#the lightheartedness is much needed

[cohldhands]

i consistently mistake your avvie for neil gaimans and it always makes me do a double take

To be mistaken for Neil Gaiman is an honor. However, I’m sure some of my posts make this situation very interesting for you 🤣

#Thank you anon #you actually have no idea how much I needed a little laugh/ lightheartedness #anonymous #anon ask

[talesofesther]

first in my heart

Astarion Ancunin x Reader

Summary: Astarion hasn't seen his own face in 200 years and this bothers you deeply. You find a solution to finally show him how you see him, yet it leads to much more than simply that.

A/N: Gotta thank my sweet @iamnicodemus for encouraging me to write this. Undoubtedly one of the sweetest things I've ever written.

Word count: 4,7k

Masterlist

"I've never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red."

It was something that lurked in the corners of your mind, those words of his. No matter how many days passed, you couldn't shake them off. It saddened you deeply. Each new passing mention about the last two centuries of Astarion's life drove a knife into your heart and twisted bitterly.

To the naked eye, it was imperceptible, never there. Even now, as you sat around the warm bonfire, watching as the pale elf bickered halfheartedly with Gale, he seemed as ordinary as your group of misfits could be. His smile loose, adorning those sharp fangs you'd become quite familiar with; silver hair curling delicately around pointy ears; deep red eyes reflecting the fire embers with a unique shine whenever he'd steal glances at you. He was the embodiment of lightheartedness and witty remarks, eccentric, unbothered, and with a quick tongue for anything.

And yet, he wasn't, not always. You felt secretly privileged, in a way, to be able to see the real him—to be allowed to. To hold him close when he wakes up gasping for air he didn't quite need and with watery eyes in the dead of the night; to softly kiss each and every scar on his back, whispering promises of love where before he had only known pain; to remind him again and again of his worth.

Astarion had a side to him you were slowly uncovering; you think, that he himself is only now uncovering as well. Vulnerable and fragile, broken but not beyond repair, yearning to be cradled by gentle hands.

He deserves to be mended, you know it in your heart. To get back what was taken from him. And you wanted to help, if only a little.

Earlier today as you ventured through Baldur's Gate, you stumbled upon a discarded sketchbook. It was a little dirty and a little worn, but it was still very much usable. Amidst your—many—questionably valuable loot, you knew you had a few good pencils to spare too.

It's been long since you picked up some paper and let your mind run free—before your whole adventure, to be precise. Maybe you'd be a little rusty around the edges and it would take a few tries to get him close to perfect, but you had time; or, you'd make time. He deserved as much.

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The lines that made him him came almost like second nature to you, maybe because you'd traced those same features with your fingertips countless times before within these last weeks. Ever since he admitted he'd fallen for you beyond his plans of seducing you, things had been easier, lighter. He allowed himself to be cherished and you were more than happy to do so.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you created curly strands of his hair with your pencil. Delicate and precise, even for the mess that was his curls.

The sky bathed in shades of orange, pink, and baby blue as the sun lowered in the distance. The camp was as lively as it usually was during the evenings. Karlach was playing fetch with Scratch and the Owlbear cub, the latter who was mostly just running around aimlessly. Gale and Wyll were hunched over the fire doing something you could only hope wouldn't end in mild disaster. Lae'zel sharpened her blades, a scratching sound piercing your ears from afar. Shadowheart looked to be in deep conversation with Astarion, to which the vampire gestured wildly as he apparently tried to make a point.

You never expected that your unfortunate encounter with a mind flayer would give you a makeshift family, but you were thankful that it did. For better or worse, you were all in this together, and that was comfort and motivation enough.

With the strangely soothing sounds of laughter and bickering, you turned your attention back to your sketchbook. Going back one page, you had already finished a rough sketch of Astarion's profile, focused on the contrast of his sharp nose and soft curls. Now, on the next page, you were working on a more elaborate portrayal of his features, depicting a look he often wore when you sauntered over to him; the faint smile on his lips that had grown all the softer ever since you first met; the gentle tilt of his head as his eyebrows scrunched expectantly; the sharp and alluring eyes who could pierce into your soul.

"What are you up to, my sweet?"

The sudden honey-coated voice startled you, you jumped slightly on your seat and hastily covered the pages on your lap with your forearms.

The elf himself stood only a few feet in front of you, his lips pursed and an eyebrow raised in curiosity as he tried to peek past your arms.

You chuckled timidly, "Nothing, I was just- just resting a bit." Shrugging nonchalantly as you smiled.

Astarion narrowed his eyes at you but didn't push it, he never did. "Gale is trying to make us something to eat with what he got from the vendors today," he gestured behind himself and to the fire where Gale stood in front of, "I wouldn't be the first to try it out if I were you but I'm dying to know everyone's opinion on it." A sly smirk got his fangs poking out, "bonus points if someone vomits it out."

You shot him an amused look, biting back a laugh. You never quite got why he had this little rivalry with Gale—besides the fact he wasn't overly fond of Gale's flirting attempts with you in the beginning, but that had long since subsided. To be honest, you think it's more routine than anything else at this point, for show and amusement; a friendly rivalry.

Slightly cold fingertips caught hold of your chin when you didn't answer, his thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth as Astarion held you. "Do join me, will you?"

The smile you still wore shifted into something sweeter, reserved only for him. And you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes momentarily. "I will… in a moment."

Astarion blinked at your briefly evasive answer, but nodded anyway, "I'll… be waiting."

He walked away, slow steps taking him towards the commotion around the campfire. You felt a little bad for denying him company right away, but it was for a good cause, you had to follow your streak of inspiration if you wanted to finish the drawing to the best of your abilities.

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Dinner proved to be pleasant, tasty even, for Gale's culinary standards. This time of day had to be one of your favorites, with everyone sitting together around the fire at night and forgetting about life's misfortunes for a moment.

You sat by a rock, leaning your back against it as your shoulders shook with laughter at one of Halsin's stories. Astarion had plopped down by your side not long ago, the weight of his shoulder resting against yours as comforting as it always was. He took just a while longer to take your hand in his tonight, cold fingers hooking around yours and squeezing as he brought your joined hands to rest on his thigh.

Everything felt so new, you thought of yourself as a giddy teenager sometimes; heart fluttering with each lingering touch and stolen glance. For most of the time, you let Astarion set the pace of things, giving him the freedom to choose to be by your side. And there wasn't a time when he chose not to be.

He played with your fingers, palm to palm as if to compare sizes, alluring red eyes focused solely on where you touched. Innocent, boyish even. It was new for him too, you thought, perhaps much more than it would ever be to you.

And then your mind drifted back to the gift you had been steadily creating for him, excitement twirling in your stomach. You leaned closer, lips brushing the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder, "I'm gonna head to my tent for a bit, got a few things to organize. I'll find you later, yeah?"

A low hum fell past Astarion's lips, his eyes flicked to you, all big and vulnerable. "Oh, alright," his voice quiet and sweet.

You smiled, squeezed his hand, and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips. His eyes never left you as you walked away.

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It had never been on his plans, falling for you. It wasn't even something he considered would happen when he first started to slip a few honeyed words your way. But then you threw his heart off course with your tender touches and whispers of comfort, leaving telltales of your warmth all over his cold body. And he was a goner.

The last time Astarion dared to care about someone, he endured a year of punishment locked away, alone, starving, and crying for help that wouldn't come. There had been a fear, clawing at the back of his mind as he watched himself crumble for you; a fear that this would end much the same.

When he finally bared his heart for you—shaking like a leaf with the proverbial organ stretched out in his hands—he expected you to deny him, scream at him, maybe even send him away.

You didn't.

You said you cared for him. You hugged him.

There was no one else in the world like you, he decided.

Three dangerous words lingered on Astarion's tongue each time he woke up to your sleeping form beside him. For the time being, he settled for kissing the shape of them into your skin, over and over, until maybe one day you figured it out.

He scoffed at himself, finally tearing his gaze away from where you sat on the other side of the camp. If his much younger self saw him now, he'd probably be laughing. Or he'd be very envious. No in-between.

Stars danced in the night sky, alongside a half-moon dusted with faint clouds. It was late, most of the group had already turned in for the night, with Karlach keeping watch, as much to her dismay, it was her turn.

Astarion ran his tongue over his fangs, grip tightening on the book he had in his hands. He'd been trying to read the same page for minutes now.

There was no one else in the world like you. He wondered when you'd realize that. When you'd realize that you were infinitely too good for the likes of him.

With a shiver running down his spine, Astarion worried that you might have started to.

It's been a few days now that you've been… distant; tucked away in your tent whenever you settled camp, not sparing him much time of day, at least not nearly as much as you used to.

With an annoyed click of his tongue, as he closed his book, Astarion realized he missed you, even with you sleeping side by side each night. How needy of him.

But he missed your mindless talks by the fire as everyone settled in for the night; he missed your walks through town just before sunset or sunrise; he missed the causality, the simplicity of calling you his. He'd gotten used to the sweet routine quite quickly.

The thought that you might already be growing tired of him made his dead heart clench agonizingly inside his chest. He glanced back at you, hunched over your makeshift desk as you scribbled something down in a book, Scratch lying by your feet. That is a kind of pain he wasn't sure he could endure.

Perhaps against his better judgment, his feet carried him to you anyway; yet he hesitated, words heavy on his tongue. Astarion stood awkwardly behind you, fidgeting with the edges of his shirt and praying that anyone who might still be awake wouldn't look this way. Scratch raised his head when the elf approached, a whine coming from him as his head tilted from side to side as if he wanted to ask what was wrong. Seems even the dog pities his predicament.

Old habits die hard and Astarion couldn't help but assume the worst, every time. He doesn't know how to be with someone, doesn't know the first thing about being in a relationship—was that what you two had? It's not like you ever labeled it. Maybe he did something wrong, and that's why you've been limiting your time with him.

"Astarion?"

With several blinks, his eyes focused again, only to see you regarding him with a frown, hand resting atop the closed book you had been writing in. Now your head was the one tilting inquisitively.

"Is everything okay?"

Still, your voice would always be sweetest to his ears.

Astarion shook his head softly to clear the fog his insecurities had brought and plastered a smile on his lips. "Of course, my darling," he approached, extending a hand to your sitting form and twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers, "I just think you should be getting your beauty sleep by now. Come warm up my bed, won't you?"

The faint blush that dusted your cheeks whenever he sweet-talked you would never cease to endear him. "We can read that book you're so fond of if you don't want to sleep, the cheesy romance one," Astarion purred, his pointer finger tracing the edges of your jaw.

You turned your head, planting a small kiss on his palm. "I'll be going soon, just want to finish something first. You can read without me, I don't mind."

But how could he ever tell you, that the words looked blurry and tangled without you by his side?

Longer than an hour had gone by when you finally decided to come to his tent. The night was mostly quiet, eery, with only the sounds of crickets, frogs, and the crackling of the dying fire. Astarion lay on his side, back turned towards the tent's opening. He didn't need sleep, not really, some meditation here and there would usually be enough to keep his energy up. But it was a habit he'd picked up when you started sleeping together through the night.

He wasn't asleep tonight, however. He heard your footsteps approaching him, quiet and cautious so as to not disturb him. He felt you lying down beside him, ever so slowly.

Astarion closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold himself back and failing miserably. One taste of your affection had been enough to get him hopelessly addicted.

He turned, shuffling closer and curling his body around you. His arm went over your stomach and tugged lightly, like a kitten asking for attention. You didn't say anything as you closed your arms around him, your lips finding the bridge of his nose and then his forehead. Words were futile when actions spoke the loudest.

Your gentle touches, the way you hold him without malice, he could hardly get enough of it. Your arms wrapped around him and your lips grazed his skin with lingering kisses, and it didn't hurt, it didn't burn or make him feel sick. You were the first one to ever do it, to hold him without hurting him.

Astarion nuzzled your neck, burying himself in the feeling, gladly drowning in it as he drank every last drop. Tears prickled his eyes, they usually did on nights like these and he's never quite sure why. Maybe it's because of the way your fingers gently tangled in his hair yet didn't tug or scrape; maybe it's the way you tighten your hold on him as if trying to mend his fragile heart; maybe it's because of how much he longed for someone like you to come and save him, on nights where all he knew were pain and unwelcomed caresses that scarred his skin more than any blade ever could.

And now, he wanted to lose himself in the comfort he found, that you so generously provided. His fingers closed forcefully on the fabric of your shirt, nearly ripping it, afraid you'd leave if he held you any looser. The fear of waking up alone and finding out that he'd lost you was all too consuming, tugging at his heartstrings.

He closed his eyes and rogue tears dampened the collar of your shirt. It was okay, it would be dry come morning, you wouldn't know. You were warm, you chased away everything that haunted him.

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You stared at it intently. You have been staring at it for a while now, teeth chewing at the inside of your cheek in nervousness and anticipation. You checked it once, twice, turning the pages with careful fingers. The sketchbook wasn't filled, it would take too long to do so, but at least half of the pages inside it held some kind of scribble. Art pieces of various styles and levels of progression, some much more detailed than others, some mere hasty lines put together to paint a dear image you wanted to keep for a while longer. All of them of him. A book filled with the pointy ears and pale hair you adored so much.

You could only hope he would adore it just as much.

It was early in the morning and the day had yet to properly start. Most of your companions were still tucked away in their tents, some huddled around the burned logs of the fire from last night, coffee mugs in their hands and a sleepy look on their faces. You were never much of an early bird yourself, but today you made a point of rising before Astarion—you were lucky he'd picked back up the habit of sleeping and wasn't much of an early bird himself.

Hugging the sketchbook to your chest, you padded back to the warmth of his tent. As you opened the flaps, you were greeted with the sight of soft slivers of sunlight coming through the thinner part of the tent's fabric, they glimmered over Astarion's laying form, kissing his pale skin and making it shine.

You could easily get used to it; waking up to him, watching as the early morning rays painted his features golden, small wisps of dust flying in the air only giving him that bit more magical touch.

Astarion had his back to you, so you quietly kneeled beside him, extending a hand to run through his mess of curls; oh how soft they were, molding in between your fingers like seafoam on the shore. You counted yourself remarkably privileged.

You placed the sketchbook behind you so you could lie down, only keeping yourself up on one elbow. Your lips found his temple and the elf lightly stirred in his sleep. You kissed the tip of his ear next, waking him up gently. Always gently. He deserves gentleness.

With a hoarse groan, Astarion turned around to face you. He blinked several times as his ruby eyes adjusted to the soft sunlight, his face adorably scrunched from sleep. An easy, small smile appeared on his lips as soon as his gaze landed on you.

You weren't an early bird, yet you came to love the mornings, if only for this sight alone.

"Good morning, my star," you said quietly so as to not disturb the peace of the moment, still twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers.

He chuckled, "Good morning, beautiful." His voice all husky and deep, one hand finding your waist and trailing all the way up to your neck to pull you closer.

You kissed the corner of his lips and then the apple of his cheek, and Astarion's hold on you only grew tighter, pulling you on top of him. A welp escaped you as you laughed, nuzzling his neck before baring your teeth and giving him a playful nibble.

"Ow, you menace!" The vampire gasped halfheartedly, holding back a grin.

You pulled back from him with the ghost of a smile, bracing yourself on his chest. "I've got something to tell you."

His expression shifted to something you couldn't quite decipher, but he quickly masked it with a teasing tilt of his brows; "Oh? Are you gonna confess your undying love for me?" Both his hands brushed along the sides of your waist, gingerly raising your shirt as his pinkie grazed your skin.

"I thought we'd gone over that part already?" You teased back with a glint in your eyes, pushing yourself back up to sit beside him.

A whimper of complaint escaped Astarion when you separated, but he sat up with you anyway; his hair askew and all over the place, cheeks with the faintest flush to them, eyes just a little droopy, and… a strange stiffness to his shoulders. "What is it, my love?" He wondered, scrunching his nose endearingly when a piece of lint grazed it.

You squirmed in your seat; heart burning hotter than Karlach's in your chest, valves working overtime as the connection you shared enveloped you whole. You haven't actually told him how much you loved him, the four-lettered word hadn't been brought up yet, mostly for fear of the weight it held. But you wanted to, you've been feeling it for a while now.

"Well? Don't leave me in suspense," Astarion chuckled, but the sound didn't feel quite right to your ears, his smile wasn't reaching his eyes. And as you looked at him—one of his hands gripping tightly onto the fabric of his bedroll while the other tapped his knee incessantly; the ruby of his eyes almost nonexistent, covered by shiny black pupils as he looked intently at you, gaze filled with sentiment and vulnerability—you could notice it there now, that lingering fear of solitude gripping at his chest.

For a moment, you berated yourself, for you knew you'd spent quite some time on your little project, and maybe it had affected your routine more than you cared to admit. You felt a nagging guilt and sorrow for making Astarion even consider the possibility of loneliness again.

You tried shrugging it off. It would be worth it—and you'd be showering him with love and affection in just a moment anyway.

