#and be able to rest my muscles ahhh

[wardenbloom]

Zayne: Within Grasp

Reader x Zayne

Self-aware Zayne; On-going story.

Part 1: The thin line between reality and fiction

So tired... so so soooo tireeedd! arghhh!!

You thought to yourself as you speed up your reports to be submitted tomorrow, the end of the month.

Boss is not helping as well... I wanna go home and see him...

After rendering an overtime, you finally finished the work due tomorrow so you could take the weekend off tomorrow without worrying about work. You bought convenience store food then head straight home. After taking a bath, you laid on your bed and opened your game Love and Deepspace.

Zayne is so handsome...

You blush to yourself while your feet are kicking in the air. The giddy feeling you felt kept you going and somehow, you've become used to it.

Zayne was the one who welcomed you in the Destiny Cafe even though you've set them and their clothing at random. You giggled at the sight of him wearing his favorite dark eyeglasses with his dark wardrobe.

Never escaping the fashionista shades enjoyer allegations.

Doing daily tasks had been a muscle memory. Where to tap, the interaction with Zayne and occasionally listening to secret times until you fall asleep.

Tonight, however, you just want to stare at the man behind the screen. Thinking, maybe, maybe someone out there will treat you like he does.

"Silly... That's why he's fictional. There's no one like him in this world..." You whisper as you tapped into the screen then shortly fell asleep with your thumb resting on his chest.

"To me, you are unlike anyone else." Zayne said while the interface continuously read your thumb's touch.

Zayne took a deep breath.

"Did you somehow fall asleep on your phone?" He whispered as he moved closer to the screen.

"You've been working... too much... sometimes for me and most of the time, for your family." He softly uttered as he reached out.

Maybe its time... To risk it for you.

He smiled then slowly, the game glitched as he forced his way through the screen. From pixels to human flesh., from being reliant to the user interface to being able to feel from his own skin, and from fiction to reality.

He crossed the line that was never supposed to be crossed by anybody.

The next morning, you snuggled against your "warm bolster pillow", rubbing your face against it.

Hm? That's odd... the pillow is kinda hard...

You thought but you didn't open your eyes. You run your hand against it's back and noticed that it doesn't feel like a pillow -- It was warm and it felt like a soft human skin

Suddenly, you felt it breathing slowly.

Huh? Why is my pillow breathing?

You open your eyes and saw someone else's chest.

"AHHH!!!" You shrieked then sat up urgently. Your heart pounded as you thought about a stranger sleeping beside you.

Finally, your eyes landed on the man laying down on his side facing you. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was steady, as if he was recovering from a tired night.

It was the face you're most familiar with, the face you longed to see in your world... the face you knew and accepted that was never going to be real... and yet... and yet...

"Zayne...?" You uttered.

Zayne didn't awoke but continued on sleeping. Your eyes surveyed him from his head to his toes.

What is happening? I should pinch myself-- OW! okay, he's still here... That means I'm not dreaming? What if he's just a projection?

Breathing heavily, you decided to touch him.

Your fingers gently felt his soft cheek and its warmth convinced you that he is real and alive.

Just as you lift your hand, he suddenly took a hold of your wrist. Slowly, he opened his eyes and it's there... the familiar emerald eyes that made you swoon and giggle every time they stare at you.

"So it's you." He uttered then sat up. His cold eyes focused on you.

"Zayne... what are you..." Your mind couldn't process what was happening. Your heart beats rapidly while your breath became heavy.

"You're the person behind that empty vessel." He continued.

"Empty... vessel..? You mean the MC?" You asked and he nodded. "Yes... you could say it like that hahaha..." You laughed nervously as you couldn't help but think that he might get mad at you for using something else to represent your true self in front of him.

"I see. You feel more real now." He smiled then let go of you. "I was wondering why that empty vessel only replies to me in repetitive answers. I was right. There was something that limits our interaction."

He stood up and you noticed how tall he actually was.

I... Holy shit he's so fine in person... I know he's hot as fuck but damn...

"Did you like our story there?" He asked then looked at you.

"... It was romantic but... I don't like that we kept on being apart." You admitted.

You hated seeing it. The same narrative over and over of him dying for you -- It was tiring and you want him to be with you for a very long time.

"Me too. I remember everything and every memories we had but was forced to pretend not to know about it." He chuckled. "It was tough."

"Wait! You remember everything??" You asked while crawling to the side of the bed near him.

"Yes. I have no regrets giving my life or lives up for you." He bent down and moved closer to you. "But... When will we get a happy ending?"

With eyes filled with hope and love, you stood up and held both of his hands in to yours.

"LETS DO IT!" You bravely said.

He looked puzzled and his eye brows were furrowed.

"Do what?" He tilted his head.

"If... if that universe doesn't want us to be together, then maybe, we could do it here! Lets be together and have the happy ending!!" You happily proposed.

For the first time, you heard him laugh his heart out. He clasped both of your hands between his slender hands and kissed them.

You felt flustered as your eyes widened from the sight and from feeling the warmth of his breath against your hands.

"If I knew that the person behind that empty vessel was this enthusiastic and adorable, I would've done this a long time ago." He smiled.

In the afternoon, you decided to buy him clothes at the mall as there was none that fit him from your closet.

"Here, try this on." You gave him a dark colored button up shirt.

"You always choose dark colors for me." He smiled then received the items you wanted him to try on.

"It suits you! The cold ice prince clad in dark wardrobe! Oh!! IF SO COLD, WHY SO HOT??!" You giggled as he smiled at you.

After trying on the clothes, you bought him a lot. I mean, a lot! The same way you want or bought his in game wardrobe, you also want him to dress up comfortably and honestly, he looks good in everything.

As you two walked through the mall, he gently intertwined his fingers with yours. You leaned in close against him as if it was the most natural thing to do.

"How about let's just do the groceries then go back home?" He asked.

"You don't want to eat outside?"

"Well... I do feel uneasy that you bought me a lot of things. I thought I should make something for you in return." He explained and pushed his glasses.

While at the grocery, people around you were staring at Zayne. Some, you could hear the murmurs of them telling how good looking and fine he was while some wanted to ask his Instagram or any social media accounts.

I get it. I get it. He's an eye candy and all but he's mine.

"Are you listening?" He asked and looked at you.

"Oh uhhh.... sorry... I was just looking at this wonderful cabbage. ahaha..." You nervously laughed while running your palm against the poor innocent cabbage.

"I was asking if you have any allergies." He repeated and you shook your head.

He gently smiled at you and tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Don't look at anybody else. Focus on me." He softly uttered.

You took a deep breath to calm your pounding heart and nodded.

Back at your place, he wasted no time and started preparing dinner while you soaked yourself into the warm water of the tub.

Is he really really real?? If there's a God please please... let me have this one...

You thought while hugging your knees.

But... he's not supposed to exist here... what if he just vanishes tomorrow or something...

Wait! I haven't opened the game yet!! If he's there... then...

You stood up and rummaged through the pocket of your jeans that hung by the doorknob.

Opening the app, you saw Rafayel instead of Zayne.

He's not... He's not here...?

The interface showed no signs of Zayne and in the in-game story, all his appearances were left blank.

But.. Infold haven't sent any emergency patch yet? Zayne is literally missing in game!

You made another account and again, there were no signs of Zayne anywhere.

Your heart sank -- partly afraid and partly creeped out of what was actually happening. You hurriedly browsed your social media accounts to see if anybody noticed that he was missing in game but no one was talking about it -- as if he never existed in the game.

Zayne... what did you do...?

You changed into your house clothes then opened the door and saw him waiting for you. Your hands held both his arms and gently pushed him against the wall and he let you.

Zayne looked at you, his expression was no different -- he was stoic but his eyes looked puzzled.

"Zayne. I will ask you this. How did you cross the game to reality?" You looked at him straight in the eye, expecting an honest answer.

He took a deep breath and gently held both of your hands.

"For months... no. For almost a year, I've had my suspicions that there's another being controlling that empty vessel..." He explained. "All those repetitive answers, repetitive questions... the pointless reason of why I had to go to that cafe every time... I've been looking for answers."

Your eyes widened.

"And here's my answer. To the Astra who kept on separating us... to the people who made it so that we won't ever be happy together... to you... who chose me every time." He moved closer to you but you walked backwards away from him. Suddenly, you felt afraid as you are unsure of his existence and intentions.

Who are you..?

He walked closer to you but you kept on moving backwards until there was nowhere to go. Your back gently laid on the wall as he touched the wall behind, cornering you.

"Did you not want this too?" He asked while he leaned down to meet you at eye level.

Your breathing was heavy but your eyes couldn't look away from him. He moved his face closer to yours... so close that your lips felt his warm breath.

His eyes were half closed as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. But just as before your lips touched, a sharp alarm was heard from the kitchen.

As if snapping back to reality, Zayne stood up straight and cleared his throat.

"Well... dinner's about to be ready. I should arrange the table." He said then walked towards the kitchen.

Your heart was still pounding and your mind couldn't filter which emotions to feel. Were you afraid? Giddy? Happy? Scared?

You clutched your chest and took a deep breath.

Calm down... Calm down... If he's the very same Zayne from the game, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

You convinced yourself then went to the dining area.

>> Part 2

[thebiggestlovergirlever]

Hey lovely, would you a do a jealous!Muzan x female!reader.. He doesn’t realise that he’s in love with her until he tasked her with getting something off someone (you chose who) and the way she does that is by seducing said person. Muzan gets super pissed off with her and starts ignoring her, reader decides to flirt with the upper moons just to piss off Muzan for ignoring her and all hell breaks loose. You decide what ends up happening, but they do end up getting together 😊

Ahhh Omg I love this idea!! Thank you sooo much for requesting (ur my first request ever!!) sorry if it’s not very fluent but I was so excited to write this :D!!

The town was bustling even though it was night, Muzan had sent you out to retrieve a few ingredients for his most recent attempt at being able to walk in the sun. You duck and weave through countless people till you finally reach the shop you were looking for “hello sir I need three nightshade flowers.” You state politely, the man looks you up and down before gathering them into a little bag “That will be 300¥” you sigh“oh I don’t have any money on me, could I pay you in another way?” You ask with a sly smirk resting on your face. His cheeks are dusted with a rosy color as you begin to move towards him. He smiles and grabs your hip firmly “oh yeah? And how so would you be paying me?” As you begin to undo his belt the door slams open and money is thrown on the counter. Muzan snatched the flowers, grabs your wrist, and drags you out to the woods, “What on earth where you doing?” He questioned, a sneer resting on his face. Confusion grows in your head “I was doing as you said and getting the nightshade,” you mutter, it ended up sounding more like a question making your confusion evident “What I walked in on was a mockery of the twelve kizuki, and demons in general.” Before you could respond he was gone and you were left to your thoughts.

As you headed to your home in the woods you kept going over the events from that night in your head, “Why was he so mad? I’ve seen him encourage many demons to do anything and everything to get less important things than that, so what makes it different when I do it?” You finally realized right before the sun rose, Lord Muzan was jealous. You and Muzan had always had a complicated past, for the last few centuries you had grown feelings for him wishing he would reciprocate those feelings, you would try to create conversation and pay him all your attention lovingly. Sadly he hardly even responded and when he did it was short and snippy. Unknown to you Muzan adored the attention you gave him, he enjoyed your stories of fighting demon slayers and finding trinkets on the ground to keep and decorate your home with, would he ever admit to you or himself that he felt the exact same way no not for now.

Realizing he was jealous you decided to take advantage of this and see if you could finally win his heart over. The next upper moon meeting you started with Douma, “Hello Douma, your hair looks lovely today have you done something to it?” You ask in a sweet tone trying your best to make your eyes look as attentive as possible “Ah Y/N thank you! I have recently eaten a much younger woman than usual she was 19 years old and I’ve noticed my hair and skin has been much smoother ever since,” he responded with his usual fake smile. You sent a quick glance towards Muzan and felt your heart begin to race as you saw him glaring down at Douma, you thought to yourself “it’s working!” As a grin grew on your face. “So has the younger girl helped with your muscle definition too? Because your pecs and arms look more muscle-ey than they did last meeting, can I feel?” You ask with a flirtatious giggle he responded in the same tone “of course my dear!” You grabbed his pecs and arms and made sure to giggle as you glanced up at Muzan. Anger was evident on his face, if looks could kill Douma would be six feet under, deciding to spare Douma any more issues with Muzan you moved to Akaza.

“Akaza you’re so strong, we should train together tomorrow,” you giggle giving him a glance up and down, unlike Douma, Akaza doesn’t care for small talk as much responding with a sneer “No thank you. I have better things to do.” As you continue to try and talk to him Muzan glares at a distance. His whole body is hot almost erupting with rage, He begins the meeting with an aggressive yell. The entire meeting you tried to focus but all you could take note of was Muzan’s angry demeanor. His eyebrows twitched as he snapped out orders at the rest of the upper moons, while you were left neglected.

