as you shut your book and push the cafe chair back tight to the table. You did eventually take his hand, appreciative of the way his porcelain fingertips remained cool even under the Sumeru heat.

The boy was nice enough to ignore your annoyed complaints along the way, going as far as to walk ahead as you two traveled the streets, towards the heart of the festivities.

“You’re not even that big on these types of things,” you pointed out as you tried to match his speed, figuring you’d rather be talking to his face, and not the back of his head.

“My dear teacher instructed me to go and ‘mingle with the locals’— I invited you because I know you’d rather be anywhere else. I can’t be the only killjoy around, after all.” 

You stopped walking, causing him to freeze as well. “It’s not that I don't like it, it’s just…” 

You were playing with your sleeves as you averted your eyes away from his own. “It’s only fun when you can spend on games or food, and…”

It took a good three seconds before you finished.

“I’ve been trying to save my mora for books.” 

It takes another three seconds of silence before mocking laughter fills the air.

Your pursed lips switched to a scowl at the boys cackle at your remark.

He crossed his arms, tilting his head, “Then don’t buy anything? Don’t tell me you need money at the fair to have fun.” 

Your scowl only deepened at his mockery. “Oh my, the ex-mobster with endless wealth wants to scold me about saving cash.” That wiped the smug smirk off his face in an instant.

It became your turn to walk ahead, leaving him following behind you.

The closer you two walked towards the stands, the more concentrated the amount of people became in the area. Afraid he’d be lost, you’d quickly glance back, only to see that he was inches away. 

Unlike you, he didn’t care about pleasantries, and would push through the crowd whenever he deemed that you were straying too far.

After escaping the near-endless sea of people, you two could only walk around calmly for a few minutes before you piped up.

“I’m already bored with just walking around.” 

The boy rolled his eyes at your whines once more. You were fanning yourself, desperate for shade after enduring the sun's rays for how long you two were walking around for.

“You know, after twenty of these, it really does lose its appeal.” Your complaints made him scoff, but he took them in stride.

“If you think a measly twenty is bad, try five hundred.”

You made a face he could only compare to disgust.

“And you’re still not sick of it?”

He shook his head. “Can’t get sick of it if all I did before was people-watch.” 

The boy stopped walking, leaving you paused beside him. You noticed the vendor selling toy boats and porcelain dolls catching his line of sight. 

“This is the second time I’ve actually done anything other than observe from the sidelines.”

You recalled the first time you went to a festival with him. You were the one to ask him to accompany you, and Nahida, ecstatic at the thought of the boy making a friend, kept pushing him to join. He didn’t have room to refuse, let alone be reluctant.

You two did nothing but waste mora on games trying to win prizes. Though nothing of lasting value was won, the boy still assured you he had a decent time (in his own misleading way).

“Enjoy it while it lasts. This is the final time I’ll let you bother me for this.”

You didn’t know then that it was the first time he had played at a festival stand, due to both his words and his attitude.

Your face dropped its neutral expression, dipping into a slight frown. ‘ Five hundred festivals, only two where he wasn’t a bystander?’ You thought to yourself.

The boy noticed your look of pity, and quickly changed tracks, trying to avoid basking in any more of your sympathy. 

“I’m getting tired, anyways. Let’s go lay down somewhere.”

He led the way, his hand grasping yours. The area he brought you to was far from the crowds, facing the ocean, hidden enough by the bushes surrounding it.

“Comfortable?” You asked as he strained his neck against the tree, his expression unpleasant.

“As comfortable as I can be.” You would’ve believed him had it not been for the click of the boy's tongue. It let you know it was thinly veiled sarcasm.

You shook your head at his tone, beckoning him closer. “Come here.”

The boy stared at your folded legs as you tapped them, a look of suspicion plastered on his face.

He crossed his arms and furrowed his brows. “What are you trying to do?” 

You rolled your eyes, sliding your body up so your bag acted more as a pillow than a bump irritating your lower back.

Another tap on your thigh.

“You can lay your head down on my lap, I’m not gonna bite you.” You almost missed the faint pink that dusted his cheeks as you offered.

“What ulterior motives do you have?”

“Ulterior motives— What, scared I’m gonna strangle you to death? If you don’t want to, I won’t force you.” It was your turn to cross your arms and frown.

The boy coughed and looked away.

“… Since you’ve already embarrassed yourself with the offer, I’ll kindly accept.” 

He moved to shift his position to do so, but not without complaining about you ‘Enjoying this more than you should’.

You felt him freeze for a moment after his head hit your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” You were worried he may have discovered something, anticipating a ‘there’s a caterpillar on your shoulder’ from him, which is why you responded in such a hasty manner.

“Nothing.”

Your long stare urged him to spill, but he swallowed his words.

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

You kept eye contact, watching as his look of annoyance shifted to mild fluster. You leaned down closer.

“This is the best time to tell me about your huge crush on me.”

The boy only scoffed in response, expression returning to irritation.

“You’re so delusional that it’s not even funny.”

You could tell that he was trying not to react to your teasing by the way his entire body went still the nth time that day, but that alone was enough for you to break the silence for his sake.

“You know your old name?” You began, twirling his hair again. “‘Destroyer of countries?’” You clarified, giving him space to correct you if you remembered it wrong.

“I do.” His normally sharp tone somehow grew sharper. “What about it?” He was cautious, already on the edge after your previous teasing.

You sighed, “Nothing.” Your pursed lips told the boy that it was the opposite. He stayed quiet to let you continue.

“It just seems a little… over the top, don’t you think? It’s kinda rude for the townspeople to call you such a thing,” you grumbled, pouting in such a way that made the boy snicker at your expression.

“I chose it myself .” You could tell he was amused by the way his canines showed as he spoke.

Stifling a smile, you inquired further. “Did you, now?”

You caressed your knuckles against his cheekbone. As always, his skin was smoother than glass. “What a mean name for such a cute face.”

His brows suddenly jolted downwards, his smirk morphing into a sneer at your teasing.

“You seem to forget that I’m not the same as you humans, with feelings so easily hurt, and shallow desires gratified by any measly pleasures.”

His tone was haughty during his rambling, but his voice suddenly dropped. “I’ve done away with those distractions a long time ago.”

You sat for a moment, bewildered and surprised at his sudden outburst.

It took a second for you to shake it off.

“That was a whole load of crap,” you chuckled, “You say all that, but you’re here enjoying the sun like the rest of us humans.”

You could tell your last comment dug under his skin, as he turned his head to the side, and refused to meet your eyes.

 “Quit bothering me while I’m trying to rest,” he huffed.

He focused solely on the beach and the waves running along the shoreline. You followed his gaze. 

From where you two sat, if you were to swim in a straight line, you would’ve arrived straight onto the dock belonging to the land of Electro.

“… Just to be clear,” you began, garnering his attention once more, “I like your name now .”

A content sigh from you as you leaned back further. “I hope you know that, —“

And it was on the very tip of your tongue, like the string of a balloon grazing your palm as it floated away. 

His name.

The loud bang echoes through the walls like the ringing of a gong.

First comes shock, a startled gasp that slips out of your throat as you compose yourself.

Second is the pain, evident from how hard your forehead pulses in complaint.

“… Are you alright?” Kaveh’s voice rings out.

Third is the realization. You hiss, pressing on the reddening spot on your forehead. 

“Ouch…”

Kaveh tuts as he shakes his head. “That’s definitely gonna bruise…” He makes a show of tapping his own forehead. “The Traveler’s gonna think I’ve been bullying you, or something.”

