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bbunivxrse · 5 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 2:34AM ‒ megumi fushiguro

pairing ‒ 21+megumi x f!reader contents ‒ College AU, alcohol consumption, gets a bit suggestive at one part but no smut, heartbroken megumi gets wasted asfff, a bit angsty word count ‒ 2.3k a/n ‒ a tad bit angsty fgjioejio wrote this at like 4am if you see mistakes no tf u didnt ??? - also making my posts more nice n pretty n aesthetic cuz i felt like it :3

Megumi Fushiguro sat alone on the couch at a party. he can’t recall why he was there or how many shots he had but everything was starting to get cloudy. girl after girl walking up to him, offering him drinks. he hates alcohol. he hates the taste, he hates the smell, he hates the feeling of it in his mouth and going down his throat, he hates being drunk and he hates being hungover, yet he continues accepting all their offers. the women were hot but none of them were you. maybe he thought if he drank enough he could forget the past, forget the guilt and move on from everything like he should’ve a long time ago. he thought if he got drunk enough the regretful thoughts of the past would go away and the thoughts of you along with it. then he could go on with his life. but the more he drank the more present it became and the more his reality began to shatter at the thought.

girl after girl came up to him, sat near him, sat beside him, sat on him, yet it was only you he could think about. he gladly took their drinks but could barely have a one sided conversation with them for a few minutes before shooing them away.

as the party went on it felt like the music got louder and the lights brighter. his head pounded and he felt nauseous. ‘what am i doing here.’ megumi sinks into the couch, trying to keep himself calm by taking deep breaths and grounding himself in reality. ‘i wanna go home.’ he takes out his phone and stares at his lock screen, it was pitch black with only the white text of the time and date showing. he remembers when it used to be a picture of you with the text showing how far away you were from him. a picture you had taken of yourself in the mirror and sent to him, moments later he had it saved and set it to his wallpaper. he remembers your reaction when you saw it, a bright smile on your face while he was a bit embarrassed to be caught doing something he considered a bit ‘obsessive.’

megumi is ripped from his thoughts as someone taps on his shoulder. “wanna have a drink with me..?” he looks up to a see a woman standing right in front of him, a bottle of wine in her hand. megumi wanted to say no, and he was about to, until he took a closer look. ‘she looks just like her’. no, she wasnt exactly the same, but she was similar. from the shape of her body to the way she did her makeup, the way she styled her hair, the jewelry she wore and the shy expression on her face. even the damn dress she wore was similar to the short, black, skin tight dress he had bought you. she was so similar, so familiar, but it still wasn’t you. “sure.”

megumi patted his lap for her to sit down. she handed him the entire bottle and the two of them shared until the bottle was finished. they chatted as they took swigs from the bottle of wine, and as the conversation went on megumi continued to realize that as similar as she seemed, she wasn’t you. it started to throw him off. she didn’t talk like you, she didn’t have the same favourite colour or have the same aspirations. she was still a stranger. she felt like you, looked like you, dressed like you, she almost was you. almost. “let’s go somewhere private.”

megumi pulls her off his lap and leads this mysterious women to a bedroom. this would be the first time he’s fucked another woman since getting with you, even though it’s been months since you left him. he hasn’t even looked at another woman until tonight. he closes the door to the bedroom, the mystery woman pulling him closer and putting her lips on his. ‘she doesn’t kiss like her.’ megumi is yet again reminded that as much as he wants this to be you and he’s willing to pretend it’s you, it’s not you. still, he allows her to unbotton his shirt as they make out and get into bed. she hiked up her dress for him, revealing her black laced panties. ‘her favourite set was red.’

megumi hovers over her, his eyes dead set on her panties making her a bit uncomfortable. ‘what am i doing?’ he questions himself, the headache starting to come back as the music that was previously bothering him can be heard from downstairs. “i need to go.”

“what?” megumi barely gives her a chance to speak before getting out of bed and heading out the door. she fixes herself up before following after him, but by the time she’s back to the party, he’s already gone.

megumi stumbles down the sidewalk, aimlessly walking into the night. the streetlights barely illuminate the sidewalk as he tried to keep himself upright. he finds himself at a dimly lit park, throwing himself onto a park bench. he groans as he takes out his phone, the bright light blinding him and making his skull splitting headache worse. the words on the screen are barely legible as he spends an embarrassing amount of time trying to find his contacts. he thinks about calling yuuji, but he knows he’s usually asleep by this time and keeps his phone on do not disturb at night. he scrolls to kugisaki and calls her instead. the phone rings for a bit, before he hears her groggy voice on the line. “hello..?”

“can you pick me up?” megumi barely pieces his sentence together “oh my god megumi, it’s 3AM! you shouldve left earlier. i’m going to bed, i have a class in the morning.”

“please, kugisaki. i can’t drive…” megumis words slur a bit “holy shit, you actually drank?? oh my god this isn’t what i meant when i told you to have some fun.”

“just pick me up. ill make it up to you.” megumi pleads over the phone, a desperate tone coming from his voice that she wasn't used to hearing even after knowing him for so many years

“yeah, whatever. where are you? actually, don’t fucking bother, you sound too wasted to figure that out. just send me your location.” megumi can hear his friend's bed sheets ruffling as she gets out of bed, which begins to fill him with a bit of guilt, even if she was the one who suggested he go to the party in the first place. eventually he figures out how to send kugisaki his location, patiently waiting for it to go through. “okay, i got it. ill be there soon, idiot.” she hangs up before he can say anything back.

megumi sits back on the hard bench, rethinking his night at the party. he wasn’t even hung over yet but he already regretted all of it. he had hoped that the music and the people and the alcohol would distract him, take his thoughts away from the past and finally live in the present but they only made him miss you more. if you were still with him he’d be in your room, laying in your bed napping whilst you studied for your next exam. the music wouldn’t be blasting in his ears and causing him a headache and instead would be soft lofi playing quietly from your speaker, which helped you study and helped him sleep. he wouldn’t have to try and imagine the girl he was talking to was you, it would’ve been you.

without thinking, megumi takes out his phone, opening up a locked folder. his face id unlocks the folder that held pictures and videos of you. he’s gone through everything multiple times and he wishes he could still take more and add them to his collection. he wishes you would still take pictures of your outfits and send them to him. he wishes his wallpaper was still his favourite picture of you.

tears begin to well in his eyes as he turns off his phone and stuffs it in his pocket, he can’t bring himself to look through that folder again. not in his current state. you’re already gone, he knows that, he’s been told that, you told him that. he knows he needs to move on and continue his life without you but you’ve been the only thing on his mind for months and the alcohol in his system certainly wasn’t helping.

megumi wipes his tears as he hears the car in front of him beep. pushing himself off the bench, he limps his way over to his friend’s car and gets in the back seat.

“jesus, i thought you didn’t like drinking.” usually his friend would laugh at him for things like this but this time her tone and the look on her face was more serious. “whatever.”

the car ride was abnormally silent and the odd tension in the air was prevalent. kugisaki dropped him off in front of the dorms, his roommate already waiting for him outside. “thanks.” is all megumi can say to his friend as he walks away from her car.

“you alright, megumi? did something happen while you were there?” yuuji takes a good look at his best friend. he knows it’s been rough since the break up, he’s seen all of it. he’s done what he can to help keep his mind off it, to help his friend move past it but clearly it’s all still there. he feels guilty for sending megumi to this party now. kugisaki suggested it but he was the one who really convinced him it’d be a good idea, but he should’ve thought it through a bit more. yuuji can see the puffiness of his eyes and it breaks his heart to see his normally stoic friend in such a state. he’s really tried everything to help but at this point he can’t do much anymore. “it’s okay man, forget about it.” he throws an arm around his friend to keep him stable, taking him back to their shared dorm. yuuji spends the night trying to distract his friend, getting him to sober up and eventually fall asleep.

sunlight spilling from the blinds shines on megumis face, waking him up. the moment he opens his eyes he’s met with painful pounding in his head. still, he manages to sit up, his headache getting worst every moment hes conscious. he makes his way to the living room, where his friend is already sitting on the couch. “hey.” he barely mumbles out before plopping himself on the other side of the couch. “you hungry?” his roommate waved back at him.

“no.” megumi gets himself comfortable on the couch, trying to distract from the overwhelming throbbing he’s feeling. suddenly his phone buzzes on the coffee table, where he apparently left it last night. picking it up, he had a slightly abnormal amount of notifications from kugisaki, both texts and calls.

[ 4 missed calls from kugisaki ]

[ kugisaki: did you text y/n? ]

[ kugisaki: megumi answer my call oml ]

his heart drops as he opens his phone and goes to messages, and there he sees it. three messages he had sent last night, all of which he doesn’t even recall. “sorry…” yuuji looks over at his roommate, seeing the colour from his face leave as he looks at the messages he had sent. “i tried to stop you but you were gonna beat the shit outta me when i took your phone...”

“it’s fine.. sorry.” megumi didn’t even want to read the messages he sent. he can see them, he can see that they went through, he can see that you haven’t read them, and he doesn’t want to read them either. he decides to turn off his phone and put it down, judging by kugisaki’s messages, you had already seen the messages and told her about them, just never actually opened them. ‘fuck.’

“hey, why don’t we just go out somewhere? To help you forget about it. let’s go watch a movie!” normally megumi isn’t the most excited about leaving his home and heading out. he prefers staying in his room, lounging on the couch or getting a good workout in at the gym, but today he feels more than ever that he needs to spend some time doing something else, distract himself from his sad, dull life. go out and have some actual fun, especially with his best friend. “sure,”

“I told you it’d be a good movie!” yuuji pokes at his friend’s arm.

“It was about an earthworm.” megumi playfully rolls his eyes as the two of them walk out of the theater. “It was more than that! Did you even watch the movie!?” the two of them continue to argue about the quality of the movie they had just seen on their way to the parking lot. megumi takes his phone out of his pocket to check his notifications and his heart drops for a second time that day. a name that hasn’t appeared on his lock screen in months, the name he’d been waiting to see there for so long. it was the only one in his contacts to have any sort of emoji or decoration to it, and he never changed it despite everything.

[ you: i mess you sofucjng much ]

[ you: pls so im sorry for everything ]

[ you: pleese baby pls talk to me ]

- Unread message -

[ y/n <3: come over, we’ll talk about it ]

megumi stares at the notification. it felt as if his heart skipped several beats. he opens the message and continues to stare. his fingers move on their own as he types a response and he doesn’t even think about it before hitting send.

[ you: on my way ]

omg can u guys tell im not good at coming up with endings :sob:

#megumi x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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kumezyzo · 8 months

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could you do a bf!sapnap headcanons (sfw & nsfw) seeing reader for the first time? she’s a faceless streamer and they’ve been dating for around 6 months and sapnap really wants to see her face and is reeeaaalllyyyy attracted to her, like off the charts attracted to her? <3

also can I be 🎀 anon?

thank you for requesting! ofc you can be 🎀anon 💜💜 this is very spencer reid and maeve donovan vibes

okay, note after I've fully written this, and i interpreted the 'dating for six months' as not in a relationship but talking/not technically bf!sapnap yet but is still referred to as bf!sapnap.... im sorry if that throws it off for you... or if i didnt wrote this in a way that doesnt make sense... mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap who loved hearing you speak when he didnt know what you looked like.

bf!sapnap who would send you voice messages to entice you to do the same.

bf!sapnap who hopes you get comfortable enough with him to show him your face

bf!sapnap feels his heart soar when he sees your face for the first time. he already had an image in his mind of what you looked like. but actually seeing you was ten times better.

bf!sapnap who wants to meet you as soon as he knows what you look like. not because he's superficial and wanted to wait until he saw what you looked like. but because he knows you're comfortable enough around him. he just wants to finally be able to hold you, feel you, kiss you.

bf!sapnap who just takes in your physical appearance the first time he sees you. he practically has heart eyes holding your face and hes examing everything about you from your lashes to the texture of your skin. hes seeing it for the first time in a way that isnt behind highly defined pixels.

bf!sapnap who kisses you for the first time. he feels butterflies in his stomach and his face turns bright red at the idea of being with someone as pretty as you. it makes him feel special.

bf!sapnap who thinks you look so much better in person. like the screen of his phone distorted your beauty.

bf!sapnap cant get over the way you style your clothes to fit your body, the way you hold yourself, the way you walk. he doesnt understand how someone could be so attractive.

bf!sapnap who can barely contain himself when hes around you. but he after all this time, he cant stand not being around you.

bf!sapnap who waits for you to initiate anything sexual with you. especially after experiencing you getting comfortable enough to even show him your face, he almost doesnt wait.

but he wants to be with you in such an intimate moment. his mind is wandering and he tries so hard to keep the ideas as just ideas.

bf!sapnap who tries to hold back the first time you have sex.

he's practically shaking by the time he's hovering over you, taking in your appearance in the way for the first time. he's restraining himself, keeping his head as clear as possible.

bf!sapnap who almost cums as soon as he's inside of you.

he has to think of anything else than your body, the way you moaned when he bottomed out, the way you're subconsciously squeezing him. his face is buried in your neck and taking deep breaths. but even your smell is making it hard for him.

bf!sapnap who starts fucking you slowly but doesnt change the pace. for his own sake.

