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b00kdiary · 3 months

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Could I request Azriel and Plus Size reader where they’re both new to the mate bond and she overheard Azriel and Rhys’ conversation about the “Cauldron being wrong.” She left before she was able to hear Azriel call himself a fool for even believing it for a second, knowing that he’s already kissing the ground his own mate walks on. She starts comparing herself to Elain and then starts lashing out, going to Rita’s every night and avoiding Azriel whenever she sees him.

Cauldron Blessed | Azriel

Azriel (ACOTAR) x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Mature themes (18+), swearing, body-image issues, angst, and eventual smut.

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

'The Cauldron was wrong, so wrong.'

Those words played and replayed in my mind again and again, all day, every day, for the last week.

Wrong.

He said that the Cauldron was wrong- about us, about me.

Me, his mate- wrong.

It had been an accident, me overhearing them that night, a coincidence I had decided to come home early from my girl's night with Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie. Though with the Cauldron, there was no such thing as an accident, no such thing as coincidence.

I'd waded through the House of Wind, tipsy on wine and giggling softly to myself as I banged into the walls, thumping clumsily against the art pieces hanging and tripping over my own two feet. Giddy, I had been giddy, stumbling through the halls in search of him.

Azriel, my mate.

Only a few hours apart and I missed him, yearned for him, I felt the distance as if it spanned miles and the more I drank, the more I craved him. That's all I had been thinking of when I trekked through the empty halls, closer and closer to the lounge- just of my mate.

And that's when I heard it.

"The Cauldron works in mysterious ways," Rhysand's laugh drifted out to me in the corridor, and I came to an unsteady halt at the sound. "Feyre was my salvation; I didn't expect anything good to come to me Under the Mountain."

I smiled to myself, my hand coming to my mouth, shielding any sound that threatened to slip past- Az always teased that my lips loosened when I drank too much. Instead, I lean against the cold wall, warmth filling me as he gushed about my High Lady.

They were Cauldron blessed, that was clear to see.

"I think five hundred years of waiting for her was enough, brother," Cassian snorted, and I heard the faint sound of liquor pouring into a glass, wings rustling as one of the powerful males moved. "I know I never imagined my mate as a twenty-five-year-old human female, with a bite worse than mine."

I bit my lip as Cassian laughed, a loud, bellowing sound, so full of joy, so full of content, the mere memory of Nesta, human and utterly indomitable against him something that still brought him to his knees.

"The Cauldron must have a sense of humour," Rhysand teased, and I could practically envision Cassian rolling his eyes, a vulgar gesture thrown between the two males. "Connecting people in the most unexpected pairs, in the most unexpected ways."

"Like Elain and Lucien," Cass scoffs, loudly chugging back the remnant in his glass, "There's a pair I could never have foreseen, not in a thousand years."

"Proof that the Cauldron isn't always right," Azriel muses for the first time since I arrived, and my body almost croons at the sound- low and rough, moving over me as sure as if it were his hands. "She deserves better than any male friends with Tamlin, that's for sure."

She deserves better.

It was silly I knew, for the mere mention of her, the thought of her to make me feel nauseous, make my smile instantly fade, but I couldn't help it. It was hard for me to see a female as lovely as Elain Archeron and not feel inadequate by comparison.

Another who was blessed, so lovely that she had been gifted her seer abilities by the Cauldron itself as if her beauty and delicate demeanour weren't gift enough.

"Brave words, Az," Rhys whistled, and I had to force myself to blink away the picture-perfect image I had conjured of the middle Archerson sister, forcing myself to focus on their conversation instead. "Openly opposing the Cauldron."

"Brave or stupid?" Cassian counters tauntingly, and I knew he was drunk just from how loud his voice was, practically bouncing off the walls. "You think the Cauldron makes mistakes?"

"I know it does," Azriel challenges and it was that voice, that sure, quiet demeanour that I adored and desired so fiercely. I inch closer to the door, grinning at the idea of popping out and scaring them- but then he says it.

Says the thing that makes me stop dead in my tracks, makes my heart stop dead in my chest.

"Look at me and Y/N," Azriel sighs, and there's no joy, or adoration or yearning in his voice in memory of me, not like Rhys or Cass- no, there's dread. "The Cauldron made us mates... the Cauldron was wrong, so wrong."

There's a loud crack that echoes through the room, and it's that sound, and the feel of sharp debris against my palm, that pulls me from my memories. I blink through the tears, looking down at the crumbling marble sink, the corner pieces breaking off into my hands.

I sob through my teeth at the sight, small cuts leaking stark red blood down my fingers as I bring my hands to my chest. I can't see the looking- glass before me, not through the haze of tears, tears so strong it's as if I were made of them.

As if they had become a part of me.

It was all I had done the past week, cry and cry and cry- and avoid Azriel.

Every morning I skip training and breakfast, feigning fatigue or a full stomach, just so I wouldn't see him there. Each afternoon I'd get lost in the stacks and stacks of books in the library, so vast and endless that Azriel never stood a chance of finding me in the maze.

And at night I'd find solace wherever I could find a drink- Rita's, taverns, the Music Quarter, anywhere. Anywhere but at home, anywhere that I didn't have to see him.

I couldn't bear it, couldn't bear the sight of his face, even now the thought of his tilted smile, the beam of his soft hazel eyes, the touch of his scared hands and wild shadows, it made my whole body wrecked with sobs.

I couldn't bear any of it anymore- because none of it was real.

Every smile and touch, every kiss and moment where our bodies joined as one, where he confessed his love and devotion to me, it wasn't real. Azriel thought we were wrong, a mistake, a confusion, just wrong.

My hands shook as I wiped the tears from my cheeks, rougher than necessary, blood-smearing, but I was tired of tears, I was tired of crying, of feeling so unworthy. I was unworthy of him; he was beautiful inside and out and deserved so much better than me.

I sniffed as I lifted my gaze to the looking glass before me, and my heart hurt at the reflection, knowing that this was what Azriel saw, that this was why he knew the Cauldron was wrong. Every curve and roll and inch of flesh that I had, all of it, it was all wrong.

And I hated myself for it.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I take a step back and then another step, away from the reflection that taunted me, and mocked me, before forcing myself to look away. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat as I moved across the cold floor of my bathing suit, my body desperate for my bed.

And as I step over the door's threshold, and back into my old room in the House of Wind, I know it's not the same as when I had left it ten minutes ago.

He was here.

"Azriel," I gasped, halting at the sight of him- sat on the edge of my bed, his broad shoulders and powerful wings rising sharply at the sound of my voice, those hazel eyes meeting mine and filling with something honeyed and warm. "Wha- what are you doing here?"

He rises from the bed, elegant and still, his shadows dancing around him at the feel of my presence, the scent of my skin, and I shiver as he watches me, keen eyes gracing my stiff figure.

"Y/N," He sounds almost relieved as he says my name and my breath is caught in my lungs as I stay rooted to my spot, and he seems to sense my unease, as he doesn't move any closer to me. "You've been staying here for a week now; I missed you at home."

Home- the apartment we shared in town together, a cosy space that we had made our own.

Another thing I couldn't bear to face.

"I've been catching up with the girls," I say quietly, ripping my eyes from him and walking forward on numb legs. I tug at the hem of my nightshirt, his nightshirt I had stolen, feeling too bare before him and his eyes narrow at the movement. "It's just easier to sleep here when we have plans every day."

As spymaster it was Azriel's job to scrutinise, to observe and I felt every single part of that slot into place as he watched me now, watched as I moved toward the bed. I wasn't looking at him, I couldn't hold his stare- and he couldn't figure out why.

His shadows dance through the room, through the distance between us and I jolt, biting my lip when one brushes against my bare thigh- before scurrying back to Azriel in surprise. He inhales a sharp breath when his shadow whispers to him, telling him that something is wrong, I was wrong.

"I know you've been spending time with the girls," Azriel continues slowly, his voice tentative and soft as I move to the other side of the bed, furthest from where he stood. "I just feel like I haven't seen you at all... I miss you, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

A sob threatened to rip from me at the name, so soft, so endearing on his lips and it took everything in me to not fall apart at that moment, to not crumble under the weight of it all. I shake my head, my back turned to him now and he watches as I tug back the duvet, my actions angry now.

"It's only been a week Azriel," I breathe through my clenched teeth, my tone so at odds with his and my body locking tighter at the sound of his impending footsteps. "Sometimes space can be good, it can be eye-opening, show us things we don't want to admit but know deep down."

My words hit him head-on, like a slap across the face- I don't need to see him to know it, I can tell just from the stillness in the room, the silence, so strong that even his shadows have withered.

I clench my eyes at the feeling, at the touch that strokes against my soul, him reaching out to me through the mating bond- and me slamming up every wall I have to keep him away.

"What does that mean?!"

I don't hear him until he's right behind me and when his large hand touches the small of my back, I jolt, stumbling into the bed to get away from it. I turn on shaking legs to face him, and I'm pressed into the mattress to keep the distance.

"What? Y/N-" His face pales, and I see the pain in his eyes, unlike anything I had ever witnessed from him before. It was raw, vulnerable as if five hundred years of existence couldn't hide the hurt, knowing that I had flinched from his touch, flinched from him.

A rejection- something he feared the most.

"Sweetheart, please, I don't understand," He shook his head, his beautiful face twisted into an agonised frown, and his voice trembled, weak, as weak as the hand that now reached for me, shaking as if scared to touch me. "Why won't you let me touch you? Why are you pulling away from me, why-"

He stops, and for a moment I think it's because of the tears steadily leaking down my face, the way my bottom lip trembles with the effort to hold myself together- but it's not. His nose flared, and the hazel in his eyes turned dark, narrowing down upon my hands.

"You're bleeding," He mumbles hoarsely and the pain in my chest triples when his scarred hands inch closer, my eyes fluttering shut the second he touches me, holding my palms in his and examining the small cuts. "What happened, sweetheart-"

"Don't! Don't- don't call me that, don't touch me," I croak out, my voice breaking and Azriel flinches at the cry in my voice, wings rustling when I yank my hands-free from his hold, as if his touch burned me. "Stop pretending, stop making me think you care, just-just stop."

"I don't understand, what do you mean pretending-" He pleads, his voice splintering, and I can see him thrumming with emotion, desperate to reach out to me, to hold me, but trying to respect what I had asked him. "I don't understand, help me understand what I did wrong-"

"I know how you feel about me, a-about us," I sob, my weak hands coming to my face, and I cry into them, so loud that nothing can muffle them, and I feel Azriel's' helplessness down the bond, still reaching for me, "It was cruel, to make me think-to make me think you loved me-"

"I do love you!" He snarls and my eyes snap open when I feel the familiar roughness of his hands against my wet cheeks, his grip unrelenting and needing as he draws me to him- and I don't have the strength to fight him. "Of course, I love you, why would you say that?"

His thumbs brush away the tears that won't stop leaking from my cheeks and somehow my fingers have found purchase in the material of his shirt, nails digging desperately, clutching him as tightly as he held me.

"You said it was wrong," I whisper, the words slurring in my throat, and I force my heavy eyes to his, force myself to look into those teary hazel eyes and confront him, with the burden I had been carrying alone this whole time. "You said that we were wrong, that the Cauldron was wrong."

His forehead creases, lines forming between the thick, dark brows as he peers down at me, and his hands don't release me, if anything they draw me closer.

And I see the moment realisation hits him, like ice-cold water seeping through his veins.

"I heard you talking to Rhys and Cass, you said we were proof," I gasp, feeling his shadows curl and wreath around my wrists and fingers, as if afraid to let go, as if trying to comfort me as I sniff. "You said we were proof that the Cauldron could be wrong, so wrong."

"I didn't mean you, Y/N, I would never mean you," He beseeches, his breath caressing my face, my lips and his eyes are so intense, so vibrant that I can't look away, "I didn't mean you, I meant me, I'm wrong!"

I suck in a harsh breath at his outburst and I feel it then- the self-deprecation, the vulnerability, the fear, it was all aimed at himself, it was all about him.

The silence stretches on as we stare at each other and my face must hold every ounce of my surprise and confusion, because he sighs, his forehead resting against mine. I see his wings sag behind him, as if defeated.

"I don't know how much you heard but I did not mean that the Cauldron was wrong to pair you with me," He mutters, his words unsteady, and my eyes flutter shut at his words, "I meant that the Cauldron was wrong to pair me with you- the Cauldron has blessed me but forsaken you."

