#also their laying in grass. like stargazing or something

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Favorite assistant

Warnings: smut

The night sky was clear and full of stars. It was a cold night, but that didn’t stop them from going outside to stargaze. They were lying down on a blanket that they spread out on the grass. They were really relaxed, until they heard a noise. They got up quickly, and was in a fighting stance

They relaxed again once they saw that it was Logan. They were his assistant teacher at Xavier’s school. Logan was quick to notice their fast heart rate because of his senses. “Don’t worry, it’s just me” he reassured as he notices their spot that they made for themselves. “Of course you came out here to stargaze. I should’ve known” he says as they laid back down on their blanket. Logan asked if he could lay down next to them to also stargaze

They didn’t think anything about it, so they said yes. They were forgetting at this moment that they have a massive crush on him. He smiles as he lays down next to them now. He looks look up at the stars, and was also starting to feel more relaxed than ever. He was definitely not just relaxed because of the stars, but because they were laying down next to him

They looked at him now, and blushed at how content he looked. It was nice to see him this relaxed since they knew how hard he’s had it. “It’s not polite to stare” he teases, which makes their face get redder now. They were quick to look away now as he turns to look at them. He chuckles and couldn’t help but admire how embarrassed they got from that

He also knew that the blush was worsening because of him. He’s known about their crush since day one. It was so painfully obvious, but what wasn’t obvious for them was him flirting. They always think it’s some trick since they never had the greatest luck when it came to relationships

“Actually you can stare. I definitely don’t mind you staring like you always do” he says, which makes them look back at him. They looked absolutely shocked, which makes him chuckle. “All those words that I’ve been saying to you were all real sweetheart. I understand why you wouldn’t think that they were, but I can assure you they were real” he says as there was a different look in his eyes tonight

He could pick up how aroused they were already, which makes him smirk. “I know something that might convince you because I know you still don’t believe me” he says before his lips were on theirs. They were shocked, but returned the kiss. The two’s mouths start to fight as he finds himself on top of them, not caring if the two were outside at all

They had to pull away for air, and they could feel their arousal growing with how close he is to them. He takes off his leather jacket, and then his white tank top. “I’m gonna fuck you right here. Are you fine with that?” He asked them in a sultry voice, which makes them immediately nod their head to say yes. He smirks again, and now takes their top off now

They were already enjoying his hands being on their body already. Once their top was off, his eyes darkened at their hard nipples. His mouth immediately goes to work on their nipples. He’s licking the left nipple and then the right nipple, making sure that both nipples get equal attention. They arched their head back against their blanket, which makes his eyes go onto their head now

He pulls away from one of their nipples now, which makes them almost lift their head up: when he orders them to keep their head arched. They immediately did as told. “Good girl” he murmured before undoing his belt. “I’m gonna make you feel good princess” he says as he puts his belt onto the ground nearby as well

He takes his pants off now to show how much he’s been craving them. He was hard, and it took them by surprise that it was because of them. “You’re such a good assistant. I understand why Charles said that we’d get along” he continues in a sultry voice as he now takes their pants off for them. Once their pants were mixed in the pile of dirty clothes, he saw how much they wanted him

He gets rid of his boxers and their underwear quickly. Their eyes go onto his cock, and realized how big he was, but that only excites them more. “Just a heads up for you, but I will be rough. Do you still want me to continue?” He asked them as their eyes go back onto his. “Yes” they said, which makes him smirk. He slams into them, causing their pussy to stretch out now

Their back arches back now as he start thrusting already at a fast pace. He lets out moans of pleasure, which sounded extraordinary in their ears. “You comfortable?” He asked genuinely, since he doesn’t want to cause pain that isn’t pleasant. “Uh huh. Don’t worry daddy” they say before they moaned

The two’s hands were intertwined with each other’s as he was fucking them outside in the dark where anyone could find them. “I’ve gotta warn ya about one thing, princess” he spoke eventually again as he was now hitting their g spot. “Oh my god- d-does y-your c-claws c-come o-out w-when y-your close?” They asked in between moans as they hoped that their theories were in fact correct

“Actually, they come out when I do come” he says, which makes them clench around him already. They knew they weren’t going to last long since they always had a feeling that if this day were to come, they’d not last long. “I’m so close!” They moaned louder, hoping no one could hear them. This makes him quickly move his hand to cover their mouth now to shush them

This makes them come, which makes his other hand cover their mouth too. He knew that they were gonna let out a scream. He was being gentle of course, since he didn’t want them to pass out. Once they were done screaming because of their orgasm, he removes his hands. “You’re quite vocal. I’ll keep that in mind for next time” he says as he now felt his own orgasm coming now

“Oh fuck” he cursed as his eyes met theirs. His hands go beside their hands, since he didn’t want to hurt them. The way they currently looked after they had their orgasm, makes him have his own. His claws come out as came. He was holding back being really loud, since he didn’t want someone to find the two over here. After he was done, he had to stop himself from continuing

He gets out of them, and told them that the two could continue in his room. They liked that idea. He smiles as he gets up. They get up as well, and now the two were getting dressed. Once the two were both dressed, he picks up their blanket for them. While walking back inside, the two hold hands. Once the two were in his room, he places the blanket onto his chair

As he does that, they were already getting undressed again. When he turns to face them, he notices that their top was off already. He smirks as he now gets his tank top off again. “I bet you’re ass is begging for some attention as well” he says as they take their pants off, showing how wet they were already again

They nodded their head as his eyes darkened at how quickly they were to get aroused again. He takes the rest of his clothes off as they discarded their underwear. Once they were fully naked, they go over to his bed and got on his bed. Legs spread out for him, showing how badly they needed him again

He wasted no time with getting onto them and having his lips on theirs as he goes back into them. They almost pulled away from the kiss, but he placed his free hand on the back of their head to keep them from pulling apart as he begins to thrust roughly against their g spot. His bed was squeaking and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room

The scent of sex intoxicating for both them and Logan. They moaned against his lips as the two make out feverishly as he thrusts into them. They had to pull apart for air as breathy moans came out of their mouth now. Their head arches back as their eyes go to the back of their head as they were being louder than they were being outside

“Fuck! You sound amazing, darling” he says as he lets out his own moans. The sound of his own moans was enough to make them cum again. They screamed out his name in pleasure this time, which makes him cum inside of them afterwards. He stops thrusting, and gets out of them. “Get on all fours” he whispers against the shell of their ear before standing up

They listened and then gets back onto his bed as he positions himself now. His hands intertwined with their hands as he slams right into their ass. They had a feeling that they wouldn’t be able to walk for a while after all of this. But it was gonna be worth it since they wanted this to happen for so long now. He begins to thrust harshly and roughly, causing their head to arch onto his shoulder

Moans left their mouth again as he begins to leave hickeys on their neck that would be visible to the others in the morning. They don’t really care though if anyone notices the marks on their neck from such a wonderful night of pleasure. The nosies he made were intoxicating to them as well as the noises that they made were to him. He could drink up their noises all night, and that was his full intention

He just couldn’t get enough of them as he finds himself not being able to stop himself from pleasuring them. The amount of times the two had orgasmed throughout the night just made him want to continue longer. They hadn’t mind, since they were enjoying themselves in this sensual night. When it was morning though, he finally stops

He had laid down next to them now as he was finally exhausted from the pleasured night. They laid there feeling their legs being sore already. He was just staring at the ceiling as he catches his breath. They just looked at him, and couldn’t help but smile at him

[forge-octarian-jacket]

“Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

“…”

[wriothesleybear]

Jiyan SFW Headcanons

~a/n: I’m a simp for strong, gentle dragon man. Here’s some sfw Jiyan headcanons. I’ll probably do a seperate post for nsfw headcanons for him. It’s been a long while since I’ve last written so hopefully I’m not rusty.

Protective and doting boyfriend! (will defend your honor) Not really but he knows how dangerous it is outside the city so he doesn’t like to let you walk alone without him so he can guarantee your safety. He knows you’re capable of handling yourself but he can’t help but worry. He doesn’t have that much relationship experience due to most of his life being focused on battling tacet discords and protecting Jinzhou city and its people. Although he may not know much regarding relationships, he’s a quick learner and you can’t really tell that he’s that inexperienced due to how well of a boyfriend he is to you. I can see him being the nurturing and mothering type. What I mean by that is he pays attention to your wellbeing and health, making sure you’re eating right, making sure you’re happy, etc. Your well being comes before his. Man can cook. You will be well fed when he cooks for you, making sure you’re eating a healthy, hearty meal. He’s a really good listener and will put all his attention on you when something’s bothering you. He’ll do everything he can in his power to dispel your problems and to ensure that you’re happy.

Not the type to really be into pda. Not because of his duty to portray a respectable image of being a General everyone looks up to but due to preferring to share your affection for one another behind closed doors without watchful eyes that are usually on him in public. The farthest he’ll go with pda is hand holding or having you rest your hand on the inside of the crook of his elbow. Plus all the elders would probably tease you two if they saw you being lovey dovey in public. It’s already hard enough with them seeing you guys near one another. The elders always ask you two about wedding bells and children. Your cheeks burn red while Jiyan coughs, closing his eyes to stop himself from blushing as well and just tells the elders maybe in the future. This causes you to hide your face into the side of his arm as shyness, warmth, and giddiness overcomes your senses. He smiles down at you and adores your cuteness. He seems like he’d be good with kids. Maybe a little awkward and quiet but he’s sweet, caring, and gentle. He wouldn’t mind having a family with you in the future. Hopefully when things have calmed down, he’ll ask you to marry him and you two can start a family.

