#((ooc: I know this is several days late but I hope you know that when I first saw this ask I almost pissed myself laughing))

[hatchetsfield-arch]

hey guys i told someone on the phone that i hope they have a great weekend…are u proud of me 🥺👉👈

[clockworkcogwheels-tbd]

croissant! in your timecraft, i have shat. sorry, i am. on cosmos gear, it got

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SHARTED ON MY PET??????

[pomefioredove]

My brain is kinda sluggish plus I'm indecisive but also i did like several of these (also if i need to divide up this post let me know)

I have no clue which i like best so i simply made a list but let me know if i need to chunk it up

For Riddle Rosehearts

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." Or "I'm putting you on my to-do list."

For Vil Schoenheit

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

For Ruggie

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

vil done here!

summary: "if you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." type of post: short fic characters: riddle additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, maybe ooc, post book 1

You think it's a pretty pathetic sight, but you make no mention of it. Their egos are bruised enough as it is.

"How long?" you ask, sitting across from the shackled duo.

Ace knocks against the solid collar around his neck. "Not long... But we can't present like this,"

You were hoping he wouldn't say that.

And just a day after you told them not to do anything stupid this week, too...

Deuce says nothing; he's been sulking at the end of the table like a puppy with its tail between its legs for the entire lunch period.

"Have you tried reasoning?" you ask. "Maybe he can take them off for the presentation, then put them back on?"

Ace scoffs. "Reason? With Riddle?"

"I thought he was trying to be more lenient?"

"He is," Deuce mutters, hanging his head. "But that just means he only dishes out punishments when someone really deserves it..."

"It was just a stupid painting!" Ace says.

"That we set on fire!"

You look between the two as they bicker over the accident, bewildered by their lack of concern about where this puts you.

Ace and Deuce were supposed to perform the magical component of your defense project, while you and Grim presented. Now...?

You stand. "I'll talk to Riddle,"

Your friends share a pitiful look, but do nothing to stop you as you hurry out of the room.

Surely, Riddle will understand. He wouldn't let you suffer from Ace and Deuce's mistake!

"No," he says.

"But-"

Riddle beheads the wilting flower of a rose with a sharp snap of his shears. It tumbles into the underbrush.

"They destroyed a priceless piece of art. It was hundreds of years old!" he snaps, leaving no room for disagreement. "They should be thankful it's only a week."

He moves on to the next browning rose, inspecting its petals before decapitating it, too.

"But I didn't do anything. I told them not to do anything dumb, I tried to reason with them,"

"Reason? With Ace and Deuce?" he scoffs.

"I would recommend asking for an extension on your assignment until they've carried out their sentence,"

It's too late to ask for another week; he must know that. And you're not giving up so easily.

There must be something you can say...

"But it was an accident,"

Riddle scoffs. "Of course it was. And the rules clearly state that accidental arson of a painting more than three hundred years old must be punished by losing their heads,"

Rules. Great. This is quickly becoming a lost cause.

"There has to be some other way they can be punished," you say. "You said you weren't going to lose your head about these things anymore."

He sighs, rolling his eyes as if frustrated with you. "The rules-"

"Come on, Riddle- If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun!"

Riddle stops. For a moment, it's almost like... he's actually considering your offer.

"...What exactly did you have in mind?"

-

"This is what you call a compromise?!"

Ace's head of fiery hair pops up, the color a striking contrast against the green of the hedge maze.

You shrug. Riddle, sitting across from you as you watch the two tend to the shrubbery, almost giggles.

"The Prefect has been more than fair. If anything, you should be thanking them for the opportunity to end your punishment early," he says, pouring you another cup of tea.

Ace grumbles, scratching his neck under his collar.

Deuce nudges him, and the two get back to work on trimming the hedges, a puny pair of shears in each hand.

Riddle smiles. "I must say, I'm rather impressed by your persuasion skills. It's not often that I change the terms of a punishment after it's dealt,"

"Well, I didn't want to fail on their account,"

"I heard that!" Ace yells. Riddle grins again.

"Perhaps your ingenuity will inspire them, then," he hums, cupping his tea in his palms.

"In the meantime, I believe another tea party is in order for tomorrow afternoon- they have a lot of ground to cover. Care to join?"

[dragonhybrid456]

CAN YOU WRITE KIETH OR LANCE X MALE READER

OR, OR, OR VOLTRON X READER HEADCANONS!! DATING OR CRUSHES OR COURTING IDC BUT USE GENDER NEUTRAL READER SO EVERYONE CAN READ IT ☺️

PLEASE

I went with the dating headcannons, hope you like them :)

Warning!! I have not finished Voltron completely yet, but I do know bits and pieces so this might be a bit ooc

Voltron dating headcannons (GN reader)

Keith:

* I like to think that his love language is acts of service

* He’s very new to the whole “dating” thing and isn’t really good with his words so he relies on doing things for you

* Need help training? He’s got you. Stressed out? He’s not the best at it, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try and help his lover

* I don’t see Keith as the type of guy to use a lot of pet names

* Like dont get me wrong, I love pet names, but I personally can’t see Keith using them

* As tough and mean he is to others, you see a softer side of him

* Not in a “he’s really a big baby on the inside” crap

* More of a “he feels more calm and relaxed around you”

* After a stressful mission, he will definitely enter your room without a word and just flop either next to you or on top of you

* No words would be expressed, all he needs is some quiet and you to decompress

* In no way would he EVER let you get hurt

* This man will protect you with his life

* He can’t stand the thought of losing you, it kills him just thinking about the “what if” situations

* Not a big social person, but if you are then I think he will at least tag along for the ride

* Keith definitely worries that he’s not the “best” or “ideal” boyfriend for you

* He’s part Galra, he’s mean, he’s abrasive, he’s stubborn, what could you possibly see in him?????

* He needs a reminder now and then that he’s enough for you and that you love him

* You’ll sometimes find him late at night in the training room if he’s had a tough day

* You’ll have to physically drag him into bed and hold him down for him to sleep

Lance:

* Oh boy, he’s not called “lover boy” for no reason

* Absolutely loves to compliment you every single day

* Calls you stuff like, “mi amor” and “my girl/boy/partner”

* He likes to show you off and talks about you a lot

* Honestly the rest of the team is a little sick of it but they are also happy that he found someone like you

* Takes you on joy ride in his lion when he has some downtime

* He gets an earful from Allura

* His love language is definitely physical affection

* He loves holding your hands, your hugs, kissing you any chance he gets, and cuddling you

* Thinks he’s the big spoon but is really the little spoon most of the time

* When he gets homesick, he likes to be around you and talk to you to distract himself

* But some nights he’s crying in your arms, missing home, missing his family, and not knowing if or when he gets to see them again

* He likes to tell you stories from when he was little, what his family is like, and stories from his time at the garrison

* Will complain to you about how Keith annoyed him this time

* Overall, definitely a great lover

Shiro:

* Shiro is definitely more experienced with love than the other two

* He calls you stuff like “darling” “sweetheart” and other cute older pet names

* His love languages are quality time and acts of service

* I like to think that with all the excitement and craziness that comes with being apart of Voltron that he likes to just spend time with his lover and relax

* You two don’t even have to be doing something together

* He could be reading while your in the same room doing something completely different and he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he’s around you after such a stressful day

* Has severe PTSD and get nightmares almost every night

* He’s used to dealing with it alone but once you enter the picture he’s gonna have to get used to you waking up with him to comfort him

* Always tells you to go back to sleep and that “it’s nothing” but you know better than that

* He also has some self esteem issues about his metal arm, being disgusted by it some days and wanting nothing more than for it to disappear

* Please comfort him, space dad needs some love 🥺

* Likes to listen to you talk, your voice grounding him to reality and comforting him in times of need

* Like Keith, he is also protective of you

* After Adams death, he can’t help but have nightmares of you meeting the same fate

* Sometimes he becomes so paranoid about it that you have fights about missions you are sent on

* He knows you can take care of yourself, he trained you after all, but that won’t ease his nerves and memories about Adam

Hunk

* MY FAVORITE BOY 😍😍😍

* He’s so sweet to you, you don’t understand!

* He likes to call you “baby” “baking partner” or just a shorten version of your name if you have one

* His love languages is definitely gift giving and physical affection

* He loves cooking and baking new recipes for you to try and give him feedback

* With physical affection, he’s gonna be a bit nervous in the beginning about it, having never been in a relationship before, but he slowly starts to get more into it

* Hand holding, cuddling, hugging, there all his favorite ways to say he loves you

* He definitely one of the more nervous one when it comes to you fighting along side Voltron

* Hunk himself is more of a pacifist and is therefore already a little uneasy about even HIMSELF fighting

* So for you, his lover, to be put in the front lines with them has him very uneasy and nervous

* He just loves you so much he would never forgive himself if something happened to you 🥺

* He is always there if you have something on your mind that’s bothering you

* Whether it’s something small or large, he will always listen to you

* And vice versa, if he has something on his mind, be there for him cause he sometimes feels like he’s not listened to by the others

Pidge

* Definitely the least experienced out of the group (her and Keith are like neck and neck)

* I don’t see her using pet names, much like Keith

* Idk it just strikes me as odd for her to use pet names

* She definitely has stupid nicknames for you, but not stuff like baby or sweetheart

* If you don’t like that, sue me

* Her love language is definitely quality time

* She likes when you come around while she’s working on a new project so she can geek out about it

* You don’t even have to understand anything she says, she just likes when you’re around her when she’s working

* Also has you test some of the safer projects, she would never let you NEAR the more outrageous ones

* Unlike the others, she’s actually really open to you fighting along side her

* Don’t get me wrong, she would murder everyone if you got hurt, but she likes working with you and strategizing

* Will make you a weapon and enhanced suit if you asked

* Even if you don’t, she probably already has them in the works

[heytherelysia]

dazai w/ a quiet + stern reader

hi so i have no idea what's up in the recent s4 bsd and im so eepy to start watching it but i love goosamu w all my heart. tried to not make this as self-insert-y as much as possible. format is very messy as it shifts to bulleted to non-bulleted.

gn reader, established relationship, semi-proofread and kinda horrible grammar, pretty tame mention of double suicide, very cheesy fluff, potentially ooc dazai.

he is the definition of what a menace is.

several papers that are scattered on the table, in need of your review and signature. in the midst of inking the papers, a finger twirls the side of your hair, and so you realize that the papers are not the only thing that acquires your attention.

you glance at the man next to you, a singular hand cups his face, twirling your hair as he kicks his feet, mimicking a lovesick schoolgirl. although, he isn't bothering you as much as he usually does. you return to your duties and he hums a song, possibly another improvised double suicide song.

osamu makes up the absence of speech you speak, he is the first to ask you how your day was when you come home. despite that you do not speak until necessary, it does not bother him. he loves hearing your voice, even if it's coming from your usual one-to-two word sentences.

your eyes and mind are occupied to the laptop before you, checking for requests that are in need of the detective's attention, but it appears that none of them are worth the agency's help, so you snap to the pile of papers next to the device.

you were accustomed to the sight of stacked papers as you rarely attend missions in the agency unless the situation is dire, that was the nature of your job as a detective. nevertheless, the agency is home to you, even with the rapscallions that also reside in the agency. one of them was near and dear to your heart.

the front door of the office was kicked by a loud 'bang!', so you hold your thought and looked up from that papers.

"good morning belladonaaaa ♡" you look at him with your eyes half closed as he approached your seat.

