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wonderlandwalker · 4 months

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Remember | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: The capitol has taken you from him, but he won't let them keep you. You can find pt. 2 here!

Content Warnings/Tags: Violence, bullet wounds, major character injury, blood, needles, angst, fluff, no use of y/n

Word Count: 4.0k

Requested by Anon: omg I love your writing and I have an unhealthy addiction to reading angst so could you please write something about the reader being with peeta and Johanna when they where taken by the capital and her being with finnick and recovering while she’s in district 13? 🫶🫶

A/N: The way I smiled when I saw this request I swear. This one has been in the works for a little while and I thought it fit perfectly. It is angst you ask for and it is angst you shall get. I'm considering writing a part two but I'm not sure how to yet. My bad habit of not proofreading happened again and with this one especially it was way too long so if I made any major errors pls do let me know.

The Capitol.

You are currently in the Capitol.

At least that’s where you think you are. You remember being in the arena, you remember running towards the general direction you last saw Finnick, remembering the marks you had gone by in case you had to take a different route. You remember seeing Finnick's face through the plantation, you’d be able to recall those features anywhere. You remember something hitting you from behind and falling to the ground, too caught up in catching up with him to check your surroundings. You remember crying out in pain, hoping he’d hear you. But the next thing you remember is the vision of him slowly going out of focus and losing consciousness not long after.

At least that's what you think happened.

At least you can still remember, that’s worth something right? You remember your past, and you remember the reaping that led to the arena. The flood of relief that went over you as you finally found your way back to him. You don’t know what happened to Finnick, he was there too after all, but you had needed to split up early. Maybe he had been caught off guard too. Maybe he escaped. Maybe they never even found him. Maybe with him being the idiot he could be, he was probably already on his way here, looking for you. Just like you would have done for him, and he would have called you an idiot then too.

You would get out of here one way or another, that much you knew, but you needed to remember more, you needed to remember the last look on his face, you hadn't had much time to take it in, but you remembered the furrow of his eyebrows, the same expression he always had when he was trying to concentrate, you needed to remember that.

You knew that once you did get out of here, Finnick would be furious, telling you that you had been reckless, that you shouldn't have let your guard down, shortly after telling you how worried he had been. And it would feel like coming home.

Your mind becomes hazier, and it is harder to remember. You feel your head throbbing, and you move your hand towards it until you feel it can move no further. You open your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the bright light that covers the room. You can't see much, can't move your head much.

You remember the rendezvous point you had talked about. You remember the quick “don't get yourself in trouble” and the kiss he gave you right before you parted ways.

You remember the layers of plants and trees you moved through, seeing some of them cut down, letting you know someone else had been there

But you know there is more, more that you missed. The stomped-out ashes that you ran past, you know you should have paid closer attention. But you can’t remember

You need to remember what happened. How you got here. Who got you here. If you really are in the capitol. But your mind doesn't want to cooperate anymore. The room is getting darker and darker, even though the lamp above your head is still dutifully buzzing

You wake up, you still remember where you are, or at least where you think you are. You still remember yesterday, was it yesterday? Why couldn't they just hang a clock in here?

You look up, and you see a device set up, not too far from where you're lying down. You try to get a better look but the light above your head is too blinding to see anything else in the room. You don’t fully understand it until a man walks into the room with a video camera in his hand and an expression on his face that seems just a tad too happy.

The camera starts blinking a red light, signalling you that it has started recording. The man has a sort of laser that he presses into your lower stomach, it doesn't breach your skin but it hurts like it does. It takes all your energy not to show him the satisfaction of it.

“Come on now darling, work with me a little.” He says after a while, changing the setting on the laser. The last bit of your energy is gone, and you can't keep the screaming from escaping any longer. It echoes off the white walls around you and when you hear yourself, you barely even recognize it. He seems satisfied with the result and finally puts the laser down. You look down but don't see any burn marks or indication of what has just happened.

He comes closer and you can see he is holding a sort of crowbar, but you're not sure why. You remember how you always left one outside your window in the districts, in case the wind had shut it and you needed to sneak back in. You remember Finnick finding out, giving you a serious, disappointed look, but not telling you to stop.

Before you can think of anything else, the bar hits you with full force, right above the spot he was previously focused on. You didn't expect it, and it knocks the little breath you had left out of your lungs. He hits again, not in the same spot, but close, he is very clearly aiming for your ribs. The switching between high-tech and old-school weapons has you puzzled, but you can't deny the result either of them has.

After a while, he stops, and with the added difficulty and pain that now comes with breathing, you are more than certain he just bruised a few of your ribs.

He walks back, taking the camera in his hands. He aims it at your face and you close your eyes to try and collect yourself as much as your current state allows. Your hair is a tangled mess and you are rather certain there is blood smushed over your face from the cuts you got in the arena.

“Smile for the camera sweetheart.” He asks, even though it sounds more like an order than a request. You open your eyes to look at him. He is so close, and you want to drive your thumbs so far into his eye sockets you can feel the front lobe of his brain, if he even has one. But you can't do anything, no matter how much you want to fight, you are powerless here. You close your eyes again, trying to block everything out and remember.

You remember District Four, the way the light summer breeze would always carry the smell of the beach to your house, no matter how hard you had it, it always livened you up. You remember the first time Finnick tried to teach you how to surf, being so gentle with you no matter how many times you fell off it, always there to catch you again. You remember your last birthday, well, the day after, but you couldn't even complain about that. He had picked you up from your place and brought you to one of the lakes with him. He told you the story of one of his birthdays when he was younger, along with all the embarrassing details, but of course, it only endeared him further to you. You told him about the presents you got and all the people who came to wish you a happy birthday. You told him everything you could remember. You remember last seeing his face, maybe it was the last time you will have ever seen it. No. No, you remember it, but you’ll see it again, you have to.

“I’ll make sure your loverboy gets to see this, wherever he is, wouldn't want him to miss out on the fun.”

Finn. Finnick. You remember Finnick. You remember when you returned from your first games. The black eye and broken arm you came home with. You remember how he lost it when they didn't immediately treat you for it. He would now either throw a fit over it for everyone to see or be so stoic in his thoughts even Johanna would get a little concerned.

You see the man standing up, walking to the table, and picking up something new. A syringe, it's a syringe. He walks over and pushes it into your upper arm, and before you know it, your vision turns black again.

You remember waking up to gunshots, and you panic. But after a few seconds, you figure out they’re not near you. There is, however, someone in the room with you, it's the same man again. He looks a little panicked, but you can’t figure out why just yet. The gunshots are becoming louder, and closer, and he seems more startled now. His arms drop to his sides from what he was doing and his eyes widen. Screams are echoing and you can hear footsteps.

You remember that pattern of paddling feet, and you recognize the second pair of steps too, but you can't remember much else.

The man gets closer to you, placing his hand over your mouth, pulling out a gun with his free hand and telling you to stay quiet. You never understood why people say that, it means he has something to lose, and you want to scream out, but your voice doesn't remember how to.

It's even closer now, right outside the door, and you can hear talking. You remember his voice. How he always asked you so sweetly how your day had been, the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you fell asleep.

You hear the door jiggle, and it makes you want to scream out for him, but your sore throat won't let you. For a moment you think that is it, you had your chance, and you let it go by. He’ll move along the hallway to the other doors and leave you here. But then you hear another gunshot, and they must have shot the lock, because right after you hear someone running into the door with an echoing thump as it breaks open.

The man next to you had his gun pointed at the door, and he changes it to point at you instead.

You were right, by the gods you had never been so thankful to have been right. Finnick walks in, and you can see the colour drain from his face as he does so.

The man standing next to you is starting to get nervous, you can see the sweat starting to drip down his face. He must realize he has been matched, because there are more people by Finnicks side. But the man still has his gun pointed at you, and this isn't over just yet.

You can't keep your eyes open anymore, and when you close them, you remember. You remember your first kiss with Finnick, how nervous he had been at the time. He had been shaking a little and told you he was embarrassed by how much you got to him, but it only endeared him further to you. He yells at the man to let go of the gun, he sounds nervous again.

But he doesn't let go, he decides to shoot.

You hear the bullet leaving the gun, and for a single moment, you think it's over. The last thing you’ll ever see is Finnick, but he’s not himself. He’s upset, and even though you know he’s not upset with you, it still tugs at you. Except when you feel the bullet piercing through your skin, that's exactly what you realise. You can still feel it. He didn't shoot you right in the heart, he didn't shoot towards your head, he shot you in the abdomen. You’re not sure why, not sure why he didn't kill you, but you will never know, because not even a second passes as you hear a second gunshot, and he falls to the floor.

You can't seem to remember how to open your eyes, but you can hear Finnick rushing over and right as he reaches you, you fall. You fall into his arms and the memory of it gives you hope. Something comes in contact with your stomach, and the agony of it makes you want to scream out. You can feel him lifting you, and the shift of your body makes the bullet move, making you want to scream again. And if you remembered how to, you would have.

You know he’s talking to someone, but it sounds more like buzzing to you. You can only make out certain parts of the conversation, something about needing to leave, something about infections, and something about an aircraft.

You can hear him talking again, and this time it’s directed at you. There’s a strain in his voice, and it sounds like he’s crying. It makes you want to comfort him, but you don’t remember how to.

“Please darling, just open your eyes."

But you’re afraid, youre afraid that if you open them, everything will turn out to be nothing but a dream, and he won’t be here anymore. But even if this is a dream, you need to see him. Even if it will turn into a haunted memory, you need to see his eyes looking back at you. It takes you some effort, but you open your eyes, looking at him. You can see tears flooding his face, you can see his lips moving, silent pleas coming from them for you to stay awake. He’s telling you how good of a job you’re doing, he's telling you to hold on. He promises that he won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again and that he won’t let go of you anymore.

You remember how he cried when you were reaped for the 75th games, and how you had told him everything would be okay, how you had comforted him, but you don't have the energy to comfort him this time. You remember hearing his sobbing, his shaking voice when you close your eyes again, not being able to keep them open any longer, even if you wanted to.

You wake up again, and for a moment you think it had indeed all been a dream, that you were right back where you had started, But then you remember the bullet in your stomach. You look down and see a bandage over it, even though it’s already soaked in blood. They must have taken it out.

You try and concentrate, and you can hear Finnick talking to someone. “Just tell me, I know it’s bad but I need to know.” “Finnick, it won’t make a difference.” The person he’s talking to sounds desperate, and you remember how stubborn he could be when it came to you.

But you don’t remember more, because your head starts to feel light again and you give in to the feeling.

When you wake up again, you manage to open your eyes, and you can see someone sitting in a chair next to the bed you're in. He’s slumped over, his face half pressed into the mattress and half into your stomach, both of his hands are holding onto one of yours. It hurts a little, but you don't mind, because it reminds you, even when you look away, that he is still there. You remember the way he always softly snores, and the way he wiggles his nose when your hair falls over it.

You think you're connected to a monitor, because something is beeping in the same rhythm you can feel your heart beating, and it gives you a headache. So you close your eyes again, and once again, you give in to the feeling of sleep that looms over you.

Since you had been brought to District 13, he has barely left your side. He keeps putting cold washcloths on your forehead to try and break your fever. It won't help, and he knows it, but no one has the heart to stop him.

You haven't shown a single sign of life since they had found you. It was unsettling, the silence that filled the room, none of your usual laughter and banter there to replace it.

It’s only when Finnick's head shoots up that the others notice it as well. The steady beeping that has been imposing the silence in this room for weeks picking up its pace. The beating continues to go faster and faster, your body shaking up from the bed in almost the same rhythm. But right before anyone can do anything about it, it stops. It all seems to stop, you stop moving, and the monitor stops beating.

He starts giving you chest compressions, and someone rushes into the room holding a small bottle, they fill a syringe with the clear liquid and inject it into your arm. Within a few seconds, your heart starts beating again. But it’s only after a minute of the monitor showing him a steady heartrate that he stops his actions.

It’s dark in the room when Finnick wakes up, and if it wasn't for the soft light and the beeping of the monitor, he would've thought he was dreaming, but it seems the reality won’t let him escape. He struggles not to fall back asleep, and every few minutes he does, but every time he wakes up startled again, scared that you’ll be gone if he doesn't open his eyes every once in a while. It was easy to see the toll it had taken on him. His posture was slouched, his face less well-groomed than usual. But no one could blame him, because they could see the way he looked at you, as if you were the sun and your dimmed light turned his world dark.

He knows the chance you can hear him is small, but he feels the urge to talk to you nonetheless.

“I don't think I can hold this in any longer. I remember some studies that have shown people in comas do hear what's going on around them, but maybe it’s for the best that you don’t, because you would never say yes.”

He continues but he feels his voice choke up, and he runs a hand through your hair to calm himself down, his other hand still holding onto yours.

“We talked about it once, I still remember every single word you said. You came at me with all your logical reasons for why it would be a bad idea. But what you never understood is that when it comes to you, I'm not able to think rationally, because my love for you will overpower anything else.” He chuckles softly as he recalls the memory he’s about to tell you next.

“I remember when I opened up to you for the first time. I had always held things to myself, but you were so calm as I talked to you. I thought for sure I had screwed it up somehow then. Everyone always tells me now how happy you make me, and they're right. Ever since you came into my life there has not been a single moment when the thought of you did not bring me joy, even when we fought my memories of you could still somehow bring a smile to my face.

