#sugar stars

[gummi-stims]

How about a hamtaro stimboard babe?

You know what I'm into haha, of course!

@oleanderunderground

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[stimkids]

x - x | x - x | x - x | x - x

[boyslushie]

I FORGOT TO POST HIM HERE EVER. MY STAR BOY.

[lunarberrystims]

🌠🌟Blue Star Stimboard🌠🌟

[gaoau]

Let's meet where life is worth living for

Sugar Stars warnings — none. word count — 1.0k

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Silence lasts in a comfortable atmosphere embracing them both. Every word to come out of Kino's mouth shatters each of her braincells at any given chance—he's better when he's quiet, she thinks. He agrees he likes [Name] better when she shuts up because he simply cannot comprehend more than twenty per cent of her scientific mumbo jumbo. Silence is always pleasant, that specific moment when they can appreciate the rustling of the leaves and the singing of the crickets. Existing and living right now; doing it for absolutely nothing at all. At the end of the day, the human world is truly beautiful in its most simple of aspects.

"Look, a shooting star!" Kino immediately springs up, his arm stretched out towards the faded light painting a streak of hope in the night sky. [Name] holds back a startled hiss. "Make a wish, Ms. Scientist." He shows off his fangs in a childlike grin.

She scoffs at his excitement, "I wouldn't recommend wishing upon a star, Kino-san. Once that meteor burns up, so will your wish."

He's reminded why he much prefers her when she's quiet. "You're no fun…" he sighs with a dramatic pout curling his lips. So childish.

"Alright, make as many wishes as you want to all the millions of shooting stars you're not seeing." With a wave of her hand and whispered foreign chants, Kino briefly catches sight of things he wouldn't normally perceive. The sky lights up with thousands of disintegrating meteors. It's only for a fleeting second and it's beautifully enchanting. "You'll surely believe me if I tell you all those tiny meteors together can sum up to one wish, correct?"

The cackle that slips from the back of his throat is far too genuine to attempt to hold back. "I will when you put it like that. You sure talk subjectively pretty for an objective scientist."

"You once told me you like stars, didn't you?" She chooses to ignore his comment.

He giggles, "I still do."

"You're just like them."

"…Here we go."

"You already know every component in your body comes from the stars." She cannot expand into the depths of her thoughts knowing Kino will only fail to understand them. Stars are the source of ashes, the root of all beauty in outer space. There's as much guidance in the stars as there is after a fire has died. Kino does not care—all he sees are lights from the bottom of a rotting land. "You're who you are because you build it and keep it together with your own ideals, just like stars are held together by their own gravity."

"You're annoying."

"I insist. It's impressive how stars are spoken about as though they were alive." Her eyes are narrowed when they stab right through his. "Well," she chuckles, "if you were to put too much thought into it, it's exactly what I've been doing all this time to refer to you, Kino-san."

[Name]'s mocking him with concepts he can't completely wrap his head around. "You dare make fun of my existence, witch?"

She rises to her feet in a successful escape from his swinging fist. He doesn't mind craning his neck to stare up at her when there are remnants of laughter on both of their tongues. "I haven't come to hand you the answers to your questions. I only know for a fact that it's okay for you to be here." As she meets his crimson gaze reflecting red supergiants, an objective smile settles on her lips.

No creature has lived without wishes. Kino hopes to leave it up to burning rocks falling into the atmosphere. He knows—with [Name] standing beside him admiring the same sky—that it's all a matter of chances and rolling the die. The stars sparkle so enchantingly to the point they seem unreal and unattainable. His face twists. [Name]'s exhausted sigh pierces into his ears. "Now what?" He notices the bags underneath her eyes for the first time in the night. She's at his every beck and call. "Is your existential crisis not over yet, Your Highness?"

He cannot retort. "Yui is a human," he states. [Name] physically fights the urge to spit a snarky remark. "Even if she's choosing to live for me now, she'll eventually die. Then I'll have to find another reason to live."

She hums, "Tragic. What about Yuuri-san?"

"He lives off of guilt for me. I allow it, but I don't want it."

"My, royalty sure is difficult to satisfy."