"Azriel-" I gasped, and it was now my hand that lifted between us, my hand that cupped his stubbled cheek, forcing his eyes to mine. "That's not true, I'm not forsaken, I'm blessed, I'm Cauldron-blessed, Mother-blessed to have you-"

"Y/N you deserve the world, the sun and the moon and the stars," Azriel's voice breaks, a sob gurgling in his throat as he nestles against my palm, now wet with his tears. "I have spent five hundred years being unworthy of anything, and now that I have you, I will spend the next five hundred being unworthy of you."

He felt unworthy of me, he thought that he did not deserve me.

"Don't say that don't- you've given me the world and more," I shake my head, forcing every inch of surety and strength into my voice, "I love you, so much, so much that the thought of you thinking we were wrong, it killed me Az, because you're all I need."

He shakes his head against my hold, but his hands slip down my back, down my waist and to my hips and thighs, fingers digging into my flesh, holding onto my meat for leverage and pressing my soft body against his firm one for dear life.

"Not once did I ever think you were the problem, I thought it was me," His brow furrows deeper at my words, and I see the denial in his eyes, in his face, "I see a male who is beautiful inside and out, who is powerful and skilled, who has been a saviour to this Court in so many ways and I can't come close, I can't ever be equal to that Az."

"Y/N, no-" He growls, nails carving crescent moons into my flesh.

"I'm not a warrior like Nesta or a ruler like Feyre," I continue, and I open up the walls I erected to keep him out from my soul and mind, letting the mating bond flow freely again- to let him see all I had thought these few days. "I'm not beautiful like Elain... I'm not enough."

"You are everything," He hisses, and I can feel his overwhelming pain as sure as if it were my own as he graces over my feelings and thoughts- as he takes in every disgusting, horrific thing I had thought about myself, about my body. "You are everything and more to me, Y/N."

Power flashes through his eyes and then his head ducks toward me, capturing my lips in his.

Time seems to slow when his lips meet mine in a gentle collision, the kind of impact that steals the breath from my lungs, the kind I can't get enough of. Azriel grumbles at the taste of wine on my mouth, his tongue lapping at mine as if devouring the sweetness.

"Azriel," I sigh, like putty in his capable hands, and like always, he's skilled with how he handles my body, so easily turning us so my legs hit the mattress, my body weightless as he lifts me to sit on the edge.

"I have seen you navigate politics and arrogant High Lords in a way that has us all on our knees," He mutters against my lips, and I croon at the feel of his hands languishing up my thighs and hips, squeezing the flesh, his eyes dark with desire now.

His nose brushes against my cheek, so bare, as he kisses and trails his tongue along my jaw, moving down my neck and I can't do anything but moan softly as he lies me flat on my back, his powerful body towering over me, covering me wholly.

"I have seen you cut down soldiers triple your size as if they were little more than weeds in a field," His canines scrape against the racing pule-point at my neck and my eyes flutter, neck exposing for him and back arching when his hand cups my breast over my shirt.

He settles between my thighs, and he groans when his hard length brushes my wet core, the smell of arousal heavy in the air, the kind of stimulation that made us both dizzy with need. I arch my hips up to meet him, needing to feel something, anything from him.

"And I have seen males and females alike marvel at your beauty, at your body, desiring to see you without a scrap of clothing on," Azriel's voice turns furious, dark, as if the mere thought of someone else seeing me naked made him violent, honed to kill.

"Az, please," I mewl, fingers clawing at his back, feeling the muscles ripple under my touch, his shadows in a frenzy, caressing and dancing and wreathing around my body, feeding off every moan that escaped me. "I need you Az, please."

He presses long, wet kisses against my jugular and I sigh in relief when I feel his body shift, hips lifting and the sound of a belt clinking as he unhooks his slacks, freeing his hard length from within.

"I love you, sweetheart," His head lifts, face tight with sincerity and I can feel the thumping of his heart against mine, those intense eyes capturing me wholly. "I love all of you, I love all that you are-"

"Body," His fingers hook into my underwear, and I gasp as he tugs the wet material to the side, fingers brushing my clit.

"Mind," Our sounds meld as he rubs the tip of his cock against me, parting my folds, spreading my arousal from my entrance to my clit, and his breathing deepens as I whimper.

"And soul." He pushes into my entrance, stretching me just from the tip and automatically, my thighs clamp around his hips and my back arches at the feeling of him.

"I love you, Y/N," He pushes in until his long, thick length hits my cervix and my cunt is stretched thoroughly, throbbing around him. I trace my hands up his arms, nails scratching along every muscle, every strong, lean plane of him.

"I love you too, Azriel," I whisper back, and when my eyes flutter open, I see him above me and I know that nothing else, no one else could feel this right.

He doesn't move, merely staring down at me, his eyes burning like embers- feeling the thought as intensely as I did.

The Cauldron was right, so right.

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dreorig · 8 months

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Oh wow, you just happen to be taller and broader than your mercenary boyfriend!

[ deadpool x dom male reader | nsfw under the cut | had this sitting in my drafts for a while now so uhhh forgive any mistakes :P ]

First things first. He thinks that's so hot of you.

He brags about you to everyone. Everyone. Random people, someone's he's fighting with, a friend; they all will hear about how handsome and tall Wade's boyfriend is.

Wade gets heart eyes when you both are in public and you hold his waist or hug him from behind. A subtle possessive squeeze on him will also do the job.

Wade will steal your clothes. He is 6'2, do you seriously think he'd ever have another chance to feel smaller in someone else's clothes anytime soon? Yeah, he's not losing this chance.

How many times can he ask to arm wrestle with you until you threaten to cut his vocal chords?

"So we can't get to decide what we're getting for dinner and we both want different things..." "Wade—" "There's only one way to solve this situation..." "Wade. No." "ARM WRESTLING!" "NO."

You will give him piggy backs and carry him around in bridal style either you like it or not. It's a demand.

He jumps at you randomly. First time he did that he jumped from behind, but you didn't know that was him, so your instincts made you grab that apparently stranger and throw him across the room, making him hit a wall. Wade fell even more for you right then and there.

Wade was mesmerised. You desperate; so you ran towards him, already chanting an infinite amount of sorry's. "Shit. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to—" your apology was interrupted by the sound of Wade's laugh, which took you aback a little. Wade jumped to his feet and into your arms, this time you caught him properly. He wrapped his legs around your waist and arms around your neck, his chest still trembling with laughter. "Do you know how unbelievably hot that was? Never stop manhandling me."

Wade can reach the top shelves just fine but will ask you to grab the things instead. He just wants to enjoy his tall dog privilege.

He will always go to the gym with you if he's not busy re-killing former US presidents, slaughtering some asshole or pestering Logan. Hell, Wade loves to see your muscles flexing and your sweaty self after a good workout.

Asking you to pick him up (like this) became a part of your workout routine. He giggles and melts in your hold because he loves the fact that you pick him off the ground so effortlessly, like he's a piece of paper.

Fuck him doggy style and slap his ass with your big hands and you'll hear the loudest moan ever.

So loud you'll probably need to slip a few fingers inside his mouth to keep him shut. You don't need any neighbours hearing what's yours only.

You know what they say about big hands, eh? Wade knows it better than anyone and God, he loves the way you stretch him. Naturally he's got a high pain tolerance, so you being big and making him see things without having to use a toy is just perfect.

Doesn't mean you never use toys, tho. Fuck Wade's face and make him gag on your big cock while he has a dildo deep inside him, he'll give you the biggest puppy eyes ever as he humps on your leg.

You reminding him of your size difference never fails to make him wet. Never fucking fails. Tell him he should stand in front of you to get a better view since you're taller and he won't hide the fact that his underwear is already stained with pre-cum.

No marks such as love bites will stay on Wade's body due to his healing factor, much to his and your dislike, but eventually you found a way to claim him as yours — he's got to wear one of your shirts while you so relentlessly fuck him and even after you're done. Your scent and sweat that lingers on the fabric make Wade's head spin, often leading him to beg for you to fuck him once again.

Plus wearing your clothes just feels right. The way they're always oversized on him serves to remind him of how much bigger you are. He's got a size kink, he can't help it.

"Aren't you my little bitch?" you increased your pace. "Fuck, yes, yes," he pushed his hips down, meeting your thrusts. "Did I fuck you dumb? Use your damn words," you growled in his ear. Wade's cock throbbed at that. He was indeed beginning to think you fucked him dumb, yet he replied, "Arghh— yes, shit, yes, I'm your little bitch~" "Yeah, that's right. Let me show you how a real man treats a little bitch like you," you slapped his ass so hard even your own hand burned a little. Wade came right away without even having to touch his cock this time. How many times was it now? Not that he cared, he just wanted more, more, more. You chuckled, pleased with your own work. "Look at what a slap can do to a little bitch in heat." Wade wasn't sure of what you really said, but his ears caught "little bitch in heat" and he smiled dumb, more than happy to know he was your little bitch in heat.

#ak.writes #wade.#deadpool x male reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson x male reader #wade wilson x reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader

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obsessivevoidkitten · 8 months

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A Lovesick Leviathan

Male Leviathan x Gender Neutral Slime Reader (CW: Painless noncon, inhuman reader, size difference, kidnapping, magical branding, temporarily frozen reader, general yandere behavior, minor character death, extreme violence towards minor character) Word count: 3.3k (Piece developed with a lot of input and help from @maxog3n, they also did the amazing art posted with this piece. I am sorry this took so long, but really hope you all enjoy it.)

Screams of pain, some ominous cracking sounds, and then silence.

Auggie let out a defeated sigh as he peeled the body of the human he had just fucked to death off of his cock, their pulverized insides mixed with his blue cum and leaking out everywhere.

Like the others that had died to his amorous pursuits, he hadn’t meant to kill them. In fact, he had loved each one of them and wanted them to be his mate. He carefully determined a suitable candidate, brought them home against their will, and eventually couldn’t contain his lust anymore and fucked them.

The problem was that he was not human. He was a leviathan and his massive member was simply too huge, both long and thick, and his thrusts were powerful. None survived even a single round with him.

He shed a tear as he buried his latest victim.

Then he wiped it away and immediately regained his usual jovial composure. That’s okay, they just weren’t “the one”. He had to expect these kinda snags every now and then if he was going to put himself out on the market.

It was just how dating worked.

Auggie decided that he needed to clear his mind and leave his shack for a while. Get some fresh air. Maybe he would add to his collection of items. Much like a mermaid, leviathans like him hoarded trinkets and baubles.

He made the decision to hit up the old abandoned building a few miles up the coast from his seaside abode. He did not know what the building had once been for, but he was very adventurous and was always looking for new stuff to add to his collection of treasures or materials to extend his shack with.

The leviathan definitely didn’t feel like going into town. Sure, the humans all fled and he could take whatever he wanted, but he did not want to deal with the panicked screams. Plus, he had already done that a dozen times, he wanted to explore somewhere new. And besides, the town was a lot farther than the abandoned facility and he didn’t feel like being out too late. Not with the long he had.

Auggie left the confines of his ramshackle house, and waded into the water, the blood from his previous “mate” leaving a faint trail of blood behind him as he swam up the coast towards his destination.

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You were thrilled, your home was finally starting to feel cozy. Or whatever passed as cozy for a saltwater slime.

Spending all your life in the water just did not appeal to you, the surface was just so fascinating. You had spent a little time among some open-minded humans, but you longed to be closer to the sea.

So when you found a brine filled desalination plant completely abandoned for you to do with as you pleased you knew you had found a home from which you could explore the surrounding land and retreat to should the need arise.

It had taken a while, a little over a month, for you to tidy the place up and get things how you liked it. You had decorated the place with seashells, dead corals, and current smoothed glass to make everything feel more natural. You had even covered the first floor with a thick layer of sand!

Everything was perfect.

Just when you were admiring the work you had finally completed when you heard the stomping of a large animal of some type approaching.

You peered out the window and gasped.

A huge… thing… approached.

You had no idea what he could be. You only assumed it was a he because of the giant uncut cock flopping from below the most tiny and useless loincloth imaginable.

The lumbering behemoth had a chubby build, striking blue skin, scales from his ankles to his knees and from his wrists to his elbows, he had fins where a human’s ears would be, sharp teeth, and his dark medium length hair wasn’t hair at all, but instead a writing mass of tentacles.

He came closer and closer to the desalination facility, your home, it was clear it was his intent to enter and not just pass by like you had hoped.