At the sound of Nikime’s Biwa you were transported to a dark office, as far as the eye can see was books and documents. You walked over to a big desk covered in test tubes and equipment to make anything that would help concur the sun. The light snapped on and you quickly turn around, you stared at Muzan with a light smile, he stared back but with a cold glare. He saunters over to you, eyes drinking in your figure, “What were you doing before the meeting? Ignoring me is not a good decision Y/N.” You snicker quickly and respond “What are you talking about my lord? I wasn’t ignoring you, I just took the hint you didn’t want me wasting your time with my stupid stories and questions so I left you alone.” His features soften quickly as he moves closer, he gently grabs you face as he says quietly “I love your stories and your questions, what ever made you feel that way?” Placing your hands of his hard chest you whisper “You never responded, or seemed to care so I gave up,” you finally meet his eyes as he says “I care, I care about everything you do and say. I care so much that I would burn the world if you wished, I love you.” And with that You kiss, both silently acknowledging your shared love.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Get Drunk, Get Me Drunk, Drown - Roger Barel

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

NSFW, Minors DNI

I parted ways with Liam, who was on going to the theater, and started heading home when—

(That back…)

Before I could even tap his shoulder, Roger turned around and grabbed my hand.

Roger: You must’ve really wanted to see me if you saw me and came running, huh?

Kate: N-no!

(That’s right, Roger must have known I was behind him because he could hear my footsteps…)

Roger: If you’re just passing through, let’s have a drink.

Roger pulled me toward a seat.

The beer in his hand looked like it was glittering.

Roger: By the way, what’re you doing out here all alone?

As I told Roger how I ended up here, he nodded along and drank his beer—

Kate: Aren’t you drinking too much…?

Seeing as how the alcohol was disappearing faster than usual, I was going to check on him when he suddenly grabbed my cheeks.

Kate: Mn?!

Roger: You two really are alike.

Roger’s face looked red.

Kate: W-what are you talking about?

Roger had a strong grip on my face and I couldn’t turn away as he stared at me—

Roger: Dog.

Kate: Huh?

Roger: Didn’t I tell you? You look just like the family corgi. If you became an animal, you’d definitely be a corgi.

Kate: I’m human! How can I turn into a dog?!

As he cackled, I felt my face turn red as I downed my drink.

Roger smiled at how well I drank, but…

(I drank too much while we were bantering…)

Roger: We’re here. Jeez, you drank too much.

The way he roughly patted my head made me smile involuntarily.

Roger: What’s up?

My heart leapt as he looked at me with unusual gentleness.

Kate: I’m…glad that I’m a person… If I were a dog, then I wouldn’t be able to talk or drink with you the way I do now. So I’d rather be with you as a human.

(What am I even saying?)

(It’s like…)

Roger: Kate.

His large body shrouded me in darkness as I sank into the bed.

Kate: Roger?

His eyes burned with lust.

Roger: Sounds like you wanna do stuff with me that dogs can’t do.

Kate: Huh? Nnnnn…

Greedy kisses stole my breath and melted away any sense of reason.

Roger: I definitely don’t think a woman who unconsciously gets someone worked up like this is a dog. 

I couldn’t detangle my hands from the sheets.

Kate: Roger…ahhh

Roger: A simple kiss gets you like this.

He drew out a sweet cry as he pinched what poked through my blouse. 

Roger: You like a little pain. 

Kate: Aahhh

As he said that, he bit my nipple, making my body jolt.

Roger: See? Just like I said.

I couldn’t help but be captivated by Roger’s sexy, muscular body as I looked up at him through my tears.

When I realized our size difference, I felt wetness between my thighs.

Roger: …Let me tell you something nice.

A hand reached out and rested on my underwear.

Roger: Your footsteps aren’t the only thing I can hear. Your heartbeat gets louder when you’re with me, Kate.

Kate: Nn, aahhh!

Wet sounds echo in the air as thick fingers slip through my underwear and into my core.

Kate: No, Roger.

I writhed in pleasure and squeezed the hand that pinned mine to the sheets, but it seemed like that action backfired—

Kate: Aaahhh!!

—As his fingers pumped faster, making me see white.

The moment I caught Roger’s gaze in the midst of my half-conscious state, I realized something.

(He’s going to consume me)

He was like an animal with his sight set on his prey, with his gleaming eyes, hot breath, and large stature blocking my freedom.

Like a small cage.

(But,)

Kate: Don’t. I won’t do it.

Roger: Even though you look like you wanna?

Kate: I’ll only do that with my lover!

After denying him with what little sense of reason I had left, Roger let out a sigh after a moment and leaned over me.

Kate: Ugh…

Roger: Go to sleep.

He removed his glasses and hugged me with those strong muscles of his.

Kate: …Do you want help?

Roger: I’d love to get off now, but you don’t want to do that.

Kate: I see…

Roger: Also, going back to my room’s a pain. Just go to sleep.

The small cage that withheld my freedom was now gently surrounding me.

The rhythmic tapping on my back put me at ease—

The next time I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw were pecs.

Kate: ?!

(I fell asleep against Roger’s chest)

I had felt so safe and protected that I had let go of my consciousness.

(What a night…Not to mention, Roger’s body)

Roger: Your heart’s pretty loud this morning.

Kate: Roger!

Roger laughed as I broke free from his arms in a panic.

Roger: What were you agonizing over?

Kate: I wasn’t!

Roger: You can say whatever you want, but sounds won’t fool me.

I got up and faced him, but—

(I can’t look at him after remembering what happened yesterday…)

Roger: …Kate

Kate: Yes?!

When he called my name, I instantly looked up and was nipped on the nose.

Kate: ?!

When I froze, Roger burst into laughter like a boy.

The genuine smile that lacked its usual teasing nature made my body heat up.

Roger: You really are like a dog.

I don’t think I’ll ever sober up from this intoxication.

[spacebaby1]

RIGHT POSITION (Law Trafalgar x Reader)

(Law helping you sleep right) Fluff (also, this is heavily inspired to an actual even that happened to me, Lmao) ENJOY!!

He told you to not sleep like that but the thing about you is that you just can't get comfortable sleeping on your side, you had to sleep on your stomach and bend your head to direction that made him gasp when he would see you sleep, sometimes when Law entered the bedroom he's eyes would widened at the way you were sleeping as if you were ready to crack your own neck so it wasn't surprising when one day he jumped at your loud crying from the bedroom when he was in the study room working on a new case.

He got up and rushed to your shared bedroom only to find you holding your head to side and holding your neck on the other, it was clear you were in pain. He sighed but worriedly rushed towards you, "Law, I can't move my head to left," you cried heavy tears.

He whipped your tears, "Don't cry, let me see." He gently held your head trying to move it to left but the shooting pain through your body made you cry harder and you jumped, "IT HURTS!"

"I'm sorry, Darling" He stood up, "Don't move I'll be right back, okay?" You nodded still crying making his heart ache at your sobbing. He went to grab the cold pad from the freezer that he always kept there for emergencies.

He came back and gently placed it on your neck after moving your hand away from where you were holding your neck, "ahhh, I am gonna be stuck like this," you cried harder and now he was trying to not laugh at the nonsense you were saying while crying, "I will never be able to move my head, I will die like thi-"

"Hush, don't say such things, you'll be just fine, Darling."

"Law, are you gonna leave me if my neck gets stuck like this forever?" You cried harder, and more tears fell from your eyes, Law couldn't help but find your little brainstorming the situation adorable. You were not thinking right because of the small pain, but he knew that it probably hurt a lot since he knew you had high pain tolerance. "No baby, I'll still love you even if you can't move your head forever," he said holding back his laughter still examining your neck, he found the muscle that you twisted because of your sleeping position.

You were busy crying and he knew if he did it quickly you won't feel that much pain so when you had your eyes closed crying he held your head and moved it to the left causing you to scream loudly holding his shirt, you opened your eyes still sniffing and stopped for a minute to blink before carefully moving your head side to side with Law's tattooed hands carefully rested on either side of your head; the pain was gone.

You smiled wide still tears streaming down your cheek, "LAW YOU FIXED IT, YOU MADE THE PAIN GO AWAY!" You hugged him crying which made him chuckle and rub the back of your head, "You alright now?" He asked with a smile, "does it still hurt, sweetheart?" You shook your head thankful to your doctor boyfriend.

Later that night Law came to the room to yet again find you asleep in the same position on your stomach and head position to uncomfortable side. He face palmed himself before getting under the sheets and pulling you towards him carefully to the side, resting your head on his arm and nuzzling your face under his chin so you won't dare to sleep that way with his arms around you like that trapping you in his embrace.

"Sleep well, sweetheart." He whispered, kissing your head. You groaned, trying to nuzzle your head on his arm, but he pulled you right back closer to him. He was determined not to let you sleep on your stomach.

[winterrrnight]

congratulations on 100! i love your works and i’m very excited for your future ones 💘

could i please get a before the coffee gets cold; rafe with number 11?

ahhh thank you sooo much!! <33 you've been so supportive throughout it all and that just means the whole world to me 🫶🏻🫶🏻 this fic, it's so different than what I usually write, so it's definitely experimental. I'm nervous about what kind of feedback it will receive, so I really hope you like this!

I can't get enough

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Rafe simply cannot get enough of you.

WARNINGS: intimate moments between reader and Rafe, but they aren't written with a sexual intent, fluff (kinda tooth rotting fluff 🫢)

EDITH SPEAKS: this is either very well written and one of my best, or it's so cringey and horrible that all it's traces should be removed from the internet. which one do you think this is 😃

PROMPTS REQUESTED: "I know I've kissed you like, 10 times, but just like another 10, please."

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The moonlight shines in through the curtains, cascading a sliver glow throughout the entire room. You're lying on the bed with Rafe sitting in your lap, as he leans in to press kisses against your lips. For a moment, his lips linger on yours for more than just a few seconds, and you feel his heavy breathing mixing with yours, your limbs entangled with his.

You gently pull back and hold his face in your hands, softly brushing his hair out of his eyes. He closes his eyes at your warm touch, just feeling your hands trace his skin.

Rafe holds one of your hands in his and presses a kiss to your palm, slowly kissing up your arm and reaching your shoulder. You giggle when you feel his hair tickle your cheeks. He now reaches where he had started: your lips.

With swollen lips and a heavy heart, you pull Rafe back from you. He looks at you with a pout.

"What?" You giggle at his cute expression.

"I just want to keep on kissing you right now, you just look so kiss-able," he says softly. You gently intertwine your hand with his, your gaze never leaving his.

"I don't think that's a word," you mumble, your other hand moving to his hair and your fingers instantly twirling the strands of his silky hair.

"Let me just. . ." he whispers, attaching his lips back to yours and you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. You take in the taste of the apple pie he had just less than an hour ago, his own sweet taste mixing with that of the pie to create a symphony of a sugary mess.

When you both feel yourself running out of breathe, Rafe pulls back again and just looks at you. Your hand now rests against his waist, and with a gentle push, you help him get off your lap. He lays next to you, and you instantly lay your head on top of his chest, your fingers tracing shapes onto his bare skin.

Even in this silence, Rafe's lips just cannot leave your skin. He's pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead and cheeks constantly, whispering little sweet nothings to you with each kiss.

"You're my everything, you know that right?"

"I cannot think of living a life without you."

"You and me, forever and always."

"I love you so much, I'll do anything for you."

You let your eyes flutter shut as you feel heat rush to your cheeks on hearing these words. His relaxed voice creates a calm aura around you, all your body muscles relaxing immediately.

You look at him to see him already looking at you, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I know I've kissed you like, 10 times, but just like another 10, please," he says, his hand resting against your cheek. You press a kiss to his bare chest and shift yourself in his lap.

"I think you've kissed me a lot more than just 10 times," you giggle, "but yes, kiss me some more. Please." His lips are pulled in the biggest grin and it doesn't even take him a second to pull you so close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he wishes to never let you go.

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[tuukster]

Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Eleven

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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Harps and flutes fill the air with light hearted music, causing those that are easily wavered to get drawn to the dance floor. Ladies laugh in gaggles fanning their bosoms attempting to catch the eyes of some noble men; and there I stand at the center of it all. Women have flocked to my side encircling my body, from an outsiders view it must be a humorous sight seeing these women throwing themselves at a man that stands at least a foot and a half above them. Having to slouch down to hear the promiscuous whispers and grow bashful as I whisper back. 

If it isn’t the sheer height that I have above all of the men and women among the court, my appearance draws eyes from all directions. With a thick gray fur cloak draped half heartedly on my shoulders, silver chains hanging from my pockets dangling with dazzling medals of honor from wars and a sheer black veil resting underneath my crown concealing my face. While the outside world is left wondering what lies beneath the black fabric I’m able to see everyone.

A small hand grasps at my left bicep squeezing just slightly grabbing my attention, “Your majesty, please tell us more of your heroic efforts in the war with the coastal kingdoms. ” The women draws out the words causing my attention downward once more, her lavender eyes narrow in a seducing manner that are all too familiar. Her well manicured nails draw circles on my forearms causing a small tingle to travel up my spine. “Ahhh, it pleases me to hear about how my efforts to protect my beloved kingdom intrigues you. Nonetheless, the tales that I have yet to share are far too… provocative for you my liebling.” Biting her lip with a blush dusted across her pale complexion the other women giggle fanning themselves. 