"I made something for you." The words rolled off your tongue more easily than you thought they would. You reached behind you with unsteady hands, heart in your mouth as you held onto your breath.

Astarion stared intently at the black sketchbook that was now clasped between your hands. He looked up at you, and back down, lips pursed in confusion.

"Ever since you told me… you haven't seen yourself in so long," you started, voice gentle as your thumbs traced the leather cover of the book. "And asked me how I saw you. I- I kept thinking about it and… when I found this," you wiggled the sketchbook in the air, "I guess I found a way of showing you…"

You extended the book for him to take, lowering your voice to a near whisper; "how I see you."

A short, trembled gush of air went past Astarion's lips. It was a difficult task to get him speechless, yet you had done it. He said nothing as he ever so carefully took the book from your hands, holding it as if the smallest wrong move could break it.

You watched as his throat worked through a heavy gulp, his eyes shining bright under the faint sunlight, swimming in a pool of sentiment and he hadn't even opened the book yet. Or properly looked at it, for that matter; his eyes still trailed on your face, as if waiting for confirmation that you meant it. Only when you gave him a tiny nod, did he finally look down. It hit you hard that this was probably the first gesture of this kind that he had received in his long life.

Shaky, pale hands reached to turn the first page. He hesitated for only a moment, almost looking afraid. About to see himself after 200 years of living as a ghost.

The first drawing you had made in the book wasn't your best, now that you looked down at it again; a simple portrait of Astarion looking down at a book in his hands, a little rough around the edges, hardly detailed. It had been your first try after not drawing for quite some time.

A beat passed, and a drop of water landed on the bottom corner of the page. You whipped your head up, only to see rogue tears steadily dripping down Astarion's cheeks until they reached his chin and fell on his lap. He cried silently, barely moving; the only signs being the obvious tears and the quivering of his lower lip.

He turned each page as if they were made from the purest gold. Stopping at every single drawing of him, to take it all in. He traced his fingertips over the lines that formed the curves of his curls, the tips of his ears, and the slope of his nose and lips.

People had referred to him as many things already; sexy, alluring, charming, attractive. Never had any of them referred to him as something… precious, delicate, bewitching, more than just a pretty face. Yet that's exactly how he saw himself now, through your eyes.

Astarion took his time, never speaking once. You let him, making yourself comfortable beside him and laying your head on his shoulder, simply existing in each other's presence.

Several minutes had gone by when the elf finally spoke up again. He was finally on the last used page of the book, and when the next appeared in white he slowly closed the book, still grasping onto it reverently. "For a moment I- I thought you'd grown tired of me already," it was the first thing he told you, and he refused to meet your eyes. A humorless chuckle fell past his lips, trying to laugh off his feelings.

You raised your head from his shoulder, lifting a hand to tenderly brush long strands of silver hair behind his ear; as you did so, you allowed your fingers to travel further, burying in the mop of hair behind his head. "Never. Never in a million years," you whispered.

Astarion met your gaze at last, ruby eyes glimmering with unshed tears while dried tracks of the ones before still lingered on his cheeks. This was the real Astarion; fragile, vulnerable, pleading for a gentle love, yet so beautifully strong.

"I'm sorry, my star. For allowing that thought to plague you. I just wanted this to be a surprise." You leaned forward and touched your forehead with his for a brief moment, hoping to bend the rules and physically give him your love.

"You made this," Astarion's voice broke in the middle, yet his smile was the most sincere you'd ever witnessed, "For me."

Catching a single tear that rolled down his cheek, you nodded, with a smile of your own.

There was a beat, a moment of silence where you simply looked at each other, wondering if the other felt just as much. And you didn't need a tadpole connection to confirm it.

Astarion set the sketchbook aside before all but throwing himself at you. Both his arms encircled your waist with desperation as he buried his head in your neck. His lips drew sloppy patterns and raised goosebumps in your skin as he kissed you relentlessly, from shoulder, to neck, to jaw; until he finally reached your own lips.

You brought your arms around him, pulling him in until your very souls were intertwined. Giggles escaped your lips as he kissed you, the shape of both your smiles making it difficult and all the more delightful.

When you parted, Astarion had you pinned down on his bedroll, with him resting snuggly on top of you. He refused to let go, clingy as he'd never dreamt he'd be. Your hand buried in his hair, his nose brushed the skin of your collar bone. "I had asked the gods for salvation, for any kind of blessing, countless times before. I could never guess it would come in the shape of you." He breathed in. He didn't hesitate. "Thank you. I love you."

You felt his smile. Felt the shape of his words on your skin, your soul. You kissed his hairline. "And I love you."

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[jennifer-jeong]

[Fluff + Mild Angst] [JJK Men x Reader] What Made Them Fall For You?

Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru

CONTENT

Headcanons on what makes the JJK pookies fall for you <3 NOT SPOILER FREE (includes manga and anime spoilers), fluff, gender neutral reader, men falling for reader, reader is a sorcerer, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTES

YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TIME IT ISSS Yes I’m back with this prompt because I love it so much and it basically summarizes my little daydream storylines I have in my mind about each character. Also note that I’m not caught up on the manga (but I do know all the spoilers hehe) so I apologize if any of this is inaccurate! (Yes I believe Gojo’s coming back so please pretend like the angst in his part isn’t alluding to his death being permanent. His body was successfully recovered and I’m coping with that fact)

ITADORI YUJI

I think Yuji would start to fall for you because when you first learned about Sukuna and Yuji being his vessel, you swore right then and there that you’d beat Sukuna’s ass and save Yuji. He was shocked at first because while that is the plan, no one had ever said it out loud to him like you did, and no one specifically ever said “I’ll save you.” He didn’t take it in a romantic sense but ever since you said it, he’s been getting closer and closer with you. You two always have a great time together and Sukuna never fails to make Yuji flustered by popping out and saying some random vulgar or violent jumble of words.

Yuji enjoys the lightheartedness you bring into his life, it’s refreshing like a spring breeze. It’s been much needed in his life recently and he appreciates your unplanned but good timing. He doesn’t like to worry people with his emotions because he’s such a genuine ray of sunshine. But, he will tell you about them when he finally breaks from time to time because he knows you’ll coax it out of him anyways. He tells you about his childhood and his grandpa and it breaks your heart that he sounds so content with his simple life despite barely having anyone close to him. You tell him that he’s so loved by everyone around him and he thanks you. It’s just that his death is constantly looming over his head and he has no idea what’s in store for him or his new loved ones. He wants to save everyone so badly and sometimes forgets about himself. That’s why he’ll never forget your promise to save him. He trusts that if he loses himself in some sort of sacrifice, that you’ll somehow rescue him. And that’s also why he’ll never break his silent promise to protect you for as long as he lives.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

I think Megumi would start to fall for you because of the care you put into everything you do, especially in how you treat others. You never fail to notice and treat your allies' wounds, even when they’re convincingly pretending like they’re fine. You always prioritize civilians during missions. You haven’t missed how his shikigami all have different personalities and different places they like to be pet. And you never miss it if Megumi’s feeling upset, you can somehow just tell by looking at him, even when others think he just looks mad like usual. Megumi knows your care for the little things is just how you express your desire to help others. The two of you mirror each other in that way. Megumi is the epitome of sacrificing oneself to protect their allies and it makes him smile when you mention that to him because he knows you’re exactly like him in that sense.

Megumi feels so relaxed around you because you just seem to understand him without needing him to explain. He’s gotten used to bottling everything up since he was young. He’s been forced to be an adult since he was a kid, understanding things that children shouldn’t even know about. It’s made his life feel cold, devoid of the warmth a child typically receives in their youth. He’s felt betrayed by all parental figures, his dad, his mom, and his step-mom. Even though Satoru tried his best and Megumi appreciates him, he couldn’t fully repair what he didn’t break. Megumi only really had his sister Tsumiki, but now even she’s unreachable and cursed. His life has warmed up slightly as he’s got found family now, but it’s really only you that makes the burning sun shine like it should in his life. As a sorcerer, he’s always worried that more lives will be taken from around him, especially yours. But he likes to joke and think that with the two of you constantly sacrificing yourselves for the other and getting stronger, you might just be okay.

GOJO SATORU

I think Satoru would start to fall for you because you don’t treat him like “the strongest,” you treat him like he’s human, like he’s just Satoru. Satoru has always faked a smile and you’ve always been able to figure him out. He’s been through so much and always struggled to make meaningful connections because of his powers. His family putting immense pressure on him as a child definitely didn’t help his emotional state either. He’s been so lonely his whole life and just as he starts to create a found family with his friends, he loses them. He doesn’t know what to do other than smile to make sure that those that are still alive don’t worry about him. But you see straight through him, you always have, and it comforts him. You’re the same age as him so you’ve been through it all with him since he started at jujutsu high. He started to fall for you at the start because even before all the additional trauma, you already wiggled your way past his emotional walls. He was always clearly too excited to see his friends, had so much love to give, and hated being alone. You thought it was obvious that he was hiding something and you approached him, asking if he was ok and if he wanted to talk about it. At first, he just laughed it off but as the months passed and your friendship grew, the more and more comfortable he was with telling you about his struggles.

Even now, you’re the only person he confides in about everything. You’ve always helped him back onto his feet after the world knocks him down. He might be the strongest sorcerer in the world, or maybe ever. But in his world, he’s never actually been stronger than you, you’re always the one helping him up anyways. He loves that you don’t treat him like most do. You’ve never catered to him or let up on lecturing him just because he’s strong. Additionally, you also never failed to make sure he felt loved, because you always knew that he was still just a kid on the inside that was forced to grow up too fast. Satoru fell for you willingly but has held off on confessing to you because he’s too scared to indulge himself while there’s still danger in the world. He wants to make the world safer for you, whether he’s there to see it with you or not. But he’s pretty sure he will, he is “the strongest” after all.

Thank you for reading!

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[maikirumoo]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three

chapter four | suede. stalking. silly.

his pov;

"Your wanted poster."

Those three words settled in my mind as I stared at the distraught girl in front of me, watching as she fumbled with her hands, a nervous exterior brushing over her. She seemed to be so horrified with the fact that I was once a pirate sought after by thousands- wanted dead or alive, though much preferred dead. Many still wanted me dead but due to my brilliant idea of hiding out here, the chance of anyone getting my bounty was thin. I, however, didn't see it being as much of a big deal as she deemed it so. The real issue I found was tucked away in one of the books within the nightstand which I was so fucking thankful she didn't find. I'd rather her not have been looking around but if she were to find one of the two? I was glad she found the poster.

I tossed another slice of apple into my mouth then set the knife down on the cutting board. I approached Y/N but instantly halted when I noticed how nervous and uneasy she was. "What's wrong?"

"H-How many people did you kill?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Does that really matter?" I asked, waving my hands up in the air to hopefully exaggerate my point. "It was almost a year ago."

"That doesn't change the fact that it happened!"

"I know, I know." Despite her discomfort, I took a seat next to her anyway. She tightened her arms around herself, almost to make sure there was as much distance between us without her actually moving. Clenching my jaw, I patted my hands upon my thighs. "I know it's a terrible thing, and there's nothing I can do to change that. It's in the past and if I could go back and alter things, I would. Being a pirate was all I knew. My old friend was one, too. Then we separated onto different things and-"

"Did he kill people?"

"Lots of pirates kill people. It's part of the hype, ya know? It's very unlikely to raid another ship without there being any casualties. But I stopped because I got tired of it. I wanted something more."

"It's a pretty big bounty. I mean- come on, fifteen million berries?"

"Don't think about turning me in now," I chuckled, wanting to add a bit of lightheartedness to this unfortunate predicament.

"I'm not like that. I know I'm in need of money but-"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N, come on. Give me some slack."

"Well, why exactly did you stop? Did you lose the thrill of stealing from others? O-Or did you get bored of killing innocent people?"

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "We've all done some shit we're ashamed of. We're humans. I did a lot of fucked up shit," I said as I pointed at myself. "But I changed that. I moved and let all that go. I left my crew, made someone else the captain, and abandoned ship. I left all of that shit behind and came here."

"But why?"

"If I say this, I'll probably make things worse but I don't want to lie anymore," I said as I laid back, folding my hands over my chest. I stared up at the ceiling. "You've obviously heard of the One Piece, right?"

"Of course."

"Well, I was one of those pirates absolutely obsessed with finding it. Fuck, I even dreamt about it. It was the only thing I truly desired in life. It was the only thing I thought about. Not riches, women, alcohol- just the One Piece. I was making somewhat decent progress but then I heard that a group of Straw Hats-" I grimaced at the thought. "-made off with the map which they stole from one of the Marine bases. I happened to track them down and I managed to steal the map from some kid named Monkey D. Luffy. But all good things must come to an end and I lost it. I was back to square one. And then I discovered his bounty was thirty million berries." I frowned then sat up, turning to face Y/N. "Can you believe that? Some newby pirate-wannabe received a bounty double my own! Seeing that brought me back to reality. So I dropped everything then came here."

"All because of him?"

I nodded my head. Just the thought of that kid irked me. There was no one, other than Shanks, who I despised more than my own self.

"So, yeah, I know what I did was fucked up. But there's a reason I'm here now. There's a reason I've given you so much. It's because I want to be a better person, maybe redeem myself for what I've done. And I can do that by helping you, by making your life a little less miserable."

"Do you pity me?" The girl asked, finally meeting my gaze.

"What?" I laughed, almost obnoxiously. "Of course not. If anything, I envy you."

"Me?" Y/N pointed at herself. "You envy me?"

"You have no bad conscience. You've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to make up for. You have a clean slate."

She shrugged, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "Thank you."

"So, uh, do you hate me now?" I asked, forcing a frown to mimic a pouting child. She giggled at this and shook her head. I sighed in relief, wiping 'sweat' from my forehead. "Thank god. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you hated me."

"I knew you were a pirate but it's still shocking to learn about your past. It'll take me a bit to get used to it but I don't hate you."

"So, we're good?" I extended my hand.

"We're good." She shook it.

I felt as if a huge relief was lifted off my shoulders. And as long as she stayed out of the nightstand, there would be no more issues. But if I hid the book, then I would be even more safe. I pondered the possibilities before I watched as she rose from the confines of the bed and approached the counter. My eyes trailed down. The backs of her thighs were exposed and the shorts clung to her ass so divinely. I bit my lip and crossed my leg over my lap.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me," She mumbled as she started to chew on an apple, then began to cut into an orange. "I do have a question for you, though."

"Go ahead, shoot." As soon as she turned around, my eyes met hers and I smiled.

"Are devil fruits real? Or is that just an old tale? I've never seen one up close and I heard they cost a fortune, even for just one alone."

"They're real," I said with a small laugh. "I would know, I've eaten one."

Y/N nearly jumped before she darted over toward me, her hands grabbing at my shoulders. She still had a slice of half-chewed apple in her mouth which made her struggle to properly speak. "WHAT? You- NO! You didn't?!" She let go of my arms and instead planted her hands on my chest, shoving me back. I collapsed back against the bed, laughing. "You ate one?!"

"Years ago, when I was fifteen."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not. It was a mistake actually."

"What happened?"

I chuckled and pushed myself back up. "Give me an orange and I'll tell you."

If my reflexes weren't so quick, the fruit would've hit me in the face with how quick she threw it. But I caught it and began to pick apart the peel. "Easy, next time," I smirked and took a bite from it. "Well, when I was younger and was a pirate-in-training, the crew I was in raided this ginormous ship and hit the motherload. Not only gold and jewels and anything you could think of, but there was also a devil fruit. I found out how much they were worth and tried to steal it but I was caught in a predicament and I tried to hide it in my mouth."

"And?"

"I swallowed it whole."

She gasped, "And you're alive?"

"It doesn't kill you. It just takes your ability to swim when you're in the ocean, in salt water. It's like the sea turned its back on you."

"Did you get a power from it?"

I shrugged and winked at her, taking another bite. I licked the juices from my hand. "Guess."

"You can fly?"

"Ha! Nope."

"Read minds?"

"It's body-altering."

"Wait," The lovely maiden smirked, taking a seat on the bed. "Did it give you that red nose?" She snickered.

"Guess again," I said flatly, my expression turning cold as I stared at her. She gulped, clenching her jaw. I laughed and looked down at my lap, now using one hand to hold the orange. I continued to chew on it. But while she was distracted with her numerous attempts to guess what kind of body-altering power I had, I detached my left hand at the wrist. It floated behind the both of us and tapped on her right shoulder. Y/N jumped up, her head shooting to look at her side. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed together before she spotted my floating hand waving at her. She gasped and slapped it away. I broke out into a fit of laughter, my hand reconnecting to my wrist. "Impressive, huh?"

"You- what?" She was still flabbergasted.

"I ate the chop-chop fruit. It allows me to pretty much chop any part of my body. Like I can-" To avoid grossing her out, I chopped my left leg from my thigh instead of my head from my neck. She watched in amazement. I smiled at this. "I can disconnect anything from my body from my toes to my ears to my-"

"Even... ya know?"

