#as you might have noticed i have gotten a bit tired of drawing faces...

[thelien-art]

Mermaid Gil-galad 👀???? Please??

I decided on Koi as I HC Ereinion to have vitiligo, as some of you might have noticed from how I draw him, and that kinda matched with a Koi🙃

Fun fact Koi´s are "affectionate" animals and will give "fish kisses" when swimming with them and like the Greenland Arctic Shark their age can be seen in the rings around their outer scales: one ring for every two years.

[crackedpumpkin]

Hiiii!!! How are you?? I was wondering if you could write a Hiro hamada x fem!reader who’s a kinda famous teen actress?? (Also with tadashi still alive if you don’t mind…In my brain he didn’t die in the movie 🥲)

Hello hello!! I'm doing okay, thanks for asking! Just a bit dead tired from work. I adored writing this, and that rizzed up line hit me outta nowhere i swear i might just be boyfriend material in the wrong vessel bro.

Warnings: Aged Up! Characters, lil Tadashi appearance cause mans not dead in my eyes.

|| ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ || ʜɪʀᴏ ʜᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

You enter the cafe, glancing at the display case filled with pastries and doughnuts. Your mouth waters, your stomach rumbling hungrily. You notice the small chatter around you and become self-conscious. 

In retrospect, someone wearing a broad-brimmed hat and sunglasses with a mask covering the bottom half of their face is bound to draw some looks here and there.

But today’s your day off from work, and you intend to enjoy it fully without being mobbed by the paparazzi. You had decided in the morning to wander around San Fransokyo, maybe even catch a glimpse of the superheroes everyone’s been talking about, when you decided to stop at a cafe for lunch.

You join the short queue of customers, trying to decide what to get as you scan the menu. The big breakfast looks incredibly appealing, and the photo beside its name almost makes you drool. You could really use some coffee to energize yourself as well.

You’re finally in front of the cashier, having waited patiently for the person in front to count their change before they leave. The cute boy in front of you looks to be around your age, and the way he runs a hand through his fluffy hair makes you smile. 

“What can I get you?” He pauses when he looks up at you, slightly caught off guard by your getup. You clear your throat, fighting back the embarrassed flush that blooms on your cheeks. 

“Hi, could I get a large latte and a big breakfast combo?” You request, though your voice is slightly muffled through the mask. 

“Yeah, sure. How would you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled, please.”

“Your total will be eleven dollars and thirty cents.” He tells you. Your wallet is already pulled out, but in your haste to grab the money, your sunglasses slide off your face with a clatter on the counter. 

You freeze, a twenty dollar bill in your hand as he picks it up for you. You take it back from him with a thankful nod, accidentally making eye contact before quickly sliding them back on. 

Your breath hitches in that second, scared that he had recognized you and would call the paps to spread the news that you’re here. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. He probably hadn’t gotten a good look at you, considering that your hat might’ve blocked most of his view.

“Where do I collect the food?” You ask, picking up the change.

“It’s okay. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Oh, do you do that for all the customers here?” You’re surprised, though it’s very nice of them to do so.

“Only the pretty ones.” He smirks slightly with a shrug as he waits for the small printer to spit out the receipt.

Your lips part, trying to find a response after his words render you speechless.

“And I don’t usually give discounts either.” He adds with a small smile, handing you back your receipt. You take it with a shy smile and bashful nod, scurrying to an empty seat next to the window. 

You pull out your phone, already buzzing with messages from your manager telling you to return quickly for a new reading of a script that’s been offered to you. You sigh, not opening any of them before pulling out a book and headphones. You connect the wireless headphones to your phone, slumping back in your secluded corner and pressing play on the music.

You open the book, starting off from the page that you left off. It’s your favourite book, smiling fondly at the dog-eared pages your thumb brushes against. You read for a while, removing your hat and sunglasses and placing them beside you for better lighting. 

You’re interrupted when the smell of coffee hits you, looking up to see the cute cashier that had flirted with you earlier. Your eyes immediately widen, heat blooming on your cheeks as he looks down at you with a grin, placing your coffee and plate of food on your table. 

You try to help him arrange the things on your table, your hands brushing against his when you reach for the salt shaker at the same time. He chuckles nervously, and you also spot a faint red on his cheeks when he averts his eyes with a shy smile. 

“Thanks,” You manage to say, your lips suddenly dry when your gaze meets his.

“No problem, hope you enjoy. I’d love to hear what you think of the Lucky Cat Cafe’s food.”

You nod, filing away the name for any future visits. He leaves with another quick glance over his shoulder, and you tear your eyes away from his retreating figure. You start to eat, glancing up every now and then to see him interacting with other customers. 

When a group of people enter the shop, he greets them with a warm smile, making your stomach flip as you clear your throat, looking away. Your eyes unintentionally settle on his figure again, only to inhale sharply when you notice he’s also looking at you.

Your gaze drops down to your food, feeling hot as the blush creeps up your neck to your cheeks. You’re an actress, for goodness sake, you scold yourself, so act!

You focus on your food, but hushed whispers attract your attention. You look back up, noticing that his group of friends are watching you with wide eyes as recognition fills their eyes. You stiffen, trying to finish your food more quickly. 

You hear the whispers die down, glancing up again curiously to see him frowning and saying a few words to his friends with his hand on his hip, and they glance back apologetically with bashful nods. You quickly nod back with a flustered wave when he smiles at you again.

Once you finish your food, you leisurely sip your coffee, watching the cute guy occasionally. He seems to do the same, sneaking small glances here and there. He’d be talking to a customer, only for his eyes to wander over to where you’re sitting.

You’d know; you caught him doing it a few times.

He finally settles one more customer before walking over and taking your empty plate. “So? How’s the food?” He asks, his friends having wandered upstairs to hang out with someone that looks like his brother, the older one giving him a noogie you chuckled at.

“It’s delicious. And,” You hesitate, “Thank you.” 

It’s genuine, and you’re sure he can sense what you’re referring to when his eyes flicker over to you with a hint of surprise before his lips curve upwards into an attractive grin.

“Anything for a cute girl like yourself.”

[wanderersbell]

a birthday wish

traveling companion!wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 3211

a/n: it's finally his birthday aaaa i love him sm (real). scaranation we gotta come together and make sure he gets everything he could ever want and more!! .:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*) enjoy!

something has changed.

over time, the wanderer has gotten used to the unusual things you do. it’s typically no cause for concern when you do strange things here and there, but this time it’s different. he can’t figure out why, but you’ve been giving him these quick thoughtful glances all week that are starting to get on his nerves. 

“if you’re going to look so shamelessly,” he had said in a bored voice a few days into this new habit of yours when he caught you in the act and you averted your gaze. “you may as well just keep staring since you’re not very subtle about it to begin with.”

you had given him an unimpressed glower in response and then closed your eyes as if to prove a point, but he still caught you looking again less than an hour after that, searching his face like you might find an answer there. an answer to what? he doesn’t know - and he’s not too sure he’s ready to find out either. maybe it would be better not to know.

the heavy weight of your gaze became such a common occurrence that he noticed right away when you stopped doing it. as much as he wanted to deny it, it bothered him that you’d suddenly lost interest in whatever it was that kept drawing your attention before. did you get tired of looking at him? did you finally find whatever it was that you were looking for? do you no longer find him interesting? are you going to leave?

he refuses to voice these thoughts, unwilling to acknowledge that he might be a bit clingy despite himself and has resorted to simply trying to bring your gaze back to him in any way possible. 

however, if you’ve noticed how much more effort he’s put into fighting enemies and carrying out the small menial tasks for you that he usually complains about, you stay silent about it and carry on as per usual, eyes never staying on him for longer than a few seconds at a time. 

then finally, on a day that he expects to be as normal as the rest, you stomp over to his side and drop a wicker basket down on the table in front of him with a thud. “we’re going on a picnic.” you state cheerily.

he feels his heart jump into his throat for a split second before he realizes, no, there’s no way you would know. he hasn’t mentioned it once. for you to somehow have figured out today is his birthday is impossible, so surely this is just one of your spontaneous ideas that you like to spring on him without warning. the fact that he allowed himself to think like that, even for the quickest moment, has him curling his hands into fists under the table. he doesn’t deserve anything from you, especially not on a day like this.

“do i even have a say in the matter?” he grumbles, already pushing himself up from his seat. the wanderer moves to reach for the handle of the basket with the intent of opening the lid and finding out what's inside, but you react faster than him and swipe it right out from under his prying hands.

he raises a suspicious brow at the basket that’s now hidden behind your back. “what did you pack? it’s not a bunch of sweets, is it?”

a knowing smile finds its way to your lips that makes his blood run cold and burn hot through his veins at the same time. “you’ll see when we get there.” 

“and where might that be?” the wanderer asks impatiently while crossing his arms over his chest. “oh wait, let me guess,” he follows up sarcastically, trying to ignore the fond look of exasperation on your face. “i’ll find out when we get there?”

you make a small affirmative sound through your soft giggles and start leading him in the direction of this mysterious destination. he follows you without resistance and makes sure to walk at the same speed as you so he remains directly at your left side. 

it’s nearing late afternoon as the two of you weave down winding paths that lead to varying parts of the rain forest, and the warm light that blankets everything in its reach paired with your presence next to him brings him the same happy contented feeling that being near you always draws out of him. 

it’s a feeling he still struggles to accept, to convince himself he can allow himself to have. the burden of the things he’s done in a past life of his and the instinct to shut out anything that threatens to break through his resolve always make themselves known at the worst times; hanging thickly in the air and trailing slowly behind him like they’re waiting for him to turn around and fall back into his old beliefs. 

but when he looks over to see you walking closer to him than necessary but still making sure to give him his personal space, clearly wanting to be near him but still respecting his boundaries all the same, the wanderer finds that it has become much easier to ignore the part of himself that still craves self destruction. 

the wicker basket swings back and forth in your hand and your eyes are fixed on your feet as you walk, trying to mirror your traveling companions’ pace step by step. a small determined smile rests at your lips while you try not to mess up the timing of each movement. 

eventually, the path you’re on splits and tapers off into a smaller trail that you both merge on to. a bit farther ahead where the trees give way to a clearing, a lush green field that sits on a small hill comes into view. the grass is strewn with wildflowers of all sorts, dancing gently in the wind that sweeps through the delicate blades. 

he comes to a halt next to you when you stop abruptly at the bottom of the hill. “we’re here,” you announce proudly, squinting a bit against the sun. “it’s nice, right?”

the wanderer hums indifferently, secretly admiring the vast stretch of greenery that glows golden under the setting sun while you dig a small blanket out of the basket and unfold it to sit on. he joins you a bit too eagerly, kneeling to lower himself down on his knees right across from you on the fabric. 

it’s almost unfair how enchanting you look against the backdrop of vibrant flowers with the orange sun framing you from behind like a halo, and he can’t help but be grateful that he doesn’t have to breathe in the first place because he surely would’ve passed out from a lack of oxygen by now with how often you take his breath away. 

far too distracted by these thoughts, he fails to realize how long he’s been admiring you until you suddenly speak up. 

“now who’s the one with the staring problem?” you tease with amusement evident in your voice. he doesn’t miss the sly glance you give him and scoffs to cover up his embarrassment. 

“i wasn’t staring,” he starts to refute, but quickly forgets to finish his sentence when he sees the things you finally start unpacking from the picnic basket one by one. four perfectly made cat shaped onigiri lined up on a rectangular platter are placed in the middle of the blanket, followed by two servings of cold soba noodles in hand painted porcelain bowls and a small roll of bird egg sushi. 

a very rare positive moment of nostalgia and longing for his home region swirls through his chest at the sight of dishes that he’s sure he hasn’t had in at least two hundred years. “it’s…” the wanderer trails off, unable to stop the frown that weighs down his eyebrows. 

“traditional inazuman dishes!” you finish for him, unaware of the confusion brewing up a storm in his head. it’s blatantly obvious you did all of this with him in mind, but he just can’t figure out why. he knows for absolute certainty that he has never mentioned the date of his creation, but what kind of coincidence is this? if he didn’t know any better, especially with all of the staring you had been doing recently, he’d probably assume you’re a mind reader, but he knows that isn’t possible so what on earth-

“do you… like it?” you ask quietly, sounding almost unsure. the wanderer realizes with a start that he’s been sitting here scowling at the food for the last few moments and the proud expression on your face had at some point morphed into one of nervousness. he internally chastises himself before nodding in response to your question. 

“it looks nice,” he says honestly, picking up one of the feline shaped onigiri and inspecting the carefully molded rice that resembles two pointed ears. the seaweed wrapping is cut into small shapes to form whiskers and eyes and a smiling mouth. 

he’s reluctant to admit it but they’re… cute. adorable, even. it’s safe to say in all the time he’s been around he has yet to see such innocently crafted rice balls, and he isn’t even aware of the small grin on his face as he looks at it against his palm. 

“you made all of this?” the wanderer asks despite already knowing the answer. he reveres in the way you shrug proudly and nod at his question, eyes sparkling excitedly as you hand him a pair of chopsticks from the basket. 