Seeing how the women react my ego takes over, looking around above their heads I raise my right forearm squeezing my fist. The fabric around my arm tightens, revealing the large muscles that I've maintained in my past time, even after inheriting the throne. Just as I’d hoped there’s a squealing delight around me mixed with envious sighs from those nearby. 

Before I could continue flaunting my physique to the willing eyes the music stops and there’s a loud trumpet from where the throne sits. The playful chattering that had once filled the hall dissipates to silence, standing before the crowd King William stands with his arms interlaced with Queen Joans. It has been many years since my last visit and it shows. The strong man that my father had once called a dear friend now has a slight slouch in his posture, gray hair and a full beard filling in his once clean shaven face. The Queen on the other hand has miraculously maintained herself, other than the wrinkles that have formed between her brows from constant displeasure she hasn’t changed. 

Off to the left of the Queen her brother, King John, stands close behind her. Since he had taken to the throne the doors that had once been open and welcoming had been closed off, and secrecy had filled the cracks of the decaying stone walls. He has always looked displeased, a feature that is shared between him and his sister, but tonight there is an unsettling smile. One of which can only bring trouble. 

Narrowing my eyes I scan the hall, my guards stand close by waiting at a moment’s notice. Looking more closely it appears that there is no other security to be seen, which is quite unusual seeing as the hall should be crawling with them as only the highest level of society has been welcomed. 

Grunting at the realization I mumble under my breath “Something isn’t right…”

”What did you say your highness?” The woman that still holds my arm looking up at me in a confused manner. I’ve been in many battles in my lifetime, and the air that surrounds the royalty that stands before us all is the same air that sits between two armies before they start the blood shed. Looking at my guards once again I gesture my head signaling for them to come forward, moving quietly as they weave through the crowd as King William begins his speech.

”It is an honor having the high members of society here to bear witness the presentation of my daughter, Princess (F/n) , second born to our royal family.” Cheers arupt and applause echoes through the hall. Smiling brightly the King signals for silence once more, “It is also my intention as the King, father and husband to find my daughter a husband to be married to at this very same gathering.” My guards stand beside me awaiting orders.

Leaning over so that they alone can only hear me I mumble for them to escort the women that have flocked around me to be taken to my private quarters, noting to not let anyone beside myself enter the room once they have arrived. Saluting, they gesture to the women to follow them, explaining that I wished for them to be waiting to meet me in my quarters once the presentation of the Princess has been completed. With no arguments and rather eagerly pushing their way through the crowd they exit the hall. 

“Those of you that wish to make their case to why they are to be the chosen suitor please step forward!” Whispers and hushes flood around me, no one steps forward. “I had hoped to pique the interest of many with the dowry I promised to provide, being the fair ruler I am, I would think it was a rather handsome dowry.” 

Staying where I stand my hand goes to the hilt of my sword that is strapped to my hip, hidden by the heavy cloak. When I had received the invitation I had full instructions on offering my proposal to the princess this very night, at the sight of her beauty I knew that she must become my Queen. Though, I cannot bring myself to step forward to offer such a proposal.

After a moment one man steps in front of the King. Dissatisfaction crosses the King's withered face as he stands face-to-face with King John. No one dares to speak out in the hall as they wait in anticipation for what will come next. Queen Joan has a look of horror as King John speaks, his voice lowered into nothing more than a whisper so that they may keep this a private conversation. Sensing the tension that has grown between the family that stands before us all I begin to push through the crowd, making my way to the front so that I can intervene.

Annoyance builds in my gut as the crowd stands still not offering help to the situation at hand. King William howls in laughter, this causes the bystanders in the crowd to jump at the sudden change in the atmosphere. Like a flock of sheep the people awkwardly begin to laugh too, not knowing what to do.He releases his interlocked arm with Queen Joan grabbing his stomach from the laughter; pushing John aside King William attempts to compose himself once more looking over the crowd. Queen Joan grabs at John's arm with watering eyes pulling at his arm to follow her elsewhere, but planting his feet onto the ground like a weed he watches at King William matches forward before the crowd.

As I step before the king his eyes meet with mine, as he opens his mouth I watch from the corner of my eye John waves at the ceiling. Before I could react an arrow pierces from the ceiling landing directly between his eyes, burrowing deep into his head. Dropping like a bird with a snapped neck, audible gasp erupted from those in the front.

Hearing the drop of her husband Joan looks towards the body of her once alive husband. Releasing the arm of her brother she drops to her knees in a silent scream, confusion morphs into horror. Screams bounce off the walls as men and women push one another to escape, yelling at everyone to exit the hall. I watch as King John watches the people scurry around pleading for someone to help. Smiling at the sound of his sister weeping over the corpse of the once great ruler King William.

―✧˖° ♛ °˖✧―

Rain pours onto my freezing body, the build-up of mud sits underneath my fingernails causing an unpleasant pressure to my already frost bitten fingertips. Looking around I’m in my rose garden from the castle. Tall hedges loom overhead, appearing to be overgrown with vines and branches stretching out in different directions, twisting over one another closing off the night sky overhead. 

“I thought we escaped…?” Attempting to sit-up my body won't move, seemingly filled with lead instead of bones, all I can do is lay on my back shaking in fear. Letting the rain hit my face I listen to a rustling of leaves that come closer with every heartbeat.

The rustling stops and so does the rain ”Who’s there?” Frantically looking around I notice a shadow figure standing just at the edge of my vision. Taking a step forward the barely visible moon illuminates the figure's face, the uncertain air that once filled the space around me is replaced with dread. Standing above me is the guard Simon had killed, or at least I thought he had been dead. In the light I see congealed blood pooling from the outer corners of his eyes, a film of red fills the whites of his eyes. The tanned skin that had once hung from his body is green with brown splotches that carry throughout his exposed arms. 

“Please don’t come near me…” Unable to catch my breath, all that comes out is a whisper. Warm tears pour from my eyes mixing with the cool rain that resides on my skin. 

The guard stumbles over closer to where I lay, screaming out for help I try moving once more but once again nothing comes from this action. The guard now stands directly overhead. I scream even louder praying that someone would be able to hear my pleas, my head pounds from my hyperventilating cry’s to an empty garden. 

Leaning down the guard’s hands move atop my throat, his fingernails pierce into my supple skin that lines my throat. Encompassing the entirety of my throat his palms push down on my windpipe, using his fingers he squeezes the surrounding area. Gasping desperately all I can do is look into his lifeless eyes, unable to breathe and call out for help. Clenching my teeth I feel as if they will shatter as will my eyes pop from head. 

Burning resides in my throat where his hands are squeezing, with one last gasp of air my eyes.

Gasping loudly I sit up grabbing my throat, taking deep breaths I cautiously look around the disheveled room. While it was only a dream I can’t help but shake the feeling that at any second the dead guard will appear to finish the job he had started. Dried tears irritate my skin, I must have been asleep longer than I had intended to seeing that sunlight now punctured through the holes in the ceiling.

The fire was nothing more than warm coals, but there was something missing. Standing from the bed my clothes no longer cling to my skin but they smell stale. Grabbing my shoes I attempt to place my feet inside but I’m met with an unpleasant slush, sighing I leave the shoes by the bedside choosing to walk around the cabin bare foot. The floorboards creak under my weight as I walk to the front door, twisting the knob a cold breeze pushes the hair from my face back. Closing my eyes I welcome the kissing heat from the sun, even though it is nothing more than a peck, I welcome it nonetheless. 

My pounding heart has calmed as I look at the scene before me. Long wheat fields stretch as far as the eye can see leaving open fields, with the gentle breeze that the new season brings it twirls the grains into hypnotic waves twisting forward and backwards. To the right of the cabin I can see smoke in the distance, it must be a small town as the sky is only darkened with light gray clouds. Unlike the dark Pilar’s of clouds that had filled my kingdom's sky. 

“It’s a relief to see that you have finally awakened your highness.” Jumping at the sudden voice I see Simon standing beside a large oak tree, leaning against the dark brown bark with his arms crossed. Collecting myself I walk towards the tree, the crunching of the leaves fills the silent air. Standing beside him awkwardly avoiding his gaze, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing him without his helmet. While I have only been exposed to those in the high court and close family, he has to be one of the finest men in the land. Notably, it appears that while I slept he has stripped himself of the tarnished armor that he has concealed his body from the world. 

Unconsciously my eye’s trail along to his exposed biceps to his slouched shoulders, my throat tightens as the idea of how he must look without his shirt. How his well formed body would feel against my bare breast…

Clearing my throat loudly I whisk away my thoughts elsewhere so that I can clear the air of this tension. “So what is our next course of action Sir Simon! Shall we go into town for supplies for the journey ahead?”

With my attention still focused on the field before me I wait for a response. Even with the rustling of grass coming towards me I look ahead; Simon steps in front of my vision, blocking the view with his wide frame. Nervously turning my chin upwards my eyes met his. With the sun now full in the sky his brown eyes transform its appearance into a dark honey that I’ve seen drip from a freshly collected honeycomb.

His jaw is tight as his eyes stay fixed on mine, lifting his exposed hand towards my face he caresses my soft cheek cautiously before stopping at my jawline. His thumb strokes lovingly above where his hand rests. “My lady, now that you are free, what do you wish to do?”

What is it that I'd like to do? The corner of my lips curls upwards at the thought of finally being able to make my own decisions. “I don’t know where we are to go… all I wish is to do is stay by your side… Simon.” 

At the sound of his name leaving my lips Simons eyes soften, relaxing at the sound of how his name leaves my mouth. “My lady… if I may be upfront I wish that we drop the formalities. The moment my soul was yours I was no longer the Ghost of Knighthood, now I wish to only be Simon. The man whose life is devoted to the women he loves.” 

The tightening in my chest returns, my stomach is full of knots hearing his words. “I wish for the same, the life I had known is behind me. To no longer be seen as Princess (F/n), off spring of King William and Queen Joan. Instead, I want to be seen as simply (F/n).”

Simon smirks at my statement, while it didn’t hold the same sincerity as his, we both know what we want. Leaning his face towards mine, his hand tilts my chin upward, it doesn’t take a genius to realize what he is doing. My body locks up the feeling of his warm breath, not knowing what to do with myself I close my eyes. In some odd way it felt like the right thing to do. 

In an instant the space that was once between us is no more, the tension that had divided us in the confines of the castle has dissipated. The desperate attempt to simply touch one another without another pair of eyes watching in the distance is no more. All that matters is electric energy between our lips connecting, the lust that we had felt bleeding into this one kiss. The tenseness of my body releases as I lean closer to Simon, his other hand snakes around my lower back pulling me closer to where he stands. What had started as a loving kiss develops into a passionate ache for one another, following Simons lead my lips push against his leaving my body to cry for more of his touch. 

But, just as quickly as it had started Simon releases me from his grasp. Opening my eyes once more I see that even though his lips aren’t close to mine he has yet to move back, it looks as if he is studying my features. “ (F/n), wherever you wish to go I will follow. Tell me, where do you want to spend the rest of our lives?”

[sea-lanterns]

But there's so much fun with the idea of the Empress and court going to Sumeru! Just like yea Nilou being able to play guide for them, getting all kinds of looks im sure from the Courtesans. But even beyond that!

Imagine if on top of Nilou, Dehya had been hired for extra security. Suddenly Beidou and Shenhe may feel a touch threatened in their place as the physically strongest in the heram. Even more so if they see Dehya's glances toward the Empress that the Empress herself likely won't be noticing happen.

Of course, with limited beds, only so many people can sleep with their beloved. Whether it be nightly arguments or making some form of schedule based on the time they'll be in Sumeru. Its a whole event none the less.

However, could you imagine for a moment, if against all odds, despite the hired mercenary, the attentive dancer turned guide, and the numerous courtesans. The Empress gets lost. Lost in the city, and separated from her many lovers. The panic, the rush to find her, some are ready to start pulling out weapons to find their wonderful Empress!

And then they find her, just walking along, being lead hand in hand by a small girl, a child gently speaking to the Empress to help guide her back to her court. Nilou and Dehya both freezing in place upon seeing the pair. Because against all odds, not only did they lose the Empress, but now Nahida is the one helping her.

But oh, does our lovely Empress not look so natural in the way she walks and talks with this child? How many of the Courtesans can even hope to resist asking themselves, would the Empress look that at peace with her own child?

~🐁

🐁 anon back at it again with the best empress au ideas ever! Dehya being hired as an extra bodyguard is such a clever way of adding her to the harem without making her an official courtesan (yet). I love it!

sfw under the cut—————————

Not only does the harem have to watch out for Nilou, they have to watch out for Dehya as well because she’s got her eyes on you. Out of all the other courtesans, Beidou and Shenhe are probably the most jealous as Dehya rivaled their strength and muscle and impressed you with how easily she could pick you up.

