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everparanoid · 5 months

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Comforting you after a nightmare w/ Genshin men

various genshin men x gn! reader

cw: fluff, slight angst if you squint--like really squint.

Characters: Wriothesley, Ayato, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Diluc, Itto

Wriothesley

Wriothesley often finds himself retiring to bed quite late, though not as frequently as one might assume. After a long night immersed in Meropide’s paperwork, he falls asleep almost instantly, maintaining a slight distance so as not to disturb your slumber this late into the night. When a nightmare stirs you awake, leaving you sitting up and staring into the darkness, unable to return to sleep, Wriothesley, who is no stranger to the torment of nightmares, opens his eyes and assures you that everything is okay. Without needing any explanation, he sits up, ready to keep you company, so you’re not left alone with your racing thoughts and the enveloping darkness. He understands the loneliness that comes with being alone with your thoughts in the dark, and he doesn’t wish that for you. If you feel the need to talk about it, Wriothesley is all ears. A good listener, he won’t pressure you into saying anything, but if you wish to share, he’s there to listen. He won’t attempt to interpret your nightmare or dismiss your feelings as irrational, he’ll simply listen. If you seek comfort, he’ll hold you in his arms until your breathing steadies and you drift back into a peaceful sleep. Don’t worry he’ll join you soon after.

“Huh? Oh, so you had a bad dream? It’s okay. I’ve got you. Do you want to talk about it?… No? That’s fine. We can just stay here till it goes away.”

Ayato

Ayato, much like Wriothesley, often arrives late to bed. However, when a nightmare stirs you awake, he springs into action, ready to shield you from any physical threat that might have breached the estate’s defenses. Ayato is a light sleeper, a habit formed after numerous assassination attempts following his parents’ demise. The rare instances of peaceful sleep he can recall are all linked to the times you shared his bed. Once he has ensured the room is safe and there are no threats, he sheathes his blade and returns to bed, seeking to understand your distress. Unlike Wriothesley, Ayato attempts to rationalize your nightmare, aiming to soothe your rapid breathing and fearful gaze. If you seek comfort, he will draw you into his embrace, sharing tales of his suspicious meals and the interesting dishes he has persuaded Thoma to consume, until your nightmare recedes and your smile, the one he cherishes, returns.

A sudden voice outside the door might startle you, but Ayato will reassure you, explaining it’s merely Thoma with tea. Having heard the commotion, Thoma decided to bring tea to calm your nerves, a practice he often employs for the Kamisato siblings when nightmares disrupt their sleep. The warmth of the tea in your belly, coupled with Ayato’s soothing whispers and gentle laughter, lulls you back to sleep in his arms. Although sleep may elude him, seeing you at peace is all that truly matters to him.

“It was just a nightmare. It can’t hurt you, not when I’m around.”

Neuvillette

Neuvillette is likely to be burdened with other people’s haunting memories, a consequence of his bond with the element of water as the Hydro Dragon Sovereign. This means that when nightmares stir you to tears and if the water graces his skin, he too experiences your nightmare. Without opening his eyes, he draws you closer, gently wiping away your tears. To him, emotions experienced in nightmares are as real and valid as those felt in waking life. His proximity to you softens the harsh edges of your dreams, unknowingly easing you into a more peaceful state. Gradually, you find calm and drift back into sleep, your dreams now filled with tranquil waters.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham, much like Ayato, will seek to make sense of your nightmare upon your awakening. Your sudden movement disrupts his slumber, initially causing a flicker of annoyance. However, recognizing it’s you, he endeavours to comfort you in the only way he knows - through reason. With his eyes still firmly shut, clinging to the fading warmth of sleep, he begins to whisper words of reassurance. Over time, he learns that tender words have a greater soothing effect than cold, hard logic. Once the sound of your rapid breathing subsides, and if you express the desire, he casually lifts an arm, inviting you to snuggle into him until sleep claims you both once more. Though he may appear to drift off before you, his steady breathing and closed eyes are a facade. In reality, he remains in a state of semi-consciousness, patiently waiting for you to succumb to sleep before he allows himself to return to the realm of dreams.

“Calm down. What you are experiencing, though it may feel real, is not. You are fine.”

Diluc

Diluc too is haunted by nightmares. His dreams, much like Wriothesley’s, are vivid and painfully real, replaying the chapters of his past he yearns to forget, yet is bound by their torment. This is why sleep eludes him. As dusk falls, he embraces his role as Mondstadt’s protector, a duty that provides a refuge from the inevitable torment that sleep brings. When he met you, the intensity of these nightmares ebbed slightly. Although sleep remains a distant acquaintance, he finds solace in returning to the Dawn Winery just before dawn. There, he lays beside you, silently observing as the night bids farewell to the day. Should a nightmare disturb your peace, he is already awake, prepared to offer comfort. He understands all too well the pain of reliving time-warped memories. Regardless of your preference for physical contact, Diluc remains by your side, a steadfast presence as you both welcome the sunrise, allowing the dawn’s gentle light to cleanse away the night’s demons.

“Don’t worry, it’s dawn,”

Itto

Itto, even with his jovial nature, is no stranger to the occasional nightmare. Though his tend to revolve more around beans than most. When a nightmare jolts you awake, Itto doesn’t stir until he hears you call his name. He opens his eyes, still heavy with sleep, and upon seeing the distress in your eyes, moves to comfort you. His voice is softer and more gruff than its usual boisterous tone. He beckons you closer, and once you’re nestled in his arms—your limbs entangled with his like a weighted blanket smothering your senses— he begins to trace small circles on your back. If words of comfort fail to soothe you, he’ll sing a little impromptu song about him, your oni, scaring away the nightmares. It is a tune that brings a smile to your face. You may not find sleep again, even after Itto drifts off mid-song; but knowing he’s there beside you, offering his unwavering support, is all that truly matters.

“Hey hey hey, shush, calm down. It’s alright, no nightmare can get you when the Arataki Itto, the one and oni, has got you. What? Don’t think you can sleep again? That’s alright. Hey, how about I sing a little song I made up just now for you? That will surely get rid of all those pesky nightmares.”

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abrunettefangirlnerd · 9 months

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If You Love Her

Prompt: You are dating Rafe after JJ cheated on you... but you're still a member of the pogues. A party and the boneyard makes tensions rise between everyone.

Rafe POV

Her head rests against Rafe’s chest as they soak up the last bit of the sun lounging on the Druthers. It has been a rare peaceful day and Rafe is thanking whatever higher power there is that she has become his saving grace. He just hates the way that it happened.

(Y/N) is originally a pogue, but it never mattered to Rafe no matter how hard he tried to deny it. Rafe never picked on her, only her friends. She became close with Sarah after saving whatever the latest sea creature was at the time. So she had been over a few times before Sarah started dating John B. Though it was the moment she stopped hiding behind the boys and found her voice, that Rafe has never stopped listening. He has been in a trance ever since. Her fire is what drew him in, but it is (Y/N)’s heart that melted his core. The only problem, she was JJ Maybank’s girl. “Was” being the operative word.

Rafe will never forget her tear stricken face, red eyes, and piercing sob from that night. It took everything in him to not beat that punk to a pulp. Thinking about it even now gets Rafe all riled up. He hates that she is still around JJ, she never left the group. Rafe understands they are her friends, but he doesn’t like it.

“Come on,” (Y/N) stirs, still half asleep. “You promised we would go to the party.”

“Right, the boneyard party. With the pogues.”

“Hey, I’m a pogue.” (Y/N) angles her face to look up at his with a teasing smile.

“You’re my pogue.” Rafe smiles and leans down to place a kiss on her forehead.

Yeah she is his pogue and he wouldn’t want it any other way. Any other party he would be excited to go. He loves parties with his girl, dancing the night away and playing drinking games. Tonight will be exactly like that, except he will have to see Maybank. I wonder if him and Kie have made it official yet, Rafe wonders to himself.

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The music can be heard from a mile away in Rafe’s truck. My arm wraps around his as his hand gently squeezes my thigh. I know he doesn’t want to be here. He is doing it for me and I love that he is willing to entertain me for a few hours. I won’t make him stay long. I want him to see that my friends can be cool, and I hope one day they can put away their bad blood and get along.

Years of pent-up anger at both groups has been baking as long as I can remember. If it wasn’t for becoming secret friends with Sarah years before she joined the group, I may have the same outlook on Rafe as the others. Can he be a jerk and annoying as hell? Yes, but he can be sweet and at times my friends can be no better. Things between the kooks and the pogues have been quiet lately, but I know Rafe has it for JJ. I can’t blame him, I did too before I accepted that JJ deciding to cheat had nothing to do with me and everything to do with him. If I could have wished for anything that if JJ had to cheat, I would have chosen for him to cheat with anyone else but Kie. It makes the tension in the group that much thicker.

“Relax,” I giggle. “We’ll make an appearance. Stay an hour, two tops. Then we can go off on our own.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything but I can see a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. His thumb lightly brushes against my skin and I sense him starting to relax a bit. I just hope that tonight ends up being drama free.

The truck is parked and Rafe is on my side opening the door. I learned early on that I am not allowed out of the truck unless he opens my door for me. Made that mistake and he wouldn’t move from his spot till I got back in so he could do it properly. I thought it was annoying and egotistical, but now I find it sweet. JJ never did that for me when we were dating.

There are a lot of things that Rafe does that JJ never did. Aside from the whole cheating part, JJ was a fairly good boyfriend. He looked after me, was a good cuddler, made sure I had a good time. Being with Rafe though is so different. Sure he does look after me, kind of always has. We have the best time when together and I feel so safe in his arms. I’m not worried about a pretty blonde catching his eye. He is a complete gentleman making sure I am okay, respecting boundaries, going slow, being open. Something I did not expect is for him to communicate as well as he does. I guess once he knew I wasn’t going anywhere and that his feelings don’t scare me, he trusts me enough to talk about all the crap with his dad and if he is feeling insecure. He never freaks or overreacts when I have an issue with something.

“Hey boys!” I greet John B and Pope at the keg. I notice a small release of air leave Rafe’s chest at the realization JJ isn’t around yet.

“(Y/N) what up! I miss you at the chateau.” John B goes in for a hug and Rafe lets go of my waist to accommodate. The two shake hands after John B releases me. It is a simple gesture to an outsider, but with these two it means everything. John B is practically my brother and with him dating Sarah, and Rafe dating me, they both are trying to put in an effort.

“Here you two go.” Pope hands me and Rafe cups of beer that we gladly take.

A few drinks later, we depart for a dance near the fire. The music pulsates through my veins mixed with the alcohol and a nice buzz fills my senses. Rafe loops his arms around my waist and I pair mine around his neck. We sway to our own beat, not minding the people jumping around us. We are lost in our own world and we are the only two people who exist.

Rafe’s eyes peer into mine as we rest our foreheads against each other. His lids close and I do the same, focusing on his hold on me. Warmth swarms over my body originating from his touch. I can’t wrap it around my head that I am with Rafe Cameron and that he can make me feel like I’m on top of the world. I only hope I can make him feel the same, that is often one of my insecurities. One that Rafe knows about and tries to assure me that I am more than enough for him.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Rafe whispers in my ear and places a kiss on the tip of my nose. I swear he can read my mind.

Before I can say anything Rafe’s touch disappears from my body. I immediately open my eyes and find the back of a blonde standing between me and my boyfriend, JJ. The alcohol has me stumbling against the sand as I land against Rafe’s arm and he steadies me before putting my frame behind his. Always my protector.

Rafe makes his stand but waits to see what JJ plans to do first. He knows that if he threw the first punch I would be mad. All I want is peace. Except I would not ask him to hold back if JJ started it first. He promised me, and so far he has kept his promise.

“You got the money, the job, and now the girl.” JJ’s words spread through the dry air, and people are beginning to take notice of a potential scuffle. Tears sting my eyes. Why is he making it sound like it is my fault I left him?

“Well Rafe if you plan on dating (Y/N) I want to fill you in on a few things.” JJ takes a step forward and I can feel Rafe’s muscles tense beneath my hands. JJ begins to speak but his gaze falls to me. “She always has trouble falling asleep, and she likes to cuddle while under the sheets.” JJ sends a wink my way and whistles from the accumulating audience fill the air. “She loves pop songs and dancing, and bad trash TV. There’s still a few other thin-“

“She loves love notes and babies,” Rafe interrupts. “And likes giving gifts. She has a hard time accepting a good complement. She loves her whole family and all of her friends… not that they deserve it.”