"...you're late, were you floating by the river again?"

"oh come on! don't be like that!" as if he was a child, he pouts and look to the side. now that he's much closer to you, your eyes instinctively snap to his other hand that's hidden on his back.

you give him a look of curiosity, "what's that behind you?" osamu snaps back to reality, he looks at you and the hidden item gripped in his hands, then he giggles. "...we're not exactly alike but... i'm thankful that we clicked and let alone that you wanted to be with me. i hope you would at least accept this as my immense thanks for you."

despite the fact that you have been dating the man for a long time now, dazai is an enigma to you. even when he has opened up to you regarding his past and suicidal nature, you feel as if you don't know everything about him, but it was never to the point that you think he is dangerous.

the subtle smile that appears on his face as he slowly gives you a bouquet of flowers made you think so.

you are only now able to notice that flowers aren't the only thing containing the bouquet now that you're actually holding it. "my favorite foods? ...you remember?"

"of course" he chuckles, "the way to their heart is through their stomach, don't you agree?"

...

the two of you found the agency members peeking through the door, literally stacked upon each other. they ran off when the both of you acknowledged their presence.

as his superior and partner, you constantly have to tame him even if it means he'll sit still for just a minute.

you suffer the same fate as kunikida and chuuya in having to deal with him, you can't tell if his continuous chatter makes your ears ring or if it's music to your ears.

literally the "talks a lot x listens" dynamic. he babbles all the words and you politely listen. dazai needs a listener anyways.

he invites you to go with him in his adventure to find the best way to go to the next life during your breaks. in some cases that you agree, you're just by the side reading a book, like a parent who is helping their child on the swing.

...

writing this made me realize that i'm horrible at writing dialogues and way better in writing descriptions.

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

hi !! i reread your works so many times ! i especially love the TWST dorm leaders with the reader who stops giving them gifts. could i request the same idea with genshin bois? i'd like to see itto, kaeya, diluc, childe, and zhongli, as well as any others if you have an idea! no pressure ofc, and have a good (insert timezone relative term)

-🐮

It’s been a while since I wrote for genshin so I hope they aren’t too ooc lol

Itto, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Zhongli + reader that stops giving gifts

Arataki Itto

Itto loved all of the little knickknacks and trinkets you gave him. He treated all of them like they were made of diamonds even if they were just shiny rocks or other simple items.

At first, he didn’t notice that you had slowed down on the gift-giving; nothing against you, he just isn’t someone to pay too much attention to time. He does notice, however, the lack of your presence during the day.

Itto starts getting worried after a while. He looked forward to seeing your gifts but now he was hardly seeing you at all! His heart couldn’t take it anymore and he came up to you and asked if he had done something wrong.

He looked at you with such big eyes, poor thing looked like a pouting puppy. When you explained that you thought he was starting to get tired of the gifts, he couldn’t be more confused. He loved them!

“Hey, hey, who said that? I love each and every little token you give me! Don’t you ever keep me from seeing you for this long either!”

Kaeya Alberich

Kaeya finds your gifts adorable and he makes sure to tell you when you give them to him. He even has a couple in his pocket when he walks around Mondstadt.

He gets a little disappointed when you stop giving them as much but he figured you were getting busy as of late. Archons know he’s got a lot on his plate himself.

But it had been several days since he had seen you last, and he was worried he frightened you away. So when he bumped into you again, he made sure to let you know he was starting to miss you.

As you explained that you thought he was growing tired of you, he was quick to correct your statement. He’d never admit it, but he was hurt that you thought he would ever feel that way about you.

“What? Oh no, I could never get tired of seeing that face of yours. Come now, there’s no need for the long face anymore. How about we stroll around town for a minute or two?”

Diluc Ragnvindr

Diluc is used to getting a bunch of gifts from people that find him attractive or want to earn his favor for one reason or another. Normally he pays no mind and just declines them, except with you.

Obviously, he’s not the kind of guy to go jumping for joy when he gets those gifts; but the fact that he accepts them at all is telling of how much he cares. He gives you a small, but still genuine, smile every time you give him something.

When you stop handing them, he takes notice but doesn’t mention it for a while. It’s only when you stop showing up at Angel’s Share that he questions you about your actions.

He waits until most of the guests had left before questioning you. Diluc didn’t want to completely scare you away.

“Y/N? Do you have a moment? Have I caused you to distance yourself from me? I’ve… started to miss your company.”

Childe

Childe really does like the gifts you hand over to him from time to time. It reminds him of when he did similar things for his family, giving them trinkets and the like.

Chide’s a busy guy, so he doesn’t get to see you as often as either of you would like. That’s why he makes sure to save some time to see you whenever he’s in the area. He’s always excited to see what you might have for him this time.

But suddenly, you stop showing up in the usual spots. Nobody in the town gives him much of an answer when he asks about your whereabouts either. He was starting to get worried when he quite literally bumped into you.

Feeling a mix of surprise and relief, he started asking you about how you’ve been. When you tell him you thought he got tired of you, he was very quick to tell you that wasn’t the case.

“What do you mean by that? Course I wouldn’t get tired of you. You’ve never given me a reason to hate you. Unless you did something that I didn’t know of? Kidding! I’m just messing with you.”

Zhongli

Zhongli isn’t used to getting gifts at random. Working at the funeral parlor hardly has him meeting with people giving him small tokens of gratitude.

Which is why he finds you especially endearing. You really have no reason to be showing up to the parlor as often as you do, and you always had something new to give to him. Sometimes it was a new pastry and others could be jewelry that reminded you of him.

He always accepted your gifts and looked forward to the next. Which became a rare occurrence after a while, and he couldn’t figure out why.

The next time you came by, he was quick to ask you. He was worried that he had offended you in some way, and calmed down slightly when he found it to just be a misunderstanding on both parts.

“Oh? I could never grow tired of you, the days here go by so slowly without your presence. Please keep coming by, I don’t know what I’d do in your absence.”

[eventinelysplayground]

For All Time

So this is a fic I had wanted to do for awhile and was nervous about. Without getting into much personal detail I went through several years of fertility issues, meds etc and that can do a number on people. Randomly one day I was talking about stuff and was like you know I'd like to see that reflected in fanfics so I wrote it. Obviously no one goes through things the same way but it felt nice to get it on paper. Also yes Emma is a bit ooc in this but that's what all of what she's gone through and is feeling can do to you and also yes I chose Yves for a few reasons for this fic. Trigger/Content Warning: fertility issues, mild jealousy, self deprecation, feeling worthless and although not said specifically depression is implied. If I missed any triggers/content I apologize. Emma is 'confronted' while Yves is away and he finds her shut in her old room when he returns. WC 2552, lots of different feelings. Warning banner by @cafekitsune.

It was a beautiful summer day, the sounds of birds and smell or roses were carried by a welcome cool breeze. The sky was bright with few clouds and the sun shone brightly over all of Rhodolite, well almost all of Rhodolite. One place, one room, windows and curtains remained shut tight blocking out everything bright with the day and wrapping its occupant further in darkness.

There was no movement within, the only sounds slow breathing or muffled cries. Food from breakfast sat untouched on the desk as it had for every meal over the last three days. If she wasn't wrong there would be a knock any minute now and as if summoned by that thought there was soft rapping on the door.

“Your Majesty?”

No reply was forthcoming just as the days before. Cautiously the door creaked open and an old maid entered, shutting the door lightly behind her. She walked across the room to stand in front of the untouched tray, her shoulders slumped and she turned her head over her shoulder.

“Will you not eat at all again today?”

The maid hoped for something but the now familiar silence was the only reply.

“His Majesty is expected back late today. Should I summon your maids later to help you bathe and dress for his return?”

The maid turned around to look at her Queen but Emma did not look back, instead she sat motionless in a chair just staring at the wall. The maid walked over to the closet and opened it rummaging quickly through the gowns and dresses before pulling one out.

“What about this dress, his majesty loves it on you.”

Finally movement as Emma's head turned slightly in the maids direction.

‘What’s this?’

‘I had it specially made for you.’

‘Yves you spoil me, I didn't need a new dress.’

‘I know, but I saw the fabric and thought the color would look gorgeous against your skin. Plus as Queen you have to make sure to keep up with me now you know…’

Tears began to fall down Emma's cheeks anew. The old maid moved to her Queens side, withdrawing a fan from her pocket and furiously fanning at the tears as they fell.

“You know, I did this on your wedding day as well.”

“I remember.”

The words were barely a whisper but they were there. The old maid continued to fan Emma's eyes for a moment until suddenly her hand was pushed away.

“I won't need the maids, thank you.”

“But-”

“I said I won't need them, now get out!”

Emma held her face in her hands as she continued to cry. The old maid stepped back and offered a polite curtsey before retrieving the untouched tray and fleeing the room. Outside in the hallway as soon as the door was shut two heads turned simultaneously to the maid.

“I'm sorry your highnesses but I failed.”

The maid hung her head and sighed but a large hand landed on her frail shoulder.

“You did your best, and hey that's more than any of us have gotten her to say in days. Thanks for trying to help and here, take this.”

“Really Prince Jin, you're too old to still be carrying around candy.”

“You're never too old for candy.”

Jin gave the maid one of his best smiles and she shook her head in exasperation as she took the candy from him then carried on her way. Once she was gone Jin leaned against the wall letting out a long sigh.

“Damn I was hoping that would go better.”

“What do we do now?”

Licht’s voice was tense. They had all noticed that lately Emma had moments where she didn't seem like herself but it was never this bad, especially for this long.

“I don't think there's anything we can do now. She won't talk to any of us or her maids and she just snapped at Rio.”

Another long sigh left Jin's lips before he pushed himself off the wall.

“Come on, let's go wait for them to get back.”

“I hope they're early.”

As those exchanges played out in the hallway outside Emma's old room inside it Emma was drowning in her thoughts as well as her tears.

They were right to put clause 99 in there, I should have never agreed to have it annulled! I've done nothing but make Yves miserable since I fell in love with him! He would have been better off with anybody but me…

‘it’s been years since your wedding, your majesty.’

‘And!?’

‘And maybe you should consider taking a mistress, you need an heir after all and the Queen hasn't…’

‘How dare you, I Yves Kloss will not entertain this conversation any further!’

He wasn't wrong though was he. We've been married over five years and we still…not to mention the two and half years before that.

A trembling sigh escaped Emma's lips as she wiped her cheeks.

That's my biggest responsibility as Queen and I'm failing at it. How can I be any good for him when I can't even do this!?

Emma stood up and started pacing, running her fingers through her tangled hair as she did so.

Leon's wife is a noble and she's pregnant every time I turn around. Clavis and Prince Chevalier's wives are noble too and even though everyone knows they don't love each other and barely ever speak to each other they still have three kids between them, all sons too! Meanwhile it's been years and I…

Emma slammed her fists on her desk, her tears and sobs coming harder now.

It's not fair! They all had children so easily, why can't….why can't I have one? Why don't I deserve-

‘It’s no surprise really, commoners should stay in their place. You don't belong here and are unfit to be the mother of future royalty!’

A somewhat manic and sad laugh filled the room for a moment.

She's right I am unfit. I'm so sorry Yves, I just…I just…

The next time the maid entered Emma's room she was curled into a ball asleep on the couch, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes. The maid put the lunch tray down before walking over to the bed and grabbing a blanket draping it loosely over Emma.

“Please get better my lady, we're all concerned for you.”

