#oh lover please do not fall to your knees it’s not like I believe in everlasting love!!!!!

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Hi can u please write about domestic life with Bills Eric Draven? Can there be fluffy and smutty moments? Tyyyy

Boy can I??? I’d be DELIGHTED. His domesticity is all I think about. He’s the sweetest, kindest and most loving bf and you can’t change my mind. I got a little carried away! Hopefully this is what you were wanting! Enjoy doll!

Bf!Eric x gf!reader. Explicit sexual content under the cut, minors dni, oral (f receiving), p in v. brief mentions of drug use, mostly fluffy relationship stuff

It wasn’t entirely easy. You and Eric. The circumstances under which you met and the nature of the both of you was quite dysfunctional. You were chaos, and he was a mess. But it worked. The two of you. You worked perfectly. You weren’t sure what it was, you had never been able to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. But it was almost like you were meant to be together. If you didn’t believe in the whole soulmates thing, you started to believe it when you met Eric.

He was so unreal, so out of this world. He was always by your side, fingers laced with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder. He always had to be touching you, whether it was something as little as holding your hand, or going as far as putting you in a matting press when he fucked you, because he hated the idea of not being as close to you as possible. He never meant to, he didn’t even know what it was. He just did it one day. Your knees damn near next to your head, your body nearly folded in half as he draped his body over yours. You didn’t even know your body could bend this way. But god this you like it. How deep he could be this way. And you had him so close you could hear his little sounds, his hard breathing and his soft grunts.

He always felt a little bad, manhandling you around like you were nothing. If he wasn’t bending your body in ways you didn’t think were human, he was putting you in a headlock as he took you from behind, one arm draped around your neck from shoulder to shoulder. He just wanted you close, afraid you’d run away. But he sometimes forgot to take it easy on you. You always assured him you were more than happy with him, that he wouldn’t hurt you. Deep down it made you all kinds of earn to know you could arise such passions from him. For someone so morbidly quiet and nonchalant, Eric was very intense and passionate lover.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. You’re doing so good.” He would tell you, his voice soft and quiet in your ear, grounding you as his cock fucked you into nothing. “I just want to make you feel good, hm? Just want to make you feel good. That’s what you deserve.”

“I don’t deserve this. You’re too good for me.” He would say, his lips on your cheek as quiet moans spilled from your lips. “You’re just so… I can’t believe you’re all mine.” His name falling from your lips would be the end of him. So soft and desperate for him. He didn’t have much experience before you, but now he just can’t get enough of you. He wanted to be all over you at all times it actually upset him when you had to leave or when he did.9

But he was also oh so kind, so gentle and patient with you. He always followed you around like an oversized puppy, quietly listening to whatever tangent you would go on about. You could be cursing up a storm (albeit not directed at him) and he would take it with a straight face and big eyes. And it was often that nothing more but his presence would calm you down, center you.

“How do you do it?” You asked him one day, hot tears staining your face after a day of one stressor after another. Eric had managed to get you on the couch where he silently sat you down on his lap. You almost immediately curled up into his lap, legs tucked under you and your head on his chest. You felt an almost instant sense of relief and peace fill you, and you were sighing deeply, feeling your heart slow its fast beating.

“Do what?” He asked you softly, his fingers massaging your head calmly. You rested your hand on his chest, eyes closed.

“This. You calm me down. I was crying two minutes ago and now I feel… okay.” You felt him shrug under you and when you looked up he had a smile on his face. That smile could make you forget any grief or sadness you might have, because none of it really mattered.

But it wasn’t just him who could bring you peace, you were his, too. His lows weren’t as intense or visible as yours, but when he was at his low, he was at an all time low. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t eat, he would just go about his day like a corpse, eyes dead and empty and his mind elsewhere. You understood he had his issues too, so you tried to be there for him without pushing him. You were more subtle. You’d make him dinner, you’d invite him to watch a movie with you. And you’d tangle up with him on the couch as you all but forced him to eat, and you’d talk to him about your day. But something so small always meant so much to him. He couldn’t help the way he felt, he couldn’t help his negative thoughts that drove him to do drugs in the first place, but having you around to remind him someone in this world loved and cared for him, it made it all a little bit easier.

Eric started to bring you flowers one day. Every week once a week, he could come home with your favorite flowers. He alternated colors. With a sheepish smile he’d stand in the doorway with his hands behind his back. And the way he would look at you when gushed about how pretty they were was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, the only one that mattered. And to him you were. Seeing that smile on your face was the only thing he ever wanted to do.

“You like them?” He would ask as if it wasn’t obvious, but he’d do it just to hear you giggle and watch you all but skip to put them in water. “Yeah? I saw them and thought about you.”

He always thought about you. There wasn’t a single waking second where he didn’t. You were good for him. And he knew that. He didn’t need anything else to fill the emptiness in his chest because he had you. You had filled that hole and he made sure you knew that everyday.

Eric had many ways to show his love and devotion for you. He wrote you poems, he drew for you, you had so many sketches you have started to run out of places to hang them, but this one was by far his favorite. He could spend literal hours between your legs. He absolutely loved it. He was absolutely obsessed with it.

“E-Eric.. Please.” You were shaking, sweating, incoherent as his tongue circled on your clit, his long fingers fucking you through your, fourth, fifth? You stopped keeping count. He had been down there for an eternity. He just kept asking for one more, just one more and he’d leave you alone. But it wasn’t enough. He was quite obsessive with the things he wanted.

But he figured he’d have to give you a break eventually. He was also painfully hard.

“I’m sorry baby.” He muttered softly as he crawled up your body, using the back of his hand to wipe the mess you had made, but his plush lips were still bright red and glistening. “You know I get carried away sometimes… You’re just so..”

He would kiss your face, brush your hair, soothe you back into a functioning human being. It wasn’t often that Eric vocalized his thoughts, but in moments like this when he felt safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable, he would tell you all about how pretty you were, how talented you were, how much he loved you.

Eric was always full of surprises. He was quiet and nonchalant, but he was impulsive. You learned that very quickly.

“Baby?” You heard Eric call out to you as he came into the loft. You sat on the computer as you listened to one of his recordings. He had asked you to help him out since he really wanted to start pursuing his music and art now that he actually had someone that supported him.

With a smile, you took your headphones off and went to greet him, but you immediately frowned when you saw him hold something wrapped up in his hoodie.

“Hey, whatcha got there?” You stood up, approaching him with narrowed eyes as he broke out a smile.

“I’m sorry. I just found it, I just.. I felt bad.” He pulled down his hoodie to reveal a precious little kitten. A black ball of fur coating its little face. Your heart immediately sank and you wanted to cry.

“Oh my god, Eric.” You took the kitten into your hands and your eyes started watering as you hugged it. Eric wasn’t sure what to make of your reaction. Did you hate it? Were you upset?

“No, baby, I’m sorry. I found it outside, it’s kinda cold and it was drinking from a puddle. I didn’t want a car to hit it. We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to, we can take it to a shelter or something.” He started to mumble, a hand coming to rub the back of his head and his lips fell open when he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He approached you, reaching to grab your face. “Please don’t cry.”

“No… No Eric I’m not..” You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears as you leaned into Eric’s chest while still hugging the now purring black ball of fur. “I’m not upset at all. It’s just… I’ve never had my own pet before. And it’s so cute, can we keep it, please? It’d be our little child.”

The way you looked at him with big pleading eyes made him feel so warm, he never thought he’d feel something like this. He smiled, nodding as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course we can keep it. He’s kinda cute, right?” Eric chuckled as he scratched the little one’s head.

“Or she.”

Your little ball of fur wasn’t the only thing you and Eric shared. You got so many matching tattoos it was concerning. Your friends and family had even told you it was odd to get tattoos with a guy you had been dating for only a few months. But it didn’t matter to you. You didn’t know why, but deep down you knew your connection with Eric was out of this world. So what were a couple tattoos? You loved that you had a physical reminder of your connection with him. The feelings deep within your souls were forever marked on your skin, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Truth was, Eric loved tracing each and every one of your tattoos. He traced his fingers over the fine lines, traced the words, he traced his lips over them too. He particularly loved the ones on your back and on your stomach, the ones no one but him could see. They were his little secret.

You matched each other perfectly, in every way.

[lucydacusgirl]

Oh ghosts by Laura Marling we’re really in it now

[visionsofmagic]

— what he calls you, what you call him. ✷ mk1 edition.

PET NAMES.

— nsfw content under the cut! just a drabble & version 2 of my other drabble series for mk1. the idea came into my mind when I was writing a request, so, have fun! [also have no idea how this turned out to be more spicy than I thought] [main master.]

tomas, syzoth, bi han, liu kang, kuai liang, raiden

TOMAS. he likes to call you by every beautiful title even though he still believes your name is the prettiest one among them. he chooses “my goddess” mostly in lots of ways from showing his love to begging for you to let him fuck you. he always gets blushed whenever you tease him by using a few certain pet names. the most effective one is being called shy by you.

“oh, hi shyness, miss me already? ohh, cute!”

SYZOTH. he is shy like tomas yet he is a bit stronger with certain pet names you use for him while he’s calling you his love, goddess, precious. he prefers using cute little names for you besides your name. he even whimpers them when he has you on him, under him, in front of him. it doesn’t matter - the only important thing is how he tries to get you to call him with a certain title - good boy.

“ohh, my good boy - you’re so beautiful!”

BI HAN. it takes a long time for him to come up with pet names that include affection rather than power play - apparently, he’s new to this, a bit, yet when he discovers how the names he calls you have different effects on you, he begins to use them often. you are the reason he begins to use them after all - calling him master, in a very seductive way, turning his title to something different, something that makes his blood boil with a refreshing ice sense. it drives him crazy whenever you use it, so, he chooses to call you his personal favorite, including humiliating nicknames too - “slut”, “whore”, and “toy” - also he calls you, “pretty”, “delightful”.

“ohh - master, you have no idea what you’re doing to me - mmh, maybe you do.”

LIU KANG. he is a lover who likes to give both affection, love and lust, desire to his partner, so he uses lots of pet names while giving every beautiful name to you, from “darlin’”, “love”, “beauty” to “doll”, “honey”, “delicate flower”. he likes to see your expression, and your reactions as he calls you with such names. also, he can’t help but fall for you further, can’t hide the feelings he has in the moments of you call him your lord - both in a pretty way as if he’s the only one who has your heart and soul at the same time with your trust, and in a sweet way as if the only thing you want from him to devour you, showing his true power while showing you starts as he pounds into you.

“ohhh, my lord, please - it’s so gooood my lord, so good -!”

KUAI LIANG. the dilemma of this man makes you go crazy. it will be like in daylight, you’re the most precious thing in every realm, a delicate lover, deserves all gentle things from him - it even shows itself with the way he calls you his love, heart, and soul - yet in nights, he turns into a fire beast, having you so weak on the knees and teasing you whenever he gets chance to by calling you his good girl. his favorite ones - the ones that turn the table and make him weak on the knees one for you are being called your warmth, your lover, and your cute boy. according to the moods, he goes crazy with each of them.

“my lover - goood, feeling so good!”

RAIDEN. another shy boy who likes to call you the ones you are comfortable with- he even asks you if it’s okay to call you such a thing the first time he uses it without realizing it for a moment. he’s also a gentle lover - it takes time to also use a few filthy names rather than only cute ones such as “pretty”, “princess”, and “cuteness.” he spends a certain time until he calls you his good girl, making his mind turn dizzy with how you make him feel so good. for him, he should choose the name he can never get tired or bored of hearing from your pretty lips - as he remarks shyly.

“oh, look at my pretty boy! making such a mess for me!”

🩷

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[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

Long Live

Happy end of tour H! You deserve the break! I hope you enjoy the blurb so so much! Come talk to me about it! All my love, as always, for you

July 23, 2023

Harry. Reggio Emilia, Italy. 12:00 AM.

 As soon as the lock opened and the door pushed open, I let out a breath of relief and turned to kiss the side of Pippa’s head, who had snuggled as soon as I lifted her from her car seat, Y/N was just behind me with JJ still in hers, while Rachel, our nanny, brought in the diaper bags and stroller.