I remember when they showed me the video, they hadn't wanted me to see it, but you know how stubborn I can be when it comes to you. I saw you, I saw the way in which they were hurting you. And I started yelling, ironically enough in that moment, you were the only one that could have calmed me down. I remember yelling at them, fighting with them not to wait any longer, that they couldn't let you wait any longer, they had to have me sedating until they came to a conclusion."

He reaches into the pocket of his trousers, taking a small ring. It was his mother's ring, he had found it a while back and had carried it with him ever since. He had thought of moments to give it to you, but every time there was one, every time he was about to ask you, something had happened, something had interrupted him. But there was no one interrupting him this time. “I have thought about asking you this every time I see you, and I can't hold it in any longer. So when you wake up, not if you wake up, because I know you will. I know you will wake up because you have to. So when you wake up, will you marry me.” A little part of him had thought you'd wake up, that you’d answer him. Even if you said no, it would still be better than what's happening right now, because he didn't care if you'd say no, if you’d say you weren't ready, because nothing could be worse than the silence that followed him. And so he slid the ring onto your finger delicately, as if you were to disappear if he wasn't careful. He put the ring on your hand because he knew that even if it wasn't today, and it wasn't tomorrow, someday you would marry him, and he wouldn't let you slip away.

At first, he thought he was imagining it, sleep deprivation and desperation playing a trick on his mind. But then he saw it again, in the beams of morning light he could see your hand moving, as if it was trying to grasp onto something, trying to pull you back into this world. It woke him up in an instant. But it was all followed so fast, the way your eyes slowly opened, squinting at the light. Before you had even awoken for a second, he moved from where he had been right beside you in order to hug you. And he was about to get lost in the thought of your moving lips, tears falling down his eyes, about to get lost in a kiss full of built-up pain and desperation when he noticed, something was wrong. Your eyebrows were knitted together and the corners of your mouth turned down just a little. He looked at your expression, your body language, something was wrong. You looked vulnerable, you looked like you wanted to protect yourself from someone.

It was only when he looked into your eyes that he truly understood something was very wrong.

Your eyes looked as if you were in pain, but it wasn't a look of any physical pain, it looked as if something was endangering you, but he couldn't understand what it was. He slowly moved so as not to startle you and asked you “Darling, what’s wrong” And at first you didn’t respond, but when he kept looking at you, expecting him to answer you, you started to speak. “Am I supposed to remember you?”

He immediately flinched back at the statement, his shoulder sunk and his eyes dimmed. Someone told him it wasn't uncommon for brain injuries to cause short-term memory loss after a coma.

So slowly, and surely, he made it work. But it was crumbling him down every time you didn't remember the unconscious acts of affection, so foreign to you now. A quick touch on your arm as he walked towards you made you flinch slightly as if his hand had been on fire. The subtle smiles he gave you when entering a room were now met with you looking down. The way that even though you were physically here, you really weren't.

He promised himself, he vowed to himself that he would make you remember. That no matter how long it took, he would wait for you. He would wait for you to remember, make you remember. Because he had very quickly learned that he couldn’t live without you anymore.

Part 2: Trying to Forget

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smooth-perceval · 6 months

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“It’s snowing!-”

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Its snowing, Reader wants Max to come watch the snow on the sofa.

Warnings: fluff? A lot of it, Google translate.

Key: Y/N (your name)

Word count: 511

A/N: This is SUPER short, but quite cute 🙂💞

“MAX!” I ran as quick as my legs would take me, darting through the halls of our apartment.

“MAX!” Breathing heavily I barged the game rooms door open, it bouncing back off the cabinet behind and smacking back into me.

Hissing I stepped back rubbing my head, before officially emerging in. “Max.”

“Honey I’m streaming.” Eyes glued to the screen, possibly glancing up at the camera.

“Oh-” shuffling over out of shot, I gave sassy a pet, looking back at Max praying for two minutes of his time.

“Whats up?” His brows furrowed as he turned into a corner, thus being his concentration face.

“I’ll show you when you’re done-” smiling I picked sassy up leaving the room.

“Schat-” (darling-) closing the door behind me, I headed back to the lounge curling up with sassy on the sofa, jimmy soon following.

Call me cruel but I know he would be churning to know what I had to show him- maybe his heads in the gutter he is definitely thinking of the naughty things- but I what I had to show him was all kinds of nice.

Pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa I pulled it over my legs watching the view outside- it really was the most wonderful time of the year.

“Sweetie- what did you have to show me?” he was bent over the sofa cradling my head close to him, leaving a trail of wet kisses up my exposed neck.

Without a sound I nodded my head towards the large windows, my hands reaching up and brushing over his arms.

“It’s snowing!-”

A light gasp escaped his lips, one simple delicate kiss placed on top of my head,

“Isn’t it beautiful…” humming happily I sink further into the sofa, and Max being Max- he practically launched himself over cuddling up next to me.

“Shall we get the tree out?” Tutting i swatted his arm. “No that’s bad luck.”

“You and your superstitions…” rolling his eyes, he then shuffled around finding himself more comfortable laying down with his head in my lap. “Says the guy who wears the same-” pressing his finger against my lips he looked up at me smiling.

“You really talk to much you know.”

Laughing lightly, combing my fingers through his hair I soon found myself cradling his face with my hand. “Says you, there’s plenty of videos online for evidence.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Rolling over he looked back out the window, my hand now resting on his back, rubbing it in a soothing manner.

“Maxplaing, Max…” smiling happily more to myself, I was watching what I could see of his face, bringing my other hand up to delicately trace the sides. “You could talk for England.”

Humming in response, his hand was now resting on my knee rubbing it gently. “Good thing I’m Dutch.”

“Good thing you’re mine.” His cheeks tinted a slight red, like he had been out in the snow.

“That was so cheesy.”

“Yeah let’s never bring that up again.”

“Can’t promise it won’t be mentioned.”

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x you #12 days of christmas

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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can i just request tickle headcanons of any twst boys of your choosing pls and ty!

may I have your attention?

Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

Synopsis: Your lover isn't paying attention to you, so what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?

Tags: tickling, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: This is my first ask, I'm so excited!!! Thanks for asking <3

Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

ticklish rating: 7/10

was probably studying when you attacked him

full on yelps like "what are yo- aHAHAHAHA"

you’re lucky he’s not in public or else he’ll get mad, probably collaring any witnesses

he wants to be mad but he can’t get mad at you

especially when your laugh is so cute

also feels kinda bad for yelling at you, even if it was just a bit

is kinda happy you wanted his attention

but please do it in other ways

please never tickle him in public, he’d be so embarrassed

be sure to comfort him with cuddles and kisses, instant forgiveness

he’ll be blushing so hard you’ll worry about his heart rate

but it’s okay he really enjoys it

"What was that for?!" he demanded, feeling extremely vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was in disarray. You took in his dishevelled appearance eagerly; it’s not always you see the strict Heartslaybul Dorm Leader in such a state.

"You... wanted my attention?" Riddle shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite place. He knew he should be angry at you for breaking his concentration, but a part of him couldn't help but gleam at your affection.

"Sorry, my Rose. I just...I don't like being caught off guard like that," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Shall we take a break? I bought some new tea leaves that we can share together."

ticklish rating: 4/10

see this man isn’t ticklish

except for his ears

probably sleeping in the botanical garden as always when you attack him

immediately squirms and flinches away, hissing like a cat

he’s glaring at you and he’s so caught off guard

"Oi, why the hell d’ya do that herbivore?"

he’s mad at you now

couldn’t you have woken him up from his nap normally

grumbles and complains, but his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you into his embrace

well your punishment is to sleep with him now

you can’t see it because he’s hugging you so tightly but he’s smiling into your hair

Leona scowled, "I'm not a cat, and it's not cute. That wasn't funny," he grumbled, his glare is so intense anyone would start trembling and apologising, but it’s you and you know he’s not being completely serious.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he huffed, "You’ve got some nerve toyin’ with a lion." With that, Leona lunged at you without warning, trapping you in his arms and holding them tightly. "This is your punishment. Now, stop wigglin’."

As you give up and start to relax into his hold, he attacks your sensitive spots as revenge, delighting in your flushed face and gasps for air.

"Heh. What's not fair?" he teased. "I thought you liked tickling."

ticklish rating: 8/10

resident octopus is sensitive to touch since he always has his gloves on

he’s sitting in his office working at the contracts some poor unfortunate soul signed

too concentrated to notice you getting closer

he gets so flustered "w-where are you touching???"

you swear his glasses got foggy

tries to look unaffected because he wants to save face

but he’s squirming and shivering until eventually he’ll burst out laughing

and while you’re cheering in victory he’s pouting

he’s so embarrassed you saw that ungentlemanly side

snuggle him and give him kisses and he’ll cheer right up

don’t let the twins see him like this, or else your man’s gonna be short staffed every time they blackmail him with this information

since that tickling session, he’ll be more careful than ever, always on the lookout for any attacks

"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasped between laughs, his glasses crooked. "I'll take a break."

Azul turned in his chair to face you, still catching his breath, his cheeks flushed , "I can't believe you just did that." His eyes were swirling with confusion and disbelief, as if you had betrayed him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You're impossible," he said, reaching out to pull you close. "But I suppose I can spare a few minutes to talk about my latest plans."

ticklish rating: 10/10

he’s super sensitive to tickling

he’ll be spacing out on a study date

and once your attack begins, it’s full-on cackling, like "AHAHAHAHA sto-"

he’s a giggling mess, wriggling all around trying to inch away

but you’re persistent and by the time you stopped he’s panting and his sides are still tingling, even his turban has come loose

he pouts a bit after, but he melts instantly when you hug him

how can he stay mad at you?

smiles so widely and snuggles closer

what? you tickled him to get his attention?

rest assured his attention is fully on you now, he’s physically attached to you at this point

you better help him retie his turban, or else jamil’s got more work to do

jamil just stares at you two in disapproval; idiots

Kalim laughed and shook his head. "You could have just called my name, you know. But, I have to admit, that was pretty effective, ahaha!" he said, still chuckling.

Kalim wrapped an arm around you and leaned in for a kiss. "You're always on my mind, even when I'm distracted," he said, grinning. "Even if you are a tickle monster, haha!"

"Hey, do you wanna go on a magic carpet ride?," he said, eyes wide full of excitement.

ticklish rating: 6/10

he’s not that sensitive, and he can pretend pretty well to be unaffected

he’s super focused when he’s applying makeup

he laughs a little but his scolds you half-heartedly, "Stop it, darling!"

if you persist, he’ll continue squirming and lets out more laughs

he’s a bit upset you’ve messed up his appearance

but he secretly enjoyed you vying for his attention

turns back to the mirror, makes sure there are no creases or any imperfections

once he’s sure he looks perfect he turns his attention to you

scolds you lightly for disturbing his work of art

but once that’s over he’ll be teasing you about how you couldn’t keep your hands off him

hugs you and tickles you for a bit

when he pulls away, he taps your nose teasingly, promising revenge later

Vil tried to regain his composure, straightening out his clothes and checking his makeup. "You know, laughing can cause wrinkles and ruin my makeup by making creases," he scolded you, still trying to look regal.

Vil huffed at your compliment and stood up to admire himself in the mirror. "Of course I’m beautiful, I suppose you have a point," he said, grinning at his reflection. "Flattery will get you nowhere, however." Vil said, as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I’m simply extenuating my features."

"You know I love you, right?" he said with a soft smile as he turned to give his lover a kiss. "I’m sorry I don’t always have time for you."

ticklish rating: 9/10

he’s not used to people, he’s extremely ticklish

he’s busy trying to beat a new rage game, mumbling curses every once in a while

you take him off guard completely, he lets out a burst of laughter and snorts

he tried to squirm away but to no avail

"OMG, stop! I can't breathe. You're like a raid boss with that tickling!"

his hair is flickering wildly like a flame in the wind

he’s left gasping for air in your arms

honestly your distraction really cheered him up

that stupid game was getting on his nerves way too much

melts into your hug and nuzzles into your neck

you’re his recharge station now

eventually he’ll get back to the game, determined to be one of the firsts to beat it, relishing any opportunity to show off to you

please never tickle this man in public, his poor heart would burst

"LOL, you're really getting me with those tickle combos. I think I need a potion to recover," Idia joked.

"You totally caught me off-guard; it was like a sneak attack. Maybe I should level up my tickle defense skills." He rolled his eyes playfully.

Idia grinned into your embrace. "You’re like, a pro at cheering people up. It's like your superpower or something." He nuzzles into you more.

ticklish rating: 2/10

okay hear me out; he’s a dragon, they’re reptiles, they have tough skin, he’s definitely not ticklish

he’s completely immersed in a book about gargoyles

so you try to get his attention through tickling

unfortunately, he’s not affected like you had hoped

"Child of man, what are you trying to do" with bewildered expression on his face

Okay that plan failed

well, there are of course other ways to make him squirm

so you leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek

leaning back, you took in the sight of his dazed eyes, flushed cheeks and surprised expression

congratulations, you’ve succeeded in making the great Malleus Draconia speechless

once he’s regained his senses, he’s like a puppy dog leaning in for your touch

give him more kisses and he’ll be a good dragon boi, ready to lay the world at your feet

Malleus looks at you, his expression slightly confused. "Tickle?" he repeated, as if he didn't understand the concept. "I don't think I understand," he said, his brow furrowing slightly.

Malleus reaches out and takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "You don't have to tickle me to make me gain my attention, Child of Man. You’re always on my mind," he said, his voice sincere.

