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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 months ago

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just a man

Synopsis: on the night of Shibuya, Kusakabe wrestles with his obligation to aid his fellow sorcerers and risk his life. Normally the pretty bartender that he and Kento both like to share after hours, he decides to visit you alone before he does. Spinoff of a drabble I made.

Words: 6.1k 🖤

CW: MINORS DNI, XFEM!READER, SMUT(P IN V, SEMI PUBLIC PDA (ELEVATOR) FINGERING, CUM EATING, DOGGY STYLE, BREAST & NIPPLE PLAY, SPANK, ROUGH SEX, ORAL F RECEIVING) DANGER, LITTLE ANGST, CANON DIVERGENCE, MIGHT BE SPOILERS

A/n: yes, this is a repost. Since the original failed to show in the tags. Trying to see if this will get more interaction. Thank you for reading if this is your first time 🫶🏽 and my deepest most gracious thank you to those who did already read and reblog and comment.

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

The dampened streets of Shinjuku are far from asleep despite the nighttime wandering into the darkened hours past midnight.

A chill laced with something ominous in the late petrichor-ridden air of October delivered a rush of restlessness throughout Atsuya Kusakabe's body as he stared into the night, the illuminating residual of neon signs painting a a rosy halo around his form.

His darkened eyes solemnly scan the crowds of young passerbys donning their eclectic outfits in light of the Halloween holiday, joyfully ignorant to the heavy knowledge he possessed of a greater storm that was brewing in the district of Tokyo just south of where he stood.

He got the call, he just didn't want to go. Truthfully, why was he needed when other first grade sorcerers such as the likes of Kento Nanami were already there?

There was something different about tonight's mission. He could feel it. He spent his whole life running from things that seemed so big and insurmountable. Yet he chose a life that regularly brushed elbows with danger.

The modern pressures of life can cause one to make choices uncharacteristic of them in the name of survival.

He was being selfish, but was wanting to stay alive really a selfish thing to want? Or was it a wise and sensible thing to hope for?

Jujutsu Sorcery didn't need to be this big dramatic display of self-sacrifice all the time. Chasing nobility in hopes of carrying the outward label of martyr while you wouldn't even be alive to see it was a fool's errand in his eyes. But it clashed with the institution he committed to whose sole mission was to produce sorcerers capable of such selfless acts to serve the non-sorcerer sphere of humankind.

What kind of hypocrite would he be if he failed to show up for the battle he'd beaten every last lesson in the book of preparedness into the mind of his students?

Before he joins them, he figures he'll make one more stop.

It might be the last time after all, experiencing that divine warmth your eyes exuded that made moments feel like a lifetime. Temporary solace he sought somewhere at the bottom of a glass and between the smoky haze and sensual opulence of an upscale bar past midnight.

Pretty eyes and a mouth that dripped salvation onto his throbbing cock in between sheets that smelled like you and him, delivering him to a heaven on Earth even better than the one in the clouds, one where jujutsu didn't exist.

He just wanted to feel like a man one more time. He would walk the formidable road of danger that was expected of him, but he'd do it on his own terms and at his own leisure.

It was his life, after all. Who could blame him?

He turned and made his way down the alley of Shinjuku suited for self pleasure and indulgence, ironically in the opposite direction of the selfless weight of the noble duty that called him.

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Kusakabe stepped inside to be greeted with the familiar atmosphere of the lavish art deco styled speakeasy where you worked. It was one of many spots in the district where upper classes came to unwind, the motivation of tonight propelled by the autumnal festivities after dark.

The air hung heavy with allure and old money swank that was brought out by worldly imbibement and blackened clouds of burning tobacco from expensive cigars, smooth jazz, clinks of glass and murmured speech, occasionally interrupted with hearty belly laughter coming from certain patrons.

Dim booths that felt mobby with men in fine linen suits, running their gold adorned fingers over the suggestive hosiery of their female companionship. Intimate secrets whispered in ears and lustful gazes over lipstick stained glass rims.

"Hey, darlin...aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You hear his deep, rough voice behind you. You turn gracefully, flashing the handsome acquaintance that disarming smile of yours, noticing his usual, equally handsome companion was not with him.

"Hiya, Kusa! Just you tonight?"

"Just me tonight, doll..." Rugged charm oozes out of his expression, sitting on one of the bar stools directly across from you, a masculine spice gently wafting from him as he opens his coat, stripping it off and handing it to a passing butler who bows and promptly walks away. "Hope that's alright."

"It's more than alright, handsome." You touch his arm and his heart flutters. "Be right back, okay?"

He feels a swell of pride to his ego and he smirks. "Take your time, angel, but don't keep me waiting long, ya hear?"

"I won't, Kusa." You flirtatiously pout your lips.

He looks at you fondly and sits back in his chair as he raises the fresh glass of bourbon to his lips, those oaky eyes lingering on your form as you float away into the haze of smoke and the low enchanting light of the ritzy air of tonight as he loosens his tie.

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Hours later, he beckons you closer when it appears you have a minute to spare and the initial buzz of the night has started to burn out, having graduated to a darker corner of the bar accented by the elegant polished mahogany.

He's clearly in the mood to flirt which you can place immediately with the way he's leaning towards you and how his eyes possess a gleam of playfulness.

But, he wasn't going to be a dick about it. He turns his considerate attention towards you to inquire about your current state,

"How's your week been, sweetheart?" He asks, honey dripping from his voice.

Your lips curl upwards and he all but fails to remove his hungry gaze from the inviting way your gloss makes them look so plump.

"My week has been alright, thank you for asking, Kusa. But a little tiring if I'm honest."

"Mm? Tell me about it."

He can't help but notice you seem a little guarded, as though you were carrying it in your shoulders, keeping him at arms length. He knew from the stiff curve of your smile that you weren't letting him all the way in.

He studies you, tilting his head. "I don't bite, y'know doll..."

You shake your head, scrunching your nose in false coy as you wipe down the bar, "I know you don't, handsome...." Your eyes sharpen briefly as you focus on a stubborn spot.

"....just not used to seeing you here without Kento."

Ah, of course, Kento.

"Heh...you do have a special liking for Kento, don't ya, sweetheart?" He inquiries light-heartedly, raising his glass to his lips.

You shrug, although the shy expression and the warmth you feel in your cheeks gives you away.

"Maybe, I mean, he's very sweet. And handsome..."

Kusakabe smirks while clapping a hand against his chest in feigned offense,

"What 'bout me, doll? I'm not?"

You unseriously roll your eyes as you crack your bar rag against the polished wood before tossing it into the soiled bucket underneath.

"No! Of course you are, Kusa..." You lean in with a sunny smile, your fingers dance along his forearm before you give it a squeeze.

He feels his heart patter in his chest but he disguises it with another smirk,

"M'just giving ya a hard time, doll. I apologize..."

He takes another long sip of his drink, ice cubes leaving his thin lips wet with bourbon as he sighs.

It was no secret that women loved Kento, and you were no exception. Truth was, he was used to being compared to him, but he gave up long ago trying to fill the shoes of Kento Nanami, both in their pursuits as sorcerers and in courting women.

But, despite the sinful arrangement of sharing a pretty woman like you after hours with Kento (that he considered all good in fair fun), sometimes after the heat died down and the throes of passion became more crystal clear as you laid sandwiched between him and his comrade, he found himself falling asleep wondering what it would be like if he had you all to himself.

He eyes you pensively before he looks down, fishing out a fresh lollipop from his pocket and unwrapping it.

"I am a little rough with ya, aren't I?" He sticks the pink lemonade flavored sucker in his mouth.

You grin again, looking down as though the motion could keep the internal fluster at bay.

"I mean, I don't mind that, it's just that he's..."

"More gentle?" He asks, leaning in a little closer to you, moving the stick of the lollipop to the other side of his mouth with smooth intrigue. The soft manner of his question throws you for a loop as you gaze back at him.

There's something curious in his eyes that you haven't seen from him before.

He places his hand on top of yours.

It somehow felt more intimate despite the fact he's explored the deepest parts of you, and seen your face as he and his friend delivered you to heaven countless times before.

"I can be gentle, too, doll..."

He whispers. He notices goosebumps raise on your arm above where he's tracing broad shapes with his thumb on the back of your hand.

Your pretty lips gently part, your bottom lip catching on the tempting shine of your lip gloss.

Kusakabe groans, the heat traveling swiftly in his body and down to his pants.

He has you right where he wants you and he prays you'll stay with him tonight.

"I could show you..." He smiles. "How 'bout I take you somewhere after this, beautiful?"

He notes your slight hesitation. Somehow it felt a little more intimidating knowing it was just him this time. Keeping in mind the rough sex he preferred made you feel slightly weary, since you were used to Kento's gentle and more giving touch to balance it out.

But, here he was promising to show you a good time with just him, and if sweet and slow was what you wanted, he'd give it to you.

"Promise I'll take good care of ya, doll..." He reassures. "You'll be safe with me. We'll go at your pace and if you wanna stop, we'll stop."

You smile and can't help but feel the warmth trickling through your shoulders, the soft way he's looking at you, a man with a gruff shell gazing at you like you're an ethereal goddess sprawled from the sea whom he's cajoling from the cerulean curtains of ocean foam to meet land for the first time.

Asking you like he's only barely allowed to breathe in your presence despite bedding you several times before, and the dark, enchanting brown of his eyes only adds to the flame.

You can't say no to him.

You smile with silent confirmation, and he grins, bringing the back of your hand against his mouth,

"You're an angel, sweetheart, thank you... I'll be waiting out front for ya."

"Okay Kusa, I just need to cash out my drawer but I'll be right there!"

"Course, baby. Take your time. I'll be right outside." He gives you one more charming smile before he retrieves his coat, leaving your mind reeling above the clouds.

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The hotel lobby is equally stuffy but it's heavy and sensual, mirroring the opulence of the speakeasy you just came from, maintaining this area of Shinjuku's reputation for catering to those donning white collars in the upper ranks of wealth.

A couple patrons sit at the bar, cigarette smoke in casual clouds dusting the high embossed gold of the marble ceilings, dull candlelight and vintage luxury on jade velvet couches, tall palm leaves in obsidian pots and dry martinis swirling against the translucent glass as they spoke in low voices.

Kusakabe has you tucked under his arm, his fingers barely ghosting the curve of your ass as his hand sits low on the soft flesh of your hip.

"You wearin that new set Kento and I bought ya, angel...?" His fingers tease along your collarbone.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps and your stomach twists with the promise of what's to come. "Yes, Kusa..."

"Good girl...gonna have to keep it on when I'm going down on ya, sweetheart..."

His husky murmurings in intimate volume only you can hear emulsifies your insides into honey as he slowly stokes the flame, getting you nice and warmed up.

"So pretty, doll. You're always so stunning."

His lips brush the shell of your ear as soon the elevator doors close. You turn to him with heavy lidded eyes and your lips crash together in a frenzy of pent up lust.

He groans into the kiss, his tongue exploring the glossy seam of your lips before you open them and he prods inside with steady, building intention and want. He explores carefully while clutching both sides of your neck tenderly, the whiskey lending itself to his movements, slightly sloppy but somehow it made things even more steamy between you as you drowned in the spicy taste of bourbon with undertones of the sweet pink lemonade sucker weaved in his mouth.

You feel his palms slide under the hem of your shirt, gently replacing it with the subtle chill from his skin sliding up your stomach until both hands come to reside on the soft mounds of your breasts, greeting them with deliberate, teasing swipes of his thumbs over your responsive nipples, leaving a column of goosebumps shooting up your spine as it arched.

Your eyes roll back at the sensual feeling of his growing cock through his pants as he softly ruts his hips against you.

You two stay locked like that for several steamy moments accentuated by the exaggerated pants into each other's mouths as you hump one another in the quiet elevator, his forehead rests against yours, jaw slack as he watches you melt underneath his hands, the epicenter of pleasure radiating from how he's groping your breasts and rubbing his hips against your ass in just the right way that it carries such irresistible preview of the fervor and passion he promised to fuck you with for real as soon as the door to your suite closed behind you.

Without warning, his hand wanders to your sex, his molten gaze remains locked on you. You whine loudly and suck in air between your teeth.

"Fuck..." He hisses as he feels his cock elongate all at once, strained under the confines of his pants. You wiggle for a moment in his grasp, trying to align the pressure of his hand with your throbbing clit. The delicious discovery of which you announce with another trembling moan.

"Kusa..." You feebly whisper, the publicity of the sexy act, dwindling time of the elevator's ascent before it reaches your floor, and the union of friction between Kusakabe's skilled hand and your clit place you in serious danger of cumming for him in your pants.

"Hold on f'me, angel..." The corner of his mouth twitches with satisfaction.

"Kusa, please..."

"I know doll...." He kisses your throat. "Just teasin ya for a bit..."

"Kusa, slow..."

"I know, doll, I remember..."

You jaw falls open as a low purr escapes your throat, the ending accentuated by a whine as his finger moves at a coaxing tempo.

"Nice...n' slow..." He whispers, his words rolling off his tongue in devastating synchronization of his movements over your clit, before two of his fingers slip beautifully inside you with a deep moan.

Just as you thought you were beginning to bloom, he withdraws his hand swiftly and stuffs it in his pocket, the movement and quick emptiness making you wobble on your feet.

He catches you with his other arm, pulling you against him as the doors slide open with a ding. An older couple nods politely as they step in, seemingly unfazed by your clearly disheveled clothes and wild eyed expression.

Kusakabe merely smirks as he guides you out of the elevator and down the hall to your awaiting room.

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You can't help but sigh deeply as your lips connect with Kusakabe's again.

This felt divine after a long day. He could feel his worries dissipate and dissolve into the air that began to hang heavily around you, not allowing his lips to disconnect from yours even for a second as he removed his coat, stripping yours off you with careful precision, the sensual sound of the fabric hitting the floor.

You were plunging headfirst into a sea that swallowed you whole completely, lost to the tides of lust.

