#< fervently repeating this to myself lmao

[farmboy-jimie-stardew]

IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!

Well hi hey there hello, Jimie here! Cat guardian, wordplay enthusiast, and alleged farmer. Ask me anything, I guess. (Though I do reserve the right to ignore anything outright hateful.)

(Saw a bunch of people making ask blogs for their Stardew farmers and figured why not. Without further ado, I present to you my silly little guy farmer Jimie.

- @scribbling-waffle )

[honey-decadence]

so i saw @delusionisaplace ‘s prompt list (#4) and immediately i thought of Zoro lmao

please enjoy!

Title: Mesmerized

Word Count: 890

CW: R-18, hot summer afternoon, post time skip, hook up, oral, gn reader, Zoro receiving, reader giving, swallowing

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“Swallow it. All of it.” the swordsman grunted, tightening his grip on your hair. You kept your pace steady, your tongue circling the head of Zoro’s dick, applying slight pressure at the underside knowing how much he loved the feeling. His back was laying against the floorboards, his legs wide open with you between them.

The lazy summer afternoon was already sweltering and sucking off Zoro only added to the intensity of the atmosphere. Your skin felt sticky all over and had it not been for Zoro’s company, you probably would’ve gone with Usopp and Sanji to the farmer’s market on the pier to cool off.

But instead you were here in the crow’s nest with Zoro, fully intending on training with him but one thing led to another and you both couldn’t take your hands off each other no matter the degrees outside.

Your hand firmly pumped his shaft while the other hand was occupied with touching yourself where you craved it most, your own moans clearly having some effect on Zoro as well, evident by the cursing he muttered under his breath.

After one final flick of your tongue, you moved your lips down his penis, peppering soft kisses until you had reached your destination. You gave a slow swipe to Zoro’s balls and felt them twitch, you laughed softly. The swordsman’s hushed moan brought out this urgent need within you to coax out more of his lovely voice. He was practically crying for some attention to one of his sweet spots.

You took a ball into your mouth and began to gently suck on the smooth skin. Zoro let out another moan, this time with more depth, his hand pulling your hair some more, desperately pushing you more towards his crotch. As much as it irritated your scalp, something about Zoro clutching your hair, his face coated in a light veil of sweat, and the sight of his chest breathing heavily made you more daring and even more turned on.

“(y/n).. ah.. I need to cum..”

You looked up at him, admiring that shameless, beseeching look in his eye.

You were conflicted; one part of you wanted to prolong this pressure you’ve worked so hard to build up to. Savoring every cute noise Zoro would make along the way and more to come.

Another part of you wanted to take pity on the young man, you wanted to free him from this trance you put him in and let him shoot strings into the back of your throat until he was dry and call it a day.

Both choices were very tempting.

You decided to let Zoro’s ball go with a wet pop and made your way back up, teasingly sluggish, kissing the shaft and purposely indulging in more of his groans that only you and a few others have been graced to hear.

“(y/n)..” He hushed out between gritted teeth. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You maintained your speed, making the whole ordeal more agonizing on Zoro’s end, chuckling at the sound of his exasperated sigh that followed.

“Don’t rush me marimo.”

Normally, Zoro would have snapped at your remark but the moment you set your wet lips on him, any and all thoughts of arguing with you flew out the windows, scrunching his face as he enjoyed the velvety texture of your tongue as it circled the head of his dick once again.

You decided to release the poor swordsman from his plight, your mouth sucking harder now than ever, your fervent licking driving Zoro over the top; his eye shot open.

“Ah! Hey!” he yelped.

His warm cum splashed and coated your mouth, his taste was as salty as ever. It felt like a hot minute as streams shot out, each time you swallowed, you wondered when he was going to stop.

As you swallowed the last drop of Zoro’s fluids, you watched him try, and struggle, to stay awake. You smiled to yourself, admiring the mess you made out of him. Raising yourself from between his legs, you laid down next to him, giving a kiss to his sweaty temple. He turned his head to face you, looking into your eyes as he chuckled.

"Don't get too attached now." He said.

You thought about what he had said before your next reply. Wearing that cheeky smile of yours, you reassured him.

"If you get up and leave, I ain't standing in your way." You ran your hand through his wet strands of hair before coming down to his ear, playing with his three earrings. "And it doesn't matter to me, you'll be back again", giving him a face, knowing well that this wasn't the last time you two would be intimate like this. You were one of the few people he let take a glimpse past his tough guy exterior, he wouldn't walk away so easily.

As soon as those words left your lips, Zoro quickly fell into a deep sleep, comically snoring. You both knew that as 2nd in command, Zoro had to put the balance of the crew before all personal feelings. With your words, he was able to relax.

Shortly after, you let your eyelids drop and enjoyed the nice breeze coming from the window, cooling your sweaty body. You could only wish moments like these would happen more often.

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this was the song I had on repeat during the making of this fic:

Always Be My Baby Def Club Mix -Mariah Carey (specifically this chorus)

Title and writing was inspired by another Mariah Carey song as well

i tried to emphasize the feeling of trust towards the end and i hope it came out that way, thank you for reading! Happy One Piece day!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OKOKOK BUCKLE UP BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO SAY (this got like really really Really long sorry in advance </3)

first of all mickey my dearest: AAAAAAIUUGHHHHHEUHDJDBWODBXIDBFUDBIXBSYWTSYYDYWUEJFUEUUF i love u. i love this fic. this series. i NEED u to know that this made me fucking insane i LOVE ur writing so much i couldnt praise it enough everything in this felt sooooo much like a movie im so in awe of u its not even funny

but okokok im just gonna walk u thru my thoughts as i was reading :33 mickey i am smothering u in affection & love watch out my love beam is heading ur way ….. if u start to feel cozy & warm out of nowhere thats my handiwork <33

he wants to see the leaves, the vines growing on the houses, the river flowing along with the fish in it, the townsfolk. he knows the people, he loves the people; the old lady selling flowers on the corner, the blacksmith with one eye, the doctor, who taught shoko everything she knows, the kids playing ball, the cats nudging themselves against his calves. he loves it. and the people love him, too.

UUEUUUEUEUUEUEUEUUE 🥺🥺🥺🥺😥😥😥😥😭😭😭😭 MICKEY I MISSED HIMMM PRECIOUS PUPPYDOG OF A MAN…. ur satoru is so sickly-sweet he’s like a fresh clementine . slathered w honey. i want to put him in my mouth i dont wanna eat him i just want him to chill there. i just love him this paragraph makes me soooo…. i feel so emotional for some reason. waaaahh i just …. i can really feel his fondness for the town here and it makes me sooo 🥺🥺 he loves the town and the town loves him back!!

he buys loads and loads – some for his own room, some for his mom, some for the dining room and some for suguru and shoko. they always roll their eyes at that but the prince knows they appreciate the gesture; he's seen shoko admire them on the balcony of her room, observing every single petal in detail and he has seen suguru smelling them, when he thinks the prince isn't looking. suguru's nose is sensitive, so the prince takes his time picking out the ones with a smell that won't make his nose scrunch up.

AAAAAAAA AND THEN U FOLLOW IT UP W THIS……. :(( toru has the softest spot for kids so true!!! AND THE FLOWERS FOR SUGUSHOKO IM CRYING IM SOBBING it’s what they deserve!!!! they’re both soooo embarrassing acting like they aren’t giggling & kicking their feet over those flowers every single day… esp sugu like i KNOW what u are . he’s a little flower boy . he loves them i just know it …. AAAND TORU BEING SOOO THOUGHTFUL :(((( he just loves so fervently…

"i kept scolding them over it. but no, they just kept going. later i learned that all of those beatings and slashings were for other kids." her head hanged low as she spoke. "they kept taking the blame for the younger kids, so that they wouldn't get hurt. stole food, so that they wouldn't starve. i didn't know that." 

:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( mickey….. i know ive commented on this before bUT….. it really does break my heart so much :<…………. i think ill always be so so so weak for the tough exterior/soft interior trope ….. that character who seems scary and violent and uncaring but they have such a gentle heart. T^T i adore knight!reader soooo much mickey…. i’ll probably repeat myself saying this but i really think it’s such a huge testament to ur talent that u can make ur reader just as charming as the character i’m supposed to be thirsting over LMAO

he thinks about how there are no street kids now – he made sure of that. his father wasn't a fan of his idea of lowering the taxes and building a house for the alleged troubled kids. he hired some people that take care of them and that's another place he'll visit later today. he loves the kids so much and he just wants them to have a good life in his town. he won't be like his father — he will be better. 

HE’S SO KIND HE’S SO KIND HE’S SO KINDDDDD mickey ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ aaa i just know knight!reader would respect him sm for this too……… i can sooooo see knight!reader having a huge soft spot for kids btw like . i think it’s just in the nature of tough/soft scary dog priviliege characters to be so good w children it hits every single time

a familiar glint of armor catches his eye. it's you. 

KNIGHT!READER HYPE KNIGHT!READER HYPEEEEEE I MISSED U MY SWEETIE MY MEOWMEOW‼️‼️‼️

you give her a small nod and go for a hand shake for good measure but the doctor grabs your hand with both of hers and holds it to her heart. she tells you something that makes your lip quiver just a bit, just a little.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 mickey …. u need to stop this immediately . ohhh this is gonna make me cry isnt it …. no bc i can just imagine knight!reader’s being so touched and choked up by just a tiny bit of kindness…. i want to pat their head i want them to rest their head on my lap etc etc </3 aaaa i need them to be pampered they’re just so sweet and troubled. i wonder if maybe the dr apologized.....

the prince is stopped in his tracks, only managing to stare at you from a distance. he hasn't seen you since your little meet-cute. not for his lack of trying, though. oh no, he's been all over town, trying to find his little knight but to no avail — gone like the summery wind.

his little knight DO U WANT ME TO COLLAPSE STOPPPP STOP IT gone like the summery wind…… i love this line sm i can practically taste it . ok but the implications here … the symbolism….. knight!reader being associated w summer in particular …. hmmm hmm hmmm. i am Thinking

you make your way to the flower lady, greeting her with another bow of your head. so polite. the woman just beams at you and the prince feels his own lips twitch into a smile. you two engage in conversation that he cannot hear but once in his life, he doesn't want to interrupt. the flower lady says something that makes your head fall before she bursts into loud laughter, something teasing he thinks.

🥺🥺🥺 this makes me feel so soft mickey KNIGHT!READER BEING SO POLITE…… and being treated so warmly hhhhh it’a what they deserve!!!!!! they deserve all of it and more!!!!! and gojo just watching fondly….. everything feels so vivid and warm i wanna dive into this fic & sleep in it (future ari here i just wanna say that i do not in fact want to dive into this fic anymore i’ll stay in summer ☹️☹️)

he catches a faint, the faintest, little smirk playing on your lips and his knees are ready to give out. 

GOOOOODDDDDD SAMMEEEEEE SAME ME AND PRINCE!GOJO ARE LIKE THIS 🤝🤝🤝 a SMIRK ohhhhhh my knees would buckle. my lungs would cave in. mickey ur characterization is so godly i dont even know what to say i think im genuinely more attracted to knight!reader than prince!gojo atp i need them so bad

reaching the stream that runs through the town, you lean against railing and tilt your head toward the sun. you bask in it. the light warms your skin, accentuating the scar across your eye. it looks cool.

aaaa this is so vivid & lovely BUT ALSO ;;;;;;; MICKEY THEY’RE SOOOO CATCODED THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES just soaking in the sunlight 🥺🥺🥺🥺 babyyyyyy …. i need them to be safe and happy so bad mickey pls for my sanity dont make this too angsty i might crumble into little bits and pieces. (future ari here again past ari if u can hear me TURN BACK NOW 😥😥😥) AND THE SCAR <333333 theyre the coolest!!!!

"you do that often, your highness?"

hm?

you address him without turning your head and it makes the prince jump a little. you knew he was here? he looks behind him just make sure you are, in fact, talking to h—

"yes, i'm talking to you." 

AND THEIR MEETING HHHHHH i love their dialogue so MUCH …. my beloved sassy knight <333333

"i was not standing in the middle of the street! i am perfectly on the side, i don't know what you're talking about." he takes a step toward you, so– so eager to finally have you here with him.

"that's what you took from that sentence?" your fist raised in front of your lips, surpressing a grin.

the prince is more observant than you'd think. his fingers twitch by his side, eager to remove your hand and let your smile shine. 

mickey i cant breathe please stop this ? please stop this. IM LOSING ITTTT THEYRE TOO CUTE I CANT TAKE IT eager to remove your hand and let your smile shine 😭🥺🥺 oh he’s so down bad its embarrassing HE JUST WANTS TO SEE THEM SMILE … this whole interaction feels soso fond . so warm. like the banter is so good and fun but they also have this chemistry that makes me feel so cozy and at peace hhhh they’re my little angels

"i haven't seen you around."

"oh, were you looking for me, your highness?" it's supposed to be another tease but it doesn't fall through becaus—

"yes." the prince deadpans. humming, you try to brush off his straigh-forwardness. 

"missed me, your highness?" you decide to give it another go.

"yes." and it doesn't work. you feel heat crawling up your neck, so you raise a hand to massage it. to hide it from the prince's keen eyes.

ok so turns out i fucking lied disregard my other words THIS ^^^^ is my last straw im so close to snapping u dont even KNOW… i adore their dynamic its so good. its so special to me. mickey ur so talented it hurts i dont understand how u can make ur characters so effortlessly charming ……… the banter is just so flirty and sweet and touching and im abt to . Explode i think. UR WRITING REALLY DOES HAVE MOVIE VIBES I SWEAR IT’S TRUE this is the part of the movie where i click pause to squeal into my hands <333

he really does look like a puppy like this. you've never seen one, you've only met teeth-baring wolves in the woods. you don't know what to do with him.