“mhm!” you confirm while carefully lifting a piece of sushi from the platter. “i found some recipes in an old cookbook and wanted to see if i could do it. try it!”

at your insistence, he finally takes a bite of the onigiri and hums appreciatively at the tuna filling in the center when he chews. the portions are perfect, the rice to filling ratio was obviously measured carefully, and the mental image of you in the kitchen putting so much care into these dishes makes his chest swell with so much fondness that the wanderer has to start digging into the other items to keep his cool. 

everything you made is delicious. there is certainly room for improvement, but to say the wanderer is impressed is nearly an understatement. he’s sure there’s no way you got it this perfect on the first try so there must have been multiple failed attempts before this, and plenty of trial and error. it doesn’t take long to finish everything between the two of you, and thinking about how much effort you put into this food from his place of origin on this conveniently timed picnic in a field surrounded by his favorite flowers has him seconds away from giving in and asking if you somehow knew, but he doesn’t get the chance when you reach into the basket and present two empty glass jars. 

he quirks a questioning brow and at the same time takes notice of the fact that the sun has already descended into the horizon and the sky has taken on a cool blue and orange ombré that draws out tiny flickering fireflies with every passing minute. they look like miniature floating stars against the darkening field of wildflowers, and when he looks back at you he can see them reflecting off of your eyes in an enchanting light show that carries with it a million unspoken words. 

“well,” you say while handing him one of the jars. “lets catch some fireflies, shall we?”

he takes it from you and stands up to entertain your plan, but still grumbles out a, “this is so childish.” just loud enough for you to hear. the melodic ring of your laughter fills the cool dusk air with an ever so comforting familiarity. 

amidst the dimming and glowing sea of lightning bugs, the wanderer watches in awe as you gleefully uncap your jar and start trying to usher them inside. he can’t take his eyes off of you as you skip after them, as graceful and carefree as a leaf fluttering in the wind. 

pretty, he thinks to himself amidst the field of flowers. though he had expected nothing from today, this turn of events is undeniably better than he’d like to admit. 

while he wasn’t looking, a single firefly had found its way into the jar in his hand and rested lazily at the bottom, almost as if it was tired from flying. like living up to its own purpose had taken everything out of it, and in a last attempt to be useful it let itself settle into the hands of the enemy. he watches the firefly glow weakly with a complicated expression, finding himself feeling strangely empathetic for the pitiful thing.  

unbeknownst to him, you had managed to catch a handful of fireflies in your own jar where they flew around leisurely and bumped into the sides of the glass every now and then. you return to his side without saying a word and uncap your jar, tilting it over the opening of his and letting one of the fireflies in your jar find its way into his before securing the lids on both of them. 

the firefly you had given him immediately makes its way to the bottom of the jar where the other one sits idly, and within seconds the once pitiful lightning bug starts flapping its wings and joins the second one in a speckled yellow dance near the top. when he looks over at you, you’re already staring at him, and the depth of the emotion swirling around in your e/c eyes sends a spark of muffled electricity down his spine. 

“make a wish,” you whisper towards him through the approaching dark. the wanderer quirks a brow at this, trying to figure out what wishes have to do with fireflies. 

“a wish? why?”

“just do it.” you reiterate, gesturing to his hand holding the cool glass. the wanderer huffs and glances down at the jar in his hands where the two fireflies hover around each other and then looks back up to you, watching with eagerness written clear all over your face.

wishes are such arbitrary things, nothing more than useless sentiment that sets someone up for disappointment when it doesn’t come true, but it’s hard not to indulge you when you’re practically vibrating with anticipation in front of him.

“you first.” he demands, leaving no room for negotiation. 

“fine,” you relent and groan lightheartedly. a soft yellow glow illuminates your face as you lift the jar to rest against your forehead and close your eyes. when you open them again, you lower it and meet his gaze steadily.

“my wish is to spend many more birthdays with you.” you announce with a sincere smile. “happy birthday, wanderer.”

all he can do is stare in mild shock for a few moments, and when your words fully register the wanderer’s eyes widen almost comically. “wait- how did you-“

your own eyes squint shut with a delighted giggle. “a little birdie told me this very important day was coming up soon,” you explain slyly, clearly pleased that he hadn’t figured it out yet. “so i wanted to do something for you.”

though your words are vague, he catches on almost immediately and fights the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose at the realization. 

lesser lord kusanali, he sighs inwardly. i should’ve known.

“you shouldn’t have done all of this for me,” the wanderer mutters, trying his best to keep his voice even. he’s annoyingly touched by everything and swallows back a lump in his throat as tears threaten to prick his eyes. through the countless decades of birthdays that have passed by him without notice, nobody would have even considered doing stuff like this for him, not even if they knew.

you’re so kind to him, always including him and going out of your way to do things for him even though he’s the last person in teyvat to deserve such a thing. it stirs the part of him that wants to claw its way out and reject this, to roar with rage at how ridiculous it is to waste your time on somebody like him. but all he can do is stare at you in wonder, burning under the warmth of your attention. 

“well i wanted to, so i did.” you shrug unapologetically. “if you hadn’t been created today all that time ago we never would’ve met, so of course it should be celebrated.”

he’s beyond grateful for the low light right now because he knows you can’t see the deep flush on his cheeks at how boldly you’re able to say these things. the confirmation that everything today - and all of the staring and planning leading up to it - was indeed all for him, has him at a momentary loss for words.  

“you mean you really…”

“i want to stay by your side.” there’s so much honesty and confidence behind your statement that his jaw opens and closes like a fish a few times before he can decide on how to respond. 

“how foolish,” he says sharply but a bit shakily. “what if you regret it?”

“and what if i don’t?” you counter without missing a beat. “the future is whatever it will be, and right now i’m choosing this.”

you’re right, and he knows it. he knows firsthand that there is no changing the path of fate, that the wisest thing one can do is to live in the moment and go wherever life takes them. he swore he would never care for another being, would never again play the part of a human or allow himself to feel as one - but when you stare right through his eyes and into his soul like this, he can’t ignore the way he yearns to live a life that allows him to be with you every day. 

with that said, you turn on your heel and skip back out to the middle of the field again, emptying your jar with a gleeful laugh. the glittering bugs in the air look like moving constellations around you. you, the burning sun at the center of a universe that sustains the cold, lonely planet that once orbited alone in the dark for so long.

“c’mon!” you call out to him cheerfully. “if you can’t catch more than me you’ll have to make two wishes!”

gazing down meaningfully at the two lightning bugs flying together in his jar, the wanderer makes his first one into the night under his breath, so quietly that not even the moon would be able to overhear. it’s plain and not at all what he expects to say, but it escapes his lips in a soft admission of the truth.

“if your wish is to stay by my side, then my wish is only you.”

the wanderer opens the jar and watches them flutter away, with the little buzzing stars reflecting in his eyes and the sound of your laughter gracing his ears. 

maybe over time he would learn to enjoy his birthdays, as long as he gets to have them with you.

[hvphvw]

January and February dump

This is my most recent work of Lloyd, and my most recent work in general. I made this in the computer room at school with a painful high-sensitive mouse. We have these special course thing in our junior high, so every tuesday after class, I get to be in the computer room. For six hours... (My course is Visual Graphics Design. I'm kinda regretting it now since I've been thinking of becoming an architect... I can't change my course now since it's too late. Which is stupid.)

I'll try to draw more there! I really like drawing with a mouse cause I like the challenge. And since I'm not accustomed to a high-sensitive mouse, it'll be a bigger challenge for me!

I made these two in traditional then polished them digitally since I straight up just used a pen. I rarely use a pencil nowadays so I can learn to fix mistakes without erasing it. Usually it ends up looking like chicken scratch but I'm getting better.

My Harumi one is so bad lol.. When I was making it, my classmates around me were messing around and moving the chairs in the process, making me have to draw strokes with shaky lines. It's not that noticeable though since I made the lines thicker.

I was planning to make something for Rebooted's anniversary but I got busy... (And lazy) The PIXAL one was inspired by an animatic I saw.

If you compare the previous Arin portrait, yes, they don't look the same. I'm trying to find a look for Arin, as I do with every character, that I'll be satisfied with.

By the way, I'm kind of basing Arin's hair with my classmate's hair. Which is funny because my other classmates compared this artwork to my classmate, who looked nothing like Arin but have similar hair, commenting they're the same. (I'm not mad because I actually find this a bit humorous)

I was trying to make an animatic and this was going to be the sketch. But then again, I got busy and lazy. (Mostly lazy)

I accidentally changed their facial features a bit by accident on the second page because I forgot to reference the first page. It was tiring flipping pages every 5 seconds, ok! Also, I drew it after 2 days when I drew the first page, and I didn't have a design I liked for them yet. (...I just noticed Jay has different eye colors in both pages...)

I think I'm sticking to these looks for Lloyd. I'll try to make it accurate to this. (I think I did great with the first image of this post. Though, I made him too round for my liking.)

Discard the growing beard post redesign Lloyd has. That beard thing was supposed to be where his chin was until I realized it was too small. And it's still too small.

Child Lloyd is so cute! The eyeshadow wasn't intentional at first, but then it got me thinking, what if Lloyd had an emo phase? And now emo child Lloyd is my headcanon.

Pre redesign Lloyd kind of reminds me of TommyInnit, and I find it quite funny. Maybe it's the facial gesture, I know a lot of TommyInnit fanarts with that silly face.

For Dragons Rising Lloyd however, I want him to have long hair with his post redesign face. I'll try to make full body designs of the 4 Lloyds.

You guys probably don't care, and this is the first time you've seen me because I don't have an exact artstyle and I dont post as much, but I'm going to put descriptions now since this blog is going to be a silly little art dump! And blog posts are supposed to be descriptive. Which I should've done in the beginning and explained my works..

Anyhow

If you liked my art, thank you!

If you saw me before and told me I did well, thank you and I'm sorry!! I know my previous posts have gotten comments and I'm sorry I didn't respond.. I'm not trying to be ungrateful, I just don't know how to express my appreciation for your positive feedback! Or just reply in general... I get nervous even when I'm wearing my mask..

Please don't hate me, I'm just really anxious to show my work to people I don't know to the point where I might think people disliked my artwork when it's the opposite..

(I'll probably copy paste this in future posts now lol. But I AM thankful that some of you guys think my works are great!)

[silverofthunder]

☆ the one i desire ☆

Papa Emeritus II (Secondo) x GN Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

summary: Now you just wanted to enjoy the moment of quiet in the embrace of a man that had stolen your heart.

content: 2.1k words, smut, romance (kinda), jealousy

Surprise! My first proper smut fic. A part of me can't believe that I actually wrote this but here this is... I don't usually write smut (as you've probably noticed) but sometimes it's good to step out of your comfort zone and challenge yourself. Not the easiest one to write but I had fun while writing this so that's good. Hope you enjoy!

”You are jealous, I can see it.”

You walked to the space of the club, where the staff had their own lounges. There was also a private room that staff could use with permission. Now you were heading to meet Secondo as he had requested your presence. It was already pretty late and it had been a long week but you hadn’t declined the request.

A few of staff members that you encountered on the way, gave you a smile and a nod and you responded the same to them. As you finally turned left on the last corner, you saw someone exiting from the private room, with a smug look on their face.

Something turned unpleasantly inside you but you did your best at smiling polititely to them as they passed you. You didn't know what had happened in the room but you had a thought that made your heart sting a bit, stomach feeling unsettling.

You entered the room without a knock, the door closing with a bit more louder sound as you might have put more force on shutting it. A crooked smile rose to Secondo's lips as he saw you and you felt the knot within you loosening. That man had unusually calming effect on you.

Secondo stood up, walking to you, gaze taking in your appearance. You probably looked tired as hell but it didn't matter now. His hand came to rest under your chin and the look in his eyes was slightly concerned.

"You alright?" he asked, soflty.

You nodded, smiling a little.

"Yes, just tired."

Secondo let out a hum, squeezing your chin lightly before dropping his hand to his side. There was a moment of silence and you couldn't resist to ask about the person who had been here a moment ago.

"I saw someone exiting here... Who were they?"

Another of Secondo's brows shot up.

"Does it matter who they were?"

You shifted, lowering your gaze to the floor.

"They just looked... Smug or pleased. I thought..." you trailed off. Secondo's hand grabbed your chin again, this time making you look at him.

"You thought what?"

He looked at you curious, though the tone of his voice indicated that you had to answer. You breathed in slowly, trying to calm the small storm within you.

"I thought that they had... gotten something," you said, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. The look in Secondo's eyes hardened slightly, his hold of you chin tightening.

"Gotten something?" Secondo repeated.

"Yeah, you know, some..." you paused for a moment, finally voicing your thoughts, "sexual favors."

There was a moment of silence and then Secondo let out a little laugh, the one that came deep from the chest.

"And why do you think so?"

You shrugged, not really knowing. You only had a feeling and the face of the person... It had been just so... Maybe it had been just your tired mind playing tricks.

Secondo's eyes studied you closely, trying to find the answers.

"What if that was true?" Secondo asked, now running his thumb over your lips. You stiffened, your breath hitching, strings pulling at your heart at the thought of someone touching Secondo...

And then Secondo was grinning, his hand traveling to your neck, fingers slowly creeping under the collar of your shirt.