"I may not be ticklish, but you still manage to fluster me," he said, his voice low and husky. Malleus looked at them with a small smile on his face, "How curious. I find myself longing for your touch."

Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

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marvelouslizzie · 7 months

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sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. 😭

if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. 🥹

if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words ❤️

Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.

summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.

word count: 842

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.

You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?

You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but it’s hard to concentrate. Especially, when Bucky’s voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isn’t laughing like that because of you. He’s just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you.

“For the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.”

No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. He’s so amused by the comment.

“Do you mean yourself, princess? Because I don’t see anyone else besides you studying right now.”

You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. That’s new. He usually calls you doll.

“Does it matter?”

“Matters to me.”

“Fine. I’m trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.”

You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isn’t.

“Don’t worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.” It could’ve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like he’s patronizing you.

“So what? I should stop studying?”

“Yeah. Give yourself a break, doll.” He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. “Live a little.”

“Studying first, living later.” That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.

You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesn’t let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.

“Are you worried Bucky will get the best grade?”

“Oh, come on, Sam!” Steve sounds tired already.

“I would like to see him try.” After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget there’s no need for this anymore.

“I got the best score last time, remember?” Luckily he doesn’t sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.

“And I will make sure that doesn’t happen again.” You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.

“You always say that, but…” Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.

“But what?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on!” You challenge him. He shouldn’t stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. “Say it.”

“Maybe later.” He resists.

"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.

“You always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.”

You can’t help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.

You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didn’t expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?

“If it's not me, then it has to be you, right?” You watch Bucky’s smile grow while others mumble with confusion.

“If not my girl, then who else?”

Oh, he really went there. He didn’t miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you can’t help but feel giddy about it.

You don’t say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesn’t know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck, baby,” you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. “See you after the exam.” You don’t look back, but you hear others talk.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Did she just-”

“I told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!”

“Language, Sam! We don’t even know…”

“Oh, they definitely did.” Natasha sounds rather amused.

“Fine!”

“Oh, come on! You betted on us?” Bucky’s charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.

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suashii · 6 months

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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐻𝒪𝒩𝐸𝒴 𝐿𝐼𝒫𝒮

info ⭑ kaeya alberich x reader. 1.3k wc. sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ a bit suggestive ﾉ actor + model!kaeya ﾉ photographer!reader

note ⭑ hi! so. . . i've never played genshin :3 just fell in love with kaeya and wanted to write him! so he may be ooc :p keep any negativity to yourself pls! the inspo for this came from a post by @tetsukei btw!

when you learned that you’d be shooting kaeya alberich for his newly appointed role as brand ambassador for amber dew, an up-and-coming skincare and makeup brand, you were thrilled. the man is regarded as one of the most promising rising stars in the entertainment industry and you’ve been dreaming of having him as the subject of your camera since you first laid eyes on him.

now that the day is here, you’ll discover that this experience isn’t going to play out the way you imagined.

“hi,” you introduce yourself with a smile as kaeya walks onto the set, “i’ll be your photographer today. i’m looking forward to working with you.”

it shouldn’t be possible, but the man is even prettier in person. his warm, brown skin glows under the lights of the studio and his long, navy hair against the white of his shirt makes the garment appear brighter. there’s a sparkle in his eyes that turns his periwinkle irises into the backdrop of a starry night. you wonder if the pictures you take will do him any justice.

“as am i,” he mirrors your sentiment with a smile that pulls up higher at one side than the other. his grin and voice are a different level of charming that you didn’t prepare yourself for and you find yourself clearing your throat to keep your next words from coming out with a crack.

“shall we get started, then?”

in a way, kaeya is like some of the clients you’ve worked with in the past. he looks to you for direction, asking whether or not he’s posed correctly and easily adjusts himself in response to your guidance. though, as he grows more comfortable with your camera and your presence, he grows bolder, too, taking some creative liberties of his own.

you take a moment to survey the last several photos on your camera, tongue poked out in concentration as you analyze the lighting and angles. a few feet across from you, kaeya smiles. you look cute when you’re focused and, maybe it’s a little conceited, but pride sprouts in his chest knowing that you’re looking so intently at him.

when you look back up to continue shooting, kaeya’s in a different position than before. his elbow is propped up on the table, chin resting in his palm, fingers splayed out about the lower half of his face. his lips pull up playfully at the corners upon seeing the way your eyebrows gently raise at his new posture. “how’s this?”

despite being caught off guard, you nod, holding up your camera to capture his appeal. “that looks great! you really are a natural.”

the smirk kaeya wears is a genuine one. he doesn’t usually have much of a good time at these kinds of things; he considers them a bit of a chore and exerts minimum effort at best, but you’re different from the rest—you don’t take yourself or the job too seriously and he can see himself having a little fun with you.

by the time you finish picturing him with each of the products outlined by the company, there’s only one thing left on your agenda. kaeya’s away getting his makeup touched up as you set up your camera and the props for your final shoot of the session.

you’re opening a jar of honey when you hear the sound of footsteps approaching you. a shadow falls over you as kaeya comes to stand by your side, eyeing the sticky substance in your hands. when he sees you’re struggling with the lid, he takes the jar from you and pops it off himself, returning the container to you while asking, “what’s this for?”

you thank him for his help before explaining your concept to him. as amber dew’s brand uses honey as an ingredient in many of their products, you wanted to incorporate it into your photos.

“so the plan is to have you dip your fingers in and let the honey drip onto the packaging of the serum and moisturizer,” you tell kaeya, stepping back and grabbing hold of your equipment. “sound okay?”

he hums in agreement as he sits at the table with all the little bottles you so neatly arranged. he watched you from afar in his makeup chair as you set them up, cycling through a number of different arrangements before settling on the one in front of him.

“perfect, whenever you’re ready.”

just as you explained, kaeya dips his first two fingers in the jar of viscous liquid, pulls them out, and holds them above the amber dew products. gravity works its magic and the honey slides down his fingers, over his manicured nails, and onto the bottles below.

the rhythmic pattern of your shutter button clicking sounds throughout the studio, bright flashes accompanying each short noise. every picture you take captures a moment in the timeline, the packaging going from being pristine to being drowned in the golden substance.

you’re so fixated on the isolated shot that kaeya’s voice causes you to jump when it fills the air. “do you mind if i try something?”

you aren’t sure what he has in mind, but since you’ve got the photos you need, there’s no harm in giving him some artistic freedom. you shake your head. “be my guest.”

with your permission, kaeya’s fingers return to the jar of honey and he coats them once more. you follow his movements with your lens, even when they drag up towards his face. his head turns to the side as he holds his fingers over his mouth. just like it had earlier, the honey drips down the appendages—except this time, instead of landing on the products as you intended, it plops down in globs onto his parted lips.

for a split second—perhaps a tiny bit longer—you stare at the sight, starstruck. it’s as though melted gold is trickling down his bronzed face—off of his chin and onto the skin left exposed by the undone top buttons of his shirt. he looks more than an actor or a model, he looks like he’s meant to be housed in the clouds with celestial beings.

when you return to your senses, you focus your camera on the image kaeya’s created, capturing his likeness the best you can. despite his gaze meeting the lens, you feel like his lidded stare is burning into you, like those periwinkle eyes are really looking into yours.

kaeya pops his fingers into his mouth once there isn’t much honey left to drizzle off of them. his eyes are turned up toward the ceiling now, but the continued clicking of your camera doesn’t go unnoticed by the man. he smiles around his fingers at that and only pulls them out when the sweetness on his tongue is no longer.

“those turn out good?” he asks with a smile much more innocent than his actions.

you had no idea kaeya could be so… provocative. you’re sure surprise is painted all over your face, so you dip your head down to examine the pictures in favor of meeting his eye. as shocked as you had initially been upon seeing the route kaeya decided to take, the photographs did turn out well. so, even though your cheeks are burning when you finally do look up at him, you tell him as much. “they look amazing.”

the session wraps up with those final shots. kaeya is stood next to you when he and his crew gather around to get a look at the results of his and your work. as the crowd “ooh” and “aah” at each passing picture on the screen, kaeya lowers himself so that his mouth hovers near your ear.

“do you have a business card? i’d love to work together again in the future.”

hey, it's manon :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

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roninishere · 10 months

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I liked that a lot…

Muichiro x Female Reader

Warnings: Muichiro fluff! Poor grammar Summary: how you guys met and your first kiss.

“Y/N, all is well?” Master Ubuyashiki soothing voice asked you as you assisted him on his feet.

Your soft calm eyes concentrated oh being very careful of not allowing him to slip or fall “Yes master, all is well,” getting him carefully on his feet, you kept a hand in the small of his back and allowed him to rest his weight on your other arm. “Shall we join the others?”

“Yes my child.”

Bringing him to behind the doors, you adjusted his haori before his daughters announced his arrival. When the doors slid to the sides, you walked by his side until his wife Amane got on the other side of her husband. After setting him down carefully, you bowed at the family before taking your position.

Normally Muichiro would have his head in the clouds, trying to remember the name of the cloud again. Hearing the Master thank Y/N, the young boy couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You stood tall, around five foot five, however without your heeled boots, Muichiro bet shorter.

There were multiple layers to your Kimono; it appeared to be made by the same fabric of the demon slayer uniform. The baggy sleeves reached to about your mid bicep before a tighter black material covered down to your wrists with gold cuffs from the forehead to your wrist as well. You had two tight fitting golden belts around a little underneath your breasts and one on your belly button. The kimono had three slits in the front from your waist down, just exposing a bit of your thigh before your thigh boots covered the rest of your skin.

You had a sword on one of your belts and on the sides of your thighs, there were holsters for these long sais you had.

That was just what YOU wore. He couldn’t see your eyes from his distance, but your pretty hair was pulled into two pretty braids buns.

Seeing that their young hashira had been distracted most of the meeting; Tengen and Kyojuro looked at one another before following his gaze as everyone began to leave.

With a grin on his face, he had a brilliant idea. Kyojuro smiled before patting the teenager on his shoulder “Muichiro! You should go say hello! Staring isn’t polite!”

“Then what should I say?”

Tengen suggested “how about you ask her train with you? Or to grab some food?”

His blank expression was fixed on Y/N as he said “Yes I suppose she’d make a good training partner.” He walked towards you and once he was just a few feet in front of you, he finally got a good look at your beautiful eyes.

They widen at his current actions, and you felt yourself freak out in the inside ‘oh my, Muichiro Tokito is right in front me.’

“Mr. Tokito, is there something I can help you with?” You tilted your head to the side playing it cool; despite his emotionless look, you were well aware of his situation, his mint green eyes were definitely a beauty.

There was a pause before he asked “would you like to be training partners? And perhaps get food with me?”

“I’d be honor too,” You attempted to play off but the blush on your face gave it away. “I can meet you at the training grounds in an hour once I’m relieved?”

Nodding, he went to turn before he thought, you didn’t tell me your name did you? “What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

Y/N… what a pretty name for a pretty girl.

The two of you became friends; you guys trained, grab or even cook food together, and even looked at clouds together. Although Muichiro was very forgetful, you were was so patient with him, re-telling him who you were and how two of you became of friends.

Every time you retold him the stories, you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, your heart beating a hundred times. Unsure what it met, you couldn’t help to asked Master Ubuyashiki wife for advice.

“Oh dear, you’re in love.”

Love? I’m in love?

You fell in love with your best friend. Was that even possible?

“It’s safe to say that I believe he feels the same. You should tell him.” Aname then told the story of her and Master Ubuyashiki, it was adorable.

While you asked, Muichiro went to the Flame and Sound Hashiras unsure if he was getting sick or something. The overwhelming feelings he had when they were together, even when he had forgotten meaningful moments.

It was so frustrating at times.

“You are in love with Y/N!” Kyrojuro announced accidentally with other Hashiras who gave each other “I told you so!”

Tengen nodded in agreement encouraging him “Muichiro, admit who you feel! In a very flashy way!”

“But what is the point if I could forget?”

Wouldn’t that be exhausting?

“You may forget memories, but you never forget those feelings you feel.”

During their training session, Y/N misstepped, causing yourself to trip and fall on top of Muichiro who caught you. Instead of having a hard impact, feeling the softness of his chest on your cheek, you immediately pulled away, of sheer embarrassment. “I-I-I’m s-“ “Y/N, I love you.”

“I-I love you too Muichiro.” You stuttered a bit as your cheeks were on fire. Was this really happening? You looked like a deer in headlights at this situation. Muichiro started caressing your cheek, your skin was so warm yet so soft.

‘When you love someone, you also kiss them!’ He remember what Mitsuri told him when he visited her for help too.

It didn’t help that he wasn’t experienced, but neither were you, you only knew about kissing through books you read. Closing his eyes, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. Though it was a little awkward, it gave you guys butterflies in your stomachs.

You for sure thought that Muichiro could hear your heart beating as if it was going to best out of your damn chest. One of your hand on his chest as the other tangled its fingers into his black and mint green hair. Pulling back, you both were blushing messes.

Is this what happiness feels like?

He combed back thoughtlessly back your loose hairs, clearing them away from your face. He swore that he could get lost in your eyes. The hand that gripped around your waist, he started tapping his fingers out of a nervous tick “um…I liked that a lot.”

“Me too,” immediately responding to him, you realized you both were still on the training grounds, “we can do more of it while we cook?”

Such a bold suggestion, you scowled yourself as you blushed harder.