MICKEY IM ??????? no. we NEED to talk abt this u cant just casually drop this and expect me to be even remotely normal LIKE THE . the . the symbolism …. the implications ………. knight!reader being a stray cat, only accustomed to wild dogs who bare their teeth and snap their jaws… who’s used to being chased away, hunted, and then in comes the sweetest friendliest little puppy???? and they just dont know what to DO… one thing abt me is i will never fail to crumble when i see a character who feels uncomfortable around good kind people simply because they’re so unfamiliar with kindness. it guts me like nothing else. prince!gojo is what someone like knight!reader NEEDS and that’s exactly why i think they’ll end up pushing him away. but ohhh mickey this line 💔💔 im gnawing at it gently it’s my fave ever 

"i just can't help it. and, anyway, i'm trying to figure out whether this is a dream or not."

PEHJDHDHD HE’S SOOOO????? silly silly little man!!!!!!! he makes me so happyyyyy sweet little prince <33333 

"well, did you?"

"i did. it matches your eyes. if i had known my little knight was in town, i would've worn it."

(sound of explosion) (sound of explosion) (sound of explosion) IT …. MATCHES THE COLOUR OF THEIR EYES ……… MICKEYYY STOPPPP HE’S SO??? THEY’RE SOO???? it matches your eyes why does this feel like a declaration of love like it hit me SO hard 😥😥 this little freak. this romantic loser. it matches their EYES mickey im so …

another breeze bristles through the two of you, rustling the prince's hair. the desire to fix it is weirdly strong, you push it aside. 

🥺🥺🥺 silly little knight thinks they can stifle their inherent tenderness lmaoooo look at this loser (i would die for them)

the cloud moves a little and a few sun beams drop down onto the prince, leaving you behind into the shadows for a moment before lighting you up again.

im sorry for being ill but my brain is literally spinning right now im digging into every single line looking for symbolism like ….. the sun ….. the way the shadow falls across the knight but not the prince ……. do u see where im going w this. and knight!reader who always feels most at peace when they’re basking in sunlight… who met the prince in summer…. IM CONNECTING THE DOTS IM CONNECTING THEM !!!!

"that what? use your words, your highness. you're a big boy, i know you can do it."

prince!gojo is stronger than me i would’ve folded like a lawn chair i KNOWWW he ate this up though. mickey if knight!reader ever called him a good boy do u think he would actually just explode yes or yes

"what do you think will happen if you say it, hm? there's nobody here; nobody to shame you for it and even if somebody tried – i'd protect you." the last part tugs the corners of his mouth up, nailing them there, showing off his pearly whites.

MICKEYYYYYYYYY 🥺🥺🥺🥺 he’s so…. nothing gets me like a good ol declaration of protection genuinely . (future ari back again in retrospect this line hurts more than the ending of this fic like can u even IMAGINE the guilt he must feel. fuckkkk)

he's doing it again. kind of trying to claw inside your ribcage. thankfully you're wearing armor; you won't let it happen. you can't. it's crazy, how much his sincerity irks you. and his jokes. and his smile. and his eyes. and the way he won't leave you alone. and the way he keeps bugging you about the name. you won't, though. you will not. 

ribcage mention ….. have i mentioned that im weak for ribcage imagery 👉👈 it makes me feel a little ill I LOOVEEE THIS PARAGRAPH MICKEY I LOVE IT SO MUCH knight!reader i hate to break it to u but u are experiencing what human beings refer to as positive emotions 😔😔 THEY LIKE HIM THEY DOOO he’s silly & sweet & a little impossible not to love. i’d pretend not to like him but honestly mickey i dont think i could resist doting on him… i wanna pick him up and spin him around until he’s giggling and telling me to put him down

"i can drop the 'your highness', if that'll make you leave me alone."

"yes!" he does a little celebratory movement with his fist and the urge to punch him is back. "that's a start. we're getting somewhere now."

"we're not getting anywhere, stupid."

MY BELOVEDS ohhh they make me so happy theyre so cuteee

"fought a bear."

...

"what?! you can't just casually say you fought a fucking bear and then just stoically look in the distance?" he's ready to bounce off the walls, three words filling his adrenaline gauge immediately.

"nothing special about it." 

it's taking you everything to hold back your laughter.

"wha— what the fuck do you mean 'it's nothing special'? you fought a bear?!" 

he's unbelievably naive, actually, because does he seriously think you fought a bear and got away with some scratches on your fingers and nothing else? he's deluded. just for you.

"how big was it? was it mad? did you kill its babies? oh, i hope you didn't kill its babies, that's so bad. wait, did you kill it? why'd you fight it in the first place? c'mon, please tell me. please." 

MY HEART FEELS SO FULL IM SMILING SO WIDE their banter gives me so much joy it’s insane KNIGHT!READER IS SO FUNNY….. and prince!gojo my sweetipie ……. he’s worried abt the BEAR CUBS im genuinely gonna cry he’s the sweetest in the world 😭😭 also just for you i collapsed .

you sigh deeply before glancing at him, almost stopping your false little story because of his confused expression. he's cute. no, he isn't.

HELPME PSHWUDJ THEIR INNER DEMONS… i like to think that knight!reader is haunted by this tiny little voice that just will not stfu abt the prince . full disco elysium style . they're so harry coded actually

"i'm just fucking with you, my liege. i didn't fight a fucking bear, s—" 

PDHDJDJJDFJ IM JUST FUCKING WITH YOU MY LIEGE mickey i hope u know this will forever be etched into my vocabulary. ALSOOO how did u know my liege was my favorite royalty title <3333 i giggle & twirl my hair every time i see it

it's a second. where it's all quiet – just you and him, looking at each other and smiling. it's weird. and so good at the same time. you don't know what to do with yourself. he bumps his shoulder into yours before leaning back down. he stays close, an inch between you and you fight the urge to pull away. you're scared. not used to this. it was just a fleeting touch and he doesn't seem that affected. (he is). your eyes flick from the river to the fish to the flowers by the water and to the sky above you. you don't know what to do with yourself.

mickey………… if i proposed would u say yes YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOURSELF……… this . this!!!!! this one really really really gutted me . like. owch owch owch. knight!reader really is so so unaccustomed to anything Good & Kind & Safe and it breaks my heart a lil :&lt; you’re scared.…… mickey i know u are w me on this but like . just the idea of someone who isn’t afraid of beasts or blood or pain, but so so scared of intimacy…. it’s just such a tasty and heartwrenching concept </3

ok so mickey i just want u to know that i can’t really breathe and it’s your fault ☹️☹️ THE ENTIRE FLOWER GIRLS SCENE ………… MICKEYYY I MELTED IM NOT KIDDING I CANT TAKE IT literally every single line makes me emotional LIKE ;;;;;

"well, hello to my very favourite girls." 

HE’S SO GIRLDAD IM GONNA BE SICK

one of the girls reminds you of shoko. it's a bit uncanny, really. brown hair and big brown eyes. and she even stares at you the same way, just like she did when you were small; with a sense of curiosity instead of the usual distain you were used to. you try to give her a cautious smile, so afraid she'll be frightened by your sharp teeth, by the scars. 

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ohhhhh they’re so awkward but so good w the girls too….. they’re trying their best i love them so much

the prince is quietly observing you from the corner of his eye while braiding one of the other girls' hair. the girls taught him that. he's very good at it, too. the third little lady is talking his ear off about the next tea-party they're having. he loves them. 

IM LYING IN A PUDDLE OF MY OWN TEARS HE’S SOOOOO GIRLDAD I CANT STAND HIM

"does it hurt?"

you shake your head. not anymore.

:( do u want me hospitalized mickey be honest

the prince swears there are stars in your eyes, and he's determined to make them stay there. 

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 sorry i think i’ve lost my last remaining braincells my head is just air and a whole bunch of 🥺s

"i think..." the prince's hand reaches for the flower, his fingertips ghosting over yours. "this..." he raises it next to your ear. "should go here. what'd you think girls?" they excitedly nod their heads. "yes! yes!" 

and to top it off, he whispers a 'be good' to you.

a grumble, is what escapes your tight throat but the quiet giggles that emit from the girls help it relax. the prince's nimble hand pushes a hair behind your ear and places the flower aside it.

MCIKEYDH MIEUCJE MICVEYE MICKEY MY VISION IS GOING BLURRY IM ABT TO PASS OUT????? LIKE ACTUALLY LEGITIMATELY WOWWWW OK . ok . i will be normal about this . BE GOOD???????? DO U WNAT ME TO DIE??????????????,,, ok so maybe i was underestimating his power . just a little . maybe i would fold instantly. 😔😔

also the .. the physical contact …….. mickey i can literally see it all so vividly like it’s insane . IT’S SO GOOD IM SO IN LOVE and the way knight!reader just grumbles 🥺🥺🥺 ohhh they aren’t used to the attention at all. they’re the cutest little guy ever.

your eyes flick over to them, still waiting for them to just run off but they're there. admiring the knight with the flower behind their ear alongside their prince. the heat is now clawing its way up your neck and onto your face; the warm tint on your cheeks makes the prince coo. that's enough. 

MICKEY NOT THE COOING IM BEGGING U I CANT HANDLE IT this scene gave me a physical reaction btw i blushed and kicked my feet irl . my eyes are a little glassy. the effect ur writing has on me can’t be normal what spell have u put me under 😥😥😥😥

a tug on your bandaged hand makes you jump. "are you coming to the party?" it's the mini-shoko. tugging on your arm like when you were young. 

your eyebrows raise – you don't know the answer to her simple question. it should be a no, but how can you say that to her? you just want her to smile, to keep smiling. 

MINI SHOKO 💔💔💔💔 aaaaa and knight!reader just wants them to keep smiling…. ohhh they love shoko so dearly :((

"it looks good."

"fuck off." shoving him off of your shoulder, you give him a firm punch against his chest, loud laughter rumbling through it. god, he's annoying.

(…)

"stop staring." 

"i can't."

you slightly open one of your eyes and peer at him. his leaning on the thing, cheek mushed against the palm of his hand, eyes set on you. he looks beautiful.

KNIGHT!READER X PRINCE!GOJO THE ONLY PAIRING EVER ACTUALLY this dynamic makes me so weak mickey 😭😭😭 they’re so funny & sweet i need them to kiss

”i want to look at people and i want them to look at me. i want to connect with them. with the world. with you."

(…)

"i heard it gives you headaches?"

"it's worth it." 

he means it. you hum.

prince!gojo my beloved …….. i looooveeee this moment between them and i love how u characterize them both like i literally can't say this enough: i adore them both and they feel so . multifaceted and real…. it’s worth it. and he means it!!!! he loves everyone around him!!! :’3

"i heard that little boys like you get washed away in the rain. 'm jus' looking out for you."

"i— am not a little boy."

oh, and his voice cracks. 

KNIGHT!READER IS SUCHHH A TEASE I ADORE THEM teaser x teaser is the ideal dynamic actually

his cheeks flush but it's worth it because the next thing he hears is like the sweetest melody in the world – you laugh. you actually laugh. 

AAAA he’s so smitten 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"right... not a little boy but a pretty little princess instead." and you can't help it, another chuckle bubbling up your throat. 

he's in awe. the sun peeks from the grey clouds and soaks you in it's golden light. his knight. 

"i—..." and he can't contain his own laughter. "okay, first of all – i'd make a gorgeous princess, for all you know!"

"oh, i don't doubt that." you scoff.

HE’S THE PRETTIEST PRINCESS ON PLANET EARTH HE’S MY GIRLFRIEND HE’S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE knight!reader/prince!gojo vs gender and they just keep winning every single time ….. THIS WHOLE SCENE IS SOSO SOFT & WARM mickeyyy i said it before but reading ur writing really does feel like eating a really sweet refreshing treat it makes me sooo happy im nomnoming it :33

"the girls have taught you well, i see." your hand rises again to hide your foreign expression; rough, scarred fingers covering the softest grin. "you really are ridiculous..."

"just for you." his voice is always so confident, like he really means it. for you. but he isn't. he isn't for you – you seem to be forgetting that. mistakes like that tend to get punished. 

ok first of all i need knight!reader so bad they’re so cool they’re so charming SECOND OF ALL…. just for you ……. yeah. yeahhhh. don’t even get me started on mistakes like that tend to get punished i don’t like this foreshadowing mickey 😭😭😭 WHAT A BANGER LINE THOUGH IT HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK….

his wrist is still caught in your palm and he doesn't plan on letting you go – swiveling his hand to properly grasp onto yours. it doesn't burn. 

mickey have i mentioned that u are a genius…. the way u show reader and how touch-anxious they are and how that sloooowwlllyyyy starts to change makes me so emotional i just wanna tuck them into my pocket and keep them safe 😔😔

the dark figure staring at you from the distance is hidden by the sound of the prince's addicting laughter. you've let yourself go for a minute and you're about to be punished for it. are you ready?

MICKEY CAN WE NOT????? CAN WE HAVE ONE GOOD DAY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD???????? ok but genuinely though the way u prepare the reader for it is soooo fucking cool it’s like knight!reader is aware of it themselves and taking that little leap knowing they’ll be punished for it deep down… IT’S SO GOOD AND PAINFUL AND OMINOUS are you ready? NO???? IM NOT???????

it's so easy to forget with him. to forget everything. that you're not supposed to be acting like this. playing like children. especially with the prince. you're not supposed to be laughing. having fun. you're not supposed to.

you splash him back, child-like laughter falling from your lips with ease. it's your fault.

mickey i wish i could feel happy and giddy but there’s this little lump of anxiety in my chest now and it won’t go away ☹️☹️☹️

this time – your noses really do bump together, an immediate flush spreading across your face. your armor is heavy on his chest but he doesn't mind. doesn't mind when it comes to you. when you try to get up, his fingers latch onto the metal, gently pressing down on your waist. 