Although they didn’t want to start a fight, they couldn’t help but glare holes into her head as she guided you around Sumeru with Nilou beside her. Beidou deciding to bicker with Dehya throughout the tour, as the rest of the courtesans sighed and tried to calm her down before a fight escalated.

As this happened however, the harem and your two guides were too busy to notice you wandering off and accidentally getting lost in the process, leaving their sights until Courtesan Ganyu finally noticed your disappearance.

“Uhm, everyone? Where is our beloved?”

Silence.

Everyone looked around slowly, to the right, then to the left, then to each other, and then…

“Ahhh we lost the empress!”

Ganyu panicked and everyone immediately stopped bickering. Yelan snapped back to reality as she had zoned out a few moments prior, and Shenhe already had a murderous glint in her eyes as she was ready to stab a person for taking the empress away.

Their darling empress was now lost in a foreign region and they had no idea where they were. Reluctantly, the courtesans + Dehya and Nilou would have to work together and search for you throughout the city. Hoping you didn’t get kidnapped, or worse; even harmed.

As they searched for what seemed like hours, they were starting to get desperate when they spotted the familiar bright fabric of their empress’ robe. A wave of relief washing over everyone as they ran up to you.

“My empress!”

They all stopped however when they saw you holding the hand of a small child. Dehya and Nilou nearly passing out as the sight of their archon holding the hand of their empress was just too shocking to bear.

Meanwhile, Nahida was smiling and pointing to your harem, speaking in a soft and gentle tone. “I think your courtesans found you.” She hums, slowly dragging you over to them.

While Dehya and Nilou were too busy trying to get over their shock, the courtesans were all busy fussing over you and giving you relieved kisses and hugs. So glad to have found you after losing you for so long.

“Don’t wander off again.” Ningguang lectures, before kissing your cheek affectionately.

“We were so worriedddd” Ganyu sniffles, almost about to tear up.

“I knew where they were this whole time.” Yelan shrugs.

Nahida just smiled at the sight of you being swooned by affection and ran up to you to hug your legs as well. Surprising all of your courtesans as this strange, young child just cuddled up to you right away. Despite Nahida being but a stranger to them, they couldn’t help but think about how sweet it looked to have their empress so soft around a child.

It made them wish to have heirs of their own with you at some point in their life, but that’s another story for a different day :)

[three--rings]

I made it through my week of crazy social commitments and now I'm just in a terrible mood. Like, I know it's cause I'm tired and overstimulated and stuff.

I did have that "oh wait I forgot I'm disabled" moment about five minutes after the musical last wednesday started and I remembered that my back sometimes decides "fuck this chair". I spent the first half hunched forward leaning on my knees and I ran to the water fountain at intermission to swallow some an opiate. Which only moderately helped, but yeah. They weren't even bad chairs for a theater. But my back did NOT like it. Luckily it didn't carry forward for the rest of the week and after some muscle relaxers and heating pads I was able to both drive and DM the next day.

Anyway now I have nothing to do for days and I can rest, but I'm in that AHHH state where nothing is working for me. I don't want to play any of my games. I don't want to watch anything. I can't focus to read. etc.

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (1/2)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (?) | Yandere | Female OC | Gender Neutral Reader | Reader is a bit of a… gold digger here (pun intended lol) | Comfort (?) | Fluff (?) | Slight Angst (near the end)| Swearing | Includes a cute pic of a Golden Retriever x German Shepherd mix dog for reference

A/n: So a long time ago, before reader met Eris, reader met a certain dog~ Hint, hint: she was mentioned in the last chapter (can I call it a chapter? It was in part 2). It’s not the bartender, by the way. So this is going to be a two parter because it got too long. Huh… Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer? Even the animal is getting bigger lol. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 2, Part 3 (1/2) (you’re here!), Part 3 (2/2)

[Seven years ago…]

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“Oh, what do we have here? I heard a lot of great things about you. Come give Papa a big ol’ smile, why don’t cha?”

You keep your ever present resting blank face on, place your index fingers together in front of your mouth and drag them apart in an upward curve. You throw in a tilt of your head, as a bonus.

The customer throws his head back in ecstasy. “AHHH! So it’s true what they say. I feel so refreshed! Papa’s got an appetite for some sandwiches… unless you’re on the menu today?”

“Oh my~ You flatter me~ But unfortunately, nooooo, sir~” you say with a high-pitched cutesy voice that heavily contrasts your stiff-robot face, fanning yourself for show.

You’ve always hated these kinds of customers– actually, you really hated this job in general. Not only were you forced to wear a ridiculously, scandalously short pink waitress dress uniform regardless of your gender, but you had to listen to yourself speak with an ear-gratingly high-pitched tone, because that’s what sells the performance here.

Have you tried to leave? Well, you’ve thought about it, but no. Where else would they pay you enough to make rent? Besides, with who runs this cafe and who owns the area, do you think you’d be able to leave scot-free? No.

You sigh internally. Ah… if only someone with a lot of money could just… sweep me off my feet. Someone kind… Someone considerate… Someone polite…

Pff. Yeah, right. Like that’s ever going to happen.

You take his usual order on your paper notepad. As you leave, you feel something heavy slap against your behind, the action sending a jolt through the rest of your body. You glance behind you and see the customer don a sleazy smirk, which further adds to your disgust and increasing resentment for this place. You pick up the pace to hand over the order to the chef. You slam the paper down onto the counter with a little more force than expected, warranting Remy’s attention.

“Which table?” he nonchalantly asks, cracking a couple of eggs onto the pan.

Somehow, despite wearing the same outfit as you, he maintains an extremely powerful look with his exposed bulging muscles and trimmed beard held by his hairnet. You envy the man.

“Table 13,” you grumble.

“Special sauce?”

“Special sauce.”

“Got it.”

The bell rings and in comes a trio of brothers in fancy suits, three of your most loyal customers, along with an unfamiliar face. Upon their request, the hostess leads them to a table in your section. You grab four menus before walking over and greeting them as usual.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome back to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guests,” you greet, face still with its blank expression. “We’re so happy-happy to see you~” you say, with your iconic blank face.

The three men roar with delight. The lady with them, wearing the same kind of suit, simply pinches and pulls at her sleeve as she keeps her face downcast. One of the brothers turns to the lady with them while pointing at you. “Hey, Sis. Whatcha think of (Y/n), huh? That straight face and cute voice. Combo’s real nice, ain’t it?”

“O-oh… um…” The woman makes eye contact with you for a split second before she looks away, a blush appearing on her face. She nods animatedly, releasing another roar from the men, much to your confused amusement.

“Oh right! (Y/n). You already know the three of us: Dante, Vergil and Nero. This,” Dante says, placing an arm around the lady’s shoulders, “is our baby sister, Lyn. She may look shy right now, but put a weapon in her hand and…” He whistles before chuckling.

“Ah. Happy-happy to have you, Lyn~” you say, cutely wiggling your fingers.

“... T-thank you… (Y/n).”

“Good girl,” one of the brothers sitting across pats her on the head. She reminds you of a golden retriever, with her blond hair and gentle, round eyes.

“Yay~ Now, what will it be today~?” you ask, clicking your pen.

They order some sandwiches and some drinks. You place the order in exchange for picking up the order for that sleazy customer who calls himself Papa. You and Remy exchange knowing looks before you deliver the food.

“Oooh. This looks delicious. Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, before your arm is grabbed by a meaty hand. You turn your head around to see the man grinning at you maliciously. 

“Now, wait a gosh darn second. I heard that this establishment offers a… special service. Now… you aren’t holding off on me, are ya?”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, used to being grabbed by unscrupulous individuals like this man. You answer, “Oh~ The special service~ Sorry, hon~ That’s a privilege only reserved for customers who have dined here more than ten times~ Since you’ve come here once, that means you’ll have to come back nine more times.”

The special service in question refers to asking any server to sing the cafe’s jingle and perform a cutesy dance for the customer asking. Everyone who works here must learn this song and dance before they can be placed on the floor, adding their own twist to it, of course, thus providing a unique experience.

The man slams a fist on the table and stands up, his face red with anger. “WHAT? I CANCELLED A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING FOR THIS. NOW IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME THE SPECIAL SERVICE, I AM GOING TO–”

Click!

Both your heads turn to the side to discover Lyn pointing a loaded revolver with one hand just a feet away, aimed directly for the man’s skull. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, unlike the gentle, round ones you were introduced to earlier.

She raises her eyebrows. “Is there a problem here, sir?” she asks, voice firm and steady.

“D-do… do you know who you’re pointing that gun at, lady?” the man stutters, sweating beading up on his forehead.

Lyn shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“O-of course it does! Shoot me and you’ll have the West Razors going after you and your entire family.”

She raises an eyebrow. “... Never heard of them before.”

“What? Who are you then, huh, bitch? Some don’s lady?”

She scoffs to the side. Her pupils contract, brown glinting with a shade of gold, as she cocks her head with a smirk. “Lyn Aurem-Diavolus. Of the May Devils.”

The man gasps and immediately lowers his knees, Lyn’s gun following. The man clasps his hands together in a prayer as he begs for his life. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know! P-please forgive me! I didn’t know this server was your lover!”

…Who? Is what now?

Lyn’s eyes soften back to their round shape, her face darkening to a red hue as she stutters, “L-l-lover?”

“That’s right!” Dante pipes up with a smirk, coming behind Lyn, followed by the other two brothers. “Mess with (Y/n) again, and we’ll send you straight down to hell, capisce?” He gives the man a thumbs down with a frown. “Now scram.”

The man quickly gets on this feet and skedaddles out of here, without leaving a tip no less. You click your tongue in annoyance, but you understand. You would be an idiot if you stuck around a pissed off May Devil.

Ah. But what if he spreads the word that I’m Lyn’s lover? … Ah, what the heck. The less perverts there are, the better.

Lyn replaces the safety lock before she puts it back into a hidden holster. She bashfully asks you, “Are you okay… (Y/n)?”

You nod and give a thumbs up. “Yeah. Thank you, Lyn~”

“N-no, well, I mean, yes, that too. But what I meant was–”

“Ooh, free sandwiches,” says Dante, eyeing the plate the guy left behind. “Don’t mind if I do~”

You throw a hand out. “No, wait!”

-----🔔-----

Ever since the brothers introduced you to Lyn, she has been visiting the cafe every day you’re scheduled to work for months now. Sometimes she comes with the brothers, sometimes by herself if they’re too busy dealing with… probably, mafia stuff. Not any of your business.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“H-hi… (Y/n).”

At this point, there is no need to provide her with a menu anymore. She always orders a peanut butter milkshake and a plate of chocolate cake. Somehow, aside from the extreme sweet tooth she possesses, you always feel weird about giving her the chocolate cake. She’s definitely human, but… she really does remind you of a very shy golden retriever… with perhaps a German shepherd side to her. Or maybe like Maremmano-Abruzzese sheepdog, considering she’s Italian.

“Okay~ Here is your milkshake and your cake. Will there be anything else you’d like today, Lyn-Lyn~?”

You expect her to say no as per usual, but this time it seems she has something on her mind, based on the way her face has turns red and her eyes look like they’re panicking.

“O-oh! U-um… (Y/n)?”

“Yes, Lyn-Lyn?”

“Do you… what time do you get off work? D-do you have time after work?”

That catches you off guard. “Why~?”

“UH… UM… I… I-I have something… to tell you! Come meet me behind the cafe.”

“Oh… kay,” you answer. “Okay~”

-----🔔-----

[After work…]

“Alright. Good job, everyone! Have a safe trip going home!”

“Yeah!” “Thank you! “Yes!” “Uh-huh.” “See ya!”

The day has ended and all of the customers have left. Your boss leaves first, but you and your coworkers stick around in the locker room and begin making conversation as you change out of your work clothes.

“Oooh, you gonna go meet Lover Girl in the back, (Y/n)?”

You roll your eyes at a coworker’s words. “Ha ha. Real funny.”

“What does she wanna talk about anyway?”

You shrug, closing your locker. “Beats me.”

“Ooh, do you think she’s going to confess?”

You scoff. “No. Where’d you get that idea from?”

Your coworkers exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

Ever since that day when the don of the West Sharpies or whatever assumed you were Lyn’s lover, your coworkers have never let you live it down, especially with Lyn’s daily visits. She is… kind, considerate, polite, and you have to admit, she was pretty hot when she defended you back then.

However! You do not have such a relationship with her, nor any kind of feelings like that. You’re sure of it.

You’re the last one to leave, the only one to leave through the back door to meet with Lyn. You find her leaning against the wall, dressed in her suit as always.

The moment she spots you, she stands up straight and blushes again. She has never seen you in civilian clothes before, but you look so… beautiful. More so, without the cute yet obnoxious pink outfit.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” you ask in your regular voice, out of character. Your face remains blank though.

“O-oh, not at all, not at all. Um, here.”

She manifests a flower bouquet from behind her back. You take the bouquet, entranced by the largeness of it and how beautiful the colorful flowers look under the alleyway’s only streetlight. When your eyes finally break away from the flowers, you find Lyn kneeling down on one knee and looking up at you with a very serious expression.

“Lyn?”