We all stopped in the foyer and smiled, Y/N was the first to speak in a hushed tone, “Rachel thank you for everything, please go rest and tomorrow enjoy your day, we will probably stay in bed all day until the party”, she smiled, “Thank you, for everything, this has been an amazing journey and I am so excited for you guys”.

Harry and I smiled and squeezed her arm, we parked the stroller and grabbed the diaper bag and made our way up the stairs. Once in our bedroom I kissed Pippa’s head and laid her down, making sure she had her bunny and binky with her and put a blanket over her lower torso.

Y/N was pulling JJ out of her car seat and kissing her chubby cheeks, then whispered, “Hi bug, are you wanting to party with mum and dad?”, I smiled and walked to her and kissed her temple and reached for the baby while Y/N went to change her outfit.

I walked over to the makeshift changing table and started chatting with my baby, “Hi JJ, hi baby, did you enjoy the show? Did daddy sing good?”, she cooed a little and I finished changing her, picked her up and kissed her cheeks, which had increasingly grown in the last month.

Y/N walked out of the bathroom and smiled, she walked to us and kissed my back while I ran my hand down my back, “Do you want to take a shower and get ready for bed?”, I turned to look at her, “Can I feed her? if you need to I don’t mind but I would love to”, Y/N shook her head and smiled, “Absolutely baby, there’s a bottle in the insulation bag, I’ll pump no problem”.

I smiled at her and reached for the bottle, the settled in the bed and started feeding JJ, I still couldn’t believe she was here, and how much she looked like me and how much I loved her, Pip, and my lover. This last leg of tour had been a crazy ride, full of worry and a lot of tears from both grown-ups and infants alike.

But alas everything comes to an end, and now, I couldn’t wait to just watch my girls grow up. Once JJ finished feeding, I burped her and laid her down over my knees. I still remember how much I loved doing this with Pip, the moment where she was teeny and awake and also falling back asleep.

Y/N came back into the room and after finishing her night routine she sat down next to me, she kissed JJ’s cheeks and mine before speaking up, “What are you thinking about?”, I smiled and grabbed JJ’s hand, “About everything, I am grieving the end of tour, the life I led until now; but I am also excited about everything I am getting to do now, like bedtime routines, and reading a story to the girls, make dinner for you, just… just be us, “The Styles” you know?”

She smiled and nodded, “I know baby, it feels like forever when we talked about this and look at us now; two baby girls to kiss and cuddle all day long, and a whole lot of free time for us to enjoy, starting with our vacation here in Italy.”

I grinned and nodded, “I am so ready, we just have to wait about four days, and we will be just us four, the only thing I’ve been wanting for a while and then it is home to rest”, she sat up and gave me a teasing smile, “Oh didn’t I tell you? You have about ten or twelve IKEA boxes waiting for my handsome builder”.

I laughed a little then shushed JJ who was startled awake, Y/N made grabby hands for her and I kissed her cheeks before handing the baby to Y/N and going to the bathroom and doing my nighttime routine before settling back in bed with her, I pulled her into my arms and kissed all over her face before stopping just a little far from her lips and whispering, “Thank you, for being my muse, my love, my friend, my whole heart and whole life.”

She smiled and ran a hand down my cheek, “Thank you for letting me love you and give you everything, and I promise to continue to do so, for as long as you let me, wherever life takes us”, then pulled her in for a kiss I hoped showed all the love I had for her. I was excited, I was happy, I was content, and I hope for the life of me that this feeling never ends.

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[inlovewithgreta]

Hot Wax - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader

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A/n: did I finish my other wips? absolutely not. did I make an entire new fic and finish it in one day? yes, yes I did. @celasteria this one is for you my little skank twin <3

Summary: Joan tries something new.

Warnings: Praise, pet names, wax kink, eating out, sixty-nine activities, fingering (r!receiving), I believe that’s it.. not proofread cause I’m lazy :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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The flickering candlelight was merely just a way to set the mood, but Joan slowly stalking her way towards you with a tall tapered candle in her hand had you practically melting at the sight.

You shiver and press your thighs together at the thought of that sweet, hot burn of the wax that you're going to feel against your skin.

"I've been dreaming of painting your body with this wax for weeks... but where do I start..?" She eyes your quivering body as she slides up the bed to straddle your hips.

"Please, mommy... I want to feel it dripping down my breasts," you begged the woman.

"Well since you asked mommy so nicely.." her voice dropped an octave as she spoke. The huskiness in her voice had you weak in the knees.

You held your breath as Joan drew the lit candle closer to your naked body. As the first drip of the hot wax fell onto your skin, you couldn't help but let out a loud whine.

"Oh my god..." Your body shivered, at the sharp pain that turned pleasurable as the seconds went by.

Joan couldn't help the smirk that toyed at her lips, eyes glazed over with lust as she tilted the candle once more. The flame was so close, that it felt as if it was burning your skin.

Your nipples tightened around the wax that slowly dripped onto you. That sweet, sharp burst of pain hitting your senses was exhilarating.

"You like this, don't you?" Joan doesn't stop there, meticulously painting your skin with the hot, melting wax.

"More...please.." you begged.

"As much as I love to hear you begging, pretty girl, I don't like to be rushed," she tutted.

Joan let the candle drip down your opposite breast, giving it the same attention as the first. She was gentle, making sure you weren't hurting from the heat, but still keeping the flame close to your body to keep you a writhing mess beneath her.

The heat was engulfing your entire body, inch by inch as she painted her picture. Once Joan was satisfied with her drawing, she quickly blew the candle out with a soft whisper, and set the candle on the nightstand.

"Mommy—" you moaned, when her fingernails scraped at the hardened edges of the once melted wax along your chest.

"You took that so well for me, baby..." she cooed.

A small gasp fell past your lips when you felt her arousal dripping down to your stomach. The ravenette was soaked. Just the mere sight of watching your pain mix perfectly with pleasure had her own core aching. But you didn't dare touch her without permission.

You licked your lips as you imagined how hot and wet she truly was for you. How her thighs would shake if you were between them. Tasting her. Devouring every in of her while she fucked you.

"Please let me taste you, mommy... let me make you feel good. I want to lick your pussy while you fuck me with your fingers."

Joan groaned at your words. You drove her crazy. Her body surged forward with need, your eyes immediately coming face to face with her slick-covered thighs and her dripping cunt.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, the anticipation of the upcoming moments was almost more than you could bear.

But Joan just hovered. Not quite letting herself touch you and fall to your lips. And it took everything in you not to lift your head to steal a quick taste of your lover.

"Spread your legs nice and wide for me, baby. Can you do that for me? Show mommy how good you listen and I'll give you everything you want..."

As if on queue, your legs burst open, the cool air against your soaking core elicited a shiver to cover your body. You moan as Joan's hand reaches behind her to slide against your exposed thigh.

"That's my good girl.. Always so good for me."

Joan was glistening with desire, and in one swift move allowed herself to fully settle against your face. The bittersweet taste of her against your tongue drove you mad.

She was truly intoxicating, and you couldn't get enough of her. As your tongue slid along her slick folds, her fingers made contact with your own cunt. She spread your wetness from your hole to your clit, before circling your precious bud.

Your quiet moans were muffled, as her thick thighs trapped you between her legs. Her eyes found yours, not daring to tear her gaze away as she watched you eat her out.

"I've seen every view this whole wide world has to offer me..." she let out a shaky breath, "But this.. by far.. is my favorite one." Her hips jerked, taking everything in her not to ride your face. But the way you were doing so well, taking your time to explore her cunt, lapping at every possible inch of her, had her hips moving in the opposite direction as your tongue moved.

Your moans when Joan slipped two fingers inside your aching hole, sent vibrations to her clit that had the older woman making noises of her own, that were in a much lower tone than yours.

"That's it.." she moaned. "Eat my pussy. You're such a good girl. So—" another moan.. "fucking good."

Joan was pounding her fingers into you, the slapping of her palm against your cunt and the harmonic mix of your moans filled the room.

You were a quivering mess beneath her, pussy already clenching around the digits that hit your g-spot with every merciful thrust.

"So wet... and so close already. Does my sweet girl want to come already? After I've barely even fucked you?"

Your pleas were muffled as you were trapped between Joan's thighs, refusing to remove your mouth from Joan's fluttering pussy. Your jaw was hurting, but you would never stop. Not until you tasted all of her. Not until she finished.

"Come for me, baby. Come around my fingers. Make mommy proud... and come for me.." Her words alone sent you over the edge.

Your pussy clenched tightly around her fingers, as if trapping her inside you as you came with a loud muffled groan into Joan's cunt. Your legs shook as Joan's thumb rubbed your clit, only elongating your orgasm.

You were a panting mess. Joan's come coated fingers curled, making you scream out in pleasure before you finally unclenched around her, allowing her to slip from your grasp and change her position.

A whine escaped your lips at the loss of her pussy against your tongue, but the loss didn't last long, as Joan only turned around, to allow herself to lick your own clit as you ate her out at the same time.

You were a whining, shaking mess, her tongue exploring your sensitive clit with languid motions while she hummed at the taste of you.

"So...sensitive..." you whimpered between flicks of your tongue.

"Just one more for me, baby girl... just one more for mommy. You can do it, beautiful.. I know you can... one more for me.." she murmured.

You fucked Joan with your tongue, and lapping at her pussy. Her low groans and the subtle shaking of her legs alerted you of how close she was, turning your focus to her clit and sucking hard on her bundle of nerves.

Her legs clamped tighter around your head, and for a moment you could barely breathe, but you were delighted to be trapped between Joan's legs. There was no better place in the world.

"Fuck— darling, you're too good at this—" she moaned into your cunt, and your second orgasm was rapidly creeping up on you.

You lapped at Joan's cunt, savoring every drop of her release, while she fucked you with her tongue. She was skillful, demanding, knowing where to add pressure, and when to pay attention to your clit. You were a panting mess as your orgasm ripped through you, stronger than the first, and you couldn't help but scream out your lover's name.

"That's it, baby. I knew you could do it," she cooed. "Such a good girl for me.." she removed her tongue to use her fingers, rubbing your clit in circles to ride out your high for as long as possible.

"Fuck..." you panted. Joan placed wet kisses along your inner thigh, allowing her digits to gradually slow down before removing them completely.

The ravenette fell to her back next to you, her hand immediately connecting with yours as you both calmed your breathing down. You both laid there in comfortable silence, your eyelids growing heavy as you came down from your high.

Joan sat up on her elbows, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as she examined your exhausted state.

"Are you okay, sweet girl? Do you need some water?" Her thumb absentmindedly traced circles along your skin.

"Please," you lightheartedly laughed. "And maybe a bath?" You asked sweetly.

"Coming right up," she placed a gently kiss to your leg before rolling out of the bed. "Anything for you, my love." Your eyes couldn't help but fall to her backside as she walked away, admiring the round luscious curves of her ass.

"Keep staring, baby, and we'll never make it to that bath," she teased, giving you a playful smirk behind her shoulder, knowing full well that you would be watching her walk away.

God were you one lucky human.

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[xcvlil]

Not yet. Choso x reader Angst

i hope all my little choso lovers love this!!!

TW: Angst, a little bit of gore, death implied, just sadness…i apologize (not really)

muahahhagaga

You stood in the empty train station of Shibuya, holding your side tightly. You ability wasn’t working in time to help patch up the little bit of skin that was holding your insides. You kept thinking, Was this what death felt like?

Infront of you stood a tall pale man, he had a neutral look on his face as he stared at you with no remorse. You couldn’t hold in your need to fall any longer so you collapsed to the ground. Thats when you heard a voice.

“You sorcerers just dont give up do you…”.

You connected the voice to the man who was standing infront of you. As he slowly inched forward you smiled a bit at his comment. “I guess not huh..” You said, ending the sentence in a chuckle. You kept having these flashes of memories. Like your life was flashing before your eyes. You didn’t want to die yet.

“Tell me. Whats your name?” The man asked, crouching down in front of you. His presence felt like he himself was hurt, but he had no opened wounds as far as you could tell.

“F/n L/n…” You said weakly. You didn’t even have the strength to look up at the man infront of you. You didn’t even know all the features of his face. All you knew was, You didn’t want to die yet.

The man lifted your chin, staring at your hurt features. He then pushed your head aside and sighed. ”You aren’t the woman im looking for..” He said, sounding awfully disappointed.

