#hnn there's too much to tag

[grimstrawberry]

Touya would have a heavy case of older brother syndrome if he stayed with his family

[hypnagogics]

thinking about loser!ellie who's so vocal during sex...muahahaha. except idrk how to transcribe this kinda talk so LMAO. if you see me put something very similar in the loser!ellie finale...no you didn't. let's just say this is practice for that. 18+

every part of the whole experience would just be blowing her mind. the sights, the smells, the tastes, the sensations—turning her brain to soup. she'd be so obsessed with you, so overwhelmed by the new experience, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

and at first she'd try to downplay it, stifle the sounds threatening to spill by biting her lip or clapping her hand over her mouth, only allowing quiet huffs and strings of profanities to escape. she'd want you to think she's cool, or she can handle it all smoothly.

however, as time goes on, she loses all control of herself. grunts of effort turn into mewls of your name, which turn into whiny, needy pleas the closer she gets to euphoria. she can't control her sounds anymore, because it's just too good. she even gets so pussydrunk she starts to babble nonsense. she pauses sucking on your clit to push her foggy glasses up her nose and slur through a crackly voice, "mmm, love this— love your pussy s'much babe...so much."

but when she's the one receiving, her pleasureful cries are music to your ears. whatever you may be doing, you'd hear no end of begs for more, until she can't form proper words anymore and all she can produce are loud, melodic moans.

not to mention the look on her face was one so lewd, yet one so clear showing she wasn't holding back. face as red as a budding rose, her copper eyebrows knitted together, her eyes rolled slightly back and screwed tightly shut—even the occasional tear streams down the side of her face. back arched and mouth open, her lips puffy, you wanted to engrave the image of her like this on the inside of your eyelids.

"ah, ah, ah, m'gonna cum—hnn!" is the final shriek of ecstasy before her wails become strangled in her throat—choked, silent moans while she's squirting everywhere and you're working her through it. then her sounds turn into heaving pants as she tries to bring herself back to earth and catch her breath, recover from the sensitivity.

after it all, she grows self-conscious, shyly asking you if she was too loud. but you reassure her quickly that she was perfect, she's so beautiful, and you're glad to have brought her pleasure. even though you're definitely getting a noise complaint from the neighbors. worth it! ♡

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

╰┈➤ ❝ seishiro nagi x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 7

tags : pwp (without plot), lazy sex, vaginal sex (unprotected), creampie, cum eating, unintentional teasing, oral (f.), praise, dirty talk, use of pet name “pretty”, all characters are aged up, lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 842 (somehow finally got something below 1k for once)

an : happy blue lock season 2 !!! extra love for nagi <3

taglist : @interstellar-inn @pixelcafe-network (SIGN UP HERE)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

He was merciless.

Choked sobs fell from your lips with every thrust, the head of his cock driving deep into your walls as you gripped the sheets beneath you. You could barely take it, you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up.

It wasn’t that he was being rough with you… In fact, it was the exact opposite.

His cock would slide so deliciously in and out, the roll of his hips a languid pace that you were familiar with when it came to him, yet one that would never fail to have you whining. It was dark out, barely the light from the stars seeping in to illuminate the way he would slowly fuck you into his mattress… and he had been like this for far too long. You were sopping wet. Leaking onto the sheets, your cheeks were wet with tears as the only thing you could do was beg him.

Because this wasn’t enough.

“Pl-plea—hic—please! Sei, please, stop teasi—hnn-!”

You could barely tell if your words had any affect on him at all, but as your walls fluttered around his length, he nuzzled into your shoulder and let out a low moan.

“Nnngh… But no fair… y’can’t squeeze me like thatttt… Pussy’s all warm n’ wet…”

He grinded down against you with a click of his tongue, tip kissing your sweet spot just the slightest. It was almost comical how needy the both of you were, yet he wouldn’t bother to chase that pleasure for your own. Despite the way your hips would buck, despite the way you would claw at the sheets and moan his name over, and over, and over again…

“M’not teasing…” he protested against your whines, keeping up the pace. “S’just too much… Don’t wanna move…”

“Seiiiii, but pretty please! Wanna cum, baby, pleaseeeee?”

His head lifted with a huff, half-lidded eyes locking with yours as you writhed around.

You were just as hard to resist—that much was clear to you the moment you took in his expression. His cock twitched, and you barely had any chance to react. His hips stuttered. He choked out a moan, eyes widening ever-so slightly…

“N-ngh—haa—”

Pretty.

He mouthed out the words, though no sound left his lips. And one last thrust had him groaning into your neck, plugging you full with his cum.

Your eyes widened as hot splurts of his release filled you to the brim, milking his cock as if desperate to take all that he had to give. The long, drawn-out moans he made into your skin didn’t go unnoticed, proof of how badly he’d needed you just as much as you needed him.

It made your heart flutter.

“Haa… haah… m’sorry, pretty, you’re jus’ too good… Mmh, fuck…”

He groaned when he pulled out, head lifting and eyes immediately drawing downwards to the sticky mess of his cum leaking out of your puffy lips. 

“Pretty…” he whispered. “Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

You could only watch, elbows at your sides to lift you up slightly, as he trailed kisses down your body. Hot, and wet, and needy, still—his lips dragged across your skin to have you shudder, that same word repeated softly into you like a little mantra.

And before you knew it, his head was between your legs, gladly lifting them to wrap around him and draw him impossibly closer to your pussy.

“H-hu—h?! S-Seishi—Seishi-rou—ngh!”

Nagi tended to do things without pattern.

This was something you knew well.

Often acting on his whims, there was little he did that you could truly predict, and this was one of such cases.

His nose bumped against your clit as his mouth was on you, licking you up and sucking on arousal, scooping up every remnant of his own release and shamelessly, shamelessly making a point to swallow.

From between your legs, his gaze found yours, and he smiled.

Within seconds, his tongue was thrust into you, all these slimy, wet, impossibly lewd noises filling the room as he ate, and ate, and ate. You hadn’t orgasmed yet, and perhaps this was his way of making it up to you—because it didn’t take long.

“Mmf… mmhph…”

You nearly squealed as he hummed his approval into you, your hips bucking, grinding against his face as if you couldn’t get enough.

And there was a sense of desperation.

His eyes rolled back into his head at the taste, a mix of you and him, an obscene picture of all the dirty things he would do to you all because he loved you so much.

“Sei!” you cried out as your thighs shook, locking him in place, forcing him to taste your release. “Sei, Sei, Sei, Sei—!”

He wouldn’t stop.

Even as you came onto his mouth, he hungrily lapped up every last drop, eyes falling closed, hands moving to massage lazy circles into your thighs. His mouth remained on you, languid movements of his tongue against your swollen, sensitive folds—

And you knew that he wasn’t done.

“S’all mine…” he mumbled. “Wanna feel you cum again, pretty…”

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[angelicpoison12]

insatiable 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

you interrupt Alastor in the middle of a radio broadcast. he decides to punish your needy little hole <3

word count: 1.12K

tags: desk sex, sneaky blowjob, punish fuck, afab!reader, fem!reader, breeding kink, mentions of Alastor's knot, rough sex, p in v, mild overstimulation, crying (in a sexy way)

NSFW, 18+

it was innocent, nothing more. but according to Alastor, it was anything but. 

he was setting up for a radio broadcast, humming along to some random tune, sitting down at his desk. you came bounding in, excitedly shouting,  “Al! Al!”  he looked up at you, that smile still on his face. but it was different when he was looking at you. it was clear he adored you to pieces, and that he wanted nothing more than to protect you from the cruel light of the underworld. 

you were his little lamb. his prey. the mouse in his paws. others were a little worried, going as far as to send prayers your way, when it got out that you were dating Alastor. but if anything, it all turned out fine. Alastor was calmer with you around, and he even found himself letting Angel get away with friskier comments somehow. you were good for him, and everyone knew it.  

today, you were the one feeling frisky. 

“Alllllll? you can’t ignore me for forever,”  you cooed, leaning over his desk. Alastor sighed and kissed your cheek.  “i’d love to snuggle, darling, but i’ve got a radio broadcast to do. everyone is expecting me.”  he told you. you huffed and crossed your arms, then a lightbulb went off in your mind.  quietly, you asked,  “well... can i sit in your lap?”  a soft, yet questionable look came over Alastor. he looked at you. when he saw those big puppy dog eyes, he just had to give in. 