"nick..." you moan softly, playing with the hair on the back of his head as he thrusts slowly. he hums into your neck. "nick... faster... please."

"shit... okay, baby..." he tells you, moving fast enough to feel different. but not enough for how long you've waited for this.

"babe... just fuck me," you whisper in his ear, hoping to get a reaction out of him. "i need you to fuck me..."

bf!sapnap who practically loses his mind at your words. It's like a switch inside of him flips. and your moans are what is fueling him to keep going.

"shit peach..." he says when he sees how your face is just as fucked out as he feels. his thighs are covered in a mixture of your cum and his. every thrust sounds wet and loud, sending butterflies straight to your core. "so fucking pretty.

bf!sapnap who has you sore and aching the next morning. but he will hold you with such a dopey smile on his face, kissing all over your soft face.

"you're so cute," he tells you when hes kissing the hickies he left on your chest. your keep whining in embarrassment, hiding your face from the way he looked up at you so lovingly.

"im sore," you tell him as he makes his way down to your thighs. he scoffs and spreads them softly, kissing your inner thighs. he smiles at how your flinch when he runs a finger through the folds of your pussy.

"youre so cute, peach."

lowkey hated my writing in this. im sorry its such ass. -nony

#sapnap #anon #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #dteam #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fluff #sapnap x streamer reader #sapnap smut #sapnap x streamer smut #smut #dream team smut #dteam smut #sapnap x reader smut #bf!sapnap #bf!sapnap smut

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cyverrieee · 5 months

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[1] WITH A COSPLAYER!YUU WHO SADLY ENDED UP IN TWISTED WONDERLAND WHILE IN COSPLAY...

01 ➳ I might expload if i keep on thinking about this juicy

brainrot eating my brain into BITS anyways..

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ...

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ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ʀᴏsᴇʜᴇᴀʀᴛs

Now you were suddenly transported into twisted wonderland in your Riddle Rosehearts cosplay. This was supposed to be the day you were going to have a fun convention day with your friends who cosplayed the other Heartslabyul members. Now that you literally get to face the actual Riddle Rosehearts. You were definitely fuming with embarrassment! You laughed uncannily, the other members of Heartslabyul still incoherent shock. Especially Ace

You try to blabber out some excuses WHY you were wearing Riddle's dorm outfit! Riddle was much confused but slightly impressed. The makeup was nice, the styling of the wig was impressive. Especially the details in his atrocious outfit (if you handmade it of course).

God damnit! You were basically dying in embarrassment, you can't possibly say to Riddle that he is a fictional character in a game! No that knowledge is definitely unbearable to someone like him. But you couldn't find anymore words to describe your current predicament; your only chance was to tell.. Half of the truth!

"W-Well.. Your a famous favorite... Character back in my.. World! People loved your personality, they find you.. "

Now how to describe this? How the hell do you say something about it! Riddle was shocked. He wasn't expecting people to like his personality knowing how stern he was before his overblot.. Or even now!

You mostly spend the following hours in your Riddle cosplay, what would make it even funnier is when you and riddle would walk together, you two look the same but the only difference was in height. Obviously you were taller than Riddle. But you really slayed in those heels!

Of course, when you finally took off your Riddle cosplay was when he actually saw you. He felt like he got tricked because aint no wait some of your features just disappeared! (Your makeup skills were too good, professional catfisher!..)

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ʟᴇᴏɴᴀ ᴋɪɴɢsᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀ

Well shit. This is awkward. Its not everyday you face the character you were literally cosplaying as... You found feel a rush of embarrassment go through your head. You were wearing the fairy gala outfit of Leona with a high ponytail (because before being suddenly sucked into Twisted Wonderland. You were sweating in your cosplay and decided to put your wig up in a ponytail because it was thick)

Leona only looked at you and laughed. Okay now, this was more embarrassing than you expected. Your cosplay was a bit incomplete if you could say. You couldn't find any damn white shoes to match the outfit so EARNESTLY and EVEN SO DESPERATELY asked your own mother to borrow her silly heels that she wore on her wedding, but fuck that was like... More than a decade, thats for sure. Somehow it kinda fits you, same shoe size or whatever. It definitely caught Leona's attention knowing how you're almost at his height, yet just kick off a few more centimeters then you'll reach it!

Ruggie feels constipated seeing two Leonas sit in one room. Goddamit! Now he has to grab for two of them! Oh? One of them is real nice for no absolute reason? A nice Leona feels like a nightmare, but he'll take wha he can get. Since you can't get out of your silly cosplay, you were forcibly going around the campus with your fairy gala cosplay. A bit embarrassing but it has a few perks, people who didnt knew it was the fake Leona would have had probably been shaling their boots off. A little threatening to have something wont hurt right? Nahh, they wont know anyways. You were a Ruggie in disguise.

Sometimes, Leona would point details you missed. Like oh! You forgot this or you literally forgot to add that. He just wanted to seen as a perfect piece of art. If your cosplay is 100% handmade, he is secretly impressed by your dedication and motivation. What? This took you 6 months? HALF A YEAR? His respect kinda went up a bit. If you cosplay with your friends and family, maybe tell some stories about you and your friend/cousin/sibling dressing up as Falena and doing the scene from Lion King with your younger sibling/short friend. "Whats the Lion King Scene?" All the braincells probably left out of your brain because oh my fucking god, all you hear in your head is "LONG LIVE THE KING.." and you know.. yeah... You went silent after that, you cannot say that. Moving on!

When Leona saw you out of your cosplay, he was still secretly impressed over your makeup skills; not one for makeup himself but he just finds that you can literally become another person just with makeup impressive but he wont dare say it out loud. Professional catfisher am i right?

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ᴀᴢᴜʟ ᴀsʜᴇɴɢʀᴏᴛᴛᴏ

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Oh you cosplayed Azul? Hes fine on the outside but screaming in the inside. If the world allows you, you might hear him scream.

Jade and Floyd finds you pretty cool. You cosplayed Azul and you looked so silly and cool in it!

If you were a chubby cosplayer, Azul will scream at this point. An actual scream (not because hes scared or anything. Hes having a plentiful of positive emotions rushing through his brain.)

He will check your cosplay too! Checking every detail. Saying this like "impressive" "amazing labor!" He would definitely be shock on how much time it took you , even if his outfit is easily to replicate. Your broke ass decided to take it the hard way andake it by scratch because no money will be wasted generously.

Please show your Azul impression. He actually kinda wants to see it. If you do silly things in your Azul cosplay. He's gonna be slightly embarrassed but at some point, he might get used to it.

DID I HEAR THAT CLEARLY?! YOU MADE A PROP OF AZUL'S GOLDEN CONTRACT?! He looks at it with awe. Even though it just glossy yellow paper with some writings, its still very nice you went this far for something as someone like him.

You two will roam the hallways asking for contracts now! Just kidding (if you want to :3)

When Azul saw you without your cosplay, he still finds you amazing in your skills of makeup and stylization. Not everyone can transform themselves into another person with makeup and a measly brush no?

The professional catfisher strikes again!

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➥ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ!

! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ !

➳ [2] 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮, 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴

ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

#akix's lil stars #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fanfic #twst x reader #cosplayer!reader #cyber's wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto

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youredreamingofroo · 1 month

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LOVE TRAIN INBOUND !! 🚂💨💨

This is inspired by @acuar-io !! Thank you for doing this and THANK YOU FOR THE TAG!! (even tho it didnt tag me properly 🤧)

Tumblr is silly and while I will tag ppl, I know not everyone will be properly tagged, so if u see this, skim thru the list for your name ESPECIALLY if your my mutual ! 🫶

To start off, I just wanna say that Fae (acuar-io) has some absolutely STUNNING sims, it's hard to exactly word it, but their sims are SUPER recognizable, and their saves (Snow flower, Cozy save, etc) are SO nicely edited, so aesthetically pleasing to the eyes 🫶😩

@oshinsimblr is the reason why I started storytelling (even before my simblr time) and why I try and find a story-related reason on why my sims/characters do certain things, her videos are also SO comforting and i love her lovesick series!!! and of course, @minimooberry the whole inspo for this simblr and why I render in blender!

@mattodore and @cinamun are AMAZING simblrs if u want rich storytelling and/or well-thought out characters, River has inspired me to really tear into my characters and give them more personality, and cina just genuinely makes such realistic characters and the tea is ALWAYS hot and simblr aside, she has very good takes >:P

@groovetrys and @circusjuney have been around on my blog and as my mutuals for a LONG time and they really are some of my biggest hype people, lori has an AMAZING legacy going on with her sim, Melody, and u should DEF check it out, and june makes the most amazing clown sims 🥹 theyre always so pretty and STUNNINGGGG

-> To add onto the above category, id also consider @miralure as one of my biggest hype ppl!!! Although they havent been around as long as june and lori, they always hype me up and it makes me stupid happy 😭 they make REALLY good lookbooks and i love their sim style SMMMM

if u dont know about @rebouks what are you DOING with your simblr-life, bc becca has some of the most human-feeling story/dialogue, i always get a stupid sappy smile on my face when i read her story posts

@jarakio has an AMAZING story called Girls with Guns and its prolly my fav story that ive read on simblr, the dialogue? amazing, the poses? amazing, the vibes? AMAZING, i'm ALWAYS hooked in whenever i see GwG pop up on my dash

@stellarfalls just HAD to be on this list are u kidding me????? Bree has a PHENOMENAL save called Valley, even tho there's no dialogue, each image and gif speaks more than words could, she's inspired me to kick up the quality of my posts and also start making gifs, I also consider her to be one of my biggest hype ppl, she always be coming in with the best compliments 🥹🫶

@torissims !!! She makes BEAUTIFUL posts, her blog is very yellow and orange and i LOVE IT, she pulls a lot of inspo from Studio Ghibli and even tho ive never seen any SG Movies, I can just see and feel the inspo, shes def underrated af 🥹

@amburgundy has BEAUTIFUL builds, and they dont just do TS4, they also make builds in other sims games!! (u did a phenomenal job with Madi's legacy house amber 🤝) I LOVE the clutter and they always looks so cozy 😭

@flovoid is another one of my hypemen LMFAOOO bro you and your tags literally make me so happy, i LOVE reading them. Flo makes AMAZING SIMS, and you should check out literally ALL of their sims, especially their sims Roo and Norman from Majima Land (first post under my Roo tag is me reacting to one of their posts with Roo and Norman, funniest introduction to a blog ever), Also their sim, Draco Almond??? He's got me tucking my hair behind my ear... 🫦🫦

@elderwisp has some of the most immaculate editing ive ever seen, the lighting, the vibes, the dialogue, the poses, the expressions, i be eating those posts up like im fine dining 😩😩

@changingplumbob is so chill, I love how much passion she has for her rotations, and her love for cats?? Perfect mutual to have, I also literally LOVE reading her behind the scenes posts, they're literally so funny 😭😭

@tricoufamily and @dejasenti99 make absolutely phenomenal renders, like if theres any renders on simblr that im gonna recognize immediately, its these two's renders, they're genuinely more HQ than my fucking eyes 😭😭

-> Also Nat (Missatan) makes incredibly HQ renders as well, these three are like... my biggest blender render inspos...

