#🗒 . writing

[kazoohaa]

haii can i request blade, jingyuan and/or danheng with a s/o who runs into everything 😭😭 like they could go to a different room for a few seconds and hear an “ow”

𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐘! honkai star rail

— notes. thats so me tbh /j

— details. blade, jing yuan, dan heng x gn!reader (separate). fluff.

blade

he honestly didnt notice it for a while

it began with that time he saw you stub your toe and kind of double over in pain but then you went to another room to fetch something and he still heard you say “ow—”

blade still didn’t do or say anything about it but he’s suddenly becoming more aware of how often you manage to bump into things everywhere 😭

how does this keep happening to you??

but he just. still doesn’t say anything about it

until it became kind of noticeable how he stands in your general vicinity a bit more, making sure makes sure that you remain within an arm’s reach so that he can pull you away from bumping into yet another item just a second before it happens

you brought it up at some point, and he dismisses it by saying something about how he’s just annoyed at how you always run into things as if you don’t look where you’re going, so he’s just stopping that from happening more, that’s all

jing yuan

you could just be minding your own business and trying to stay alert of your surroundings but still manage to bump into something — it puzzles him a little to see how this seems to happen so often, but it’s also mildly amusing. just a tiny bit.

since this happens to you quite frequently, you probably get lots of accidental bruises or cuts from the hips down, so he makes it a habit to always have some band-aids in his pocket for you

would probably try to minimise the risks for you and get furniture that has less sharp corners or edges to make it less painful if — actually, scratch that, when — you bump into them

also uses this as an excuse to have his arm around your waist more often LMAO (under the excuse of helping you stop bumping into things if you’re this close by to him)

dan heng

your innate talent of running into things was probably the first thing he noticed about you LMAOO

like. how do you manage to do that?? all the time?? and it still happens whether or not he tries to keep an eye on you or accompanies you where you go

dan heng probably briefly considered looking through the archives to see if this was something that happened to other people as well

because who knows what kind of things happen on other planets. people from punklorde perceive reality as a game, and people from xianzhou get mara-struck, so it’s probably possible that such regular clumsiness could be something that just Happens™ to people from a certain planet??

in the end he’s sort of resigned himself to accepting that it’s just something interesting about you — kind of like how march can somehow understand diting?? except it’s you bumping into things

he also tries to minimise the risks, and at some point asked himeko or welt if it was possible to modify the furniture in the express a little bit so that the edges aren’t as sharp

while it helps a little, there seems to be no way to fully [name]-proof any place 😞 (he will work towards it!!! or try to, at the least)

[wendigoruble]

Report One: Meeting Il Bambino

[Thank you, @coyle-and-co , for helping me find Antoni's face]

June 10th, 1957

Miami, Florida

To many, the name "Il Bambino" is something of a legend in its own right. The prolific son of Salvatore Barbi, one of the most notorious men in organized crime. A clear path of bodies follow the name, tracking all the way to Miami. In my research, I've heard some people say he doesn't exist, and he's just a cover for the rampant rise in murders done by the mafia. A conflation of circumstance made up by the mafia to send police stations on a wild goose chase. After all, the man claims he has no son.

But I know better, I met the man today.

After the arduous process of working my way up through the ranks of his makeshift operation, I met him in the local strip club. Apparently, my work deserved personal praise from the man himself. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sweet smell of alcohol. I spotted him with ease from across the room. Such a man has quite a striking silhouette and an aura that makes one gravitate. With a look such as his, I can see where the rumors of him being a falsehood comes from. No human should look like that. Lopsided eyes sit bugging out of their sockets, framed by an engorged skull. The minimal hair on his head is combed as if it'll hide it. The suit he wears is layered in stains of god knows what. I also noticed a pacifier dangling off the collar of his shirt. The moniker "Il Bambino" seems to ring true.

I sat across from him at the small table. He had a few empty glasses and a woman to each side. They looked like they couldn't be paid enough to care about him. Still looking upon him with distain whenever he so much as glanced up, let alone touch them. I introduced myself and he did so in turn.

Franco Barbi.

We talked for what felt like hours before I was able to convince him of my intent. That I'm here to be his right-hand man, and I idolized him for his works. From his drug peddling to his murders I praised him again and again until a twisted smile spread across his face. Stroking his ego seemed to work wonders on him.

During this meeting, he alluded to an upcoming job, but it was quickly swept aside. He would offer me alcohol, drugs, women. All manner of things he also partook in before me. The job was mentioned once again, and from what I can gleam, he intends to take me to a hit. Lord, forgive me for the pain I'll need to cause the poor soul.

When I finally left the club I had to walk myself back to the motel so I could sleep off the high.

[caelesblues]

across the universe (part 1)

⋆｡°✩ what it's like to love a member of the astral express, even when you're universes apart ⋆｡°✩

c.w./t.w. fluff with bits of angst, lowercase intended, intense word vomit

word count: 2,750

characters: welt yang, himeko, dan heng

gn!reader, title is inspired by "across the universe" by baek yerin, notes at the end.

part 2 (with march 7th, stelle, and caelus)

“why are you still with him? he left you didn’t he? he’s probably never going to come back anyways, so why are you still waiting?”

“how are you sure that he's not cheating on you out there? i mean you said it yourself, he’s traveling to different planets, who’s to say he’s not fooling around every now and then.”

“you’re wasting your time by staying with him, just break up with him and move on already. you’re not even sure if he’ll still love you after all these time away from one another.”

life really does like to throw curveballs at you every now and then huh? you would have never thought your relationship with welt would become conversation fodder for anyone, and you could’ve never predicted that they’d be bold enough as to outright say to your face their unwarranted opinions and remarks. but you can’t necessarily blame them as well, seeing as how such an upstanding man as welt yang just suddenly upped and left to join a group of intergalactic adventurers to go on, as they would say, a “trailblazing expedition” across the starry plains. 

okay so maybe it wasn’t as sudden as you make it out to be (like he just disappeared into thin air one day), but it was news enough for everyone else as well that at some point people were questioning your relationship with him.

at first people would just extend a sympathetic pat on the back or say some comforting words when welt just left, it then morphed into others skirting around the topic of him and your relationship for fear that they might upset you when a considerable time has passed since he first left, and now they’re outright questioning your loyalty to him when it’s been years since everyone had seen him last. 

it truly fascinated you how they once looked at you with concern and pity as if to say “you poor thing, left all alone”, but now their gazes lock onto you with a look of incredulousness as if to communicate “what is wrong with you, you’re waiting for nothing”. 

but all this talk just proves to you how the general public don’t really know either of you properly, and how other people’s views of your relationship will never really mean anything. while to others welt might seem like such a cold and distant (no pun intended) lover ever since he left to pursue adventures across the galaxy, it could not be further from the truth of who he really is as your lover. the thing about a man such as welt is that he is a stable and reliable presence in your life, that second guessing has no room in your love for one another. 

even across the universe this aspect of him and your relationship did not change the slightest, in fact your relationship just got stronger through the challenges you’ve faced together brought about by your unique circumstance. sure communicating with each other when you’re so far apart is quite the herculean feat (especially when he finds himself in missions, in which he can become virtually uncontactable sometimes), but welt will always find a way to send you a heads up of his current situation and will either message or call you once he finds an opportunity to do so. 

he seems to have a knack for knowing when you’re suddenly doubting yourself and where you stand in his life, and so he does his best to constantly remind you of just how important you are to him and that this distance between you can never overpower the overwhelming love he has for you. welt is always making time for you even when he is considerably busier, even finding ways to include you in his adventures, be it through pictures, videos, or taking you on a virtual tour on their current stop. 

that’s why you pay no mind to the naysayers trying to chip away at your resolve, doing their best to plant seeds of doubt and mistrust in your relationship with welt. they’ll never know of the numerous ways you’ve both cultivated a routine with one another to accommodate your (incredibly) long distance relationship, will never be privy to how you’ve learned to better trust one another at such a crucial turning point in your lives, the ways you’ve managed problems along the way, and how incredibly in love you both still are. 

what others say don’t matter to the both of you, what’s important is even with the universe itself separating you both, you can always count on each other. 

space is cold, both the great big universe out there and the spaces beside you that himeko used to occupy. you guess this is to be expected, after all himeko has always exuded such an incredible sense of warmth about her. Ever since you both were kids she had radiated even amongst her peers- alway getting high remarks, easily making friends, showcasing her myriad of talents, getting recognition after recognition; it always felt like a person such as herself would be an untouchable figure, but still had enough grace to mingle amongst the common folk.

admittedly this is how you felt when you first met her when you were kids, but the closer you two became the more you understood that while himeko is undoubtedly someone who is always destined for greatness, at her very core she is just someone who has a heart of gold. 

ever since then you’ve stuck by her side, the once distant admiration for the girl you held in high regards had slowly but surely blossomed into an unfathomable affection reserved solely for her. and so it left you completely in shock when you learned that himeko, a person so incredibly bright, warm, and loved by all, had harbored a crush on you as well. it was kind of hard to fathom what aspects of you she finds desirable in any way, but just as you found comfort in her, himeko also found warmth and solace in you too. 

after the confession everything just fell into place, and the rest was history as they say. you both became each other’s beacon of light, warding off the coldness and darkness the world likes to throw at the both of you from time to time. since becoming himeko’s lover, you have had the privilege to see all kinds of sides to her that the public doesn’t necessarily have the chance to witness, and being there for her during one of her life’s biggest projects-reviving the astral express.

day in and day out you can be found helping her fix the train, from simply handing her tools to getting yourself all tangled up in numerous wires. along the way you’d both started to learn more about the express, and you’d witness there and then the determination that grew on himeko’s face-you knew that once the train was up and running again, she’d take for the stars just like akivili and the nameless did once. 

just as you were excited for when the express would be in commission again, you were just as nervous to what it meant for the both of you. you and himeko knew that no one could stop her from leaving, not even you (as if you would ever in the first place, really). and so all you could really do from then on was countdown the days until she inevitably had to leave, savoring the moments of warmth you’d still get to relish in while she’s still here with you.

 days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years-it took a long while, but the astral express was finally ready to go. the day of her departure is as clear as ever, watching alongside everyone else as himeko commandeered the train into finally take off for the great unknown, replaying the last face to face conversation you’d have with her for a while,

(“so uh….this is goodbye then huh?”

“i guess it is, but i’ll come back someday”

“will you though? and for how long will you be gone?”

“I don’t really know myself, you can’t really be too definitive with things like this”

“i know. i’ll miss you a lot though”

“i’ll miss you too. hey let’s promise each other to always keep in contact no matter what, ok? that way we'd still have each other even if i’m docked on some planet far away.”

“of course, i gotta make sure you don’t forget about me”

“and i have to make sure that even when i’m gone, you won’t find someone else to replace me”

“i could never”).

a lot of time has gone by since then but you both have kept true to your words of still making time for one another, and as the years have passed you and himeko have cultivated a routine-one that ensures that at least you still get to spend time with one another, even if just through virtual means. and it’s through these moments that you realize that no matter how far himeko may be nor how long you’ve gone without her by your side, she still radiates the same warmth you’ve always loved about her. 

the fear you initially had of how himeko would go cold on you once she leaves, gradually dissipated when she showed you how utterly devoted she still is, how she never changed amidst the ever growing spatial distance between the both of you. you can still feel her happiness for you when you recount  all the things you’ve achieved, how she’s always lending a sympathetic ear to your rants though she may be busy, the words of comfort through your times of need, and most especially how you still consider each other as home. 

it’s through all these kinds of moments that you realize your fear was unfounded, that no matter where she is, your himeko will always be someone you can always find peace in. and that for her, she knows that somewhere out there she will always have a home to come back, a home in the shape of you. so while the spaces beside you that she once occupied have now gone cold, the love you hold for one another continues to blaze stronger than ever. 