"Are you jealous?" he asked, leaning closer and now you could feel his breath on your face. You swallowed, your heart picking up the rate, a wave of warmth coursing through your body. Then Secondo’s hand wrapped around your throat, not adding any pressure, just resting there as he leaned to speak right to your ear.

His lips ghost over your earlobe and you drew in a sharp breath, your hands grabbing the hem of your shirt tightly.

”Don’t worry, dear,” Secondo spoke, voice low and velvety and you felt like melting right on the spot. ”They weren’t the one I desire.”

Secondo kissed your earlobe before pulling slightly back, dropping his hand from your throat to your chest. Your eyes met for a moment and then you just couldn’t take it anymore. Your hand came to Secondo’s sides, pulling the man into a kiss with force and Secondo’s hand ripped open the buttons of your shirt in one swift movement while his other hand went to your neck. The kiss was rough, hurried, teeth clashing a few times, and you could feel the familiar heat building up in your lower body.

Soon Secondo turned both of you around, pushing you towards the desk and using the moment to catch a breath and open his shirt, shaking it off. You immediately brought your hand on his chest, running fingers through the hairs and claimed his lips in another kiss while your lower back hit the desk. Secondo slid off your shirt quickly, his hands roaming along your bare chest, going lower and lower, until reaching the band of your pants.

He gave a sharp tug at the band and you grinned into the kiss, pleased at his eagerness.

”Off,” he growled, breaking the kiss, and you moved your hands off of Secondo, pulling then your pants down, leaving them pile around your ankles. Secondo let out a groan and as your eyes met, your heart missed a beat in your chest, desire burning within you.

It was so intense, the feeling, and if your mind wasn’t already hazy, you might have been scared. It had been so long since you had last felt like this. The way Secondo eyed you up and down was almost too much but in a good way. He was breathing hard and your gaze fell lower, seeing that his pants were stretched on the crotch.

You swallowed, dragging then you tongue over your lips and bringing your hands to his belt, fumbling it open as quickly as you could. Slowly you started to pull the pants down, earning a low moan from Secondo as you finally freed his cock. Secondo’s hand took a hold of you chin and you looked up at him.

”How do you want to do this?” he asked, voice thick. You gave a moment to the thought, then turned around, pushing stuff away from the desk and bend yourself over it, hearing Secondo gasp as your ass was now on his full view.

”Lube?” you said, turning your head, watching Secondo over your shoulder. He didn’t waste time as he walked around the desk, opening one drawer, grabbing a bottle and then settling back behind you. You breathed slowly in and out, hearing Secondo opening the bottle of lube, and you waited, the air hanging heavy around you of anticipation, of want.

As the bottle was put aside, Secondo leaned closer while his other hand landed on the cleft of you ass, the lube feeling slightly cold and making you jolt a little.

”What do you want?” he asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

”Prep me, slowly, and then…” a sharp breath escaped from your lips as Secondo’s fingers brushed over your hole, ”fuck me.”

Secondo cursed, gently scraping his teeth against your skin. You changed your position a bit, sticking your ass out more and Secondo’s finger started slowly to push in and you moaned. He started whispering soft praises and your mind and body was fully focused on the pleasure he gave you.

It was slow at first, just like you had wanted – Secondo took his time, letting you adjust to the feeling of his fingers. He kept the movements steady and made sure he talked you before moving forward and adding fingers. It felt so good, his fingers filling you deliciously, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it was also not enough. You wanted, needed more and by the time Secondo had three or four fingers inside you and you were pushing against them unashamedly, pleas started to drop from your mouth.

”Oh, so needy,” Secondo said, voice filled with satisfaction. He bend his fingers, hitting close to that sweet spot and your back arched, low moan escaping into the air.

”Please…” you breathed out, rolling your hips.

”Fuck,” Secondo breathed out, sinking his teeth on to your back and you shuddered at the feeling. Finally he withdrew his fingers from you and you mewled at the loss. You heard Secondo moving close by, most likely adding some lube and prepping himself, and you just stared at the desk, breathing heavily, want throbbing in your lower body.

Then Secondo was again beside you, now cupping your cheek and turning your head so you could look at him. His eyes were filled with desire, the white of the other eye shining bright in the contrast of another’s darker green. He leaned in to kiss you, and despite the awkward angle, you accepted it.

As you soon parted in need of air, Secondo moved away, settling behind you, placing his hand on you hip. He massaged the flesh, voicing his intention to move forward and you pushed your ass towards him. A gasp left your mouth as the tip of his cock started to push inside, and your eyes rolled as the stretch felt almost too much. You did your best to relax yourself as Secondo slowly fully filled you and leaned over, leaving a trail of kisses along your spine.

”You good?” he asked and you nodded, not trusting your voice anymore. He waited another moment before carefully starting to move, the feeling making you whine and press your hands tighter against the desk.

You ached for more, wanted to feel it no matter if there would be a bit of pain.

”Fuck me,” you croaked out, rolling your hips and earning low groan from Secondo. His other hand grabbed your hip, too, and he started to move in and out. First a few rougher moves, then settling into a steadier rhythm, his fingertips pressing into your hips hard.

The heat prickled on your skin, the pleasure making you sweat and mumble incoherent words. Secondo’s cock filled you so well, his soft praises turning you on even more as he thrusted in and out. The fire was blazing in your lower body and you moved slightly so you could reach out and touch yourself. You moaned loud, your mind turning hazier as you finally got more relief to the ache within.

”You feel so good,” Secondo groaned, his rough voice sending shivers running through you. You knew that you wouldn’t last long anymore so you needed all you could get – now.

”Faster,” you basically ordered. ”Don’t hold back.”

With a grunt, Secondo pulled out of you, slamming then right in hard, hitting so close to that sweet spot inside you that your vision blurred. His fingertips were now pressing so hard into your hips that you were sure there would be bruises later, his pace speeding up until you couldn’t even think anything sensible anymore, the feeling of him engulfing you completely.

You were so close and as Secondo hit that sweet spot inside you, your eyes rolled back and you started to chase the release, moving your hand faster on your lower body. It only took a few moves before your whole body started shaking, back arching and tears escaping from your eyes as you rode through the orgasm. You barely registered as Secondo’s movements turned sharper and shorter and he leaned against your back, his cock pulsing within you, filling you up with his cum. Your breaths were coming out ragged and you blinked furiously, Secondo’s breaths feeling hot on your shoulder. It took a moment or two before your eyes could finally make out the details and the ache on your arms and legs made itself know.

”Everything good?” Secondo asked, lips ghosting over your skin.

”Yeah, I just…” you said, gently shoving him and he understood the message, moving away, his softened cock finally slipping out of you. You let out a long sigh, slightly wincing as you turned and straightened yourself up, Secondo’s hands snaking around your waist immediately. A sated smile rose to your lips as your eyes met and you could feel his cum dripping out of you, making a mess of your thighs.

Secondo pulled you closer and you cupped his face with your left hand, claiming his lips in a chaste kiss. As you parted, you rested your head on Secondo’s shoulder, dropping your hand onto his chest, slowly caressing the sweaty hairs. Secondo placed a kiss on top of your head and you sighed, comfortable silence settling between you. You were now fully aware of the mess you had done but for now you didn’t care about it.

You had time to clean up later, now you just wanted to enjoy the moment of quiet in the embrace of a man that had stolen your heart.

[punkassfrance]

Love and Dopamine - Tess x Joel x Reader

NSFW, 18+ ONLY Usually, Tess and Joel have to try not to wake you when they come home late. Tonight, you couldn't sleep anyway. This work contains: Threesome - F/F/M, AFAB reader, Cunnilingus, Masturbation, gender neutral reader, Smut, slight mommy kink, Established Relationship, Sleepy Cuddles, Implied Age Gap

The first few times Joel and Tess came home after a run, they made no effort to stay quiet. They’d never had a need to before, after all; you were a relatively new addition to their lives. Bags and coats hit the floor without regard to noise, bottles of whiskey clattered against glass as shaking hands poured drinks. Then they’d flop into bed beside you, each kissing you wherever they could reach before dozing off. His arm would wrap around your side and tug you closer, she would cuddle up and press your face into the crook of her neck. Maybe they just took you in to be their personal bed warmer, but you weren’t complaining if this is where it got you.

  Once you asked them to quiet down a bit, it was nice at first- until the bed dipped and hands grabbed for you with no warning every time they came home. 

  Tonight, you can’t sleep.

  It’s got to be around three or four, but you can’t be certain. You just know the sun set quite a while ago. Rain patters at the window in your bedroom, one of the FEDRA floodlights casting a stream of light across your bed from down the street. Some nights, it was nice. Tonight, it kept you up. You’ve tried everything. Counting sheep, a glass of whiskey, half of a blunt tucked under the floorboards, and just lying there like a corpse. Before the outbreak, you might have gone for a drive, or maybe a walk. You would never know.

  The front door opens.

  Tess and Joel had trained you to keep a sharp ear, even at rest, which was the only reason you actually noticed someone enter. Joel had greased the door so it stopped squeaking, but he hadn’t gotten around to fixing the swelling frame yet. 

  “You go lay down, I’ll put everything away.” It sounds like Tess. Then, a quiet smack. “...knock it off. You can grab my ass all you want in the morning, go warm them up. Try not to wake them.”

  “I know, sugar,” Joel whispers, his footsteps approaching the bedroom door. 

  Dim light from the kitchen illuminates a silhouette in the doorway for only a moment before it’s shut out again, fabric shuffling as he takes off his coat. He hardly makes a noise as he undresses, only his belt buckle jingling as his jeans hit the floor. The bedframe creaks as he crawls into bed behind you, pulling up a blanket you weren’t using, arm wrapping around your waist as his bare chest presses into your back. Chapped lips kiss your shoulder blade before he shifts and pulls you in.

  “Hey there, cowboy.”

  He freezes. “I didn’t know you were up…sorry if we woke you.” 

  “You didn’t. Couldn’t sleep.”

  He sits up on an elbow, hand skating over your hip as he tries to get a look at your face. “You feeling alright, hon?” You hadn’t slept right since you fled the Baltimore QZ- if the memories of the things you saw didn’t keep you up, they would wake you before long. Joel and Tess, somehow with the patience of saints, put you back to sleep time and time again.

  “I’m alright, just got energy to burn off. Can’t settle in.” You reach for his hand, squeezing it. “But aren’t you such a doting boyfriend?” 

  He grunts and turns his head into the pillow. “Too old to be your damn boyfriend.” You giggle at him being his usual self as the door cracks open. Light from a passing patrol tank shows you Tess, shutting the door behind her. She looks tired and worn, a few fresh scratches scattered across her face. Her lips curve into a subtle smile as she looks at you, eyes shutting for a moment before she bends down to tug her boots off and shed her pants. White cotton underwear and a soft stomach draw your eye as she pulls her shirt over her head, reaching back to undo the clasps of her bra.

  She steps over to the window, taking a quick glance over the streets before drawing the makeshift blanket curtain. Something firm presses against your ass as she turns to you and drops her bra on the chair, Joel eyeing her as she approaches the bed. Your mouth dries a bit, the same thing on your mind. 

  “I think someone wants you, Tess. Either that or he’s got something in his pocket.” You wiggle your hips to make a point. 

  Darkness hides any expression on her face, but you can hear a soft chuckle as she eases into bed beside you. “What else is new, kid?” Her hand reaches behind you to caress Joel’s face. “He's insatiable lately.” She sighs and presses her face into your neck. Her teeth nip at the tender skin, kissing at your jawline. Fingers comb through your hair.

  “Awful outside, today.” Tess grunts. Joel huffs.

  “No shit.” 

  They cut the conversation there thankfully- they both know how anxious you get hearing about their close calls. Joel’s hand trails down your stomach, lifting your shirt and resting on your stomach. His hands are warm and rough on tender skin.

  Tess pulls back and grabs your chin, tilting your face up as she goes in for a kiss. Her lips are less chapped- you’re pretty sure Frank sets aside lip balm just for her- but she’s no more gentle than Joel. Gentle has never been a word to describe her. Neither of them are the nurturing type; any of that melted away within days of the outbreak. Every once in a while, you’re sure you can see it- but those moments are fleeting.

  Two of her fingers press into your underwear, and you’re not even sure when her hand got down there. You shudder and arch your back, and she takes the opportunity to hold you tighter with her other arm. You feel more kisses along your shoulder blades, Joel grabbing your hip to grind himself on your ass. Tess slides down your body, fingers tucking into the waistband of your underwear to pull them down. 

  “Tess…you both just got back, you should relax.” Your breath hitches as she drags her tongue over your cunt, then kisses your hip.

  “This is how we relax, sweetheart. Or at least, how I do.”

  Joel squeezes your ass before he scoots away, pulling you to lay on your back to give Tess a better angle. His hand grabs your thigh and pulls your leg up toward him, spreading you out for her to enjoy. Hearing her hum at what she managed to see in the thin light, your pussy feels warm and wet as she puts her mouth back on you. 

  "You ought to be up when we get back more often, sugar. This is a nice way to unwind. Dontcha think, Tess?" He hasn't even pulled his cock out, grinding against the underside of your thigh in his boxers.

  Tess grunts and flicks her tongue over your clit, pulling up for a moment to lay kisses along your thigh. In the sliver of light, you can see a shine on her face. "Couldn't agree more." She blows gently before going back down, the temperature change sending shudders up your body. 