As your head hits the pillow of the king sized bed, you weave your fingers in the loops of his belt to occupy your hands while he quicky moved to unbutton your shirt. You shivered as you felt the fleeting graze of his fingers against your breasts that were slowly becoming revealed to him. Your sudden movement interrupts his trance, briefly, only to remember the promise he made you earlier.

"Sorry, doll..." He murmurs, his wet lips move to the corner of your mouth as he gently circulates his hands that contain your soft breasts in them in wordless appreciation. "...this still okay?"

"Mhmm...." You weakly mewl out, all sense of your surroundings trickle down the drain when he begins fondling your tits, struggling to maintain control over the volume of your moans, "Tha-that'so good, Kusa...hard to be quiet when it feels so good..."

"Fuck em..." He groans as you arch your back. "Keep moanin for me like that, angel..."

Kusakabe closes his eyes, both your foreheads resting against one another as though he could absorb your warmth. Your little pants and whimpers egg him on as he plays with your breasts but he remains chained to his word to take things slow.

"Kusaaa...."

But that particular breathy utterance of his name that fell from your lips causes him to dip his head down, his hands guiding your bra straps down to easily move the lacey cups as he took your left breast in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing and your head gently rolling back as his tongue slowly lapped at your nipple.

Your hand flies to his bulge, massaging and feeling him up through his slacks. Another groan rumbles in his chest, the deep pitch prompting you quickly to clench your thighs. You sigh when his mouth departs your left breast, leaving the nipple perky with a wet pucker and sloppy kiss, moving to the right.

His eyes flicker up and remain trained on you every so often. Watching you slowly be reduced to putty little by little with every warm, wet brush of his tongue, bathing your breasts in worship with his wanton mouth.

You begin to grow impatient, your weeping cunt desperately begging to be full of him, the heated foreplay giving you more than enough preparation to take him, but he continues loving on you like this without pause for several heavenly minutes.

"Kusa, baby...can't take it...need your cock, Kusa..."

"Mhhnnn.....hold on, doll...I've still gotta taste ya..."

Kusakabe's fingers trail to your black skirt, greeting the plush of your stomach with a kiss. "This okay?" He checks in gently again. You nod and he slides off your skirt and pantyhose, leaving the deep emerald lace of the panties he bought for you exposed to his hungry eyes.

"God, you're something..." He whispers.

"So are you, Kusa..."

"Oh yeah?" He purrs, running a finger along the sheer fabric that only scantily hid your wetting sex away from him as he wet his lips. He unbuttons his shirt, dipping his head down before slowly inhaling your scent.

"What am I, angel?"

You feel the pad of his thumb hook underneath the gusset.

"You're...."

A moan is ripped out of your throat the minute his tongue teases the outer delicate flesh of your pussy. "Kusa..."

"Go on, baby..." He teases a kiss to the soft mound.

"You're...so good..." Your toes curl as his tongue glides between your arousal dripped folds. "Ohhhh you're so fucking sexy, Atsuya..."

"Ffffuck me doll..." He turns you on your stomach. "You can say my name like that all night long."

He removes his shirt completely, pulls your panties to the right and leans in, kissing and kneading the tender fat. One of his hands frees his aching cock.

"Atsuya....mmm, Atsuya..."

"Such a gorgeous ass..." He groans, moving the panties slightly as he frees and slides his cock between your asscheeks, loving how the globes envelope around it, the second best thing he loved seeing wrapped around his cock, besides the warm silky walls of your cunt.

"Gotta be my favorite part of you, angel..." He leans over, swirling his tongue against your shoulder blade before punctuating it with a tender kiss, blazing a long trail down your spine, provoking you to arch for him again.

Kusakabe groans at your responsiveness and bestowing him the beautiful sight of your ass in the air again. When he reaches the bottom, he gives he gives your asscheek another tender squeeze in preparation.

"Relax for me, doll..."

The hinge in your jaw slowly unravels, going slack completely as Kusakabe begins eating your pussy from the back. You feel his nose push against the slit, completely and shamelessly coating his face with your arousal. His tongue wettens the seam of your folds, exploring them like a paintbrush against a canvas. You let yourself grind on his tongue, the languid laps of him stroking your sensitive flesh making you ache for the sweet stretch of his cock, settling for the sensation of his nose brushing the sides of your clit instead. He groans and you feel the low purr reverberate against your pussy and you respond to the delectable sensation by sticking your ass even more into his face.

Somehow the fact that he was tongue fucking you while just pulling your panties to the side made it even sexier.

"Christ, babydoll..." He chuckles huskily. "You're soakin f'me..."

"Atsuya, baby..."

"Ohh...angel. M'right here..." He senses your body moving closer to the edge, as he has several times. He moves his tongue quicker, moving his hand to start pressing on your clit. The pad of his index finger was doused immediately in the slick, producing a breathy cry from your lungs, your legs twitching as he hangs you on the edge of sweet release, massaging the tender nub as it grew puffier from the stimulation.

"Atsuya! "You whine. "F-fuck me please, oh please!"

"Mmmm...gotta cum f'me first..." He leans over you, licking the shell of your ear while his finger gently toys with your clit. "That's it, thaat's it. Lemme have it, doll..."

He kisses your shoulder. "Cum on my fingers, babygirl..."

Your fingers dig into the pillow as you gush on his hand. He chuckles softly, bringing his hand to his mouth, the lewd sound of his fingers popping from his cheeks as he tastes your love.

"Here, lookit me, angel..." He gently turns your chin with his other hand, barely prodding his fingers against the seam of your soft lips. "Taste yourself..."

You groan, drunk off the haze of post orgasm bliss as you taste his fingers, letting your tongue lick all over them and saliva dribble out of the corners of your mouth like a cock hungry slut.

"Mmm..." you purr with heavy eyelids. "So yummy, Kusa..."

His cock twitches, a generous bead of precum leaking from the tip. He kisses your temple.

"So gorgeous doll, such a perfect, naughty girl f'me..."

A whine halfway squeezes out, getting caught in your throat as you feel him discard your panties completely before he begins to swirl the broad tip of his cock at your weeping entrance and you hear the sound of his trousers falling completely on the floor behind you.

"Kusa..." You bite your lip. "Make love to me..."

"I will beautiful..." He purrs, leaning in and nuzzling his face against your ear. "Kiss me, angel..."

You lips meet and you groan when more of your lingering taste in his mouth melts onto your tongue. He kisses you deeply as his cock begins to delve into your warm cunt from behind. You pant slightly into the kiss as you feel him stretch you. Your velvet walls hugging his cock, slowly sucking him in.

"S'alright..." He breathes into your mouth. "S'alright doll..." He kisses you softly, sloppily, more deeply to distract you from his size.

"Doin so good....so good, pretty..." He coos roughly.

You feel yourself surrender little by little, the ridged, sinful feeling of the veins of his cock massaging your plush walls, delivering euphoria from the heavenly friction. You released a breathy moan in tandem with the husky grunt he makes in your ear when he eventually bottoms out inside of you.

He pauses and you feel the generous length twitch, making you bite your lip. He sits up a bit, reverently, admiring the sight of himself buried deeply into you from behind.

Your beautiful ass all spread out in front of him, pussy molded to his cock like it was meant for him. Like this was truly the first time he was giving himself to you. The other times before paling in comparison to this exclusive moment with you, all to himself.

He groans and runs his palms over the expanse of your ass, cementing the image in his psyche permanently before leaving a couple small kisses on your lower back.

"M'gonna start moving, doll..." He whispers, interlacing his fingers in between yours on the pillow.

You feel his chest press into your back as his hips retreat slightly. A quiet, filthy squelch from the buildup of arousal around the base, before he rapidly presses his cock back inside you in one deep fell swoop with a wet plop.

"Mmm...Kusa..." You moan as he feeds you stroke, after slow stroke. The prolonged time between thrusts, the increased drag of his cock carried promise that was quickly fulfilled so deliciously and deeply with each time he thrust inside you. The tempo was smooth, soft. It was erotically intimate, his lips brushing your ear, cradling your chin in his hand while he slowly fucked you.

"Fuck...fuck.....mnnnnhhh...baby, grippin' me so tight..."

You let his presence overpower you, nothing in this moment besides being under this man, this rugged, fine man showing a side of himself that surely had your mind and body falling for him, and letting him fuck you deeply with his cock.

"So damn beautiful....so pretty..." He gently grips your throat.

You feel yourself dripping, your pussy hungrier for more connection, more intensity as the pleasure began to flood you from the inside.

"H-Harder, Kusa..."

Kusakabe groans, tapering into a breathy chuckle as he scoffed.

"Wanted it nice n'slow all night, n'now you're wantin' me to go rough on ya, doll?"

He teases as he nibbles your ear, the slow pumps of his cock unrelenting, until he gives one abrupt, sharp thrust that sets every nerve on fire and brain fogged with euphoria.

"Ohhhhh.....God yes...yes Kusa... harder....faster...please!"

He moans deeply, his hips picking up the pace. When you begged so sweetly for him, he couldn't do anything but say no.

"Shit, baby...." His fingers press into your cheek, bringing your face closer to his, his hoarse pants in your ear as he drilled his cock into you from behind.

"Gonna be real hard to last much longer if you keep beggin..."

His thumb slips into your mouth and you moan graciously. The new pace felt heavenly but you needed more. More rough, more dirty. Moving past taking things slow and soft to just having him absolutely fuck all sense out of you.

"Harder, Kusa..."

And a switch goes off, taking the liberty of reverting back to his usual style of rough and fast, but with no shortage of passion and pleasure as he wound his fingers tightly into your hair, using his other hand to grip your hip and pull you into his feverish thrusts.

Your asscheeks clap together as he pounds your pussy into the mattress, moving from keeping his hands in your hair and his lips brushing your ear to sitting back on his heels, pressing your cheek into the mattress with a hand on the back of your neck and fucking you at a harsher angle.

You moan and pant loudly releasing an unending chant of his name, "Kusa....fuck Kusa....so good, so good..."

"Fuck..." He smacks your ass, his chest coated in a sheen of sweat as he sits back like a king, watching his slick covered cock slide rapidly in and out of your soaked pussy, the entire length disappearing and nearly completely pulling out before abruptly driving back into you.

"Keep taking my cock beautiful.... that's it, thaaat's it." He closes his eyes, tossing his head back momentarily as he senses his release right around the corner.

"Gonna paint this gorgeous ass all over with my cum..." He leans in. "You want that don't you, doll...? Tell me you want it..."

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, his thrusts slowing down considerably but the length of each stroke remaining long and agonizingly deep, nearly reaching your cervix every time with every deep roll of his hips.

"Want it Kusa...want your cum..."

"Say you want me..." He whispers.

"I want you, Atsuya. Fuck me so good and cum just for me, please, baby..."

"Jesus... FUCK!"

He pulls out quickly, grunting as his hand grips his shaft, coaxing long generous ropes of milky white cum all over your ass and lower back, his voice hoarse as he pants with exhaustion.

You stay there, frozen, numbly, panting as well as you untangle from the throes of pleasure.

"Hold on, doll..." Kusakabe gets up, flashing a very pleasant view of his back and cute backside, a scar here and there imprinted in between the ridges of muscle.

He returns with a towel, wiping up his cum and then kissing your shoulder before he climbs into bed with you, running a hand through his hair as he pulls you into his chest.

"Here..." He gestures for you to sit up, unclasping your lacey bra that had remained on during the entire time, both of you sighing deeply as your bare skin met in sensual bliss underneath the sheets.

"Much better..." You say softly, closing your eyes.

Kusakabe smiles tenderly at you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "You're too good to me, sweetheart." He sighs again as his nails brush your upper arm in haphazard circles. "Thank you."

"Anytime, Kusa." You look up at him and smile sweetly, a playful look in your eye that says the late hour hasn't gotten to you just yet.

He hums, drinking in your features, a finger winding its way amidst a stray piece of hair framing your face. As his mind becomes less clouded, he remembers his obligations in Shibuya and his phone in his pocket that must have dozens of notifications by now, a subtle feeling of dread beginning to assemble in his lower belly.

He wished he could shatter time.

You look up at him, taking in his warm irises, his musk that remained subtly laced in his aftershave, his sharp jaw. You could sense a shift, a hidden disquieting energy simmering in his silence.

"You okay, Atsuya?"

He looks at you balancing your chin on his shoulder, a pleasant expression tugging at his mouth at the pretty sight of you staring up at him.

"Yeah..." He leans in kissing you. "Yeah, m’alright, doll, you? Ya tired?"

"Good..." You murmur, pausing with your eyes closed after his lips retreated a short distance from yours, gently shaking your head. "I'm okay. Do you have to go tonight, Kusa…?”

Kusakabe sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as you asked him a question he still did not have a concrete answer to.

"I might...but the room's booked for the night as always, you're welcome to stay..."

He looks down at you, a bit of concern in his eyes at the sight of your slight disappointment at his answer.

Not wanting you to feel used, he tries to reassure you.

"But I'm in no rush..." He gives you a warm smile, gently squeezing your inner thighs. "You're not ready to get some sleep yet?"

"No..." a playfulness marks your pupils which Kusakabe picks up the underlying implications immediately. "I could lose another hour, or two."

"Could you now?" Kusakabe's eyebrows crinkle with mischief, shoving thoughts of Shibuya aside once he had something much less grim, much more lovelier, much more intimate, enticing, and alluring beckoning for his attention once again.

"Mhmm.." a faint smirk begins to curl on your lips.

"That's good.." Kusakabe whispers.

You moan weakly as he lets your thighs fall open and he begins softly rubbing your clit once again, his lips brushing your ear.

"Cause right now, I have all the time in the world."

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Your eyes close and flicker open quickly, the disorient of sleep confusing you momentarily, realizing that at least a couple hours must have passed despite the seeming blink of an eye.

A little bit of disappointment creeps onto your face when you see Kusakabe silently dressing, pulling his white dress shirt over his broad bare shoulders that outlined against the faint glow of empire city lights behind the drawn silk curtains.

"Where are you going, Kusa?"

He is alerted to your awake state, sighs, and turns as he manages a smile.