I didn’t think it was possible for the air to get thicker than it has just now. JJ’s drunk eyes danced over me until Rafe unexpectedly interrupted. Both of our eyes cling to Rafe as he spoke but for two different reasons. My heart skips as Rafe reaches to grab my hand and gives it a light squeeze. I had no clue JJ was going to do something like this, but I am even more surprised at the fact Rafe has been paying attention this well. He continues to amaze me and all I want to do is kiss him.

“When she gives me her heart completely, I won’t break it like you did. (Y/N) is safe with me. I’ll stand by her side instead of sneaking off behind her back.” Rafe stares JJ down a few moments more before turning towards me.

His hands cup my cheeks and looks into my eyes silently asking if I’m okay. I nod to answer him and bring my hands up to rest against his wrists. Rafe places a soft but protective kiss against my forehead and whispers for us to go. Wrapping an arm around my shoulder, he pulls me in close and nods his head toward a stunned John B.

The walk to the car is silent. Rafe opens my door for me and waits for me to climb in before closing it. He quickly joins me in the driver’s seat but doesn’t start the car. Instead he turns towards me, he eyes furrowed as he contemplates what he is going to say.

“I’m sorry if I over stepped.” Rafe’s voice is a whisper. “I know you can handle yourself, but I couldn’t let him do that. Act like he still has claim over you, that he is the only one who can know you.”

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You did everything right.” I lean over and let my hand cup his cheek, bringing his gaze back to mine.

“I meant everything I said.” His beautiful orbs pierce mine. “I want you to know that. I’m in it for the long game. I love you (Y/N).”

His voice cracks and I can tell how scared he is to say that last part. We’ve only been dating a month but we have known each other for years. Staying the night with Sarah has usually ended up with late night talks with Rafe after she fell asleep. We are the unlikely duo but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I trust you.” I say and my face heats up with my smile. “I love you, Rafe.”

It takes a moment for the words to register in Rafe’s ears but once they do pure shock and adoration quickly take over his features. He leans in and gifts me with a soft but passionate kiss. All his love and vulnerability is wrapped in every movement he makes with me and I can already tell this is forever.

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konigenblobbity · 10 months

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hii it’s anon that asked about the “what’s your problem” story , i was wondering what your favorite characters from cod were (sorry if you’ve answered this before) and what your head canons for them would be? and how’s your master list going just curious, well i hope you had a great day whenever you read this :3

Headcannons: 141 + König

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW, comfort, sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, possessive traits, overstimulation, just a variety of NSFW, links to straight p0rn

A/n: I don’t really have a favorite! Although I do love writing for Ghost. But I will say, I love König cause his design is so sick and he’s also Austrian which is <3. Hope you’re having a great day / night when you read this! ALSO! I think the links only work if you open the Twitter app. Pls lmk if you know how to make it work, cause idk what’s going wrong.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley -

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Simon is a sucker for physical touch, resting a hand on the small of your back whenever you walk together, tracing the knuckles of your fingers during meetings, simply brushing his ankle against yours under a table

Acts of service are his thing. He’d prepare your coffee in the morning, you’d find your knives and guns polished to perfection if you had an important upcoming mission, be always had an eye on if you were running out of anything - like shampoo or water - and it’d be replaced before it ever goes empty.

Any second he spends with you is never a second wasted. Just being in your presence makes him happy, you two don’t even have to be talking to each other! He just loves having you near him, being able to look over and see your face whenever he wishes…

He could stare at you for hours, trying to memorize every feature of your face to perfection.

Movies and cuddles, always. He won’t even watch the movie! He’ll just be staring at you, so peaceful in his arms. If it happens to be a horror he loves to watch how you jump slightly, gripping onto his arm tightly and hiding behind it. He loved how you felt safe when he held you, how you looked to him for protection.

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Two words. ROUGH INTIMACY. Ghost can’t help but rail into you till your voice snaps. But he’ll always make his adoration for you clear. Kissing every inch of skin, praising you, mumbling how good you felt, what a good girl you were being, all the while slamming into your cervix till your brain melts

We all know he’s BIG. And when you first see him, he can see the shock and nervousness on your face. You had no idea how he’d fit inside you. First time he’d be sweet and reassuring, but from then on, if you brought up his size, he’d just say “Don’t worry… I’ll make it fit”

Loves to hear you. Takes note of every small motion that causes you to moan out or whimper.

Wants you to sit on his face. He craves it. Wants your thighs to suffocate him slowly as he eats you out so expertly.

He’s merciless… barely giving you recovery time between when he eats you out, and when he slides deep inside you.

This man just LOVES to overstimulate you. The broken moans and cries that leave your lips had him hungry for more. Because no matter how many times you came, or how much you begged for a moment to relax, he knew you can take it. And you did. “Awww I know… f-fuck I know. Is it too much?” he’d tease you, voice soft and gentle before somehow speeding up his pace, chuckling as your eyes well up from the overwhelming pleasure “I know you can take it. Be a good cocksleeve and take it”

Due to his more animalistic side that wants to fuck you senseless… you two have a safe word. That if it ever becomes painful or too much you promised you’d say it. And if you couldn’t say it, all you had to do was wrap a hand around his throat, he’d stop immediately and make sure you’re alright. “Shit…” he’d slip out of you gently, beginning to rub your waist softly “it’s alright… there you go. Deep breathes” if you were tied up in any way, he took them off. He’d kiss at any red marks his fingers left behind “I know darling… it was overwhelming. You’re okay now” and he’d just caress you and take care of you for as long as it took.

Every chance he gets he finishes inside of you. Watching how the mixture of his and your cum slide out of your fluttering cunt. It makes him groan each time.

Then taking a finger and picking it up before stuffing it back inside of you. “You better now waste a drop… want you to feel me dripping out of you for days”

Certain nights he’ll even go so far as to keep his dick inside of you. Using it as a plug so his cum stays inside you. He’d groan as you continue to flutter around him. But as his dick softens inside you, he falls in love with how the warmth of your pussy surrounds his sensitive cock. Finding a deep love for cockwarming for multiple reasons.

Bonus —> This is exactly him! The change of pace to take moments just to hold and kiss you, before going back to manhandling you, hands finding their way to grip at your hips to hold you in place for him. Ugh and the slight choke hold!

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish -

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This man is so flirtatious, loving to get you to blush through his words. “I swear you’re an Angel…” smiling at you as if you’re his whole world “i could just look at you for hours”

Soap just adores hearing your laugh. This often means he’ll surprise you by suddenly tickling your sides. Of course you try to escape but you don’t stand a chance, his grip on you tight and unwavering.

Play wrestling is a must for this man. He loves when you get all cocky, threatening to pin him down or tackle him. He likes to goad you, get under your skin till you finally lunge at him. Of course he’ll let you have your fun every once in a while but it always ends the same. Him winning and pinning you down. “You know you don’t stand a chance lass… why even try?” He loves to tease. Using the opportunity to kiss you all over.

Always finds time for you! No matter how busy he is, he will make time for you.

Loves using pick up lines on you, even though you’re already dating. Adores when you throw your own pick up line his way, always making his laugh with how cheesy they are.

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Such a horny man. Legit grinds against you whenever he can, even if you’re talking with other soldiers in the common area. He just can’t get enough of you.

Loves when you give him head… the sight of your lips sloppily sucking him off, it was enough to have him trembling. His hands would caress your head before grabbing at your hair. Encouraging you not to stop. “F-fuck you’re so good… so good to me~” praising breathlessly. “So gorgeous gagging on my cock like that” the way saliva connects your lips to his cock was probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen “Lips slick with spit… Can I fuck your throat numb? Please Angel” he checks in consistently, wanting your consent with everything. He enjoys gripping your hair and holding your head in place as he feverishly shoves his cock down your throat.

He is not shy to kiss you after you suck him off, wanting to reward you when you’re good for him “Did such a good job gorgeous… let me reward you like you deserve”

His hands loved to explore your body, running over your body and groping at any skin he could reach.

Any position where he can see your face? His favorite. He wants to see how your eyes roll back, how your mouth falls agape, how spit collects at the corner of your mouth. “Feels good doesn’t it? God lass, you look so drunk on my cock… all for me”

Just praise. He cannot shut up when it comes to you. “Such an Angel. Such a beautiful beautiful lass” whether you’re on your knees, beneath him, riding him, he needs to make sure you know how gorgeous you are. “I wanna make you melt~ All for me. Wanna make you feel so so good”

Never satisfied with you only cumming once. He will always make sure he gets at least 2 out of you. On days where you both have the time… he won’t stop until you beg him to. “Give me one more yeah? One more orgasm before you pass out…” “Can you do that for me?”

Bonus —> This just screams soap to me. He craves this intimacy, that closeness to just feel and worship you in his arms. The shower being a perfect place to be alone together, just melting under the feel of your lips

Second Bonus —> with your permission of course, he would totally make a video like this. Watching it back when he’s alone, thrusting into his fist imagining it was your pussy. Closing his eyes as he listens to the sound of your moans from his phone. Sometimes he’ll just watch it… not even to get off. Just smirking at the sight of you so weak for him, completely at his mercy.

König -

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This big bear just wants to hold you. Cuddling you against his big chest while his hand completely envelops your palm. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you as close as he can.

Protective as hell. You are his top priority… if he gets the idea that someone is making you uncomfortable in any way, he’s stepping in and willing to resort to violence for you “Back off… or you’ll be picking your teeth off the floor”

He is a sucker for your touch and kisses. When you’d pepper them on his face through his sniper hood he just melts. Your touch relaxing his muscles effortlessly, specifically going insane when they sit at his waist - which is slutty as hell! - thumbs resting on the V taper of his torso.

Definitely sprays his pillow and bed with your perfume. He loves the scent of you and wants to have the illusion that you’re in his bed even when you’re not.

König will speak in German to you randomly, whether it’s nicknames or whole sentences. Loving how you don’t know what he’s saying but trust him enough to know it’s only ever something sweet. “Du bist das Licht meines Lebens“ or „Mein süße Engel“ (t- You are the light of my life, my sweet Angel)

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Size kink. Simple as that. Can’t help but feel pride every time your cunt manages to take all of him inside you. Praising you. “Such an obedient little pussy… taking all of me so easily without any struggle. Fuck it’s like you’re molded to fit me”

Loves missionary simply because he can see the way his dick bulges through the skin of your lower stomach. He’ll place a hand there, softly pressing down against it which had you seeing stars

He. Is. A. Switch. Fight me. Sometimes this big bear of a man needs to be taken care of. Loving to fall apart under your mouth or pussy, abiding by your rules and letting you lead. Whimpers and whines spilling from his lips while he pleaded for more. “P-please, mein gott Schatz. Please go faster, f-feels so good” (t- my god sweetheart)

Making out with you gets him so hard so fast. Hands exploring each other while your lips mold against each other. His tongue prodding at your mouth softly until you let him in. The feeling of your tongue sliding against his while your mouth swallowed every noise he made, that was just so hot to him.

Aftercare is very important to him. With his size and his roughness he always makes sure to soothe your sore muscles after a rough fuck. He’ll always take the time to massage your thighs and shoulders to help ease your twitching. He’ll softly kiss over every inch of your skin, praising you for being so good, and then holding you into the night, holding you close. “You did so good Schatz… my best girl. Let me help ease you to sleep”

Bonus —> SIZE. KINK! He’d just watch how his cock slides down your throat, protruding through your skin. He’d fuck your throat nice and slow just to watch your skin bulge with the head of his cock. Being ever so gentle as he slides himself in and out of your throat

Second Bonus —> He loves having you on his lap. His large frame holding you as you ride down onto his cock. Watching you bounce up and down and urging you on with his hands gripping your hips.

Captain John Price -

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Price was not big into PDA, preferring to save his physical touch for when the two of you are alone. Instead he shows his affection through praise and compliments. Often following missions or in the mornings. “I’m proud of you, you did a great job in todays mission” , “Morning soldier, good to see you nice and cheery”

Trusts you ENDLESSLY but is always afraid that you’ll get hurt. The idea enough to crush him.

If you do come back from a mission injured, he’ll demand to be in the room with the medic, pushing them aside to take care of the more minor injuries - obviously not taking on more than he can handle, they have a skilled medic for a reason. But he feels better to be there and help in some way.