I winked. "Oh, yeah. That, too."

"That's so cool. How come you haven't done it before around me?"

"I don't know. I just never found a reason to." Shrugging my shoulders, I allowed my leg to snap back. I continued to chew on the orange before finishing it and tossing the peel into a small bin to the left of the bedside table. Y/N finished hers as well. She wiped her hands down on her shirt.

"So, uh," I chewed on my bottom lip. "Do you think you and your mother will be okay?"

"Yeah. We fight all the time. Her drinking doesn't help."

I cringed. "Really?"

"Yeah, she's one of the reasons I hate it so much."

I pursed my lips and nodded my head. I knew I needed to cut back on it but it was something I've done for well over more than half my life. Though, I was destined to do it. Not only for myself, but for her, too. I'd do anything for Y/N. "So," I began, "what do you want to do today?"

"I need to go make up with my mother. That's a big to-do. I can't stand her ever being upset with me." The girl said as she stood up, slipping her shoes back onto her feet. "We can have dinner tonight if you want. Maybe you could meet her."

"Meet your mom?"

"Yeah, why not? She was wondering where all that money came from. She thought I stole it."

"Hell, I don't know. I'm not good with meeting new people."

"Will you, at least, consider it?"

"Sure," I smirked.

"Thank you." Y/N reached for the doorknob, giving it a strong and firm tug before it yanked open. A gush of cold wind washed over her, almost knocking her back. I tossed her my coat to which she whispered another 'thank you' then slipped it on. "I'll see you, Buggy."

"Bye," I murmured with a smile.

As soon as the door shut, I jumped down from the bed and pulled the drawer out from the nightstand, dropping it on the stone floor. I sorted through the numerous books and grabbed the novel I was so fucking thankful she didn't look through. As I opened the cover, the hollowed book had contents that almost spilled out. Papers among papers, among sketches fell out, wafting along the floor. Several notes about Y/N puddled on the floor. One, which was my favorite, was a letter I wrote to her- well, I refused to send it. If I sent it, any last fiber of my confidence would be crushed like a scrambled egg. My fingers lined the rigid edges as I unfolded it.

Messy paragraphs lined both the front and back of the page.

I smiled. How long ago did I write this? I haven't looked at it in so long. I usually added a sentence to it each time I saw Y/N, which is why it was so long. But I stopped pouring my thoughts and desires into it when I actually had the pleasure of speaking to her.

If she saw this, I would kill myself.

I'd purposely jump into the ocean with two anchors attached to my feet.

I looked over the first paragraph,

'I've never wanted something so badly in my life. To say I yearned for her would be a complete understatement. I longed for her, I yearned, I desired- In simple terms, I wanted her. I mean, how could I not? She was an angel. She was a siren. I would purposely listen to her enchanting song, allowing my boat to crash, just if it meant I could be graced by her presence, by her beauty. I was obsessed with her. If she found out my thoughts, my desires, she would never let herself be seen with me. I wouldn't blame her, though. I was obsessive. It was unhealthy, I knew that. But I didn't care. I wouldn't say I loved her because I didn't know what that felt like. I've never experienced it. But perhaps I did love her. I didn't know, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was the only treasure I wanted. Not the One Piece, no. Not even that could match up to her alluring person. If I had to travel every sea in order to find her, battle every sea snake in order to touch her, I would. I would in a heartbeat.'

I grimaced, cringing at what I was reading. Thank god, she didn't see this. I didn't even want to see this.

I tucked the papers back into the hollowed-out book, closing it. I slipped the other novels into the drawer then slid it into the nightstand. With the book of secrets, I needed to hide it somewhere she could never find it- where even I struggled to find it. I didn't want to throw it out for I would be completely discarding all of those moments we had together, although she couldn't reconcile them with me because at that time, I was nonexistent to her.

Maybe I could follow my own idea and form my own message in a bottle. I never mentioned her name, nor my own. To an outsider's perspective, it was anonymous.

I shook my head and slipped the book back into the bedside table. She wouldn't be back anytime soon so I had enough time to properly execute a fool-proof plan.

But right now?

I needed to go get another coat.

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her pov;

My mother and I resolved things, just like always. And when she caught wind of a pirate suddenly becoming very fond of me, she begged me to invite him over for dinner. I didn’t think that was the best of ideas. Going out to dinner? Sure! But to have him over? At our house? I cringed at the idea.

She fell ill months ago. Nothing too major, but ever since she’s gotten better, she despises leaving the house and even made me bring her bed downstairs so she could sleep next to the kitchen just in case she had a hankering for something to eat. It was ridiculous, I knew that. But I couldn’t just tell her no. She was my own mother. While I was old enough, I definitely wasn't going to willingly disobey her.

She persisted that I go and grab Buggy so we could have him over for dinner, while I insisted we all go out to eat. She hated the idea and told me that it was her house, her rules.

I grimaced at the thought.

Now, I was just outside Buggy's home, knocking on the stone door. I hoped he was home, though there was no possibility of me being able to ask him prior to my arrival. I knew he was busy. He was a very busy man. I was surprised he made time for me.

With another knock, another silence fell. I groaned and backed up.

My eyes trailing down, I stared at the doorknob and chewed on my bottom lip. He wouldn't care if I waited inside, right? We trusted each other. He knew where I lived and I knew where he lived. As far as I knew, he never crossed any of my boundaries and I definitely didn't cross any of his- well, except for maybe 'snooping' through his nightstand.

Without thinking too much more about it, I grabbed the rusted doorknob, gave it a firm twist, then shoved it open. I almost fell through the doorway.

I caught my balance and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Without the lantern being lit, it was rather dark, but the bright blue sky helped to illuminate the small room. He must've not been home since I left.

I looked around, admiring everything.

As I took a seat on the edge of the bed, I noticed a piece of paper laying on the floor. It wasn't there before.

I raised an eyebrow and reached to grab it but before I could, the door flung open, a certain blue-haired pirate standing in the entrance. When he noticed me, he smirked. I gulped.

"So, we're breaking and entering, are we?" The man grinned as he took a few paces forward.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, scratching the back of my neck. "I came over to ask you about dinner but you weren't here so I figured I would wait."

"No worries, I'm only teasing."

"So?" I folded my arms, leaning forwards.

"So what?" Buggy questioned as he slipped his coat off. Since when did he get a new coat? And why? I was only borrowing the one he lent me. I didn't plan on keeping it. But I guess now it was okay if I did.

"Dinner? Are you available?"

"Hmm, it depends. What time?"

"I don't know, sometime tonight? Only for two hours or so. My mother wanted to meet you. I told her about you."

"What did you tell her?"

"That you've been a friend of mine for a few weeks now and you've been fortunate enough to treat me and help me out," I said with a smile. "She thought you were my boyfriend." I chuckled.

"Heh, that's rich," Buggy said as he turned around to close the door.

"So? Can you?"

"I guess so. Just don't leave me alone with her. I really don't want to be bombarded with questions." The man said as he folded the jacket over his arm then slung it on the countertop. "Did you tell her about my nose?"

I laughed, confused. "No? Why would I?"

"It's my defining feature. It's hard not to notice it when you see me."

"I didn't tell her. I didn't think it was important. I even forget it's there."

The clown burst out in laughter, his eyes closing as he clutched his stomach and nearly fell back with his fit of giggles. I pursed my lips. "What's so funny?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"It's cute how you're trying to be nice to me. With a nose like mine, how can you forget it's there?" He replied while wiping a tear from his eye.

I felt flustered with the first part of his monologue but I ignored it and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just do. It's not all I see whenever I look at you, ya know. It's not my main focus point when we speak. I look at your eyes, not your nose."

"And yet again, you prove to me that you're different than others."

I smiled. "Hope that's a good thing."

Buggy smirked, winking his left eye. "Of course it is."

The pirated approached me before he knelt down and picked up the piece of paper. He examined it for a moment then laughed to himself. "Grocery list," He explained as he shoved the paper into his pocket.

I paid no attention to the paper. It wasn't any of my business. "Speaking of groceries, want to go help me get food for dinner?"

"What's on the menu?"

"No idea, but let's just grab something so she won't be bitching later."

"Guess I'll be needing this again," The blue-haired man said as he reached to grab his jacket. He slipped his arms through and adjusted the collar. "We match now."

"Mine's more vintage than yours." I winked.

"Oh, so it's yours now?"

"No?" I gulped.

Buggy giggled. "It is. I got my own now so no worries about giving it back. Unless you'd like to trade from time to time."

"No, I like this one."

The man looked at me, an eyebrow cocked upward.

I paid his look no attention and instead looked down at the tattered suede coat I wore. I inhaled softly. It smelled like him.

A soft odor mixed with whiskey, coconut, and cinnamon. And while I hated the stench of alcohol, it worked for him.

I couldn't imagine him without it.

#buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy x reader #captain buggy #one piece live action #buggy smut #buggy one piece #op buggy #buggy #x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece buggy #buggy opla

[tyxoxo]

RxLuSTx0_

pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut, cam couple!jeno/reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: pwp, degrading, erotic asphyxiation/breath play (choking, headlocks/chokeholds), facefucking/throat fucking, spitting, slapping, near unconsciousness, reader wears eyelash extensions (didn’t know if this needed to be mentioned but its necessary to the story trust me!!) 

a/n: horny JAIL!!

playlist: deftones - beware • she_skin - 55

“alright baby, tell ‘em what you told me earlier.” jeno’s words were sinfully sweet, filled with excitement to hear you voice your death wish to thousands of people. 

“i want you to go as hard as you can on me. don’t. hold. back…” you ended your request with a giggle, knowing the audience got a kick out of your boldness, which would only get stomped in the dirt by your boyfriend later. 

currently, the two of you were in your bedroom, only in your underwear: him on the ottoman at the end of the bed, and you sitting back on your heels in between his spread legs, both facing the camera. 

the stream had only started minutes prior. the first ten were usually spent sitting leisurely in front of the camera, drinking sips of water to hydrate for the scenes ahead. it was definitely unassuming at first, but once the comments started flooding in, any outsider would realize that this side of the internet was nothing but filth. 

you didn’t even have to look behind you to know that jeno sat there, eyeing all of the comments with a smug look of satisfaction, cock growing harder and harder by the second. even if there wasn’t a camera lens to glance at the top of the laptop, you would still be able to sense his anticipation. 

raddad234: can’t wait to see you destroy her pretty little mouth today _

vix3n11: what’s daddy have planned for his girl today? so happy to see you two after a long day of work - xoxo

those were just a few of the many subscribers tuning in for the night. just from the sight of your two faces alone, money started pouring in. 

01bbyGirl: just sent $50!!

prXncesS666: just sent $25!

“01bbyGirl, prXncesS666, we haven’t even gotten started yet! you’re too kind, thank you so much!!” you attached your hands to your mouth, followed by blowing a kiss to the screen.

jeno’s remained quiet, leaving you to do most of the “thank you’s” for any of the gifts or money sent, as you were more eloquent with your gratitude. truthfully, his job of looking delectable for the camera was more than good enough, and you always made an effort to mention that to him. 

he continued to caress your shoulders, slender fingertips tapping along your curved skin ever so often. 

“for those of you that just now logged in, i hope you all are having a good day/night, wherever you are. you haven’t missed anything, we’re just waiting on a few more people to join before we get started!” 

the viewers continued to rise with every blink: 

2,033

3,455

4,550

it was astonishing to say the least. every saturday, at 11pm you felt pampered. so many people—strangers who were obsessed with watching jeno manhandle you for however long he saw fit.

his stamina was never short of amazing, making you dazed, confused, cock drunk…whatever words described your undoing the best. 

“repeat it again baby…” jeno’s “strong but silent” façade was wearing thin as the stream progressed. as soon as the night of debauchery began, he would turn into a degrading machine. 

just as you set your bottle of water down from taking another sip, you smiled for the camera, eyes fluttering at the upcoming repeat of your death wish.

you looked back at jeno, who’s eyes had already transformed, pupils dilated to the size of a marble.

he smiled at your intentional doe-eyed expression, nodding his head to signal that you should and will repeat it.

“don’t take it back now.” he chuckled after, offering the right amount of lightheartedness. he nuzzled his face into your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the smoothness of your skin. he inhaled deeply, catching the scent of your pleasant perfume.

“i’m nottt. don’t worry…” you giggled, leaning into his feline embrace.

“i’m sure you guys can tell jeno’s excited. reiterating from earlier, i decided that i want him to go as hard as he can on me tonight. no holding back…”

jeno missed the comments that flashed by, as he was too absorbed in wrapping his arms around your neck, lips barely grazing across your warm cheeks.

uKKixo_9: are you sure can handle it babygirl?” 

osAkalov3r: woww, you’re such a perfect sub! ur gonna do great! i know you will!! 

the ability to read more of the comments were becoming increasingly difficult. it was evident from the fact jeno had strengthened his hold on your head and neck. 

he had only did a few chokeholds in the past, but this seemed different. 

he was hungry; starved to see you gasping for air at the very start.

the fluorescent colors of the vaporwave inspired chatroom began to melt in front of your very eyes, becoming blurry from his relentless affliction. you immediately brought your hands up to clasp onto his veiny arms, breaths getting hollow with every attempt to wiggle within his broad frame.

“you asked for this. let’s see how good you do.”

his tone had dropped an octave deeper, hitting against the vein that was now bulging from your temple. 

he had clearly done this on purpose, catching you off guard like this. you couldn’t even clear your throat, let alone speak. you attempted a shallow breath as he held you in place, saliva bubbling out past your trembling lips.  

“if you fucking pass out, i won’t get to use this throat now will i?” he spat against your ear, taking a peek at the chat. a devilish grin spread across his face, resonating through the laptop screen, completely high off of the comments plastering on the screen like bets. 

bets to see how long it would take for you to tap out.

you would go against all odds, no matter the sting, no matter the lack of oxygen. 

“you make me so fucking hard baby…mmh, all this cock is for you.” 

the ability to comprehend anything that came out of his mouth was nearly non-existent. you slammed your eyes shut, hoping to sacrifice your sight for the ability to hear, as the ringing got louder and louder.

as a result, you missed the chat,

1hEllygrrl0: i can’t help but touch myself, this is so hot

kInKstarxx77: you weren’t joking, jesus christ

you were sure your face was contorted into an unsightly expression from the pressure against your entire jaw, but the self-conscious thought didn’t matter. all that mattered was jeno’s love for seeing you struggle from his brute strength. 

just as you tried to hook your nails deeper into his arm and claw away at his taut skin, he released, arms flailing back, hitting against the arm rests of the velvet ottoman. 

you persevered through the burn surging from your trachea, making sure to keep your teary eyes glued to the screen. chest heaving, ragged breaths escaping from your glossy lips. 

now you understood the science behind being addicted to this; head spinning, ears blaring, skin tingling, heart racing. 

being on the brink of consciousness felt better than any runner’s high. more fulfilling than a wrestler on steroids. 

and you wanted more.

a single, heavy cough from deep within your chest was all that you were allowed to do. as jeno had already hooked a single arm around your neck, this time rising to his feet, and pulling you up to be face-to-face with his bulging cock. 

the viewers were no stranger to your boyfriend’s strength, especially the frequent donator’s. every now and then he would gift them with videos of him exercising at the gym, coming up close to his phone screen so people could see the sweat practically streaming down his chest and abdomen.

they all knew he could destroy you. 

the chat had an excellent view, now that jeno switched the position of the laptop so everything could be watched from the side. they all tuned in as jeno stood above you, running his fingers through his hair, before taking off his boxer briefs. you used that time to take as many deep breaths as you could, fearing that there wouldn’t be much opportunity left. 

his length stood loud and proud against his navel. his girth alone took up most of the view of his chiseled face as you panned your eyes upward.  

your star-crossed eyes still showed admiration behind the angst, waiting for his next command.

he was painfully hard, tip pink and leaking down the pulsing veins on his shaft. 

there was anything but self-control as he forced your head forward onto his groin, arousal immediately coating your eyelids, balls pressing against your closed mouth. fortunately you were still able to breathe through your nose, as you would grow accustomed to by the time this was over. 

he directed your head like a rag doll, smearing your face back and forth across his length.

“she’s gonna let me use this throat any way i want to…isn’t that right baby?”

all you could do was nod violently, not having the power to speak past his balls that were prodding at your lips.

your hands remained on your thighs, clawing at the skin to take your mind off of your own arousal, that was now leaking past your underwear. 

jeno peaked over at the laptop, smirking to himself at how pathetic you looked—being controlled like the useless slut you were always meant to be.

he found himself satisfied from that little show, knowing it was time to get down to the real art. 

with his left hand still locked onto the back of your head, he pulled you back, enough to give you whiplash from the sudden movement. 