“hey, are you still awake?”

“i was just about to go to sleep actually.”

“oh…i’ll just call some other time then.”

“it’s ok, i don’t mind. besides i know you need me right now anyways”

“i don’t want to keep you up though”

“hey, what did i tell you again when you get nightmares?”

“....that i should never hesitate to call you.”

“exactly. ok, so tell me what happened?”

conversations like those are a very common occurrence for you and dan heng. though he keeps on insisting that you didn’t always have to pick up his calls, or that he’s just repeating the same stories over and over again, you shut him down quickly and thoroughly by assuring him that asking for comfort will never be too much for you. 

see it was never like this initially, that man always had an aversion to seeking out help from others when he needed it, and you were the one dan heng was always hiding his woes from. for as long as you have both known one another, he had always put up a wall of having to be strong even when he’s so clearly falling apart at the seams. well maybe to you it’s clear as day but for a majority of the people he encounters, dan heng is simply just an impenetrable wall of aloofness. 

getting to that point wasn’t an easy task to conquer, it had taken years of knowing and staying by each other to even get to that point. even then there were still times wherein dan heng would withdraw from you entirely, ranging from a few hours to a few days-but by and by, you’d still be there waiting for him patiently and he’d come to you when he finally felt ready to.

this slow but gradual strengthening of bond and trust instilled a confidence in you, that no matter what you’d be able to weather whatever storm may come your way…but things took a rockier turn once he left the luofu, bringing you both back to the days wherein he simply could not be reached. It was already difficult to get a hold of the man in person, but it significantly became harder once he started his starfaring journey with the express. 

messages being left on read, calls not being picked up, being stood up on planned video call dates, taking hours if not days to respond-these were things that consistently happened once dan heng became on the run, and you greatly understood why these things are happening in the first place anyway because a lot of the time there are just things out of both of your controls (very distant intergalactic communication being wonky, the different time zones dan heng finds himself in, work that impedes a lot of efforts to connect, etc). 

sure it was frustrating to deal with something like that when you never really had to in the past, but what really got under your skin was how you felt he started to drift away the more time he spent away. It disturbed you immensely bearing witness to conversations get shorter and shorter, the once comfortable silence now becoming painful pinpricks that can only be remedied once either of you leaves the call, and how you’ve now once again stood outside his walls. 

it was essentially being abandoned again, but this time it felt even more painful knowing that you can’t even confront him as easily as you did once. you were losing your mind as the days passed, trying your best to remedy the situation you’ve both found yourselves in, but it was nigh impossible with a man as adamant in running away like dan heng. the more he fortified his walls the more you were losing hope in being able to fix your relationship, hoping that the next day will at least bring about some good in any way. 

it wasn’t really until one day, after they recently completed another expedition that you got dan heng finally opening up to you. detailing how that particular experience made him realize that he was losing you for quite some time now,

(“the couple i met there….they reminded me of us”

“hm? how?”

“they were also going through a tough time, at least the one i talked to said so”

“....do you think we’re going through a rough patch right now?”

“i know we are”)

and thus that entire night was spent talking, remedying, and mending the relationship from the brink of fully collapsing. reminding the man you love that no matter where you both may be he can always turn to you for anything, that the universe itself will never be strong enough to deter you away from him. dan heng also assured you that he’s not going anywhere, even if he gave the opposite impression. that you can also rely on him when you need him, and that he’ll do better from now on. 

the days and nights of worrying were undone by his simple action of finally reaching out, of finally letting his walls down for you again. a full night spent reassuring one another, learning how to better trust each other, and finding ways to better navigate your unique relationship. and that’s the thing with loving dan heng, that there will inevitably be downs to accompany the moments of highs, but you two will always find a way to solve the problems you face. though at times it may feel like either one of you is slipping away, one of you will always be able to pull the other back from completely disappearing. that nothing is ever too great for the both of you to face, because you’d always find your way back to each other. 

“you ok now?”

“yeah, thank you for listening to me.”

“of course, i’ll always be here for you.”

“i seriously didn’t ruin your sleep?”

“nope”

“well, if you say so.”

“you feel like you can go back to sleep now?”

“yeah, all that talking made me sleepy to be honest”

“good, good. well i’ll also go to sleep now then.”

“good night, i love you”

“night night, and i love you too”

FINALLY IT'S HERE! this blog is not abandoned, i was just working on this one piece for such a long time T_T not only was i busy with other irl things, this work gave me such a hard time since i restarted this so many times already ಢ‸ಢ

this is such a word vomit and i'm not so sure with the formatting (looking at it makes me want to ndaoindawn), i might change it later on. anyways part 2 with the rest of the members will be posted shortly.

i hope this at the very least decent huhuhu. likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated!

caelesblues @ 2023 | do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or repost on any other platform

[vanishintoyou]

oh and not to be 100% predictable again but i almost fully cried in discord voice chat watching the vanish into you part of gagachella 2. when she threw those flowers bridal style especially. oh god my mamaaaaa

[cabinetlass]

now, if i say my bg3 oc is a drow oathbreaker who’s goal in life is to ascend to become a deity of sorts while claiming she can keep her soul the same all along…

only to lead her companions down a “good” and “moral” path (non-ascended astarion, anti-god gale) because she’d rather sabotage anyone else if she can’t have what she desires!

then im the bad guy right? right ???

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

I just came on to drop some thoughts of wolf hound hybrid Soobin x bunny hybrid reader and stumbled across active discussions of bunny hybrid Soobin, oops

[mentallyillmeowmeow]

 welcome to @mentallyillmeowmeow, the home of myre and wulf！

A separate account but still connected to @roachie-paradise！this account is for anything really. There are two people this acc is ran by, buddy Bianca and friend Artery ( or wulf n myre！). Woof/Its for Bianca and He/It/<3 for Myre, we're both from the same brain.

We both have a sign-off！

We're both currently fascinated by Pixel Cat's End. So apart from the norm, that's one thing we'll be spam posting about！I also want to post Graphics, Coinings and possibly Art. :3 The blog has no dni. To add onto this, i know about the okegom hell but i don't condone the artists actions, obviously.

[cam3lliaw]

my tags:

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[rinarecueil]

jungji accidentally finding out they’re sleeping w the same girl..

the bro code: always leave at least 5 minutes before having a date over. but jungsu takes so long getting ready with his hour showers.

“you two know each other?” jiseok asks out of genuine confusion. he’s pretty sure he heard all of the stories jungsu told him about from then to now in detail. why has he never heard about you?

“you two know each other?” jungsu returns the question instead of answering.

“this is who i’ve been hooking up with for the past seven months.”

“we’ve been hooking up for eight.”

you stand there in complete silence.

was it from shock? no. you’ve seen this apartment way more times than your own.

was it from fear? no. you wouldn’t be surprised if they both kicked you out in the next thirty seconds.

was it from the fact that you got caught? not even. it was pretty bound to happen sooner or later.

in the end though, you didn’t expect to be tugged between two competitive men, who somehow found enjoyment in the little game.

[kazoohaa]

Hello hello hellooo I saw hsr and APPEARED I must ask for Kafka with a stoic s/o like everyone in danger s/o is hurt and their just like “ow oh no😐”

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃. honkai star rail

— notes. these two requests had the same kind of theme so i merged it into one post 👍

— details. kafka, dan heng, jing yuan, blade x gn!reader (separate). fluff. tw: descriptions of injuries. all of them might be ooc im sorry sjhdhksjkd

kafka

she honestly takes this as grounds to tease you and attempt to find what makes you tick ��� she finds it as a fun challenge to see what would be able to make your expression shift.

having an unreadable demeanour is an advantage in her profession, as well as having the ability to maintain a calm exterior no matter what the situation. so really, kafka mostly doesn’t have any qualms about your behaviour, especially since it also gives her a bit of entertainment from time to time

well, she doesn’t have any qualms about it��until you rock up with a concerning injury, but seem to be regarding it with nothing but utter nonchalance.

her light plum eyes narrow slightly, examining the long cut down your arm with a hint of scrutiny within her gaze. kafka ‘tsk’s, glancing up to meet your eyes for a moment; a silent question wondering about how you’re so calm about this.

despite how her hands are quick to reach out and grasp your arm, her hold on you is gentle.

she pulls you closer, saying something about how you shouldn’t take your injuries so lightly. kafka whisks you away to a more secluded place and has you sit down while she takes on the role of your temporary personal medic.

“you should take more care of your own wellbeing, alright? sit still and let me treat your wounds.” her words are spoken with something like a drawl, tilting her head as she speaks, but she pats your head and gets to work with helping you afterwards.

dan heng

well, then you wouldn’t be the only one on the astral express who exhibits calm behaviour all the time — but admittedly, you’re more proficient at keeping it up than dan heng is.

he tells himself that it’s one less thing to worry about, since your other companions are already quite the group to take care of. march is always running off to take photos or poke in others’ business, and the trailblazer’s probably digging through trash cans for... who knows what, honestly.

you’re reliable and composed, and he appreciates this aspect of you. it’d certainly come in handy in many situations, and so again, he tells himself that he doesn’t have to worry about you...

but he is still very much worried.

especially upon spotting the thin but long cut on the side of your torso.

his eyebrows furrow — this is one of the few situations where you actually manage to catch a glimpse of him showing pure unconcealed concern.

dan heng sighed, inquiring about how you even got that and if it hurts a lot. regardless of your response to the either question, he’s already on helping clean and patch up the injury. “battles are inevitable along our journey, but you should be more on-guard next time.” he said, checking his handiwork and making sure that the bandages were secure.

jing yuan

it’s part of what makes you very interesting to him, actually — seeing how most things never really crack your solid exterior.

people don’t usually come across someone like you every day. even for xianzhou natives, who naturally have much longer lifespans than others, don’t often meet someone with your level of calm. even jing yuan himself couldn’t say that he’s met many individuals who share your traits, even with his experience.

it’s good to be levelheaded in a fight, whether it be physical or verbal. jing yuan quietly appreciates your ability to keep a clear mind and keep your sights set on the goal. it’s a good skill for people to have on the battlefield.

it’s simultaneously fascinating and concerning to see how you still don’t bat an eye even when you’re injured. for a brief moment, jing yuan ponders over whether he should accompany you the next time you are headed out into the places on the luofu which are more packed with mara-struck soldiers.

he knows that you’re a capable fighter on your own, but how could you expect him not to worry on your behalf when you’ve ended up injuring yourself like this?

however, tending to your wounds takes precedence over those other matters, so he pushes that aside and helps you out first.

the general certainly isn’t a medical professional, but he at least knows how to dress a wound. with many years of experience on the battlefield under his belt, this comes naturally to him. after cleaning the gash, he carefully wraps the bandages around the injured area, asking you if it’s too tight and then asking again to double-check, since he finds that attempting to get a read on your expression didn’t really work too much.

jing yuan sighs, reminding you that you should be more careful next time. would you need your injuries checked by lady bailu after this? he’ll accompany you on the way there.

blade

wow you guys are twinning!!! 🤝

/j

but, unlike him, you don’t possess that same self-healing ability that he has, so while it may be ironic of him to do so, he’s silently questioning your pain management abilities.

blade doesn’t usually spare anyone a second look, but if you keep a careful eye out, you might catch him taking a surreptitious glance at you, silently giving your wounds a once-over. it’s curious how you manage to stay that calm even when you’re injured like that.

the sight of you getting hurt in some shape or form was a bit of a common occurrence, but no matter the severity of the injuries, you still maintained that unbothered demeanour.

huh. with that sort of behaviour you display, you’d expect someone like that to manage to not get into this many scuffles, but here you were.

clearly, out of the other stellaron hunters, you seemed more injury-prone. maybe it was something that balanced out your stoic countenance. blade has half the mind to simply drag you back to a safer area himself just to get you away from danger.

he mutters some form of curse or complaint under his breath as he sits you down onto the ground then crouches in front of you, lifting your left calf to inspect the injury. “how do you always manage to do this?” he muttered, earning no response.

that fragmentum creature had swiped at your calf and also left a small burn. blade raised an unimpressed eyebrow, seeing your still unchanged expression.

he may be uttering some complaints and saying that he shouldn’t have to look after you like some babysitter, but he in no way would tend to your injury sloppily. in contrast to his remarks, he handles your wound carefully. before you knew it, it’s been skilfully cleaned and bandaged up. “rest it.” he tells you. he’s not completely sure if you’d follow that, though, so with a scoff, blade adds that he’ll make sure of it himself.