If you’re sore in any way, he is immediately ready to alleviate your pain. “You alright darling?” You always try to ease his mind and hide your soreness but Price knows. Even the small winces of your body had his attention on you. “Y-yeah just a bit sore in my shoulder. Its bearable though” he was already making his way behind you - whether in the common area, bedroom, office, he’s on his way - and begins to massage at your muscles. “Tell me if it hurts too much” the second he starts there’s no getting rid of him, no matter how many times you say it’s alright, if you’re still wincing or clenching your teeth, he’s not moving. “Let me take care you darling”

If you’re not a soldier, when he’s gone you get tons of letters and gifts, he’d even send you little wooden carvings of hearts he’d make when he had time. Always saying that he misses you dearly and cannot wait to see you again

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His endurance would surprise you… able to hold back just to watch you fall apart on his cock over and over till he’s satisfied.

Nothing turns him on like pleasuring you. He could stay tucked between your thighs for hours if you let him. His tongue memorizing every part of your sensitive pussy just to get you to fall apart faster each time. “Mmm, you taste so good… she’s absolutely drenched”

He has AND WILL CONTINUE TO place you up on his shoulders so your hands touch the ceiling while he eats you out feverishly

Big on foreplay. Loves to finger fuck you before he does anything else, preparing you even when he knows you don’t need it. You’d beg him to stop teasing but he couldn’t help himself. Wanting to get you writhing on his bed before he even fucks you. “Patience darling… it’ll feel so much better I promise”

When you give him blowjobs he goes haywire, the feeling just indescribable. However the doesn’t like to grab at your head and throat fuck you. Rather shirting to a 69 position to please you at the same time. Often eating you out so goddamn good you have to pull your lips off his cock, not that’s he’s complaining.

Not one for teasing, he gives you what you when you ask for it nicely. Loves to hear you beg on your volition without having to withhold your orgasm from you to do it.

Price wants you to hear him… he wants you to know how good you make him feel.

Bonus —> Enough said. He wants you WRITHING. Holding you in place as he brings you to orgasm over and over.

Second Bonus —> SO HIM ITS INSANE! Late night post mission fucking. Wants you nice and close, head buried in your neck as he groans and murmurs to you. He would be so vocal it’d surprise you at first, moaning directly into your ear.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick -

SFW

Always tries to be a real gentleman. Setting up actually cutesy dates for the two of you. Yet he doesn’t want you to mention it too much. He doesn’t need the praise for being a good partner, it comes naturally.

Showers you in compliments, even if it’s a little thing. “Your hair looks beautiful today” “I always thought that shirt looked good on you” often pulling you close after he butters you up with his kind words “Your skin is practically glowing… my own goddess”

Good morning and good night texts… they don’t even have to be long, he just loves sending you a message so you wake up or go to bed thinking of him. Cause he sure as hell thinks of you.

He sticks by your side whenever he gets the chance. Always wanting to be the one to spar with you in training, the one you eat breakfast and dinner with, the one you sit next to in the common area. Practically nothing can drag him away from you.

A big advocate for you stealing his clothes. Loves to see you in his hoodies around the base, a smirk growing on his lips when he spots you. He loves as well when you sleep in his shirts, having once told him that you like how it smells like him.

NSFW

Gaz isn’t into taking videos and photos of you when you’re intimate. However… his one expectation is a set of Polaroids you gave him of you in lingerie, each photo with one less piece of clothing until the final one was a breathtaking nude photo of you. He prefers to keep them in his wallet, physical evidence that you’re his.

Gaz doesn’t shut up. Whether he’s praising, teasing, or slightly degrading you, he doesn’t stop talking. He loves the effect his words have on you. “Yeah? You’re close aren’t you? I can feel how you clench around me… trying to pull me in deeper, such a good fucking pussy. Just for me” occasionally leaning down and whispering directly into your ear “Sound so fucking beautiful… screaming out for me like a cock hungry whore”

He’ll use any chance he can get to smack your ass. The moment you lean over a counter, or bend over to grab something, you feel his hand collide with your ass. When you’re around other soldiers he simply gives your rear a little pinch or grope. Making sure it’s subtle enough no one even noticed.

Loves to lead but not be dominant. He enjoys choosing the position and how he wants to hold you, or touch you. He doesn’t like to manhandle you though, never.

However he will let you lead whenever you want. He’ll be especially supportive if you want to ride him, it being one of his favorite positions. His hands will hold your waist as you bounce on his cock. His eyes glued to the way your tits bounce in unison, either moving his hands up to grope them or leaning forward to lick and bite at them. “Looks so fucking sexy… let me help you darling.” His hands will lift your hips up and down harsher, even meeting your hips halfway by thrusting up into you. It’s not long before he takes control, fucking up into you - see second bonus ;)

He is a BIG tit guy. They don’t need even need to be big, he just loves playing with, licking, and kissing at the skin of your breasts before moving to toy with your nipples. Moaning against them knowing you’ll feel the vibration through your whole body.

Loves to cum on your tits and face. Wants to see it decorate your skin, or your clothes ;)

Afterwards will pick some of it up with his fingers, sticking them in your mouth “Suck them clean for me…” when you oblige hell immediately kiss you.

He would do the same after he finger fucks you. Licking his fingers clean right in front of your face, winking at you after he’s done.

Bonus —> He loves how you sound, but is more than happy to gag you with a rag or his fingers to keep you quiet. This just feels very Gaz… the roughness and lust. Yet he’d definitely make sure you’re in the mood for that kind of sex.

Second Bonus —> Loves how you ride him, wanting to lead your movements. When your thighs falter and ache he’ll soon have your wrists or even your hair in his hand as he fucks up into you. Encouraging you to meet his thrusts by smacking at your ass.

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KITTY/PUPPY BOYS PT2

Warnings:AfabReader!, just straight smut and fluff of course, Hybrids!

Parings: Kitty!Heizou, Puppy!Kaeya, Kitty!Dainsleif, Puppy!Thoma

Link to part one: https://www.tumblr.com/xazse/718064221394534400/kittypuppy-boys

PART THREE COMING SOON

KittyHeizou is very free spirited, he usually prefers to do things his own way, often times he’s not really In the house as much as the other boys are. he’s usually out and about wandering the streets looking for something to cure his curiosity or he’s in the house pestering you about how much his ears hurt and how he needs you to stop what you’re doing immediately to come tend to him.

KittyHeizou loves when you allow him permission to touch you anywhere, his absolutely favorite thing is to nead your breasts, over and over. Grabbing and pulling at them just does something entirely else to his body, it’s not long before there’s a tent in his pants that needs attending to. He’ll guide your hand down there and have you stroke him through his pants, but that doesn’t mean hes gonna stop kneading at your boobs! No! He’s gonna keep pawing at them till his hips are bucking into your hand and he cums on himself.

PuppyKaeya is a huge huge help around the house, he does all the cooking, while you and the other boys focus on the cleaning. Kaeya loves when you and him take strolls around your favorite park and do some simple sight seeing, or you both encounter new people and he just loves to converse. Kaeya won’t admit this out-loud but he does love when you dote on him, and by that I mean he loves when you praise him for something he specifically did or when he achieves something great, your sweet words never fail to have his tail swishing back and forth fast.

PuppyKaeya- Of course Kaeya is on you on days where you’re both alone: he’s balls deep in your cunt. panting in the crook of your neck: mumbling and rambling about how he can’t get enough of how wet you feel around him. Loves loves when you push his hair out of his face and map light kisses all over it, just like earlier he loves when you announce that his cock makes you feel so good and full, tell him he’s such a good boy for making his owner cum for the 3rd time. Make sure to be a little loud so the other boys can hear how excellent Kaeya is!

KittyDainself Just like Heizou, Dainsleif keeps to himself, but unlike him he stays in the house almost all the time, Dainsleif loves a good book reading, where he can relax in peace away from Kaeya’s constant questioning. Dain finds himself enjoying when the both of you cuddle up on a cold day and read together, his head in your lap stroking his ears while you read outloud. Moments like these is where he can truly let go and relax in your hold.

KittyDainsleif is a slow loving partner, he loves to intertwine his fingers with yours while he’s fucking you so good, his fat cock sliding in and out of your heat. Your kitty loves when you bite his neck: it’s so sensitive during your intimate moments, the combined thrusts of his hips, you sucking hickeys on his neck pushes him right over, his loud groan bouncing off the walls while his cock twitches and he spills every last drop into you.

PuppyThoma is also a huge help around the house: he’ll offer to do things that nobody really wants to do. Thoma loves sitting on the ground in front of you while you rub his ears and face, if you listen closely enough you can hear a deep rumbling of him purring with so much content. He absolutely adores your kisses as well, your plump lips meeting his lips does something entirely new to his body.

PuppyThoma is not so dominant when it comes to you, he prefers to be under you, for example his favorite position is you on top of him. Riding his cock for all its worth, the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock has tears decorating his waterline. This pup is so loud in the bedroom, his yelps and cries can he heard throughout the entire household, so when you hear soft knocking on the door it’s the other boys, hearing how good thoma is feeling has their cocks swelling and wanting to be buried in you too :( but of course you have to ignore them because it’s Thoma’s turn.

BOUNUS:

Dainsleif Just loves handjobs so much, when your fingers wrap around his already throbbing cock and jerk up and down, it’s definitely not the same when he does it your hands are so much more softer. Within a good few minutes he’s already clenching around your hand and cumming with a loud moan

Heizou and Thoma get along so well, if you’re not there to help one of them get off they can just go to eachother which they love, simply rubbing their cocks together for a extended period has both of them mewling and cumming.

Kaeya loves to shower with you, simply sitting in the shower with you pressed agaisnt his broad chest has him relaxing after a long time exhausting day.

Heizou sometimes gets extra needy when you’re in public to the point where it becomes an annoyance when he’s pressing up against you tempting you to touch him. Having to drag him to the bathroom where you’ll allow your kitty to indulge in the warmth of your cunt! But only for 5 minutes! That’s all the time you’ll allow, even if he doesn’t cum within those 5 minutes you’re already pulling up your panties soaked in his precum.

Thoma loves anal, when you stick your finger inside his hole it has his hips already bucking up against you, and his cocklet dripping from neglect.

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mothwingwritings · 6 months

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C and F for my boy Pickle

Eyyy sorry for the delay! (Yes I am still working on these!!!) Here is some Pickle goodness for you my dear.~<3

WARNINGS: Sex and violence and one love sick feral man.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Pickle would honestly treat you as nicely as he is able too. His living environment has its limitations, but he does everything he can to make it comfortable and inviting for you, adamant about making it a home that is fitting of his mate.

Once you are safely stashed away in his secret abode he sets to work constructing you a nest of things so that you may find pinnacle contentment in your new home. He’s gathered an amalgamation of the softest blankets, clothes, linen, etc. that has been given to him or that he has scavenged, so that you may rest in peace and luxury while in his presence. He also brings you the best cuts of meat after his hunts, though he caught on quickly that you were apt to turn your nose at his bloody, raw offering (he couldn’t quite understand why, he was sure you would love it if you just gave it a chance). Once he picks up on your distaste, he instead begins to hoard ingredients and snacks he steals picks up out in the world, supplying you all manner of foodstuff till he pins down the ones you like.

While Pickle prefers you in your natural state, he understands your body needs protection from the elements. He doesn’t quite get modern fashion, but you seem sad wearing the same thing over and over again. While he’s out he procures a hodge-podge of varying clothing, presenting it to you by dumping it at your feet, a huge dopey grin on his face. He loves seeing you in the clothing he gifts you, you look so beautiful in each and every piece that he can’t help but stare, holding back the urge to rip it right back off and have his way with you.

Pickle won’t mock you and wouldn’t dream of disrespecting you in anyway. Any harm he causes you is either completely unintentional or for your own good. He loses control of himself sometimes, forgetting his own strength. You are just so small and he loves you so much, it’s hard to hold himself back. He hates using his strength against you to prove a point, but if you remain insistent on trying to escape him he will do what he must to protect you. You are HIS mate and HE’S the only one who can take care of you. All that’s waiting for you in this strange new world is danger, so if you won’t stay by his side willingly, he will force you there.

All that said, while you may be relatively safe from Pickle’s more violent tendencies, anyone else most certainly is NOT. If another person approaches you, threatens you, or tries to take you away from him they will be obliterated, decimated, ripped to shreds, torn apart until nothing is left. He’ll bask in the gruesome slaughter, their end another validation that he is the best one for you, the one who loves and can protect you above all others. Doesn’t matter if that person is a stranger or your own mother-he is all you need, anyone else butting in is an unnecessary threat.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find it incredibly charming if you tried to fight him. Pickle doesn’t see it as an act of aggression at all, but views it as you trying to mimic him as a sign of reverence. You think he is so impressive and strong that you strive to be like him, going so far as to challenge him to a fight. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but break out into a huge toothy grin when he sees you assume a fighting stance.