You squint. “Traveler..?”

“Hello? You had ‘totally top secret’ information you wanted to discuss with them, didn’t you?”

It takes you a second to think, and when the lightbulb finally fizzes with light, you gasp. 

“Ah! Yes. I completely forgot.” You rub your forehead, looking down at the table yet again. It’s a good thing you didn’t fall face first into the mug…

Kaveh takes a sip of coffee. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

A deep long sigh, ending off with a half-laugh, half-groan. You tilt your empty mug, looking at Kaveh with a weary smile.

“Yes, I just need another cup.”

~•~

The wind cuts through a forest, stealing whatever insignificant thing it catches in its hands. A porcelain doll shivers as the air rushes past and carries him along.

He doesn’t know where he is. Or who he is. 

A form built out of nothing. Empty. No bones or skin or mechanical joints. Just a mass of memories.

Floating. He feels like he’s floating. Not the way a paper airplane cuts through the sky, but the way a petal drifts along the ocean, following wherever the current takes it. 

Where do the ink stains on parchment go when you burn the page? When you scream in a field, where does the echo disappear to? At what point is it really gone?

How do you fully rid the world of an existence?

The living have their physical breathing bodies, senses forever stimulated by their environment, and they have the consciousness to know that they are alive. The dead have remnants of themselves, whether it’s their bones hugged by the soil, or their ash enveloped by an urn. 

Those who have simply vanished, ceased to exist— ‘never been’, where do they go? 

Wherever that is, that’s where he is, and where he isn’t.

It’s not void. It’s not the thoughtless grey space, or gorey fiery hell he heard people claim the afterlife to be. He doesn’t know if he’s even in an afterlife— if he’s anything at all.

He’s surrounded by light and clouds, and though it’s bright, it’s not burning. It’s the same kind of brightness that welcomes you in any Fontaine store.

Electricity jogs his memory. Little sparks of thought, flashes of colour that let him know he’s still there in that liminal space. 

Every blink of vibrancy reminds him of when he wasn’t trapped in whatever limbo he was in now. When he was both sentient and physical. Betrayed, ridiculed, feared, loved. 

Funnily enough, the memories of being loved were the worst of it all. The problem is that he not only experienced, but indulged in love, and recalling its warmth made his yearning for any feeling familiar to it stronger than ever.

He’s glad for the memories as much as he loathes them. The images flashing in his eyes are the only thing left that are keeping him tied to his new reality.

When he was left to fend for himself, lost his only friend, ripped at the joints and put back together like some refurbished ragdoll.

When he saw you sobbing at the dining room table, mourning the death of an old friend. 

It reminded him of his own pitiful self a lifetime ago.

He remembers the pang of sorrow that hit his chest when he saw you hunched over and covering your face. He closes his eyes.

Nothing reaches out towards nothing.

The crashing rain accompanied by the booming cracks of thunder couldn’t hide the sound of your footsteps. Not from the porcelain boy's ears, at least.

He sat on the table beside the window, elbow propped up and carrying his head in his palm. He was recounting the events that transpired earlier that day, when the weather was nicer, and you were the opposite.

Despite knowing you were just metres away from him, he held onto his resolve to continue staring out at the pooling Sumeru sidewalks, watching as the rain droplets raced and collected at the bottom of the window pane.

The thick air of guilt hung in the air like morning fog. He could sense you approaching closer.  

“Earlier… today,” you started with a weak voice, “I didn’t mean to…” He could hear you struggling to continue without revealing the quivering in your words.

Your voice was quiet from the trembling of your lips. “I’m really sorry. I’m just stressed right now with everything going on, and, I…” You had to pause, to relieve the feeling of your throat closing up.

You knelt on the floor, facing the side of his body.

“I didn’t mean to act like that towards you.” 

Despite your attempts at reconciliation, the boy did nothing but remain silent and sedentary.

His non-response urged you to reach out for him. 

“Please talk to me.” 

His skin felt like ice compared to yours, which were burning with shame. Your fingers intertwined with his, fitting perfectly within the joints and gaps of his hands. He ignored you.

Only when you squeezed his hand did he finally respond.

“You let one bad event shift your entire personality.” 

His voice was muffled by the hand he rested his chin on.

“You’re more emotional than I thought.”

The boy felt your body tense from the way your hand had twitched.

“I don’t even know why you’re acting like this,” he said, finally turning to look you in the face.

“Do you know how privileged she was to live to that age?”

His eyes were dark as he stared down at you.

“You’re mourning the death of a successful life.” He slipped his hand away from yours. 

“That’s a feat not many accomplish. Do you know that?”

You shook your head, pressing your lips into a frown. “Stop it,” you uttered. The boy only tilted his head in mock confusion.

“Oh, but I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” He leaned in closer. ”Isn’t this what you wanted?” His words were dripping with venom.

You clenched your eyes shut. Stray tears slipped out as you closed them.

“Don’t get all quiet now.” His touch was gentle and light as he carried your face in his hand.

He ran the pad of his thumb just below the tips of your bottom lashes, swiping away the tracks left by the falling droplets. 

You shook your head again. “I don’t deserve this,” you muttered.

“You’re right.” His thumb made another swipe at one of your stray tears. “But this is life.”

Though your face was inches from his, he felt invisible to your gaze. Your eyes looked as if they were staring past him.

“If you can’t get ahold of your emotions, then—“

The crisp sound of a slap resonated throughout the room.

There’s always a brief pause after a loud noise. The first firework, a gunshot, an explosion. A moment of silence that is eventually followed by more sound. It’s a gap left for realization.

He stared at the stinging area on his wrist, then into your eyes. He thought he heard blood running through his system until he realized that it was your breathing.

He felt chills run down his spine when you finally spoke.

The boy remembered the heaving breath that escaped your lips. The words you spoke that he felt etched into his mind, like the scar that lightning leaves on an old oak tree.

“I wish I never met you.”

It’s that memory that sends the most jolts of electricity through his system, colouring the most vibrant of paint splashes in his eyes. Just your voice sends the movement of clockwork into motion.

Along came the tag that left you more in hisses than it did in happiness. Whenever he made you angry, upset, disappointed into tears, he would stand and stare blankly as you cursed his name.

Scaramouche.

~•~

If your aching head didn’t dampen your morning, then your grumbling stomach sure did. You had to constantly switch which hand was holding your notebook due to your palms' sudden dampness, which you attributed to the unexpected stress on your body.

You were kicking yourself for not eating breakfast at home, wondering why you decided to pump your stomach full of caffeine in place of a meal. You started off with blaming lack of sleep for your lethargy, and then went after hunger next for your mood. When nausea crept into the mix, you found something else to blame.

‘It’s catching up to me…’

You were not a heavy drinker, and your tolerance showed that. There were more times than you could count where you sat slouched on the floor, promising to never drink again because of the morning that followed.

Though that being said, you stopped drinking for fun ever since you joined the workforce. Your reasons to indulge simply developed, and you only ever drank if there was a celebration, or a loss.

The thought sticks to your mind as you rub your temples. Why were you drinking last night? 

There was no celebration, so you checked that off. There was a loss, yes, but you drank for that a week ago. To drink for that reason again seemed excessive.

Were you even drinking?

Your train of thought is disturbed from another sound of complaint from your stomach, which somehow led to your head throbbing as well.

As if the God of Luck pitied your predicament, the  welcome bell of a nearby cafe catches your attention. 

You’re pleased to see that the area is less crowded than usual, which you attribute to it being the first day of the fair, and most people are spending their hard earned mora at the stands instead of the regular spots.