“fine, fine.. come here, my darling.” 

you nearly squealed in happiness. you climbed up into Alastor’s lap, having to squirm a little to get comfortable, but you were snug as a bug in a rug in his arms.  “don’t.. don't move too much, my dear.”  Alastor grunted politely, his claws gently digging into your thighs. you bit your lip, half purring,  “why should i, babe? i was just getting comfy,”  you said, pouting at him playfully. Alastor had been dating you long enough to know your tricks. he whined lowly in his throat, his ears going flat against his head. 

you leaned your head back against his chest, listening to Alastor turn the knob of his radio, hearing him talk. you were still pouty at the fact he wasn’t giving you any attention. you got a little bit of a taboo idea. you knew Alastor was going to want to have his way with you if you managed to pull it off, but fuck it, what did you have to lose? 

you slipped out of Alastor’s lap, going under his desk. he shot you a look but shrugged it off, thinking you were just being a little funny. his movements halted entirely when he felt your hands on the buckle of his belt.   he choked but remained professional for his listeners. he actually scooted closer, closing the gap between his midsection and the desk, giving you more room to work. one of his hands came down as well, his claws scratching against your scalp affectionately in a sense of praise. 

you hummed when you got his cock out. he was already half hard, the tip a soft red, the base already a little swollen with the knot. you smirked, starting to lap at the tip with your velvety tongue. the sensation was enough to make Alastor buck involuntarily, accidentally shoving his entire cock into your mouth in one go. 

“hnn.. stay quiet, my dear, please-”  Alastor nearly hissed, his nails digging into the back of your scalp, making you stay down. your eyes squeezed shut, and you had to force your throat to relax, taking deep breaths through your nose. you began timidly moving your head up and down. you were thankful for Alastor being able to keep quiet, because if you were in this situation, you wouldn’t even last a second.  

your lips suckled around his tip, your tongue caressing his shaft and the underside of his swelling knot. you choked a little when Alastor’s hips bucked under the desk, nearly making your teeth hit his knot. you heard the radio dial turn abruptly, signaling he was done with the broadcast. you had been so caught up in the mess of it all that time seemed to fly past. 

Alastor growled in a primal manner, pulling you up and kissing you, his tongue sliding down your throat. you choked at the feeling, the tip of his tongue cascading around your teeth, claiming you as his own from the inside and out. Alastor whirled you around, pinning you down on his desk, your cheek smooshed into some papers. you’d kill him if any ink stains got on your face. 

you quivered when his hands nearly tore your clothes off, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. he slid in unexpectedly, making you nearly howl in relief. your body had been aching for him for ages it seemed. you looked back at Alastor, watching as he set a relentless, animalistic pace. his pelvis smacked against your ass, and the sound alone was enough to make obscene noises leave your lips.  “Al.. Al, slow down, please, fuck, it's too much-!”  you cried, tears brimming your eyes. Alastor almost cooed at the sight, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight.  “now, now my dear, you begged for this. you could not keep your grubby little mouth off of my cock, even when I told you to. so, now you are going to take my cock like a good girl. understood?” 

all you could do was pathetically whine, allowing Alastor to have his way with you. a small sick, twisted part of you was secretly enjoying this more than you should’ve. you wanted to feel Alastor knot you. you wanted him to fill you up, make you beg for more, and carry his young. you wanted to be his personal breeding ground.  

caught in the storm, you felt yourself spasming, Alastor’s fingers on his clit, his cockhead massaging your spongey g-spot. you sobbed weakly, orgasming. but he didn’t stop. he kept thrusting, his claws digging into your hips, nearly drawing blood.  “Al.. ‘s too much,”  you blubbered, cheeks red and lips swollen. Your cunt was puffy, overstimulated. yet you couldn’t stop sucking him back in, wanting more. your body, your mind-it all wanted more. 

“ah, ah, ah. I’m far from done with you, my little lamb. Just stay still and let me use you to my content, hm?”  you dumbly nodded back at Alastor. he grinned and chuckled evilly. his shadow came out, holding you up so that your back was against his chest. before continuing his pace, he whispered in your ear,  “that’s a good, insatiable, little lamb.” 

- ₊ ⊹♡🐏 -

my sweet little snowflake buddies! @6esiree, @frxstwalker

[bwabys-scenarios]

can i request dom chubby y/n with sub good boy kurapika with praise kink please 😫😫😫 i love your writings so much thank you mwah 💋💋

Good Boy(NSFW)

Sub!Kurapika x Fem!Chubby!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: pussy eating, sub!kurapika, soft dom!reader, creampie, breeding, praise kink

taglist: @desiray562 @lovelyxkazuha @ashdownunderscorebeloved @stygianoir

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Kurapika has always had trouble being vulnerable with people, rarely letting his guard down around his friends.

So to have him sitting at your feet, chin resting on your thigh as he looks up at you with those pretty brown eyes was something he’d never thought he’d be able to do, to let you control him completely.

“Kurapika, how are you feeling?”

You play with his hair, your touch sweet and gentle as he kisses your plush, bare thighs. “Feeling… needy.”

He’s cute like this, really, face flushed and eyes half lidded. Kurapika nuzzles against your clothed, plump pussy, looking up at you for permission. “Please?”

His voice is soft, and underlining neediness that only you can pick up. You coo at him, reaching out your hand. You don’t even have to cup his cheek, as soon as your hand is close enough he rests his cheek against your palm. His face is hot, and when his scarlet eyes meet yours, you smile.

“Go ahead, Kurapika. You’ve earned it…”

You slide your panties to the side, revealing yourself to him. The way his breath hitches makes you giggle, and it embarrasses him just a little just how much he wants to devour you.

Kurapika places a kiss on your clit, making you coo softly. “Mmm, such a sweet boy…”

He nuzzles into your pussy, sucking on your clit as he looks up at your though those soft, blonde lashes of his. Kurapika trails his fingers down your thighs, waiting for permission.

“You can do it, Pika.”

He hums against your clit, sliding a finger into your pussy and moving slowly, looking up at you occasionally for reassurance and guidance.

“You’re doing so good, gonna make me cum…”

Kurapika looks so happy, speeding up his fingers and tongue. He loves making you cum, desperately wanting to please you as much as possible.

You cum, moaning and gripping his hair, shoving his face further into your pussy. “F-fuck, so good, such a good boy…”

He groans into your cunt, continuing to lap and suck at whatever he could while your hands trembled in his hair from your orgasm. Every word of soft praise causes his cock to twitch, and he can’t wait to be inside you.

When you let go of him, he looks up with such soft eyes, leaning his cheek against your thigh again. You can see his cock standing at attention, gently bobbing as he whines and nuzzles into your soft flesh. “Please… wanna be inside you…”

You cup his cheek, wiping away his needy tears. “Of course sweetheart, good boys get rewards, don’t they?”

He nods frantically, planting appreciative kisses on your palm. “Mhm!”

He stands up, tentatively pushing you down on the bed, making sure to look up at you every few seconds for permission. “My sweet puppy, you can put it in. You’ve been so good tonight~”

Kurapika swallows, the tip of his cock prodding against your entrance. “Thank you… love you so much…”

As he pushes in, you pull him in by his hips, kissing him. “I love you too, my pretty boy.”

He thrusts in and out, whining and whimpering into your ear as his cock sinks into your wet cunt. “Hnn, feels so good… love you, love you so much!”

He clings to you desperately, fucking into you faster as his need to breed you takes over. “P-please! Wanna cum inside! Wanna get you pregnant!” he begs, his lip quivering.

You cup his cheek, panting softly and mewling. “Mmm, how can I say no when you’ve been such a good boy tonight? Fill me up, breed me Kurapika.”

He locks his lips with yours, his tongue dancing with yours as his cum fills you to the brim. “Mmph!”

When he pulls away, a line of saliva connects the two of you. He pants softly, before smiling and kissing your cheek. “Thank you, angel. I really needed this.”

You hold him in your arms, letting him keep your pussy plugged up with his cock. “You did such a good job, my pretty puppy. I’m so proud~”

You keep him in your embrace as you play with his hair. “Want something to eat? A bath?” you ask, planting loving kisses on his forehead. He hums in contentment, meeting your lips for a few sweet kisses.

“No, just… just hold me…”

And you do, falling asleep with him in your arms. Although Kurapika enjoys having his control in the bedroom, sometimes letting go can be really relaxing, and you’re the only one he would ever trust to see him like this.

“I love you, more than anything…” he whispers, nuzzling into your breasts before following your lead.

[fakesimp]

Comforting him, With Shxtou

Warning !

Hurt/Comfort ; Mentions of Crying ; Mentions of Kissing ; Established Relationship ;

A/n : I've watched this clip of Shxtou, of him crying because of a dono he got (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Poor boy, I want to hug him so bad when I heard his cries. ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

➶◜◝➴

Shxtou was streaming, and you were watching him in another room. Everything was fine until he got a $1000 donation from one of his viewers, he thanked them and proceeds to read them. It's only been a few seconds in, you can hear his soft sobs. And slowly it gets louder, he's actually crying. You immediately stood up from the couch and stood quietly in front of the door of Shxtou's room, you contemplated if you should just wait for a bit or just barge in.