And it excites him- seeing you tense up, clenching your fists and bending your knees, preparing to strike at a moment’s notice. Seconds before the fray, you stare him down with such intensity, sizing him up and calculating what moves you should make against him, gears turning in your head as you focus wholly on him. The fixation on him sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He is the only one you are thinking of in that moment, and in turn you are all that is occupying his thoughts.

Your strikes never hurt him and he can tell how much that frustrates you. He’ll play along sometimes to make you happy, yowling like a mother lioness that is being batted by her cub. He’ll cringe at your punch, shy away from your kick. If he’s convincing enough, you sometimes award him with a small smile, a brief look of accomplishment. It warms his heart, knowing you are having as good of a time as he is.

He also relishes the closeness the two of you share when you initiate these little fights. Usually you try and hide away from him, distancing yourself as much as possible whenever he is in the vicinity. At first he thought it was another game you were trying to play with him, something coy, cute, and seductive to grab his attention. But when the chase became a regular thing he was disappointed, why did you put up such a fuss each time your mate tried to approach you? You didn’t even give him a prize when he finally caught you, just flailing and screaming and spitting. It hurt his feelings- this was supposed to be fun.

But the little brawls you had were fun, and they gave him a chance to have you near him without any to-do. He could feel your skin on his, smell your sweat as your body writhed and wriggled against his. Feeling your small hands grab at his hulking form, listening to your strained moans and heavy breathing as you threw your all into attacking him… Witnessing you in such a state, holding you close as your body rubbed his in just the right way, it doesn’t take long for him to completely lose control.

Before you can recognize what is going on, your body is sheathing his cock, previous grunts of exertion quickly turning into wails of pleasure.

He doesn’t understand why you cry so much afterwards, though. Were you not having as much fun as he was? You initiated the fight, why are you so upset at the outcome? It was a good tussle, and judging by the noises you were making, he was able to make you feel good. Even if you struggled a bit when he was trying to enter you, you always end up yielding to him. The fit is tight, and there have been several times he was afraid he would outright break you when he pushed deeper, pressing into your core. But the pleasure that courses through him as he bottoms out is indescribable. He loses himself in the feel of you surrounding him, completely consumed by the euphoria your body has supplied him.

You are his perfect mate, his brave little warrior, and his love for you is endless. So don’t cry, OK? Maybe next time he’ll let you really ‘win.’ :)

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twisted-wonderland-memories · 3 months

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Dealing with the Eel Twins.

Jade Leech x Reader x Floyd Leech

You are pretty much stoic in anyway, hoping that you won’t get or attract any attention from others. A certain DUO decided to mess with you.

———

You may think it’s strange really, casually repeating your daily activities till the next situation of overblots. But ever since you took care of Azul’s overblot, you are greeted by the twins left and right no matter where you go.

Well I guess you can say that you caught the eels on your net.

How did it happen in the first place? You just did what you were told my Headmaster (also irresponsible) Crowley for giving you a biggest threat that would count as your next trauma, but to think that the Leech twins appear to you just to not only get your attention, but in every detail that you have and they don’t.

You had zero idea how did Azul get used to the twins and got them under control so well without going haywire.

But when you told your situation to Azul, he was surprised but he just laughs it off and tell you that you got their attention thats all.

But how can you tell?

Floyd is a squeeze addict that he can squeeze you when he is in a very good mood and wants to enjoy your touch and hugs, you do wanted to hide but you can’t since you do admit you find him cute. Plus for some reason, I think he can use his magic to act like you were very strong when you are carrying him in a squeeze hug but that is beside the point. But Floyd DOES appreciate your company when you were still there concerned when he is in a very bad mood, letting him rest his head on your shoulder while your hugging him does comfort him one at a time it never fails to make Floyd pause and realize that he enjoyed squeezing you.

Jade is pretty hard to predict, how should I say this without offending him. He IS polite but he can be chaotic at times, heck he enjoys the chaos everyone has in store so it just makes him ….a but unique. But to think that Jade falls for you is honestly interesting, there are many opportunities that it can happen and yet here you are with him. Not to mention that Jade does pay more attention to you more than the others so..thats a change? Jade would pay attention to your needs and what you need in exchange for his attention, after all who wouldn’t resist on going on a peaceful hiking with Jade just to find edible mushrooms.

But if the two combined, its an interesting story that even Azul is trying to cope with the newest chaos the twins can make.

One at the time the twins want your attention to themselves that they find fighting each other in the monstro lounge that it gave Azul new headaches. Heck he evenly witnessed the twins going crazy in the fight because your playing attention to one of the twins instead of the other.

If you can imagine yourself charming both the eels it would make things a good or bad thing escalate. After all one of the twins wants your attention more than anything even tho they can disobey Azul from one at a time.

But if you cant handle the twins being a bit too much. Please don’t hesitate to call Azul.

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Dating Ecthelion Would Include...

A/N: You wouldn’t believe how long I had this waiting to be posted along with the other Lords.

➳❥ He is someone who follows the rules of the city and society and cares about how society views him, so he hates the idea of taking risks in public. With that being said when it comes to you, he’ll make the exception and break a few rules here and there and if anyone has anything to say they’d have cold-looking Ecthelion staring at them.

➳❥ He adores giving you gifts whenever the occasion calls for it or even if it doesn’t. It’s the way your eyes light up when he sees that you love your gift and how you don’t hesitate to throw yourself into his arms to thank him.

➳❥ You have the luxuries of experiencing a free performance as well as his latest pieces he composes as the ‘flute master’. You have the tendency to call him a charmer anytime he plays his flute since you are…charmed.

➳❥ He enjoys going for walks with you around the city, mostly in the evening when fewer people are walking about and to mostly avoid a certain golden hair oaf that loves to trail behind you two claiming that he feels left out.

➳❥ Dating Ecthelion means being around Glorfindel, Galdor, Egalmoth and Rog quite often and they are always quick to share info about the stoic lord with you. They’d share all the embarrassing things he’s done from small come all the way up till yesterday.

➳❥ You two are frequently invited to dinners and lunch dates by the other Lords since when you’re around he suddenly becomes chattier and more whipped, and they love to tease him about this. You’re going to find lots of invitations arriving at your doorstep.

➳❥ The two of you enjoy slow dancing on evenings in the confinements of his quarters, knowing that no one in their right mind would barge in and interrupt. It’s one of his most favoured peaceful moments with you.

➳❥ The first time you asked him to train you, you and everyone else that was around saw his hair turned grey at the thought of you fighting. He doesn’t like the idea and thinks of you fighting because why would you when Gondolin was safe?

➳❥ You may or may not turn to Glorfindel to ask for help which just makes Ecthelion combust and jealous and threatens Glorfindel to bury him if you return home bruised. He spends the entire time eyeing him like a hawk ensuring that he does slip up, when he could have been training you instead.

➳❥ After your first three training sessions with Lord Glorfindel, and praising how wonderful of a warrior he was, Ecthelion blew a fuse and changed his mind. From the next day, he began training you in the basics and helped you to work your way up in strength and skills.

➳❥ At least with him as your beloved, you get the opportunity of a lifetime to have unlimited access to his fountains as your swimming pools. If he doesn't join you, drag him in by pretending to drown and watch as he becomes the epitome of a wet cat.

➳❥ He’s someone who didn’t realise that he would enjoy cuddling so much after hearing the activity being something popular couples perform. The first time you two cuddled, he literally melted into your embrace like a puddle and refused to depart from your arms.

➳❥ Hates to admit that he turns into a baby during cuddling and would launch into battle mode if anyone interrupted his pampering moment.

➳❥ All his kisses are done in private, and you can’t fight him to change his mind. Man is just stubborn. That’s something you’d have to learn how to deal with when dealing with him as well as his propriety-like behaviour. He won’t hesitate to give you a little scolding here and there. You’d probably have to tell him to loosen up a bit (A lot).

➳❥ You also get the opportunity to witness his drinking abilities with the other Lords. It’s the one time when he was unrestrained and would perform non-Ecthelion acts. Cue him and the other Lords skinny-dipping in his fountain while you look on ready to blackmail him with the info in the future.

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harlowsbby · 9 months

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Can you write something about Jack have a sore throat and having to baby him back to health?

Someone Like U

*Ring* *Ring*

You groaned hearing the sound of the bell that Urban had gifted Jack earlier that morning when he stopped by with a few of the other guys.

Jack had a sore throat and even though many people have or have had sore throats Jack still somehow acted as if it was the end of the world.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

“I’m coming! Stop ringing the damn bell already.”

You yelled and the ringing stopped, You grabbed a bowl and poured some of your famous chicken soup inside and also grabbed him a pack of crackers and some water and started making your way upstairs.

As you made your way upstairs you carefully tried your best to balance the tray that was in your hand, when you finally made it you sighed in relief.

Upon hearing the bedroom door creaking open Jack’s head appeared from the pile of pillows that laid near your headboard.

He gave you a faint smile as he tossed the bell somewhere on the bed resulting in it to ring till it stopped rolling, you glared at him as he smiled at you.

“I’m gonna break that bell I hope you know that.”

He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his pen and paper and scribbled something on it before holding it up so you can read it.

‘If you do that I won’t give you kisses’

It read on the paper and you laughed. “Whatever you know you’re the one that can’t even go five minutes without kissing me.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you and pointed to the soup.

“You hungry?” He nodded his head. You carefully got some soup on the spoon, you blew it a little before lifting it up to his mouth, you watched as he parted his lips before wrapping them around the spoon.

“Is it good?” You questioned he rubbed his stomach and gave you a thumbs up.

“How does your throat feel?” You asked him and patiently waited as he wrote down his answer on the paper.

‘It doesn’t feel as sore anymore, when I swallow it doesn’t hurt.’ He wrote on the paper.

“That’s good, but you know what.” You told him and he looked at you with his eyebrows raised waiting for you to finish.

“I kinda like it when you can’t talk it’s nice and peaceful.” You joked and giggled as he rolled his eyes at you and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m just kidding stop acting like a baby.” He pouted and wrote something else on his paper.

‘But I’m your baby.’ He wrote.

“That you are now come on and finish this soup before it gets cold.” You fed the rest of the chicken soup to Jack and he ate a few crackers when he finished you went to take everything downstairs but he tugged on your arm, pulling you back into the bed.

“What’s wrong? I’m just taking these down real quick.” He searched around the bed for his pen and paper but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Stay please just leave them there.” He managed to croak out. You placed the dirty dishes on the chair that sat in your room before joining Jack in bed.

He immediately moves his body next to yours and wraps his arms around you pulling you closer into his chest.

“Well you’re talking now your throat must feel a bit better?” He shrugged his shoulders his eyes tiredly looking into your eyes. “Barley babe.” He croaked out making you coo.

Jack hated getting sick but even though his throat was feeling a bit better he had to admit he loved getting this extra one on one time with you and he was in no rush to admit he felt better.

“Take a nap yeah? When you wake up we can shower and watch movies.” He simply nodded and laid his head on your shoulder before falling asleep.

It was around 5pm when Jack had woken up from his nap he looked down seeing you fast asleep on his chest.

“Thank you.” He whispered and kissed the top of your head. He was thankful he had someone like you to look after him and to come home to.

He placed his head above your head and tightened his grip on you, he loved having you wrapped up in his arms. He soon fell back asleep to the sound of your soft snores.

(I hope you like it anon 😭💘)

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wayfayrr · 4 months

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May I please have a soft hot coco with red velvet as a takeaway?

order up dear - I hope you'll find it to your tastes <3

soft sweet wars outside of hyrule, one of my favourites to write of everyone? 👁️ this was so fun to write peep - he's just so fun to play with in different ways and this in particular? there are so many different ways to build up to it, this is only one of the ways I planned it out of about four different ideas for confessions I had for him >:) if you're curious at all I will so ramble about them on demand

[Event masterlist]

“You look good in that link, I’m almost jealous of how good you look in modern clothes, I knew getting some better fitting ones was a good idea.”

“Really honeybee? I don’t think I would go that far, even though I agree with the second bit.”

Oh, he knows how stupidly attractive he is, I can hear it in his voice and see it in his actions. The way he spins me to face him and leans in close - just lean in a little closer, please.

“Won’t you say it for me again honey?”

“You’re stunning…”

“And to think I’m all yours.”

Following up that last line with a chuckle and a featherlight kiss on my lips, pulling back as a sly look crossed his face like he’s not yet had enough. Letting me take in a short shocked breath till he closed the gap again, silky soft lips meeting mine for the second time, his hand coming up to gently start playing with the hair on the back of my neck like he already knows how to make everything feel right. Tilting his head every now and then I can’t help but melt into it, like he’s simply asking me to be his. The lightheadedness when he pulled away was only natural.