THE INTIMACY THE LONGING THE EMOTIONS HE DOESN’T MIND WHEN IT COMES TO YOUUUU (the lump of anxiety is still there btw)

your eyes widen and your lips sow themselves shut in the blink of an eye, forcing the prince watch you swallow his name; push it deep down – as far as it could possibly go. never to be seen again. the weight of your armor lifts from his chest, but another kind remains heavy on his heart. 

aaaaand there it is!!!! im in shambles. okay but mickey soooo many lines in this fic will live in my brain forever the way reader literally swallows his name back down …. never to be seen again. owowow. just :ccccccc this scene is so heartwrenching but also so inevitable hhhh

the prince's mouth opens – ready to defend his knigh—

a slap!

mickey i dont feel so good

the man's back of the hand meets your cheek, jolting you, awakening some well-hidden memories deep in your body. your eyes shoot up to face your foe. you know this man. his eyes are cold; cold as the sudden autumn wind, a wind you know will give you a fever and nail you to your bed. your cheek throbs – a dark pink pool of shame; pure shame and digust of oneself. 

THIS PARAGRAPH IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND VIVID AND HURTS SO BAD mickey sorry if my notes here are sloppy my brain is spinning w thoughts but im so locked into the scene that i can’t really think 😭😭😭 but ok wait jot the autumn symbolism down i’m gonna tie it back to gojo being reader’s metaphorical summer i’m still not sure what that makes them though. probably spring right???? that’s my guess so far OK BACK TO READING

how dare you?

a sharp intake of breath and the prince is hurling towards you but a strong hand keeps him in place. 

"don't." suguru. his arm drapes over the prince's chest, holding him back. 

SUGURU MENTIONED SUGURU MENTIONED SUGURU MENTIONED ok sorry im normal this scene is fucking heartbreaking btw like i feel genuine anguish in my soul i feel a little nauseous i probably won’t sleep well tonight etc etc

the heavy brash rain washes away the light that had been shining in your eyes, turning them back into a pair off dull ones; the beating heart behind your ribs rattling in its cage. stupid.

yeahhhhhhh i genuinely don’t feel so good PHDJDHIDJDJ 😭😭 MICKEY THIS SCENE IS LITERALLY SO GOOD I’M COMPLETELY INVESTED but i feel . Numb inside. like i can picture everything so vividly your writing is just Like That but in this case i really don’t want to feel the scene as strongly as i am rn 😭😭😭 I’M SENSITIVE TOO OK me and prince!gojo are holding hands w our stupid sniffly little selves

his heavy fist lands against your worn back, stumbling you forward. he doesn't need to tell you twice. you don't wanna hear it twice. with a throbbing red cheek you step before the prince and slowly fall down to your knee, into the mud. where you belong. you reach for the prince's hand, raising it to your face.

"forgive me, my prince." 

after what seemed like entirnity, your eyes meet. it's not you. it can't be. chapped lips graze the back of his hand, trembling in your hold while you keep your cold gaze on him. the flower behind your ear has wilted, laying limp, just about ready to fall and sink deep into the ground. 

the flower wilting ………… the rain ……….. sorry im genuinely heartbroken rn i cant think this is extremely up my alley though . im obsessed. it hurts so badly i cant breathe. ur writing is so beautiful but it makes the pain 10x worse

suguru doesn't look any better than the two of you; his lips indefinitely turned downward, guilt seeping from the hands holding his best friend. he knows he can't do anything for you and he's sure you know it too, it doesn't take away the god awful feeling, though. he feels the prince turning more into a puddle by the second, his grasp on him faltering. 

mickey im not even kidding the only comfort i have rn is knight!sugu just a singlemention of him makes the pain in my chest a lil more bearable if the next part is this angsty too pls do me a favour and keep him on standby he’s my emotional support 💔💔💔💔

this won't happen again; it cannot happen again. he's just a boy — a boy, who wants to play house, knowing there won't be a punishment for his fun. a mere slap against his fingers that he'll respond to with a frown but nothing more. but a knight? playing house? it's absurd, laughable even. it is disgraceful. 

who do you think you are? 

who are you to touch the prince with your dirty hand? who are you to stain him with your tainted touch? how dare you muddy their little doll? their precious prince? you're some foul creature seen on the street; an agressive dog, ready to chew up the prince. he's not for you to touch, to have — he's theirs. he is everything and you are nothing.

there’s something so heartbreaking here on both ends because knight!reader is so troubled and self-loathing and so quick to imagine themselves as some kind of beast but also prince!gojo….. the heartbreak & shame that he must feel after telling them that he’d protect them and then failing to do so. ohhh this is gonna break him a little isnt it??? a prince who has the kingdom at his fingertips but has to watch someone he cares for get abused. it’s just so so twisted and it hurts so much to think abt . :((( i loved this scene mickey i really truly did w all my heart but as u can probably tell im empty inside LMAOOO

and in the end — you're not even a real knight.

ok so we’re gonna unpack this <33 EXCUSE ME WHAT. okokokokok my brain is kinda out of juice but hmmmmm. hm hm hm. this really is just me spitballing mickey pls dont mind me i just need this written out for my peace of mind; maybe reader idolizes knights? maybe they were saved by one at some point? maybe they yearn to be a knight so badly that they pretend to be one? assuming that this line is like . Literal bc i could also see it being a im not worthy to be a knight ; i could never be a true knight kinda thing even if they are one in technicality...

anyway anyway this got . um. Long IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN FOR IT TO i was just so excited to read this all day :’3 mickey i love this series so much it’s so special to me and YOU’RE so special to me im kissing ur giant brain and ur genius writing fingers!!!!! i hope u can feel my love through these notes even if they’re a little . Messy. ILY AND I LOVE THIS …. the scene w the flower girls + the knight’s guard are gonna be spinning around in my head forever and ever <3333

AUTUMN - THE SMILE

a reuniun between a prince and a knight, filled with laughter, giggles and tears. you should've seen it coming.

☆. contains: prince!satoru gojo x gn!knight!reader; fluff; angst :D; just a tad bit of violence toward the reader but they can take it (right?); knight!suguru makes an appearance as always, talk of shoko and her childhood

☆. word count: 6k

☆. note: got very real in the end. it'll pass, though. surely. tagging my beloveds too bc i want to. @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat & @elusivemoon & @staryukis

+ here are the masterlist, the previous part & the soundtrack

it's autumn.

the yellow and red leaves paint the town in their warm colors. the people are wearing matching scarves, some already mittens too. the wind can be unforgiving during this time of year - it hides itself behind the last few drops of sunlight and reemerges the second a cloud appears.

it is sunny today, though. a few clouds here and there but not doesn't scare anybody. the town is as bustling as ever. and the prince is out on his daily walk again. he loves being outside, the castle makes him feel so restricted, so caged in. outside - whether it's the shadowy woods or the lively town, he feels free, even if it's a mere moment. he loves taking in the sun - he isn't wearing his blindfold again, aware of the hard fact that he'll get a sickening headache after, but he just can't help it. he wants to see the world around him without the silly restriction his eyes beg for him to wear. he wants to see the leaves, the vines growing on the houses, the river flowing along with the fish in it, the townsfolk. he knows the people, he loves the people; the old lady selling flowers on the corner, the blacksmith with one eye, the doctor, who taught shoko everything she knows, the kids playing ball, the cats nudging themselves against his calves. he loves it. and the people love him, too.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sure, there are many, who'd like to see him dead but those are just power-hungry dogs and the prince knows that. he loves his people and they love him. whenever he comes out, he always plays with the kids. always. he plays ball with them, he plays house with them, he even planned a tea party for them once. he always visits the flower shop lady to look and smells the flowers, even when they're the exact same ones from the day before. he always buys some, insisting that he pays when the lady says otherwise. he buys loads and loads – some for his own room, some for his mom, some for the dining room and some for suguru and shoko. they always roll their eyes at that but the prince knows they appreciate the gesture; he's seen shoko admire them on the balcony of her room, observing every single petal in detail and he has seen suguru smelling them, when he thinks the prince isn't looking. suguru's nose is sensitive, so the prince takes his time picking out the ones with a smell that won't make his nose scrunch up.

suguru walks with him often, but not today. his knight duties called – the king's guard specifically requested him. 'how fancy' the prince said with a grin, earning a punch to his shoulder. he's proud of his friend, though, always. suguru makes an excellent knight and he couldn't be happier to have his best friend with him at all times (at most times).

he likes to visit the blacksmith, too. and every single time he begs, begs, to try out the job. he wants to get his hands dirty, he wants to try new things. he gets excited; it's freeing. a few times, when the prince is alone, the blacksmith allows the boy to help him.

the doctor is someone he also visits regularly. just to check up on her and to talk about shoko – he is insistent on knowing everything about her childhood but she herself won't tell him all that much. he always brings the doctor freshly brewed coffee from the tavern across the street. from her, he has learned that shoko had a rather tough childhood. well, he did know that much. he did learn that the doctor took in shoko when she was just eight; gave her a warm house and a bed and made her into an apprentice. shoko never budged an eye at the blood and the screams, which threw the doctor off a bit but she supposed it's from the life on the streets.

he has also learned that shoko had a friend, who was ready to do anything for her and for others for that's sake. with a deep sigh, she confessed that she regretted not taking in the other kid. shoko was more quiet, more well-behaved in a sense but the other kid – they kept getting into fights with the knights of the castle. "i kept scolding them over it. but no, they just kept going. later i learned that all of those beatings and slashings were for other kids." her head hanged low as she spoke. "they kept taking the blame for the younger kids, so that they wouldn't get hurt. stole food, so that they wouldn't starve. i didn't know that."

the prince nodded along, surprised to hear about this noble kid. his age, too. "where are they now?" he asked in a whisper, a little scared of the answer.

"they left. around the time they were twelve, i think. shoko was miserable. brought me and her flowers and bread; the most polite troubled kid i ever saw." she sighed."i was stupid."

the prince never mentions all that he knows to shoko; of course, he wants to know more but if she needs time to tell it to him herself – so be it. he offered her a room at the castle after he and suguru made her patch him up after a little accident. it's funny really, one of the prince's fondest memories.

though, the prince can't lie about being very fascinated the mysterious kid, who left town. why did they leave in the first place? why take the blame? who is this person? where are they now?

it's an old conversation that popped into his head as he's making his way to see the very same doctor today. why today? a cold breeze makes a shiver run down his spine and he looks up at the sun. it's so bright. fuck, he's definitely gonna get that headache. a group of kids run by him, laughter filling the street. he thinks about how there are no street kids now – he made sure of that. his father wasn't a fan of his idea of lowering the taxes and building a house for the alleged troubled kids. he hired some people that take care of them and that's another place he'll visit later today. he loves the kids so much and he just wants them to have a good life in his town. he won't be like his father — he will be better.

a warm smell of pastries suddenly floods his nose and he hums – it's thursday today. it's when they bake the biggest batch of goodies. his mouth is already salivating just thinking about it. he'll have to bring some to his friends too. as he's reaching his destination, a familiar glint of armor catches his eye. it's you. standing before the doctor's house, looking up at her with what can only be described as hope, as she's pointing toward the castle with a small smile. you give her a small nod and go for a hand shake for good measure but the doctor grabs your hand with both of hers and holds it to her heart. she tells you something that makes your lip quiver just a bit, just a litte. nodding again, you bow your head and bid your goodbye. the doctor is left standing at her door, watching you walk toward the flower shop.

the prince is stopped in his tracks, only managing to stare at you from a distance. he hasn't seen you since your little meet-cute. not for his lack of trying, though. oh no, he's been all over town, trying to find his little knight but to no avail — gone like the summery wind.

but now. here you are.

you make your way to the flower lady, greeting her with another bow of your head. so polite. the woman just beams at you and the prince feels his own lips twitch into a smile. you two engage in conversation that he cannot hear but once in his life, he doesn't want to interrupt. the flower lady says something that makes your head fall before she bursts into loud laughter, something teasing he thinks. it's like she knows you, why else would she be so comfortable with a new knight in town? he catches a faint, the faintest, little smirk playing on your lips and his knees are ready to give out.

after the short conversation with the woman, you make your way through the town with the prince tailing you. he watches you take in the people, the kids, the houses. the familiarity of it all. many of the older people seem to recognize you, bowing their heads as you pass by them.

reaching the stream that runs through the town, you lean against railing and tilt your head toward the sun. you bask in it. the light warms your skin, accentuating the scar across your eye. it looks cool. you have the same cuirass on from the months before, the little specks of rust still there. he looks at your hands, the bandages covering your fingers and the back of your hand. he's so curious about them. how'd you fight? how'd you protect? who'd you save? where have you been? it's eating him alive, he just wants to fucking ask you about the—

"you do that often, your highness?"

hm?

you address him without turning your head and it makes the prince jump a little. you knew he was here? he looks behind him just make sure you are, in fact, talking to h—

"yes, i'm talking to you."

"wha— how'd you know i was here?" his voice is a pitch higher than usual, genuinely surprised by having your attention on him.

"well, you're bound to spot the royal idiot standing with his mouth wide open in the middle of the street, your highness." you tease.

"i was not standing in the middle of the street! i am perfectly on the side, i don't know what you're talking about." he takes a step toward you, so– so eager to finally have you here with him.

"that's what you took from that sentence?" your fist raised in front of your lips, surpressing a grin.

the prince is more observant than you'd think. his fingers twitch by his side, eager to remove your hand and let your smile shine.

"i haven't seen you around."

"oh, were you looking for me, your highness?" it's supposed to be another tease but it doesn't fall through becaus—

"yes." the prince deadpans. humming, you try to brush off his straigh-forwardness.

"missed me, your highness?" you decide to give it another go.

"yes." and it doesn't work. you feel heat crawling up your neck, so you raise a hand to massage it. to hide it from the prince's keen eyes.

...

"you're ridiculous. don't you have other people to play around with?"

