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gardens-light · 7 months ago

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Opposites Attract

Unlike his friend, D16 often kept his head down and followed protocol. Going through his usual routine one cycle after another, only stepping out of his normality whenever Orion Pax needed to be pulled out of trouble. Yet... he'd be lying, if he ever said his optics never occasionally drifted towards the one thing he's wanted. You. The High Guard that had stolen his spark, who's beauty could only be compared to the sparkling towers of Iacon. Something he could never touch and never to keep. For he accepted the fact you both were from different worlds. Something that not even one of the 'great plans' of Orion Pax could change... right...?

Content: D16/Megatron TFO x F/Cybertronian Reader. Fluff.

Toiling away under the flickering lights and constant hum of machinery. The cavernous walls of the mine glittered with the veins of energon, their iridescent glow faintly illuminating the surroundings.

As the others grinded away at the seams of energon, Orion Pax's gaze flickered up at D16, noticing the distracted expression upon his faceplate.

"Hey D. You ok?"

Startled and snapping out of his daze, D16 briefly looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he replied dismissively, casually returning his blank gaze back to the task at hand.

"You know I've got your back. Right...?"

"I know, I know you do, Orion. It's just... it's nothing. Really."

Orion lowered his tools, placing a hand on D16's shoulder as his movements became a bit more forceful, as if he was trying to take out his frustration on the cave walls.

Stiffening under his friend's touch, finally taking a moment of pause as he met Orion's concerned gaze.

"It's just... it's stupid. I honestly don't know why I'm even bothered by it." A heavy sigh escaped D16's lips, dropping his tools and leaning against the rocky wall behind him. "I... bumped into someone this morning before shift. It was a little thing really, but the simple shock of it... the shock of realizing who it was... I-I've never seen her in person before, only from the holos, but... Primus, Orion. She was... perfect!"

"Don't give me that look." He groaned, seeing the faint smile tugging on Orion's faceplate. "It's not like I have a chance with her. There's no universe where she'd be slightest bit of interested in some lowly mech like me-"

"C'mon D... don't be like that-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth and you know it." D16 pushed himself off the wall and resumed his work. Wielding his tools with more force than necessary. The sharp ringing of metal against stone echoed throughout the cavern.

"Because there's gotta be more to life than just... this!" Orion protested, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you want to try and be more than what we're 'supposed' to be?-"

"What else are we supposed to be, then?!" D16 scowled, swinging his tool once more, causing a shower of sparks to fly up. The glow of the energon-flecked rock reflected off the planes of his face, casting deep shadows under his optics. For a brief moment, the harsh environment seemed to aged his otherwise youthful features. "We're miners! Built for this! Just because you have grand dreams and aspirations, doesn't mean the rest of us do!"

Orion flinched, pausing for moment before finding his voice again. "You're... not seriously gonna just admire this femme from afar...? I-I've seen the way you look at her. You adore her!-"

"It doesn't matter, Orion. She's far beyond me. I'm... just a simple miner, and she's a High Guard. There's no point in even entertaining the thought that I could ever... be with her."

"Why not? Who says you couldn't? You're just as good as any mech!-"

"Oh yeah! I'm sure she'd be enthralled by my rugged charm and the coal dust that's constantly clinging to my frame!" D16 bitterly laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet she'd swoon over the grease stains on my servos. And of course, the highlight! My endless stories of energon extraction- it just gets the femmes going every time! Clearly!"

Grinding away at the cavern wall, using the repetitive motion of his tools against the stone to distract him from the thoughts spinning through his processor. The dull ache in D16's servos felt like a welcomed relief compared to the turmoil in his spark. A small thorn of guilt pricked at his circuits, as he caught Orion's somber expression within the corner of his optic.

Both fell into a tense silence, the only sound of steady rhythmic clang of metal on stone dragging out till the end of their long shift.

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Eventually the twelfth hour came to an end, D16 and Orion headed to the nearest exit along with their fellow miners. Grimy from the day's work, their servos stained and joins sore from exertion. D16 stretches lazily, trying to work out the kinks in his wiring, rolling his neck and shoulders as he walked beside Orion.

Raising an optic ridge, following his friend's gaze. D16's spark practically stutters when he spots you not far in the distance. A sweet smile framing your lips, as you spoke to another High Guard, your polished form standing out against the dingy backdrop of the mining station. D16's spark pulsed within it's chamber, sending zaps of electricity throughout his circuits, as if you're a magnet drawing him in. As you turned away from your fellow High Guard, the silver miner quickly avoided eye contact, secretly hoping you didn't notice him as he stared at the floor.

Hiding his mischievous smile, Orion slowed his pace a little. His gaze stubley peering up at you every so often, as the gap between you and his friend gradually closes. Secretly positioning himself slightly behind you, Orion quickly pushed you into D16.

His optics widen as you came crashing down on top of him, your sudden weight causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back with a surprised 'oof.'

"H-Hey! Watch where you're..." oh... Primus...

Subtle warmth slowly raised beneath his faceplates, as passers by raised an optic ridge at your... rather compromising position. Your tall yet slender frame caging D16 beneath you, while his servos hovered awkwardly above your waist.

"Ow..."

A jolt of electricity shot through him, a gasp slipping past his lips as your weight shifted onto his legs, straddling his lap. His servos itched towards your thighs, his amber optics watching the grime and dirt rub off onto your otherwise flawless paintwork. Quickly glancing up at you with an apologetic expression, as your optics flickered open.

"By the AllSpark! Are you ok?" your melody tone was filled with concern, as your soft gaze met his. "I-I honestly don't know what happened."

Taking a moment to collect himself, D16's servos involuntary slowly slid up and down your thighs. "I'm... I'm fine. No harm done... are you alright?"

A subtle heat rose to your faceplates, making them warm to the touch, as your optics flickered down at your thighs. Feeling the miner's calloused servos subconsciously caress your sooth metal.

Following your shy gaze, embarrassment flushed across D16's features. Quickly pulling his servos away and scrambling to sit up properly, his chassis brushing against yours. His optics nervously darting around, attempting to avoid your gaze while his spark wildly pulsed within its chamber.