After ordering and sitting down, you begin to unpack your dream, not caring to be clean with your handwriting. You almost didn’t notice the server plopping your meal in front of you because of how immersed you were with writing.

‘He was nice to me when I came back to the house drunk, and he took care of me.’ You finish scribbling down.

Usually, you would remember a dream from end to beginning, sometimes forgetting the beginning altogether. It didn’t come back to you in a solid timeline, rather playing in parts as you went on with your day. Today's entry was the only exception.

You could remember everything that happened as if it were a movie you rewatched a million times. Writing it down only solidified your memory of it, and despite still working on the middle section of the entry, you anticipated the end of your dream.

The very last thing you could recall was running to a house that wasn’t yours, and finding it empty.

~•~

Scaramouche thinks it’s a dream as he sails weightlessly through the sky. He travels through the wind with aimless intent, and that’s when he realizes that the memories are fleeting, escaping his grasp.

Anxiety courses through his core, regret and bitterness sinking into his eyes. He doesn’t want to die. He doesn’t want the memories to divulge into darkness. He doesn’t want to be gone.

So why did he do this?

Scaramouche experiences the same fear he felt when he was sent away by his creator.

He racks his mind, trying to remember what caused him to go down this route— erased from the world, desperately trying to cling onto what little identity he could hang onto.

Scaramouche was not the type to get himself into these types of situations. So why was he here?

He remembered silently watching as you stuffed all the clothes you owned into a little brown suitcase.

Scaramouche’s arms were crossed, his body relaxed and leaning on the doorframe while your hands were a buzz of frantic movement, grabbing and rearranging to make everything fit inside the bag. He noticed that some of your clothes were still in the drawer— clothes that he had bought you.

“All this over one bad fight?” His tone was bored, almost emotionless. 

You didn’t grace him with a response, only kept shoving your belongings into the case. You reached for the bedside table, gathering little trinkets until you picked up a particular one, scrutinised it with your touch, then tossed it back onto the table, shoving the rest of the items into the little crevices in your baggage.

You struggled to fold the suitcase, and struggled even more to zip it close. Scaramouche walked closer to see what item you’d neglected on the table.

He shook his head upon seeing it. “Wow,” he half scoffed, half laughed, “This is another level of petty.” Scaramouche picked up the keychain he bought for you. A colourful toy boat.

He tried to toss it into your suitcase, but you, as if anticipating his actions, caught the miniature before it could land with your things, and threw it off to the side. Scaramouche clicked his tongue at your stubborn silence, picking the trinket back up.

“What do you want me to say? I’ve already apologized for what happened two days ago, if that’s what you’re still mad about,” he sighed as he knelt beside you on the floor, offering no help while you continued to pinch the edges of the zipper teeth together, trying to close it despite the case being jam packed.

When you did manage to squeeze it enough to zip it closed, you promptly stood up, and began rolling your suitcase out with you.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He trailed behind you.

You released a heavy sigh, dropping your hand from the suitcase's handle. You were halfway to the door.

“Because you turn every conversation into an argument, and I want to leave without high blood pressure,” your response was pointed, frustrated, but a response nonetheless. It was all Scaramouche wanted. You’d deprived him of your voice for 2 nights and 2 days.

“Oh, I turn every conversation into an argument. I’m the one who overreacts.” He could tell he was making you angry, with the way you only turned your head to the side, but ultimately kept your back to him.

“What did I just say?” You sighed again, bringing your hand up to massage the side of your temples, trying to soothe the rush of blood running to your face.

Scaramouche had a habit of making it seem like his issues were your own, make it seem like both of you needed to fix something. 

He couldn’t stand, even for a moment, being the only imperfect one. 

You turned your head and began walking again.

He knew it was wrong of him to do. He knew it made you miserable, but he would never let himself be in a position where he felt less than you. 

Scaramouche continued pushing, trying to find any psychological loophole to keep you longer. He knew he could convince you to stay— he just needed time. “You’re putting the blame on me, when this is on both of us.”

He needed to cement that both of you were equal in being imperfect, because his imperfection got him abandoned. 

You stopped in your tracks, just at the door frame. “You’re right. This is on both of us.” You spoke like it was a revelation.

It dawned on Scaramouche as you turned your body to face him that it was the first time in 2 days and 2 nights that you looked him in the eyes 

“Now what?” You asked.

He fell silent.

“It’s both our faults that this relationship is failing. Now what?” 

Scaramouche found it difficult to reply. “Now you can unpack and think about what you’re doing,” he hissed, “We can live through this the same way we lived through the other hundred fights.”

Your arms crossed.

“So you want to stay together?” Your question made him bite back an insult— something along the lines of ‘Obviously, dumbass.’ He settled for a firm “I do.” 

A look of utter confusion and tiredness fell on your face. “But why?”

Scaramouche had to bite back another instinctive quip. “Because there’s no point in leaving each other,” he answered. Scaramouche wasn’t used to being so truthful with his thoughts during such a heated moment.

“But there is!” Your sudden exclamation made his eyes widen for a fraction of a second. “We argue more than we talk, it’s pretty clear that we’re not happy with each other—“

Scaramouche had to interrupt you, annoyed—no, taking offence at your assumption. 

“Don’t speak for me as if you know how I think.”

And in a moment of losing to exhaustion, hands up in defeat, you finally bursted. It was the stick that broke the camel’s back.

“Okay then!” You exclaimed, “ I’m not happy.”

The energy from his annoyance dissipated, slowly melting into confusion. As the seconds passed and your words sank in, he felt all the confidence in his body draining. Whatever petty remark he would’ve thought of saying never left him, not even having a chance to grow.

You looked away to the side, and rubbed your temples with your pointer and thumb again.

“… You aren’t?” His quiet voice finally broke through the silence. He didn’t know if you laughed or scoffed at his question.

“You have to be joking,” you muttered beneath your breath, now massaging the bridge of your nose.

“How could you possibly think that I…” You began, only to pause after moving your hand away from your face. He could see you stop and rethink your words after you met his gaze, only then witnessing the tense look in his stare. Scaramouche is not stupid. He could finish your sentence for you, even if you would deny it.

Bits of your anger seemed to die with every second, and it showed in the way your look of frustration morphed into one of pity, like you’d let slip a secret he wasn’t supposed to know.

“… How long have you felt this way?” Scaramouche didn’t care that his expression showed all the betrayal he was feeling, he just needed to find a way to convince you to stay somehow, no matter the cost.

You turned around, facing the outside once more. He wished you would look back at him.

After a pause that made the silence all the more overbearing, you spoke. Your tone was weak, no longer filled with anger or spite. Just pure defeat. Your sentiment wasn’t directed towards him at all, sounding more like a slow realization to yourself— the realization that two years of emotional sacrifices still landed you in limbo. 

“I can’t remember.”

Scaramouche felt a burning wave sting his eyes. He couldn’t tell if the sound of your disappointment was pointed towards him, or yourself. He was trying to speak up again, gather his pride after being left crestfallen. 

“What can I do to fix this?” Scaramouche asked after doing his best to compose himself. His voice was fragile with his emotions exposed, so unlike the Scaramouche you were familiar with. 

There was a beat of silence where he swore his body ran colder than the ice in Snezhnaya. He didn’t care that his voice gave away all the anxiety and hurt he was really feeling, he only cared that you would see how affected he’d be if you stepped out of the door. 

A whisper of your name, a deep breath to compose himself, and a shaky plea. “… Say something.” 