“I’d like that.” Putting your weapons away, Muichiro grabbed your hand, unlocking your fingers together.

Is this what it means to be alive?

Y/N glanced at your hands, mouth open and eyes widen before giving his hand a little squeeze as you guys were on your way to his estate. Walking out the gates, the two of you teenagers didn’t see the other Hashiras who were on their way to the training grounds when they turned out of facility.

“Oh my god! Is that Muichiro and Y/N?!” Mitsuri cried out in awe and happiness seeing the two of you young lovers, “Obanai! Aren’t they so cute?!”

All the Hashiras had the same thought.

Wow. Muichiro Tokito was growing up.

Alright! I’ve had this one in my drafts for a while now so when y’all were voting for this one, I was too impatient to wait for the voting session to run out haha! I hope y’all enjoyed! 🩵

#muichiro tokito #demon slayer x reader #muichiro x you #kny muichiro #muichiro fluff #muichiro x reader

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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maybe straddling Eddie's thighs whilst he recovers from his demon bat injuries and drawing butterflies and bees and flowers onto his bandages? idk 🥺🥺🥺

omfg this is so fucking cute yes

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, sweet fluff, slight vulgar (?) humor

☆ word count: 869 ☆

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

"Stay still!"

You have to chastise your boyfriend for what feels like the millionth time, bare legs straddling his jean clad ones in an effort to lock him into place. Eddie's sat propped up against the headboard of his bed, gentle smile on his face as he murmurs a soft "sorry" into the air.

A faded Def Leppard song is playing in the background from the record player to which Eddie then faintly hums along to, fingers tapping alongside to the rhythm against your spread thighs. He looks a bit tired - slightly unkempt hair, dark pools under his eyes, calloused palms scarred black and blue. But he's medicated on ibruprofen and so long as you continue to sit on top of him - sweet strawberry and peach mix scent wafting from your hair - cautious fingers drawing flowers and honeybees onto the white gauze rolls wrapped around his chest...

Eddie doesn't think he can really complain.

Your eyebrows are furrowed in intense concentration as you quickly switch over from one watercolor marker to the next, each swipe of the marker tickling his healing and bruised skin underneath.

"What's the point of this again?" he questions softly, amused at how seriously you seem to be taking on this artistic endeavour. You gasp in mock offense, bottom lip pouting.

"You were the one that said, and I quote, these boring white bandage rolls make me look like a mummy."

He chuckles at that, your adamant attitude and soft disapproval sweet on his ears. It's made even better by the fact that he can see the hint of your lace panties peeking out from where your hellfire club shirt ends, fuzzy socks brushing against his exposed ankles whenever you turn your body to get a new angle to draw.

"Stop shifting or I'm gonna mess up this honeybee." you pout, pulling your head back down to finish the curve of the bee's wings.

Glancing down at his abdomen, he can see your masterpiece half-way done: purple butterflies flying over pink roses and orange tulips, yellow honeybees perched on green grass and even a black cat taking a stroll on the side.

"You're a real artist, princess." he compliments, leaning down to kiss you, but you dodge his kiss.

"I'm still not done." you counter, lightly batting his chest. He clutches his heart, faux pained expression on his face as he falls back down onto his bed.

"You won't even kiss your very injured, on-the-edge-of-his-life, gorgeous boyfriend? You wound me, pretty girl." he moans, thrashing lightly underneath you. "What shall I ever do, I think I have to call Gareth and the boys for back up-"

Rolling your eyes, you put the cap back on your marker before pressing a light kiss onto his lips, warm lips meeting his cold ones.

"There. Now could y-"

You're immediately interrupted by the metalhead suddenly overpowering you, flipping you to be under him, his arms propped up next to your head as you giggle at the sudden turn of events. The box of markers now lay scattered on the floor and he's quick to take the marker being held in your left hand and throw it against the wall too.

"Hey! What was that for?"

It's hard to be upset with him though, damn near impossible really, when he's grinning down at you with the force of a thousand suns, mischevious glint in his hazel eyes.

"You can finish your masterpiece later, angel. But I really need to kiss you right now."

Aspirations to finish the rest of your drawings is swiftly forgotten when his lips brush up against yours and you taste him in your mouth again. He's gentle with the way he cradles your face, fierce with how he presses into you lightly, sparing no room for air as he continues to dominate the liplock.

"I really like how you draw your butterflies by the way." he says, slightly out of breath from the intensity of the kiss. "But the bees? They could use a bit of work." Eddie teases, pulling away ever so slightly. You playfully roll your eyes in response, pointer finger trailing down his chest.

"Oh yeah? Well be thankful, Munson, because I could've drawn far worse. Henderson nearly paid me $10 to draw a penis on your chest."

"That little shit did what?" he gasps, betrayal burning in his irises.

"Relax! I didn't take the $10." you giggle. "I told him he'd need to give me at least $20 for me to do that."

"...You didn't pocket $20 from Dustin, did you?" he lowly questions, eyeing you up and down. He's pretending to be mad but the ghost of a smile on his lips gives him away, his carefree posture and ring clad fingers resting by your sides indicating he's ready to tickle you should you answer wrong.

You hum lightly, pretending to be deep in thought.

"If I say I did, but we use that money to order in pizza and fries, do I get a pass?" you tease, sitting up slowly.

He smirks at that, hands retracting to his sides. Hazel orbs glittering with adoration, his chapped lips press a quick kiss to your cheek.

"Well played, princess."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson #1k #2k

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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Babygirl imma need some more 2003 fast forward Dark Donnie pwease (preferably fluff with maybe slight angst)

Abyssal Emotions (Angst/Fluff)

Dark Donatello x reader

A/N: Babygirl? I haven’t been called that in a looong time. But if you wish for more Dark Donnie, you shall get it!🖤 It might have gotten a little more angsty than planned, but I still think it’s pretty cute💜

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With his and his brothers’ new life in Cody’s penthouse, Dark Donatello starts to experience many strange and confusing feelings whenever you’re around.

Warnings: Deep and confusing feelings.

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In the bustling metropolis of New York, the city streets were alive with vibrant neon colors of the street signs and the hum of machinery. Deep within the technological haven, hidden away from prying eyes, the dark turtles and their friends continued their new lives. Being freed from Darius Don, the dark turtles had been offered work by president Bishop, and given housing in Cody’s penthouse. It was a new and peaceful way of living. None of them ever had to fight over food, nor fear any punishment from their new master. It was the type of life that none of them ever thought they would be able to get. It was a wonderful life, better than any of them could ask for. Yet, within the heart of the penthouse, something far more complex was unraveling.

You, a close friend to the original turtles and now the dark turtles, had always shared a unique bond with Donatello. Back when the penthouse used to be the home of the turtles from the past, you would often spend time with Donnie in his lab, working away on whatever project he had going on. But with Dark Donnie, it was quite different.

Just like the man he was a clone of, Dark Donnie often found himself in the lab, working on his own projects. And you did just like you used to when the original turtles lived in the penthouse; you went into the lab to help Donnie with whatever he had going on. But while the original Donnie would had welcomed you into the lab with a big smile and a warm greeting, before telling you about what he had going on. Dark Donnie on the other hand, always looked somewhat confused whenever you walked into the lab. Maybe even slightly annoyed. It was as if he didn’t actually wanted anyone to be in the lab with him, yet he never told you to leave, or tried to get you out. Instead he would keep a slight distance from you, always making sure to have you in his line of view. You obviously found that a little odd, but you never spent too much time thinking about that. Dark Donnie and his brothers had been through a lot, and you figured that he was still getting used to having you around. But unbeknownst to you, Donnie was grappling with feelings that were both foreign and unsettling.

Dark Donnie liked and hated having you around. Whenever you were around him, he felt something. Something he knew wasn’t very kanabo like. He figured it came from his turtle side. He cursed his DNA source for having so many unnecessary feelings, that only served to get in the way of his work, and made him hyper aware of everything you did around him.

Late one night, you found yourself alone in the penthouse’s dimly lit common area, with the newest holographic best seller. The soft glow of computer screens reflected off the metallic surfaces, creating an otherworldly ambiance. Little did you know, Dark Donnie was watching you from the shadows. He had not been able to sleep, finding his thoughts circling around the unfinished machine sitting in the lab, just waiting for him to finish it. But as soon as he saw you on the couch, hologram page in hand and concentration on your face as you read, all thought about machines disappeared, making Donnie stop in his tracks, just staring at you.

His heart raced as he observed you, your every movement etching a vivid picture in his mind. It was then that he began to acknowledge the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him – a mixture of longing, warmth, and an unspoken desire. The complexity of a strange feeling. A concept he did not fully understand yet, but still it haunted him day in and day out.

Unable to bear the weight of his emotions any longer, Dark Donnie emerged from the shadows, revealing himself to you. If anybody knew what he was feeling, it must be you. It was you that had caused them, and you knew the source of where he got the capability to feel these things. It was only logical. It made sense. You had to know the answers he was looking for.

His eyes, usually cold and calculating, betrayed a hint of vulnerability as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "I need to talk to you".

“Okay”, you smiled back at him, causing his heart to leap once more. There it was again. And it only kept going as he watched you turn off the hologram and scoot over, tapping on the couch as a sign for him to sit down.

Dark Donnie poured his heart out to you. He confessed the turmoil within him, the struggle to reconcile his logical mind with the newfound emotions that threatened to consume him. And how it confused him. At times it even scared him. He could lose track of the whole world around him with his feelings, and it terrified him. Yet, for some strange reason, he liked the feeling. Even though it at times caused him immense stress, it also seemed to lighten up the world around him. Causing adrenaline to pump through his veins. It was an addicting feeling, and that scared him. He did not know what this was, and he could already feel himself craving more of it.

You listened attentively, realizing the gravity of his confession. The angst within him was palpable, but so too was the undeniable connection he felt towards you, even if it wasn’t apparent to him yet. In that moment, you made a choice – to help him navigate the complexities of these feelings. The complexities of love.

Donnie was startled to say the least, when you told him what these feelings was called. He got uncomfortable. His fingers moved as if they did not know what to do with themselves. Turtle clone or not, Kanabos did not feel love for what wasn’t Kanabo. And you, a human, was most definitely not Kanabo.

“It’s okay, Donnie”, you said, placing a hand on Donatello’s uneasy fingers, causing his eyes to snap towards you. Affectionate touches was not common for him and his brothers. They never hugged, and they must suddenly never laid a hand upon another when comforting them. But yet, he liked the feeling of your hand against his. It made his fingers calm in their movement, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. “You’re a living being. And most living beings feel these things”.

“How do I make it go away?”, the kanabo clone asked. “Sometimes it feels like standing in the sun for too long. It is hot, and I just want to hide in the shadows, but…” He paused for a moment, looking at your fingers, before he dared curling his hand around yours, his big claw-like hands careful against your small soft ones. “... It is also nice…”

“Do you really want it to go away?”, you asked, your thumb stroking his hand. You could see the effect your soft touch had on the tall turtle, as he slowly sunk in his posture, finally giving in and relaxing at the feeling of your thumb on his skin.

“No”. He once again focused on your hand in his. “But can I control it?”

“To a degree”, you answered, watching as Donnie turned to you with a questioning look. He wanted to know how. “You give in”.

“Kanabos doesn’t give in”, he huffed, turning his gaze away.

“What about those that are part Kanabo?” You placed your other hand on his arm, causing him to look at you once more. “You have to remember your other half”.

Donnie sat for a moment, thinking about your words. You were right. He knew it. He couldn’t keep walking around and ignore his other half. “How do I give in?”

“Do you trust me?”, you asked with a sincere look in your eyes.

Donnie didn’t have to think about the answer. He started nodding before he even was aware of it. “Yes”.

You sat up, so your knees were digging into the couch, bringing you to the same height as Donatello. He almost forgot to breathe once he realized how close to him you were. As your hands found his face, your small touches on his cheeks made his head spin. So far, he did not feel any control, but he could not deny how much he liked it.

He did not know what to do when you leaned in closer, your face so close he could feel your breath against his face. But for some reason he liked it. Instinctively reaching out to hold your shoulder, holding you close as your lips met his. Donnie could not explain the feeling inside of him. It was as if all the pain and confusion he had felt disappeared, only to leave back a feeling of happiness and content. Unconsciously his arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer. You pulled from the kiss with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, so you could watch his face.

“Are you feeling better now?”, you asked, a bright smile shining onto Donnie’s face.

“Much better”, Dark Donnie smiled, showing off his white sharp teeth. “But can we do it again?”

“We can do it as often as you like”, you smiled, leaning your face closer to him once more.

“Much better”, he hummed, before catching your lips once more. From now on, he would look forward to every moment with you in the lab.

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cardansriddle · 2 years

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Hi:) Could you do prompt #19 where reader gets very frustrated because they’re taking on too much (a lot of school work, pressure from family, and people acting mean/rude to them, then Tom tries to understand what shes going through by telling them to “let their anger out”?

His Comfort - Tom Riddle (1K celebration mini-shot)

warnings: none. just fluff.

A/N: did not proofread, so apologies for any mistakes. also, I'm posting this half drunk so bear with me..

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The library hummed with the sound of pages turning and little whispers of students as the exam period got closer and closer. Your back was hunched in the uncomfortable chair that you were sitting on, devouring bits and pieces of information from the textbook in front of you. Your fingers were aching from the pressure of the quill digging into them as you wrote continuously, and you were sure you could feel a little bump starting to form on your index and middle fingers.