And you decided to reach out to him from his dm, 'open the door Sho' you sent the message. And it was instantly seen by your Beloved Demon hunter, he muted himself and excused himself for a bit to his viewers. The chat understood and told him to take his time, after he muted himself. He immediately walk up to the door and opens it, revealing you standing there looking at him with worried look.

"Hugs?" You asked the moment you see him as you open your arms, the way his eyes start to glisten again with tears made your eyes widen up. "Sho-" before you could finish your sentence, he immediately engulfed you into his arms. Crying on your shoulder, you gently pat his back, and slowly went up to his head. You kissed his ear, and whispered "They love you Sho, as much as I do." You whispered and slowly push him away from you a bit. You gently put your hands on his cheeks, slowly rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks. He leaned into your hands, closing his eyes. Enjoying the comfort you gave him.

"I'll be waiting for you in our bedroom okay? Go finish what you have to do first, we can cuddle later, okay?" You said, Shxtou nod his head and before you could walk away from him, you felt a tug from the boy. You look up at him, "Hm?" You hummed at him. "...hnn, C-can I.. have a kiss?" You look at him with awe, you let out a chuckle. Making him glare at you flushed, despise his tears, he's still embarrassed.

"You know what, neve-" You didn't let him finish and leaned closer to him, kissing him. Shutting the Demon Hunter up, after you pull away from the kiss. You kissed him again on the cheek, whispering "There, another kiss from me. Now go, I'll be waiting in our bedroom okay?" You said and walked away. Leaving the boy, stood there flabbergasted, flushed red.

"Dang it.."

. . .

He continued on with his stream a little bit longer before deciding to end it, after ending it he immediately went to your shared room. And saw you on the bed, playing with your phone as you wait for his arrival. He walk up to you and slowly crawl to your lap, you looked down from your phone to your Lover that's burying his face on your stomach.

"Welcome back.." you said as you put your phone away, you gently brush your fingers into his hair locks. Earning a hum from the Hunter, he snuggled closer to you as you did so. "Come here lay down beside me." You said, and it took Shxtou a minute for moving himself from your lap to your side.

When he is by your side tho, he buried his face on your chest. Making you let out a small chuckle, you pat his head and kissed the top of his head. "Love you Sho." You said as you continue gently patting his head, whispering sweet nothings. Giving him the comfort he needs. After that you mindlessly playing with his hair locks, Making him shiver at the sensation, "Hmm.. it tickles." He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist a bit tighter. He then whispered,

"Mm.. Love you.."

"Love you too Sho.."

©fakesimp

A/n : Comforting my cute boy, Shxtou..

Tags clarification !

I use NijiEn, Nijisanji, Luxiem tags for people who didn't follow Sho's tags (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

[dreamsofminnie]

“500 years... And not once did I forget you.”

{Dainsleif x Reader} Part 1

Part 2 <(Link will be open once its posted)

Summary-> These centuries, these years apart. Khaenri’ah was cold but your heart felt much colder. The forgivable sin Dainsleif left had left imprinted deeply into your flesh. Then why do you feel this overbearing longing for his pressence once again? Years of therapy, self-reflection, and vividly horrid night terrors; couldn’t stop this ache when you lay eyes upon him once more.

Notes-> This took several months to write and plan </3 Originally for my bestie for her birthday but I thinks it’s too well written to not share. I hope you like this lighthearted, horror+mystery, a lil comfort, then hurt & angst—in that order <3 @wraitingyou

Tags-> DainsleifxReader, Angst, Slow burn, We die in vain, mystery, genocide, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Reader is from Khaenri’ah, Khaenri’ah lore, reader is from Khaenri’ah, repressed memory, the cataclysm | fall of Khaenri’ah, pre-cataclysm Khaenri’ah, mutual pining, childhood friends, hurt no comfort, pain and suffering, angst and humour, slight gore, horror, body horror, decimation, the abyss, abyss order, reader is not traveler, betrayal, Rhinedottir, mentions of alternate universe, comfort, pining, fluff to angst, implied/referenced character death, genshin plot, Royal guard Dainsleif, reader was a royal guard, nostalgia, suffering, harsh language, heartbreak, no love, delusional dreams real, memory lost, regaining memories

Word Count-> 5.6k

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“See you later! Have a safe trip, except for you Wanderer. I hope you trip on your way out and get buried under.” Running farther away from your friend and the pest, you had really prayed for your dear friend’s safety with that gremlin of a puppet.

The inn you all were staying at was starting to get less packed with the huge rainstorm passing. Sumeru surely was a rainforest of region, much more comforting out of all the places you have traveled so far.

Faint drips of rain plopped onto the windows. Soothing yet setting for a melancholy atmosphere. Not that it’s needed, you don’t ever get sappy for anything.

“Therapy session for this month check. Controlled anger issues check. Resistance in making crude jokes.. hnn, check i guess.” I should be good for another few months…”

“I must prepare to leave early tomorrow morning.” Diving into bed is the best parts of the day. No need to waste energy on minuscule thoughts.

Except, innsomnia is a tired person's worst literal nightmare.

“Agh, the kitchen would be closed at this time of the night. Snacks are a nope. Fresh air then, stars are always mesmerizing, maybe they can hypnotize me to sleep.” Irritation laced your words, not thinking much of them.

Curse the devil for allowing innsomnia.

Slipping into a coat you walk out your room and onto the large public balcony.

The inn you were staying at was in the main Sumeru city. Twisted into the tree trunk, the rooms carved into the tree while the balcony stuck out with marble flooring. The usual white spiral ramps gave the inn exits either going up or down.

Though to you, Sumeru is one of the nicest places to enjoy scenery. Aesthetic in all ways. The stars this night didn't fall flat of this statement.

Truly

Something to admire

Or

Something forgotten

Leaning on the balcony railings the gentle breeze took some leaves for flight and your eyes followed suit.

Till they landed on a silhouette standing ten feet away looking in the opposite direction. His back was broad and he stood tall. His hair paled much more in the moonlight and clothes rustled with each growing breeze. The breeze acted like it was setting a mood as it grew a bit harsher.

A twinge in your nerves caused you to walk towards him.

Strange emotion pileing up for this unknown man.

Then it dropped.

You couldn’t believe you thought that was someone who would stir such emotions. Your head thought it was a person your heart has longed for. But a person you have no idea of. Who? Who did you think it was?

Thinking now, the breeze wouldn’t be able to set a mood even if someone were to sober it. Not that there needs to be mood setting.

“Don’t you have a home and a broke man to accommodate to.” Snarky remarks at 4am is exactly what a man needs to hear to crawl back home. Except it doen’t work on pricks.

“And what pleasantries do we have here.” He taunted and turned around his face cold as ever.

“I don’t understand your feeble scholar upgraded language. Shut the fuck up. My insomnia can’t handle pricks.” Alhaitham closed his thick study books and used it to tilt your chin up.

You were standing two steps apart. Well, one step for him since long legs and all.

“Tighnari has smelling herbs for insomnia. Did your puny brain not tell you of that prick either.” You huff and push his book straight back into his chest. “Unlike you. He is much more welcome in my bubble of friendship. Dried up cactuses don’t get a say in my life.”

Alhaitham tucks the book under his arms and turns towards the ramp going down. “Then I guess this dried up cactus will fuck off as you said.” He took five steps before slightly turning back at you.

“Insomnia herb. Get it tommorrow.”

Then he disappeared from view.

“What the fuck. He sounded like he ordered one for me already?! I’ll make sure he didn’t tomorrow morning. Hhuu. That exchange made me exhausted.” With groggy eyes you drag your feet back into the inn.

Upon entering your room once again, you hit the sack faster than you took off your bulky coat.

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“AAUUCK!! fak.” You bolted up. These Sumeru bed’s are truly something. Though there were sheets and blankets for comfort, the main part of the bed has grass and leaves atop the wooden base inside. They leave you pretty sore for people who have never slept on a hard surface like these.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes.

“Time to get that medicine i guess. And check out of the Inn.”

“Archons bless you Tighnari. Lifesaverr, your the bestt!!” You placed all the stuff he gave you into your travel bag securely.

“No problem. Those should be able to last you for a month or more. Just as you don’t overdo your state.” He crossed his arms in a knowing stare.

You avoid his eyes, then recalled an annoying swirling voice in your head. “When did you prepare this for me..?”

“I really hope it’s not…-”

“He put in the order.”

“HOW THE FUCK! When did that bastard get the time to message you in that short time I talked to him yesterday night?! What is he watching my every move or something. creepy.”

“Creep sent a messenger bird late at night.” Your bewildered and irritated sigh battled your disgust to fight him right now. So you settled with another direction. Slapping a piece of paper on the floor you scribbled a rushed “thank you” letter.