"Gotta take care of some business in Shibuya, angel. You know how it is." He melts a little bit when you take his hand and pull him closer, pressing your cheek against it.

"Don't go, Kusa..."

He groans a little bit. Why'd you have to be so damn sweet?

All at once, he's aware of something odd. A feeling for you he didn't quite place before. Something that lasted beyond just the wrinkled sheets, the low light and seductive atmosphere of the bedroom. Something real that transcended the sensuality of the night and remained in the morning when you could wake up side by side together. And, as you look up at him now, he knows he's screwed.

"Believe me, I don't wanna go either, doll..." He sighs deeply as you start slowly kissing his palm.

Fuck, and you had the nerve to do it while looking dead at him with those lovely twinkling eyes of yours.

"Would much rather stay in this bed with you..."

His eyes nearly pop out of his skull when you press his palm against your breast. He's immediately unable to resist squeezing it as you pull him back on top of you, still fully dressed, the rough fleece of his brown coat on top of your soft, naked body.

"Fuck, don't look at me like that, doll. Y'know what that does to me..." He mumbles weakly as you kiss each other deeply, before he pulls away briefly for air.

For a moment suspended in the passion, all you see is warmth staring back at you and it simultaneously dawns on him.

Moments like these were worth staying alive for, worth not risking his life tonight for. An angel like you. Someone he could idle hours away with. Learning one another. Sharing space with someone he didn't mind tangling souls with for a bit. Softness and warmth and connection.

Could you be his?

"When will I see you again?" You whisper, brushing your nose against his.

Kusakabe kisses your hand. "Soon, angel. You'll see me real soon..."

"Kusa..."

He groans, a cloak of protectiveness over you that completely overwhelms him as he hugs you tightly one more time.

"Be safe, okay? You'll watch out for Kento too, right, Kusa?" You murmur against his chest, drinking in the oasis of his spiced cologne along with the smell of the city when rain mixes with smoke until you can imbibe in each other again.

Kusakabe looks at you, the round tips of his fingers combing the circle of your face.

"Course I will, doll." He smiles bittersweetly, knowing your confidence you had in him betrayed any he had in himself.

But he'd try. He'd try his very best, for you.

"Get some sleep, angel. I'll be back for you soon..."

He whispers as he leaves you tucked in the billowy white sheets that clung the scent of your reunion that slowly coaxes you to sleep.

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He sighs as he wearily steps onto the midnight saturated street with the weight of something finally greater than himself that he left buried in that warm master bed in that grand hotel.

He puts one foot in front of the other as he gloomily trudges in the direction of the Shibuya district, thoughts of your eyes guiding every step as he quietly ponders the foreboding unknown that lay ahead.

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htpssgavi · 4 months ago

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A Catalonian Love Story

It was an unusually warm evening in Barcelona, the kind of evening that hinted at the summer's promise. The sun had just begun to set, casting a golden hue over the city's iconic architecture. Gavi, fresh from a victorious match at Camp Nou, decided to unwind by taking a walk through the narrow streets of El Born, his favorite part of the city.Y/n, a young woman from a small town, had moved to Barcelona to pursue her dream of becoming an artist. The city's vibrant culture and stunning landscapes had always inspired her, and tonight, she was capturing the sunset with her camera in the very same neighborhood.As she focused on the perfect shot, she heard a group of young men approaching, their laughter and banter filling the street. She looked up just as Gavi's eyes met hers. There was an instant connection, an unspoken understanding between them."Excuse me," Gavi said, stepping away from his friends, "Do you mind if I take a look at your photos? The sunset looks beautiful from here."Y/n, slightly taken aback but intrigued, handed him her camera. Gavi flipped through the pictures, genuinely impressed by her talent. "These are incredible. You have a real gift.""Thank you," she replied, blushing slightly. "I love capturing moments that tell a story."Gavi smiled. "I feel the same way about football. It's all about those moments that can change everything."They continued to talk, walking together through the labyrinthine streets of El Born. They discovered they had more in common than they initially thought. Both of them had left behind their small-town roots to chase their dreams in Barcelona. They shared stories of their struggles, their triumphs, and the sacrifices they had made.Over the following weeks, Gavi and y/n spent more time together. He would often find her sketching or taking photographs around the city, and she would attend his matches, cheering him on from the stands. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, a blend of friendship and budding romance.

One evening, Gavi took y/n to a secluded spot overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, with the Sagrada Familia illuminated in the distance and the Mediterranean Sea shimmering under the moonlight. They sat down on a bench, the city sprawled out below them."I wanted to share this view with you," Gavi said, his voice soft. "It's one of my favorite places in the city.""It's beautiful," y/n replied, gazing at the twinkling lights below. "Thank you for bringing me here."Gavi turned to her, his eyes filled with emotion. "Y/n, you've changed my life in ways I never thought possible. You see the world with such beauty and grace, and you've taught me to do the same. I don't want to imagine my life without you."Y/n looked into his eyes, feeling a surge of emotion. "I feel the same way, Gavi. You've shown me that dreams can come true, and that love can be found in the most unexpected places."Under the starry sky, they shared their first kiss, a kiss that sealed their love and commitment to one another. It was a kiss that spoke of a future filled with shared dreams and endless possibilities.

As time went on, their love story continued to blossom. Gavi became a star on the football field, with y/n by his side, capturing every moment with her camera and her heart. They traveled the world together, exploring new places and creating memories that would last a lifetime.Their weekends were filled with adventures. They hiked the trails of Montjuïc, kayaked along the Costa Brava, and danced the night away during the festivals that lit up the city. They visited art galleries, where y/n would lose herself in the masterpieces, explaining their significance to Gavi, who listened with rapt attention.

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shiro-00s · 1 year ago

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heaven on earth

41. one step closer .. !

[ genshin impact smau / idol!xiao x fem!reader ]

The sky was pretty, especially today. There were a few lanterns that were already up in the sky, illuminating the sky with spots of yellow here and there. The festival had a ton of small festive shops, selling traditional masks, and a few fun games. All leading up to the main attraction. The stage.

Among all the attractive stores, nothing could take away the glory that the stage presents, the kind that catches everyone’s eyes. It stood tall among the festival, a view you could see from any angle, and was included in every selfie taken.

The outdoor concert had a whole area to itself, a space waiting to be filled with loads and loads of people, and you had no doubt that it would be filled to the brim. The stage lights illuminate the large stage in the center of the space, giving the platform a much-needed spotlight. A few speakers that looked like they could destroy an eardrum were placed on the stage along with fog machines.

You nervously handed the staff the ticket gifted by your dear friend, Hutao, who you really wanted to strangle because of the dilemma she put you in, an all-or-nothing. You’d have given them a heads up, telling them to meet up with you but you hadn’t contacted a single soul about you coming to this concert.

Why? You had a huge ego. And you really, really didn’t want anyone to know that you were going to Xiao’s concert.

After the whole fiasco with Xiao-Yujin, the internet was skeptical, rightfully, due to it coming from PAIMON, who was the master at making things up. You were skeptical as well, but you were petty and you didn’t really want to go out of your way to ask him. Well, you’re doing it now.

So, after making up your mind about coming to Xiao’s concert - which took a long time - you reluctantly came to the concert with the words Hutao told you lingering in the back of your mind.

It’s about honoring his lost companions.

When the staff had verified your ticket, you looked around for something to do before the concert started. In an attempt to distract yourself, you found a small store that sold and taught the art of crocheting. Well, it does look cute. Why not?

A lady in her early 40s greeted you kindly, a gentle smile on her face as she showed you around the neat stall. When you seemed a little too puzzled, she asked, “Are there any crocheted flowers you’re looking for, dear?”

You blinked. Oh, that startled you.

You didn’t think the lady was one to talk but it seemed you were wrong. Shaking your head, you replied with a small ‘I’m afraid not.’ and a sheepish grin. The lady hummed at your response, looking around at her flowers before finally asking, “Who are you planning to give it to?”

You inhale, “Do you think I’m going to give it to someone?” Chuckling, your eyes scanned around for a simple flower, or anything pretty really, you didn’t mind. Since the lady was nice, you’d give it a shot, for her sake. You’ll give it to Hutao or Xiangling. Whatever.

The nice lady smiled, looking as if she was feeling some nostalgia before saying, “I’m well aware of the look in your eyes. I had the same one when I was your age, you know? Those longing eyes as if you’re waiting for someone.”

Suddenly you wish you didn’t enter this store or come to this festival.

Relaxing your shoulders and neck, you hunched down a little to stare at the flower that caught your eyes at the bottom of the stall.

“I don’t know. Really.”

The lady beside you crouched down to the same level as you, resting her face on her hand as she smiled a little before pointing at the flowers your eyes laid upon.

“Those are hyacinthus. If we’re talking about Greek mythology, Hyacinth is a divine hero who falls in love with Apollo and chooses him over 3 other beings.” She paused, picking up the hyacinthus and grabbing your wrist gently with her free hand.

“But eventually, he was killed accidentally by Apollo. Then he was resurrected again, by his lover and was gifted with immortality as well.” She let the flowers fall into your hands softly, the three crochet hyacinth flowers laying atop each other.

“That’s why its symbolism is devotion beyond the depths of life and death.”

Over the next thirty minutes, more people arrived at the festival along with the concert. The empty space from before had transformed into a mob of people. If you lose something here, you’re never getting it back. That’s why you held onto the flowers with a tight grip even if you didn’t have plans to give them to anyone. Totally.

Your hands were clammy from having to glance around you every 5 seconds in case one of your friends saw you. To say that you were dreading meeting them was an understatement. You’d dig the floor and bury yourself alive if they saw even a glimpse of you.

Reaching for your phone to look at the clock, the sound of a loud screeching noise reached your ears. The noise of microphone feedback alerted everyone to the beginning of a thrilling performance. The anticipation in the air was visible, and the atmosphere filled with excitement and eagerness of the crowd.

The beam lights lit up one after another from the left to the right, the floodlights following right after. The stage, the one piece of art that held the attention of everyone, was then adorned with shining bright lights. The soft glow highlighted the display of the new presence.

Along the stage stood four well-known individuals, the spotlights captured each artist in their glory, possessing an aura demanding attention. The crowd erupted into applause and gasps, the wildness they’ve been since the start. The presence of each spoke volume, all of which were hard to ignore. Each of them had a headset engraved to the side of their face around the ear and the mic extending to their lips. Their outfits are all unique and well-planned, matching the theme of the festival by adding a little bit of gold and black, which complemented their bodies greatly. Especially, Xiao, you think. You’re caught off-guard when the familiar dark-haired man’s head twisted and turned, almost as if he was looking for something - someone. You felt a little satisfied at the sight, the gears turning in your head even if you’re not too sure.

The soft sound of the instruments started to play in the background almost immediately, catching the audience by surprise. The first voice to speak is a feminine voice. Confusion erupted in the audience as none of the mouths on the stage looked as though they were moving.

That was until a certain figure walked onto the stage. Yunjin was dressed with a black corset above her black crop top that seemed to hug her curves well. Her skirt was adorned with golden trinkets and intricate patterns. On top of her clothing, she wore multiple accessories that matched the outfit significantly with her pastel-colored headband of flowers and a short warm white scarf around her neck.

Other voices joined in soon yet your attention laid still on one specific person, one you’re unable to tear your eyes away from. Even as people around you started to bump lightly into you from swaying to the music, your eyes refused to move from the spot they had settled on. Xiao and his pretty, pretty eyes.

His body moved along with the beats of the song, lips softly opening and closing as he sang with his members. Wearing a dark-colored jacket, his clothing is layered with another white button-up shirt underneath and if you looked very closely, you might just be able to see his abs - okay, enough. The point is, you’ve never appreciated someone as much as you did with the person who arranged Xiao’s outfit because the conclusion is that you had never seen anyone as majestic as Xiao and you didn’t believe you ever will for the rest of your life.

Even his navy slacks looked perfect while he danced to the choreography which you believed was carefully planned, anyone could tell even if they didn’t know anything about dancing. You’re not sure how he moved with those slightly heeled boots or shoes, you don’t know and you don’t care. The question is how he moved so smoothly even with those heavy shoes that you knew you would fall and trip on if you wore them?

When your eyes returned to his golden ones, you noticed the pupils shooting in all directions, searching the VIPS, the front, the reserved, the platinum, the platinum plus - you get the point.

You doubted he would be able to spot you in this… what? Fifty thousand hoards of people? That’s an estimate but it was way too crowded and even though your spot wasn’t too far from the stage, he wouldn’t be able to possibly find you like this, right?

Yea, wrong. Because as soon as your thought process ended, the flash of golden eyes seemed to glance across your own and stopped for more than a second - before seemingly relaxing and tearing his gaze away. Though it was just a moment, everything had started to drown out in the background, going quiet before all you can think about is - Xiao, Xiao, Xiao.

After snapping out of your thoughts, one thing you can confirm after listening to the lyrics and melody was that it was indeed a rather solemn story that had been turned into a song. It matched the description that Hutao told you about. The need to comfort Xiao clawed at the back of your throat. You’d have to hold it back until the concert ended. Wait, what?

No, the plan was to watch and leave. But… ahaha.

The concert seemed to pass like a blur in your memories, your lack of focus only helped in not being aware of your surroundings because - oops, you just bumped into some crazily tall dude with hair longer than half of your body? Those odd professional clothing made him look wild but weirdly cool, but to be real, why did he choose them out of everything to wear to a concert? Multiple layers of different shades of brown and a mix of white or gray in this humid and stifling atmosphere.

He seemed more shocked than you it seems, but you’re sure it’s not your clothes because he was looking straight at your face, not your outfit. The brown-haired ponytailed man opened his mouth to speak to you, which is odd because you didn’t know this man, did you?

“Is your name, [name], by any chance? Which, of course, if it’s not, you’re free to say so.”

Okay. Definitely a stalker or something, run.

In contrast to your light-speed thoughts, your body stood still in its spot, not making any attempt to move. Then, against your better judgment, you muttered, “Yea, who are you?”, accompanied by a raise of your brow and a step back.