The best option was to hide yourself. Luckily you were crystal clear, like gooey water, and could camouflage yourself easily.

There were many steel barrels along the wall to catch water from a sometimes leaky roof, you decided to hop in, even if he peeped in all you would just blend right in with the water that was in it.

Seconds after you got in you heard the door creak open.

Auggie took a few steps in and looked around the place, getting a handle of his surroundings.

The place had sand everywhere. And dried corals, shells, and smooth glass everywhere. Odd. It clearly wasn’t as abandoned as it had appeared to be from outside.

Maybe there was a potential mate here! If he wanted to find his soul mate he knew he had to be open minded about finding his partner wherever they may happen to meet.

And whoever called this place home had an aesthetic he enjoyed. They lived in a run down building not entirely unlike his shack, they were opportunistic like he was and they decorated the place to be like the ocean from which he originated.

He was sure he would get along well with whoever lived here.

You could not see him from your current position in the barrel, but you could hear him walking around and sniffing as if hunting for something.

Auggie explored every nook and cranny, using his sensitive nose to guide him, but even though it was clear as day that someone was using this as a home he could detect no scent other than that of saltwater.

Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to return to his original mission, seeking out trinkets for his treasure hoard and possibly materials to build with.

He found some rope and used it to tie some sheets of metal to his back, but other than that he hadn’t found much for his home. Carrying these he wouldn’t be able to swim back, he’d have to walk back at a leisurely pace.

Auggie started to head towards the doors to leave, as he did you heard the sound of his footsteps retreating and were so relieved.

But it was premature, he was disappointed in his haul so he took one last glance around the room just in case he missed something. He spied some pristine barrels in the corner. He could always use a nice new barrel!

The giant invader found one that was full of water, likely from that storm last night, it was pretty hot and since he had to walk back a refreshing splash of water would be nice and cooling should he need it on the return trip home.

You panicked as you and the water around you sloshed as he picked up the container that was currently serving as your hiding place. But your only option was to remain hidden for as long as you possibly could and make a break for it when you could.

Despite not having a traditional stomach you still felt very nauseous at being jostled with every step your unwitting kidnapper made. With how you were disoriented, you could not even give an accurate estimate of how long you had been in your current predicament, what was probably just thirty or forty minutes felt like unending hours.

Finally the moving about came to a stop, maybe he was home, maybe he would leave the container outside to use for water collection, you dared to hope. But these hopes were short lived as the behemoth lifted the container up and poured it over himself to cool off, causing you to tumble out in your default humanoid shape and reflexively grab on to whatever you could to prevent falling.

Whatever you could grab was the man who invaded your home, your gel-like arms around his broad shoulders.

You stared at each other for a moment until Auggie got a slight blush that was quickly replaced by a huge grin, revealing two rows of razor sharp teeth.

A brand new romantic interest just fell right into his lap! Well, you weren’t on his lap yet, but there would be time for that soon enough.

When you had recovered from the shock of being dumped directly on to this strange blue man you pushed yourself off of him and fell to the ground with a wet plop.

You started running.

“Hey wait! That’s really rude! I haven’t decided if I’m your boyfriend yet!!!”

What the hell was wrong with this guy? You heard him utter some strange mystic sounding words before hearing an odd whoosh and suddenly you felt indescribably heavy. Your vision frosted over and you fell over. Hard.

Everything was so cold, you couldn’t move at all! You had been completely frozen, evidently this crazy man had ice magic. Just your luck.

“Don’t worry, I am pretty sure I will be your boyfriend! I liked all the décor in your former home. We have so much more in common than the people I normally date!”

He walked up to you slowly, picked you up carefully, and then placed you back in the barrel he had been unwittingly hauling you in.

This manner of being handled was… humiliating to say the least.

Once again you were jostled around in the barrel, now without water and with more pain in your newly acquired solidified form. It was so restrictive. You were used to being more free moving than what a solid being was capable of and now here you were completely paralyzed.

Once again, the trip felt like it was taking an eternity. Except now it was worse, as every second was punctuated by the deep seated fear of what may become of you when the journey ended.

You also were forced to contend with the large man’s non-stop talking.

“I’m Auggie! I am so glad we met. I think it was probably fate. Like we were meant to find each other! I haven't met many slimes before. Only a couple times when swimming and I couldn’t see them well enough in the water to bring them back to date…”

You tuned Auggie out after a while. He just wouldn’t stop talking about how happy he was and how he had been in need of a new partner.

Finally you thawed out enough to talk, though you were still too stiff to move quickly.

“What is wrong with you!? We are NOT dating!!”

“Oh~ You have such a lovely voice! I am so happy to hear it. We are definitely dating now so I can hear you talk everyday~”

He hummed happily as he continued about his merry way, leaving your objection completely unacknowledged.

“Excuse me!? I just said we are NOT dating!!”

Though the words he spoke were… demented… he said them in the same happy go lucky jovial tone with which he had been speaking, “Don’t be silly, of course we are. I already was sure I would like you based on your home and with us both being sea critters, but after hearing your voice I simply can’t be without you~ I am so sorry if I implied you have a choice!”

After letting out a defeated whimper you went silent.

Auggie continued babbling about all the stuff the two of you would do together. As your destination approached he started running, he was just so eager to get you nice and settled in your brand new home.

You grunted in annoyance as you were bounced about in your glorified bucket.

“Oh. Heh heh. Sorry, I just got carried away.”

He slowed down to a brisk walk the rest of the way.

“We’re here!” He shouted in a chipper manner. For a totally psychotic kidnapper hellbent on forcing you to be in a relationship he sure was cheerful.

The barrel was placed down with a thud before he pulled you out. You were thawed to the point of being like a slurry and his warm hands felt rather nice.

Though you’d still rather be anywhere else.

You saw his home and were shocked, how could anyone live in something like this? It was a towering mass of junk. Large slabs of metal and wood cobbled together. It was actually kinda impressive how structurally sound it appeared to be despite the building materials used in its construction.

Auggie slung your chilled form over his shoulders without warning, eliciting a startled sound from you.

He opened the doors and set you down on a rugged chair that was clearly meant for beings around your size. Humans.

How many people had been forced to accept Auggie as their “boyfriend”. Were you going to die here?

You took stock of your surroundings, if you were ever going to escape you would need to know potential weapons, escape routes, and hiding places.

But honestly you didn’t even know where to start, the building was huge as it was meant for such a large being like Auggie. And it seemed like he had the same inclinations as mermen when it came to collecting objects of interest. Though instead of valuables like coins, gems, and shells Auggie seemed to be interested in… a different sort of collection.

Mounted on the wall as if some sort of poster was a set of doors that read “Tony’s Bar and Bistro”. Standing in the corner was a surfboard that looked as if a bite had been taken out of it with a lifebuoy around it. Other items strewn about the place included a slot machine, street signs, and a child’s tricycle.

There were random items in all sorts of places.

The ceiling was no exception. Hanging upside down from the ceiling, above even Auggie’s head, were several random and out of place items. Though the strangest of all was a… parking meter? You couldn’t be sure, you had only stealthily visited a human city a couple times.

None of this stuff helped you though, and it seemed the only way out was through the large front door.

Without any warning Auggie crouched down in front of you and stared intensely with a smug grin.

“I bet right now you are thinking of ways to leave aren’t cha? Without even giving our love a chance! Don’t worry I will take the burden of worrying about freedom away!”

He held his webbed pointer finger to your chest and muttered a complex incantation. You didn’t notice it before but he had a tattoo in the shape of a trident on his thigh, it glowed with a blue light as he uttered his spell and suddenly you had a matching tattoo marked on your chest.

It didn’t harm you at all, but his wicked grin coupled with the mark’s magical origins worried you.

“Wh-what’s that…?”

“Do you like it? It’s my brand! It means you’re alllll mine~”

You gave a face of disgust.

“It’s okay if you don’t believe it yet, some people are just slower learners. That’s okay.”

Your only reply was to glare at him silently.

“You’re never leaving me.”

You chose to just keep shooting him an angry look. It didn’t matter what he thought, you would slip away at the first opportunity. You were a slime, slippery and versatile, there were very few ways you could be contained long term. And he couldn’t just keep re-freezing you every single time you bolted.

“Haha, what? Don’t believe me dummy? Okay then… go ahead…”

With a smirk he got up and went to the door, holding it wide open for you.

“Go on, leave.”

He gestured you out the door and you didn’t hesitate, maybe he thought he could freeze you, or close the door, or push you back somehow, but were prepared for anything. You were positive that the smug expression was wiped from his face as you took on a taller and slimmer shape and zipped on by before he could react.

You got maybe all of 15ft. away from the shack before you were yanked back by some invisible force and landed on the ground.

“What th-”

You heard the heavy footsteps of your captor approach from behind.

“Have you caught on yet cutie? I told you, you’re allll mine~ My little mark on you ties you to me, you will never be able to go very far.”

For the first time that day you truly felt despair. The thought you could get away was the sole barrier that had prevented you from giving in to the filling of hopelessness that now threatened to consume you, but that was gone now. You were left with nothing but soul crushing helplessness… that and Auggie.

He scooped you up and carried you back to his house laying you in his large and rather decadent bed, a stark contrast to the ramshackle state of the rest of his home.

Auggie stood by the bed and positioned your legs to hang off of it, you guessed at what he was planning but were too caught up in your sense of doom and despair to react properly or mount even the slightest resistance.

“Awww, don’t be sad darlin’, this’ll be fun!” He chuckled with his normal sense of joy and lack of care for what anyone else wanted.

The leviathan stroked his cock to its staggering full length and lined it up between your legs.

You did not have an entrance there. Slimes simply absorbed plankton or other nutrient sources through their membranes and deposited what was indigestible in the same manner, and there was no conventional reproductive system. Slimes of your type would meet, partially join limbs, and create an egg.

But that sure didn’t stop Auggie from penetrating you anyway.

Luckily your slime body was extremely durable and felt little pain from such actions. He slammed into you right through your membrane, gripping your sides as he pulled you down to the base. His blue precum leaked into your body, leaving blue streaks where it dissolved.

He moved you back and forth like a fleshlight, like you were just some toy for his pleasure, not a living being with your own agency.

You were entirely limp in his hands, just a nice gooey warmth around his cock, feeling neither pleasure or pain from his ever increasing thrusts.

No, as you stared up at him, being moved back and forth on his cock, the only thing you felt was an uncomfortable pressure. And an overwhelming sense of violation.

Finally he pushed in as far as he could, his dick drilling all the way into your head as he unleashed his glowing blue cum into you. He let out a relaxed sigh as his cock lay inside you throbbing, still drooling more and more seed into you from his huge nuts.

Auggie finally pulled out of you, his semen had made your entire body swell considerably and it turned you from clear and transparent to a bright and faintly glowing blue as your body absorbed it like food.

“Oooh, you took my cock so well and became even prettier! It definitely means you’re meant for me! And it looks like my cum is good food for my gooey little darling too~ Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to feed you plenty EVERY. DAY.”

Your existence as a slime, what once granted you versatility and mobility. What you considered a blessed existence better than being a restrained solid, was now the cause of your loss of any freedom.

Because now that Auggie was in love with a mate that his cock couldn’t kill he was never going to let you go.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere x reader #monster boyfriend #yandere monster #gender neutral reader #yandere boyfriend #male yandere #male yandere x gn reader #my ocs #My OC Auggie

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diorsbrando · 8 months

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QUIET PERCEPTION. ( neuvillette )

neuvillette x plus size!fem!reader

cw ━━ ! minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is written as plus sized/thick, and also as a black woman but you do not have to imagine it as such, anyone is welcome to read. fiancé!reader. just fluffy, lovey dovey stuff <3 neuvi still actively trying to understand him being completely in love with you and the fact you love him back. neuvillette is (un)intentionally is romantic and charming. use of endearment terms in french ( i so desperately wanted to be creative with pet names but i'm still tryna get a read on his character so i decided to play it safe LMAO). some locations (i.e. where neuvilette lives) may not be canon; i just pulled info from different sites. somewhat proofread.

word count ━━ ! 2.06k

notes ━━ ! this'll be something short n sweet <3 i could have sworn that i've written about a genshin character before but looking back, it seems as if i was mistaken :D i definitely have several concepts/wips about genshin charas but i never got to finish them so . . . . here's to my first genshin piece 🥂 i imagined my first would be abt zhongli or diluc ( bc i adore them until the end of time ) but fate has changed <3 this handsome gorgeous man came out of nowhere and captured my heart and won't let go. @gabzlovesu , i actually did it :)

THE STEADY STREAM OF pouring water was the only constant sound that resonated throughout the spacious estate of the Chief Justice of Fontaine. The extravagant windows had the blinds drawn, so the luminescence of the moon was free to shine as it pleased, and take a peek inside the many walls of the home of the ludex.