  You hear noise, moans and grunts trailing upward, mostly likely yourself. Tess has always blown your mind with her tongue, and lucky for you, she seemed to love giving oral more than she loved to breathe. As she grips your thighs and pulls herself closer, she twirls her tongue around your clit and moans like it’s the best meal she’d ever had. 

  You reach down to grab her hair gently as your climax hits, the desperate noises in the room getting louder. There may be some pounding on the wall by the headboard, but you’ve never cared about that. It’s a strange confidence, walking through the halls of your apartment covered in hickies, with everyone you pass knowing how satisfied your partners leave you. 

  Tess pulls off your cunt and presses gentle kisses to your stomach, whispering praises as you come down from the high.  Once your senses come back in waves, you feel the bed shaking as Joel fucks his fist to completion. Something wet hits your thigh, another reason to wash the sheets (again).   

  “Sorry, sweetheart. I think we’re both too tired to fuck you properly.” Tess crawls up to kiss you, tugging on your lip as she pulls away and wipes her mouth. She seems to like doing that- you’ve grown used to the taste of your own cunt by now. At the least, she sure seems to adore it. “You can choke on momma’s cock in the morning.”

  Joel sighs and flops over, pulling you to lay on his chest. Tess situates herself behind you, snuggling in. 

  “Get some sleep, babydoll.”

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[daydream-cement]

Hi! I wanted to make a request for a Larissa X reader one-shot where the reader slowly starts to distance themself from her (sometimes the thoughts just win, ya know) and Larissa is concerned, trying to get them to talk to her and open up about what's happening, but they shrug it off as being tired. Reader falls into some no so healthy habits and coping mechanisms, eventually going to her because they're scared of what they might do if they continue down that path.

As I type this I realise how dark it sounds but I would be so interested to see where you take it, I absolutely love all of your other stories!!

Talk To Me

Larissa Weems x Reader

Authors Note: I’m going to write what I know here. I know there are more extreme coping mechanisms, but I’m not looking to trivialize experiences that I, myself, do not fully understand.

Warning: veiled descriptions of depression and mental illness

You sat on the couch watching reruns of you-didn’t-care-what. Actually, you weren’t watching, you were scrolling on your phone. Even your scrolling through your apps was more mindless. You could have sworn that the inside of your skull was filled with a black fog that just wouldn’t go away.

“How are you doing, honey?” Larissa came over the back of the couch, her lips pressing themselves to your temple. She had just gotten home from work and you could tell she was happy to see you. You were struggling to feel much of anything lately. You hated the numbness and it was beginning to scare you.

“Mmm, good. And you?” You don’t look up from your phone or turn to kiss her.

Larissa doesn’t seem to notice as she hangs her jacket over the back of a chair and drops her back into its seat. She walks around the couch and plops down next to you, drawing you into her embrace, “Talk to me. You okay, honey? You seem a little off. Something happen at work?”

How could you explain to her the pain you felt without having any visible injuries?

“No, no, I’m okay. I’m just tired, I think.” You lied. You knew something was wrong, but the emotions felt too complex to articulate.

“Okay, baby. If you need anything, you know you can talk to me.” Larissa didn’t press, but you could tell that she didn’t believe you.

You skipped work three days in a row. Larissa typically would have never noticed, but when she came home to find you laying in the living room, there was no hiding it any longer. You hadn’t left your pajamas, didn’t have your phone, and the TV was off. You had chosen to just sit in the quiet room with your thoughts.

“Y/n… What’s going on…?” Larissa was slow in her movements. She set her things down and gingerly made her way to your side. She sat on the floor by your face so she could look at you.

Tears were already running down your face, you needed to tell her, you needed to share something with her. Larissa couldn’t take it when she saw you cry. She guided you off the couch and pulled you into her lap so she could hug and hold you.

When you finally calmed down your tears, you were able to verbalize some of your emotions, “I’m just so empty. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you. Many people go through this, y/n.” Larissa was quick with her reply and her serious tone made you know her words were honest and true.

“But I want it to stop…” You were able to say before you started crying again.

Larissa sat and rocked you for a moment, gently shushing you before she spoke, “Then we may need some help. Perhaps we could find someone for you to talk to. Everyone needs someone to talk to sometimes.”

You liked how she said ‘we’. You knew you weren’t in this alone. You kept talking to her, describing the emotions and how they made you feel. You truly felt a little bit better after talking about it with her. Getting the feelings out on the table made everything feel that much more bearable.

“You and me, baby. We will get through this.” Larissa held you close, like she was never going to let go. In that moment, you knew that with her support, you were going to find ways to cope and feel better.

[niuniente]

@dannybagpipesarecalling Thank you for this tag, I literally saw it as a first thing in the morning when I woke up <3

Were you named after anyone? No, but my name was "stolen" from someone else lol. My grandmother has named me, and a few years ago, while digging through a family tree, I found a relative with an identical name to mine (same first, middle and last name). She's my grandmother's niece. Till this day, I don't know why my grandmother stole the name her brother had given to his own daughter, lol!

When was the last time you cried? I woke up crying maybe last month while having a silly but sad dream. I was really angry to someone in the dream and tried to yell at them but I could only wheeze. Nothing serious!

Do you have kids? I'm a childfree by choice.

Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally but only with certain people. But it has to be funny sarcasm, like black humour, not to belittle someone in their face.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their vibes, literally! I can read people like open books and I can't help to notice their vibes the first. There have been so many cases where a completely normal, polite, friendly person gives me "NO" vibes at the first look and then - sometimes years later - it's revealed to me that yeah, that person is definitely a BIG NO. Same the other way around, too! Oh and you can't fake the vibes. Not to me.

What’s your eye colour? Grey. A quite typical eye color in this country.

Scary movies or happy endings? I've never in my whole life seen a movie which would have been scary, so from these both, I'd like to see a horror movie, please.

Any special talents? I can tell a time without looking a clock, even if I had went to take a nap or just woken up. Every single hour (and half of an hour) has it's own unique feeling to it. I pick it up and know what the time is. Seasonal chances won't affect this. If I can't pick a time up then it's s sign that I'm stressed, tired or in a bad health. I've also got multiple forms of synesthesia.

Where were you born? East-Finland, North Europe

What are your hobbies? Drawing, collecting stickers and ice-cream flavors, watching or listening to paranormal documentaries and podcasts.

Have any pets? No, never had one and I think I might not even have one.

What sports do/have you played? I'm too sick to be sporty but I attended a little while to Japanese spear, Naginata, lessons. Sometimes, I do yin yoga at home. I walk everywhere since I don't have driver's license so it counts as an exercise.

How tall are you? 153cm / 5'0 (which is not accurate as 5'0 in centimeters is anything between 150cm - 153cm)

Favorite subject at school?  Drama & improvisation

Dream job? I'd like to continue working with my art with my own phase with a great success and great income! I've gotten to work with podcasts recently and would enjoy that work, too.

Tagging ANYONE who wishes to do this, tell a bit about themselves, and whoever happens to come across with this. And I mean it - go crazy, have fun!

[redeyesrahma]

How the tables have turned.

HalloweenNRoc prompt by @litheneel on Twitter

Prompt: possessed by a ghost

The spectral realm was.. Uneventful, one could describe it, After Lilia and Malleus Have taken-or more accurately- kidnapped Rahma and Grim while they slept to the spectral realm to throw a party for the ghosts, The Ramshackle Duo were asked to stay in their spot and wait for their cue to come out when their friends arrived at last.

Only that Grim was not patient, and to be fair, it was hard to occupy themselves within the timeless space around them, It was a shame that the phone didn't work, too.

Rahma decided to kill off the time by drawing the architecture of their surroundings, while Grim sat in boredom beside her, his paws crossed and a pout over his face.

"Fnaaghh..They are takin' too long to get here! I wanna start eatin' already!"

The feline like monster complained while his human companion chuckled a bit and shook her head, Of course he was eager to start digging in the food. Though he was right, Their Friends- (Schoolmates as they call themselves instead)  have not yet arrived, It was worrisome. Rahma could only wonder if they were alright, Perhaps they got lost? What sort of obstacles were in their way to reach the party?

"I'm done waitin'! I'm gonna dig in myself!"

Grim exclaimed as he stood up, Rahma perked up and turned her gaze to her monster companion, and shook her head

"Grim, we must wait as Lilia told us to. We can't roam around by ourselves"

The human tried to reason but to no avail , Grim had already started walking out of the room and Rahma scrambled to her feet to follow after him quickly.

"Grim! Come back here, we might get lost!"

Looking around, she noticed that her surroundings were simply stairs, lots of stairs, where did they lead? She had no idea, but the sight was making her dizzy and uneasy as she looked around for her roommate.

Suddenly she felt a hand touch her shoulder and almost immediately she jumped back in fear, though as she turned around, She saw a flash of white as her eyes widened and everything went blank.

Grim was puzzled when he noticed how quiet it has gotten, His henchhuman was supposed to be behind him!

"Oi! Where did you go, henchhuman?!"

The small monster turned around, hearing footsteps behind him, The perfect of Ramshackle finally caught up to him. Though, her movements were sluggish and stiff. However, it wasn't too surprising for Grim, his Henchhuman tended to get tired fairly quickly.

"Hey! I'm talkin' to you!"

Grim suddenly stiffened as his eyes met with the human's cold gaze, her expression shifted into one of annoyance and she groaned

"Is that Anyway a pet speaks to their owner?"

"ngh?! I am no pet! Have you forgotten who you are speaking to!?"

Grim was taken aback by Rahma's response, not once has she called him her pet, nor she had called herself his owner, not even when she annoyed or upset with him.

"All I see is a spoiled pet who needs to go to the timeout corner, You have been a very bad kitty.."

The girl stepped forward, walking towards Grim with a menacing aura, reaching to grab him, only for Grim to back away from her hand.

"What are you doin' !? K-Knock it off! I'm warning ya!"

Whatever it was wrong with his Henchhuman was scaring him! And he didn't know how to snap her out of it. Fighting was not an option, so Grim made up his mind to run back where they were supposed to be staying, with Rahma hot on his tail, chasing after him.

"Lilia!! The henchhuman is after me!"

The monster called out, hoping that the bat Fae would hear him and find a solution to this situation. Almost as if on Cue, Lilia appeared in front of him with a questioning look on his face.

"Grim? What's the matter?"

"Rahma has been acting strange! She is after me!"

Said girl had stopped her tracks when she noticed Lilia, her expression taking sour turn.

"He has been a very bad cat, No more treats for him."

The old Fae blinked in surprise at the human's tone, though he quickly shook his head

"This child is with me, Ghost. Unpossess her"

"Tch, and why should I listen to you? What are you, my dad?"

So it seemed this one was a bratty ghost, If asking nicely won't do, then a strict approach is more suitable, Fighting was off the table once more, even if Rahma had an ounce of magic upon her, she would still be no match for Lilia's magic or experience.

"I said, Unpossess this child."

Grim visibly shivered at the drastic change in Lilia's tone, the Fae was still smiling, though instead of a polite smile, it looked menacing, and the look in his eyes was enough to send anyone running for their lives.

"Ah..! F-fine.! Whatever.. This body is too weak for me"

It was quiet for a moment, before Rahma's eyes opened again and she rubbed her head, looking at Grim, who seemed to be still shivering in his spot behind Lilia's leg.

"there you are!.. Ah..did I pass out or something..?"

Lilia shook his head and smiled gently, urging the two to return back to the room

"No, Do not worry about it, it's best if you do not roam around alone however. You wouldn't want to get lost in this realm."

[yzeltia]

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

:3

Somewhere through the meeting, Gelos gotten lost in Themis’s blue eyes through his mask as he spoke on the floor of the Convocation. Not that he paid much attention to most meetings, but as of late he'd had a fixation win over his mind wandering. Those deep cerulean eyes on him, he let out a soft sigh before realizing it wasn’t just Themis’s gaze on him. Sitting up, he cleared his throat. “O-Obviously I agree with what Themis was saying,” he said quickly.

“That’s Elidbus to you,” Emet-Selch hissed from his seat, Themis’s cheeks tinting a red as he recoiled back.

Gelos started to cough, face crimson as he avoided his crush’s nervous stare. “Sorry! I’m under the weather I guess and forgot myself. C-Carry on!”

“If you are feeling unwell, then perhaps you should return to your quarters, Azem,” Lahabreha suggested.

“Look who’s suddenly more paternal now that he’s been made whole,” Mitron said before letting out a haughty laugh.

Lahabreha scowled then crossed his arms. “If he is ill then he cannot contribute anything meaningful.”

“Not that Azem is one to offer up anything profound beyond the occasional impassioned plea,” Fandaniel mused.

“Y’know, I think I will rest. I am probably just a bit tired from my recent adventures,” Gelos said, pushing his hair from his mask and face before standing and taking a small bow.

He left the gilded chambers promptly, letting them return to whatever they’d be on about before pausing briefly to look back toward Themis as the other started to speak again. Once in the hall he pulled off his black mask and looked at it, thumbing gently over the symbol on the forehead before shaking his head with a deep sigh.

“Azem? Azem are you sure you’re not unwell?”