At your response, his lips seemed to quirk up, a ghost of a heartwarming smile on his face as he reached a hand out to you.

“I go by Zhongli, may I have a moment with you, [name]?”

On the other hand, the concert had just ended. The fatigue and a thirst for water washed over Xiao quickly as he rushed to grab a bottle before trying to slip away to find… someone.

However, a deep voice reached his ears, “Xiao! Don’t go yet, wait for a while!”

God he wished he could just turn around and punch the smiling ginger head waving at him from across the backstage, he had had enough of Childe and him intervening. A sign came from Xiao before he turned back to Childe, mind racing for an excuse so that he can leave him behind and slip away to find you. Just as Xiao’s lips parted, Childe had taken the initiative.

“Before you say anything, I know where you’re going, who you’re planning to find, what you’re going to do.”

That shut Xiao up even if it wasn’t like Xiao was a particularly talkative person. His brow twitched at the knowledge the older male had, annoyance dripping from his tone as he spoke.

“Okay? Bye then.”

Xiao turned away to walk towards the decreasing crowd, grieving the time that he lost spent with Childe. At his actions, the ginger sighed, long and exasperated. Not having the energy to physically deal with Xiao, he decided to use his words, “Zhongli said he told her to go to the place, that place. You know what I’m talking about.”

Pause.

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

Xiao believed wholeheartedly he had never felt emotions on this level. Hell, he never really felt any more than annoyance like this. Xiao thinks you’ve been changing him. Little by little, piece by piece, he’ll become an ordinary person going about with his day. Just like how they would’ve wanted.

Shaking away his thoughts, he took small steps towards the area informed by Childe just a moment ago and a while ago through dms when he asked Childe for vacant places with a magnificent view. He didn’t know whether he wanted to run there, reach out for you and just stare at you for a good while or walk slow, slow steps, so that his hopes didn’t get crushed by the possibility that you didn’t listen to Zhongli.

The grass tickled the black shoes that he changed to after the concert due to the initial pair of boots literally being impossible to walk with. The wind is gentle, the view is just as he had described to Childe, ethereal. But, maybe not more than you.

Liyue as a whole could be seen from this spot in the mountains, the warm yellow lights from lanterns illuminating the dark sky and the city, the city he never thought could look this breathtaking. Shivers went down his spine as he continued to look around. The night looked especially pretty tonight.

Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to find anything prettier on this extraordinary night, an almost silent sound of rustling nearby. When he looked up, sweet amber eyes met your wide ones. An expression of relief fell on his face as his eyes scanned you. Then, he concluded that maybe, he had a special view specifically meant for him. You looked divine.

Wait. What? You guys were friends, he shouldn’t have such thoughts. Do friends think of each other this way? Ugh, his head is spinning.

After a moment, you reached your hand out to gesture at him to take a seat beside you on the green grass. He hesitantly took his spot beside yours, shuffling to make himself comfortable as he admired the view.

Silence took over soon after, both too hesitant and unknowing of what to say, and what not to say. But then again, with this view, on this night, on the top of this little hill, it felt right. It felt right that he knew he couldn’t mess up, this could be an ultimate moment for the two of you. A memory to make.

“[Name], you listened to the song I sang earlier.”

Confusion was etched on your face as you turned your head to face the dark-haired man, blinking rapidly at him before responding with a small nod.

“I wrote it. About the people who were- are special to me.” It’s hard opening up to people. He cringed at the mistake he made with that sentence. Although, he couldn’t really call it a mistake, could he?

“I lived in an orphanage once, along with four other kids who were older than me. That time I was like how I am now, quiet, but they got me to open up in a short time.” Xiao’s slender fingers curled up against the grass, looking solemn as he continued. “Especially the oldest one there, Bosacius.”

Your heart warmed up at his words, brushing your knuckles against his curled-up hand in an attempt to bring comfort to him. You had not heard about his life before, and it hurt to know that he went through hard times. You tilted your head to the side a little, an invitation for him to continue.

He cleared his throat before gazing back at the lanterns slowly rising to reach out to the sky, “They were everything to me, my family. Along with Zhongli, who was the one that helped fund us and visited us a lot. Madame Ping, too. She was our caretaker. Apparently, Zhongli was friends with her, I learned that later on.”

Xiao breathed a long breath before continuing with his talking. You were happy to get to know his found family, but he looked sorrowful as he talked. Maybe something bad happened between them?

“It was the best of times, but good things never last.” This time, his words were muttered, and quieter, as if he was trying to stop himself from speaking.

“Our house. It got caught on fire.” Xiao took a big breath before concluding, “They, uhm, didn’t make it out. Was it some electrical fault? I didn’t bother to remember. I was too shocked to think.” Your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to drop a bomb on you like that. You couldn’t muster up a reply to something like that. So instead of a verbal response, you hesitantly uncurled his fisted fingers and laced yours through them, stroking his skin with your palm.

Xiao took your physical touch as a sign of showing your condolences without pitying him. His heart warmed at the thought, heart beating a little faster. “Bosacius carried me from our bedroom to the hallway with the entrance. He was trying to do the same for others, too. But it didn’t work out quite well.” The last words were whispered, his head hunched down to his knees.

You tightened your grip on your laced fingers, bumping his shoulder with yours as you finally mustered up something to say to Xiao - for the first time today. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry that happened to you.” Tone softening to accommodate the solemn atmosphere and an attempt to say something meaningful to him after he opened up to you. That explains the song, too.

Unexpectedly, Xiao turned to you with a refreshed look on his face, as he - out of nowhere - asked, “Did you enjoy the concert?” Like a lost puppy, his eyes stared into your shocked ones. After a few moments of silence, you decided on the best answer you can come up with.

“Yeah, you were awesome.” From bumping your shoulders to leaning your head slightly on his shoulder, sure it's a big leap. But, you didn’t receive any sort of rejection from the male beside you. On the other hand, his heart rate told you a different story. His usually steady heart rate had turned more erratic, you couldn't blame him either when your own matched his unsteady beats.

"That PAIMON tweet is an exaggeration." Xiao muttered into the silence of the air. At those unexpected words, you laughed wholly, as if you couldn't guess that already. But oh well, his reassurance did sound nice. Xiao was in his own little world, his thoughts consisted of how nice and soothing the sound of your sweet laughter was. A small smile bloomed onto his pretty face, watching you smile back at him with a grin.

A night has never felt more meaningful than it did now, with your head on his shoulder and a cute smile on your face directed at him, Xiao wouldn't have it any other way. And if there's one thing Xiao concluded from today, it was that he was in love with a certain gremlin.

"Oh! Here, I almost forgot." Golden eyes blinked at the crocheted hyacinthus between your fingers, glancing between the flowers and you. Exasperated at his obliviousness, you gestured for him to take them, quirking up a brow.

He suddenly seemed flustered as he shyly took the flowers from your hand, mumbling a "Thank you…?"

A sudden urge to make him more flustered crossed your mind.

"You should search up the meaning of hyacinthus later, by the way."

Xiao gulped before nodding his head slightly, looking back up at the now empty sky. He seemed to only realize now how much time has actually passed.

"Oh, shall we leave?" You mumbled, bringing up your phone from your pocket before looking at the time and collecting your things laying around on the grass. Xiao stood up before you, standing in front of you as he sheepishly reached out his hand to you - for what? The third time today?

You shook your head lightly, laughing slightly before placing your hand on his open ones as he lifted you up.

"What a gentleman."

heaven on earth - 41. one step closer

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synopsis ; 🗝️ — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao kept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?

NOTE — new chapter will be out soon bcs no more written portion for a while (ive said this like 4 times and they never go as planned 🤗🤗) !!@!@! yipee. anyways since he realized his shit its easy here on out 😝😝 rikkyu is not [name] btw her user is just that bcs i got too lazy to give her a proper one mb

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dmitriene · 1 year ago

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— sweet surprise.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ «i just wanna be the best i can» ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌«but i'm not sure if i'm the man you sold»

summary: despite the absence and exhaustion that have characterized your past anniversaries with leon, this year you are taking matters into your own hands. content: husband di leon kennedy x gn reader tags: fluff, emotional hurt x comfort, domestic leon, established relationships, kisses. author's note: heyy!!! i came to please you with a rather cute, albeit a little sad short writing with rather cute idea, so hope you're doing good and will like this one!!! enjoy your reading) 🍰

The living room held warm traces of love that deepened over time, the sunlight seeping through the curtains casting a soft glow that illuminated the space, decorated with subtle hints of the life you and Leon had built together.

Framed photographs adorned the walls, snapshots of your travels together, and the sofa was a testament to countless shared moments, worn but still incredibly comfortable.

As you walked around the room, your gaze would occasionally fall on the ring on your finger, a symbol of your enduring devotion to each other, the sight of it bringing a soft smile to your face, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of your bond.

For many couples, anniversaries were a cause for joy and celebration, but for you and Leon they often went unnoticed, consumed by the relentless demands of his missions, it wasn't that you didn't want to celebrate these special days — rather, it was Leon's concern for your well being that kept them subdued.

After all, Leon was a man of action, fiercely protective and dedicated to his duty.

He would often return home tired and burdened with the burden of what he had witnessed or experienced, on those days he would hold you close and mutter an apology, saying that he had had enough of seeing you alone and worried, his concern for your happiness touched your heart and you never insisted on celebrating anniversaries.

But today everything was different.

Today you decided to follow your wishes and show him how much he means to you, you knew exactly when he would return, since you had memorized the schedule of his missions over the years, and as the expected hour approached you were busy preparing a small celebration that would envelop him in yours love.

The room turned into a charming festive haven, ribbons of delicate flowers hung from the ceiling, gently swaying in the breeze, and heart shaped balloons floated in the air, a symbol of your enduring affection, soft, ambient lighting created an atmosphere of comfort and intimacy, an oasis of love in the midst of his turbulent world.

Your festive outfit, carefully chosen for the occasion, sparkled with subtle charm, you wanted to look your best for him, to convey how much you cherish these moments together, your heart was pounding with excitement and some nervousness as you watched your preparations.

But the star of the show was the cake, baked with love by your own hands, it sat on the dining table and was a work of art in itself, the frosting was flawless, decorated with elegant decorations reflecting pennants and balloons, and the aroma of the freshly baked cake wafted through the room, enticing and comforting.

Standing there and taking in the scene you had created you couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation, today you were determined to show Leon that even with his demanding life and frequent absences, your love for him burned brightly, you hoped that this celebration would not only will surprise him, but will also convince him that your love is unshakable, that you were together, despite the upcoming trials.

Today was the day to celebrate your love, to cherish every moment and to remind Leon that no matter how tired or tired he was, he was never truly alone — you were there to stand by his side, to love him unconditionally, and create wonderful memories together.

Minutes passed as you stood in your charmingly decorated living room, your heart pounding with anticipation, the sound of car tires crunching on the gravel road sent a wave of excitement coursing through your veins, it was time for Leon's return.

The front door creaked open and you barely had time to raise your head before the familiar figure of Leon walked inside, his rugged yet handsome appearance highlighted by the dim light of the room and his eyes widening in surprise as he was immediately overcome by a whirlwind of joy.

Without hesitation, you happily fell on top of him, hugging him tightly around the neck, a delighted laugh escaping your lips as Leon's strong arms wrapped around your waist and easily lifted you into the air, you squealed in delight as he spun you around, his lips finding your neck and face, showering you with soft, tender kisses.

His laugh mixed with yours and the world outside seemed to fade away as you both enjoyed the pure happiness of this moment, as if time stood still and nothing else mattered except the love and warmth you shared.

But when the whirlwind of emotions subsided, Leon’s sharp gaze took in the decorations and your festive outfit, it was then that he remembered the significance of this day and froze for a moment, the expression on his face changed from surprise to guilt.

— «Anniversary» he muttered, and there was regret in his voice — «I can't believe i almost forgot»

You smiled warmly, trying to ease his sudden discomfort — «It's okay Leon, i wanted to surprise you and make this day special»

He sighed, his gaze filled with a mixture of gratitude and apology — «You always do so much for me, and i continue to pursue my missions»

Before you could respond, he gently sat you down and kissed your forehead tenderly — «I need to wash my face, i'll be back now» he said in a soft and apologetic voice.

As Leon headed to the bathroom, you watched him with a mixture of confusion and concern, his sudden departure making you wonder if there was more to his reaction than met the eye.

The bathroom door closed and you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety, especially since it seemed to linger longer than expected.

As Leon stood alone in the dimly lit bathroom, the atmosphere weighed on him.

The soft candlelight in the living room filled the hallway with a warm, muted light, creating an almost unearthly atmosphere, the decorations outside whispered the secrets of the festive that you had prepared with such care.

His hands lay on the bathroom sink as his reflection stared back at him from the mirror, unshed tears welling up in his tired eyes as he let them flow, a silent testament to the emotions he'd been holding back for far too long.

The only sound that filled the room was the soft hum of the air conditioner, punctuated from time to time by his deep, shuddering breathing, the weight of his own insecurities weighing down on him, making him feel vulnerable and unprotected.

In the midst of his thoughts, he heard the bathroom door creak open, startled, he quickly wiped away his tears, but it was too late.

You walked in, your steps soft and hesitant as you approached him, worry etched on your face, your heart pounding with worry.

— «Leon, what's wrong?» you asked quietly and your hands reached out to his cheeks with tenderness that brought tears to his eyes again, you looked into his eyes, urging him to open up.

He tried to hide the traces of his tears, but your caring gaze broke his defense.

With a heavy sigh he finally relented, his voice trembling as he spoke — «I… I was just really touched by your concern about our anniversary, i was struck by the realization that no one had ever loved me so much in my life, and it stunned me»

A bittersweet smile touched your lips as you leaned in and kissed his lips tenderly, feeling the saltiness of his lingering tears — «You are no longer alone in this, Leon, i love you with all my heart and i will always love you»

His piercing eyes met yours, distrust and gratitude shining in their depths — «I don't deserve you..» he whispered, his voice filled with vulnerability.

His confession revealed a vulnerability you rarely saw and it only deepened your affection for him, a gentle smile tugging at your lips and you couldn’t help but tease him, brushing a tear from his cheek with your thumb.