“open up. tongue out.” 

those four words were all it took for you to obey, letting him guide his tip onto your drooling tongue. he didn’t bother starting off slow; all of the subtlety could be left to rot for all he cared.

he pushed past your lips, tip hitting your uvula in a single blink. you gagged instantly, heaving further onto his length. 

his let his head fall back, finding instant gratification in your supposed journey towards resilience.

what a sick joke, jeno thought, as he let out a sigh of relief. 

he kept you still for what felt like minutes, eventually using both of his hands to usher you closer to this bare groin.  

“be a good fuckdoll…show them you can take it.”

jeno was somewhat surprised you hadn’t tried to back away so soon, but considering the years of training that led up to this point, it had definitely paid off. 

though, he could tell when it became too much. the way you began to tap his thighs over and over, was a telltale sign that even your nose breathing didn’t offer invincibility to his wrath.

your taps had turned into slaps, somehow keeping a steady rhythm despite the world spinning around you.

he ignored you, just like you expected.

it felt too good to let you go, especially with the way your tongue spasmed along the underside of his shaft. 

you used all the strength you could muster, grasping his thighs and pushing your head back against his palms. 

mau5Queen: uh ohh, she’s in trouble now hehe!  

a coughing fit ensued as you successfully managed to release yourself. your hands remained on his toned thighs, head staring down at the floor where tiny little puddles of his essence had remained. 

he used his left hand to grip your chin, squishing your face together like putty. you held your breath as you met his eyes, brows furrowed in disappointment, lip upturned in a snarl.

the tears that stained your cheeks made a connection with his right palm, a single slap that was enough to make your head turn. 

“don’t try to run from me bitch. who said my cock could leave your mouth?” he growled, patience hanging by a thread that would soon snap into seething anger if you didn’t pull yourself together quick.

he grasped his dick once more, attempting to put himself back inside where he belonged.

you purposefully pursed your lips together with a shake of your head, preventing him entry…hoping he would slap you again.

he winded his hand up and brought it down on your cheek as you faced the laptop screen. giggling to the audience, and to your sadist boyfriend that your wish had been granted.

a scornful smile adorned his face, with only the nose-down of his figure being available to the camera, which made it all the more hotter. 

you kept your head facing the camera as he finally found himself inside, knowing he loved the sight of his dick poking through your cheek from this position. for once, he thrusted slowly, letting his cock slip out with a pop, occasionally directing his tip to rub against the corners of your mouth. 

you kept your hands locked behind your back to show obedience as he continued his playful actions like constant rewinds on a videotape. your saliva and his precum formed a delicious elixir, decorating your breasts in a lustrous shine.

“turn towards me, i wanna fuck this pretty little face…” he whispered into the cold air. you complied, opening your mouth wide. 

this was considered take 2 as he started up again. you made an effort to maintain eye contact this time, wanting to witness his looks of pleasure. 

he was unreal, managing to rough you up with so much finesse, keeping you hungry for more. 

the disgusting sounds of him fucking your throat not only filled the room, but the ears of all of your viewers. you wished to read more, but keeping your eyes locked on jeno was more rewarding. 

his mouth hung open, tongue darting out to lick along his upper lip every time you bobbed your head to match his momentum.

he reached one hand down to cup underneath your jaw and the other to rest on top of your head. this headlock was rare, only on the special occasions that he knew he would reserve all of his cum for just your mouth. 

your eyes started to burn as he used his middle finger to prop your eyelid up as high as it could go, the air from his thrusts brushing against your cornea. the most fucked out expression you could ever make, was there for all to see. wearing eyelash extensions was clearly a mistake, as you felt them detach one by one from his harsh pull on the delicate skin.

“look at you…so fucked up, just for me.” he choked up the words, feeling his orgasm approaching in the pit of his stomach. 

now you felt numb, not even realizing that your eyes had rolled back into your sockets. 

your chest had grown tight, body going slump from the spent ability to breathe in through your nose. your ears rang louder than ever before, a sign that this may be the last you would ever hear for a while. 

“i’m almost there, fuck!!” 

with one final thrust, jeno flooded your mouth with his cum, a string of groans overpowering the sounds of it bubbling inside your abused throat. spurts of milky white stirred you from the light that almost consumed you. 

“drown in my fucking cum…” 

he backed out in a flash, watching you stumble backwards onto the floor. 

your sprawled body was just out of view, leaving the chat to wonder if you really were unconscious. 

you weren’t, but lying there for a while sounded the most appealing.

prXncesS666: is she dead wtf? 

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//tagging: @glitchfiles @jasminexox5

lmk if you want a part 2 of aftercare/subspace, cuz this was pretty hardcore sksksk.

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[illyrian-dreamer]

Feel too much

Azriel x Reader one shot

“How much have you had to drink?” | “Let me take you home” | “I’ll be here when you wake up”

Summary: After being humiliated at a Night Court meeting, you drown you sorrows in a drink before sneaking off on your own. 

Azriel needs to make sure you’re safe.

Warnings: Alcohol/drugs (18+, minors DNI), mentions of death

Words: 3,611

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“She’s a bastard whore,” Keir spat. “Just like her mother.”

Shadows exploded around you. Azriel’s hands were around Keir’s neck in an instant, throwing the male against the marbled wall.

“I’ll kill you right here,” Azriel snarled, his first words of the entire meeting.

Keir did his best to conceal his shock, coughing and smiling at Azriel’s outburst as he tried to breath against the hand around his throat. “She a traitorous whore who can't be trusted. Her mother was the same, she ruined this court!”

Azriel pulled Keir back before shoving him against the wall again, the marble cracking under the force as Keir grunted in pain. Azriel’s growl rippled through the room as his shadows arched like arrows, daring Keir to say anything else.

Your face had dropped and your body sagged at what Keir had said – you were unable to hide just how much those words had struck home.

Rhys wore his mask of nonchalant indifference, a small smirk placed on his lips. “Hold back, Azriel. You’re damaging my home.” You knew it was only an act, Rhys playing the High Lord of the Night Court better than anyone could ever know. That didn't mean his lightheartedness didn’t hurt.

Azriel didn't break his stare at Keir, his teeth bared as he was forced to step down, likely buckling under Rhys’s power.

“Ah Keir,” Rhysand tutted. “When will you learn to keep that horrible trap of yours shut?”

Keir glowered, his lips pressed in a thin line, suppressing his urge to further disrespect the High lord before him.

“Dismissed,” Rhys said coldly, his eyes blackened with power.

You stood still, unmoving as members of the council winnowed out of the meeting room without so much as a goodbye.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breath. You were shocked, embarrassed and most of all, heartbroken. There was a feeling of wetness on your cheeks, and you raised shaking hands to touch them. Oh gods, you were crying.

A strong hand clasped your shoulder, shadows building around you, a blanket of privacy. You blinked up at Azriel who stared down at you, his hazel eyes glowing with rage from his confrontation.

“Let’s get out of here.”

You didn't have time to respond before the world folded before you, Azriel’s hold the only thing keeping you from breaking apart as you winnowed away.

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You sat in your room, staring out at the city of Velaris with a drink in your hand.

You had rejected the many attempts of your family to comfort you after the debacle that was today’s meeting.

Azriel had immediately tried to comfort you when you arrived back in Velaris, but you dismissed him, saying you needed some space. His brow had pulled and it took him a moment, but he let you go, nodding in understanding.

Rhys had come to apologise, reassuring you it was all an act and that Keir would pay for what he said. But you left the lock on your door, and your High Lord eventually gave up.

Mor had even tried to distract you with some friendly girl-chat, but that didn't last long, you were distracted, staring off into the distant, only offering polite nods while she chatted away. She had left you to your drink with a kiss on your forehead, cursing her father.

You were ashamed. It wasn't that Keir had insulted you – he had insulted your late mother. She was one of Rhys’s spies, and had given her life to save the Nigh Court. Wearing the mask the rest of the Inner Circle so often had to wear, she had played the enemy, convincing the court while ultimately saving their lives. She had died a hero, and while your family knew it, it broke you to hear her name tarnished and spat on by the rest of them.

You swirled the drink in your hand before forcing the rest of it down, the amber liquid burning your throat as you begged it to take away the pain inside you. It wasn't enough – Keir’s voice rang in your ears, his vicious words turning to a roar you couldn’t ignore. You clutched at your head, trying to shake away the pain.

You stood suddenly, your heart pounding in your chest, tears brimming yet again. She had sacrificed herself to save a revolting pig like him, and he would never even know it.

It was too much. You felt too much, hurt too much. You wanted to be sedated, numbed from within. Before you thought twice, you had winnowed from the House of Wind.

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Azriel looked at the clock, his hands laced in his lap, elbows resting on his knees. It was almost midnight. He had sworn to himself he would give you your space, but it was harder than he thought. You had looked so broken, so small after what Keir said at the meeting. An instinct had taken over when he saw your crumpled face.

He sat here now with his family as they discussed the result of the meeting. Surprisingly, Rhys hadn't given Azriel an earful for lashing out at Keir. Perhaps he understood the predatory instinct…

Mor, Cassian and Rhys were deep in conversation about politics of the council when the clock finally struck midnight. He had made it – the promise to himself to wait until midnight before checking in on you again. Azriel stood immediately, his family pausing their conversation and turning his way.

“Excuse me,” he murmured. “I’m going to check on Y/N.”

The others nodded, resuming their intense conversation, maps and notes sprawled across the table.

Azriel was soon at your door, his shadows desperate to seep through the cracks and find you. He kept them at bay, raising his hand and giving a gentle knock.

No answer.

Azriel tried again and waited. From the quiet of your room, he thought you might be asleep. He nodded to his shadows to check then, their darkness flowing beneath the hinged door to find you. They returned as quickly as they left.

“Gone,” they whispered to the Shadowsinger almost immediately.

Azriel’s cursed and turned the handle, surprised to find your door unlocked as it flew open. The fire had burned to an ember, and the ice in your glass by the window had melted. You had left, and you had been gone a while.

Rhys winnowed into your room, sensing the Shadowsinger’s distress. Mor and Cassian were close behind him.

“What is it?”

Azriel turned from the window, your glass still in his hand from inspecting it. “She’s gone.”

“Did someone take her?” Mor asked quickly.

“This house is warded,” Rhys said, reassuring his cousin. “She’s safe here.”

“Did she say she was going anywhere?” Cassian asked.

The rest of them shook their heads. “She wouldn’t speak to any of us,” Mor said quietly.

Azriel stared out at the window, his eyes narrowing as he did his best to guess where you were. The empty liquor bottle caught his eye, and he quickly put two and two together.

“She went to find more of this.” He held up the glass.

“We have plenty of liquor,” Mor countered.

“She went to find more alcohol, alone.” Azriel made his point.

“She was pretty upset,” Cassian agreed.

“Rightfully so,” Azriel grumbled, the rest of the group nodding in agreement.

“I’ll track her down,” Rhys said, his eyes glazing over as he tried to reach you mind to mind.

Azriel knew you better than the others, but even he couldn't say where you had gone for sure. This was so unlike you.

“I’ve found her,” Rhys announced, his eyes returning to their violet glow. “She’s in an altered state, it was hard to tell, but I’ve got a location.”

Azriel frowned. This was very unlike you. “Let’s go,” he said, unable to conceal his concern.

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The music was loud, you could feel the thump in the floor and in your bones. You hummed, the sensation a wonderful distraction from the turmoil in your heart.

You were so very drunk – blissfully so. You swayed with the other partygoers, pressed against strangers on the dance floor as you let the music consume you, finishing yet another drink. You didn't wan’t to feel, to remember. You were here to lose yourself, forget who you are and melt into the setting around you. You wished you could disappear altogether, even if it was just for tonight.

A male approached you then, his eyes raking over your body as you danced, your muscles loose and free, an obvious sign of intoxication.

“Pretty girl,” he approached you, holding out his hand. You grinned slugishly, taking the hand of the stranger and letting him spin you.

He charmed you for the next few minutes, introducing himself and flirting with you as he escorted you to his booth. You laughed at his jokes, allowing yourself to be absorbed by the exciting and new interaction. This male at least had no idea of your past, and no idea at how broken you were inside.

“I want another drink!” you announced suddenly, interrupting his sentence. The male grinned down at you, his smile turning feline.

“Perhaps I can offer you something else.”

You looked at him with raised brows, watching him pull out a pipe of mirthroot. “Care for a smoke, pretty girl?”

You blinked up at the male. “I’ve never–“

“Don’t worry your little head,” he smiled keenly. “I’ll show you.”

He placed the pipe to his own lips, drawing slowly as smoke churned from the other end. He inhaled deeply, swallowing the smoke before letting it flow from his nose, eyes quickly glazing with relaxed content.

You grinned. This was exactly what you needed.

You reached for the pipe, copying the male before you and drawing a long breath. It hit you instantly, the lazy fog, the filter between your mind and the harsh realities of the world. It was the bliss you needed. It felt so good not to care, not to grieve.

Where are you?

Someone was knocking on your mental shields. You ignored the voice, drawing another puff from the pipe.

Y/N, where are you? The voice was more urgent now. Rhys.

You frowned, annoyed by the disturbance. Could you not get some time alone? You slammed your walls up as best you could, drowning out his voice and continuing with your fun.

“How do you feel?” the male before you asked, his smile lazy as he raked his eyes over you.

Your expression matched his, and you heard yourself giggle. “Delightful, actually.”

The music at the bar increased in tempo, and you had the sudden urge to dance. You pushed off from the booth, grabbing his hand as you made your back to the dance floor.

You had no idea how much time had passed, it could have been seconds or hours, there was no way of telling. You danced to your hearts content, with and without the male. The world swirled around you, your body heavy and light all at once as you sank further into the bliss, shedding the thoughts and feelings that haunted you so persistently.

That was, until you saw the peaks of Illyrian wings over the crowd by the bar entrance.

Crap.

It didn’t matter which one of them it was, you knew they were here to ruin your fun.

You ducked your head, doing your best to stealthily weave through the crowd to the far end of the bar. It was your altered state that convinced you you could escape unseen.

You had just finished apologising to a female for stepping on her toes, as you stepped backward into to something solid. No – someone.

Azriel stared down at you, his hazel eyes glowing in the dark lighting of the bar, arms crossed across his chest.

“Azzzz!” you slurred, a lazy smile plastered on your face as you greeted your friend sheepishly.

“Did you really think you could hide?”

You snorted, forgetting your quick mission to escape without your family seeing you. “To be honest, I did.” You grinned up at the brooding Illyrian, swaying slightly on your spot as you tried to focus the three Azriels you saw in front of you into one.

“Care to join me for a shot?” Your words were a string of slurs beyond your notice.

Azriel cocked an eyebrow, extending his hands to grasp your shoulders, steadying you from your constant sway. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Idunnoknow,” you slurred again, your eyelids heavy. “How much have you had to drink?”

Azriel frowned, leaning down to level his face with yours, his hazel eyes darting between your own. “Have you been smoking?” he asked, his tone concerned. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes.

Azriel frowned deeper, looking past you at Rhys and Cassian who still lingered by the door. You saw him nod, dismissing his brothers as if to say he could handle this. Azriel’s eyes found yours again, and he levelled a look at you “Y/N, I think I should take you home.”

You scowled, your mood instantly flipping from playful to defiant. You pushed his hands off your shoulders. “M’not ready to go home,” you mumbled, turning back to the bar to secure your next drink. Azriel caught your wrist, spinning you back to face him.

“Y/N, listen, I know today was hard for you, but I can’t let you hurt yourself because of it. C’mon, let me take you home.”

It was as if Azriel had found the one string to pull in your heart, derailing all your efforts tonight to just forget. You scowled again, yanking at your arm roughly. You were furious.

“Why’d you come here Az? To remind me how miserable I am?” you spat.

Azriel blinked at you, his face one of shock. “No, of course not,” he said softly.

“‘Coz I was having a really good time before you showed up. I had almost forgot.”

Azriel’s brows pulled at you in sympathy, catching your confession. “Forgot what?”

You blinked, another scowl pulling on your face. “Don’t look at me like that,” you snapped, your words barely coherent. “Don’t want your pity.” You waved the male off, turning again, but Azriel held you firm in place.

“I’m not pitying you Y/N, I just want to help. Stop resisting love, let’s go home.”

It took all the fight you had to not give in. Deep down inside, you knew it’s what you needed. But as soon as you went home, you’d have to face everything you had bottled up until this moment.

“No!” you yelled, pushing the male back. Azriel didn't move an inch, instead he kept looking down at you with patience and sympathy, which you loathed.

“Is everything ok here?” It was the male with the mirthroot, his arm slinking over your shoulder as he stared at Azriel, catching your confrontation.

If looks could kill. Azriel’s hazel eyes were now black, his jaw ticking as he barely held the snarl ready at his lips.

“Everything’s fine,” you mumbled, slinking out from the male’s arm. He grinned at Azriel, enticed by the challenge. “Great. I was trying to find you should you care for another hit of the pipe?” He withdrew the mirthroot, offering it to you first this time.