Both raising onto your peds, and after a brief moment of hesitation. The miner's gaze slowly trailed up your form, as you brushed off the coal dust and grime.

"Primus... s-sorry about that." A pang of guilt struck his inner-circuits, while D16 fussed over you. His spark skipping a beat as you gave him a sweet smile. The warmth of your body made his processor go all fuzzy, not being able to string a single thought.

"Thank you-"

"D! There you are! I've been looking for you." Orion's cheerful voice interrupted. Pulling his usual warm smile, ignoring his friend's annoyed glare as Orion wrapped an arm around D16's shoulders. "Please forgive my clumsy friend, ma'am. If you'll allow it, he'd would like to properly apologize for this whole inconvenience. Perhaps over some energon? His treat, of course."

What?! D16's optics widened, as his glare narrowed onto his friend. For sparks sake, Orion! Now isn't the time to conjure up one of your 'master plans!'

You held up your servos. "Oh... that's very sweet. But he doesn't-"

"Nonsense. He insists. Right, buddy?"

Not wanting to bring anymore attention, than Orion already did. D16 slowly nodded, as an irritated huff escaped him.

His optics flickered towards you, as your sweet chuckles came to his audio receivers. Clearly finding somewhat some form of amusement, as the miner obviously looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Very well... if he insists. U-Um... when?"

"How about this evening?" Orion's smile widened, clapping a hand upon D16's shoulder, who subtly cringed under his friend's touch. "D knows a great energon bar down the way, The Cranked Gear. Very laid-back atmosphere, perfect for a casual... meeting."

The warmth beneath D16's plates rose, as he caught a glimpse of your sweet smile. Your soft gaze roaming over his frame, "sounds great. See you later... D."

"What. The. Fragg was that?!" the silver miner snapped once you were out of earshot. A mixture of disbelief and frustration etched into his faceplates, "you set me up!"

"Hey... I was just trying to help." Orion held up his servos in surrender. "Plus, it proves you have a chance with her-"

"Are you kidding me? There's no chance!" D16 threw his servos up in exasperation, his inner-circuits coiling with tension. "She's a High Guard. I'm a cogless miner-bot. We're practically from different worlds! What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and make a fool of myself?"

A weak smile came to Orion, shrugging as he tried to give D16 some form of reassurance. "From... what I've heard. You kinda just... sit there and talk when you're on a date."

"Gee, thanks for the helpful advice." D16 frowned, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "I'll just sit there and chat about the weather and my thrilling work in energon extraction." A low groan escaped his lips, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why or how I let you talk me into things, y'know..." This is gonna be a disaster.

Later That Evening

Rocking upon his heels, shifting nervously from pede to pede. A subtle hopeful expression etched upon his features, as D16 glanced around for you.

No sign of her yet...

Taking a deep breath, trying to steady his spark and nerves. While his processor ran through potential conversation topics, attempting to prepare something interesting to say. A sigh escaping his lips, as D16 looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of his frame. His rough, dull plating starkly stood out against the sleek finish of the other mechs in the vicinity.

Hopefully... she's not too put off by my rough exterior-

"Good evening... hopefully you haven't been waiting long."

Your soft tone snapped him out of his thoughts, his wide eyed stare roaming over your newly polished figure. "No! Uh, I mean... no. I just got here... you look..."

"What...?" you quickly looked down at yourself. Examining particular spots over your frame, "do I still have coal dust on me or something?"

"No! No! You look good. Great, even. Better than great!" fragging idiot. "Um... shall we...?"

Giving him a brief smile, you followed D16's lead into the bar. Sunken ceiling lights lit the area with a warm, gentle hue. The atmosphere bustling with chatter and laughter. Making your way through the clutter of tables and chairs, D16 could practically feel the surprised and confused expressions of the patrons, as they took in your presence.

He knew that the pair of you must make quite the duo, a miner and a High Guard. While guiding the way through the bar, his optics narrowed onto the nearest bots, silently daring them to say something. Leading you to a more secluded booth in the far corner, the lights became slightly more dim, creating more intimate feel. While the patrons chatter reduced to lulled muffle.

Your smile slightly widened, as D16 pulled out a seat for you. Politely waiting til you were settled before taking a seat opposite you.

"So... uh... how was your day?" his voice was uncharacteristically low, while his digits anxiously fidgeted wit the edge of the table. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Come on!

"Um... alright. Nothing out of the ordinary."

The awkward tension slowly eased into the space between you, as D16's processor scrambled for a new topic.

"That's good... My shift down in the mines was pretty normal. Just the... usual amount of ore. No issues with the equipment- well, one drill malfunctioned. But we fixed it quick enough."

D16's spark nervously pulsed through his wires, as you flashed him a weak smile. Replying with a simple nod, "oh... um, sounds... eventful? Would you... like to order some energon?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I, uh, should probably warn you though. The stuff they serve here isn't exactly the most refined. It's... got a kind of a bite to it."

After answering with shrug, D16 took the cue to approach the nearby bar. The bartender passed him the drinks with a knowing glance, only to be greeted with the miner's glare in return. Knowing full well that the whole bar was undoubtedly watching him, make his way back to you.

Settling himself back into his seat, carefully sliding your drink towards you. As he took a sip from his own, the smooth taste a momentary distraction from the awkward tension.

Noticing your half-hearted smile, a pang of guilt thumped within his spark. This a complete fragging diseater! Why can't I say anything? I can practically feel this whole thing already crashing and burning in front of me!-

"What's... that on your shoulder?"

"Huh?" D16 followed your gaze, briefly noticing you pausing from your drink. A subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as embarrassment swept through his frame. "Oh, uh, that's just... a sticker. My friend, Orion put it there a while ago, and I... forgot to remove it-"

"Oh no. Don't remove it." The tone of your voice peaked a little, as your gaze softened. Admiring the sticker's holographic shine. "It looks good on you. You should see my stasis pod in my private quarters."