Gelos froze, Themis’s concerned words echoing in his ears. He scrambled to put on his mask, placing it only to have it fall to the floor. Nervous, he looked back as Themis knelt down beside him to pick it up. “Don't worry. It's not cracked,” he assured him.

“Thank you,” Gelos said in turn, gently reaching out for the mask. Their fingers colliding, he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth come over him from the small contact. “Them- I mean Elidibus, you didn't have to come check on me.”

Themis recoiled a bit, holding his arm as he looked away. “Apologies for my pursuit then. The meeting ended and I could not shake the feeling that it was something I had said which made you leave.”

“No. I wasn't really listening,” Gelos breathed out before cringing at his poor choice of words. The footsteps of their fellow Convocation members approaching, hr panicked further. Not wanting to be seen without his mask and also not wanting to Themis thinking he had been bored by his words, he awayed them behind a large tapestry.

A finger to his lips, Gelos pleaded got a moment of silence while holding Themis close and around the waist. The Convocation soon passed by, talking amount themselves. If they noticed Gelos’s impromptu hiding spot, none bothered to comment on it.

As the two lingered in silence, Gelos found himself once more enraptured by Themis's gaze. His hand moved on its own, gently drawing the other's mask down from his face so that he could better look into his eyes. He might as well have disrobed Themis, the other's face heating up in the wake of such intimate vulnerability.

“Azem…”

“I could not hear your words because I was too preoccupied by my thoughts,” he explained softly, drawing his face in.

“I don't-,” Themis started in confusion before silenced by Gelos's kiss. He shivered, hand reaching into the other's robes as he felt himself lose balance and fall into Gelos’s arms.

The kiss was clumsy, Gelos teasing Themis’s tongue and the other reciprocating, yet neither confident enough in their first embrace to deepen it as much as their passion had run. “Do you understand now,” Gelos asked softly as he pulled away, unable to look Themis in the eye.

“I…believe so,” Themis panted. “I had thought it my imagination, but; Fandaniel had said you look at me the way Mitron looks at Lohgrif. Do you really find me that distracting?”

“A welcome distraction. I promise,” Gelos whispered. “I thought I had not been so obvious…”

“I could not be sure. So perhaps it was just a sharp observation on his part,” Themis said softly. “What do we do now, Azem?”

“Gelos…when it's just us…let's just be Gelos and Themis.”

Themis swallowed, struggling to restsart. “What do we do now…Gelos.”

“I am uncertain. Venat told me one day I might burn up inside for another, and yet I was still unprepared for you,” Gelos sighed, finding himself unable to resist running his hands through the other's white hair.

Themis smiled weakly, hand running down Gelos 's jawline, fingers memorizing the feel of his stubble. “A burning…?” he asked softly before taking Gelos’s hand and placing it over his heart. “Like from here?”

Gelos nodded then drew in once more. “That spreads through you so fast you've not noticed you'd been on fire this entire time,” he said before taking another kiss, one longer and more feverent.

Parting, Themis felt his head spin. Flushed, he leaned in, face rubbing into the other’s robes as he held onto him. “Then I find myself becoming naught but ash in your arms.”

[imnobodyuknow]

Surprise!!!

So, um...  I hope none of you thought I’d stopped making digital art after I just got into it.  I’ve actually been working on a number of digital projects -- I just haven’t gotten most of them finished just yet.  😅  One of these was a request from a friend of mine and fellow Ask Ace Attorney moderator (he goes by Mod Justice there), which I just recently finished!  It’s a bit on the depressing side, but sometimes you just have to share your experiences (and the experiences every human being) in an artistic way.

The drawing’s subject matter was originally going to be a favorite YouTuber of his, but that ended up not working out, so I decided to change it to a favorite character of mine -- none other than the Courtroom Revolutionnaire herself, Athena Cykes!

What a surprise, am I right?  😏

As peppy and optimistic as she’s known to be, she's definitely been through her share of ups, downs, way ups, and way downs.  (And neutrals, of course.  Can’t forget those.)  I can imagine one of the way downs looking something like this: 

This isn’t meant to be a specific point in the Ace Attorney timeline -- it could be during one of the rougher parts of her lawyering adventures, or just an ordinary moment that found her attacked by fears and doubts.  One thing you can be sure about when it comes to fears and doubts is that they don’t need an invitation to visit you, and many of them can be birthed from the words you’ve heard from others that were either meant to bring you down or that you ended up taking that way.  Letting go of these words and moving on is undoubtedly one of the biggest challenges of life.  It certainly has been for me, at least.

In Athena’s case, I imagine said words (no pun intended) would include those spoken to her by a rude classmate...

...a friend whom she frustrated by accident because of her sensitive hearing...

...cranky and impatient employers who took it out on her...

...and of course, the judge who refused to listen to her during her childhood.

And I haven’t even gotten into the traumatic moment that happened before that.  That’s something I can’t even imagine dealing with.

Just as a side note, “you really haven’t changed much” is something a former employer of mine once said to me.  I later learned that they were going through some problems of their own at the time, but nonetheless, it’s taken me quite some time to get past it.  If I ever become an employer somewhere down the road, God forbid me from ever saying that to someone who works for me.

This leads me to another thing I’ve noticed about fears and doubts -- they don’t have to have the same origin in order to attack you at the same time.  Sometimes they swarm in when you happen to be stressed, tired, discouraged, angry, or a combination thereof.  I wonder if that’s where the saying “misery loves company” comes from?  🤔

I wouldn’t draw or share something like this without including the positive side of it, of course.  In this case, it’s Athena herself and who she is today, not to mention what she’s been able to accomplish despite these fears and doubts.  You sure couldn’t tell by looking at her what all she’s been through...

...but as she herself could tell you, even the happiest face has a mind behind it, which can, and often does, house some form of fear, sorrow, stress, and numerous other negative emotions.  While a person’s struggle against them is a lifelong one, learning how to acknowledge them without dwelling on them, override them, and enjoy your life with or without them is what makes all the difference.

I’m no expert in psychology or psychotherapy, just to be clear.  Just someone making observations about my own struggles with negative emotions.  If you’ve had to deal with them day in and day out yourself (in other words, if you’re a human being), rest assured that you’re not alone.  If we’re gonna struggle, we might as well do it together.  😉

The background and Athena’s pose were inspired by a picture found in a Let Me Explain Studios video (specifically at 12:52)...

...and the creepy faces -- or “shadow demons” as Mod Justice calls them -- were inspired by an equally creepy album cover:

The music wasn’t too creepy, though.  😄

The main point I hope to convey with this drawing is that the quality of your life depends largely on the words you listen to, as well as a second point: words are powerful tools that can either build up or destroy those who hear them, so always remember to use them wisely, whether spoken or written.  I plan to use them as wisely as possible, both here and elsewhere.  Wish me luck!

[faultedloyalty]

“‘Anything’, you say?” The question is rhetorical, said merely to hear himself speak more than anything—the pen is all but flying across the sketch-page already, the illustration coming to life beneath his fingers without pause. “It’s quite my luck that I can work with such an open-ended wish, then.”

A chuckle is tacked onto the end; he can’t help the tease, can’t help from making his own amusement, at the young man’s expense. He thinks, for a moment, of how very dangerous that word is, when spoken to a creature like him—one cannot, should not, face his kind and say they wish for him to do ‘anything’. Even if it is just in the context of a quick drawing, such a thing bears consequence still (nothing is trivial, unless he so chooses to see it so).

Consequences, however, do not always have to be meted out on a grand scale; he is no stranger to doling out more than is fair, at times, but he is also not without his understanding of what could be too far. So Daisuke will suffer a small laugh, if only to satisfy Sebastian’s inability to ignore such the infraction (and for the better that he does—Saying such things, most especially without hesitation, can get even the most iron-willed beings into trouble, some day.)

“My, but do forgive me; I assumed not that you had meant so, either.” He corrects his own infraction easily, only sparing a glance (calculative speculation masked into apology) up from his work before he returns to it again. “Neither is it so unusual to assume that I have created art for my Master, however; what I meant is that his age is not the correlation to my doing so.”

Really, it is not as if he’s complaining; his meal does not need to be artistically inclined in order for him to consume it, after all. Beyond what is required of his education, his Master hardly partakes in the more creative avenues of life as it is (a soul living only for and until its want for revenge is fulfilled will hardly allot itself time for the finer aspects of existence).

“Nevertheless, there is no need for apology.” He continues on, the matter dismissed as easily as the clouds parting above them to reveal the sun. “Offense was neither intended nor done, if I may so humbly assume myself; there is no need for worry.”

But, oh, satisfaction curls deep and twisting within his mind as the young man finally gives in. Dark, smug elation is hard to keep from his own features; even if it took time, he got what he wanted out of the offer, and it is nothing short of pleasing.

Is it not so much easier to simply relent, to acquiesce to one’s own desires? Human’s overwhelmingly have such an inability to resist them for long, and even with a far more limited patience for waiting to see it done than he lets on, he will never tire of seeing attempts to try crumble with just a bit of prodding.

“That you would accept our gift at all is gratitude enough.” Especially for myself; I require nothing more. “Please, I implore you to think nothing of it.”

His duty as both creature and butler fulfilled, for the time being, he hardly notices when his own hands still over the paper. What he’s drawn is one of the roses growing in the garden, close-up and detailed—simplistic in its choice, perhaps even predictable given where they are, but he’s sure it matters not. Not just for it having gone said, but also because the young man had been enthralled by them upon initial sight. Though, to think it’s merely his duties that give him pause would be wrong, because what is this about him knowing famed artists, might young Daisuke elaborate on that—?

(Ah, but wait; it would not be so off-base...)

“...Young Master Daisuke,” he starts, , “it was not to my knowledge that you were of such infamy yourself!”

A light scold, mostly untrue; he’d done his reading of the Niwa family several days prior to the young man’s arrival, but what-with the warning of the Phantom Thief appearing, he hadn’t gotten far. Other than being of worth-enough to have his Master agree to their young son paying a visit, there’d been little other evidence to suggest they were of nobility beyond any norm—knowing artists of any sort was mere territorial expectation.

(And yet, he still can’t help but to want to press; if only to see what is found in doing so.)

“To be so acquainted with famous artists,” it doesn’t matter that they weren’t named or known to him, “that they give you advice, surely you would know something of criticism. Might this be a way for you to judge my talents instead of merely observing them, despite the knowledge that my own work will pale in comparison to such famed individuals? How very cruel of you; to make me think you were merely interested...”

Feigned self-doubt sees him sighing dramatically, tilting the sketch away from the human’s sight. Surely he could have been warned he would be in the presence of one like this, he would have prepared his heart—!

(His facetiousness knows no bounds.)

' mm , well , really --- ' he considers it for a moment : what he'd like against what he'd dare to say that he might need , and his heart's curiosity quickly wins out versus the rest . ' anything is okay ... ! '

even if sebastian's work turned out infinitely complex , wouldn't he still be able to study it , then ? taking to it like a souvenir , one he would find far more intriguing and organic than what priceless piece his mother expected him to return with from this place .

' er , uh ! i didn't mean anything bad by it about ciel being so young , either --- i guess i just imagined you drawing for him often , maybe ... ' or was that simply the sort of thing he'd have had his own butler doing , if argentine was anything like half as well-put together as the aide before him ?

the more he thought it over , the more stupid everything seemed after-all . even his own hidden dexterity contributed little to nothing towards creative endeavors . what did it matter how swift or clever a butler and phantom thief could be ? without the proper sense for art , motions were merely motions : ' ... sorry , i shouldn't have assumed anything . '

his head dips and his shoulders slump a little ; in the end , he easily relents . ' if it's really no trouble for a sketchbook either , then , um ... t-thank you . thank you to you both ... ! '

and an enormous apology , one he doesn't dare to actually voice , though the anxiety of such a decision remains clear on his troubled expression --- easily mistaken for a polite discomfort in accepting whatsoever . the irony of his interests has never gone unrecognized , at least by his own self . a phantom thief's duty was to rob fine arts ; not laughably attempt to produce them . sebastian's words could have comforted , if only they didn't remain half ignorant .

a pity and a shame , but best kept that way --- such various lies and omissions were perpetual , outright necessity . nevertheless , daisuke keeps his curious gaze down at the butler's work in progress .

' at least i can say if making art wasn't fun , not even a little a bit , then i probably wouldn't care about it so much . besides , back at home , i made friends with a lot of really famous , incredible artists --- ' lives that were like beautiful works of art in their own right . ' they were nice enough to give even someone like me compliments and lessons , sometimes ... so maybe i just don't want to disappoint them . '

[bubbaxp]

CHAPTER TWO:

Six months later

It has been months since the passing of Queen Aemma and, sad to say, weeks since I last spoke with Rhaenyra and Alicent as friends. After Rhaenyra was announced as heir, her and Alicent Drifted away from me, more so Alicent who started acting rather strangely after the late Queen’s funeral.

Albeit, being almost thrown to the side by my best (and only) friends, the second eldest of the Targaryen brothers and I had grown…relatively close. In fact, my daft father and brother even noticed I spend most of my time with the Prince, browsing the library and having light conversations as we read. Rhaenar was still a bit emotionless, but he was certainly chatty after six months of pestering, or rather just being present while I have a one-way conversation.