You didn’t have a chance to reach for it before Azriel snatched your hand in his. “I think she’s had enough,” he seethed, his teeth bared as his shadows gathered into a thick, intimidating form.

You scowled back at Azriel. “I can make the decision for myself.”

Azriel raised his eyes back at you, the patience he had shown before gone in the face of the other male. You didn't have time to say another word before Azriel picked you up over his shoulder, stalking for the exit. You yelled, pounding weak fists on his back, the motion making you feel ill.

“I’m sorry love, but this is for your own good.” The next thing you knew, the world was folding around you in rips of winds, your hair ripping around your face as you shrieked in protest.

You felt the crisp air of the night before you saw it, Azriel setting you down in one of the many cobbled streets of Velaris. You were so close to hurling.

“Now was that so hard?”

You cursed at him, crossing your arms across your chest. How dare he grab you like that. “I hate you!” you glowered.

“Sure you do,” he replied cooly with a small roll of his eyes. “From one friend to another, you need water, and you need rest.”

You sighed, closing your eyes as the world around you spun. “I don't want to go home,” you whispered.

“Why?” Azriel asked, his voice softer now.

Your brows pulled in pain. “Because…” you trailed off, bringing your arms across your chest, hugging yourself as you tried to find the words. “Because I don't want to feel.”

Azriel approached you then, one hand steadying you on your shoulder, the other gently cupping your face. “Oh, Y/N,” he said with soft sympathy.

Your tears betrayed you, rolling down your cheeks at an uncontrollable rate. But you pushed his hands away – he wasn’t listening to you. “Please, Az. Don’t make me feel these things.”

Azriel’s heart broke at your plea. He reached for you again, using a gentle thumb to wipe away your tears before pulling you into his chest. “You’re not alone in this Y/N. C’mon love, you need to rest,” he said gently

You had no more energy, no more will to fight. You nodded, letting the Illyrian scoop you into his arms as he winnowed you back to the House of Wind.

You were surprised to find yourself in Azriel’s room and not your own. He placed you gently on your bed, summoning a glass of water and bringing it to your lips while he held the back of your head, not giving you the chance to refuse. You sipped at the liquid, looking up at the male that carefully drew the glass away once you finsihed.

You blinked up at the Shadowsinger. He had always been a dear friend, but never had you seen him so… attentive.

“Raise your arms.”

You scoffed. “Trying to undress me, Shadowsinger?” you teased, an alcohol-fueler confidence escaping you without control.

Azriel smirked, shaking his head. “Arms. Up.” The male pulled your dress off, and didn't so much as look at you before you felt a cool material being draped over your head. It was one of his black shirts, the fabric soft against your skin, his scent deep within the fabric. It instantly calmed you.

“W-where are?,” you stuttered, still slow to your surroundings. “Why are we in your room?”

“Two reasons,” Azriel said, folding your dress neatly to the side before kneeling in front of you, offering you a refilled glass of water. “Firstly, I don't trust you enough to not sneak out and do something really stupid. And secondly, you’re not in a good way, and I’m going to be here for you. You can stay with me tonight, if you want to of course.”

You blinked at Azriel, unable to process the fact that he was so considerate, so thoughtful. He offered you a soft smile, before pushing the glass you held up to your lips.

You finished drinking before taking a breath, Azriel’s hazel eyes unmoving as they watched you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered softly, trying your best to speak through your haze.

“What for, doll?”

“For ruining your night.”

Azriel chuckled then. “You didn't ruin anything.”

You nodded, sniffing while trying to regain your senses. There was a beat of silence between you. “Keir is a prick.”

“He’s one of the worst.” You felt large hands gently caress your knees, grounding you before the anger and grief could overwhelm you again.

Another beat of silence.

“My mum gave her life for that prick.” The tears poured immediately, you had no chance of stopping them.

Azriel moved in fast, pulling you to his chest as he coddled you while you cried. “You’re mum was a hero. And you are just as brave.” he whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead before resting his chin on your crown. You clung to his arms while he rocked you, one arms pulling you in tightly while the other stroked your hair.

When you finally calm down, Azriel didn't say anything as he moved you into his bed, pulling the silk sheets over you before settling in at your side, his arms and wing draping over you in a comfort unlike anything else. Finally the world had stopped spinning, and you felt the slightest bit at peace.

Your eyes felt heavy, and you blinked, fighting the sleep that called you. Azriel frowned, running a gentle hand down the side of your cheek. “You can sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake.”

You turned on your side, looking up at the handsome and selfless male before you. What had you done to deserve someone like this in your life? Azriel pulled you in closer, his deep and slow breaths calming you as you closed your eyes.

“Az?”

“Yes love?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“Az?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Az?”

“Go to sleep, Y/N.”

You snorted, and then gasped as you felt him flick your nose in the dark. You giggled, settling further into the sheets and the arms of the Shadowsinger before drifting off to a calm sleep, knowing that you weren't ever alone.

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[anticanonsposts]

hiiiiii I loveddd ur post abt high konig, could you maybe write a fic where its the readers first time trying it?

(ur page is like so good i luv it)

hi!!! literally thank you so much, it truly means so much to me that people are enjoying my blog <3333

per request here is a version of a previous fic about König's first time trying an edible and then fucking you silly, now it's the readers turn!!

cw: obvi (legal) drug use, (don't do drugs unless they're legal, safe, and you are of age <3), sex p in v, oral m receiving, porn w/ a little plot, pining, overstimulation, nastiness <3

wc: 2,000+

nsfw below the cut, you know the drill-mdni interact

“Hey König…” you cooed to your boyfriend who was sitting at the desk in your room, flipping through a book while you lounged on the bed. He returns your gaze, brows slightly furrowed, he recognizes your playful tone, knowing you're about to ask him something naughty. 

“I was thinking..” you continue standing up from the bed and making your way over to him, dancing your fingertips across his shoulders. “That I wanted to try having sex…after I take an edible gummy.” 

“Edible? Aren’t all gummies edible?? Ohhhh, like marijuana!” he replies back briefly running in mental circles as he puts the pieces together. His English is obviously very good but sometimes he takes things more literally/more at face value. “Of course I’d need your consent now since you would be inebriated and if you ever want to stop you need to tell me.” he adds taking on a more serious tone, whenever consent was being discussed he had no room for lightheartedness or joking, he took consent VERY seriously. 

“Yes, I am consenting now to have sex with you while you are sober and I am high, and both of us have the option to stop at any point.” you reply, taking his hands in yours.

“Ok.” is all he responds with but he’s smiling so wide and there is a bright gleam in his eyes. He truly loves to try new things with you, especially when it makes you so happy. 

So you go and grab your packet of gummies and pop one into your mouth. Then you suggest a shower to König since it will take about 30 minutes for the edible to kick in. Showering together is always such a treat. You get to be in a nice warm, wet environment while your own personal giant just beams down at you with nothing but adoration and enamor in his eyes. He loved these showers just as equally, his hands never leaving your soft, supple body, constantly pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

After you both got out and dried off, you opted to just stay naked and lay with each other until you initiated more physical contact. He laid down on his back and you were draped on your side, the side of your face resting on his chest, slowly rising and falling. You could tell he was already getting a little worked up, I mean come on you were laying on him completely naked. As more and more minutes passed you felt your brain get a little fuzzy and it sort of felt like everything was moving slower. You realize you are absentmindedly massaging his abdomen with one of your hands you start to feel a buzz in between your legs, only made worse when you look down and see König’s growing dick, now completely pressed against his stomach. His poor tip furiously leaking, he was being so kind and patient with you, waiting ever so tranquil for you to make the next move. 

Now, completely feeling the effects of the edible kicking in your entire body buzzes with excitement. Moving yourself to sit up a bit more, you start tracing kisses along his neck and chest, slow and purposeful kisses. Your inebriated mind could still have cheeky thoughts. You figured, since he was going to be nothing but patient with you, you might as well tease him. Now climbing on top of him, his hands immediately go to your lower half, shamelessly groping your hips and butt. You loved how he was able to grab so much of you with just one of his hands. Giving you soft squishies and gropes and you start to move your hips back and forth, not even realizing what you were doing. 

Then getting a wicked idea, you reposition yourself slightly so that your now puffy and dripping core is gliding up and down his dick. Earning several whimpers from him, his grip on you tightened. Giving him a small chuckle you give him one last sloppy kiss, sloppy enough that when you pull away there is a line of spit connecting your mouths. Shimmying down between his legs with the biggest shit eating grin you have ever given him. You take his length into your hand and start to pump his base gently. Then before he could give any objection that you didn’t have to give him head since you were high or that he could go down on you first if you’d prefer. But you successfully cut him off by leaving open mouthed kisses all along his shaft, purposefully avoiding his ever leaking tip. Giggling to yourself you finally take his head in your mouth, first giving a little swirl of your tongue before bobbing up and down only on his tip while pumping the rest of him. 

His cute face completely flushed, eyebrows furrowed, and panting as he looked down at you. Murmurs of praise leaving his lips, as one of his hands gently came to rest on your head. The sight in front of you just made you giggle more which made him feel more vibrations on his dick. Releasing him from your mouth with a wet pop, still palming his tip you ask, “Does that feel good baby?” in a sing-song voice as you trace kisses up his thigh.

“Oh my god Hase.” is all he can say back. He knows you’re teasing him, he knows exactly what you’re doing, but he cannot will himself to move you faster, its torture, but its blissful torture. You then continued your bobbing, each time taking more and more of him in your mouth and pumping what you couldn't reach with your hand. Snaking your other down, you start to gently massage his balls, and the combination of all these movements causes him to buck his hips into you, which only motivates you. You continue your motions until you hear his breathing get faster and his voice and whimpers grow higher and higher. Then when he warns you that he is about to cum, you speed up even faster, making him absolutely lose his mind. Tasting his cum sputter onto your tongue, you carefully swallow around him, knowing that it drives him insane. But you don’t stop there. 

You pop him out of your mouth and quickly wrap both of your hands around his shaft, pumping him almost aggressively at this point. You also make sure to prop your elbows against his thighs so that he cannot close his legs. 

“Liebe liebe liebe liebe!!!! Please…oh my go—-” is all he manages to get out as his body starts to thrash a bit from side to side, completely overwhelmed with all the stimulation you were giving him. 

“Liebling I came I came please!” he mustered out again, pleading with you, his eyes full of desperation. It hurt so good but it also felt so good. Right now you were nothing but an evil little minx trying to break him down to his very core of desperation. 

Finally, mercifully you stop pumping him, but torture him a little more by licking his dick clean, then tonguing your way up his chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all along his abdomen. 

At this point you were beyond giddy with yourself, very proud of what you’ve been able to do so far, but now of course your core was aching for any sort of stimulation. 

Losing a little bit of his gentle touch, König practically hauls your body up so that you are once again straddling him. His greedy lips pull you in with his mouth and he presses a firm hand to the middle of your back so that your torsos are pressed together. Giving him a mischievous look he quickly says, “No no no, how about you ride my fingers instead first hmmm?” He knew that his dick needed a break and that if he was able to redirect your attention to something else, you would soon get lost in it. Not to mention the fact that he really preferred not to be inside of you so quickly, without giving you a proper warm up. 

Giving him a contented humm he repositions himself so that he is sitting up more. Then, gently he takes two of his fingers and glides them through your folds toying with your clit ever so slightly, using his other hand to hold your hip in place. Finally when he pushed his digits up into you, making you gasp, you just felt so good, too good. Leaning forward, you pressed your chest against his and started to kiss him, moaning into his mouth. Soon you found a rhythm together, you bouncing and grinding into his hand, his other hand guiding you, and your mouths just devouring each other. 

He curls his hands so perfectly so that he hits your g-spot while his palm brushes against your clit over and over again. Feeling yourself get more desperate you pull away from him with a pleading look in your eyes. 

“Do you wanna lay down?” he asks softly, smiling. You do as suggested and lay down on your back, spreading your legs as he kneels in front of you. 

“Please fuck me” you say through half lidded eyes. He could do nothing but rake his eyes up and down your body. You were so perfect and kind to him and he truly liked this experience. Your high state made you more focused on your needs and pleasure. You allowed yourself to feel and react more naturally, and he is loving it. 

Leaning forward he cages you in under his arms, bracing them on either side of you and envelopes your mouth in hungry kisses. After a little whining he finally kisses down your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a gasp as his tip enters you and he slowly eases his entire length into you. 

“Oh my god…fuck König, it feels so good, I feel so full” you murmur to him, faces inches away from each other. In return, he starts to give you slow, dragging thrusts. 

“Would you like me to go faster y/n?” he asks as he uses his fingertips to turn your chin toward him so that you are looking him in the eyes.

“Yes, yes faster please” you reply nodding up at him not breaking the eye contact which just about finished him off right there. But he took a deep breath and sped up his pace, snaking one hand between the two of you to rub circles around your clit. 

After several minutes you cling to his neck and shoulders, letting out a slew of whimpers and moans. 

“Please, please…I’m s’close…please” is all you are able to get out before he gives you a grin and angles his hips so he is hitting even deeper inside of you.

This is what does it for you. Wide eyed, brow furrowed, with your mouth agape you let out the prettiest, hottest moans he thinks he’s ever heard. “Cum around me shatz, please, let me feel you. I’ve got you, I’ve got you just let go.” is all he has to mutter for you to let go. 

“Oh fuck, König! I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming. AA-OOhh my god!” you choke out as he continues his pace and fucks you through your orgasm, now chasing his own high. But for some reason, your orgasm wasn’t stopping, it just kept going, for longer than it normally does. In your drunken state you were still able to connect this to the edible you took. 

“Oh my god shatz, fuck! I’m going to cum darling, where do you want me?” König gasped out, clearly losing any resolve he has left. 

“In me! In me please, I wanna feel you, please cum in me baby please.” you respond although still stuck in the seemingly never ending orgasm you smile through your words. Your smile and half lidded look into his eyes is the last nail in the coffin for him and with a sputter of his thrusts he explodes inside of you, groaning into your ear in the ways that you love so much. 

Then, finally you feel your orgasm start to dwindle down as he slows down his movements, before completely pulling out of you and bringing you to lay on your side next to him.  

“I love you.” is all you are able to whisper to him as he pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms completely around you, legs tangled together, your hands coming up to cradle his face. 

“I love you more.” he replies, pressing his lips to yours once more. 

Needless to say your first time having sex while high was a success, and the two of you will be doing it much more often.

hehe tysm for reading, if you like this don't be shy hehe, check out my other content. also reminder that I am taking requests idc how niche they are, please feel free to ask if there's anything you'd like to see!

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[wh0re4women]

Distraction. (Larissa Weems X Reader.) NSFW

Summary: Larissa tries to work. Reader has other plans.

Warnings: teasing, mommy kink (mommy Larissa), dom/sub themes, orgasm denial / delay, etc.

"C'mere and sit on my lap while I finish up with work, darling."

You glanced up from the book you were reading, eyeing Larissa with a hopeful glow in your eyes. She'd been so busy with work, you were convinced she hadn't noticed you sneak into her office hours ago with a thick novel in your hand.

Her lips were curled into a warm smile; she observed you trying to contain your excitement under a calm facade as you strolled over to her desk. Larissa spun ninety degrees in her chair and you gladly settled onto her woollen-skirt clad lap, straddling the older woman. You heard the tall blonde contentedly sigh into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"How much longer do you think you'll be working?" You bashfully asked, muffling your voice into the exposed skin of her neck. It was Larissa's turn to welcome the wave of chills that rushed down her body.

"Why, darling? Do you miss me?" The tall blonde playfully countered and you couldn't help but relax into her embrace at the lightheartedness in her tone.

"Of course not," you teased in return, "I definitely haven't been sat waiting for four hours for you to take a break — that would be silly."

Larissa's gentle smile faded rapidly at the mention of the time. You felt her tense, immediately tearing away to look her in the eye. You could see the older woman visibly cringe at herself.

"It's been that long?"

You hesitantly nodded. Larissa had promised she'd take you on a hot chocolate date at 3pm. It was now 6. You remained patient with her nevertheless, knowing that it wasn't exactly her own fault — if it were up to Larissa, you knew she would've dropped everything to spend time with you.

"Give me half an hour," the blonde told you seriously, a look of determination spreading across her face. "I'll finish up here and then I believe I have some making up to do, darling."

Her tone was suggestive. Your cheeks flushed pink, a familiar heat brewing in your lower stomach. Not trusting your voice, you instead nodded enthusiastically at Larissa, pulling a soft chuckle from the older woman. She pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head before swiftly returning back to work, this time with you warming her lap.

To say it was difficult remaining still and refraining from being a distraction, would be an understatement. Five simple minutes passed before you were already shifting and squirming on Larissa's lap. The Principal, focused as ever, continued typing on her laptop keyboard with one hand, her other hand flying down to grip your hip and still you from moving. You got the memo, sighing quietly before resting your head onto the blonde's shoulder, eyes meeting the expanse of her beautiful neck. You sucked your lip in between your teeth.