@buttertrait @missatan @virtualfolk @pearlean @claudtrait all have BEAUTIFUL sim styles, butter's is very unique, i know they arent really a sims 4 blog anymore but i ALWAYS recognize butter's sims when i see them on my dash and I genuinely love their sim style sm. Nat (Missatan) has SUCH a gorgeous sim style, you've heard of them hips dont lie, well her sims' lips dont lie 😩🫦 Virt (Virtualfolk) and Sam's (pearlean) sim styles are SO animated (if that makes sense), they're like eye-candy. Den (claudtrait), like Nat, has a sim style with the most luscious lips and poutiest faces ive ever seen and are just SOO pleasing to look at, like i just feel blessed in the eyes when i see their sims

@yukikocloud 's Apricot save and storytelling is incredibly reminiscent of Bree's posts, and I just LOVE looking at and reading her story posts, this post in particular just absolutely captivated me, I was drawn in and just get so giddy seeing the Apricot save pop up on my dash 🥹

@alientown @venriliz @nefarrilou @druidberries @machinegrl make STUNNINGGGGG occult (or cyber/robotic in Baja/Machinegrl's instance) sims. Nef always makes beautiful sims for their Cryptid "series", im just in AWE when i see their cryptids... Ven and Ana (alientown) both always make absolutely gorgeous alien sims and they also just have very unique/beautiful sim styles 😍 Baja's cyber girlies are just >>>>>>>>>>>>> I love her whole dystopian/cyber theme, its literally so good and so cool, and her Deadstars series? SO good. Alexis' (druidberries) elowen is so pretty, and her sim style, especially with occults, is just MWAH chefs kiss, literal eye candy

@swallowprettybird is just one of the sweetest people on simblr, I love reading what she has to say about mine and others' posts, and she makes amazingggg posts, I loved that one national geographic inspired post with the zebra, it was so well done

@softle0 makes some absolutely stunning builds, they always look so lived in, so cozy and I would ABSOLUTELY live in pretty much every single build they make

and honorable mentions to @droolski @felysline @pamsimmerstories @swiftviolets @weirdosalike @mushbop @calicosimgirl @shadowtrait and @seriallovertrait because I feel like they're all SO underrated, they're all passionate about their own stuff and I just love seeing their posts, and if you're seeing this, FOLLOW THEM 🫵🫵

Thank you Fae (acuar-io) once again for starting this train up, I love seeing stuff like this and it's so sweet to see what everyone has to say about one another, I may have spent 1 or 2 hours doing this, but it was INCREDIBLY well spent to be able to admire and appreciate all these people, them and every other simblr person, whether i follow them or not, deserve every last drop of love and appreciation genuinely

#tw yap nation LUHMAO #well deserved yap nation i loved doing this #i love doing stuff like this i love the lot of you 🥹#i just know tumblr is gonna untag so many people and its gonna make me so sad #simblr #simblr community #yapping

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floralhuqzz · 15 days

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Sexual tension (Johnnie Guilbert x fem reader) smut

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Warning: smut, degradation, choking, petnames, virgin reader,, DONT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18🔞

🦇author: the edit thats in this post is not mine,, all credits to crystalcaskle on tiktok!!! :) I also apologize if theres any misspelled words english is not my first language!

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I woke up around 7 am when i decided to make myself some breakfast before i start streaming,, ive started youtube 1 year ago, around that time when i met Johnnie. Ive been living with him and Jake for the past 3 months and honestly its been going pretty good.

“whatcha’ making?”

“oh god dont scare me like that!” i slightly punch him in the shoulder

“sorry sorry.. it smells really good” he puts his arm around my shoulder and i blush.. i had a crush on him since when we first met

“you want some pancakes?” i look at him

“yeah, thanks” he pats my head, making my hair look like a mess

“i hate you” i roll my eyes

“you love me” he laughs as he sits down

‘i do..” i thought to myself

i make some coffee and more pancakes as i sit down next to Johnnie.

“are you doing something after?” he asks me while he keeps eating his pancakes

“yeah..i have to stream right now,, but im free afterwards” i smile

“wanna go out?” he finally looks at me,, he looked so beautiful,, his blue beautiful eyes.. his makeup he forgot to take off before bed that somehow still looked good on him.

“yeah..i would love to” i smile a little

i stand up

“i better go now, ill see you in 2 hours johnnie” i smile as i walk to my room

1 hour later*

i started streaming and i decided to react to some videos that my followers sent me,, they were usually sending edits of me or they will even sometimes send me memes. They all kinda supposed i had a crush on Johnnie, i just didn’t want to say anything just yet. They will sometimes send me edits of Johnnie and see my face turning red.

As one of my followers sent me this edit

When i watched that edit i said something that i will be definitely regretting later

“i volunteer..*cough* i mean what?..” i laugh

“WHAT DID SHE SAY” “DID WE HEAR THAT RIGHT?” “SHE JUST SAID I VOLUNTEER” “TELL ME THAT SOMEONE CLIPPED THAT”

“chat you are all crazy” i laughed

after another hour i decided to end the stream as i said my goodbyes

i walk to the living room as i see Johnnie sitting on the couch looking a bit serious

“you okay there?” i chuckle

“i need to talk to you”

oh no.

“yeah what is it?”

“mind explaining me this?” he shows me a clip of my reaction to that one edit on my stream

"oh um." i blush as i look away

"hm?" he stands up and walks towards me "cat got your tongue?"

i didnt say anything. i just stared at the floor

"i asked you something" he puts his hand on my chin

"it- it was just a joke, you know?" i chuckle awkwardly as i felt like i was about to pass out from embarassment

"it didnt seem like a joke to me" he stares at me

"yeah umm..." i start to walk back as he started to walk towards me, almost like trying to intimidate me

"whats wrong?" he smirks

"n-nothing" i finally bump into the wall behind me

"if you wanted to get fucked by me you couldve just said so"

"w-what?"

"dont play dumb"

"i-im no-" he grabs my neck

"lying to me wont get you anywhere" he stares at my shirt as he starts to put his hand inside my shirt

"j-johnnie what are y-" i could literally feel my heart beat racing by the second

"dont tell me you dont want this” he now started to kiss my neck

i felt like i was literally about to pass out from how hot i was in that moment. i couldn’t believe this was actually happening,,

“come here” he picks me up in bride style and sets up on walking to his bedroom,, he opens the door and throws me to his bed as he climbs on top of me

“fuck,, i wanted this for so long..” he starts to take off my shirt,, i felt hot between my legs

he started to kiss my stomach going down my hips. he slowly took off my pants and threw them on the floor

“johnnie wait!” he stops

“whats wrong? did i go too far??” he looks at me worried

“no no…its just that…its my first time..” i blush

“oh…” he smirks “ill make you feel good alright baby?,, you just have to trust me with this okay? can you do that for me?” he caresses my thigh. i nod as he then continued what he was doing earlier. he starts to kiss my chest going down my stomach, and finally reaching down to my panties.

“can i?” he started to kiss my inner thigh

“mhm” i nod

he slowly started to take off my panties as he then began to slowly eat me out. I’ve never in my life had been touched this way by anyone,, and knowing that the first person to take away my virginity was johnnie, it relieved me. i started to whimper as he suddenly started to go faster. his tongue was reaching all the right spots.

“fuck-“ i whimper as i felt him moan, sending vibrations to my core which gave me even more pleasure. i look down as i see him staring at me as he kept eating me out “johnnie fuck i-“ i moan

“come on baby, be a good girl and cum on my face” him calling me a ‘good girl’ sent me shivers down my spine.

“oh god oh god oh god-“ i throw my head back as i came

johnnie looks at me and caresses my thighs once again.

“you did so good baby..” he gets up and starts to kiss me. I see him unbuckling his pants.

“do you want this?” he asks

“yes…yes i do” i was so turned on by now that the only thing i wanted was him..and only him

“you will have to beg for it or ill leave you like this…needy…and you dont want that right princess?” he smirks

“n-no…” fuck he knew what he was doing. He waits for me to continue

“p-please johnnie..” i whimper as he lined himself to my entrance

“you can do better than that..” he looks at me dead in the eyes

“please johnnie i want your dick inside of me..” i beg,, i felt so embarrassed but turned on at the same time

“thats a good girl” he gets inside of my without a warning as i moaned from the sudden feeling

“for how long you’ve wanted this y/n? hm? tell me.” he began to move

“for a l-long time..” i moan, it felt like i was on cloud nine

He started to thrust harder and faster,, i felt like i was about to cum.

“j-johnnie i-im~” i whimpered and he put his hand on my leg and place it on his shoulder for better access which made the feeling 100 times better

“i know baby i know…fuck y-you feel amazing” he thrusted faster, “come on princess cum with me…” he moaned as we both cummed. We started to breath heavily,, with our hair sticking to our foreheads because of the sweat,, messy hair and red face but he still looked beautiful

“youre absolutely gorgeous..” i blush at his sudden comment

“i dont know if this is the right time but…i really like you..” he confesses

“i like you too johnnie…ive liked you for a very long time..” i smile at him as he kisses my forehead and we both fall asleep in each others arms.

#fanfic #johnnieguilbertxreader #johnnie guilbert #smut

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myir0nlung · 11 months

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MEET ME BACKSTAGE..

hobie brown

IN WHICH, hobie sneaks backstage at a concert to chat up the lead singer of the band..

reader has no gender

“Right, thank you once again for being a fabulous crowd, goodbye!”

The small crowd of about 500 people roared with cheers and whistles. You couldn’t help but grin as you and your band mates walked off stage. Your drummer, Chaka, was buzzing with excitement.

“That was sooo cool! I know it’s only like 500 people but you it’s still so cool! They were cheering and some were singing songs and yeah, you know all that stuff?” Chaka exclaimed. She was a bit daft but it was alright, everyone still loved her. Your bassist, Sam, wrapped their arm around Chaka’s shoulder and pulled her in for a side hug. The three of you walked down the hall to the small lounge. Chaka was excitedly chatting about some punk guy in the crowd.

“He was like really scary looking but I just know he’s super cool with his close friends. You know what I mean? Yeah you should. Anyways..”

Chaka blabbed on about this mysterious punk guy to Sam as you arrived to the “lounge.” It wasn’t truly a lounge just a few beat up sofas with a coffee table in the middle and tech equipment littered around. Though your band has never had a lounge to go to after a gig so this was like luxury. A group of 3 guys were sat on a couch. They were so obviously just looking to hook up with one of you guys. It made you roll your eyes, but Chaka seemed delighted that people had come back here to talk to her. Sam mouthed to you “I’ll be watching her tonight” before following her to the couch. You just sat on a different couch and flipped through the magazine left on the coffee table.

It had must’ve been at least 15 minutes since you’ve sat down. The guys seemed a bit bored as Chaka chatted about which lipgloss she should use whilst Sam tried to deny the advances of some other guy. You leaned further into the couch, like you wanted to sink into it. The urge to leave was strong but where would you go? All your equipment still needed to be packed up. Suddenly the couch dipped next to you, causing you to jump slightly.

“Didnt meant to scare ya love..” A sort of deep voice spoke. You looked over to see.. a punk guy? Wait.. was this the guy Chaka was talking about? He slung his arm behind the couch and gave a grin.

“Say that show was bloody fantastic hm? Got real talent, all of ya.” He kicked feet up onto the coffee table, the thud from his boots earning Chaka’s attention. She gasped (very loudly) and pointed to him. Hobie laughed at her surprise.

“He’s the one I told you about…!” She (not so quietly) whispered.

“Aren’t I charming?” He teased. Chaka giggled and gave you a thumbs up.

“Make a friend (Y/N)! It wouldn’t like, hurt. Not at all!” She grinned and turned back to the men, who were eyeing Hobie next to you. Sam eyed him too, their eyes narrowed with their eyebrows furrowed.

Silence filled the space between you.

“So.. do you want my autograph or something..?” You questioned.

“Not at all love. Wouldn’t mind it if ya offer. Just thought you looked lovely on stage.” He shrugged at his words.

“Top tier performance. Would’ve been throwing flowers at you if I had em.” You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, covering your mouth to muffle it. Hobie grinned at your reaction.

“Trying to chat me up and I don’t even know your name.” You teased, but you didn’t know if it actually came across that way. You weren’t too experienced at doing this type of him, Chaka was.

“I like your style doll, the names Hobie. Hobie Brown.” Hobie introduced. You were about to say your name but he waved his hand in a way to tell you to not speak.

“Already know it. Wouldn’t be a true fan if I didn’t eh?” He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

You couldn’t help but grin back.

“Well well, if your such a big fan you wouldn’t mind leaving this place with me? Those creepy guys aren’t working their charm on me.” You tilted your head over to the guys who were trying to get closer to Chaka and Sam. Hobie raised an eyebrow at you.

“Trusting a stranger so easily? Didn’t your mum teach you ‘stranger danger’”. He teased. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“If I end up dead it’s better than being here.” You acted a little grossed out by the guys, just for dramatic effect.