He is such a gentleman. He always asks for permission before doing anything he thinks you may be uncomfortable with. Instead of buying flowers from the shop, man actually plants his own flowers and gifts them to you. He would create a special flower that would represent his love and affection for you. (He would for sure propose to you in the middle of the little garden he made for you under the twinkling lights.) Speaking of lights, he loves stargazing with you. It’s one of his favorite activities with you. Just laying in the soft grass, enjoying the night breeze and cuddling close to one another as you enjoy the peacefulness with one another.

Good kisser. His favorite type of kisses are long, slow, passion filled kisses. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding your body close to his while his other hand gently cups your cheek as his lips connect with yours, electricity shooting through the both of you. Everytime before he heads out onto the battlefield, he always makes sure to give you a long passionate kiss that takes your breath away because he doesn’t know when he will be back or if there’s a chance he’ll make it back, so he wants to make sure you understand his undying love for you in case he doesn’t make it back home to you. He also likes forehead kisses. Sometimes when he returns from the field and he really missed you, he doesn’t leave your side for a while and always has a hand on you. One time, he came close to not making it home from a field mission that when he stepped through the door to your shared home, he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a long time. You swear you could feel him shaking a little, you got worried that something bad happened. After a few minutes of silence, he told you what happened and that he was worried he wouldn’t see you again. You cupped his face in your hands and peppered kisses all over his face until he melted into you and was finally calm. You told him that everything was okay and all that mattered was that he was here with you now. Although he was grateful for your comforting words and affection, he still didn’t stray far from you that whole night. At bedtime, he held you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck as you combed your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. Due to the exhaustion from battling and the comfort of your gentle touches, he quickly fell asleep. He did wake up a few times during the night worried that you were gone but he calmed down once you realized you were still in his arms.

He likes doing mundane things with you when he has the time. Sitting in nature together, enjoying street food, drinking tea while having idle conversations, reading side by side, etc. Sometimes he gets lost in thought as he gazes at you while you are doing something. He’s busy admiring the serene look on your face as you pick flowers, the gentle touch as you carefully put the flowers together into a crown, then the bright smile that graces your beautiful features as you place it on the top of his head. You break him out of his trance by placing a hand on his cheek as you call his name. You ask him if he’s ok and he replies by taking hold of your hand and turns his head to his lips to press a kiss on the inside of your palm. He gives you a loving look and rids your worries and says he’s just admiring his wonderful s/o. Giggling, you lean into him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

He’s insecure sometimes and gets lost in negative thoughts of the failure of protecting his fellow fallen soldiers. When this happens, just hold him please. He has a lot of weight on his shoulders from the responsibility and grief he carries on a daily basis. When you hold him tight with his head resting on your chest and tell him that it’s ok, that weight is lifted a bit. He forgets his negative thoughts when he’s with you.

Lets you play with his hair and help him put his hair up. Ngl it’s hard to not be a little jealous of his long, soft, beautiful hair. He gets so relaxed when you’re doing his hair. He has fallen asleep sometimes. You try multiple hairstyles and have even put flowers in his hair. You couldn’t help how ethereal he looked. He didn’t really understand but he didn’t mind your adoration for him.

[arminsumi]

Can i request megumi comforting reader after a bad day? i need happy comfort fluff today and you words are magic

★ Stargazing with Megumi

★ Pairings : fem reader / Megumi

★ Synopsis : Megumi takes you stargazing. Who knew he was such a space nerd?

★ Content : fluff, comfort, cheesy/dorky flirting

★ Note : 🪄🔮 sprinkling cosmic happiness dust on u rn!! hope u feel better!!

Arms spread out, laid on your back in the cool grass as a humid summer breeze drifts by, looking up at the dusky purple sky as stars slowly start to appear one by one.

Megumi shifts around next to you, trying to get comfortable. He bends his knees, you glance at his legs and note how much longer his legs are than yours.

A soft sigh leaves his nose. He brings his hands together over his midriff and fidgets his fingers while stealing sideways glances of you.

One particular star in the sky has caught your attention. It shines like a jewel. You blink at it, ignoring all the other littler stars that are coming out.

"Megumi, which star is that?" you ask.

"That's Venus."

You stare at Venus. "Why is it so much brighter than the rest?" you wonder aloud.

Megumi looks over at you, his heart throbs, then he looks back to Venus.

"Because it has thick clouds that reflect lots of sunlight." he answers your curiosity, "Uh, and it's the closest to earth. You know, it's also the hottest planet in our solar system — because of its clouds."

He goes on a long, dorky ramble about planets and constellations. You smile and listen to him geek out about space.

⁕⁕⁕⁕

Just a few hours earlier, Megumi had found you lingering gloomily on the steps outside Jujutsu High.

He did a double take and furrowed his brows when he saw your weighted expression. Characteristically, he sunk his hands into his pockets and approached you coolly.

"What's that heavy face for?" he asked.

"Bad day." you shrugged.

"Oh..." he stiffened, "What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

"No, nothing in particular happened." you replied, "It's just been one of those days, you know?"

He scrambled his brain for ideas that could make you feel better.

What would the others do?

What would Yuji do? He'd crack jokes until you smiled and then infect you with his contagious laughter. What would Nobara do? She'd take you out on the town for retail therapy — and hype you up in the fitting rooms until you felt like the hottest person in the world. What would Gojo do? Probably give you one of those bone-breaking hugs while saying something dumb like "Don't be sad, it's just life, kid."

But joking didn't come naturally to Megumi, and he didn't believe in retail therapy, and he was too shy and reserved to give you a bone-breaking hug, and he was too sensitive as a person to tell you to just get over it.

"Uh, do you want to stargaze with me?" he asked.

That was the only idea he could come up with. Laying in the grass and stargazing was something he did when life exhausted or disappointed him. The stars could call back his calmness.

⁕⁕⁕⁕

"... I feel bad for Mercury, it must be lonely without moons." Megumi finishes his long ramble about Mercury.

"I think I'm Mercury." you joke, laughing at yourself.

Megumi looks over at you, "Then I'll be your moon and keep you company."

Your cheeks warm up.

"Okay, then let's tell 'em to rename Mercury to Megumi and throw a me into its orbit, too."

Megumi fidgets with his fingers more as you and him flirt like dorks.

"... yeah, and then you can orbit around me." he nods.

"Sounds like a good time. I'd love to orbit around you."

His cheeks go red, but the lamps are too far away to illuminate his face and reveal his blush to you. So you just barely see his lips purse together into a smile.

"I'd also love to orbit around you. I could be like your moon admirer."

You burst out laughing at last, and then Megumi feels accomplished; he could actually fix your mood with some stargazing and dorky astral flirting.

For the rest of the night, he teaches you how to spot famous constellations and passionately talks about outer space. At some point, when he's saying something about Pluto, you zone out to his voice.

"... and you know, personally, if I were Pluto I'd be enraged. How dare they."

"You got a bone to pick with NASA, Megumi?" you chuckle.

"It wasn't NASA it was the IAU. And yes I have a bone to pick with them."

"So, why was Pluto downgraded to a dwarf planet?" you ask.

Megumi clicks his tongue, "Uhhh... something about it not absorbing surrounding debris or something? Like asteroids and stuff. But jeez, maybe the asteroids are Pluto's friends and he doesn't wanna absorb them, you know?"

You turn on your side and use your arm as a pillow. Megumi feels you looking at him, so he looks over at you.

"You're quite passionate."

"That's a nice way of calling me a space nerd."

"No, I mean it! I hardly ever see you talking so heatedly about anything. You're usually pretty calm."

Megumi smiles a little. "Bet it's funny to see me heated about big rocks floating in a vacuum, huh?"

"Yeah it's hilarious. Anyways... we should get back before we fall asleep here."

"Have you never slept under the stars? It's a great experience." Megumi says.

"I have not. But it's getting cold so... you better keep me warm."

Megumi tenses up as you snuggle him. The sudden closeness and feeling of your warmth and softness takes him aback and he goes completely silent.

You rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, sinking into him like a pillow.

"Hey Megumi?"

"Yes?"

"Isn't Venus the planet of love?"

"Yes...?"

"Nothing, nothing... just thinking."

His heart pounds.

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

to the moon and back ♡

in which : shoto finds out that space smells like seared steak and that footsteps on the moon last forever.

this is based on an oc so reader knows a lot of space facts lololol, fem reader, space nerd reader, shoto likes listening, shoto is hopelessly in love with reader n vice versa, mushy feelings yucky, kissing, shotos a lil awkward but he tries, shoto n reader r third years might be a lil ooc, lemme know if u missed sum else ! <3 (p.s. might change the image)

"did you know that footsteps on the moon last forever ?"

shoto todoroki is laying outside on the grass stargazing with you after curfew. usually he wouldn’t imagine doing this in his free time, but you’d flashed him your cutest, almost mischievous ‘let’s go do something bad’ grin, and he couldn’t even think about refusing.

so now he’s laying here on the grass next to you.

“oh wow, really ?”

you hum in response “ because there’s no wind or water erosion on the moon,” you explain “ so if you were to walk on it, the footprints would probably be there for millions of years.”

he nods. he likes when you go off on tangents about little space facts you know because they could be quite interesting, but also because he gets to hear you speak and he likes that. he could listen to you talking about paint drying for hours on end, but he thinks it’s even more enjoyable when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

he wishes he could sound more interested, because he really is. he wishes his voice could project like kirishima’s or bakugou’s. that he could sound as excited and cheerful as midoriya sometimes. but you don’t seem to mind. shoto doesn’t want you to feel like you’re talking to a wall so he continues.