[freyito]

ᴅᴇʟʟɪɴɢʀꜝ ⨟ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ

✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, jiaoqiu, moze, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ in which: you wake up next to them.

✧ a/n: for those who have read my works since i first started writing, i made a little masterpost on the mk(1) boys nightly rotuines... i figured id do one for hsr men since my mk hyperfixation died and is buried 6ft under... and i might do one for the hsr men nighttime routines but for now... wakey wakey

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

✎ wc: 3.9k

⎯ Aventurine

Ever the gambler, AVENTURINE even takes a gamble on waking up in the morning. He can set as many alarms as he wants, but he always sleeps in. He finds any excuse to cuddle up next to you and enjoy your warmth for a minute, or even an hour more. He doesn’t mind coming into work late, he always finds a way to slip out of write-ups.

You’ve lost count of how many alarms went off by now, as annoying as it was. Still, despite how important Aventurine was, he’s cuddled up against your back, hands gripping your clothes tightly as if you’d dare to wiggle out of his arms. You could remind him, again and again, that he needs to go, that he has a meeting that day, or a certain deadline, and he’ll just groan and say that his superiors can handle him being gone for another hour or so.

When you do manage to convince him to get up and start the day, he does everything with such reluctance. Forget his rank, forget all of it, he’d much rather spend several more hours in bed with you, even when the sun dips low. He’s slow to put on his uniform, asking you the most mundane of questions, with answers he already knows. He skips out on breakfast at hope, douses himself in that expensive cologne that makes you have to distance yourself until he leaves, and wires you enough money to buy the entire menu from the cafe you mentioned you liked in passing.

⎯ Dr. Ratio

The early bird gets the worm, as they say, and VERITAS is no exception to the saying. Considering work has him busy, he’s thoughtful enough to leave you to sleep, if you are not accustomed to a sleep schedule like his. He tends to wake up early, to give himself enough time to prepare himself for the day. He likes to be thorough, check over his lesson plan for the day, make sure he made no mistakes the day before (although he rarely needs to revise it).

While on the outside, he seems cold and uncaring, on the inside he’s flustering himself with how much he worries about you. He knows he will see you later in the day, when you’ll bring him his lunch, or after his lectures, but some part of leaving just unsettles him. Not that he believes you’d be in danger if you were gone, but more so how you take care of yourself. Of course he knows you’re capable, but some part in him wants to make sure.

So, before he leaves, right when you wake up, he does his best to cook a filling breakfast. Most of the times, Ratio has to put it in some tupperware and save it for later at work, but there are very rare occasions that he gets to enjoy the meal with you. He always makes more– “it was an accident, nothing more,” he’ll say, shaking his head, stoic as ever. But you know it wasn’t– and shovel it onto your plate, it’s his own love language. 

⎯ Boothill

BOOTHILL is an early riser. It’s a habit that was ingrained in him since he was knee high. Granted, he doesn’t need much sleep, and he isn’t around as often as you’d like. He doesn’t stay in one place for long, and he really only swings by your apartment once or twice every month. But that doesn’t mean he’ll sleepover, if only for a night.

Despite the fact that he wakes up even hours before you, he decides to let you sleep. Sometimes he’ll stay in bed as long as you are, soaking in the peaceful sight, one that he’s never afforded himself until you came along. He reaches out ever so tentatively, as if he’ll feel your warm skin underneath his finger tips, but all it earns him is a shudder and your face scrunching. And when you wake up, he’s in such a hurry to pretend he wasn’t watching you sleep, mumbling apologies like he’s disturbed you.

When he’s not watching over you, Boothill enjoys cooking. He might’ve lost his taste and stomach a while ago, but he’s still an excellent chef. For all he can’t eat, he loves cooking. And he believes one of the best ways of waking up is to have a hearty breakfast. While you catch up on your sleep (most likely because he showed up at your apartment late into the night scuffed and bloody(?), acting like nothing happened), he’s making the most heavenly smelling pancakes ever, humming some old country tune to himself. If you dare get up to see what he’s cooking, he shoos you back to bed, tutting and claiming that you’re ruining the surprise, as if he doesn’t do this every time.

⎯ Gallagher

For such a busy man, GALLAGHER tends to sleep a lot. Or perhaps, too little. His schedule is always fluctuating, which means he’s up early and home late. It’s unfair, you think. Most of the time he’ll come home all quiet, settle on a snack, and then sneak into bed, and pull you up close. Half the time he doesn’t even care about his clothes, opting to take off his vest and shirt and throw them on the floor. He’ll worry about the laundry later.

That being said, it’s often a gamble if you’ll see him in the morning or not. He wakes up quite early, and as much as he’d love to spend time with you, cuddle up, and go straight back to sleep, he has to at least look presentable for the next time he’s called in. Most of the time, he accidentally wakes you up when he gets up to shower, but you settle back in quite comfortably. 

Most of the time, he’ll have to leave right after his shower. So he’ll do his best to be quiet as a mouse, sneak in, and press a kiss to your forehead, before starting his day. But on the days he can sleep in, or when he doesn’t have work… he climbs right back into bed. The scent of his body wash rolls over you, in the near-overpowering sandalwood haven it is. He’ll wrap his arm around your waist, pull you impossible closer, and nuzzle into your neck. If you are awake by that time, he urges you to go back to sleep. ‘5 more minutes’, he’ll grumble, and in possibly record speed, he’s out like light. His arm loosens ever so slightly, as he snores away until his thirteenth alarm goes off.

⎯ Sunday

As a stickler for schedules, it’s no surprise that SUNDAY has a strict morning routine. He wakes up at 7 AM system time, 6 AM being too early, and 8 AM being too late. Of course, he encourages you to do the same. You get used to it with time.

He likes to start with a shower, of course. Something intimate with you, yet so normal. He does not mind spending an hour in the shower, but with his station, he cannot. So unfortunately, he has to cut such time short. But he makes sure to soak in every single minute left in the morning with you. A nice breakfast and some tea, as he chats away about his ‘chores’ for the day, what matters he is attending to, whether or not it is a day in the office or out and about. 

Regardless of how busy his day is, Sunday makes sure you know that you are in every waking thought of his. A kiss and a hug at the door, and he’s on his way. You can see some flicker of sorrow as he leaves, as if it is something to grieve over, not being by your side for a minute longer. But alas, to achieve and infinite amount of sundays, he cannot afford to make room in his schedule for more down time. 

⎯ Argenti

ARGENTI never ceases to look as heavenly as ever, even in his sleep. However, he has quite a strict schedule he sticks to, something that manifested when his master started training him. He has quite the strict schedule: wake up early, shower, enjoy his breakfast, and start training, unless he has somewhere to be. 

However, he does allow him so rest days, where he sleeps just a little longer, and allows himself more spare time. Very rarely do you catch him asleep when you wake up, and most mornings when he does ‘sleep in’, you often wake up to him gazing down at you. His head propped up by his hand, hair cascading down his shoulders. He could even miss out on several hours of sleep or perhaps even the entire night, and still look angelic. He greets you with a soft smile and a huff, his fingers brushing against your cheeks, as he waits for you to properly wake up.

And once you’re ready to get up, he’s ready to start the day. Anything you do, he's practically following you around like a lost puppy. When you make breakfast, you're either watching over his shoulder, or he is. He never skips out on a chance to dance in the kitchen, making something that was normally a spectacle regulated, and yet, it still feels as intimate as it does the very first time he pulled you into his arms.

⎯Sampo Koski

SAMPO KOSKI needs his beauty sleep. Granted, his sleeping schedule varies based on his business. Sometimes he needs to rob someone blind in the early hours of the morning, or his clients want to meet way past his bedtime. He’ll huff and puff and complain about it, but he always makes time to curl up in your arms like a poor little stray kitten.

When he is finally free of his dreaded work (his path in life that HE chose), he sleeps in quite late. Most of the time, he wants to enjoy the time he has left with you, pout and complain about how hard his job is (again, a career HE CHOSE). He has a lot to say when he (or you) wake up, only because he’s missed talking casually, and most of all, he’s missed you. His jobs and clients have him acting all proper, putting on some other character than he truly is for his clients. While there are some acts he likes… sometimes he just wants to break character and get his clients to buy whatever piece of junk he’s stolen.

Despite all his yapping, he truly enjoys the time he gets with you, even if most of it is him keeping you in bed. He pulls you up close to his chest if you even dare to move, burying his face in the crook of your neck and muttering pathetic little ‘don’t leave’s and the like. When you look down at him he’s just so tired, his eyebags are somehow seven times darker and he’s lost all that luster in his eyes. But you know he’s putting on an act. When you get up, he’ll be crawling to your side in no time.

⎯ Jing Yuan

Ah, the Dozing General. Who better to wake up with? While JING YUAN has to be up early, he doesn’t skip out on any time that could be spent with you. When his first alarm goes off, he’s quick to snooze it, rolling over and throwing his arm over your waist, pulling you closer. He’s used to waking up this early, of course, but he doesn’t like to miss out on those precious 30 minutes where he’s holding you close, uninterrupted. You’re accustomed to this schedule, as well. Wake up; but not really, spend the next moments cuddling, and then start your day.

As the Divine Foresight, he doesn’t get as much leisure time as he’d like, or days off. He could spend all day in bed, really, spoiling himself (as he sees it) to high heavens. But unfortunately, there is work that needs to be done, and he needs to start his day. And (un)fortunately, he quite enjoys dragging you along. A nice walk in the garden before he truly starts the day is a sign of a peaceful day. With you by his side, half-awake or not.

That being said, he does so because he wishes to spend every possible moment he has with you. His station means his workload will be unpredictable, and while he wishes that all days would be mundane, that wish will never come true. So, spending the first thirty minutes to several hours of his morning with you is what he rewards himself with. A nice meal and a good bath sets him in the right mood, being simply a step away at most in the morning. 

⎯ Blade

BLADE doesn’t sleep well in general. Often times he’s woken up at all hours in the night by things he won’t share– “It’s childish.” is what he says, with a huff. Nightmares. It’s nightmares. He doesn’t have much of a reaction to them anymore, aside from grumbling and complaining quietly, which is normal. As much as he tries to go back to sleep, he simply can’t most of the time, opting to do something to keep his mind and hands busy, as sleep deprived as he is.

You tend to be met with his back when you wake up, tense as ever. When he can’t find something to do, he settles on meditation, which does nothing to calm the voices and ‘vengeance’ that addles his mind. It does too little for him, his mind always circling back to what could have been. The minute you shift in bed, he snaps out of it quickly, looking back at you with his unreadable gaze. 

Most of the time, if you ask him to lay down with you, he will, as long as he doesn’t have an assignment he needs to be on. For all his sharp edges, he’s quite… dull when it comes to you. Perhaps it’s the many years he’s faced that’s made him lose his luster, or simply his own undoing. Yet, somehow, when you pull him in close, he relaxes ever so slightly. Perhaps not all the way, but it’d take you a couple more years to break down his walls completely. You could sleep for another three hours and he’d at least get time to close his eyes and let his mind rest; something he desperately needs.