You sighed as you flipped another page, and scribbled another note down on your almost full parchment, all while attempting tediously to hold your drooping eyes open. Exhaustion did not even come close to describing the state you were in. The state you had been in for the past month.

A timid call of your name brought you back to reality as you rose your head to see who had interrupted you.

"It is almost curfew time. You should head back and sleep. You have studied enough for today." Aaliyah nudged you gently, brushing back a few strands of hair behind your ear as she gazed at you worriedly.

"It is not nearly enough." You bit back in reply. "Why are you here?"

She rose her brow in disbelief at your curtness. "You are acting like a proper arse right now. What is up with you?"

You huffed, turning back to your book and avoiding the girl's eyes. "I am fine."

A moment passed where neither of you uttered a word.

"Is there anything else?" You glanced up at her expectantly, wishing she would leave you be.

Aaliyah stumbled over her words before she shook her head and reached into her robe pocket. "A letter arrived for you from your parents today when you missed the feast."

You took the letter from her and nodded. "Thanks. You may leave now, I need to concentrate."

She opened her mouth to speak again but you held up a hand and beat her to it. "Look, I appreciate the concern. I really do. But I cannot rest until I finish this."

"I understand. But self-destruction does not entail success." She muttered lowly before she departed, leaving you in solitude with your thoughts. Your eyes fell on the unopened letter on the desk, your name written upon it delicately by your parents. With a frown, you tore the letter in half and ignited it on fire.

What was the point in reading it if you already knew the contents inside? They had been writing the same thing in every single letter and you had enough of it. Their demands that you focus on your studies and not bring shame on their name had been echoing in your mind throughout your life like a constant reminder.

Your eyes drooped as you got back to your essay. Your fingers struggled to hold the quill and as a result of your loss of concentration and exhaustion, a drop of the ink landed right in the middle of the parchment.

A frustrated groan escaped your throat as you tightened your hand on your quill, causing it to snap in half from the pressure. "Fuck."

"Reparo." A low masculine voice sounded from your left. "Shall I give you detention for being out past curfew?"

Despite the circumstances, a small smile made its way onto your lips. "Tom." You said as you raised your head to look at him. His hair tumbled on his forehead in perfect waves, looking perfect even at that hour. His eyes were cast down to gaze at your not-so-perfect form with a disapproving gaze.

"You are over-exerting yourself."

"Says the Mr Perfect Student. You always skip meals to study. Why is it wrong when I do it?"

The lines on his forehead creased as he furrowed his brows. "I only skip when it is necessary. You, however, miss almost every meal. That is not wise."

"Tom, you know how my parents are."

"Yes. But most of all, I know how you are. And I am quite confident you can pass your exams without all this...carelessness."

"But they—" Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as your thoughts kept drifting to your parents. Your hands balled up into fists as you attempted to keep your emotions at will.

Tom, the ever-observant wizard, noticed your frustration and with a small sigh sat in the chair next to yours. His palm rose to rest on your back. "Why do you bottle all this up? Talk to me."

You let out a humourless laugh. "I know you do not want that. I would not wish to lay my burdens out in the open for you when I know you do not—"

"Stop." He commanded, his tone harsh but low. "You are stupid if you think I do not have an ounce of care for you."

You had to look away from his piercing, yearnest gaze.

"Let your anger out. Do not let it build up and poison you."

"How? How do I unburden myself?"

"Piece by piece. Scream if you have to. Tear your parchments if it helps." He said before the corner of his lip quirked up. "Or my favourite one is to hex someone into oblivion."

The small laugh you emitted this time was a genuine one. Your smile remained on your face as you sensed his hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner. "Who knew the great Tom Riddle was so good at comforting people?" You teased him.

He huffed in response, his hand travelling to cup the space between your cheek and neck. "Do not get used to it. Or I might hex you as well."

"Oh, he has a sense of humour too!"

The smirk on his face shifted to form a genuine smile. "It is my most well-kept secret."

You put your own palm over the back of his hand that was still on your jaw and nuzzled your face into his warm skin. He leaned closer to rest his forehead against yours and you wished you could freeze the moment for eternity.

"Come. You must rest now." He whispered, the breath of his skin fanning your face. He brushed his lips against yours for a small moment and in his kiss, you felt warm.

"Tom?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

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moonydustx · 7 months

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okay i take a medicine that if i don’t take i turn into a raging bitch and i just want to know how pedro would react if you forgot to take it and you are being mean to him without trying and at first he takes it to heart but then it dawns on him that you only act like that when you don’t take it ❤️ also i LOVE your writing so much it’s so good!!

Thank you very much for the request, I really hope you like it. I can really visualize Pedro as not only a very understanding person, but also the type of person who supports and accompanies your every need. Sorry for possible errors. ❤️

Bad day

Summary: Whose genius idea was it to leave a thousand problems to solve all at once? Or when a bad day makes you and your love realize that there is a small piece missing.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Warnings: arguments and more arguments but with a fluff and happy ending. very brief mention of sex. reader takes medication. mentions the reader working in the fashion industry.

WC: 1.3k

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You really didn't expect to wake up with the sun shining in your face. It wasn't normal for the sun to appear at five in the morning. You fumbled for your cell phone and felt your soul practically leaving your body when you saw the display showing that it was eleven in the morning. Shit, you were late.

Not paying much attention to being alone in the room, you rolled out of bed and straight into the shower, bathing yourself as quickly as you could. It was difficult trying to concentrate your body on getting ready while your mind thought about the delay, the models you needed to pick up, your appointment time, all the other problems in the universe. A lot of things, little time.

You stuffed everything you needed into your backpack and wearing the first clothes you found - which would probably make you lose your job at the studio - you descended the stairs like a hurricane.

"Good morning babe." You heard it from the kitchen and responded, not realizing that the answer had only remained in your mind.

Meeting, sketches, consultation. Who had the great idea of scheduling everything for just one Saturday? As you ran from one destination to another, you felt your cell phone vibrate.

"Hey love." Pedro's voice echoed.

"Hey." you said dejectedly, while dodging some people on the sidewalk. "Something happened?"

"I wanted to know if everything is okay? You left, didn't talk to me, didn't even say good morning."

"I didn't answer?"

"Baby, you just flew through the living room door." you were sure you had answered. His voice sounded understanding at least.

"I'm sure... Anyway, is that all there is to it? I'm super busy right now."

"Okay, shall we talk later?" he asked and only an "Okay" left your lips.

As soon as the call ended, an avalanche of thoughts emerged. That would be a busy day and you still had material to deliver today.

The sun was already starting to set when you stopped in front of the door of your house. From your house. Despite having spent the day outside, there were still issues to be resolved, which already left your blood boiling.

When you open the door, you can find Pedro lying on the sofa, busy with something on his cell phone.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he set the device aside, giving you his full attention. "I almost didn't see you today."

"Everything's fine, just a lot of stuff to sort out. The fall show is coming up and there's still stuff to produce." you indicated the huge folder in your hand.

Without paying much more attention, you went to your office and dumped the folder under the table and began to organize some ready-made sketches, others still in the beginning.

"Did you eat today? I can make you something if you want." Pedro's requesting voice caught your attention. He was leaning against the door, analyzing you.

"I do not need it, thank you."

"Why do I get the feeling that something is wrong?" he asked, entering the room and dodging some scattered fabrics. "Is really everthing fine?"

"Yes." you replied halfheartedly, trying to refocus.

"Julia asked me to remind you to make an appointment with her." he warned, pulling practically the last thread of concentration that existed in you. "She wants to make sure everything looks right with her party dress."

"Yes. Remind her that we both have the same training, the same knowledge and I don't need her to be a babysitter about my choices." The words almost involuntarily left your lips. A small inner voice screamed at you have you gone crazy?

"What the...I'm tired, what the hell is happening to you today?" Pedro seemed indignant and there was some side inside you that wouldn't take away his reason.

"I need time and space to do my things. I'm sorry if I can't give my full attention to Julia or whatever, if I forgot to reply to your good morning today." your voice rose a few tones.

Pedro's face showed that it wouldn't end well. The voice in your mind was already begging you please shut up.

"Not everything is about you or the sudden lack of manners you decided to have."

"Pedro, I really don't want to talk about this right now. I'm full of work."

"You really don't want to talk about this, do you? You really don't want to talk about shit today!"

You tried to ignore the harsh tone of voice he had, one you weren't used to hearing. You thought about retorting, about asking for a little space, but you didn't understand what was going on in your own mind. You just watched him leave towards the room, while looking at your drawings again.

You tried to create, you tried to work but it seemed impossible. Some piece didn't fit, some piece was lost and your brain seemed even more lost, unable to find it.

What took you away from the focus you were trying to have on the pile of papers in front of you was a small noise a few centimeters away, right after another similar noise. You could feel the presence of Pedro, who remained just a few seconds behind you in silence, leaving you alone and without time to respond. When you looked up, the first thing you found was a glass full of water, next to your little pot of pills. Shit.

Since the name of the medicine was written in huge letters, the only thing you could read there was Guilty. That explained a lot about your day.

You turned the bottle of pills over in your hand, taking the necessary amount and let the weight on your conscience lay you down on the papers and wait a few minutes.

You could feel the effect take over your body, your mind, which was previously a mess, seemed to organize all the thousand problems into small folders, your vision was clearer than it had been at any point that day. There was a problem marked as a priority in your mind.

You went up the stairs and found Pedro concentrated, choosing a t-shirt to wear. His wet hair and the steam coming from the bathroom indicated that he had recently gotten out of the shower. Before he could see you, your arms wrapped around his waist and your face rested on his back.

"I'm sorry about today, I've been a jerk all day." your voice was muffled by the strength you used in the hug. "I don't want to blame the medicine, but I forgot about it today."

"It's okay, my love. I think I went a little too far too" he turned around, returning the hug you were giving him. His hands were lost in your hair, your face now resting on his chest. "Tough days, huh?"

"The closer it gets to the day of the fashion show, the more anxious I get." You pulled away to face him. "How did you know it was the medicine?"

"You always forget it in the sink, next to my shampoo, which I always forget too. Today I saw that my shampoo was missing its favorite companion. Besides, I like to keep an eye on you, young lady." He laughed, caressing your face. Your guilty look made it clear that everything wasn't okay. "Hey, it's okay to forget, besides, fights happen."

"It's not okay for me to be a complaining bitch."

"I understand, with so much going on, but one bad day isn't going to make me love you less."

"How can I thank you for this? Or, I don't know, apologize."

"A dinner, a wine..." he said in a suggestive tone, eliciting a light laugh from you.

"Really? That's all?"

"I mean, they say make-up sex is some of the best." His lips went down to your neck, but only placing a chaste kiss. "I'm kidding darling, you need a break, you need to lay that pretty little head of yours to rest."

"I just need you."

"Lucky for you, a shot of Pedro always goes well with wine." He laughed, quickly taking your lips to his. "I love you, mi vida"

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ashisgreedy · 7 months

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Richard Jackdaw xF!MC

“In Your Best Nightmares.”

WC: 4,800

"If another ghost would dare to tell me he likes you, I'll have none of it; and, if a mortal man tries to steal you, I'll haunt his dreams."

"If you can haunt their dreams… then why don’t you visit me in mine?"

MC makes her way through the streets of Hogsmead delicately clutching a small parcel to her chest. Her feet pound the cobblestone as lanterns light her path back to her hamlet, a pleasant floral aroma wafting from the bag in her hands. She was two galleons lighter as she smiled into the night air, her cloak flowing behind her as her home grew in the distance.

“I got it!” She exclaimed, busting her front door open and yelling into the darkness.

She took a few deep breaths and watched the ghost of Richard Jackdaw float languidly down the short hallway from her bedroom.

“They had some in stock?” He smiled, nearing her with curious eyes. He looked down at the small bag in her hands and tried to take a whiff. He frowned when nothing accosted his senses.

“Yes! The shopkeeper said she had even more Blue Lotus flowers in case I wanted more later.” MC smiled and lifted her hand out to the apparition. It melted into his form as she gave him a wide smile. “She said it was guaranteed to produce results as long as I drank enough for my tolerance, that is.”

Richard moved toward her hand, as if he were leaning into her touch, and gazed into her wide eyes. “Well, this first night will be the test run, I suppose. We shall see how much Blue Lotus flower you must take first to induce lucidity.”

“Richard…” She took a deep breath and slid her fingertips in the air along his jawline. “I can’t wait. I want to take it right now and try to fall asleep.”

Jackdaw smiled and let out a small laugh “My dear, it is still early and you’ve yet to have dinner. Please, eat and go about your nightly routine as normal. Trust me, I won’t forget to remind you about the flower.” His hand moved to her face and she felt a tingle of ice race down her spine. It was a very welcome feeling and something she’d grown fond of since their ‘relationship’ had continued past graduation. She agreed and set the parcel down on her small dining table for now.

Soon, the evening was in full swing. She lit the fireplace and cooked a meal for one in the kitchen as Richard made conversation. He watched her saute mushrooms over her shoulder. Telling her how he’d love to kiss her cheek at this moment, smiling pleasantly when she blushed.

Despite their relationship being full of “If I could’s” and “Where I able’s”, they’d managed a mostly ‘normal’ relationship in their eyes. Albeit, sometimes one or both were frustrated with their predicament, they still managed to work through it and continue in their blissful dream a bit longer.