It was a gentle sound, the door shutting. It was not how he would’ve left. If he were the one leaving, he would’ve slammed the door so hard that pictures fell from their places, and the echo would be imprinted onto the walls. But you were not the same as him, petty and vengeful. It was a polite thud, as polite as the way you introduced yourself to him.

Scaramouche clenched his fist. The forgotten wooden toy in his palm splintered at the pressure. He couldn’t feel it at all.

For the first few days since you left him, he was bitter. For a while, he cursed every twinkling set of eyes that ever passed him on the sidewalk. 

He was seething, because it was so easy to swear and damn everyone else that had betrayed him, but this was you .

The person that wiped his tears and stood up to his anger, didn’t revere nor look down on him, just saw him as he was.

The person that taught him that he could be human.

Scaramouche didn’t realize how often he’d be reminded of you— from the scent of a vendor he would pass by, to a laugh out in the plaza that sounded just so familiar that it caused his ears to perk up. Like air, you were everywhere, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Everyday he was losing his mind, and it was all your fault.

It would only be a week from when you left him that he finally stopped thinking of ways to win you back— Incidentally, the same day he found out about Irminsul, and the day he shook hands with the Traveler.

‘In this world, is it possible to change the past?’

He was pleased to see that his mere hunch was correct. All that was left then was the confirmation to go through with it.

At that point, there was no reason to hold onto himself, after his last life line cut itself free from his grasp.

When he ignored the Travelers' calls and yells, felt his skin and bones shatter into a million glistening shards as he vanished from sight, he could only think of one thing— that the pain he caused you would be erased from existence.

“I wish I never met you.”

As those words rang in his mind, he imagined a world where you were living peacefully. No Scaramouche, no Balladeer, no puppet born and forced to play a role— ‘destroyer of countries’. A world where you were happy.

Can a nonexistent thing cry? 

The answer should be ‘no’, but there’s no other explanation for the warmth his fingertips feel dripping down his eyes. 

Scaramouche can only think of the beach.

“That poor little boat,” he whispered to himself during one of your strolls around the shore. It seemed like he didn’t realize he said it out loud until you tilted your head at his comment.

You followed his eyesight, a toy boat scuffed up and jammed into the sand. Had it not been for its jarringly bright colours you wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

“Hm? You’re feeling sorry for a piece of wood?” 

He didn’t respond, only kept walking. It wasn’t too difficult to catch up with him.

“Did you know that humans are one of the only creatures to feel bad for inanimate objects?”

He thought you were joking at first. “Is that so?” Scaramouche replied in a sarcastic tone (one that you shrugged off and ignored).

“Well, yeah. Most animals don’t really get sentimental— they know somewhat that if something isn’t alive, it doesn’t feel pain or anything.

As long as it doesn’t look like an animal too, they don’t care how busted down or how shattered it is.” 

He watched as you began rolling your pant legs up.

“Humans, on the other hand,” you slipped out of your sandals and trekked through the wet sand, “Humans will feel sorry for anything if they see that it’s been abandoned...” 

You picked the boat up, revealing its chipping paint and splintered base. “Or broken.”

His breath caught in his throat as he watched you run it through the water to wash all the sand off of its partially broken body.

You placed the toy on a nearby rock, displaying its fading colours proudly. “Even if it’s just a little toy boat.”

It was that fateful day, that autumn afternoon, a memory he held close and replayed in his mind whenever he was far from you. 

You wiped your hand on your undershirt after tenderly cleaning the sand off of the toy.

“… You— You sound like a nutcase. It’s just trash.” He internally cringed at the way his voice stuttered, losing the only mask he could use to hide his fluster towards your actions.

You rolled your eyes and grinned at his jab. 

“Whatever.” 

You pressed your fingers just above his chest, over where a heartbeat would’ve resided. Should’ve resided.

“That was proof of humanity, Kunikuzushi .” 

Your words rang in his ears like a pleasant melody, though your smile was teasing. 

His pale cheeks deepened in colour, and he felt so warm.

He doesn’t believe that his heart is in the hands of the electro archon, he believes that his heart was standing there on the beach, right there in front of him.

Each step you took, his pulse. Every time you grinned at him and intertwined your fingers together, his circulation. You made him feel things he shouldn’t have felt as a porcelain puppet— yet the goosebumps, the pleasant buzz of excitement in his bones, and the heat always rushing to his face— it all made sense to him.

For once in his five hundred years of living, Scaramouche felt like he was made for something else.

That’s why when you turned around and began walking away, he followed you so closely.

He’s regretting his choices with every millisecond that passes. He’s lived through a lifetime within the blink of an eye, yet it’s your visage walking away that burns itself into his mind. You were a vivid burst in his eyes. Stained glass in the sunlight, the adrenaline that courses through a body after taking flight.

Scaramouche once swore to himself that he would find a way to intertwine your souls together— mix your colours with his own so that you could never leave him. ‘ Proof of my devotion to you,’ he’d said. The very thought of doing that now, to turn back and run to you, haunts him. 

He’d already maimed you so many times in this lifetime— to do it again and again, infinity times infinity, was a degree of selfishness that even he deems cruel. 

At his core, he’s selfish. Scaramouche had been selfish all his life— and his greed for your company throughout the course of your time together did nothing but prove that fact.

Scaramouche only hopes that this plan would somehow outweigh all the hurt he caused you. Make right of everything he did wrong, let him bear the suffering he brought in the first place.

But he’s scared. The white light blinding him does nothing to quell his fears, and he knows that it will just be a step forward to end it all.

Scaramouche almost turns away out of pure instinct. 

He only resists when he sees the silhouette of your back disappearing into the light. By the time he tried pulling his outstretched arm away, it was already too late.

He has never felt such pain before.

His hand finally crumbled into ashes when the white fire reached his shoulders and his chest. As he floats away, feels his consciousness and body separate, he faces the daunting fact that he doesn’t want to disappear, and he doesn't want to let what he had left of you go.

Scaramouche tries to shove what memories he had of you back into his soul as they escape him. 

‘Let me keep this,’ he begs. ‘ Take everything else but this.’ He tries to bargain with any god that might’ve been listening.

But he already resolved to grant you what you asked for. And so, Scaramouche ceased to exist.

~•~

“What the fuck.”

Still air, silence. Paimon swore she could’ve heard a pin drop. She looked at the Traveler, who’s expression held nothing but bewilderment and shock.

“You gotta be joking…” They let out an annoyed laugh, clenched fingers running through their blond hair.

When parchment is burnt, the ashes stay. When someone screams in a field, the sound remains traveling around the globe, infinitely getting quieter, and quieter, and quieter, yet never truly disappearing.

When a puppet is erased from the world’s memory, the Traveler remembers.

“This guy…” They bite their nails. They should’ve expected this once they caught wind of the break up. 

“Done,” Scaramouche had said. The Traveler quirked a brow at his carefree attitude and nonchalant tone. Nahida warned them about his shifting moods— ‘Breakups are never easy,’ she explained, but this was drastic. And the way his wide smile didn’t match his eyes made the boy look deranged in a way that freaked the Traveler out.

They only processed his words when he disappeared from their sight.

“What are you doing?!”

They didn’t even bother hearing him out when he responded, too focused on trying to find the source of where his voice was coming from so they could smack some sense into him.

“Hold on! Aren’t you overreacting a little bit? There’s plenty of fish in the sea, and—“

They felt the ground shake. 

“And you’re being really impulsive right now! Come on, give it at least a year— f-five months! Even just two months—“

And then it was silent. All that remained was Paimon’s gaping mouth mirroring their own.