You couldn’t pull out the strength to ask him who he was looking for, but he was leaving. Fear began to build up inside you and your breathing became quick. You didn’t want him to leave. You didn’t want to die yet.

Before you knew it you spatted out, “Wait…Please don’t go…”. The man turned around and raised an eyebrow. He was confused.

“Why shouldn’t i.”

“Because…I dont want to die alone…” You said with a trembling voice. You felt embarrassed and unsure of yourself. Why were you asking a curse to stay by your side. Was it because you were that in need of comfort and company?

Either way, when you looked over the man was sitting next to you. You were in shock, either from the blood loss or from the fact that a curse listened to you.

You felt a painful sensation. A sensation of loss and hurt. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from. You narrowed it down to the man beside you. “You lost someone special to you didn’t you.” You asked the boy, gently looking up.

The man was taken aback by your comment, but yet he still replied “Yes. I lost my brothers.” He said softly. If you judged based off his expressions, you would probably think he didn’t care. But you could feel his emotions. The anger. The sorrow. The need for revenge.

You gave him a gentle pat on the back, “Im sorry for your loss.” You said, you felt remorse for the man.

“Why are you being nice to me, im a curse, what makes you think i need your pity?” He blurted out. The question caught you so off guard that you stumbled from your knees onto your bottom. Why were you treating him nicely? Was it the fact that he could end your life at any moment? No it wasn’t that… It was…

“You don’t seem like a curse… Curses don’t feel sorrow and sadness and empathy.” You said softly. The man slowly looked over at you with a mixture of joy and confusion. He seemed happy to not be called a curse but why was he believing you.

“Oh…” He said quietly. You began to lean backwards a little, your body was slowly giving up on you. He leaned over and helped you slowly lay down.

“I’m not ready to die yet…” you said softly, catching the mans attention.

“Then don’t.” He said sternly.

“I am human, i have bo control on whether its my time or not..”

He seemed bewildered by this new realization. All the other sorcerers could heal themselves…or thats what he thought.

“L/n…Why did you want to become a sorcerer if you didn’t want to die…”

“To help those who couldn’t help themselves..” You said with a slow breath. Your chest was rising and falling heavily. You reached out for the mans hand and he allowed you to take it.

“Thank you…For being here… Stranger..” Your body was fading away. A tear fell from your eye as you felt yourself slipping into the darkness.

“Choso…My name is Choso..”

“Well then choso…I’ll tell your brothers you love them…” you managed to spit out that last sentence before completely going lino and slipping away.

You didn’t want to die yet, but you needed to.

[gojos-fr-bae]

Liar pt.5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Angsty Angst, Fluffy Fluff (tee hee), Cussing (lemme know if i missesd anything

Word Count: 977

A/N: heyy, I said i would release this ike two days ago and yet here we are. Also, this one is pretty small but I think It works, Yk? Hope you Enjoy tho! (p.s i'm workin on re-writing What lovers do so watch out for that.) This was a tad bit too happy for my liking so you best bet pt.6 is goin to be depressing as HECK.

(Requests open)

Y/N

You were sitting on your bed, looking at your son resting in his crib, deep in dreamland. You were trying so hard to force yourself to get up and face the man waiting outside the threshold of your room but you seemingly couldn’t get your legs to move no matter how hard you tried.

You knew he was outside because you could still sense his cursed energy and knew that no matter how hard you tried to hide.

You slowly trudged towards the door, shaky hand going up towards the handle, and pulling the door open.

You stepped out and turned, your gaze falling on Satoru who was sitting on the floor with his knees brought up to his chest, his hands holding them tightly.

He looks up at you, eyes widening before he quickly pushes himself to his feet. You don't miss how his body sways back and forth, stumbling slightly, but you chose to rule it off as the product of him jumping to his feet so quickly.

“Gojo…hi,” you gently breathed out.

“H-Hi, Lov- Y/N’ You don’t miss the hesitation in his voice. “Do you wanna maybe, g-go for a walk?

His head was downcast and he was only gazing up at you for a few seconds before shooting them back to the ground.

“Sure,” You responded before turning around and slowly walking down the hallway

~

You walked out into the field you spent days lying around, sitting down while leaning against the large sakura tree at its center. You watched as Satoru leaned against the tree before slumping down roughly, his eyes permanently locked on the ground.

“So, how ar-”

“Why did you leave,” his voice cracked, interrupting you mid-sentence.

“Gojo, please,”

“I’m sorry, i-i’m s-s-so, so, s-o fucking sorry I-,” he croaked, you turned to face him, noticing the tears that were steadily cascading down his face, reflecting in the moonlight. 

He was trying so, so hard to hold everything in because to him, he didn't deserve to be sad. He was the one who forced you to deal with so much shit to the extent that you no longer. In his mind, he was the most disgusting thing to have ever existed and the fact that he was feeling even remotely sad was absolutely blasphemous. 

And you could tell.

“Gojo…”

“P-please, don’t call me that.’

“Satoru,” you sighed, “You don’t have to be sorry, you did absolutely nothing wrong, it’s not your fault I left,”

“But If I was strong enough not to be sealed then this would’ve never happened-”

“Because you are human! You can’t always be perfect and that’s okay. What happened probably happened for a reason, I mean I’ve been doing pretty well and Kaito…” you stopped yourself because you weren’t ready to dive into the conversation of your son, karma’s a bitch tho so…

“You named him Kaito?!” he said with a sad but slightly excited tone.

While you were pregnant, you and Satoru had been mulling around what you would name your child.

***

“How about we make a bet,” you said softly as he snuggled his face into your neck while you laid together all snug in bed, “If it’s a boy, we HAAVE to name him Kaito.” 

“And why is that?”he chuckled before fluttering kisses against your neck, jaw and cheek.

“Because you know, the sky is blue.. Your eyes are blue.. Oh my days it would be the most adorable thing in the world Satoru pleeeaase!”

“You know, If I knew you were this obsessed with me I would’ve gotten you pregnant ages ago,”

“SATORU!”  you squeaked as he laughed at your flustered state, Gosh he loves you so much.

 ***

He couldn’t believe that you genuinely went through with naming your son Kaito considering he thought you hated his guts.

“Well, I mean, I said I would love to name him after you in some way, and your matching eyes are just the best bonus ever.

For the first time since he left for the mission, the faintest smile spread across his face for the slightest fraction of a second, and if he knew any better, he would say he actually felt happy.

“What’s he like?”

“He is the sweetest baby boy on earth,” you said, smiling at the thought of your precious angel, “He’s really shy tho so I guess he didn’t take after you much in that sense, then again he looks like an absolute carbon copy of you so you win some you lose some,”

Gojo could only imagine what the boy was like, and it pained him to no ends to know that he wasn’t there to watch the small boy go through his first two years of life but there was really nothing he could do about it.

“Satoru, he’s going to need his father as he grows up, and it's only a matter of time before he starts to wonder why he doesn’t have one. I’m not saying we should get back together,” You could literally hear his already broken heart put itself together just so it could break again, “But he’s still extremely young so it’s not too late. I have only ever wanted the best for Kaito and that includes having his father in his life, so as long as you are willing to co-parent I’m sure we could find a way to work this out.”

He for the first time since the conversation began looked deep into your eyes and could no longer hold his emotions in, a sob ripping from his chest.

“I-I wou- would like that a l-l-l-ot, please-”he said through soft sobs and sniffles, wiping his tears away as quickly as possible. 

For the first time in two years, he didn’t cry himself to sleep. He, for the first time in two years, went to sleep sober.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Yeah, wayy to happy, mentally prepare for pt.6 ( watch me say this and find that pt.6 isn't even all that😭

@porridgesblog , @giannitaa , @c0pkiller , @havens-not-here

© gojos-fr-bae

[wordsinhaled]

just dropping a handful of songs that are rotating around in my brain at all times as i'm thinking about payneland

marionette — keaton henson & julien baker

i am the master of ignoring the past i have the answer to the question that you never asked teach me the seasons and let every year be the test but ask me to dance, love, i will fold like a marionette i'm lost on you i feel my insides growing soft like fruit in the sun and wonder how long it will be till the air is afraid of my lungs when will the evening cease to cool my wearying head? teach me to write, love, and i'll write you a song for the dead i'm lost on you my god, whose love do i have to steer? oh, i might be lost on me

i wish i was the moon — neko case

chimney falls as lovers blaze i thought that i was young now i've freezing hands and bloodless veins as numb as i've become i'm so tired, i wish i was the moon tonight how will you know if you've found me at last? 'cause i'll be the one, be the one, be the one with my heart in my lap i'm so tired, i'm so tired and i wish i was the moon tonight

give out — sharon von etten

there were your eyes in the dark of the room the only ones shining the only set i had met in years i am biting my lip as confidence is speaking to me i loosen my grip from my palm put it on your knee in my way, i say you're the reason why i'll move to the city or why i'll need to leave it's not because i always hold on it might be i always hold out

two step — dave matthews band

oh, my love, i came to you with best intentions you laid down and give to me just what i'm seeking say, love, you drive me to distraction hey, my love, do you believe that we might last a thousand years or more if not for this? our flesh and blood it ties you and me right up, tie me down celebrate we will, 'cause life is short but sweet for certain you quench my heart and oh, you quench my mind

something about us — daft punk

it might not be the right time but there's something about us i want to say 'cause there's something between us anyway it might not be the right time but there's something about us i've got to do some kind of secret i will share with you i need you more than anything in my life i want you more than anything in my life i'll miss you more than anyone in my life i love you more than anyone in my life

half blind — ye vagabonds

i have fallen foul of my desire striking while the iron’s in the fire taking ever more than i require so forsaking love to be admired yet you cast your net when not one star was shining caught my eye upon your silver lining torn between resisting and resigning like a fly toward a flame inclining darling, i am not opposed to letting go this time though i fear i'll leave an eye still dangling on the line there are far worse things i could expect to leave behind and to keep my heart intact and walk about half blind

to your love — fiona apple

i would have warned you but really what's the point? caution could but rarely ever helps don't be down, my demeanor tends to disappoint tough enough even trying to be civil to myself please forgive me for my distance the pain is evident in my existence please forgive me for my distance the shame is manifest in my resistance to your love to your love, to your love my derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon around you but by the time i'm close to you i lose my desideratum, and now you so now you have it so tell me, baby, what's the word? am i your gal or should i get out of town? i just need to be reassured do you just deal it out, or can you deal with all that i lay down?

[j0hnj4ej3n]

jisung: seatmates to lovers

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: this is Jisung's part of 'nct dream as love tropes', enjoy!

“The two of you at the back!” Your teacher’s voice rang through the classroom and both Jisung and you immediately stopped your bickering. “S-sorry,” Jisung manages to mutter out before your teacher finally continues with class. You couldn’t help but chuckle once her attention wasn’t on the two of you and Jisung nudged you so you’d stop before he starts laughing too. 

Initially, Chenle was the one who used to sit with Jisung but your homeroom teacher made you switch with Chenle because they won’t stop talking. It worked at first since you and Jisung weren’t exactly friends, all you knew about the guy was his name and the fact that he was in the dance club. Jisung was shy so he took a while to warm up to you. But it helped that you were easy-going and would offer him help whenever it was needed. 

Jisung was always grateful to you though. Because on top of the dance club, he takes professional dancing classes outside of school and even after all that, loves to game till late at night and hence would constantly fall asleep in classes. But even when teachers try to call him out during class for it, Jisung knows you got his back. 

“Park Jisung!” Jisung shoots awake and stares back at the teacher, mentally still processing which class he’s in. “What’s the answer for question 5?” “Uh… oh, question 5?” You tap his knee under the table and he glances at you, you push your worksheet slowly over to his side to show him the answer before he answers. “Good… please just try to stay awake. It’s the third time I caught you this week” “Yep, sorry” Jisung would turn to mumble a soft “thank you” before he tries his best to stay awake, only to start nodding off again within minutes. 

This gratitude was largely reciprocated because you often skip lunch to do work or just take a nap. It’s not that you don’t eat well because you do. But when lunchtime comes, you’re not necessarily hungry yet and you lack the appetite to stomach a full meal. So you decided to spend your time more wisely by revising or resting and only eating after the school day ends when you would usually be able to treat yourself to a full meal. Jisung notices this pretty quickly once you two became seatmates and would casually buy snacks to share with you. Initially, you thought Jisung just enjoyed snacking, which he does. But overtime, Jisung deliberately buys two of everything he gets so you can eat more for yourself. 