⎯ Luocha

While LUOCHA’s “work” has him up quite early, well into the AMs. Of course, with all the traveling he’s done, his sleep schedule varies, and it’s not like he gets to spend as much time as he’d like with you, but you tag along all the same. He could be awake at 3AM system time and you’d be sound asleep until 10AM, and somehow, he’d still look as handsome as ever. You’re starting to feel a little jealous.

Still, he makes time to greet you in the morning. Aside from being a merchant, he is, of course, a healer, and he wants to make sure you're sleeping right. And, perhaps to catch up, if he has been gone for a few days. After all, not only does physical health matter, but mental, as well. A quick little chat, maybe some tender touches, and a hearty meal that he’s brought from the markets is quite enough mental stimulation, yes?

Sometimes, it seems he disagrees, choosing to crawl in bed alongside you, even if you chose to wake up properly. He’ll play with your hair, whisper sweet nothings to you, or simply just stare and smile. He doesn’t get to be affectionate often, either, and often that need for human touch culminates, which leads to those impromptu cuddling sessions in the morning.

⎯ Jiaoqiu

As a healer, JIAOQIU wants to make sure you (and him) maintain a normal, healthy sleep schedule. Unless he’s on an emergency call, he tends to wake up at a mostly normal time, between 8-10 AM. Of course, he wakes you up with him, wanting to start his day off right with your pretty face.

He wakes you up oh so sweetly for a man with such a scheming smile. His fingers glide over your skin, pushing your hair behind your ear, using such a sweet voice, one so sweet that it makes your teeth ache. And when you're finally properly awake, he’s all too excited to rush off to the kitchen, like a giddy child. 

Of course, what’s a morning without Jiaoqiu without some breakfast? When you return from your shower, the kitchen is alive with his cooking, the sounds of sizzling and smells of spices (what else?) a delightful concoction. What is he cooking? Ji dan bing, a fulfilling breakfast. While you are the only person he cuts down the spice for, the food still has enough kick to make you make a face. Of course, his plate smells so spicy that it makes you recoil, which earns a chuckle from the Foxian.

⎯ Moze

Most of the time, MOZE sneaks into your shared bed by the morning, seeing as most of his work is carried out during the night. By the time he’s settled in bed, it’s around the time you wake up. It’s a peaceful sight, really. You’re so used to him scowling or simply not emoting, that when you wake up to his face, tranquil as ever, it makes your heart flutter.

Of course, that does not last. He is up within the first couple of seconds you stare too long, easily woken by any simple rustling. The feeling of someone’s eyes on him means one thing: danger. And he unfortunately hasn’t shaken that habit. However, he has grown used to the fact that it’s you staring at him in the morning hours, and thankfully you are spared a knife to your throat.

He jolts awake with a disgruntled groan, his eyes darting over your features, taking in as much information as he can in his hazy mind state, as if he hadn’t seen your face a thousand times over. Once he is satisfied with the fact that it’s you, he lays back down with a huff, before pulling you down with him. You may have the day to start, but he would like at least a couple more moments in bed with you, he’s stubborn that way.

⎯ Dan Heng

With his days off, DAN HENG tends to enjoy lounging. If not lounging, then reading, and if not reading, then cleaning. But most of the time, since you came back from the Xianzhou Loufu, he’s been sleeping in an awful lot. You're often the first to wake up, or at least, the first to get out of bed.

Most of the time, you sleep in with him, happy to get a couple extra minutes to a couple hours more of sleep. It’s a nice moment of peace and quiet after the amount of missions you two have been on, while March and the Trailblazer updates you on what’s happening wherever they are. Still, sometimes sleeping in gets kind of boring. So while Dan Heng catches on some much needed sleep (and alone time), you busy yourself with cleaning around the express, helping Pom-Pom with certain tasks, and even doing your best to cook up some breakfast.

When you bring your expert attempt at pancakes back to you and Dan Heng’s room, he perks up. He goes from sulking to practically beaming (or what you can consider beaming, you get a soft smile nonetheless), and digs in eagerly. It seems like enough to energize him for a couple of days, pushing away what had happened on the Loufu to the furthest reaches of his mind.

⎯ Gepard

GEPARD does not get much time in the mornings with you or himself. As captain of the guard, he has to be up early, and on call whenever the need arises. While it is very rare that he is called to dispatch an issue in the middle of the night, he is often reluctant to simply leave you in the morning. Of course, he won’t wake you for his own selfish reasons, he just simply wishes he could get more time to enjoy your presence in the morning.

As quietly as he tries to move, somehow he always wakes you up, or perhaps that's what your sleep cycle has gotten used to. Oftentimes, you wake up when he’s taking his shower, his soft humming rising over the sound of water. You know he only does this when he believes he is alone or heard, and every single time, you can’t help but think of it as cute. But you won’t tell him you heard it.

Most of the time you stay up so you can say goodbye to Gepard and tell him to have a good day, while he stumbles over excuses that he doesn’t need. He’s adorable in all his fluster, before he finally collects himself with a deep breath. He promises he’ll see you at the end of the day, and that he’ll bring some dinner home from one of your favorite restaurants.

⎯ Caelus

What adventure with CAELUS drag you on next? That’s a constant question that haunts your mind every time an adventure is done. The most sleep you get is on the Express, in between missions. In the morning’s, he wakes up with such determination, it’s almost impressive. He could have the worst sleep of his life and he wakes up raring to go.

Of course, he does his best not to wake you if you aren’t up. In fact, he’ll do his best to be as quiet as possible, sneaking out of the room, and even tip-toeing down the cabins. Like any little movement will wake his precious partner up. However, sometimes, when he’s feeling a little clingy, he’ll cuddle back in bed and pull you really close, refusing to let go unless you need to do something.

On the occasion you guys are out on a mission, he is the complete opposite. He could wake up well into the noon and groan and complain about not getting enough sleep, even if he slept like a baby. Of course, he wants to get on with his adventures, but at the same time, the hotel’s bed is soooo comfy, and he doesn’t want to leave. Which, he’ll keep you there too until he’s fully awake, spooning you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

⎯ Welt

On his days off, which seems to be most days now, WELT sleeps in only a little. Mornings with him are nothing short of intimate, simply laying there in each others arms, muttering sweet words. Truth be told, he enjoys these quiet moments, even if they push back the work he has to get done around the Express.

Still, no one's complaining, right? The work he has to get done will get done eventually, and he can spare a couple hours for his beloved. He cherishes every stolen second, as the hours tick away, his fingers trailing over your skin, before cupping your face. Framing his entire world in his palm.

However, you can’t stay in bed forever. Unfortunately, you do have to get up, and start your day. Welt won’t leave your side, though. Not if he can help it, at least. You two share a shower together, some more words, of course, and even cook together afterwards. Pom Pom huffs and puffs about not only Welt, but you being late and taking too long, and how the Express is founded on the structure of the schedule. It’s okay, however, because Pom Pom will be thanking you two for your hard work (sweeping the other cabins, cleaning the windows, and vacuuming the carpet) at the end of the day.

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[caelesblues]

across the universe (part 2)

⋆｡°✩ what it’s like to love a member of the astral express, even when you’re universes apart ⋆｡°✩

c.w./t.w. fluff with bits of angst, lowercase intended, intense word vomit, an attempt at comedy at march's part

word count: 2057

characters: march 7th, stelle, caelus

gn!reader, title is inspired by “across the universe” by baek yerin, notes at the end

part 1 (with welt, himeko, dan heng)

10 photos were sent 

2 videos were sent

the date-able lady: looklooklook! this is the new planet we’re stopping by! we finally had some time to just kick back, relax, and finally do some sightseeing! 

seen: 12:22 pm

15 photos were sent

the date-able lady: ugh it’s so pretty here! the food is also really good, we had lots of fun trying out the different cafes they have here! also do the photos look good? i tried some new settings to make the photos really pop!

seen: 12:30 pm

3 videos were sent

the date-able lady: you gotta see some of the shenanigans dan heng and our newest member got into! although it’s kinda concerning how they seem to have an affinity for trashcans….

seen: 12:46 pm

the date-able lady: hey! why are you ignoring me!?

seen: 12:47 pm

annoying person (affectionate): oh sorry i was taking a shit

the date-able lady: what the? so this entire time you were just sitting down on the toilet!?

annoying person (affectionate): yeah pretty much, but i also got sucked into the gaming hypothetical’s video explaining the lore of 6 nights at bobby’s

the date-able lady: …..why are you the way that you are?

annoying person (affectionate): you love it though

the date-able lady: you’re right  (•̀⤙•́ )

annoying person (affectionate): ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

being with someone like march is like going on an adventure without really going on one yourself. surely it would feel that way if your partner was an intergalactic traveler, who liked to constantly share about her journeys with you all the time. her trusty camera and phone will always be there to capture various moments of her adventures with her fellow crewmates, ranging from the mundane to the absolutely wild (the amount of photos you’ve received wherein it was apparent they were in the middle of a mission, it’s astonishing).

video calls were also a common occurrence as well, sometimes as a means for her to play as a virtual tour guide for you or  just catch up with her during downtimes. either way you always look forward to these moments.

you truly appreciate the effort march always puts into making you feel included in her adventures, getting to see even just a glimpse of the vastness of the universe you’ve also longed to see. you’ve even become acquainted with the other members of the astral express, becoming familiar and friendly with all of them to a point they’ve considered you an honorary member of the crew (they also promised that you’re always free to join them if you so choose to partake in trailblazing as well).

and so through your lover you also get to be a part of their missions, be embroiled in the numerous intergalactic gossip, meet new people along the way, and feel as though you’re never really apart.

being with march also meant that there is a comfortable sort of stasis encompassing the relationship. stasis in the sense that no matter how far apart you’ve been from one another in such a long time, the very nature of your relationship, how you interact with one another, and how you’ve come to know each other does not change whatsoever. it is a testament to the strength someone like her possesses, not letting things change between you just because she’s no longer beside you.

it’s evident in the way you still go about your interactions, almost as if you aren’t galaxies apart. the initial insecurity of how such a massive distance will change you both and the relationship was quelled just as easily as it had formed in your mind, with the both of you just as naturally going about everything just like how you both easily fell in love. 

people always warn you that lovers who stay apart from one another are an easy breeding ground for them to become strangers eventually, but it’s not like that with march. there is no room for either of you to become estranged, not with the constant updates, efforts to always include one another in activities, making time for little virtual dates, and never once changing in spite of the distance that people said will break you apart.

and although she may have left your home planet a long time ago already, only making the occasional stops when they can, it’s never felt like she was ever gone in the first place to begin with. 

it isn’t easy being born yesterday, abandoned by your mom, be found by strangers, said strangers then inform you that you have the cancer of all worlds implanted in you, and now you join said strangers to travel across the stars-and oh yeah you’re hailed as the savior of an entire planet, and you’ve become an esteemed personality aboard a starfaring ship. well for most normal people the aforementioned things definitely are not an easy feat to accomplish, and that’s without taking into account that those things aren’t so far apart in the timeline of someone’s life. but stelle isn’t just anyone, if you weren’t paying close attention she’s somewhat of an anomaly but also a bigshot already. 

somehow preternaturally gifted in combat, has a knack for getting into mischief, already finding themselves in world changing events, and being the talk of the town wherever she goes-that’s your stelle for you alright. a lot of people are awed by her, either by her talent in fighting, the ability to say the wrong things at the wrong time, or by just being the gremlin that they are; stelle is never without some admirers (and detractors) along the way. 

being such a hotshot would surely get in someone’s head, no? not her though, no one can really quite grasp what’s going inside their head (except you). always sporting a cool and indifferent look on her always-even when in the midst of imminent danger-stelle is able to keep her composure in check. never letting nary a speck of emotion taint their visage, thus never giving others an insight to what they may think or feel.

it makes them seem like that she’s unbothered by everything that surrounds her, but you most certainly know that that isn’t the case. it’s quite evident to you how much is brewing inside stelle, but can’t really let them out one way or another. with news spreading of how immensely capable stelle is, it’s no surprise that people have sought her out for whatever they need help with. running from one point to another, shouldering other people’s workload, getting caught up in others’ personal affairs; it’s a daunting task for someone who’s already carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“oh! you’re that trailblazer right? can you help me with something?”