“Sorry I - I should’ve asked first. I know I’m moving fast.” Isn’t that an understatement. Even though he hasn’t been here long, it’s only been a few days since we both ended up here, earth is working miracles on his confidence. He doesn’t seem as paranoid as he did back in Hyrule; which led perfectly to him biting a bullet and asking me to date him the minute he realised we were in my world.

“Don’t be, you know I would’ve said yes anyway.”

“Still…”

“If you feel that bad, you could make up with another kiss?”

That snapped him out of it, bringing back his laugh as he let go of me although not before one last kiss, to my cheek this time.

“In a bit, I wouldn’t want to keep us here too long would I? You did mention that if we leave this ‘mall’ too late then it’ll take longer to get to your home after all.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I did say that, wish we wouldn’t have to worry about traffic though.”

Driving back doesn’t take all that long, especially since we beat the rush. It was only a matter of minutes till we were home, sorting out his bags while he offered to make us both a drink. Thankfully he picked up how to use appliances much faster than I would’ve assumed so I don’t even have to worry.

Within what felt like the blink of an eye we were both sitting down in the living room, laying on each other and just existing, without having to worry about things that used to be commonplace. Back to normal for me, but for wars, for link? Has he ever lived in peace like this, ever?

“[name]?”

“Yeah link?”

“If I asked you if I could stay here, after everything is dealt with, would you let me?”

That answers that question then, that and the tears running down his face.

“You wouldn’t even have to ask if you wanted to stay. I’d be more than happy for you to stay with me, love.”

His sobs were heart-wrenching, has no one ever cared to make him feel safe before? It’s like he’s never been shown even basic kindness before with how he’s reacting, with the things I’ve heard from time about his past though… Should I be surprised? I always hoped they were rumours, as much as I knew they can’t have been.

“You’ll always have a home with me link, okay love? You never need to question that.”

Setting aside my mug and his I coax him into my arms, drawing him into a hug so that he can cry, so that he can know he’s safe and wanted. Rubbing his back while his head buries itself into my neck, my shirt becoming sodden as he tries and fails to put the broken parts of himself back together. The longer we stay like this the slower his tears form.

“It’s okay, to want to scream and say that you’re still afraid. You've seen more than a hundred lies, each one simply trying to hurt you worse, but you can let yourself be safe here. I swear on my life.”

“I know, I know, I know and I’m scared.”

“And it’s alright to be scared link, just know you aren’t alone.”

It almost hurts with how tightly he’s holding onto me, nodding desperately into my shoulder as he takes shaking breaths.

If you told me it was an eternity until he started to get less tense, I would believe you, but eventually, his grip does loosen somewhat.

“Can we just stay like this for now?”

“As long as you need dear.”

Which seemed to be the final thing stopping him from falling asleep on me, his breaths evening as he just drifts off, not that it takes all that long for me to follow his example.

#I could so continue this ngl #:)#I love him your honour #he's a simp #but so complex too #I can hurt him but be fluffy too???#best man #link x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #tloz #the legend of zelda #moss✦writes

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| Smoke Break

warnings - depression, smoking, angst, hurt, argument, sensitive topics, suicide attempt(lmk if theres more)

summary - you and seungmin had a messy argument, you thought you’d just take a small smoke break, but was it just a smoke break?

pairing - roommate!seungmin x depressed!reader

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i tried. i really, really tried.

i really tried to be better, not for me but for him.

i really tried believing everything will be merry if i just worked hard, i did.

but i’m breaking, breaking down pieces by pieces each day, hurting everyone around me, looking at all the disappointed faces.

i really tried, really tried be someone he’d want.

someone mature, successful, peaceful to be with.

but me? i’m depressed, struggling, and draining to be with.

he left 5 days ago for his business trip to Paris, leaving the house to me. i came back from work the day before he’s gonna arrive and find a messy apartment to myself. i sigh keeping my bag putting my hands on my face huffing.

i need to clean this, i can’t give him more reasons to hate me.

i had really fallen in love, but i know if i ever end up having him, i’ll completely ruin him. i can’t have anyone stay, i have no promises to make, i can’t even promise myself.

i pick up the pair of socks on the ground, followed by my old shirt and slowly steadily started cleaning the place.

i never really smoke at him, i don’t want him to know i smoke, it’s disgusting, but i’m so into it i can’t get out. a small smoke break won’t hurt? right?

i made my way to the balcony, mesmerised by the beauty of the skyscrapers and apartments. i always found myself coming back to new york. always. for some reason i always end up here, and i don’t hate it. i love this city truly, but i hate the memories attached to it. looking at a couple walking down the road i take a puff.

A second one wouldn’t hurt right? second became third, third became fourth, fourth became fifth, there was nothing to stop me, nobody to care for, no fear to get caught, then why stop?

“(y/n)?” i flinched, seungmin? but he wasn’t coming till tomorrow?

i hurriedly throw my cigarette out,

“seungmin? you’re early.” i try to act normal as a puff came out of my mouth.

“you’re smoking?” he frowned, it felt as if he was taunting. i didn’t say anything, words betrayed me, i stood there still.

“do whatever but not in my apartment.” he said scoffing. why was he being so mean? oh so he didn’t care at all? his apartment?

it hurt my ego, and i let it get the best of me.

“your apartment seungmin? where you are rarely in? sure. I will smoke wherever i want seungmin” i mock. he was staring at me, disappointed?

“i have work (y/n) , not like you— fuck why am i even arguing with you? you’re just an useless roommate who can’t keep the apartment clean for 5 fucking days or have the decency to not smoke in the apartment.” he leaves.

i stare, stare and stare blanky. i freeze at his words, but i was really trying, i really was. i stood still, processing.

i felt something on my hand, water? was i crying?

i slowly walk towards my room’s bathroom, a cold shower bath would really help right now.

as i was laying in the bathtub, i go down and down, slowly, and i didn’t protest, i let it happen, i look at the ceiling, did i really want this? to live like this? fake hopes? pain? temporary happiness?

i said alot to her, i couldve handled it differently, fuck. i heard her open her room’s door, i saw her walk into the bathroom through the door creak. i should probably give her some space, fuck i felt guilty. i knew she wasn’t doing good lately and used it against her? thats not who i am i wanted to look upto me, to be safe with me.

time passed, i was growing anxious, was isn’t she coming out? it’s been 45 minutes, it’s worrying me. she always took quick baths, why is she still there. something inside me, an instinct, a voice forced me to go into the bathroom, it told me something’s wrong, i knew it.

“(y/n)? (Y/N)” she was deep inside the water, eyes closed, fuck fuck, hearing my voice she got up gasping for air.

she tried.. drowning herself?

“what the fuck are you doing?” i put my hand on her back to support her get up, she was crying, her eyes were red,

“i swear it wasn’t intentional i couldn’t.. i couldn’t stop it seungmin, i swear please” she was holding my hands, begging, whimpering and crying,

my eyes fall on her dark circles, then her sad eyes, then her dry lips, she lost weight? how did i never notice?

“it’s okay, it’s okay i’m here baby, it’s okay”

i pat her head slowly taking her in my embrace, kissing her forehead time to time, “it’s okay, i’m not mad, i know you didn’t mean it, you’ll be okay”

“let’s get you out of here, hm? let’s get you on the bed”

she looked so tired, so weak.

i pick her up and lay her down on her bed, dressing her up in fresh clothes. I lay beside her, gently caressing her forehead and hair, looking at her sleeping face. i place a small kiss on her nose,

“i love you seungmin” she mumbled in her sleep as she nuzzles into my neck,

“i’ve always loved you (y/n)” i said as i rest my chin on top of her head, soothing her hair.

posted after a while haha, felt like writing, getting it out lol, sort of a rant—? hehe.

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wake up call - Azriel

summary: Azriel gives his mate a way to boost her confidence ;)

a/n: here is some Az smut for y'all! enjoy! also features casein at the end!

warnings: oral sex (male receiving), talk of insecurities, wake-up sex, language

wc: 1,400

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You had talked about it before with him but had never worked up the nerve to do it till now. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, it seemed wrong to wake him.

Even for a blowjob.

But last night he told you what he wanted.

You were exhausted.

Azriel always used your body in the most divine way, worked it like it was his sole purpose in life to make you sing in pleasure for hours.

You were now curled into his chest, laying on top of his wing and resting your head on his bent arm. Just listening to him breathe. His other arm was drawing lazy circles on the outside of your thigh that was draped over his middle.

After care was done. You were cleaned and hydrated. Snacks had been eaten. Now you were just cuddling. Your favorite bit.

You tilted your head up to look at him.

“Did you like it,” you asked. He probably got tired of you asking, but a girl needs reassurance sometimes. Okay all the time but the point remains.

“Yes, love.” He looked down at you, giving you a faint smile. “We could be together for thousands of years across lifetimes, and I would never tire of you or your body.”

You murmured a little, happy about the reassurance. He let out a contented sigh.

“I liked it too,” you said. “If you were wondering.”

“I am always concerned about whether or not you find your pleasure but was pretty confident in the four orgasms you had an hour ago. But it’s nice to hear.”

“I get it. Cocky bastard,” you teased.

“There is a difference in cockiness and confidence. I happen to be confident in my ability to pleasure my mate,” he said, humor evident in his voice.

You felt a wave of insecurity wash over you. He sensed it immediately.

“Hey now,” he whispered. “I love you and I love our sex life. And me having confidence in fucking you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t or can’t have confidence in yourself.”

“Its’s not that,” you whispered, sitting up to look at him. “I feel like I am annoying you. That after years together that my insecurities should have gone away. That I should be over certain things. That you won’t only get tired of my body, but the rest of me as well.”

You were crying now.

“I’m afraid that if I’m not exactly what you want all the time then, you’ll leave me. Like everyone else. And to top it all off, I am putting that on you even though you have never done anything to make me think that about you. And then the cycle starts all over again.”

Azriel pulled you into his arms and let you finish crying there.

When you were ready, you pulled back to look him in the eyes. He brought one scarred, beautiful hand to cup your face.

“My love,” he started. “There is next to nothing you could do to make me not love you. As your mate, it is my duty to make sure you are happy and cared for. So, if you need me to tell you that I love you and that I want you twice a day, every day, for the rest of our lives then so be it. To do so would be an honor, not a chore.”

Gods, how did you get so lucky.

You were so choked up with emotion that all you could do was plant a gentle kiss on his lips and move to lie back down.

You laid there for a while, soaking up each other’s company for a while longer when Azriel spoke.

“Do you want to boost your love-making confidence?”

And that’s how you ended up looking over your mates sleeping body, preparing to give him a good-morning blowjob.

He normally had morning wood, but you knew it wasn’t the same thing as being turned on. You didn’t want to violate him. So, you formulated a plan.

Rouse him enough that he wakes up horny, then start sucking his cock.

Easy enough. Illyrians are all horny bastards.

You hovered over his body, careful not to touch his wings. That would wake him up in a hurry and you didn’t want that.

You slowly tarted kissing his neck and chest, moving your way down his well-toned body. The dark markings of his tattoos standing out against the warm brown of his skin.

He stirred for a second when you brushed a kiss over his nipple but stilled. You made you way down to the line of hair that led to his cock. You ran you fingers over it, scratching lightly. Your mouth followed the trail your fingers left with kisses.

He was starting to shift.

Now for the final attempt at waking him up gently.

Slowly, you reached one hand up and traced a finger along the vein that ran vertically up his wing. The wing twitched, and Azriel’s eyes fluttered open.

Thank the Mother he fell asleep naked, giving you no obstacles as you reached down to cup his cock.

“Good morning, Az,” you whispered in what you hoped was a seductive voice. “Still want your wake-up call?”

He nodded, and that was all the go-ahead you needed before you quickly enveloped his cock in your warm mouth.

The moment you took him, Azriel let out a groan that almost sounded like he was in pain. You began moving your tongue over his thick, engorged length, making it impossibly harder.

After his cock was swollen to your liking, you began to move your head.

You started lifting and returning your head and hand in tandem to give the desired effect.

Peering up to look at Azriel, you found the male starting back you, awe and bliss on his face as he watched you take him down your throat.

The look only encouraged you.

You moved faster, eager to have him spill himself down your throat.

His breaths shorted and his abs tightened. You hollowed your cheeks to give him the final push.

He let out a moan that somewhat sounded like your name as he spilled warm, salty cum in your mouth. You kept moving, to help his orgasm last, like does for you.