“i didn’t know that.” yikes. not his best line, but he’s trying.

“now you do.” you respond easily. you don’t sound annoyed or offended by his lack of response, content to do most of the talking between you two.

shoto finds he can’t keep conversations flowing very well, not like you do. and when he does try to even he knows how awkward it can come across. he doesn’t force himself with you because it’s polite or the right thing to do, shoto wants to hear more facts, he likes them. and he likes you.

so it’s a little broken and choppy, talking with him alone like this, but you don’t mind and you keep talking. and shoto delights in listening to you.

“and apparently, space smells like seared steak.”

that has him raising a brow, he turns his head to you and you look back. a smile creeps onto your face and shoto could look at you like this for hours. it’s like you’re glowing, the stars could try as hard as they could, but they could never compare to you and the bright shine in your eyes.

“really ?”

“yeah.”

“how ?”

you beam, shoto knowing you’re about to go on one of your nerdy tangents, as you call them, feels himself smile back softly.

“i don’t really know,” you start “ but astronauts have reported that, apparently, space has a very distinct smell.”

“and that smell is the smell of seared steak ?” shoto asks skeptically.

“yup ! or hot metal, but i like the steak better.” you giggle. shoto smiles at you. he hopes you keep talking the whole night, even if, realistically, you’d have to leave soon if you wanted to be spared of mr aizawa’s lecture. but he’s not worried about getting in trouble right now. he’s not worried about much when he’s with you.

shoto has trouble keeping conversations flowing, but when he’s invested things come out more naturally for him. he couldn’t be more grateful when a thought pops into his mind “you sure know a lot about space.”

“s’cus i wanted to be an astronaut when i was a kid.” his eyes widen. “really ?”

“yeah, somewhere along the line i remember wanting to go to space."

“i thought you wanted to be a hero since you were a kid” he recalls you telling him that in passing one time. he never imagined being one for sentimental conversations but he seems to have a lot of thoughts when he’s with you. he doesn’t know why he does, but you manage to squeeze them out of him regardless.

“what’s wrong with having a side gig ?” you chuckle. shoto huffs out a light laugh at your joke, his eyes softening.

“what about you,” you turn onto your side to fully look at him. your eyes shine bright, they’re soft gazing at him, and shoto can’t help but want to kiss you. he does the same and lays on his side. “did you wanna be something other than a hero, shoto ?”

he likes it when you say his name, he likes hearing you. things always get a bit more personal when you talk to him like that, and he can’t help getting sucked into you like you’re a black hole (that he found out, thanks to you, aren’t really black).

he thinks about your question, staring off “i think i wanted to be a gardener..” he admits shyly, looking at you again. your face brightens like no star ever could and shoto really wants to kiss you.

“yeah ?”

“yeah, somewhere along the line.” he sighs, mimicking your words

“that’s so cute. very like you.” you chirp, he feels embarrassment creep up on him, cheeks darkening the slightest bit.

“is it ?” he mumbles. you laugh and it makes him feel a bit better.

"yeah, in a way." you beam. it makes millions of little stars spark and crackle in his stomach. like the one's in the sky and the one's in your eyes and todoroki really wants to kiss you.

" can i kiss you ?" he asks bluntly, he doesn't see the point in beating around the bush but his heart beats hard against his ribcage either way. you haven't been dating for that long, becoming official only now in your third year, but you've been friends for years now. and you know he's not one to be shy about what he wants. he knows you do when you smile harder at him with a flustered giggle, and he knows he loves you.

"sure you can." you whisper shyly. he doesn't waste any more time after that, and leans in, propping himself up on his shoulder. he likes to just look at you, placing his hand against your cheek and brushing at your skin with his index finger. his eyes peer into yours softly, while your gaze darts away from him in embarrassment.

"shoto.." you mumble. he hums.

"you're staring.." you snicker breathlessly. he hums again, not denying your words.

"i can't help it. you're mesmerizing, i can't look away even if i wanted to." you know he's not being romantic on purpose to possibly try to woo you, you've known him long enough to know that he truly means what he's saying. and that has your whole body burning like the sun.

"i didn't see myself as mesmerizing." you can just barely hear your voice above the wind. but he's so close to you he can, and you can too when he speaks "but you are."

you shake your head "think that's you, handsome." you reach a hand up to rub at his cheek, your thumb running over the bottom of his scar and his eyes close in content. handsome, he likes it when you call him that. he likes it when you call him anything as long as you do it like that. despite losing himself in the feeling of you, he manages to shake his head.

"you are." he insists and you can't argue with him further when he presses his lips to yours. urgently yet so, so softly.

it makes you dizzy, he makes you dizzy. you have to grip at the back of his shirt to support yourself. he follows you, allowing you all of him to make sure you’re comfortable as he leans you back to lay on your back to kiss you longer, deeper. he sighs against your mouth. he reaches for your hands and you give them to him. he's soft, so soft with you and on you, but his grip on your hands is firm and you realize you're not the only one getting dizzy.

"i love you." he breathes against your lips, he dives back in to place a sweet peck against them "so much." your grip on his shoulder tightens because he makes you so dizzy. he makes you feel like you're floating around in space "i love you too." you sigh shakily.

he kisses you again, it's slow and sweet and it's just like him. he pulls away with a small smile and you know you love shoto todoroki so much. it makes your heart pound and you don't know what to say. but he seems to.

"do you still want to go to space ?" he asks, chest heaving slightly.

you're shocked "..what ?"

"would you still want to go ?" he asks. you try to search around on his face to see if he was kidding, but you don't see a single sign of mischief or amusement on his features.

"i don't know if i'd have the time." you joke, a small smile breaks on his face.

"but if you did." he urges, you hum at the hypothetical, playing around with his hair while he sighs happily.

"well, if i did.." you think "then yeah i probably would. maybe leave my footprint on the moon while i'm at it." you snort.

"then i'll take you." shoto smiles. and after a beat passes you can't help but laugh incredulously.

"you're—" you interrupt yourself with a watery laugh "you're gonna take me to space ?" you ask. he grins, and you don't see it much so it makes your heart stutter and your laughter gets caught in your throat.

"mhm." he answers, eyes brighter than the stars above you "i'll take you, and then you can leave your footprint on the moon."

shoto knows he can't actually take you. realistically, it'd be impossible. but he finds he doesn't care much about realistically's when he's with you.

you know it's probably impossible for him to actually take you to space, but you'll believe in theories and you'll believe in him when he looks at you like you'd hung up the moon and the stars in the sky.

"we'll leave our footprints on the moon." you correct. your boyfriend laughs softly to himself and he nods.

"alright."

"and then we'll go back in a million years to see if they're still there, deal ?"

"alright." he laughs again at your silly arrangement, and he leans down when you pull him in closer to you "deal." and you get a last giggle in before he presses his lips to yours again.

shoto has no doubt that even in a million years, the mark you've left on his heart will never dissapear.

bleeehh i never know how to end fics !! :P

[xiaomainlmao]

Soft Diluc Scenarios because imagine retiring in the arms of a big, fluffy man <3 (wc: 1k)

and by "retiring", I mean retiring for the day and not "coming home to him" because there's no guarantee that he will be at home when you return

there is also no guarantee that you will be receiving him when he comes home either because of how unpredictable his schedule (and mood) can be

however, if he hasn't been home for too long, then he's probably sitting by the old well near the winery, facing the lake and the tall mountains marking the beginning of Liyue

Sometimes, he likes hosting a little picnic there during the day for just the two of you. He likes holding your hand and laying on the grass under the tree for hours, daydreaming about a married life in a small cottage, away from the world. The small houses scattered around the winery, usually used for storing wine barrels in the peak season? Yeah imagine if that was all you had. Being rich can be tough, and he sometimes just wants to run away and live in a small cottage with you <3

And sometimes, he likes stargazing from there. The anemo crystalflies slowly approaching the two of you, as you just sit there by the well and look up at the starry sky. Diluc tilts his head upwards and closes his eyes, taking in deep breaths and relaxing. However, you would probably be looking at Diluc and the crystalfly that settled in his hair, making him look all the more ethereal in the night.

But if he hasn't returned home for too long (and you know he isn't busy with Darkknight duties), then he's probably by this well, contemplating life. It's best to go check up on him, because he may be overthinking things and may need someone who can drag him out of that spiral.

I headcanon that one of his favourite de-stressing activities is cooking. When he was younger, him and Kaeya would often watch Adelinde as she cooked, trying to help a bit here and there. Now, he likes to cook with you. He may either dismiss Adeline entirely for the time-being, saying "It's alright, we'll manage this one. Why don't you take a rest? We'll make a portion for you too."

But if it's something complicated, or if he wants to try cooking something new, then you're in for a story time! Because Adeline WILL tell you about some of his childhood deeds like she's his mother

Imagine seeing the richest man in Mondstadt, cooking casually and having his childhood stories being told by his maid, while he's trying not to look too embarrassed- yea that's a rare one, and he wouldn't let just anyone see this side of him, so you better cherish it <3

He loves it when you play with his hair. Feeling your hands through his locks, he sighs, leaning further into your arms

Also loves picking up any tiny trinkets he thinks you might like- a piece of jewellery, a twig with two tiny leaves near the tree at Windrise, a Windwheel Aster in full bloom, any special dish at Good Hunter's or even some abyss monster trophies he collected after defeating them.

If you're a good fighter, he loves sparring with you, but he's careful to not go overboard.

If you don't know how to fight, he's going to teach. He circles to behind you, holding your dominant hand with one of his own hands, while the other rests on your waist, adjusting your posture.