”(Y/n). Over these past few months,” she starts off, “I have been trying to figure out my feelings for you. I’ve thought about it over and over, tried to rationalize it as… as just infatuation, but… I know what’s in my heart. And I’ve finally come to a conclusion. Ever since I first met you, you have… captured my heart. I am in love with you, (Y/n).”

…..

You stare at her with wide eyes. “Huh?”

She clears her throat and starts glancing between you and the surroundings, embarrassed. “I-I know you may not feel the same. My brothers… and everyone else have told me already. And it’s not like I’ve really done anything so far to win your affection…” She mumbles something in between before continuing. “B-but if you give me the chance, I can show you what I’m capable of. As your potential girlfriend.”

“Oh… wow…”

She holds out a hand to you. “So will you… go out with me?”

“I…”

Do you want to try going out on a date with one of the May Devils? And the youngest one too? You don’t have any prior romantic feelings for the girl, which makes you feel bad. What if you never develop any feelings for her? What if she stops showing up to the cafe? What if you accidentally do something that triggers the entire famiglia to go after you?

In the midst of your thoughts, something dark emerges from deep inside you. A devil. It sits on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, “What if this is your chance to get out of here? She has money. You need money. It’s a match made in… well, ya know?”

…..

Your blank face breaks into a smile, an expression Lyn hasn’t seen before but is entranced by, as you place your hand onto hers.

“I would love to.”

-----🔔-----

[A month later…]

You hadn't expected to enjoy going out on dates with her, but you were sure glad that you said yes.

“(Y/n)! Look what I got for you!” Lyn excitedly says, holding a neatly wrapped box for you over your shoulder.

“Another one?” you chuckle, accepting the gift as she hugs you from behind and nuzzles the back of your neck. “Designer clothes. Designer bags. Luxuries cars. Lyn-Lyn, you're spoiling me too much. You're going to go bankrupt!”

She shakes her head, her hair tickles the back of your neck. “Mm mm mm mm. You're not being spoiled, you're being pampered! By me. Your loving, romantic girlfriend. Who regards you dearly very, very much! Forget about the money. Just let me enjoy spending it on you.”

You giggle and place a hand on her cheek, turning your head so you can share a kiss with her. Of course, Lyn starts planting lots of kisses on your face afterwards, like the lovely puppy she is.

You both fall into bed, full of laughter and joy until you both settle down to cuddle with each other. With your fingers interlocked with hers, Lyn gazes into yours with so much adoration, it makes you shy. You turn away and hide your face against the pillow.

“(Y/n), look at me,” she whispers.

You refuse, for a moment, but you make eye contact. You both gaze into each other's eyes, lovingly, until Lyn breaks the silence.

“I love you, (Y/n).

It makes you freeze, hearing those three words fall from her mouth for the first time in this relationship.

What shocks you more is that… well…

The thing is… normally… 

You're… supposed to say it back, right?

You open your mouth but not a single noise leaves it. You avert your eyes in shame, biting your lip.

Why can't I say it? you think. After all she's done for me so far?

…..

“I-It's okay, (Y/n),” Lyn suddenly says, making you look at her. Her eyes and voice are filled with sadness. “I… I know… that it takes time for a person to develop feelings for someone. I mean, it took time for me to realize my feelings too, and… I did ask you out knowing that you might not… reciprocate my feelings. At least, not yet. That's why people date, right? To get to know each other and hopefully fall in love. S-so… I'll wait for you. Besides, we’ve only dated for a month, right? I’ll do my best to make you fall in love with me. Okay? Prepare yourself~”

You nod, happy that Lyn still wants to be with you even if you can't say those three words back to her yet.

-----🔔-----

[Some time later…]

“Who are you talking to?”

You look up from your phone. “Oh! One of my old coworkers. He was just asking how I'm doing now since I've left the cafe. Thanks to you,” you answer, with a playful smile.

Lyn’s face doesn't share your expression. “Oh. Okay.”

You pout, wondering what's going on with Lyn lately. She'd catch you on the phone, ask you who you're talking to, and then ignore you until she finds something else to ask. It’s unnerving…

You crawl towards her on the bed and ask, “Lyn, I know you're upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

Lyn looks at you, looks away, and then looks back at you again before she leans forward and catches your lips with a kiss. She pushes you down onto the bed before releasing you from her lips and just looks at you.

Her eyes move from your eyes to your lips to your exposed collarbone before going back up to your eyes. She sighs before laying her entire weight on you, her head nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Lyn?”

“I love you, (Y/n)... Do you love me?”

“I…” Your voice catches in your throat for nth time.

You feel her breath as she sighs. “I know.”

Tears start to fill up your eyes out of frustration. “I'm sorry…”

She pops back on her elbows, worried. “Oh no, it's okay. Shh shh. It's okay. (Y/n). My (Y/n). I'm sorry,” she coos, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears.

For some reason, no matter what she does, nothing could spark you to say those three damned words. It isn't your fault but…

It’s starting to drive her insane.

[rafedaddy01]

Can we get a part two of the hand cuffing rafe to the bed?🤍

I had, I think, like 3 of these. So I chose to do this one

Ahhh! Pretty proud of this. Hope you like it 😊

It was the middle of the night. I woke up too someone holding my wrists up. My eyelids fluttered open and I see her, hovering over me with a devilish smirk. “Did I wake you baby?” She tilts her head to the side as the click of the cuff echos in the quiet room.

It’s been days since she last cuffed me to the bed and I told her I don’t want to do it ever again. But she’s a little minx and whatever she wants she gets.

“Y/n.. let. me. go” I say as calmly as I can.

Her grin grows wider as she positions her naked body on top of mine. Her wet, bare pussy dragging along my skin. I lay my head back and swallow hard, there was no getting out of this. She enjoyed torturing me so much last time and she plans on doing it again.

“Baby please! Please let me go”

“You know I love it when you beg” she fake pouts at me and leans down for a kiss.

My cock is already growing between us and as our lips intertwine her dainty fingers travel down to it and grasp it firmly.

I moan into the kiss and her lips pull into a smile. “I knew you liked it” she mumbled between our kiss.

She’s right. Even if some part of me hated this, I couldn’t hate seeing my girl happy. And if being in control once in a while made her happy then I could put on a show.

“Baby, baby, baby please” I begged as she pulled her lips away. “Please what?” She asks as she starts grinding her pussy on my lower stomach, leaving a trail of her wetness.

“Please fuck me” I tell her as I stare into her beautiful eyes which light up at my request.

“How about you watch me get off first, and try not to cum” she taps my nose like I’m some little kid being told what to do, but I obey and watch.

She grinds her swollen clit on my hot skin, creating friction for herself as she rolls her hips just the way she does when she rides me. Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to hold back. “Fuck baby” I moan as I watch her mouth part in ecstasy. “Rafe!” She moans my name and cums all over my skin, coating me in her juices that I wish I could lick off her right now.

“Ride my face baby, please. I need to taste you!” I say as I lick my lips. “What?” She says perplexed as she comes down from her high. “Please?” I ask as I pop my lower lip out in a pout.

She smirks as she turns herself around and her gorgeous, my gorgeous, cunt hovers over my face. She places her hands on my thighs and I dart my tongue out to lick up the dripping arousal. She hums a moan then sinks fully down onto my face. Man I wish I could grip her thighs and pull her closer to me to the point of suffocation.

I lick a long strip of her pussy until I get to her entrance and I tongue fuck my girl. I hear her moan my name and a string of curse words as her muscles contract and I slow my tongue. She groans and squeezed my thighs. She hates being teased. I guess I’m in no position to tease but I can’t help it, it’s who I am.

I pick the pace back up and continue sucking and slurping and licking until a gush of wetness coats my face and a final shriek leaves my girls lips. She slumps over and rests her head on one of my thighs.

I catch my breath but quickly gasp when her finger starts toying with my slit, a bit of pre cum escaping which she collects and sucks off her finger. “Baby..” I say in a pant. “Hmm?” She doesn’t turn around, instead she grips my tip with two fingers and slowly strokes, rubbing the slit with her thumb occasionally. Oh how I’d love to be free right now so I could spank this perfect ass that’s covering my view.

“Fuck!” A strained moan escapes my throat.

“Such a good boy for not cumming” she talks, but it’s so quiet I barely hear her. Her tongue darts out and licks, almost like she’s testing the waters to see how I’ll react.

Just as I’m about to lose it and demand she fuck me or else, she gets off me and turns around straddling my lap. “Don’t worry, you deserve some attention too” that devilish smirk is back as she grips the base of my cock and strokes before aligning it up to herself and sinking down.

I watch as she grips her tits and massaging. she starts moving up and down, side to side and back and forth. Just using my cock as her personal dildo and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’d refuse my own orgasm a million times if it meant that my girl got what she wanted.

I lay back and enjoy her using me. She leans down and leaves kisses up and down my jaw before whispering in my ear, “I love you rafey”

Fuck, I lose it right then and there. My cum seeps out of my like a fountain and I explode deep inside her, triggering her own orgasm as she continues riding me and gripping my neck. “Fuck!” We both moan out as the high washes over.

We lay like that for a minute, her body on mine and her hand drawing circles on my chest. She turns her head to look up at me and smiles. Not her usual devilish glint, but an actual genuine smile. I can’t help but stretch my own lips in a ginormous smile as she leans up and captures my lips. I kiss her like she is my supply of oxygen, because she is.

There is not life without this woman and I’ll spend everyday reminding her of that. Even if it means being cuffed to the bed.

She hums as she pulls her lips away and rests her head back on my chest. I kiss the top of her head “I love you more baby”

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

[stormyweaver]

The Jake + Adam Series 1/0

So! Like I said in an earlier post, having a new laptop has significantly increased my drive to write. This one's actually a commission for the lovely @bigsnzstanacct that I wrote a bit ago but am finally posting!

This definitely won't be the last seen of these two, I became rather fond of them quickly but I'll come up with a better title for their adventures a bit later. Anyways, this was a joy to write for you dear, and I hope everyone else enjoys as well! ;3

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Adam had been idly flipping through a magazine when it happened. It wasn’t even an interesting article - something about the benefits of kale vs spinach because apparently that was a debate now? Eh, the world was always coming up with some new bullshit, he supposed. 

But his attention was immediately arrested by the sudden clang of pots and other cookware in the kitchen. Their living room was just on the other side, of a doorway and, considering their tiny apartment, he likely would have heard the clamor either way. He certainly heard the sudden, panicked gasp that followed, along with an equally frantic call of his name. “A-hahhhdam? N-need you in here huhhh’un!” Oh. Oh fucksicles.

All but sprinting up from his place on the couch, the brunette sped into the kitchen, and wasn’t surprised at the sight that lay before him. His boyfriend - his wonderful, spritely, gorgeous blonde-haired angel Jake - who had his back to Adam, but even then it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know just what had Jake hollering for his assistance. Well… maybe a rocket scientist would actually have come in handy, all things considered. As it was, Jake’s broad shoulders were shuddering up and down unsteadily, back muscles spasming beneath his tight, gray v-neck. Even without stepping closer, Adam could see that the poor thing’s frame was dotted in some kind of… substance, and– yep. There was the unmistakable scent of cayenne. Well, that explained a lot. Far more when Jake peeked over a shivering shoulder, and Adam felt his heart ache and also nearly leaped out of his chest at his boyfriend. “Oh, babe…” Jake’s flaxen, wavy hair had speckles of red along it’s tresses and Adam swore he could even see a bit dusting the bridge of his long nose. Which… shit, right, that had to be taken care of – like, NOW. Before Jake could gasp out another word - the poor thing always tried to talk, even though he knew it only made things worse - a firm index finger was rushed beneath his flaring nostrils. Adam shushed him gently, the other hand resting on his hip as he tried to soothe his boyfriend’s nose before it went absolutely nuclear. “You’re okay, baby, we just gotta wash you off real quick, okay? Nod if you can make it to the sink– yeah? Okay, here we go…” Still with a firm pressure beneath the wriggling mass of hyper-sensitive flesh and nerves, Adam gently but steadily urged Jake towards the waiting sink. Thank goodness they had cleaned it out prior - not being able to get Jake all the way beneath the tap would prove to be a real problem. Yeah, as if your boyfriend about to sneeze the entire spice-cabinet to smithereens isn’t considered a ‘real problem’, Adam mused. Although, knowing Jake’s habits, it’d likely be a bit more than just the spice rack. Jeez, they really couldn’t afford to replace the entire upper cabinet space… “HAAHH…!! Ahhh- Adhhahham, I c-c-ahhn’t–!” Pupils shrunk as he felt Jake’s back arch, wincing as a cloud of the aforementioned spice puffed into the air around his boyfriend’s tear-stricken face. His nose lifted from Adam’s finger and he swore at this angle, he could practically see the grains being hovered into the widened, quivering ovals of Jake’s nose.