He was whispering your name like a prayer as you pulled your mouth off of his cock. He quickly gathered you to his chest and pulled you in for a kiss. He groaned when he tasted himself from your mouth.

Flipping you over broke the kiss, and he took the opportunity to say, “Good morning, beautiful. Want me to return the favor?”

Before you could hastily agree, a voice came from outside your bedroom door.

“No time, I’m afraid,” Cassian’s annoyingly chipper voice came from the other side of the door. “There is a disturbance on the eastern Day Court border, near the northern mouth of the Ash Valley and we need you for scouting and recon.”

Your mate dropped his head to your shoulder and sighed.

“Hurry up, lover boy. I already let you get your morning blowjob, making us late enough. Get a move on.”

“That’s near the Night Court border and it sounds important,” you told your mate. “Better get going before he comes in here and drags you out by your hair.”

“He could try,” your mate grumbled as he stood up and put on his base layer for his leathers, including two of his seven siphons. Tapping the siphon on his left hand, his leathers encased his body, the rest of his siphons gleaning in the morning light. The shadows danced around him, ready for action.

You stood up and found your night dress before Azriel opened the door.

He made his way over to the door and opened it to reveal the most annoying general in the seven courts.

“Good morning, kids! How we doin’?”

“Cock-block,” you grumbled as you pushed your way past him and down the hall.

“Always good to see you too, sunshine,” Cassian laughed, following you down the hall and to the living room.

The pair made for the door, but before he could leave, you pulled Azriel close.

“Be careful, Az,” you said, rising on your toes and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Come home to me.”

“Always.”

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 7 months

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Dates I Think TXT Would Take You On

random thoughts but like…. kinda cute…

hope y’all enjoy!!

all the love ~ lunar

Soobin

picnic dates

i could totally see Soobin taking you on a picnic date

like he would find a park that isn’t super busy, and would find the most perfect spot for whatever your preference is, and would be super cute about it

like he would have all of your favorite snacks and drinks, and flowers, the whole shindig

but he would be super shy and nervous that he did too much and you won’t like it🥺

he loves these sort of intimate, quality moments with you, talking about anything and everything, or even not talking at all

he just loves spending quality time with you !!

Yeonjun

shopping dates

our fashion icon loves shopping, and he loves you, so how could he not take you shopping any chance he gets ?!

he loves to spoil you, so no matter how hard you try, he’s not letting you pay for a single thing

he’s great with fashion, and loves to pick outfits for you !! lucky you, he only picks the best things for his baby !!

will sit there and mage you put on a whole show, model walk and everything, and then will tell you his honest opinion

always giving you advice about what styles, patterns, and colors look best on you, and he’s never wrong

y’all would be the most iconic couple fr

he loves to show off the things he loves, so taking you shopping is one way for him to do that, while also spending time with you <3

Beomgyu

amusement park dates

gyu bear has a lot of energy

so i think something thrilling like the amusement park would be a date he takes you on for sure

he loves seeing you smile, and knows you’re having a good time when you can’t stop laughing after getting off a rollercoaster

he enjoys living an exciting life, and he enjoys having you by his side through everything

he’s 100% taking you on the biggest rollercoaster in the park, whether you want to go or not

he loves the way you latch onto him when you’re nervous, it makes him feel needed 🥺

laughs at you (with you) when y’all get off the rides and look at the pictures that were taken at the top

just honestly loves bringing you out of your comfort zone, and seeing how well you handle everything, it makes him really happy

Taehyun

beach dates

walking by the water, hand in hand, with the love of his life, this is so Taehyun coded !!

he’s a simple guy, he obviously shows you how much he loves you everyday, but these simple dates mean the most to him

the ones where there isn’t much preparation or going overboard or anything, just him spending quality time with his love

he finds peace by the ocean, and even more peace with you, honestly i could see him taking you on these dates when his schedule is stressful, or he just needs some time to unwind in general

these are probably the dates you feel his love the most

the way he holds your hand, and the way he looks at you, while leisurely walking, as if you two have all the time in the world

he finds these dates very intimate and comforting, and he lets his guard down more than usual on these dates, showing you his softer side

Huening Kai

arcade dates

another guy with a lot of energy, he would love to take you on an arcade date !!

his hand only lets go of yours to play the games, other than that, he is dragging you from game to game

obviously let’s you pick games too, probably alternates who chooses what game is next

WILL take as long as he needs to win you a plushie, whichever one you want, he’s not stopping till he gets it for you

buys all the snacks and junk food you could possibly desire

he just loves you and wants to have fun with you !! plus he thinks the way that the arcade lights reflects in your eyes is beyond mesmerizing

he’s a fun, easy going guy, do i think an arcade date would be perfect for him and his love <3

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'Black Wedding' Story Event: Chapter 1

William's Route

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On a peaceful early afternoon, long fingers danced across the black and white keys on the piano.

(... It sounds so beautiful. I love listening to Will play the piano.)

While I was captivated by the beautiful tune, my lover, the King of Self-Righteousness, spoke in a way that sounded like he was singing along to the tunes he played on the piano.

William: Kate, why don’t you marry me?

Kate: …

(Me and William. Married?)

The words that came from those shapely lips were so sudden that my words caught in my throat.

William: Oya, did I just get rejected?

Kate: T—

Kate: That’s not what I mean!

William: Hmm?

Kate: I was just surprised by how sudden it was…

(I think my heart nearly stopped beating…)

I placed my hand over my heart that was still going crazy, William looked at me and laughed.

William: Then we’ll wait till you’ve calmed down from the surprise.

(Getting married to William.)

I felt like I had been misled by those words that came out of his mouth…

(William loves freedom, I can’t believe he proposed the idea of marriage…)

Kate: Is there a reason for why you said that all of a sudden?

William: You’re as smart as ever.

William: While conducting investigations with Victor, we got some information on an organisation named “Amour”.

William: They’re based in a church, and claim to be able to “make love last for eternity”...

William: There have been several cases where the couples who approached that church in search of eternal love never returned.

Kate: … They never returned? Could it be…

William: It’s not that they never returned, but rather they can’t. They've probably been killed.

(What the…)

William: The killer is the head of the organisation, the Founder.

Kate: Why would he take those innocent lives…?

William: I wonder…?

(William definitely knows why.)

He shrugged his shoulders and didn't say a thing, the look in his eyes told me “if you want to know, find out for yourself”.

(Of course… that’s the plan.)

Will smiled in response to that implicit murmur and narrowed his eyes.

Kate: Whatever his reason may be, it’s Crown’s duty to condemn evil with evil, so that there won't be any more victims.

Kate: And as a fairytale writer… it’s my duty to write that down in the records.

William: Yes. That’s my lovely little robin.

His smile was so charming and uplifting.

(Whenever he looks at me like this, I feel like I can accomplish anything.)

He was the only person in this world who could make me feel that way.

Kate: So what does us getting married have to do with punishing Amour for their sins?

William: Amour holds weddings as the ceremony to grant couples eternal love.

William: And it appears that the Founder, who is the root of the problem, will only show himself then.

William: He’s so thorough in hiding, it’s clear that he has a guilty conscience.

Kate: So you're saying that we’ll infiltrate the organisation and have our “wedding”...

Kate: Then lure the Founder out?

William: That’s right. … Hearing the details might change your mind.

Kate: Huh…?

Will narrowed his eyes and twirled my hair around his finger.

William: The kiss of oath might turn into a bloodbath.

William: If having an upright wedding is your dream, it’s still not too late to turn back.

Will smiled while offering me an escape route.

(In the past, the message he’s trying to convey would’ve really been “you can do as you please”.)

(But now, perhaps…)

(He just wants to hear me tell him myself what I want.)

This selfish king with red eyes enjoyed loving my desires.

Kate: Of course I won’t turn back. I want to have that wedding ceremony with you.

Kate: Even if we get drenched in blood… that would be wonderful because it’d be a kiss of oath to never forget.

Will smiled happily and kissed the locks of hair he was fidgeting with.

William: … Then it’s decided.

…

While getting myself ready for our mission, I smiled as I thought back to what happened earlier.

(I never expected to ever hear Will ask me “will you marry me?”)

The thought of having a wedding ceremony was making me nervous, even though it was a pretend one.

And then it hit me.

(This… this is the first time I’ve been conscious about the possibility of marrying Will.)

I loved him so much that I was willing to give him my everything, both my body and soul.

(Maybe it’s because we’ve had many much more important things to be concerned about?)

He was destined to be destroyed one day.

As someone who loved him, I was bound to be consumed by that fate as long as I stayed by his side.

I was desperate to accept that reality, love each other, and remain by his side until the day I died.

(But what if we were to have a real wedding…?)

A wedding was a sacred ceremony for a couple to vow their love to each other.

For us, who have chosen to live in the darkness — who and what do we vow to?

…

Kate: … This church is beautiful…

The organisation was based in a church located outside of London.

The air of tranquillity made it feel as if it was a painting.

(I can’t believe people are being killed here…)

William: A dangerous organisation that reeks of blood, and having a pretend wedding with a villain…

William: … A rather pervasive situation you’re in. How are you feeling?

Kate: Honestly, I’m feeling nervous… but I’m also a little excited.

Kate: Of course, I’ll be careful not to put you in danger.

William: Fufu, my knight is still going strong today.

Kate: Kya…

He put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him like we were in a dance.

William: Like this, let’s show off to our hearts content.

Kate: Show off… show what off?

William: That we’re in love with each other.

William: Oh, I didn't tell you? Not everyone can hold their wedding here.

William: The followers of Amour have to acknowledge that we “truly love each other”.

William: We can’t just have a wedding.

Kate: So does that mean… our mission is a failure if we don't get acknowledged as lovers?

Will gave me an affirmative smile.

Kate: Then… we should flirt as much as we want… right?

(Flirting in front of others… that’s kind of embarrassing.)

(It’s to be able to spend time with Will while on a mission.)

William: Just do what you always do.

William: There won’t be any problems as long as you keep showing how adorable you are with your bright red whenever I hug you like this, Kate.

Kate: …!?

Will gave me a quick peck and let go of me.

William: Let’s go.

Kate: A-Alright…

(Will my heart… survive till the end of this mission?)

…

Cultist: Thank you very much for coming to our church.

Upon arriving at the chapel, we were greeted by several cultists dressed in white.

At first glance, they appeared good-hearted because of their calm smiles.

(But… all of their eyes aren't smiling. It looks as if their smiles are plastered onto their faces.)

According to Will, the main culprit who was doing the killings was the Founder.

Here, the Founder’s orders were absolute, and the cultists seemed to be blindly following them.

Cultist: So the two of you are looking to hold your wedding here.

William: Yes. I want to take her freedom away, so that my adorable lover can never fly away from me ever.

William winked.

My heart pounded hard upon hearing those words that William would never say, even if he really considered that.

(You're saying that sort of thing in this situation whereby there's no telling what’s true or false… that's not fair.)

Kate: I… I want to devote my entire life to him.

Kate: And… I want all of his “love”.

(What I just said is the truth, Will.)

William: …

As I spoke while looking into Will’s eyes, I saw his gaze grow passionate.

(Ah…)

It wasn’t an act, that gaze expressed his genuine love for me.

William: You should be more selfish, my bride.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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daisy, chapter nine

A/N: aaahhh! this is the second to last chapter of the series! I can't believe it's nearly over! also, this is the last smutty chapter, so enjoy! (omg why am I getting a little sad writing this authors note? THIS IS NOT EVEN THE LAST ONE YET!)

summary: “come on ace, don’t you wanna feel the prom king stretch you out?”

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, prom, prom king!steve, kissing, crying, size kink, dirty talk, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, public sex, exhibitionism, alcohol consumption, piggyback rides

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Palms stinging from just how hard you were clapping them together, you watched as a cheap plastic crown was placed atop your best friend's head, his eyes never leaving yours.

Suddenly, just before he and the prom queen were asked to take the floor, his feet started to move, leaping off the rigidity stage and before you could even blink, there he was, grabbing onto your hand and dragging you out of the bustling crowd.

Pushing the doors open and bolting down the long hall, you yelped, finding it virtually impossible to keep up with his long strides in your dainty heels, “what are you doing? Where are we going?”

Rounding the corner, he replied with a big grin, “no time for questions, ace. Let’s go!” ripping a classroom door open and yanking you inside, he swiftly slammed it shut behind you.

Watching him peak out the small window, dramatically, as if he was a kid pretending to be a spy, seeing if anyone had followed, “well…” you giggled at the all-clear sign he flashed you, “what now, your majesty?”

“Now the real party beings,” he announced with a smirk, dipping his hand into the inner pocket of his black blazer and conjuring a small metallic flask.