With those quiet words the maid retrieved the tray and left the room. When Emma woke the room was even darker.

I guess I slept most of the day, oh well it doesn't matter any…hmmm

Emma finally realized there was a blanket draped over her body.

Why would anyone bother?

Emma pulled the blanket up and over her shoulders clutching onto it tightly.

It is nice and warm though, but I really don't deserve it. I don't deserve anything… It doesn't matter anymore. I know what I want to do now.

A few hours had passed and Emma was still sitting on her sofa when there was a familiar knocking at her door.

“Come in.”

“You weren't there to welcome me home, are you alright? You're not sick are you?”

“No, I'm sorry I worried you. I'm sorry I keep failing you.”

“Emma…”

Yves startled at Emma's words. He may not have been the most perceptive of all his brothers but it would have been clear to him that something had happened while he was away, even if Jin and Licht hadn't told him as soon as he was out of the carriage. He watched Emma shake her head and put the now familiar fake smile on her face, he missed her real smile.

“How was your trip?”

“It went well. I think Leon, Nokto and I accomplished a lot while we were there. I still wish you would have come with us Emma.”

Emma's fake smile faltered ever so slightly.

“I would have just gotten in the way, you're better off without me.”

“That's not–”

“So was it just all business and diplomacy then. Nothing fun or entertaining?”

Yves' heart was beating fast as his mind whirled, trying desperately to figure out what had happened while he was gone.

‘How did this happen, why didn't you send for me!? I would have dropped everything!’

‘The last time she spoke before she yelled at the maid today was when she begged and then threatened Rio not to let anyone contact you.’

‘What?’

Remembering what Jin had said he decided that the best thing to do was to keep Emma talking and didn't circle back after she cut him off.

“There was a ball the second night we were there. Leon talked to a lot of the nobles while Nokto danced with almost every woman there.”

“That sounds like them. What about you, did you dance with any eligible ladies?”

Yves could hear the anger behind Emma's fake teasing tone.

“No.”

“Oh. You should have.”

Yves was stunned. He walked across the room to sit beside Emma on the sofa and reached out his hand to her but she pulled away from him.

“I was thinking a lot while you were gone, and today I came to the decision that you should find a mistress."

Yves' heart broke but not for himself but for Emma.

“Emma…why would you…”

Yves couldn't even finish his sentence and Emma just shrugged her shoulders.

“It's normal for a king to have a mistress, sometimes several. I swear I wouldn't mind.”

Yves was frozen, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Emma hadn't been herself for awhile now, she had stopped going out anywhere, barely ate and had stopped reading but this? More than one minister had approached him over the years and he heard the things that some of the other ministers and nobility thought they said behind their backs. He always dealt with it though and tried to protect Emma from it but it was crystal clear to him he had failed her again, that it wasn't enough.

“Emma, I love you I–”

“Well you shouldn't!?”

Emma was on her feet now and shouting.

“You need to think about your future, about the kingdom's future! You need an heir and I clearly can't give you one. You need to find a woman who's fit to be by your side, fit to be the mother of the next king and that woman isn't me!”

“What are you talking about!? Why would you ever think that?”

Emma was silent for a moment as she hugged herself.

“I'm not the only one that thinks that. I heard what the Marquis said to you before you left and he wasn't wrong.”

“Yes he was! He was very–”

“It's not just him Yves, have you not been paying attention at all lately!?”

Yves didn't even have a chance to put his thoughts together before Emma huffed in frustration.

“There are several ministers and nobles who’ve made comments over the years and lately they've just gotten so much ruder and bolder. The more respectful ones will just make pitying comments towards us when they think I don't hear them, the not so respectful ones laugh at me! They make comments about my lineage, about my lack of qualifications, about how I'm ruining the kingdom! They parade their single daughters around here hoping that when the day comes and you've had enough of me it's their daughter chosen to take my place! Then there's the ones who aren't even afraid to tell me to my face anymore.”

Yves was furious but not at Emma, he was furious at all the people who had made her feel like this, but mostly at himself for being so incompetent that he couldn't protect her properly.

“Someone dared to say such horrible things to you?”

Yves pushed himself off the couch and walked to stand in front of Emma. It was clear when he looked into her eyes she hadn't meant to say that last part out loud.

“Does it really matter? Everything they said is true.”

Emma had gone from shouting to strangely calm and it frightened Yves.

“Emma answer me, who was it and what did they say?”

“Nothing that wasn't true. That at least the commoners the previous king took to his bed managed the simple task of producing children, and not just any children but princes. That I wasn't raised or qualified to be a Queen, even if it is for a half Obsidianite King. The only real job a Queen has and I can't perform it but how It’s no surprise really, commoners should stay in their place and I don't belong here and I'm unfit to be the mother of future royalty. That I should just quietly move aside and let a real woman take my place and give you the heirs you need...”

Emma's voice trailed off and Yves reached out again to Emma, this time she didn't move away and lightly cupped her check.

“Emma I’ve said it before but I couldn't imagine not loving you.”

Yves' voice was strained yet soft, he wanted nothing more than to comfort her yet before he could move to wipe her tears away she jerked her head out of his hand.

“And I told you you shouldn't. What good am I to you Yves? I've caused you so many problems and now I can't even accomplish the simplest thing and I'm worthless to you for it! Even the dumbest, most incompetent animal can have a baby but I..I can't.”

Emma collapsed to the floor on her knees, she was crying so much she could barely breathe. Yves quickly knelt down in front of her and lifting her head in his hands he began to kiss away her tears.

“Don't.”

“I can't help myself, whenever you cry I just want to kiss your tears away for you and make you stop hurting.”

“Why? I've given you nothing.”

Yves moved his thumb to rest over Emma's lips.

“You promised me all of you, for all time remember? That's what you gave me.”

“It was a horrible thing to give you, what good is it when I can't do anything for you.”

“You can do something for me.”

“What?”

“Live for me Emma. Live with me, live knowing I failed you as your husband, live hating me for it and for not protecting you. I don't care as long as you promise me to live again!”

Yves' voice had become desperate and as he looked into Emma's eyes he saw something in them begin to break.

“You said you wouldn't go back on our promise Emma. I don't care about anything else, I mean really what good is having seven brothers for if not something like this. We’ll have at least a dozen nephews for the next Belle to choose from.”

Yves rested his forehead against Emma’s.

“So please, just live again Emma. Don't leave me alone anymore.”

Yves saw the emotions wavering in her eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on Emma's lips and then she collapsed into his arms and he held her tight.

“Yves…I'm sorry I left you alone.”

“It's fine, as long as you swear you'll never do it again.”

“I don't know, but I promise to try my best not to.”

“That's good enough for now. I love you Emma, for all time.”

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 85 }

envious.

clive rosfield x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; potentially ooc, au-ish, n-fw (soft depictions of physical intimacy); minors do not interact. 

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have willingly consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

the first time you and clive had ever tried to be intimate, it ended up being quite painful on your end.

despite the passion felt coursing through both of your forms, it was simply too painful for you to take all of him in. you recall the way your lover panted while he was settled between your legs, trying to push through the barrier of your virginity as your hands seemed to claw at his biceps in response.

the tears end up dotting your vision, and you could feel the way your hands end up automatically pushing him away from you, gasping while telling him that it was simply too much.

despite how much you wanted to give your lover the sweet pleasure he oh so deserved, you just weren't quite ready for it. even if clive still gave you that soft smile and reassured you that it was okay, you knew how much it pained him to unsheath himself out of the confines of your warm walls.

still aching for you, he gives you one last kiss before excusing himself into the bathroom, wanting to get rid of his problem before going back and fully embracing you in his arms.

the guilt you felt was immeasurable, and you were terrified of losing clive over your body's reluctant reaction when you tried to be intimate. several weeks have passed since that fateful night, and you were in the midst of trying to find ways to mitigate this awkwardness between the two of you when you realized how distant clive had suddenly become.

each time you would greet him, eyes hopeful that he would spend the day with you, clive would simply give you a quick peck on your lips before saying he had some training to do. the first time it had happened, you took it in stride, simply showing him a supportive smile while giving him a gentle embrace. you would wish him a good day and tell him your hopes of seeing him tomorrow.

yet there was a nagging voice at the back of your mind, one that was telling you that clive had become distant with you on purpose. that he simply could not and would not want you anymore simply because you couldn't go through with your plans of making love to him that night.

however, you were always one to feel optimistic and hopeful, oftentimes able to banish such intrusive thoughts from the confines of your mind. each time clive would tell you he needed to train, you would allow him to do so with a smile on your face.

lately, the nagging voice in your head was getting harder to ignore. in fact, there seemed to be a growing rift felt developing between you and your lover. 

each time you set out to find him, he would be nowhere in sight. and when you would ask around the town to see if anyone else had caught a glimpse of him, they would simply shake their heads while apologizing. it was taking a toll on your mental health, making your confidence feel shaky as well. you tried to find reasons as to why clive didn’t want to see you anymore, only to come up empty. 

you were beginning to miss him terribly now, which was what prompted you to take a long walk around the town despite it being 2am. the stars that once held so much beauty were nothing to you now. nothing seemed to matter when clive was no longer by your side. 

“i just don’t know what to do, jill.”

you felt your entire body become frozen at the familiar sound. a gruff voice was heard speaking to someone from just a few feet away, and with the way your heart was pounding so fast was proof that you recognized the sound of clive’s voice. not even thinking straight, you pick up the skirt of your dress and dash toward the sound, your feet taking you to a large tree just a short distance away from you. 

the closer you got to the tree, the clearer you could see the two people speaking from beneath its branches. you saw clive’s rich brown hair first, but it was the woman standing next to him that made your blood turn cold. 

with hair and eyes the color of moonlight itself, the pale beauty clive had told you over and over again was nothing more than a mere sister to him and joshua-

jill warrick. 

and she had her hand pressed against the side of his cheek, the sight of it sending your heart reeling with envy. 

acting on mere compulsion now, you confidently take great strides toward them, never once looking away from jill when she was the first to meet your gaze. your name falls from her pale lips in a gasp, but you refused to back down despite your pain. 

coming beside clive, you pull his attention away from jill and frame at his face, taking in the sight of his ruggedly handsome features before meeting his lips in a bruising kiss. 

you felt the relief coursing through you at a rapid pace, grateful that clive was kissing you back with just as much fervor as you. it seemed as though your respective yearning for one another was true after all, with clive seeming to melt into your kiss as he held you even closer to him. jill, the poor woman, could only stand to watch the lovers come together for a few seconds before politely excusing herself. 

after all, she knew that this was the opportunity clive needed to set things straight with you.

when the need for air finally proved to be too strong was when you finally pulled away from clive, basking in the small victory that jill was no longer here. letting him go, you run your fingers through your hair while smoothing back the skirt of your dress, trying to collect your thoughts as clive stared at you with an unreadable expression. 

he calls out your name, but you interrupt him, giving him the iciest glare you could manage. “if you didn’t want to be with me anymore, all you had to do was say so. you didn’t need to go gallivanting with jill behind my back.”

“wh- it’s not like that!” for the first time, you finally saw a change in his expression, becoming almost panicked at the assumptions you were making about him and jill. 