He's very encouraging, you can talk to him about anything and he'll support you through and through... even if it means inviting Kaeya over for a family dinner.

Kaeya definitely uses you as a means to re-establish his bonds with Diluc. He hopes that you'll have enough power to make Diluc at least acknowledge Kaeya as his brother again.

If Diluc is dating you, it means that he truly does love and appreciate you. His love language is primarily acts of service. He's not the best with words, but he's still a lot more open with you.

He feels himself healing around you, and often feels like he's going to owe you a debt that he'll never be able to repay.

One of his favourite things to do is personally put on accessories he bought for you on you- turning you around to place the necklace around your neck, kissing your hand after he rolls the bracelet onto your wrist or the ring onto your finger, kissing you head after placing a flower there, he loves these little acts and loves how flustered it can make you.

Loves ballroom dancing in the middle of the night. Depending on his mood, he may either gently sway you across in his room, or passionately dance with you in the main hall.

If you offer to help at the tavern, he makes sure that you aren't the one serving the drunkards with a bad reputation, he can't stand you getting hurt in any form.

During intimate moments, he loves holding your hand. Prefers any and all positions which lets him hold you close. Your pleasure is his pleasure. He's just a huge softie :(

He makes sure that you never doubt his love-he'll go to any lengths to prove to you that his heart belongs to you and you only. He would even use his power and authority to protect you from any sort of mess.

Being loved by Diluc is like being embraced by the flame at the fireplace on the coldest night- comforting and warm, but you need to keep adding firewood to keep it burning. He often needs to be reassured that you still do love him as much as he loves you.

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About (name)- Knights of Favonious Although I was a little hesitant at first, I've come to terms with the fact that (name) and Jean are the only two useful knights… while Kaeya seems to be the most incompetent of all. * sigh * What is a cavalry captain with no horses?

-Diluc probably, if you're part of the Knights

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[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : IMAGINE STARGAZING WITH LOGAN HOWLETT : :;

The night was clear and calm, the sky a vast expanse of deep navy studded with countless shimmering stars. Logan and you had ventured out to a quiet spot on the outskirts of town, far from the city lights. The cool night air was invigorating, and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a gentle backdrop to the evening.

Logan had been skeptical at first, questioning the appeal of staring up at a seemingly endless void of stars. But your enthusiasm had been infectious, and he had agreed to join you in what you described as your favorite pastime—stargazing.

You settled on a blanket spread out on the grass, and Logan followed suit, stretching out beside you. For a few moments, there was only the sound of your breathing and the occasional chirp of crickets.

As you lay there, eyes glued to the sky, you began to speak softly, sharing your thoughts. “I like to think of the stars as loved ones who’ve passed on,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “They’re up there watching over us, guiding us. It’s comforting.”

Logan turned his head to look at you, his gaze shifting between the serene expression on your face and the twinkling sky above. He saw a kind of peace in you, a tranquility that seemed to make the night even more magical. It was clear that this was more than just a hobby for you; it was a deeply comforting ritual.

He opened his mouth to speak, to offer his own thoughts or maybe even a witty remark, but the words caught in his throat. Seeing you like this, so serene and content, made him reconsider his initial skepticism. Instead of breaking the silence, he chose to remain quiet, allowing himself to fully immerse in the moment.

Logan lay beside you, his gaze shifting from your face to the stars. He found himself beginning to understand what you found so special about this activity. There was something undeniably peaceful about it, something that seemed to slow down time and put life’s troubles in perspective.

The night wore on, and you continued to share your thoughts, your voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night. Logan listened, his hand occasionally brushing against yours as if to remind himself of the warmth beside him. The comfort you found in the stars had begun to seep into him as well.

As the hours passed, Logan found himself surprisingly captivated by the night sky. It wasn’t just about the stars anymore; it was about the connection they represented and the peacefulness they brought. He didn’t need to say anything to disrupt the tranquility. Instead, he let himself be enveloped by the serenity of the night and the closeness he felt with you.

When you finally turned to him, your eyes gleaming with a mixture of contentment and curiosity, Logan smiled. “You were right,” he said softly. “This is nice. I think I’m starting to understand why you love it so much.”

You smiled back, your hand finding his in a gentle clasp. “I’m glad. It’s even better sharing it with someone who gets it.”

Logan nodded, his gaze drifting back to the stars. The night felt different now—more meaningful, perhaps. He lay there with you, savoring the moment and the newfound appreciation for the simple joy of stargazing.

In the quiet of the night, under a blanket of stars, Logan realized that sometimes the most unexpected experiences could turn into something profoundly special, especially when shared with someone you cared about.

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Oldman!Logan Howlett ➝ Stay With Me (Pt.7)

[feinv]

can i kindly req for a arthur morgan x hyperfem reader.... pov he is just so so so in live with her...

arthur morgan x hyperfem!reader.

a/n. introducing my other hyperfixation on this blog. hope this won’t flop. if you don’t wanna see this you can block these tags! hope you like this dolly <3

arthur morgan is a romantic.

spending the majority of his life being without a significant other, he kept repressing all those emotions. and repressing just made them stronger.

but lucky for him he has you!

he doesn’t understand why a sweet thing like you would even look at his direction. but you did. and he wasn’t a fool to let you go after that. he absolutely gives you princess treatment. will do like. literally anything just to see you smile.

arthur loves taking you to beautiful places he encountered while riding around. seeing your eyes sparkle and that pretty smile you flush him is enough for him to die a happy man right there next to you.

he is absolutely feral at how adorable you look. like all the time. we all know 1800s underwears were like just a plain white fabric. but you still managed to stitch them up in a certain way and add a few small bows to make them look cuter! he is honestly so amazed that nothing ever stops you from doing your girly things, and he is always there to tell you that you did a good job and it looks perfect <3

he loves showing you off, especially when he knows he has the pleasure of calling you his. he will do any dirty job and hard labor just to get money and buy you anything you want.

he knows it's hard feeling beautiful when you have limited resources in a camp. so he would buy you whatever clothes you want, whatever jewelry and accessories you look at for more than five seconds when he takes you to a town. (he might even steal some really expensive ones and tell you he traded for those)

of course he would think you look gorgeous even if your entire face was covered in dirt and mud. but it matters to him that you feel happy and confident in yourself. and it's his mission to fulfill that goal for as long as he alive.

every time he would bring back a little something that reminded him of you — a book, a small painting, perfumes that smell just like you, and everything else in between.

he would help you with chores however he can just to ease some of your work and have more alone time together. the boys would tease him for being "a housewife," but he wouldn't give a shit. he might as well do every single of your chores if it meant he would have you all to himself in the confines of his tent.

showers you in compliments. all day 24/7. he knows the words will eventually fail him because he physically cannot tell u how infatuated he is with you and how flawless you are to him. but he will try either way.

“you are so beautiful, darlin'. my pretty girl,” while his fingers gently tuck hair away from your face, his thumb soothing your soft skin. and you would blush and avert his gaze because like :< but he would simply pepper feather light kisses all over your face before connecting your lips in such a tender kiss you would forget that’s a 6 feet tall ripped cowboy.

his side bag and some of his clothes in general would have small hearts or bows engraved in them with pink thread. every time he looks at them he gets reminded there is someone waiting for him to come back. and his heart just swells at that thought.

would also sneak you away from the camp to a pretty field where the two of you could just stargaze together or lay on the grass for hours. you would ramble about your day while he sketches you, your sweet voice literally making him float in the clouds.

arthur morgan loves being around you, being with you. you don't even have to be doing anything together, he just loves having you near him, close and safe :3

©️feinv, 2024.

[halliestinks]

Hello!! I really loved your cartman and reader who’s like his sister headcanons so i had a similar request

could you write another wholesome headcanons for a female reader who treats karen like her little sister? the reader only had brothers so karen is like her adoptive younger sister, and how would kenny react?? maybe he also has a crush on her? sorry if it’s too much <33

Karen McCormick w/ Fem!Reader who treats her like a younger sister

a/n: ty for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this and I love karen, she and her brothers deserve sm better :C I hope you like it 🎉🎉 (reader is in highschool & karen is 12-13)

• growing up with brothers was a struggle to say the least

• it’s not like you didn’t love them or anything, you just found yourself yearning for a sisterly bond

• so when you first met karen you instantly felt a connection and took on the role as the protective older sister 💪😤

• you met her at the park one day, she seemed really upset so you approached her and asked if she was okay

"my friends ditched me to go shopping, they said I couldn't come because I wouldn’t even be able to buy anything..."

“……do you want me to beat them up"

• ngl you probably freaked her out a bit at first LMAO

• she’s like ??? who are you???

• the only reason you recognised her was because she’s related to kenny. and even then, you barely spoke to him so it took you a little while to realize who she was

• to cheer her up, you took her to go shopping by yourselves. you willingly payed for whatever she wanted (though she argued that you didn't have to). and from that day on, you found yourselves hanging out frequently

• karen was definitely unsure at first, she’s never had an older female friend before so she didn’t know how to behave.

• but as time went on she started to open up, and before you knew it, you were having deep conversations and learnt a lot about her

• you occasionally invite her over to your place. and you have a girls night! giving each other makeovers, playing video games and watching horror movies is the usual routine

• since karen is also in the same sister-less situation as you, she will go to you for advice if it’s something she doesn’t want to talk to kenny about

• driving around mindlessly while blasting music is another fun activity you and karen enjoy (you jokingly follow people around town and make them think you guys are stalkers 🤭)

“isn’t that Clyde Donovan?”