Inside the master bedroom laid the Chief Justice himself, and you, his dearest fiancé, wrapped securely and loving in his arms.

Well, you were wrapped in his arms.

The space where you were previously laid would soon be vacant, as you found yourself having odd, after-midnight cravings of a certain kind of tea. Despite your obvious sleepiness and exhaustion, your brain would not rest, and kept generating memories about the last time you've had the pleasure to make yourself this beverage and imagined how good it would taste at this hour of the night.

When all is quiet, in sound and in mind, one would have more of an opportunity to really savor something. You reasoned that the tea was bound to taste even better if you drank it now, which was all the motivation you needed to gently maneuver yourself from underneath your fiancé's rather anchored hold on you. It took you quite some time to do so because you didn't want to wake him up. For someone that worked the way he did, he deserved as much undisturbed rest as possible.

Adjusting the bonnet on your head, you slid your bare feet into your slippers that sat at the corner of your bed. The hard marble and tile floors were a lot colder at night when they couldn't be warmed up by the rays of the sun.

You took your time making your way to the kitchen and pantry area. The manner in which you ambled about the corridors━ your cream colored night gown wading at your ankles, flowing with each step you took━ made you akin to a ghost in a haunted mansion.

Once you reached your destination, you went straight ahead and grabbed all the ingredients you would need at a leisurely pace, taking more fulfillment in making a simple cup of tea than you normally do. Usually, you would have thought the whole process was annoyingly long-winded, but this time it was different.

Maybe it's because it was quiet. Your mind was quiet. Your heart was quiet; there was no rush. You allowed yourself to relax, to bask in the tranquility of the moment.

The soft clinks of metal and porcelain, as well as the delicate sound of your humming voice, were added onto the noises of the rushing fountains.

All of the noises were symphonious with each other, to the point where they all merged into one. Soon you were entirely engulfed in your current task and the little noises that filled the air.

And perhaps too engrossed, because you were unable to sense the presence of Neuvillette, who had shifted slightly in his sleep only to notice you had disappeared. He wouldn't be able to, or want to admit it, but the bed you shared turned out to be a little colder in your absence.

"So, here you were," he questioned as he entered, holding a candle in his hand. His voice was a huskier than normal, most likely because he had just woken up from his slumber. You have come to believe over time that the sound of Neuvillette's voice, especially when it was thick with sleep, was the most soothing and melodious sound you would ever have the pleasure of hearing.

Even now, you had to bite back a grin, for the sound of his somewhat deeper voice, and the nature of his statement, caused a giddy feeling to erupt in your stomach. The sensation crawled from your gut and spread across your body like an electric current, and generated a bashful warmth in your face.

"Here, I am," your cheeky reply flowed smoothly from your lips, briefly looking back at him for a moment before grabbing the cocoa powder. "And here I thought I had been as quiet as a church mouse when getting out of bed. Seems I was unfortunately mistaken." The faintest gasp arose from your throat when you suddenly felt your fiancé's body behind you, gently pressing against your back in an effort to embrace you once more.

The Chief Justice knew how to explain and rationalize a lot of things on a many broad subjects, in and outside of the Opera Epiclese of the Fontaine court. But he was at a loss when it came to humans━ specifically and especially when it came to you.

Articulating his feelings for you, trying to fully understand why you felt this way about him in return, and just why he always felt more content when you were this close to him were some things he admittedly struggled to find logical solutions to.

Neuvillette's lips were a hair's breadth away from the upper part of your ear so when he hummed, goosebumps almost immediately erected on the surface of your deep, chestnut skin. His voice, now even lower than before, and the large palm he placed on your torso, startled you to a degree where you nearly spilt all the powder on the counter.

"You should recall how light a sleeper I am. Alas, your attempt to be inconspicuous was all for naught. I'm afraid that nearly anyone would have awoken from all the rustling that resulted from your movements."

You couldn't stop the soft laugh that tumbled past your lips at his subtle jab at your inability to be sneaky. Hearing him say anything resembling a joke at another's expense was certainly rare. "I suppose you're right. It seems my eagerness for tea dulled my usually agile movements."

This time Neuvillette chuckled and shook his head a bit, and his small smile stretched into a wider one when he heard you laugh along with him. The heart that resided in his chest pumped faster and with much more force whenever he heard the sound. He could listen to it all day.

"I'm sorry I woke you up though. I've disturbed you from getting the proper rest you need." You felt the need to apologize, even though it was unlikely your white haired fiancé would ever be upset with your for something like that. "Even more so because I am fully aware of the long day you have ahead of you tomorrow."

Without warning, Neuvillette proceeded to wrap both of his arms around your abdomen and pulled you even closer to his chest. You could feel the ridges and dips of his rather defined and etched stature through the thin satin of your night gown. With little force and much care, he turned you around to that you were now facing him, leaving you no choice but to pause in the stirring of your tea. His hands rested lovingly on your hips and your backside was pressed firmly against the counter.

The space between the two of you remained nonexistent.

"I, too, am aware of the day that awaits me in several hours. But please, do not apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for."

You were about to reply but Neuvillette silenced whatever it was your were going to say next when he leaned down slightly, and captured your lips in a delicate but amorous kiss. In reality it didn't last for more than three seconds, but to you, in your own little world with this man you got to claim as yours, it felt like it lasted much, much longer.

The effect of time seeming like it slowed down felt even more real when the two of you broke away from each other, and his silvery lavender eyes peered into yours. "Truthfully, I don't mind losing a bit of sleep....if it means that I don't have to wait until the morning to have you look at me like this, and hear your voice again."

Your eyes widened a fraction, not expecting him to say something so affectionate or romantic unprovoked. A fond smile tugged on the corners of your lips, already knowing your mind would be replaying his words for weeks to come over and over again, like a malfunctioning record player.

"Oh, mon amour...." was all you were able to say at the moment, your tone soft and breathy, slightly above a whisper. For as long as you have been with your white haired fiancé, he was still effortlessly capable of causing the butterflies in your stomach to hatch from their cocoons, and fly around in a frenzy.

Neuvillette lifted one hand to palm your cheek, and stroke it slowly with the pad of his thumb. His hand, his body, the look in his eyes were filled with warmth, and you wanted to cherish it for as long as possible. Your hands rested on his chest, and you leaned into his touch as he pecked your lips once and then twice more, for good measure and solely because he desired to feel you against him one more time.

The Chief Justice decided he liked this expression on your face. It suited you quite well, he thought. Right now you were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on in his long-standing life.

After a moment, a low chuckle rumbled in the man's chest before leaning forward to peck your temple. "I think I'm craving a bit of tea as well. I'm sure it will quell this newfound thirst that arbitrarily appeared."

Smiling again, you separated from your lover so you can finish on your cup, and so he could get started on his. As you stood side by side, and even as you both finished and made your way back to the master bedroom, you continued to talk to each other about whatever topic lingered in the atmosphere. Anything from the upcoming trial and cases he was overseeing tomorrow, mundane things that you saw on the streets of Fontaine that day, what you had for lunch, and everything else in between was discussed between the two of you.

Before either of you even realized it, the hue of the room turned from colorless dark to a deep cerulean blue, and the songs of the birds reverberated throughout the walls of your bedroom.

It was morning.

"Oh my! Has dawn truly come? And so soon at that...I didn't mean to keep you━"

The words of exclamation were lodged in your throat once more, as you watched him take your hand in his, and placed a feathery kiss on your knuckles and fingers.

"Do not trouble yourself over matters that are not your doing. You need not worry about me, ma douce."

Like a puddle of water that has been sitting in the sun all day, you're felt like you could evaporate just from the intensity of your fiancé's lidded gaze. Sometimes you wondered if he was even aware of his influence on every part of your body.

"Besides, I don't recall ever saying that I intended to leave at this very moment. We still have plenty of time together; the morning has only just begun."

Completely intertwining your hand with his, Neuvillette seamlessly maneuvered you both back onto the soft, inviting sheets, with you conveniently laying on top of him.

His long, snowy hair sprawled from his scalp in all directions making him look majestic with no effort at all. At times, you even found yourself jealous of his beauty. But you wouldn't dare utter such words to him; you'd rather simply admire and even found yourself a little prideful that such a dauntingly beautiful man would be yours forever.

If only you knew that to Neuvillette, you resembled an angel from the Celestial heavens. The sun hasn't risen over the mountains just yet, but your being blinded him, and he found himself never wanting to see another thing again.

Overcome with ardor for you, his hand found its way to the back of your neck to pull your face downward and closer to his, because he was craving another taste of you.

You melted in his touch, and savored the taste of vanilla and crème on his tongue and his hands on your body. The only thing wrong with this moment, was the dawn came too soon.

( # ) ━ since i never wrote for genshin before, i don't have a tag list for it lolz ! but i might as well make one soooo if you wanna join let me know <3 here's the link to my taglist form for my other works <3 @osamwah @smiley-babe y'all would prob like this fdkjdkd

#໒꒱ newborn stand ─ sosa’s filez #❛ mdni.#maybe i should stop planning out fics too much bc this was another random unplanned idea #initially i wasn’t even confident in my abilities to write for him bc he just became official #but watching the same edits of him and staring at pictures wasn’t doin it for me no mor #anyway #genshin impact #genshin impact 4.0 #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x black reader #black fem reader #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x black reader

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fandom-go-round · 8 months

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Sea Salt Like Glitter: Part Three

Summary: You’re a forest ranger. Trees and mammals are your specialty. Mermaids in the ocean? Way outside your area of expertise. Good News: They like you. Bad News: They like you a lot

Mer! Sun x Plus Sized! Reader x Mer! Moon

Part One , Part Two , Part Three (Here!), Part Four (Coming Soon)

Hi everyone! Sorry this took a second, I decided to split the last part into two parts so have a (slightly shorter) part three. Things are heating up here, plot and otherwise. I hope that you enjoy!

Warnings: Different Species, Kissing (Mer), Grinding, Slightly Suggestive Use of Tentacles, Cross Species Interactions, Mild Flirting, Cross Species Courtship, Bodily Harm (Reader), Head Injury

Three months have gone by since the potential poacher boat incident and you’ve relaxed again. No one has come to try and steal your boys and they’re happy as clams. They’ve been very insistent about spending time with you and even if you don’t really get it, it’s nice to be wanted. Tonight is going to be another meet up and you’re going to be brave. You’re going to bring your swimsuit.

Moon has not so subtly been trying to get you to swim with them. Every time you’ve denied him, partly because he’s too mischievous and partly because you’re afraid you’ll embarrass yourself. The mers are already going to swim better than you, there’s no reason to prove it. Unfortunately, they’ve discovered your weakness in the months you’ve gotten to know them; puppy dog eyes. Sun had begged you to come into the water and you couldn’t resist, not for long. You agree to head down to the beach a little before the sun begins to set so you can spend time with Sun before he gets to be sleepy.

You ignore how odd it feels to go to the beach in something other than your uniform, enjoying the feeling of warm sand between your toes. Sun isn’t on the beach yet and you set your things up, placing a towel and your bag down. Better to bring snacks and water and not need it then be craving something later.

“Friend!” Sun’s excited call has you turning and you wave, giving him a smile. He’s halfway out of the water when he freezes, smile disappearing from his face. You frown back, making your way over to him.

“Hey Sun, everything alright?” The call of his name seems to snap the mer out of it, Sun giving a low rumble and leaning towards you. He rubs your cheeks together cutely, eyes half lidded. A part of your brain tries to tell you what it means but the thought doesn’t last as Sun begins to happily talk.

“Excited to swim today! What wearing?” His claws come up to gently pull at your shoulder strap at the question and you wave him off, making sure to fix the twist.

“It’s a bathing suit, it helps me in the water.” He doesn’t believe your words at all but takes his time looking you over. You shift a little and offer an explanation, even though you don’t need to justify yourself to him. “Usually I wear a t-shirt but I thought it might drag me down and that’s where the one piece came from.” You silently added that since no one was there you wanted to try out this new one; its cute but not something that you would wear out. Sun gave a coo, nuzzling you again and sliding back towards the water.