Paimon’s voice quirking up shook the Traveler out of their thoughts.

“Traveler, is it just Paimon, or did the Balladeer look like he was about to cry before he left?”

Despite the stress they were going through, the Traveler did recall seeing the boy's eyes well up for that split second before he vanished.

It’s hard for the Traveler to focus the morning after their good friend (a strong word for a ‘former-tormentor-turned-colleague’) decided to basically remove himself from the narrative. Having to catch Paimon up the morning after she lost her memories of the Balladeer also drained whatever energy they had reserved for the day.

It seems the Traveler’s mood is affecting yours as well, as you sat motionless while staring off into space.

“Uhm… are you okay? Paimon’s been trying to get your attention for the last six minutes…” She waves a hand in front of your face. 

You shake your head, straightening your back in surprise. “Sorry, I had a rocky sleep last night. I had a weird dream.”

Paimon claps her hands, ever excited for a story. “Well, let’s hear about it! It’s clearly bothering you.”

“It was way too much…” You try to refuse, but the duo’s expectant looks urge you to spill anyways.

“Basically, I lived through an entire relationship in the dream. I felt months go by— like, the dream only ended when we broke up.”

“Broke up?” Paimon repeats. The Traveler's head perks up at the trigger word, and they only fully look at you after Paimon’s echo. The Traveler’s eyes don’t show their excitement, because they’re not excited by this at all.

“Well, I didn’t wake up exactly when I broke up with him. A few days passed, and then I tried to go back to his house to talk to him, but…” 

The Traveler doesn’t hear the last part of your rambles, their ears ringing and going back to those two deadly words. The black hole of dread deepens in their stomach, no matter how much they try to shake the underlying feeling away. ‘Broke up. ’

“What was he like?” The Traveler breaks their silence after a considerable amount of time staying quiet. 

You begin to fidget with the back of your pen as you speak.

“Total wild card. I’d say he was mean if it weren’t for the times he was nice— when he was sweet, he could be really sweet.” There’s a smile on your face as you stare at the half-filled page of your journal.

Your wistful look turns into an uncomfortable grimace as you continue, “But when he was mean, I’d compare him to a monster. Super complicated guy.”

The Traveler closes their eyes while repressing a strong frown. 

Oh, great Anemo archon. 

“… Do you remember what this boy looked like?” The Traveler asks, reluctant and unwilling. They have an inkling suspicion that they already know what this dream-boy looks like.

You pipe up quicker than you had before, “Beautiful— I mean, I feel like he was beautiful. I’ve pretty much forgotten how most of his face looks after I woke up. All I remember are sharp eyes, like a cat.” 

Paimon glances at the Traveler, who in turn sneaks a reciprocating look. ‘ That could be anyone,’ The Traveler blinks. ‘I don’t know...’ Paimon blinks back.

A snap of your fingers interrupts their silent conversation. “Oh, and he had a blunt bowl cut.”

The Traveler wants to die. 

They place both elbows on the table, and bury their forehead in their palms. There is no one else in Sumeru that it could be but—

“And you’re sure you only ever dreamt this last night?” Paimon covers for the Traveler, trying to help by asking the final nail-in-the-coffin question herself.

Your bright smile is as deceiving as a marshmallow that doesn’t know that it’s hiding a bullet.

“Definitely!”

The Traveler could barely hide the groan of misery bubbling in their throat.

They try not to show more of the displeasure already on their face as they recount yesterday's events.

“Are you okay?” You lean closer to them.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just got a headache.”

They drop a hand and balance their chin on the one planted on the table. Maybe this is okay.

Sure , it may be bad that Scaramouche deleted himself… but is it worth making a big fuss over? Yeah, they haven’t approached Nahida about what to do next yet , but they could probably let it slide. 

Maybe it’s for the better. Maybe it’s meant to be this way. Scaramouche is far from stupid. Maybe he knew that this was the best outcome for the both of you.

As they brood in their thoughts, you take the silence as permission to continue scribbling in your notebook.

The Traveler side eyes Paimon as you’re submerged with scratching your thoughts down. They then nudge their floating companion, who takes the hint and coughs to grab your attention.

“What have you been scribbling about?”

“This is my dream diary.” You’re shy as you close the book. “It’s almost the afternoon, and I’m only just about finished with today's entry.”

“Can we read what you’ve been writing so far?”

“… Swear you won’t judge my writing?”

They both nod. You hand your notebook over.

Me and dream boy got into a fight, and then I told him that we should breakup. He looked really sad and it made me sad, and then he said something. I really wanted to hug him and apologize because he looked so sad but I left and shut the door. 

The Traveler keeps their promise by only commenting on how vivid the dream was. Paimon keeps her end of the deal by keeping her mouth shut. 

“It’s clear he’s occupying your mind,” the Traveler exclaims after thinking about what a pain in the ass it will be to try and fix this mess. 

You purse your lips. “… It’s really crazy, but I never felt that way before.”

Looking down at the table, you fidget with your pen again as you confess your thoughts to the blond. “You know, up until now, I never really understood the hype around love and relationships. I was always content with being alone.”

A familiar silhouette catches the Traveler’s eyes from behind you. It’s difficult to pay attention to you when the wide brim of the figure’s hat keeps bobbing up and down with each step he takes. 

“But after waking up… I don’t know, I just felt kind of… lonely? I’m not trying to whine, but I guess after getting a taste of what it might be like, it feels like I’m missing out.”

They try to focus on your words, but the clueless, almost juvenile way the boy wanders around the bookstand makes him look like child lost in a farmers market.

The Traveler notes that his attitude was timid. Far from normal.

“Ah, shoot, sorry, we originally met up for the information I was supposed to tell you, right?” Your apology snaps the Traveler out of their scrutiny.

They find it hard to steer gears after that. Paimon catches the Traveler’s stern eyes staring the figure down, and connects the pieces together.

“Right.”

The Traveler is still thinking about the boy even after you leave. Only after they hunt the figure down are they able to confirm that their suspicion was fact.

As they lay on their shared bed, staring up at the ceiling tiredly, it’s all the Traveler can think about.

“Paimon, I really thought this would be easy,” they mutter. Paimon groggily agrees. 

“Uh-huh.”

“When Nahida told me about it, I thought ‘finally, I can rest’.” 

“I hear you.”

“I thought I’d just take the guy out for ice cream, you know. Maybe get him to learn a new hobby. Take him fishing. Would’ve been an easy request. I didn’t think he’d do all this.”

The Traveler looks over as they rest their head over their crossed arms. Their companion is fast asleep.

~•~

The vendor smiles when he sees a familiar silhouette pop by for the second time that week. 

“Back so soon? You were here just yesterday!”

The newcomer was a welcome one, not only for his mora, but for his pleasant conversation. The vendor couldn’t help but smile as he watched the boy sheepishly scratch his cheek.

“Ah… I can’t help it. Last volume ended on a cliffhanger,” the boy confesses. The vendor's eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You’re already caught up?!”

The boy looks down at the concrete before nodding. 

The old vendor laughs after overcoming his brief astonishment, displaying the aforementioned text on his table, “Well, just buy the last few novels all together. That way you won’t have to keep coming back every time you finish a book.”

The Wanderer gulps at the offer, very visibly tempted, but restraint ultimately saves his skin (and mora).

“I won’t be able to work if I do that, I’ll be too enamoured reading,” the Wanderer explains. His attention shifts when he hears a high pitched call from behind him.

“Wanderer, you’re here again! Are you on your break?” The chattier part of the duo pipes up. The Wanderer nods his head, picking up a novel he was eyeing.