“Well then come on love, I’ll take ya to my gig now. You wouldn’t mind playing guitar again tonight would ya?”

part two?

#spiderman atsv #atsv #spiderman x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #spider punk x reader #hobie brown atsv #across the spiderverse

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cyb3rspyd3r · 9 months

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" BABY SITTER <33 . "

req ☆ : Hi idk how many requests you got piled up lmaooo so don't feel pressured to get this out immediately if you can't but you should do a Miles 42! either fic or head cannon about how reader has to babysit, so instead of just going back home miles helps showing how he is with kids bc i feel like he's one of those ppl who swear they don't like kids but after a while he's drawn to how funny and aloof they are and the kids are drawn to his leave me alone personality

a/n: hii ! i wasnt rlly taking requests rn but this is soo cute so i decided to give yall this while working on this big story i have for yall , ALSO SORRY FOR CUTTING OUT PART OF UR REQ , IT WAS TOO LONG BUT ENJOYY

miles = dark purple you/nari = pink

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"aaaa ." you heard mayday say as you played with her , handing her a doll that she seemed to like , making her face light up as she giggled with excitement . "aww , youre so cutee" you said , you were getting baby fever over mayday , she was so cutee

you heard a knock at your door , turning your head to it and raising an eyebrow , it was 11:03 pm and you were home alone babysitting , who could possibly be at the door?..

you were slightly scared , this wasn't your first time being home alone but it was damn sure the first time someone has knocked on the door. It wouldn't have been your mom .. she would've used the key.. who was this??..

you got up and looked out the peep hole hesitantly to see a boy with two cornrow braids , a dark purple hoodie , some grey sweats , and some jordan 4s on. Nevermind you knew who this was ..

you chuckled a little to see miles at your door at such a late time , you opened it and looked up at him tilting your head in confusion. "why is u here at..11:03 pm?.." you weren't surprised he was here , but at this time?? he never comes this late .. "i couldnt sleep ma u mind if i stay over for the night?" you glanced at the bag in his hand which probably held all the things he needed , except for what was already here. some of his overnight stuff was here due to him staying overnight alot.

"mm.. lemme ask my mom first but for rn js come in " you opened the door so he could step in , and when he did him and mayday locked eyes making his face turn up while mayday giggled . "you aint tell me .. this ... was here .." his words traveled off as he slowly looked at you wit a stank face (sassy nigga life style..)

im sorry .. im rushing this kinda.. time skip . 30 mins .

while you were in the kitchen cooking some food for you , mayday , and miles , you peeped into the living room to see what mayday was doing and a smile formed across your face at what you saw. miles was playing with mayday , looking pretty happy himself as he tossed the ball back and forth to her cheering her on to catch it.

you took out your phone to take a picture , but when you went to take it you forgot your flash was on .. womp womp. miles shot his head towards you after seeing the light from the flash flood the room for a split second , glaring at you.

"nari." he tossed the ball back to mayday , her still happily giggling in excitement. "my bad .. thought u didnt like kids?" u crossed your arms , grinning at a statement that miles had made not too long. "shut up , she looked lonely" miles was fucking HORRID at making excuses and it rlly showed ..

taglist: @hiimayee @gw3ndyswonderland @444morales @all444miles @marci-jean @spiderheartzz @nokkihy

#atsv #miles morales #miles x reader #spiderman atsv #e42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles fluff

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daaydreamy · 11 months

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Waking subrry up on valentines day like its always the man that does this but with subrry its her like him waking up seeing heart Ballons flying over him and him covered in roses and then she comes in and gives him gifts and breakfast in bed and he thinks he looks bad since he just woke up but her telling him how beautiful he is :( and afterwards her pleasuring him and her priority is that he gets to cum and he feels bad after since she didnt finish and then she says how important he is for her :( PLS WRITE THAT IM BEGGING U

darling, i will always cherish you

summary: it’s valentine’s day.

warnings: coarse language, handjob

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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As Harry slowly stirred awake, he reached out to the other side of the bed, where Y/N usually laid, a frown making his way to his face when he realized it was cold and empty. He rubbed the remaining sleep in his eyes before stretching his arms out over his head, letting out a big yawn. As he was yawning, Y/N suddenly came into the room, holding a tray of food and two red heart balloons that were floating up in the air.

“Happy Valentine’s day.”

“What? You didn’t have to do this…” He chuckled softly, feeling his face heat up when she placed the tray down on his lap after putting the glass of water down on the nightstand, letting the balloons hit the ceiling when she let them go. She only smiled brightly in return and leaned in, giving him a big kiss.

“Shit, wait… I forgot something.” She said urgently and started rushing out of the room once more, leaving Harry a little dumbfounded with his lips parted, no words coming out of them. He looked down at the food in his lap while waiting for her to come back, finding himself smiling as he stared at the fluffy pancakes with syrup and berries spilled over them, a small tab of butter sitting at the top.

He lifted his head back up when he heard her footsteps and saw a bouquet in her hand this time, making Harry’s face flush even more.

“Y/N-”

“They’re your favorites.”

“I…” Harry took the bouquet from her hand, inhaling the sweet and fresh smell of the flowers, too flustered to even make up a sentence. “Y-you didn’t have to do this, you know.” He chuckled softly, hoping to god that blood would stop rushing to his cheeks.

She shrugged, picking a blueberry off of the pancakes she made, popping it in her mouth. “I wanted to. It’s Valentine’s day, Harry, of course I was gonna do something. There’s a huge bear in the living room.”

“I… Thank you. I love you. I love you a lot.”

She smiled, “I love you more.”

•••

“You’re like my own personal little angel.” Y/N murmured softly against Harry’s neck, listening to Harry’s sweet little moans and gasps. She had been mouthing at his neck while stroking him slowly, teasingly, working him up and making him squirm. She had left a few marks because she thought it looked a little too bare, and when she was done, she pressed her lips against his with a small, pleased smile.

“F-fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you…” Harry whimpered into her mouth, tightening the hold he had on her hips, gasping wetly before he spilled all over her fist, making a mess on his stomach while unable to do nothing but gasp and moan.

“You’re so cute.” She commented after Harry let his head fall back against the headboard, eyes closed with soft pants leaving his wet lips. She ran a thumb over his lower lips, groaning quietly when he sucked it into his mouth in return, running his tongue over the pad of it.

“Come on, I have another surprise for you.” She suddenly said and Harry’s eyes widened.

“What—what? Wait, no, what about you? I’ll-”

“I’m making today all about you, H. Whether you like it or not.”

a/n: sorry it’s a little longer than my usual blurbs but i hope it was alright! :-)

🏷: @crow-i-guess, @planetflos, @harrycanyonmoonn, @bxtchboy69, @sweet-as-lilacs, @lyricalniall, @venusincleo (couldn’t tag you!), @bxbun111, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @emispleased, @goldenhrry, @cinnamongirlrry, @manifestrry, @sadqn1, @judesgfirl, @taylorsreputationsversion, @violetsandfluff, @phoebebridgersforqueen, @a-strange-familiar, @moonlightbea-33 (couldn’t tag you!), @famedrs-blog, @coochiesteak, @blahblahblah-888 (couldn’t tag you!), @milesisntdonewritingyet, @harrysgoth, @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite, @cinnamonlola, @youcan-nolonger-run, @velvetrylie, @vamprry, @ellie-loveshs, @gorlsinmultifandoms

#sub!harry #subrry #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #sub!harry x soft dom!reader #soft dom!reader #soft dom!y/n #sub!harry x dom!reader #dom!reader #dom!y/n #writing

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maitadori · 1 year

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WEAK WILLED CLOUD KNIGHT pt 4 (?) sfw blade x fem!cloud knight!reader

word count : 2.6k

masterlist

summary : blade is indulging in your affection like usual before a certain general decides to come in and ruin his entire day, he contemplates panting the wall in his blood.

content / cw : suggestive, blade is insatiable, ok i tried not to make smut and i succeeded but there are a few nsfw things in here, but it’s mostly blades thoughts ok guys plz forgive me, fluff, blade is whipped and in love.

a/n : in honor of hitting 500 followers already almost 600 i made part 4. also this is shorter than i thought damn

ALSO IF U ASKED TO BE ADDED TO THE CLOUD KNIGHT TAGLIST AND I DIDNT ADD U PLZ LET ME KNOW

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI !!!

blade had made it ritual to visit whenever he could. which were few in between due to his work. it required him to travel to extensive lengths of time. luckily, he wasn't deployed on every mission so he took those as opportunities to come and see you.

it was a joyful horny experience everytime. maybe you couldn't go out on public dates due to luofu's people still seeing blade as a criminal, but blade liked to think he was a homebody.

blade indulged you and your silly activities, just to see that glittering smile on your face.

though there were definitely moments for other activities too. blade couldn't help the fact that you were so attractive and his. he was insatiable. not to mention the fact that sometimes you'd spend weeks if not a month without seeing each other.

texting was nice, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sound of your voice and the soft feel of your touch.

just seeing you and that stupid, sweet smile of yours had him wanting to rip your clothes to shreds and ravage you. but now you insisted that he bake with you for the moment, and you'd let him do whatever he wanted with you later.

"please! i've been meaning to make brownies this week, but i've been swept up with my knight duties, and it’s perfect because we can do it together!”

blade wanted to protest and take you to the bed, but you complained that sex was all he wanted from you and he was determined to prove you wrong (he couldn't help that you looked so sexy just breathing, he was truly and exceptionally wrapped around your finger). he also couldn't deny how cute you looked in your apron.

"if you insist."

at his defeat you bounced on the balls of your feet, and eyes shining as you say, "wear an apron with me?"

"don't push it."

you could only giggle at the perturbed look on his face.

"please? i'll even wear only this in bed later," your lips curled slyly as you caught the intrigued expression he adorned.

he sighed, grabbing the spare apron you offered, "you drive a hard bargain."

“i knew you’d be convinced by that, perv,” your expression is angry, but blade notices you trying to fight off a smile.

you got started and he could only follow you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, something he usually did when he had no idea how to go about something.

you took out ingredients required for the brownies, and it looked like you were going simple style with the boxed brownies.

when he eyed it you perked up, “sushang recommended this to me. said it might make me consider never making homemade brownies ever again— which i highly doubt,” you muttered, setting everything on the counter.

“she also suggested adding caramel, i forgot to grab it at the market so we’ll have to go homemade. can you help me with it?” you smiled guiltily, as if he didn’t willingly agree to give his hand in the kitchen.

although he nods, he still says, “but i don’t know how to make it.”

“it’s okay, i’ll help!”

the next twenty minutes fly by as you put the brownies in the oven and help blade stir the warm caramel. he has a wooden spoon in his grip as he slowly stirs like you advised, he’s holding it oddly but it’s so endearing that you don’t mention it.

“taste test!” you exclaim. for the past fifteen minutes you put your hand over blade’s to lift the wooden spoon from the pan and swipe a stripe of caramel to taste for yourself, saying it’s to review its quality.

but this time blade swipes some up for himself, holding his finger to your lips and opening his mouth in an “ah” to gesture you to do the same.

you open your mouth with little hesitation, tongue somewhat hanging out past your lips as his finger nears your lips.

you suck on his finger to assure that all of the sticky sweetness transfers to your tongue, unaware of his dark gaze leering on you. blade has half the mind to bend you over the counter but is reminded of your earlier words.

so he lets you look up at him through your lashes, watches you pull away with a sweet smile as you compliment the taste, and praise him for his work. he lets all of it occur with thoughts that a priest would combust at.

your lips look plump and glossy from your saliva, he’s sure he can get away with taking just your lips for now. so he puts a hand to your cheek, rubbing your face delicately with his thumb— a stark contrast to his desires— and he leans in.

your pupils shrink a bit at the decrease in proximity but then you remember how much blade must be holding back and happily think that this can be his little reward.

but a sudden knocking on the door has you both pulling apart. you turn towards the door with a mutter of, i wonder who would come by at this time… before you turn to blade with a sympathetic smile.

“watch the caramel for me while i answer?”

he nods in affirmation and you’re off. his focus goes back to the pot with an angry grumble towards whoever decided to interrupt him.

“who is it?” you ask, scolding your house for not having a peephole.

“might i come in?” a familiar baritone voice comes muffled from behind the door.

“general?” you don’t ask anything more, opening the door to see his tall figure standing over you, a smile on his lips.