The question “How long could this possibly last?” hung silently in the air, always unspoken but appearing as a look or even a gesture between them. It couldn’t end just yet, MC was sure of what she wanted. She wanted Richard for as long as they were both happy… or as happy as a phantom and a human could possibly be. Their relationship heavily weighted on emotional support between the two. Richard was her rock in any situation, happy or sad. They grew together and learned how to comfort one another with their words and fill the other's hearts despite touch and warmth being out of the picture.

Tonight's idea, however, could hopefully change their relationship in ways they’d only imagined. He made it known that an ability of his was to find himself in her dreams most nights. It took concentration and effort, but when he took the time to do so, he was able to witness her dreams as if he were part of it. MC rarely remembered her dreams, but one fateful night, when she’d gone to bed well past 3 a.m., she had a short lucid dream that caused something to change. She could see him clear as day, entirely human. She’d woken up, of course, and hugged her pillow tight as they both excitedly recounted their experience. They needed to try that again and for much longer than a few measly seconds.

When dinner was over, she entered her nightly bath. She poured copious amounts of lavender salts, and other calming herbs, to help aid her body in an easy and deep sleep.

Once she was dried off, she rubbed moisturizer over her parched skin and changed into a comfortable silk nightgown. Revisiting the parcel on the table, she peeled it open and removed three dried flowers.

“Starting out strong?” Jackdaw smiled from where he floated above the table.

“I don't want to risk it not working…” She added the fragrant flowers to a teapot and closed the lid.

“We have all the time in the world,” Richard reassured her. “We can try this every night, spirit willing.” He chuckled.

“And body willing,” She started a boiling pot of water on the stove. “I fear lucid dreaming may not be as deep of a sleep as I need… but I don’t rightfully care at the moment.” A grin split her face as all the possibilities filled her mind. They could be anywhere in reality and of their own creation bound only by their imagination. And, hopefully, they could do anything within those dimensions as they saw fit.

“You’ll care when your work suffers the next day.” He moved to the table and looked down at the book that started it all ‘Lucid Dreaming, The Induction Method.’ It was full of recipes and techniques to induce lucid dreaming in those who were unable to do so or didn’t have time to train their minds to do it naturally. The most promising method was making tea out of the Blue Lotus flower. It was known for causing Lucid dreaming and also a mild hallucinogen if taken in large doses.

“Depends on how good the dream is, I may have no regrets whatsoever.” She shot him a playful wink and brought the boiling kettle to her teapot and filled it slowly, making sure not to splash. “You don’t sound very excited.” She accused in a playful tone. She knew Richard well and his tendency to keep people, things, or ideas at arm's length until they proved themselves worthy of his time. This idea was no different. He wouldn’t be truly bubbling over with excitement until it was proven that it could work in the way they’d hoped.

“I am ecstatic, Darling. I assure you.” He gave her a small bow of his head. “I apologize if I don’t come off as such…”

MC watched the clock, waiting for 5 minutes to tick by for the petals to steep, as instructed by the shopkeeper.

“It’s alright, Dear. I know, in your phantasmal heart, you’re practically leaping for joy.”

With that, Richard's mood rose. “You’re smile is contagious as ever. Your excitement is my excitement. Tonight, we will meet each other in your dreams.” He reached out to caress her face, hand phasing through the skin.

She nodded, a surefire smile on her face as she waited for the minutes to tick by.

As the petals finished steeping, MC poured the lilac liquid into a mug. It smelled of honeysuckle and an assortment of fresh-cut berries. She blew on the steaming liquid and took a timid sip. “Mmm! Not bad!” She said, taking another larger sip. The tea tasted as good as it smelled and she had no trouble taking large gulps.

Richard grinned and crossed his arms. “Well, at least it's not repugnant.”

She pointed at him as if she agreed and took a few more deep gulps.

“Don’t drown yourself, Dear.” He shook his head, laughing a bit as she downed the rest of the tea.

“I will drink the second one slower.” She assured, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. She poured the second cup of tea and held the mug in her hands. “Shall we be off to bed then?” She quirked a brow with a grin.

“We shall,” He offered his arm as a gesture to escort her to bed for the night. She happily pretended to take his arm and they walked down the hall to her room.

“The tea is making me feel a bit hot, I'm going to keep the covers off for now.” She took a large gulp of the tea and sat it on her bedside table.

“Where shall we try to go?” Richard floated through the room to the unoccupied side of the bed. “The book said, focus on a place until you can visualize it and allow it to build around you in your dream.” Richard sat on the bed next to her weightlessly.

“I was thinking, something as simple as just our bedroom?” She gestured to the familiar space. “I can easily visualize this. If this works, we can go to more complicated places next time.” She yawed, fluffing her pillow as she rested her head on it.

Jackdaw reclined back against the headboard with a wistful gaze. “Shall I sing you to sleep?” He jokingly offered.

“Oh god, no.” She laughed and lay on her side, facing him. “If I wanted to listen to a goose strangling itself, I’d go to upper Hogsfield.”

Richard balked at her comment. “Alright, Alright,” He laughed. “No singing then. Maybe I can tell you a bedtime story?”

MC yawned again and blinked her bleary eyes. The hot lavender bath and the tea settling in her belly seemed to be doing the work of making her whole body relax. She gazed out her bedroom window and focused on the twinkling stars in the night sky.

“I think I will be asleep soon, my dear.” She yawed again, kicking the blankets to the side. “Meet me in my dream, will you?”

“Of course, my love. I will be there.”

His smile was the last thing she saw before closing her eyes. Her breathing was steady and soft, as her whole body relaxed. Soon, she was slipping into the land of dreams.

Darkness prevailed as her mind floated in space. There was a whisper in the distance and MC blinked into the abyss. There was nothing but the void as she slowly became conscious of her surroundings. Another sound came from behind her and she moved her head.

“Hello?” She called out, her voice feeling inadequate in the vastness of the space.

“MC…” The masculine voice came again.

“That's my name.” She said straining her eyes to try and see anything from where the voice was coming from.

“Visualize! Remember?” The voice was closer. “Visualize the bedroom.”

She was confused and let the words wash over her. “The bedroom? What bedroom?" Her mind wandered.

“Visualize your bed.” The voice was right behind her. She spun again but no one was there.

The longer she was in that space, the more memories flooded into her head. She knew that voice. “Oh… right.”

“Remember? The tea? You’re dreaming.” Richard’s voice rang out from all around.

“I’m dreaming!” With her realization, the ground beneath her faded and she was falling. It didn’t feel scary to her, it was exhilarating as the butterflies swarmed in her tummy. She smiled and began to visualize her room. She pictured the bookcase in the corner, the lamp to her right, and the window showing off her small garden on the left.

Soon swirls of blue began to move around the edges of her vision. Her falling slowed to a hover and her room began to form around her. She visualized the navy blue bedsheets and the fuzzy plush carpet, her ceiling with one exposed wooden beam through the middle.

Before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of her familiar bedroom. Things were off, like a candle stick instead of a lamp. The bookshelf was empty instead of filled to the brim with collectibles and knickknacks from her adventures.

A knock came over the door and she flinched. She walked over curiously, feet sliding over the plush carpet as her heart raced. Who could be trying to enter her bedroom this late at night?

“Hello? Who’s there?!” She asked, hand squeezing the bronze knob.

“It’s me, darling.” Richard's voice was muffled by the door. “I-...” His voice trailed off. “It’s your boyfriend.”

Her mind snapped into place. Oh, she was dreaming, and she was lucid! Very lucid! She lifted her hands to her face and made fists. She had all 10 fingers and toes. She was MC, and this was a dream she induced herself. “Ha!”

She swung the door open and smiled at the man on the other end. He was devastatingly handsome, standing several inches taller than herself. His brown wavy hair was perfectly styled. He wore clothes that were several years out of fashion as he clasped his hands at his waist.

“Boyfriend?” She grinned up at him. “I didn’t think we had a label.”

Richard’s features were twisted with emotion as he reached out for her. “Would you like a label?” He asked, stepping closer and finally, finally, touching her face.

MC’s chest squeezed as she closed her eyes allowing the first feeling of his warm touch to wash over her. “Oh.” She bit her lip to stop it from quivering as he caressed her cheek. Not a single chill down her spine, nor an icy prickle on the back of her neck.

His hand moved through her hair and he looked every bit as misty-eyed as she was.

“Your hair…” He let it fall between his fingers “It’s so soft, like silk.”

She cupped his face, brushing a thumb under his eye. “You’re eyes are such a pretty shade.”

A warm smile grew over Jackdaw's face, his dark lashes fanning as he looked down at her hands cupping his cheeks. “I’ve never gotten that compliment before having brown eyes.” His voice wavered with emotion.

“There's a hint of gold flecks in the center…” She added, moving closer to take him into an embrace while still gazing into his eyes. They wrapped their arms around one another, pressing their foreheads together. Richard's hand ran up and down the center of her back, gliding along her silk night dress.

She drank in his corporeal features, very solid, and very vivid. His skin was pale, and smooth, with a single thin scar dashing through his right eyebrow. She smiled and lovingly rubbed the tiny blemish with her thumb.

He drank in a shaky breath “I just want to hold you for as long as I can.”

The bed springs creek under their combined weight as they settle into the mattress. Finally, Richard was able to occupy the empty space meant for him on their bed.

MC giggled, feeling his arms wrap tight around her and their legs twine together.

“It worked… it actually worked.” She whispered, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She played with a piece of his dark wavy hair as his large hand splayed over her stomach.

“It worked… I-I can’t even describe how I’m feeling at this moment.” His eyes looked between both of hers and then down to her lips. “I never want this to end…”

“We have all night…” She answers, leaning in closer to his face.

“I long to feel every bit of you, my love. I don’t want to stop until I’ve memorized every inch of your body.” He leaned in as well, taking a breath before pressing his lips to hers.

There it was, the spark… The spark she’d always known was there between them, waiting to be ignited. As their lips met in a new angle, fireworks went off in her heart. It was a profound understanding, a soul-deep knowing, that they were weaved for one another by something much greater than their minds could possibly imagine.

Richard's hand moved to hold the back of her head, holding her into his searing kiss. His brows were knitted, and she wondered if being here like this took more concentration than he’d previously led on.

“Richard,” She pulled away, worried he might disappear from the dream entirely if they kept on, but his lips slammed back into hers in an instant.

“I can’t stop, I’m addicted.” He spoke between kisses, slipping his tongue past her lips. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted since I met you.”

She welcomed it, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved to hover over top of her. If he wasn’t concerned, she would not bear the worry as well.

His weight, his precious weight, pressed against her as his soft lips captured hers over and over. It wasn’t long before she was drunk on his kisses, sighing and breathing heavier than before. This was much better than the countless times she’d envisioned this moment.

His hair brushed her cheeks as he moved his lips down her jaw to her ear. He tugged on her lobe gently, nibbling over the cuff of the cartilage.

“Ah…” She let out a pleasurable noise.

“Hm… sensitive ears?” He whispered, running his tongue along the outline. “Let’s see what else I can get away with.” He teased, kissing his way down the curve of her neck.

She gasped when his lips lightly sucked the skin. “Oh… thats nice…” Chills rushed down her arm.

He moved to kiss her shoulder, lips quirked into a small smile. “I want to know every part of you that makes you gasp, my Darling. So that I may kiss every one of those parts over and over until you are breathless and wanting.”

A sense of pride came over her realizing she made the impossible possible again. She wasn’t sure she’d share this new knowledge with others. Would there be many people who would have the need to touch someone who's long since departed?

His hands moved along her frame, touching every inch of her as he promised. He met her lips again while his hand squeezed her thigh. “Must I ask?”

“No, keep going.” She answered confidently. "And don't stop."

Smooth hands inched their way up her night dress and her heart hammered away in her chest in anticipation of his next move. Her hands moved up and down his back, gently rubbing and caressing him as their tongues mingled.

Their actions were that of two lovers separated for too long and finally coming together at last. Richard’s hands had not stopped, pushing her night dress up until her stomach was exposed. He broke the kiss, eyes connecting with hers. She felt weightless in the wake of his gaze, a look of adoration and starvation riddled his features.

“I love you.” He whispered, his warm hand cupping the side of her face. “I love you more every minute of every day and fall head over heels for you with every smile you give me.”

“Richard…” She swallows the lump that is growing in her throat. “I love you too, and in all things. I love and desire you the most.”

He smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners of the expression. “If I could grow old with you, I would. And if you want to live out a life with me in your dreams, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

They were both smiling now, hugging one another and squeezing tight. She memorized the full sensation of him in her arms, the weight of him pressed against her chest, and the softness of his waves tickling her skin.

“I don’t want this night to end.” The words Richard spoke hung in the air.

“Me neither.” She pulled back, pushing his hair out of his face. “I’m actually curious about some things…” She admitted.

“Such as?” His brow quirked playfully.

“I want to know what you like.”

Understanding washed over his features. “I want to know what you like first.” He kissed her jaw then her neck and that spot on her ear that made her squirm.

She laughed, but the sound quickly turned to a gasp when his lips latched onto the skin and lightly sucked. The thin strap of her nightdress was easy to slip down her shoulders. He stopped kissing her. “I want this off.” He indicated the night dress with a tug.

She nodded eagerly. He sat back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt while she easily slipped the silk dress off and tossed it to the side. He stopped before he got to the last button and raked his eyes over her nude frame. Swallowing thickly, he pushed off his own shirt and moved to kiss from her neck down to her chest. His hands joined his expedition, moving to cup her breasts just as his lips found their way to them.