It was Larissa's fault, really. Had she not been so seductive, your mind would have most likely not wandered to the dark depths it was in now.

At least, that's what you liked to tell yourself.

Her neck — it looked so bare; if you were to swipe your tongue over the soft skin, would Larissa even budge? She seemed heavily focused. The only thing that was holding you back in the moment, was the fleeting thought of a possible punishment if you were to distract your girlfriend from her duties. But it was just that — a fleeting thought.

Eyelids fluttered shut at the sheer need to feel Larissa's sweet skin on your hot tongue and you desperately inched closer, allowing your impulsive mind to take over and let it happen.

The red-lipped woman was encompassed by a wave of delight as she felt your steamy breath hit her skin, inching dangerously close to her ear, almost purposefully teasing her into losing focus.

A simple hum surpassed Larissa's lips at the single glide of your muscle against her pulse point. She fought the urge to crane her neck as to melt into the sensation further — she did so flawlessly. It was like the action had no affect on the blonde and you debated whether that was a terrible occurrence, or secretly a blessing in disguise. After all, she was swamped with responsibility and what better way to pass the time than to thoroughly enjoy yourself in the process?

Larissa remained stoic as her slender fingers continuously flitted over her keyboard almost urgently. Your head rested back onto the beautiful blondes shoulder only momentarily — wandering thoughts reappeared and you in turn averted your attention to her barely-exposed shoulder, gently punctuating the fair, freckled skin with longing, wanting kisses.

"Darling."

There was a warning tone in Larissa's velvety voice, sending through you a rush of satisfaction that unmasked itself in a smirk. Larissa did not miss the motion.

"If your plan is to distract me, I suggest you reconsider. I've had an awfully tedious day — I would hate to have to show you just how punishing it has been."

You didn't mean to blackmail her — you really didn't. But when an opportunity arises... well.

"I'm sorry, 'Rissa," you peppered faint kisses along the older woman's collar bone between words, "But I recall you promising to make things up to me."

The repetitive drumming of Larissa's short red nails faltered as she sucked in a harsh breath. She had yet to make eye contact with you, fearing that doing so would jerk her out of the flow she was in. The blonde knew that the sooner she wrapped up the days work, the sooner she'd be able to dedicate all of her attention to you. It was a tempting offer — a tempting test, but not half as tempting as knowing she'd be able to satisfy, and deal with, you properly once she was truly finished.

"Twenty minutes, darling. Patience."

The clacking resumed as seamlessly as once before and you slumped into Larissa in momentary defeat. You had enough common sense in you to hold back the petulant huff that was clawing at your chest, knowing it wouldn't take much to have Larissa riled up today. She was already halfway there and a punishment wasn't exactly on your agenda.

Before long, you were once again fidgeting on the blondes lap, this time possibly on purpose, though you'd never admit so out loud. Every so often, you'd rut your hips into Larissa's before blowing out a sigh of content at the friction. You could see the older woman straining as she held back the urge to bend you over her desk, her eyebrows pulled together in frustration.

The thought crossed your mind too and you decided to push Larissa further.

Hips rutted forward again, "Mommy..."

It was a barely-there breath of your voice in the crook of her neck, but it was all Larissa needed before she harshly slammed her laptop shut, making you gasp as you sat up straight, doe eyes innocently looking into her blues.

"Oh, don't give me that look, darling," Larissa mindlessly chastised as she averted her attention to your spread thighs, "You've been practically begging for this all evening."

She felt lucked out as she smoothed her right hand up your bare leg and right under the pretty skirt you had decided to wear. It was fate, really. Larissa's left hand held an iron grip on your waist as she kept you in place — not that you would've dared to move after the shock of seeing her cut work early. She never did such a thing.

"Nothing to say for yourself now, [y/n]?" Larissa teased with a raised brow and you couldn't help but pray that you at least looked apologetic on the outside.

The blonde's lengthy fingers grazed along your damp underwear and Larissa had to swallow down a guttural moan at the thought of you being so absolutely soaked, when she had yet to even touch you. How could the older woman ever be displeased with you?

Both hands situated on each of Larissa's broad shoulders, you gripped them tightly for balance as Larissa spread her own soft thighs before tugging your panties to the side. Leaving you without a second to prepare, the older woman slid a finger through your slick folds and right inside until knuckle met wet skin and you were trembling from the overwhelming sensation of being filled up.

"Is this what you wanted, darling? Attention?" Larissa studied your face as it contorted in pleasure. You opened your mouth to reply and the blonde took the chance to draw her finger out before slamming it back inside with intention, so all you could manage was a broken moan. Larissa chuckled at that.

Your cheeks were painted a deep rose, darkening impossibly whenever you managed to take a glimpse at Larissa, noticing the intense eye contact coming from her behalf. If it was indeed attention that you were wanting, you were definitely getting it.

Larissa curled her finger, stroking your soft inner walls at the same time as she used her left hand to shove you towards her mouth, aware of how loud you always happened to be with her. Your lips touched in a heated, desperate kiss as the blonde continued her ministrations, muffling your sweet sounds despite the burning urge to hear them. Larissa tasted like lipstick and the fruit tea with honey that she had sitting in the corner of her desk. She was hot, deliberate, insistent — both, with her mouth and her skilled finger.

Your bodies melted together as you breathlessly, reluctantly removed your mouth from hers, bringing your focus onto the pale skin of her neck. You were sloppy and mindless with your mouth, completely enthralled by the feeling of heat building in your stomach. Larissa retracted her one finger before returning to your heat with two, now stretching and filling you completely.

"Sshh," the blonde sweetly hushed as you began riding her fingers, your mouth tugging away from the contact of her skin, releasing your cries into the room. "Mommy would be very upset if someone were to catch us, darling."

Larissa’s comment reminded you that the door to her office was still unlocked and you docilely pierced your teeth into your bottom lip, silencing your moans as well as you could.

"Good girl," the older woman praised, in reward doubling the pace of her fingers. She felt you clench at her words, bringing a smirk to her lips as her confidence ballooned. "Do you like being my good girl, darling?"

You nodded frantically, panting. A wave of arousal slid out of your entrance, egging Larissa on further.

"Are you going to cum for mommy, [y/n]?"

Your legs gave out from riding the tall blonde’s fingers, muscles jerking as Larissa speedily took over, pounding in and out of you in repetition.

"I— I — yes, p-please," your mind was blank, clouded with the thought of your impending release.

"Beg."

You couldn’t. Larissa knew you couldn’t. It all felt too good, too much, too close. She slowed her fingers, prolonging your journey to release and you cried out in protest. Poor you. Larissa should’ve punished you for your antics earlier, but all she was asking was for you to beg. You were going to give it to her whether it would be now or in two hours, it didn’t matter, but she was adamant on hearing it.

“I— I want to cum.”

“I know, darling.”

“Can I?”

“No.”

You wailed pathetically, poorly attempting to ride Larissa’s fingers in order to dictate the pace, but you were spent. It was hardly what you wanted.

“Don’t be a brat. Beg.”

“Please!” You raised your voice and Larissa decided to toy with you, curling her fingers once again, dragging filthy sounds right out of your chest as it heaved in exertion, before easing at last. That was enough for you.

“P-Please! Please, fuck me, mommy. I need you so badly. I’ll do anything. Please, please, please!”

Adding a cherry on the top, you slammed your mouth onto Larissa’s and your eyes squeezed shut in the feeling of impending doom, but it never came. In fact, you felt the blonde groan into your swollen mouth as she picked up speed for the last time, willing to guide you towards your awaited orgasm.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped. Larissa was generous enough to help you ride out your high, despite the frustration you had caused her. She would never admit it, but you in fact ended up relieving the tension in her shoulders. However, now she had a new issue to deal with.

Dazed, you groggily lifted from the heat of Larissa’s body, smiling at her gratefully. Before you could form an apology for your brazen actions, the blonde spoke first.

“Now, darling. Mommy is going to finish up with work and I want you on your knees, under my desk. If you make me cum before I’m done with work, you’ll get a reward. If not… well, you’ll get to feel just how frustrating my day has been.”

#larissa weems x reader #mine #wednesday fic #larissa weems x you #principal weems x reader #larissa x reader #gwendoline christie #fic

[cuubism]

unfortunately for my sanity i am thinking about them again [sheltered rich boy dream and feral child hob]

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In retrospect, it was fitting that the first time Dream met Hob, he was breaking a rule.

It hadn’t been easy. Dream did not like to lie, and wasn’t very good at it besides. And breaking rules made him nervous. Broken rules carried consequences. But he’d needed to get out of the house, just for a moment. To clear his head. And just going for a walk was not a good enough reason to leave the house when he could be doing something more productive. Something better. Make some use of yourself, Dream.

So Dream had crafted a little story of extra studying, extra work, and managed to slip out. Dream did not always tell the truth, could not, but usually he lived in the shadows left by omission. The outward lie was bitter on the back of his tongue.

But he’d been freed. And now he was wandering. He did not often get the chance to wander, untended, unobserved. Making his unsteady way down the winding road leading out of the estate, and then into town, where he’d never really walked before. It was just getting late, almost sunset on a Thursday evening, and the streets were fairly quiet, only a handful of people about. And Dream wandered, not quite knowing what to do with himself but enjoying the quiet in his head.

Possibly meandering about on his own was a bad idea. Possibly he’d be hit by a car or attacked by a madman. He didn’t think he much cared.

And that was when he met Hob. That first dip of his toes into freedom.

He was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the small scattering of pigeons pecking for seeds by the fountain. Dream had always liked birds, but it wasn’t often he had the chance to sit and just watch them. He studied their patterns, mentally tracking the shapes they traversed, their mathematical lines. He should have brought his sketchbook. It would have been nice to work from live subjects, for once.

He was deep in his thoughts, in the calming trickle of the fountain and the repetitive paths of the birds, when another boy about his age plopped down on the bench beside him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed while feeding birds.”

The birds had fluttered up in disarray at the sudden motion, but settled down again quickly. Dream looked at the other boy askance, irritated at his rare peace being interrupted.

“Do you often speak with people who are busy feeding birds?” he asked, unable to keep the annoyance from his tone.

“Only when they’re broody and mysterious,” said the boy. He wasn’t wearing a school uniform, but he must have been college age, like Dream. Dream was still wearing his jacket and trousers, for his own part. Everything about this boy was looser, really, from his longish brown hair, to his jeans and t-shirt. It made Dream feel very uptight in comparison, which was not a fact about himself he needed reinforced. He already knew it. “Do you often feed birds?”

“I am not feeding them,” Dream said. “They are eating what was there.”

“Just spying on them, then,” said the boy teasingly. Dream did not know what to do about being teased with what seemed like lightheartedness rather than mockery, and so didn’t respond.

“Seriously,” said the boy. “Are you okay?”

Then Dream did look at his face properly. He had very kind, very genuine eyes, was the first thing Dream noticed. It was not something he noticed about a lot of people. Perhaps it was not something a lot of people possessed.

Then the boy smiled at him, a soft, kind smile. It transformed his whole face from something merely pleasant to something lovely.

“Is that why you have come over?”

The boy shrugged. “You looked sad and alone. I’ve been sad and alone before, so I don’t think anyone else should.”

Dream bristled. “I am not sad and alone.”

“Just alone, then?”

Dream’s mouth popped open in affront, and then shut. Then he said, “Are you always so familiar and impertinent with strangers?”

“‘Familiar and impertinent,’” echoed the boy, with a laugh. “Sure. Are you always so snooty and aristocratic?”

“Yes,” said Dream, and he laughed louder.

“Honest though.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Hob.”

Dream nearly said, What kind of name is Hob? but swiftly realized the hypocrisy. Gingerly, he took Hob’s hand. “…Dream.”

“What kind of name is Dream?” said Hob, and Dream sighed. “And you really don’t have to shake my hand like a king deigning to touch the peasants. I’m not diseased.”

“I don’t like to touch people,” Dream said, taking his hand back. “Peasant or otherwise.”

“Peasant or otherwise,” Hob echoed. He didn’t seem offended. He was smiling.

“Are you here because you felt I should be taught a lesson? Is that it?”

“Nah. I just get bored easily.” Hob turned to watch the pigeons again, tapping his fingers restlessly against the bench. “I was out and about. You looked interesting. You wanna go for a walk?”

“…Why?” But Dream knew why. He had learned it as he’d wandered the streets, freed for the first time.

Hob shrugged. “Just to do it.”

Dream had stepped out of his comfort zone once today already. He supposed he could do so again. If Hob turned out to be an adolescent serial killer at least the end of his life would hold intrigue. “Very well.”

Hob grinned, so bright it struck some deep, static bell in Dream’s chest and set it ringing. “Come on.”

#dream made one (1) friend and started vibrating at the frequency of a million suns lol #sheltered rich boy dream & feral child hob #snippet #by 'sheltered rich boy dream' i really mean 'dream who was kept in a cage' and by 'feral child hob' i really mean... well that's a spoiler #i'm still in limbo on how i want this fic to go tho. we'll see which way it lands #my writing #dreamling

[etheries1015]

Yk throughout Lilia's past thing I wonder why in the old OLD wars people don't use verbal bullying as a weapon- Killing is already included in physical bullying so why not go all out?

Imagine past Lilia with this one friend aka you who fights the annoying humans with money, curses, and (out of pocket) words instead of the traditional going to war way. Verbal bullying can reduce the enemy's morals (probably).

"Instead of worrying about our MoRaLs, why don't you start worrying over YOUR DRIER THAN THE AFTERGLOW SAVANNAH SCALP"

"Our ruler's temper isn't too good, but that kingdom's ruler is bad tempered AND ugly"

"If yall didn't stink so much, maybe the faes wouldn't have found you so easily"

Also

You: You should watch your steps, the floor of this mansion is slippery after all :)

Enemy: Is that a veiled threat?

You: What veil?

People say that the place where faes live are surrounded by thorns, but you have thorns in your mouth ;)

NO BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY. Instead of using your incredibly impressive fighting skills (Lilia has seen firsthand) you first choose the most outrageous and...unique insults and strategies he had ever heard and seen his entire life. Sometimes Lilia can't tell if you are truly affected by the fighting, or if you had gone simply insane and cannot feel complex emotions; numb, to be frank. Upon asking you such questions, In response you shared to your comrades; "Some people cope by sadness and despair, others cope by humor and lightheartedness. I choose the latter- for I would rather live my life smiling at the most ridiculous of things than sit in a puddle of my own tears and trauma."

Thus, you delve deep into the theatrics as a way to distract yourself from the true horror of things.

"Dang, you really went to war looking like THAT? Even I would pity you, and that says a lot!"

"You have the intelligence of a soggy piece of bread! Didn't you hear ANYTHING about subtly?"

"Oh yeah, you're definitely first to die in any scenario. You check all the boxes. I'm surprised you haven't managed to kill yourself by now! Congrats!"

"You're living proof that you do not need to be funny to be considered a clown!"

"damn, human AND ugly? Pick a struggle, to have both is truly a crime!"

I imagine that this MC really enjoys distracting people with long winded prologues or speeches. With fake tears in their eyes, sobbing in front of a wave of humans with their arm up to the sky-

"I would like to thank my mother for this grand opportunity, my pet snake, and my dear beloved and far too soon departed friend Lilia-"

you hear from a distance an annoyed fae yell "I'm not dead!"

you ignore him.

"And to all of you, my grand audience, for granting me this wonderful chance to demonstrate what it truly means to be ignorant."

Confused glances around the humans- before collective screaming as they are all falling into a pit that you lead them to. Lilia catches up to you and stares at the handful of human soldiers who fell into your trap with hands resting on his hip and raised eyebrows, glancing over at you impressed.

"Clever, yet...strangely obtuse. Good distraction, it's almost embarrassing to call you one of our strongest generals with your antics..." He hummed before his face taking a flat and annoyed look as you reveled dramatically in his praises.

"Why can't you be normal."

Reader being incredibly childish yet super clever like Clavis from ikemen prince and the personality of Furina from Genshin impact SDLOIHLJ

#Twst #twst headcannons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland MC #twisted wonderland headcannons #Lilia vanrouge #Lilia #twst lilia

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Too Close For Comfort: Calling The Shots

--genre + trope: collegeAU!, SMUT, fluff at the end tbh, nsfw (not safe for work)

--pairing: tasm!peter parker x afab!reader

--word count: 2.0k

--warnings: smooching, mentions of injury, kinda dom!reader, blow job, PinV, unprotected sex (don't even think about it), cream pie, cum play, slight mention of gwen :0

--gif credits: @gatorstillman

Tuesday, October 19

Peter always seemed to figure out how to loosen the grip an argument had on your heart. He is too damn good at it, even when he was the one that instigated it. There was no escaping what just happened, especially when he’s looking at you like this. His eyes are luring you in like a moth drawn to a flame. You hold back the urge to fall for his trap and plant your lips on his. Although you cracked the bedroom window to let some air in, the space between you and him starts to feel heavy. The only sound you hear is the quiet breaths leaving his mouth as his eyes bore into yours. 