“it’s the savior of belobog! just in time, come help us for just a bit”

“is it true that you’ve been helping the seat of the divine foresight with the issue about the ambrosial tree? that means you must know your way around the artisanship commission, correct?”

“trailblazer, over here!”

“honarary member!”

“stelle! do you have a minute?”

“hey youngster, you’re not just gonna stand there let them get away with it!”

“stelle, stelle, stelle, stelle, stelle, stellestellestellestelle-“

“breathe in, breathe out. slow and steady breaths, count to ten then name ten things you can see around you. you’re ok, you’re going to be just fine.” these words are what stelle keeps replaying in her mind, a reminder and comfort from you that has helped her in moments wherein she feels like slipping away.

she wonders how you do it, how you’re able to tell so easily when she’s starting to get bogged down with everything. be it through messages or calls you know when to help her calm down, soothing her frazzled state with gentle reminders and helping her get grounded again. 

in stelle’s eyes you’re basically an aeon, with your supernatural ability to always be a stable presence for her even if you’re both so far away from one another. even if she’s seen as someone who is cool and aloof (even being called a menace), you see pass through those and see someone who is still trying to get their footing in this world, and you’re willing enough to stand by her and be the unchanging pillar she can always rely on.

no matter the immense changes she’s constantly facing, stress she’s undergoing, or the turmoil that finds her, you’re an unfaltering constant in her life that she desperately needs.

wonderkid, the boy from beyond the stars, the savior of belobog, general jing yuan’s esteemed guest, the underworld’s boxing champion.

those are just some of the many nicknames caelus has collected across his adventures, always seeming to pick up some more along the way. he is never short of admirers whenever the astral express stops, people instantly in awe of his innate martial prowess, his rather unique (for a lack of a better term) personality and charm, as well as his admittedly good looks.

they cannot help but stop and marvel at the grey haired man, drawn in by the various situations he always seems to find himself in and the sheer aura of confidence he exudes (not to mention that he has an affinity for…being a gremlin that may or may not dig through dumpsters and wayward packages). 

without a doubt caelus has become some sort of celebrity in the places they go to, with some even saying that his name recognition alone can rival that of super popstar ast rickley. even his haters cannot deny that that man can talk the talk, never one to just brag about things but not deliver.

it’s why even his enemies have decided not to take him head on, unless they really had no choice but engage him in a fight-although it isn’t really a surprise that caelus would come out unscathed each and every time. the boy from beyond the stars truly is out of this world (get it?), shaking up the systems of the places he touches upon.

even as his lover you are not immune to gushing about caelus, taking every opportunity to shower him with praises and affection (also because that boy is so easy to fluster, which is just the cherry on top). i mean how can you not? there is so much to him that just warrants all your attention, from his insane fighting skills to how utterly loveable he is.

don’t get him wrong though, caelus loves the fact that you’re not exactly shy with your love for him, but he also feels like he might just explode from all of your loving (not to mention the teasing he gets constantly from march and sometimes himeko). 

but for caelus that isn’t even the best part of being with you, even as fantastic as it is to constantly be showered with your love, his favorite part of being with you is how he can just be himself. no more is he the savior of belobog, the luofuo’s most important guest, the undisputed boxing champion-he can be just caelus, not some kind of otherworldly being that just sprung up out of nowhere, going on fantastical adventures and building up a reputation across the stars. even if you tease him from time to time about this very fact, he knows that deep down to you he is just your precious caelus, the boy you fell in love with when they happen to stop at your home planet.

with you caelus feels like he doesn’t have to be anything that anyone wants him to be, he just has to be your lover, your best friend, and your biggest supporter. it’s possible for him to just be another guy that’s deeply in love, with his significant other that makes him feel like he can take on the entire galaxy (he can’t but he’s getting there). your love does not require him to do anything for you to see him as something worthy of such affections, no need for him to wow you with anything to receive even just an inkling of your warmth. 

so while caelus will be constantly be collecting new nicknames, continue to outdo himself with each new adventure, and ultimately become some sort of celebrity across the universe, with you he’s just another boy in love.

AAAHHHHH part two is also here now! i can finally put this piece to rest ಥ◡ಥ idk if you can tell but i definitely ran out of juice writing these part, since i was already so tired and brain dead writing everything. likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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anyways how do you guys feel about a fnc fic inspired by love story by taylor swoft

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✭ pairing(s): mydeimos x afab! gn reader

✩ inspo: lots and lots on nine inch nails.

★ summary: mydei is able to make you confess one of your deepest fantasies after you torment him with a scandalous depiction of him.

✧ a/n: mydei got meee soooooo fuckeddddddd upppppppppppp. ENJOYY. this will probably be the only time i write him being (relatively) rough.

🗒 cw: SMUT, gn reader, afab reader, porn with plot, p in v, predator/prey, biting, manhandling, marking, overstimulation, mating press, pronebone, creampie, breeding kink, aftercare, PROOFREAD

✎ wc: 8.9k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Kremnoans were quite the popular choice for a strong, dominant male lead in explicit novels. Given today’s market, and the Okhemans views on Kremnoans, romance has become quite popular these days. Perhaps it was just the circle you had been in online, but it seemed that all the newest books released were of this genre. 

One of these books wasn’t so subtle, depicting a certain someone as the male lead for a book that was just full of… interesting scenarios. You preferred not to oversaturate your shelves with romance books, but when you heard your lover was depicted in this book, you couldn’t help yourself. You bought one right away. The idea of him knowing what part of the populace fantasized about him made you laugh. 

You were sprawled out on the couch, holding the book above you as you read. Mydei, which you had tortured thoroughly with retellings of what the mcs had gotten up to, was sitting across from you in a lounge chair, trying to enjoy the sun. He had his eyes closed, head craned back as the sun casted warm rays from the balcony onto his skin.

“You know, if they knew you enjoyed basking in the sun like a cat, perhaps this book never would have been written,” You chuckle, looking over at him.

All he does is furrow his brows and grunt, not offering you much else to respond to. You sigh and go back to the book, barely halfway into it. You suppose you should have expected just how raunchy it was going to be, but with a sex scene right out of the gate and a poorly disguised breeding kink paired with an author who seemed like they wanted to write omegaverse, but couldn’t quite get behind the idea, no one could fault you for being surprised. The writing was bad, horribly so, but amusing nonetheless. 

On top of that, the author had Mydei horribly wrong. You guess you can’t blame them though, they never had the pleasure of having the man in their bed. They wrote him as more beast than man, all grunts and huffs and occasional obscenities. They got his stamina right, though. Unfortunately, with an immortal lover, especially one forged in war, he had what seemed to be an endless amount of stamina, compared to yours.

Oftentimes, you found yourself tapping out by the third round. He was not cruel, either. He didn’t like to toy with the idea of overstimulating you, because when your moans turned into cries, it always reached his heart specifically. He always pulls away, cuddles you a bit, then draws you a bath. 

The Mydei – which they have called… ‘Frydei’– in this book, however, did not give the main character a chance to tap out. He barely gave her aftercare. He was more of a walking red flag than the content cat in front of you.

To be honest, you couldn't really picture what you were reading. It was… a lot. The story was barely coherent with its sex scenes, even worse with its plot. The most you could make out on this page–

“Oh. He just tore off her lingerie,” You chime, not allowing Mydei a moment's peace.

“That's just redundant.” He responds with a hint of annoyance, finally opening his eyes.

“Right? Who would do that? Aside from–” You snicker, “My– Sorry, Frydei, of course.”

“For the last time, that is not my name.” He growls, finally giving you a reaction as he scowls.

“You're right, it isn't,” You tease, “It's only the protagonist of this book, who is very clearly not you.”

“I am going to take that book away from you, I swear it.” He says with a huff.

“What? Like I'm a child? You won't.” You tease, a fading laugh in your voice.

“I will. You’re acting like one.”

“You can go anywhere else in this house, you know. You wouldn't have to listen to me read it, but here you are. You've stayed here for an hour.”

Mydei falls silent, then opens his mouth after a beat to retort, only to find no words. He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms, closing his eyes once more, the tips of his ears turning red.

“C'mon… have a little fun with me!” You sit up, looking towards Mydei, who seems to feel your stare, as his face begins to turn away. “It's not that bad if you laugh. Enjoy it!”

“Enjoy what? Those odd fantasies that people have of me? I am not that… brutish. Nor sex-crazed.” He says indignantly.

“Okay, I see your point. It is kinda weird when I think about it. But it's also kinda funny…”

“No, it is not.”

“Well, it's kind of no different than me telling you about my fantasies.”

“It is. That author is a stranger. You are my partner.”

“Okay, okay, you're right… but c'mon! Indulge me a little!”

“In… what, exactly? Do not tell me you dream of me doing those things to you.”

“I would never.”

Oh but you have. You so have. You do your best not to show it, but somehow your voice comes off as sarcastic rather than truthful. Which, in turn, leads Mydei to open his eyes once more and look at you, catching your gaze as your face blooms in all sorts of shades of red and pink.

Okay. You love Mydei, and you've really loved the sex with him. The lazy, indulgent sex, where he drags you along his cock, groaning your name while you draw out more moans from him. Even the rougher, more heated nights, when he has you pinned to the wall or bent over. You've always loved his desperation when it comes to you.

“You… are lying,” He gawks, brows furrowing as they always did while he tries to decipher your face. “Do not tell me you really want me to take you in those ways.”

You fluster, giving him a sheepish, awkward smile, before closing the book. No need for a bookmark, anyways. You bought this just to see how badly they butchered Mydei.

“No! Noooo… I really would never…” You brush off, tearing your gaze away from him. “It's not like I'd want you to chase me down like an animal and have your way with me or anything.”

It is like you'd like him to hunt you as his prey.

He calls your name. You fall still.

“Did you buy this book to read about your fantasies with me?” He stands from his chair, and you freak out internally.

“No... I bought it ‘cause it was funny,” At least that part was true.

“I don't believe you. You realize you can just talk to me–”

You clear your throat, then stand up quickly. It's clear this is starting to turn into a serious conversation, the way his words slow and his tone deepens. Just as you turn on your heels though, he grabs your wrist. He knows you all too well. His grip is something you can easily slip from, as to not hurt you.

“– As I was saying. You can just talk to me about any fanta–”

You clear your throat again.

“– sies or things you'd like to try. As long as it doesn't hurt–”

You clear your throat again, and pull your hand free of his grip. He doesn't chase after it, at least, not with his hands. You take one step, and he is behind you, crossing his arms and looking down at you. You really, really, don't want to look back.

“Will you let me finish? Or are you going to keep acting so childish?” 

Yeesh. You'd rather not have to deal with a lecture, but now you're being scolded, too. He is right, however. You understand you're being childish. And while nothing has ever made you feel the need to be embarrassed around Mydei, there was a fantasy of yours that you were too ashamed to talk about. You don't know why, you were sure there were a million other things that were more debauched. And it wasn't like you thought he'd find it disgusting… you think. There was just an odd shame attached to the thought.