“yah I think so”

“let’s follow him next”

“good idea 🫡”

• you then proceeded to follow him around until he took off running and squealing

• going over to her house is a rare occurrence, and it only ever happens when nobody else is there. you suspect that it’s because of her parents

• she only told you a little about them, but from what you heard they weren't very good people. luckily she has her older brother to take care of her, even though you didn't know kenny very well it sounded like karen really admired him

• speaking of kenny… karen constantly begs you to become friends with him. the conversation usually goes like this;

“you guys would be such good friends!! and then you can fall in love, get married and have babies so I can be a cool auntie!!!”

“…”

“😇”

“what! 😃”

• you do eventually run into kenny one day when you’re dropping karen off at home and he waits until karen can’t hear to thank you for everything

• you suddenly start seeing him a lot more after that encounter, getting to know him as well (karen teases you whenever she sees you two hanging out)

• he also joins you two whenever you’re at their house, and you manage to force him into modelling with you doing his makeup and karen paints his nails (he claims that he’s only doing it for karen but in all honesty he just likes spending time with you)

• sometimes when it’s a nice night out, you’ll take karen out to go stargazing

• you find a nice spot somewhere just out of town and you lay down either on the top of your car or on the grass

• pointing out silly imaginary constellations and giggling about them until you get tired and go back home

• you couldn’t wish for a better sister 🫶

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: he was ready to give you the world, except one thing: be the father of your baby

Warnings: angst, hurt, angst, agent whiskey (because he is a trigger warning himself), asshole!agent whiskey, pregnancy, mom!reader

A/N: YAY, finally my first Agent Whiskey story!!! Came up with this idea last night and I was so excited about it. I love angst and he is such a handsome angsty asshole! I hope you guys like it ❤️

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The moment Jack lay his eyes on you, he felt different.

He didn't understand it at first, it felt so odd, so foreign, so unexpected. Something he hadn't felt in years and years, not after his beautiful, little family was ripped away from him.

He tried fighting it off, it was his first instinct, he couldn't do that, not after all those years, not after having his heart broken the cruel way it was. But at the same time, everytime you smiled at him, asked him about his day, called his name, something as simple as that, it made him weak on his knees.

That cowboy had it bad. And he had it bad for you.

So he made his first move and invited you out. You accepted.

Three years later, Jack was the happiest man on earth. He had a woman he loved very much by his side, you were gorgeous, so perfect for him, you made him feel so good, so worthy of love, and he treated you like a goddamn princess.

You spent more time in his apartment than anywhere else, he wanted to ask you to move in with him, but it didn't feel quite right yet. One of the reasons was because he didn't actually like living in that apartment, he thought maybe taking you to his ranch would be a lot better. You wouldn't be so busy all the time, the daily routine stress wouldn't be as bad as New York, you would be all the time around nature and things would be fine between the two of you.

But you guys weren't married.

And Jack didn't know what to do with himself when that particular thought crossed his mind. He had never, even considered marrying someone new after he lost his sweetheart. He just couldn't, it would be impossible, he could never replace her.

But then again, whenever he saw you, his heart fluttered and he couldn't help daydream about watching you walking down the aisle with a pretty white dress all for him.

Whenever he was out, he would check jewelry store's windows and picture which ring you would like the best.

Until he finally got the balls and bought one for you. He hadn't proposed yet, he still didn't know how he could do it, but he had made up his mind. He was going to make you his, you would become his sweet, beautiful Mrs.Daniels, his world and nothing could ever come between the two of you.

The night Jack proposed to you, you were both lying on the grass, spending a summer weekend at the ranch, where you two stargazed and made love for what it seemed like hours, and when you felt him move, you turned around just to see him on his knee, a ring box in hands and his pleading eyes, asking you to become his.

And you said yes. You were Jack's and he was yours.

And you would continue to do so, until you began feeling sick. You were sure it wasn't nothing more than just a stomach bug, maybe you were coming down with the flu or something like that as you also felt light headed. You insisted Jack didn't have to take you to the doctor, but he was overly protective and quite stubborn too, so it was better just to let him, instead of trying to talk him out of it.

He held your hand the entire time, as you two waited at the reception and the only reason why he didn't go inside with you was because the doctor insisted you had your appointment on your own.

A few questions asked and a blood exam later, the doctor called you and Jack into the office.

They had the results that neither of you expected: you were pregnant.

Jack's world crashed and collided at that very moment. He felt the ground disappearing from under his feet and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He couldn't do it again, he wasn't ready to lose everything that mattered to him.

He couldn't believe you, out of all the people in the world, you couldn't do that to him.

He had lost a wife and a baby before, and he wasn't going to go through that again. He had said many times he didn't want to be a father, he didn't want to have a baby and he thought he found someone he could rely on, he could trust.

But he hadn't.

No matter how many times you had tried to explain to him you were on birth control and that they could all fail, Jack wouldn't listen to you.

You argued, yelled at each other, he told you so many horrible things to which you replied even more horrible ones.

But the end of the line was when he suggested you get rid of the baby.

You couldn't and you wouldn't.

You had never thought of yourself as a mom, you didn't even think you had the maternity bug in you, but the moment you learned the news you were carrying a little someone inside, someone who would grow to become a baby, and then a beautiful child, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Jack even offered you money, so you would interrupt it. But you didn't even bother answering him. You took off the ring he had given you, placed it back in the box and left it on his pillow and you walked out of the ranch you had called a house once and never returned.

You hadn't seen Jack anymore. But you still felt him around sometimes, you just couldn't tell if it was real or just a product of your imagination. You would catch whiffs of his cologne, or you would glance at a man that looked like him and would simply disappear in the blink of an eye. As your bump grew, the loneliness and the heartbreak were visible. You would smile, but the smile wouldn't meet the eyes.

Still, a small part of you thought and maybe hoped he cared for you, but he never came after you, he had nine months to do so and you had no news.

When you learned you were having a baby boy, you felt a pang in your chest and for a moment you actually worried about what he and other people would think. You didn't want to compete with her, you weren't a replacement of his family, you knew he had lost a wife and a baby boy, and life had given him a bride and a baby boy and he chose to walk away from that. You realize then, you weren't competing with anyone, you were living your life and it was not your fault if someone else lost theirs in such a tragic way. Then, after that realization, your heart filled with nothing but love and pride of you beautiful baby boy. If his dad chose not to be around, he was still a tiny piece of Jack you would keep, to remind you of all the good times you had spent together and the moments you were happy.

When you gave birth to your beautiful baby Wyatt, you thought you had seen Jack. You were almost sure you woke up in the middle of the night and found him in the room. He was dressed exactly the way you saw him for the last time, dark clothes and cowboy hat, and he eyed you and the baby.

You didn't have the strength to say anything to him and you just closed your eyes when you saw him picking up Wyatt so carefully into his arms.

In the morning, the doctors said you had experienced a fever peak through the night, so if it was actually Jack or just a cruel feverish dream, you couldn't tell. You even asked around, but no nurse had seen a cowboy over the nightshift.

Time flew, you never actually believed in that whenever you heard people saying, until you realized the tiny newborn became a bigger baby and that baby turned into a toddler in the blink of an eye.

Life was hard without Jack's financial support, you had to admit that, but you lived a happy life with your son, who painfully reminded you of his daddy. The sweet warm pool of brown chocolate eyes, to the cute curls that grew wide if you didn't give him a haircut every two months, to the smartness in him and his fascination with farm animals.

It was actually kind of funny, Wyatt had never met his daddy, he had barely acknowledged the fact other kids had a father and he didn't have one, and yet, he was just the spitting image of his. Sometimes you wonder what Jack would think of him, if he would be proud, happy or pleased to see his boy and himself were so alike. You still had that feeling Jack was around at times, when you took your son to play dates at the park, when you were out shopping and he waved at someone behind you you couldn't never actually see.

And also the times a mysterious amount of money came in handy whenever you found yourself struggling with some bill.

A tip or a bonus in cash your boss didn't actually know how to explain where that came from or when some of your debts simply had disappeared, but you couldn't track the source of the money. However, you only knew one person who had enough money to actually be able to do such things.

You just didn't understand why Jack did all that, if he was so clear about not wanting you nor your baby you didn't get why he still took some of his time to go after the two of you and not only that, he was also putting money into you. Not every month, like child support but enough so you could be comfortable.

On the weekend, you decided to take Wyatt upstate. He was so excited to go to the small farm, a nice ranch where families could spend the day and see all kinds of animals. Your heart ached as you thought about the time you lived with Jack, if you hadn't gone separate ways, Wyatt would love to live there, play with the animals all day and interact with them. It could have been a different story, for the two of you and also Jack, but it was his choice after all.

The little toddler was so excited as you walked around the entire place with him, you were so patient with your son, holding his little hand and showing him all the animals he wanted to see.

He liked the chickens, the horses, the baby pigs and was so excited, but his little heart raced when he saw a man standing a few feet away.

"Mommy, wook! A cowboy!!!" He squealed excitedly as he still struggled in pronouncing the Rs and let go of your hand, running freely towards the man.

You called his name, but knew it was no use at all, so you forced yourself to run after him. You fastened your pace, worried about losing your little boy in the crowd and froze as you saw your son standing next to a man you could recognize miles away. He was in his typical cowboy clothes and he had one arm wrapped around Wyatt's small body.

He smiled at the little boy, nodding gently at whatever he was saying to him. You looked at them in horror, shaking your head and not understanding why that could be possibly happening.