There’s no denying that the tension is still apparent, yet the raised voices from before are no longer at the forefront of your mind. All you can think of is Peter. His presence is so overwhelmingly large that it consumes every line of thought. Your heart skips a beat at the concept of him, forgetting that he is clearly in front of you. His senses pick up on it, “What’s your pretty head thinking about that’s got you so lost?” 

“Just thinking of you,” a smug look dancing its way onto your features. You leave your response open for interpretation because you are thinking of him. You’re thinking of his ability to tick you off so quickly, his forgetfulness, but you’re also thinking of how he shines so brightly on days when the sun doesn’t come out, and his quick lightheartedness. But most importantly, you think about how much you love him. 

He replies, “Oh god, you’re making me nervous sweetheart.”

“Good,” you quip back before breaking the ice and connecting your bodies together with a kiss. Your lips are molding together in a harmonious dance that has you reeling for more. This moment is so comfortable and so nostalgic. You place a hand on the side of his face as you pull him in for more. The energy between you is electric. You don’t know if that is because of the quarrel or because you haven’t seen each other all day, but you’re not complaining. 

The events of tonight are long forgotten because you have Peter here, you have him now. He lays back onto the mattress, not without a quiet but apparent wince. You pause and pull back a little, looking at his injury and then back up at him. The sudden realization of his physical state makes you question if continuing with this is even morally right. Your mind is racing and Peter can see it painted on your face. “Hey,” he interrupts your train of thought, “Don’t worry about that, I want this, but if you change your mind and don’t want to then I don’t want to either. You call the shots, sweetheart.” That seems to have resolved the crease between your eyebrows and let go of the swarming thoughts. That was all you needed before you resume the kiss. 

Now on top of him, he puts both his hands at home on your waist. You work together in tandem, fitting each other perfectly. Still conscious of his side, you plant your hips down on his own as the momentum creates friction between you. There’s no stopping Peter as his hands wander from your waist to squeeze and knead the soft flesh of your butt. A moan escapes your lips, and before you can focus back on him, he slips his tongue into your mouth. There is no mistake that tonight will be a resurrection of emotions between you.

You make your way from his lips down to the side of his neck, specifically a sensitive spot right below his ear. A low moan comes from him and gives you motivation to keep kissing down his neck. The lean area of his chest gives away how he’s feeling, he’s panting heavily only from the kisses you’ve been giving him. There is a sense of power that fills you when you see this version of him. You are making him feel like this. 

Once you have made your way down, you back off of him and begin to pull the rest of his suit and lower his briefs off his body, you following suit by peeling the clothes you had on, off. He peers down at you from the top of the bed as you crawl back up, and place yourself between his legs. Sitting on your knees you look at his semi-hard cock. Running your finger from the bottom of his length to the top, you feel him shudder. A smile is planted on your lips at the thought of making him wait for you to fully touch him. Taking a hand to your core, you gather some of the wetness formed there and spread it across his tip. He sucks in a gasp, “Oh my god-”. Along with your arousal smeared on him, a small amount of precum makes its way to your palm. The combined substances act as more lube to start stroking him. 

You glance up at him to see his eyes screwed shut and eyebrows furrowed together. This is exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Leaning down, you peck the side of his length and run your slightly parted lips to the tip, taking him fully into your mouth. One thing about Peter is that he is big, there is no denying that now as he’s barely fitting into your mouth. You warm yourself up by not pushing yourself too much but definitely going further than you expected. His moans are building in a beautiful crescendo, echoing within the walls of your bedroom. God, you love that sound. He places his hands on each side of your face, simply admiring you, moving the hair that has fallen into your face in the process. Never ever does Peter push your head down, he would rather die. He knows your limit and god forbid he ever oversteps it. 

Taking a second to breathe, you release him with a pop and start placing gentle kisses on the underside of his head. Every peck you give him makes his heart stutter, but you’ll never know that. You regain your breath and ask sweetly, “Are you alright, my love?”. 

A breathless response is given back, “Yeah…I’m perfect, actually.” An airy chuckle follows. You left him right on edge, you can tell. There’s a tenseness to his body language, never mind his wound, which is already beginning to heal due to his senses. 

He props himself up on his elbows, wanting to get up so you can continue. You push him back down softly as he huffs in defeat and confusion. “Can I take care of you this time?” you ask timidly. Excitement bubbles in his chest at the question. You don’t do this often, but it’s always fun to switch things up with him. He nods eagerly, too thrilled to create a response. A giggle erupts from your chest, “Alright, just let me know if I’m hurting you.” You’re always so aware, that’s one of Peter’s favorite things about you. 

Using your knees to move your core to meet his cock, you sink down. The familiar stretch greets you like an old friend, closing your eyes to savor the feeling. A warm sigh leaves your lips, while the most pathetic whine leaves Peters. You adjust your feet to be placed on his thighs and your knees point out to give him a better view. You lean forward to plant both your hands on either side of his torso and lift your hips to completely detach yourself from him before slamming back down on his cock. This time an almost pornographic moan is heard coming from both of you. 

Creating a constant rhythm, you soak in each other's energy. There is no better feeling than being stuffed by him. He manages to hit every spot that craves the desperate attention he fulfills. There is a moment where he looks up at you, and he feels like he has never witnessed a more beautiful sight. You’re unapologetically moaning and enjoying yourself on top of him. You’ve slowed the pace as you feel close, adding a finger to your sensitive nub and rubbing quickly, Peter is right there with you. 

“Baby, I’m right there…I’m so close, please,” he whines from beneath you.

Panting, you respond, “Me too, me too.”

Peter’s senses overwhelm him as you cum first. You’re still rubbing your finger onto your clit as the peak of pleasure overcomes you. Arching into his torso, there is nothing around you as your ears ring and you screw your eyes shut. Euphoria envelops you as you realize Peter is about to finish. You keep riding him, despite your sensitivity, wanting him to cum and cum hard. Simple praises reach his ears, “C’mon my love, cum. Cum inside me. I want it so bad, please Peter.” That was all he needed to hear as he shoots his cum inside you. Another feeling of fullness floods your senses. 

Collapsing on him gently you notice that his skin is sticky, not sure if it’s from his activities earlier in the night, or from your session just a short time before, but you don’t care. You feel his toned arms envelop you in a hug. His cock is still inside you, slowly becoming softer as you wind down. Steadily, he pulls out of you as you cringe at the sudden change. You still lay on his chest, closing your eyes as you relax. A few minutes pass by as he clears his throat before he speaks, “I know I keep saying it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for saying what I said, and saying it in that tone. ” 

Your eyes snap open, not expecting him to sincerely apologize at this moment. “Thank you, but it’s not just that,” taking a deep breath in and out before continuing, “I just-I just want you to take care of yourself. I get so worried when you get hurt like that and I…I get scared.” Peter frowns at your response, feeling so guilty and slightly embarrassed for raising his voice when you were just trying to help him. He holds you even tighter if that’s possible, and gives you a prolonged kiss on the crown of your head. 

“I would tell you not to worry, but that’s a stupid response,” he quirks back, enticing a giggle from you, “I’m not too sure how to phrase it, but I think I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me?”

You finally look up to meet his eyes, “Of course, I do. Do you trust me?” 

“You already know that answer, sweetheart,” a witty response that’s filled with truth naturally flows out of him. “Please trust me on what happens out there. The last thing I want is for you to be caught in all of that. I just need you here. Safe,” There’s a hint of pain and desperation in his voice, tears almost coming to his eyes. You think there’s something deeper in his choice of wording, but you don’t want to pry. 

Bringing your hand up to hold and stroke his cheek, you reply, “Okay, okay. I will. I trust you, I trust you with my entire being.” 

That’s how you end up falling asleep, together. Both of you feel extremely grateful for each other, legs and arms entangling and intertwining themselves, drifting off to the sounds of the concrete playground. The city that was trying so hard to break your Peter is the same one that lulls you both to sleep. 

--author's note: GWEN REFRENCE HELLOOOO. guys i don't know about the ending...but here it is anyways. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog! also, my requests are OPEN. WOOOOO. ok love you bye, thanks for reading!!!!

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[scribbledghost]

Oh gosh, angsty idea I just need to ask... how do you Simon reacts to civilian!reader being captured?? And how do you think Simon reacts when reuniting with reader after rescuing them (b/c my brain won't accept any other ending than Simon and reader reuniting.) BTW, my brain didn't really have a particular version of Simon in mind while writing this... so you can picture fem!Simon, neighbor!Simon, etc. while responding :))))

It's been a minute since we've checked in on Neighbor!Simon, so let's do that, hm?

His first call is to Price when he finds your front door ajar and your house in disarray. He knows calling the cops would be next to useless, especially since it doesn't take a genius to piece together the kidnappers' motive - to get under Simon's skin, and lead him to them.

It takes all his resources to find you, including Price and Laswell pulling strings on his behalf. The 141 take on your rescue mission personally, though they're very much alone here. There is no backup, the military wasn't going to expend such resources rescuing a single average civilian.

Simon turns into a machine. He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. He only focuses on finding you and using whatever scraps of breadcrumbs he can in order to do so. He gets testy with the team. Any bit of lightheartedness from Soap or Gaz quickly gets crushed under Simon's heel. No time for jokes, not when you're out there somewhere, being put through god knows what.

His mind often wanders to Mexico. To Roba. Simon Riley is not a praying man, but he bends his own rule just this once. Not only to beg for your safe return, but to also plead that wherever you are (and whoever has you) is kinder to you than Roba was to him.

When they track you down, Simon is quick to start barking orders. Normally, Price would put him in his place, but he allows Simon to take the lead on this one. Simon has come too far to not be the one that rescues you. He makes quick work of whatever misguided group thought they could stand up to him; he leaves behind a trail of bodies with no remorse, and personally carries you out of the building and to a waiting helo.

Truthfully, I see him being completely devastated by guilt. Whoever took you did it to get back at him, and they found you by finding him. In his mind, it's the same scenario with his family all over again - someone he loves got hurt, and though he wasn't directly to blame, he can't deny that you would have been safe if he hadn't come into your life.

You wake up in a hospital bed some time later to see Simon sitting at your bedside, leg bouncing and arms crossed as he stares into space.

He all but freezes when you softly call for him, head snapping to you as he launches towards you. At first, he doesn't speak. The only thing he says is a soft "I'm so sorry" as he gently touches your cheek. He's a steady presence in the following days, making sure you're well taken care of, helping you when you start to get up and moving again.

Honestly, I think he might wrestle with himself a little bit here. Part of him wants to vanish; to leave you, move away, and break all ties with you in an effort to keep you safe. Sure, he'd spend the rest of his life thinking of you and yearning to have you back, but at least without any connection to him, you'd be free of the risk of this happening again.

And part of him wants the opposite. He wants you close, wants to keep an eye on you, wants to never leave your side. The risk would still be there, but he knows he'd be able to protect you better and he knows he'd be better-equipped to find you if anything were to happen.

In the end, he settles for the latter. And maybe he starts talking about condensing your two homes into one.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles #neighbor simon

[finsterwalds]

Got my hands on the script of Anatomy of a Fall, and I couldn't help but compare it with some scenes from the movie because that's how deep I am rn :'D Anyway, here are some of my finds and things I personally enjoyed. I'm sure there are more things to dig out but these are what I wanted to share with the world. The order of my finds will be chronological, for the most part, but keep in mind that sometimes, some scenes were edited to show up later, or earlier than originally intended. Spoilers for the whole movie obviously so you've been warned!

Takes place when Vincent first visits Sandra to discuss Samuel's death. In the movie, Sandra stops Vincent and cuts him harshly, saying "STOP, I did not kill him". Vincent then says a line that I think is pretty iconic in the movie, a sarcastic : "That's not the point. Really". His line is much harsher than on the script, where he's a bit softer. "You don't need to tell me that" implies that he has some deep, loyal faith in Sandra, while "That's not the point" cuts any further discussion. He really doesn't wanna know if she actually did it. Comes from a wish to remain blind still, but with less innocence and a lot of denial. Oh, Vincent.

In the movie, his last line is way better imo, he says "No one's gonna believe that. I don't believe that." I like the emphasis on his opinion rather than the fleeting and impersonal "it's really hard to believe". Truly hits way harder and puts Vincent back in the position of a lawyer.

The rest will be under the cut because I think it's gonna be a wall of text I apologize guys...... This movie does things to my brain.

There's a scene that was cut where Vincent phones Nour while still at Sandra's, which I would have enjoyed a lot but I'll admit it's a bit filler-y. Doesn't add a lot and kinda cuts the serious tone of Sandra's confession, imo, as they discuss the judge's antics in a pretty comical manner. I just love Nour so I'm based......

Another, REALLY long scene that was cut where a medium comes into Sandra's house to feel Samuel's ghost and foreshadows Daniel poisoning Snoop with aspirin. I had a good laugh at that one, honestly. It feels pretty out of place with the tone of the movie, and the personality of the characters even... I can't picture Sandra calling a medium. I'm glad they removed it because the foreshadowing was unnecessary too. It's still interesting that they had planned it however.

This takes place after Vincent finds out about the tape. Interestingly, his whole line was cut after "before he died". In the movie, he never comments on Sandra's affairs/sexuality. He never really asks much about her life at all. He truly is blinded by his wish to shield himself from her inner demons, in order to maintain his undying loyalty towards her. To see what he wants of her...

Another scene that was completely cut (a flashback, I believe?) where Sandra makes Daniel pose for a german photographer to make some money, which Monica dislikes, and then they argue. I think it really frames her as too unsympathetic, so I'm also glad it was cut.

Okay, so now, here comes The Big Change. The scene where Vincent and Sandra drink together after the first trial was heavily altered, because its tone in the movie is pretty tense when compared with the lightheartedness of the script. In the script, they laugh and reminisce together about the past and even kiss at the end of the scene. In the movie, none of was I screenshot happens : instead of playing along with the 'firing Vincent' suggestion, the scene ends with Sandra scolding Vincent for judging her in his head. Vincent backs off and the scene ends. Another instance of him not pressing emotional depth to shield himself.

There are other scenes I liked (many that touch upon Sandra's books) but I'll stop there. Hope you'll enjoy that... I might draw some of these so stay tuned... This movie has absorbed my soul but it feels good to be alive, thank you Justine Triet.

#anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #justine triet #vincent renzi #sandra voyter #not art #im posting it on my artblog because i wanna find this again and store everything about my lawyer era in one place #i didn't translate anything because that would take some time but hmu if you need a translation or if something's unclear #i didn't proofread this and my native language isn't english so picture a crazy frenchie going about their theories to you okay? #fits the movie imo

[tearskillstardust]

🎍 SILENCE THROUGH A MOURNING PRAYER; zhongli

— summary; the god of the earth knows he will come out victorious in the war, but the security of his lover does not fail to bother him; and in the end, consume him.

— !! tw: themes of— blood, violence, no detailed descriptions of gore. !! discretion is advised.

— female reader, third person pov. angst and emotional content. long read under the cut.

Silence echoes throughout the plains.

There's a gentle lull to the silence, like a mother singing her child to sleep or a bird awakening from the night's gentle melody into the bright, seductive charm of the morning, its song carrying upon the wind.

There's a tree in the landscape that stands out, its pale leaves yellowed further by the action of the autumn; it provides home to a myriad of species who roam about, unaffected entirely by the world's chaos as they live on in blissful ignorance.

A divinity rests thereupon, his hair swaying gently with the gale. A young lady sits next to him, putting a flower crown together. She does not need to do it— a single wave of her wrists would be gesture enough for flowers to twist and wind together at her command, and yet she puts in her own effort at the polite demand of her lover, who sat next to her.

'The winds seem quite pleased today,' she says in her soft voice, and it rings indefinitely in the plane, the lovers' solitude interrupted only by a visitor magpie and a curious bypasser of a squirrel.

The geo archon smiled softly, though his eyes remained closed as he leaned against the tree. He hums before adding, 'Though I do not harbour any attachment for Barbatos, I do hope he emerges victorious as the Archon of wind and wine.'

'Why so?'

'There are few Gods like him who are willing to sacrifice out of free will.' the young lady nods at that, humming gently.

Silence ensues. A question follows suit.

'What do you think about your chances at victory, my lord?', she asks, and although she feigns lightheartedness, her shoulders are weighed heavy by future possibilities.

The Geo Archon shuffles quietly, his eyes open as he stares at his lover, unknown as she was of his stare pinned quietly on her. There's a burden behind those topaz irises, seemingly brighter though they shine upon her sight. He seems to hide a secret, locked away in the corner of his heart.

It's amusing, really—the most competent of beings weighed down by love. The being who can protect an entire nation, the being who can flatten mountains to plain lands and summon the rarest of jades and cor lapis stones from the depths to the earth at one command—the very being cannot find in himself the competence to protect his love. In reality, he knows that he will win the war she is speaking of but whether or not he will win the war he is thinking of is an entirely other question he cannot find the answer to.