Taking notice of the way you relax, he steps back, giving you time to make a quick remark. When you don't, he continues,

“As long as it doesn't hurt you, I am willing to try,” He finally finishes, his own form relaxing. “You shouldn't have to read books about me in… those ways… just to live out a certain fantasy.”

“I swear that I did not get the book for that reason,” You defend yourself, still unable to meet his gaze as you turn around. “It has nothing to do with it... Okay, it sorta has something to do with it. But not in the way you think.”

“Care to tell me?” He raises an eyebrow.

“It’s really embarrassing…”

“Have I done something to make you feel that way about anything?” He takes a step closer to you, voice softening.

“... No…”

A silence falls between you two, as you shrink away from his gaze. He raises an eyebrow once more, and just as he decides to give it up–

“Please don’t make me explain predator and prey to you…”

He lets out a huff of laughter, uncrossing his arms. “That’s what you find embarrassing?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, placing a hand on your shoulder and staring down at you. “Why would I have any qualms with a desire like that?”

The way he looks down at you, piercing eyes heavy lidded, as he crowds you, sends a bolt straight to your core. It honestly catches you off guard. The corner of his lip twitches upwards, gracing you with a scorching smirk that makes your head spin. 

For once, Mydei allows himself to indulge in your stupor. He reaches up and cups your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. That in of itself chases away all your words. You’re too stunned to speak, and find yourself chasing after his hand. He hums in response, his smirk blossoming into a smile. His hand falls from your cheek, down to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat, pressing the heel of his palm against the column of your neck. He doesn’t restrict your breathing, but the action causes you to whine. A sound that pleases Mydei even more. 

You are, in essence, trapped. Even with the amount of space behind you, Mydei’s presence and the way he’s caging you in makes you feel trapped. A wonderful feeling that mingles with a hint of fear, which makes you feel lightheaded. Every single nerve of yours is alight with something close enough to adrenaline, your pulse jumping and skipping beneath his fingers.

“This…” He purrs, leaning closer, closer, even closer… “... is all it takes?”

With a proud smile, he lets go, leaving you momentarily dazed.

“In due time, my love,” He chuckles, clearly taking pleasure from leaving you on the edge. “I’d quite like to indulge in your fantasy. However, this room is not the place for such things. Let me find somewhere more fitting, then we can have our fun.”

You answer him with a feverish nod, watching as he takes his seat back down on the chair. You take notice of the way he readjusts his pants, but make no attempt to point it out. You look away sheepishly, fidgeting with your hands.

“At the very least, please throw away that book,” He breaks the silence, looking over at the book, still in your hands.

“No way! It’s gold, and also, that’s wasteful,” You huff, finally coming back to your senses.

“Please. I’ll get you something better. I’ll get you actual literature.” 

“This is literature! It’s art, actually!”

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Mydei had chosen the Strife Ruins of Castrum Kremnos for your little… escapade. With Nikador gone, the danger there was waning. Not only that, but the gods would not be looking down on such debauched acts, either. There had still been titankin roaming around the area, but he made quick work of them the day before, not wanting to exert himself too hard the day of, nor risk getting you into any danger. 

You had never seen Castrum Kremnos, not even its ruins. What you didn’t expect was the way into your ‘hunting ground’ being a massive chain raised high above the ground. As such, you ended up clinging to Mydei’s bicep, shaking your head fervently.

“You’re more than fine with me hunting you down, but you’re afraid of heights?” He scoffs, looking down at you as you wrap your arms around his, pressing further into him.

“One is something very exciting–” You huff, turning your head up so you wouldn’t look down. “The other could very well lead to death. Scratch that– will. I’m not immortal, Mydei.”

He responds with a hmph, wrenching his arm from your grip, before leaning down and scooping you up into his arms. You are quick to curl up in them, hiding your face in his neck as he starts to walk. You do your best not to think about the  drop beneath you. Mydei’s steps are steady at least, and even if he had teased you earlier, he held you close. Unfortunately, it did little to abate your fear of the drop. The chain does not creak beneath you, the only sound within the ruins is the wind– which only serves to remind you with the height–, and the lightning. 

A minute feels like five, and by the time you two reach solid ground (that isn’t raised several thousand feet above ground, or at the very least, has proper supports beneath it), your knees are weak. When you look behind you, a staircase leads down to the swaying chains that you were just on. The room was quite nice, more well kept than the rest of the ruins you’ve seen. 

“This is where you’ll start,” Mydei places his hand on your head while you catch your breath, trying to still the shaking in your legs. He runs his fingers through your hair, either to calm you or–

You whine. You didn’t mean to, but it escapes your lips nonetheless. Not because of the fading fear, no, the way that Mydei’s hand pets you feel oddly… small…? Well, yes, you were, compared to him. But you feel smaller. Like you could be easily overpowered by him. Which, he also could. He was toying with you. Waiting for you to calm down so you could run. He stared down at you with a beastly glint in his eye, as he shifted on his feet impatiently.

He preens at this noise that escapes you, but doesn’t do much else. He waits for you to make your decision, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers along his muscles. He was too calm. You stare for a second longer, and notice how his breath shook, and chest expanded with each breath of air. He was eager. 

You won’t deny him any longer. Despite your shaky legs, and the rapid thumping of your heart, you start. As the mechanism for the door spins and unlocks, you look back at Mydei. He smiles. You run.

A heat that is almost foreign to you wracks your body. It clings to the muscle beneath your skin, a mix of adrenaline and something more; arousal. You can already feel the heat gathered between your legs, and you haven’t even started the proper chase yet.

The first room you end up in is a total nothing-burger, empty, with no place to hide. You turn to the hallway at the left, met with a staircase that leads to a bigger room. The ruins opened up above you, the dull light of the evernight shining down on you. A chill washes over you, before you continue up the staircase. It’s messy– of course it is, these ruins have been untended for far too long. Next to you lay a pile of rubble that descended from the floor above you, knocked over crates littering the corners with mechanisms. In front of you is a statue of what you assume to be Nikador.

When you step forward and look down the floor beneath you almost seems pristine, save for one or two stone pillars that were shattered. You step away, not wanting to accidentally slip and fall. Opposite of the rubble beside you, there is a door that is just a couple steps away. But, to you, that feels too easy. With a huff, you scramble onto the pile of stone, hopping over to the other side. Taking a couple more steps, you look down a rather tall hallway, which led to… nothing it seemed. Next to you, however, were two stairways. You choose the right stairway instead, the one with a narrow passage through the rubble seeming more promising, as you believed it led up higher.

As you ascend, you realize how quiet it is. You are alone. Possibly. Perhaps Mydei had chosen to forego the head start he told you he’d give you. After all, why should a predator be fair to his prey? That thought alone tears a low ‘haah’ from your throat, making the seat of your underwear wet. You pick up your pace, climbing up to the stairs faster. 

You scramble once you reach the top, looking for some place to hide. Your earlier thought does little to quell the sudden fear of being watched. Even with the empty ruins, and the titankin dead, there is a lingering feeling, something in the back of your mind tells you that this silence is unnatural. Could Nikador possibly still be here? Or was it Mydei? You didn’t know, but the idea made your skin prickle. You end up hiding behind a pillar and some rubble, peering over the rock, watching the door you came from diligently.

You were right. Mydei emerged from the entrance shortly after you took up your position. His footsteps echo throughout the ruins, accompanied by the faint chimes of his jewelry. He was naked. You bite back a shudder as you ogle him from so far away, sinking further down as you do your best to stay calm. Even with how far he is from you, you can still see the vague ridges and lines of his body, accentuated by the evernight. He had left his necklace and armband on, yet had shed the rest of his clothes. You can’t help but wonder why, perhaps he was too impatient? You couldn’t fault him for that, considering how quickly you started to run.

You don’t get to think about it any longer. He begins to look around, and you duck completely behind the pillar and rubble to conceal yourself, curling up against it. You place a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up, just in case you were to shudder or whine. You can hear his footsteps, bare against the tile. By the sound of it, it seems he chooses not to take the route you did, as you hear his steps get fainter, quieter. You peek out just a little, to see where he’s going. He doesn’t go through the door, instead walking through a small path of rubble, towards a different door, almost parallel to the other one. He pauses for a moment, his movements quickly slow, and you duck back away.

It’s so quiet. You tremble a little, closing your eyes. You can hear his breath echo in the space, which soon turns into a grunt of irritation, or anticipation. It’s hard to tell. Then, he continues walking. You push yourself further against the rubble, as if there was a chance he truly could find you there. He keeps walking, walking, walking… you can hear him beneath you as he went further into the ruins, and it terrifies you. Your breath hitches and you press your legs together, either to keep trying to make yourself invisible or ward off the heat between your legs. 

His footsteps continue beneath you. However, they start to fade once more, slowly, slowly, before disappearing all-together. You wait for another minute, curled up tight, until you are sure he’s really gone. Not a single sound rings out in the ruins as you do.

Slowly, you stretch out your legs, peeking out from behind the pillar and looking around. No sign of him below. You look across from you to the other floor and see nothing. Slowly, you stand up. Your legs shake, either from how hard you had just scared yourself, or adrenaline. Most likely both. With one more sweep across what you could see, you confirm he has left the room. Carefully, you make your way to the stairs, doing your best to stay silent. Your own footsteps echo all around you, even as you try to tip-toe your way down. You keep your hand latched over your mouth to muffle the sounds of your breathing.

You trace back what path you assumed he had taken, following the side of the stairs and rounding a corner. There had been a doorway just underneath the platform you were hiding on, which you hadn’t noticed. You step closer, heart beating faster. He must’ve taken this way down. Slowly, you lean forward, swaying gently, trying to see if he was simply hiding behind a corner.

Above you, you hear a ‘hmph’. Fear shoots up your spine and wracks your nerves, as you jerk your head up. 

Mydei stands proud, staring down at you with a smirk. His arms crossed, as if he’s waiting for you to do something. Your stomach flip-flops as you stare up for another moment, before you finally choose to run. The minute you so much as flinch, you hear him turn around towards the stairway and run. This makes you yelp, his footsteps much heavier and faster. Fast. Titans, he’s fast. Faster than you.

Your legs burn as you muster all your strength to run. You make a dash for the door you saw earlier, and it opens just barely, causing you to hit your shoulder on the way out. You wince and cry out, but you don’t stop. You can hear his footsteps falter behind you at this, but soon pick up all too quickly. 

Looking to your left, there is a rather large door that seems all too heavy to open, especially with this man so close behind. As you make your decision to run to the right, he lunges for you. As his arms reach out to catch you, you duck, and push with all your might, scrambling, but ultimately dodging him. It burns. You let out a sharp breath, barely pushing yourself up the stairs. You can hear him grunt behind you, clearly dissatisfied. You stumble for a second, the heat in your core throwing you off as you hear his borderline beastly breathing, but you don’t dwell on it, scrambling left and running up another set of stairs, and another. Unfamiliar with your surroundings, you have unintentionally cornered yourself. Only Mydeimos knows this. He is quite pleased with the route you’ve taken. You keep running further and further, the light from the moonlight above getting dimmer and dimmer as your legs begin to shake more and more, there's no chance anymore if he gets close again. You can only hear the sound of your own heartbeat and breathing as you step closer to whatever fate you've paved for yourself. And now, you realize you can no longer even hear him, not his footsteps, his breathing, not a single thing. The way you run so frantically only makes him harder, the head of his cock flushed a deep red, a pearl of precum forming, then clinging to his skin and dribbling down his shaft. He knows this hunt will be over soon enough. His breathing only gets heavier, a slight rasp in the back of his throat as he watches you. It has been far too long since he’s been this excited, desperate even. 