A shy smile lit up his features, as D16's spark fluttered within it's chamber. "Y-You... you think so? I, uh... I appreciate that. And... what's on your stasis pod?"

"My favorite, Solus Prime. But I promise it's only a small sticker."

"Ah, a Solus fan, eh?" a small chuckle escaped his lips. Optics shining with a glimmer of amusement. "Not too shabby. Can't blame you, she was a badass warrior. And... only a small sticker, you say?"

Holding up your servo, almost pinching the air between your thumb and index digit. "This small. Nothing too crazy."

"Oh, phew." A light laugh escaped his lips, as D16 mockly wiped an invisible bead of condensation upon his forehelm. "I was worried you had her face on a full sized wall mural. But just a little sticker? That's much more reasonable."

Your sweet chuckles rung through the air between the pair of you, like a sweet melody. Lifting the awkwardness that lingered before, finally giving him the chance to actually feel connected with you.

Feeling a bit more emboldened, D16 continued. "Seriously. Solus is a solid choice. But I'd have to go with Megatronus, personally."

Raising an optic ridge, while tilting your helm to the side. "What draws to you him?"

Leaning back in his seat, a look of admiration sparkled within his optics. "Well, apart from being the most fearsome warrior in Cybertron's history. He was also a brilliant strategist! He could take on any opponent and come out on top! Plus, he's just... so incredibly powerful. Unstoppable really! I guess I've... always looked up to him for that kind of strength."

A small smile teased the corner of your lips, trying to hide it behind your cup. "That's very true. I gotta admit that he's a total badass."

"Oh. He's definitely a badass! I remember reading tales about his battles against the Quintessons, and let me tell you. They're the stuff of legend! He could take on an entire army by himself and come out with nothing but a scratch."

"Careful." Your teasing tone purred. "Your fanboy is showing."

The warmth beneath his faceplates grow even more, as embarrassment crept back into his frame. Clearing his vocal processor, attempting to return to his usual demeanor while his spark skipped a beat. "What? I'm just stating facts."

Taking the last sip from your drink, your soft gaze trailed down his chassis. D16 subconsciously shifts his body, covering his cogless chamber. His spark pulsing more, avoiding your gaze while taking another mouthful of his drink.

A lull ache pulsed throughout your frame, guilt jabbing your at your spark. "Forgive me... I-I shouldn't have starred-"

"It's... It's fine." The lull ache within you begun to painfully prick at your spark, as D16's words held a more rougher edge than he intended. "You were just curious. I don't blame you."

A subtle blanket of awkward silence slowly crept back into the air, as hesitation temporarily stole your words. A flicker of surprise flashed within D16's optics, as his soft gaze noticed your servo edging closer to him across the table. Breath almost got stuck in his vents as he met your optics, the colour shining with genuine curiosity and a hint of compassion.

The question swirling within your processor, softly escaped your lips in just above a whisper. "Can I...?"

Answering with a simple nod. D16 flinched slightly as you touched his cogless chamber, as if bracing himself for judgement or ridicule. Yet your expression remained soft, a hint of... affection? Flickering within your optics. As your digits gently traced the otter rim of his circular chamber, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. The gesture surprisingly tender, as he found himself relaxing under your touch.

"It's... It's a pretty pathetic sight... isn't it?"

Another prang of guilt pulsed throughout your inner-circuits, as you picked up the subtle shame hiding within D16's words. "What? No! No, of course not. Just... different..."

"Different? That's one way to put it." D16's tone held a bitter edge, while a scoff escaped him. "I mean... look at me. A cogless miner bot. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian."

Great... Hanging his head low, a heavy sigh escaped him. Why did you steer the conversation in that direction? You idiot!-

Crunch!

Snap!

D16's optics widened as he witnessed you tear away a small section of your forearm. His puzzled gaze flickering to the soft smile upon your lips, your optics shining with kindness as an idea crossed your processor.

"Wait! What are you doing?-"

Your soft smile, sweetened as you leaned back in your seat. Purposely positioning yourself just out of his reach, while you worked on the scrap piece of metal. Only taking a few moments to flatten it, using the table's edge to smooth and round off the edges, before holding up the now makeshift disk for inspection.

"I... know it's not real." D16's spark fluttered within his chassis, as his wide optics met your loving gaze. His breath hitching as you reached across the table, placing the makeshift disk into his empty cog chamber. "But maybe... a part of me could be... your 'cog?'"

Staring down at the makeshift 'cog' which now rested in the chamber, a hopeful pulse beat through your inner circuits as your spark skipped.

For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express the swirling emotions within his spark. Surprise, gratitude, affection... They all crashed together in a wonderful mess.

"I-I... I don't know what to say. This is..." D16 slowly placed a servo over his cog chamber, feeling the shape of his new 'cog' inside.

The act itself wasn't just incredibly kind but... surprisingly intimate. The fact that you would willingly give up a part of yourself for him. To make him feel more... complete.

I-I... would never believed... never have imagined...

H-Have I... overstepped somehow? You nervously swallowed a lump in your vocal processor. Was it too much?

But the invisible tug upon the corners of his lips, was enough to slowly calm your racing spark. For he couldn't help but stare at you in quiet awe, as D16's processor still reel from your act. He gently reached a servo across the table, resting it atop your own. A silent gesture of gratitude and affection, while his optics met yours.

"Th-This... was unexpected- wonderful! Thoughtful! But just... unexpected..." he lowly spoke. "How could I ever thank you?"

"Well..." your sweet smile turned slightly flirty, as your thumb caressed D16's knuckles. "Maybe... you could demonstrate your strength to me? I... heard miners are strong."

D16's faceplates heats up at your flirtatious tone, a rush of nervous excitement tingles pulsed throughout his frame.

"O-Oh..." his amber optics glanced around the bar, making sure nobody was eavesdropping as he returned your smile. "And... how would you like me to demonstrate that? Perhaps somewhere more... private?"

Butterflies entangled your wires, as D16's servo took yours in a slightly tighter grip. "Where did you have in mind?"