The real turning point in your friendship happened when Jisung got ditched by Chenle for their malatang ‘date’. “Chenle! You promised!” “I’ll go with you tomorrow! I really want to play basketball with Mark today.” “Can’t believe you’re ditching me for basketball, that you play 7 days a week!” “Tomorrow, tomorrow. I promise!” Jisung huffs and mutters a “Forget it” before turning to you. You’re just watching them bicker while sipping on the carton of milk Jisung got you, trying not to laugh at their childish banter. “Y/n, do you like malatang?” “I’ve never tried it.” Your response causes Jisung’s eyes to widen, expressing his disbelief. “You have to! Do you want to come with me after school today?” You have nothing after school today so you agreed and Jisung cheers, rubbing it into Chenle’s face about how he has been replaced.

Jisung and you really got close after that. The two of you were really different but not in a bad way. You were interested in many similar things, like music, games and theories about the universe and the unknown. But had very diverse opinions on them. Jisung thought you were the most interesting person ever and genuinely could listen to you for days. You thought Jisung was a lot more knowledgeable than he thinks himself to be. All his opinions were backed with actual evidence, where he pulls them out from, you have no idea. You thought he was really interesting too. Moreover, the two of you share a really similar sense of humour that had you two laughing so hard, while everyone else would just wonder what exactly was so funny. 

Overtime, this becomes a tradition. Every Tuesday you and Jisung would have lunch together and more often than not, it’s malatang. Even the kind lady who tends the mala store expects you two every week now. Always greeting you two with a smile and a confirmation of “Table for two right?” before leading you into the store. 

However, you fell sick this week and you texted to tell Jisung you would probably miss school for a few days. Asking him to very kindly not fall asleep during classes and take notes for you. And also to apologise for not being able to eat malatang with him this week. Jisung can’t help but laugh in disbelief at your texts, it wasn’t even your fault that you’re sick. And to his surprise, taking notes down during classes isn’t actually that difficult. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure he does a good job for you. He worries you won’t be able to read his words, since his friends always made fun of his messy handwriting. So he tried really hard to write carefully and clearly. 

After class, Jisung still went down to the mala store to have lunch but with Chenle this time. “Oh? Table for two?” The lady asked, trying to hide the slight surprise when she saw Chenle instead of you. After picking the ingredients, Jisung and Chenle went back to the table to wait for the malatang to be served. When the kind lady came to serve the malatang, she shyly asked, “Don’t mind me being nosy… but did something happen? Where’s your girlfriend?” 

Upon hearing that, Jisung chokes on air and Chenle is full on laughing at him. “S-she’s not my girlfriend,” Jisung stutters and he knows he’s blushing because he feels like his cheeks are on fire. “His girlfriend is sick, so I had to take over~” Chenle chimes in when Jisung fails to answer the question. The kind lady nodded in understanding, trying to hold back her laughter at Jisung’s flustered state, she simply greeted them, “Enjoy your food” and walked away. 

“Stop laughing, that was so embarrassing!” Jisung whines when Chenle can’t seem to stop mocking him, his face red from laughter as tears threaten to escape. “You were so flustered, I-I can’t. Be honest, do you like her?” Jisung looks down and stays silent, busying himself with eating. “Oh my god… YOU DO DON’T YOU? YOU LIKE Y/N! I KNEW IT i-” “SHUT UP, do you need to tell the whole world?” “You have to tell her” “NO way!” “You have to” “Why?” “I’m sure she likes you too” “No she doesn’t” “No normal girl will make time to eat malatang with you every Tuesday after sitting beside you 5 days a week, even I would be too sick of you to do that” “HEY that’s mean!” 

Jisung got convinced. But he can’t bring himself to tell you face to face. “Just text her,” was Chenle’s solution. 

[5:02pm] ji: [image of malatang] 

[5:02pm] ji: ended up eating malatang with chenle 

[5:03pm] you: im craving it so badly :( 

[5:03pm] you: sorry i couldn’t go with you, hope it was still good 

[5:03pm] ji: stop apologising, just get well quickly!

[5:03pm] ji: wasn’t as fun as it usually is because chenle pisses me off

[5:04pm] you: hahah alrighty, i’ll be back soon ji 

[5:04pm] you: will have our usual malatang run next week!

[5:04pm] ji: the nice lady asked about you haha

[5:04pm] you: aw :’) really? what did she say?

[5:05pm] ji: she asked me what happened to my girlfriend…

[5:05pm] you: oh

[5:05pm] you: what did you say? 

[5:07pm] ji: i told her you’re sick 

[5:07pm] ji: so i got another friend to come today

[5:10pm] y/n is typing… 

Jisung wants to bury himself six feet under. Why did he take Chenle’s advice? He should have never done this. Jisung wants to cry, he’s about to reply that he was joking when his phone dings beside him. He has never fumbled with his phone so hard and he’s so glad he was alone in his room right now because he is so embarrassed. 

[5:10pm] you: if you want me to be your girlfriend…

[5:10pm] you: shouldn’t you at least ask me first? 

Jisung is about to die from how fast his heart is beating. He had to lightly hit his chest a few times to make sure he wasn’t just hallucinating. His cheeks ache from smiling, your reply had him stomping his feet in excitement. 

[5:12pm] ji: so get well soon, i’ll ask you properly when you’re back :) 

[im-poe-dameron]

by the blade that kills

a/n: oh i am having a blast with the @sithobiwanevent list. he is so much fun to write. it's also making me really want to begin working on my series i have stowed away for him. but for now i am hacking away at these prompts and pouring angst into the character's wounds. this one is by all means unhappy. it ends sadly, it starts sadly, and so please go into it with that in mind! again a massive thank you to @karasong who cheered me on as i wrote this!

sith!obi-wan events: a lightsaber tipping up someone's chin

summary: hidden away on a forest planet, you make a home of the place that once existed solely for you and him. but when the dark side of the force discovers where you are, he is sent to bring about his final duty.

word count: 3.3k+

pairing: sith!obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

warnings: UNHAPPY ENDING SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION, angst, so much angst it will hurt, past lovers, arguing, violence, lightsaber battles written awkwardly, the poetry of lovers to enemies, death.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

In a galaxy plagued by the dark side of the Force, the light began to slowly bleed from the very sphere it once ruled. Thus the prophecy was written. One would come forth to bring balance. Restore what was brought into chaos. Yet you never expected they would drag everything into ruin.

You knew Anakin once. Watched as he grew alongside your greatest ally and friend. A man who now walked beside him; who chose which side to assist. The betrayal felt unreal at the time; as if you were stuck in nightmare with no chance of waking up.

You never believed that the two people you trusted most would bring the galaxy they protected to its knees. This was your greatest failure; never able to save one without the other's help.

Never able to remain the Jedi Knight they made you.

The wind kicked up through the forest as a ship flew overhead. This wasn't an unusual experience. People came and went on this planet, searching for others. Hoping to find treasures not yet unearthed by those that were forced to flee. You however hid in the shadows of what once used to a home—a small sliver of paradise that you shared with him.

The lightsaber at your side bounced against your thigh as you walked, hood drawn over your face, a basket of fruit tucked under your arm. Nights were warm here. Unlike other planets you'd been to, this one felt the most like home. It reminded you of the temple you once protected, the land that you'd grown up in.

But even that was brought to ruin due to the powers of the Sith.

Sunlight began to fade below the horizon, dipping behind the trees, as you entered your home. The flames of candles would have to do for now until you managed to fix the generator a mile out. Pieces from your old ship could be enough to keep it stable for years to come, but ripping a part your only means of escape left a sour taste in your mouth.

Bounty hunters were clamoring for their shot at what Jedi survived Order 66. Which left you—for the first time—as someone's prey. It was safer to have a way off planet, but surviving had to remain your number one option.

"Night again," you muttered under your breath, crossing off a tally with a sharpened stone.

Counting them all would leave you with a headache, but still your eyes scanned your own version of a calendar. A way to keep yourself on track if the day ever came where you were needed once more. The Sith may have taken over the galaxy, but the Jedi’s beliefs still remained true in your heart.

You would not die. Not until you were able to watch them fall to their knees.

"There is no chaos, there is harmony," you sighed, shutting your eyes as images of that night began to play in your mind.

His screams, the agony that befell them both. You could feel the mark of horror carved into your still beating heart. One that once echoed for them. Whatever remained of Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi only lived within your mind. They made sure to wipe their memories from the galaxy; the tales that are only shared in whispered secrets served as warning to whoever would listen.

You dropped the stone into the pile by your front door, the shine of the moon slowly creeping forward as you prepared to eat. The meal would be a measly portion of fruit and whatever animal you found during the day. Barely enough to tide you over.

You could feel the hunger gnaw at your stomach as you sat at the table. The need for more digging its sharp talons into the flesh of your back. You swallowed the bitter flavors down with a wince, knowing that you wouldn't be finding better on a planet so barren with life. The Empire made sure to strip every home of what could be useful; stealing the riches the land had to offer for their own agenda.

"There is no passion." You sighed, shoving your seat back and wandering over to the open door. "There is serenity."

The code of the Jedi didn't mean much to the galaxy anymore. But you clutched it against your heart. Knowing that there would come a time when things were forced to shift once more and the tides of evil fell to the hands of good. You could feel it resonate deep in your stomach. The truth of what Master Yoda explained to you on your journey to the hidden depths of the galaxy.

Though the Sith ruled now...that would soon change.

One day.

A crack of wood echoed in the air, causing you to go still. You would have guessed an animal found it's way in search of something to hunt and happened across your home. It wasn't the first time this happened. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

Calling your lightsaber to your hand, you ventured down the path lined in broken stones—eyes adjusting to the darkness quicker than normal. After so long spent traversing the woods at night, you'd grown accustomed to the pitch black. At least when you were encased in it, you could hide from what predators still walked the planet's surface. Animals that might find you to be a nice meal.

You moved silently, years of training keeping you steady. It held it's advantages when the wildness of this planet didn't wish to be tamed. You couldn't fault it for accepting the true nature that lay within. After what the Empire already took, you refused to add to that tragedy.

A clearing sat in the center—a place you meditated at times when your emotions more often than not got the better of you. Preparing to flip the familiar switch of your weapon, you heard another crack.

That was not an accidental creature stepping on fallen leaves and twigs as they went.

Someone was toying with you. Purposefully making noise when they felt you were at a close enough distance.

This was someone hunting you.

"I wouldn't if I were you," you said lowly, the hum of your lightsaber reverberating in the air.

A laugh fell upon your ears. Dark, filled with a gruff nature you didn't recognize. Yet the lick of heat along your spine rang with memories that continued to skirt the edges of your mind. You knew this person. That much was clear as you stepped further into the clearing. The blue light of your blade glowing around your cloaked form.

"So strong. Even now."

You tensed, hair rising on the back of your neck. "No."

"Tell me my darling." A black cloak fluttered in the darkness, yellow eyes rimmed with red glaring at you as he practically melted from the thicket of trees. "Do you still follow their rules?"

He looked exactly the same. Yet felt entirely different.

A jagged scar ran along his right cheek, eyes overflowing with mirth that slammed into your chest. His hair was slightly longer, curling around his ears as he stood before you in obsidian robes. The lightsaber in his gloved hand remained the same. But even now you felt its power through the Force. A magnified darkness that seeped into your chest.

This was not the man you once loved all those years ago.

Not the Obi-Wan who used to promise a future of peace together; only for the darkness to rip at his soul the night Anakin turned.

"How..." you breathed, eyes wide in horror as you watched him step closer.

You longed to wake up from this dream. But the soft leather of his gloves stroking your cheek cemented the truth in your mind. This was indeed reality.

He finally found his long lost prey.

"I must admit. Master Yoda was wise to tell you to come here." He grinned—proud of the fact that he figured you out. Years of searching and he managed to connect the dots of where you settled; where you believed was the safest place in the galaxy. "Even I didn't ascertain that you would dare come back here."

"This is my home," you spit, eyes narrowed as you flinched away from his touch. "I belong here."'