With your heart pounding loudly in your ears, the only sound that rivals it now is your harsh breathing. You didn’t take notice of the way Mydei had slowed to a walk behind you and kept running. There was no time to think about the circular platform with the most redundant stairs you’ve seen, ones that circle around the platform and down, instead of leading straight down into the floor beneath it. You almost throw yourself off of the platform. You quickly duck, feeling as if Mydei would catch you, pushing yourself to the set of stairs. Taking two steps at a time, your mind finally catches up to where you are.

In front of you, a bridge to what is most likely the arena spans before you. The air is only slightly warm, as the air blows past, the heat rising from the magma beneath you, also flowing through the Kremnoan crest at the head of the stands. There’s not much more to think about, only one word following up as you begin to move. Run. You must run.

You continue on, despite the pain blossoming beneath your arm, the searing warmth tearing at your muscles, or even the way each breath feels as if you are drawing in ash into your lungs. You find yourself in the middle of the grand arena, the flames in the braziers still burning bright, the stands towering up behind them. You take another left, towards another heavy looking door. It doesn’t matter to you at this point, your body and mind both tell you to get away.

You scramble over the rock and rubble, pushing into the door to open it. The door clatters, but doesn’t budge. You push again and all it results in is a clank of the door hitting what you assume is rubble behind it. You whine as you try one more time, to no avail.

Behind you, a deep laugh rings out. You spin around quickly, met with your one and only. The faint light of the evernight, paired with the glow of the magma and fire casts a near ethereal glow on his figure. He opens his arm, a devilish smile gracing his lips as he walks towards you, his hair swaying with the wind, normally so kept, now disheveled, messy. The fear goes straight to your core, as you let out a wanton whimper and push against the door with desperation, even if you understood it wouldn’t open.

Mydei closes in, slowly. You take notice of the way his tattoos glow, something that makes you press your legs together. Closer, closer, closer he comes, and you find yourself frozen. All that running took so much out of you. You press against the door and crumple, a pitiful whimper escaping you and carrying across the wind. You watch as his cock twitches, each step closer making him seem more feral. He loved seeing you this way, loved the way you trembled, and most of all, adored the little whine that escaped your lips.

No longer able to take the suspense he was creating, he rushes up to you. You’re not even capable of registering what’s going on, before he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp as he begins to haul you back to the center of the arena, but you’re so tired that you can’t even feign an attempt at escape. The most you can do is mewl.

You give up, pliant in his arms. Eventually, he sets you down in the middle of the arena. The ground is cold, despite the lava flowing beneath the platform. He hovers over you for just a moment as if taking in his catch. Then, he hooks his thighs under your knees, locking your legs against his, propping himself up with his hands by your shoulders. He’s warm. So warm. It’s nice, if not dizzying. 

He wastes no time, tugging the hem of your shirt up impatiently. He only seems to get warmer as your shirt is thrown off, discarded somewhere amidst the decorated arena. Just as eagerly, he pulls at your pants. Given the position, it’s a bit awkward, yet he struggles to pull back enough to pull them off. You do your best to wiggle your pants and underwear off as he pulls away, the minute the cloth drops, he’s back between your legs.

His cock slots between your pussy lips, causing you to let out a wanton moan. You are already so wet that it’s pathetic, it makes it easier for him to slowly drag his cock against your folds. He shudders above you, eyebrows knit together as his moan turns into a growl. His precum smears against your pussy, tip notching on your clit.

Leaning down, his lip meets yours, giving you no movement to protest as he cages you in with his body, and his lips. His tongue pushes past your lips when you moan, licking into your mouth lewdly. Your tongue presses against his, but doesn’t fight it, allowing him to have his way. He takes and takes, until you are a second short of gasping for air. He pulls back with a pant, a string of spittle keeping the two of you connected for just a moment, before it breaks, dribbling down your chin. You shouldn’t waste this, he decides, so he leans down and licks up from your chin, to your lips, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips.

You mewl and write beneath him, but in truth, his kiss warms you. You find yourself seeking out his warmth. He rewards you with grinding his cock against your pussy once more, making you moan into his ear. He can’t stand it anymore. His prey is so pretty beneath him, pathetic and tuckered out and in desperate need of satiation. He is hungry.

He pulls away further from you, causing you to whine in turn. He pulls his hips back as well, but doesn’t leave you yet. Instead, he pushes the tip of his cock into your heat. Your whine turns into a hot moan, head falling back against the stone floor.

Mydei’s big. A man of his stature is bound to be packing. You’ve gotten used to it, over time. Still, it’s a stretch. He pushes another inch in you and you arch your back, reaching up, your hands find purchase in his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin, causing him to grunt and begin to rut into you, bullying his cock further into you. Pinned beneath him, his strong legs and arms caging you in, all you can find the strength to do is moan. 

He leans back down, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your cunt clamps around his cock and he groans, but does not let go of your flesh. It burns. It's a sharp pain that settles beneath your muscle and makes you feel dizzy. You lean your head against his and moan directly into his ear, toes curling and nails pushing even deeper into his skin as he finally hilts himself inside you.

He stops there for a moment, breathing– panting, chest heaving like just the act of shoving his cock into your cunt took so much out of him. His tattoos cast a warm, faint glow onto your body. You take it in, a rich, almost obscene beauty. He wasn’t exhausted, far from it. So perhaps he, too, had stopped to appreciate the view…?

Just as you look up to gauge his reaction, you feel a sudden burst of energy. As he pulls away from the bite, that little voice in the back of your head starts telling you to run once more, and adrenaline shoots through your veins. You writhe underneath him, hand pushing at his shoulders frantically. He growls, and instead, you start to push at his face. When his teeth part from your skin, you feel a brief moment of freedom. With a gasp of exhilaration, you feel his legs let up. You push away, pulling your knees into your chest and pushing at his side with the ball of your heel.

Mydei has had enough. With a growl, he grabs your thighs, now resting on his knees. He pushes them up, practically bending you in half. You whimper as his hands trail up to your knee, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin. With this, his cock drives deeper into you, stealing your breath away, causing you to gasp and finally, yield beneath him.

It seems he’s feeling merciful– or perhaps the opposite, you can’t tell which–, because he stops. Completely. He stares down at you, his golden gaze only serving to stoke the flame that began beneath your stomach. You meet his gaze, and feel smaller. You shrink away (or, as much as you can in that position), before looking anywhere but his face. Your eyes land on the sight between your legs, his cock buried within your pussy, an image of sweet– if not lewd– joining. The way his hips were pressed up against yours, the glow of his tattoos, and the fact that you could just barely see the base of his cock from between your legs. 

Your body reacts before you can, heat clutching him, as if trying to suck him in impossibly further. You want to call his name, but all that escapes your lips is a breathy, low moan. Mydei pulls back teasingly slow, as if he was enjoying the feel of your walls, every groove and contour. This movement alone already had you panting, though, that could also be chalked up to your earlier struggle. Regardless, just before he pulls the tip out, his hips cant forward, as slowly as before.

You don’t get to complain, the man finally leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. Then, he begins to thrust, forcing you to open your mouth to moan. He takes what he wants then, lapping into your mouth fervently, drinking down every single one of your moans, gasps, and whines. He does this until you are one second short of breath, before finally tearing away. You both pant, breath mingling as he continues to fuck into you. 

You close your eyes and use the back of your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your little breathy moans. You don’t get to for long though, because the minute he hears anything less than the desperate way you were moaning earlier, he reaches down and pulls your hand away by the wrist. When you try to cover your mouth with the other hand, he grunts, brings your legs up to his shoulders, grabs both wrists, and pins them down to the ground above you.

Your hands clench as you try to wrench them free, but his grip only tightens. You whine and huff, as his pace starts to pick up, pounding into you with much more force, as if he were just opening you up earlier. It’s hot. You feel so hot, dizzy, and wonderful. Each thrust pushes you further and further away from lucidity. You give up on trying to pull your hands free, instead, you keen as the tip of his cock bullies your g-spot, over and over again.

Perhaps it is the position, or your previous exertion, your body is so tired yet so pliant, but you feel the flame beneath your stomach burn incessantly warmer. Your breathing comes out much more ragged as you pant, biting your lip and trying so desperately to will your orgasm away. Mydei doesn’t let you, of course. So well attuned to your body, he understood that the moment your pussy had squeezed him so tightly, as if to keep him there, that you were so damn close. At this, he drives into you just a tad bit faster, which, in turn, makes it achingly hard to hold back. You roll your head back once more, eyes shut tight as your toes curl and you arch your back. His hands find yours just at your peak, the tight little knot finally snapping as euphoria washes over you.

Your thighs twitch and tense, stomach fluttering with your breathing as you let yourself go around Mydei’s cock. Your head feels hazy, a tingling sensation wracks your body. You don’t get time to relish in the feeling, the constant rutting of Mydei’s dick against your core quickly brings you back down, causing you to wriggle underneath him once more. He squeezes your wrists, and you fall still, but that doesn’t stop the way your own hips start to grind. The movement isn’t necessarily the greatest given the way he was holding you. But, it makes him groan above you all the same.

He doesn’t let up. His thrusts only get more forceful, his breathing heavy and labored. His fingers flex, nails digging into your knuckles. You squeeze back out of instinct, something to help ground you– which, in this case, it did fuck all, considering he was doing his absolute best to fuck you dumb; and, it was working.

Despite his increased fervor and desperate pace, he still seemed to enjoy taking his sweet time torturing you. He leans down once more, hot breath fanning over your skin. You feel goosebumps prickle up at the contact, before his tongue laps over his previous mark. A strained ‘haah..’ leaves your mouth, earning you what you assumed to be a chuckle in return.

Your head swims as he continues his feverish pace, and it is not long before he manages to pull another orgasm from you. Your heat clutches around him as you keen, and he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he continues to rut into you through your orgasm. The hazy, heavenly feeling that washed over you was given an edge, a strong hand bringing you straight back down from the clouds of euphoria. Every thrust doesn’t hurt, at least, not yet, but your legs and bottom start to feel numb.

Mydei knew he had tired you out, long before he had even caught you. Even with that measly burst of energy you had shown him earlier, he understood that you had expended most, if not, all of your energy. Given the fact that you were already two orgasms in as well, you must be overstimulated. 

With great effort (and restraint), Mydei pulls out. You only register this when he lets go of your hands, but before you can mewl or whimper, he grabs your hips, flipping you over. Taken by surprise, you land on your forearms and knees rather harshly. You don’t get a chance to protest– not that you could, words had left you long ago–, before he pushes his cock back inside your cunt. It makes you gasp, inadvertently pushing back and grinding against him. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip, nails leaving little crescent-shaped dimples in the skin. His other arm props himself up by your head.

He holds still for a moment, savoring the way you still clamp around him, even with how exhausted you are. Overstimulated and still wanting… oh how lovely you were for him. He rewards you with a low moan, the effect that you have on him makes his own head swim. If this were any other circumstance, he’d believe he was pathetic for how quickly he wanted to come in this position.

Doing his best to gather himself, he starts to thrust again, his breathy groans turning into grunts as he starts to chase his own high. He leans back down, his body shadowing over you, reminding you of just how weak you are. You tremble as he leans his head down, suppressing a whine as he begins to lick at the skin on the back of your neck. You, unable to hold back the sound bubbling in your throat, let out a strangled moan. The warmth of his tongue and the agonizing closeness of his teeth paired with the growing numbness crawling up through your legs makes you want to break.

Mydei does before you, teeth sinking into your neck as his breathing becomes rapid. The warmth that floods your cunt feels almost unbearable in a sinful way. You want to push up against him and milk him for what he’s worth, at the same time you just want to collapse and let him have his way. You are so exhausted, yet so insatiable. You got what you wanted, right? You were chased, caught, fucked, and filled. And you’ve never felt better. Your thoughts are barely coherent, the most lucid string of words you can form in your head is that you're good. Once he’s spent, his mouth leaves your skin. But he doesn’t stop entirely.