His breath hitched a little, feeling you checking him out. The touch of your servo beneath his sent a shiver through his circuits. Gradual confidence filled his spark, as he leaned in a bit further, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "I know a secluded spot not too far from here. It'll give us all the privacy we need for a... rigorous demonstration."

"Sounds perfect."

D16 gives you a sly smile, his frame buzzing with anticipation as you softly bit your bottom lip. Sliding out of the booth, his optics meeting yours. Extending a servo out to you, a silent offer to follow him. "This way gorgeous."

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naffeclipse · 9 days ago

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In the Pale Lunacy

Chapter 1: The Count

Vampire!Moon x Female!Reader

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For one year, you have searched for the brothers who vanished into the night without a whisper. For one year, letters, pleas, and visits to powerful persons have spared you no answer to what became of the family you adore and the man you fell in love with. After many refusals to give up your scouring, you feel the weight of the town's condemnatory gaze, pitying you for a madness most grievous. But then you meet a most haunting automaton count, and you find the ghost of the man you've sought out all this time.

Word Count: ~16,400 Warnings: Check tags!

A/N: Welcome! This will be a small novella consisting of three chapters involving Vampire!Moon and a female reader in Twilight-esque levels of drama and romance. It's got all the moodiness of Dracula with a healthy dose of hauntings from the past and a side of pining from lovers who have changed.

Happy (early) Birthday @pure-plum! You have been such an inspiration for this part of the series, and I want to dedicate this to you on such a fine day <3

A special thank you to @jackofallrabbits for beta reading!

#in the pale lunacy #moon fnaf #moon x reader #moon x y/n #female!reader #vampire!moon #ao3 link #happy birthday plummy!!!#hope you have a good one <3 #so this is actually one day early but i figured it would give you some time to read it hehe #naff writing #midnight flowers #a garden of garlic

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 year ago

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oh. oH. OHHH !!!!! reference to that old post in which you said sun picks apart cotton balls when hes stressed so he doesnt mess up his rays ??? very nice. we love slowly tying in more lore. i am in love w your comic rn megmeg. seriously. you are incredible :D

good callback ;)

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asunflowerana · 8 months ago

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g'morning, my pretty wife

hope you had a nice dream. you probably did, since you wouldn't wake up this morning even with the bunch of kisses I left on your face. you deserve the rest babe, especially with how quick weekends seems to pass now.

I headed out early to jog with bokuto and samu before practice, but I promise I won't miss our lunch later. you said you wanted to show me that thai place you found last week, right? can't wait to meet you there, sweetheart.

no skipping breakfast again, alright? if you're late, just call me and I'll order you some uber or something to get you to work. I know you get worried, but you need to eat at least something before leaving. don't want my princess feeling unwell later, got it? you know that I worry for you, and I'm sure you don't want me to freak out like last time.

love you with all my heart, baby. have a good day today.

with love,

your husband atsumu.

#garden: love letter #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #weekly tulips

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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 days ago

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𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇⠀᜔🧊ᮬႚ

🍓ೃ࿔ post-shibuya scarred!nanami kento x pregnant fem!reader

🍓ೃ࿔ being pregnant during the summer can be unpleasant, but you and your husband find a good way to cool down. 💦

🍓ೃ࿔ words: 3.2k

🍓 ೃ࿔ cw: minors dni, pregnancy, temperature play, smut, p w minimal plot, oral f receiving, fingering, nudity, brief oral m receiving, cum play? fluff, scarred post shibuya!nanami kento.

🍓ೃ࿔ a/n: self indulgent hell basically. thank you @ambiguouslady42 for the beta & encouragement as always 💗 ilysm!! my first time writing something like this so idk but enjoy anyway.

༘ ₊ ˚ . sparkle dividers~@/anitalenia, strawberries~ @/strangergraphics. ice symbol~ @/lilac-dreamxxz

The melody of cicadas flutters gently through the screen window of the master bedroom in the farmhouse. The sky is shrouded in a cloak of hushed indigo with scattered stars sprinkled haphazardly in smokey clusters. The sun disappeared but the heat lingered, bathing the countryside in a humid blanket that clung stubbornly to the Earth as summer made its hasty descent with the rolling essence of salt mingled in the breeze from the ocean that dwelled past the horizon.

You were doing your best to seek the coolness of what the soft whirring fan at the base of your bed afforded you. Your five month baby bump is cradled against the soft nooks of your pregnancy pillow as you both lay completely naked, nose to nose with your husband, Kento, homemade strawberry lemonade in a jar with a straw he holds steady for you as you take slow sips.

The muddled fresh strawberries mix perfectly with the sugar as the ice cubes tinkle against the glass, leaving the taste of early summer on your lips. You sigh with a bit of refreshed relief, before going right back in for more.

Kento can't help but chuckle, proud to enable your pregnancy cravings and that you apparently love this recipe in particular, mentally bookmarking it for a later time and hoping that this will do the trick to allow you a bit of reprieve from the relentless heat that pestered you all day.

"Don't forget." He reminds you, shaking a bottle of antacid pills as he pours one into your outstretched palm.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You mumble as you throw it back, taking a sip from the glass of water he has waiting for you when you do, sweetly tapping his foot with your own in that adorable way you always did since the stuffy heat and the sweat wouldn't permit cuddling, but you desired to touch him anyway.

"Of course." He murmurs, barely skimming your bottom lip with his finger as he takes the glass away.

The affection in his expression is unmistakable despite the patches of scarring on his left side, more expressive now that he allowed it to be free of his usual eye patch, such a relaxed side of him you blessed the stars every night for allowing you to be the one afforded the precious privilege of venerating every morning when the sun surged over the rain-laden clouds to tranquil evenings like this one before your eyelids dusted with sleep.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Aghh, it's still hot as hell..." You groan, shifting uncomfortably in search of a better position that would at least alleviate the ache in your lower back, anything at this point to get your mind off the laundry list of discomforts you were experiencing with this summer pregnancy.