“Please send this to Alhaitham the creep, as my condolences to his creepy ways.” You mocked his formal speech and handed Tighnari the piece of paper with a drawing.

“What the fuck.” Tighnari stared at the drawing in dumfoundedness and a slight tinge of amusement if this was sent.

“It counts as two things, see? One could represent a middle finger then the other…well, those two spherical structures are the things he doesn't have. He doesn't have those to fight me" (balls to fight me)

“I wish I could see his reaction to this then. I guess I’ll send it to him for you.” You smiled to Tighnari in gratitude. You could always count on your sassy gay friend.

“But anyways, don’t you have to get going, it’s reaching noon soon.” Tighnari looked in the sky and back towards you.

“Ah! Of course of course… Hiking is the most terrible sport…can’t believe people do this for fun.”

Tighnari crosses his arms and moved along with his wight shift, deadpanned. “I do that for a job. Get used to it, hiker.” Pointed his thumb towards the hills.

“Sheesh. Well then I’m heading off. Thank you for the weed, bye bye.”

You could hear a loud bewildered huff merged with a laugh, while you ran off.

✨

By the time you reached the edge of Fontaine the sky grew dark. Good thing Tighnari suggested you take one of his makeshift tents. Inns won't be available on the outskirts of the city so it will take a while to hike further.

Light rain hit the tent in pitter patters. Soothing.

You take the paper package of the medicinal herbs out. “Ah. How did he tell me to make this again? Where’s the ball.” Rummaging through your bag you took out an incense ball. A similar one to what Tighnari has but yours was darker in tone and in dull blue and black.

You hung the ball from a short wire off the ground. Opened the top and sprinkled in half a handful of the herb. It closed shut and you shook it around a few times. A bit of water from your bottle was tossed in this concoction. The incense ball’s scent soon filled the tent.

“So fast and effective..” A yawn already erupted from your mouth.

Droplets of rain. Therapeutic.

✨

The tent folded back and incense packed you headed off once again.

To the heart of Fontaine.

You really were getting tired of inns. The amount of money you have was starting to lack. You pondered if you should just take some simple requests from small villages along the way. You gain money, and they gain help.

You nodded to yourself and paraded to nearby villages.

You followed a pathway toward the houses keeping your eyes aware of anyone that seemed in need of help.

A man standing a few feet away seemed distressed while he paced back and forth anxiously.

Your curiosity peeked as you came closer. “Hello sir. Are you okay? You seemed terribly stressed” You heard that Fontaine was a place of formalities so speaking the part was no problem.

The man hurriedly looked up expectantly. “Are you perhaps a mercenary?! You’ve got to help! Oh, it’s a hell of a mess!! He’s-he might die. Surely will pass away! Theft, murder, moronic fool!!”

You lower his arms from flailing around in erratic movements in his panicked stupor. “Uh. I’m not quite catching up sir..” You would have thought it would take much more just to get a request.

The middle-aged man gulped in large breaths to smooth his emotional turmoil.

“My cousin, Guillaume, has been recently been in debt as a treasure horder. He is quite skilled but truly reckless. He fought a bunch of Abyss mages that seemed to be in a middle of a ritual... Treasure of course was engraved in his skull. So when he picked up a heavy object from the scene, it made him crazed. He became hostile to every person who comes near him. Injured many. Not only that, but the occurrence enraged the abyss and he is getting hunted by the Fontaine police as well as the Abyss. From that, he started kidnapping people into his hideout and they too become crazed… I know I should trust the officials but.. their pride is too high to even adknowledge my input.”

He wasn't fidgety anymore and remained calm. This series of events seemed bothersome to you now. Too much work for you who just wanted some quick task. Intriguing of course, but eh.

“As well as the fact that the Fontaine officials were here moments ago and left as quickly. I was merely aggravated when a gentleman came by to ask questions about this incident. He hurried when I gave all my information on the location. I worry for the gentleman. I can’t help to stress. As well as…I know that Guillaume is deeply in dispair. He has this small window where he is sane and…He sent me a few letters..”

You took some time to ponder all the information. The abyss is after the man who stole something, the thing has changed him and everyone around it. They seem like they became, monstrous—ugh!

Your hand was deeply clenched at your scalp head throbbing so loudly and throat dry.

“Dear me! Are you alright!! Apologizes to the hefty load!” He hurriedly sat you down on a short stone fence and fetched water from the well a few feet away.

The sounds of splashing water seemed much more distant than 5 feet away.

‘It's so dizzy..’

Red fizzled and flashed in your head. Red flags that encouraged you forward. A terrible way to go but who knows. Maybe, just maybe, solving this can make those nightmares that lead to your insomnia go away. Bloodshed. The cause of why you see bloodshed in these nightmares has always bothered you so bad.

“…iel, Iel! Hello?! Are you well?! Drink drink, water” You release your tight hold on your head to take the large cup. The water was cool and slide down as a semblance of relief. The reflection mirrored your pained expression, your frowned. It was not a good look for you. But cracking jokes at this time, wasen’t wise.

“..thank you for the water. I don’t know what happened just now. But. I will help with this, for the gentleman and for your cousin. If he still can be helped…��� The man relaxed at your conscious state and nodded.

“I will provide you more details.”

✨

Rest was not an option in this tight knit issue. Anything could formulate in the span of a whole minute. And your dread never faded the whole time you thought about this.

Let’s see, the man said Guillaume would take the villagers at midnight when the stars are high up. In the daytime, he isn’t crazed and sits in solitude in despair. He is responsible for dozens of people he has dragged.

You feel sickened. The letters you got to read by Guillaume were heart-wrenching and explicit. However, it could only be judged on the rule of the scene.

Some crucial details in the letters were his descriptions.

“The crystal shines so luminescently venomous.

It burns as well as attracts……

I can’t take it.

Please please. Hel 𝓹

Your leetrs that say you will save me from this hell is false!

The feel of gasoline ignites my fingers to my core.

Though I feel it welcome me……

The ghastly scars leave residue atop my skin. Horrific.

Black.

All ash

My vision has been narrowly obscured.

How I am able to pick up a pen is beyond my imagination.

Is my brain really intact?

Hah.

I think someone is comi. g into the room. Annoyance……

I think— I shut up their cries……

Do I-know them?

Haha…she is trying to plead with me……

She remi nd.s me of m. y wife..

FUCK. WHA T HAVE I DO Ne. SHE- *incomprehensible scribbles and a slight dried dampness*

The human has given in to the crystal how astounding……

Haha. Her screams have filled the room……

The stars are approaching. It will be time again…….

How thrilling……

A feast is due……

Ps. [___] power lets us fly too. Did you really think I used a carrier pigeon…….

Stars stay alight in farewell…….delight……”

The letter gave you the shivers. This was the third one that was sent. And out of all the three letters, this contained the most insanity inducing mentality. You highly doubt Guillaume will live a normal life after this concludes. Poor guy. Debt changes a person.

On the contrary, this bloodbath piques my interest. It’s not every day you get to investigate manslaughter. You feel like detective Heizou. No wonder he likes to run off towards danger.

Information about the gentleman assisting was only brief since I was to hurry to the site before the next day. “He was tall and built more alike a soldier. He also wore blue and black clothing. He never gave me his name…” Your thoughts had fiddled when he had told you, but a numbing pain seized your brain functions into hyper-focus.

You rub your temples, eyes focused on the route he marked on your map. Leg day has really been your everyday. Super exhausting.

Blood and skin drew icy cold as your breath hitched. This torturous feeling washed across your body so suddenly. Dread paling your face, a strangled cry caused a sharp inhale of breath, hands clawing at your neck and chin to get your throat muscles working. Despair induced your veins as burning heat crawled through those blood passages. A howling scream intensified something inside you. Something triggered your reaction, was it from in the cave? Ah...thinking was much too difficult in this sizure. Airways in the throat barely letting a breath passby, your face purples and twists. Water pools your eyes in distraught and pain. Glued to your spot, the ominous descending cave gurgled back shouts and thumps. Muttered curses escape as you try and hold your ground. Saliva formed in the clogged airways and raining down by your feet. This all felt like you were strangled, punched, and overall scoured all over, in charcoal.

If you had regretted anything in your sad life, it was this. Taking this commission. Talking to the distressed man. Stranger danger real. Regret for ever stopping by that village…and the regrets have only started.

The next thing you saw was pitch black.

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The weather these past few days has been horrid. Snow storm after the other piled the streets with 1 foot of snow. The roads and streets are accessible to your relief. How else would you be able to see your sweet boyfriend.

The chime of a café door rang as you entered hurriedly from the biting winds outdoors. You cupped your hands together and attempted to heat them up with your breath. The shop was quiet besides the old love songs and occasional emo rock songs playing from the speakers. Owl city was one of his most liked songs.