His eyes fixate on her quiet, serene form as she continues innocently weaving the flowers together into a flower crown, their colour the favourite shade of her lover.

He cannot help but take note of the small mark of a star on her neck—her brightest mark that cannot be hidden by either colour or magic. It shines quietly against her softest spot, and he reminisces of the first time she had let him caress it gently. How vulnerable was she in that moment—neck turned, breath heavy as he held the very source of her life; what made it such an intimate affair was that he could press a little harder, and tear her veins out, but instead he chose to kiss.

He flinches slightly when he thinks—what would happen if somebody else knew of it? No, he thinks, shaking his head, I won't let anything happen to her, his voice firm in his head.

'My lord?', you ask when he is quiet for too long, turning around to gently take his hands in yours, their warmth penetrating your own.

'We will win, my love.' he answers, and there's firmness to it, in thought and in voice. She smiles at him, eyes the prefect crescents he loved so much.

She placed the flower crown on his head as he gently bows to reach her height. The flower crown is a muted shade of royal gold, the very colour of her eyes, as they sit on his head like a crown.

The lady laughs gently, as she jokes, 'Well, then, my lord, I'll be the person to bestow upon you the crown and the throne of this land when you win the war,'

'Do you swear?', he asks, curious and she nods back enthusiastically.

And he smiles; though it never quite reaches his eyes.

Morax stands with his hands folded as he looks out at the infinite expanse of the Liyuen planes, their once lively charm now replaced with a dull quietness, even during the busy hours of the evening.

'My lord,' Xiao says as he bows, polearm surrendered to the service of his God. Morax pays it little mind as he nods, never turning to face the yaksha, only giving him acknowledgement enough to stand up.

'You will accompany her till the last day of war, Alatus.'

It does not take him a moment to understand who is being referred to, there is only a single person in his life who he would be concerned about enough to sacrifice the service of his most competent yaksha. Alatus affirms the order, standing quietly afterwards when no words are spoken.

'I still do hope that you will do no lack in protecting yourself, too. You are like my own child—losing you would be akin to death for me. And yet, please look after her as long as you possibly can.'

Alatus has a strangely upsetting look upon his features, disreputing their usual serenity. Yet he nods. He does not mention that he would be glad to die if the question was about his God's lover, but he does bear that thought in mind when he whisks back into the wind, lost to sight.

Silence echoes throughout the plains.

There's a sinister feeling to the silence, like a moment of calm before a storm. It looms over her head—death with its lethal grasp and ghostly fingers as it twists the life out of her, leaving tears and blood in its wake. It is silencing and ghastly; a cruel mother, a twisted existence.

Her breaths are rigged, slow, and jagged as she tries to stand on her feet, leaning against a vine with her undamaged leg as she tries to gain comprehension of the landscape, only for the vision to blur again. The pain is unbearable now, slow and painful as it sucks the life out of her, blood seeping quickly out of her wounds, tainting the ground red. Desperation takes control of her in that state, rendering her unable to think straight, as she staggered.

An illusion of safety in the form of numerous vines surrounds her as she reaches out with all that's left in her for her sword that lies away. This will not last long as a strong enough barrier as she already felt the sword quickly tear through the vines and branches as time ran out. She would cry out, but the landscape was lone and barren except for her own presence and the God that was quickly slashing through her cocoon, his laugh growing more audible as time passed by.

A pang of worry plagues her heart regarding the health of her lover even in her own frail state. With whatever little strength was left inside of her, she stood on her own feet, the sword in her hands as she braved through the fear and came at last into the sight of the cruel, cruel God as he laughed at her, beckoning to whatever was left of her.

'Well, looks like not everyone the God of the earth is associated with is as strong as him. You're quite the tarnish on his reputation, aren't you, my darling?'

The God of the earth.

As soon as she had caught wind of the fact that he had been injured gravely, she had made Xiao leave at once for his defence at the cost of her own safety and life. She made him swear then—that he wouldn't return until he was restored to consciousness. Where are you, my lord?, She thought anxiously to herself, gaze blurring further with each passing second, knees shaking in astute surrender.

In her distracted moment, the God shifted quickly to her side, her hands then pinned behind her back and sword discarded immediately as the tip of his polearm came to rest against the very shining star on her neck as she gasped in horror—her Achilles's heel.

'What will the God of the earth do now?' He asks with a laugh, infinitely amused by the tragedy.

Suddenly, as though the whole world had disappeared, the plane went as silent as it possibly could as a bright aura asserted its presence, blinding all for a moment as he absorbed the sight before him.

Drip.

The echo of blood dripping on the ground reached his ears, and his eyes widened as he witnessed the state of his lover in unfathomable horror. Their eyes met, and even though she was almost blinded with weakness at that moment, even with her blurred vision she would have never missed the bright of her lover's presence and eyes as he stood in front of her, voice stuck in his throat.

Fear temporarily encircled his senses, froze his hands, numbed his heart as he stared in desperation at her frame, pinned against the ground; the tip of the sharp blade against her Achilles's heel, her most vulnerable spot, tears staining her bright eyes which were now dulled with pain and with a prayer upon her mouth, hands folded almost as though in prayer—

White, hot rage flooded his veins as he summoned his divine spear; and with a huge roar, it split through the air before tearing through the God's flesh with a terrifying sizzle as the polearm took its position in the ground, pinning the God there. She flinched harshly as she moved away from him with little strength that remained yet in her weak physique.

'My love?', the God questioned in a heavy voice as he moved with impatience evident upon his features towards her. He walked quickly, sprinting almost as he rushed to her aid, unable to prevent the involuntary cracking of his voice as he saw her heart-wrenching condition.

His heart beat harsher, quicker, louder in anticipation, in desperation as he covered the vast expanse between them as fast as he possibly could. Instinct screamed at him, a numbing fear weighing him down as he moved quicker and quicker and quicker—

'..My lord?' the lady questioned gently, as she stood up once again with shaky legs and a slow, staggering pace. She smiled slowly, unable to do it as naturally as she usually did, pain overtaking her senses. 'I knew you'd come,' I knew you'd come because this was salvation and you were my God.

She slowly dragged herself against the ground, taking support of her sword as her lover moved towards her with equal if not more impatience as he reached his hand out to her and she had just taken it—

His eyes pinned on the God behind her as he pulled her back from the torn portion of cloth. He pronounced her name with great hatred, without anything attached to it, only an instinctual hatred laced to it. The God of the earth shouted, the earth shook in response, the skies raining down their anxious sorrow in response but she failed to respond at all.

       Then he held her, tightly, like he was suffocating, last breath snatched by an instinct to kill, like this was the first and last time he'd ever hold anyone, like murder was primal and he couldn't shy away from its beckoning voice, like a siren, a father, a ghost, with a blade to her neck, the curse on his tongue—

The God fell to the ground, and so followed the limp body of his lover.

Silence echoes throughout the plains.

There's a crispness to it, like the beckoning of winter as it opened its arms in a cold embrace. Cruel yet loving in its wake. A group of curious magpies and bypassers consisting of troops of squirrels stare at him as crouches below the tree, eyes closed as he breathes slowly.

A polearm stands right behind the tree, unperturbed yet disturbing in its existence as it impaled the expansive roots of the tree, cruelly seeming to harbour a desire to kill it, yet failing entirely in its unfathomably small existence. The tree generously expanded as far as it could, the flowers on its foliage a lovely muted golden as its leaves twisted and turned with the action of the playful wind.

He does not budge, however.

'Well, then, my lord, I'll be the person to bestow upon you the crown and the throne of this land when you win the war,'

'The time has come Goddess,' he pronounces, voice laced with foreign emotion as looks up to the tree, topaz eyes less brilliant than they once were. 'The time has come for you to fulfil your oath.'

At that very moment, as soon as he ends his words, a golden flower descends on his head, and then a small shower of flowers follows as he bows his head in grateful acceptance.

Heaviness is buried somewhere in his heart, and the adoring look that almost always adorned his eyes was absent entirely. But the tree was as lively as ever before, generous and giving even in these cold winters that had stolen the charm of the landscape. Its golden leaves danced gently, like a lively butterfly.

He could not help but frown slightly at that moment, looking upwards. 'Will I ever find you again, Goddess?'

Five small, golden flowers descend slowly in response.

Summer spreads its wide wings with newfound generosity after the reserved spring. Children frolic with laughter and joy play around the vast expanse of the harbour as a lively flute tune plays on the wind. As everyone enjoys themselves under the bright seduction of the summer sun, surely no one has wondered when autumn will arrive?

But Zhongli does, as he rests underneath the tree and its generous shade. As he gazes thoughtfully at the people, he locks eyes with a familiar shade of muted golden ones. A breeze passes against his ears.

He stares, and she stares back.

Autumn has arrived.

a small explanation for the end— the tree that appears next to the polearm is actually the spirit of zhongli's lover, an earth goddess who chose to gift abundance to the land of her lover by anchoring her spirit to it through the means of being an evergreen tree. the five flowers that fall at the end represent five hundred years; the time she takes to reincarnate.

initially, it is mentioned that— [... a tree in the landscape that stands out, its pale leaves yellowed further by the action of the autumn... ] which is representative of her element, of herself. it is the season she ends the chapter of love with zhongli in her previous life, and accordingly, chooses to reincarnate in the very same season in this lifetime.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #genshin angst #genshin fic

[captainmera]

Depression has hit me really hard, and a lot of things are happening at the same time.

I'm simultaneously burnt out and on the verge of a collapse, but like... I can't really do anything about it. I'm just sort of waiting for the stick to break so I can work thru it and move along.

I can't even focus on important things like replying to mails without my brain circumventing into something else.

Avpd and burnout is putting me in a constant brain fog these days. And severe maladaptive daydreaming.

I'm trying to be social and grounded, but I feel like everything around me is drowned in mist, and when I speak, it's through molasses.

I know I'm disappointing ppl by putting certain things on hold, like fanfics, my comic, or asks. But I just can't do it r/n. it will come in whatever speed it comes at.

And frankly I'm just too fried and tired to extend more than a sigh of empathy to your frustration with me. I understand you, I do. But I'm just some guy. I'm not getting paid. I'm broke and tired, and I can't be arsed to even be upset.

Atm, I'm doing this Caleb-focused comic mainly just to do something else than hyperventilate or maladaptive daydream. It's helping me have some control over what I disappear into, something physical, rather than sit on the floor and stare off into space.

I could do it for ibwr, I should be putting that energy there.

But there's some stressful things going on there with contracts and whatnot that's put a damper on things. Money is stressful. At least a stressful damper. So it's difficult to concentrate on it with that humming in the background, y'know?

Anyway.

Bear with me, please. I know people are impressed by my productivity and speed - but it's not so impressive once you know I'm just unwell and trying to cope. I also have a lot of time on my hands.

I'm fine, really, I am. /GEN I just can't do four projects at once. I can do two tops. And right now it's the caleb comic and IBWR. That's it.

I'm aware it's not super great to work so much when I'm burnt out.

But know that I'm choosing one pest lesser than another greater pest. So the constant "REST!!" Comments aren't, like, fantastic. I just feel ashamed for not being better than I am or being able to practice what I preach.

Lo and behold, being mentally unwell and not being wholesome healthy about it. Who would've known it is complicated to be unwell, actually? /LHJ /GEN /notSarcasm

I know I don't owe anybody anything. But I just kinda wanted to have a sigh and vague-post-gesture at what I'm standing in to the void of the Internet.

Because I do get comments and asks asking where an update is, or why I didn't draw their ask, or why I'm putting energy in X instead of Y, etc.

So I'm just......... I'm just gonna like....... ignore it. It's not personal.

I love and appreciate your love for my work, I really do. Thank you for all of your excitement and your feedback. Its been a delight. /GEN

But... I'm just gonna have to ignore what the majority of people crave from me and do what I want in the pace I need to do it.

okay? :(

Look. Just allow it fam.

Just allow it.

Using memes to try to communicate some essence of lightheartedness.

#liveblogging

[pathetic-sapphic]

Hi! Will you be able to do the arcane milfs with a fem s/o w attachment issues and just cries and hugs them when they get home after work? 🥺

Arcane milfs with a S/O who has attachment issues

SEVIKA's cold and rough façade completely melts whenever she is around you. You're her only weak spot which gives her motivation to try even more at her job so that she can ensure a better future for you. Unfortunately, this means that she is sometimes gone for days, her work being extremely taxing and unpredictable. She also can't communicate with you during long and dangerous missions, too worried for your safety. She does her best to make it up to you whenever she is home. You two never leave each other's side and love doing domestic chores together, basking in the warm feeling and lightheartedness. Sevika hates seeing you so worried and lonely, always reassuring you that she will come back to you no matter what. She needs you to understand her devotion to the cause and the importance it bears for her. She does it all for you, so that the two of you can one day live in peace instead of being plagued by the constant danger and threats from the enforcers. She holds you tight as you sleep, whispering promises and sharing her dreams of a better future while you peacefully slumber away in her warm embrace.

I know, babygirl, I hate it too. Believe me, I hate knowing that you're always all alone at home and I hate making you worry. But this dark period won't last. Soon, we'll have our freedom and then I'll be home so often that you'll be sick of me. When the time comes, I promise to completely devote myself to you and make you the happiest girl in the world. I want us to have a good future, which means that now we have to sacrifice some things. But I need you to know that I'll never leave you. Whatever happens, I will always find my way back to you, okay? Good, I love you, baby. More than anything.

Oh, you have no idea how much GRAYSON's heart aches whenever she leaves to go to work. She absolutely hates knowing how lonely and scared you must be whenever she is away. She'll gladly write you letters whenever she has time and is overjoyed if you come to visit her at her office. She hides loving notes all over your house so that you remember how much she loves you. Grayson is very in tune with your emotions, so when you get all teary-eyed whenever she comes back home from work, her heart painfully squeezes. She cannot wait for retirement so she can completely devote herself to you but she still has goals she wants to achieve before stepping down. Until then, she will continue to show you how much she appreciates your support despite the stress and loneliness her job causes you. Grayson cherishes you so much and plans to do her best to ensure your happiness and safety before retiring and spending the rest of her life by your side.

Come here, my darling, I've missed you so much today. Oh, don't cry please, I promise I'm alright. I'm sorry I was gone for so long, you must have been lonely. I have the next weekend off, so I thought that you and I could spend some time together, just being lazy and indulging ourselves, how does that sound? Great, I cannot wait to sleep in next to you, I plan on thoroughly relaxing and making up for lost time. I can't wait to spoil you rotten, my love.

As much as CASSANDRA hates leaving you by yourself for long periods of time, such occurrences are to be expected due to her job. However, communication is something very important to her and she does her best to maintain it whenever she is with you. She lets you know that you are her priority and that she misses you just as much whenever she is away. She will send you thoughtful gifts such as flowers or clothes and whisk you away to a romantic date every now and then. Whenever you get emotional after not seeing her for a while, Cassandra will hold you in her lap and reassure you that she will always be there for you. She will tell you how much she loves you and misses you, wiping away your tears and hugging you until you've calmed down. She can be a very gentle and kind woman, especially when it comes to her darling girl.

It's okay, sweetheart, no need to cry. I'm here now, aren't I? That's right, I'm right here and I won't leave anytime soon. It's okay to be sad, I've missed you terribly these past few days. I'll hold you as long as you wish, I have longed to hold you in my arms the whole day. Did you like the chocolates I sent you? I thought you might, they taste almost as sweet as you, my darling. Ah, there's that lovely laugh, how I missed the sound of it. How I missed you, beloved.

AMBESSA finds your attachment to her cute, you're like a little puppy, always begging for her company and attention. And she has no problem giving it to you, indulging you with quality time and frequent trips. However, she is, after all, a warlord. This means that oftentimes you cannot join her on her trips because they can be too dangerous for you. As capable as she is of protecting you, Ambessa feels more at ease when knowing that you're adequately guarded and far away from any dangerous situations she may find herself in. She knows you get worried and anxious over her safety so she makes sure to always have someone notify you of her current state and situation. Always comes back home bearing gifts, ready to completely spoil her sweet girl until there are no doubts left in your pretty little head.

There you are, my darling. Oh! Eager, aren't we? That's quite alright, I missed you too, very much. Did you fare well while I was gone? I hope you didn't stay up at night worrying lest I'll have to make sure you won't be leaving the bed for the next couple of days. Although I doubt I'll let you sleep even then. There's that cute red face that I missed so much. How about we take a nice bath together and you can tell me all about what you've been up to while we're at it. After we bathe and eat, I plan on making up for lost time by thoroughly worshipping you. I brought back some... 'souvenirs' that I believe you'll like and I cannot wait to test them out on you, my sweet pet. Now, let us go, I'm eager to get you out of those pesky clothes so we better hurry along.

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