“Cute!” He chirped, grinning wider when you look a little embarrassed. “Swim with me!” You laughed, shaking your head and moving towards the water.

“Yeah yeah I’m coming.” You were thankful you had put skin protection on before Sun got here. There’s no way the mer would be patient enough to wait. Sun let out a few excited chirps before sinking all the way in, doing flips and jumps as you waded in.

The water was cold and you winced, wishing that you had brought a wet suit for a moment. Too late to back out now though. You took a deep breath and dove under the water, beginning to kick out towards Sun. He wasn’t far off shore but it was deep enough you couldn’t touch the bottom. Not that Sun was going to let you float alone, oh no.

The moment Sun could wrap his tail around you he did, pulling you close to his chest. You gasped, half in surprise and half because he was warm. It wasn’t something you noticed on the beach but here in the water there was a very noticeable temperature difference. You happily wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him tow you through the water.

The two of you played games as the sun began to set and you barely noticed. Sun would throw you into the air and then race to catch you, you would take off and try to swim as far as you could. Sun wanted you to dive and you went back to shore to grab goggles, the mer showing you things underwater. There was a beautiful coral formation nestled in the rock formations and even though you weren’t too confident, you let Sun swim you out there.

You were in the middle of watching a crab try to catch a small fish when everything scattered. Your heart began to pound as a dark shadow fell over you and you hoped it was Moon. Without turning to look you shot towards the surface, dark laughter following you. Your head breached the surface right as a tenacle wrapped around your foot and you were able to take a deep breathe before Moon pulled you back under.

He easily flipped you to see him and you scowled, shaking your fist at him. He snickered, wrapping another tentacle around your other leg. It was the first time you had seen his complete form and it was as impressive as it was intimidating. Moon was just as long as Sun but his torso was shorter, more of his upper half being tentacles. Each one was as thick as your arm at the ends and tree trunk sized at his waist. His lights were also flashing faster tonight and you hoped he was ok.

Moon dragged you through the water, hands on your arms and tentacles wrapped everywhere else. You didn��t flinch away, even as you moved a couple to better spots. It didn’t take long for you to need air and you gestured towards the surface. The squid gave an exaggerated pout, leading the two of you in a lazy loop-da-loop before heading up .

It took you a moment to regain the ability to talk, mostly because your lungs had been burning more than you thought. Sun popped up next to you, tugging you towards him. Moon didn’t let you go completely, wrapping a tenacle around Sun and turning things into a cuddle party. You happily soaked up Sun’s warmth, shuddered as you realized it was much colder than before.

“Bad swimmer.” Moon taunted, tentacles squeezing your legs. You huffed, kicking at him a little. He gave you another squeeze and pressed closer, cold water dripping onto your shoulder.

“Trust me, I could be a lot worse. There are some people who don’t know how to swim.” Both mers made faces at your admission and you laughed. “Humans only really have to know how to walk ya know.”

“Swimming better.” Moon replied easily, as if that logic meant he won the mock argument. You rolled your eyes and Sun laughed quietly, his eyes starting to drop. It didn’t take long for either mer to fall asleep or wake up, depending on the time of day. The lack of sun made Sun sluggish but it didn’t seem to bother him as much as sunlight bothered Moon.

“You can go get some sleep Sun.” You gently reached out to rub his cheek. The mer purred like a cat and leaned into your touch, eyes closing all the way. It took him a second before he sat up and shook his head, one hand coming up to smack his face.

“No no, not yet! Something important to talk about!” You raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. Moon was deliberately avoiding eye contact and Sun was struggling to stay awake. Anxiety curled in your gut but you ignored it, giving them a nod.

“Ok, what did you want to talk about?” Neither knew exactly what to say, Sun staring at Moon and Moon refusing to look over. Sun made a frustrated sound, tail coming up to hit his mate. Moon hissed, flashing teeth in no real threat. “Is it a bad thing?”

“Not a bad thing.” Sun immediately reassured you, shaking his head. You weren’t convinced and Sun could tell, pinching your cheek gently.

“Delicate.” Moon rumbled from behind you and you turned to him, Sun nodding out of the corner of your eye.

“Yes yes, delicate!” Now you were getting even more nervous. You took a deep breath, figuring if you had to rip the band aid off, might as well do it quickly.

“Do the two of you have to leave?” Both of them seemed startled at your question, eyes wide. They started to coo and click, pulling you even closer. It was a little hard to breathe but you didn’t fight it, waiting for them to switch back so you could understand them.

“No no no!” Sun was the first to realize they had switched to mer, hands stroking your head almost feverishly. He always did love touching your head and hair; it took a while to get used to. “We not going anywhere.”

“Want you to stay.” Moon spoke at almost the exact same time, his face buried in your shoulder. His breath was warm, even if his skin wasn’t and you shuddered at the duel sensations. Both noticed and began to hum, your skin suddenly feeling hyper sensitive.

“I-I want to you to stay too.” You cleared your throat and ignored the sudden flash of heat going through you. Keep it together damn it. Your friends didn’t need to know you were feeling that way about them. You barely even acknowledged you were feeling that way. At least out loud. And out of bed.

Moon made a displeased rumble, nibbling gently on your skin. Your heart was starting to pound and you were getting dizzy. Something was going on and you didn’t understand. Sun cooed and you met his eyes, realizing that they were blue instead of white. He smiled when you focused on him, leaning close to rub your noses together.

“Pretty pretty. Be with us?” Sun phrased it as a question but you were still missing too much context.

“What do you-?” Your question was cut off by your loud moan, the mers freezing in the water around you. Sun had moved his tail between your legs and the warmth rubbing just right had you responding. Moon let out a sound suspiciously like a groan and you whimpered as his teeth sank into you shoulder. It hurt but he didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood. Sun gave an answering groan and rubbed his tail against you again.

“Ok time out!” You were proud that your voice was strong, hands coming up to form an ‘X’ across your chest. “Waaaait a minute!” The mers paused what they were doing, two sets of bright eyes on you. You cleared your throat and began to disentangle yourself from them, ignoring the pouting and slight whines.

“We need to talk about this.” You put on your best scolding voice and it seemed the work, the mers coming back to themselves. Sun’s eyes changed back to white and Moon retracted most of his tentacles. One still helped you float and it stayed respectfully above the belt.

“Mad?” Sun sounded nervous, hands fidgeting anxiously in front of him. You sighed and gave a smile, shaking your head. The good news was that the cold water was helping you keep a clear head.

“No Sun I’m not mad. I just, we were getting a little carried away and I want to make sure we’re all ok with… whatever this is.” Sun relaxed at your words, looking relieved. Moon grumbled but nodded, letting you collect your thoughts. You took a deep breathe, ignoring how embarrassed you felt. “This… is a thing right?”

“Want it to be.” Sun confirmed, swimming small circles in the water. You could tell that he was anxious but you needed to understand what was happening.

“Mate.” Moon was always the blunt one of the pair, gesturing to himself and then Sun. Sun gave a nod and you nodded as well. They had explained it once an though it took a bit, you understood they were a bonded pair. “Mate too.” Moon began to trace out a triangle, you being one of the corners.

“Me?” Your voice was higher than you anticipated and Moon snickered a little.

“Yes!” Sun was quick to reassure you, swimming over. He reached for you and waiting until you nodded before grabbing your arms. He helped you float as you tried to process.

“How does that even-?” You cut off your own thought, not finishing it out loud. Moon gave a rumble and you watched as his lights began to flicker faster.

“Compatible.” He reassured you and even if you didn’t get it, you get enough. You want to deny that it’s not possible, that you don’t know what they’re talking about but you can’t. You’ve noticed the linger touches and look, the way they like to circle you. You had ignored it and said that it was all you, not them. And now you’re trying to think through it.

“When did you decide this?” You’re not trying to distract them but you do want to know. Sun laughs, rubbing your cheeks together quickly.

“Defended our territory, saved Moon. Lots and lots of things.” He sounds love struck and you can’t help but laugh a little. Moon moves closer, wrapping tentacles around both of you but nothing too much this time.

“Want to be with you. Defended us, we defend you.” His words are rougher than Sun’s but have the same emotion and you nod back.

“I want that too.” Both of them perk up, fins flaring out and you keep going. “But not tonight.” Sun whines loudly and Moon huffs, tentacles slapping the water a bit. “Behave you two. I’m not ready yet and I’m too cold but we can do this next time, I promise.”

They perk up at the mention of ‘next time’ and after sharing a few clicks they agree. Sun sinks under the waves and you float with Moon a little bit before he drops you off at shore. He nuzzles your cheek like Sun and you nuzzle back; only now do you realize that it must be like kissing for them. His eyes watch as you walk back to your cabin, ruby staring for longer than necessary before sinking under the waves.

You feel like you’re floating when you get to the cabin. You walk in easily and drop your bags by the door. Future you can take care of that. The entire day feels like a dream; you never would have guessed this is what your swim would bring. Getting ready for bed is automatic and later you’ll curse yourself for not feeling something off earlier.

You brush your teeth and then decide that you want another glass of water. Walking into the kitchen, everything is dark and quiet. It’s only when you grab a glass off the counter that you pause. Your curtains are closed. Your curtains are never closed, not in the living room.

Pain explodes on the back of your head and you slam into the counter, air leaving your lungs. You gasp, the glass in one hand and the other scrambling against the sink. You half turn, trying to throw the glass behind you and you take another blow to the head. You don’t have enough time to question that’s going on, consciousness leaving you faster than you can count.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 7 months

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2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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crazyk-imagine · 10 months

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Wade Wants to Reminisce

Pairing: James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes x Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson x Super!reader (platonic) Characters: Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson, James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark Warnings: Wade things, the avengers coming to save the reader, Bucky and the reader share a past, Nat and Wade are trying to get their friends laid, this is totally not inspired by a bunch of Bucky and Soldier Boy fics I read all weekend (don’t judge me), the deadpool gif is literally the reader and wade, this 100% does not make sense, I was bored and wanted some deadpool content, I also may have gone down a Bucky rabbit hole and here we are Word Count: 971

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He wouldn't tell you anything about his plans [I didn't want my plans to get ruined]

He'd make sure nothing bad would happen to you (nothing too major at least) [I wouldn't let them murder you or charge you with a B and E, chill]

Reenactment flashback

You were fine until he set off an alarm [I didn't do that. It was Fabio. *Wade points to the intern*

The poor guy starts shaking-

The real reenactment

"Wade," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Did we break into a building we shouldn't have?"

"Yo soy no hablo Español."

"You're hablo-ing Español right now!"

"Fine! You caught me. I'm trying to help you suppress your kitty urges."

"Wade!"

"What?" He shrugs, eating a chimichango. "You kept whining to me how lonely you are and I know there's a lot of- ow, hot." He licks his fingers before trying to hold his chimichanga. "What was I saying? Oh right, there's a lot of fine men here for you to pounce on."

"I'm going to kill you."

"You know you can't. I'm just doing my friendly duty."

"You're a problem for society."

"That hurts." He places his hand over his heart.

"I hope it fucking does you crackwhore."

"Woah," he raises his hands. "There's no need to bring Blind AL into this."

"We both know it's you I'm talking about."

"Uh- hey," Tony waves his hands. "I don't mean to interrupt whatever the hell this is but you two just broke into the Avenger headquarters so we're gonna need to detain you for a couple of hours."

"Detain him." You point to Wade before raising your hands up in defense. "I had nothing to do with this."

"You bitch," he replies, extending the words.

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Old avocado."

"Dick sucker."

"At least my partner is satisfied."

He gasps, placing a hand over his chest. "What'd she tell you?"

"Nothing I didn't already know."

"Doll?"

You spin around with furrowed brows and then your jaw drops. "James?"

"Wait- you two know each other?!" Tony and Steve shout.

"She's your coffee date?" Natasha asks him with her hands on her hips.

"You've been getting laid and I didn't know?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose again. "I'm going to kill you. I swear on all that is holy Wade. I'm going to grab that hammer and smash you with it."

"That's not the kind of hammering I planned on doing today."

You purse your lips and pounce.

James stepped closer to you just in time. "Hey, hey. Calm down."

"Not until he's mush."

"Doll."

"But-"

"No."

"Bucky," you whine. "Just a little?"

"Not a chance."

"Would you two mind explaining how you met?" Natasha asks.

"Coffee shop."

Sam walks into the room, taking a second to see what's going on and then he sees you. "Oh, hey."

You turn and smile at him. "Sammy."

"Why does he get such a nice greeting?" Wade whines.