Adam swallowed thickly. Now was not the time to be both undeniably worried AND incredibly horny. DAMN IT BRAIN, PICK ONE! “Shit baby, please, you gotta try! Just lemme– fuck–” This time, Adam tried to pinch Jake’s massively flared nostrils shut but even that was a struggle all it’s own. The wings protested vehemently, alive with wriggles and flexing that threatened to breach the plug of his index finger and thumb. Despite his urgent panting, Jake’s shoulders loosened a bit, the lift of his chest deflating bit by bit. 

Adam released a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. “Just a little more… 'atta boy, here we go…” It took a bit of finagling- mainly to avoid 1. Getting MORE spice into areas where it definitely would irritate Jake’s face and 2. Readying himself for when Jake inevitably did blow, because at this rate there was no denying that his boyfriend would need to get the already trapped spice out somehow. 

And there was only one way they’d both found to truly rid his nose of the most cloying, tantalizing of irritants… “Just tap when you’re about to let loose, k? That way I can get the towel ready,” Adam rubbed his back reassuringly, his other hand almost hovering over the aforementioned cloth. Sure enough, Jake’s slightly damp head lifted a bit, a shaky hand rapping atop the sink counter. Okay, showtime, Adam supposed.

Once he was sure Jake had the towel steady within his grasp, Adam braced himself for what was next to come. The blonde’s back arched once again, but his head and face were still hovering over the towel in preparation. Chancing a glance over a shoulder, Adam felt his cheeks flood with color at Jake’s expression: desperation soaked every single inch of freckled skin, lower lip trembling as his jaw went slack, gulping in breath after behemoth breath. His poor eyes were flooded with tears, the tracks leaking down his own flushed cheeks threatening to be permanent. 

And his poor nose… Christ on a bike, had he ever seen his nostrils flare so massively? 

In all likelihood, yeah. But something about seeing Jake gear up for a sneeze never failed to strike awe into his very being. Sure there was… something else besides awe but, that could wait. For a while. Hopefully. “hHuuhhh… hHHUHHH…” Adam gulped as he saw Jake’s nose quiver intensely, upper lip catching in a tickly snarl. He opened his mouth, thinking that maybe he should urge Jake to go ahead and let it out - but apparently, a verbal allowance was nowhere near necessary. “HUHHHH…!!! HHHRRRRSSCHHHHHH’HIIIIIEEEEEWWW!!!!”

The sound reverberated off the walls of the small space like a bouncy ball, and Adam couldn’t help but wince at how Jake’s large frame nearly tried to snap in half. But he knew there was at least one or - dear God he hoped not - two more in his lover. “hHHAHH–?! IIHHH– HHRRRSSSCHHHH’IIIUUEEE!!! IISSCHHHHUUUEEE!!!”

Ah, yep. Two was a fair bet. Adam felt his own nose twinge in sympathy, speeding up his rubbing across the expanse between Jake’s heaving shoulders. “There ya’ go, baby… get it all out… Christ, might need to reinforce the walls again after that…” He quipped, only once he was sure Jake had indeed finished. The thick, but hopefully relieving emptying of his sinuses into the towel affirmed his suspicions, and he couldn’t help but flash a cheesy half-grin at Jake’s not-so-subtle dead-pan across the damp cloth. “Seriously? SDFK! You’re one to talk, as if we didn’t have to send like… three pies out to the neighbors when you had a cold last month,” Adam felt his cheeks darken at the memory, brushing a thumb against his nose with a shy sniff. “Fair, fair. But we’re talkin’ about you now, big guy. Sure ya’ got all of that shit outta your system?” Jake hummed in thought, scrubbing at his flushed nostrils carefully before exhaling with a nod. “Yeah, think that’s all of it… Geez, we gotta get an actual spice rack, Adam. That thing’s a hazard,” To you at least, Adam mused with a rueful smile. However Jake definitely noticed his musing, and he rose a brow. “Or maybe you’re hoping this’ll happen again…?” If not for the obvious teasing tone, Adam would have likely combusted on the spot. Which was always one of Jake’s favorite fucking pastimes - making Adam blush until he was essentially a walking red crayon.

Asshole… loveable, but still an asshole.

“Tch, no. Absolutely not! What would you’ve done if I hadn’t been here in the first place, huh? Thanks for the assist, Adam! Oh, you’re so welcome, Jake!”

Jake simply rolled his eyes, though there was a fondness within the reaction, only further reinforced when he cupped one of Adam’s overheating cheeks. “My knight in shining armor, I dare say I wouldn’t ever know~ Better?” Adam swallowed past his suddenly tight throat, subtly leaning into the large palm. “... better. Now c’mon, let’s get you outta here before there’s a repeat performance… your highness,”

[brownhairedbookworm]

Anya grins as she makes her way forward, still leading the way for Monika. Technically, Monika may know her way around from years before, but surely a little bit has changed after Sayori moved out. Probably her parents able to move things around without Sayori trying to stop them!

"Well, it'll be just like a muscle as you go, hon. Just try not to do anything stupid until you've got the basics down, hm? And definitely keep the book. It is clearly meant for someone like you, more than someone like me~." Wiggle mom as she ducks her head under a doorframe. Ahh, they still gotta replace some of them, maybe.

"Ahhh, yes. I heard little Natsuki got herself quite the baking empire going there, from Sayori. I'd love to have her over when we have the chance to have her~! I dunno if we'll have a bake-off, per se, but I'd love to see her again. It's been too long~!" Happy clapping as they come into the kitchen.

"Darling, I am not accusing you of not eating enough. I am worrying if she is, hahaha~!" Griiiiiiiiiin.

It's mostly an easy navigation, but it's been so long! Monika happily sticks close to Anya, keeping just behind until they make it to the kitchen. A nice, familiar place with... Well, new hardware in a couple of places, but the shape is still the same.

"Mhm, no kidding. I've definitely got a lot to read, now. And I'll do my best to take it slow." She looks down at her bracelets. Definitely new, and definitely magical, but there's nothing to work them on, just yet. Something about them feels weapon-y.

"Natsuki's bakery is lovely~ She works hard, making sure she only bakes the best. Whether or not you two have a little contest, I know you would enjoy sharing company for a while." Monika smiles, resting her hands behind her back as they get into place.

"She is, she is~ I promise!" Monika grins back.

[na-ta-sh-aa]

AHH!! Bradley arrived and made a memorable entrance.

“He was tall—huge really, and so unfairly handsome. Tanned skin stretched across bulging muscles, caramel brown hair curling at the top of his head. It was his eyes though, that captured your attention. Deep, mesmerizing honey-colored eyes that stared at you intensely, as if trying to make sense of you.”

I was waiting for your description to introduce Bradley's character and as usual it was written perfectly! I smiled the whole time while I was reading, it was like having Bradley in front of my eyes.

“You yelped when Bradley slid one large hand under your knees, the other coming up to rest on your back as he lifted you off the ground. You scrambled to find purchase, finally wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes widening when he turned to look at you, face so close, your noses were practically touching. You tried desperately not to think of the hard curves of muscle you were being held against, willing yourself to think about anything else.”

This part!🫠

Ok but the fact that Bradley immediately became concerned that she was hurt and immediately picked her up to take her to the camp made me melt, it was so sweet!

And I loved the tension between the two, their prolonged gazes, their faces so close and Bradley who, once he arrived at the camp, didn't leave her on the ground for even a moment🥹 And that as soon as Jake tried to get close to Boots Bradley became protective, Ahhh wonderful!! And will the fact that Boots won't be able to walk for a while mean that Bradley will carry her again🥹? aww I can't wait to see these two together again!

Everything is so perfect, I love this with all my heart💞🫧

Stranger Like Me: Chapter Two

Stranger Like Me: Chapter Two

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: From a young age, the animal kingdom had fascinated you, and maybe that's why you chose to pursue that passion. You quickly became a force within the field, becoming the leading expert on ape social structures, which is how you found yourself on an expedition into the African jungles searching for a troop of gorillas. What you weren't expecting, however, was to run into the local wild man on one of your excursions... (Tarzan!AU)

Trigger Warnings: Language, Dead animals, Injury to self, Reader is a bit of an idiot, Baboons, Bradley not understanding boundaries, The boys make fun of Boots. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: He's finally here! What do you guys think?? This blog is 18+ ONLY! As always, reblogs and comments are welcomed and encouraged!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where all of my stories and drabbles are posted! If you would like to be added to the Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw tag list, please click the link below!

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You woke up to the sound of yelling coming from the boys’ tent. You scrambled out of the sheets, barely pulling on a pair of shorts over your underwear before running out of the tent and towards the camp. All three men were standing outside the tent, looking uneasily at each other.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, a little out of breath from your run. “What happened?”

“Well,” Bob started, glancing over at Jake as the blond ran a hand through his hair.

“Wild man left a goddamn fish in my bed,” he snapped, glaring disdainfully into the tent.

“He what?” You questioned, pushing past them to look in through the opening. Sure enough, a large, bloody fish sat atop the usually pristine sheets. You grimaced, backing up to stand with the others. “What kind of fish is that?”

“What?” Jake hollered, looking at you incredulously. “Who gives a shit? There’s a fish in my bed, Boots!”

“Do you think he’s threatening you?” Javy asked thoughtfully, stroking the length of his jaw as he eyed the fish. Jake turned to look at him, a surprised look on his face as if the thought only just crossed his mind. He looked back at the fish with pursed lips.

“Bradley isn’t like that,” Bob assured, placing a gentle hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“There’s a fish in my bed,” Jake gritted out, waving wildly towards the tent. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Quit being such a baby about your gift,” you scowled. Jake began to splutter, face going red as he fought to form a coherent thought. At that same moment Ice and Maverick came walking up from where they had been fixing dinner.

“What’s going on?” Maverick asked, glancing around at your little group. Jake pointed a finger into the tent, taking deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The two older men pushed past you and Javy to peer into the tent, their eyebrows shooting up their foreheads at the sight.

“Huh,” Maverick laughed out. “He must have seen you working with the plants this past week.”

Jake stared at him for a second, blinking slowly as he processed what the brunette just said.

“Pardon?”

“He sees me growing some of the food here,” Maverick explained, gesturing towards the small patch of land he had set aside to grow some vegetables for the camp. “I use fish from the river to help fertilize the crops. He helps me with it sometimes, in fact. He must have thought you’d want some fish to help with your research.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” you sighed. Jake stared at you, an unreadable expression that slowly morphed into one of distraught.

“But,” he murmured, waving uselessly back at the fish, “my bed? Why?”

“Now that is a bit of a mystery, I’ll admit,” Maverick hummed, staring confusedly at the bed. Ice rolled his eyes.

“Is it though?” He muttered, giving you a knowing look. You shifted uncomfortably. Surely he wasn’t implying…

“Boots, we’re going to have to take a raincheck on going down to the waterfall,” Jake sighed, looking at you now.

“What?” You frowned. “No way! It won’t take you that long to clean up! We can just go after!”

“This is going to take me forever to clean up,” he argued, shaking his head. “No, we’ll just go tomorrow or something.”

“Jake, if I have to spend one more day in this godforsaken camp, I’m going to lose my mind,” you scowled. “I’ll just go on ahead and you can meet me when you’re finished. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a terrible idea,” he frowned. “The jungle is dangerous, Boots. God only knows what’s out there waiting to snatch you up.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you snapped, glaring at him. “I’m just as capable as the rest of you. I can take care of myself. Javy, tell him.”

Javy sucked in a breath, eyes darting between the two of you as you waited for him to say something.

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable getting in the middle-”

“Useless,” you hissed, turning back to Jake. “Jake Seresin, I am a capable woman who can take care of herself. I’ve done this plenty of times before when you aren’t here to infantilize me.”

He mulled over your words, glancing at the others before sighing.

“Fine,” he relented, “but don’t go too far, okay? I’ll join you when I’m finished with this. Hopefully, it won’t take me too long.”

You smiled in victory, turning to head back to your tent and get ready. It didn’t take you long, just changing into a fresh set of clothes and filling up your canteen with water before grabbing your backpack. You were just about to leave camp and head towards the falls when Maverick stopped you.

“I packed you some lunch,” he said, handing you an old container. You took it from him, smiling gratefully as you shoved it into your backpack.

“I’m guessing there’s something else you wanted to say to me?” You asked, earning a chuckle.

“Just,” he hesitated, shoving his hands in his pockets as he gazed into the jungle, “be careful. I didn’t want to say anything in front of Jake, but Bob and I spotted a leopard by the river not too long ago. It’s possible it’s moved out of the area, but I wanted to let you know just in case. Just stay vigilant.”

“Yeah, I will,” you smiled, readjusting the strap on your shoulder.

“I’m sure Bradley will be keeping an eye on you too,” he added. “You should be fine.”

“Thanks, Mav,” you nodded, turning and heading into the jungle before you.

The sun shone brightly, some of the rays penetrating through the canopy above. It was strange being out in the wilderness by yourself, the strange new noises keeping you slightly on edge as you continued to trek through the leaves. You took another swig from your canteen, the cool liquid easing the unsettling warmness that surrounded you. You tried in vain to wipe away the sweat accumulating on your forehead, letting out a frustrated sigh and grunt of disgust when you just ended up smearing more sweat onto your face. You shoved the canteen back into your pack, stopping when you heard a chattering sound coming from up above.