You took some steps closer and whispered your son's name. Jack immediately looked up at you and smiled softly

"Here's your mama, little one" he said in his thick accent "looking pretty as ever" Jack added and got up, lifting his son up and felt his heart clenched at how tiny arms wrapped around his neck. He trusted him so easily, as he was so sweet and affectionate, without even knowing him, without having a clue he was his dad. Of course that sweetness was all you.

You teared up and swallowed hard, extending your arm to Wyatt who was still mesmerized at the big boy.

"Hat, mama!!" He pointed excitedly at Jack's head and made the older man chuckle.

"I see you are a little cowboy yourself, aren't ya?" He asked and took his hat off, handing it to the little boy and placing it on his head.

He kicked his little legs in excitement and finally agreed to go with you, holding your hand and twirling around in pure happiness.

You didn't have any words to say, you wanted to stay away from Jack, and keep him away from your son, he had rejected you, and now he had no right to claim either of you.

You immediately took Wyatt's hat off and shoved it back to Jack. He only stood there, disappointment in his eyes but he understood it.

"It was nice seeing you, sugar. You're looking gorgeous as ever" he said but you only gave him your back and walked away from him.

Jack had lost his first family and out of fear, he lost his second one too, because he was a coward, he was a bad man and he would have to live with that guilt for the rest of his life.

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A/N: of course my first Agent Whiskey piece had to be an angst one. I hope it was alright ❤️

[starhvney]

would it be possible to ask for a laurance x reader where they share a romantic date stargazing? mcd preferably!

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you hadn’t been able to see much of laurance since he had taken on more night shifts for guard duty. you both missed each other's company, so he promised to come get you after his shift to spend a night with you. 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, it's established you and laurance are lovers (canon), headcanon lore on laurance and ungrth? constellations based on mcd lore

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: idk how i feel about how i wrote this one, hopefully you still like it! idk i love the prompt but i feel like my brain was scattered writing it (also guys writing kiss scenes is hard btw)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

you had been anticipating seeing him all day, barely able to contain yourself once he came into view. sleepy eyes light up when his gaze lands on yours. 

“darling, it’s too cold out here,” he sighs, his steps quickening when he realizes you’re standing outside of your doorway. “you’ll get sick.”

your hands wrapped around your arms, the thin dress you wore not enough to shield you from the chilled night air of phoenix drop. quickly, he unclasped his cape from his armor, draping the thick material around your shoulders. 

“i’m fine.” you insist, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his broad, armor-clad shoulders. “besides… i couldn’t wait to see you.”

he sighs again, weakly giving in to your argument as he leaned in and buried his nose in your hair. 

“i’ll change first, and then we’ll go.”

he takes your arm in his as the two of you walk to his home, letting him change out of his clunky armor into a soft linen shirt and pants. before you could turn for the door, he grasps out onto your arm, pulling you forward and securing a thick cloak around your shoulders. after he deemed he had fussed enough over your warmth and comfort, he places a fleeting kiss to your forehead. soon enough the both of you are walking side by side through the moonlit streets, hands laced together.

he had told you he had a spot in mind, a place he had gone to a few times before to clear his head. as you passed through the front gates laurance pulled you closer to him and scanned along the tree line, something that was probably an instinctual habit as a guard. his hand gently held your own, securing you against him when you passed over ditches and roots along the forest floor.

for now, the two of you didn’t say anything, only listening to the faint bristling of the breeze through the tree leaves, the soft footfalls of your steps, and the distant noise of night critters. finally, the two of you come upon a clearing, the trees breaking their cover from the moon and revealing the clear, constellation-filled sky.

soft white light reflected down onto the grass and beautiful white flowers that sprouted around the small field. laurance doesn’t release your hand, his rough hand engulfing yours as he guides you to the center of the clearing. you both lay back into the soft flora beneath you, gazing up at the twinkling lights above. 

“i used to do this back in meteli.”

you lightly hum in response, squeezing his hand.

“when i was a kid, too. it’s how i met ungrth.” you look over to see him staring up at the stars with a wistful look on his face. “i stupidly wandered too far one night and got lost. i was upset at something that happened at the orphanage.”

“good thing you met him.”

“yeah,” he lets out a quiet chuckle. “if i had entered the territory of another wyvern, it wouldn’t have ended so well. a scrawny kid like me would’ve been easy pickings.”

“he used to point out constellations,” he continued, leaning closer to you as his free hand points up to a string of stars. “that’s the matron, see how it looks like a praying maiden?”

you nod. “was it named after irene?”

he nods, looking at you briefly with a small smile before he shifts his hand over to the left.

“that one over there is the protector, it looks like a knight with his shield. and above it is the wanderer.”

you watch him trace out different constellations, both ones that he was taught and others he has made up for fun as a child.

“it’s beautiful.” you breathe.

“yeah.” laurance softly replies.

you turn to see his gaze already fixed on you, gray-blue irises darting around the features on your face. he lifts his rough and scarred hand—proof of his hard training with no gloves—and brushes away loose strands of hair that have fallen in front of your face.

blood rushes to the surface of your skin, heating your cheeks as his fingers tenderly brush against the side of your face and trail down to your jaw. his thumb lightly traces over your lips, his eyelids heavy.

“the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

he gets up on his elbow, body shifting to lean over you. your eyes flutter shut as his lips ghost yours, breath stuttering in anticipation.

you wait a moment. then another.

“may i?” he whispers.

you grab the sides of his face with your hands, patience running out as you tug him down against you. slightly chapped lips clash into yours, not hesitating for a moment as they quickly mold against the shape of your own. he continues to gently caress your face, his touch stealing your breath away as his fingers trail down to your waist. his hand slides underneath you and lifts you closer to him, as if he couldn’t stand having any distance between the two of you. 

“beautiful.” he whispered.

the kiss breaks, allowing you to finally catch your breath. his forehead rests against yours, your breaths mingling as he leans down to steal another chaste kiss.

slowly, he parts from you, looking down at you as he rests on his elbows. his eyes drift to something above your head, and he reaches out to pluck it from the ground. one of the clearing’s white flowers comes into view, as he spins the stern in his fingers, observing the soft petals closely.

“all of the stars in the sky and any flower i pick couldn’t compare.” he whispers, tucking the sweet-smelling blossom behind your ear.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[k0yaz]

Hihihihi pookie

Could you write a neuvillette x reader where they go stargazing and they do awesome things

Sorry if its vague idk how to request

Anyways have a good day pookie wookie 🙏

diluvies.

Pairings: neuvillette x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, written before I did neuvi’s story quest I’m way to lazy to do story quests in genshin rn, so neuvi might be ooc uhm, there is literally no warnings tf, fake constellation it’s not real idk man, HANDHOLDING OMG WHAT SHALL WE DO, not proofread.

A/N: omg hi my pookie wookie chocolate chip cake recipe btw yes you suck bootycheeks at requesting (jk ily)

Brisk sweeps of wind danced along your skin, hair flowing in a consistent direction along with the wind as strands of your hair brushed along your face slightly. The moonlit sky cast a soft glow onto both yours and Neuvillette’s face, illuminating the Iudex’s features almost perfectly. A sense of comfort washed over you as you heard nothing but the bellows of the wind, along with the soothing rush of water off in the distance.

When it came to Neuvillette, you had never thought that you’d end up enjoying his company as much as you do now. Back then, he seemed like the typical serious and dull type of person who you’d typically find working in the court. Slowly but surely, it didn’t take long for you to see the chief justice for who he really was. Honest, patient, and respectable—yet also capable of compassion towards his nation.

Gradually, you spent more and more time with him, leading you to unexpectedly enjoy spending time with the chief justice. He would stand at the edge of the stone railing circling the land portion of Fontaine, separating it from the streaming bodies of clear blue water surrounding various pieces of land across the nation. With a gentle smile overlaying his face, Neuvillette would reach out his gloved hand in a drawn in motion, beckoning you to come stand beside him.

Often times, you two wouldn’t talk much. In fact, it would only be a mellow silence hanging in the air which you both found an odd comfort in. Neuvillette would often find a sense of solace in your presence, his judgement no longer clouded nor unclear whenever he was around you.

Bright gleams of the infinite glowing masses scattered across the sky, decorating the blackened night skies with the endless array of stars seemingly going on forever. Glancing over, you heaved a small amused sigh as you noticed Neuvillette’s eyes tracing the stars so intently, as if he was completely lost in their beauty. White hair brushing along his face, Neuvillette leaned back with one arm resting on his knee and seated on the grass, laying on his back comfortably in.

Looking at him, you noticed his eyes seemingly focus on a particular pattern of stars, almost like he was infatuated with it. You switched your attention to Neuvillette, cocking an eyebrow out of curiosity upon seeing his newfound interest in the distinct shape of the stars.

“Something catch your eye, Neuvi?” You inquired, laying on your back as well and rolling closer to him. He let out an affirmative hum as your shoulder bumped his, hand reaching up to trace the shape of the stars again. He blinked for a moment, taking in a slow breath before speaking, as if he was trying to ground himself back to reality. Exhaling, Neuvillette finally spoke up.

“Just the arrangement of the stars is all. For some reason, it strikingly resembles something familiar.”

“A constellation maybe?”

Neuvillette gives an affirmative nod, his slit violet eyes having a soft glow in them from the bright stars.

“Diluvies.” He responded, a hand planted behind him against the flattened blades of grass. You followed the shape of the constellation, noticing the striking resembling to the position of a dragon craning its neck. “Does the constellation mean something to you?” You added, taking note of the way his eyes fluttered shut.