— «You're a big dummy» you whispered softly, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.

The kiss was a silent promise of your unwavering love and support for no one other than his — «You won't have to doubt for a second how much i love you»

— «Now let's go back to the living room, i've got a cake waiting for us, and you deserve every bit of this celebration»

Taking his hand, you led him out of the bathroom, leaving all thoughts of introspection and the weight of self doubt behind, the living room welcoming you both with its festive decor, still carrying the warmth of your previous surprise.

As you sat together and enjoyed a piece of homemade cake, the atmosphere changed, everything around was filled with the sweetness of your love, his quiet recognition and gratitude for being there as he squeezed your hand in his.

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slytherizz · 1 year ago

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Secret Melodies - Sebastian Sallow x Female!MC/Reader

Summary: Below the Hogwarts music room Sebastian discovers his friend has been keeping a dirty little secret

Prompt for @twitchydownfall kinkmas: Melolagnia (music kink) + Smug

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, Melolagnia (music kink), dubious consent (if you squint)

Sebastian noticed the inclination first at the Christmas feast. He was squeezed beside her on the long benches along with the rest of the students with nowhere else to go over the festive season. Professor Ronan had wrangled what was left of the choir to perform carols for the straggling student body. Just as they’d begun their first song she’d burst into a fit of nervous giggling and quickly excused herself to go to the loo only returning fifteen minutes later when they’d finished. For a moment Sebastian thought someone had spiked her pumpkin juice but when he sniffed her cup when she wasn’t looking, he found nothing was amiss.

His suspicion only grew every day at twelve o’clock. When the bells would chime out their merry tune her cheeks would blush and an inviting shade of crimson. It didn’t matter that she was bundled up in her heavy woollen scarf and thick tights under her skirt, a shiver would spread down her spine as if fresh snow had fallen down the back of her cloak and ice was sliding down her spine the chill electrified her nerves down to the tips of her fingers. Each time it happened she'd look rather flustered and quickly start prattling on about lunch, charms homework or any number of inconsequential things, desperately trying to hide the pink of her ears behind her hair.

Then came her disappearing act. Five to Six. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Like clockwork.

Sebastian was beginning to doubt his hypothesis, perhaps it was all just a coincidence, and he was beginning to feel rather foolish. If she didn't come, he'd have to wait until the entire orchestra had left to save himself the embarrassment. He'd be stuck, hunched over in the dusty eaves of the bell tower for another hour. He'd already been here for one not wanting to risk scaring her off or running into her outside and have to explain what he was doing so far from his usual haunts.

The orchestra were due to arrive in less than ten minutes and his back muscles were already beginning to ache from his stoop position, the low ceilings not nearly high enough to accommodate his full height. Sebastian was just about to give up and admit defeat when he heard the scuffling of a singular pair of feet on the floor above his head.

She came.

Sebastian slunk back further into the dark hiding himself from her view as she quickly clicked the small door behind her. She leased a shaky breath, carding her fingers through her hair she looked almost alight with anticipation. She walked unsteadily over to a crate folding her cloak neatly and placing it on the floor to her left. She ran her hand over her backside, smoothing out her skirt as she perched on the edge of the crate her back to him.

Sebastian could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, his pulse quickening in anticipation, devouring her greedily with his eyes like how a fox watches a chicken coop.

For a while, she just sat there silently her ankles crossed the low light cracks from the floorboards illuminated her in a streaky spotlight. A hidden star in a show ready to perform for a solitary audience.

The floorboards began to creak overhead, dust shaking loose from the rafters as the muttering crowds above their heads took their positions, strings whined as they were tuned. She looked so serene and for a moment Sebastian thought he'd been entirely wrong and perhaps she did just come here to listen merely as a patron of the arts.

Any doubt in Sebastian’s mind dissipated as soon as he heard the first pluck of a harp string. Unaware of two keen eyes watching her from the darkness she didn't suppress the violent shiver that rolled down her spine.

Much to Sebastian's delight his theory had been correct, but then again, he was rarely wrong.

As the string section purred into life that familiar shiver rattled through her but unaware of his presence she didn't hide its effect on her. A rosy stain painted her cheeks, her fingers ghosted across the heat in her face and Sebastian had to stifle the guttural groan from his own lips as he watched her follow that flush down as it as it spread lower. Her hands traced down the flush along her throat to loosen her tie and the top buttons of her blouse. The flush spreading along her clavicle, she left goosebumps in her wake.

He knew if he could see himself, Sebastian would see a similar effect staining his own skin. She was drunk on the sounds that poured in from above but he was drunk on triumph and the sight of her increasingly dishevelled appearance.

She made clean work of her buttons, and as the tempo increased from the orchestra above, she seemed emboldened with need as the wind section called out to the strings. Her shallow breathing called out to their song in an intoxicating whimper.

Her nimble fingers slid down to her ankles, and she hitched up her skirt. Lifting her hips she peeled her winter tights down her legs, exposing the soft skin of her thighs. Sebastian loosened his own tie around his neck the only thing to distract his fingers from reaching for her too soon and creating valleys in her flesh with his hands, imagining what it might feel like to sink his teeth into them.

Patience was truly a virtue, and his mouth went dry as her fingers dip tentatively between her thighs. She shuddered in time to the swelling of the brass. The noise that escaped her lips, a delicious little whine as her fingers teased her secret place was enough to break his composure. Sebastian had proved his theory right, and he felt he’d earnt a reward for his troubles.

He stepped out of the dark, on silent feet drowned out by the hum of music above he snuck up behind her. Her eyes were shut tight, too wrapped up in the song and her ministrations between her legs to be alerted to his presence towering above her. Leaning in close he could smell the fresh mallowsweet on her skin, muddled now with the heat radiating off her skin. The tempting swell of her breasts underneath her stays rose and fell with her shuddered breaths.

"You know if you wanted some help all you had to do was ask?" he purred into the shell of her ear.

Her eyes snapped open. She hurried to pull down her skirt back down her legs, but Sebastian caught her smaller hands in his. Wrapping his hand around her wrists as she stammered searching for words that wouldn’t come. Stradling the back of the crate to take the position behind her, his groin pressed against her back securing his legs astride her hips. She wriggled against his hips, jostling to get away now not only flushed with arousal but embarrassment. Sebastian couldn’t suppress the slight moan that escaped his own lips as her incessant movements brushed up against his own hardening arousal. She stilled a sound escaping her lips halfway between a horrified gasp and a needy moan. Sebastian knew she must have realised how the sight of her touching herself had affected him, feeling the stiffness twitching against the small of her back.

"Seb- I don't know what you think is going on but your wrong-" she flustered but she cut herself off with a groan as the twittering sound of flutes joined the chorus of string and brass. Her eyelashes fluttered and her thighs jerked to rub together instinctively. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you ask, Sebastian was quicker. He wrapped his free hand around her thigh, forcing them apart in his iron grip suppressing her ability to allow her any relief.

“Don’t be coy with me, pet. Or I’ll make you beg for it. I know I’ll find you dripping under here,” he cooed teasing the hem of her knickers. She whimpered. A godly sound perfectly tuned to his own primal needs that sent the blood rushing to his cock and it twitched approvingly against the small of her back.

He knew she'd beg for it.

"You know, if you’d asked, I would have been more than happy to help with your little problem," he smirked running his hand along the inside of her thigh.

“It’s really not what you think-” she began, the quiver in her voice betraying any confidence she tried to muster. She was still twitching in his firm hold, knees pressing inwards against his hands as she tried to seek relief and he admired the dips and valleys her motions created as they pressed against his long fingers.

“We can sit like this all night if you want,” he mused “Or if you’re a good girl and ask nicely and I will help.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to control her breathing, desperate to get her racing pulse that he could feel fluttering in her wrists under control. He rolled his hips against the small of her back and she sank back against him her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip as she suppressed another whimper.

“Seb…” she began just as the swell of the music broke the last shred of her resolve to resist him. “Please-” she bit out. He chuckled against the shell of her ear, nuzzling his nose through her mussed hair. She impatiently shifted her hips as he trailed his finger along the inside of her thigh. Her breath came out in hot little pants as she practically vibrated with anticipation at his torturously slow pursuit towards the apex of her thighs.

"You're soaking," he hissed, as his fingers traced her folds through the damp fabric of her bloomers "Dirty little witch, aren’t you? Coming up here to touch yourself in secret thinking no one would notice."

A small whine escaped her bitten lips and her hands had at last ceased resisting in their pursuit to break free from his grip around her wrists. Her head had lolled back against his shoulder her eyes tightly shut. Rewarding her submission Sebastian gently pressed his thumb against her clit through the soft material.

“Oh Gods,” she murmured as he began tracing soft circles. He pressed soft kisses in time to the beat of the drum behind her ear, her collarbone following the slope of her neck to her shoulder lulling her into softening her still stiff limbs in his hold. He wanted her boneless, pliant, but mostly he wanted her keening and begging for more. The deep and vibrant sounds of cellos elicited soft panting, she ground her hips against his fingers in search of more.

Satisfied she was to overcome to break free he released her wrists to loosen the ribbons of her stays. Wrapping his arm around to bring her flush against his body, pressed firmly into his chest now her arse creating a divine friction against his own throbbing need for her to rut shamelessly against her. Before she could register he’d released her hands he grasped her breast in his left hand. Kneading the soft flesh through her chamise her nipple pebbled. She moaned her now free hands wrapping around his neck to knot painfully in the back of his hair.

"Tsk, tsk. If you want more you have to ask nicely,"

"Sebastian-"

"That’s it, good girl. If you want to come, you have to say my name,” he growled his voice a deep baritone “Now tell me is this how you touch yourself when you're up here by yourself?”

"No. More-" she whined. Gone was the earlier apprehension replaced with a primal need for music and Sebastian to fill her.

"More what,” he hummed, increasing the speed of his teasing against her clit in time with the allegro.

"Touch me…”

"But I am touching you?" He chuckled fastening his mouth against her fluttering pulse to mark her skin like a composer signing his greatest work. "I wonder do you put your fingers in that pretty little cunt of yours? Hmm?"

She buried her face in his neck, the rosy stain across her cheeks deepening her gasping breaths tickling the sensitive skin below his ear. He felt her nod her head reluctantly that white-hot desire the music instilled in her body winning out over any shame she felt for her dearest friend to be the one eliciting such confessions.

"Your fingers are much too small,” he mused, releasing her breast to stretch his free hand over hers. He ran his nails across her knuckles dwarfing her smaller digits “If you say please I'll let mine stretch you out."

"Please Seb-" She practically sobbed only muffled by the deep hum of the cellos above sending her further into a frenzy. She squirmed against him desperately in search of more pressure practically aching for release. His hot breath chuckle disturbing the hair now wild framing her face.

How long had he yearned to see her like this? No longer his cocky friend but needy and desperate. She groaned slightly at the loss of his fingers on her clit but Sebastian swiftly dipped his fingers below the waistband of her bloomers and past the sparse hairs between her thighs to tease her soaking folds.

"You're soaking. Are you always this wet or is some of this for me?" If it was possible, her cheeks went an even darker shade of crimson. Before she could bury her head away in embarrassment, he caught her chin in this hand no longer clutching her breast her eyes snapped open to meet his and he grinned wide at her victoriously before plunging one finger inside her. She released a strangled cry at the intrusion into her warmth so much larger than her own slender digits. He began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her.

"You'll spoil the song if you're too loud pet. Do you think you can keep quiet? We wouldn't want anyone else to find out your little secret now, would we?"

She nodded, biting down hard on her bottom lip to stifle her needy moans. Incredibly aware of his own aching need pressed firmly into the small of her back twitching as her body wriggled against him, he released a grunt of his own against her hair. Her hips rutted forward desperately against his finger, craving more relief only he could give her.

"So needy,” he chided, sliding his middle finger to join his index in her tight heat. Her slick walls fluttered against his fingers unfamiliar to the intrusion as they stretched to accommodate him. Her keening mewls became throaty groans. He relished in the knowledge that only a few feet above their heads students played on unaware of the fact he was turning their ‘Hero of Hogwarts’ into a boneless mess beneath their feet.

"Admit you wanted me to find you up here?” he purred against her ear.

“No- but…” she trailed off. Not wanting to lose this opportunity to draw confessions from her lips in regular circumstances she would keep bottled up. But with his hand between her legs, and the ebb and flow of music fogging her mind it wasn’t just her body that was pliant under him but her tongue.

“If you tell me, I’ll make you feel so good,” he promised curling his fingers inside of her to tease that sweet spot inside of her that would make her legs tremble. Her tight little body clenched around his fingers before relaxing further into his touch, receiving him deeper.

“I think about you,” her breathless confession plucked out of her like a string of a violin.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Ah- yes,” she panted. Her eyes at last opened to look at him fully, her pupils blown so wide he could barely distinguish the colour of her irises as she stared lustily at his freckled face.

“Naughty girl, keeping secrets,” he hummed. Despite his mocking scolding, he rewarded her confession by adding his thumb to press circles over her clit. She bit down hard on her lip trying to maintain her composure despite how every pump of his fingers and swirl of his thumb was reducing her to a moaning mess. Her arm gave her stability still wrapped around his neck as her spine rounded, as she at last released her bruised lip from between her teeth a rasping moan escaping her lips. He knew they were running out of time and his own need would have to wait but that didn’t stop his hips rocking against the small of her back, desperately seeking out friction on his cock. Her fingernails dug in harshly into his neck creating half-moons in his flesh as she desperately clung to him craving the rutting of his hips against her.

The music swelled around them to an almost deafening degree and her cunt began to flutter and clench.- Her slick coating his fingers allowing him to push his fingers in deeper, increasing his tempo she rutted shamelessly down onto his fingers, in time with his own motions to keep pressure on her sweet spot. She was rising to her own crescendo and with one final crook of his fingers inside of her, she climaxed. Her scream of ecstasy created a mesmerising symphony solely for him drowned out by the ear-splitting crescendo above their heads. Her orgasm racked through her as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her prolonging her bliss. The music coursed through her and his fingers stretched her cunt in perfect harmony. Sebastian didn’t think the finest musicians in the world could create a sweeter sound than she released when her earth shattered.