“Ah, yes. I was just thinking of buying a new book,” he responds. The Traveler looks at the cover. ‘A romance,’ they think to themselves. Paimon elbows their shoulder after catching sight of the novel.

“Paimon sure is hungry…” She floats to the side aimlessly, slouching for dramatic effect. The Wanderer takes the bait.

“Oh yeah. We should eat, hey?” He thinks back on when he had his last meal. Breakfast. No good. The Wanderer turns back to the vendor to finish up.

“I’ll just get this one.” He slides the mora over to the man, thanking him before turning back to the two. 

“I guess I’ll accompany you until my break ends,” he smiles. Paimon leads the way, making a line straight to the cafe just adjacent to the book stand.

She flies closer to him, peeking over at the novel once more. “What are you doing here reading books, anyways? It’s the second day of the festival!”

“Doesn’t seem like much fun,” he sighs. “Not much to do other than people watch, going alone and all.” The three sit at a table, the Wanderer caving to Paimon’s grabby hands towards his novel. She studies the front, only to gasp when she finally reads the back.

“Wait a minute, Paimon’s read this story before!” She squeals in excitement, gesturing wildly as the other two stare at her with curiosity. 

“So, this knight really really loves this princess, but she hits her head, and at the end of everyday, she basically forgets everything that happened, so it’s like she’s stuck in a loop! So the knight… hey, are you listening?” 

The Traveler nods before looking over at the boy beside them, who was facing away from their floating companion.

“Who is that?” He asks. Instantly, the two know who he’s talking about.

Your hand scribbles away on a piece of parchment, occasionally resting the end of the pen on your lips. The action brought a flush of pink to the Wanderers cheeks, his own lips parted in admiration.

“Oh, that’s…” The Traveler starts, but fails to finish.

Both the Traveler and Paimon look troubled, not exactly having planned out what they’d tell him. 

“We don’t know… we can ask around, after.” They offer a small smile. “Sorry Paimon, you were saying?” The Traveler tries to refocus the conversation, a way to buy time to formulate a plan of some sort.

Minutes of Paimon’s yapping pass, and the Wanderer still can’t stop staring at you. 

He wonders why he’s so drawn to your image, why he could feel your fingertips trace over his collarbones. Simply looking at you spread warmth over where a heavy beat should’ve thumped against his rib cage.

As far as he knows, you’re a stranger he’s never spoken a word to. So how come, no matter how many times he checks and makes sure it’s in his head, does he feel a pulse in his neck whenever he glances over at you?

You shut your book and stand up, pushing your chair back in and grabbing your bag from the seat beside you. 

The Wanderer stands up as well, causing his companions beside him to follow suit.

As if a string had wrapped around his waist and was pulling him closer, his body subconsciously steps towards your direction.

The Traveler grabs the boy's shoulder before he could get closer.

“Your break has ended,” they state in a flat tone.

The boy looks at the cafe clock, a hint of betrayal on his features as he silently laments the time passing so quickly.

“Oh…” He’s still looking at you, even when he turns his body to face the other two. "... Yeah. I should get back, then.”

The Wanderer makes a move to step away and leave, but the hand resting on his shoulder stays planted on. He shoots the Traveler a quizzical look.

“No.” The Traveler replies.

The Wanderer glances at Paimon, who in turn averts her gaze from his own. He’s beginning to worry. “… Huh?”

The Traveler ushers the boy with them, unfortunately (in his case) the opposite direction of where you’re headed.

“I need to talk to you about something.” The urgency in the Traveler’s voice causes a spike of worry in the Wanderer’s mind. He’s wearing a confused look, his eyebrows tilting upwards as he looks around nervously. “… What’s wrong?” He whispers to the two beside him. 

Paimon has never seen anyone look this concerned before. She frowns before looking down in guilt. 

‘Poor guy ,’ Paimon thinks to herself. ‘ Innocent, innocent Wanderer.’

She lifts her head and meets the Traveler’s face, who bears the same guilt-ridden expression.

They both lock eyes, and then nod in newfound determination.

Paimon will make sure that they apologize to the boy later.

[somewhat-insane]

im back at record speeds bc now im so invested. It's unreal.

hiii its the shadowpeach × reader (wukong reader qpps).

the drabble was so cute, macaque IS screwed. but i think he desurves to get what he wants...

so i would LOVE to see a part 2 where his yearning doesnt go away. and maybe wukong catches on? or maybe macaque slips up and runs away, making reader have to IMMEDIATELY tell wukong, and figure smthn out. HONESTLY ur call if you had an idea of ur own id love to read it.

thank you sm dear ♡ again take ur time !! and take care of yourself !

I was having trouble writing this at first because I was having a writer's block moment (a moment that has lasted months ;-;), but I was laying in bed and suddenly inspiration just hit me and I finally felt like I had an idea good enough to write most of this. (That being said, it still took me forever because of editing and stuff, but I'm starting to become more comfortable taking my time because of understanding readers like you!)

Anyway, without further ado, here is the next installment of "Macaque doesn't know how to express emotions normally and Wukong is a supportive bestie/menace."

The Moon's Kiss

Tags: GN!Reader x Macaque, GN!Reader & Wukong

~

Macaque's breaking point came on a chilly night sitting on the edge of a roof, looking down at the still very lively streets, beautiful lights and lanterns keeping the hustle and bustle alive long after sunset.

(Admittedly, it wasn't Macaque's favorite time or place, the noises were too loud, the scents too strong, and the lights too bright, but you seemed happy and that was really the main thing he cared about at the moment.)

He wasn't exactly sure what it was that night, why he felt the need to act when he knew he shouldn't. Maybe it was how much brighter the moon seemed, or maybe it was how you scoffed and punched his shoulder when he made a bad joke. Maybe it was even the way you rambled on and on with a smile, pausing every once and a while to take a bite of the pastry he had stolen bought for you, and then promptly continuing to talk with your mouth full because you were too excited to remember manners, apparently. Seemed Monkey King was rubbing off on you, which Macaque loathed to find more charming than he'd ever admit.

Whatever the reason, it was a chaste little thing, the kiss he gave. A casual lapse in conversation was interrupted when you felt his lips suddenly press against yours paired with a cool hand holding your cheek to keep you steady. Your eyes fly open in surprise and confusion, shadow magic whispering around the two of you as if to protect this forbidden moment in space and time. Ultimately, once you had processed what the hell just happened, he was already gone, having shadow portaled away somewhere to hide from the assumed consequences of his actions. Consequences that were likely to have been you punching him or shoving him off the building.

For a few seconds you just stared at the spot he had previously been, your mind struggling to comprehend the shift from the comfortable moment you had been basking in just a few minutes before.

You looked down at the street below, a mixture of confusion, dread, and... elation swirling through your stomach.

And then...

"SHIT, how am I gonna get down?"

(A quick text and a clumsy climb down a fire escape later)

Wukong huffed, plopping his rear down on the bed in front of you, causing you to bounce a bit on the mattress, "you're very demanding, anyone ever tell you that?"

"Once or twice," you hum, comb in hand as the grumpy monkey in front of you pouts, tail flicking at you, tickling the tip of your nose and making you swat it away while chuckling, "now stop being so dramatic or else you'll end up taking Mac's place as the resident theater kid."

"Eugh, no, I'm not getting back on stage any time soon," his lips quirk up into a playful smirk you can't see from behind him but can sense in the affectionate way his tail winds around your wrist when you tried swatting it away. Though it doesn't take long before his joy falters when you sigh and say, "speaking of Macaque..."