“what’re you doing here?”

“just thought i’d come visit, we haven’t had a conversation as just friends in awhile, hm?”

“i mean yeah but, today? i’m kind of busy.”

“blade won’t mind, right? mind if i come in?”

you’re stunned. how does he… you barely process anything before you’re instinctually stepping to the side as he walks in without waiting for your approval.

he surveys you, smiling at your stunned face.

“baking?”

“uh- oh! yeah… brownies,” you blink, still confused. “uhm are you here about work? did i not do something right or—”

jing yuan lifts his hand and cuts you off as he says, “nothing like that. i can’t miss a close friend? i promise that’s all this is, mere catching up. whenever i see you it’s always knight duties. don’t worry, i don’t intend on ruining your little date.”

he gets close and sets a heavy hand on the top of your head, rubbing slowly. you’re shocked at the sudden display of affection. but before you can question it, blade walks in, apron pristine— unlike yours— and wooden spoon dripping with caramel in hand. the sight of it has your mouth dry.

how can such a scary man be so cute?

everyone in the room is still and quiet, reasons all differing. you’re admiring, blade is questioning, and jing yuan is amused. and it isn’t long before blade’s expression turns dark, eyes glued to the hand on your head.

“blade? is the caramel done?”

“yeah, but you were taking awhile so i wanted to see what the hold up was. sorry for interrupting.” his tone is dripping with venom and you can’t help the shock that blankets your face.

“uh? what do you mean?”

but your question is answered when jing yuan takes his hand off your head and blade’s eyes follow the motion with dangerous intensity.

“oh! it’s not what you think!” you wave your hands, panicked, “i actually had no idea why he did that. uhm..” seeing as blade decided to have a one-sided glaring contest with jing yuan instead of listening, you don’t dare elaborate further, simply approaching blade to grab his hand.

“let’s go to the kitchen shall we? i’m sure general would love a brownie.” your tone is sheepish, looking at blade as your try dragging him to the kitchen.

under the scrutiny of your gaze, blade relents, making sure to let go of your hand in favor of placing it on your back. such a possessive action that he prays jing yuan takes note of.

luckily he does, but unfortunately, it’s not in the way blade wants. instead, jing yuan smirks.

blade holds back the bloodlust bubbling inside him and instead pulls you closer to him.

you get back to work on your goodies instantly, either unaware of the tense atmosphere or just ignoring it. whatever the reason, blade pays jing yuan no mind, watching you with rapt attention.

you’re carefully pouring the caramel into a glass measuring cup, or trying to.

“uh..” you struggle a bit balancing the hold of the pan and your hold on the cup. “can i get a little help over here please.”

blade sits up to make his way to you but stands back at the sight of jing yuan at your beck and call immediately. bile is rising up his throat at the sight of you both, and he can’t tell if the feeling in his chest comes from the pain of seeing you two so close or the terrifying urge to coat jing yuan in his own blood.

“ah i’m kind of embarrassed, i struggled so much with that little task and i’m a cloud knight,” you sighed pitifully, expression flustered.

jing yuan is quick to reassure you. “not to fret, a simple bump in the road, really. this has no correlation to your talent on the battlefield.”

your cheeks warm and you smile bashfully. “thank you, general.” hearing praise from someone you admired so gratefully was always nice.

“hey, we’re not working, no need to be so formal.”

“oh, if you say so… jing yuan.”

his smile is mischievous, something you don’t notice, but blade does. “that’s better.” his voice is suave and his eyes are full of amusement, even more so when his eyes clash with blade’s and he witnesses the fury that contorts his face.

“let’s check on the brownies, shall we? they should be about done.”

you agree, putting on your oven mitts to grab the pan from the oven. once they’re on a steady platform ready to cool, you turn to blade. you noticed his lack of presence near you, which was odd since he took any opportunity to be around you.

“blade?”

he looks up from the ground to stare at you and there’s something in his eyes that make you hesitate. is he upset with you? usually you’d ask but there was a guest and now wasn’t really the time.

“decorate the brownies with me?”

he mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch. his face looks upset and you’re afraid it might be directed towards you. “o-or not,” you stammer, scratching your cheek nervously but blade isn’t having it.

“i’ll decorate with you.” he notices the fall in your expression immediately and approaches you, admiring the glow in your eyes as you smile at him in relief.

blade shoves jing yuan away from you just for peace of mind, it wasn’t necessary but it quelled the pang in blade’s stomach just a little.

both you and jing yuan’s eyes are wide with shock, but you blink and brush it off, knowing now wasn’t an appropriate time to confront blade. jing yuan smirks, something neither you or blade catch.

blade cuts the brownies into equal squares before you’re plating in a neat way them and drizzling the caramel on top. jing yuan notices the fondness in blade’s eyes as he watches you work and ramble at the same time. and watches as you bring a brownie to blade’s lips, mimicking the “ah” with your lips as you feed him. you’re giggling and talking about something that doesn’t really require attention, but blade’s expression is open and intrigued, listening and watching you with his all.

jing yuan crosses his arms and leans against the counter, smiling at the absolute love for you that drips off of blade. he was so insanely whipped that jing yuan almost felt bad for his teasing.

but he just loved the anger that would cross blade’s expression, and the struggle he goes through as he questions saying anything.

his thoughts are cut off as you call his name, “do you want to try one?”

“of course, you made it after all.”

you flushed, unsure of where all these sudden compliments were coming from. you weren’t opposed to it per se, but it was unusual and definitely odd for him.

blade’s face twitched.

you picked a brownie from the plate, careful to not let the caramel touch your fingers.

“you’ll feed me too, right?”

huh!?

you stop in shock, brownie in hand, ready to approach him. your eyes trail to blade hoping to make eye contact with him, only to see him glaring at jing yuan with an anger you’ve never seen before.

“t-that’s not…” appropriate, would’ve been your words, but your general assured you, “i’m only kidding.”

you smile sheepishly, unsure how to go about his joke. so you try to let go of his words as you approach him. but the world must be forsaking you, for your foot catches on blade’s shoe and before you know it you’re falling to the ground extremely fast.

jing yuan’s reflexes has him catching you quickly, arm secured around you to ensure your safety.

“careful now.”

“thank you so much, jing yuan. that would’ve been humiliating, aha..”

you both don’t notice the veins that pop on blade’s forehead as he clutches his hands into fists with a strength that has his knuckles paling.

blade eyes the hand on your waist with disdain.

he has to convince his conscience that he rather you not fall.

blade survives the last ten minutes of jing yuan’s visit to the best of his abilities. watching him approach the door with a relief that is unfamiliar to him. jing yuan turns the knob, looking at you to try and spark one last conversation.

but blade’s decided that he’s had enough as he opens the door wider and shoves jing yuan out with hostility.

“you’ve overstayed your welcome. don’t come back,” are the words that leave his lips before he’s slamming the door in jing yuan’s face. once that’s over, his shoulders sag and he finally looks calm.

you blink up at him, confused and shocked, “blade? is there something wrong? you’ve been off since the general arrived.” you don’t mention what just happened.

instead of answering you directly, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face in your neck as he breathes you in.

“never invite him over again.” he whispers, grip strong and warm.

“what’s wrong? i’ve never seen you look so angry.”

“that damned general.”

you’re still confused. but as you sift through the events of today in your head and remember all of the expressions blade directed towards your general, it’s like a light bulb pops off in your head.

“were you jealous?” you’re smirking, and blade decides this is an expression he doesn’t like.

“why wouldn’t i be? you wouldn’t like it if a woman offered to feed me and rub and pat my head while she compliments me, would you?”

you blink, placing yourself in blade’s position as you reenact the scenes in your head.

“y-you’re right..” you stammer, “i would not like that, but,” you turn your head towards blade with a soft, lovely heart stopping smile, “you don’t have to worry about other people. i’m yours, aren’t i?”

his eyes widen and he can’t deny the increase of his heart pace. a small red colors his cheeks and you revel in the fact that you made him of all people blush.

“you are. and i’m yours.” his lips are caressing your face, nearing your lips as he whispers.

“i’m never indulging you like that again…” your voice is quiet as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“are you sure? because i know of other ways you can indulge me,” he’s kissing your cheek, hand playing with the seams of your shirt as his fingers peek under with the promise of more.

you mimic his words from earlier and say, “you drive a hard bargain.” and he smirks.

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#🃏; saturn.writes #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade hsr #honkai star rail #blade honkai star rail x reader #blade hsr x reader #honkai star rail blade x reader #cloud knight!reader

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cowgurrrl · 10 months

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OKAY WAIT

late night talks with college!joel - how reader and him came to date. they were studying they got distracted talking about something and stayed up all night taking. now joel can get her off his mind. 😉

thank you harry styles <3

I’ll kiss you on the mouth dude I love this idea

UPDATE: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT AND IF IT WASNT FOR MY MELATONIN KICKING IN I WOULDVE CONTINUED IT

She’s got a book for every situation

Pairing: college!joel x fem!reader

Summary: this ask

Author’s note: typed in tumblr and not proofread so god speed slayers 🫡

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Joel being The Biggest Flirt, June your BA in English is showing, I think that’s it??

Working at the writing center on campus has its perks. You get unlimited printing, editing experience, and free coffee. Granted, it’s from a pot that had been simmering for several days but it’s free nevertheless. You’ve even managed to get in good with a few professors who would recommend their students come to you if they need help. Normally, they don’t take the advice until finals week and they all scramble into your office all at once. So, when a tall guy with curly dark hair walks into your desolate lobby, you’re a little surprised. He looks lost with a stack of papers piled in his hands and visibly relaxes when he sees you peek your head out.

“Hey there. Can I help you?” You ask, approaching him.

“Maybe. ‘M from Dr. Phillips class and she said to come to the writing center and ask for…” He trails off as he glances down at his paper before saying your name. “Said she might be able to help me with my paper.”

“Yeah, I think she can help you with your paper.” You say and hold out your hand to grab the red inked paper. It’s a paper on Kerouac who’s never been your favorite. In fact, you wrote an entire paper about how pretentious and privileged Jack Kerouac actually was but that’s neither here nor there. The bottom line is that you know how to write a paper professors are looking for. You feel his eyes scanning your face as you read his thesis and try to ignore the blush creeping over your cheeks.

“I take it you’re the brilliant writer Dr. Phillips likes so much.” He says. You smile but don’t take your eyes off his words so you don’t get distracted by his presence.

“Dr. Phillips doesn’t like anyone.”

“She seemed to like you. Told me all about how smart you are,” he says. “Never mentioned the pretty part, though.” Finally, you look up and meet his gaze.

“Technically Dr. Phillips isn’t allowed to recommend one student editor over another. It’s against our policy and makes things a little fairer for everyone. So, can we keep this little secret between us…” you let your sentence end, realizing you never asked his name, and he holds out his free hand.

“Joel.” He says and you shake his hand.

“Well, Joel, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to help you get your paper in order if you agree to not get me fired. Fair deal?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely.

You spend the rest of the day walking Joel through essay structures, grammar mistakes, and thesis issues. His argument is strong but it needs to be more concise and punchier. When you try to explain it to him in those terms, he looks at you like you’re from Mars. Eventually, after a little too much flirty small talk, he tells you about his dad’s construction company and you learn to put flowery, over dramatic writing advice into clean, neat boxes that he understands completely. Unfortunately, you don’t end up finishing the actual essay before the center closes.

“You’re free to come back tomorrow morning so we can finish this.” You say as you gather your things and stuff them in your backpack. Joel stretches in his chair, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a gorgeous sliver of tan skin and you have to force your eyes away from the sight.

“D’you live far from here?” He asks, standing and throwing his own backpack over one shoulder. You waffle for a moment, unsure if you want to tell this almost perfect stranger where you live.

“Maybe a ten minute walk. It’s not bad for Austin.”

“Can I walk you home? Since I kept you so late,” he asks. Once again, you hesitate. Joel doesn’t seem like the typical frat guy you’ve come to fear since your time at school. He actually seems gentle and genuine. You turn the thought over a few more times before he throws his hands up. “‘S just an offer to make sure you get home safe. I’ll even carry your backpack for you if you want.” He offers and you smile. You take another second before handing him your heavy backpack. He slings it over his free shoulder and walks to the door to open it for you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up the writing center for the night. The humid Texas night suffocates you the second you step out into the fading daylight.