“Good afternoon, Rhaenar.” I smiled, looking up from my book. He hummed in acknowledgement, taking a seat beside me and fluttering his eyes close. “I trust the meeting was productive?” I shifted in my seat and trained my eyes back to the book. “Barely,” he groaned opening his eyes slightly as the sun glared at his face making the pale skin flush and the irises that hid beneath his white lashes glow golden, “they just squabbled like morons. Absolutely tiring.” I laughed at his grimace. “Yes, I can see.” I said between chuckles. “Are you sure they’re all morons?” I rose a brow, slightly vexed at his wordplay. “Hmm, I fear I might offend you further if I answer that.” His pink lips pulled into a smirk when I scoffed.

“What did you discuss?” I asked curiously, placing my book on my lap, using it to support my elbows as I placed my chin on my palms. The Prince sighed pushing his blond head further into the seat’s plush headrest. “I wouldn’t worry your pretty little head, Angel.” He intoned lazily as I felt my face flush. Angel, that’s new. I swooned in my head.

I opened my mouth to speak when a familiar cry echoed outside of the library, drawing closer and closer until two maids stepped in, holding Amihan in their arms as the little guardian cried. “She wouldn’t stop crying, My Lady.” One of the maids informed, struggling to hold the new born Kali-kan, her mother is my brother’s guardian and she hatched only a month ago. “Oh, put her down.” I frowned making my way to the whimpering Kali, cooing softly as the calm her. “You may go.” I smiled at the maids.

“You didn’t tell me it finally hatched.” I turned to the prince and rolled my eyes playfully. I went back to my chair, Amihan wobbling to me. “Well, you’re always too busy with your duties.” I replied, scratching the little beast behind her ears earning a soft purr. “What’s her name?” Rhaenar asked, leaning his cheek on his hand. “Amihan, it means North Wind.” I chuckled slightly. “That’s quite the opposite of what you are, sweetness.” I tapped the beast’s nose making it huff with a cute whine.

“I’ve…” I cleared my throat, embarrassed of what I am to say. The Prince hummed as a reply again, always a man of many words. “I’ve been meaning to ask you… how is Rhaenyra?” Rhaenar’s brows jumped slightly, of course he’d be surprised as to why I am asking him. “Well…” I started once more. “We haven’t really spoken much these past months, I quite miss her and Alicent.”

“She’s alright, I suppose.” He replied softly after a moment. “We don’t speak much either,” he cleared his throat looking away, “but, I don’t doubt she’s well.” The prince turned back to me, the slightest smile present on his face. “I miss her. Both of them.” I started. “Hells, why have I gotten so sentimental.” I chuckled, sniffling as I fought the tears. They were still close, and yet here I am… just forgotten all of a sudden.

“My Lady.” Another maid came in, this one more silent to sneak her way inside the already quiet library. I jumped in surprise. “Yes?” I squeaked, earning a smirk from Rhaenar. “The Lady Alicent is requesting your presence.”

I stuttered with wide eyes. “Y-yes, of course. I’ll be right there.” I turned to the prince who snorted. “Well, speak of the devil. Go on, Little Pearl. I too have duties to attend to.” He stood from his seat, standing in front of me and taking my hand. “Would it be selfish of me to ask for company later this evening?” he asked, eyes masked from any emotion I know of. “No.” I smiled, flushing red when he kissed my knuckles before urging me out of the library, Amihan trailing behind me.

+

I squinted at the bright light as I made my way to the Sept, the little guardian next to me blabbering happily with her feathered tail swishing, a contrast to her behavior earlier, such a clingy little beast. “Hush now, little one.” I ordered gently as we climbed the steps.

“So kind of you to join us.” Rhaenyra smiled, hooking her arm with mine. “I should say the same to you, you’ve been busy.” I smiled at the white haired princess as she hummed in reply.

“It has only been half a year since my mother died, and already they tried to marry my father off and replace me as heir.” I frowned, yet again confused as to why she cares so much all of a sudden. I passed it off as her simply changing her mind. “I know those men and how they plot in their secret councils when I’ve been sent away.”

“You cannot worry at the matter of lords and kings, Rhaenyra.” Alicent shook her head.

This too made me curious, she was the ambitious one out of the three of us, and now she doesn’t care. Have I skipped a chapter of their lives? Or perhaps they think me too much of an outcast to even care to confide in me?

However, Alicent does have a point. It is what it is, one day Viserys will have to remarry as the majority asks for a male heir.

“What if your father were to remarry?” I asked, weaving my fingers through Ami’s turquoise and white fur. The princess paused and looked as if her words escaped her from surprise. “Your father loves you. He chose you for his heir.” I reassured, despite thinking otherwise. Yes, I do believe her father loves her and that’s why I believe he doesn’t want his daughter to be heir for the reason to unburden her of heavy responsibilities. “He didn’t choose me. He spurns Daemon.”

With a sigh, Alicent handed both of us a candle. “Kneel with me.” She urges us to one of the stone slabs overflowing with lit candles. I followed, lighting my own candle as Ami sat next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. “I find this is a way to be with my mother.” Alicent started, her fingers intertwined with one another. “Here in the quiet of the Sept, I feel close to her.” Her voice was frail, as if she’s been using her voice far too much. “I know it sounds foolish.”

“I don’t think it’s foolish.” I quickly reassured.

“Neither do I.” Rhaenyra smiled at the brunette. “Good.” Alicent smiled at the princess. “Because I thought you might try.” She passed the princess a small stick to light her candle with. “If not for me, then for them.” Rhaenyra nodded before pausing. “What do I say?” she whispered as she finished lighting her candle. “Anything you wish. It is only for you and the gods to know.”

“I want him to see me as more than his little girl.” Rhaenyra sniffled. “Mine own father does not know the language of girls either.” I smiled at her and Alicent remembering every miscommunication my father and I had. Alicent hummed in agreement. “When I wish to talk with mine, I know that I must make the effort.”

“Thank you.”

+

“Dearest?” father peeked his head from behind my door as I peeked from behind my book, hiding my smile. “Yes, Father Dearest.” I chuckled putting the book down and welcoming him in. “The King, his brother, and I spoke.” My father started cautiously as I nodded curiously. “Which brother?” I joked. To this, father loosened and chuckled along. “Rhaenar, silly girl.” He inhaled sharply, becoming ridged once again.

“His Grace thought it was finally time the Prince married. And seeing how…close you two have become, I thought you’d be a good pair…” my heart stopped, not because I didn’t want to marry Rhaenar but because I never thought I’d get to marry him or anyone for that matter. “But… what did the King say? And Prince Rhaenar?” finally, father loosened completely but his brows shot up in surprise as to why I wasn’t making much of a fuss. “The Prince surprisingly agreed. And now, it is only your approval that I wait for.” I was truly blessed to have a father like him, although he quite technically did set me up to marry he still asks for my approval and that’s all I need. “Is there any—anything we gain out of this?” I raised a playful brow. “Oh, you silly girl!” father bellowed in laughter. “Nothing more than a secure place among the council and a secure life for you.” I nodded. “So?”

“The Prince and I will speak of it first. But, at the moment I have no complaints.”

+

“Good evening, My Prince.” I greeted the blond who sat lonesome at his dinner table. I turned to his knight and smiled, nodding at his as he closed the door. Rhaenar hummed, tapping his index finger on the wooden table patiently. “Sit, My Lady.” He gestured to the empty seat in front of him. “How was your day?” I asked, placing my palms flat on my lap. “Well, Angel.” He eyed me curiously.

“We must discuss something, Rhaenar.” I said, taking a gulp of my wine and meeting his purple gaze. “We do?” he asked playfully, serving himself a spoonful of salad. “Why did you agree?” he paused, looking away in thought at my sudden question. “I am only curious, why did you agree… and why me out of hundreds and hundreds of eligible maidens in the whole capital?”

“You’re the only one I can tolerate.”

“I thought you’d give your brother more of a fight.” I chuckled, cutting a piece of beef I had served myself. “I’m not known to disagree with anything Viserys says.” He shrugged. “What do you gain, surely that came into mind when you agreed?” I never really knew I cared for wins and losses when it comes to things like this. But surely he wouldn’t just marry me because he can tolerate my presence. “First and foremost, (LN) is the second wealthiest House next to the Lannisters— “

“Why not marry one of them?” I cut him off, brows raised. “I’m sure one of the twins would gladly run into your arms.” I chuckled, taking a bite off the steak (If you’re vegan I’m sorry babes). “As I said you’re the only one I can tolerate.”

“Then I am very flattered.”

“Second,” he paused, giving me a knowing look, “your people are one of the most skilled warriors and blacksmiths, and your knowledge of the sea, in my opinion, rival’s the Valeryons.” He nodded to himself. “Once again, I am flattered, My Prince.” I grinned. “And,” he raised a finger, “we must not forget that Kailinit is the capital’s major source of food.”

“You have more wins than I do.” I laughed, pushing the steak down with wine. “You know what my father told me when I asked him the same question?” Rhaenar hummed and raised an amused brow. “All we’ll gain is ‘a secure place in the council and a secure life for you’.” I snorted shaking my head. “Well, I wouldn’t say that’s less than what I’ll attain in this matter. All of the things I’ve listed will be for my brother and his heir.”

“Okay, then once again. Why did you agree.”

“And once again, I seldom disagree with my brother.” He paused, meeting his violet gaze with my own. “And, I have grown quite fond of you.”

+

It has been a month since that night, and three nights since Rhaenar and I’s wedding. It was nothing grand as I requested, only immediate families attended, but still the realm celebrated despite only announcing our marriage after the ceremony.

“Is that the King?” I asked Rhaenar, who stood beside me with our arms hooked. We were headed for the gardens to take a stroll when I spotted the King and Lady Laena walking along the hedges. “Yes, Corlys proposed that he should marry their daughter.” He shook his head with a frown. “She’s only twelve, for goodness’ sake.” I grimaced. “I agree, but Lord Corlys is far too ambitious to care, I see.” He tugged at my arm, pulling me away from the balcony. “Let us continue our walk.”

“My Prince,” a maid stopped us, bowing. “The Hand wishes for you to join the small council.” She bowed once more and scurried somewhere. “We’ll continue later, Little Pearl.” He placed a lingering kiss on my cheek before walking away.

+

“Why must you go, if the Hand himself will take care of it?” I frowned, helping Rhaenar pin his cloak onto his tunic. “Because Viserys asked me to, Angel.” He pulled me close, trapping me in his arms. “I still don’t understand why.” I huffed, leaning my forehead on his chest. “Either way,” I looked up at his violet eyes. “Promise me not to get hurt.”

“We’re just retrieving an egg.” He chuckled, running his hands through my hair.

“From Daemon.” I added knowingly. “I do not wish to offend you, as he is your brother, but he is unpredictable.”

“I’ll be fine, Angel. We have guards with us, so worry not.”

[judeswhore]

Although she loves her mumma, if Wren cant sleep in the night or feels poorly she goes straight to Masons side of the bed and he wraps her in his arms and pulls her onto the bed and either lays with her on his chest or pops her in the middle so he can snuggle her but still reach over and have his hand on your waist 🥰 - We NEED this blurb PLEASEEEEEEEE

bad dream - mason mount

queuing this to post while i’m away so u have something <3 i hope ur all doing good

"Daddy," There was a soft tug on the duvet from Mason's side of the bed, his brows drawing together in his sleep hazed state as he tried to clear his head of the fog. His face was pressed into the pillow, one arm thrown over your waist and he let out a little grumble of complaint when the tugging came again, harder this time. "Daddy."

It clicked slowly that it was his daughter's voice he could hear and her fingers trying to pull the duvet away from him and he was quick in the next few seconds to turn himself around. Wren was standing beside the bed, her teddy clutched against her chest, soft pout tugging at her lips and he matched it when he noticed the track of tear stains over her cheeks. Pushing himself up he let the duvet fall away, careful in not disturbing you.

"Hey, you, what's wrong?" He sat with his legs over the side of the bed and reached out to pull Wren into his lap, settling her gently with her hand clutched to his upper arm. With soft fingers he pushed her hair back and away from her face, tightening his arm around her when her eyes filled with fresh tears.

"I had a bad dream." She gave a soft little hiccup, her head turning so she could bury her face in Mason's chest and he made a noise low in the back of his throat, dropping his head to kiss the top of hers. She dropped her teddy so she could wrap her arms around him and his heart gave an odd thump when she tried pushing herself even closer. "There was a big a monster and he was in my wardrobe and he tried to eat you when you were telling me a story."

"It wasn't real, Wren, just a silly dream, daddy checked your wardrobe before we said goodnight, didn't he?" He kept his cheek pressed against the top of her head, his fingers running soothingly down her back and he hated how he could still feel her crying.

"But it might have gotten in there when you left."

"Baby, I promise there's no monster in there. You just got a little bit too tired today and it made you have a scary dream." She didn't answer, just tucked herself further against him and he kissed her head again. "Look at me." She sniffled and slowly lifted her head, Mason using his thumbs to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. "It was just a silly dream but in the morning why don't we go monster hunting just in case? We can have a look in your room and make sure they're all gone."

"But what if they come back?"