His tail finds itself dropping away from your wrist and slapping against the mattress as he anxiously begins to scratch at his wrist, you flick his hand to reprimand him for it, grabbing a fidget toy from your nightstand to toss into his lap and keep his hands occupied.

"I'm sure you can guess he's what I wanted to talk to you about," you awkwardly chew on the inside of your cheek, beginning to comb messy patches of Wukong's fur down. He preferred when you just used your hands but you found a comb gave better results, you would go over it all with your fingers after you got all the knots out, "he, uh... he kissed me. Earlier today. I considered just texting you and letting you two sort it out yourselves but... I don't know, I didn't want you freaking out on him or anything. Didn't want this driving a wedge between you two after how far you've come."

The silence that stretched between the two of you after you said this was anything but comforting, the inability to see his facial expression only further fueling your unease, anxiety winding you up so tight that you jolt in surprise when Wukong face palms.

He seems almost relieved as he gives a breathy laugh and says, "of course! Gods, he's had me worried all this time just because he has a stupid crush? I should've known," for a moment you think he's being bitter but then he leans back against you, head against your stomach so he can grin up at you, "s'pose I can't blame him."

He reaches up to pinch your cheek and say, in an exaggerated baby voice, "you're such a cwute widdle hwuman after aww."

You can't help but snort, shoving him off of you, "oh my gosh, be serious."

"No can do, sugar cube," he smirks, wrestling with you until you gave up and let him rest his head in your lap.

"Sugar cube?" you scoff in amusement, raising a brow, "were you watching that cowboy version of Monkey Cop again? 'Monkey Sheriff,' I think it was called?"

"Mmmmaybe~" the playful mirth in his eyes makes it hard to focus so you set the comb aside and rest a hand over his eyes, this just makes him chuckle, prompting you to roll your eyes fondly.

"Are you avoiding talking about the subject?" You ask seriously after a moment and his grin falls, not into a frown but into something thoughtful as he genuinely considers it. One thing he's been working on is not dodging hard conversations with jokes, which had been particularly hard when he discovered that he does it a lot without realizing it.

"Nah," he finally says after a moment which makes you frown and tilt your head in confusion, your hand still over his eyes. He seems unbothered by this.

"Really? You're- Not upset or anything?" You ask in confusion, he just shrugs. Unhelpful as ever.

"I mean, I think Mac's liked you for a while," he says, feeling your glare on him, upset that he hadn't told you, "but I knew pressuring him to talk about it before he was ready wouldn't get us anywhere, so I just decided to wait until he made a move before I bring it up."

"That's... surprisingly thoughtful of you... Wait, you knew he liked me and you didn't tell me??"

"Well- I didn't know, but- bud, if I told you, you would immediately go pester him about it and then he'd be mad at me for telling you and-"

You move your hands from his eyes to flick his nose and he whines, glaring up at you but takes the hint to shut up.

"Soooooo, you withheld information again because you think you know what's best for everyone?" It was meant to be teasing but it clearly lands wrong as he frowns and looks away.

"That's not-"

"Sorry, I..." you sigh and shake your head, "I didn't mean it seriously. But, ah... if you're not upset about it then what do you feel."

Wukong gives a thoughtful grunt before shrugging again, grinning at the way you glare at him. Before you can press him for more he waves you off and says, "eh, amusement, maybe? Relief, too. Mac's been working himself up for a while. I was kinda worried there was something else going on. For a guy who doesn't like following the rules he stresses about your weird societal norms a lot."

"... Wait, so you're just like- totally chill about all this?"

Wukong sighs, raising a brow, "bud, I've never really understood all this modern relationship crap. You mortals make things so complicated. We all feel what we feel and want what we want. Why can't it be left at that?"

"Because that is incredibly vague," you huff, not entirely sure how to take Wukong's answer.

"Yeah, just like laws," Wukong responded confidently.

"... No-??? Do you even know the laws????"

Wukong pursed his lips and when you narrowed your eyes he looked away and shrugged, "in my defense, it's hard to keep up with weird human politics."

"You're literally a king-"

"Demon politics are easier. Of course my kingdom is one of the better ones-"

Flicking his ear pulls a whine from him and he huffs out a, "what?"

"Stop talking before you end up saying something stupid."

"Saying stupid things is my job."

"Right now your job is to go talk to Macaque."

"Fine, but you're coming with, he'll get all skittish if he thinks I'm mad at him."

Wukong hops off your bed and approaches your window, grunting as he slides it open and whistles, calling Nimbus down and watching as the cloud stopped just outside.

With his usual insufferable grin, he gestures for you to go ahead.

"Beauty first~" He teases.

"Call me that again and I'm stepping on your tail," you deadpan, prompting him to shrug and say, "noted," before shoving you out the window onto the soft cloud.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AAAAnnnd, that's a wrap! I am so sorry this took me literal months to get out but I hope you still read and enjoyed it! I did technically have a bit more planned (I feel like this was a bit Wukong heavy despite how the focus should have been on Macaque) but you've already waited for long enough and I feel so horrible- I digress.

As always, thank you for reading and requesting! Constructive criticism is accepted and appreciated!!

[visionsofmagic]

day 14: bucky barnes [dilf]

࿓ synopsis • you’re his sugar baby, so, he want you to show your gratitude to him in the way he pleases the most.

―❦ nsfw, sugar baby!reader, f!reader, sugar daddy!bucky, licking, fingering, neck holding, pet names, pink panties, sucking, begging, ‘is all! • 0.8k • writing about mr. barnes once again and having so much fun while doing it, enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“yes, like that baby, take it and be the good girl for me,” his liquor smell rushes to your nose, hand grips your hair from the neck, pulling your face forth and pushing it back, the taste of his cock on your tongue, licking it in pleasure, want to get more and more of it as you cry, tears washing your cheeks, salvia dripping onto his abdomen whenever his cock fill up your mouth. “fuuck – feels so good, mouth so good.”

whimpering, you let a few low moans at his praising, getting closer to your climax as he gets, earning a growl from him the moment your moans send a kind of pleasure jolt to his veins, flowing from his cock to his whole body.

sitting on the ground, on your knees, you don’t care about how much your knees have the color of red since being in that position for a while now. the only matter is him – satify him.

you look at his face from the below. he looks so good, blue eyes as piercing as ever, gazes travel on your body and face, making you see the power his hold of you – bucky barnes owns you in a way no one can. it’s not about the money, no, not at all – it’s just about being his both pretty baby and lover – he says it every time – he says that you’re worth it all.

and there you are again, being his obedient sugar baby as he fulfills his desires that he has for you.

still sitting on the couch, he looks down at your pathetic face, a smirk’s ghost is visible on his attractive face, sending you chills and getting proud of yourself. to do more for him, you begin to massage his balls with your left hand whereas the other one finds your clit underneath your pinky panties that is written eat me on it – bucky’s favorite; that panties on you, and nothing else.

his hand on your hair getting tighter, pulling you back, his cock appearing as it leaves your warm mouth full of salvia and precum coming from his fat cock. “oh look at my princess,” he says, kneeling down to your level, nose to nose as he holds you by the neck addition to the grip on your hair – his blue eyes burning your body alive as he looks hazardous. “turned on so much from sucking my cock with that pretty mouth of yours that you began to finger yourself without getting a permission from me?”

your mind tries to comprehend every word he says yet it seems so difficult because you just want to suck his dick again, making it wet enough that he will bend you over the table behind you, fucking you mindlessly only to take good care of your exhausted body afterward – the definition of fucking as an enemy and loving as significant other.

he shakes his head, understanding that you have no idea what he’s talking about. leaving your neck, hand grips your hand now, taking it from your soaking pussy. “did I allow you to do that? hm?” he asks, licking your wet fingers full of your juice, and looking directly at your face while doing it. “did you forget what you should do first?”

finally, the realization hits you, heat rushing to your cheeks as you nod, beginning to say sorry how you are, “so sorry buc –“

he slaps your face with his cock, furrowing, and leaving your body freely as he leans behind, opening his legs wider – his dick stans right in front of your face, his jerking off while waiting for you to get yourself together.