“You always carry girls’ backpacks home?” You ask as you start walking in the direction of your apartment. Campus is mostly empty this time of night, everyone crawling home after class to pregame or cry or both. Squirrels patrol the sidewalks for any students who may want to hand them a piece from their bagel or sandwich. Someone honks their horn in distant standstill Austin traffic, and the sun slowly slides behind the Capitol. It’s peaceful.

“Only when I make ‘em read my shitty writing.” He says and you laugh.

“Your writing’s not bad, Joel. It’s actually very good. Essays are just the worst to write.”

“You like ‘em enough to work at the writing center.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s what I actually care about,” you shrug. “At this point, I’m a warm body with a clicky pen.”

“Woah there, Kafka. I think you’re a little more than that,” Joel laughs and you have to laugh too. Not only for the perfectly on brand joke but for the tone in his voice. The playful lilt makes your head feel fuzzy. “Alright then, if you don’t like essays and you don’t like Kerouac, what do you like? What do you wanna write?” He asks and you take a deep breath. It’s a question you’ve fielded more than enough times in your college career to know that not many people like your answer.

“I’m not sure yet. I like a little bit of everything.”

“Have you written anythin’ I would’ve read?”

“No,” you laugh. “Probably not.”

“Why’s that funny?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Because nobody wants to publish my work. It’s too… rough.”

“Rough?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah. Publishers either want the next Great American Novel or nothing at all, and I am not next Great American Novel material.”

“How do you know?”

“Because nobody’s publishing me.”

“Maybe, you’re not lookin’ in the right places,” he says. “‘M just sayin’ someone as smart as you has to have somethin’ someone will wanna take.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go holdin’ your breath on me, cowboy.”

“Why do you do that?” He asks suddenly and you stop to look at him.

“Do what?” You ask.

“Try and play it off whenever someone compliments you.” He says with glaring honesty. It sets you back in your heels but you quickly recover.

“You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not just incredibly humble?”

“I guess I don’t,” he says. “Could I buy you a drink and figure it out?” It could be the way he, somehow, sees right through you already or the way his brown eyes look in the sunlight but you can’t stop the butterflies in your stomach. You purse your lips together and dare a step closer to him.

“Tell you what, if you get an A on this paper, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” You say.

“And if I fail?” He asks and you shake your head.

“You won’t fail.”

“But what if I do?”

“If you do, you have to…” you search your brain. “Carry my backpack home for me for a week.”

“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”

“But I take it Joel Miller’s a bettin’ man.”

“See, smarter than you think.” He quips and you roll your eyes.

“One thing at a time, lover boy.”

Joel ends up getting the highest grade on his essay out of anyone in his class. Dr. Phillips commends his dedication to bettering his first draft and tells him to keep up the good work. “Whatever you did to change this, keep it up.” She says when she places his graded essay on his desk. When he presents the A to you at the writing center, all you can do is applaud him and smile.

“I told you you’d pass.” You say, poking at his firm chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just needed a little motivation.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

“I think I was promised a date.” He says cheekily and you nod.

“You were, and my mama raised me to be a woman of my word,” you smile. “Jenny, do you mind closing up for me tonight?” You ask the receptionist and she shakes her head.

“Not at all, darlin’. Have a good night.” She winks at you when Joel turns his back and you stick your tongue out at her.

Say what you will about the writing center but you think a date with a broad, tall, handsome cowboy is the best thing that could’ve come out of that hell hole.

#college!joel au #college!joel #Joel Miller au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #joel miller fluff #tlou fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller drabble

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froggy-with-a-knife · 1 year

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lasertag

pairing: reyna x reader

prompt: inspired by that post about your oto going lasertagging (i've seen it on my timeline at some point but i'm to lazy to look for it)

word count: ~1300

warning: not proofread, sry

A/N: i've never played lasertag so think of the game they're playing as less of a lasertag game and more of a vp training session with fake guns

"Shit"

You quickly slung the weapon over your back, barely dodging the fire coming your way as you ran for cover behind the next wall, sliding the last meters to safety on your knees.

You looked for any sign that you had been hit, but luckily came up empty. Taking your rifle, you peeked out into the open, scanning your surroundings for your opponent. Darkness enveloped the room, making it hard to see clearly. Only a faint movement of shadows on the other side gave away your enemy's position.

Taking aim, you waited for a clear shot, finger hovering over the trigger. You hit Phoenix square in the chest, bullseye. The Brit scowled, as the light on his vest turned red and bells rang out, signaling his 'death'. You couldn't surpress the satisfied smile as your friend stomped away in anger, muttering under his breath.

You took cover again, finger moving to your earpiece.

"KJ, how does it look on your end?", you asked, aware that with Phoenix out of the game, there was only one enemy player left.

But having a two versus one advantage meant nothing when the one you were up against was Reyna.

"I lost sight of her, but she was somewhere around-"

The comms cut off suddenly and you sighed when the death chime sounded once more. At least you had a vague idea where Killjoy had been before she was eliminated. That should help you track down the Mexican.

With everything on the line, you kept your weapon ready, not daring to sling it over your back for more mobility. You knew Reyna's combat style well. She was quick, merciless, and precise. Your only hope was to find her first and take her by surprise.

As silently as you could, you walked through the maze of the lasertag arena, retracing the route that KJ had taken, your eyes peeled for any movement in the shadows, ears listening for any sound that could give your opposition away.

However, the thing with Reyna was, she was not only quick and accurate but could also be silent if she wanted to be. You didnt even realize she was approaching, until you felt the barrel of her weapon press into your back, freezing you in place.

"Hello, darling", she whispered smugly into your ear followed by a throaty chuckle that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your grip on your gun slackened until it hang loosely at your side. She already had you at gunpoint, the game was over.

"Reyna", you acknowledged quietly, heart beating out of your chest. Slowly, you turned around to face her, hands raised in surrender. The end of her gun came to rest on the marker on your chest. All, she would have to do was pull the trigger.

Her magenta eyes were glowing, making you wonder, like so many times before, whether she could actually see in the dark. Kind of like a cat or an owl. It wouldnt surprise you. Pretty much everything about her has been adapted for battle, why not her sight?

Even in the dim light of the arena you could see her raise an eyebrow at your quick surrender.

"Giving up so easily? You could at least attempt to fight me."

You offered her as genuine a smile as you could manage, given the disappointment of your imminent defeat.

"I know when I'm beaten. Im just glad it's you and not Phoenix. I couldn't take all the gloating."

"Oh, I plan to gloat alright, dont you worry", Reyna informed you, pursing her lips in thought, "But I dont think I'll let you off so quickly."

You frowned as she pressed the barrel more firmly to your chest with an almost predatory smile, prompting you to take a couple of steps backwards.

"What, why-"

Reyna shushed you, clicking her tongue in disapproval, eyes flashing with mischief.

"No questions. Just do what I say."

Hard to argue with that when you are at gunpoint. Besides, you were, admittedly, curious about what she had planned. Slowly she forced you backwards into a secluded corner, hidden from prying eyes by tall walls. She nodded to your gun next.

"Put that away. I dont want you to try anything."

Slowly but purposefully you took your gun and put it on the floor, sending it skitting to the other side with a firm and well-placed kick. Reyna's stance relaxed slightly, weapon lowering for the first time. It's not like she needed it now. You posed no threat at all, unarmed and backed into a corner as you were.

Weirdly enough the absence of the gun barrel made you more nervous. Without something separating you, the closeness of the other woman became all too apparent to you. There was no denying the attraction you felt for her under normal circumstances. But while you were usually able to ignore the butterflies in your stomach or the way your pulse quickened, there was no dismissing them this time, nothing to distract yourself with, nowhere to escape.

You swallowed agains the lump in your throat, failing to keep your eyes from staring at her lips as she came even closer, caging you in by placing her hands on the wall behind your head.

"What now?" , you asked, sounding almost out of breath. You forced your eyes to meet hers and she smirked, leaning close.

"Now, I think I deserve a reward for winning, don't I?"

Obviously, you agreed. You eagerly met her halfway, lips crashing together with raw passion, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Reyna pushed against you until your bodies were pressed flushed against one another, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Her hands were in your hair in an instant, making you let out a moan that you'd be embarassed about later. You move your hands to rest on her hips, needing an anchoring point.

Reyna dominated the kiss and you had absolutely no objections to that. After the first frantic moments had passed, she angled your head in a way that allowed her to ease you into a slower, surprisingly tender kiss. One of her hands moved to cup your face, thumb caressing your cheek in a gesture that made your heart skip a beat.

Once the need for air became impossible to ignore, she pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. Your eyes were still closed, breath mingling with hers as you tried to savour the moment, lips tingling pleasantly.

Reyna used your distractedness and turned her attention to your neck, lips tracing a path all the way down to your pulse point. Your grip on her hips tightened, pulling her body even more into yours. You could feel the way her lips pulled into a smirk, satisfied with your reaction.

"I hate to cut this short, cariño", she murmured in between kisses, pulling away from your neck, much to your chagrin. If possible, her eyes were shining even more brightly than before, and even the tattos on her arms were shimmering magenta. She looked mesmerising and the sight of her was a little too distracting, you almost missed her next words completely.

"But sadly, the other's are waiting."

Her gun fired and the bell signaled your defeat to your teammates waiting outside, but you were still too lightheaded from the makeout session to care. Seeing, the state you were in, Reyna smiled more softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before detantljng herself from you.

"We can continue this later, if you like", she offered picking up your gun and holding it out to you. You take it slowly, clearing your throat.

"I would- I'd like that a lot."

"Good", she grinned, matching the one on your face, "Now come, it's time to gloat."

#reyna x reader #valorant reyna #reyna x you #zyanya mondragon x reader #valorant x reader #froggystory

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mikalame · 10 months

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Hiiii could you maybe do Manzini that he like talks about us in a interview?

Yall as much as i love this man there is like no info about him at all i am ligit pulling this out off my ass crack.

hope you like😘

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley

" So Manzini, how is the realtionship with ___ going huh" The interviewer asked exspecting a senctence from the young star now sitting through 5 minutes of him just talking about his girlfriend. In all honesty the interviewer just wanted him to talk has he only said about a totally of 20 words so far but now he was getting annoyed.

"Well that seems ve-" "Oh yeah and she does this thing were when she doesnt like and she'll scruch her nose and it's just so cute" Manzini says cutting the interviewer off again "Oh sorry where you saying something" Manzini asks "yeah i have been but youve been to distracted by your girlfriend "can i contuine Manzini" when no noise came out of the young man the man starts to ask a question "So Manzini do you wear alot of bling, like jewlery?" He asks "Nah thats not really my thing" moving his hands showing no rings "My girlfriend really likes rings and necklaces tho she always buys the fancy stuff tho saves for a long time" Manzini says i dazed look in his yes thinking about his girlfriend.

" Seems like you really like your girlfriend huh Manzini, you think you two will get married" The interveiwer asks a smug plastered on his face "Well hopefully the universe doesnt get in the way to ruin it but yes i mean i hope we do i think i already have a ring style she would like but i think we are still to young for that just yet atleast, she is ligit the best thing to happen to me i love verything about her and i physically dont think she could ever have an flaws look wise all tho she is a bit grumpy in the morning but i mean who isn't". Manzini stops talking to catch his breath.

"Wow marrige huh, you must really like her then marragie is a pretty big thing" the man asks lifting an eyebrow "im confused about why a 17 year old is already talking about marrage when he should be living his life having many girlfeinds and exspoloring diffrent things, do you really think she is the one or do just not want to keep looking you have very many options" he asks hoping the boy would slip up and he could make something seem as it wasn't like most interviewers do.

"No she is the one, why keep looking when you have your soulmate already with you there is no reason for me to keep looking she is perfect for me and i for her hopefully" Manzini chuckles "i dont think there is another person is in this world that could be more perfect for me".

"well that seem to be time up ladies and gentlemen hope you got the answer's you wanted ask even tho they were mostly about someone we dont know" He mutters the last bit under his breath upset he didnt get any info about the boy.

"It was nice being here thank you for having me but i dont plan on coming back your and tad bit rude if you ask me old man" Manzini says before walking away. giggling to himself.

#manzini fluff #manzini x reader #manzini

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

Keep Smilin’

You and Daryl had never exactly seen eye to eye. Blind, unshaken optimism wasnt something that went along with a harsh mixture of cynicism and logic; a world of colour versus someone who sees the world in black and white. Or at least, that’s how Daryl likes to say he sees the world. You always knew there was something in him that understood why you were the way that you were, he just didnt want to admit it.