His thrusts start to become more sloppy, hand falling from your hip to join his other one up by your head. You kept your ass up and pressed against him obediently, even as your thighs shook. You felt caged. Trapped. You were trapped. You were his prey and you were properly caught. His strong arms above you, his body above you. It made you impossibly hot, causing you to squeeze his cock. Above you, he groans, before his hips stop.

You don't ask why, prey shouldn't ask why.You don’t need to, either. Predators shouldn't toy with their prey. His hips are flush against your ass, chest heaving, jewelry dangling just within hands reach. But he isn't done, no, Mydeimos is never done. He hasn't had his fill.

His hot breath ghosts across the back of your neck. You bite your lip, a new wave of fear and danger washing over you. Every nerve screams at you to pull away, run, but you don't. You're good. You're good prey. After all, you've been caught.

His teeth meet your flesh once more, this time sinking deeper, making sure that mark on the back of your neck stays fresh. It feels as if the skin is about to break, his breath and saliva seeping onto your heated flesh. You shiver, and whine, pressing your ass further against him. He doesn't move. He stays there for a while, staking his claim. Your stomach flutters with every harsh breath you take, cunt clamping around him in turn.

You whine again, fingers digging into the cold ground beneath you. Only then does he pull away. You feel your skin stick to his teeth for a moment, little lines of spittle connecting his teeth to your warm flesh as he pulls away. The air quickly cools his saliva over, causing another shiver to wrack your body.

There is no time to think about this bite, he allows you no time. With sharp, harsh, half-thrusts, he begins fucking back into you. He barely pulls his cock out a centimeter and he's rutting back into you, every pass earning a grunt from him. You can see the veins in his arms tense with every thrust, his fingers flexing with every moan. The sound of his necklace jangling with every push.

Within the empty ruins, the obscene harmony of skin against skin echoes through the bones of what once was. Each thrust has you retreating into your hands, pushing your face further into the ground. Mydei does not help keep you up this time. When your legs give out, thighs painted with dried arousal and cum, his previous release dripping slowly from your folds, to your clit, onto the stone floor, he only fucks back into you. 

Body pressed flat against the floor, he adjusts himself so he's holding himself up by his forearms, strong arms blocking out the little light that remained in the ruins. His chest now pressed flush against your back, you can feel every ridge, every muscle, and how they tense and twitch as he continues to drive into you. His grunts turn into half-moans, and he finally, finally looks down at you.

His mouth is agape, drool lining the bottom of his lip, like he was just as hungry as you were. His eyebrows knit together, eyes holding a ferocity you have not even seen in battle. It makes you whimper. He smiles. It is a predatory grin, one that shows off his teeth, a clear sign of intimation. It works. You shrink further into the safety of your hands (and his arms), panting heavily, looking up at him and batting your teary lashes, as if to beg him for mercy.

The mercy you get is not from him. Your body, under the pressure it's been subjected to, refuses to give you warning signs anymore. Your toes curl and your belly tenses as you arch your back, coming weakly on his cock. You whine and mewl, closing your eyes and craning your neck. The sight of your throat beared to Mydei is pure torture for him. From this angle, he cannot reach it. It causes him to jerk his hips, pushing impossibly further into you.

You pant heavily, laying your head on your arms. You whine pathetically and shudder under his gaze. Unfortunately, this Mydeimos isn't feeling as tender as he normally would. He hasn't had his fill. And you, you are so good, you will allow him to take what he wants. Until he was sated. 

With a particularly hard thrust, Mydei jostles your body, causing you to pull away from your hands. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze as he drives into you. You can’t help the pathetic little moans that fall from your lips, accompanied by the desperate groans that come from Mydei’s throat as he chases his high once more. 

He, too, seems to have lost all coherent thought. His barely restrained hesitance from earlier washes away, replaced by an almost reckless need to finish. It’s almost primal, and if he were in his right mind, he’d be embarrassed with how easily he fell into that ‘predator’ mindset. But, he isn’t, and as of now, he holds no shame as he ruts into you like an animal, head heavy as he soaks in all the little pathetic noises you make underneath him. The way your cunt clamps around him, overstimulated but oh so desperate, it’s enough to make him cum embarrassingly early. A lucid part of his mind wants so badly to lean in and kiss you and lick into your mouth and take all he wants as he crests, but instead, he pushes himself back up, once more caging you in with your arms, but leaving you with space between your bodies.

You whimper, already missing that closeness– so close, so goddamn close, his entire weight keeping you down–, but his mind barely registers this. His ears fill with static (or perhaps, he is willingly ignoring all your little pleas), and he finds coherency and perhaps even humanity slipping away from him. All that remains in his mind is the need to orgasm. He looks down, and– ah, the sight of the mark that brandishes your skin, where he sank his teeth, goes straight to his balls. His thrusts stumble once more, the most pathetic sound you have ever heard from him spilling from his lips. It means you’re his, all his, only his. His, his, his. Perhaps he, too, would like you to mark him in the same way.

A thought that is quickly chased away. He hasn’t even noticed that he’s managed to pull a fourth orgasm from you by now. No, he is close. So goddamn close. Every thrust of his is like sparks, filling you with a sharp, but heady pleasure, bordering on pain. You feel your mind blank as he pushes his hips flush against your ass, a strangled grunt filling the air. Barely moments later you feel warmth flood your pussy once more. You can feel his thighs tremble slightly as he cums, hips jerking weakly with every wave. 

Once Mydei was finished, he practically collapses on top of you. His warmth was missed. His chest heaves as his arms wrap around you, scaring away the chill of the stone floor seeping into your skin. He nuzzles into your neck, lapping at the skin as… an apology, maybe? You can’t quite tell, your own mind is a jumbled mess. 

He pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock against your walls making your own thighs shake for a second, mewling softly. You can feel his release ooze out of you a moment later, a strange sense of fulfillment and contentment washing over you as you find yourself basking in the aftermath. Both of you sated and tired, now absorbing the deafening silence of the ruins.

Mydei only pulls you closer, huffing against your skin. He doesn’t pull back for a long time. His weight grounds you, allowing you to collect yourself, even in your debauched state. Even as his breathing evens out, he doesn’t pull away, eyes closing as his hands smooth down your arms, and you can feel a smile grace his lips. Only then does he pull away, looking down at you with a soft smile and blush; a rare sight that causes warmth to bloom in your chest.

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The water in the baths is quite soothing for your muscles, now aching and protesting against the… ‘physical activity’ you two had gotten up to just barely an hour before. Mydei sat next to you, arm wrapped around your shoulders. He leans back, staring down at you as you soak, eyes closed. His gaze breaks from the back of your head every now and then, trailing down to the mark he had left you. He does his best not to reach out and trace it, worrying that it might be tender. You moved so stiffly when you two came back, and now he can’t help but feel a bit of remorse. But you were quite happy.

“Hmm,” He hums above you, instead choosing to place his hand on your shoulder and squeeze lightly.

You open your eyes and look up at him, leaning further into his touch. His eyes meet yours, incredibly soft. Despite the man that took you so thoroughly earlier, his kindness does not escape you. You’ve always quite enjoyed this side of him, even if he was still stubborn. Reaching up, you cup his cheek, and he leans down obediently. Your lips meet his, the kiss is sickeningly sweet and tender. His lips are still slightly chapped, yet oh so warm. This warmth travels through you once more, making you feel dizzy. You can only pull back with a giggle, but he follows your lips to steal one more fleeting kiss.

Satisfied that he’s stolen a couple kisses and reassured himself that you were okay, the stands up from the bath with a grunt. You watch him walk away, making his way to the kitchen. But, he stops just before he disappears from your view, before he sighs heavily.

“I thought I asked you to throw this away,” He crosses his arms and comes back into view, holding up a book. That book.

“Awh, c’mon, I told you it’s art,” You shrug, trying to brush it off. Like hell you were going to throw it away.

“It is not. It’s abhorrent, really. I’m going to throw it away for you.” With that, he turned on his heels. You fluster, before pushing yourself up and out of the bath and scrambling towards him, not caring about the wet trail you leave.

You wrap your arms around his back, understanding you won’t be able to pry the book from his hands, but you could at least slow him down.

“Enough. You really shouldn’t be attached to this book. I’m right here.” He grunts, but makes no effort to shrug you off.

“You are. But the book is kinda good now that I think about it,” It really, really isn’t. But, to you, it was still funny. “You and the male lead have so much in common–”

“– No. We do not.” He growls, looking back at you.

“Well when I think about what we did…”

“That’s because you asked for it. I was simply indulging in your desires.”

“But… you were rough–”

“– Were. I am not rough normally, you know this,” He finally pushes you off.

“Okay, you’re right,” You sigh dramatically and step back, crossing your arms like a petulant child. “When it comes down to it though, you were kinda like how you were in the book.”

“It is not me in this book.”

“Right. What I mean is you were kinda like Frydei–”

“I am not. You told me what you wanted and I followed through, did I not?”

You deflate a little, finally accepting the book's fate. It was only a matter of time, truly. Plus, it's not like you couldn’t just read it online. Not that you were reading it for fun. To have the book physically, though… Well, it made you happy. Not because of the contents, but the fact that it made Mydei squirm made you laugh. You loved him, yes, but sometimes it was entertaining.

Now, however, he stands before you, grabbing the book by both sides. You cringe as he rips the book in half. No book– even one as awful as that– should suffer such a fate.

“Now,” He huffs, making his way out of the bedroom. “I’m going to buy you something actually worth reading.”

“Ah! But–” You finally snap out of your daze, following after him.

“Not ‘but’s. Seems I need to show you what true literature is. Or, as you called it, art.”

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hear me out…s/o waking up BEN,Toby,EJ,Hoodie,and Clockwork with head(they’ve given s/o permission to do it obv) if your not comfortable with writing that then I totally understand tho

🗒 ❛ Waking Them Up With Head ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Clockwork

#Notes: yall a bunch of perverts (← foaming at the mouth at this ask)

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

He's a very light sleeper, so he probably wakes up when you shuffle around the bed but still pretends to be asleep. When he feels you pulling his pants down, he can barely contain himself with the amount of excitement that came rushing in. Really? You're gonna do that? And he didn't even have to beg? Pretends to wake up when you take his shaft into your mouth, his hand immediately going to your hair and his back arching as he moans softly. Best morning ever.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

Takes him a second to notice what's going on, he moans before he even realizes it. When he gets his bearings, he's completely red in the face. He tries to ask what you're doing or why, but the only sound coming out of his mouth are whimpers. He squirms a lot, his moans a bit deeper due to his morning voice as he tries not to thrust his hips upwards into your mouth. Wasn't expecting it, but he's not complaining.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

Jack's a bit of a heavy sleeper, so it takes a little while for him to wake up. He immediately growls once he gains consciousness, both his hands grabbing at your hair to help set the pace, his head thrown back as he keeps groaning in pleasure. Doesn't take him long to just pull you off of him and throw you on the bed, ripping your clothes off. You chose the wrong demon to play these games with cause it completely backfires.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

This cocky asshole acts like it's no big deal. Wakes up as soon as you start going down on him and immediately thrusts his hips up, grabbing your head to keep you in place as he facefucks you, all the while looking down at you with this cocky grin on his face. Another one you can't pull a stunt like this with cause it backfires and it backfires badly.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Clockwork

One of the only moments she's completely submissive. As soon as you take her into your mouth she's moaning and whimpering while grabbing the sheets like her life depends on it, begging you to keep going cause it feels good, completely intoxicated by drowsiness. Will be super embarrassed after it's done and says that you'll pay for that later, and trust me, revenge is a bitch.