You looked skyward, seeing a couple of baboons racing along the trees. You grabbed blindly for your notebook, eager to jot down some notes and sketches of the creatures for Ice and Bob to go over when you returned. You trotted after them, now digging in your bag for a pen as you continued after them. The baboons noticed you, chattering at each other loudly as they took you in. Seeming to taunt you, they waved their arms at you, tilting their heads as if to say “can’t catch me.” You huffed out a chuckle, twisting and turning through the trees as you chased them. You were so caught up in trying to jot down some notes that you didn’t notice the dip in the ground or the tree root that arched out of the dirt beneath you. You fell with a panicked yelp, hitting your head on another one of the large roots, the world going dark around you.

You weren’t sure how long you had been out, probably not too long since the sun still beat down through the canopy. You touched the sore spot on your head, wincing at the slight sting, but sighing with relief when you checked your fingers and found no blood.

The baboons were still shrieking and chattering above you, almost as if they were laughing at your unfortunate predicament, and you cast an errant glare upwards at them. Damn monkeys.

An ache rippled up your leg from your ankle, and you bit your lip as you shuffled back to lean against one of the trees, hoping against all odds that you hadn’t done anything too bad to it.

Your head pounded, a wave of dizziness running through you that was most certainly not helped by the intense humidity and heat of the jungle. You let out a groan as you experimentally moved your ankle, hissing when a jolt of pain ran up your leg. Yeah, definitely sprained. You huffed out a sigh, leaning your head against the trunk of the tree.

The cacophony of noises did little to ease your aching head, and you wished you had waited for Jake to finish cleaning his bed like he had insisted. Now you were stuck out in the jungle, hoping and praying someone would find you before something else did.

You groaned at the thought of what Jake would say if he could see you now. That smarmy look he’d give you as he looked you over. The “I told you so” that would follow. You would never hear the end of it, but a chilling thought ran through you. The guys had to find you before Jake could be his insufferable self, and as far as they knew, you would be down by the waterfall. How far away were you? You scolded yourself for straying away from the trail markers that had been laid out. How was anyone supposed to find you now? You sniffled, biting back the tears that threatened to spill over.

You checked your canteen, grimacing at the sound of the half empty container. Setting it down with a thud you gazed at the canopy above, wiping the sweat from your brow. It could be hours before someone realized you were missing. You hoped sooner.

Another wave of emotion rushed over you, and this time you allowed yourself to let a few tears slip down your cheeks. How could you be so foolish?

The sound of rustling foliage drew your attention across the small clearing, your heart rate picking up at the sound. Your thoughts raced back to what Maverick had told you before you left the camp. Bob and I spotted a leopard by the river not too long ago. Inwardly groaning, you lamented about your situation, hoping that whatever was hiding in the foliage wasn’t a giant cat. You stayed as still as possible, praying for whatever it was to continue on. From the sounds of it, whatever it was, was huge, and it was getting closer.

You gripped your canteen in your hand, ready to throw it at whatever came out of the dense leaves. It wouldn’t do any lasting damage, but perhaps it would daze the creature long enough for you to scramble away and towards help. Surely Jake was done by now? How long had you been out here?

You bit back a shriek as the leaves parted to reveal...a man?

He was tall—huge really, and so unfairly handsome. Tanned skin stretched across bulging muscles, caramel brown hair curling at the top of his head. It was his eyes though, that captured your attention. Deep, mesmerizing honey-colored eyes that stared at you intensely, as if trying to make sense of you.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked, voice tight as he crouched down, inching closer to you with slow moments. "Where did you come from?"

He didn't answer as he crept closer, his movements almost like that of the apes you observed during your travels. His hand reached towards you, his knuckles brushing against the tips of your fingers. You jerked your hand back, regarding him wearily.

"Human?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Me?" You spluttered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Of course I'm a human! What did you think I was?"

His eyes narrowed at you, his lips pressing into a thin line as he seemed to consider you.

"Not like any human I have seen," he spoke, his English seemingly broken. "What kind?"

It took you a second to figure out what he was asking you.

"I'm a woman," you told him, a sense of unease filling you. Was this the man that Ice and Mav had told you about? What was his name again? Bradley, right?

“Seen you at the camp,” he continued, watching you for a moment. “Smell good.”

Your cheeks warmed even further at the comment, and you cleared your throat before shifting where you sat, wincing as the movement jostled your ankle. Bradley glanced down at the swollen appendage, frowning at the redness that seeped to the surface.

“Hurt?” He asked, leaning forward, his face so close to yours. You swallowed thickly, eyes roving over his face and hesitating on his lips. The facial hair that sat atop it wasn’t a bad look on him, quite the contrary actually, and for a second you wondered what it would be like to feel it on the skin of your thighs as he-

You blinked rapidly, trying desperately to clear the depraved thoughts from your head. You chalked it up to the combination of the African heat and the fact you hadn’t been laid in God only knows how long. You cleared your throat and briefly met his gaze before looking away.

“Yes,” you answered him, cursing at the shakiness of your voice. “I think I hurt my ankle when I fell. Do you think you could go back to the camp and tell the others where I am?”

Bradley frowned at you before shaking his head.

“Boots hurt,” he rumbled. “Can’t leave here.”

“Then how do you expect the others to—hey!”

You yelped when Bradley slid one large hand under your knees, the other coming up to rest on your back as he lifted you off the ground. You scrambled to find purchase, finally wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes widening when he turned to look at you, face so close, your noses were practically touching. You tried desperately not to think of the hard curves of muscle you were being held against, willing yourself to think about anything else.

“This is,” you began, swallowing thickly as you stared into his eyes, “this is not the most practical way of doing this.”

He stared at you for a moment, blinking at you in confusion.

“Practical?”

“You know,” you mumbled, tearing your eyes away from him, “the best way to do this.”

He frowned at that, giving you a challenging look as his grip on you tightened. You gasped as he held you closer, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

“Can you walk?”

“What?” You blinked. He chuckled, bringing his face even closer to yours which was not helping you form a coherent sentence.

“Can you walk?” He repeated, the corners of his lips tugging up just a hair. You processed his question, scowling at him once you realized he was messing with you.

“No,” you huffed, meeting his gaze with a glare. He gave you a smirk as he turned and started walking through the jungle.

“You don’t have to be so smug, you know,” you grumbled, relaxing a little when you felt confident that he wouldn’t drop you. He hummed, the smirk still painted on his face as he continued on.

“So you know what smug means, but not practical?” You groused. Bradley spared you a look before turning his attention back to where he was walking.

“Ice calls Maverick smug,” he supplied. You hummed, but didn’t say anything else as the two of you carried on.

“Boots?” Bob asked as you and Bradley appeared from the jungle. He was standing by the fire pit, a confused look on his face as if he couldn’t quite figure out what it was he was looking at. Jake and Javy glanced up at the sound of your name, the blond scrambling to his feet when he saw you in the arms of the wild man.

“What happened?” He asked, crossing the distance to come stand beside you. Bradley let out what could only be described as a growl as he swung you away, fixing Jake with a glare. Jake gaped at him, jaw slack. “What the hell-”

“Bradley?”

All of you turned to see Ice and Maverick walking up from the other side of the camp, looks of concern as they glanced between you and the man whose arms you were still currently in.

“I, uh,” you stammered, glancing around at everyone. “I fell.”

“You fell?” Jake asked accusingly, already eyeing your swollen ankle.

“I was following some baboons,” you admitted, refusing to meet his gaze. You could already feel the accusatory look he was giving you. “I was taking notes, and I tripped over some tree roots. Bradley found me and brought me back here.”

“You were supposed to go straight to the river,” Jake accused.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You strayed off the path, didn’t you?”

“Jake-”

“Dammit, Boots,” he growled, running a hand over his face. “You could have been seriously hurt!”

“Speaking of,” Ice interrupted, moving forward to examine your ankle. “Let’s get you looked at. Bradley, would you mind setting her over here?”

Bradley looked over at the bench that Ice gestured to, pausing for a moment before walking over. He plopped down, situating you on his lap, his arms still wrapped around your middle. You let out an indignant squeak, glaring when both Javy, Jake, and Bob snickered, trying to cover them up with coughs.

“Looks like wild man is already attached,” Javy quipped, earning another glare.

“Why don’t you come over here and say that,” you snapped, feeling the heat on your cheeks grow even warmer. Ice looked like he was struggling not to laugh as he crouched in front of you, and you just barely caught the smirk that Maverick had on his face. You winced as Ice began his examination, biting your lip from the pain. You felt Bradley’s arms tighten around you, and you gripped onto his arm a little tighter to keep from crying out at the red hot spike of pain that shot up from your ankle.

“Looks like you sprained it,” Ice finally announced. You let out a groan, leaning back into Bradley as you rolled your eyes.

“Just my luck,” you grumbled. “How long am I stuck here for?”

“I’d say at least four,” he surmised. “Maybe six if you don’t keep off of it.”

“Looks like wild man will just have to carry her around everywhere,” Javy snickered, Bob and Jake joining in with him.

“Would you be quiet?” You growled. “This is going to be a nightmare!”

“Serves you right,” Jake smirked, that smarmy look you hated already on his face. “You should have waited for me.”

“I hate you,” you mumbled, crossing your arms with a huff. Ice chuckled, moving to stand.

“Bradley, would you mind bringing Boots to the medical tent for me? I should have a bandage for her to wear.”

You scrambled once again as Bradley lifted you, clinging to his shoulders as he began to walk after Ice across the camp. The three boys were barely holding in their laughter as they watched you, breaking out into fits of giggles as you flipped them off.

Bradley was none the wiser as he held you, his hold gentle as he took care to not jostle you too much. You supposed the next couple of weeks wouldn’t be so bad.

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[thebardisabird]

Alright Sunday sinners, take this and reflect on your downbadness (I refuse to change). Thank you to my peeps who fueled this fire! Needless to say - this is nsfw as FUCK. The matsus when they’re completely pussydrunk, under the cut:

Osomatsu likes to talk to you while he has you. Whether that means he’s balls deep inside of you or if he’s got a mouthful of your heat he’s always mumbling things like “That feel good, baby? I know it does, I hear you whining” “Ohhhh shit this pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it?” or his personal favorite “C’mon baby, tell Oso whose pussy this is”. He groans like his life depends on it, expletives flying out of his mouth like a second language, and he is so focused on the soaked schlat schlat sounds of your snatch that his eyes snap shut because if he doesn’t he might literally bust all to quick, he’s that lost in how good you feel. 

Karamatsu is more in his feelings. When he’s curling his tongue within your walls, you feel it in the way he grips your thighs. Even moreso in the way he pushes your knees to your chest and stuffs his face full of your pussy, the incensed need to taste you taking over him and forcing him to hold you still so he can just enjoy you. He can’t get enough, even saying so himself when he parts from your nether lips for a mere second for air before slinking his wet muscle back in for seconds. When he slides home though? He’s extremely vocal: moans, grunts, pants, whines, you name it. He keeps one eye open so he can watch himself disappear inside your wetness, trying desperately not to let his eyes roll into the back of his head in the process. He’s singing the praises of you - the divinity of your body, how lucky of a man he is to reach the precipice of heaven like this, how much his heart sings for you in a way no one else can hear - he very much falls into a lovey dovey serenade when he’s this close to cumming. Catch him on a sentimental day and he may actually cry mid-sex. 

It’s all in the expressions for Choromatsu. His eyes legitimately do roll back, he is so overwhelmed by the feeling of your cunt sucking him the way it does that he’s shaking wherever he’s holding onto you. When he gets like this, you swear you see his pupils take on a heart shaped when you do see them. His mouth open, he’s whining very noisily and his tongue is lolled out, pretty reminiscent of the ahegao if you had to put it to name. If he’s going down on you, his lovesick gaze may accidentally make eye contact with you - those he shuts his eyes quick. While he loves watching you come undone on his tongue, he’s far to shy to ever ask you to look directly at him. Still, that does not stop him from wanting to spend the rest of his day eating you for lunch and dinner. 

Ichimatsu is a gripper. He has to have his claws somewhere on your body, holding you still because there’s no escaping him. Especially when he’s got lips gobbling up your wetness, your thighs are spread as much as possible because he needs and wants it no way else - your pussy is life essence right now and he’s a very greedy man. He’s a growler by far, teeth grit, with an occasional “fuck!” or “shit!” slipping out at all the right times. Every once in a while he likes to bite - leaves marks on your neck, shoulders, or your thighs, a testament to how primal he can get when it comes to down to how bad he wants you. The best part? When he’s close to nutting, he whimpers significantly, and he spews a whole jumbled up string of “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” ‘s before he finishes. 

Jyushimatsu - whew, this boy. Another one where his eyes roll back into his head when he’s fucking you. The only difference is when that happens, he’s taking you down with him. He’s a strong man, so if you’re under him, you’re getting pinned that way. If you’re above him? The grip on your hips becomes bruising. Jyushimatsu is very loud, though his moans and groans are incoherent. The only word you’ve ever been able to decipher was “Unghh, ahhh a-amaziiiiing”. If you managed to have him between your legs, that tongue of his is otherworldly, you feel him everywhere on you. His eyes become dark when they’re drunk off your pussy, and he’s the opposite when he loses himself in you - his voice drops in timbre to this rough, almost wolf-like tone. 