You perched on the counter ringing the small bell near the card scanner.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding—

“Okay. Okay, I hear every one of your calls Y/n.” He came out from the break room and leaned in from across the counter where you sat.

You smiled at Dainsleif. “How are you Dain! Was shoveling the snow all by your lonesome hard this morning?~”

He huffed. “It was fine. But next time you're accompanying me.” He grabbed your waist and dragged you over to the worker's side of the counter, swinging your legs around as well so you're still sitting.

“It’s still midday so let me make you a cup of something warm.”

You watch him, your elbow on your knee and chin in your palm. Dainsleif manages this café and is the best drink maker there is. He unintentionally shows off some skills when making them, that’s why many girls come here for the show. Not that he pays attention to.

“Kaeya has told me to indulge you in more romantic lines. Would you like to be humored?” Dainsleif brought the mixing bottle up to the side of his head and shook it thoroughly as a bartender would, while glancing up at you.

When he does that every time it makes you swoon on the inside just a little.

“Kaeya is a terrible influence. Which makes life more bearable.” You shoot Dain a small finger heart in which he stops for a while in confusion but recovers a few seconds after.

“What does it feel like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?” Dainsleif plops toppings into the drink, adding more of your favorite ones.

“Bleh, I’m the ONLY person in this whole building, try again.” You kick your legs a bit, secretly enjoying these terribly cheesy pickup lines he always stores for you.

“Hm. If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” He achieved a faint breathy laugh from you, you argued that it was just because it was so so old and overused.

He snapped the lid onto the steaming cup and walked back to you handing it over.

He hesitated on his next line as you blew on the liquid through the hole and took a nice warm sip. It melted your insides in warmth.

So did the pickup line.

“Just wondering if your lips taste as good as they look.” Dainsleif’s eyes were awkwardly averted, wondering how you would react.

But you sat there, mouth agape, ears flushed from the pickup line. “Didn’t expect that one.” You mumbled into the cup, eyes unfocused staring at your favorite toppings floating to the top.

Dain carefully placed both hands on either side of your body on the counter, his body subtly leans in. “...it wasn’t answered.”

Your eyes tilt up from the drink sitting on your lips. “It wasn’t a question.”

Your rebuttal made Dain purse his lip, which you intensely stared at. “Then….may I kiss you?”

Your inner thoughts were racing, the reflex of wanting to push him away was itching, but the thought of a kiss sent you into a spiral. It’s not like you haven't kissed before, you have…a rare few times.

“Aha ha, ah uhm. Get out of that ugly sweater first then we’ll talk.” You jab one finger into his chest only pushing him away by a few inches.

Both of you are terrible at this romance thing that's why it's so awkward to initiate. You back out of close contact, and only stick to flirting, and he spews pickup lines he learns from Kaeya because he’s confused about love but also respects your boundaries. All your friends suffer seeing this awkward couple at group gatherings.

“What’s wrong with my sweater?” He pulls the sweater and looks down. He wore a black shirt and over that was a black-green-brown button-up sweater, adorned with pictures of owls, bears, acorns, trees, and bushes. Very nature-y for your star-loving boyfriend. But honestly, it looked like it was made for a grandpa on a chilly evening stroll.

“The nature documentary show would like its background back.” You wheeze at Dain’s blank-faced reaction, so done with you, but he’s never over you.

Dain gently sneaked a kiss on your cheek to satisfy himself with your stunned silence cutting off any jokes lining up your defense.

He backed away from the counter and took his jacket off a hook ready to depart with you. “Our friends are waiting. Let’s head out now, I bet they are frozen solid outside since I was supposed to supply the hot drinks.”

That caused you to snap back as you cackled at Hutao, Heizou, Tighnari, and the rest, chilled to the bone buried in the deep snow. You latch onto Dainsleif’s sleeve slipping your hand into his warm pocket and holding his curled-up thumb and pointer finger. “Let’s go wifey! Onwards to the ice sculptures!!”

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The darkness had enraptured you at every turn, you didn’t know if you were sitting down, laying down or even face down digging into the dark ground. Your senses were so hazed and really failed you more than normal today.

“I always knew this is what hell was like. Dark cold and numbing on my ass.” Your voice was meek and raspy but they held the same sharp tongue you brought.

A breath hitched when you spoke. So you weren’t alone, in relief your body sunk from its tension. “This place would most likely be a hell. But it's all been cleaned up now..” The voice gave you a tingling feel, almost familiar if not for your impaired and dazed hearing.

“Whoes,” Your words have slurred with the throbbing of your head, a light pressure stroking it, not sure if it was your hand or the other persons. “I didn’t want you to see this mess. Also because that thing on your head is a protection of sorts.” Your mind was too out of it to immediately process his information.

“Was I drugged and potato sacked. I still can’t feel my ass.” The voice had an airy chuckle which echoed through the space. It must be a cave, orrr the internal abyss of the hell he called.

“Well that’s because you fell on a large sharp rock when I first saw you near the cave entrance.” Ah. made sense. “Once your senses are back and you start wiggling around, will I free you.” That made you suspect you were tied down somewhere. You just hoped it was spacious and clean enough so you could indeed roll around.

A sound of shuffled occured after a while and the footsteps faded, assuming that the person beside you had left the area. Once he came back it would be war against his, oddly pretty voiced most likely pretty man. How dare he potato sack you.

Fingers twitching to life, you didn’t know how many hours were spent on body recovery. The crackles of your bones that were stiff the entire night bounced off the walls. You could now feel that your body was in fact laying down, fabric carpeting under you.

Footfalls came steadily back in your direction. “I knew you’d come back to me mysterious man” The tugging of the fabric around your head lead to pangs of sensory recovery. You hear much more sensitively after being blocked for so long. The fabric finally coming around to uncover your eyes. Vision still impaired as the lights and darkness desperately tried to balance out. The haze in your eyes remains an issue even when the smell of the fabric was soothing.

A blur of a hand reached out to you, which you took graciously, limp as they were. You were hauled up to him as he held you close to steady your shaky body. “Get used to walking afte your hours of stationary. Then we will scour the rest of the cave.” his voice sent a chill covering your spine, it was very nice...

Head limp on his chest you could see his black and blue fitted outfit. Even knowing you were short, his shoulder was still higher than your whole height. Plus the glimpse of a sword by their belt drew you to a hazy conclusion. He was the gentleman you were looking for.

However, a sense of dread and conflicting longing rang off in your ears from never ever wanting to look up into his face. So you followed just that.

Your head stayed pressed against his chest as you figured out how to move the limbs helplessly called legs. Every time your legs wobbled too much, he would grab onto your waist to steady you. And every time you clutch onto his shirt too tightly in nerves rattling, he would pat your shoulder and let you put your feet on his so he could walk for you. An hour has passed and you got the hang of your body, with a little shake you managed to walk from one wall to the other.

“Pardon me for asking but, why am I so disabled like this in the first place?” Your voice was quiet but steady, unlike the time you talked when just waking up to potential hell.

“And in all fairness, you could’ve left me to disintegrate and die. Would’ve been better instead of nursing me.” You forcefully mumbled that out in a murmur. And you really didn’t have to look up at the man’s face to feel the intensity of a sharp glare for a reason unknown.

He was pacing in large circles and looking down to watch your feet, the man now stood at the doorway. “It was close to the time of midnight. The smell radiating off the cave entrance bewitched you and agitated you. It closed off your nerves. I had prepared something beforehand to help elevate this phenomenon, which was the fabric I wrapped around you, acting as a cocoon. I then brought you inside, took care of the dangers lurking, and.....secured the premise.” He failed to mask his hesitation on hidden information, due to what he knows about this situation than you do. You slowly nodded as you stare at his shoes, intimidatingly facing your lowered head.

“This cave is enormously large. Would you like to venture through the tunnels. If your legs are up for it. I won’t leave your side, case you fall and never get back up.” His words couldn’t help but put a sting in your heart while chasing it faster. And you who inadvertently let his attempted joke pass your head.

You nodded again which you could only do with a swift tilt up to not disclose your obvious concealment of his prominent features.

The gentleman luckily leads you, tailing behind letting you clutch a corner of his cloak. It gave you more leverage to see more since he covered his own face from you since he’s tall.

As you both moved around the dirt-painted halls, the tunneling seemed handmade instead of natural. Claw marks etched into the surfaces, the ones on the wall grow even deeper and bigger the more your trembling legs take you down the hall. Some openings that led to other rooms littered the narrow tunnels, they were all empty and vacant. The only signs of life once in the rooms were the many elemental traces and or scratches from either weapons or nails. A dark murkiness painted the walls and floor—not wanting to ever know what it really is—but the stench that followed was hazy and metallic. The winding tunnels seemed endless. No wonder people came to be insane down here.