Your eyes grew wide, watching as he unscrewed and top and took a big swig, “you smuggled alcohol in here?”

“Nah, I didn’t do it, bought it off of Munson like an hour ago.”

Passing it to you, you gave it a small whiff before taking a small sip. “Do you remember the first time we got drunk together?” you asked, chuckling lightly as you remembered the two bottles of champagne, he had stolen at his cousin’s wedding two years back.

“Yeah…” he recalled dreamily, the most adoring of smiles blooming on his lips.

“You broke your arm!” you questioned his grin, taking another sip before passing the flask back to him.

“And you went full-on doctor on me and refused to leave my side till long after I returned from the hospital.”

“Yeah, well,” you leaned back against the teacher's desk, “you’re my best friend…”

“Really?” he said sarcastically, taking a step closer to you, “well now all of the kissing makes a lot more sense.”

“Oh, shut up!” you stole the flask back from him.

“And you letting me put it in your butt? Yeah, it all makes so much more sense now,” he teased, basking in the crimson your cheeks were turning, “it’s just what best friends do.”

Giving him a gentle shove, you sniggered, “stop it!”

Catching your arm as you pushed him, he pulled you in for a peace treaty, pressing his lips against yours in a giggly kiss.

Feeling his fists rapidly bunch up the skirt of your swanky dress, he breathed against your lips, “you wanna do some more best friend activities?” grabbing the flask from your fingers and setting it down beside you.

“What,” you pulled back, feeling your pulse pick up, “like right now?”

Craning down to kiss along your neck, he nibbled at the soft skin, “do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about just bending you over mid-class? Please, ace, make my dream come true…”

“We can’t, what if someone walks in?” you couldn’t help the way you glanced around nervously.

“They won’t,” he promised calmly, leaning back in to kiss you once more, but your counterargument halted his peck.

“You don’t know that. Someone could ditch the party like we just did.”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” he effortlessly lifted you up to sit on the table and slid in between your parting thighs, “come on ace, don’t you wanna feel the prom king stretch you out?” he begged, nuzzling his nose against yours.

Taking a brief moment to truly consider it, you then nodded carefully, “alright, fine. But you have to be quick!”

“Do you really want it to be fast?” he swiftly pushed your dress up enough for your panties to be on display for him, his fingers instantly being drawn to them like a magnet.

“N-no,” you shivered as he teasingly ran his short nails over the quickly dampening fabric, “I just don’t want us to be caught.”

“Why? Are you scared of getting detention?” his hand swiftly smacked your puffy folds causing your body to jerk at the jolt of pleasure that bolted throughout it, “ace, you don’t go here anymore.”

“I know I don’t,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, already predicting that you’d need the support, “but I don’t want the people I grew up with seeing us, or even hearing us do it!”

“What, you’re scared of them finding out what a little slut you’ve become?” you felt him tug your underwear rudely, pulling the gusset even further into your wetness and saturating them completely, “you don’t want them to hear the filthy sounds you produce when I make you cream all over my cock?” he tugged even harder, “how you lose your breath every time I stick it in you?” he let go of the cotton, just before you feared it would snap in two, merely to send a few extra blows with his palm down upon your mess, “bet if they pressed their ear up against the door, they’d be able to hear just how fucking wet you are,” with another hard smack, he then raised his hand up and slid all four of his fingers into your mouth, your lips already agape in a silent moan, granting him easy entrance, “see? I haven’t even breached your pretty little panties yet and you’ve already soaked my hand.”

You let out a muffled moan as you tasted yourself on his digits, feeling his other fingers begin to peel your soaked underwear off, shifting slightly in your seat in order to make the job easier for him.

“Since you're so concerned about people finding out,” he slid your panties all the way off and balled them up in his hand, “here,” he swiftly replaced his fingers with the sodden cotton, sufficiently stuffing your mouth full, “that should take the brunt of it.”

It didn’t silence your whimpers completely as you felt his fingers impatiently circle your clit before plunging them into your dripping hole. Gliding one of your hands down towards his belt, even though you’d felt it plenty of times before, the tent in his pants pressing up against your palm still sent goosebumps soaring all across your skin.

Smirking down at your stuffed mouth, his lustful gaze egging you on as you one-handedly wrestled with his belt, eventually freeing his massive length. Giving it just a couple of pumps, you then wrapped your legs around his hips, drawing him close enough for you to nudge the bulbous head against your fluttering clit.

Arching your back and granting him even better access, you blinked up at him, brows knitted together, and let out a muffled plea.

“What, ace?” he withdrew his wet fingers and wrapped them around his base, “you want my big dick inside of you?” he briefly raised up his hand to nonchalantly spit in his palm, before lowering it again to work the slick all over himself, eyes fluttering as he slowly jerked his cock before you, “you want me to fuck you right here on the teacher's desk?”

Feeling the empty classroom buzz behind you, your mind couldn’t help but wander to thoughts about it not being so empty, causing your body to shiver violently.

Cutting your daydream short, he fiercely drove his length all the way into you till you felt his bushy base tickly your tiny button. Borderline letting out a scream as his tip rudely bullied your cervix, your legs trembled so much around him that they gave out and flailed wildly at either side of him to offset the sudden fullness.

“That’s it,” he groaned, determinedly pushing his fat cock in as deep as possible, almost making you feel him all the way up in your throat, “is that what you needed, ace? You just wanted me to stretch you out, huh? Make you all dumb on my cock?”

Clinging onto his broad shoulders like you were clutching on to life itself, he rapidly set a brutal pace, faithfully fulfilling your request of keeping the fun brief.

You could still hear the faint music vibrating throughout the building, letting you know just how not alone the two of you were, though also making you concerned that maybe he had been the one in need of a gag with all the lewd noises he let flow freely.

“I always knew that you loved biology, but this is another level of dedication, ace,” his fingers dug into your hips, as he moved your body for you, making you meet his rough thrusts halfway, “you’re such a bad little girl, helping me out with my anatomy knowledge right here on the teacher’s desk for anyone to see…”

Gradually, you let go of his frame, dropping down onto the desk and lying flat against it, blinking hazily up at Steve as he hammered into you. The plastic crown was askew atop his now less-than-perfect hair, a few strands tickled his vision as he stared down at your body, intensely watching as he repeatedly disappeared into your sloppy warmth, fucking you like a madman.

Feeling his fingers find your clit, your hands instinctually came up to squeeze your tits through your formal dress, fighting to keep your eyes open as you saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Fuck, that’s it, ace,” he moaned, “take it, just like that, you can do it,” a smile overtaking his contorted expression, “good girl.”

And just as the fireworks erupted and you lost the strenuous battle with your eyelids, squeezing them shut merely to comprehend the euphotic sensation, you abruptly felt him pull out, instantly making you prop yourself up onto your forearms and glare at him in both confusion and slight anger. But before you managed to remove your makeshift gag in order to scold him, he swiftly replaced his girth with a few of his fingers, violently rocking the curved digits inside of you. Crying out in pleasure, even in the low light, your eyes caught sight of the gush that drizzled out of your squelching pussy, dousing not only your pretty prom dress and the floor below, but even though he had stepped out of the way, Steve’s dress pants also darkened a bit, his thick thigh becoming a splotchy painting with your essence.

“Oh, yes, yes!” he growled enthusiastically, completely overcome by your showery display. Withdrawing his fingers, he fiercely rubbed his broad flat hand over the whole of your puffy pussy, drawing out as much of your juices as he possibly could, making your body shake and jerk in the overwhelming process.

Cunt still quivering tightly, he pried his way inside one last time, not needing many pumps before he too was coming undone, melting down atop of you and pumping you full of his cum.

Sluggish eyes danced over the ceiling as you felt Steve’s fingers pull the crumbled panties out of your mouth, making it much easier for you to catch your breath.

“Fuck,” he breathed out slowly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek before kissing it.

Peeling himself off of you, you winched as he pulled his softening dick out of you, the vice-like grip your pussy had on him made the job much more difficult for him. Kneeling down before you, he picked up one of your wobbly legs and rested it on his shoulder, admiring the mess between your thighs.

“Uh, would you look at that,” he spread you apart, making your leaking hole gape slightly for him, clearly still remembering his girth, watching as your muscles still spasmed, slowly recuperating from what had just transpired, “so fucking pretty,” he leaned down to kiss you, causing your weak body to shot back up from the overstimulation.

“Steve,” you gently nudged him off of you.

“Sorry,” he landed just a few more kisses on your inner thigh before untangling from your legs and standing back up, “you’re just so,” he let out a soft breath, seemingly needing a second to cut through all the adoration his mind was clouded with in order to find the right word, “perfect,” his lips caught yours in a tender kiss.

Smiling against his lips, you sneaked a hand up between your bodies to snatch your underwear back from his fingers. Noticing your gentle tug, he let out a chuckle and lifted them up, out of your reach.

“I’ll just hold onto these for now,” he smirked and pocketed the sodden ball of cotton into his breast pocket, “call it a souvenir.”

“That’s not fair, you’ve already got a crown,” you pouted through your smile.

Plucking the flimsy plastic off his head, he gently placed it atop yours and said, “there,” taking the time to also tug some of the loosened flyaways behind your ears, “I think that’s a fair trade, don’t you?”

Then, just as you were about to answer, a noise caught your ear, making you jump in his embrace. Quickly hopping off the table, you clasped your hand over Steve’s smile. Biting down on your lip, stifling the giggle that fought to escape, you glared up at your best friend in alarm.

“What do we do?” you let out a bubbly whisper, slowly lowering your palm to let him answer.

Holding you close, he crept towards to the door and glanced out the small window in it, announcing quietly a second later, “let’s go,” ripping it open and sending you both running down the hallway, sniggering quietly from the rush.

Stumbling slightly as the alcohol in your bloodstream made its presence known, your best friend quickly noticed, and with a smile, he wordlessly plucked you up and carried you on his back the rest of the way to safety.

His long legs didn’t stop till they stepped onto the vast football field. Both still laughing breathlessly, he gently set you down on the grass.

Hearing Steve’s laughter slowly fade out, you turned to see him staring back at you softly, quietly asking, “dance with me,” as if it had just been a thought he’d accidentally let slip.

“Steve,” you chuckled, cocking your head a bit, “we’ve already danced a bunch of times tonight.”

“So?” he smiled, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you, “dance with me, ace.”

And so, with no music at all, you began to dance with your best friend at the edge of the empty field. It was playful at first, giggling and spinning each other around, at one point you even knocked the crown clean off, sending it flying from the extravagant twirl you’d attempted. But the bouncy nature soon died down and melted into something else, something intimate, simply a soft swaying hug.

With your cheek pressed up against his chest, moving to the beat of his heart, you felt him rest his head atop yours and utter, “I’m gonna miss you so much…”

His sombre tone made you pull back and blink up at him, “what are you talking about?”

Seeing his jaw clench in an attempt to swallow down his emotions, he asked straight out, “why didn’t you tell me you got into Harvard?”

“I…” the shock caused your hands to slide further down his body, “how do you-“

“I saw the letter,” swiftly escaped his lips.

“Oh…” you took a step back and averted your gaze, his weighty expression being too much to bear, “well, I just wanted to find the right time to tell you. I mean, Cambridge isn’t just a 30-minute bus ride away from here.”

“How long have you known?”

Crossing your arms, you stared down at your pinching heels, “…a couple of weeks.”

“You’ve known for a couple of weeks, and you didn’t tell me?” he exclaimed.

Peeking up at him, you saw him slowly turn and stare out blankly at the tall bleachers and the blushing clouds still peppering the dark skies above, “I’m sorry.”

“I just thought, I really thought, that when this letter came you would do the same as you did last time, come running to tell me,” his tone made your stomach feel like one big knot, “I thought this was the kind of thing you’d wanna celebrate it with me.”

“I do wanna celebrate it with you,” you rushed to catch his hand in yours, feeling wet hot tears begin to stream down your face and hearing as they clouded your voice, “I just also don’t wanna break your heart.”

Turning to look back at you, you watched as the brink of his disappointment gradually melted away. Exhaling slowly, his eyebrows crinkled up at the sight of your tears and he pulled you into a warm hug.

“I love you, so much, you know that right?” he spoke clearly, burying his face in your hair.

“Yeah, I know,” you sniffled, tightening your hold just a little more around him, “I love you too.”

After a little bit, once most of the waterworks had shut off, you heard his voice pipe up once more, “ace…,” and pulled back to look down at you, this time with a completely different look in his eye, “you got into Harvard pre-med,” he pointed out, gleaming of pride.