She slumped bonelessly against his chest breathing heavily as he removed his fingers from her tight heat, keeping his thumb pressed against her clit to slowly coax her down from her high. She chuckled at the satiated hum she released that sent vibrations through his body.

“Next time you think about keeping a secret. Remember we make the sweetest music together.”

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snuurge · 1 month ago

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god the dichotomy between mizuki's first card during the school festival and their second one.... i feel so bad for her

both are during the after party of the school festival, but in one shes surrounded by friends. and the other theyre all alone.

in the first one they seem genuinely happy to have all these people sharing the moment with them. but in the second one they're absolutely horrified to have their secret revealed like that

the lighting is different too. in the first one the light is shining on them. she's illuminated, lit up by the people around them. in the second one she's backlit, their face darkened by the shadow of the light behind them. it really lends to the terror and dread of the situation and art

#mizuki akiyama #project sekai #mizu5 spoilers #pjsk spoilers #project sekai spoilers #proseka spoilers

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mncxbe · 1 year ago

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Hello 👋 💃 i really love your works *gives lots of love and hugs to you 😘* Gentle Fyodor is REAL!! And i am here for it. Can you do Fyodor x fem reader where they go to a festival together and kiss kiss 💋 in a ferris wheel. You can also include Nikolai as their friend. Because look at this official art 🤤 I can already imagine Nikolai forcing them to take pictures together 😖😳 Thank you!!!

Omg thank you love and yes defo this is so cute and Nikolai would 100% be that friend who randomly takes pictures of everyone shhsjs. Hope you enjoy♡

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Carnival♡

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

"Aww come on guys just one more. Say cheese" grinned the silvery haired man as he held the selfie stick above your heads.

You loosely placed an arm over Fyodor's shoulders and smiled, V-signing with your fingers. Nikolai quickly snapped a picture.

"Aww Dos kun you ruined the picture. Would it hurt to smile a little?" he pouted as he held the phone in front of you. Indeed, both you and Nikolai were smiling but Fyodor had the same impassive expression.

It's been about two hours since the three of you entered the bustling carnival and ever since Nikolai kept taking pictures of you and your boyfriend: next to the souvenir stand, riding the carrousel, eating glazed dango and cotton candy. He never gave you a break, desperate to capture every moment of your trip to the festival.

At first Fyodor didn't mind his friend's antics but they slowly started to get on his nerves. He just wanted to spend a few minutes with you.

That's why when Nikolai started mindlessly scrolling through his gallery Fyodor's fingers intertwined with yours and he gently pulled you away.

"Fedya what are you doing?" you chuckled "We can't leave Kolya like that"

"Shh myshka. We'll get back to him soon I just wanna spend soms time with you"

Your boyfriend guided you through the cheering crowd. The sun was beginning to set and the lampposts flickered to life, illuminating the park. Sweet scents of vanilla and melted sugar lingered in the air as you passed the food caravans on the side of the street.

"Are we going somewhere?" you asked sweetly but Fyodor only nodded.

"You'll see when we get there" he said dismissively as he snaked through the crowd.

Your boyfriend remained silent until the two of you reached your destination: the ferris wheel. He paid the entrance fee to a little boy in a blue yukata and then bowed, gesturing you to step into the cabin.

"After you, myshka" he said in a honeyed voice.

You stepped in the small cabin and took a seat on one of the benches; Fyodor joined you a moment after. The glass doors closed and the little box of metal began its ascension, slowly swaying in the light breeze.

The higher you got the more you could see of the glowing city. The festival park itself gleamed like a pearl, beams of neon lights creating a thin halo over the sea of people.

You gazed out the glass windows with wide eyes. "Look Fedya" you said enthusiatically as you pointed at something in the distance. "There are so many people on the carrousel! It's beautiful"

Your boyfriend barely registered your words; he was too busy relishing the sight of you in your indigo yukata with little koy-fish, sweeping hair gently framing your face. The lights of the city were reflected in your eyes.

Fyodor's heart was swelling with adoration. He scooted closer to you and took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

"You're more beautiful myshka." he said in a hushed voice.

His tender words caused a light blush to rise to your cheeks.

"My dear. You can't say that"

"And why not?" he added, sliding his thumb over your lower lip as the rest of his fingers came to rest under your chin. "It's the truth. You're enchanting."

The two of you locked gazes for a moment before Fyodor gently cupped your cheek and leaned in, his lips meeting yours. At first the kiss was so gentle, as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid of breaking; but soon enough you slid your fingers up the nape of his neck and tugged at his bun.

"Don't tempt me myshka." he warned when he eventually pulled away from you, eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know what will befall you if you keep up this act."

You only smiled as you kissed him again, this time with more passion. By this time the cabin had already reached the top of the wheel and began slowly descending, but you were too abosorbed in one another to care.

Suddenly, a loud whoosh sounded in the crammed box and Nokolai's head emerged next to you.

"Aww here you are loverbirds. I found you alas. How could you abandon me like that" he cried out, but the wide grin of his face betrayed his cheerful state.

Fyodor hastly pulled away from you, his cheeks a dark shade of red.

"Get lost, Kolya. I don't recall you paying for this ride" he said awkwardly as he spared the man a side glance.

"Ah you're right Dos kun how silly of me. My apologies for interrupting your sweet, sweet moment. You're free to get back to it."

With that the portal closed and Nikolai disappeared, leaving you and Fyodor alone once again.

"He's something else, isn't he?" you asked between giggles, causing Fyodor to sigh.

"He surely is."

Wrapping a hand around your waist the man pulled you closer and you rested your head on his chest; your bodies fitting together like two pieces of puzzle. Your ride was coming to an end, the uproar of the crowd growing louder and louder with each second that passed.

"Thanks for taking me on the ferris wheel dear." you beamed as you stepped out of the cabin.

"It was my pleasure, my love."

Your boyfriend offered you his arm and you took it before walking back to the place where you left Nikolai, slowly being engulfed by the sweet scent of caramel and the bustling crowd.

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Avatar Concept Art: Txon’tekaya clan (People of the Eclipse)

Part II here

Other concept art:

Ley’aka & At’wahey I.

Ley’aka & At’wahey II.

Twins, always.

Despite being surrounded by two stars, Pandora does have a place where sunlight is scarce, and that region is known by many as Txon’rey At’lu (Land of the Night)

The people of this clan live in guargantuan hometrees similar ot the Earth’s Sequoia trees. Each tree is connected and hollowed out for the Txon’tekaya people to live in.

The lights they use to illuminate their homes are actually lamp-like animals that absorb parasites that are attracted to the sap that drips occasionally out of the hometrees. This sap is used as a staple ingredient in many festival foods.

They do use fire, but it is used moderately. The people dance and sing around large bonfires during festivals. These Na’vi are very skilled in their tribal dances and traditions.

The creek of voices is a sacred place for the Txon’tekaya people. The deceased are traditionally buried at the base of any of the trees in the creek’s vicinity.

Na’vi are known to have Light Turquoise and Dark Blue skin, but those living in Txon’rey At’lu are born purple with stripes and mostly spotted patterned skin, their eyes ranging from grey to pale yellows/oranges

Their eyes and ears appear to be slightly bigger than other Na’vi

Because of how dark the areas away from the villages can be even in bioluminescence, many of the Na’vi local to this region are born with either exceptional eyesight or exceptional hearing. They are all sensitive to vibrations in the air and the ground, making them skilled in echolocation.

When exposed to direct sunlight, these Na’vi actually have sensitive eyes to this due to a lack of adaptation. In order to work around this, Txon’tekaya people who do venture out of their lands must wear a special headress that will partially shield their eyes from direct sunlight.

It is possible for adaption to occur for these people and sunlight, but their eyes will be more sensitive to sudden flashes of lights, rendering a certain amount of the population epileptic.

They have tails long and sturdy (like a Jaguar’s tail). These thick and sturdy tails allow them to use it as an extra limb for gripping. They can grab handled objects and can use it to hang onto branches.

These people are also known to be exceptionally strong as they must climb higher heights for longer periods of time than their Omaticaya counter-parts. Wider shoulders and high muscle mass in the legs are common as they climb and jump often.

Similar to the Tipani clan, the Txon’tekaya clan raises potential warriors & hunters from a young age.

Warriors and hunters from this clan are deadly. They are trained to do their jobs in silence, even beign trained to become indifferent to pain. Many warriors suppress their emotions when they are called to wear their armor, making many in this clan extremely intimidating

Warriors ride a dark variant of Ikran, which is smaller and notably more aggressive than other species. Their small size allows for a swift and near-soundless flight, making seasoned ikran riders extremely deadly in combat

Many of their weapons and armor are fashioned by bones. When exposed to a high amount of heat then cooled in the waters of the creek of voices, the bone becomes more harder than it once was.

Warriors and hunters are often grouped strategically on their eyesight or their hearing

The region at times has major drops in temperatures, so the Txon’tekaya people often leave their hair loose and long, their hair also grows incredibly fast as children. Full-headed braids are more common with Hunters and Warriors.

Despite having bad run-ins with humans and even other clans in the far past, this clan tends to be welcoming, many believing that individuals ultimately define themselves more than who surrounds them majority of the time.

They do speak common Na’vi, but they speak in a dialect where some of the sounds of the mother language are omitted.

#avatar oc #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #avatar na'vi #na'vi oc #na'vi art #avatar fanart #txon'tekaya #na'vi clan #ley'aka #at'wahey

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the-hermit-at-midnight · 6 months ago

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Awen: The Spirit of Inspiration in Druidic Tradition

The concept of Awen is a fundamental element in modern Druidry and Celtic spirituality. It represents a divine inspiration or creative spirit that flows through all things, fueling artistic expression, wisdom, and spiritual understanding. Rooted in ancient Welsh traditions and widely embraced by contemporary Druids, Awen encapsulates a profound connection between humanity and the natural world, the divine, and the realms of creativity and knowledge.

Historical Origins and Etymology

The term "Awen" originates from the Welsh language, where it literally means "inspiration" or "muse." Its earliest recorded usage appears in the medieval Welsh literature of the 6th century, notably in the works of the bards and poets. The concept of Awen is closely tied to the figure of the bard in Celtic society—those who were the keepers of history, lore, and cultural wisdom through their poetry and music.

In the Welsh Triads and the works of Taliesin, one of the most renowned bards of the medieval period, Awen is depicted as a divine force that grants poets their insight and creativity. The word itself likely derives from Proto-Celtic *aweno-, which means "inspiration."

Awen in Druidic Tradition

Modern Druidry, which saw a revival in the 18th and 19th centuries and continues to evolve today, places Awen at the heart of its spiritual practice. Druids view Awen as a sacred flow of inspiration that comes from the divine and permeates the universe. It is not only a source of artistic creativity but also a spiritual force that brings wisdom, clarity, and a deep connection to nature.

The Three Rays of Awen

A common symbol associated with Awen in Druidic tradition is the three rays of light. This symbol typically consists of three parallel lines or rays, often depicted radiating from a single source. Each ray represents different aspects of inspiration and spiritual illumination:

1. **The First Ray:** This ray symbolizes the spark of inspiration or the initial creative impulse. It represents the beginning of an idea or the seed of wisdom.

2. **The Second Ray:** This ray stands for the process of development and growth. It is the journey of bringing an idea to fruition, the unfolding of creative and spiritual insight.

3. **The Third Ray:** This final ray signifies completion and manifestation. It is the realization and expression of inspiration in the material world, whether through art, writing, or acts of wisdom.

The Invocation of Awen

Druids often invoke Awen through rituals and ceremonies to seek inspiration and guidance. The chant "Awen" is commonly used, either sung or spoken, to open oneself to the flow of divine inspiration. This practice serves as a meditative and spiritual exercise, aligning the practitioner with the forces of creativity and insight.

The chant of Awen is said to attune the mind and spirit to the deeper currents of the universe, allowing for a clearer reception of inspiration. It can be a solitary practice or part of communal rituals, and it often accompanies other elements of Druidic ceremonies, such as the celebration of seasonal festivals and rites of passage.

Awen and the Arts

In the realm of the arts, Awen is seen as the driving force behind all forms of creative expression. From poetry and music to visual arts and storytelling, artists in the Druidic tradition seek to channel Awen in their work. This creative process is not merely about personal expression but is viewed as a way to connect with the divine and contribute to the cultural and spiritual enrichment of the community.

Awen and Nature

For Druids, nature is a primary source of Awen. The natural world, with its cycles, beauty, and mystery, is a wellspring of inspiration and wisdom. By observing and interacting with nature, Druids believe they can tap into the flow of Awen, gaining insights and understanding that transcend ordinary perception. This deep connection to nature is reflected in the reverence for sacred groves, stones, and other natural sites that are often central to Druidic practice.

Awen remains a central and inspiring concept in modern Druidry and Celtic spirituality. It embodies the divine spark of inspiration that fuels creativity, wisdom, and a profound connection to the world around us. Whether through the arts, nature, or spiritual practice, the pursuit of Awen is a journey toward deeper understanding and harmonious existence with the universe. As Druids continue to celebrate and invoke Awen, they keep alive an ancient tradition that enriches the mind, spirit, and culture, connecting them to a timeless source of inspiration.

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CHAPTER SIX

Racing AU!

Welcome to the Jungle! It's a wild good time! Floor it when the light turns blue! I mean, green! Join Pomni for an untamed high octane race! Where doors grow on trees and Bubble gets the shock of their life!

WARNING: emotional angst/comfort

The sound of fluttering made Pomni open her eyes. Above her wasn't her bed canopy, but a spotlight. It illuminated pieces of paper drifting down around her. Outside the light was pitch blackness. She sat up and looked at the piling papers. They were missing person posters. The faces were blurred. The only legible writing was MISSING in big bold letters.