"They won't. I'll make sure they're too scared yeah?" Wren gave a tiny nod, her arm swiping her nose and Mason grinned softly, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before smothering the rest of her face in playful kisses. She let out a soft giggle when he rubbed the tip of his nose over hers. "And if you want, we can get Barney to sleep with you?"

He glanced towards the window where their Labrador was sleeping on his side, tongue lolling slightly and Wren nodded again, seeming more than satisfied that her best friend would be there to watch over her. She turned back to her father and he kissed her cheek again, his need to make sure she felt better the most important thing and he knew how much she liked kisses.

"You wanna sleep in here tonight? I think I might need some snuggles." Her face lit up and she was quick in nodding, wiping at her eyes again and Mason smiled, reaching down to pick up her fallen teddy. She clutched it to her chest, shuffling in his lap. "Get in the middle? Careful not to wake mummy, yeah?"

He helped get her comfortable in the middle of the bed, her head resting against his pillow and he gently tucked her hair behind her ear, pulling the duvet up tight around the two of them. He wrapped his arm around her and she was quick in holding on to it, snuggling so close to his chest that Mason was afraid she was trying to disappear into him.

"Can Barney sleep on my bed?"

"He might squash you." Wren shuffled so she could lay her head on Mason's arm and he knew for a fact he was going to end up with cramp but he couldn't find it in himself to get her to move.

"He won't. I want him to share my pillow."

"Don't blame me when you have his bum in your face." Wren gave a little giggle and he couldn't help himself from leaning over and playfully attacking her face with kisses again, his love for the little girl so overwhelming. “I love you and I promise I‘ll fight all the monsters that try to hide in your room.”

“Even the big ones?”

“Even the big ones.” Mason settled back behind her, his gaze shifting from his daughter to your still sleeping form and he was surprised you hadn’t been woken up yet. Wren took hold of his hand, her tiny fingers getting lost in his and he gently ran his thumb of her skin. “Why don’t you try and get some sleep and then we can do our monster hunting in the morning?”

“Can you tell me a story?”

“Which one?”

“A nice one, about a princess?” Mason hummed softly and pressed his nose against the top of her head.

“How about the one about Princess Wren going on her quest to save Barney from Declan the Dragon?”

[galactia]

Kaeya wanted to bristle at Diluc's remark. No, he wasn't a fool, but this had been a fool's errand, and look where it had gotten him. He could hear the way the rest of it played out, and there was a narrowing of his eyes. What would you have done? He wanted to bite back; it would have been harsher than he meant it to be, lashed out of frustration, worn down by pain, If you had been in my place, and they'd threatened me...

He knew the answer.

Kaeya did not have the energy for the squabble that would result, and it was clear Jean knew, and had no mind to indulge it. Her reprimand was clear. Kaeya took it while meeting her eye, neither apologizing for his choice, nor protesting. He had his reasons for facing The Knave alone, and as immense as his respect was for Jean, he doubted they'd be sufficient. He was almost certain negotiations would not have staved off an attempt on Diluc's life, but-... he hadn't weighed the possibility as well as he might have, had anyone else been in the line of fire.

Someone had said jump, and he had said where, and his eyes strayed for a moment as it settled a bit deeper into his mind. He hadn't been entirely irrational, but-... he could not say this had been his most rational decision, either. He glanced at his brother, and then away, before it could be noticed.

The exchange between Diluc and Jean resulted in-... much what he expected, but he lifted a brow nonetheless at the thought of anyone keeping Diluc cooped up, even within the wide and numerous halls of his own home. Kaeya himself being confined to a bed when The Knave had survived their altercation and was possibly planning another, different attempt to see her plans through, did not sit exactly well with him either, but he was realistic enough to know his choices were limited.

He had wounded her. She would need time to regroup, but if she redoubled her efforts...

"I suppose I've made the metaphorical bed." Kaeya remarked with some irony and a veil that thinly covered his strain, "I've got to lie in it. I do agree with Diluc on the matter of the orphanage, though-" He drew out, "not to exclusion of his own protection, of course."

He shivered, cold and hot, and uncomfortable. It was only natural for a fever to set in, what with the abuse his body had taken, and it had sprung sweat onto his brow. He hunched a bit deeper into the blanket Adelinde had draped over him. "Believe it or not, she was not the only one to draw blood. I think we will have a little time, at least, to consider both her and our next moves."

"Excuse me-" Elzer's voice cut in, "The Deaconess has arrived."

Barbara's entrance would put their discussion on hold. She swept in, bag of prepared supplies slung over her shoulder, eyes searching the scene before landing on Kaeya, "Captain Kaeya! Master Diluc, Acting Grand Master-" She greeted, as she hurried to his side.

"Ah-... heh, it looks worse than it is." Kaeya remarked, soothing, though not honest.

Barbara set about her work examining his wounds. He had to resist the instinctual urge to turn his head aside as she touched, gentle, at the laceration over his right eye. Blood somewhat obscured the already existing scars, but there was no denying the gold of his pupil, or the history written into his skin. She did not ask. He did not tell. As she observed the extensive, burned over laceration in his side, she insisted, "It looks as if you lost a lot of blood, Captain. You will need rest, after I am finished."

Her song wove the power of her vision into healing threads, and the pain slowly reprieved. Kaeya breathed out with it, and glanced down, as the wash of elemental energy subsided,

"I will not be able to prevent the scarring. I am sorry." Barbara offered, apologetic, but she reached into her bag, "However, there are several tonics to help soothe it, and one which I will insist you take-"

"Ah yes, duly noted, Lady Barbara. Thank you, for your care." Kaeya said, tone thin and tired, but sincere. The succession of pain made breathing far less taxing, but with it went the tension and some of what he had been using to keep himself lucid. He still felt... weak, cold, febrile, nothing some rest would no doubt solve.

Kaeya sunk back, onto the divan, "Before you go, m'lady, please see to Master Diluc's hand. It too was burned, and needs tending."

Of course, Kaeya took his time dancing around the question. He had always had a certain talent for avoiding questions he didn’t like or situations he’d rather not be stuck in—a skill taught to him for survival, Diluc knew—but when Kaeya was deeply wounded and surrounded by those who cared for him, there was nowhere he could go to avoid this interrogation. All he’d told Diluc before was that he’d picked a fight, and Diluc was just as curious as the rest to know who—or what—he’d lost to.

So… it was the Fatui. And no simple recruit, either, though Diluc hardly needed Kaeya’s confirmation. He and Kaeya had once fought Fatui side-by-side, and he was more than confident that Kaeya’s skill as a warrior had only grown since then. It would take more than a single Fatuus to take down Kaeya. Diluc placed one hand over his mouth, deep in thought, while Kaeya continued, revealing a covert mission to kill—

“Me.” Diluc met Kaeya’s gaze, as if he dared him to continue his story that could contain only pure foolishness. Because the Fatui wouldn’t send just anyone to fight Diluc Ragnvindr, scourge of Snezhnaya and slayer of the Tsaritsa’s chosen. His stomach seemed to harden into stone when Kaeya finally made his reveal.

The Knave. Arlecchino. Or, as so many Fatui now called her, Father. While some remained loyal to their predecessor, there was no shortage of unwavering loyalty for the newest ascendant to the role and, despite her inexperience compared to other Harbingers, The Knave was not one to be underestimated and she had earned a reputation for dirty, ruthless combat lacking in honor, but never effectiveness.

“You challenged a Fatui Harbinger to a duel—alone,” Diluc said with a disapproval that made every word seem to drag like heavy chains as he stepped out of the shadows at the edge of the room to stand by Kaeya once more, arms crossed over his chest. “You’ve never been a fool, Kaeya, but this…”

“Diluc,” Jean cut in. She was no less disappointed, but neither would she allow them to bicker. Looking back to Kaeya, she added, “Kaeya, you should have informed someone of your whereabouts. We could have set up a protective detail around the winery and negotiated.” If only you didn’t keep so much close to your chest. She shook her head. “But what’s done is done. I’ll add additional security to the city gates and the winery for now—”

“And the orphanage,” Diluc added, turning to lean back against a table, finally feeling the fatigue of too many hours awake and too much pressure in his head that felt more like a whistling kettle. “That’s what she’s really after. Move the children somewhere secure and put your security detail there. I can handle myself.”

Jean looked taken aback and cut him a matter-of-fact glare. “With all due respect, Sir, The Knave was here to kill you. We don’t need any more suicidal heroics.” She crossed her arms over her chest to match his stance. “In fact, I think it’s best that you stay here at the winery with Kaeya until further notice.”

Diluc almost laughed, breathing out a huff of disbelieving amusement. “You’re putting me on house arrest?”

“For your protection. Yes. And for Kaeya’s.” Her unwavering gaze dared him to object. And he didn’t.

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show me heaven, take me to hell︱okkotsu yuuta x f!reader

“Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore. He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.” a/n: this is my part for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab! i was really excited to write a fic with this prompt, and this collab was super fun so pls go check out the other writers involved!!! words: 3.7k warnings: ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+, noncon, somnophilia, virginity loss, rough-ish sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, choking for a quick moment, creampie, a little praise, heavy stalking & obsessive behaviour, gen. yandere themes

Yuuta liked to think he had control over his emotions—but peering down at you, he knew that was far from the truth. How those emotions manifested was what he could control, because if it weren’t for the steely expression cemented into his face, he’d be sure you’d know of all the debased things running rampant throughout his mind.

And yet, he doesn’t fear the falter in his masquerade right now.

You’re fast asleep, none the wiser to the looming figure of your boyfriend, locked onto the way your chest slowly rises and falls in a rhythmic manner. How his eyes nearly gloss over as they travel down the curves of your body, half exposed as you’ve only pulled the sheets up to settle around your waist.

Yuuta reminds himself to breathe, exhaling a little too shakily, wondering to himself how he’s made it this far. He was a damn good actor, and he knows that fact currently stood as the only thing that’s gotten him to where he is today.

If he thinks back, it’s hard to even find one moment out of all the time he’s spent with you in which he’d shown you his genuine self. Hell, the very first time you spoke to him wasn’t even honest. He remembers asking you your name after introducing himself, lying through his teeth because he already knew what your name was. Yuuta knew what rank you were (well below his), your cursed technique (too weak to really protect yourself), how long you’d been working alongside Gojo (two weeks―starting the day after Yuuta had gone overseas). But he still asked, enamoured with the way you bashfully looked down at your feet when he praised you for being able to put up with the white haired sorcerer so far.

Another lie―how he claimed he’d love to team up with you and show you around, when it was just to keep you as far from any real danger as possible.

But you didn’t know that, going along with each and every falsehood that left his mouth. Lie after lie, he’d draw on the knowledge of you he’d spent months gathering, gradually molding his character into whichever form earned those soft little gifts of affection. Becoming the person you wanted, the person you needed, slowly until you recognized him as someone special. Yuuta did everything right—only to be completely overwhelmed now that he had you alone.

Because of course suppressing himself wouldn’t work out in the long run. Burying the desire that felt goddamn near insatiable, ignoring the feeling of it festering, growing into something ugly and uncontrollable—the kind of thing he saw in others, and exactly what he was trying to protect you from. But Yuuta wouldn’t let himself believe that what you really needed protecting from was him, even though standing over you now, proof of that reality was finally beginning to surface.

Just for a second, maybe not even that, it crossed his mind—just a taste couldn’t hurt, right?

The bound passion he could never let see the light of day unraveled in the dead of night. You were just so tempting, blissfully unaware of the danger towering over you, a vulnerability that tore away at the seams of his self control.

Yuuta felt the first thread snap, a barely there fracture to spur his irreversible descent into self-destruction.

Moving without really even thinking of any future consequences, long fingers that were calloused from battle and endless training reached to where the sheets atop you rested. White, silken and gleaming under the moonlight, he carefully, calculatedly pulled them down your body. Letting it pool at the foot of the bed, he slowly appraised your sleeping form.

An almost inaudible curse left him, whispered under his breath—he didn’t even notice the way your sleeping shorts were discarded onto the floor before peeling back the sheets, but he couldn’t miss it now. Maybe...you wanted him to find you like this?

No...he knew you weren’t that daring. The two of you might be dating, but all those past insistences of not wanting to move too fast, dancing around intimacy like it was the bane of all evil alone told him that this naivety was genuine.

There was that, and the fact that you were staying in his guest bedroom. Too shy to sleep in the same bed, how cute. He was all too understanding just a few hours ago, leaving you for the night and planning on retiring to his room. Only he was drawn right back to where you lay, realizing it was yet another subconscious lie to tell you he was fine with taking things slow, giving you your space.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in this room—there was absolutely no way you planned on Yuuta finding you like this.

A voice in the back of his head warns him, tugging at his subconscious to leave you be. Yuuta ignores it for the first time, crossing a new boundary, knowing that it won’t be the last.

You’re sprawled on your back with the hem of your oversized shirt riding up just a little.

A little too much, he thinks, eyes travelling lower and lower until they land on the lace trim of your panties. Thin, adorned with a small bow at the top. His fingers itch, wanting to feel the fabric for himself, likely soft in comparison to his rough hands.