Kento's heart twists with concern at seeing you in such a state, glancing down at the empty jar of ice cubes. He takes one between his fingers, softly skimming it over your forehead.

"Shit, Ken!"

You jump by the sudden burst of cold, but your breathing adjusts into the foreign sensation. The stifling heat fades away underneath the area where the cube is gently soothing.

"Oh, that..."

"Better?" He whispers, running the ice cube along the outline of your face, to the ridge of your jaw.

You just nod, gasping softly in response and closing your eyes as he carefully allows the ice to travel lower, the salt from your sweaty skin causing it to melt ever so gradually. The coolness trickles and leaves you with a satisfying effect that finally starts to assauge the stifling heat that had afflicted you.

You slowly open your eyes to be met with the attentive stare of his, that eases ever so slightly when it makes contact with your own. He can't help the deep seated stir in his loins born out of intimacy and care, the kind that needs no grand declaration and unravels only when you look at him like that in the solitude of your bedroom, particularly when you were in such an open state as this, glowing and naked, divinity emanating so freely with the softness of pregnancy despite your assertions otherwise.

It is a fact he has all but accepted by now that would always seize him without warning despite the years of love you had under your belt together.

He leans closer and drags the ice cube over your lips, tracing where they pout at their fullest, to the dainty corners, his own lips parting in mirrored response between your hushed breaths.

He can't deny his attention wandering to the little details, the trickle from the melted ice now dripping down your chin to the alluring juncture of your bare, beautiful neck, the dainty diamond necklace that resides there glitters mutely in the dull light and the gold chain glistens from the beads of sweat.

"Go lower."

He smirks as you dare him, unable to turn down such a lovely request. He groans as the payoff of such indulgence is immediate and very very apparent in all the little reactions you start to give him.

Your lovely eyelashes quake with flutters as he glides the ice between valley of your supple breasts. Your balmy lips fall open and shuddered breaths catch in a broken cadence that resemble moans and he feels himself immediately harden.

That soft, telltale wrinkle between the corner of your eyebrows has him sit up, leaning over you as the ice he's guiding with his fingertips traces deftly to your left nipple.

The response is almost immediate as your areola hardens with constellations of goosebumps that spread in a map to the expanse of surrounding skin. The silky bud grows perky and wet as the ice glazes over it from the contrast in your body temperature. Your sensitivity is skyrocketed at this time as your body made preparations to milk for your newborn baby, sending little pulses of pleasure that extended in ebbing waves all throughout your body.

You don't restrain your moans this time as you let them flow out of you like the rambling stream that courses beyond the walls of your farmhouse that shield your sounds from the outside world, spurring and coaxing him like the hypnotic call of a siren from the neighboring sea as he teases the ice in a slow circle.

Kento's eye is hooded under his impossible arousal that makes him leak from his scarred cockhead, uncut and swollen as it pulses to life between his long legs. But, the heady satisfaction he feels from being the cause of your pleasure makes him more than willing to wait, willing to bask in this gorgeous display of you wallowing in ecstasy under his watch, by his doing, and on his own sweet time that slowly scratched that unceasing itch he had to possess you in every way that he could.

He decides to leave the ice right there, almost nothing more than a melted chip as he balances it perfectly atop the center of your breast, flitting his wet fingertips along the squishy flesh before he brings them to his own mouth, unable to resist taking a good lick of the essence you left behind.

You grow keenly aware of the frosty sensation as it rests on your nipple, but it gives way quickly to something completely warm, warm and gooey like the building slick between your thighs that is of much greater interest to you in this steamy moment, like your husband's gorgeous, scarred body that hovers over you now with his solid frame of lean muscle he refined and worked in the sun, day after day in this piece of rural rainy heaven you carved out as your own.

You watch, spellbound by the precision of his fingers as he controls the second piece of ice, slowly from the top of your head, to the curve of your nose where it affectionately bumps the tip, to the nubile pout of your lips, down your chin and along the same valley the previous had endeavored, circling and swirling around the delectable nipple of your right breast until it comes to a rest on top just like the left.

"Oh, just look at you..." He massages your hips in an effort to not pull out his cock and stroke himself. Somehow his unequivocal patience would not depart him even when you were spread out so flawlessly like an offering.

The soft ice dissipates into rivulets that coat your breasts like the drops of dew that clung to the grass every morning when he ventured outside, the weeping trails like strings of raindrops that drifted from the mountain tops of your budding, enlarged nipples like the bumbling rivers of milk that would eventually pour from them when you gave birth to his baby cradled in your growing belly.

Your stretchmarks ran along your bump like twines of wild greenery, the most emerald ivy, electrified divinity that compells him to worship from the halo of your hair, to the swell of your hips, to the shine of your velvet sex that began to peek from between your wet folds and he groans as your back arches underneath him.

You look up at Kento, precious diamonds in an infinite arrangement of your ring catching in the light as you place a hand on his abs that flexed and twitched under his manhood, swinging and heavy underneath where the mosaic of scars from his left bled into the terrain of his polished right. He pops one more ice cube in his mouth without a word, his hand finding yours and giving it a soft squeeze before he pins it next to your head.

Now, his intentions are apparent as the ice between his lips ventures quickly past the trails he marked on your breasts and moves swiftly down your belly.

Your clit pulses and aches with need and you moan as he draws a circle around your belly button, allowing the convex of your belly to make the water dribble down and scarcely avoid your mound. The wispy hairs that sprout from your sex shudder underneath the cold, throbbing with a primal craving to be rubbed, licked, and fucked.

Kento sits back on his heels, panting as the precum from underneath the hood of his cock sears with more driblets, gathering the wetness that seeped into your pubes and distributing it just along the outside of your sleek folds, sucking hard on the ice cube for just a few more moments before he carefully brings his lips to your clit.

The glossy tip of the cube sweetly skims over your soft pearl and you immediately clench, your toes curling and the tousled cream colored sheets of the bed gather in your fists. He maps the outer parts of your smooth labia with the ice, running and massaging the cool between the honey that drools steadily from your needy pussy.