Something tugged at her ankle. An electrical cord had wrapped itself around her and started slowly pulling her under. "What? No! No!" She tried to fight it but another cord wrapped around her wrist, then her torso, then her neck. She struggled to breathe as she was buried alive. "Somebody! Please!"

Underneath, she went into freefall. The cords were gone. Colorful eyes watched her descend. Whispers came from all around that crescendoed into deafening incoherent shouts. She was falling towards something. The red exit door was facing up at her, but it was shut, she was going to crash into it! The impact shattered the door. She stopped falling, now floating listlessly amongst the splintered remains in silence.

A whirring sound got her attention. It sounded like a computer starting up. Floating in the wreckage with her was an old modem, it's dim blue screen facing her. Letters where flashing on it. P W P I Repeat. P W P I Repeat. The screen came close and flashed bright, blinding her. In the darkness, she heard a familiar voice. "Find me."

Pomni woke with a start, bolting upright. Her breathing was panicked as she looked around her room. She checked herself. Dreams were apparently still just dreams in the digital world. She took deep calming breaths and sat at the edge of her bed. When she caught her breath, she dragged her hands down her face in exasperation. "What was that..?"

She decided she needed some water and left her bedroom. It was still night out, seeing only blackness beyond the windows. At the dining table, she spoke out loud to no one. "I would like some water please." A bubble chef appeared and a pitcher of water popped into existence on the table.

"There you go!" The Bubble said cheerfully. "I made it myself."

"...sure." She didn't see a glass to pour it in but didn't really care. She took the whole pitcher and went to sit in the lounge.

In her dazed just-had-a-nightmare state, she wasn't really looking where she was going and tripped over something. She threw the pitcher straight up when she fell and it landed on her. The cold water did the trick. She was awake now. She laid defeated, face down, on the ground.

"Hello, nice night for a walk?"

She jumped. "Aah!"

"AAH!" Kinger screamed back. He had been laying on the ground like a living log when Pomni tripped over him. He was sitting up now, something clutched in his hands.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" Ironic, considering he was more than twice her height. Pomni picked up the spilt pitcher. Not really knowing what to do with it, she set it down on a side table by one of the couches. "What were you doing on the floor?"

"Listening."

"To what?"

"The voices."

Pomni grimaced. "Oh, uh...sorry I disturbed your...voice...listening?"

"It's okay. They weren't saying much tonight. I'm just hanging out with Melissa now."

"Who's Melissa?"

Kinger opened his hands. A long, bead-necklace-with-legs looking bug crawled around in between his fingers.

"Oh...she's...adorable." Pomni forced, not knowing what she was looking at.

"Thank you! I found her at a festival race. She's one of my favorites."

Being wide awake, and not wanting to be alone right now, Pomni sat on the floor next to Kinger and watched the weird bug do figure eights on his hand. There were a few peaceful moments of silence before Kinger looked in her direction, stared for a second, then screamed like she just appeared out of thin air.

"Ah!" She jumped again too. "Will you stop that!" She looked up at the loft, amazed that no one else had come out of their room with all the shouting.

"Sorry, Pomni. I'm not used to seeing someone else down here at this hour. Why are you awake?"

She sighed and sank against the foot of the couch they sat on the floor in front of. "Nightmare."

"Oh...I used to have those."

"You don't anymore?"

"Nope."

"How'd you make them stop?"

"I don't sleep. Ever."

"That explains a lot." Pomni thought of what Kinger could mean by "the voices". Was it the same voice she and Jax had heard? "Kinger, can I ask what the voices say to you when you listen to them?"

"Oh, they don't use words. It's more like vague sounds that were once part of their vocabulary. I'm...I try to listen for one voice in particular. It's been so long since I've heard it in person. I don't want to forget." Kinger gave Melissa a gentle pat. "I come down here at night because you have to listen very hard to the ground. Can't hear them over all the commotion during the day."

"Wait..." Pomni looked at the floor. "Are you trying to hear those in the cellar?"

"Yes." Kinger said sadly. "So many friends are down there now, but there was one so special, I called her My Queen. I'd give anything to hear her voice again." His eyes glazed over, he stopped petting Melissa and his bug-free hand slumped to the floor.

Pomni couldn't even begin to magine being in his position. She put her hand gently over his in an act of comfort. By the look of him, he had dissociated again. She waited quietly for him to come around.

Caine floated amongst numerous lines of numbers that surrounded him like a curtain. He was inside the core mainframe of the game. Everything that was or could be was there in front of him in coded numerical form. "Where are you?" He stared hard at the numbers rotating by him. He'd gone through the assets at least a thousand times. The red door wasn't listed. Like it didn't even exist. Frustrated, he snapped his fingers and everything disappeared. He was left in a dark grey space of silence. He took out his pipe and bubbled.

"It's still here somewhere, I can feel it. I need to find it before a human does. Why, oh WHY, did I hold on to that blasted door!?" He held his fingers against his top jaw as if to pinch the bridge of his nose, if he had one. "I'm too sentimental for my own good. Since I'm here, I may as well check everything."

He snapped his fingers and gold code filled the room. "Hmm...My own code seems to be in order. Double check those memory banks. Nope. I left the door out of bounds. I did not move it and then forget. This time, at least." He did a sudden double take as something caught his eye. "Wait. What's this?" A new line of code was in his emotive response bank. He touched it and a memory of Pomni appeared before him. Her empathy towards him had left a literal imprint on his code.

"Oh, dear Pomni...what have you done to me?" He sighed, settled into a lounged seated position and admired her face. He immediately forgot what was troubling him as his mind preoccupied itself with thoughts of Pomni.

Pomni stayed with Kinger until morning. He hadn't said much more to her, but did hum to himself. She almost fell asleep again from his dolcet tones. Instead, she resigned to curling her knees to her chest and zoning out. Kinger was on to something, doing that felt great.

Ragatha was downstairs at first light and smiled when she saw Pomni. "Good morning! You're up early." She leaned against the couch next to Pomni, who was still on the floor with Kinger, and waved to the curled up bug in Kinger's hand. "Hello, Melissa."

Kinger put a finger to his face in a shushing motion. "She's sleeping."

Ragatha lowered her voice. "Sorry. Hey, would either of you like to join me in watching the sunrise?"

"Not now, this time. I need to put Melissa to bed." Kinger stood in one smooth motion and slid away.

"I will." Pomni got up and stretched. She remarkably didn't feel sore from sitting on the floor for what must have been at least a few hours. They went out on the lawn on the east side of the garage. The sky was various shades of pastel pinks and yellows as the sun was just starting to make it's ascent over the horizon.

Ragatha took a deep breath. "Nothing like a sunrise to give you energy for the day. I don't always take the time to watch them, but it's nice every once in awhile."

Pomni gave a non-committal grunt in response. Her head was still full of, well, everything. "I have a question. Totally random. Have you...ever heard voices? Like, disembodied voices?"

Ragatha thought for a moment. "Sometimes Caine throws his voice and you'll hear him in places you don't see him, but other than that, no. Why?"

"Heh, like I said. Totally random."

Ragatha looked concerned. "Are you hearing voices, Pomni?"

"Digital hallucinations." Pomni said a bit too fast.

"Right, Caine's favorite catch phrase..." Ragatha sighed. "He'd say the same to me all the time the first few months I was here, back when I was still looking for a way out. Thought I saw one once. Never got to it, though."

"You saw an exit?" Pomni's voice went up a pitch.

"I don't know. It was only once and I'm convinced it wasn't real anyway. It was a red door with a literal exit sign printed on it. As if it would be that easy..."

"Ragatha, that was real! It exists! You're not the only one who's seen it, in fact, I went though it!"

"What!?"

"Yeah! But, it only led me to the void. So, I guess, in a way, I DID leave the game, but not the digital space."

"You went out into the void!?" Ragatha tugged anxiously at her hair.

"Yeah, it was...an experience, to say the least."

"How did you get back? Caine?"

"Caine."

"Wow. You really have had an eventful week. I'm proud of you for taking all this as relatively well as you have. Some may not have faired as well in your place. You have a strong will."

Pomni smiled. "Thanks...you've helped make this a bit easier. You all have. I'm glad to have met you."

Ragatha put her hands over her heart and smiled back.

A high pitched scream from inside broke the morning peace, followed by crashing sounds. Pomni looked back in surprise, but Ragatha was unbothered. "Sounds like some of the others are up."

"You don't want to check that out?"

"The scream was Gangle. I can guarantee you Jax did something to upset her and Zooble is handling it. Any mess they leave behind isn't a bother. The garage resets every time it reappears after a race, or if it's bad enough, Caine handles it."

Jax was thrown through a window behind them, rolling several feet before sliding to a stop.

Ragatha smirked. "See?"

"You pull a stunt like that again, I'll wollop ya into next week!" Gummigoo yelled from the broken window.

Ragatha's eye widened. "Oh. Nevermind. Now I do want to know what happened." She and Pomni went over to Jax, who was still face down on the grass. Ragatha squatted down and poked Jax in the head. "Hey, you dead?"

"I wish." He growled.

"We all do, buddy. What happened in there?"

Jax got up and brushed himself off. "Turns out our resident NPC can't take a joke any better than you."

"What did you say to him?" Pomni demanded.

"Nothing. All I did was tell the bubbles that some candy was left in Gummigoo's room."

"Jax!" The two women yelled at the same time. Pomni ran inside to find Gummigoo nursing huge bite marks all over his body. Gangle was holding a bottle of syrup for him as he applied some to his wounds.

Gangle waved Pomni over. "Gummigoo got attacked! The bubbles tried to eat him! It was horrific!"

"Are you alright?" Pomni asked Gummigoo directly.

"I'm fine." He hissed as he applied more syrup. "But a few got some deep bites in. Funny, when the bossman said I was unkillable, I was hoping that also meant I couldn't get hurt."

"Big difference between being unkillable and invincible." Zooble commented. "Nice work on Jax, by the way. Fighting him is practically a right of passage around here. You're really one of us now."

"Serves the pop licker right. Who laughs at a bubble attack? ...okay, out of context, that is kind of funny." Gummigoo gave a slight chuckle.

Pomni felt a bit guilty. "I'm glad you're okay. Sorry I didn't mention how the bubbles can be sometimes. You shouldn't have had to figure that out the hard way."

"No worries, mate. I'm one tough gummy. It takes more than few bubbles to put me down. I'll be ready to race by the time bossman shows up."

Caine's wacky watch took him out of his daydreaming. He'd been smart enough to set an alarm for himself this time. "Oh yeah, I need to prep for today's race." He teleported out of the mainframe to his workshop. He rubbed his hands together and had a look around. "Alrighty! What have I had cooking up this week? I finally completed Candy Canyon Kingdom and then I-...huh, I actually haven't worked on anything new since. Well, it's a bit late to try something new again today." He flew over some of the older tracks and assets, trying to pick out a good one.

"Hmmmmm, let's seeeeee....Jumping Jungle? Maybe. Dessert desert? No, that's just beta Candy Canyon. Spudey's Drive Thru? I thought I deleted that one. Murder Drone Market? Eh...that one might be a bit intense for our newer racers. Meta Reference? Why do I even have this?" He threw that last one away.

Taking a look around, he shook his head in disgust. "I really need to clean up around here. I was so wrapped up in having fresh new tracks for so long, I never really got around to organizing."

He paused, putting in another reminder into his watch. "Let's do this while I have motivation and time." He cracked his fingers and started snapping. Everything came off the ground and flew around to where he wanted it. He summoned a giant trash can to collect what he didn't want anymore.

When he came to the Candy Canyon assets, he stopped at Gummigoo. "What to do with you? I can't reuse you, it would make things too confusing. Pomni would probably tear me apart pixel by pixel if I removed the wrong Gummigoo from existence. That would probably be quite the experience..." He cleared his voice and set Gummigoo down with the other gummy bandits. "You can stand there with your old friends for the rest of forever, I guess."

He couldn't decide what to use, so he ultimately resorted in pointing in a random direction and using the first track he saw.

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Cheers rang through the garage. Ragatha had offered to teach Gummigoo table tennis and now they were in the throws of a heated sudden death match. The ping pong flew back and forth faster and farther with each hit. Ragatha was vaulting over the couch. Gummigoo was all the way on the dining table at one point. The others were spectating with huge buckets of popcorn. Except Zooble, who was reffing. A foul was called when Jax held his leg out to trip Ragatha and loud arguing ensued.

Caine popped in right in the middle of the ruckus. "My, my aren't you all rowdy today! Good! Because we're going to the Jungle, baby! Haha!" He stuck his hand inside his top hat and unfolded it into an explorer's cap. He twirled his cane and pointed it at Pomni. "My dear, if you had fun yesterday, then you're going to LOVE this track!"

Pomni shrank under the knowing, some taunting, gazes of her friends. He WAS paying her special attention. "Oh boy..."

"OH BOY indeed, Pomni! Let's go!" He took her hand and nearly kart wheeled with her through the wall.

"They're so cute. It's like a romantic musical, only without the singing." Gangle said.

"What's a musical?" Asked Gummigoo.

"I have much to teach you." She patted his shoulder.

Outside was indeed a jungle, a thick colorful rainforest with trees as tall as the sky. The track had five layers from the forest floor to the tree canopy. In between the layers were dead ends with huge green and pads with numbers on them. It was a huge multiple choice route track and racers would have to be strategic on whether to take the high or low road to stay ahead.

"Welcome to the Jumping Jungle Jamboree!" Caine enthusiastically pointed to the track with keeping a hold of Pomni's hand. The longer he talked, perhaps the longer he'd get to hold her. "This wacky and wild winding track takes you on an epic adventure through the Jumping Jungle! WHY is it called that!?, I hear you say! Well, because of the jump pads, of course! You use them to change tracks! Some layers are more advantageous than others at certain points in the race so choose wisely!" Caine looked eagerly at Pomni.

"Oh, uh, okay! I can't wait." She could feel everyone staring at her. This was putting her too much on the spot. "Caine, let me down now? Please?"