As your thoughts subsided, so did the unending tunnel.

A much broader room greeted you ahead. It must have been Guillaume’s place of residence. Half the room was bookshelves, scrawled-up papers, and scrunched-up scrolls, a large desk faced the other side, ink spilled from the table to the opposing wall. The vacant space looked more than inhabited, save for the etchings on every inch of the wall, ceiling, and floor surfaces. Many drew blanks, symbols, and incomprehensible languages. Stars were the most repeated shape. You didn’t know when you had let go of the man’s cloak, since you were too drawn to the walls of Guillaume’s self-asylum.

Your digits brushed some of the symbols, they curved neatly and were well-written. And familiar. One symbol you could read was—Cataclysm.

The jolt of electricity from touching those words provoked you to snap your neck to…

The man who stood in the same spot you left him before you let go to touch the writing on the wall. Him who watched you mindlessly draw your finger against the carved wall trying to work your brain. Him who—walking through the hallway—peered behind a you who refused to meet his height, gauging your reactions. Him who, had to do a double take when he first saw you on the outskirts of the cave. Him whose...heart clenched in anguish.

Dainsleif who,

missed you dearly.

Who always speculated if you were alive or not.

. . .

Traveling to Fontaine was genuinely; the WORST choice you could have ever done.

“Fuck.”

.

.

.

You really didn’t want to do this ontop of every other terrible occurrence this night. Your brain couldn't, hence the deep crease in your brow following your pained expression too well. All your senses weakened from your mentally solely. You knew him. You recognize him. You liked him.

.

No. You hate him.

Many years of your continuous mental and physical health checkups, insomnia plaguing your attempted sleep, unresolved hatred. All to shield yourself against this man. To conceal the centuries with him.

Now all in vain. Crumbling beneath your feet at this very dreaded moment. The way your vision blurs, the shakiness in your foothold, your clammy hands, throat strained, all in response to a simple unimaginable presence.

The one presence your heart missed dearly. But your brain, your legs, told you to run. To a remote place. But he blocked that path. As he did before, once again stuck in this in-between.

One step. Another. Yours back, his foward.

A predicament you had placed yourself in. The wall that soothed your back has never felt as cold as it did now. How you would rather it envelop you into those eerie symbols. Engraving you to the mystery of the universe.

He was one step away now. Galaxy eyes bore into your evading ones. “(Name)…”

You refused his beckoning. But that wouldn’t make him leave. It wouldn’t get him to disappear from your existence. It only hurts more now that you know he is alive and healthy.

“......If we’re done here, then I have things to do somewhere else.” You burned your eyes anywhere else but near him. He couldn’t escape the slight view you had of him at the corners of your sight. His fingers twitched as if he wanted to reach out to you, to find that once solace you gave him.

“Avoiding me won’t get you anywhere. I thought you weren’t one for not returning favors. I saved your life. Don’t you owe me something?” You scoff. It repulsed you on how observant he is of you.

“I had a dream with you in it. It was in a different world where we were….Happy together. I wish I was in that world currently instead of this shit.” The words you spewed were venomous, if not for the slightly fond tone you laced into the poison. Dainsleif’s face contorted, he was now glad you refused his eye contact, for his eyes downturned in remorse.

Remorse; that's all he ever felt towards you for many centuries when you were apart. And the times when remorse wasn't present, he was deeply coated in affection for you. Those, however, were in the early childhood days. Too far gone in the past.

“I’m sorry I can’t live up to those expectations,”

“But now you have to repay me. …And forgive me.” His firm but gentle hold on your chin forced eye contact. His blue eyes shone with the diamond in them; just like how your eyes sparked with that diamond. His words however gave you the will to slap his hand away.

“You think apologies will reconnect us? After all those fucking centuries? Those actions were effectuated by you!! You festered this effect upon me! How could I ever, ever!! forgive your inapt causes?! You’re VILE!” You ended up hitting his chest and shoving him away which sent him 6 feet apart. He took every physical contact from you, the sting was apparent and long-lasting.

Your unquenched fury bubbled to the brim. And you now approached the silent man. Your hand was now tight against his collar, the obvious trembling of his, dismantled your voice in cracks. “What was the reason?! You should’ve kept me in that sword. After you fucking decimated everyone with me. Why the fuck would I ever want to live after all that. Everything and everybody was a mess. You the most.” The intensity of your diamond-shaped eyes never faltered.

You stepped back as the grip on his collar loosened. “Khaenri’ah’s downfall… Couldn’t even be saved by any form of guard..” Your mumble cast your gaze away from his unnerving eyes.

Silence blanketed the room, no thoughts were presented or conjured. You both just allowed the atmosphere to sink in, head empty beside the presence that would have normally set your heart racing. Not this time; nor ever.

“It’s past midnight right? I’ll take a nearby room to rest in.” You didn’t require his answer, so you left just as quickly. Leaving behind the downcasted remorse filled Dainsleif stiff in his spot where you left him.

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Author notes-> Reshare’s and likes appreciated <3 I hope it was heart wrenching—so i can collect tears to my jar >:D

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#yeah lol i fuckin hate okumura so much and i always say this its my hill to die on#that okumuras palace couldve been REALLY GOOD if the writers actually like. gave it attention#and if they you know. actually believed in something and took a stance#i think the only interpretation I like is one where haru isnt upset that her father died per some#shes upset that akechi stole that chance from her because she wanted to make the choice for herself how to deal with him#cuz it makes a lot of sense for her character she doesnt get to decide anything about her life#and the one time she finally gets to do something for herself and think about what she wants#another fucking man comes in and decides for her#plus like harus dad is ass and she knows this so i mean i dont think shes like too attached to him#seeing him die brutally though thats pretty traumatic lol#i think persona just struggles really bad with nuanced feelings towards an abusive parent (see how badly they handled yusukes abuse)

#also gotta also mention mitsurus dad who was just a massive douche god i hate the kirijo group#and she is pretty identical to haru in that shes an heiress who never gets to decide anything for herself and her dad dies and shes forced#to take over his company and like damn like i was so shocked and still am when the bad guys of p3 were strega and not the kirijo group#like. strega. the guys who were horrifically experimented on by the kirijos and have come up with a fucked up mentally to cope with their#trauma over the fact they were abused as kids and the only ones out of 100 who didnt die#theyre the bad guys. and we’re just okay with the kirijo group cuz teehee theyre good now!#even though mitsuru was forced to be a persona user when she was like 8 and never got a choice and was just a tool to them#and they covered up kens moms death and possibly also experimented on shinji and provided the suppressants that slowly killed him and Strega#and more! they suck and its so infuriating how mitsuru is written cuz yay misogyny#shes gotta take over the company because its not actually corrupt if a Good Person runs it even though shes not gonna do anything different#and she doesnt get to live her own life shes still being forced into this BUT DONT WORRY CUZ SHE WAAAANTS IT NOW#and they do the same with haru but like slightly different cuz my assumption is the writers realized how dirty they did mitsuru#so they were like ‘okay we wont revise p3 but we are aware big evil rich corporation is Bad Actually’#but hnn they barely do anything to change imo and they still hold that ‘the system is fine it just has bad apples’ mindset

#i can write so many essays god i LOVE both the empress girls but oooh i hate the way theyre written so bad lol#anyways akechi is based for killing okumura but not based for not letting haru get a few swings in first - @hecksupremechips

i love these tags - i haven't finished p3 but the haru stuff, yeah absolutely my personal interpretation is that the main reason why haru doesn't forgive akechi for killing her father is that she no longer got to deal with him on her own terms. like you said, this was about her asserting her autonomy her justice, freeing herself with her powers, only for her act of liberation to be co-opted by yet another man. moreover, now she never gets to see his change of heart, to see if he at least talks to her and apologizes for what he did to her - even if she couldn't fully accept it, even if she still begrudges him for all his terrible misdeeds, at least she'd get to choose what to do with that. it should've been HER active journey to navigate these complex feelings, but that opportunity is ripped away; now the only reality she can negotiate is a shitty dead dad. ALSO now the fallout of her father's actions all falls on her shoulders, since he's no longer around to face the consequences. he never gets to experience the theme of "fates worse than death", and instead haru has to clean up the mess...

also yeah the watching your dad die brutally part on live tv lmao... ouch.

i seriously wish persona handled the abusive dad stuff more gracefully, like between haru and yusuke it's such a shame more nuance and depth isn't wrought from those storylines - how you can be torn between the fact this person raised you and at times even cared for you, but still was a shit person overall. finding closure about that (if ever) is so complicated, and that journey could've been so emotionally engaging. it also just would've been more interesting for this theme to get fleshed out because of the parallels between these two and akechi, how their desire for validation from their dads was twisted and manipulated for other people's gains. my current take on haru and akechi's dynamic is like, haru is both firm about justice and kind about injustice - she'd feel the same anger towards shido as she feels towards her own dad, and she'd feel sympathy for akechi. not enough to just forgive him for the injustice he did to her by stealing her agency - but enough to recognize that he himself had a lot of agency stolen. being your dad's puppet hurts a lot and they both understand that pretty uniquely.