Kino clenches his fists to prevent himself from stabbing his arm right through her chest. "What's your reason to live, then, Ms. Scientist?"

"I wonder…" A pop echoes from her neck when she stares straight up at the brightest star. Her eyes dart around to name each dying light off the accuracy in her mind. They die but they were never alive in the first place. "…Understanding."

"In general?"

"Perhaps. But you in particular, Kino-san." She refuses to look down at him as she speaks, "What you are and what you're made of. I have yet to reach any conclusions after all these centuries."

"That means at least you'll stay with me for a while. Ah, I sure am glad."

"What's a king without his advisor?"

Their eyes meet with resolution. They wear mirroring smiles neither of them acknowledge. It's not friendship, after all. It's convenience. She's useful and he's easy to analyze. Advisor and test subject. But it is not friendship.

"Well, I'll be returning to my research now. You should go back as well; Eve must be getting worried." What does she know about human emotions? "I shall visit Rotigenberg once again to formally meet the princess."

"She'll be waiting." He won't.

"Until then."

Her body tears itself apart and deconstructs into the simplest of atoms to travel through her own magic back to her home. The same atoms existing in him and in the stars and he still doesn't care about her views on shooting stars. He used her for what he needed—wanted—to solve, because it's not friendship. So why did she leave behind an artificial star to comfort him? Worst of all is that he does find comfort in its brightness.

—あごす (agosu) • (2016) 2021

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[honehonn3honey]

Birthday boy 🎂

[heartnosekid]

sugar cookie beetle plushies | friskwolfiecustoms on ig

[daze4all]

7 Days Week HSR Sugar Daddies Series Part 2 In Progress Imagine Drabbles

Fake Fiance! Sunday, Artist! Argenti. , Childhood Friend! Jing Yuan

Previously Part 1 Monday- Hot Teacher! Ratio, Sugar Daddy! Aventurine, Yandere! Blade

Part 3 Pending: Dan Heng, Loucha, Boothill

Sneak Peak Snippets

Thursday-Tricked! Dan Heng x Maid : Prank Call Gone Wrong (TBA)

Friday- Fake Fiance! Sunday x Reader

Saturday- Artist Argenti x Muse! Reader

Sunday- Sugar daddy/childhood friend! Jing Yuan

Reader hired as a :

Friday- Sunday x Fake! Fiance! Reader - Thank God It’s Friday  (TGIF also just thought funny not make him Sunday)

Yandere! Sunday especially likes adorning you himself carefully selecting what jewelry and outfit he thinks you look best in. No matter the cost having expensive elegant tastes.

You are on his arm as his partner to important family functions so that no one else tries to wrest control from him by foisting an unwanted engagement

“You do a bit too much as fake fiancé” you once teased remembering him this was just a job contract.

“For it to believable. The family must believe I fell heads over heels to bring in an outsider” Yandere! Sunday smoothly explains dabbing your mouth with a napkin and leaning close to whisper in turn in your ear.

Fake! Fiancé! Sunday was kind and polite always a gentleman but that kindness only masked his sadistic side that he let loose around you .

Yandere! Sunday worshiped you in bed and expected you to obey and worship him in turn.

“Forget the rest and stay with me in this dream” A kiss to your hand charming you with his gentlemanly act as Yandere! Sunday’s golden eyes stared at you pleading. The insinuation was heavy so you would be at his mercy alone.

“Don’t worry.  No matter how much you are sullied I will still take you. I’ll always forgive you darling”  Yandere! Fiance! Sunday would coo and promise stroking your hair.

Saturday – Argenti – Artist! Argenti  x Muse!/Model! Reader

Paint me like One of your French Girls

How You Met: A Muse for Artist Argenti

Daily Life as a Couple

Boyfriend! Argenti likes to take you shopping design you up and pampering you with makeup. applying the make up.

 “For whenever you smile you bloom like a rose” he promised fervently an inneoct courtly knightly behavior cheesy in embarrassing you into blushing. While another part of you worried how devoted he was to you.

For Boyfriend! Argenti occasionally wearing a matching outfit is a must.