"oh, tons and tons. but they're not you." he leans toward you, tilting his head, boring his pretty blue eyes into yours – he really does look like a puppy like this. you've never seen one, you've only met teeth-baring wolves in the woods. you don't know what to do with him.

"has anyone mentioned, you have a terrible staring problem, your highness?" you retort.

"i just can't help it. and, anyway, i'm trying to figure out whether this is a dream or not."

"why would this be a dream, your highness?"

"i was momentarily convinced that our whole little date was a dream after i woke up, too, actually. but thank god, suguru was there to tell me that you did, in fact, save me. and, and you – yes, you – kindly refused the money and even told me to go and buy myself a new outfit." it's so off-putting how matter of fact it sounds. like he really thought it was a dream. you wonder, whether that's a good or a bad thing.

"well, did you?"

"i did. it matches your eyes. if i had known my little knight was in town, i wouldn've worn it." he sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes before setting his gaze on the river below.

another breeze bristles through the two of you, rustling the prince's hair. the desire to fix it is weirdly strong, you push it aside. a cloud appears and moves in front of the beaming sun, casting a shadow upon you.

"i'm not your knight, your highness. nor am i little." straightening your back, you try to remind him of that. it's hard, he doesn't really take you seriously like that. it irks you.

"yeah– yeah." he brushes it off with ease. no harm done. the cloud moves a little and a few sun beams drop down onto the prince, leaving you behind into the shadows for a moment before lighting you up again.

"by the way, can you stop doing that?"

"doing what, your highness?" you inquire with a raised brow.

"that. exactly that."

"that what? use your words, your highness. you're a big boy, i know you can do it." it's funny to tease him. the honored prince.

he turns to you, his lips pursed. "your highness."

"your highness?" you push.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about and i need you to stop it."

"why would i, your highness?" of course, you know what he's talking about. he was crying about it the last time you saw each other. his name.

"because, because, because," he pushes himself off the railing, fully turning his body to you. "i want you to call me by my name."

"i won't, your highness." it's a statement. you won't budge. you won't.

"but why? i need you to say my name." his shoulders fall as he looks at you. like a puppy.

"why are you so hell-bent on that? i cannot do that, your highness. it's wrong."

"it's less wrong than calling me an 'idiot' every two seconds?" that — is a good point. you won't tell him that.

"what do you think will happen if you say it, hm? there's nobody here; nobody to shame you for it and even if somebody tried – i'd protect you." the last part tugs the corners of his mouth up, nailing them there, showing off his pearly whites.

"what do you think will happen if i say it, hm?" you shoot back.

his parted lips close. "other than world peace and an end to the famine? i just get to hear it, simple as that."

he's doing it again. kind of trying to claw inside your ribcage. thankfully you're wearing armor; you won't let it happen. you can't. it's crazy, how much his sincerity irks you. and his jokes. and his smile. and his eyes. and the way he won't leave you alone. and the way he keeps bugging you about the name. you won't, though. you will not.

"i can drop the 'your highness', if that'll make you leave me alone."

"yes!" he does a little celebratory movement with his fist and the urge to punch him is back. "that's a start. we're getting somewhere now." flashing you a smirk, he leans back onto the railing.

"we're not getting anywhere, stupid."

the prince smiles to himself as you two have another moment of silence. you're both looking at the same two fish in the river, swimming in circles with each other.

while you're distracted with the river, the prince decides to take another good look at you up close. his eyes scan you from head to toe. another glance at the scar – it's deep and it's old. your eyes look a bit tired, but the prince convinces himself that the little glint in them is because of him. there's an almost healed cut in your bottom lip. there's another scar on your neck. he looks over your cuirass, wondering how heavy it is. your sword hanging from its scabbard. how heavy would that be.

"what happened?" he asks, pointing to your bandaged fingers that you keep fiddling with.

"fought a bear."

...

"what?! you can't just casually say you fought a fucking bear and then just stoically look in the distance?" he's ready to bounce off the walls, three words filling his adrenaline gauge immediately.

"nothing special about it."

it's taking you everything to hold back your laughter.

"wha— what the fuck do you mean 'it's nothing special'? you fought a bear?!"

he's unbelievably naive, actually, because does he seriously think you fought a bear and got away with some scratches on your fingers and nothing else? he's deluded. just for you.

"how big was it? was it mad? did you kill its babies? oh, i hope you didn't kill its babies, that's so bad. wait, did you kill it? why'd you fight it in the first place? c'mon, please tell me. please."

it all comes out in one breath and he looks like he's about to pass out.

"well, i was sent for it actually."

"you were sent for it?"

you hum in agreement.

"a few days after being in town, the flowershop lady sought me out with a problem of hers. the knights of the castle didn't take her seriously, that's why she had to turn to me."

the prince nods, already hooked to your story. he knows the older knights, his father's knights, can be assholes.

"she told me – a bear, like a really, really big one at that, had visited the town on a quiet night. and that it'd stolen some of the flowers from her stand."

he nods again, albeit faintly this time.

"so i went to find it. for her. took me days, the journey was rough." you sigh deeply before glancing at him, almost stopping your false little story because of his confused expression. he's cute. no, he isn't. "t'was an easy fight, though. you know how good i am with the sword. i returned with its head just yesterday. that's why you haven't seen me around."

he looks at you blankly, like a kid, who's parents are trying to convince him that santa claus is indeed real.

"i'm just fucking with you, my liege. i didn't fight a fucking bear, s—" you bite your lip to stop the word from falling from your lip and for your sake, the prince doesn't seem to notice.

"that's so not funny, you know. i really thought you went and fought a bear." he dangles from the railing, sporting a jutted out bottom lip and big doe eyes. poor boy.

you just can't stop the small smile that spreads across your face.

"you thought i fought a bear and got away with a few bandages! it's your own fault, really. you're too naive."

his own lips begin to mirror yours. "so mean. i'm just being positive, okay."

"yeah, okay."

it's a second. where it's all quiet – just you and him, looking at each other and smiling. it's weird. and so good at the same time. you don't know what to do with yourself. he bumps his shoulder into yours before leaning back down. he stays close, an inch between you and you fight the urge to pull away. you're scared. not used to this. it was just a fleeting touch and he doesn't seem that affected. (he is). your eyes flick from the river to the fish to the flowers by the water and to the sky above you. you don't know what to do with yourself.

suddenly high-pitched giggles erupt from somewhere behind you, catching your attention. three little girls in their little pastel dresses, they all have flowers behind their ears. the prince turns around and takes the world's biggest bow possible, making the girls titter once more.

"well, hello to my very favourite girls." he's wearing that sickeningly sweet smile again. he kneels down and beckons them closer. all of their eyes flick over to you and the need to step away is killing you. but as if noticing your uneasiness, the prince tugs on your hand, pulling you down with him. he sends you a reassuring smile and motions for the girls again. this time, they don't hesitate.

one of the girls reminds you of shoko. it's a bit uncanny, really. brown hair and big brown eyes. and she even stares at you the same way, just like she did when you were small; with a sense of curiosity instead of the usual distain you were used to. you try to give her a cautious smile, so afraid she'll be frightened by your sharp teeth, by the scars.

she beams.

the little girl flashes you a grin as if she's ready to compete against the sun or the young prince beside you. her little eyes shine, her little hand reaches out. "can i touch it?"

"touch it?"

"th-the scar." she nods. she's excited?

"oh."

the prince is quietly observing you from the corner of his eye while braiding one of the other girls' hair. the girls taught him that. he's very good at it, too. the third little lady is talking his ear off about the next tea-party they're having. he loves them.

"uhm, you can. yeah." clearing your throat, you lean a little closer to her. the small hand stretches out, her fingers ghost over the long bump across your eye.

"does it hurt?"

you shake your head. not anymore.

"cool." she takes a step back, still looking at you.

the prince swears there are stars in your eyes, and he's determined to make them stay there.

"do you want a flower, too?" one of the other girls asks. she has on a purple dress and she has the biggest bundle of flowers in her hands. there are reds, there are blues, yellows and pinks. it's such a colorful bouquet, you wonder where she found them all.

"i– sure."

"i think..." the prince's hand reaches for the flower, his fingertips ghosting over yours. "this..." he raises it next to your ear. "should go here. what'd you think girls?" they excitedly nod their heads. "yes! yes!"

and to top it off, he whispers a 'be good' to you.

a grumble, is what escapes your tight throat but the quiet giggles that emit from the girls help it relax. the prince's nimble hand pushes a hair behind your ear and places the flower aside it.

"would you look at that, hm?" there's a teasing lilt in there somewhere, you're sure of it. you just can't hear it right now. surely. his eyes are glued to you, making your lips purse. the heat is back, back on its way up your spine and to your neck. this is so silly.

'so pretty' is what one of the girls whispers, followed by a small 'yeah'.

your eyes flick over to them, still waiting for them to just run off but they're there. admiring the knight with the flower behind their ear alongside their prince. the heat is now clawing its way up your neck and onto your face; the warm tint on your cheeks makes the prince coo. that's enough.

standing up, you glare at the prince, who simply cannot put away his smile. switching to the girls, you merely lean over them. "run along now." it was supposed to sound harsh, demanding, but once again you're greeted with their warm smiles and giggles. they wave to their prince and they wave to you before running off.

a tug on your bandaged hand makes you jump. "are you coming to the party?" it's the mini-shoko. tugging on your arm like when you were young.

your eyebrows raise – you don't know the answer to her simple question. it should be a no, but how can you say that to her? you just want her to smile, to keep smiling.

an arms slings over your shoulder, making you glance at the hand and then at the face. he's so close like this.

"they're coming!"

"really?" her eyes have doubled in size, genuinely excited and ready for another knight to attend the party.

"i promise!" he sticks out his pinky and waits for her to do the same. they link them together with mirrored smiles before she, too, runs off. the prince turns his head and your noses almost brush together, making your eyes widen.

"it looks good."

"fuck off." shoving him off of your shoulder, you give him a firm punch against his chest, loud laughter rumbling through it. god, he's annoying.

settling back to your spot resting against the railing and closing your eyes, you take another moment to enjoy the sun. you can feel his eyes on you; it's impossible not to.

"stop staring."

"i can't."

you slightly open one of your eyes and peer at him. his leaning on the thing, cheek mushed against the palm of his hand, eyes set on you. he looks beautiful.

"why don't you wear the blindfold?"

"i don't like it."

"how come?"

"i wanna see the world."

"and you don't with it?"

"yes and no." he rubs his eyes before closing them and mirroring your pose – head turned up to the blue sky. "yes, i technically see everything and no, in a sense that i want to look at people and i want them to look at me. i want to connect with them. with the world. with you." he tilts his head toward you, peeking at you. you shy away from his gaze, scoffing under your nose.

"i heard it gives you headaches?"

"it's worth it."

he means it. you hum.

"it's gonna rain soon." you say it more to yourself than to him.

"no, it won't." he opens his eyes and stares at the clouds slowly drifting in wind above him.

"yes, it will."

"what, you a psychic all of a sudden?"

pointing behind him, you gesture to the way darker clouds now moving in the town's way.

"oh..."

idiot.

"you sure you can be outside when it happens?"

"hm?"

"i heard that little boys like you get washed away in the rain. 'm jus' looking out for you." your eyes are glued to the other side of the river in a stoic manner, whilst the prince gapes at you like the fish in the water.

"i— am not a little boy."

oh, and his voice cracks.

...

his cheeks flush but it's worth it because the next thing he hears is like the sweetest melody in the world – you laugh. you actually laugh.

"right... not a little boy but a pretty little princess instead." and you can't help it, another chuckle bubbling up your throat.

he's in awe. the sun peeks from the grey clouds and soaks you in it's golden light. his knight.

"i—..." and he can't contain his own laughter. "okay, first of all – i'd make a gorgeous princess, for all you know!"

"oh, i don't doubt that." you scoff.

the prince takes a step from the railing and spins himself around, hands outstretched holding his imagenary gown, he bends his knees and bows his head like a true princess.

"the girls have taught you well, i see." your hand rises again to hide your foreign expression; rough, scarred fingers covering the softest grin. "you really are ridiculous..."

"just for you." his voice is always so confident, like he really means it. for you. but he isn't. he isn't for you – you seem to be forgetting that. mistakes like that tend to get punished.

he does another twirl but his feet can't keep up with him and he stumbles backward, a moment away from falling when cold fingers wrap around his wrist, steadying him.

"i don't understand how you're so good with a sword when you can't even stand up without the danger of cracking your skull open."

"you think i'm good with the sword?" he beams.

"that's not— that's... i mean, you're good for a person, who has been training for the most of his life, yeah."

it's the best compliment; you trying to conceal it under some fake little comment won't stop him from him writing it down in his little journal later.

his wrist is still caught in your palm and he doesn't plan on letting you go – swiveling his hand to properly grasp onto yours. it doesn't burn. with a smile he pulls you down the small hill, down toward the river.

"hey!"

your little complaint falls onto his deaf ears; he's determined to keep you with him. forever and ever.

the dark figure staring at you from the distance is hidden by the sound of the prince's addicting laughter. you've let yourself go for a minute and you're about to be punished for it. are you ready?

he drags you right to the calm stream, never letting go of your hand. it feels right. your hand in his. he bends down, you with him, to see what he's up to - only to be splashed right in the face.

"wha— you little fuck."

giggles emit from his throat as he takes a step back, watching you dip your hands into the water. "come here, boy."

it's so easy to forget with him. to forget everything. that you're not supposed to be acting like this. playing like children. especially with the prince. you're not supposed to be laughing. having fun. you're not supposed to.

you splash him back, child-like laughter falling from your lips with ease. it's your fault.

this little chase goes on for a couple of minutes before the prince takes another stumble, bringing you down onto the grassy bed with a thud!

this time – your noses really do bump together, an immediate flush spreading across your face. your armor is heavy on his chest but he doesn't mind. doesn't mind when it comes to you. when you try to get up, his fingers latch onto the metal, gently pressing down on your waist.

his blue eyes gaze up at you but you don't really know what is it that swims in them. you're not acquainted with stuff like this. you don't know what the fuck this man is thinking about right now, but you do know that this is inappropriate. you shouldn't be doing this.