Persona 5 and to some extent the fandom tries to make us feel bad that Goro Akechi killed Haru's father but like that guy is basically the fast food equivalent of elon musk complete with space obsession, disrespecting his daughter, and workers abuse, and also his palace gave me a migraine so frankly im glad his ass is dead everyone say thank you akechi

[theladyfae]

hnnn must stop myself from addressing the casual homophobia in british secondary schools—

[reineyday]

lol i too dont actually know that much about hockey 😂😂 if i ever wrote this then id find a hockey fan and pick their brain properly, but honestly i'd prob actually approach it mostly from mihawk's pov and i highly doubt he knows much about ice hockey either :')

that being said, i do agree that sanji and zoro would be busy fighting amongst themselves that they become kind of memed for it lol.

there was someone else who tagged that zosan would protect usopp when usopp goes for the net and i agree with that too haha, it's probably a huge thing with pirates fans introducing the new team to new people and the noobs being all like, "arent those guys on the same team why are they fighting so much" and fans will just be like "that's just how zoro and sanji are, but if you're lucky you'll see them work together and trust me they're like, unstoppable". triply so when luffy's involved! and rip whatever player fron the ither team that decides to unfairly throw down because zoro and sanji will come after you.

uh i also think in shanks's time, benn would be an enforcer. (forgive me if the googling isnt up to par on this one. 😅) i mean, he's also an alternate captain (prob with yasopp) so he's not just an enforcer, but he's definitely out on the ice whenever other teams' fighters get put in. he's also a good strategist for their team.

i think probably shanks's team gets into the least fights altogether in the history of the pirates, but the ones they do get into are for the books lol. like 9 out of 10 times shanks will encourage his boys to stand down, but if he gets really tilted (probably from unjust targeting or unfair play that the referees either don't see or don't care about, or goading about things outside the rink) then he won't just think that a 5 min penalty is worth it, he'll be ready to stake his entire career on it haha. obviously his tenure ends with his injury, which means he wins and comes out on the right every single time. :') so like, out of shanks's pirates team, shanks does end up being the one that thinks penalties are worth it, but that team as a whole doesn't fight all too often.

idk man i think the pirates actually just end up finishing fights more than starting them, maybe with their matches against the white beards as exceptions, only bc they have a long-standing rivalry with them and so they play it up for fans. but like, everyone else seems to want to start fights with the pirates? esp the beasts, and the punks (from victoria lmao how perfect is that) get into it with the pirates both when shanks was captain, and when luffy becomes captain.

(shanks and kaido get into it bc shanks has heard things and Knows stuff but could never prove it, but when luffy gets into it again two years later, a whole bunch of really political shit comes out about kaido as well and it's Bad. the guy gets fired and also arrested lol. with kid, he just thought he was hot shit with shanks, who really showed him what's what, and then with luff it's a more amicable rivalry. uh, at least from luffy's pov LOL.)

hnn i hope that made sense ahaha.

Asking because I want to, who on the hockey teams would get into fights? Who sees the goalie get checked (knocked over, idk if you're a hockey fan or not) and decides that a five-minute penalty is worth it?

okay so I'm not a hockey fan by any means, and I actually have no idea what kind of rules we're talking about lmao

but considering that some of shanks' crew would be in the team with him, I kinda picture yassop being a little shit,

maybe more in the other teams, like the Pirates wouldn't usually start arguments, but they would sure as hell answer altogether if someone's hurt or something (again I have no idea how hockey work sorry--)

maybe @reineyday or @giurochedadomani could help me on that one as we've all been brainroting on that for a week-

thanks so much for your ask tho <33

[atlasisnothere]

A (Non-Comprehensive) List of Dinluke Fic Recs

Because everyone else is making lists of their favorite dinluke fics and I decided to join the party. Anything rated G or T on AO3 will be underneath the ‘SFW’ umbrella and anything rated M or E will be under ‘NSFW.’ I’ll also specify whether they’re one-shots or multi-chapter and their approximate word count. Also these lists are in no particular order they’re simply in the order of which I find them in my bookmarks, lol. If I know the author’s tumblr I have tagged them below!

(Edit: This list got very long and I apologise in advance lmao)

SFW FICS:

The Storm by Shirozora (@shirozora-draws)

[45k words multi-chapter]

Din Djarin needs a new ship.

Greef Karga makes him a deal - do some work for the guild and he'll get a brand new gunship. One such job takes him to a planet with a volatile storm system to track down a double-crossing bounty hunter. What he doesn't know is that the bounty hunter is there to loot an ancient Jedi temple. What neither of them know is that someone else is also on the planet searching for the temple.

And then the storm rolls in.

Christ in Repose by spqr (@andthepeople)

[7.7k words one-shot]

More on this story as it develops. Subscribe to HNN’s JEDI WATCH newsletter for instant updates on Jedi sightings throughout the galaxy.

icarus, point to the sun. by luminouskywhiner (@transmascskywalker)

[53k words multi-chapter]

The Mandalorian was born to be a king, and the Jedi was born to be alone.

—

Luke Skywalker reflects on loneliness and isolation, on fear and family.

Broken Threads by Sadie1902 (@sadiebwrites)

[78k words multi-chapter]

The battle is over, the rebels have won. But Luke Skywalker is still reeling from his ordeal in the Emperor's throne room, both physically and emotionally. Wracked with pain and fatigue, he tries to recuperate on Endor with a few days of much-needed rest. But before he even has a chance to relax, he's captured by an enterprising bounty hunter in Mandalorian armor.

Din Djarin can't believe his luck. It's the score of his life, the bounty they all said was impossible. The payout will set his Tribe up well... so long as they don't know exactly who he made a deal with. But the job turns out to be more than Din bargained for when his bounty collapses from mysterious injuries, and he must face the truth of the horrors the Empire has wrought.

Now, on the run from half the galaxy, it's a race against time as Din helps Luke find a cure for the disease that's slowly breaking the hero apart. There's only one problem... they need a Jedi. And Luke is the last of his kind.

Or is he?

Clan of Four by Aristippus and Withercrown (@a-aristippus and @withercrown)

[75k words ongoing multi-chapter]

The Jedi Order, much like the Mandalorian people, had been lost long before it fell. Now the Empire that struck them down has fallen too. The last sparks of these forgotten cultures are ready to be extinguished forever. But could they be rekindled instead?

Rey is a child with no past and no future. To leave Jakku with the Mandalorian, a man who has lost everything, is the easiest choice she’s ever made. There is no way for her to know that her chance meeting with her new protector could lead her to the heart of the Force, the long-forgotten heritage of the Mandalorians, and a very special inheritance.

And no one knows better than Rey that something thought to be lost for good can always be found again.

Lost & Found by @jofngve

[85k words ongoing multi-chapter]

Luke is not entirely sure how he is supposed to handle a situation like this.

"Uh," the Mandalorian says, it fizzles through the modulator. The small girl he is holding in his arms looks up from where she has hidden her face in his neck. "Yeah, so this is Rey."

--- So Mando has a tendency of finding and picking up Force sensitive children to bring them to Luke's finally some-what functioning school on Yavin. Which would be fine if the both of them didn't happen to stumble across the fact that the Empire is also in the business of collecting children.

Contents include: ideologically different pining idiots, space-travel-detective-work, and child-cloning-conspiracies

More Than His Armor by twoseas

[12k words one-shot]

Din visits Grogu at Luke’s academy more than any other parent. Luke isn’t complaining.

The Wanderer and the Seer by aiden_ng

[98k words multi-chapter]

Din Djarin is temporarily relieved of a single dad's responsibilities, only to be saddled with the much greater responsibilities of Mand'alor. Temporarily. Hopefully.

This is not the story of a great man becoming king; it's the story of some dude finding his place in the galaxy, freedom, and personal happiness through having some goddamn decency and good manners. Also the power of love, or whatever.

The Help You Need (The Love You Deserve) by @subtlehysteria

[57k words multi-chapter]

Luke Skywalker could not have predicted the troubles taking on a student of his own could bring about, nor the strange and mysterious Mandalorian who, despite his gruff exterior, was a loving and doting father.

As Luke attempts to build up the Jedi Order anew he also begins to befriend and get to know the Mandalorian and soon realises that they have more in common than he first thought.

Or...

Luke allows Din and Grogu to remain in contact and ends up getting far more than he bargained for.

but home was a dream by redyucca

[39k words multi-chapter]

Din takes off his helmet and learns how to put it back on.