He smiled. "Our home."

"Not anymore. You made your choice Obi-Wan."

His eyes darkened as you spoke his name; the sound of it so familiar from your tongue. He could recall nights he made you scream it. Days spent hidden away in this little hovel of peace you carved for yourselves. A hiding spot in the galaxy for two Jedi to fall in love; to hope for a future that would never come true.

"My choice was to protect my own," he snapped, advancing forward—the piercing echo of his lightsaber now filling the warm air.

"I was your own!"

Stepping away, you watched the crimson blade come free—covering him in a blanket of darkness you felt emanate through the Force. The strong cerulean blue signature you once twined with your own no longer existed. All you could feel when you searched for him—all that welcomed you—was the bitter twisted inky blackness that bled from his soul.

"I offered you a choice." He stood mere feet away, but you felt his touch caress your skin through the air. "I offered my hand to you."

You scoffed, biting back the tears. "That was no choice. A life of service to the Empire that destroyed what we built. I'd rather have you kill me."

His eyes flashed dangerously, lips curling into a grin that sent a thrill of fear down your spine. "I suppose it's only right my darling. After all...you deserve a Jedi's ending. A warriors death."

"Fuck you Obi-Wan," you spit out, hand gripping your lightsaber in the hopes of it stabling you. "Tell me. Does the Emperor know you're here? Does Anakin?"

"Darth Vader gave the order himself."

The title dripped with fury that could only stem from one place. A planet covered in pain that spilled into the Force. Even now you felt it leak to your heart. The grief that you could no longer handle. Anakin resided in a hell of his own making; a pit of darkness you couldn't save him from.

Yet that's not what made the bile burn the back of your throat. It was the knowledge that Obi-Wan remained with him. Forever stuck to the one place that burdened them with a path of agony.

"Maker," you gasped, forcing yourself another step back as he tried to come closer. "He's still there."

"That's none of your concern-"

"You kept him there?" you shouted, raising your saber. "In that pit!" The air burned with the anger you continued to fight back. Obi-Wan reared away from you, shock bleeding across his face as your emotions slammed into him. "I never thought you a monster Obi-Wan."

"I'd watch your tongue," he bit out, lightsaber raised as if to strike. "Don't test my patience Jedi."

The laugh that ripped from your chest held no humor. You could hear the sanity slip from your grasp as he watched you—weapon ready to retaliate if you decided to attack him. What hope you held for the man you once loved slipped from your fingers with ease.

All promise of a future gone from existence.

Sith ruled the galaxy with an iron fist. Jedi died by their hand.

What difference would bringing back Obi-Wan from the dark side make?

"I'll die anyways."

Somehow the admittance didn't scare you. The truth of what lay ahead was always something you knew in the back of your mind. He wouldn't be allowed to rest unless the ties to his old self were severed; you just so happened to be the final one.

The last unforgiving memory of the man he killed on Mustafar.

The nightmare that continued to haunt him even as he attempted to move on from it.

"I will do what I must." His voice was barely above a whisper, but you felt as if he shouted them loud enough for the entire planet to hear.

"You will try," you replied, your heart shattering at the resolute calm on his face. The final confirmation you needed in his stance.

His first blow was built on rage and he wielded it effortlessly. There was no shouting, no words offered, because below the surface of someone so cruel and lost...the last remnants of a Jedi still remained. You could see it in how he moved. Blocking his strike, you gave one of your own—the sparks of your blades igniting the air with a burnt flavor.

Years of training with him gave you the upper hand. You knew is steps before he even made them. His lightsaber curving and twisting in the air with practiced flourish. He still fought with the agility of a Jedi, yet faced you with the power and brutality of a Sith.

"You've grown." His words were a low gasp of air as you parried his hit with a twirl, shoving him back through the Force to watch him slide a foot away.

Taking your stance, you watched him circle you. The grip on your lightsaber tight enough to send pain through your knuckles. For a brief moment, you shut your eyes to the image of him and opened yourself up to the Force. It may have been a mistake, but the words of Qui-Gon still lingered in the back of your mind: mediation is a Jedi's greatest weapon.

Peace.

It's what kept you going after so long.

"The Jedi's teachings won't save you," he spoke through the Force, echoing in your mind. The heat of his lightsaber tipping up your chin nearly made you flinch.

"Not me." Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his heated gaze with a familiar fierce glare he felt in his chest.

You siphoned through each sliver of darkness that shrouded him. Pulling back the curtain that he wished to remain in tact. Until the full force of his agony slammed into you; drowning you in the emotions you had yet to see. Images of Anakin brutally dismembered formed in your mind, his screams for help, for Obi-Wan to save the boy he raised.

You searched and searched until you finally settled on the truth. You caught his glare, your expression softening under the weight of his anger.

"You chose the darkness to save him," you whispered, tears pricking your eyes and blurring your vision. "Oh, Obi-Wan-"

"Lies."

He moved too quickly for you to retaliate or block his swing. A hand gripped your throat, hauling you close as tears spilled down your cheeks. The memories he tried to hide pouring into your chest with a vengeance that broke you in two. But that isn't what made his eyes grow wide in surprise, his chest heaving and lips parted.

You smiled. Placing small slivers of hope in his heart as memories resurfaced. Moments spent here with you, hidden away from the pressures of the Jedi Order. He gasped for air, loosening his grip as he watched them unfold before him. Pages of a story he ripped to shreds the night Anakin turned.

"My love," he murmured, dropping his forehead to yours. "Please."

Cupping his cheeks, you felt your lightsaber drop to the ground. "My Obi-Wan," you sighed.

Lips brushed against yours in a kiss that seared your heart. Severing you down the middle. He caught you in his hold, slotting his mouth against yours with a ragged breath. As if he was finally coming home after so long spent apart. A breathy moan of his name was lost to his kiss, his grip tight and unforgiving. You didn't care.

This was the man who still clung to your heart even through the darkness. The one you promised to die beside.

"I love you," you gasped, feeling his teeth bite at your throat. He sighed, shaky and unsure, but when you looked into his eyes you saw the promise of what was to come. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry," he rasped, clutching your waist as he delivered the final blow.

Pain split through your body and you screamed as his blade entered your torso. You'd suffered a cut with a lightsaber before, but this felt infinitely worse. As if he was severing your very soul from the confines of your body. He cut you open with the reverence of a lover; the hope of love still faint on his lips that brushed against yours.

He held you close, throwing his weapon to the side, as you gasped for air that wouldn't come. There would never be a version of your story where he could let you live; never a time for you two to fall in love again.

The man you once held was far too lost for you to find him again. This you could accept.

This you would carry with you onto the next life.

"T-There-" you gasped, clutching his robes, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

He fell to his knees with a gut wrenching sob, his face pressed to yours as the pain began to numb in your body. The light of the Force wrapping itself around your form—offering solace after so much anguish.

This wasn't the end. You knew that.

Yet whether or not Obi-Wan Kenobi would join you one day remained a mystery.

"There is no death," he said against your cheek, the hot drip of his tears mixing with your own. "There is the Force."

A soft smile curved on your lips, your fingers brushing the scar on his cheek, as the breath began to slip from your chest. A familiar whisper of Qui-Gon's voice echoed in your ear. Beckoning you into a soft white light as Obi-Wan's cries pierced the air. His arms still wrapped tightly around yours.

You longed to comfort him, to make the promise of more. But that wasn't for you to reveal to him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your now cold chest. "My love. I'm sorry."

You stood over his hunched body, your form tinged in blue as Qui-Gon's hand lay upon your shoulder. He wouldn't be able to see you this way. Not as he remained now. Deeply entrenched in the dark side that it would be a fight to find himself again.

So you knelt beside him, lips pressed to his cheek as he finally let go of your body, laying you on the ground with the gentleness of the man from years ago. His eyes cast up to the moon that hung above him. The only light in this darkened space he once loved.

Getting to his feet, he ignited his lightsaber and walked over to the nearest tree, slicing it down with a scream that shattered the still air. You watched him drag it through the Force; pieces getting cut as he formed a familiar resting place. Though he stood before you as a Sith—Obi-Wan still echoed in his actions. Resonating in your chest through the Force.

He raised you upon the pyre, tears still falling down his cheeks, and with a cut of his lightsaber against the wood, it erupted into flames.

"A Jedi's death," he vowed, face illuminated by the glow of orange. Gathering your lightsaber, he clipped it to his side—his eyes fixed on the small house still lit with candles. He longed to see you waiting for him on the front stoop, eye alight with a welcoming smile.

"We will meet again."

This he knew to be true.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

[shadowbriar]

Sirius Black - Dare You

Pairing : (F/M) || Sirius Black x Reader Word Count : 2.7k Warning : Drowning. Sirius being an idiot. I hate him. Prompts : “I couldn’t decide whether to kiss or kick you.” || “Oh? Oh.” Notes : I don’t really like Sirius in this story, he’s borderline toxic but he’s cute in the end, so I forgive him. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Happy tears and laughter would be the two main things that filled the group of friends’ summer break. Agreeing to join the Marauders and staying over at the Potter’s summer house would be one of the best decisions she’s made in her entire life. From the moment she stepped in the place, she knew that the days spent would be one of her greatest days, and she has been proven right so far. 

Now they’re seated in a circle, cheeks rosy from gulping down the bottles of booze James was so kind to provide. Her knees were grazing with his, sending jolts of electricity through her spine. He was laughing, being the most beautiful version of himself in her eyes. She always loved to see him beaming in laughter. The way his hair would fall on his face, hiding the piercing grey eyes that would always strip her soul whenever they’re locked on hers. Sirius Black is the definition of magnificence indeed.

If she should ever point one flaw from him it would be the fact that he wasn’t hers. Sirius has always been so carefree, so nonchalant with every aspect of his life, including romance. As bitter as she should admit, there must be no girl in the castle that hasn't tasted those pink lips of his. No girl except her, of course.

“So, will tonight finally be my lucky night?” Sirius whispers to her ears “Can I finally land the chance of tasting those lips of yours?”

“Not with your alcoholic breath, you’re not.” She says, pushing him away in a friendly manner “You’ll never kiss me, Sirius.”

The boy pouts, “Why not? Everyone else would.”

Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it? Everyone would and everyone had. She wouldn’t have any problem with his past lovers. No, the problem wasn’t of his long list of ex-lovers. It was the fact that he never meant the kiss he shared with anyone. And even though she would kill to have him kiss her, knowing that she would just be another tally to his list never sits right with her. Not when she holds the purest and most loving feelings for him.

“I bet you ten galleons we’ll have our kiss before this break is over.” He continues, still having that confident smug expression on his face “I’ll get it, one way or another.”

She snorts, “I’d love to see you try.”

“Oh, I will try, alright.” He nods in determination “Wouldn’t you be so kind and give me mental support? Small kiss on my cheek, perhaps?”

“Yeah, right.”

“Sirius!” Lily exclaims, making the two turn to the red girl “Your turn.”

“Oh, Merlin.” He mutters.

“I’ve got one.” Marlene says, her mischievous expression plastered all over her face “Never have I ever fancied someone in this room. And I meant by full on whipped, down bad, would kill for that person kind of fancy.”

James groans, “Come on, now, we all know the answer to that!”

“Do we?” Mary comments, her brows furrow “Cause I don’t.”

“I don’t either.” Lily says with the same confused tone, glancing at her boyfriend with a ‘you better explain later’ look before turning back to the raven haired boy “So have you or have you never, Sirius?”

“Of course, I have.”

“No,” The girl next to him gasps, making a disbelieved look “Who?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Dove.” He winks “Right, spin the bottle again!”

She was stunned. So much secret for someone who seemed to have always been an open book for her. And what did he mean she wouldn’t have believed it? Would the person be someone she would least expect? Could it be Dorcas, though she’s been with Marlene for the longest time? Or could it be one of the Marauders? Or could it be Lily, the girl his best friend has been pining for years?

So many possibilities for such a vague answer.

“Stop staring at me.” Sirius says smugly “You’ll fall in love if you don’t.”

She rolls her eyes, “Who?”

“Not telling.”

“Oh, come on!” She whines, pulling on the sleeves of his sweater “Who is it? Who did you fancy?”

He turns to see her, smirking, “I’ll tell you if you let me kiss you.”