The upper half of Neuvillette’s face harbored a pale glow from the moonlight, especially making the blue accents of his eyeliner stand out from the corner of his eyes. The aching quiet atmosphere stretched along as his eyelids remained shut, pondering a viable response. In the end, Neuvillette simply shook his head, seemingly not being able to find a particular thing he was reminded of.

Reaching over, you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers between his tenderly. The sweet gesture caused Neuvillette’s features to soften, his features resting upon feeling your hand brush up against his gloved hand. Neuvillette couldn’t help but let out a hushed sigh, leaning his head atop yours as he grasped your hand. You placed your freehand on the back of his head, threading your fingers through his smooth, pale hair.

Your hand brushed along the ocean streaks slightly distanced from the rest of his white hair, resembling his horns as the hydro dragon sovereign. The contact with his horns only earned another quiet hum vibrating from Neuvillette’s throat, his eyes heavy lidded, yet slightly opened now.

“Perhaps, the constellation does remind me of something.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“It’s connected trail representing a dragon craning its neck…makes the being seem as if it’s sheltering something.”

Neuvillette paused, his own hand playing with your hair subconsciously as his head remained tilted atop yours.

“It reminds me of myself. My own want to shelter and protect you, (Name).”

A/N: MY BRAIN IS SO COOKED HELP IM SORRY IF ITS BAD AND TOO SHORT IM SCREAMING ITS 12 AM also yes I named the fic after his story quest aren’t I so smart

[xoxovanillq]

What A Gentleman

Pairing- Billy the Kid x Femme reader 

Warnings- Drinking mentioned, drunk people, reader gets hit on, unwanted flirting, unwanted touching, Billy says reader ‘belongs’ to him, allusion to smut

A/N- um, this is kinda shit writing, but I like it. lmk how you feel abt the allusion to smut. also, SEND REQS

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You and Billy had been seeing each other for a while now, but considering that you were a sweet lady, he didn’t want you to be associated with him.

Well, that was until tonight. You had decided to go out, making your way to a nearby bar to enjoy the night. You weren’t someone to be messed with, although Billy thought you were all fragile, you were far from it. You’d grown up learning how to fight, and although you were underestimated as a woman, you could protect yourself quite well. Because of this, you figured you’d have no trouble turning guys away that night, until a random young man, obviously drunk, made his way to you.

“Hello there, pretty miss, what’cha doin’ here alone?” He drawled, his speech a little off thanks to the alcohol. 

“Just tryin’ to get a drink.” You replied with confidence, a little surprised he had approached you. I mean, you didn’t exactly look like the kinda girl most men went for, I mean, you had gotten away with wearing pants instead of a skirt for fucks sake.

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be here all alone. Why don’t I take you back to your home and you can show me what you can do?” He said forcefully, left hand landing on your waist, causing you to startle. In that moment, you became aware of the breath of someone else fanning down your neck.

“You leave her alone, she’s got a man.” A familiar voice says from behind, without even having to look, you know it’s Billy. The man’s eyes widen and he scampers off, head hung in defeat. “Here, This’ll keep ‘em away.” He murmurs, firmly placing his hat on your head.

“You sure?” You ask, wide eyes looking up at his. Everyone would know who you belonged to now.

“Of course, Doll. I don’t want you havin’ to deal with that.” He plants a kiss on your forehead after he finished speaking, then reaching down to take your hand. “C’mon sugar, let’s get you home.”

He leads you home, making sure that you didn’t trip over something as you looked up at the stars. 

“Billy, can we watch the stars from my backyard?” You ask in a tone too sweet for him to resist.

“Of course, sugar. I’ll watch the stars with you.” He murmurs as he slings an arm around your waist. 

Once back at your house, you get a blanket from your bed and wandered into the garden where Billy already waited. You lay next to him in the grass, a blanket pulled over you two.

“Billy, will you stay with me tonight? Please?” You plead, already knowing it was going to be a no.

“M’sorry sugar, it just isn’t safe for you.” He murmurs as he plants a soft kiss on your head.

“Please? Just tonight?” You beg, and the way you look at him, the way you beg even though you knew he’d say no, breaks him.

“Fine baby, just tonight though.” He murmurs, a little hesitant. All his worries melt away as he sees your face light up. Nothing was better than the sight of his girl, in his hat, grinning like she had won the lottery.

After a bit more stargazing, he leads you back up to your room, helping you change before crawling in bed with you. He makes sure the covers are just how you like before moving in to kiss you. Every time he kissed you, your heart fluttered, it was always like the first time. He poured so much passion into the way he moved his lips, and you could feel that in the kiss. He eventually broke away, leaving you gasping for air.

“You need to rest Darlin’.” He whispers, pulling his hat off your head and hanging it off a bed post. You complied quickly, tucking your face into the soft skin of his neck while his rough hands pulled you closer. Although you were supposed to sleep, things didn’t stay like that for long.

In the morning, he helped you out of bed, legs still shaking from the previous night. Being a gentleman, he had made breakfast for his girl, because after all, even if you could barely walk after a night with him, he wasn’t one to be impolite.

[whimsicalpolitical]

I need 15 with matty omg (for the prompt list) 🫶🫶🫶🫶

15 -> (stargazing that turns into sex)

thank you for the request :) - 18+MDNI

would love to stargaze with Matty ;)

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The night sky stretches endlessly above as you lay on the blanket, the cool grass beneath you and the vast cosmos above., with his tousled hair laying beside you, his hand casually intertwined with yours. The air is crisp, filled with the faint scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of city life.

“Look at that,” Matty murmurs, pointing upwards. “Cassiopeia. The queen in her throne.”

You follow his gaze, tracing the familiar W shape of the constellation. “You know your stars,” you tease, nudging him gently.

He chuckles, the sound warm in the stillness of the night. “A little. Think s’ just fascinating y’know.”

Matty takes a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing a soft orange in the darkness. The smoke curls lazily around his face, adding an air of mystery to his already enigmatic presence. You turn onto your side, propping your head up with one hand, and watch him. There is something hypnotic about the way he moves, each action deliberate and filled with a quiet intensity.

He catches your gaze and raises his eyebrows, “what?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lip.

You shrug, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles, “fancy a drag?” he holds the cigarette out for you.

You take it from him, your fingers brushing in the exchange. Bringing it to your lips, you take a slow, practiced drag, exhaling the smoke into the cool night air. His eyes follow the movement, darkening with a mix of admiration and something more primal.

“You’ve picked up a habit,” he says, his voice laced with amusement.

You hand the cigarette back to him, your eyes locked. “I did. Because of you.”

His grin widens, a spark of pride and something else lighting up his face. “So, m’ a bad influence, then?”

“Maybe, I don’t mind at all though.”

He ignores your answer and brings the cigarette to your mouth again. You breathe in the smoke and exhale it, like usual.

After that Matty stubs out the cigarette on the ground and leans in to brush his thumb against your bottom lip, biting his own.

His hand cups your cheek, his thumb still your bottom lip as his lips move against yours with a fervor that makes your heart race.

The taste of smoke and mint linger on his lips, a combination that makes you dizzy with desire. You respond in kind, hand slipping around his neck to pull him closer.

Without breaking the kiss, Matty shifts, gently settling himself on top of you. The weight of his body against yours is intoxicating, grounding you in the moment. His hands frame your face as he deepens the kiss, your breaths mingling, the intensity of your connection growing with each passing second.

“You drive me absolutely mad, you know that?” He whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

“Good,” you smile, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“You do know that this is on my fucking bucket list right?” He smirks, sucking sweetly on your neck.

“What is?” You breathe out.

He comes up to your face to kiss your lips, “shagging under the stars.”

Your giggle turns into a whine when he starts grinding his bulge into you. “S what we’re doing isn’t it?”

You don’t answer, hoping for him to just keep the steady rhythm.

“Hm, love,” he pinches your side, “you up for a bit of fun?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “of course.”

“S’ my girl,” he grins, pulling your skirt up, not bothering to undress you because it’s still night and you wouldn’t want a cold.

You’re always turned on around Matty, you’re also a big fan of quickies, the passion and determination in Matty bigger than ever. He pulls your panties down, just on the height of your knees, the cold air not having a chance to hit your core because Matty’s bulge is still rubbing against you.

You feel Matty remove his hands from your waist, lifting his hips to tug his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard cock, whining into your mouth as he strokes the shaft a few times, his other hand moving to cup your core, running the tip of his middle finger through your folds, whining into your mouth at the feeling of how wet you were, the sensation making you gasp, your lips disconnecting.

“Fucking need you so bad.”

“Think I now,” you tease, before leaning in to press your lips against his again, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly, the action eliciting a moan from him.

“Brat,” he hisses, lining his cock up with your entrance, the both of you groaning when he’s finally inside of you. “You’re the dirty one, letting me fuck you whenever I want.”

You breathe in gasps as you adjust to the stretch of Matty’s cock, the tip kissing your cervix and making your mind go completely blank as you grip his shirt in your hands, your eyes falling closed and your head dropping forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder, Matty’s hands running up and down your back as he sighs in your ear. “Squeezing me so good, love.”

Matty pushes his hips into you, his length stroking your walls making you hum in delight. His breath becomes heavy as he pulls out just enough before rutting back in you with skill. Your face begins to feel hot as Matty begins to find a good rhythm. You can feel the sweat building on your forehead, the air cold against your scalp. 

“Can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I am,” you confirm, “m’yours Matty.”

“Jesus,” Matty picks up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You feel overcome with an ambitious heat throughout your body. You push Matty’s shoulders up trying your best to cool down without stopping your chase to your high.