Romantic Argenti favorite presented on valentines with a crimson tie for him from you and red rose ornament for your hair. Argenti tucked the rose gallantly behind you ear “For you my love” his eye fervent and devoted before kissing you passionately.

Knight!Argenti will be the one by the end with day sendoff “ If you ever settle down choose me my dear. “ with a fair kiss to the inside of your wrist.

Knight!Argenti while overdramatic at time his love was sweet and sincere and sometimes that scared you the most….

Sunday- Jing Yuan -Lazy Sunday Mornings

Childhood! Friend! Reader

Jing Yuan always knew you best, as your childhood friends but then you grew up and went your separate ways until he found you again.

Daily Lazy Sunday with Jing Yuan

Dates consist of the zoo, park, or library meandering but lazy days in bed are best seeing you tired out

Soft!Jing Yuan watches you meaningfully as you go about your lazy Sunday morning routine of pouring yourself a cup and fixing breakfast. Hand round your waist his chin propped on you maybe a quickie on the kitchen counter if you are up for it a big puppy dog wanting attention from you.

Mimi the snow lion padding to snuggle by your side to wamr your feet or jumping to make room for her during movie nights.  

“I’ll treat you right so just rest” much better than the others is left unsaid but implied in his possessive golden gaze that consumes you with so much love. You are almost tempted, but you have urges to fulfill, and even his love cannot stop it.

 Sugar Daddy! Jing Yuan goading you with words. “Does this feel good? Tell me? Sweet and slow, long and languid, or rough and hard, Your choice dear” he offers sweetly as he hovers predatorially above you.

Side note Reader Background  might be….

-Seeking out the strongest men to renew your dying race as you were known to have very low birth rates

- Doing this to pay back a debt she has from her fallen planet.

- Possibly cursed by the Propagation or a Aeon of Lust Luxuria to constantly hunger for sex to live?

-Nymphomaniac or a person who just like sex with many men and that’s her lifestyle so why not make money off it lol

Snippets for now

Still writing full stories

A/N: Loucha I forgot, I guess because I could only do seven days of the week. Also, Gallagher not sure cuz of recent spoilers and Boothill not sure his character yet since so new.  

But might write them separately since I had only 7 days of the week to assign. May redo with next set or as separate pieces. Feel like I can only edit/write only 3 pieces at a time lol

and lost dan hengs so have to rewrite it ugh.....

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ sweet like marabou, look at you

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — sugardaddy!hayden x sugarbaby!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — hayden can't handle the thought of anyone seeing you without covering you in his marks

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 2k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, ownership, possesive!hayden, smut ( dirty talk, hickeys, oral sex f receiving, overstimulation, mention of sex ) hayden calls reader a whore a couple times. think that's all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — oh this concept has me screaming, crying and ripping my hair out

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“what do you think you are wearing?” hayden hissed, crossing the room in two short strides so that he was stood before you, eyes falling onto the black dress that clung to your frame, it was strapless and only fell to about mid thigh, the hem and neckline decorated with pretty white tulle. 

“my new dress,” you hummed, running your fingers along the black fabric, glossy lips twisted into a ditzy little smile, “don’t you like it, daddy?” 

“you wanna wear this out?” hayden asked you, “let everyone see you dressed up like a little whore?” he scoffed and your eyes went wide, a flush spattering across your bare chest. 

“no, daddy,” you spluttered, “it’s just pretty i… i thought you would like it,” you pouted, eyes falling down to your feet that were clad in pretty black heels. hayden sighed, reaching out and pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back up so that you were facing him, tears glossing your doe eyes. 

“baby doll,” he said, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip, brushing the pout from your petal lips, “it is pretty, but some of you is only for daddy, don’t need the other guys at the office seeing those pretty thighs,” his free hand ran down your side, landing on your thigh and squeezing it gently. “i’ve seen how they look at you when you come to my office in your little skirts, hoping that you’ll bend over and give them a show,” you whimpered at his words, shaking your head slightly in his grasp. 

“don’t want them though, daddy, want you, only you,” you told him and hayden grinned, leaning in and brushing a featherlight kiss on your lips. 