“No.” She frowns “Never.”

“Your lost.” He snorts, acting offended “Could’ve been the best night of our lives.”

Indeed it could’ve been the best night of their lives, well her life for sure, she wouldn’t know if it would leave any remark for him. Being friends with Sirius for years had made her certain that the boy could never hold half as deep of a devotion as hers, yet with the new half confession he made, she’s starting to question everything she knew. Who could be the lucky soul he’s hoard feelings for?

—-

The sun was shining bright, birds chirping as if they were singing a pleasant song. If she should choose one thing she loves most about the Potter’s summer house, it would be their pool and the sun loungers around it. She loves feeling the warmth of the sun while listening to the banter her friends exchange or taking a quick dip to the pool to cool herself from the heat. All and all, the time spent at the pool has always been the pleasant highlight of her day.

Until today.

Her eyes were closed, the sunglasses she’s wearing don’t seem to do much of a help to block the striking light. Her skin was getting red, slightly burnt from the sun, but she wasn’t in the mood to move from her seat. It’s not like everyday she could sunbathe like this.

“Help! Someone!” A voice yelled, making her sit straight up “Help, he’s not breathing!”

She turned to the source of voice, Peter, frantically shaking Sirius’ soaked body.

“What happened?” She asks as she gets to the two, kneeling behind Sirius’ limp body “Sirius, wake up!”

In a panic, she begins to tilt his head and perform CPR on the unconscious boy. Her body was trembling in fear, afraid of all the bad possible outcomes of such a disaster. Worry and fright pollutes her mind that she didn’t even think for a second that Sirius is a brilliant swimmer. There would be no logical way to explain how such a skilled boy could drown in a pool that’s not even as deep as his height.

She begins mouth to mouth, counting on the seconds before doing the press on his chest. She begins with a light one, afraid of giving him too much pressure. Yet before she could do a third press to his chest, the boy bursts into laughter.

“You’re tickling me.” He exclaims, now sitting up as if nothing has happened “Merlin, I should’ve done this years ago.”

She pulled away, looking appalled and baffled at the situation, “You were- I thought- What’s just happened?”

“You kissed me.”

“What?”

“I said, you kissed me.” He said with a victorious smile “Told you we’d have that kiss before the break’s over.”

She blinks, letting out a disbelieved chuckle from the stunt he’s pulled, “You’re a dickhead, Sirius.”

She stands from her spot, walking away in angry steps. How dare he trick her that way? How dare he scared her to death, only to taunt her with the kiss that he obviously had no remarks of? How dare he hurt her this way?

“Wait, Love, I’m sorry.” Sirius called, trying to catch her “Hey-”

“Is everything a joke for you?!” She snaps, turning to him with teary eyes now.

Sirius gulped, understanding that he’s taken it too far this time.

“Do you understand the horror I felt? Thinking that you really drowned? Thinking that you’re really not breathing? Do you even understand how terrifying it was, Sirius?!”

He winces, her shouting was making the others to come out of the house, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Everything’s just a joke for you, isn’t it?” She says with a quivering voice, yanking his hand away from her “Just fuck off, okay!”

The group of friends gasps. Sure she’s never been a saint but she’s never spat on anyone, not unless they were exchanging a banter. They knew that Sirius had crossed the line this time, whatever he did. Just perfect to turn their blissful getaway into a living nightmare now.

—-

She’s been staying in her room, sulking over her pathetic state. Exactly why did her heart have to choose him? Why couldn’t she just fall for a more grounded boy? One who would be more careful with her heart. One who would take care of her gently. One who would never be as careless as Sirius is.

It was never meant to be, she knew it. From the beginning she could already taste the bitter ending her infatuation would lead her. Sirius would never take her more than a friend, let alone reciprocate her feelings. He’s never wanted to be tied to someone else. He’s never wanted to settle down with someone. He’s never wanted to grow old and spend the rest of their lives together. No, that was never and would never be Sirius.

But why is it so hard for her to hate him? All the tears shed over this morning’s incident was not of her hatred for him, it was for her hatred towards herself. How could she be so foolish to still love him, even after everything? Even after every blatant evidence that he would never be the one for her?

A soft knock was made from the other side of the door. Perhaps it was Lily again, coaxing her to get out of the room and take her dinner. She hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast, after all. Yet her appetite has gone out of the window and she certainly isn’t in the mood to meet anyone tonight.

“Love?” He says softly “It’s me. Would you please open the door so we could talk?”

Her head turns, not expecting to hear his voice.

“Pease?” He begs, knocking on the door once more “It wouldn’t take much of your time, I promise.”

Sniffling, she finds her feet closer to the door. Her brain was cursing her for it, for giving in so easily after everything he’s done, but her heart could never bear the plea in his tone. He knew exactly how to crumble her fortress with just one pleading. Another thing to add on the things that make her so pathetic tonight.

“What do you want?”

Sirius’ expression softens, noticing her still wet cheeks and the heartbroken expression she has all over her face, “Can we talk?”

She didn’t say a word as she walked back inside the room, not closing the door in a gesture for him to come. He did, quietly closing the door behind him and standing a few metres away from her, not wanting to invade her sheer tolerance for him.

“I’m sorry,” He starts “For everything this morning, I’m really sorry.”

She remains quiet, watching him as she tries to decipher his words.

“I thought it was a harmless prank, I didn’t think it through, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you so obsessed with wanting to kiss me, Sirius?” She asks, her voice still barely above a whisper “Am I one of the girls in your dating conquest?”

“No, no, of course not!” He exclaims fast, taking a few steps closer to her “I have never intended for you to feel that way. You’re far from the girls I ever dated from. You’re my friend, you're worth so much more than all of them combined.”

And there it is. A friend. His friend. As much as it relieves her to know that he thinks of her preciously, the bitter truth still hurts. She knew that he only sees her as a friend, she knew these all along. Yet having the confirmation served to her face now brought a whole different level of heartache she didn’t know one could even suffer from.

“Alright.” She says with a sharp breath, trying to maintain her composure so not to crumble completely in front of him “I forgive you. Would that be all?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Sirius turns his body, walking closer to the door before shaking his head and facing her again, “No, actually that’s not all.”

She raised an eyebrow, confused by his demeanour.

“I suppose I have to tell you the real reason why I’m so desperate to kiss you.”

“Okay,” She nods lightly, still not following the direction he’s heading “I’m all ears.”

“I like you.” He blurts “I like you, I love you, I want you, I pine for you, Merlin, I’m desperate for you.”

She blinks, taken aback by his confession.

“I’m the worst at showing my true intentions, believe me the boys have scolded me for years for it but I really don’t know what to do with all these emotions. I yearn for you and it’s maddening that you’re not mine and that I couldn’t kiss you or that I couldn’t hold you anytime I want.”

She’s still mute, trying to digest each of his words.

“I’m sorry for being the pathetic loser that I am. I know that you must hate me for everything. For being this pitiful and foolish with the whole dating quest but I tried, truly I tried to wriggle myself out of these feelings and I can’t. Everytime I try my best to suppress these feelings, it would only spit on my face and amplify instead.” He confessed, looking defeated and desperate from his own torment “So I beg you, please get me out of this. Please get me out of this torture.”

“And how would I do that?”

He shrugs, shaking his head, “I don’t know. Yell at me, tell me that I’m an idiot and that you hate me for ruining our friendship. Tell me that I’m the most pathetic bloke there is and that you’ll never reciprocate my feelings. Tell me that you’ll never love me.”

“Is that truly what you want?”

“No, but there really isn’t any other way, is there?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, perhaps there is.”

Now it’s his turn to have his brows furrowed in confusion.

“The person you fancied, it was me?” She asks, trying to make sure that she wasn’t lost in translation “You fancy me?”

“Fancy is a far understating word, but yes, it was you. It’s always been you.” He reaffirms “And I never said I stopped fancying you. You’re the one who thought I no longer do.”

“Oh? Oh.”

An awkward silence fell between the two. As she tries to process his confession, Sirius is put on edge. He’s never seen her with such mannerism, so hard for him to understand what she would say next or what she’s thinking. He hoped that she would break his heart. Utter all the worst words she could probably say, he hoped that she would crush his heart to pieces, because otherwise he knew that he’ll be stuck loving the girl who doesn’t feel the same way about him.

“Is that all you could say? Oh?” He asked, still nervous of her response.

“So far, yes.”

He nods, “Right.”

“Do you really mean it?’

“Which part?”

“Every part.”

“I did.” He answers firmly, gulping “Except for the part where I wanted you to break my heart. I hope you wouldn’t, but there’s no other way for me to get out of these feelings, so if you would.”

“I wouldn’t.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, completely lost from her words now.

“Merlin, I couldn’t decide whether to kiss or kick you.” She says with a bitter chuckle, running a hand through her hair “You stress me so much, do you know that?”

“I’m sorry?” He apologises “I think?”

She rolls her eyes, coming closer to him this time and resting her hands to his chest, “You’re a pathetic loser, Sirius Black.”

He gulps, bracing himself for the heartbreak he’s about to face.

“You’re the daftest bloke in history and I hate you for confessing your feelings to me now,” She continues, glueing her eyes to his now “Because if you’ve done it earlier, you could’ve kissed and held me for years already.”

 “What-”

“Shut up and just kiss me before I get mad at you again.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

And so he leans in, finally getting the price he’s thirsted for the longest of time. She was the definition of perfection, the way her soft lips met with his. How her body’s now close to his, being held in his protective embrace just the way he’s always prayed at night. For a moment there all the years of silent pining and distressful yearns for each other doesn’t seem so bad. Never that bad when a happy ending is their reward.

[newtabfics]

Twisted. Ganondorf x Zonai Princess Fic. Chapter 4: Rightful Place

Summary: Ganondorf notices the way the princess shies away from him and enacts a plan to manipulate her. Little does he know, Zonai are much more animalistic than the stories lead him to believe. You can't fight your instinct when it comes to your mate.

Triggers for manipulation on ganondorf's part. Hypnosis/Mind Control magic. Murder. blood. But more, oh so more importantly...We do be fucking Ganondorf so like...snoo-snoo ;)

Part 1

Saying the king was surprised when his lover poked her head into the throne room was an overstatement. All the captains agreed he likely foresaw this and at their dismissal, exchanged looks as they studied the princess of Hyrule.

She bowed her head respectfully to the warriors as they left, filling them each with a sense of pride, even as their king scolded her for bowing to those with lesser power. They left knowing their soon-to-be-queen highly respected them, which was enough for them.

Ganondorf watched as she approached him, hearing the soft rumblings from her throat. He smirked when she nuzzled against him as she climbed into his lap. "You're too kind," He said sternly.

"I can't help but love on my mate." Upon his look, she blinked and pouted. "The Gerudo warriors are amazing women that I've only ever read about. And they also saved me, so I highly respect them. Not as much as you, though."

He amended as she looked away with a pout. "Very well. You are not meant to bow your head though to any other. Only me." He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Am I understood?"

His magic began to seep into her nostril almost, infecting the unaware princess as her pupils dilated with arousal.

"Ganondorf," She whined, pressing against him, nuzzling into his chest. "Mate, please."

He opted in this moment to show mercy, for once, as he pulled her tight against him. He smirked as she grinded down against his hardening length.

Y/N blushed as she bit her lip when he coaxed her to her knees. Being on the receiving end was always rather terrifying, she realized as he really took in the size of his length.

"Is something wrong, princess?" He asked.

"The fact that this can fit inside my body," She said simply as she looked up at him. "I really was made for you."

The king watched with sadistic pleasure as she struggled to take him into his mouth, only able to really wrap her lips around the head of his length. Her inexperience only added to his sadism. She struggled as she stroked his length with her hand whilst sucking carefully at the head. He could see her frustration as she struggled to focus on the task at hand, looking up at him adoringly.

Ganondorf smirked when she pulled away, licking timidly at the tip before he gripped at her hair. "You cannot handle this between your lips?' He taunted as he slapped the fat head against her lips. Her whimper made him throb as he smeared his precome against her lips. "Your mouth is a pathetic substitute for your cunt."

Y/N's cheeks flushed as she stuck her tongue out for him, letting him slap his cock against it as she whimpered. She gasped when she was suddenly lifted and stripped, pulled into his lap with her back against his chest. His hands quickly gripped her hips, making her whine helplessly as she was so close to having that monster between her legs again.