She touched his pale skin, nails scratching at his back the more pleasurable his mouth felt on her breasts. He took his time, his tongue sliding this way and that, moving in every way possible to find the one that made her moan the loudest. He was studying her body, needing to know precisely how she liked it to use that to his advantage.

Her fingers twined in his hair, pushing him gently to urge him to go lower. Not much else was needed to make Richard move lower. He was eagerly kissing a trail down her body to make it to his goal.

This was a new side of Richard she’d never seen, of course. Something swelled in her heart watching his never-before-seen actions play out in front of her. There was only so far fantasies could go, but they would never tell you the nuances of the situation. Before this night, she would have never known how his kisses left fire in their wake. How he hummed in pleasure after making her moan. Or how soft his tongue’s touch would be once he found her clit.

She fisted the sheets, legs trembling on either side of his body. Richard rested on his stomach, using both hands and his mouth to please her. One hand caressed her thigh, keeping it open enough for him to get close enough to pleasure her. His other hand ran up and down her slit, gently touching and caressing her most intimate parts while his lips and tongue focused on her clit.

His soft hums and delicate licks sent sparks through her body. It was easy to get lost and forget this was all one big lucid dream. The tea had made it feel extremely real. If it wasn’t for the small nuances that were different in the room and the fact her ghostly boyfriend was now a solid man, she could have easily been fooled into thinking this was reality. She tossed her head back wishing this could be her waking life as well. She was quick to bury that wish, replacing it with just being grateful for the opportunity they were given.

His finger slid inside her entrance, slowly moving in and out. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him there, silently begging him not to stop. Waves of pleasure washed over her skin. She wondered if this was how it would really feel or if the dream was amplifying the sensations. Her stomach muscles clenched, preparing for an eminent release. The excitement her body felt having her ghostly boyfriend now physically touching her built the pleasure faster than she was used to.

Before long, his two fingers were curling inside just how she liked it causing her back to arch off the bed. She moaned his name and he rewarded her with faster movements and gentle sucking. That was all she needed to skyrocket over the edge. Her body came alive. The room blurred before becoming solid again. She focused on his tongue placement, the feeling of his warm hand rubbing her thigh and on his other hand with two fingers stroking her inside while the orgasm rushed through her.

Once the release ended, Richard took his time kissing up and down her thighs. Her heart rate started to come back down slowly, but he remained low, kissing every inch of her skin. After a time, he made his way up with a trail of kisses, wavy brown strands tickling her skin as he did. It wasn’t until he got to her mouth that he spoke again. “I want you.”

“I want you too.” She replied. It was a breathless exchange as the couple turned to face one another side by side. His trousers were discarded along with any shoes and socks he’d been wearing. She kissed him passionately, hoping the sun was still hours from rising.

Richard’s hand smoothed down her back until he met her thigh. With a gentle pull, he hooked her leg over his waist and moved in closer. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, her fingers ran through his hair. She was still so surprised by how saturated the color was. His usual faded form washed out all his color making it difficult to visualize what he had looked like when he was alive.

It was slow and gentle the way he pressed inside of her. She felt full in an instant and grasped at his shoulder. He paused, gazing at her for a long moment. “Are you okay?” He asked, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

She nodded, forcing herself to take a deep breath. “Yes, yes.” She kissed his pale shoulder, trailing her lips to his neck. “I am perfectly fine.”

She felt him shudder when her lips trailed over his neck. She kissed the shell of his ear and noticed his breath catch. It was a delight learning all these new things about the man she’d been sharing her life with for years now. Her lips met the curve of his jaw before capturing him in another heated kiss.

Richard’s hand grasped her backside, bracing her body for his thrusts. Their moans of pleasure were muffled by one another's lips. He didn’t lose control, and, instead, went at a slow steady pace. The two’s skin began to grow clammy the longer they made love in her dream. She wondered for just a moment if her skin in the outside world was just as warm. His body, his voice, and his passion all washed over her and soon she was unable to think of anything else but how real this moment felt between them.

They lay like that for what felt like hours. The tea doing its job of keeping her deep in this lucid dream with her partner. The dream didn’t start to fade until the sun was already well into the sky. It poured into her room through the window overlooking her small garden.

Her focus faded from the dream and back into her lit bedroom. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and let out a yawn. Her lips instantly curled into a smile, and a profound sense of fulfillment and joy filled her chest. Her nightstand was decorated with her familiar lamp and abandoned cup of tea from the night before. She glanced over at the bookshelf that was now full again with all the knickknacks she’d acquired over the years. She was sure she was back in the waking world once again.

She turned over on the bed and noticed Richard’s translucent form resting next to her. His back was against the headboard, arms crossed and eyes closed as if he were sleeping. She could only imagine just how much concentration infiltrating someone's dream could be, let alone being an active member of it.

She swiped her hand through his form and he immediately roused, uncrossing his feet. His eyes fluttered open and a bigger smile than she’d seen in a while was plastered on it.

Despite not being able to hug him at this moment, she felt closer to Richard than ever. They easily slipped into a conversation about how the experience felt for them and what they’d like to try next time. Not even an ill word from her mother could wipe the smile off her face. Even if the whole world was against them and their unusual relationship, at least she knew that their love transcended the boundaries of life and death. Where there was love, there was a way, and nothing could take that away from them.

She would treasure every moment with him, in waking and in her dreams. There was nothing they couldn’t do despite it being unconventional. She thought about how they could arguably do more than a normal couple could making her deep sense of love feel even more nurtured and reassured. Nothing could keep them apart. Not time, nor space, nor death itself.

#richard jackdaw #richard jackdaw x mc #richard jackdaw smut #smutober 23

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caramelstarlight · 10 months

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I shall keep requesting, fellow Nari fan! Alright, Cyno x reader and Cyno finds out the reader is the designer of TCG cards (character, summons, food, etc.)

sure go ahead. You’re the reason why this is alive lmao.

Very interesting… maybe he came searching for us like he did for albedo for his designs… I tend to have at least 10 paragraphs for these ngl.

Player and Designer

Cyno x Reader | Fluff | <3 | Surpise Encounter (Cyno finds Reader in Pupsa Cafe and he has a crush!) reader hails from Inazuma and moved after the decree was lifted. Reader has long sleeves bc yes.

Surprisingly Cyno was off at the time. Heading to Pupsa cafe to duel more people. Sure the cats tail has many players but it’s too far to travel for just a short time.

You were one of the main designers for the cards. Using your artistic talent to make the games cards beautiful and successfully making it seem to move in different directions. You used to stay in Lambads tavern but the whiff of alcohol could make it harder to concentrate.

Designing another card for a different vision bearer you looked at the recent drafts you had saved. From how you started the pose to the background and their signature card. Making sure it sparkles when they get the dynamic one. Often getting a reserved table in pupsa cafe with little disturbances.

Many knew you were working for them. Always asking you for advice even if you weren’t an active player you sure did enjoy how happy others were and enjoyed your art. You finished your draft looking at it once more before going onto the next one. As cyno stepped in he couldn’t believe his eyes. Who wouldn’t?

You, one of the main people involved in the making of TCG right in front of him? Of course it sounds like he’s dreaming. But you were there. With a few watching you work as they gave you suggestions. Others were interested in the process.

Cyno was different. He had a crush on you. But he was afraid he would scare you since he was told he could always have a serious face. He always tried to lighten the mood with his jokes and cards. His gaze lingered on you as you finished the card. Handing it to the beta testers to see if it could work well and would be balanced.

Getting up and turning around, you almost fell out of surpise and he catched you. All the attention on the both of you as you slightly blushed from embarrassment. He pulled you back up and removed his hand from your back.

“Thanks General Mahamatra.” You’d tell him as you bowed down to him for a few seconds before getting back up. You stayed silent as you both stood there awkwardly. “You don’t have to call me General Mahamatra. Cyno is enough.” He’d tell you.

“I’ll keep that in mind G- Cyno.” You said as you offered him a handshake. He agreed and felt how soft your hand was. His was mostly rough. “Do you need anything? I don’t think I can provide much help for TCG. I’m just the main designer for it. I may be a master player but I’m busy creating cards.” You said as you let go. Waving the server over. Sitting yourself down and let cyno go sit on the opposing side.

“I don’t need anything really. I just wanted to say I love your art for the cards.” He’d tell you as blush slightly covered your face. “O-oh…! I wasn’t expecting that.” Trying to cover your face with a fan similar to ayakas.

He was surprised at how easily you could blush. But he wouldn’t tease you for it. You ordered what you wanted. “Do you want anything? I’ll pay for it. I have a discount and a lot of mora.” You told him as he told what he wanted.

“Thank you for being generous Y/N.” “You’re welcome Cyno. It’s not often I can see you off work. Maybe take some more time off. It would do you some good. I can tell from here that your body is a bit sore and tense.” You told him as you analyzed his body. Your eyes lingered on his chest for a few moments then it should and you covered your face with your fan again.

“sorry for staring cyno.” You’d tell him as he accepted it. Finding it adorable, getting both of your orders as you ate lunch. “Anyways, I thought you would’ve wanted a card so I decided to give you one anyway. This one is quite exclusive. Only a few have these beside the crew.” You stated as you handed a signed card of him that was dynamic.

“You didn’t have to give me this Y/N. You’re too kind.” “Take it as a present. Anyways do you want to come somewhere with me? It’s safe I promise.” “Sure I have another 30 minutes to spare before I have to go back.” He followed you and you brought him to a spot in the avidya forest.

“I thought to show you. It’s a really nice spot.” You said as you listened to the waterfall with slight chirps of birds. Animals were peaceful and he was in awe. He had never came across it. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’ll be sure to return the favors.” “I actually wanted to tell you something.”

You both said as laughter came out. “Cyno you can go first.” “Alright. This may be sudden but I would like to tell you that I have had a crush on you for a long time. I remember seeing you at a public event and I just fell in love instantly.” He admitted as you listened. “Oh that’s what you wished to tell me-?” He nodded slightly confused by the answer. “Oh uh no there’s nothing wrong! It’s just that is also what I wanted to tell you Cyno.” You said shyly as he smiled softly.

He hugged you and embraced it. Staying silent as the peace was comforting. “So… does that mean you wouldn’t mind dating me-? I won’t be a burden will I?” “Of course you won’t. I won’t regret dating you. Nobody should.”

“Do you want to announce it to the public or wait? We are both well known so it will be hard to keep it a secret.” “Does my love need to be a secret to others?” “Well no I-“ “Then it is decided. It can be announced to the public.” You both sat down near each other. Talking about topics that both of you were interested in. Sadly cyno had to leave but the next day it was told and known to everyone.

Whenever he could Cyno would be with you and try to keep you safe. You would have an higher and bigger target on your back. Being someone famous and the General Mahamatras partner could be super dangerous. It could be risky to trust others.

#sumeru #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #cyno fluff #cyno gi #cyno genshin impact #cyno #genshin cyno #cyno x you #cyno x reader #cyno x gender neutral reader #cyno x gn reader #genshin cyno x reader

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schoenht · 1 year

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*Trembles in excitement* Hello, hello! I'd like to request scenarios for surprising Azul, Epel, and Rollo (you do write for him, right?) with a cheek kiss! Just something fun and fluffy. Thank you if you do this! XDD

↳ cheek kiss.

characters: azul ashengrotto, epel felmier, rollo flamme.

genre: fluff.

a/n: OMG YES HI i was so excited to write these they’re a lil short but ykw !

AZUL gets so flustered. He immediately stands straight, rigid to the point where you’re positive he’s uncomfortable. His glasses are askew and his face is adorned with red. He hadn’t expected you to give him a cheek kiss and you especially caught him off guard while he was working. It is the best time to surprise him, since he is so concentrated. Unless he manages to pull himself out of that world alone, only a kiss will yank him to reality. He tries to be smooth and drop a pickup line, but really, his brain has short-circuited.

“A-Ah, next time, warn me before you do that. You’re saying it’s fun to surprise me? Oh...well, I shall have to look out for times to surprise you too.”

EPEL is not the type to get flustered easily, but you can see pink spreading across his face. He’s the type to demand more kisses afterwards. He does not care if he is in front of his friends or even in front of Vil, he has a smug smile on his face that clearly bashes them for not having anyone to treat them like this. After the surprise kiss, he hugs you really tightly and places his face in the crook of your neck. These are his favorite moments, followed up by his demands for more kisses. You have to oblige, since he won’t let up if you don’t give them to him.

“Why are ya lookin’ at me like that? Come onnnn, a few more won’t hurt anyone. Please? Please, please, please? It’s a one time thing, I promise I won’t ask ya for any more! ...Maybe many more.”

ROLLO is definitely the most flushed out of all three. He’s trying to get his handkerchief out of his pocket to cover how red he is, but he ends up dropping it. In his mind, he is screaming, running around. It is not out of embarrassment, quite the opposite really. He acts as though he does not want anyone to see, yet in reality, he hopes that someone saw. He tries to tell you not to do that again, he doesn’t like being caught off guard (he does, he just likes to look sophisticated around you).

“Please refrain from surprising me again. ...Actually, I refute that, please do it more often. I don’t mind, just--warn me ahead of time? No? Fine, if you insist. But be warned, I will surely find a way to get back at you.”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul x reader #epel x reader #rollo x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #epel felmier x reader #rollo flamme x reader #azul x mc #epel x mc #rollo x mc #azul ashengrotto x mc #epel felmier x mc #rollo flamme x mc

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Ooh. Fluffy idea time!!