“then what is it? just how am i supposed to feel when the man i thought truly loved me keeps such a great distance from me?!” your voice was raised a couple of octaves, clearly showing how upset you were with clive and his distance. you loved him, but you’ll be damned if he was going to continue to make a fool out of you. 

the silence that seemed to permeate the air is what finally made you let out a defeated sigh. fighting back the tears that threatens to fall, you angrily wipe them away while turning away from clive. “if that’s how it's going to be, then so be it. i’m going home.”

this seems to break clive out of his silence, with him reaching you in a few steps as his large hands were felt encircling your wrist. “please wait, don’t leave me. just let me explain.” 

“then explain it already.” you tear your hands away from his tight grip, “there is no excuse for the sheer amount of pain you have caused me, clive.” 

“i know that, my love. just please, give me a chance and come back with me to my chambers. i will explain everything.” his blue eyes were sincere, and you could detect no lies or malice from his gaze. whereas your mind wanted nothing more than to run away from him, but your heart was telling you otherwise. 

“fine, i’ll come with you.” 

clive’s smile becomes wider then, leaning closer to give you a gentle kiss against your lips. “thank you, my love, for this chance.” 

the walk back to his home was filled with a tense silence, and you were filled with anticipation for what was to come. yet through it all, clive never let go of your hand. the warmth he exuded was comforting to you, even now when you felt so close to losing him. 

within moments, you reached the safety of his home and entered his bedroom, denying the need for anything when he offers to get you some water or tea. settling yourself on top of his bed, you wait for him to join you. you watch as he paces the room for a few minutes before finally joining you. he takes a seat next to you, placing his hands clasped together against his lap. 

with his eyes clenched shut, he tells you, “i was afraid that you were going to leave me due to how much i hurt you that night.” 

your mouth became dry, and you called out his name only for him to stop you. “please, believe me when i say this, but i felt so unworthy of you, knowing how much i hurt you that night. i wanted to give you the greatest pleasure a man could give a woman, yet i was too focused on my own pleasure to really comfort you during your pain.” 

he faces you fully then, eyes filled with adoration and love for you as he allows his fingertips to trace at your features, “i was scared of losing you, which was why i came to jill for advice; that was all that happened, truly. i half expected you to leave me someday which was why i was so reluctant to be with you. i was so ashamed of hurting you, and i was afraid of the possibility of you coming to your senses and finding a man who could truly love and care for you- someone that wasn’t me.”

tears slowly began to fill your eyes, as your own relief was felt coursing through you. with a cry of his name, you throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply. he returns your kiss, and you felt the way his fingers delve into your hair. he caresses at your scalp, earning a soft moan from you as he lays you back down on his bed. 

“i could never leave you, clive. nor will i ever in a million years find a man that’s better than you.” 

the love felt between the two lovers was overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up to brush away at his richly colored hair. “let’s try again, my darling clive.” 

his eyes widen in response to your words, “i-are you sure?” 

“i am, my love. please, let us finally come together.” 

clive agrees with you, “i promise, i’ll make this a night you won’t ever regret. tonight, i’ll dedicate my entire heart, body, and soul to you, my queen.” 

he hovers above you then, filled with passion and need for you as he gently pulls down the straps of your dress. he frees your breasts from the confines of your corset, pressing gentle kisses against your sensitive skin. you felt his hot mouth encircle one of your hardened nipples, earning another sweet moan from you as your hands delved themselves into his hair. 

there was an uncomfortable ache felt between your legs, making you feel even needier for the man settled above you. his hoarse whispers of your name was enough to send shivers down your spine, and you felt so happy knowing that clive truly never stopped loving you after all. 

with his mouth now suckling on your collarbone, clive slowly begins to pick you up, placing a hand behind your bare back while bringing you close to his chest. his gentle bites across your sensitive skin makes you shiver, “you know, you were absolutely radiant when you saw jill and became so angry and possessive. your envious nature was enough to make me want to ravish you then and there, my naughty love.”

“stop speaking so wantonly, it’s- ah!” you feel the way clive bites down on your collarbone before trailing his lips down your body. you were still in his arms when he allows his mouth to trace butterfly kisses all across your form, not stopping until he reaches the sweet treasure between your legs. 

still holding you, he takes a hold of your waist, allowing your legs to settle across his shoulders as he presses hot kisses against the inside of your thighs. you could feel his hot breath against your aching core, desperate to feel him as you let out a gentle whine of his name. 

clive doesn’t disappoint, pressing gentle kisses against your womanhood before delving his tongue within your warm walls. you gasp, trying to hold back your moans when you suddenly felt his thick finger make its way inside of you. the friction coupled along with his sinful tongue was such a hedonistically pleasurable sensation that you were close to losing your damn mind. 

“ah ah ah, c-clive!” with a shout of his name, you felt something warm come out of you, your release coating his tongue as clive made sure to drink up everything you had to offer. the pleasure was so consuming that you didn’t want it to end, your legs trapping his head between your thighs as you rode out your high.

after what felt like hours, clive finally sets you back down in bed with a grunt. needing to shed his clothes to truly feel you, he makes quick work of discarding the cloth that covered him. he was so hard for you, his length completely ready to be sheathed inside of your warmth-

but he knew he had to take this slow. he had to or else-

“clive.” your sweet voice breaks him out of his thoughts as you beckon him to sit back down on the bed. your eyes were soft, and your skin appeared to be glowing from how you had just experienced your first release just moments ago. he was completely hypnotized by you when he settles himself back down on the bed. 

once he was seated, you took this chance and crawl on top of his lap, feeling his erection pressing desperately against your thighs while giving him a bruising kiss. your sweet arousal was felt moistening the tip of his manhood, making him moan the more he felt you slide up and down the entirety of his length. “i love you. let me make this up to you and prove to you that i can handle your love.” 

your moan was like music to his ears when you manage to grip him tightly, your soft hands slowly stroking him before you slowly came down on him. 

“ah...clive...” perhaps it was the fact that you were feeling so desperate for him, or that you were the one in control of taking him within your pulsating core, but the searing pain was no longer there. all you felt was a slight discomfort at being stretched, but it was tolerable and incredibly small in comparison to an even greater desire-

to finally feel every inch of clive inside of you as he brought you to heaven. 

within seconds, your arousal helps with you completely sheathing clive deep inside of your walls, the sensation was enough to make you both toss your heads back in respective pleasure. “clive clive clive! y-you feel wonderful, ah...i’ve never been filled up so completely before.” 

your hands rest on his chest while clive continues to look up at you with absolute adoration for you. “i have never felt so good before in my life, dear eikons this is magnificent!” 

unable to hold back any longer, clive settles both of his hands on your waist, purposely bouncing you up and down his length. he swore he lived for your soft cries and moans of his name, begging for him to not stop as you were so close. 

“clive, i- i-” he hears you stuttering, making him grunt as he presses his lips against your hair. “i know, my love. i’m feeling it, too. come...let’s come together my love.”

with one last powerful thrust, you do just that, feeling your walls tighten around him as he painted your slick walls white with his seed. the sheer amount of it all was enough to make you gasp, feeling the mixture of your respective releases flowing out of you. 

exhausted after experiencing such an intense love, you fall against clive. you were out of breath, but strangely content as you felt him grow limp from inside of you. clive was about to pull out of you, but you stopped him, tightening your legs around his waist to keep him locked inside, “no please, don’t leave me yet.” 

your lover sighs, pressing yet another kiss against your damp hair, “alright my love, i won’t leave.” 

genuine happiness was felt coursing through you, and you couldn’t stop smiling as you kissed clive over and over again. “we finally did it, we finally became one- we became lovers in the truest sense.”

“indeed, we have.” clive agrees with you, taking a hold of your chin to press another deep kiss against your lips. “now you are mine and mine alone.”

“just as you are mine and mine alone.” you repeat his words with a beaming smile on your face, allowing him to kiss you a million more times before falling into a peaceful slumber together. 

now that you finally got to experience the purest form of pleasure a man could give to the woman he loves, you knew that you would be happy with clive for forever and a day. there was truly no other man that was perfect for you than your beloved clive-

your soulmate.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[hozierandrew]

well a few weeks back i reblogged a prompt post from @novelbear & offered to write a keero drabble for anyone who wanted it! @lighttailoring requested one w the prompt "one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze" and i tried my best. the context is that dedra finds out about the existence of the death star and shows up late to dinner at syril's apartment; i've only seen andor the one time a few months back so i hope this isn't totally ooc and that my writing is half coherent. thanks again @lighttailoring for the request!

The soft tapping on the datapad slowed to a halt as Syril reviewed the order he had placed. If he had his way, he would prepare Dedra a proper meal, to serve as a respite from her responsibilities. Not that she would make enough time to appreciate it, he thought bitterly. The food would go to waste. He sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Like Dedra always says, the Empire comes first. I can’t fault her for that.

His gaze wandered over to the window, the Coruscant night twinkling outside. Dedra had messaged him as soon as he arrived home, Start without me. Meeting running long. 

He had no idea how much time that bought him but decided to pull up a report he was working on. Joining the ISB resulted in difficult, sometimes grueling, work but he embraced it. Syril welcomed the distraction from his thoughts, which had run rampant at the Bureau of Standards. Too much time to wallow and self-reflect. He wanted to contribute to something worthwhile and Dedra, of all people, enabled him to.

After the Ferrix riot, she couldn't deny his tenacity and recommended him for a position. Of course, he was thankful and of course he was as vigilant as ever in his work, but he was still no closer to Andor. Or Axis for that matter. His reports filled page after page with petty offenses and minute matters. Matters so small as to be completely inconsequential. Sharing meals like this with Dedra broke up the monotony of his days, as lucky as he knew he was to have them.

As Syril continued tapping on his datapad, he heard a chime at the door, and stopped. Dedra.

He placed his datapad down and strode to the door, opening it at once.

Syril hardly had time to recognize the figure in front of him as Dedra as she swept past him in one swift movement. He closed the door behind him and tailed after her. 

She was a few feet away, removing her belt and opening his closet door, searching for a hanger. "How was your meeting?"Syril asked, coming to a stop behind her. Finding a hanger, she threw the belt on it, then moved to remove her coat.

Met with silence, he attempted a different angle. "I wasn't sure what you wanted so I got you noodles again. Unfortunately it hasn't arrived yet. Can I get you something to drink?" He watched as Dedra added her coat to the hanger and jammed it onto the rack.

As she peeled her outer tunic off, still without comment, Syril decided she was better left alone. "Let me know if you need anything," he muttered, before retreating back to his sitting room.

He picked up his datapad and stared at his report, trying not to think about what happened to Dedra. Was she fired? No, that couldn't be, she still had her uniform on when she came in. Her rank remained the same, so she couldn't have been demoted either. Perhaps Partagaz had been in a mood that day and decided to reprimand her for something minor. His mind wandered from what had happened to how he could get Dedra to tell him about it. She was in no mood to talk. He wondered why she even bothered to show up tonight.

Soon enough, Syril heard his closet door close and the sounds of boots thumping across the floor. He saw Dedra round the corner, a scowl still on her face, her hands behind her back. She walked right past him to the window and stared out at the lights. Syril stared at her back for several moments, at a loss for what to say. Telling her to leave might be too direct, but offering her his room for the night might be too suggestive. Neither were preferable.

Finally, he decided to leave her be, turning back to his datapad and continuing on with his report. As he found his rhythm once more, he heard Dedra walking back from the window. Giving her space, he decided not to look up and instead he felt her sit next to him on the couch. After a slight pause, he felt her lean her head on his shoulder. Syril froze, his focus immediately drawn to the warm pressure of Dedra's weight on him. Tonight couldn't get any stranger, he thought as he stared down at his datapad, not daring to move his head.