“i know, baby,” he told you, “daddy treats you so well, huh, could never leave me, you would be so lost,” he chuckled, kissing you again, laughing louder when you chased his lips, pouting when he pulled away and smirking at you. “tell me, baby doll, tell me what you need,” hayden prompted, sapphire eyes piercing as he watched you swallow, gazing up at him as though he had hung the moon and the stars. 

“you, always you, daddy,” you said softly, “need you to look after me, protect me from people who try and take advantage of me,” you continued, parroting the words that hayden had once whispered into your hair after bending you over his desk and spanking you until your cheeks were stained crimson when he noticed you chatting for just a little too long with one of his coworkers. he always knew best. 

“good girl,” anakin said, taping your cheek with his palm, “always so good listening to daddy,” he praised, “now we have to leave in a minute so you are gonna let me mark up those pretty thighs so that when everyone see’s you in this dress they know that you belong to me,” he demanded, and you were in no position to tell him no, not when you heard the low timbre of his voice, how he looked at you with those pretty blue eyes, as beautiful as they were hypnotic. you wanted him to claim you, show everyone at his office party that you were his and only his, it sent a rush of heat down to your core, especially as you watched hayden drop to his knees and gaze up at you. 

“daddy,” you whined as he ran his hands along your thighs, leaning in and planting delicate kisses along the tops of them, slowly trailing inwards to the meaty flesh bellow your dress, dangerously close to you lace covered cunt. 

“hush, baby doll, we don’t have long,” hayden said against your skin, trailing to the tops of your thighs and suctioning the skin there, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain and he sucked crimson marks onto the skin, he trailed up and down your legs, finding any free space to suck his mark and leave you decorated in ruby bursts and the slick of his spit. you had never seen hayden so determined before, he had always been possessive, of course, you were his baby doll, his little play thing, arm candy and whatever else he wanted you to be. but right now he was feral, you watched in fascination as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh before grabbing your right leg and swinging it over his shoulder in a sift motion, you would have lost balance if it weren’t for his big arms securing around your waist and holding you in place. 

“so pretty,” he cooed before suckling down on the sensitive skin of your thighs, grinning as he watched you skirm. 

“daddy,” you cried out, hands falling to his broad shoulders to stabalise yourself. “daddy, please,” you said, as hayden ghosted over your panties now on show for him seeing as your dress had rode up to your hips when hayden had lifted your leg. 

“what is it, baby doll?” he asked teasingly, “feeling a little sensitive here, darling,” you whined in response, head all fuzzy from hayden’s actions, he had the power to utterly control you with just a few simple touches and he loved it. “what do you want? you have to tell me what you need,” he prompted pressing a kiss over your covered clit before slipping back to your thighs, suckling at the skin just where your dress would sit when it was pulled down. 

“want daddy to play with me,” you pouted, bucking your hips slightly in his hold and hayden snickered, kissing your thigh. 

“feeling needy, baby doll?” he asked, “all it takes is me marking up your thighs to get you wet? such a desperate girl for me,” but he didn’t care, he loved how badly you craved him, just as addicted to the rush as he was, he would do anything for you and you would do the same. you let out a moan when anakin leaned in, using his teeth to tug down your panties revealing your freshly waxed cunt to his view, sticky wetness clinging to your panties, you little clit flushed rosy and throbbing. “such a pretty pussy,” hayden said, as he always did, it was no secret how much he loved that place between your thighs, no matter if he was burying his tongue, fingers or cock between your folds he fucking ate it up, loving every moment you gave him. “you want it?” hayden asked, eyes flicking up to yours, seeing the lust that clouded your gaze. 

“so bad, please, daddy, wanna show everyone i’m yours, mark your face with my cum,” now it was hayden’s turn to groan, dick twitching at your dirty words and he fucking loved it. 

“yea, baby doll, want to show everyone i’m on the only man that makes you cum, make that pussy squirt all over me,” he didn’t wait for you to reply, to beg for him to give you what you wanted when he was burying his face into you needy cunt, lapping at your slick like a man starved because that was the thing about hayden, he didn’t just eat you out, he devoured you. eating your pussy like it was the last thing he would ever taste, he room was filled with the wet sounds of hayden’s tongue lapping at your cunt while you moaned like a porn star, leg going taunt around his shoulder, hands threading into his perfectly styled hair but he didnt care as he plunged his tongue into your sopping hole. 