"He's not you."

"I take major offense to that."

"You should."

"Rude."

"I'm still stuck on the fact that Tinman went to a coffee shop and got a date. He doesn't even like coffee," Tony complains.

"I like a certain type of coffee."

"From a cute girl?"

"No."

"Yes. Man, you thought she was cute and bought her coffee," Sam rats James out.

You spin around in his arms. "You did?"

Usually he likes to think of himself as someone who doesn't get embarrassed but right now, he's plotting ways to get back at Sam. He doesn't look up at you. "Uh- I- I did."

"Well aren't you sweet," you smile up at him.

"I need to call Vanessa."

The smile is wiped from your face. "Go home, Wade!"

"But then I wouldn't get some memories I can play on repeat with my unicorn or Vanessa later."

"For fucks sake- Wade, get back here."

James lifts you over his shoulder and walks towards his room, locking the door behind him. "This makes things a lot easier." He sets you down.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I planned on calling you and asking if you wanted to go out."

"If I say yes," you trace shapes on his chest, before staring at him through your lashes. "Can we stay here for the rest of the day?"

"If I say yes, will you stop using those eyes on me? You're killing me, doll. You know I'd say yes without that look."

You smile up at him and practically bounce as you walk away and aim for his bed.

A voice can be heard through the airvents. "So, does this mean you'd rather get ducked down than hangout with me?"

"100%"

"Cool. Just checking. Text me the details. I want to know how big."

"Wade!"

"I'm curious to see if he's a queen or a king."

"Liar."

"You've caught me but I already know."

"Go home."

"Bye kids. Use protection, unless you're into that." [And you all know what I'm talking about. Don't act like your Tumblr isn't full of those fics. Yes, I know about them too. Who do you think will write some about me?]

Wade closes the laptop he stole (from you) and sighs. “This was nice.”

You throw your boyfriend's alarm clock at him.

“Ow!”

“Go home, Wade. We’re trying to sleep.”

“Doll, what’s tumblr?”

“Wade you’re dead!”

Wade’s screaming alerts the rest of the compound.

“Why is your friend screaming?” Steve asks you.

“He taught James something he shouldn’t have, and he knows it. GET BACK HERE, WILSON!”

“Never!”

“I hope you’re proud,” Natasha pats James’ back.

“Why are you saying it like that?”

“Your girlfriend brought home a parasite.”

“It could be worse.”

“It could be worse!?” Sam screeches.

“It could be so much worse, Sammy.”

“That’s my nickname for him. You don’t get to steal it.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 11 months

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I definitely think prompt 20 would fit deadpool so well

.⋆｡Merc With A Mouth ｡⋆.

Wade Wilson x plus size reader

There’s only one way to get Wade to shut up and it involves your own mouth

Warnings: some smut, oral (m receiving), swearing

WC: 443

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

Wade loved to talk. He could talk for literal days at a time without a break, he wouldn’t even be addressing anyone, just chattering away to himself. And you loved that about him, how passionate he was about things, but there were times when you just wanted him to shut the fuck up.

And now was one of those times.

Wade had been talking for a solid 5 hours. Well 5 hours that you knew of, considering that’s when you got home from work. You think you could stand the constant stream of word vomit if it had at least been consistent but Wade had been jumping from topic to topic too quickly for your exhausted mind to keep up.

Your temples pounded with the beginnings of a migraine that was being compounded by your boyfriend’s loud voice. You groaned and sunk further into the old mattress of your bed as Wade made another lap of the apartment, still talking while stuffing his face with the pizza you picked up on the way home. “Wade, do you want to play a game?” That stopped him in his tracks for just long enough to answer you.

“What game?”

“The quiet game.” You answered simply.

“Fuck no. Anyway, like I was saying-“ And he was off again. You groaned quietly, digging the butt of your palms into your eyes as if that would stave off the inevitable headache.

Food couldn’t stop him, neither could sleep. You supposed you could call Cable to rip out his voice box again but the last time that happened he had a weird baby voice for like a day and it made the whole thing even worse. There was that one time when you let him fuck your ass where you thought he had died because he just stopped talking.

“That’s it!” You slid from the bed in a greatly uncoordinated manner and approached your boyfriend. He stopped pacing as you approached, but his mouth never stopped moving. With one good shove, he collapsed onto the couch and you slipped to your knees before him.

“Oooo am I getting head? What have I done to deserve this? It must have been because of my morning treat.” You angrily ripped his ratty sweatpants down his muscular legs, exposing his rapidly hardening cock to you.

“Will you just shut up and let me go down on you?” Immediately his mouth snapped shut at your snarl and you were graced with a blissful silence. “Thank you, now let me work.” You palmed his erection briefly before giving a kitten lick to his tip, licking up the small drop of pre-cum that gathered there.

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dawn-moths · 2 years

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“Camomile & Calming Waters”

Zhongli x Female Reader

word count: 5,500+

(Your weekly trip to the bathhouse takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious man you’ve seen, but never met, decides to break the rules and come pay you a visit on the female side of the establishment. In the end, you may find that having a run in with him needs to become a new part of your ceremonial routine, and, to your utmost surprise, that he might very soon be your new boss.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, size kink, i guess technically some hurt/comfort, soft dom zhongli, submissive reader, massages (receiving), overstimulation, bath sex (duh).

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The water was warm, even more so after having to tread naked through the cool air that filled the room, winter seeping through the brick and mortar of the building. A thin fog of steam rose off the surface of the water, swirling in tendrils around you as you slowly waded deeper into the pool, the minerals infused into the bath making your skin soft and slippery.

You were alone here today, the other sporadic usuals who came right before closing having forgone the casual tradition, probably heading home early on account of the snow storm that was on its way.

But not you.

You needed this, especially at the end of such a hectic week.

It was the only way you could unwind after such a whirlwind, letting your troubles melt away like a sugar cube spooned into a hot cup of tea.

You didn’t like to bring your stress from work home with you and, try as you might to find other ways, this was truly the only reliable option you’d found that always did the trick.

You let out a sigh as you sunk further below the surface, right up to your neck, your hair tied back to avoid getting wet, the humidity in the air causing wispy strands to spring free and stick to your forehead and back of your neck.

It was so quiet— even more so than usual— the ambient atmosphere created by the dim lights and echoes of slow dripping water that bounced off the tiled floors filling your head like a lullaby and making you calm.

You closed your eyes, leaned back against the smooth wall of the bath, tuning into your steady breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest.

It was so easy to lose time here, minutes often turning to hours in what felt like just a few series of breaths.

When the place was about to close, they’d dim the lights down to near darkness, silently alerting any lingering patrons to finish up, get dressed, and head out.

But you had at least another hour until then, so you weren’t very worried.

Plus, you’d never seen or even heard of the owner complaining if anyone stayed just a little later than usual.

Now that you thought about it though, you’d never met the owner. Never even seen him around, as far as you could remember.

You’d been coming to this place nearly every weekend for a few years now, surely you must’ve crossed paths with him at some point, right?

Well, even if he did prefer to run his business from the shadows, that was just as well.

Besides, it might be kind of awkward to introduce yourself to someone for the first time when you were wrapped in nothing but a towel and still soaking wet.

The bathhouse was a small, quaint little place, had a certain historical charm to it with old Chinese woodblock prints adorning the walls and other displays of art or faded photographs of the areas surrounding scenery from the distant past. It was pretty much private at this time of night, and even more so at this very moment what with you being the only one brave— or dumb— enough to show up when the rest of the city was practically on lockdown from the encroaching blizzard.

At least, in here, you’d be warm. Wouldn’t have to risk shivering through the night at home if the storm cut through the power lines.

Yes, at least, in here you’d be warm.

But then, amidst your tranquil mind state, thoughts dripping through you like lazy honey, the tiny, pins and needles prickle of paranoia began to creep in.

You opened your eyes, scanned the misty room slowly, trying to catch sight of your sudden anxiety’s source.

You saw nothing. No one. Yet you felt like, if you stared into the steam for long enough, you’d catch the flowy, drifting movements of a ghost through the fog.

After a while, you tried to relax again, count your breaths like you did when you first arrived and were beginning to settle down, but then you heard something that nearly made you jump.

“It’s almost closing, you know…” a low male voice spoke calmly from across the room, his rich baritone vibrating in your chest as it echoed over the tile and through the water like a gentle sonar.

Normally, people who frequented places like this knew to leave others alone— an unspoken but very important rule.

Don’t make eye contact.

Don’t make noise.

Just mind your own business and don’t make things awkward.

But this person, whoever he was, clearly wasn’t aware of any of those rules.

He also didn’t seem to be aware that men were not welcome on this side of the building.

“If I’m being honest,” he continued, a faint silhouette stepping through the dimly lit fog and further into view, “I’m surprised you came tonight, what with the storm that’s beginning to rage outside.”

As his figure came further into view, your startled gaze landed on a tall, handsome man with long, silky dark brown hair, the ends fading into a burnt umber shade.

He had a rust colored robe draped loosely around him, the toned expanse of his chest visible through the gap of the fabric.

Staring too long was making you blush, and even you knew that your face becoming this flushed couldn’t be blamed on the temperature of the bath water.

He took a few strides forward, his gait lazy and smooth, yet still refined and regal.

Like a king pacing his chambers, comfortable in his own space yet ready to shift right back into royalty if the occasion so called.

“But, you know…” he continued, nearing the edge of the large, deep basin of the tub. You pulled your knees further up to your chest, suddenly feeling exposed despite the fact that being naked was commonplace here. When he stopped but a few feet away, looking down at you in the bath with his arms crossed and a soft smirk playing at his lips, you sunk a little further down under the surface of the pool, the water now up to your nose. “If it’s between you and me…” He placed a big, slender hand on one hip, leaning a little closer over the edge, his golden eyes catching you in a trance. “I don’t mind keeping the place open just a little bit longer.”

You squinted at him, confused, but then your gaze went wide, putting the pieces together.

“You’re—”

He held a finger up to his lips, hushing you with a single, almost playful, “Shhhh… Wouldn’t want the other patrons to know I pick favorites, now would we?”

You were going to remind him that there was no one else here, but the observation died on your tongue as he winked at you and you suddenly started to feel dizzy, already having grown a little lightheaded from the heat the water lent you, and now even more so with this stranger’s advances.

But he wasn’t really a stranger, was he?

And now that you saw him— albeit with much less clothing than ever before— you did recognize him.

Because the owner of the bathhouse was here almost as much as you were, always passing through the lobby with his hands clasped behind his back, surveying the crowd, somehow being the most noticeable yet least looked at person in the room.

He made everyone else look like mere pebbles amongst a gemstone, yet…

He’d noticed you on day one.

“Excuse me for being so brazen but…” His golden gaze flicked up and down your form, only partially obscured beneath the water. When his eyes landed back on yours, he said, “May I join you?”

Your throat bobbed with a particularly hard swallow, your vision nearly spinning at the prospect.

You raised your lips back above the surface and replied with a timid, “I thought men and women weren’t allowed to share baths here…”

The owner smiled, the expression mischievous yet still tinted with wisdom. “I do believe those rules apply during the working hours of my establishment and—“ He glanced behind him at the clock, where the hands had just passed midnight. “I do believe we are now closed.”

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you swore it must be causing ripples.

You stared at this man— this beautiful, gorgeous man— with big, shimmering eyes for what felt like an eternity.

But then, feeling rather bold yourself that night, you cleared your throat and said, “Alright… Then I suppose you may.”

He loosened the belt of his robe and slipped the garment from his shoulders, exposing a lean but strong figure under the fabric. You squeezed your thighs together, praying that your body didn’t betray you while you two shared the same water, the familiar warm, gooey feeling of arousal turning in your gut.

“I’m Zhongli, by the way…” he politely introduced, slowly lowering himself into the bath against the wall opposite of you.

You went to give him your name as well, but he echoed your title at the same time the syllables left your mouth, already having known it somehow.

“I take notice of my regulars,” he informed you, flashing a grin that was only slightly guilty. “Forgive me but… I just happened to glance at the guest books.”

You were sure he’d done more than glance, but you weren’t going to scold him for it.

It was his business, after all.

He had the right to know who he was letting into it.

“So…” Zhongli began after a few uncomfortably silent beats. “Why do you come here so often?” A look then crossed his careful features that read as a sudden shock, hastily clearing his throat as he amended with, “I don’t mean to be rude, but, well… You are quite the regular.”