He watched her whine and beg like a whore, eying her body hungrily. His cock throbbed when her hands wrapped around the length that poked out from between her thighs and smirked when she pressed them together. He relished in the soft warmth that was her thighs and hands rubbing against his cock needily. He relished in the way she let her head fall back against his shoulder and whimpered his name. He relished in her words, "Please, my king. Please make love to your devout mate."

Her wish was granted when he lifted her and sunk her down his length. Her moan was a blissful wail in the throne room. Slowly, her hips began to move on their own and the king sat back for the show.

Y/N's hands gripped the armrests for support as she planted her feet against the step of the throne before she began to grind her body down against him. She shivered at his soft sigh of pleasure as she began to ride along his length, biting her lip and shivering as her eyes focused on the open doorway aiming to the city.

At any moment, someone could walk in and see the princess of Hyrule bare and riding her king. Any moment, he could pump her full of seed right as someone walks in to see their benevolent king.

Somehow it thrilled her more as she whimpered and moaned softly, riding harder. His hand reached up and gripped her hair, provoking her Zonai instinct as she snarled and slammed her hips down.

Ganondorf grunted at that, smirking as he watched her writhe and ride him harder. "Look at you," He rumbled softly, keeping a firm grip on her hair. "This is your place. On my lap, writhing and moaning. At this rate, with how often you spread your legs for me, you'll surely swell with my child." He smirked when her walls tightened around him. "This is your throne."

Y/N's eyes practically rolled back when he suddenly moved, spreading her open so her legs were hooked over his elbows, hands gripping firmly at her ass. The position made her whine as she was lifted up his body before being thrust into.

She could only take his assault, his cock burying deep inside her as he kept his thrusts steady inside her. She choked out his name in garbled noises as she whined and moaned. The princess was little more than an animal when he pumped into her.

He smirked, whispering in her ear, "Touch your clit, your highness," as his magic took hold of her again. The way her eyes flickered made him snarl in victory. She was fully aware of what he was doing to her, he'd realized. And she was in love with it as her fingers nimbly began to rub in time with his thrusts. "That's it. Surrender to my cock, little whore. You're my whore. Mine."

"Y-Yours! Yours, yours, yours, yours!" She chanted as she began to orgasm hard, thighs trembling as she began to squirt over the fine rugs of the throne room. Y/N could do nothing but take his thrusts as he buried himself into her, sliding his hands against the back of her neck.

Ganondorf grunted as he kept her against his hips, buried balls deep as he breached her womb with his seed. Her animalistic grunt and moan and his deep groan echoed in the room.

Y/N panted softly, her eyes slowly blinking as she watched his come begin to leak from her abuse folds as she watched the throbbing vein of his cock barely peeking out before he suddenly lifted her. Her whine of disappointment slid out as she was left empty, his seed spilling onto his lap slowly.

The Gerudo adjusted carefully and held her to him. He barely glanced at her clothing as he fixed his own, carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down, smirking when he saw the deep red marks on her thighs from where he gripped. 

He'd seared her with his magic, it seemed. 

With a wave of his hand, he watched them vanish. She wouldn't bear his mark just yet, he decided.

"You're to stay here," He said firmly, cupping her face. He watched her cheeks flush as she moved to cover herself. "You'll win your clothing back when you listen."

"Rude," She muttered with a cute pout. He smirked at that. "Ganondorf…"

He raised an eyebrow, watching her hesitate to speak before looking away. "Speak, Y/N."

"Do you want me by your side?" She asked suddenly. He studied her, almost laughing inwardly as he realized her meaning. "I know this Zonai stuff suddenly fell in your lap so–"

"Y/N," He said, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. "I just buried myself so far into you I may have destroyed any chance you have of being satisfied by anything other than my cock. I don't just fuck vai left and right. You are my prize."

Y/N's heart skipped as she nodded, pressing her thighs together. She felt the magic seep into her again and sighed happily as she let him take control.

"Stay in this room until I return," He'd commanded.

"Yes, my mate," She said breathlessly.

She had no clue how she waited so patiently. Day turned to night and back to day thrice before a shudder coursed through her body. It was almost as though something was awakening in her as she hurried out to the balcony. She didn't care if someone saw her bare frame.

How could she, when the sky turned blood red.

--

Finale

[artiststarme]

Sunflowers

You know, it's kind of concerning that it's easier for me to write angst and heartache than it is to write happy fluff. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Thank you to @doubleb11, @nburkhardt, and @carlyv for the prompt ideas!

~*~*~*~

Eddie was in over his head. He’d dreamed of dating Steve, of taking him out on dates and being the perfect boyfriend. The problem was, he was all talk. He had no experience with dating and Steve was blowing him out of the water. 

Because Steve was the perfect boyfriend and Eddie didn’t know how to handle it. With every whispered flirt or door held open or any other small act of chivalry, all Eddie could do was blush a deep scarlet and pull a chunk of hair in front of his face. Last week, Eddie had choked on his beer because Steve told him he looked handsome under the starlight. Two days ago, Steve came to his set at The Hideout and gave him a thumbs up which caused Eddie to very nearly mess up his lines and fall off the stage. And when Steve picked him up today, he brought both he and Wayne homemade breakfast sandwiches and a thermos of coffee. 

How the hell was this guy so good at being a good boyfriend?! Literally, they’re sitting at a picnic at that very moment in a valley in the woods, surrounded by sunflowers, and Steve kept flustering him. Eddie’s face was going to be stained permanently red if he kept blushing like this. 

“You look really cute today. I love your Metal guy shirt, it really brings out the softness of your hair.”

Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Steve wasn’t even trying and Eddie could feel his face heating up just from the small comment. He had to one up this guy and fast.  

“Um, first of all, it’s Metallica. I know you can read that from there. Also, I don’t know why my hair looks soft. I used the same two-in-one I always do.”

Steve’s face does something complicated, a mix between scandal and constipation. Eddie could tell he was holding himself back from saying something. Oh shit, he said the wrong thing. Flirt Eddie, flirt!

“You look really hot with the sun hitting you like that. And the yellow flowers remind me of your sweater at Lover’s Lake. Very hot. I’m literally sweltering just thinking about it.”

Steve blushed and looked up at Eddie through his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah! 

Eddie had his opportunity. When Steve blushed down to his neck and looked down at the ground with a soft smile on his face, Eddie plucked the nearest sunflower to them and moved to kneel on one knee in front of him. 

“Stevie, my baby, my love, the paladin of my dreams. Would you do me the sacred honor of accepting this sunflower that displays the affections I hold for you?” Eddie waited with bated breath. They’d only been officially dating for like a month and this was essentially a half-assed proposal. Nice going you dipshit, you’re going to scare him off-

Steve’s shy smile turned into a beaming grin and he yanked Eddie into a bruising kiss. “I’d love to, Eddie! Give me the flower. Did you know sunflowers are my favorite?”

Eddie smiled as he tucked the flower behind Steve’s left ear, brushing his fingers against his cheek as he did. “Of course I did, sweetheart. They’re sunny just like you. And might I say, you look beautiful.”

Steve couldn’t do much in the face of his compliment but smile adoringly and pull him in for another kiss. 

Eddie might not believe himself to be a good boyfriend because he would never be able to match Steve’s flawless charms. However, Steve couldn’t imagine how he got so lucky as to have such a pretty and kind metalhead boyfriend that gave him his favorite flowers and called him beautiful. Eddie was the smoothest person there was and he could never measure up to it. They might both question how much they deserved each other but they had a lifetime to prove it.

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

Acting Out - Kakashi

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, smut, roleplaying, fluff, lots of kisses

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: Will add a pic later it's late and a bitch is tired ✌🏽💕

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Kakashi had begged you to. And you were too in love to deny him.

“Kiyoko!” Kakashi called out to you as you ran into the street. 

You stopped, dramatically stopping in the front of a food cart. You turned back to Kakashi.

“What?” You cried hysterically. “I never wanna see you again!”

“Please, Kiyoko!” Kakashi said. “Just let me explain!”

He took you by the wrist and led you away from the gathering crowd of murmuring spectators into an abandoned alley.

“There was never anyone else …” he said, caressing your face. “Just you.”

You looked deep into his eyes. “How do I know?”

“Because I’m saying it,” Kakashi said. “I’d cross oceans just to tell you you’re the one.”

… You chuckled.

Kakashi blanched. “(Y/n), don’t laugh! We’ve gotta do this by the book! Literally!”

“Kakashi, can’t I just —?”

“No!” He waved his hands. “It’s got to be exactly like the scene, remember?” His eyes sparkled. “Do we need to go over the scene again?”

“Oh, noo,” You said, hands resting on his chest. “You don’t have to. Five times was enough.”

You were good, letting the rest of the scene play out. In Icha Icha, Kiyoko’s duplicitous but charming lover led her home to elucidate the series of miscommunications that took up arguably two-thirds of the novel. All of this culminating in the novel’s most famous sex scene. 

You glanced around as Kakashi led you to his front door. It’s just a shame he lacked the abilities of a god (though he made up for that in other ways wink-wink) to make it rain. Then, the scene would be perfect. 

“I want to believe you,” You said, theatrically traumatized by the drama. “Moreover, I want to forgive you! But …”

“Shush …” Kakashi’s finger pressed to your lips. “Make up your mind in the morning, once I’ve told all my apologies to your body.”

Maybe you were a good actress; you used all the power in the world to resist a giggle. Kakashi took your hand in his and opened the front door with his other. It was nice to see him like this, so dedicated, so into it. 

“Oh, Kaza …” You moaned as he led you through the hallway. Kakashi stopped and you took it as your cue to begin begging for him. “I —”

Kakashi turned around, dragged down his mask, and covered your lips with his. 

“Mm!” Your eyes fluttered, surprised as he pressed you against the hallway wall. You gripped his shoulders, obediently falling into how his lips devoured you. 

He broke away to give you a hard stare. “No. Tell me with your body.”

You swallowed in a dry mouth. His delivery in that tone went straight to your pussy. You pulled Kakashi into another kiss, overcompensating for the seconds he didn’t return it with a revived vigor. You opened his flak jacket as his hands explored your sides. You wrapped arms around him, giving him incentive to lift you off your feet and carry you to the bedroom.

Kakashi broke the kiss only to close the bedroom door and, once closed, he spun you, pressed you into it to steal another kiss. For the first time, you came to resent the roleplay; what you wouldn’t give to lower to your knees and free his cock, take him in your mouth right now while you fingered your clit to the sound of his pants. But there was no oral until way into the scene. It was going to be a long night.

“I want your sighs,” he said while breathing hot kisses into your neck, palming at your breasts. “Your admissions of love, your endless cries — I want it all.”

“Aah …” You bit into your lower lip as Kakashi placed kisses over your cleavage. 

With hands on your hips, Kakashi maneuvered you again to the bed. He growled when your hand found his clothed erection and ground into you as a response.

“In the scene, they were both naked,” he hastened. “But I think you’ll forgive me if we just — hah — skip to the chase.”

“Yes.” You sighed as Kakashi cajoled your legs apart. “Totally forgiven.”

Kakashi worked your panties to your knees. You lost hands in his hair as he pulled them from the hook of your ankles, leaving spontaneous kisses on your heated skin. He loomed over you. You glanced down to see the pink flash of his cockhead as he freed himself from his pants. 

He held himself at your entrance, pushing in by the head — only to abandon it and grind his shaft on your glistening lips. You whined, resisting the urge to cry out for Kakashi as opposed to the character he now embodied.

“Normally, I’d keep going, but Kaza’s his own man,” Kakashi said, seemingly delaying the inevitable with his fucking grinding. “I’d like to save that for later. I don’t want to have you pretending to be anyone but me. Even if he is imaginary.” He met your eye. “I’d rather have you as me first.”  

“Kakashi …” You stared, surprised at him.

He smiled. “Sorry, is that too much?”

No, if anything it’s not enough.

You shook your head.

“Good, so we’re square.”

And he slid his cock into you. You gasped, caught by surprise. Kakashi leaned over you, one hand over your head while the other hooked into the crook of your hip and aided in his first thrust —

“Kakashi!” 