"this is stupid." you try to push yourself up again.

"stay."

you glare at him, gauging the meaning behind his word. is he joking?

"stay." he whispers.

your eyes flick down to his lips. his flick down to yours.

his heart jumps in his chest when you don't push away a third time. he does sense a small scolding ahead though. and he's right because your lips part, curving just the right way—

he knows what you're about to say. what you're gonna start your sentence with. it's coming. he can almost hear it. the smooth 's' on the tip of your tongue—

"boy!"

...

your eyes widen and your lips sow themselves shut in the blink of an eye, forcing the prince watch you swallow his name; push it deep down – as far as it could possibly go. never to be seen again. the weight of your armor lifts from his chest, but another kind remains heavy on his heart.

"boy!" the same voice calls. the prince doesn't need to look to know, who it is. a big figure looms over the two of you, ontop the very hill you spent the last thirty minutes on. even though the man's voice is directed at the prince, his eyes are set on you. scrambling to your feet, your head falls into a shameful bow before the king's guard.

how dare you?

it takes no time to close the distance between him and you. the sheer size of the man hides the prince behind him. from you.

the prince's mouth opens – ready to defend his knigh—

a slap!

the man's back of the hand meets your cheek, jolting you, awakening some well-hidden memories deep in your body. your eyes shoot up to face your foe. you know this man. his eyes are cold; cold as the sudden autumn wind, a wind you know will give you a fever and nail you to your bed. your cheek throbs – a dark pink pool of shame; pure shame and digust of oneself.

"a thieving child dressed as a warrior? hah, this isn't the time to play house."

how dare you?

a sharp intake of breath and the prince is hurling towards you but a strong hand keeps him in place.

"don't." suguru. his arm drapes over the prince's chest, holding him back.

slap!

on the same side. the pink tint rapidly turning into a deep red one.

how dare you?

the prince thrashes in suguru's grasp. a raindrop falls onto his forehead, dripping down by his eyebrow, hiding his already watery eyes – 'a sensitive boy' his mother always said.

the heavy brash rain washes away the light that had been shining in your eyes, turning them back into a pair off dull ones; the beating heart behind your ribs rattling in its cage. stupid.

"never did have any respect for your superiors, did ya? you oughta kneel before your prince. and beg for his forgivess."

"no!" the prince barks.

a tch!

his heavy fist lands against your worn back, stumbling you forward. he doesn't need to tell you twice. you don't wanna hear it twice. with a throbbing red cheek you step before the prince and slowly fall down to your knee, into the mud. where you belong. you reach for the prince's hand, raising it to your face.

"forgive me, my prince."

after what seemed like entirnity, your eyes meet. it's not you. it can't be. chapped lips graze the back of his hand, trembling in your hold while you keep your cold gaze on him. the flower behind your ear has wilted, laying limp, just about ready to fall and sink deep into the ground.

the knife in his chest turns and he can't breathe. another tear brimms in his eye, spilling over the plump of his cheek and blending together with the rain soaking his shirt. it hurts.

"why don't you accompany the prince inside, his father is expecting him." the man orders the dark haired knight.

suguru doesn't look any better than the two of you; his lips indefinitely turned downward, guilt seeping from the hands holding his best friend. he knows he can't do anything for you and he's sure you know it too, it doesn't take away the god awful feeling, though. he feels the prince turning more into a puddle by the second, his grasp on him faltering.

he tugs him a step back, the prince's hand slipping from yours.

"please."

it's only for your ears, yet you don't know what he's asking for. you stand with a head held up high, the cold raindrops easing the burning in your cheek (but not in your chest). you watch them saunter away, watch the prince glance behind him exactly three times. three times too much because he just doesn't get it. he doesn't understand that this is it.

this won't happen again; it cannot happen again. he's just a boy — a boy, who wants to play house, knowing there won't be a punishment for his fun. a mere slap against his fingers that he'll respond to with a frown but nothing more. but a knight? playing house? it's absurd, laughable even. it is disgraceful.

who do you think you are?

who are you to touch the prince with your dirty hand? who are you to stain him with your tainted touch? how dare you muddy their little doll? their precious prince? you're some foul creature seen on the street; an agressive dog, ready to chew up the prince. he's not for you to touch, to have — he's theirs. he is everything and you are nothing.

and in the end — you're not even a real knight.

[enderwalking]

ok here's my comprehensive post about it based on what we currently know and how i'm currently feeling.

about dream: even in the very best case scenario here, he's a massive idiot who has hugely violated the acceptable boundaries between creator and fan, and he has demonstrated repeated disrespect for his community with the way he has brushed things off in addressing them. and that's the BEST case scenario based on what he's readily admitted; i don't think i have to detail how vile the worst case is. i've stood in dream's corner through a lot of bullshit, and i don't even really consider myself to have been wrong in those instances, but again, even giving the most benefit of the doubt imaginable and assuming that all the more explicit allegations are entirely false, this is still not a guy i can continue to invest any sort of positive energy towards. like this is where i have to pump on the parasocial brakes and put a stop to things.

about the dsmp: i'm a lorehead, this much is obvious. i honestly don't know how my investment in the story that is so intrinsically tied to dream is going to continue. obviously, plans have been made, and speaking selfishly, i do want to see the characters i love round off their arcs. but this isn't like a movie or a show where you can clearly partition character vs creator. and well, it's not the first time that lore has been used in a blatant attempt to sweep serious issues under the rug; dreamxd and c!dteam lore has always been some of my favorite, and yet to this day i have not been able to look back at that stream without contempt. unfortunately, the promise of upcoming lore leaves the same sour taste. part of me hopes that tommy and ranboo and whoever else who was planning on rounding off their arcs just decide to drop their google docs and be done with it. i don't know. perhaps eventually i'll be able to reapproach the story and characters with a healthy separation in mind, but that time is definitely not going to be in the immediate future.

about other dsmp ccs in general: i think that it's too early yet to make any judgments on how other ccs in dream's circle are handling things. i'll definitely have to wait and see how things unfold before determining who else i feel the need to cut ties with. i highly doubt sapnap or george would ever speak up against dream or ever continue content creation without his involvement; that very much feels like a "if they go down they go down together" situation. as for others, well. again, selfishly speaking, i want to hold out hope for the ccs who have distinct enough communities that they could feasibly distance their content from dream. i am tentatively considering sbi and co? i guess safe? for the time being? but it's definitely like. idk, i will probably keep my distance and wait to see how things get handled.

about the future of this blog: i think it's been pretty obvious that this blog has become more heavily hermit/trafficlife focused as of late, so if nothing else i'll probably just lean into that more? though being completely honest, i made this sideblog in the first place because i was returning to tumblr after like a solid 3-4 years of inactivity, where i knew that i had long-standing mutualships with fervent dsmp antis and didn't want my every post to be judged lmao. i don't especially mind being cringe about other mcyts on main, which is why i was saying that i might transition more to posting over at @strifetxt in the future? i'm not certain about that though, i like the categorization i've established here, so who knows. i'm definitely not deactivating this blog; even if i do transition fully to main, i'd want to keep this blog as an archive.

regardless of anything, i don't regret the fun i had in this community, and i certainly could never regret getting to meet and spend time with all the amazing people i've come to know in my time here <3

[pokemagines]

patience. (claude x reader)

anons asked: *slides $50* ...you got that good Claude x F!S/O sin? & “Claude…. going down on Byleth???” @grow-lithe: “okok I KNOW his bday just past but how bout some bday sin with our alpha deer boy? It’s cool if you’re not comfortable with that though, chief!”

a/n: okay !!! i relent i will write the forbidden claude s.mut!!! i’ve gotten so many other asks for this to so >;3 hope yall like !!  --mod touko

tw: light spoilers for the end of golden deer route and super vanilla spice ofc lmao

   claude had missed you for months, gone away to fulfill his dream of uniting the lands beyond fódlan's throat together in peace with fódlan. every day he thought of you, and those thoughts of returning home to you, accompanied with the realization that the dreams he had sought to bring into realization for so long were finally coming true, spurred him to keep going each day, to push himself farther than he thought possible. for his country, for your country, for you.

   and, when he heard that you were under attack, he knew it was the perfect timing to swoop in and save you, like you had done for him all those years ago.

   afterwards, he called for a giant celebration, announcing his promise to marry the ruler of fódlan, and together unite their two countries in peace. he had kissed you, then, the two of you covered in sweat, dirt, and blood but both so uncaring because you were finally together. it was such a blissful kiss, because you knew that no matter what happened from then on out, you could get through it together.

   but it wasn’t enough for him, it seemed. you had gotten cleaned up for the celebration, changing from your battle uniform to your much nicer, officer’s academy one. you smile as you realize it still has the golden deer pin on it claude had given you so long ago. oh how things have changed since then...

   the monastery's dining hall is just as loud and buzzing as it always is during celebrations. though you miss seeing all your old allies here -- no doubt hilda would be manipulating some of the drunker men into giving her money, raphael would be challenging ignatz to an eating competition while ignatz tries to politely tell him no, marianne and lysithea would be together in a corner while leonie tries to convince them to have a drink with her -- you know they’re happy where they are now. silently, you send up thanks to the goddess, one for protection and happiness for their new endeavors. 

   “don’t ever think i’ve ever seen you pray, teach.” claude’s teasing voice makes your eyes flutter open, a grin making its way on your face without even realizing it. “why are you watching from the shadows? don’t you want to join in the fun?”

   “of course i do i was just... thinking.” you turn to face him, brushing that one curl that never stays in its place out of his face. “parties are really more of your thing, anyways.” 

   “i’ve been here long enough,” he takes your hand, inspecting the ring that was on your finger with a smile, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss to your knuckles. “was looking for you most of the time, actually... i’ve missed you so much.” the way his voice gets low, eyes flickering up mischievously to meet your own makes you flush. he chuckles with satisfaction.

   “...want to take this party elsewhere?” you can only nod, as he scoops you up and leads you back to your room.

                                                    ——- ♫ ——-

   as soon as you’re back in your room, claude lays you down on his bed, his lips on yours in an instant. he’s wanted this, wanted you, for so long and now that he has you he’s not going to let you go. not now, not ever. 

   claude hovers over you, one hand intertwined with yours while the other tilts your chin up to have better access to your mouth. you tangle your fingers in his hair, lips moving against his fervently, passionately, letting every bit of longing you’ve felt in the past few months be known to him. he responds in kind, only breaking the kiss when he desperately needs air, each time placing a kiss to the hollow of your throat, sucking lightly. 

   “you don’t know how long i’ve waited for this, darling,” the way he says it, staring into your eyes with so much adoration makes a heat pool in your stomach. he’s missed you just as much as you’ve missed him, that is painfully clear as he starts to undo your coat, you see that his pants are starting to strain. “teach, can you--”

   “please, call me by my name.” your eyes meet his and he flusters. claude has never been shy, in fact you’ve only seen him blush a few times -- compared to the countless times he’s made you do so, but every time you feel a bit of a thrill. you’re the only one that makes him like this. “we’re engaged, i want to hear you say it.”

   “[name].” he says breathily, giving you one last lingering kiss before looking back up at you. “can i?” he motions towards your undershirt and you nod, giving the go for him to take it off with shaky hands. instinctively, you move to cover your breasts, but he catches your hands, placing a feather-light kiss in between them. “can’t believe i managed to win over a goddess like you... i almost don’t know if i can restrain myself.” 

   claude stands up, suddenly feeling hot and so he kicks off his boots and unbuttons his trousers, quickly taking them off. he wore only his white poet’s blouse and not his usual armor to the feast, he shrugs that off as well, crawling back on top of you once he’s freed himself. 

   “claude you’re...” you breathe, touching his arms, tracing your fingers along the lines of the muscles and then over his chest, feeling along all the scars that had been acquired from so many battles together. “stunning.” he shivers under your touch, placing a kiss to your forehead.

   “flattery won’t get you anywhere, princess.” he winks, before moving his mouth down to where he left off. you gasp in surprise as he sucks on one of your nipples, pulling his hair lightly to goad him on. it felt so good, and the way he looks up at you from his place at your chest made you want him even more. you hook a leg around his waist, pushing yourself up, and he groans against you as he feels your hips brush against his. he switches to your other breast, using the hand he wasn’t propping himself on to pinch and roll your other nipple.

   the way you say his name, breathless and so needy for you makes him go weak, his thigh falling in between your legs and rubbing against you in just the right ways. 

   “please, claude,” you swallow thickly, “i-i need you.” 

   that’s all he needs to hear. he gives you one last, deep kiss, moaning when you bite his bottom lip gently, before he moves down to your skirt. he pushes it up to where he has access to your clothed slit. claude rubs his fingers along it gently, chuckling when he feels how needy you are.

   “so wet just for me...” claude pulls down your soaked panties down to your ankles, and you kick them off somewhere, uncaring of anything else except feeling claude on you.

   claude throws one leg over his shoulder, giving him access to all of you. he places an experimental lick to your core, moaning when his tongue brushes over your clit. claude wasn’t as experienced in this type of thing as you’d think he was, but one thing he did know was how to observe others. every time you gripped your legs tighter around his face, called his name, or gripped his hair, he knew that was where to tease you more. his beard scratched pleasantly between your thighs, throwing your other leg over his shoulder.

   the sounds, both of his mouth against your wetness and you mewling encouragements his way made him grow all the more wanting to be inside you. but first he wanted to see you unravel with his mouth. claude had wound you up so much it was almost unbearable, the heat in your stomach threatening to snap with each movement of his tongue and noise he would make against your clit. your thoughts were incoherent, the praise you were giving him devolving into loud cries of his name. you feel one of his long fingers poke at your entrance, before he slowly enters it into you.

   you whine when his mouth leaves you, but in its place he curls one finger up inside you, hitting your sweet spot just right, and using his thumb to brush against your clit. he knows you’re more than wet enough to take two or three fingers, but instead he keeps repeating the motion of thrusting it in and out of you at a slow pace.