You’re literally touching, no gripping grass, trying to chill but Matty’s fucking you so good.

“Tell me you’re close,” he groans, “please.”

“I am Matty.”

“Go on then,” he muses reaching between you two, fingers circling quickly between your thighs to bring you to climax even faster. “Cum f’ me.”

You are, gasping, moaning, writhing underneath him as you lean your head back, seeing actual stars.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes out, pulling out of you after he reached his own climax.

He pulls his boxers and pants up and drops next to you again, lighting his next cigarette.

“You’re everything, darling.”

[cnnmairoll]

Birthdays With Them

Character(s) : Jing Yuan, Luka (My favs !!) Genre : Fluff a/n : My borfday!! wippieee >< I finally got my ass up to write something but its for me :sob: I'll try my best to produce more fics once i have the motivation for it! I apologize deeply for those who sent me requests in my inbox that I have not answer yet! Also the idea is inspired by the beloved @particular-one

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Xianzhou Luofu in a soft, orange glow, the courtyard of your shared residence was bathed in the gentle illumination of lanterns. It was your birthday, and you had been looking forward to spending the day with Jing Yuan. Though he was known for his meticulous nature, today was a day for celebration and a break from his usual responsibilities as the leader of the Cloud Knights.

Jing Yuan had put in a great deal of effort to make this day special. He had an unexpected talent for planning and orchestrating surprises, which had never ceased to amaze you. His seemingly lazy demeanor belied his meticulous attention to detail, especially when it came to matters close to his heart.

You'd spent the morning with him, starting with a leisurely breakfast. Jing Yuan had prepared all your favorite dishes, even ones that weren't commonly found in Xianzhou Luofu. The two of you had laughed and shared stories as the morning sun filtered through the windows.

In the afternoon, you'd taken a stroll through the picturesque gardens that surrounded your home. It was a rare sight to see Jing Yuan so at ease, his usual seriousness giving way to a relaxed smile.

As the evening approached, you found yourself drawn to the enchanting lantern-lit courtyard. The soft, golden light created a magical atmosphere, and the melodious sound of wind chimes filled the air. You were sitting together on a beautifully embroidered silk blanket, placed atop the grass, while the soothing fragrance of jasmine blossoms wafted around you.

Jing Yuan handed you a small, intricately carved wooden box, its lid adorned with delicate patterns and a ribbon that matched your favorite color. Your heart swelled with gratitude as you carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside, nestled in a bed of velvet, was a pendant. It was a stunning piece of jewelry, a silver moon and stars, studded with tiny sapphires, which shone like the night sky itself.

"It's for you," Jing Yuan said, his voice soft and full of affection. "I thought it would remind you of the nights we spend stargazing together."

Touched by the thoughtful gift, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm against yours, a testament to the deep love and connection that had grown between you two.

After your tender moment, he motioned to a table laden with an array of delicious desserts. There were mooncakes, a variety of fruit tarts, and a cake that seemed to have been decorated with your favorite colors.

"I couldn't decide which dessert you might like best, so I got them all," Jing Yuan said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Feel free to indulge."

You indulged indeed, savoring the sweetness of the mooncakes and the delicate flavors of the fruit tarts. With each bite, you were overwhelmed by the love and care that Jing Yuan had put into this special day.

As the night wore on, the two of you lay on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. Jing Yuan had a vast knowledge of constellations, and he pointed out the ones that held special meaning for you. The entire world seemed to disappear as you lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth and the tranquility of the night.

Jing Yuan had one final surprise. He produced a delicate paper lantern, its sides decorated with your favorite flowers. With a shared smile, you both lit it, and it floated up into the sky, carried away by the gentle breeze. Watching it ascend, you made a silent wish for the happiness and love that you'd found in each other's arms.

As the lantern disappeared into the darkness, Jing Yuan pulled you close, his arm draped around your shoulders, and whispered, "Happy birthday, my love. I hope this day has been as special for you as you are to me."

You woke up to the soft caress of sunlight streaming through your curtains, and as you stretched beneath the warm covers, you couldn't help but smile. Today was your birthday, a day you had been eagerly anticipating, not just for the gifts and cake, but for the special celebration you knew was waiting for you.

As you made your way downstairs, you were met with the delicious aroma of freshly baked pastries. The scent led you straight to the kitchen, where you found Luka in his element, donned in a flour-dusted apron, his red hair tied into that charming ponytail, and his robotic arm working with precision.

"Good morning, birthday star!" he beamed, turning to greet you with a flour-covered hand, which you gladly accepted. "I've been up early, preparing something special for you."

Your heart swelled with affection as you watched him fussing over the pastries, occasionally sneaking you a warm, floury kiss. He was a master of surprises, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you.

After a leisurely breakfast, Luka led you to the living room, where he had transformed it into a cozy haven of pillows and blankets. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he handed you a neatly wrapped gift. It was a small, intricately carved wooden box.

With a grin, you opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver necklace with a delicate pendant, shaped like a tiny boxing glove. "Happy birthday, my love," Luka whispered, his eyes filled with adoration as he helped you put it on. "It's a symbol of our strength together."

Touched by the heartfelt gift, you leaned in for a kiss, savoring the softness of his lips and the warmth of his embrace. "I love it, Luka. Thank you," you murmured.

Luka smiled, leaning in to kiss you gently. "I'm glad you like it, but the day is far from over, my love. There's more in store for you."

The two of you spent the day exploring the city hand in hand. Luka had planned a perfect itinerary filled with all your favorite activities. You visited the art gallery where you admired the paintings and sculptures, hand in hand, Luka whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You then headed to the park, where you shared a romantic picnic under the shade of a towering oak tree.

After the picnic, Luka surprised you with a visit to a local animal shelter, knowing how much you adored animals. The two of you spent time playing with puppies, and Luka couldn't help but laugh as one of the dogs affectionately licked your face. "Even the puppies know you're special," he teased.

Luka led you to a cozy little cafe. It was a place you both loved, filled with the soothing aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Sitting across from each other, you sipped your drinks and shared stories, reliving memories of your time together. Luka's eyes sparkled as he gazed at you, and his hand found its way to yours beneath the table.

"I'm grateful for every moment I get to spend with you, my shining star," Luka said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You make my life brighter every single day."

Your heart swelled with love and appreciation as you replied, "I feel the same way, Luka. You make every day an adventure, and I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

With that, you spent the rest of the evening lost in each other's company, celebrating your love and the beautiful journey you had embarked on together. As the night grew darker and the city lights sparkled around you, you knew that this birthday would be one for the books, a day filled with surprises, love, and the magic of Luka's unwavering devotion.

[cannedpickledpeaches]

Cater Thoughts

Cater Diamond x Reader

Maybe it’s just the stuff that I come across, but a lot of Cater fics focus on his character flaws and personal issues. Which is great, and often a good read! But I was thinking about Cater who is doing the healing instead of being the one who is healed.

Let’s say you just came out of a relationship that wasn’t working for you. Your ex wasn’t a bad person. But none of his interests aligned with yours. Furthermore, while you put an ocean’s worth of effort into learning about his interests, his efforts were more like a single drop of water. When you started talking about something you liked, he often brushed it off and changed the topic to something that suited him. It was such a common occurrence that you kept quiet and let it happen.

Ironically, one day during your relationship, he asked you about your hobbies. Instead of feeling happy, your first thought was: “What’s the point of telling him?”

A few months after your breakup, you meet Cater Diamond. He’s fun, sweet, and as much as he likes to talk, he also listens. You don’t realize it at first. You continue on with your habits from your previous relationship—always nodding along to his hobbies, interests, problems, gossip, and whatever else he feels like saying. Everything goes smoothly. Cater never runs out of things to say. The conversation is always lively and you’re enjoying yourself.

One evening, the two of you lay beneath a tapestry of stars in the night sky while Cater points out various constellations. There’s a lull in the conversation while he snaps a picture of the dazzling display. Just as you’re about to ask him to elaborate on something, he asks you a simple question.

“Am I talking too much?”

You blink up at the stars. They blink back at you.

“No,” you say, somewhat confused. “I like hearing you talk. It’s fun.”

“Oh, that’s good.” He laughs and sets his camera on the grass, laying beside you. “I was worried that I was boring you. You don’t really say much about what you like, so I thought maybe you aren’t that into me.”

That wasn’t the impression you were trying to give at all. You roll to your side, facing him, and frantically try to assure him of your attraction.

“No, that’s not it! I just . . . I’m not sure if you’d be interested in the things I like.”

“Well, we can’t be sure until you tell me, right?” He reaches over and gently touches your cheek. Beneath this blanket of pinprick diamonds in the sky, Cater Diamond is the most dazzling in your eyes as he utters the words you wanted to hear this whole time. “Tell me anything you want. Cay-Cay’s listening.”

You’d think that it would all gush out like you opened invisible floodgates, but that’s far from what happens. You have absolutely no idea how to start. What do you say? You’re drawing a blank, and he can tell.

“How about listing a bunch of your favourite things?”

You try that. Luckily, Cater is an excellent conversationalist, and you end up saying a lot more than you thought you could. His reactions vary from subject to subject. For some, he’s just as passionate and knowledgeable as you. For others, he’s never even heard of them. But he’s more than happy to listen and learn.

After your stargazing date, he often sends you posts on Magicam related to what you said. You’re surprised he even remembers. The act of remembrance indicates importance, prioritization. The fact that he remembers what you like makes you feel loved. Like you’re important to him. It’s a non-verbal confirmation of your mutual affection, and you’re more determined than ever to show that affection to him ten-fold in return.