“daddy! ‘m so sorry daddy – please –“

“please what, princess?” he asks, smirking when you look at his dick inside his hand, mouth begin to get wet on its own, eyes sparkling, and you look like you’re nothing but only his fucktoy. even though you’re so much more than that – more than everything in his life, he likes to have you like this – pathetic little cocksucker for him.

“let me suck your cock, daddy, please!” having no dignity, you let out a cry, hands finding his inner thighs as you put your head onto one of them, pouting so that he will get softer and let you. the quicker you make him cum into your mouth, the sooner he will begin to fuck you.

“since my pretty baby asked so nicely,” he puts his cock’s tip into your mouth by opening them within it, then, without waiting, pushing it into your mouth in one go, earning a deep painful yet full of pleasure moan from you – swearing at the sudden high feeling of pleasance, he chuckles, “suck your daddy’s cock nicely, then, maybe, I will fuck that greedy pussy of yours.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear @chloee0x0 *lots of kisses!*

[starkaabii]

At least half the Kirby fandom is madly in love with Meta Knight. And while there's absolutely nothing wrong with that whatsoever, I sit here after 8 years, thinking about feelings that I used to have no idea how to understand. I've always loved Meta Knight, and I would have just said it exactly like that, because I didn't understand love back then. Now I'm older and I'm finally starting to slowly begin to understand all those things that once puzzled me.

I love Meta Knight, yes. But not in the romantic, crushing kind of way that a lot of others in this fandom do. Yet, not in just a "he's a cool character and that's it" way, either. But then, what did it mean for me, exactly? How could I even begin to articulate it? Why didn't I just get normal fictional crushes like other people?

It's now that I finally realize that what I've felt since I was a child is an admiration. For me, Meta Knight is a character I've always greatly looked up to and admired. I wanted to be like him. His courage and nobility, yet his selflessness; his perseverance, his ability to hold on to hope even when everything cane crashing down a thousand times over. His refusal to let his circumstances and past stop him, his care for those he considers his friends, all wrapped under his calm, collected demeanor; not unfeeling and cold, but level-headed and able to take the time to think things through, yet also act at a moment's notice to do what's right, even when it means putting himself on the line.

Meta Knight has been my hero and role model most of my life. That's what I meant when I was younger and would say I love him without truly understanding how. And it's made me able to realize that, a lot of the time when I've dearly loved even real people, it hasn't been romantic. There are so many different kinds of love than just romantic love. So many different things love can mean. And it's amazing, really, especially now that I'm finally beginning to be able to understand that and myself. Love isn't limited to romance, it's not even limited to friendship. Love for a character in media isn't limited to a fictional crush likewise; it can mean so many other things.

It's just kind of amazing, finally learning to understand all that as someone who has such a difficult time comprehending and interpreting feelings. Like seeing a rainbow appear in a stormy grey sky and taking in that whole beautiful spectrum of colors.

[harleehazbinfics]

A day off without you.

A/N: i missed my goobers

--- Cannibal Chef!Reader m.list

You never took any days off, especially when you loved being by Alastor's side. So, what was the point if you took a break when you won't see him? Today however, you were left in the hotel without Alastor. When Charlie saw him leave the hotel without you tailing behind him, this left Charlie with a chance to kidnap you.

"Come on! Let's go to Lu Lu Laaaand!~" she sang wearing a duck hat and waving a yellow flag around.

You tilted your head unable to comprehend the situation while all the others just sighed and shrugged following her lead, pretty used to Charlie aggressively suggesting exercises that would help them 'get along better' however, nowadays they didn't mind it, they pretty much enjoyed each other's company, except for you.

You never really minded them. You always stuck by Alastor's side besides when he talks to them that's the only times you get to interact with them. So, taking the opportunity Charlie brought you along with them.

"Are you sure we should bring cannibal bitch over here?" Angel whispered leaning down on Charlie while you inspected the little hat and eventually putting it on your head with a derpy look in your face.

"Of course! We never really had the chance to talk to them since they're basically glued to Alastor all the time. I want everyone to get to know each other and get along," Charlie explained feeling sorry for you that you never got to experience any relationships aside from what you had with him.

Angel merely shrugs and replies, "You're the boss."

"Ooh! Ooh! (y/n)! Let's go on that!" Nifty excitedly points at the rollercoaster while her other handheld yours, like a little kid with their parent.

"Oh! That's a great idea! Angel why don't you sit next with (y/n) while I sit with Nifty?" Charlie asks holding Nifty by the armpits while the little goofball smiled.

Both of you shrug indifferently as you got on the ride, going on a steady pace to the top.

"Have you ever ridden one of these before?" Angel tries to start a conversation almost awkwardly.

You shook your head not even smiling like you used to when you're with Alastor, and answered in a monotone voice, "No, I'm always with Sir Alastor so I don't really have a chance to. Even when I was alive I was always cooking or playing around with Yuta."

He only looked at you sadly, compared to him you were clearly much younger when you died and spent majority in hell bowing to someone's will even if you were willing. You never had freedom to do something for yourself.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the ride finally started as you both plummeted from a grand height increasing his adrenaline. With many twists and turns, and lots of excited screaming from him and the back, he turns to you and sees eyes filled with interest and fascination.

On wobbly legs all of you chattered excitedly as you got done from the ride. Angel looks at you to see the excited look on your eyes and a small blush on your cheek from the thrill.

"How was it, doll?" he asks with a grin.

"It was... fun," you reply with a little smile and flushed cheeks.

He purses his lips from disbelief that he saw a genuine smile on your face. He thought that you could only smile if you were given the attention you wanted or when you kill people. But you were still young afterall.

The other also saw this exchange and couldn't help but be happy for you. So, they took you on more rides and made you wear more duck themed clothes and had wonderful times together where they saw you break into a smile or laugh multiple times.

By the time you arrive back at the hotel, Alastor waited for everyone by the balcony drinking coffee by himself.

He sees you from the distance laughing and talking to Angel and Husk sharing jokes and stories from the trip with one another. He smiles candidly seeing you enjoying yourself, however he couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed that you were giving a smile that wasn't for him.

But he'll let it slide for now.

"Sir Alastor! I brought you some gifts from our trip!" you yell from below him waving your hand enthusiastically.

"Did you enjoy yourself, (y/n)-dear?" he asks appearing before you.

"Yes! I had lots of fun with everyone!" you smile genuinely making the group feel like the trip was worth it after all, ending in a happier note.

mini explaination here why i made reader this way: reader was a culinary student that pretty much dedicated their life pleasing other people that they thought that was the only way for them to be happy (e.i. laugh, smile, etc). that's why they poured their hours on Yuta and Alastor to feel validated. so i wanted them to have a connection with Angel since he's the only one who canonically has siblings, and i wanted them to form that bond for probably future chapters. that and i want to reader to have a chance at a real family, when their's abused them and all. that's all thankkkkssss (also they just hate Vox lmao, probably shift between she and they from here)