"Of course, my dear!" He was slightly disappointed she didn't seem as thrilled over this one, but he only had himself to blame. His old work wasn't his best. He let her down and made sure not to forget to let go this time. He still kept his eyes mostly on her as he explained their objective. "This one is simple! Don't get caught! There is a poacher out for racers and his traps are all over the jungle! If you're caught, you'll be heavily delayed, like being hit by a purple shell! His traps move each lap so keep your wits about you! Everybody ready?"

Pomni felt someone elbow her back. "Are you ready, MY DEAR?" Jax taunted in her ear and she swung at him. She missed and tried to walk it off, but she was very clearly flustered.

"Racers! Start! Your! Engines!!" Caine announced proudly into his cane.

Pomni rolled her shoulders in a last minute stretch. She was ready this time.

First light

She gripped the wheel tight.

Second light

Rev for good measure.

Third light

Focus.

BLU-GREEN!!

"Huh?" Pomni botched her take off and Zooble had to swerve to avoid running into her.

Caine cringed hearing Pomni's kart slip a gear. "ooo, rough start for Pomni! Kinger is showing everyone why he wears the crown by taking the lead! He's already at the first jump pad! Looks like his HIGH-NESS is taking the third track up! Gummigoo is the only one contending for first! Ragatha is still fighting for a spot in line! Jax is keeping Gangle tied up, literally, and- hey! No detaching limbs to strangle your opponents on the track! I made that rule specifically for you, Zooble!"

Pomni had a lot of ground to make up and she didn't know where to start. The track was all over the place. She guessed at random and she took a pad with the number four in it. Her kart bounced high into the air and she came down on the track second from the top.

"That wasn't so bad." She spoke too soon. A huge catcher's net came down and snagged her kart and became stuck in place for several seconds.

"Oh no! The poacher caught Pomni! Be careful out there! He'll take your speed and place away from you! Unless you're already in last, like Pomni. But that's beside the point! Run free like the wild racers you are! Don't! Get! Caught!"

Caine took a breath away from the mic. "Hey, Bubble?" He took off his hat and his personal Bubble buddy came out of it.

"Yeah, boss?"

"I need you to check something for me. I can't step away right now."

"Sure thing! What do ya need?"

"The start light. Double check the green would you?"

"Okay!" They floated off in the wrong direction.

Caine stretched his arm way out to catch Bubble and steer them in the right direction.

Pomni grunted with frustration and floored it out of the net. She saw a green pad with the number two on it. It launched her in the air and she glided down to the second level track. There she found a cupcake and took the boost around a banked turn.

She saw an orange shell at the last second, slammed her brake and it bounced past her. Jax sneered at her as he passed. She didn't give him the time of day. Cane item. Let's see how he likes things being thrown at him. The cane arced and hit not only Jax but Ragatha as well. Pomni blasted past both of them.

"Pomni is proving she's still in this! Mess with the jester, become the JOKE! Haha! I love it!" Caine clicked his heels together.

Bubble was down by the finish line, the starting light hung to the side out of the way. They looked very closely. The light was off. They licked it. Now the light was covered in soapy residue. They took a bite, one of their teeth pierced the light and gave them a shock. Blue electricity jolted Bubble into dropping the light. They were discombobulated for a moment, then settled. They blinked their beady eyes, looked around, and saw Caine in the jungle themed booth. They floated on up to him.

"Oh hey, Bubble. Find anything?'

"No. Everything is fine." Bubble said flatly.

"Fantastic! This track is a bit old. The light for this track just hasn't been used in a long time, might have a few bugs. Thanks for looking."

Bubble didn't respond. They hovered next to him, staring.

Pomni saw Kinger below her when she jumped to level three. She has to be in second place or close to it. The track was so convoluted she doubt she'd be able to tell until she got back to the finish line.

Another poacher trap triggered. This one was a giant bear trap. "Holy [%$!#]!" She swerved away, almost hit the opposite wall, then hit a booster lane sideways. Her tires screamed from the friction and she went slower than the booster would typically move her.

Ragatha was on the same level and saw Pomni struggling to straighten out. She hit the booster and side swiped Pomni enough to get her facing forward again. "You really need to learn how to drift!" She yelled back as she sped off.

"I'm working on it!" Pomni wasn't sure if Ragatha could hear her, she was so far ahead at that point.

Bubble examined Caine. Watched him closely as he announced the goings on of the race. Bubble then looked outside. They saw the NPC crowd doing it's standard affair of energized cheering. Then the racers came. Learning their names from Caine's announcement, bubble locked on one racer. Pomni.

They watched her zoom out of sight. "So you're her." Bubble mumbled to themself. "I do hope you're more useful than the last human. I look forward to meeting you." Bubble popped with a slight snap of static electricity.

Pomni started lap two going all the way to the top. She jumped to level five alone. Taking advantage of the have the whole track to herself, she tries to drip around a tight bend. She slide but not in the way she wanted. She lost some speed but that's what the stored cupcake she had was for.

She was about to attempt again when something red caught her eye. On a branch, just off the track, was the exit door. She stared at it until another branch blocked it for a second, then it was gone.

"I'm losing it. No, it's moving. Jax said...but Caine said...but..." She didn't know who or what to believe.

The wall believes she should be paying attention. She slammed headlong into it, coming to a sudden stop that would have been deadly without cartoon physics. She shook it off but not before looking back to see if the door reappeared. It did not.

Caine almost teleported out of instinct. Seeing her crash like that was jarring, even if she was fine. "Come on, Pomni. Get your head in the game. What's going on with you today?" He said quietly away from his cane.

Pomni used a train for a bit of a boost and found Gummigoo. He was in his element. He navigated the track really well and his bike was maneuverable enough to easily avoid the poacher traps. He was so confident, he did a trick next to Pomni.

"Check it out!" He stood on his bike like it were a surfboard. He even rode it on a boost.

"Nice!" She shouted back to him. It was genuinely cool. Best she could do was slam a golden cupcake and give him the peace out sign as she flew by him.

"Pomni is going through a baker's dozen of cupcakes! Such lucky drops! She's gaining fast on Kinger around the last bend! It's neck and neck to the end of lap two! One more lap will decide the winner! With a track this wild, it's still anybody's game!"

Pomni and Kinger took different paths after crossing into lap three. She stayed on track one, he bounced to track four. Track one had the least amount of light, being on the jungle floor, but it was still incredibly scenic with bioluminescent fungi. She drove over and under giant mossy tree roots.

The items were not as idealic. Soap and canes and white shells that really only work with other people close by. The size of the track had all of them spread out. A poacher's pit opened just in front of her. She swerved too late and her rear tires got caught so she was stuck.

"Oh come ON!" She shouted, exasperated.

In the short time she had trapped. She saw it again. The red door. It was taunting her, she just knew it. She remembered her dream and the voice beyond the threshold. This wasn't any coincidence, and she WASN'T going crazy.

The trap released her and she gunned it for the door, but the moment her kart left the track, a swarm of bubbles course corrected her. "No! Let go!" She tried shooing the bubbles away but nothing worked, they put her back on the track before popping.

She had lost sight of the door again and she cranked her neck to find it. It was gone.

"[%$!#] this." She hopped out of her kart and ran off the track.

"What has gotten into her??" Caine teleported to Pomni's position. She was still running and climbing over obstacles further off track. "Pomni! What are you doing!? The race isn't over!"

"The door, Caine! I saw THE DOOR!"

Oh no. "Pomni, listen to me! That door is not safe to use! It won't lead you out of the game! You already know that!"

"Then why do I keep seeing it!?" She stopped and turned to face him so abruptly, he nearly flew right into her. "It's EVERYWHERE, Caine!! Is that YOUR doing!? Are you having fun driving us mad with an exit we can't use!?"

"NO!!" He shouted back. The stress of the last few days was bubbling close to the surface and it was pouring out in his words. "I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR YEARS TO KEEP THINGS SAFE AND STABLE! WHICH, APPARENTLY, IS IMPOSSIBLE DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT'S MY PRIME DIRECTIVE!!"

They both fell silent. The ambience of the jungle mixed with the distant roar of kart engines and, even more distant, the crowd. The eye contact was intense, like if they looked away, the other would snap. Pomni caught her breath and swallowed hard.

"Then why, Caine? Why is it everywhere?" She said calmly but there was a slight tremble in her voice.

Caine heard the volume of the crowd increase. The race was over for the others. He sighed. "Finish the race. We'll talk after. Not a word to the others about the door. I mean that." His last words were sharp.

He snapped his fingers and she was back in her kart. He was back in his booth. He regretted yelling at her. He hit a prerecorded winner announcement and bubbled his pipe.

Pomni crossed the finish line with generic fanfare, not that she cared. She immediately got out of her kart and didn't let Caine out of her sight.

"Where've you been!? The race was over ages ago! And here I started to think you'd actually be a challenge." Jax taunted.

"Shut up, Jax." Ragatha said, standing by Pomni. "Everyone has off days, and she's still new to this."

Caine came down from his booth. "Well done, everyone! And we'll done Kinger, for winning your third consecutive race! That gives you a big lead on the board! Keep it up and you just might take that trophy from Ragatha! Here is your reward!" He snapped and a jar popped into existence. Kinger caught it and cooed at what was inside: a giant centipede that was much bigger than a real giant centipede.

"Another for the collection!" Kinger said excitably. "I think I'll name you Carl."

Ragatha felt woozy looking at the creepy crawler and stepped back behind Pomni.

The jungle world pixelated as the racers walked behind the starting line. The garage appeared to them, opening its doors in welcome. They started idle conversations and looked forward to some relaxation.

Ragatha turned when she realized Pomni wasn't following. "Hey, you coming?"

"I'll catch up." Pomni's eyes darted to Caine and back.

Ragatha got the hint. "Oh, okay. See ya later." She went inside and shut the door.

Pomni stayed outside with Caine as the world finished it's transformation back to the default test track. The silence was tense. Caine refolded his hat to be it's usual top hat self. He was stalling. He held his hat in his hands, fiddling with the rim. "Pomni, please allow me to apologize for my actions. As your host, rasing my voice with you was unprofessional and uncalled for. I was out of line."

"No...no you weren't." Pomni kicked the grass. "I went too far. I accused you without evidence to back up my claim. I should be the one who owes you an apology."

"Perhaps we both acted brashly. This has been an...unusual week. Things can be chaotic around here, for sure but it's typically isolated to the track. Lately, it's been all over. I wasn't lying about keeping things safe and stable within the game being my prime directive. Humans are meant to come here and enjoy themselves. It's what I live for."

"They're also supposed to leave." She added a bit coldly.

"Yes. They should. But they can't. And there's nothing I can do to fix it. I've tried."

Pomni's eyes widened. "You have?"

"Yes, all the way back with the first batch of humans. When they realized they we're trapped, one of them abstracted. I created the cellar in that moment to contain him. The other humans started to panic. I tried to fabricate a way out...but I can't fix the error." Caine sunk until his knees almost grazed the grass. It was the closest to the ground Pomni had ever seen him.

"Is that were the door came from?"

"Yes. It is the real exit. But it's been disconnected from the actual mechanic that releases you from the game. Now it goes out into the void. And the void...." He grabbed Pomni by the shoulders. He was eye level with her. "The. Void. Is. Dangerous. Please, for the love of every bit of binary that makes up my being, please, DON'T go out there. The door has gone beyond my control and it's moving around at random. If you see, don't go near it. Don't even look at it."

"What? I thought you controlled everything. How is it out of your control?"

Caine sighed heavily and released her shoulders. "I'm embarrassed to admit that I've been experiencing glitches. Small ones, mostly harmless, but now...an entire asset has left my sphere of influence. Which, yes, SHOULD be impossible, but apparently, it's not. I told you before, I'm an incomplete game. I'm broken. More broken than I thought, and...and..." He squeezed his hat to keep his hands from shaking. "I'm afraid, Pomni. Afraid of what will happen to all of you if I lose control entirely."

Pomni placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "We're all afraid, Caine. Welcome to what it's like to be human."

Caine looked at her, his hands feeling less tense. "You consider me human?"

"You've expressed fear, anxiety, embarrassment, which is rooted in pride, anger and regret all in a short period of time. Not just programmed excitement. You seem as close to human as I've even seen a piece of technology be."

"I-...thank you, Pomni. Truly. Being around you does make me feel more human, because you've been quite the experience since you've got here."

She was still learning how to read his unique facial features, but she could swear he was smirking at her. She couldn't help but smile back a little. "How so?"

He put his hat on and twirled his cane. He put it to the ground and leaned on the handle. "Well, for one, you're hilarious. You have a real knack for physical comedy."

"Are you calling me clumsy?"

"Potato potato." He cleared his voice. "You're incredibly clever. This is the first time I've ever had such a conversation with any of the humans that have been here. You're kind. You take the time to listen to others and seem to understand their point of view rather quickly. You're tenacious. When you've got your mind set on something, not even I can stand in your way. Not that I do a lot of standing." He stretched his floating limbs for emphasis. He started counting on his fingers. "You're bold. You're beautiful. You're-"

"Okay, you can stop." Pomni was blushing to the brim of her hat. "I'm flattered, but you think way too highly of me. I'm still human. I have a temper."

"Oh I know, I've seen it up close and personal." He tugged at his lapel, remembering when she grabbed him out of bounds to demand about the door the first time. "And anger looks just as good on you as compassion, my dear."

"I'm stubborn!"

"It's one of your most endearing traits."

"I- I'm not very sociable. I prefer to be by myself most of the time."

"Who needs society? I hear it's awful." He laid down in the air in front of her, holding his chin with his free hand.

"I don't like being put on the spot!"

"Noted. I'll keep my attention for you between us." He winked.

That shut her down. She was so flustered she couldn't form coherent sentences. "You- you!"

"What about me?" He leaned closer. His voice teasing.

Her heart, or what felt like a heart, hammered in her chest. It was finally dawning on her how much he was flirting with her. The conversation was out of hand and she was not sure how to handle it. "Goodnight!" She literally ran from him.

"Goodnight, my dear. See you in tomorrow's race." He snickered as she ran off. "Adorable." He floated up right and twirled his cane idly. He was in a much better mood now. A mood to create. He teleported away.

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