You explained that, due to your stressful job, you needed a place to unwind and relax before returning home at the end of the week. You’d tried yoga, meditation, long walks through the park, podcasts— any means of leisure escapism where you could find a way to turn off your brain— but his bathhouse was the only sure fire way to reset yourself after a harrowing work week.

“I see…” Zhongli seemed to ponder, studying you with an inquisitive gaze. But then, that devious smile found its way back onto his distinguished face, something devilish glinting behind all that gold. “You’ve named several good ways for one to relax, but I do believe you’ve forgotten one of the most important and common ones of all…”

You cocked your head slightly, feeling like you were naively walking into a trap when you asked with an innocent lilt upturning in your tone, “What?”

Zhongli let out a low chuckle, a sound that was short lived but no less felt as its vibrations rumbled through the water. When he looked at you then, something in his eyes had changed, his honey-gold stare melting into a darker, slightly more dangerous shade. And when he simply stated, as if it were obvious, “Sex,” well…

You were starting to wonder if allowing him to join you had been a good idea or a bad one.

“But worry not,” he assured you, reading the trepidation shining behind your doe-eyed gaze and trying to put you back at ease. “It’s merely just a suggestion. Though, I’m sure you’re well aware of it by now.”

In truth, it had been a while since the last time you laid with anyone.

Your busy work schedule had kept you from forming any new relationships, let alone maintaining your old ones, so you’d taken it upon yourself to deal with those urges only when it became extremely necessary and, even more of a let down, most times it was a solo effort.

Zhongli awaited some sort of response from you, despite the fact he hadn’t asked a question, and when you sheepishly replied, “Yeah, well, I’m not currently seeing anyone at the moment…” the owner of the bathhouse perked up.

“Oh?” Zhongli pressed curiously. “Well, what a shame that is…” He slid a little closer, abandoning the built-in bench on his side and wading further towards you through the deeper parts of the bath. “For all those other men,” he continued. “Though, I suppose, for you as well…”

He was standing right before you now, his lithe fingers gently cupping your jaw, guiding your gaze further up to meet his where he peered down at you, golden eyes partially hidden behind a half-lidded stare.

Admiration, you realized, staring back up at him with those big, innocent eyes of yours. He was admiring you.

“I-it’s not like I don’t want to…” you stammered, barely able to string together a coherent sentence, let alone a thought under the heat of his touch, the intensity of his stare. “I mean…” Your own eyes flicked to his chest again, following up the definition of his biceps and the firmness of his shoulders, leading you to the jut of his collarbones and that pale, slender neck, a few little freckles flecked across his throat. You gulped again, practically salivating at the sight of him. “It’s not like I haven’t tried. I—”

Your voice cracked upon the last word and you forced your mouth shut, trying to keep in the tears you were struggling to hold back.

Because, maybe, if you would’ve quit your hell job a year ago like everyone kept telling you to, you’d actually be able to enjoy your life. Make new friends, rekindle the relationships with the ones you already had, maybe go out with a group on the weekend and meet someone cute, maybe they’d even be nice, and maybe you two would make plans to meet again. Maybe for coffee or lunch or a chat or, eventually, just some really good sex.

But work had taken that away from you.

Maybe it was about time you stopped letting it control you, dictate the types of fleeting pleasures you were and weren’t allowed to engage in.

“Oh, look at you…” Zhongli cooed, taking a seat beside you and continuing to run his fingers along your jaw, your cheek, thumb wiping away a fallen tear before gently stroking at the back of your neck. “Poor thing… So deprived, aren’t you?” You knew he must be teasing you, could tell by that condescending lilt laced into his smooth, deep voice. Yet still, you couldn’t help but lean in, to both his touch and his words.

You nodded your head, muttering out a shaky, “Uh-huh…” before sniffling and going to wipe more tears from your eyes.

You felt Zhongli’s hand travel down your back then, taking his time to feel the softness of your skin, soaked into silk under the water’s healing properties, his palm gliding effortlessly across you, fingers ghosting gracefully along your spine until he stopped at your lower back, curling his grip further around your side to your bare hip, tugging you just a little bit closer.

With his lips nearly pressed against your ear he whispered, “I can’t have my favorite customer so upset, now can I?” You felt a shiver run through you from his voice alone, his fingers flexing over the plush of your upper thigh, gently beginning to knead the flesh there, slowly massaging you. “No… That would make me a terrible business owner, wouldn’t it?”

You buried your face against his chest, taking in the scent of him as he continued to work up and down your leg, soothing some of the tension that had gathered in your muscles and helping to lull you back into the serene state you usually entered while in this establishment.

Zhongli smelled like camomile and expensive cologne, his own skin velvet soft from where the water had soaked in. He felt you slacken against him, felt the warm, gentle fanning of your breath across his chest, and he let out another one of those pleased hums.

“That’s it…” he lightly encouraged you, his firm, kneading fingers traveling up to your shoulders, beginning to work out a knot that had formed by your neck. “Just relax… Let me take care of you…”

He moved you easily under the weightlessness the water gave you, shifting you to sit in front of him, basically on his lap, so he could use both hands to massage your tender skin, lessening his grip when he felt you tense and hiss until he found just the right pressure, being generous in the time and care he showed your shoulders and your back, working up and down your body until you swore every last ounce of tightness and pain was gone.

This left you even more pliable under his touch, sleepy and sated from his thoughtful treatment, allowing him to turn you to face him, your thighs straddling his lap now, your most intimate area spread over where he was already beginning to grow hard.

“Feeling better?” he asked, his voice but a whisper as he gently brushed some more stray strands of your damp hair away from your face. You looked into his eyes, your pupils blown wide, his on their way to matching, and gave a timid nod. You could feel yourself trembling a little, the anticipation of where you knew things were likely headed beginning to make you slightly nervous.

“Good girl…” Zhongli grinned, his lips mere inches away from your own. “But, keep in mind…” They were hovering right above yours now, so close you could taste the lingering flavor of tea and honey on his breath. “We’ve only just begun…”

Even his lips were soft, though still contained a quality of regal strength just like the rest of him. And, god, you couldn’t remember a kiss feeling this good in your entire life. Any nerves you’d had were soon replaced by the fog of lust that filled your hazy brain, allowing your tongue to intertwine with his, licking into each other’s mouths, tracing over the distinct shape of each other’s teeth, deepening the gesture until you’d traded so much saliva neither of you could tell the difference in each other’s taste anymore.

You shifted in his lap, his hands back on your hips, helping guide you to press a little harder into his erection, the hard length of him digging into your inner thigh before sliding against your slit, your sensitive skin gooey and slick despite the water that surrounded you.

You squeaked out a pathetic little whine when he grinded his hips up into you, the pressure increasing on your clit, the drag of his cock silky and sweet. You arched your back, pressing down harder with the next drag of your own hips, both of you beginning to breathe faster as you worked in tandem to take in the pleasure of each other’s bodies.

You felt dizzy again, fearing you might faint, but Zhongli kept his hands on you for support, letting your head flop against his chest as your trembling little hands weakly flexed over where they gripped his biceps, trying your best to keep up with his pace.

But you had already been so tired when you’d arrived, the last of your energy leached from the warm bathwater and then wrung out completely upon Zhongli’s early advances.

Though, you needn’t have worried. Zhongli was willing to do the work for the both of you.

You weren’t the only one who needed to relax, after all.

The owner of the bathhouse was a very busy man.

It wasn’t very often he got to enjoy the amenities of his own establishment, let alone with a girl as pretty and perfect as you.

“Would you like me to continue?” he asked, giving you a gentle shake when he thought perhaps you were too spent to go any further. But you still gave a sluggish nod, whining out a quiet, “Please…” before forcing your head up to look him in the eyes again, pleading with him to keep going.

“Very well,” he replied, looking satisfied, adjusting you in his lap again, one strong arm cradling your back, allowing you to recline a little as his other hand carefully reached between your legs, long, slender fingers teasing against your slit, just barely prodding at your needy little hole, feeling you flutter around him when he slipped one finger inside of you, then two, slowly pumping in and out of you and drinking up every adorable little whimper and mewl that escaped your puffy lips, still shiny with your shared spit and begging to be kissed again.

As he scissored his fingers inside of you, you winced a little, the sting of the stretch made all the more apparent by the many minerals that swam in the water. His mouth latched onto your neck then, sucking dark bruises into your dewy skin to help distract you from the slightly uncomfortable, yet necessary, sensation between your legs.

You quivered against him, your cunt clenching relentlessly around his fingers as they curled inside of you, stroking that spongy spot that you could never reach on your own, making you jolt, then melt.

“Zh-Zhongli…” you sighed, chest hitching as you tried to catch your breath just enough to speak. He paused his ministrations but kept his fingers nestled deep inside, becoming painfully hard as your body continued trying to suck him in even further, clamping down in a way he could only imagine would feel ten times more magnificent once his cock was inside you.

“Please…” you practically begged, face flushing an even deeper shade as you confessed, “N-need you inside of me… Not gonna last much longer…”

Zhongli looked taken aback for a moment, his calm, all-knowing gaze gone wide before softening back into that gentle wisdom. “But of course…” he cooed, removing his fingers, using both hands to lift you a little, guiding you over his twitching length. “Anything the customer wants…” He helped you sink down onto his cock, his own breath shuddering after only a few inches of him was inside you, your warm, silken walls squeezing him tight. Through a strained mutter, he finished his previous statement with a slightly shaky, “The customer gets…”

You eyes were already beginning to roll by the time he was only halfway inside, his girth splitting you in two while his cock massaged the inside of your cunt, reaching spots you hadn’t even known existed.

You let out a loud, high moan when he gave one short, hard thrust, burying his remaining length inside you all the way down to the hilt, his pelvis pressing directly against your pulsing little clit. You shivered, both from the pain and the pleasure, nearly doubling over, your face buried back against his chest like it was a home to you, a place you longed to return to.

“That’s it, darling—” he praised, his voice further strained from his own pleasure, one hand stroking your spine as he allowed you to adjust. “Very good… You’re doing—” He sucked in a short gasp as he felt your walls give a series of quick, tight squeezes, your abused little hole constricting around his cock and nearly making him lose what remained of his composure. “You’re doing so well…”

Once you were ready, Zhongli helped you begin to move, encouraging you to to ride him, helping guide your hips up and down as you rolled them, arching your back and keening, your voice echoing through the entire bathhouse as Zhongli pumped his hips up into you to meet your motions.

And, god, he felt so good. Better than anyone else you’d ever allowed inside you. And, to your surprise, it seemed like Zhongli felt the same about you. He couldn’t stop muttering praises to you, his grip becoming tighter as his fingertips dug into your thighs, your ass, leaving a new constellation of bruises in their wake as you both picked up speed.

“So— So tight for me—” he said in between his grunting, spearing deeper into your sore cunt, pace becoming borderline punishing. “So good— So wet—” You were biting into his shoulder, feeling his muscles coil under your teeth every time his grip on you flexed, his blunt nails carving half-moons into your plush flesh. “Such a good girl… Such a pretty, perfect girl…”

Zhongli’s hips began to slow then, leaving you teetering painfully on the edge. You let out a desperate whimper when he stopped, eyes quickly darting up to meet his, afraid he’d decided to stop before such a crucial release.

He let out another one of those deep, downright sinfully seductive chuckles, assuring you with a playful lilt, “Don’t worry… Just trust me.”

He pulled out, turning you in his lap once more so that your back was pressed against his firm chest. You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing, yet allowed him to move your body as he pleased. He guided you to pull your knees up to your chest, his arms encasing your entire being, sinking back into you, though this time deeper than before, if that were even possible.

His hips didn’t take long to regain their prior speed, giving sharp, hard thrusts upward until every single one pulled a cry from your already raw throat, your head thrown back and resting in the crook of his shoulder.

You could feel your muscles seizing, stomach clenching as your walls squeezed around him with all their strength. Your moan when you came was high and cracked, broken at the end with an overstimulated sob, a thin veil of tears misting in your eyes once more.

Zhongli stayed nestled inside you, his heartbeat hammering in his chest so fast and hard you could feel it drumming against your back as you lay against him, the tension slowly melting back into tranquility as you rode out the high of your comedown.

But he wasn’t done with you yet.

Just before your eyelids could fall heavy and closed, Zhongli repositioned you so that your elbows were splayed against the ledge of the bath, your breasts pressed to the wet tiles as his chest rested against your back, his weight settling over you like a blanket of warmth and comfort, his body already so familiar to you.