“daddy, feels so good,” you told him, hips spasaming as he continued to tongue fuck you. it didn’t take long before that coil in your stomach began to unwind, especially when hayden moved from your slit instead focusing on your clit, the little cluster of nerves bursting at the stilumlation as he sucked the bud between his lips and suckled on it, you almost fell limp as the sensation, you had never known a man who knew who to make you cum as quickly as hayden. 

“don’t stop,” you pleaded, “please, just like that” your words were hoarse, broken by pleasure as your head fell back, allowing hayden to consume you, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think about anything but hayden, the feeling of his mouth, his tongue. “so, close,” you gasped, hayden’s grip on your legs tightened, holding you upright as he grazed his teeth along your clit before giving it a harsh suck, somewhere between pain and pleasure you lost yourself. white spots danced behind your eye lids and you were gone, if it wasn’t for hayden’s strong grip on you, you would have melted into a puddle on the ground, everything around you span, a kaleidoscope of colours churning until you felt nothing but bliss. you vaguely felt hayden lapping up your release but you were too far gone to even react, that was until his mouth went back to your clit. 

“daddy, stop,” you gaped, legs shaking as you yanked at his messy golden curls trying to pull him away but hayden released the grip on you hips with one hand and grasped your shaking hands, pulling them away and holding both your wrists with one hand. “please, i just came,” you whimpered but the pleasure was already building once again, a white hot searing thing that made your legs go numb and spine ache. 

“and you’ll give me another one,” hayden said against you cunt, his words sending vibrations through your body and you knew he wouldn’t stop, he loved you like this, even in a position where he was vulnerable, on his knees while you towered over him he still had all the control, he could force orgasm after orgasm out of you and you would take it.

“oh my god,” you gasped, your legs were going to give way as hayden sunk his tongue back into your copping core and swirling his tongue, the sick sounds of his tongue slurping up everything you gave him too much, a sob tore from your lips, pretty makeup spilling down your cheeks as another orgasm crashed through you, more powerful than the last. you were pretty sure you were screaming but it was hard to tell as you sank beneath the waves of pleasure, gasping for air as hayden finally stopped his assault on your cunt. your entire body was buzzing with pleasure, a glow that stemmed from your core and flared out like sunlight, you bathed in it as hayden gently set you down on the bed a few steps away. 

“feeling good, baby doll?” hayden asked with a silly smirk twisted on his lips, face still coated in your release. 

“so good,” you said, voice cracking from the force of your use of it when you came, this only made hayden’s smirk grow wider as he tugged your pantied back up your legs, you winched when they came in contact with your swollen clit. 

“did so well for me, darling, made me so proud,” he praised and you lit up at his words, a dazzled smile making its way onto your face. 

“thank you, daddy,” you whispered bashfully as hayden pulled you up from the bed and you stood on shaky legs, eyes widening as you caught sight of yourself in the vanity mirror, your mascara had ran down your cheeks in a smokey trail, lip stick smudged around your lips and your hair was frizzy. “oh no,” you pouted, rushing over to dab away the stains. 

“what are you doing?” hayden asked you with a cocked brow. 

“they are already going to know what you did to me by the state of my legs,” you said gesturing down at the skin of your thighs stained crimson, “i don’t need to be walking in looking like a whore,” you huffed, wiping away the mascara and fixing your lipstick. 

“mh, but you’re my little whore, darling,” hayden said, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, a cocky grin painted on his lips. 

“yes, your’s daddy,” you sighed, flattening your hair down, “we don’t need everyone seeing me after i cum do we, daddy?” you asked, fluttering your lashes at him and hayden growled. 

“never,” he promised and you giggled. 

“so, should we get going?” you asked him and hayden nodded, releasing your hips and taking you hand tugging you out of your bedroom, and if everyone stared at you that night because of the marks that stained your thighs you didn’t care, and for hayden, it made him harden in his trousers everytime he caught a glimpse until it was too much and he bent you over the back of his car and fucked you until you cried. 