You moan gratuitously, sweetly purring and angelically sighing as you comb and run your fingers through his silky locks of pale yellow.

"Ohhhh I love you so much, Ken...mmmph so, so fucking good..."

Your words pierce his soul and they swell in the parts of his heart that your name is scorched into as every reverberation of the divine sounds you moan echo to limits that surpassed his ever exceeding threshold of tenderness he harbors for you.

The lustful haze you have him under is slowly making it hard for him to function. He's intoxicated off of this moment, off of the raw carnality your body is conjuring all for him. He places the ice in the alcove of your belly button, kissing it farewell before he goes right back to feasting.

His mouth is chilled but his breath is dulcet and warm. You feel him breathe and moan into your pussy as his tongue gently parts your folds and delves into the dribbling flood of nectar. His nose bumps your clit with each purposeful undulation of his tongue into your soaking wet paradise, delivering a bursting sensation of hot and cold that made every vertebrae in your spine coil into a searing knot and tear a desperate tirade of adoring pleas of his name.

"Ohhh I love your mouth, Kento....you're so wonderful. So good...so, so good..."

His balls writhe with pent up cum and he can't resist rippling his own hips against the mattress for a little relief. He grows weak with how you easily you praise him, for how unabashed your desire was for the disfigured parts of him he had long thought were not deserving of such unconditional treatment. It was honestly close to being more self-serving for him than yourself despite the fact he was the one currently wrecking you beyond all comprehension.

He adores when you tell him how much you love him as he's performing the physical manifestation of how how irrevocably and steadfastly he burned for you despite having you every single day, how undeniably you belonged to him with how flawlessly your bodies fit together in the ultimate expression of devoted passion, how you'd beg him to consume you until there's nothing left as you teetered on the cusp of the pinnacle of release.

He sits up, gaze roving all over the sight of you spread, engorged breasts bouncing, bumpy and perky nipples from the crisp wetness that began to chill with the subtle breeze that pours through the open window.

He murmurs something you can't quite make out into the juncture of your neck, leading with his thumb over your clit as he teases two scarred fingers at your entrance, swallowing your cries with his mouth before they can tumble out to the nighttime air without his permission.

His precum oozed from his slit that rests on your bump as he steadily pumps his fingers, the leathery texture of his cock inviting your thighs to squeeze together at such direct, naked warmth, his arousal and its obvious presence, knowing, remembering, craving the stretch of it inside you that bordered on obsession.

The ease of his grunts strain under his concentration on flexing and circulating the movements of his less dominate hand to thrum and rub against that magical spot of silk inside you that was tried and true.

"So good for me. Always so sweet. It...hah...it feels absolutely incredible for me too, God, watching you like this, darling." He breathes.

He brings the ice cube that began to drift in a melted puddle back from your belly button, gracefully guiding it with his right hand while he continues fucking you with his left, glossing and dripping it over each nipple in a fresh coat, leaning in and suckling his tongue over the ice cube to give you that delicious dual sensation of hot and cold as he sealed it with gentle pressure from his mouth before releasing with a lazy plop.

"I would have done this much sooner if I knew how much you enjoyed it." He teases between sucks with a low husk, going back to lapping at your tits with what coolness was leftover on his methodical tongue.

"Oh, look at that..." He punctuates his statement with a soft kiss to your nipple, turning his head to watch his fingers shine and ooze with your slick as they slipped back and forth.

"Gorgeous. You're even more responsive than usual."

"Ken, I'm so damn close..." Your velvet walls spasm with measured rhythm around his fingers.

"That's just cruel, love..." His teeth grit as his self restraint stretches past the bounds of comfort as every clench of you delivers the phantom sensation of being buried in your wet heat. "You know I prefer you do that when I'm deep inside you..."

You gaze up at him, half-lidded eyes cloudy with a lust-blown haze, lips parted and silky and you pulse again. "Yeah, like this..?"

His eye, intense and rich like the dreamiest caramel impossibly darkens as he buries his face in your neck, his balls wind with mind melding ache.

"Oh darling, if you weren't carrying my baby, I think I'd punish you for that..."

Your movements cause some of the melted ice from your belly button to drizzle towards your clit where his thumb collects and swirls it in a mixture of your pearly cyprine, delivering another cool rush of euphoria upwards and then...

"There..."

His embrace muffles the shivering tremors of your rippling orgasm, and the mellifluous chorus of your honeyed moans causes his cum to leak in a milky stream down your thigh, gripping you tighter against his frenzied heartbeat.

You're arguably more sweaty than when you started but the sea of sensuality he immersed you in headfirst offsets that sensation completely, elation set ablaze by the absolution that brings your bond impossibly closer as you clutch one another, all aches and pains you had in the beginning long forgotten as the flames diminish to a low simmer.

A healthy blush spreads across his face, running a hand through his bangs where your fingers had left a tousle from earlier while he was feasting on your sex, a tad embarrassed as your eyes wander to the small reservoir of cum that dripped from one side of your belly to your thigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't last this time." His exhale halts halfway out of his lungs as he watches you suck a fresh ice cube into your mouth, doing his best to see over the receding fog of carnality and discern what dastardly scheme brewed behind those bewitching irises that gleamed with a flame that was not extinguished just yet.

"It's okay..." You coo as you tease the ice cube with your tongue along his sensitive tip, letting it trickle with a mixture of cum and drool down the veiny girth of scar tissue, watching it twitch with the promise of slowly stiffening back to life as a groan rumbles between his teeth. "But I'm curious, sweetheart..." You lick him from base to tip, smearing his cum with the ice in a mixture of hot and cold and his stomach muscles tighten in a vice.

"Tell me more about this punishment you were speaking of earlier."

His brows crinkle in surrender, sighing in a state of fucked out bliss as the irresistible contrast in temperature already has him hard, combined with the silky texture of your probing tongue.

"I....fuck...I hardly think it can be referred to as such, darling. You react quite the opposite." His eye droops as he involuntarily cants his hips a little further past your lips. "Besides, as I said, you're pregnant. That will just need to wait for another time."