“Just a little bit more, darling,” he panted, folding your knees up onto the bath’s bench, nudging your knees further apart as he guided the tip of his still hard cock back against your entrance, admiring the curve of your spine as your back arched, your plump little ass out on display for him. “I promise… Just a little bit more…”

He took full control over you now, practically moving both of your bodies for you as his thrusts began long and slow, deep and rhythmic as he savored the sweet clenching of your cunt, your pretty little pussy raw and aching from his thick cock.

You could feel the drag of every vein, every ridge and curve and sinfully delectable inch of him as if you’d been molded to hold him and only him inside you.

You were so tired, so spent, only enough energy to barely keep your eyes open, jaw gone slack and lips parted, a thin, viscous string of saliva dribbling from your mouth as you couldn’t even muster enough energy to swallow.

As he leaned a little further over you, muttering in your ear, he teased, “Such a mess, aren’t you…? You come here to get clean and look and what happens…?” He gently swiped two of his fingers over your slick lips, gathering your spit and pushing his digits into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and only causing more drool to leak from you. You tried your best to suck on his fingers, tongue lazily swirling around them, a tired, lilting little moan vibrating against his touch and making him shudder.

“But that’s alright…” he assured you, his pace picking up a little more speed. “We’ll get you all cleaned up after I’ve made a proper mess of you.”

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, bringing along with them another thin string of your spit, slipping them into his own mouth and groaning over his fingers at the taste of you. When he was done savoring that, his slippery hand lightly clasped around your throat, muttering coaxing words of, “Come on now, sweetheart… Cum again… Just one more time for me… You can do it… I know you can…” as his hips hammered into you harder than ever before, so deep you swore you could feel him in your tummy.

When your second release washed over you, this time like a wave crashing against the shore, Zhongli finally reached his limit and spilled his own hot, sticky cum inside of you, all the while repeating in a breathy mumble, “Good girl… So good for me… So perfect…” as he gave a few more lazy pumps, driving his seed deeper inside of you.

He stayed there for a while, his chest pressed to your back, so much sweat having built up between your two bodies but indistinguishable from the humid veil the hot water had cast upon you. Finally when he pulled out, both of your cum drifting out into the steamy water, he helped prop you back up to straddle his lap, your head resting against his shoulder as your eyes finally fluttered shut, your breathing slowing to a steady rate.

“I suppose I’ll have to close down for a day or two…” Zhongli said then, seeming to snap right back into business mode as his gaze scanned the contaminated water. But then he smiled, nudging his nose against the top of your head before pressing a gentle kiss against your hair. “Though, I suppose this snow storm has turned out to be a rather lucky thing. I doubt I’ll be expecting many patrons, if any, over the next few days if this weather doesn’t let up.”

As he spoke quietly to you, not even completely sure you were listening or not but not caring either way, he lovingly stroked his knuckles along your jaw, following the soft curve of your neck and shoulder, down your spine and then back up again, repeating these motions and further lulling you.

“But, you know…” he then whispered, lips pressed right against your ear and causing you to stir, your body slightly shifting atop him and a soft groan humming in your throat. “If you were looking for a new place of employment… there’s a vacancy here that needs filling…”

You sucked in a long, deep breath, blinking back awake and turning your head halfway to stare up at him, unsure of whether you’d just heard him right or if you’d been halfway to dreaming.

“Are you serious?” you asked, your tired voice laced with hope.

Zhongli nodded, smoothing some more wispy strands of hair from your forehead where your messy bun had come a little looser. “I promise that I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised. “Better pay, plenty of perks, and, well, I know how much you love this place…” He smiled then, warm and adoring as he said, “So, of course, I do believe I could include free baths into the package for you. Though,” he jokingly warned, “you should expect a fair amount of overtime…”

His hands traveled back up your body, gently cupping your breasts before tweaking the sensitive peaks of them, making you arch your back and squirm a little, whimpering as you tried to press further into his skillful touch. “You’d have to stay behind from time to time… Make sure that, even after closing, the water still feels just as good as you know it to be…” His teeth grazed against the shell of your ear, humming with satisfaction when he felt one of your hands lace through his long, silky hair, give a tug when his ministrations became a little rougher. He nipped at your jaw, clearly just enjoying teasing you now.

“So what do you say…?” he asked. “Want to work for me instead?”

You didn’t even have time to think about your answer before you were breathing out desperate pleas of, “Yes… Yes… Yes—!” his fingers and mouth making quick work at unraveling you again so quickly.

But, after you and Zhongli had both exited the bath, him carrying you to the shower and insisting on rinsing you off, carefully cleaning your body with vanilla-scented soap and a fluffy cloth, wrapping you in one of the oversized robes after he’d patted you dry, you’d been able to give him a real answer.

That, yes, you’d be delighted to quit your old job and come work for him, at a place that you already held dear to you. And, if it was with him, you didn’t mind the overtime. Might actually be looking forward to it, despite the fact that if you ever made that known to anyone else they’d think you were crazy.

And so, as the blizzard howled from beyond the building, you and Zhongli curling up together in the private suite he kept tucked away in the back of the business for himself when things got particularly busy and he needed to stay late to sort the books, for the first time in your life you thought you might actually like your job.

You certainly knew that you liked your boss.

***

(This literally all happened because I saw this fanart and was like, “oooooo i got an ideeeaaaaa”. So thank you to that artist for inspiring me haha.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

It’s always such a pleasure to write for the genshin men lol.

See you next time~)

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I love your blog and your writing! I’d love to request Obi-Wan x reader where the reader is plus sized and insecure about her body and Obi reassures her. Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

thank YOU for requesting this love!! i absolutely adore this idea. here is 1.5k words of Obi-Wan reassuring a plus-sized, insecure reader. <3 -Jess

warnings: body dysmorphia, negative self-talk

The first major problem was that the Council had assigned you this mission with Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’d had a crush on the older Jedi ever since you were old enough to think of such things. The years between you weren’t vast, but he was experienced enough to stay a rank above you. So while he had gained the title of Master, you were still simply a Jedi Knight. However, your new role meant that you could now be assigned on missions with the blonde, bearded Jedi. And of course, one of your first missions as Jedi Knight had you traipsing alongside Obi-Wan through an unfamiliar moon. You had almost fainted when the Council told you the assignment. It seemed as though your wildest dream–and deepest fear–was being realized.

The second major problem was that Obi-Wan Kenobi was now in a lake. Stripped down to his undergarments. And was inviting you to do the same.

“Hurry along, we don’t have much time to waste!” The Jedi Master waded further into the water, eager to follow the curious semi-aquatic life-form you two had been pursuing.

You stood frozen, staring at the clear blue water. There was absolutely no way you were getting into the water. Mostly naked. With that man.

The little voice in your head started whispering its poisonous words, dread and shame curling in your gut. Look at him, it sneered, he’s perfect. So toned, so muscular. What would he think of those extra curves you hide under your robes?

That was what you loved about the Jedi attire. It was made for all shapes and sizes, swaths of fabric that could be as revealing or secretive about your figure as you wished. You loved the way you could blend in and not be judged because of your size. The cruel voice in your head quieted when you wore the comfortable fabric. You could simply be: be at home in your skin, be focused on your missions, be the best Jedi you could.

Obi-Wan looked back at you expectantly, excitement lighting his blue eyes. “I think I’ve found their nest! Come along, before we scare them away!” He gestured encouragingly.

You’d scare him away, the voice jabbed. You winced. You’d never told anyone about the negative thoughts you had about your own body. It was a deep, shameful secret you carried with you. You knew those types of thoughts led to the dark side, but the idea of confessing how you saw yourself to a Council member always halted you in your tracks.

You took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. You could do this.

No, you can’t, the voice laughed.

Shut up. You forced the negative thoughts deep down, focusing on the task in front of you.

“Give me a moment,” you called to Obi-Wan. He nodded, water glistening as it dripped off his shoulders. You began to undo your belt and realized he was still watching you. You flushed. “Could you, um–” you waved your hand to signal you wanted him to turn around.

Surprise lit his features, but the Jedi Master obeyed with a nod.

With his back turned, you quickly shucked off your robes. Why did there have to be so many layers? Eventually, you stood in just your undergarments. The breeze whipped through your hair, warm and inviting. You smiled and breathed in, enjoying the freedom of your skin in the salty air.

You opened your eyes to see Obi-Wan had turned back around. And was looking directly at you. His eyes skated down your mostly exposed form.

Your cheeks felt like you were sunbathing on Mustafar. Instinctively, you hunched your shoulders, wrapping your arms around your waist. Anything to make yourself seem smaller.

Obi-Wan’s brow crinkled. “Are you quite alright? Are you cold?” He gestured again to the blue water. “This lake is actually quite warm, so…” He trailed off, seeing that you were frozen in place again. The voice had come back, harsher than ever, and you couldn’t bring yourself to take even a half-step toward the water.

The Jedi began wading back toward you, aquatic life-form forgotten. “Are you alright?” he asked again. You managed to shake your head, trying to focus on not panicking as he got closer.

Obi-Wan sensed your discomfort and stopped, giving you space. After a few moments, he said gently, “You know you can tell me anything, young one.”

The nickname made you cave. Shoving the evil inner voice away, you squeaked out, “I’m sorry, Master Kenobi. It’s just that I– I am uncomfortable being this exposed.”

The blonde Jedi’s eyes widened. “Oh my, I am so sorry if I overstepped, if this mission is not–”

“No,” you said, cutting him off. You crossed your arms over your chest, gathering courage. “No, it’s not you, it’s–” you squeezed your eyes shut, “Sometimes I don’t like my body.”

The silence made your heart drop, but you opened your eyes to see Obi-Wan gazing at you with fondness. His eyes crinkled as he gently smiled. “Well, I do.”

Your gaze snapped to his, shock eliminating any self-consciousness. “You– what?”

“I think you’re beautiful.” The Jedi Master moved closer and offered his hand. Still in a stupor, you let him lead you into the clear water. He was right, it was balmy and felt heavenly on your skin.

You made to wrap an arm around your waist again, and he gently touched your shoulder. “You don’t need to do that with me,” he murmured, sliding his hand down your arm until he was clasping both your hands in his.

“You really think that I’m…” you couldn’t even get the word out. You’d never thought of yourself that way.

Obi-Wan nodded. “I do. I have for,” he blushed, “longer than I’d like to admit.”

You smiled and ducked your head. You felt another rush of shame as you saw the way you looked under the water. “But that doesn’t change the way I look,” you said quietly, panic starting to tighten your chest.

“No, it doesn’t,” Master Kenobi agreed. “But nothing about the way you look determines your spirit.” He gently lifted your chin to meet his gaze. The pure awe you saw there made your heart clench. He really saw you this way? “You are one of the greatest Jedi I know. And I do not say that lightly. You have such strength and resilience, and you never hesitate to help others. You are beautiful,” he says vehemently, “inside and out. And anyone who has ever made you feel less than that can kindly go be with the Force.”

You let out a surprised laugh, letting yourself relax into his touch and his words. Obi-Wan ran his hands up your arms to your shoulders. Water dripped off of you as the blonde Jedi looked at you, at all of you, again. The water had made your undergarments sheer, and you blushed at just how much of you was exposed.

Obi-Wan’s hands pressed gently on your shoulders. “May I?” he asked. You nodded, and he guided you into an embrace. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his muscled, scarred back. It had been ages since you had been held like this, flush against another person, without shame or judgment.

The Jedi Master ran his hands along your back, not once stuttering at the curves he touched. He held you like that for what seemed like an eternity, and you felt yourself relax, utterly at peace for the first time in a long time.

Eventually, Obi-Wan pulled away slightly to kiss the top of your head. “If you ever feel insecure like this again,” he murmured into your hair, “I want you to contact me. No matter what time it is or where you are, please let me tell you just how beautiful I think you are.”

You nodded, smiling. You pulled away, reaching up to brush a hand along his cheek. His beard tickled your fingers. “Thank you,” you told him, sincerity and emotion lacing the words.

The Jedi Master grinned. “Any time, young one.”

Something underwater brushed your foot and you let out a half-shriek. Obi-Wan chuckled. “It seems our mission is not yet complete.” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Are you up to the challenge?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Is that really a question?” You stood straight and tall, staring the older Jedi down. He looked thrilled at your newfound confidence. “Last one to find the nest is on fresher-cleaning duty!” You unabashedly dove into the lake, the echoes of Obi-Wan’s laugh following you.

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