  “this all good, sweetheart?” his eyes darken at seeing you fall apart because of him. he’s tempted to put in another finger but seeing you whine for more goads him on more. he wanted to hear more of those sweet noises you made.

  “stop teasing,” claude laughs, kissing the inside of your thigh. he wanted to tease you forever, but he couldn’t ignore the heat in his stomach for much longer. it’d be embarrassing to finish before he even got to be inside you. he adds another finger, hooking them both up and for a moment you see stars. you’re so close... so close...

   he pulls his fingers out of you, replacing them with his tongue, dipping it into you core once more, before he moves his lips up to your clit and sucks hard. you cum harder than you have in your entire life for him, hips bucking frantically against his mouth and hand gripping his hair tightly. thankfully, now that you were staying in rhea’s old room, no one was around to hear you scream out his name. 

   claude gives you a minute to recover from your high, chest heaving as he moves back up to kiss you sweetly, tasting yourself on his lips. 

   “now you see why they say i have a silver tongue.” claude teases, and you groan, pushing his chest lightly. you prop yourself up on your elbows as he pulls his underwear down and rubs his dick against your wet entrance. he was painfully hard by now, he knew he wouldn’t last for long, not after waiting for this moment for so long. 

   “i love you,” his voice loses his playful lilt it usually has, and you pull him down into you for an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. you didn’t care at this point, you just wanted him. 

   claude slowly enters you, pausing both so you could adjust to his size and so he could keep himself from cumming right then and there. you felt so good, so warm and tight, that he can’t think. he buries his face in your neck, intoxicated by sweet scent of lavender tea leaves and sweat, kissing and biting there as he grabs a hold of one of your hands to anchor himself. 

   you throw one leg over his waist so he can fit deeper inside of you, and claude lets out a helpless moan of your name, before he starts moving slowly. 

   his thrusts are slow and deep, he wants to make this moment last, he wants to remember how you feel, how you sound. claude knows he’ll have forever with you, but this moment is so special he wants to hang onto it forever. he hears your voice goading him on to go faster, and he obliges, moving his calloused fingers down to rub at your swollen clit, wanting to feel you finish around him.

   it doesn’t take long for him to build up your orgasm again, every place on your body was hypersensitive and flushed, and his thrusts matched with his sweet whines and stimulation of your clit makes you cum again, nails digging sharply into his back. 

   claude gasps, the pain of you scratching him combined with the feeling of you clench around him sends him over the edge, finishing deep inside of you. he collapses on top of you, heart racing as he pulls out, rolling over onto the other side of your bed.

   you both sit there quietly, catching your breath as the afterglow of sex washes over the both of you. you can feel his seed, hot and sticky between your legs, and so you move to get up, but a pair of arms catch you before you can go anywhere.

   “claude, let me go, i need to go clean up.” you can tell he’s close to exhaustion as his eyes flutter shut, holding you against his strong chest.

   “don’t think i’m ever gonna let you go again, [name].” 

[arthur-morgan-slap-my-ass]

Touch Me

@hoseam said: you know have u ever thought about riding Hosea's face or just Hosea eating you out in general bc I have,,, a lot

Anonymous said: AKSJSJSJ ITS THE BITCH THAT ASKED FOR DADDY HOSEA YES THANK YOU I LOVED IT; now because I’m a greedy hoe for hosea (I guess you could call me HOESEA ha) how would you feel about some smut that’s just him making you cum like 500 times just from lazy oral and he’s just having fun with it and ur just like completely FUCK KAJJSJSKKJ and he’s just like lmao and having a great time turning you into a mess

Anonymous said: Soft daddy Hosea tying up your impatient ass so he can take his time doing everything he wants while you are a whimpering mess beneath him

Anonymous said: Idk if you’re still open to fic ideas but god I would kill to read a fic of reader staying with Hosea in a hotel for a night and after a bath enjoys teasing him wearing an almost see through blouse and bending over with no underwear on trying to “innocently” tempt him and he gets so frustrated he just has to touch you even tho he tries hard to resist and be a “gentlemen” about it... bonus points if Hosea makes a mess of the reader (or on her) so she has to bathe again 👀💦

A/N: I am.... idk mate I poured too much of myself into this fic. This is the epitome of my soft feelings for Hosea. I’m crying. I love him. There were so many requests, I panicked. Forgive me for any mistakes, I proof read this myself in the middle of a class, so if I go badly in that test, it’s u guys fault.

Word Count: +5k of lovey dovey sin

Summary: light bondage, soft daddy hosea being the softest dom ever, praising every 5 seconds, you being a teasing little asshole, gentle aftercare DURING and AFTER the deed, soft touching, the most heart warming smut you’ll ever read, a compilation of requests that got out of hand.

Well, if anything, you had what was coming to you.

You felt as fresh as a spring morning, having just gotten out of a properly luxurious bath that the Hotel of Saint Dennis offered — even if they charged for it, you had deemed it a proper blessing after weeks on end getting cleaned up with nothing but a bucket of freezing cold water. It wasn’t always that you could afford yourself such small luxuries, much less with Hosea’s company, given that the man was most of the time running after Dutch to make sure the man wouldn’t end up killing himself — or the whole gang, for that matter — in his crazy plans.

You cocked your head to the side, bending your knees on the soft bedding and allowing the white cotton shirt to ride up your thighs, watching the man sitting across from you in one of the lavish velvet armchairs of the room. He seemed to be too focused on the book he had in hand to be paying much attention to you — not that you minded. It was nice at times, the quiet moments of intimacy that you both had, companionable silence in his tent at late nights as he would read on and on to the light of the lantern and you’d drift off to his hand caressing your ankle.

With a smirk, you rolled to the side and stretched in the bed, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. The shirt had been pushed up once more, now reaching your waist and giving an ample view of your backside and “goods”. Not that you were trying to rile Hosea up — well, maybe —, but it was nice to see just for how long he’d keep up the respectable gentleman-y façade before giving in to your teasing.

“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing there,” Hosea commented idly, flicking the page of his book and that prompted an amused huff from you.

“Me?,” you feigned innocence and looked over your shoulder, with doe eyes. “I’m not doing anything.”

Hosea’s lips twitched up before he decided to look at you with an expression that made it clear that he didn’t really believe you. “What a terrible liar you are.”

You hummed, smiling softly even though you knew he couldn’t really see it. “Can’t help that my tongue isn’t as skilled as yours, dear,” you rolled to the other side, now lying with your belly up and catching his eyes with yours. “We both know you’re the specialist here, ain’t you?”

The man shook his head, although you could notice the slightest hint of a flush on the tips of his ears. He was hooked. “Little vixen, you are.”

“Won’t you come touch me?,” you teased further, running a hand down your thigh to stop it right over your knee. “We have this bed all for ourselves, such a shame if we let it go to waste…”

Hosea huffed a laugh, placing a dried off golden leaf between the pages of the book he was reading, in an all too familiar and well practiced motion. As much as you loved watching him read and be his introvert self, you loved it even more when he pampered you with attention.

“What am I supposed to do with you?,” Hosea smiled now, loosely clasping his hands on top of his stomach as he watched you from afar. He looked really handsome like this, barefoot, down to his sleeping shirt and pants, none of the daily apparel you were so used to see him in. “Giving me a run for some peace and quiet, is that so?”

You smiled, shifting your legs to make the sleepshirt that wasn’t really yours accompany your movements, caressing you as it clung to your skin, flashing your intimacy at him. “Come and teach me a lesson, daddy,” you whispered, parting your legs and snaking a hand down to your entrance with a soft sigh. “I’m dying to have you all for myself tonight.” Hosea hummed, amused by your wanton display. He wasn’t uninterested — more like enjoying the little show you put up for him —, but stayed silent as you slowly caressed your sex. “Won’t you come and teach me how to behave?”

“Should be more careful with what you ask for, sweetheart,” Hosea said, quietly. His voice, usually chirpy and good natured, had adopted a darker tone, like a low rasp — and that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come and touch me,” you whispered in a sultry voice, slipping a finger inside with a tiny gasp, already feeling impatient, “been missin’ you…”

Hosea smirked, strained. He was enjoying your little show, perhaps far too much; unwilling to put a short end to it, but his mask of decency — if you could call it that — was starting to crack. He shifted on the armchair, adjusting his position. “Lookin’ so pretty it’d be a shame to waste the view, ain’t that so?”

At that, you huffed out a breath, something in the middle of a laugh and a whimper. “Don’t be dense, you know I don’t like waitin’ ‘round…”

“That so?,” Hosea inquired, still perched on the luxurious armchair; as a proud ruler to a small kingdom. “Don’t think you know what you askin’ for, darlin’.”

You smiled wickedly, feeling the growing wetness between your legs thanks to the subtle threat thrown your way. Another finger slipped in, making you moan and arch your back slightly.

“That feel good, sweetheart?,” Hosea’s voice sounded impossibly low, contrasting the soft crackling of the fire in the fancy hearth of the rented room.

You whimpered, needy and hot in face of the sweetness of Hosea’s voice. He knew how to get you worked up far too well, and that pushed you to move your fingers slowly in a gentle come-hither motion. Hosea clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side as he watched you make a mess of yourself.

“Look at ya,” he chirped, although you could hear the cutting edge of his voice, straining to keep control, “a lil’ troublemaker, ain’t you?”

Gasping out a laugh, you lolled your head to the side to lock eyes with him, still pumping your fingers in and out. Hosea watched you with half lidded eyes, flickering every now and then to your entrance and, you knew, marveling at how wet you seemed to be.

Now was the moment to strike.

“Come touch me,” you pleaded, puffing out your chest in an attempt to seem even more enticing, “I want you.”

Hosea smiled, pleased at your choice of words. “Might disagree on who has the silver tongue around here, don’t ya think?”

The man got to his feet, his half hard erection marking the soft fabric of his trousers as he approached you. The bed dipped as Hosea sat beside your body, his calloused fingers gently caressing your torso through the thin cotton shirt. You whimpered, closing your eyes in frustration.

“So little patience, my girl,” he whispered, bending down to press a kiss to the dip below your neck, roaming hand moving down grasp at your hand. “Why don’t ya let me take it from here, hm?,” he offered, warm breath fanning over your cheek before he kissed you, slow and sweet; pushing inside at the same time.

You gasped gratefully, arching your back at the expertise of Hosea’s touch. He cooed at you, peppering tiny butterfly kisses all over your face, the hand beside your head digging pleasantly into the mattress as he built up the momentum. “So pretty,” he said in a husky voice, twisting his fingers up making you whine and turn your face to hide it against his neck.

He smiled, now pressing gently on your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Soundin’ so sweet today, darlin’,” his wrist moved faster, lips ghosting on your skin, “you wanna cum? Jus’ like this?”

Keening, you nodded fervently, repeating over and over, ���yes, yes, please.” Hosea all but chuckled, whispering sweet nothings as you writhed under him.

“Go on,” he acquiesced, benevolent as always, “cum for me, sweetheart.”

Without much further thought, you did.

The well known feeling spread through your body like a gentle wave from the beach during summertime. Hosea pressed a kiss to your cheek before retreating and offering his cum smeared fingers to you. Obediently, you opened your mouth, mind still buzzed and thoughts fuzzy.

“That’s it,” he praised, smiling gently, like a proud tutor. “Such a good girl, ain’t you?”

You whimpered around his fingers, licking them clean to the best of your ability. Hosea’s praising was addictive, you had come to the conclusion one night after he had kissed your forehead and whispered about you doing a good job. “Yes,” you muttered through a mouthful, closing your eyes; the pungent taste of your pussy covering your tongue.

Hosea cocked his head to the side, watching you with warmth in his eyes. You were so eager at times he feared not being able to keep with you, but experience was on his side. “Wanna cum again, babygirl?,” he asked, as nonchalantly as possible.

“Yeah,” you said heatedly, reaching to palm his erection, “daddy—“

“Ah, ah,” the man took a gentle hold of you hand, insistently pushing it away, “patience, my dear.”

Pouting, you gave him a resentful look, “you’re teasing far too much tonight.”

He hummed in amusement, reaching out on the bedside table for the red neckwear he wore at times. “That I am.”

Your breathing quickened at the sight of the bandana. “We’re going creative tonight?,” you inquired, allowing him to pull your hands above your head and tie them up on one of the posts of the canopy bed.

Hosea smiled at your little quip, pleased at your willingness to go along with his lead. His hands caressed the skin around of your tied wrists, the cotton digging into it, almost reverently. “Ah, you know me,” he commented idly, moving down to your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. His gaze held yours when he pulled back, lips quirking up slightly. “I like to take my time.”

It was always like this, with Hosea. At times, he’d rather keep it soft and intimate; you holding tightly to him in the dark as he kisses your neck heatedly. Other nights, he’d let you take the reigns, following your lead as you rocked your hips down on his — never stopping the myriad of praises thrown your way.

But there were also nights where Hosea would rather take his time with you, using your impatience and eagerness against yourself. Some part of you was suspicious he rather enjoyed it, watching you huff and pout at him, but you knew it was laced with reverence and love rather than possession and personal gratification. It made your heart swell and throb for him.

You tried moving your wrists, clenching your fists and frowning. “It’s… too tight…”

Nodding, he immediately undid the knot. His hands coaxed yours to lay on top of the neckwear, tying them together on your palm so you could grasp at it. “Better?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, pulling harshly at bandana to find out that you were positively tied up. “Much better, thank you.”