“Yeah,” you mirrored his soft smile, “I did, didn’t I?” and tried to let the accomplishment sink in, a taxing task that became a lot more manageable once you felt the warmth of his lips press against your own.

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Goodbye, my Friend

This one is for @vesta-ro. They requested a scenario based on the CiaD-Y/N, where they and Kyuuma had been really close in the real life and they get a chance to say goodbye before the end of the King of Clubs game. Which doesn’t please Chishiya at all :D

It was really fun to work on something a bit different this time!

Leaving the camp and all your friends still feels wrong somehow. The Witch Hunt has caused so many deaths and the survivors just found together again, only for you to scoot away with Chishiya early in the morning. Has Kuina been mad when waking up and noticing you weren’t there anymore, or wasn’t she surprised at all? Will they be fine? What games will they choose to play, and who will survive till the end?

What games will you play?

Everything about the second stage is uncertain. It is obviously much more dangerous and difficult than what you went through these last weeks, and it scares you. Having Chishiya on your side is only a mild comfort in that, since he will most likely chase every single Diamonds game he can find and you can’t tell what feels worse – knowing he could die in one of them or being left alone since you definitely won’t accompany him into one.

On top of that, what if Chishiya decides your presence has been enough? That man really has a talent to leave unnoticed at every occasion, and there’s always a chance of waking up one morning without him next to you. It is a frightening thought, that he might leave you and die in a game, and you’d never know what happened to him, but this is the way games are played in this world.

So many deaths. Quick ones, slow ones. The trauma it caused the survivors is never to be forgotten. And still… up to this day, none of the deceased ones has been close to you. There have been a couple of faces you recognized from real life; people you had sometimes passed in stores and cafés or something, but none you’d call an acquaintance or even friend.

The more you think about it, the less you want to see an old friend here. The chance of them dying is far too big, and you’re not sure that’s a pain you would be able to handle.

The fear of losing Chishiya is already enough, and the same goes for the new friends you have made since arriving here – the ones that are still alive after all.

You gulp when the image of Ichika’s lifeless body emerges from your memories, shot dead by Niragi who has mercilessly hunted down anyone in the Beach to find the Witch. Just another reminder that Death never makes fair choices but ones a simple human will never comprehend.

The dark thoughts make you completely unobservant to your surroundings, and only the sound of a loud Gong! causes you to flinch and finally look up from the splintered concrete beneath your feet. You frantically look around to find its source, until Chishiya nods towards a clock tower in the distance, announcing the time as 12AM. Right above the clock face you notice two stag heads bumping their antlers against each other, twelve times in total.

“Twelve times…” you mutter, and Chishiya hums, understanding your thoughts. “…twelve games. The start signal.”

Further away, the echo of shots bounces off the walls around you, making you shiver. A sniper, most likely, and you suppose they belong to one of the games. The second stage has begun and already people are dying.

“Chishiya…” you begin, your voice merely more than a whisper, “I know you’ll want to participate in one of the Diamonds games. But… can we keep on walking, for just a bit longer? The fresh air helps to clear my mind, and I don’t think all three Diamonds games will be cleared that fast.”

His grunt is more than enough proof that he doesn’t like that idea too much, but he doesn’t keep you from heading towards the river. You reach for his hand, glad that he accompanies you anyway. A bit more of peace is all you want before diving head first into new games, and you have a feeling that the water will be the perfect place to provide that to you.

The buildings around you get smaller and the river comes in sight, its water so clear and unpolluted that life has found its way back into the flowing cold. Fish scales are glinting under the surface, uncaring for your presence as you let your hand slide into the river.

Humans aren’t a threat anymore here in this world. It should make you happy for nature, but somehow it’s more a sad thought; a reminder that humans aren’t really important and humanity isn’t meant to last.

Lost in thought, you merely keep track of time passing. It must have been at least an hour since Chishiya or you both spoke a word, with the sound of your footsteps on the ground being the only thing that fills the silence, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s comfortable or not.

You follow the river until it meets the ocean, the never-ending blue that is both so fascinating and incredibly dangerous.

“I wonder what’s on the other side”, you ponder while watching the waves, “if there is a world outside of Tokyo.”

Chishiya follows your glance and hums, his lips curled up into the tiniest smirk. “Hatter tried to send out players using sailboats. They never came back, but red lasers were seen somewhere out there.”

“So if you try to run away, you’ll die?”

He nods, continuing to walk further along the harbor site. Not far in the distance, hundreds if not thousands of containers are stacked upon each other, creating a labyrinth of metal that will never sail the seven seas again. A sad yet fascinating thought, and something pulls you towards the containers, an unexplainable urge to go there and read the signs that you won’t understand anyway. Numbers and letters representing countries and companies, and yet you’ll never know what contents they carried – from yellow bath ducks to the most expensive luxury furniture.

Chishiya doesn’t question why you’re heading towards that part of the harbor despite the King of Clubs blimp hovering in the air just above the metal labyrinth. This is a game venue, but you don’t want to participate. Now that you’re almost there, you spot a narrow path next to the containers, only a few inches of concrete between metal and the sea; a pathway that doesn’t seem to belong to the game.

“Are you sure-“ Chishiya starts, but you don’t let him finish.

Without a word, you squeeze past the first container, the sound of untamable shores right next to your feet. The noise of the blimp isn’t as loud as you’d expect being so close to it, and the huge banner with the King of Clubs on it moves gently with the wind. No noise comes from the other side of the metal wall, and you wonder if something happened there already. The second stage has just started, so maybe the game hasn’t even begun.

The blonde huffs behind you, not exactly happy with the way you chose for your walk. You must be careful not to lose your footing, otherwise you’ll end up soaked in salt water, and the same goes for Chishiya. Although the thought of the blonde tumbling into the ocean makes you giggle. It would be cute seeing him helpless and out of control just for once, as long as it’s a benign situation.

“Someone’s there”, you hear his muttering voice, and it makes you look up from the floor. Immediately, you spot an opening in the container wall, and a lone man is standing there, hands stretched out and face lifted towards the sky.

While being completely naked.

But that is not what makes you halt in an instant. It’s not the fact that you can see the bare and amazingly well-built man in all his glory. It’s not his shoulder-long hair waving in the wind, not the thoughtful look on his face. Not the metal bracelet around his wrist.

It is the fact that you know exactly who this man is that causes you to inhale sharply.

“Ginji…?” you whisper, not sure if you can believe what your eyes are showing you.

The man turns as soon as he hears your voice, his expression as startled as yours. Once you can see his face, there is not a single doubt left: this is Kyuuma Ginji. Nudist, band leader, first love of your life.

He’s here, in the Borderlands. And if there is one thing you know, then that this can never be a good thing.

The way Kyuuma mutters your name makes you feel things you never thought you’d ever feel again. A familiarity is in his voice, a kindness that has been the center of your life for a long time until your ways had parted. Both of you had been young, and life moved on, with either of you choosing different directions to follow. Years had passed where you barely thought about him, but now, everything returns.

Before you realize, you find yourself in a tight hug, not at all embarrassed by the fact that Kyuuma is still entirely nude. A lot more muscles than you remember move under his sun-warmed skin, and he’s taller than when you last met. But his eyes, the soulfulness and kindness in them, haven’t changed a bit.

Kyuuma grabs your shoulder with one hand, pushing you away just a bit so he can see your face. With the other hand, he grabs your wrist, scanning it for something. Probably a bracelet of the kind he is wearing. “How?” he wonders, “how did you enter the game?”

You swallow. That Kyuuma is participating in such a high game doesn’t feel right. Until now you hadn’t even known that he’s here in the Borderlands, but you don’t want anything bad to happen to him. “I didn’t”, you answer honestly. “We were taking a walk, and I must have found some kind of loophole. But… what about you? How come you’re here, too? And why are you participating in this game? The King of Clubs, on top of that!”

A shadow covers his eyes, a sadness that feels heavy on your shoulder where his hand still remains. “Because I am the King.”

“That’s… no way. Stop kidding, Ginji! This isn’t the place for jokes right now.”

Sometimes, silence gives away more about the truth than a thousand words, and when he doesn’t answer, you take a few steps back while shaking your head. “No. No, no, no!”

You’re no fool. If Kyuuma is truly a citizen – and you know him well enough to tell when he’s lying and when not – then it’s obvious that one of you won’t survive the end of this stage. Either the players will win, or the citizens. The Borderlands leave no space for something in between.

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring the image of your dear friend and the wonderful sight of the ocean to your right. “That can’t be. It’s not fair, I-… I just found you!”

Kyuuma laughs, and the sound of it breaks your heart. He is always so gentle and genuine, despite the circumstances. “Would it have been any different if you’d found me earlier?” He asks, not expecting you to answer at all. His hand finds the way back to your shoulder and squeezes tightly, a familiar gesture of comfort. “We are winning the game. It is impossible for the player team to collect any more points now, so all that’s left is wait. Which means for now I’m not dead, and neither are you.”

“You’re… winning?” you whisper, not sure if that’s a good thing. On one hand, it’d mean Kyuuma’s survival for the moment, but on the other…

Shaking your head, you place your hand on top of Kyuuma’s. The act is caused by a lack of words, although your old friend understands anyway. “Don’t worry too much. You always do that.”

“And you never worry at all.”

Kyuuma spreads his arms out again, as if he wants to hug the entire world. “Why should I? Life is wonderful. It’ll still be once we die. Death is nothing that could scare me, I’m ready to accept whatever outcome there will be for me. Shitara saw that too, and the rest of the band are on my side no matter what happens.”

The image of Kyuuma’s band fills your mind, and you remember the many evenings you had spent listening to their songs in garages and cellars. “They’re all here with you”, you conclude, not even a question.

“They are, and no matter what, we’ll live or die together. You, though…” He tilts his head, a sad grin on his lips.

Whatever happens to them, it’ll most likely be the opposite for you. And since you somehow managed to sneak into the area of a running game, this might be the last time to see Kyuuma alive. “We… should say farewell, then.”

The good-looking nudist wipes a single tear from your cheek before he pulls you into one last hug. Right here, right now, you could forget the dark world around you and pretend that you both’d be teenagers again, desperately in love and blind for the mystery around them.

“Farewell, my friend”, Kyuuma breathes into your hair.

You don’t want to let go. You don’t want to leave your friend behind, knowing that you will never meet again. Once you step back, everything will be said and done, and you are not ready for that to happen. But when Chishiya clears his throat behind you, you accept that there’s no use prolonging the inevitable.

Taking a deep breath, you look Kyuuma deep in the eyes, feeling only a little bit of remorse that you entirely forgot about Chishiya’s presence for a while.

“The game is about to end”, says the blonde in a stone-cold voice, “and we shouldn’t be in the area when that happens.” The icy tone is enough to tell you how much he despises seeing you and Kyuuma like this.

With a nod, you both agree to Chishiya and tell Kyuuma everything that words could never truly describe. That you won’t forget him if you’re the one to survive this, and that Kyuuma Ginji will always be dear to your heart, no matter what. He nods back, signaling that the same goes for him. The connection between the both of you has always been special, no matter for how long you’d lost contact in the past. Kyuuma might not be the love of your life any longer - that spot is likely to be replaced by a certain blonde and very arrogant surgeon - but he’ll always be the first you ever loved, your first kiss and your first heartbreak.

The more you think about it, the more it feels like a gift that you were allowed to see Kyuuma one last time. Not as an enemy in a game, but as a friend.

You take one last deep breath before turning around and walking away side by side with Chishiya. He doesn’t react when you reach out to hold his hand, since he’s probably sour about the scene he just witnessed. Not that you could blame him, although you won’t apologize, either.

Together, you leave the containers behind and with them the game area. As you dare to throw a look over your shoulders, you notice just in time how a red laser cuts through the sky, crashing right into the spot where Kyuuma has been. Only seconds after, the blimp hovering high above the metal labyrinth explodes into thousands of burning pieces falling to the ground. You don’t watch it long enough to see the banner burn to ashes.

Kyuuma has been sure that this game would count for the citizens, but somehow, the players have found a way to win in the end. But knowing your friend, it is clear that he didn’t regret a single thing before he died. Kyuuma left in peace with the world and with himself, and surprisingly you feel part of that peace too, despite new tears running down your cheeks.

What comes even more surprising is that Chishiya eventually gives in and wraps his fingers around yours. He’ll never talk about what just happened, and you don’t want him to. It is enough to know that he’s still here. Maybe, just maybe, there’s even a tiny bit of satisfaction that he did feel something while watching you hug a naked, very good looking man.

Love doesn’t come without a bit of teasing, after all.

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