“Good,” he said in mid-thrust. “Now, you’ve got the hang of it — nng!” His brows drew together as you purposefully clenched around him. 

“You can be such a prick sometimes.” You wrapped legs around him. He apologized with a set of stronger thrusts, the bed creaking in response to him along with your weak whimpering. “Kakashi, fuck …”

His hand abandoned your hip to sneak in between your bodies to find your clit, the fabric of his gloves delightfully scratching at the sensitive skin of the nub. 

You drew in a sharp breath at the combined stimuli. You cupped his face, forced him into another kiss. 

“You’re —” Kakashi’s voice caught in his throat. “So — So good around me, ga —!” 

He snapped his hips into you, falling victim to your voluntary clenching; you were struck with a desire to see him come, watch his face as it washed over him. 

“Kakashi, I want you to —!”

“We’ve got all night.” He managed to wink at you.

The tightening in your abdomen became too much to bear. “No,” You rasped. “I don’t think we do …!”

You felt the snap of your climax. This time, none of your clenches were voluntary. Your head fell back, Kakashi’s head falling into the crook of your throat as he followed you. His cockhead kissed your cervix and a warmth filled you. You thought of his milky spent filling you and nibbled into Kakashi’s lips as he lifted his head to kiss you. Still, Kakashi’s manipulation of your clit did not stop, and you arched in and out of his touch. 

Finally, he ceased the overstimulation, rocking a few more thrusts before pulling out.

“Okay,” Kakashi said after a long recess, “this will go on the list of things to do more often.”

“What?” You turned to him, inclined forward as he cupped your chin. “The roleplay or the orgasms?”

“Yes.”

“Well …” Your head swam; your orgasm still purring from within. “The night is still young.”

“I thought we didn’t have all night?”

“I was being cheeky.”

Kakashi gave you a once-over. “Apparently so.”

You made to whack him, but he only caught your hand in his and placed a kiss on your wrist.

[skullverse]

➼ from the start ⋆ ★

vernon chwe x female reader---

young love was never easy, and you had your own sour tasting of it. when your childhood best friend, vernon, falls deeply in love with someone else, you wonder if you’d ever get a chance again. to be fair, you’ve been there: from the start.

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, angst (kinda)

word count: 1.7k

first ever post woah. this is a short work based on laufey's 'from the start' but with a happy ending bc i'm a hopeless romantic. enjoy (or don’t idc)

i stirred my watered down iced latte, head in my hand, listening to vernon talk. i had grown tired of listening to him harp on about some ‘soulmate’ he met at the library a few weeks ago. “she’s so perfect!” “blah blah blah,” was all i could hear. i’ve known vernon for as long as i can remember. seeing him this knee deep in love was something new to me. though, the thing that was harder to accept is the fact that he never noticed the little things anymore. how i get quiet when there’s no one else around, how every small act he does makes my cheeks flush pink. when he looks at me with his stupid brown eyes, his gaze reminds me of how he doesn’t feel the same. 

“y/n? y/n~ hello? earth to y/n..” vernon said, waving his hand in my face. i snapped my gaze up, looking at him.

“huh? yeah, she’s cool, or that sucks,” i mumbled, i had no clue what he just said. vernon sighed and wiped his hands on his pants, defeated.

“you’re not listening,” he said sadly.

“well how could i listen? what do you want me to tell you ‘she sounds so dreamy, you’re lucky!’?” i replied. how could i just sit here, listening to the guy i like most talking about another girl? “i just got a little bored of listening.”

“well, could you at least try helping me talk to her?” he asked. i squinted at him. “please y/n,” he pleaded.

“okay, fine,” i said, “but what’s in it for me?”

“er, whatever you want?”

------

i walked into the library hallway, around the same time vernon had gone and met the girl. he gave me a brief description outside. before heading in, we stood around like creeps waiting to see if vernon’s mystery girl walked in. i was talking about my horrible psychology project when vernon suddenly shushed me and hit my arm repeatedly.

“shhh, look! that’s her!” he said in a whisper-yell. i had to admit, she was very pretty. it drove me a bit insane.

“alright, i’ll see what i can do,” i said. no turning back now.

i walked into the huge library, books lining every corner. the big skylight brought in rays of sunlight in every inch of the room. i looked around, trying to spot vernon’s soulmate. after wandering a bit, i saw her in the far corner looking at the rentable cds. 

“can’t believe i’m doing this,” i grumbled, before walking into the music section. i snuck a peek at her, trying to think of something to start my creepy conversation. i noticed she was wearing a pretty lace top, a perfect contender. 

“hi!” i said in a hushed tone, “oh my god i love your top, where’d you get it?” i asked.

her short black hair moved so gracefully as she turned to look at me. she gave me a warm smile before answering.

“aw thanks! i think it’s from a website called cider,” she told me. she was holding a cd: a soundtrack to one of my favorite games.

“is that the persona 5 soundtrack? i love that game!” i said, trying to get more of a conversation. 

“it is! you know that game? it’s one of my favorites,” she said shyly. i excitedly nodded yes. maybe she wasn’t that bad of a person. we stood there talking about our shared love for the game, and found out we actually had a lot in common.

“what’s your name? i think you’re cool!” she asked.

“i’m y/n, you?” i replied.

“i’m scarlett, y’know could i get your number? i’d love to get to know you more!” she asked me.

“score.” i thought to myself. who knew it’d be this easy?

“yeah of course! would you wanna walk to my class together? i left my bag there, maybe we could grab a coffee?” i suggested.

“i’d love that!”

we chatted on our way out of the library. i suddenly remembered that i left vernon waiting for me outside before i entered. i wondered, was he still there?

my questions were answered as i spotted a very impatient vernon standing against the wall. i told my new friend if she could give me a moment.

“wow, woah.” was all vernon said seeing me manage to befriend his crush. “any information?” he whispered.

“better. her number,” i whispered. “now see ya vernon!” i called behind me while waving.

“sorry,” i told scarlett, she seemed like she was in awe.

“woah, who was he?” she asked shyly.

“oh, just my friend vernon, why?” i asked. i took one look at her expression and instantly knew the answer. “oh my god you think he’s cute.”

“well! just a little..” she defended herself, “okay, maybe..”

i smiled and laughed in a form of excitement. vernon would faint if he heard about this. “i’ll set you guys up!”

—two weeks later; y/n’s house.

i had gotten home about an hour ago, planning to work on my project. but all i could think about was how vernon and scarlett liked each other. my head spun as i laid in bed, my blanket covering me entirely. i looked out my window, staring into the blue. what was i to do? two weeks had passed since i set scarlett and vernon up, and they were perfect. they instantly clicked like missing puzzle pieces. the guy i’ve fallen in love with now had the perfect chance of getting a girlfriend. whilst i had to play matchmaker. 

i hadn’t even realized it, but i was crying. tears stung my eyes, my makeup running. it was terrifying. love was truly driving me insane. 

as if my mind was read, my phone chimed, a text. i sighed, grabbing it and turning it over. my eyes took a second to adjust to the bright screen, but i soon saw the two unread texts. it was vernon. ‘hey where r u? thought we agreed to meet up at my place at 5.’ the latest one read: ‘im coming over’. i quickly got up, struggling to keep my balance. i got a look of myself in the mirror, seeing my ruined makeup. i cursed under my breath, taking some makeup remover to wipe up the mess. my eyes were a bit red and puffy, but i doubted that vernon would notice. 

i heard three short knocks at my door. my heart was practically beating out of my chest due to my nerves. the last person i wanted to see was vernon. i slowly made my way over to the door, looking into the peephole. sure enough, there stood vernon, with his hands in his pockets. his fluffy brown hair was messed up. i took a deep breath and opened the door.

“hey,” i said quietly, not daring to look into his eyes.

“yo what happened? you could’ve just called off the plans-hey. y/n, look at me,” he said, suddenly grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.

his hand fell to his side when he saw my face. red, puffy, horrified.

“are you okay?” he asked cautiously. he made his way in, closing the door behind him.

“i’m fine, what’re you talking about?” 

“no you’re not, you’ve clearly been crying. i can tell because-”

i quickly cut him off, “okay, so what? why do you suddenly care? shouldn’t you be hanging out with scarlett and making her your girlfriend?” i spat out.

“what? can i not worry about my friend?” he said, hurt. 

“vernon, that’s the problem. you haven’t been worrying about your friend,” the word ‘friend’ hurt to say, knowing that it was all he saw me as. “it’s just..you’ve been so focused on scarlett. ever since that day at the cafe, i just saw you change. hell, she was all you talked about until you found out that i set you two up! it’s like you forgot about my entire existence and replaced me. it hurts vernon, it hurts a lot.” i muttered. 

vernon was about to say something, but i managed to cut him off, “it hurts seeing you fall in love with someone knowing that i’ve had the biggest crush on you from the start,” i blurted. i gasped and covered my mouth, instantly regretting my last words. i could feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

as i started to cry, vernon grabbed my arms and held me close to him. though i couldn’t see his face, i knew he’d have a shocked expression. we stood, hugging, embracing each other’s warmth. i sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing. i felt his chin at the top of my head, resting.

“i just wish you had told me sooner y/n,” vernon finally spoke up, breaking our hug.

“am i too late?” i replied, looking down. 

“nope, i’d say you’re right on time,” he said, smiling. “i had to get this off my chest sooner or later, i’ve felt the exact same. you just beat me to it. the only reason why i ‘liked’ scarlett was because i thought you wouldn’t see me as more than a friend,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

i couldn’t help but let out a laugh, i couldn’t believe it. i wiped my tears with my sleeve, looking up at him. “did your forcing work?” i asked.

“i can’t just get rid of my feelings for you that easily. hell, just thinking of you, i knew i’ve loved you from the beginning,” he shyly admitted. 

“i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said,” i said laughing. 

he sat me down on my couch, wiping the remaining tears off of my face. i felt my face burn up, realizing how close we were. his fingers grazed my cheek, slowly trailing down to my lips. he paused, hesitating. 

“can i beat you to it this time?” he asked, breaking the silence.

i laughed, “go right ahead.”

he smiled fondly, leaning in and closing the small gap between us. he kissed me slowly, holding my chin up slightly. my hands interlaced with his soft hair, deepening the kiss. we eventually broke apart, for the sake of our lungs. i looked up at him, smiling like a loon. he held my hands, peppering kisses on my fingers. 

“i’ve loved you y/n. from the start.”

----end.

skullverse 01.

[thearoaceshark]

Remember the polyamorous ship we created out of nowhere in the group a month ago? Well, here are more Incorrect Quotes about them!

Usagi: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Leona: I wrote you a poem.

Usagi, already crying: You did?

~■☆■~

Lotus: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Casey: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Usagi: Stop.

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Leona: I think I'm falling for you.

Usagi: Then get up.

~■☆■~

Leona: Are you ready to commit?

Casey: Like, a crime or a relationship?

~■☆■~

Leona: Do you want to know your gay name?

April: My... my gay name?

Leona: Yeah, it's your first name-

April: Haha. Very funny Leona-

Leona: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

April: Oh- oh my god.

~■☆■~

Leona: Can you cut me some slack, Lotus? I’m sort of in love.

Lotus: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Leona: I’m in love with you.

Lotus: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

~■☆■~

Leona: I have feelings for you.

Usagi: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

~■☆■~

Leona: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Usagi!

Usagi: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

~■☆■~

Casey: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Usagi: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

~■☆■~

Lotus: We have fun, don’t we, Usagi?

Usagi: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

~■☆■~

Lotus: How do I make a date really romantic?

Casey: Be mysterious.

Lotus: Okay!

*later, while on a date with April*

Apeil: So where are we going?

Lotus: None of your fucking business.

~■☆■~

Lotus: So, I heard you like bad girls… I time travel in Animal Crossing.

~■☆■~

Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests?

Lotus: Death penalty.

Casey, from the gallery: Lotus, it’s just a parking ticket.

Lotus, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.

~■☆■~

Usagi: Come on, Lotus. Nobody actually believes that April is in love with me.

Lotus, to the rest of them: Raise your hand if you think that Apeil is helplessly in love with Usagi.

*Everyone raises their hand*

Usagi: April, put your damn hand down.

~■☆■~

Leona to Lotus: First rule of battle, little big one... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Casey, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

April: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.