You suck him off with a wet plop. "Mm...that's a shame. Maybe I would've wanted you to."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

He tilts his head, gathering his fists at his side as the ice melts even more in your palm that's gripping his girth as you lather his cock with lewd squelches of skin, subtly teasing the slippery length between the seam of your breasts as you lean over him.

"Mmmph...what kind of man would I be to handle his wife in such a way when she's in delicate condition?"

Before you take him in your mouth again, you notice the glass of ice cubes that was far from empty on the nightstand, grinning knowing you're about to enjoy your turn with him much more than you should, and that the morning was still hours away.

"We'll see about that."

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milkloafy · 11 months ago

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YOUR DEAR FRIEND, DAN HENG — DAN HENG

⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: friends don’t buy each other matching necklaces, right? especially not ones with blatantly romantic undertones… ⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: fluff, gn!reader, matchmaker!street vendor in the luofu LMAO ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.1k+ ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: written for @starlitsawamura's garden of eden collab! :> i chose camellia as the flower!! just a lil fluffy drabble with best boy dan heng

If you had to choose only one thing you adored about the Xianzhou Luofu, it would be the multitude of booths and vendors that lined the bustling streets. The Luofu had its many sanctuaries of peace, but the areas of chatter and liveliness was what really caught you attention.

This time, much to your pleasure, Dan Heng had offered to accompany you on your latest visit.

“Ooh! Isn’t this so pretty?” you exclaimed, eyeing a shiny gold necklace with a dainty pendant of a camellia flower in the middle. In the center of the flower was a sparkly little diamond. It was no wonder the glimmer immediately caught your eye.

Dan Heng walked up behind you and peered at the necklace over your shoulder. He nodded once. “It looks nice.”

You giggled at his short response. “What a compliment coming from Dan Heng himself.”

“I try,” he remarked wryly. “It’s a camellia flower, correct?”

“That’s right!” the vendor who was lingering nearby butted in. She was an older lady with a bright smile. “The beautiful camellia. A flower the conveys with it the feeling of love and affection, burning passion. I’d say it puts even the grandiose rose to shame.”

Gently, you clasped the pendant between your thumb and forefinger, brushing the golden petals.

“I like it,” you said with certainty, debating on whether or not you should buy it right now.

Dan Heng looked between the pendant and your neck. “It suits you.”

You hid your smile. Somehow, such simple words were enough to warm your heart. It was only natural when such words came from Dan Heng. Your dear friend.

“But that’s not all!” the vendor cried once more. “Let your Auntie here show you.” She shuffled around to the other side of the cart before returning with another necklace dangling between her fingers. “There’s a matching pair!”

Your eyes widened in excitement at the sight of the matching necklace. The pendant was the same, but instead of a diamond in the middle it was a small pearl. The chain was slightly thicker and heavier. You thought it would look good on Dan Heng, especially over his high-necked black shirt.

“I love it!” you chirped, immediately reaching for your coin pouch. “They’re both so cute.”

You paused before giving into your impulses. It wasn’t like you’d have much use for two of the same necklaces.

As if sensing your hesitation, the vendor held the two necklaces together, revealing them to you as if they were a precious treasure.

“Do you know the language of the flowers, dear?” she whispered conspiratorially. “‘My heart is aflame for you’. ‘I burn for you.’ That is what these necklaces say. And that is why you and your boyfriend should definitely buy these! Your love will be destined to last forever.”

“My boyfriend?” you said, looking around wildly before your gaze landed on Dan Heng. Once you realized the vendor’s implications, your cheeks heated up. “Oh! Dan Heng? He’s… He’s not—”

“We’ll take it.”

“Wonderful!”

“What?” You blinked.

It all happened so fast. Dan Heng, pulling out his money and paying before you could; the vendor, counting the credits and handing the camellia necklaces over to him. Your eyes could hardly keep up.

“This Auntie thanks you for your patronage,” said the vendor with a proud smile as Dan Heng bowed his head in gratitude and walked away with you in two. “Come again soon!”

When he reached a spot underneath the shade of a tree, he offered the necklace with the diamond to you.

“Here,” said Dan Heng. “It looked like you really wanted it. I hope you do not mind I bought it for you.”

You shook your head, touched that he would do something like that for you. There were many things you loved in life, and of those many things, one of them was receiving gifts. “I don’t mind at all. I’m happy you got it for me. Thank you, Dan Heng!”

Taking the necklace into your hands, you attempted to clasp the chain together behind your neck. After a few tries, you sighed in frustration.

A few more moments passed before you heard someone clear their throat. “Do you need assistance?”

He maneuvered behind you as you nodded. “Yes, please.”

Slowly, Dan Heng brushed the loose strands of hair on your neck aside and took the ends of the chain between his fingers. His fingertips felt cool against your skin, and your back straightened at the delicate touch.

Their was restraint in his movement. It felt as if he was trying his hardest to not make direct contact with you, in fear it would be unwelcome. But that only made the accidental touches even more electrifying. You held back a shiver as his knuckle brushed against your bare neck.

Dan Heng was soon able to clasp your necklace together and stepped away once he did. “There.”

“Thank you.” You touched the pendant with a smile, secure in its spot at the base of your neck. “Would you like some help as well?”

He considered it for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”

Swiftly, you took his necklace from his palm and had him turn around. Placing it around his neck, you fastened the chain together. You decided it was much easier when you could actually see the clasp.

“There,” you announced, moving back to admire the pretty gold necklace against Dan Heng’s black shirt. “It looks so good on you!”

He chuckled, his cheeks turning pink. “You as well.”

“Thank you,” you said, fighting off the bashfulness you felt at his compliment. Clearing your throat, you managed to ask, “So, what do you think of the hidden meaning the vendor mentioned?”

Dan Heng considered it for a moment before replying. “It seems the camellia is a very passionate flower. In that sense, it suits you. In terms of the love and romance aspect…” he trailed off, face growing even more red. “Who knows what the future holds.”

You blinked, your ears burning with heat. That might have been as close to an admission as you would get from Dan Heng.