Dedra, noticing that he had stopped, finally spoke. "I apologize for coming late, but it was unavoidable. Partagaz informed us the Empire is developing something. Something that will give us leverage over the rebels, not in the short-term, but for the foreseeable future. This could be our chance to maintain order across the galaxy once and for all."

As Syril absorbed the magnitude of her words, he placed his datapad on a side table. He took a hand in hers, emboldened by her actions and her words. At the moment, he didn't care that Dedra was keeping a secret from him. He cared about how this secret affected her.

"You don't sound particularly thrilled about this revelation," Syril noted.

"Thrilled definitely isn't the right word," Dedra replied. "Apprehensive, I suppose. The Empire has mishandled several opportunities since I started work with the ISB. I want to know more about what they're planning to do with what they've developed. We cannot plan a show of force unless every one of us is prepared for the consequences."

Thinking of the amount of stress she was under caused Syril to regret his earlier anger towards her. He tightened his grip on her hand and moved away from her, so he could see her face. In the dim light, he could see her bun had loosened and lines under her eyes had started to form. She tried her best to maintain appearances but her efforts had dwindled in the late hours of the night.

Taking in her gaunt appearance, Syril tentatively asked, "Why did you decide to come here instead of going straight home? You look exhausted. I would've understood. Duty always comes first."

Dedra took a moment to respond, her eyes flickering down to look at their interlinked hands. Slowly, she began, "Ever since Ferrix, a part of me has questioned my competency as an officer. I've been pushing myself to make up for my shortcomings ever since. I've stayed up all night reviewing reports, I've taken remedial physical defense classes. I've even had Heert and Partagaz give me separate performance reviews so I could improve."

She met Syril's gaze again as she said, "And yet what makes me feel the most competent is when I come to see you."

Syril gulped, his heart rate increasing, as he considered that last statement. As far as he could tell, Dedra could barely tolerate him some nights. To hear that he had been an anchor for her all these months...

"How is that possible," Syril asked, bewildered. "What could I do for you that would be an improvement over what the ISB could do?"

"When I'm at work," she replied, "there are several other officers with the same rank as me, the same assignments as me. I feel like I'm part of a cog in this wheel that will keep turning regardless if I'm there to help it along. But when I'm with you, I know my input matters. The way you look at me, the way you respond to me, it makes me feel powerful. I don't need to prove myself because you already know what I'm capable of."

Syril started to smile, a glimmer in his eye, "I've been trying to get you to see that, Dedra. Almost as long as I've known you. It's like I told that day in front of headquarters. To me, you represent the truth and beauty of the Empire. You don't need me to succeed, but I'm glad I could be a source of strength. It's the least I could do after all you've done for me."

"That's exactly what I mean Syril. Hearing you say those things about me, even if I don't say it, it does make me feel wanted. And I realized that I don't necessarily mind feeling wanted by you. In fact, I find I enjoy it."

Her eyes darted down to his lips as she considered a point of no return. Syril was one step ahead of her, cocking his head to the side, shakily placing a hand on her cheek. 

Then, the chime from the door sounded, freezing both of them to the spot. 

As Syril sat there, dumbfounded, Dedra reached over to him, taking his hand in hers. Kissing him on the cheek, she asked, "Aren't you going to get that Syril?"

He blinked a few times and, hearing the chime again, stood up. "Yes, sorry, I'll be right back," he muttered, walking to the door with a hand to his cheek.

Dedra leaned back into the couch and prepared to send a comms out to Heert. It contained a simple message, "Karn may be a more valuable asset than anticipated. We need to explore his potential further."

[calicos-athenaeum]

oh dear. i'm late. i wanted to try out @cy-inky 's one week challenge, but i've been so busy that i had to skip to day five lol. i wanted to try writing jude for once, so sorry if he's ooc :(

tw: slight blood (it's only a mention though)

general warnings: ooc jude, wannabe hero mc, no proofreading

word count: 497 words

title: hero

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Jude gritted his teeth as he sped through the dark alleys in the middle of the night. Blood tricked down from his head and onto his expensive clothes, but he could care less about that right now. The pain was overbearing, his sides burned like hell, but he can't afford to worry about that. His injured hand clutched (Name)'s, dragging them along with him in his escape. He could hear the heavy footsteps of his foes, coming closer and closer.

Normally, Jude Jazza would not have hesitated to wield his weapon and slaughter all of them. Hell, he wouldn't even need to get his hands dirty, because the option of using his cursed ability was always open.

Keyword: was

They miscalculated. They fell into a trap.

There were little cursed abilities in the world. Even rarer was a curse with an ability that can cancel out other abilities. Because of one oversight, it nearly costed him his life— and of the person beside him.

What meant to be an easy mission quickly turned into a game of hunt. Naturally, Jude and (Name) were the hunted. He hated it.

"Fucking hell," he muttered with a click of his tongue. "They just don't know when to give up."

He tugged on their hand, leading them to another alleyway in hopes of finding an escape.

This was his second mistake. They didn't understand the enemy grounds well enough. Jude wanted to go back in the past and strangle his past self for not bothering with the finer details, because this was an 'easy mission'. Sometimes, his own pride infuriated him.

"Jude—" (Name) wheezed— "Just leave me here. Make a run for it. I can just— cough— run too. There's several more exits and—""

They couldn't even finish their sentence before a part of Jude snapped. His eyes hardened, anger flaring in his pupils. He swiftly turned around and grabbed them by the shoulder.

"You— fucking— dumbass," he enunciated each word with a light flick on their forehead. "Stop acting like a hero by sacrificing yourself. It doesn't do anyone good, and it certainly just brings me a headache."

God, he was so angry. Jude never felt this furious before. It took all of his effort to not slam his fist into the nearest wall. Why were they just so nice and pure? It made his blood boil. Have some self-preservation, will they?

"But.. It'd be more convenient—"

"Are you an idiot? I'm not leaving you here." His voice, firm and resolute, left no room for arguments. "If I returned to Crown without you, have you ever thought about how upset those clowns will be?"

Jude Jazza was normally not like this. Yet, he couldn't stop the words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall. It disgusted him to be so nice.

"So stop acting like a hero, for god's sake. I'll protect you."

[riversimmone]

In the Heat of the Moment

In The Heat of The Moment

RiverOfTheSand

Summary:

AU. This is what happens when the SasuSaku in my head is interrupted by Naruto and this alternate universe version of Team 7 get down and dirty on a hot day. Rated M for a reason. It is NOT REMOTELY YAOI OR YURI. It also has a SasuSaku moment...

Notes:

Cross-posting: I wrote this in 2011 so please forgive the weirdness and naivety of it. I don't think this needs the 'multi' category but if you disagree please let me know. Original fanfiction.net author note: AU one-shot. Okay, so for reference, it says on my profile that lately every time I try to write SasuSaku, Naruto pops into my head, looking for a threesome. Well, this is the result. Don't get confused, I'm not into reading or writing SasuNaru, nor writing NaruSaku, (the storyline has to be good enough for a NaruSaku for me to consider reading it), and this is NOT EVEN REMOTELY YAOI. Also: apologies for any and all OOCness. It is AU after all. This has come out more smut than I intended, but anyway… There's a threesome Sasuke/Sakura/Naruto and a SasuSaku lemon. Read, love, and review! :) Rated M. I hope you all enjoy. :)

Sakura Haruno fanned herself, cursing the sun and the humidity. Why oh why did it have to be so fucking hot? She had just had a cold shower to try to cool down, and was bloody hot again! Not to mention horny! She'd broken up with Sasori a week ago for cheating on her and was currently single. A part of her suddenly wished he would waltz up to her house right now and beg to fuck her one last time. She needed a scratch, so bad.

'Well there's always Sasuke,' she thought, staring over at him across the road; he was mowing his front yard, shirtless.

Sitting on the lounge chair on the front patio of her house, she was shaded, but hot, and very aware of the man hunk across the road.

She bit her bottom lip. 'Yeah right, like he would ever fuck me.'

Sasuke Uchiha was incredibly popular, despite his superiority complex. Hot, gorgeous and right now, very single! Sakura's eyes flickered over his nicely toned body as he worked away. That dark hair, those penetrating eyes, that glistening skin… The sound of a mocking voice drew her attention to the blonde sitting in the shadow of Sasuke's house, on the front patio and barely visible to her around the large tree in the front yard.

"Come on Sasuke!" Naruto Uzumaki cooed. "Put some effort into it!"

He stood and leant over the wooden railing of the patio and Sakura noticed that Sasuke wasn't the only one shirtless. She had to admit, his body was hot; that well toned, but lean body had her feeling as moist as the one that belonged to Sasuke.

'Stop fantasizing!' She snapped at herself. 'He's almost as popular as Sasuke!'

'And just as single,' a second voice in her head pointed out.

Groaning softly, Sakura stood as Sasuke started to berate his best friend, and stalked back into her house. She had only lived in Konoha for six weeks, having dated Sasori for two, and had yet to even speak to the hot, raven haired boy who lived across the road. The day her parents had forced her to move with them into this boring little town, she had been sulking quietly about taking this trip. When they'd arrived, she noticed Sasuke right away, sitting on his front porch and staring at her intently. Then Naruto had driven into the Uchiha driveway, and after a long, inaudible discussion on the patio (not to mention several glances in her direction), the boys had disappeared around the Uchiha house and into the backyard. Apparently, she wasn't worth their time. The oldest Uchiha sibling, Itachi, had come over to say hello, and even helped them move some of the heavier furniture. He was so sweet, so helpful, and soooo hot! But she quickly discovered he already had a girlfriend. Sakura had another cold shower and daydreamed about the air conditioner her parents had been promising for a week now. The holidays were killing her!

She watched television, surfed on the net, and then rang her new friend Ino Yamanaka to see if she was busy, realising too late that she had just interrupted her, mid-coitus.

Having hung up the phone, Sakura groaned. Everyone but her was getting laid. Then she jumped, startled as the cordless phone in her hand suddenly rang. It was her mother, reminding her to water the garden. She always worried about that, and Sakura always needed reminding.

The pinkette rolled her eyes. 'You and your shrubs, mother.'

Her parents were visiting friends for a few days, which at least gave Sakura some freedom for a while. So, she left the house and walked around the side to grab the hose. She was wearing short shorts and a small singlet, showing off her shape. She never tanned easily, just burnt in the sun. In the corner of her eye, she noted that Sasuke and Naruto were still in the Uchiha front yard, now both staring at her. They did this quite often. Naruto leant against the patio railing, while Sasuke stood rigidly in the shadow of the tree – both just watching her. She did not appreciate being turned into a spectacle, especially by two hot guys who didn't have the decency to speak to her instead of ogling!

But despite her annoyance at their stares, she had never once gone over there and berated them for it. Was she scared of them? They were both so popular at school that one bad word out of her mouth would send an army of fan girls to her house with pitchforks and flame torches. She shivered involuntarily.

But they wouldn't stop staring. Sakura hosed down the carnations and sunflowers (or whatever flower that was, that her mother was into this month) and spun around to face her audience. Sasuke's face remained impassive but even from this distance she could see the grin spreading across Naruto's.

'That is it!'

Fuming, Sakura stalked over to them. "What the hell do you two think you're staring at?"

"You," Sasuke said, nonchalantly and Naruto chuckled.

"Well, stop it!"