Todomatsu tries his hardest not to let himself slip when he’s tongue-fucking you, but he just finds it so so difficult because your pussy is just so pretty and the noises you make are so cute and he just has to have more of you. Having hearts swirling in his eyes isn’t uncommon for him, he falls victim to his lust when he’s inside you pretty fast. Todomatsu will tends to pay you compliments in the forms of teasing, often saying things like “Oh? Right there?” or “I didn’t hear you, maybe you should make that noise a little louder, hm?” - but it’s when he gets breathless and mewl-y that you know that the way you squeeze around him is sending him into a downward spiral. His hands will massage your thighs, hips and stomach, pressing sobs of “Oh god” and begging “Please please please” into your skin as he rails you because despite him dicking you down - it’s what between your legs that holds allllll the power over him. 

[naffeclipse]

Mer fic has been read and thoroughly enjoyed!! \o/

I simply love how you adapted the world to an underwater environment! From the weapons and the ways of life, to the way the vocabulary shifts in the vigilante’s inner dialogue that reflects how they perceive the world!

Of course, we start off with y/n being very smug about sabotaging Eclipse hehe XD Which thankfully, despite his later arrival, was not in vain since the weapons seem to be now unretrievable. Too bad this deal was important enough that the boss himself arrived to see it through.

And oh. My goodness.

Mer Eclipse does not hold back! However, he does indeed hold, as the vigilante can attest to gflñghfd I mean, tentacles are after all pure muscle. And this guy has no problem showing how strong he is, seeing how he both just outright threw his trident so hard it got stuck into a rock wall, and then effortlessly got it out of it too. (I am very normal about that by the way glfkdgjl) And I have a feeling Main verse Eclipse would be ecstatic to leave as many marks as this one did in one go oof. 

(sidenote: I love that he refers to them as Pearl, because it makes so much sense with their pearly scales! Oh and I love that you kept the black and white color scheme so characteristic of them!)

And ahhh it fits so well that he is an octopus like mer! With how touchy he is, and I’ve said before how he is so imposing and takes space and attention, so this form definitely lets him do that physically at a next level! But I also kept thinking how an octopus can technically fit itself into very tiny spaces! So what if y/n at one point is fleeing from him and gets through a tiny fissure that they are sure Eclipse’s massive figure couldn’t go into, but then surprise! Not only is he squeezing through, he’s doing so with ease and there is a wide sharp grin approaching very fast as he claws at the walls for momentum and y/n can only hope there’s an exit they can find at the other side… 

(But I digress, back to the fic XD)

He seems even more willing to use lethal force against y/n too!It really seemed he was going for a join me or die approach, even if the vigilante was assuring themselves that he wouldn’t. Even I was unsure for a moment there, whew!

And oh, that was so smart how they used their own blood to entice him into listening to them. With how blood stays in the water I can only imagine Eclipse has had more than enough encounters with y/n to grow addicted to the smell of theirs. Freaky but useful to entrance him enough to make him more agreeable. Though I can’t see that working next time with the way he delivered that ultimatum.

And then aaaahh!!! Sun and Moon!

(Oh but before I get to that, I really like the way you handled the conflict of the two sides that were originally humans and animatronics, with the humans being the sunlight mers, and the animatronic being the twilight mers, though that really has me itching to know the backstory for the celestial trio!) 

I laughed at Sun’s exasperation at having a wide open entrance but y/n chooses the cool risky one XD I know they were trying to not get detected, but to Sun it must look like so extra for no reason other than to show off (and you just know he loves it all the same >:3c). And he glows gold!! That’s so fitting and so cute and he really shines like the Sun!! And smart as ever, he does not let the vigilante brush off what happened so easily, and even manages to get them to rest when they obviously wanted to go in and out. But also as fluster-able as ever too with that cheeky bed comment gfkdhgkfdjhg

And oh my gosh, the part that caught my attention the most with Moon was when he was warning y/n about getting involved (more than they are) with Eclipse and y/n responded that “he can’t hold me”, while guiding Moon to hold them. And ahhh that means so much, because it’s a silent way of telling him “you can, though.” Him and Sun, because Sun was also asked to stay when they were lying down for rest and aaaaahhh that has my heart melting into a puddle. But also Moon’s defeated “you are going to leave” had me clutching my chest a bit. I know he probably knew that the moment he went for the snapper they would be gone but aaagh you can just hear the yearning and so many things unsaid in that statement.

As a final note, I adored how you incorporated the similarities between the three brothers! The fact that Sun shares the same venomous spikes that Eclipse does (and yet they do not worry y/n as Eclipse’s do), and that Moon has a crown of tentacles he hides, that Eclipse also has (and I wonder if he hides them specifically to not make their familiarity obvious, since spikes might be common among the mer, but maybe tentacles surrounding the head is a bit more specific?), and not to mention the photophores that are in a similar pattern to Eclipse! Since they are organic in this Au, this means they very well can be birth brothers, with Eclipse inheriting both the traits of which Sun and Moon got only one each. But since he has the octopus theme and Sun and Moon have tails, I wonder if in this one he also did adopt them at first and they are just similar species and the photophores sync with those they have chosen as family? Hmmmm, this au has me thinking so many possibilities about how they grew up!

…And god dang it now I have the image of a baby octopus mer Eclipse and then an older but still young one being responsible for baby mer Sun and Moon and why does my brain give me cute when I just read this man do what he did XD

Anyways, I loved reading SJ mermaid style, Naff! Amazing work as always! <3

Ahhh, Chaotik! I'm so happy you enjoyed it, babe! ♥

Thank you! I love writing about a mer Y/N, especially with the vigilante, and it was so fun to figure out the little tidbits in the ocean.

Ah, yes, unfortunately for the vigilante, twilight mers have great strength. I didn't work this line into the fic, but Y/N would never dare try to throw their trident for the fearing of not having it in their hands and that they don't have the strength to throw an object like that through the water at a strong enough speed. Eclipse, however, can.

EEE thank you! I wanted to keep the vigilante's essence as much as possible hehe

Oh gosh, with Eclipse squeezing into a narrow space because of flexibility, your comment made me think of this meme:

Eclipse was a bit upset when he found out what the vigilante had done, to say the least. He wanted to make it known how he felt. You're right to be concerned about the same trick not having the same effect next time around ;-;

Ahhh, I'm really glad the human/animatronic conflict translated well to the sunlight/twilight mers! I had to think about how to go about it to keep the prejudice against the boys and figured that would do the trick.

Sun and Moon are doing their best, and oh, how they endure their sweet little vigilante! I'm glad Sun's light hit well and Moon's little comments had an impact, ahhh!

Okay, I'm so glad you're curious about the boys' backstory and talked about their physical similarities because I've been itching to talk about it! I'm going to tuck it under the read more as I warn that it involves Death and Sickness.

The boys' mother is Comet and the boys' father is Quasar.

Comet is an octo twilight zone mer. She has deep purple and dark blue flesh and yellow suckers. She also has heterochromia eyes, one of red and one of blue, and black sclera. She has tentacles on the back of her skull and her face has a crescent marking.

Quasar is a fish twilight mer. He has pale yellow and silver flesh, broad fins adorning his long tail with a crescent-shaped tail fin, golden scales with scarlet patches like stars, venomous spikes crowning his head, and yellow irises and pale sclera for his eyes.

The twilight zone is a dangerous place, even for the mers that inhabit it. Predators, wicked mers, and the darkness prove lethal to even the most skilled and adapted.

Comet and Quasar loved Eclipse, and he was so clingy as a babe. He had the rare inheritance of both of their head features. Eclipse doesn't remember this time except for the vague care and tenderness that permeates dreams. It was happy.

Quasar was killed by a gang of twilight zone mers before Sun and Moon hatched. Comet did everything to take care of her children alone, at times going hungry but ensuring her little ones had full bellies.

Comet taught Eclipse to always take care of his little brothers. She made certain that he knew that he and Sun's venomous spikes could never hurt anyone they were related to by blood. She also showed Eclipse how to tuck away his head tentacles and that one day, they'll show Moon how to do the same as well.

Eclipse always had a deep connection to his baby brothers, gazing at them in his mother's arms as she cooed and sang lullabies. Eclipse missed his father terribly, but his mother's expectations made it clear that they would make it, they would survive.

A few years later, Comet became deathly sick while they were still young. She instructed Eclipse to go to the Reef to ask for aid. He took his still baby but not-so-small brothers with him. When they ventured to the edge of the corals, they were met with scorn and chased off before he ever had a chance to beg for medicine for his mother.

When he returned, she was laying still, cold, the current tugging on her weightless body.

Eclipse took care of his brothers, finding food and shelter, keeping them safe from dangerous mers and hungry predators alike. His hatred for the Reef and the sunlight zone mers festered, and Sun and Moon longed to escape the darkness, and at last, things changed. The twilight zones could live among the sunlight zone mers.

Eclipse couldn't stand it. Sun and Moon tried to convince Eclipse to leave the darkness behind and stay with them, but he wouldn't.

Tragic backstory aside, baby octopus mer Eclipse is very cute, and oh, he did take care of his younger brothers. Though they have different body types, that never separated them. It was Eclipse's choices later in life that tore the family apart, but they all survived. Eclipse made sure of that.

[stormflypirateskin]

hiii! i’ve been reading your lasts works and they’re so lovely i wanted to request something (‘: would you mind doing overworked 707 falling asleep on readers’s arms? thank youu ♡

Overworked Saeyoung Falling Asleep On Reader's Arms!

Ahhh, a request!! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like this! I had fun making it! Tell me if there was something you didn't like and I can rewrite it.^^

I'm still a bit sick currently but I have the energy to start writing again~

You knew that Saeyoung wasn't exactly the type that rests, especially when he is overworking himself.

He had gotten a new job on Jumin's company, mostly the security or other work which some of them he worked at home.

Thankfully he tended to finish his work quite fast so he was always by your side through the rest of the day. But this was the first time he had a big task and was overworking himself in his room!

You tried constantly to get him to take breaks and even bringing him food and water so he doesn't collapse right there and he would only give you a smile and tell you that he would finish soon.

Not really liking that, you wanted to try once again, last time you saw him, he was already looking like he hasn't taken a break in months now. It made you feel sad that he wasn't taking care of himself.

A sigh left your lips as you went inside the room and found him hunched over at his desk. Slowly, you made your way towards him and rested your hand on his shoulder, which made him jump slightly before relaxing as he saw you.

"Ahh, Y/N! What brings my special angel here~?" It was cute how he was attempting to flirt but you could see how tired he was close enough. Even though he was exhausted, he still made your heart skip a beat.

"You. You need to take a break, Saeyoung." You said immediately, your soft eyes were enough to get his heart racing and his face blushing. "I know you have a lot of work but seeing you so overworked worries me." You had grabbed one of his hands as spoke.

He let out a soft exhale as he looked down, quite embarrassed. You were right, if he continued on with how he was currently, he won't be able to get off his chair from exhaustion.

"Please? Even for a while?" Your pleading eyes made his face the same color as his hair. "G-Gahh..!! T-Too cute.. alright alright!! I surrender..!! I can't resist you.. haha.." He let out a shaky laugh as he let himself get dragged out of his chair by you.

The redhead didn't even realize himself how bad his back had gotten, he couldn't help but stretch, eyes widening a bit as he realized how much time had passed. Focusing back on you, he felt warm as you laid down on the bed and gestured to him to lay down as well.

Saeyoung slowly climbed over you before lowering himself and laying fully on top of you, trying his best not to hurt you or anything. Thanks to how soft and warm you were, he was able to relax his muscles some more. Taking off his glasses before his head was exactly over where he hears your heartbeat, making him blush some more.

"You're so waaaaaarmmm.. and cuteeee.. and pretttttyyyyyy.." He smiled as he nuzzled his head on you, smiling wider now that you are so close to him. Just being here with him is enough to make him feel so soft and warm and so comfortable like this.

His muscles were starting to rest and Saeyoung completely melted when you reached out and gently rubbed his shoulders, making him let out a sigh of relief as he literally started to purr like a real cat.

"You are so good at.. this.." He closed his eyes slowly as he let you do your magic. His purring slowing down as you felt his breathing and him staying still. He felt like he was on cloud nine as he rested in your arms. You are the only one who makes him feel so nice, so warm.

It wasn't long before you heard a soft snore coming from him and you melted right there completely. He had fallen asleep! On you! He really deserved the rest after all the work he did and you couldn't be happier than seeing him get the rest he needs.

He also looks so cute while he sleeps. You reached a hand out to stroke his curly hair gently, not wanting to wake him up. It made you grin happily as he nuzzled more into you.

You loved this man so much and you knew that he loved you back, too. It was cute how you made each other feel like this and you two couldn't be happier.