You were always the one to lift everyone’s spirits, no matter what. You could always be relied on for that, and everyone in the group adored you for it. A smile on your face, a spring in your step, and you had the power to push the storm clouds away.

There were a few times that you crossed paths with Daryl, most of them small talk, but there was one incident in particular that stood out to the both of you in terms of clashing personalities. It was just after Shane broke into the barn and the group found out where Sophia had really been. The group was broken after that, naturally, and you did what you could. Optimism wouldnt do much for Carol, you werent stupid, but you also werent just a cheerleader to the people you loved. You were a source of comfort, and you held Carol as she cried, which was the most you could do. Very few people in the group had the strength to look Carol in the eye, feeling as though they’d let her down, but you stayed with her as much as you could, without being overbearing of course. During one particular moment when you werent helping Carol, you decided to go and check on Daryl, the next worst affected in the list of broken hearts. You knew blind optimism wasnt going to work on him either, not after something so awful, but you wanted to do what you could. Much to your surprise, Daryl barely let you get a word out before he snapped at you.

“You think sprinklin’ some of your fairy dust over shit will stop it bein’ shit!?! You aint helpin’ me, I dont need no help, ‘specially not from someone who dont see what the world really is! That fuckin’ smile o’ yours wont last out here!” He was making big gestures with his hands, raising his voice, pacing back and forth. While you stood, calm and collected with your arms crossed.

“Feel better?” You asked him, your voice so gentle it only pissed him off more.

“‘Course not!” Daryl retorted, throwing his arms in the air again

“And that right there is the difference a cynical attitude makes.”

You walked off without explaining what you meant, but Daryl knew. Your emotional outbursts brought so much joy because of how optimistic you were, you helped lift everyone up, including yourself, and you brought everyone together. While his outbursts just made him angrier, and pushed people away.

After that, understandably you and Daryl didnt talk for a while. The next time you interacted was after the farm fell, but even then, the two of you didnt talk.

When the group spent a night outside after the farm was overrun, you taught Carl a dance, just for fun. He was shivering from the cold, everyone was weighted down with the grief of the home they’d lost. So you jumped to your feet and taught Carl the cha-cha slide. It warmed him up and made everyone smile, it was the perfect idea. Beth got up and joined in, then Maggie dragged Glenn up with her, and soon enough everyone was joining in. The cha cha slide didnt last long, soon enough everyone was free-styling, dancing to no music.

The only one left not dancing, was Daryl Dixon. Your dance halted as you made eye contact with him, and when a mischievous smirk took over your face, a worried expression overtook his. Lifting your hands in the air, you spun an imaginary lasso that you threw around him, and you started pulling him to the also imaginary dance floor. You didnt know if it would work, honestly, you had no way of knowing if most of the things you did would work. Majority of the time, your optimism was needed very suddenly, there wasnt time to carefully consider a plan, you just went with what felt right. And when Daryl rolled his eyes, swung his crossbow on his back and started jumping forward in time with you pulling the invisible lasso you had wrapped around him, you knew that once again, you had done what was right.

You werent mad at him for not making the effort to apologise or fix things with you, the two of you werent exactly friends, but that night formed a silent truce.

He saw his heartbroken group smiling and laughing, enjoying themselves in the wake of a disaster that had ended lives and taken away their home. The fact they were able to forget about that, even for just a few minutes, was all thanks to you.

He didnt speak to you, he was still in the midst of processing the gift you had, but after that, you bet he was in absolute awe of you. You were an angel to him, a ray of sunshine in the endlessly stormy world.

When the group found the prison, their optimism almost matched yours. Sitting around the fire with Beth and Maggie singing, you held up a hand.

“Hold on, if there’s actual music going on, you all know what has to happen. C’mon Carl, show me what you learnt!”

So you and Carl started dancing again, gradually bringing everyone else up to dance with you.

Carol and Daryl approached from his place taking watch, and the way everyone mirrored the smile on your face showed him just how precious you really were to this group, to every single person, including him.

As Lori got up to go and talk to Rick, you followed Daryl back to his watch post.

“Hey, Dixon, wait up!” You called.

“Why you gotta be so loud for?” His voice was sharper than he intended it to be, he wasnt comfortable with how kind he wanted to be to you.

“Part of my charm, sweet cheeks.” You nudged his shoulder.

Daryl scoffed. “Whaddaya want?”

You smiled up at him. “I wanted to get an update on the last conversation we had. Still think a smile like mine wont last in a world like this?” As if to prove your point, your smile widened, practically beaming up at him.

“Naw.” He replied in his usual gruff tone, but you knew him well, despite not talking to him much, you had overheard countless of conversations among the group. Meaning the nervousness that was in his voice was loud and clear to you.

“Ahh, interesting, could you elaborate on that?” You took your eyes away from him, choosing to look up at the stars in the sky to help him feel less awkward.

“Think this world needs a smile like yours, t’ keep everyone goin’. Could you do sum’ for me?” His question was rushed, which you know was a deliberate effort to avoid you commenting on what he’d said before it.

“Of course, what’s up?” You questioned, turning to look back at him to see his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, directly in front of him.

“Keep smilin’, ‘cause I don’ like admittin’ it, but sometimes I need it, too.”

Somehow, his words sent the two of you into even deeper worldwide silence, it was comfortable, but it tugged at your heart. It was so quiet, you could hear Daryl’s shaky breaths, and then in the corner of your eye you caught sight of his shaking hand. Without thinking, you took ahold of it. Well, as much as you could, your hand being much smaller than his. You expected him to pull away, but instead he turned his palm up and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Likewise.” You told him, your voice being the only sound better than silence, Daryl thought.

“Whaddaya mean?” He asked, mostly wanting to hear you talk to him more, but also out of curiosity.

“A smile as rare as yours, one that doesnt need to be big and bold for the world to see, a quiet and reserved one. It’s the greatest gift you could give a girl, Daryl.” You smiled again, a softer smile, as you rested your head on his shoulder, the two of you staring at the same patch of nothing straight ahead.

“I’ll let cheesy shit like that slide on one condition.” Daryl replied, and you couldnt help but laugh.

“Name it.”

Daryl had that small smile playing on his face, proud of himself for making you laugh at something that he didnt think you’d find that funny.

“Im the one who’ll be callin’ you sweetcheeks from now on.” He told you, and you laughed even harder, holding his arm as well as his hand, snuggling into him in the most casual, unaddressed way.

“You got it, sweetcheeks.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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suckthatskittlebiiitch · 2 years

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Get it RIGHT

Pairing: Steven Grant × black Reader (marc and jake make an appearance too!)

Warnings: just lots of cussing

A/N: this is an idea I had about how reader would react to Donna being an asshole to Steven and calling him "Stevie" also i was a little buzzed while typing this up just now so there might be a few run on sentences but honestly who gives a shit lol

"ok girl ill call you tomorrow i just pulled up to steven's job! bye love you!" you hung up with your best friend excited to show your man the new braids you got from your trusted stylist. every 3 months you switch it up and when you do hes always so amazed, sometimes he just stares in awe at how your hair could do so many things, styles, colors it was so cool to him.

After parking you pulled down the mirror to make sure ya makeup was still looking bomb as fuck, baby hairs still swooped to the gods and...ya titties looking damn good in the new shirt that was bought yesterday. thankfully steven didnt see the numerous bags in the back of the closet.

Every other day when your jobs had the same lunch break you and steven would have a lunch break date. Honestly it was the best part of each other's day.

Walking inside you walked straight to the gift shop, waving slightly at the security guard who did a double take at your appearance. "Nope still with steven grant buddy! sorry not sorry!" The man waved back but grumbled something behind the newspaper he was reading and covered his face with it.

Rounding the corner your smile faded slightly as she was standing in front of steven. His boss donna was pointing at him. Being a little ways away you couldnt hear the conversation but moving closer her words started becoming clear.

"i'm telling you all this shit is still unorganized and uncounted for! looks like you'll be on inventory again tonight i dont care if it takes you all night!" "Donna im doing my best but shipment has been coming-" she put a hand up.

"oh no the fuck she didnt shush my baby" you mumbled to yourself

Doing so made steven stop talking immediately and frown deeply.

"i dont care when shipment comes..you get it done! you're so bloody useless Stevie!" Hearing her degrading and calling him by the wrong name set you OFF. Before realizing it you stomped over to where they were, eyes seeing red, curses spewing under your breath. Out the corner of his eye he sees you coming, a first he was relieved then he saw the look on your face which let him know all hell was about to break loose.

"oooh shit ive never seen her that pissed before..." Marc from the reflection of the glass.

"That's the sexiest fucking thing ive ever seen LET HER HAVE IT MI AMOR RIP HER APART!" jake smiled

"oh dear" steven sighed heavily. Donna looked confused but that expression worn off when she noticed you coming over to where they were; it soon turned into fear. "i-uh ill be in my meeting-" you stopped in front of them with a big smile on your face "donna let me tell you this one time and one time only" Steven looked nervous as fuck " love its okay donna was just leaving for a meeting and my break is in 5 so lets just-" you cut him off by grabbing his shirt and planting the deepest, tongue fighting kiss then pushed him back slightly.

steven gained control of his balance, licked his lips and just nodded his head. "Donna let me tell you something..in the nicest way i can. his name is steven, steven grant. says it right there on his name tag and fucking birth certificate. Stop calling him Stevie, stephen, stanely anything with S.T in it that aint fuckin steVEN. That is MY man im tired of him coming home looking damn near doorknob dead because your overworking him .Sometimes he's to tired to even fuck me and that's a goddamn problem." Steven started to turn red but he wasn't embarrassed in the slight.

Donna stood there like a fish out of water; mouth just opening and closing dumbfounded. She looked around making sure customers couldn't hear what's going on but you honestly couldn't give a shit. "well..i mean sometimes he just needs to catch up-"

"Catch up bitch all my man does is catch up! but your lazy ass think just because your the manager ya can do whatever you want but let me get you straight on this donna. Let me find out you've insulted him, degraded or humiliate him in any possible way and bitch i will stuff you in pharaoh's tomb myself. do we have an understanding??" You glared at her with eyes that said dont fucking try me.

She nodded her head, fixed her shirt and cleared her throat "mhm i-i understand..i uh..i apologize steven please take an extra hour lunch on me" She nodded again, turned and quickly turned on her heels to her office.

"Oh my god LOVE!" he laughed "that was amazing i never knew you could get that vulgar or angry!" You just giggled sweetly. "i told you baby nobody can disrespect you in front of me..ever." He leaned over kissing you deeply. "ok ill go clock out then we can go to lunch!"

"Okay baby after we eat seeing as you have an extra hour how about you show me the back room?" steven looked at you confused, you've seen the backroom maybe twice now before. "oh okay but what for?" you smiled walking over to him, grabbed the back of his head and licked the side of his face slowly then bit his earlobe.

"So you can tell me a story while deep in this pussy love.." you whispered in his ear

"Oh my god please give me the body steven" marc whined

"AYE No give ME the body!!" jake countered

Steven shuddered at your naughty moves and ignored his alters, he suddenly didn't want to eat the lunch he brought in today but something else vegan friendly.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x black reader #moon knight fics #moon knight imagine #steven grant x y/n

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fanchitties · 11 months

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Porcelain Doll

Pastel’s note: okay so, last night, when i found out that ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN IS FUCKING HACKED, i didnt know what the hell to do. so i opened my laptop and wrote... something. its been so long since i wrote something, and this one is in very different style than i usually did back in the time where i was pastelbear12 lmao.

this one is about two of my OCs in my genshin self insert delulu ( @aly-kurta knows what i mean LMAO). and i decided to post it here. whatever. enjoy.

TW/CW: mentions of torture, obsession (we love them obsessed), first POV, stockholm syndrome (i think?), does this count as yandere? hes canonically a yandere but, whatever, i forgot how to tag LMAO, maybe alternative universe cause in my original plotline, they didnt meet like this, and this is genshin visionless AU

word count: 2500+

I remember it vividly like it was yesterday. Like my sole purpose in life is to hang that memory prettily, in a silver frame with fancy carvings, in my mind. Etched in my mind like a nagging thought.

It was the coldest day of winter, three years ago, in the heart of December.

I was just from the neighboring city to buy things, walking through the blizzard, when I found a deserted house. I thought it would be nice to catch a break, napping for an hour or so hoping the blizzard would come to an end soon, or maybe eat the steam bun I bought in the town to warm up my stomach. I envisioned a wet fireplace, tattered couches, and icy floor. Truly, I expected everything, other than one thing.