“Pretty girl,” Hosea sighed, continuing his careful exploration, “a naughty lil’ thing, ain’t you? No one would be able to tell how much of a wanton lil’ vixen you are.”

His hand caressed your neck, playing with a strand of your hair. You relished under the attention, closing your eyes and let out a soft sigh as his fingers followed the trail of your collarbone, popping out the first button of the shirt. Hosea hummed, pleased at your responding shiver.

Another button popped out. “You look so precious wearin’ my things,” he commented idly, and you fixed your eyes on him, “so lovely.”

You arched your back, trying to hint on what you wanted. “Please, daddy…”

Hosea leaned over, kissing around the areola of your breast, making your catch your breath in your throat. “So sweet,” he praised, cupping the soft flesh in his free hand as the other kept on its task of taking off the offending article of clothing, “my lovely girl.”

You moaned, pushing your head back into the mattress. “Yes,” you whimpered, clenching your hands over the neckerchief, “please.”

He kissed the peaked nipple, flicking his tongue slowly over it. Hosea breathed out, cupping your breast in his capable hands — something you had always thought about, even before getting intimate with him, so capable —, squeezing the soft flesh gently in his grasp. “Sweet girl,” Hosea whispered, kissing the other breast, making you whimper.

Your cheeks flushed, lips parting slightly, “yeah.”

Hosea pulled away, fluttering a kiss to your collarbone. You didn’t protest, submissive under his touch and gaze; even expectant on what he was about to do next. He slid down the bed, the wood cracking under your conjoined weight as Hosea settled his face between your thighs; shoulders pressing up on your backside.

You sighed, trying to pull the man closer with your legs. Hosea didn’t budge, instead pressing a lingering kiss to the outer lips of your sex, sucking at the sensitive skin gently and making you gasp. You arched your back, closing your eyes in frustration because it felt too good. “Please,” you keened, shifting under his weight on top of you, “daddy—“

He hummed in response, a warning tone for you to behave; and you subsided with a disgruntled whine. Hosea’s tongue licked your entrance, hands snaking around your thighs and fingers digging into your supple skin. With a sigh, he pressed his face more between your legs, alternating between licking your clit and sucking at the inner lips of it. The build-up had been far quicker than what you had expected but, hey, you weren’t about to complain. His focus changed to your clit, teasing it softly the way he know you liked until—

“Oh—,” you gasped, twisting your hips, feeling it tense as another orgasm, this one softer, rippled through your body. Hosea wasn’t detained by that, mouth still working around your pussy.

With a pleased little hum, his hand let go of your thigh, moving to press two fingers into your dripping entrance as you thrashed. You whimpered, feeling the gentle tease inside of you again, torn between frustration and pleasure. “Please—“

The arm still holding your leg shifted to rest on top of your stomach and navel, to keep you down. Hosea sighed, scissoring his fingers as his tongue teased your entrance before moving to your clit again. He was unrelenting, moaning into your cunt as you still spasming sex clenched once more; his fingers pressing up at the spot that he knew made you swoon.

“I... I—,” you choked, feeling as if you were about to burst once more, sweat already covering your body in a fine sheen, “I’m—“

Hosea doubled his efforts then and you cried out, trying to fight off the pressure of his arm on top of your hips. He pulled out his fingers, pressing his face more closely to your cunt in an attempt to stimulate you further. With a shriek and tears at the corner of your eyes, you came once more, shaking under the weight of him.

You gasped for breath.

The hotel room felt like it was too far away for you to reach at the moment, so you closed your eyes instead; riding the feeling for a little while longer. Your body still trembled, here and there, little sighs that sounded suspiciously like tiny moans coming past your lips. Hosea caressed your knee to get your attention and you whimpered, turning your face at his direction with doe eyes. You could still go.

“Alright there?,” he asked with a smug little smile and you didn’t even have the presence of mind to remember feeling annoyed. You watched him for a second longer, turning your cheek for a loving caress. Hosea stole a kiss from your lips and you could taste yourself there, although fleetingly. “Good girl.”

You nodded weakly, not really sure to what you were agreeing to and pulled at the restraint with a desperate little gasp. Every time Hosea praised you, for whatever reason, you couldn’t quite tell if it was because you did something good or he simply thought you were deserving of it for being yourself. Sometimes you suspected it was a junction of both, although you couldn’t be quite sure. But any other thought left your mind as he smiled down at you, eyes committing every little detail that he could to memory before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“More,” you croaked numbly, agitating slightly. Your hands pulled at the neckwear once more, making the bed creak; although you knew you were more likely to burn your hands than break anything to make an escape, “please.”

Hosea watched you for a second, cupping your face and stroking it with his thumb. “Greedy girl,” he said in a level voice, coaxing you to open your lips and suck at the thumb that had been caressing your cheek. You complied without further ado. He cocked his head to the side, his cum slick fingers, still warm, brushing at your face with the devotion only a man in love could offer. “Beautiful.”

Opening your eyes, you fluttered your eyelids innocently. Hosea snickered, although he still allowed your tongue to run freely through the pad of his finger, the saltiness of it nearly addicting. You felt somewhat numb, tired and spent, but you still wanted more. You always wanted more.

The opened shirt still clung to your body, bunching up and pooling around your shoulders from the wild thrashing. Hosea cooed softly, popping the finger out of your mouth with a protestant whimper coming from you. “Come now, be a good girl for me,” he half-laughed, moving to untie your wrists from the bedpost.

You squirmed, feeling the slight soreness of your arms. It didn’t hurt, but wasn’t comfortable neither — and you kinda hoped he’d keep you tied up.

“Turn around for me, baby,” Hosea asked, petting your head. You obliged happily.

His hands undid the knot on your palm, squeezing them gently to work back the feeling into them. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you answered quietly, thanking the heavens for the crisp smell of velvety sheets against your face, “good.”

Hosea hummed, moving to slowly rub at your forearms and biceps, his calloused hands adding even more feeling to it; making you almost drowsy with sleep. You sighed in pleasure, lolling your head to the side to allow him to massage your shoulders. He was so gentle and caring when lowering your arms you quite literally didn’t notice it until the knot had been tied with your hands behind your back.

Your breathing caught in your throat, some small part at the back of your mind panicking until you caught sight of the man beside you. Hosea smiled, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand as if petting a particularly affectionate cat.

It made you at ease.

“Such a good, good girl,” he said in a secretive tone, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple; and you could feel your eyes going hazy with the gather of satisfied tears. You loved pleasing him. It was so easy, so good; so sweet.

You whimpered, squirming weakly. You still wanted more, a lot more — how could he not tell?

Hosea smiled down at you, pleased at how easily he had managed to break your mischievous spirit for the night. You were a hardworking one, eager to please and easy to subdue — but what he liked the most about you was how you’d manage to make him feel like he was still on top of his game, still young and able.

“My precious girl,” Hosea whispered, caressing your clothed back through the thin and drenched through nightshirt, making you keen lowly. His hand was heavy on your body, comforting and warm, you thought idly; mind too fuzzy to keep rational track of the situation. You felt him moving to scratch the back of your head, eliciting a pleased moan from you. He said something else, a praise by the sound of it, but you didn’t — or couldn’t — register it.

Next thing you knew, Hosea coaxed you to move again; this time on top of his body as he settled in the bed beside you. Your thighs spread to accommodate on his lap, your head resting securely against his chest and his erection pressing insistently to your entrance through the pants he wore to bed. Your breathing deepened, becoming more labored and making you squirm on top of him with want. “Daddy, I’m—“

“It’s okay,” Hosea shushed you, pulling at the nightshirt to expose your back to his careful exploration, “feelin’ good?”

You nodded weakly, closing your eyes again. His fingertips pressed to your skin in a loving way, making you sigh in pleasure. His hips rocked up to yours, the soft fabric soaking through with your essence, making you struggle weakly against the bindings on your wrist. “I want…”

“Yeah?,” he cooed sweetly at you, petting the soft expansion of your backside up to your shoulder blades, raising goosebumps on your skin. You ground your hips on his, tensing your thighs in blind desire. “What’s it that you want, hm?”

With a displeased groan, you hid your face into his neck, nuzzling your face there and breathing in the scent you had grown so used to — herbs, lavender soap and the musky smell of after-shave —, so comforting and familiar. Hosea slid one hand down to your backside, snaking his arm around your waist to keep you there. You felt the gentle caress of his hand on your cheek, catching the frustrated tears gathered at the corner of your eyes.

You felt too far gone to answer properly, clinging to him like a lifeline, feeling shy and needy atop of the man. He hummed, squeezing the skin of your waist to catch your attention, hand still brushing your cheek and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “C’mon, now,” he whispered, voice comforting and soft, “tell me.”

“I want…,” you tried to answer in a breathy voice, shivering with need. He prompted you on, petting your head like one would do to a cat. That took a low and pleased little whine from you, your face turning in the direction of his affection. “I want you…”

“Good girl,” Hosea praised, letting go of your waist to fiddle with the buttons of his pants below you, undoing them hastily, “good, good girl,” he pressed his lips to the side of your face, peppering it with kisses and making you whine in need, “shush, shush…”

Too caught up in your own mind to take notice of what was happening, you allowed the man to push your body up; his hand a steadying force on your waist to help you balance yourself on top of him. Your back touched his raised thighs, supporting your weight when you finally got there, making your breathing quicken.

Looking down, you watched the length of him, hot and firm for you, nestled comfortably between your spread legs; his pants barely taken off.

You mewled, shifting your gaze to him before moving it back down. “Now, now,” you complained, squirming on top of him, as if you’d be able to slip it in on your own. “Hosea, please—“

Hosea grunted, knitting his brows together. You looked positively goddess-like, bathed in the warm light of the bedroom, covered in a sheen of sweat; flushed and disheveled because of him. It made his heart jump with affection. He took a hold of his cock, coaxing you to push up so he could get a better angle to thrust in, although it wouldn’t really matter with how wet you were.

As needy as you were, you complained loudly at the way he’d taken a hold of your waist, keeping you from quite literally impaling yourself on him. He wanted to take his time.

“I don’t want slow,” you babbled incoherently, frowning in annoyance. He’d had his fun, you wanted yours too. “I need it—“

Hosea looked up at you, somewhat amused by your neediness, sliding his hands up your torso to grasp at your sides. You felt the hold of him on you loosening up and you squirmed again, annoyed at being restrained and so dependent on him — even though the bigger part of you was living off of it. He let go slowly, touching your shoulder softly and, as if on cue, you allowed your thighs to give in.

The first stretch was always exquisite.

It didn’t burn, but you felt the pressure sliding in, every inch up from the depths of your core to the lips of your pussy spreading to accommodate him. It took all the little focus left in you not to let out a shrieking cry of satisfaction, leaning back to rest on his upraised thighs; the only thing going through your mind just how good it felt.

He watched you, almost reverently-like, and caressed your body. His hands brushed the underside of your breasts, your back arching in response and making his breathing deepen in response. You closed your eyes with a frown, moving your hips tentatively.

“That’s it,” Hosea praised quietly, palm moving down to hold onto your waist securely. Feeling more confident about not toppling over, you rocked your hips faster, not sure if you wanted to grind your core against his cock or rotate your hips to delay the loss of him. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?,” he asked suddenly, urging you to move faster.

You could feel the sweat trickling down your back, the neckwear around your wrists digging into the skin, the wetness of your excitement between your legs seeping to your thighs. With a broken sob, you nodded quickly, accompanying Hosea’s directions.

“That’s right,” he agreed, sugar sweet and velvety like chocolate, in a voice bordering the reverence of a repentant sinner. His hips thrusted up, throwing you off your rhythm, but you whined and followed suit, eager to impress and to be praised. “Feels good, doesn’t it?,” Hosea asked as one of the hands holding you shift to between your legs, gently thumbing at your oversensitive clit. “Could do this to you all night,” he commented idly, caressing one of your breasts and taking an excited little keen from you, arms agitating themselves as you tried to break free, “… and you’d let me, wouldn’t ya?”

“Yes!,” you half-whined, closing your eyes again at face of your burning need, far too gone to even try to maintain eye contact with Hosea. His fingers applied more pressure to your clit, rubbing gently and steadily, making you thrash on top of him, “so good, so good—“

Hosea breathed out unevenly and you could feel the falter of his rhythm when you struggled. He moaned something that could’ve been your name or a sweet praise, squeezing your waist to steady you on — or in a vain search for control, it was unclear. “My girl,” he moaned, urging you to raise your hips slightly, coaxing you to ride him. You complied immediately, the smooth drag of his cock making you whimper and want to lean forward as to allow him to thrust more wildly than you could in this position. “C’mere, c’mere,” he whispered, hands impatient to drag you down to himself.

Your head nestled securely below his chin, face tucking securely into his neck. You tried opening your teary eyes, seeing the freckled expansion of lithe chest as it rose and fell with the effort of fucking you. You felt Hosea’s hand on your neck, pressing your head more fully into his chest as the other took a firm hold of your backside.

With a choked back mewl, you struggled one last time, allowing the sensation of him drag on until you couldn’t. Hosea’s fingers tangled in your hair, your body rocking into his, following his rhythm to the best of your ability, your breathing feeling ragged and manic to your own ears and you don’t— you can’t—

“Hosea!,” you cry out and your muscles tense up, clenching tightly as you come, the sensation burning and consuming from within your core; chaotic and perfect at the same time, bordering the violent.

“Sweet girl,—“ the man chokes out a desperate and harsh sound, allowing you one moment longer of seemingly unending bliss before pulling out. “Makin’ me so proud,” he gasps breathlessly, the words jumbling at his throat and you barely had the time to open your eyes before you felt the warmth of his seed painting your backside in generous spurts.