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more sugar daddy hayden maybe???

[reztoru]

mdni 18 +

tw / cw : smut smut smut ,, squirting , choking?¿ , gojo forgets a condom (stupid)

a/n : this wasn't the gojo smut i had ready but it is what I wrote up today sorry my luvs </3

Satoru lays gentle kisses on your shoulder, a mischievous smile plastered on his face as he goes. The sudden stretch from his girth knocks the air out of you. Feeling every vein and ridge as his length slides inside you.

His palms find a home on your hips, engulfing them so naturally; like they were made to be there. And he can't help but hiss every time you squeeze his dick. A telltale sign you want him too — as if he needs more fuel for his ego.

Pulling his cock all the way out, before plunging back in. Repeating his movements in a slow manner, never giving in to your whines and pleas. His hand runs along your back, gliding between your shoulder blades and up to the back of your neck. Shoving your face into the pillows. The groan he lets out is almost feral. His head falls back and his eyes roll, but he's quick in catching himself, bringing his orbs back down to where you both meet.

What a pretty sight, he thinks. Taking him so well, and already so messy for him. All for him. Slamming his hips against yours, watching the little jiggle of your ass. He can't help but move quicker. Propping a leg up, and gripping your neck a little tighter. He needs to go faster, harder — deeper.

He can't seem to peel his eyes away from your slick. How it coats his length, making it so easy for him to slide in however he pleases. Hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. Listening to your moans get louder and louder, sounding so desperate for him to let you cum. But he can't yet, no. You have to cum with him. You have to.

"Not yet, baby- fuck, not yet. Please." He groans.

You can only moan in response. Lashes grazing the sheets as little tears fall. Everything feels so good and Satoru's cock hits all the right places. Curving perfectly into your sweet spot. Prodding at it so diligently, how are you supposed to wait to cum?

And his pretty moans are no help either. Making your pussy flutter every time you hear them. Being the reason he's so whiny and loud. Letting out breathy groans every time he hears your sloppy pussy; every time he feels your drizzle of slick run down his balls.

Oh but when he props himself up on his feet, thrusting deeper into you, that little coil snaps. You're clawing at the sheets, crying out Satoru! Though, he doesn't stop — of course not. In fact, he just seems to get faster. Upping his pace. It all feels a little too much, especially when that funny feeling swirls around your stomach. You whine to him that you're gonna make a mess but it seems Satoru isn't listening. Too far gone, lost in you.

It's when you're squirting all over his length, his thighs and dripping down onto the sheets does he finally cum. His eyes rolling, and his hips stuttering. He's torn between continuing or basking in your warm walls. His mind hazy. Feeling your body twitch, and Satoru's length spurting out what's left to offer.

And after a few minutes he bears the question, "you're on birth control, right?"

You pause, "you didn't wear a condom?"

[mtsodie]

oh no !!!! spills all of my horsies on the floor oh fuck !! oh no aw man

( pt one )

[gaoau]

The dark skies of wishes shine down on existence; live it forevermore

Sugar Stars warnings — spoilers for kinos lost eden route and vampire ending word count — 1.9k

next.

It's not friendship—vampires like him do not need friends and someone like her would never be friends with a vampire. It's about convenience, it's about pretending not to notice when the other is being used. It's the remnants of what once was and what it has now become, when two clueless children met on a rotting land. Grazing skin, shaking hands, ruffling hair.

Centuries have passed them by. Kino now hates billions of things; boredom, pity, defiance, asking for help, not understanding. The list is fascinatingly long. Surprisingly—to no one, considering how dishonest he is—he finds himself dialing [Name]'s number when he knows she's busy. Her attempts to set boundaries for the sake of her schedule were nothing more than fruitless. She grumbles to herself but she never makes her complaints clear, for they aren't. Kino calls her not because she's a friend or because he's relying on her. It's never been like that with her. She uses the oscillatory activity of his traumatized neural tissue to experiment with different behavioral patterns of possibilities, and in return he uses that natural objectivity of a scientist she so proudly boasts to understand himself better.