Within those forsaken walls, I didn't expect I would find a woman here.

She was on the brink of death from a long list of illnesses, and the horrible state she was in was laughable. And so, I laughed. Out loud. She could barely look at me, barely even breathe. She fainted some seconds later—she wasn't dead, I noticed her still breathing, barely—and I crouched down beside her body on the sofa. Examining her face. Her body. Her condition. Her, in general. I looked at her.

I deemed her the most captivating being my eyes had ever beheld.

I wanted her. I always like pretty things, so, she seemed like she wasn't owned by anyone, so I just carried her from that cold house and rushed through the blizzard, my plans to take a break soon forgotten. She felt weightless in my arms. So light I had to look down at my arms ever so often to make sure she hadn't been whisked away by the tumultuous wind.

I reached the nearest town there and found a fireplace also. I put her down on the floor of another abandoned abode, but this one had a dry fireplace. I lit the fire. The crackling flames cast an orange glow upon her pallid countenance. The snow on her face melted on her cheeks. I wiped it away. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

It would be so, so easy to kill her, I could just trip and fall on her body and she would die dead, and that fact made me laugh again. Really. She was the puniest person I'd seen. And also, the most beautiful one.

I wanted her to be mine. I collect pretty things myself. She could be my next item on the list.

She woke up a couple of hours later. Her confusion evident but I assumed she recognized me. The man who laughed as she teetered on the edge of death. Funnily, she thanked me, and I couldn't help but laugh again. Not because she was funny, no, because she was stupid. My first thank you in such a long, long time. Little did she know, that her beauty was the only thing stopping me from throwing her frail body to the fire, pouring gasoline on it, and leaving her as such.

I didn't tell her any of that though. I just smiled.

"What's your name, love?"

She seemed confused about things. Myriads of whats, whys, whos and hows going in her pretty little head. I understood.

"I don't have a name."

That surprised me. This woman managed to surprise me twice, in a day.

The next hours were spent on her telling me all about her, and it was so reckless and naive of her to say these things to a man she just met, particularly one such as me—a murderer. It was her unlucky day to meet a murderer like me. But she looked grateful for my presence there and I didn't wanna ruin her fantasy. So I just smiled, pretending to be a decent man, just cause I loved seeing her talk. She was so beautiful.

And then I found out that she was dumped by her supposed-to-be family. She never got the luxury of a name. People called her 'Nameless Girl'. Shame. So I offered her a name. She was painfully obvious with her excitement even when she tried to hide it. She couldn't hide anything from me. She was adorable. I told her, that from then on, her name would be Anastasia, or for short, Tasha. Without any particular meaning attached to it.

She liked that, I could tell.

"Do you have a name?"

She looked curious and apprehensive. I didn't see why I should lie.

"Yes."

"Can I have it?"

I snicker, thinking of something that might trigger an amusing reaction from her. I wanted to see that reaction.

"Have my name? Do you mean it as wanting to know my name, or have it, maybe, for your last name?"

She blushed. It was a sight for sore eyes, making its way to a hidden corner of my heart I never knew existed.

"I was joking. My name is Makoto."

She looked at me with wonder. Maybe she was considering whether to address me as her first friend. She then tasted my name on her tongue, the sound cascading like a sacred mantra, sending a shiver down my spine.

I liked how she said my name. I liked my name better after I heard her say it. 'Makoto' never sounded so delightful before.

I was thoroughly amused by the whole situation, so to make things even more interesting, I decided to give her a little 'shock'.

"Tasha. I'm actually a murderer."

Tasha widened her eyes. Yet her calmness returned far more swiftly than I had anticipated.

"Okay." She had said. It almost disappointed me that she appeared unfazed by my revelation. Such ignorance.

"Aren't you afraid? I could kill you anytime."

She shook her head.

And after that, I found out that this woman was even more pathetic than I had surmised. She had a heart problem. She got sick easily. She was weak. The word "weak" fails to adequately describe her fragility. It explained her ignorance of the predicament in which she found herself—alone in an abandoned house with a serial killer—cause no matter what she did, she was gonna die anyway. Should she attempt to escape? Her heart would fail her. Should she remain here? She'd die cause of her own foolish decision to befriend a murderer. Lose-lose situation.

Nobody could ever fathom the itchy feeling coursing through my veins the whole time. I wanted to try, to hurt her. With my hands. The temptation was so overwhelming my hands started to shake.

But I didn't hurt her. It was a blur afterward, and suddenly, I found her sleeping soundly by the fireplace. And I observed her again in her slumber.

The next day, I brought her a gift. A bloodied corpse—an innocent man who had the misfortune of crossing paths with me as he wandered alone down an alley. I threw the lad before her. Carved my initial on his left chest before her eyes. I did it all to let her know who I was.

Dangerous. Cruel. One wrong move, and I'd do the same to her.

She looked at me in horror as I kicked his face into an unrecognizable mess. She threw up when I hung his body with cuffs, blood dripping down the cuts I meticulously made all over his body. She slept in my arms peacefully that night. The same limbs that just tortured an innocent man, wrapped around her waist securely, warmly.

It was sickening. Disturbing.

From that point, she's always been with me, in my journey everywhere. Anastasia is the witness to my cry for joy, my cruel homicides, and my explosive anger. She is always unfazed. She always looks at me as if I were an enigma she was determined to unravel. The way she looked at me unsettled me. I'd beg for her to keep looking at me like that.

Ugh, she's annoying. Insufferable. Burdensome. I wanna kill her.

She coughs blood whenever we walk more than five kilometers in one go. She can't run. Can't swim. She gets a fever every two weeks. She faints all the time. She's really weak I don't even know why I'm keeping her with me. Maybe because I like pretty things. And she's pretty. Beautiful. So beautiful that I just wanna kiss her sometimes.

So, last week, I did.

It was an accident. I love accidents. Or maybe it wasn't an accident. Pretty sure it wasn't, no way it was. I don't repeat accidents; I learn from them. And last week, I kept repeating the 'accident'. And I've learned nothing from it.

We were in the Fatui headquarters, her in my room, and I was just back from a mission from the Balladeer. He’d seen her, and never understood why I'm so stubborn as to keep her by my side. I question the same thing, and that's why his queries are never met with a clear answer. I want Anastasia by my side, end of question.

Scaramouche, my father, scoffed at me. Stella, my sister, rolled her eyes. The Tsaritsa looked at me, half disappointed, half intrigued. Arlecchino and Sandrone just didn't care. Pierro narrowed her eyes. Pantalone forgot where he put his glasses. I couldn't understand Columbina’s gaze. I couldn't see The Capitano’s face. Pulcinella just looked at me, then Anastasia, and walked away. Tartaglia laughed. La Signora laughed even harder.

I would do all of the things aforementioned to myself too.

And so after all of that, I approached her. She was beautiful, and frail, like a porcelain doll. She heard my footsteps and turned to me. She smiled. A mistake. For it drew my attention to her lips. Her dry, chapped lips.

I got the urge to moisten it.

And so that's how I kissed her for the first time.

I could feel her sharply inhale a generous amount of oxygen from her nose, tensing up beneath my touch. But true to form, just as in every situation where I managed to surprise her, she quickly regained her composure. And so she didn't fight back. She allowed me to kiss her lips, so feverishly, to push her further until her back met the window frame. Let me put my hand behind her neck.

I pulled away, just to kiss her again. This time, she kissed me back. Tried to kiss me back. I almost laughed at her poor attempt. It was cute.

I relished it.

And I struggled to make sense of the situation, to decipher its meaning.

I still do.

"What are you doing?"

Now, back to the present, she's now sitting on the window frame. Like how she did last week. Of all the designer-made clothes and dresses I had purchased for her, all with perfect measurements, she chose to wear mine. A pair of jeans, and an oversized shirt. She's practically drowned in that shirt, it was ten times bigger than her. Her hair, just like when I first saw it in the abandoned house, was jet black. Before, it was shoulder length, but now, it has grown to her waist. Slightly wavy. Pretty.

I caress her hair absentmindedly.

"Nothing," she says, and she flashes me a smile. "I was doing something though."

"Care to share?"

"Mhm." She says it like a sing-song. Melodious. I like it. "I was waiting for you, that's all."

I join her, sitting on the window frame. Studying her features. Beautiful.

"That's all?"

She nods. I take her hand. And she lets me. On this spring night, it was quite warm. I can feel her bones beneath her thin skin. I'm afraid I might crush them if I held it too tight. But I'm also afraid I might lose her if I didn't.

How should I hold her hand? Neither are good ideas. What is happening to me.

Dilemma. The realization mortifies me, and I immediately slap her hand away. Regret it in a second when I hear a small cry of pain from her.

"That's alright," she says, reassuring me. "You seem troubled."

You're troubling me, woman.

But I don't say what's on my mind. Instead, I shake my head. "I don't think I am. But you? Undoubtedly."

I'm met with confusion, and she asks me why I think that.

"Because don't you feel so useless? Empty? All you do is wait for me sitting silently and not doing anything until I arrive. When I do, all you do is just talk. You can't do anything without me, can you?"

She doesn't look offended. She just smiles into the distance. To the moon, perhaps. I wish I was the moon.

"You're right. I can't."

I look at Tasha’s profile. She's like a sculpture made by Aphrodite herself.

"And? Have you done anything to fix that?"

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't."

She's making me exasperated. I let her know of that. She smiles, sadly this time, her gaze isn't on the moon anymore. Now, is to the Snezhnaya cityscape beneath us.

Why won't she just look at me? I feel dumb for getting jealous of a mere cityscape.

"Is it the time? The time when you finally find me a burden to you? When you realize I'm just holding you back?"

Of course it is. It is always the time. She's a burden to me. She holds me back. I don't hide it from her, I let her know even.

"Yeah. You've been a burden to me. You've been holding me back since the day I found you, Anastasia."

Finally, she looks at me. I grow breathless. My heart is racing. I hate it. I've never wanted to tear out my heart so badly before.

"Then, should I leave?"

"Where?" I grit my teeth. Where does she think she can go? I wager my entire fortune that she'd die in her first kilometers from here. Or cough blood as she descended the stairs. And die as a fool.

"Somewhere."

How vague. She hasn't even decided where to go. She knows so little about this wretched world.

"Somewhere where I can ensure I'm nowhere to be found by you."

"No."

She looks at me, looking confused.

"Why not? You said I'm a burden."

"Did I ever say I would allow you to leave?"

Her breath catches. I lean in, furious, angry, sad.

"You're not allowed to leave. Ever. Understand, Anastasia?"

"Yes."

Her eyes reflect the moonlight and the stars and my whole world. I love her eyes. I love them even more when they gaze at me, and only me.

"Then... I'm sorry."

Yeah. Be sorry. Be so sorry to me. Cause she has no idea how much she has wronged me. How she's disrupted my mind and stirred my emotions, making it difficult for me to restrain myself from kissing her—

No. Don't look away. I'm terribly upset.

So I grab her chin and force her to look at me. Like this. This is better. She looks at me, bewildered, and I lean in closer.

Our breaths mingle.

Her hands on my arm and chest. I worry the fast tempo of my heartbeat would hurt her frail hand.

I look into her eyes.

And hers into mine.

"You're a burden. You hold me back. Never question that ever."

I whisper.

She ceases to breathe. She's holding her breath.

The blush on her cheeks says hello to mine.

"And I want you to hold me back more. Hold me back as much as you can. Be more of a burden. Cry, whine, fall ill, and scream. Do it. You're stuck with me until the day you die, and you have no other choice."

There. I've said it.

Her lips part.

"Makoto..."

My name. Coming out of her lips. Pure bliss.

"Yes." I pant, the feeling inside my chest suffocating me, something is punching my heart and I revel in every second of it. "Yes, I'm here. What do you need?"

She smiles and kisses me. And dear God, I don't object to this. I want nothing anymore.

A sinner just finds himself in heaven in this godforsaken world.

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what a plot. LMAO, im disappointed of myself

#OC x OC #genshin impact #genshin harbingers #pls read the tw #what is this #alice im borrowing your kid #stella is alice's OC guys #makoto and anastasia are mine #long story short makoto and stella are scaramouche's kids LMAO #omg should i introduce all of my ocs here #but i think ill be lazy to do it #should it tag this as #fluff #or #angst #i should tag this as #abomination #tw makoto #pastel writes

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