"No." The raven haired boy did not look intimidated by her, or offended. Naruto continued to grin at her.

She frowned. "Why not?"

Sasuke sighed and the blonde answered for him. "Because you're so fucking hot."

She felt her jaw drop. 'W-what did you say?"

Naruto jumped over the patio railing and landed lithely on the ground next to his friend. "I said you're hot. Only an idiot wouldn't want to fuck you."

That inner voice of hers flared up.

'Oh really, then why have neither of you tried?'

But outside of her head, she didn't know what to say. She was frustrated at their behaviour and a little turned on by the expressions they were both now casting her way, but the strongest sensation was the dancing butterflies forming in her stomach.

Sasuke saved her. "Naruto and I are best friends. We have been since before we could pronounce the words properly. So when we both saw you when you first moved in and both wanted to fuck you, we couldn't. Do you see the dilemma?"

Slowly, she nodded her head, mute and in shock.

'The bonds of friendship are more important to them than a contest to get laid.'

So, he was saying that he and Naruto don't ever compete with each other over girls. Most male friends entered these kinds of contests with each other. Sakura had learnt this the hard way at her old school, having lost her virginity to a guy who just wanted to win a bet with his friends. And even though Sasori hadn't made a bet with his friends to sleep with her (that she knew of), she had fucked him enough times to know that life was just plain cruel. It had just been sex for him, anyway.

But because of her natural tendency toward secrecy and respect for her own private life, people thought she was less experienced than she really was.

"Normally," Naruto said seriously, "teme and I have entirely different tastes in girls. This makes it easier not to ruin our friendship. We've never wanted to fuck the same girl like this before."

Sakura's eyes widened. 'Like what?'

She swallowed heavily, struggling to control her breathing under the intense glare of them both. They looked so collected, yet ravenous at the same time.

"And me?" She asked, only half-heartedly wanting to know the answer.

Sasuke smiled. She had yet to see him do that. It was always boredom, irritation or a smirk on his face. "It seems we've reached an impasse," he stated. "And there's only one option left, other than pretending from here on out, that you don't exist."

"Which is very difficult," Naruto added, his eyes raking her body. "Especially when you're dressed like that." He indicated to her skimpy clothes and she narrowed her eyes at him warningly.

He grinned. "All we're saying is this needs an immediate resolution."

Sakura felt suddenly wary. "What kind of resolution?"

"A three-way," Sasuke said matter-of-factly, making the pinkette blush profusely.

"Or one at a time," Naruto interjected, "if the idea of a threesome creeps you out."

Sakura was having trouble breathing. The two hottest guys in school were both attracted to her, and wanted her AT THE SAME TIME! She forced herself to calm down, not wanting to give herself a stroke. It was hot enough already, even though she was shaded under the large tree that stood in Sasuke's front yard.

While Sasuke looked his usual, aloof self, Naruto's face conveyed hope and just a hint of concern. It was incredibly cute.

'Oh my god girl, they both want to fuck you! Calm the fuck down and just jump them already!'

She knew she wanted to, and that just the thought of sliding naked between them was getting her hot, but she worried all the same. What would happen after? Would they just go back to staring at her from across the road anyway? Or would they revert to their first option and decide to pretend she didn't exist? She really didn't want to be used again. It was an old song for her.

Sakura inhaled deeply, and they waited patiently, noting her concern. But neither attempted to alleviate her worries – they wanted her to make this decision herself, no pressure. Still, in some small, twisted way, that inner voice of hers was right. And with that thought, she decided, holding herself straight and taking a deep breath before speaking.

"I've had a threesome before. They don't scare me."

Both boys were surprised by her audacity, but Sasuke hid it well.

Naruto grinned at her. "So you're all for it?"

She nodded and both of them inhaled softly, as if in anticipation.

"Sure," she said, "as long as this isn't some trick to humiliate me."

"Why would we do that?"

She pulled a face at the blonde and he chuckled. Sasuke stood straight; he had been leaning against the tree. He smirked.

"Your place or mine?"

Naruto burst out laughing and Sakura giggled. "Do you have air-conditioning?"

The Uchiha nodded.

"You don't?" Naruto asked. "In this heat?"

She sighed. "My parents are lazy asses."

"Come on," Naruto took her hand, "let's get you inside."

Sakura was nervous yes, considering whose house this was and what they were about to do. That threesome she had had was with Sasori and a girl who lived down the road from him, called Karin. Sakura knew her from Sasuke's fan club, but had had no idea that she'd had her eyes on Sasori as well.

'That should've been my first hint,' she thought.

Sakura noted how much nicer the Uchiha house was compared to hers – not just the sweet cool air from the air con, but the more expensive furniture, the uncluttered wall cabinets that hinted they had a professional cleaner, but also the glass back patio doors and the bone white walls and fixtures. She was glad she hadn't invited the boys back to her place.

"Teme's room is upstairs," Naruto said, after Sakura declined their offer of 'nourishments' in the kitchen.

He led the way, with the pinkette in the middle. She smirked at that. Sasuke's room was a surprise to Sakura. There were no posters of naked or half naked women, and he had an adjoining bathroom. But the bed covers were a dark blue and he had his own entertainment system – a HD TV, surround sound, desktop computer (and a laptop sitting next to it), and with stereo system hooked up that could shake the furniture.

Sasuke noticed her approval and smirked. "You should see Itachi's room."

Sakura turned toward the bed. It was king sized. Naruto and Sasuke were already shirtless, and she sighed at their intrigued expressions. They were waiting for her to even the playing field. This gave her a boost of confidence.

She giggled. "You two are so typical."

She lifted her singlet over her head, revealing the white, lacy bra underneath, and dumped it on the floor. Sakura then sat on the edge of the bed, undid her shorts, and slipped them off. The boys were clearly every excited, by both her barely covered breasts and the slight shape under her white and pink knickers.

Sakura giggled again. "Come on, don't leave a girl hanging."

They undid their respective pants, pulling down their underwear and climbed onto the bed – Sasuke on the right, Naruto on the left. She realised suddenly that they'd had threesomes with girls before – well perhaps with four of them. There was this rumour shortly after Sakura had arrived in Konoha, that Sasuke and Naruto had been caught on school grounds having sex with two girls. It had been a very erotic rumour.

She wondered briefly if it had had less to do with their friendship, and more to do with actual girlfriends, or something like that. The rumours never did say for sure, but it was implied.

Sakura licked her lips, eyeing them off. They were both well endowed, though Sasuke looked about half an inch longer. She tore her eyes away from their limp organs and pushed herself backwards on the bed. She wanted a little foreplay first. They both grinned at her – though Sasuke's was more like a smirk – clearly seeing who she would choose first. A little teasing was in order. She wanted to fuck Sasuke more than Naruto, but didn't want the blonde to realise this, so she summoned him over to her with a wiggle of her finger. She gave him permission to remove her bra, and then as Naruto lowered his lips to her hardened nipples, she shifted her right leg to indicate without words for Sasuke to move. He repositioned himself and slid his fingers under her panties, pulling them off of her in one swift movement.

Sakura moaned, her left hand playing with Naruto's hair as Sasuke spread her legs. She was already wet from the attention so far. He noticed this and ran his fingers along the inside of her thighs before dipping his head between them. Sasuke's tongue played with her clitoris and she sighed with contentment. He nibbled it softly for a moment and then moved his exploration to her wet sex, parting her folds with his fingers.

Sasuke tongue fucked her roughly, and she arched her back, her body shuddering uncontrollably. At the sound of her cries, Naruto moved his mouth off of her breasts (his left hand continued to squeeze them alternatively) and travelled up to her throat, her jaw line, her cheek and then finally, she parted her lips to let him in. His kiss was tantalising, his tongue on fire as she wrapped an arm around the back of his head, pulling him to her to deepen the kiss. And boy did Naruto know how to kiss!

She was on sensory overdrive; Sasuke's thrusting sending involuntary shivers of warmth upward through her body, as Naruto occupied her nipples and mouth in a wave of groans emanating from them both.

She bit Naruto's bottom lip as Sasuke grinded her pussy. It was all too much to bear, and letting the shudder of her body take control, she came into Sasuke's mouth. Sakura tried to control her breathing as both boys pulled away. She was so blissful right then, not quite recovered when they switched places. After Naruto made her come again, she realised that he was better at the kissing, while Sasuke was better at getting the juices flowing.

She sat up with great effort, and noticed that both boys were almost erect. Just the sight of her, flustered, flushed and naked was enough to give their dicks a 'leg up', but turning her on had taken them so much higher. It was her turn. She grabbed both their dicks gently, Naruto's in her left hand, Sasuke's in her right, and started to rub them softly, making both of their faces glaze over as the pleasure took hold.

She sucked on Naruto first, giving him throbbing, before moving onto Sasuke's. Sakura was enjoying herself. For the first time since she had walked in on Sasori and Karin fucking in his living room, the pinkette was actually having fun. She licked, caressed, and sucked their dicks, letting the full lengths of their shafts enter her mouth, but once they were both sufficiently hard, the muscles aching to release, she pulled away.

So far, Sakura had played nice, giving them equal attention. But her urge to fuck Sasuke was the strongest and she no longer intended on ignoring this. Still, the deal had been that she fucked them both, at the same time, and if she was going to let Naruto fuck her arse, she was going to do it right. The walls inside there were easier to tear, as there was no cum to moisten it.

She cleared her throat. "Sasuke, do you have any kind of lubricant?"

"Hn."

The boys realised what she was up to when she squirted the lubricant Sasuke had handed her onto her hands and started to lather Naruto's penis. He was quite enjoying it, she could tell. He didn't seem to mind that she wanted Sasuke at the front. His endearing smile and pleasant temperament had her bedazzled. If she was up to it after, she would let him in the front after, but Sakura had never had a three-way like this before, and wasn't about to make a promise to herself that she would not be too exhausted to keep.

Sasuke had also collected a box of condoms from his bedside drawer and Sakura waited as he put one on. He and Naruto sat on their calves – facing each other – with Sakura between them, facing Sasuke. With Sasuke sheathed and Naruto lubricated, Sakura lifted herself over the best friends, using Sasuke for support as Naruto held his hands to her hips to steady her balance. The bulbous tips of their lengths lifted up to meet her wet sex as the boys rose to their knees and Sakura let out an involuntary half-scream as they both entered her.

'Kami, that is good…'

It was so different as well. With her legs apart as far as they could go in this position, Sasuke and Naruto both helped to support her. She moved with them, moaning in delight with every thrust, every grind that sent her senses into overdrive once more. Her body trembled without permission and she barely noticed that Naruto was using his left hands to fondle her breasts from behind while Sasuke had taken to fiddling with her clitoris, his fingers rubbing circles around the bud. Kami, this was heaven!

While Naruto pressed up against her and kissed her left earlobe every time his dick dug deeper, she held tightly to Sasuke's shoulders as he stared intently into her eyes, their foreheads pressed together. He seemed unable to speak, only exhaling deep moans that coincided with his own, thrusts.

Sakura barely had to move her own hips, being pounded so deeply from both ends, but she kept the momentum going nonetheless, not wanting to let the boys do all the work. The look on Sasuke's face showed that he appreciated it, and Naruto started to whisper his dirty thoughts to her, his warm breath tickling her ear.

Sakura could feel herself starting to climax.

"I'm… almost… there.."