You close your eyes for a moment, thoroughly exhausted and spent on top of the man, barely noticing it when he unties the bandana on your hands to free you — the only sign of it being the sore feeling on your arms and the slight burning sensation on the sensitive skin of your wrists. You moan, eyes closed and hands reaching for his shoulders. You had longed for touching him so long now, it felt like you hadn’t ever done it.

Hosea caressed your back with his fingertips, allowing his breathing to slow down before deciding to move and ready you both to sleep. You nuzzled further into him, kissing his neck softly over and over, making the man chuckle.

“Did so good tonight,” Hosea hummed idly, tangling his fingers in your hair, this time sweeter, “my beautiful girl.”

You nodded, feeling sluggish and sleepy. You had sweated through your sleeping shirt, the bath you had paid for earlier a waste now. “I wish we could do this always,” you confessed quietly, sounding smaller than you actually were, but still meaning every word. Luxury was a hard thing to find in this life, companionship and love included.

Hosea chuckled in agreement, pecking your forehead lovingly. He shifted under you, coaxing you to lay on your side at the soft mattress, getting up on his feet with a groan.

“Where you goooooing?,” you drawled in a complaining tone, extending your arm, “come baaack…”

He shook his head by the water basin, wringing the towel before approaching you again. “Clingy lil’ thing, ain’t ya?”

You puffed out your cheeks with a frown, trying to look annoyed. “I just want to spend time with you.”

“I know,” he nodded with a half-hearted laugh, kneeling beside you and proceeding to wipe off the stickiness on your skin, dabbing where needed and folding the towel a couple times. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired,” you offered in a soft voice, already closing your eyes and relishing under the gentle attention, “and sore.”

Hosea hummed lowly, pulling off the thin shirt still clinging to you. “We’ll sleep in a bit, sweetheart,” his hands caressed your arms deftly, making you turn towards him and the source of affection.

You sighed tiredly, never wanting it to end. The bed dipped under the weight of his body beside yours, his hands pulling you closer until your head rested on his shoulder, your arm draped over him possessively. Sighing, you closed your eyes, already feeling the promise of sleep coaxing you into its pleasantness. The last thing you remember registering, the soft press of Hosea’s lips to your forehead.

[miximax-hell]

Oh my, if it isn’t more @inavember stuff! Don’t get used to this, as there isn’t aaall that much I plan to do for this month, and not everything I want to do is related to this blog. Anyway, let’s try to make this enjoyable while it lasts!

I randomly found a MamoDai doodle I didn’t publish last time and I don’t really want to simply edit a super old post to add it since no one will see it, so I might as well do SOMETHING for once in my life and use this chance to write more about MamoDai, since it seems to be at least a couple of people’s favourite concept within this blog. And I don’t blame then.

This doodle is especially interesting, as it shows MamoDai’s early concept before my friend took part in it. …If you can call that “take part,” that is, but I explained that in the past and I won’t go over that again. ww As you may see, it isn’t very different to the final design, so it comes to show that there wasn’t much experimenting done because of how straightforward the whole process ended up being. Even today, MamoDai’s has been one of the easiest designs to come up with, as pretty much every single idea I ever had ended up making it to the final design due to the special conditions it was created under.

But we’re not here to discuss MamoDai’s design, as I did so thoroughly in a previous post. Instead, it’s about time to cover everyone’s my favourite subject, one I can’t believe I haven’t talked about yet. It’s time to talk about MamoDai’s powers!

For more information about that, please look under the cut.

As usual, let’s add some updates now that we’re done with the intro and past the cut! As some of you know, a couple of days after my last post about Hiroto, my girlfriend came to visit me and we spent almost two weeks together, roaming around my city and being extremely cheesy. Needless to say, after walking around for 10-12 hours everyday, I didn’t really feel like doing much else. Thank goodness I had nothing else to do and we could enjoy ourselves to the fullest. (And play KH lmao) And this same lovely, perfect girlfriend will help me by proofreading and editing 1-2 old stories of mine and making them presentable so I can finally post them to Tumblr during Inavember. Don’t worry, though—those won’t be posted here.

I have also been struggling with mail. I sent some parcels that my friends (including @ishidoshuuji @karasawr and my own girlfriend) never got, so I’ve been trying to fill out claims to try and locate those packages and make sure they either go where they should… or at least try to get my money back. It’s been a pain and the results have been terrible so far. Sigh… The only good thing is that I got to talk to a REALLY nice USPS worker. The second one I talked to was a little shit, but that’s karma, I suppose.

On the bright side, I… beat Super Mario Galaxy 2 and completed Portal? Well, they’re both top-notch games, so I guess it counts. And The Witch’s House too, along with my girlfriend! …Oh, and a super old and very terrible Star Wars game for PSX. That wasn’t so great, but at least it’s out of the way. I won’t complain.

And last, but by no means least, as you all know (and if you didn’t, you will now), 10/1 was EnYaga Day and 10/15 was True EnYaga Day. What you all must know by now is that I’m a very fervent EnYaga king shipper, so I have to celebrate those days properly with nice illustrations!

…However, there was an EnYaga Day on January that I didn’t celebrate (1/10) since I had just moved to America and all, so I want to do something special for this blog to make up for that day I missed. So, if you have any requests regarding Endou’s miximax with Yagami, be it in terms of what you’d like to know more about or what you’d like me to draw next, please let me know! I’m open to all kinds of suggestions!

Well, the rant’s out of the way, so it’s time to start! To do so, let me quote myself: “MamoDai is Endou’s true miximax, and the one who turns him into the incredible monster of a goalkeeper he was always meant to be.” After mentioning that in my last post about him, I said that that was a story for some other time, and that time has finally come.

The sentence I just quoted makes it pretty clear, but I’ll say it properly just in case: MamoDai is strong. Now, don’t get me wrong here. GouYuu is strong. SomeKyu is strong. Super Zanark is strong. But MamoDai is strong. Remember when I said I was trying to make my characters strong and nonetheless flawed because that’s what really spices things up?

I LIED.

Nah, just kidding. ww But MamoDai really is super strong, to the point where he might very well be the strongest character and miximax in this project. Is he undefeatable? Of course not—that would be no fun. However, he is indeed very, very tough to beat.

As you may know if you’ve read other posts, I always try to find a niche for everyone to make them all actually useful and relevant. I do this so no one can simply outclass someone else. I want them all to be good enough on their own. That’s why their perks aren’t usually “HE’S STRONG AND FAST AND WILL KICK YOUR SORRY ASS TO OBLIVION,” but something a bit more specific and unique. Megane’s outstanding luck, Someoka’s sheer bulldozing power, Tamano’s resistance, Midorikawa’s aerial plays… Something special no one else can have. And MamoDai’s perk is quite cool.

You all have watched or played Inazuma—you wouldn’t be here otherwise. Now, tell me: what happens whenever Raimon/Inazuma Japan/Chrono Storm/Earth Eleven comes across one of the strongest teams in every season/game? There’s always someone in the team saying, “How are we supposed to defeat people this strong?! It’s impossible!!”

Well, MamoDai makes the opposing team say this. His perk is having a strength so overwhelming that enemies can barely even believe someone that strong can exist. MamoDai is, quite literally, the Drama Destroyer, as it turns the tables around by showing overpowered people the true meaning of that word. This is part of the reason why Endou is the last one to get his miximax in this project—it would be completely ridiculous otherwise. As I said, MamoDai is not undefeatable, but you ought to save the best for last. It’d be stupid in terms of storytelling to show the absolute best miximax first and then bring miximaxes that can’t stand up to it coming one after the other. I guess no one would have seen that one coming, but still. ww

Anyway, what exactly are MamoDai’s powers? Let’s cover hissatsus first.

The boosted hissatsu here is quite tricky to point out, as many of Endou’s hissatsus are originally Daisuke’s. However, I think this calls for a middle point between classic and powerful. You could think God Hand would get boosted, but God Hand is rather weak, so even evolving it beyond Shin wouldn’t solve much. Same goes for Nekketsu Punch, Grenade Shot or Bakuretsu Punch. You could boost God Catch, since Daisuke inspired it and all, but he didn’t have much to do with it to begin with. Same goes for Ijigen The Hand, Ikari no Tettsui or even Triple Defense and Megaton Head (not to mention Endou boosted Megaton Head to the very limit himself, as shown by the fact that it turned into Gigaton Head).

Our last options would therefore be The Earth (which Yagami already boosted, so scratch that), Seiji no Tekken (which Daisuke never mastered himself, even if it was his idea), Omega The Hand (TEMPTING, but it doesn’t make a super ton of sense) or… Majin The Hand. In fact, this last idea is the most logical one, if you think about it coldly.

Majin The Hand was stated to be Daisuke’s strongest and signature hissatsu, after all—the one he used when he was a pro soccer player and all. Sure, Majin The Hand is far from Endou’s best hissatsu, but in terms of game canon, it’s always been pretty dang strong nonetheless. Boosting this hissatsu beyond all known limits (within the first trilogy, at least) could be rather useful, as it could easily be as strong as his more energy-consuming hissatsus—or even stronger—while still taking a much smaller toll on him. And it’s just a really cool technique overall! Did you all see the Ares version?! I’M SO HYPED.

As for what hissatsu Endou would get from Daisuke… Well, that is a very difficult question. Endou has pretty much learnt everything Daisuke ever created, after all. You could go for one of the techniques Endou didn’t learn himself, like Inazuma Otoshi or Mugen The Hand, but the team already has both, so it wouldn’t be very interesting. You could also go for God Hand X, since Rococo learnt how to use God Hand from Daisuke to begin with (the X variation might have been Daisuke’s doing too—who knows) and he even taught Sangoku how to use it, but, yeah, Sangoku can already use it. What’s the point, then?

The most interesting options are a bit more obscure. There is this one technique, exclusive to young Hibiki, called God Hand Triple. Hibiki, as we all know, was trained personally by Daisuke, so, much like God Hand X, it could very well be Daisuke’s creation. Even if it weren’t, though, it’s an extremely tempting option. The only downside is that it’s a combo hissatsu, and I try to avoid those as much as I can. However, Chrono Storm did get a combo hissatsu at the very end: Saikyou Eleven Hadou. This could be our chance to create some, uh, parallelism with it? We got a shot last time, so a catch would be nice now. I guess.

Anyway, the other good option is, luckily, a single player hissatsu. It’s one that I will get complaints for, though—mostly from myself. Since Endou is receiving Daisuke’s powers, he could borrow Daisuke’s God Hand, combine it with his own and, therefore, get God Hand W. Now, I’ll list every problem I see with this idea. Let me know if there’s any I missed.

1.       In terms of anime (or movie) canon, Tenma can already use this and I just said it’s pointless to repeat techniques. You could go around this by saying that it makes no sense for Tenma to use a catch hissatsu or say that the movie isn’t canon since it happened in an AU of sorts, but still.

2.       Daisuke never used God Hand W himself, so it doesn’t make all that sense. Then again, for example, Big couldn’t use Ouja no Kiba and Fei got it from miximaxing with him. (Yes, I know you can scout Big’s gijinka in Galaxy and he can use that technique, but we all know that’s not canon at all, much like Nobunaga being able to use Setsuna Boost, etc. ww)

3.       In terms of game canon, young Endou can already use God Hand W, so getting this technique from mixitransing would make little sense. You could argue that this is young Endou within his own universe and he got that technique in the Go games, so it isn’t canon plot-wise, but I’ve already talked about other IE characters using Go techniques, so you all would have many reasons to be mad at me for twisting the rules as I find it fitting (even if the case isn’t exactly the same). What am I, a politician?

I’ll let you guys (assuming anyone reads this) decide whether God Hand W would be a good option or not. But, for now, let me suggest something else.

How about going way, way, way back to the first time this concept was ever shown, back in episode 13 of the original series? This is what we got back then when Endou tried to use God Hand with both hands.

Yes, it was probably meant to be some kind of normal, big hand, but it looks like a straight hand instead of the usual grabby… thing. Couldn’t, therefore, Endou’s take on the combination of two God Hands be something like a… God Palm? It’s a technique he never mastered himself, as he only used it once (or maybe twice at some point?), so the miximax could help him develop it further and, of course, complete it. There goes a thought.

So, yeah. Tricky stuff here. Excuse me for not sharing more than simple thoughts instead of, well, finished things, but at least it isn’t the first time this happens. ww I accept all kinds of feedback or ideas, though!

This time, I decided to save the most boring part for last. To end things off, let’s talk about how Daisuke would change Endou’s abilities.

As I said when I talked about EnYaga’s abilities, Endou’s strength, as a goalkeeper, has always been based on resistance, power and stillness. All these abilities, which pretty much disappeared (or, at least, weren’t boosted at all) when Endou miximaxed with Yagami, are pushed to ungodly—pun intended—limits thanks to Daisuke. The blood and emotional bond makes this miximax reach a power not seen ever since Yuuichi miximaxed with Tsurugi, and we all saw how incredibly strong that was. I even talked about how the bond between vessel and aura can affect the outcome of the miximax back in the day, so there’s that.

Endou’s natural catching and blocking ability (which, in the games, is stronger than Daisuke’s—probably because Daisuke is already old) is doubled or even tripled thanks to this miximax. If there is a single true iron wall in this project, that’s definitely MamoDai. Daisuke always insisted on how a goalkeeper’s power is based on how much strength he has on his stomach because that’s what will allow him to block a shot without being wrecked by it, so MamoDai is able to anchor himself to the ground and not even budge most of the time. It’s fearsome. That’s what I meant when I said he would be reversing the roles and scaring enemies for once. About time something like that happened!

The rest of his abilities—kicking capability, speed, etc.—receive a small boost too, as per usual, but nothing all that extraordinary. You won’t be seeing MamoDai scores many more goals than before, unlike EnYaga, but that’s why it comes in handy to give Endou two different trump cards to choose from… even though one of them is FAR better at what it does than the other. Oh well!