He's not doing something he hates. He's acting out of his own free will. He's not asking for a favor. [Name] is at his every beck and call whether she likes it or not. It's the way it is. It's the way they work.

She leaves the tone to ring for longer than his patience can handle. For a brief second he wonders if she won't pick up at all. But it's [Name] and [Name] will always answer when her screen displays the katakana characters for his name. Effectively, she picks up. She doesn't say a single word, though. He hears the faint scribbling of graphite on paper and her calm breathing; of course, he specifically caught her right in the middle of her research.

"Hey, you." —Anta as he's always addressed her.

Her silence lasts a little more. Then she manages a sigh, "I have a name, Kino-san."

As if he's ever cared. "I want to have a chat with you, Ms. Scientist." It's about what Kino wants and not about what he needs. He won't ask for help because he doesn't need it. He wants, he demands.

[Name] remains quiet for a brief moment. Her chair squeaks when she leans back on it and she exaggerates another sigh. Kino waits. White noise breaks up their communication as [Name] travels instantaneously to wherever he's expecting her. It's a sound somewhat comforting, whispering to him she's coming to his aid—not that he requires any aiding. He soon hears footsteps through his speaker and simultaneously approaching him from behind. He throws a glance behind his shoulder to meet her curious eyes scanning the scenery.

A cliff, a forest, an entire galaxy of luminous dots she can name stretching over their heads. [Name] is still holding her phone to her ear when she concludes, "The human world." Her voice echoes doubly in his brain. She sounds both exhausted and excited in her expressions. "I haven't been here in eons." Her gaze darts over to Kino before she ultimately hangs up. She stands beside him while he childishly dangles his legs over the edge. "Whatever might you need, Kino-san?"

He won't bother correcting her and he won't bother demanding she sits down to be either at his level or lower. He doesn't need to. He braces himself for the words she'll soon stab through him. "You knew about my plan, didn't you?" he begins. He can't believe he's hesitating.

[Name] side-eyes him with a raised brow. "You ask as though it wasn't I the one to work out the logistics of it for you."

"It didn't go as you'd planned."

It's only one sentence, but it successfully throws her for a loop, stripping her of that superior air of intelligence she wears like a crown. She glares down at him with wide eyes. Kino almost wants to laugh out loud at the despair on her face. How could [Name], of all creatures, have failed? How could she turn out unreliable when working with logic? "…Did you follow through as told?"

"I developed feelings for Yui," he admits quietly. He knows who is truly at fault.

"Yui?"

"Eve."

"Ah." The silence enveloping them is deafening. Kino absolutely despises the judgmental glower slicing him with her objective pupils from above. [Name] drops down to settle on the edge of the cliff cross-legged. A heavy exhale rips from her disbelief. "I was aware of your reckless stupidity, but you've far exceeded my expectations, Your Highness. Of course you'll chuck it out the window if you throw human emotions into the mix."

Her tone nearly shatters his eardrums—it's not loud and Kino has never heard her raise her voice, but it's so unexpectedly harsh. This is why [Name] is so useful to him. She always figures things out for him in such a way that he knows it won't fail. Human emotions, like the liking he accidentally developed for Yui, don't fit into her logic. It was his fault he messed up a perfect plan.

"How tragic were the results?"

Kino chuckles, "The ghouls turned on me, meaning so did the Church. That's on your calculations, though, Ms. Perfect."

"Don't bother. I was very clear when I warned you the Church was nothing more than a gamble." A gamble he gladly took because she's never failed him. [Name] cranes her neck to meet his eyes. She doesn't seem as harsh when she harshly states, "The ghouls' rebelling does not sit right with me knowing I remarked Yuuri-san was indispensable."

And the fact he fails to form an answer makes him feel small. He hates feeling so unbelievably small.

"Of course," she practically seethes, "you vampires simply cannot cherish anything." He wonders why cherishing doesn't fit in her definition of human emotions. She carries on before he can ask, "Because of Eve?"

"Yeah, well, thanks to her, Yuuri came back to me, my brothers acknowledged me, and I have someone by my side."