She mewled, the words erupting out of her in between half-screaming groans, and the boys moaned their agreement. They pushed harder, grinding faster and her breasts were bouncing up and down now, her body rising and falling with greater speed. After a few minutes, they pressed themselves tightly to her, so much so that Sasuke's chest was now inhibiting the bobbing of her breasts. His head rested on her right shoulder, Naruto's on her left.

Three… two… one…

Sakura cried out as she came, and then groaned with a tremble of her body as both boys let looses inside of her. Except that Naruto's cum filled the passage in her arse, while Sasuke leaked into the condom he was still wearing. God, she was buggered. She didn't move, trying to regain some energy before separating herself from the boys. They didn't seem to want to move either, both still resting inside of her. Sakura closed her heavy eyelids, intending on just resting for a moment.

Sasuke realised she was falling asleep from the exhaustion and lifted her head up. "Naruto, we better move before she passes out."

Sakura made a soft, mewl of complaint as they pulled out of her that was greeted by satisfied smirks as they laid her back against the pillows on Sasuke's bed.

"I think we wore her out, teme."

"Fuck Naruto, what was your first clue?"

"No need to get snappy… is she asleep?"

Sasuke looked down at the pinkette, whose eyes were now tightly shut. "Yeah, I think so."

"Damn, she was good."

Sasuke smiled at that. "Yeah, I was surprised too."

"But…" The blonde trailed off.

Sasuke knew his friend too well. "You want a frontal fuck."

It wasn't a question.

Naruto sighed, his eyes trailed down Sakura's body, from those full, glistening breasts, down to that delicious pussy of hers. He was an unusual creature, one moment wanting to push his raw shaft into her sex hard and fast, the next satisfied with the arse fuck and ready to leave. Sasuke smirked at him, knowing he had no intention of asking any more of the pinkette.

"Where are you going, teme?"

"To have a shower, dobe. Stay with her in case she wakes up."

Sakura didn't feel Naruto lay down next to her, or his fingers brushing the hair out of her eyes. He continued to rape her with his eyes however, sighing as he knew also that nothing more was going to happen here. She also didn't hear the ring tone on his mobile or his cussing as he jumped off the bed and answered his phone. It was his mother and he was expected home.

"Yeah, I'm at teme's place, alright, I'm coming home."

He hung up on her. Naruto dressed and shook Sakura softly. She was under deep, so he let her be and exited the house. Sasuke knew him well enough to know he'd have left under protest, so he didn't concern himself. Teme wouldn't be rousing on him anytime soon.

Sakura woke up a little while later, alone in Sasuke's bed, naked but under the covers. Someone had made sure she felt comfortable when she woke up. She waited for a minute, then realised that she was indeed alone. Annoyed, she got out of the bed and found her clothes, dressing absentmindedly. But more than annoyed, she was embarrassed. She still couldn't believe she had just had sex with both Sasuke and Naruto at the same time. She heard a sound coming from the kitchen when her feet touched the bottom of the internal staircase a few minutes later. She was torn between her desire to just run for it, and the scent in the air of food cooking. The overwhelming smell of sex lingering in Sasuke's bedroom had driven her out of there as she'd hurriedly dressed, and even though she was now decent and had recovered from her 'encounter', she was suddenly wary about facing Sasuke again.

That was a different kind of threesome, where she had been the centre of attention, so she still felt uneasy about it. She'd felt her insides pressed from both ends to an extreme she couldn't put into words. It made her giddy just thinking about it. Once upon a time, she worried if she ever had a threesome that she'd become some kind of slut, which she now knew had nothing to do with it, but one more time in that position, pressed against two hot and very male bodies and it was likely to push her over the edge. And despite how horny this unusual heatwave in Konoha had made her feel, she still valued relationships more than sex.

'But not by much.'

'Shut up!'

That was so not true.

'I hate you, inner Sakura.'

"Sakura?"

She mentally slapped herself. She'd let out a soft gasp at the strange thoughts going through her head, and now Sasuke's voice was acting like a magnet and she was being pulled into the kitchen.

"You don't have to run off in shame," he said.

She noticed Naruto was nowhere to be seen. "I'm not ashamed of what we did."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Pickles."

She couldn't help the giggles. "What?"

He looked serious. "I like pickles. What about you? You can help yourself to anything you want."

"Why?"

"Sex makes me hungry," he said blandly.

"I have food at my house I can eat."

"But you don't have air-conditioning."

Sakura frowned at him. "If you want me to stay and eat your food, then just come right out and say it."

"I want you to stay and eat my food."

"Alright, but I hate pickles."

He smirked. "So you'd prefer something a bit more sweet?"

"Yep."

"I can't stand anything too sweet," he said, watching her raid his fridge, expressionless.

His eyes trailed over her body instinctively, but what was taking centre stage in his mind was the fluttering of his heart. Naruto had clearly left, but had sent Sasuke a text that he'd scratched his itch. It meant that he was returning to trying to seduce Hinata Hyuuga. The girl was virginal, beautiful and had favourably sized breasts. The downside? She was high society, and for Naruto, 'untouchable'. Sasuke had never seen Naruto and Hinata in the same room together, so he wasn't sure if the Hyuuga would go for his friend or not. Still, he wished his best mate good luck.

'He's gonna need it.'

And of course, that meant that if he wanted to, Sasuke could have Sakura all to himself. He really wanted to. He couldn't explain his need for her with words. Until now, he'd thought that all it was was that he wanted to fuck her. But he had just done that, and this strange feeling was still there. He wasn't a complete idiot. He knew now that he had feelings for her. But how deep could they possibly run? After all, he didn't actually know her all that well, if at all.

"Are you okay, Sasuke?" Sakura asked realising the Uchiha was deep in thought.

He just nodded, so she ate her meal quietly. He kept his eyes on her the whole time, and she was reminded of how he and Naruto had been staring at her outside this house. She pushed her plate away.

"So, it's back to the whole staring thing again, huh?" She asked, pouting but not actually annoyed.

Sasuke smirked. "Hn. You're still wearing that outfit."

"It's a singlet and shorts Sasuke, it's hardly an outfit."

"Well, it's turning me on, either way."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not fucking you again."

He sighed, disappointed. "While sleeping with you again, is definitely on my mind, there's something else I wanted to ask you."

"What is it?"

"My father's hosting the policeman's ball this weekend –"

"And what, you want me to be your date?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Then what –"

"I never go to those stupid dances," he said matter-of-factly. "Itachi does. I wanted to know if you'll go out with me, somewhere far, far away from the ridiculous ball."

Sakura stood up, walked over to him, and stopped only a few inches away. "You want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Forget it!" He snapped. "If you're going to be sarcastic about it –"

She cut him off with a kiss, throwing her arms around his neck and hesitating only for a moment, Sasuke returned the kiss, his hands falling to her waist. She tantalized him with her tongue, sending shivers down his spine. Okay, he was falling for her, but these emotions were still confusing to him. He had never been in love before….

Sakura pulled out of the kiss and rested her forehead on his. "What about that speech you and Naruto gave me about how friends come first?"

"Well, Naruto's gone back to trying to seduce Hinata Hyuuga."

"Really?"

"Hn."

"Who's Hinata Hyuuga?"

Sasuke laughed softly. "I forgot you're new in town. You haven't heard about the Hyuuga family?"

"The family yes, but not Hinata. None of their names are familiar to me."

"Well anyway," he said, not wanting to dwell on that. "Will you go out with me?"

"Oh yes Sasuke-kun, most definitely, yes."

He leant in to kiss her again and lifted her up to sit on the kitchen table. Despite her earlier comment, Sasuke was suddenly hard, and lowered his hand to caress her clothed breasts. She moaned into his mouth, her lips parted to let him in. He really wanted it, right now, so to coax her he rubbed her nipples with both thumbs, in circular motions. This elicited a soft mewl of appreciation from her mouth. He pressed his erection against her and her eyes widened, realising how much he wanted from her.

But before she could stop him, he unzipped his jeans to release his readied flesh. He pulled her shorts down to her ankles, spread her legs, parted her knickers at her wet sex, and slammed into her core without a moment's hesitation. She half-screamed, both shocked, and excited by the sudden penetration. He groaned as her hands flew out, knocking kitchen utensils onto the floor.

Sakura rolled her eyes. Okay, so she was fucking him again after all. He was incorrigible. It had to be that Uchiha dominating streak she'd heard so much about. She leant backward against the table with her hands for support and cried out, moving her hips down to meet his.

"S-Sasuke-kun! Harder! Aah!"

He groaned. "Fucking hell."

His hands lifted her singlet and pulled the straps of her bra down to expose her breasts without removing any articles of clothing. He cupped her breasts, thrusting harder now, and biting her bottom lip softly. He hadn't given her time to moisten, but she was already partway there, feeling his erection and his hands on her. Sakura called out Sasuke's name, swearing and moaning her pleasure at the top of her lungs, writhing under his grasp.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He grunted in time with every plunge.

Sasuke grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her toward him with every thrust heightening the sensation. The table shook dangerously underneath them but they ignored it. He continued to grind her, and a few minutes later, they both came together. Sasuke rested his head on her shoulders, still nestled inside of her, and she ran her hands through his dark hair lovingly. It was so exhausting; he couldn't believe he'd gotten it all out so easily. He knew from experience that he couldn't handle too much sex in one day. But this was close to the last time and he planned to take the rest of the day to recuperate.

Sakura lifted his head to look in his eyes. "That's what you get for not asking for permission first."

She'd noted his extreme fatigue and laced her words with sarcasm, but her mouth twitched into a seductive smile and he returned the affection.

"Come on," he said, kissing her swiftly and pulling away. "Let's go up to my room."

Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out what he was planning, as she slid off the table and fixed her clothes.

Sasuke smirked. "Don't worry, I won't be trying that again for today. But my house has air-conditioning, and better yet, my bed still smells of sex."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright, but just keep her hands and… other things where they should be."

He grinned at her wickedly and having turned away from him, she didn't notice the mischievous glint in his eyes.

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Ooc: quick update!

I'll be closing asks for a moment

I've been thinking lately to change the direction of this askblog..

I really want to focus more on lore, writing, making comics etc rather than answering asks.

I don't really like doing this, not anynore, and I feel pretty pressured about it... I never liked answering stuff, especially when all the asks are pretty much the same, most of them aren't even worth my time, and I'm getting bored of replying for the 50th time to "cool horns".

I don't enjoy making stupid doodles because I know my art is better than this, and feeling pressure of coming up with several of these a day when I want to be consistent, this is what made me have so many burn outs during summer.

Plus, I've been changing a lot of Ranler's lore. As you may know, I left the onceler fandom. And to be honest, I never left like Ran ever was a -ler... When I made him, I got several comments on how "people won't like him cuz he doesn't look like a onceler enough". And I don't care, because I never really saw him as one anyway, and I've been trying to force myself too much to include "lorax" parts in his backstory, trying to stretch everything so it fits, but it was never enough, people weren't satisfied and I also never was satisfied, I've always wanted to get rid of the "onceler mold", because I feel so restricted by trying to fit my characters in it, and it just doesnt fit with who ranler is.

I'm current spending a lot of time on rewriting his whole backstory, to finally make it feel right. Getting rid of the "lorax" elements is so freeing, I can't explain how much I'm enjoying writing his character now that I have 0 restrictions anymore.