I am just a sucker for the sweet little moments.... and being cared for.

So maybe reader is tired, stressed and Loki makes tea and rubs her feet or something?

Love it all thanks <3

Fluff-Drabble Marathon A link to my FLUFF Library is here Warnings: Noooone. (w/c 880) A link to my regular Masterlist is here (18+)

Sensitive Soul

“By Borr’s beard, what’s all that racket brother? I thought a band of chitauri has been let loose within the dining quarters…” Loki ignored him as he continued his descent into the cupboard of forgotten-utensil doom, baking trays, pans and cooking implements strewn across the linoleum floor in disarray. “Brother, will you desist?" Thor boomed, "It is Sunday, tis’ the mortal day of planetary-designated rest.” The dark-haired god snapped to his feet, his eyes ablaze with irritation as he stalked towards Thor, his finger waggling in defiance. “No. I shall not desist, brother. Y/N requires my aid and I do not intend to let her down.” Thor’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “Y/N? What ails her?” he questioned, as Loki shrugged. “Mortal malaise, brother. Potentially related to the female lunar cycle, I know not...” he mumbled, his concentration turned to a cupboard stacked high with groceries above the counter.

A smile spread across Loki’s face as he pulled a metal tin from the shelf, delight radiating from his widened eyes as he showed Thor his prize, “I found it!” Their eyes both fell to the cannister, decorated with an artwork of green leaves and calligraphic writing. “Peppermint...tea?” Thor squinted at the words, his perplexed gaze drawing back up to Loki's.

“Yes, brother. Y/N requested it specifically” he said proudly, “now that I have located the item, I must heat it, as per tradition.” Thor watched as his brother followed the instructions that Y/N had clearly given him, tentatively filling the kettle with water and pressing the button on the base down with theatrical flourish. He looked smugly at Thor as the kettle began to rumble, pleased with his own self-sufficiency in this unfamiliar task. “That was done well, brother.” Thor nodded. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. They both watched from a distance with folded arms as steam began to emit from the kettle, looking to each other with a nod as the lever clicked. “Is it ready?” Loki muttered suspiciously. Thor shook his head. “I know not, brother. I suspect so.” ___ You looked up from the pages of your book with a smile as Loki entered the common room, holding a tray snug to his midriff as carefully as he would a newborn baby. He had been gone for almost an hour. The god’s face was beaming, his smile temporarily restrained as he carefully carried his precious cargo to his lady. “As requested, my love.” he said confidently as he placed the tray down on the table, the solitary mug displayed in the centre like a relic. You thanked him. He was so cute when he was proud of himself. “And now a foot rub to continue your afternoon of relaxation…” he said seductively as he swooped to the sofa beside you and deftly whipped off your sock. “Oooo you’re spoiling me, Loki.” you said coyly as his face lit up again. God he was so adorable. “Let me just get comfortable.” You re-arranged yourself to lie across the sofa, both feet lying on his wide lap as he trailed his fingers up your sole, making them tickle. You picked up the mug, settling back against the cushions as you took a sip, ready for bliss. Lukewarm water hit your lips with something heavy. You spluttered, causing Loki to reach forward in alarm. Looking down at your hand, you saw loose tea clumped to your fingers. You’d forgotten there was loose peppermint tea too...you’d only briefed him on the teabags. Loose leaf was far too advanced. It looked like he’d used the whole jar. No evidence of straining. You swirled it gently, a soup of beleaguered tea-leaf fragments moving thickly beneath the surface. Your gaze travelled slowly upwards to meet his, those beautiful eyes waiting earnestly for your reaction, his forehead creased in concern. “It’s perfect, baby.” you smiled, watching in relief as his features softened. “Good, we wanted it to be just so.” he murmured as he settled your foot between his hands, poised to begin. “We?” you asked, your curiosity peaked. “Yes, Thor and I! We ‘made tea’.” he replied smugly, as he began to trace the lines of your ankle. “You sure did, honey...” you said, as you tucked the mug between your thighs and closed your eyes. Loki raised your foot to his lips, placing a loving kiss on your bare skin. You smiled, enjoying his attentions. His large hands encased your toes, preparing to deliver all the blissful pleasure you so deserved. He began slowly, before your eyes flew open. The tightness of his grip caused your body to tense. Your delicate bones felt like they were being crushed beneath a fallen piano. God above...would you ever walk again? Your forehead furrowed in a grimace as his thumbs ground like iron into the delicate flesh of your sole. “Maybe a little lighter, Lokes?” you squeaked, feeling his grip loosen as he realised his error. “Sorry, my love…” he muttered apologetically, “sometimes I forget how sensitive you are.” You softened back into the pillow behind you, your lips twitching with unspoken thoughts as you appreciated the irony of his words. “Don’t forget about your tea, darling.” your sensitive lover said softly, his fingers bending your toes gently; releasing a soft click. -

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ewanmitchelll · 1 year

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Imagine you are the good girl Aemond Targaryen needs.(V-final part).

Warnings: *explicit smut*/fluff.

***

When he unlaces your gown at long last, when his fingers start to slowly caress your neck, slipping to your shoulders so he finally removes the weight of the fabric, leaving your y/c skin exposed to his eyes, you feel instantly shy.

Aemond stands right behind you, eyeing you with a mix of devotion that outreaches the limits of lust. He wants to take his time with you, he wants to make love to you, making this a sweet memory for you both.

He then pulls you against him, moving his eyes from your beautiful features, contemplating your rosy cheeks, your lips painted in red; admiring the y/c that colors your irises, he places his index under your chin, turning your face to meet him.

“My wife. My gorgeous wife”, Aemond sighs in deep content.

“Aemond, my sweet and generous husband”, you speak with such love in your voice that he softens completely before you.

His eyes swiftly part from yours and it is right when your face goes into a deep shade of red: he makes you wet just with his lilac irises staring into your nudity: observing first your full chest, going to your belly and your feminine parts.

“Good grief. You are a goddess, woman. Let me adore you.”

He turns you so he kisses you better. This time, you have gained more confidence in how to kiss him. Your tongue slides into his mouth, following his subtle commands.

It is so addictive how he kisses you—and it’s never about the kiss itself. As his arms wrap around your waist, it is as if his body transmits some heat to yours to the point it becomes unbearable. And it is frustrating to feel this unnamed fire, for falling victim to it—and in a very good way—you find in yourself no resistance against it.

And there is no need to repress it either. When Aemond breaks the kiss, he is surprised to find something different in your usual self composed angelical face.

“My lady wife… What has taken you?”

“I fear to say I have no knowledge to what is about to break my senses. I suppose the fault in this lies in you, husband.”

Aemond’s eye twinkles with mischief as he smirks slyly at you.

“Oh. Is the fault being placed on me for what reason, dearest?”

Moved by a strange forwardness that is atypical of you, your hands seem to follow instinctually to his shoulders, hesitantly working to remove it—which he is ready to help you.

And when you see his chest, the hair there is in it and how strong he is, your legs go weak and this is not even hyperbolical.

“Lord, I am not naming the confusion you put my brain to it nor will give you the satisfaction to know the mess you make me”, you protest.

Aemond laughs not at you, but at how this circumstance is completely new for you. He forgot about it—having been with experienced woman, he was once in your place, although not so disastrous…only because he was too proud to let his shield down.

“Love, come here. There should be no shame to admit that I make you feel…things.” Aemond takes your blushing face with his face and peppers it with soft kisses. “We are married now. It gladdens me to know I affect you somehow. Let me tend your needs, will you?”

As you finally calm your nerves, you unwind yourself under his guidance. Once in bed, he moves to where you are—and now he is completely bare. Your eyes stare at his manhood and you barely can keep it to yourself anymore. Aemond side smirks, pleased to see you are positively impressed by him.

“I should say”, he tells you right as he is on top of you, his face centimeters close to yours, and now he is serious so you pay an effort in concentrating to what he has to say and not how deliciously handsome your prince is. “…that I am a jealous, possessive husband. I shall not tolerate my wife to be around any other male companion that is not me.”

“Not even my father?”

Aemond rolls his eyes, but a small smirk is seen on his lips.

“You understand my point.”

His possessiveness towards you actually arouses you. And when he takes notice of how instantly your nipples go hard after his words, he raises an eyebrow.

“I am yours”, you tell him. “As long as you are mine too.”

“So we have a deal”, Aemond leans to peck your lips.

“We do. It is called a marriage after all”, you kiss his lips slowly at first.

***

When he takes his time in each breast, it is better than he ever dreamed it would be. How you sing his name, how you arch your back, how you react to every teasing… it awakes the dragon there is in him.

At what cost doesn’t he hold back? The more naughtiness Aemond does to you, the more you comply to him, the louder you surprisingly get. When his fingers work wonderfulness in you, when his sapphire eye stares into your y/c ones, you go erratic.

You want more. He gives you. Corrupting you never before was so blissful. And when doing so, Aemond’s dragon comes in, leaving bruises in your neck and chest.

“Please”, you beg him. “H-Husband!”

His hair is a mess, his face is a completely chaos. Aemond is pure devil when looking at you the way he does. A hunter devouring its prey.

“Yes? Tell me your needs, wife. Should I stop?”

You let a cry out.

“No!”

Aemond smirks. Oh how he likes when you beg him.

“Then what do you want?”

You gasp for air.

“Slow…it…down….”

Aemond makes a face, but you know he is only pretending. He already knows how to please you, but when you beg… It turns him on. He likes to dominate you, and when you soon know it, you will enjoy be under his dominion.

And right as you reach your climax, he slowly slides into you. It feels so good to feel his manhood into you, but painful at the same time. You roll your eyes the moment he adjusts his hips so it does not hurt you.

“My princess”, Aemond gently holds your face, concerned. “How’s it for you?”

“It’s good”, you tell him, still breathless. “Oh what have you done, my husband?”

“I waged a war against the seven heavens to have you with me”, says Aemond, kissing your lips in between words. “I bought your innocence so I could use it as I saw fit.”

You throw your head back as he starts to kiss your lips, locking hands with you as he begins to move with you. And this is so much better than both of you have imagined…

***

Dragonstone.

You are at first scared when Aemond offers you the opportunity to ride Vhagar.

“What if she doesn’t like me?”, you ask, not minding how you might sound at his ears.

Much to your dismay, Aemond is roaring in laughters.

“What are you laughing? Is my fear amusing to you?”, you pout.

“No, my sweet dove. On the contrary: what amuses me is that, after all the things I told you about Vhagar, what worries you is not whether she might set you on fire or eat you alive, but if she will like you.”

You heavily sigh.

“If you used your brain, dear husband, you’d see all is connected.”

He pulls you against him, love in his eyes melting your heart—as he’s been doing each time since he comes back for your arms after fighting his own wars.

“I do use my brain”, Aemond scoffs playfully. “Come, my dear. Do you think I’d let anything harm to happen to you?”

“No”, but then you hesitate. “You might simply see me as a coward. I am not like Mistress Rivers. I am no bold woman. I was raised to be somebody’s wife and…”

Aemond shushes you by kissing your lips. You giggle softly, not minding when he does it. You melt every single time.

“First of all, you are not somebody’s wife”, he corrects you. “Y/N, you are *mine*. My wife. Methinks this makes you bold enough, if you ask my opinion. Second: what’s wrong in being raised as wife and mother? I do not love you for filling your duty. We are continuing our lineage, love, this is why we married—besides the affection one feels for the other.”

“So you don’t judge me as weak?”

Aemond smiles openly at you, caressing your face affectionately.

“I pray you are not suggesting I took you as my consort for the sole purpose of procreating.”

You blush.

“Well, considering whom you’ve been with…”

“None had possessed my heart like you do, my love. I will tell you this many times if it’s necessary”, so Aemond assures you again. “And it’s not as if I invited them for a ride to Vhagar each time. Who do you take me for? My brother Aegon?”

He snorts at the implication and you laugh at it. Once he defeats your insecurities, the lord of Dragonstone finally takes his sweet wife to ride on Vhagar.

It is far too wild for your taste, but you enjoy it nonetheless. Aemond is there to hold you, to protect you. Like many other times, the prince succeeds in fighting away your fears, helping growing your self confidence.

But even so you still prefer the comfort of your household. There, you know where and how to rule—though in bed, he is the one to boss you. Not that you care about that.

But only three months after your marriage, you find out you conceived. A new delight comes to your lives. Six months later, a boy is born: named Aegon after the king and the Conqueror. But Aemond finds out that marital activities get your preferences quite fast, so soon you conceive again.

In short years, you and Aemond are the parents of Aegon, Maegor, Aenys, Alyssa, Visenya and Viserra. And more might come when war eventually ends and the greens are the victors.

Aemond remains very possessive to you, having nearly killed a man for his looks at you. But you don’t mind—however, you do manage to make your husband use less of violence as time goes by, succeeding in going as far as making him less imprudent.

You and Aemond share a good life against all odds. Your children, once they grow, follow the Targaryen tradition. But because Rhaenyra died, two of her sons were betrothed with you and Aemond’s daughters—in spite of his protests. Aegon is betrothed to Visenya whilst Viserys is expected to marry Alyssa. Viserra, however, might marry her older brother, Aenys. As for you and Aemond’s oldest sons, one might take as wife a daughter of Hightower and the other, a daughter of Tyrell.

No matter how hard you try, politics are in your lives. But you and Aemond are the winners of it and it’s enough for you two.

~The End~

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