“Are you implying that the future may hold something like that for us?” you said slowly and curiously, hoping you weren’t interpreting his words the wrong way.

He smiled almost hesitantly. “I’m uncertain myself what the future has planned, but I wouldn’t mind taking a chance on us.”

For a moment, you were stunned into a shocked silence before happiness overcame you. You laughed at how Dan Heng could be both forward and indirect at the same time.

“Well, we already have the matching necklaces for it,” you said teasingly, touching the camellia pendant once more. “I’d love to take a chance with you.”

#garden of eden!#dan heng x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng fluff #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #hsr x you #hsr imagines #hsr fluff #dan heng

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sorveteir · 2 years ago

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“🌺 for you”

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #sundrop #fnaf sun and y/n #fnaf child y/n #fnaf y/n #child y/n #Yeah. DLC Ruin is canon in this AU #🌺 🌹 🌷 🌼#The child will really take Sun to the garden

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infin1ty-garden · 1 month ago

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── .✦ 𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ৎ˚ summary ‣ giving a pink rose to him, you never expected him to think you proposed

moonflower - "no one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ৎ˚ pairing ‣ malleus draconia x gn! reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ৎ˚ warnings ‣ bullying & self-doubts

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ৎ˚ word count ‣ 1k

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ৎ˚ author note ‣ this is for missing valentine's day, two months late i know

𝄞 kind of inspired by this

200 follower event! & masterlist

It was a day to cherish loved ones and even confess your true feelings. It was Valentine's day. You didn't have a significant other. So, you spent this day giving gifts to your friends. You made sure each and everyone of them got deserving gifts. Most received chocolates in their favourite flavour, others flowers. Malleus was the latter. You had no idea what chocolates to give him.

You settled on giving him a rose, a pink rose to be specific, a handful of them. Not enough for a full bouquet as the prices have gone up in preparation for the holiday. You had a very limited budget to begin with. You had finally managed to catch Malleus in a hallway, between classes. "Hornton! Nice to see you. I can at last give you these."

In your hands you were holding the "bouquet" as you moved it closer to him. He took the flowers from you and inspected them. "Do you truly mean to give this to me?" His eyes lit up as he kept looking at the flowers. "Ofcourse, it's Valentine's day. Is it not?" You said a quick goodbye as you had classes to attend. Leaving him standing, a blush spread across his face. You never expected a handful of flowers would cause such a fuss.

It was Grim who, during a break, started yelling at you. "You proposed to Malleus. You didn't even tell me you were planning to?!" You stared at him dumbfounded. "What? You proposed?" Ace beat you to it. "You can't get married, you're too young." Deuce jokes dramatically. You were still confused. How could have Malleus gotten the idea you asked for his hand in marriage? You'd asked your friends the same.

"All I did today was give him some roses." You defended yourself. Ace and Deuce stared blankly. "Were they pink?"

"Yeah," Ace burst into laughter as his fellow classmate froze. "What's so funny?" It was your turn to ask questions. "You really are clueless. Giving a pink rose to a fae means you are asking for their hand in marriage." You were doomed. How would you get out of this? You didn't mean to propose. You barely know fae traditions. Would Malleus be mad if you just explained yourself?

As soon as you could you went straight to the Diasomnia dorm. You were immediately swarmed with other Diasomnia students who ushered you to their dorm leader. Sebek was menacingly clutching a clipboard and ordering people around. Lilia was just all smiles not so different from Malleus himself. You greeted them as the diasomnia students quickly left, soon followed by Lilia and Sebek.

"I'd like to talk to you. I think there was a misunderstanding." You were stunned into silence as Malleus held your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it before cupping his hands over it. His eyes were sparkling with an emotion you could not place. They were slightly lidded as they bore into you.

"What misunderstanding?" Words finally found you as you answered. "You are well aware I'm not from this world. So, I don't know some things like magic and many others. That includes fae tradition. I'm sorry I didn't know giving you those flowers to mean propousing." You closed your eyes. Not really wanting to see his reaction.

You were scared of it, more like knowing his face must be one of relife. Why would a prince want to marry a magicless person? He must have been just acting happy as you are his friend and a better option than an arranged marriage. Malleus cupped your face, tilting it up so it was in his line of sight. You opened your eyes. Only to find him fondly looking at you. Why would he?

"I understand, I expected as much but do not blame me for being excited the person I desire asking me for my hand in marriage." He turned away from you, taking the flower you had given him. "It's a fae tradition as you have found out that giving a person pink roses or red roses on this day means proposing. Although we do not call it Valentine's day. Again thank you for the gift nonetheless."

"Instead of being fiancees, why don't we try being each other's significant other." A smile returned to Malleus's face. "I would very much like that."

[ ... ]

A few months have passed since that day and everything has been going well. Malleus had been as attentive as ever. It took your friends a bit to get used to the Briar Valley prince being around. What you didn't expect is how the other Diasomnia students treat you, they are a bit passive aggressive and on more than one occasion have you heard them make fun of the 'magicless student'.

You aren't sure why the sudden change in tone but it all came to ahead while trying to find Malleus. A few students had stopped you. "You shouldn't be here." You were confused. You weren't aware of any restricted areas in the dorm. "Oh, sorry. I'm just looking for Malleus." You tried to leave but they stopped you. "You shouldn't be with him. You have NO right to be with a prince."

They all started calling you names and diminishing you. You were unable to move, like something was holding you down. Were they right? Did you deserve to be with him? Were you just holding him back? It took you a minute before realising they had stopped talking. Tears were falling from your face. When had you started crying? "That's enough." Malleus hugged you, so that your head was resting on his shoulder.

You were too in your thoughts to notice what happened to the students. He lifted your head and wiped the tears from your eyes. "No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? No one. You are my significant other. You being magicless shouldn't make you less of a person. You don't deserve this." He hugged you a little tighter.

Thanks for reading!

#malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x you #twst x reader #twst x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n #x gender neutral y/n #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #infin1ty garden's infinity park

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