So yea, I'll be closing asks for a moment. I'll maybe answer to the most interesting ones I still have in my inbox, don't be upset if I don't reply to all of them, I just want to do what feels right and what I actually like. When I'm done rewriting his lore, I may start making more serious posts on this blog, lore related, roleplays, fanfiction maybe, comics, etc... Asks will still be open then, but I will only reply to things that seems important, and the blog won't be an ask-only-blog but more like a general oc blog. Same thing for @ask-swordtail , if I'm not too overwhelmed, but at least he isn't as popular as Ranler's blog so the asks actually make sense, and I don't need to rewrite anything because he never was in the onceler fandom in the first place. I don't really know what I'll do with the other AU blogs, I'll see in the future.

Anyway thank you for listening to whatever this is, lol, I hope you understand<3 when I'm done I'll probably post the new toyhouse links and make another announcement, as well as cleaning up the old posts... Don't worry, if you want to keep an archive or something, I always reblogged anything I did on here on my main, so you'll still be able to find them if you dig deep enough.

-grem

[deadn30n]

blog notice

hey ya'll, i'm going to spare the nitty gritty details and simply say that going forward from today, i'm on a roughly ( 3 month ) extended leave of absence from my job due to the severity of my health issues. i've been struggling quite a bit and i may have to face surgery in the coming weeks, so i am taking time off work

this has, of course, significantly freed up my time. i'll probably be more active here, but as my migraines have been getting more frequent and more painful, i cannot promise consistent activity. i already labeled this blog as low activity but i feel the need to put this out on the table so everyone understands!

it also affects my ability to uphold ooc conversations, so if i seem... well, distant or less responsive, you know why. i missed nearly a whole week of work last week due to a 7 day long migraine, and the attacks don't seem to be improving.

i'm seeing medical professionals and a neurologist, as well as someone for my right wrist which seems to be locking up a lot more lately. most mornings i can't move my hand well for the first half hour i'm awake so that isn't good lmfao

that being said, i'm going to pour as much time as i can into rping on here, as well as vtubing, while monitoring my health. i appreciate everyone's patience and understanding as i go through with this, bc it's kinda scary sldkjghd i'm hoping no surgery is needed but if they gotta do it, they gotta do it. i'll know more on thursday when i go to my doctor's appointment

[dxctorstephenstrange]

OOC: Frustrated Rant Incoming. Strap In.

// Okay, I need to say a few things, because if I don't, it's going to fester and burn inside me, and that's not good for my mental health. If, after you read what I'm about to say, you've decided you've had enough of my shit, find the Unfollow button next to my blog name and click it. I'm too angry right now to get all gooey around the edges and beg you to understand and sympathize. Here goes...

I have posted here several times, lamenting that I haven't found the time or muse to come back fully and write for Stephen. I could've easily quit and peaced out, assuming that neither would come back to me enough to continue, but I stuck with it in the hopes that the stars would align in my favor.

I just need people to understand that there are justifiable reasons for me being absent. To wit: 1. Real life is a bitch, and gets in the way of my more enjoyable endeavors whenever it jolly well feels like it. There's nothing I can do about that except roll with it in the hopes that the clouds will part and the way will be clear for me. There's work; there are household matters; there are medical issues; plenty of things about real life are more than happy to build a road block in front of anyone wanting to kick back and express themselves creatively.

2. My depression rollercoaster has added a lot more dips and curves that I've had to ride lately, so even when I might find a moment or two to sneak in, I've likely been strapped into a seat on that ride and forced to endure it. If you're fortunate enough to not suffer from severe clinical depression, be as thankful as you possibly can, but also be mindful of the havoc it can wreak on others. One day you're as up as you can be, and later - even that same day - you can be free-falling into despair. Also, if you do suffer from depression, be mindful that it affects everyone a bit differently. What works for you may not work for me, and vice versa.

3. If you and I talk outside of Tumblr - mainly through Discord (Shatterhand2049) - you may notice that I'm not too good at initiating discussions. The reason is that I always believe I'm bugging people by messaging them, or that people just plain don't want to talk to me; otherwise, they'd message me. I'd like to believe I'm wrong on both counts, but I don't know that unless I ask, which is a whole other flavor of awkward. Just, please: Do not assume I don't give a shit because I'm not messaging you. Nothing could be further from the truth. If you're wondering what's going on, for the love of all that's holy: ASK. Don't wait until I finally come back and work up the nerve to reach out, and then be pissed off at me or act all aloof and distant. I shouldn't have to go into Columbo mode and suss out of you why you're coming off like you don't care anymore.

It's not like I expected a fucking ticker-tape parade or happy tears and hugs when I finally found the time and muse to return here. It's not that big a deal; I'm back, so if you feel like writing, let's do this.

Just...don't treat me like a schmuck, okay? Don't make me feel like I shouldn't have even bothered. We've all been where I was; it just took way longer for me than it may have ever taken for you. Nothing I can do about that except just keep pushing through the bedlam until I find an open space. Now I've found one. Don't make me feel like I should just crawl back into the chaos and stay there.

And, if you're out there thinking I'm being passive-aggressive or whatever by writing this, well...tough shit. I don't really care how my message is perceived, quite frankly; I only care that it's seen. Again, if you don't like my attitude, you know how to unfollow/block me. I'm not going to beg for understanding. I'm a bit too fed up at the moment to drop to my knees and plead to be spared.

Okay; enough of this horseshit. Game on.

[thenexusofsouls]

I can definitely explain more/give you an ooc rundown, and don’t worry! Rp should be fun, not stressful. I’ve been having some issues with asks/submissions going through lately, so that’s the only reason I asked

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{i am the caretaker of souls} Oh, it is fun! I’m just one of those people whose creativity and ability to write drastically wanes when I’m under a lot of stress. Also work has been intense lately, so my free time to write is limited. I’ve got one more week of hell at work and then we get into some holidays and time off before the end-of-semester crunch in mid-December, so I hope to have more time to write in the next few weeks.

But yeah, if you want to give me a rundown, that would be really helpful, I’d appreciate that so much. Then I can tackle some of these Nat asks when I’ve got a bit more time to do so. I know that they were in a relationship and were seeing each other in secret, and then they were found out and had their memories of each other erased? That’s... literally all I know, haha. So not much. XD My Marvel comics knowledge is limited to Wanda, Vision, and a little Pietro, and even that knowledge is like 20 years old haha. *headdesk*

And ugh, Dumblr has really been screwing up everything lately. My notifications are almost nonexistent, or I’ll be notified sometimes days after something was posted, which is oh so helpful. Or it’ll tell me ten times that something was replied to, but for several other replies posted around the same time it won’t give me even one notification. I’ve been having a problem with my inboxes disappearing too? Where I can’t see or access them on the mobile app but they’re still there on the desktop version. Dumblr get your shit together please!

[xkotaro16w]

Can I request a scenario of What leona would do if his s/o just came up to him one day and just straight smacked his ass, would they be able to walk away safely-?

—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙶𝙽!𝚂/𝙾—

Summary: Scenario/short scenario where Leona gets smacked on his butt from his S/O.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.  

TW: N/SFW, blood, fingering, dirty talk, spanking, begging, bruises, degradation, semi public, grammatical error, OOC.  

A/N: A LATE B’DAY PRESENT 4 THIS BOI MUEHEHEHEHE EAJBWGJABWGAWGMJBAWJG (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ I GOT STUCK WHEN I WROTE THIS BUT HEY, IM BACK AGAIN ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ ALSO IM BUSY W/ MY RL RN- BUT IT’S OK EHEHEHE, DID I MAKE THIS 2 MUCH? HOPE U LIKE IT-

Strolling around the school ground to reach the Botanical Garden is one of the daily activities of the dorm leader of Savannaclaw. The lion beastman opens his mouth involuntarily with a prolonged as he walks with leisurely pace.

As soon as he arrives at the Botanical Garden, one of his hands pushes the glass door to get into the garden, with the main purpose is to take a nap. At least, that’s what he was aiming for from the very beginning.

Several noises make his lion ears move rapidly, along with a presence and its scent coming closer and nearer to him. Before he could turn to face the person, a palm lands on his butt harshly until it creates a loud sound that reverberated throughout the garden.

His tail becomes straight as a ruler, a small and low gasp escapes his lips, not too loud but loud enough for you to notice. In mere seconds, his face turns around to see who the hell did this shameful action against the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah.

“Oi! Why the fuck did you-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you turn around as if you want to run away and don’t want to take a responsibility towards your own action.

His face glowers, his brows almost touching each other, yet his eyes don’t show any anger, still dangerous for an herbivore like you. A palm suddenly grabs and squeezes your upper arm to stop you from escaping.

A pair of emerald eyes are staring deeply at you, the lion looks at you with great concentration as if you are its next meal. Your eyes couldn’t take it off, you swallow hard enough for him to hear.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, herbivore? Aren’t you a bold one? Smacked a prince’s ass as if it was nothing and ran away. Do you know if you hit a royalty, you need to be punished?” Leona proceeds to slam you against the wall and licks his lips.

Before you could explain to him the real purpose of you smacking his butt, a large palm grasps your neck to keep you still and he smacks his lips into the crook of your neck, bites it hard, hard enough to bleed.

His other hand roams your entire body, starts to unbutton your shirt and teases your sensitive nipples. He peeks at you while you're trying to hold back your moans, someone might come to the garden and hear or see the two of you fucking in a broad daylight.

You could feel his grin on your shoulder as he marks you more. His large palm starts to move downwards to tease your genital, as if he’s trying to make you moan louder and louder, loud enough for the whole school to hear it.

Two fingers enter your hole in a slow pace, teasing the hell out of you. He knows it very well; you’re actually really want it that bad since you smacked his ass. Leona smirks wider and approaches your ears.

“So fuckin’ wet, is that why you smacked my ass?~” his voice is getting deeper and huskier, making your hole twitch, this man realizes what he did to your hole.

In between your moans, you try your best to tell him to stop teasing you and just make you cum already. How needy, you make the lion laughs at your sweet beg. It seems like his herbivore just want to have their hole full with his manhood and cum.

Leona sticks out her fingers which makes your hole feels empty. When he holds your hand, he changed the position so your chest is touching the wood and your back is facing him. He himself is also impatient after what you did to his butt.

You glance out from the corner of your eyes and see him starting to unbuckle his pants. You’re staring at his manhood too much that you’re even very surprised at him snapping his hips and stretches your hole with his huge manhood in an instant.

“Sl-slow down~” A tear comes out from your eyes when he immediately pushes it in wholly.

What a shame, you couldn’t hold back your moan anymore, because of the way he pounds into you from behind roughly and fast. Your body jolts with pain and pleasure when he spanks your ass twice harder than when you did to him.

Another tear streams on your face and makes your cheek wetter. What a perfect sight for the lion beastman. One of your hands grip his hand, scratches his skin until it leaves bruises because you couldn’t control yourself again.

Quivering and letting out loud moaning noises that sounds like a perfect melody to his ears. The way you clench and tighten around his manhood make him go feral. His hand clenches on your hips and sinks his nail into it, leaving bruises.

“Fuckin’ herbivore, rutting for my cock in a midday with no shame~” He hisses and spanks your ass once more.

Straightening his back and thrusts furiously into you until you cum. After another few thrusts, his juice fills you up perfectly. A warm, thick load. A deep growl escapes from his mouth and chest, his lips make its way to mark the last mark on your neck.

“Don’t you ever smack my ass like that again, herbivore.” Giving you a warning that the next time you do that again, it's going to be much messier and rougher than this.

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.