Yuuta props one knee up onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly with his weight. With one more glance, just to make completely sure you’re still fast asleep, he allows his fingers to trace up the inside of your leg. Gliding along your calf, then meeting the soft plush of your thigh. Your muscles don’t even twitch, unmoving as his hand gradually creeps higher, higher, higher.

All he needs is to be closer, something to tide him over until you’re willing to let him in. He wants to know just what it feels like to have you under him, little weaknesses you hold that nobody else knows of.

Just a taste, he reminds himself.

Yuuta peers down at you, relieved and on edge at the same time when the tips of his fingers brush against the cotton fabric of your panties. Ever so lightly, his ring finger dips lower, gently pressing against your clothed slit.

The heat between your thighs makes him shiver, warmth pulling him in impossibly closer. Your legs are spread just enough for Yuuta’s hand to fit perfectly in between them, almost invitingly so. He feels like all of his nerves are standing on end, vibrating as just the simplest touch has such a large effect on him.

It’s a familiar feeling, despite always looking at ease, he frequently had to mask these turbulent emotions inside him so that he didn’t scare you away, just as so many others did. This new sensation, not having to worry about constant control, it was unimaginably refreshing. He didn’t want it to end.

You don’t seem to be stirred in the slightest, which is good, because he’s not quite satisfied. The both of you did have a tiring day to be fair—now making you a heavy sleeper. Yuuta deems it a saving grace, curiosity unquelled in wanting to know how far he could push his luck.

That same singular finger travels along the dainty fabric, gently dragging up your folds until stopping at your clit. Experimentally pressing into it, Yuuta spots the way your brows just barely draw together for a moment. The sound of your breathing meets his ears, turned airy as your lips part when he begins rubbing back and forth, a light friction that makes your sensitive, untouched body react unconsciously as you continue to sleep.

Yuuta thinks for a second of how you touch yourself when you’re alone—if you do as he is now, teasing your clit, making you squirm at the light stimulation. You’re not waking up, but your body is still reactive even in this state. With how your panties hug the curves of your body, how he presses them into your heat, it’s not hard to see the small patch of your arousal already leaking through.

It’s cute, you’re so much more honest when you’re asleep.

An idea strikes him, coming more as an intrusive thought than anything helpful, but it’s dangerously enticing nonetheless—if he could make you cum without waking you up. Earn a glimpse of what he hoped you’d let him see eventually.

You look like you want it, chest rising and falling a little heavier, and when he pointedly nudges your clit with the smallest increase in force, your breath hitches.

It would be cruel to leave you like this—Yuuta isn’t a cruel man.

He’s doing this for you now, not himself. It’s repeated in his head, words reassuring as he slinks onto the bed. His grip is delicate, pushing your thighs apart a tad bit more, just enough to make room to lower himself between them.

Eye level with your heat, the scent of your arousal washes over him. He can’t help but place a few ghosted kisses on your inner thighs, a quick nip at the supple skin that leads to a trail of the same before his lips hover over the seat of your panties.

Through long lashes, he focuses on your face, almost shuddering with you as his tongue comes into contact with the patch of wetness, dampness growing as he licks a slow strip up over the cloth. Yuuta repeats the action—once, twice, three times, then loses count. His movements are slow, soft and steady, taking what he can get but soon becoming frustrated with the barrier in his way.

The hands placed on your thighs twitch, and it only seems logical that if he wants to finish what he started, he needs to make things a little easier for himself. An unnatural strength imbued with cursed energy flows through his palms. He’s eager, doing it without thinking, not realizing the force he puts behind his actions until the seams of your panties tear with almost no resistance.

Yuuta’s eyes widen slightly, because his plan was to merely push the fabric aside. But that problem can wait, especially when he can’t.

The offending fabric is casted aside, and Yuuta knows he wants to take his time. Testing the waters, his thumbs come up to spread apart your soaked folds, taking in the way your hole clenches around nothing as he gently blows cold air against it.

He’s not shocked to find your muscles twitching so easily now, reacting to every little thing he does. Not shocked, but it does make him greedy. It makes him want to abandon caution entirely. Taking his time turns out to be a lot easier said than done—when his tongue places a few kitten licks onto your clit, the near sinful whimper that escapes you has his lips latching on and sucking instead.

You’re always so quick to flee from him, Yuuta can barely get a lasting kiss in before you push him away. To hear that leave your mouth, intentional or not, it’s dangerous. He’s starved for intimacy, starting to lose sight on why he’s worked so hard to become close with you, drowning in the thoughts of why he instead wants to rip that safety he provides from you entirely just to see the things you keep hidden from him and everyone else.

There’s his own personal heat building, hips grinding into the mattress now and then to relieve the ache you don’t even know you’re causing in him so quickly. It doesn’t do much, if anything it only makes his resolve weaken, low groans making their way up his throat and sending soft vibrations onto your sensitive nub.

His tongue darts back out, flattening as your hips buck against his face, trying to gain more friction.

And all it tells him is that you want this—just as much as he does. You’ve never told him, but you don’t need to. Your body speaks for itself.

The wet muscle pushes past your entrance, Yuuta’s nose bumping your clit every time his head jerks when his tongue curls against your walls. From how your body tenses, the feeling unmistakable under his large hands, he can tell you’re getting close.

All the breathy sighs and whines leaving you, the overwhelming taste of you on his tongue and in his mouth, it clouds his judgment more and more as each second passes.

Yuuta forgets about the hard work he’s put in to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up choosing him over everyone else. You’re intoxicating, and he can’t get enough. There’s no such thing as just a taste, not when he’s stopped trying to hold back and instead starts trying to devour you.

You deserve more, he thinks, coating his ring finger with your slick, teasingly swirling it around your entrance before letting it sink into your heated pussy. It reaches far deeper than his tongue, and with a few thrusts, curling his finger inside you, Yuuta finds what he’s searching for as you tense hard around the slender digit. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Yet no matter what he does, it’s still not enough. He wants to watch you finally fall apart, wants you to stop pushing him away.

And he realizes, it’s not a want, but a need. One that can’t be satisfied as easily as he thought when he first removed the sheets from your unsuspecting body. Going so long ensuring that you wanted him and nobody else ended up having adverse effects, all this time spent putting you first had turned him selfish, and he didn’t quite care anymore.

He needs you—all of you, anything less for any longer and he might just go mad.

Yuuta can’t think straight to save his life, he’s hooked on the way your body shakes beneath him, adding another finger pumping in and out of you, groaning against your clit as he desperately ruts against the bed.

You’re responding so well, it only confuses him more as to why you haven’t let him take care of you sooner, as clearly you needed him like this. He can practically hear his name fall from your lips, airy and begging him for more.

His eyes are screwed shut, and yours are open.

“Ahh—Yuuta...wh—ngh”

Those calloused fingers know just how to make you shake in pleasure, not relenting as you suddenly cum around them. He feels your swollen clit throb, over and over against his tongue.

When you start to convulse, near pained whimpers leaving you, he finally stops.

He’s frozen for a moment, your full awareness dawning on him.

A sheen of sweat clings to you, chest heaving, heartbeat going a mile a minute and hammering against your ribcage. You were falling back down from the high that made you see stars, the closer to reality you got, the more you understood what had happened.

The fear would hit you first, and it’d be fast—you’d scream, fight, try to leave him.

Yuuta knew this, he knew you, and so he moved faster.

Before you could make another sound, panic rising in your throat, a firm hand clamps over your mouth.

And god, you look fucking terrified. Both hands flying up to push him away, nails biting into his wrist while tears begin to well in your eyes. Irises swirling with fear, confusion, betrayal.

It should make him feel guilty, it does—but it’s not enough to stop him from wanting to make it worse.

His palm stays cemented over your mouth, muffling your cries. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

It’s not, all your squirming does is grind against his aching cock. And he’s so far gone that he might as well go further—he doesn’t even try to stop you. The hand over your mouth pins you down well enough, your body so much weaker compared to his.

“M’sorry, just—fuck…”

You’re not calming down, struggling harder with each second that goes by while Yuuta fights to hold you still.

“It’s alright, baby, you’re okay.” With everything running through his mind, the only thing consistent and true is that he has to be inside you. 

His free hand grips the waistband of his sweats and boxers, hastily pulling them both down at the same time. He hisses when the cold air of the room meets his cock, slapping against his abdomen. He’s already in between your legs, and you’re still trying to get away, hips lifting off the sheets as your legs helplessly kick. Your movements are uncalculated, frantic—it’s an accident when his cock brushes against your heat.

You squeal at the contact, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him from rutting against you, length sliding between your folds and coating him in your slick. A slight shudder runs through you as the tip of his cock catches on your puffy clit, repeatedly nudging it with each thrust.

It’s not enough. Not before, not now, he can’t seem to satisfy whatever want inside him has broken loose, and you’re forced to deal with it all because he couldn’t keep himself in check.

“Just relax, okay? Gonna make you feel good...promise you—”

Yuuta practically chokes on his words, lining himself up with your entrance, unable to stop his hips from pushing himself inside you all in one go. Blood rushing behind his ears drowns out the sound of your whimpers, lost in the way you keep sucking him back in when he goes to pull out. So goddamn tight—Yuuta’s glad he’s made sure he was the first to get to you, despite the circumstances.

He’s a mess, you’re a mess, it’s sloppy and it’s perfect, because the quick back and forth of his hips goes so deep that he’s grinding against your clit with each thrust. Your whines are in tandem with his movements, pain mixing with the building warmth spreading throughout you.

The body draped over yours is so much larger, broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight as Yuuta keeps himself propped up above you with a hand beside your head. The one over your mouth disappears, lightly wrapping around your throat for better purchase instead.

It’s too easy to lose himself now, letting his guard down—and you jump at the chance.

There’s a shove to his chest, and then he’s being kicked down the bed. The door is on the adjacent side of the room and so to make quick time you scramble across the bed sheets. Of course, a hand too cold clamps around your ankle, and it feels like he’s about to crush the bone beneath when Yuuta drags you back.

All your pleas go ignored, and he’s suffocating as your body is pinned against the bed by his own.

A lanky yet toned arm snakes around your waist, lifting your hips to meet his. “Just a bit—” there’s a pause, groaning as he drives his cock right back into your pussy, “—bit longer…”

Yuuta hasn’t completely forgotten why he decided to take things this far, his free hand reaching down to toy with your clit. With the new angle, his cockhead hits that soft, spongy patch that has your walls fluttering around his length.

Your fighting spirit diminishes more and more, not much strength to begin with in how you were woken up, only worsened by the way the coil in your stomach keeps tightening. When you go to shove the arm wrapped around your body, it’s not genuine, not completely at least. You’re overwhelmed just as much as him, and letting it happen doesn’t seem all that bad.

Slick is dripping down your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room alongside his grunts and your airy moans.

There’s a shake in your body, legs unable to keep themselves up as your voice breaks through the noise. “Yuuta...p-please…”

It doesn’t matter what it is you’re begging for exactly, but he tries to console you anyways. “I’m right here, baby. Just let go for me…”

The pads of his fingers press harder circles around your clit as the cant of his hips picks up.

You’re reaching your end, unmistakable in the way you tighten around his length, your muscles contracting and releasing. Yuuta is right behind you, thrusts growing erratic, barely pulling halfway out before sinking in again.

“Ah—that’s it, cum for me, good girl—”

There’s a moment where you go quiet, body locking up and mouth opening into a silent scream. It’s enough to have Yuuta’s body reacting much the same, a harsh ‘fuck’ leaving his lips before painting your walls white. There’s no thought to pull out, just that he wants to relax with you in his arms.

You’re trembling, aftershocks washing over you in waves, especially when he slowly drags his cock out and past your g-spot before leaving you empty.

Yuuta finally releases you from his hold, watching as you slump pitifully into the mattress. There’s a trail of his cum leaking down your slit, a little pool of it forming on the sheets. You look absolutely ruined, face turned and smushed against the bed—he can see the tears heavily wetting your cheeks, mouth agape as your chest heaves.

And he just...stares. Somewhat out of breath himself, hunched over, unmoving otherwise while realization crashes down on him.

You’d never forgive him, you’ll leave the second you get the chance. What Yuuta’s done to you is irreversible.

...As far as you know.

It’s always been like this, he thinks. Yuuta keeps you endlessly in the dark, meticulous pre-planning to make sure you’re protected always. And so he steps away, tucks himself back into his boxers, pulling up his sweats and grabs his phone. It looks like you’ve pretty much fallen asleep, which makes his job easier.

Plan A through Z, Yuuta has something to fall back on no matter what.

The screen illuminates his face, fingers swiping until Inumaki’s contact shines back at him. The cursed speech user owes him a favour, and there’s no time more perfect in Yuuta’s mind than now to cash it in.

A deep sigh from him sounds throughout the room—you won’t remember this happened, none of it. Yuuta will clean you up before Inumaki arrives, use reverse cursed technique to handle any wounds you may have, and then he’ll have his friend make you forget anything past going to bed.

While he still wants to keep you safe, keep you pure—it’s no longer for the same reasons. 

Darkened eyes land on your weakened form, and Yuuta knows this won’t be enough for him. You’ll push him away, he’ll get impatient...the rest is predictable, to say the least.

His message sends, phone turning black. 

Somehow, he’ll need to find a way to earn more favours.