"I cannot believe you're looking at the bright side of a failure."

"The plan failed, Ms. Objectivity, not me. The project for the ghouls' promised land still stands."

[Name] takes longer than usual to follow through with a reaction. "…So you called me for a different plan that you may possibly not stick to?" she mutters her question skeptically—more to herself than to Kino.

"No. I called you for an objective look at me."

It's absolutely hilarious how easy it is to perplex her. She tilts her head and furrows her brows and scrutinizes his face with suspicion scrawled all over her features. "…Pardon…?"

Kino hates billions of things, each of them piling up one on top of the other; relying on others, asking for help, pity, vulnerability, weakness. He shifts his sights up to the sky and the endless compasses of stars offering guidance. Impressive how Yui managed to change him so much so easily. "I was willing to die for Yui," he doesn't hesitate to admit, "but I didn't want her to die for me. So here I ask you, Ms. Facts, what do you think?" He sees the way she raises a questioning, judgmental brow. He knows she's the right person to ask. "Can I choose who to die for even if they don't want it? Or worse, can I choose who to live for when they might not want it?"

A life without meaning, created and crushed repeatedly on nothing but a mere whim. How can such a thing be possible? Living, dying, existing—they mean nothing at all. Then why does it matter? "Why are you asking me of all people?"

The grin stretching across his lips is surprisingly harmless, although it still holds that usual cheeky air of mischievousness. "I mean, you are my own personal advisor, aren't you, [Name]?"

Her eyes narrow on cautious instinct. Using her name to pretend their bond is deeper than it actually is. He enjoys playing childish games like these. "I am nothing of yours, Kino-san." Because it's not friendship and it's not reliance and it's not important. It's nothing at all.

"But you'll advise me anyway."

"Of course," [Name] laughs light-heartedly. "I'll put it in the simplest terms possible for the sake of your tiny vampire brain."

"You're testing my patience, Ms. Scientist."

"I have been for the past centuries or so—" He opens his mouth once more to spout out empty threats. [Name] slaps her palm onto his face to silence him. "—No matter. I'll start with the most basic of thoughts," she starts as she pulls away before his disturbing fangs sink into her flesh, "which is, I believe what you're asking of me is revolting. Leaving it up to others to choose what the meaning of your own life is; truly disgusting. Being alive doesn't inherently mean you're worth anything."

"So I can be dead or alive without meaning? That's what your sharp logic is getting at?"

"Yes." It's so simple to crush and create. It's so simple to exist. "If you wish for a point, then simply create one. These things don't need so much complexity. You're one simple, bratty child, so I fail to see why you care for something bigger."

"Because the reason for my existence had been decided for me. I want you to tell me if it's possible to be alive for somebody else—if I can decide who to die for."

The glare she washes over him feels threateningly close to slicing him into pieces. She's condescending in all her concepts. She knows she's smarter than he will ever be. "What's with all these half-assed ideas of existence you have? You either exist or you don't. You're either dead or alive. You either have meaning or not. Whether you're destroyed or rebirthed, you can just be. You're not Schrodinger's cat. You're Kino-san, illegitimate son of one maniacal bastard—choose whatever you shall do with that for yourself."

"You're awfully talkative when the topic interests you."

"You shall misunderstand me if you so wish." [Name] squeezes out a defeated sigh from between her teeth. She knows better than to feed into his taunting mockery. "May I go now, Prince?" There's an edge in her words. She leaves it up to Kino to interpret it as it is or completely ignore everything. She had been busy before dropping her papers to come to him, after all.

Kino chooses to ignore her longing to leave. He allows gravity to tug him down as his back slams against the ground behind him. His eyes trace existence in the sky. A chuckle sounds. "No, I'm not done with you."

And although it's not friendship or reliance and there's no such thing as goodness in either of their hearts, [Name] pronounces not another syllable of complaint. She stares at his relaxed body sprawled across the dirt and grass for a little too long. A huff escapes through her nose while she promptly returns to gazing at the marvelous Milky Way he so cordially invited her to share.

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sugar bouquet ~maiden's eternal longing~ 「シュガーブーケ～永遠の乙女の憧れ～柄」