Which is, like, a metaphor.

Where you go, I go too by thiswildheart

[53k words multi-work series]

Excerpts from the shared life of a Jedi and a Mandalorian as they do their best to raise a child, build a school and figure out who they are - and accidentally prove that falling in love can rewrite the future while they're at it.

you’re going to have to relocate the covert by aiden_ng

[6.8k words multi-chapter]

‘This is the Way,’ Din says aloud to the empty cavern. He feels—or he seems to hear—his kin and his vanished forebears echoing the words back to him, ghosts in the walls around him, all the dead and the scattered and the not-forgotten. He walks with them, these watchful invisible companions, on the way of the Mandalore.

No Glory in the West by @leorizanzel

[83k words multi-chapter]

Texas, 1870 - Din Djarin, a bounty hunter with a mysterious past and the quickest draw this side of the Mississippi, finds a new gig escorting a strange young man to his destination.

Inspired by Casual Cowboy Friday and my love for the American West as a whole.

Thaw by spqr (@andthepeople)

[6.3k words one-shot]

That’s what hope does to you, Luke remembers now. It lingers at the back of your mind, whispering maybe, maybe, so that knowing a plan is stupid isn’t enough to keep you from trying it.

Sweater Weather by shirozora (@shirozora-draws)

[22k words multi-chapter]

For two months, Din Djarin has been delivering the same order from the same restaurant to the same address every several days. The customer is a newcomer to Nevarro, a PhD student who seems out of place in the city but has become part of Din's everyday life. Then Luke changes their routine with a small gift and the uneventful, mundane life Din made for himself and his adopted son Grogu starts to unravel.

The Once and Future King by @leorizanzel

[30k words ongoing multi-chapter]

 “Din Djarin, the Once and Future King,” Luke declared, his voice somehow ringing through Din’s head rather than through his ears. It sounded as though another voice spoke over Luke’s own. This man was Luke Skywalker, and yet, was not. “You wield the Darksaber, won in honorable combat, as Kings of Mandalore before you. The Force commands you to seek the Child and save it from its doom, and in doing so, will save the galaxy and reunite your people under your banner. Do you accept your quest?”

The Force delivers a dire prophecy to Din Djarin, demanding he take his rightful place as the king of his people. With the help of the last Jedi, he must gather his closest allies and prevent the worst to come.

I have made this place around you by HeadOn_HelmetOff

[25k multi-chapter]

“Do you know who you are, Din Djarin?”

 Survivor of Aq Vetina.  Mandalorian.  Bounty hunter.  Apostate.  Father.

 Mand’alor.

“...No,” he uttered.

Luke nodded sagely.  “Then that’s what we’ll focus on first.”

It Was Always You by @subtlehysteria

[15k words one-shot]

He’s strong, powerful, his footwork far better than just your average person who occasionally skates for fun.

As if that wasn’t enough, Luke watches in shock and awe as the man executes a neat triple toe loop, landing near-flawlessly with only a slight wobble.

He doesn’t even register what’s happening, just sprints down the last set of stairs and rams into the barrier, hands raised to cup over his mouth and help project his voice.

“HEY, YOU!”

The man falters, head snapping to Luke. A single thick brow rises in question.

“DO YOU WANNA BE MY PARTNER?” Luke yells.

*

Or, the one where Luke needs a new ice dancing partner and Din just happens to be in the right place at the right time.

crystals in the current by @willowcrowned

[22k words multi-chapter]

Luke gets the message from the child in the early evening.  

It’s spring on Yavin, and the wind smells like the glowing purple blossoms that cluster in the corners of old rooms and spring up through the pavement. The air is heavy with twilight, the orange-violet of the sky creeping its way down, filtering through the new-leafed boughs and down to where he’s sitting under a tree.  

or Luke takes Grogu, but the sundering on the lightcruiser isn't an ending; it's a beginning.

Like the Dawn by @ace-din-djarin

[14k words one-shot]

Din’s words appear a few months after the attack on his village, after he had been taken in and adopted by the Mandalorians and the grief was still thick in his throat. He doesn’t know, at first, that they are there at all, until his baji’buir looks at him, her golden buy’ce tilted, and says, quietly, “I believe you have your words, ad.” She hands him a piece of shining beskar to use as a mirror, and sure enough, curled under his left ear in a slanting script, there they are. Two words: I am.

—

Just before his eyes slip closed, he sees something else overlaid on what he can actually see  — a flash of silver, shining and beautiful. Something in Luke’s heart sings, for just a second, and he hears the Force whispering ‘ this one.’ He strains, trying to see more, but he can’t hold on, and drops down into unconsciousness.

—

Or: The first words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin. Luke and Din travel the galaxy before they find their match.

the body was made soft to keep us from loneliness by torrents

[4.9k words one-shot]

“Hey, Mando?”

Din quickly angles his helmet up again. “Yeah?”

Luke’s looking down at him, mouth wide and his teeth glinting in the afternoon light. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh.” Din stares, holding his gaze through the visor, and nods. “Yeah.” A pause. “I’m glad to be here, too.”

Din learns another way to love.           

I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life by @coffeecatsme

[8.4k words one-shot]

 The first time Din touches his helmet to Luke’s forehead, it's by complete accident.

Or, 5 times Luke doesn't know Din kisses him and 1 time he does.

NSFW FICS:

oh the things we left behind by @furiosophie

[103k words multi-chapter]

After he commits every single weapon in the hold to memory, Din finds himself cataloging more and more things about Skywalker instead, small observations that carve out a space in his mind unbidden.

---

As much as Din likes to tell himself that he’s just been taking a well-deserved break, the truth is that for the six months following their daring rescue he’s been nothing but truly and utterly lost. That is until Luke Skywalker gives him a ship and hires him to help figure out what the hell the Empire needed the Child’s blood for.

As they drift through the empty void of hyperspace, they slowly find unexpected companions in each other and realize their respective paths might not be as set as they once thought.

Stardust Legacies by @withercrown

[187k words multi-chapter]

The child has found safety with the Jedi, but that doesn't mean the threat is over. What's left of the Empire is still hunting Force-sensitive individuals, and a not-so-chance encounter leads Din to some uncomfortable truths regarding his own nature.

What does it mean to be both a Mandalorian and a Jedi, and what will that mean for the future of the galaxy?

His Beacon, His Harbor by annathaema (moony) (@dosmit-raeh)

[21k words one-shot]

The first thing Din noticed was the fire in the hearth. Near the hearth was a small, handmade crib, and from the crib came an excited cry. It spread through Din's chest like a bloodstain, perhaps it had in fact pierced his heart. He knew that little voice.

“Hey, you,” said Din softly. He dropped to his knees as the Kid scrambled out of the crib and scampered to him, crawling into his lap and burbling happily.

“That’s the most excited I’ve seen him in months,” said Skywalker. Din hadn’t even noticed him sitting across the room at a rough-hewn wooden table, nursing a cup of something. He wore the same carefully neutral expression he'd had on Gideon's ship, but his clothes were now desert-colored and hung loose around Skywalker's wiry frame. His hair was in disarray and it made him look much younger than he'd seemed on the ship; there, he'd seemed world-weary and ancient. Now, Din felt an insane need to protect.

Skywalker raised his cup at Din in greeting, a lopsided smile on his face. “He’s missed you," he said.

“Feeling’s mutual,” said Din gruffly.

___

The Mandalorian becomes Din Djarin. Din Djarin becomes.

(Luke helps.)

The Father the Son and the Exile by SushiBurrito (@sushiburritonoms)

[138k words multi-chapter]

Luke Skywalker has vanished. Declared a missing person two years after the Battle for Endor, the unofficial bounty for Skywalker has become the largest ever recorded. Hundreds of hunters search the galaxy for his whereabouts; yet despite this, no one has managed to find Skywalker. No one, except a small Force sensitive child and his Mandalorian father.

Or an alternate universe tale where Force visions warn Luke about Ben Solo several decades earlier but the consequences still force him to go on the run, this time directly into the path of Din Djarin.

Last of the Old Gods by angiebodies (@lessthantwelveparsecs)

[106k words ongoing multi-chapter]

A chance meeting puts Luke Skywalker and Din Djarin back on the same path. As Din comes to terms with his obligations to Mandalore, Luke begins to question his own commitment to the Jedi Order. Together they learn that the truths of their creeds are mutable, but their faith in each other is absolute.

Things Stranger Than Reality by Kitty_KatAllie (@spainkitty)

[73k words ongoing multi-chapter]

Nothing happens in Hawkins, Indiana. It’s one of the reasons why Paige and Rose Tico moved across the country from California. But one early Monday morning, at exactly 3:42 AM, something even worse than Oakland’s everyday violence began to hunt through the shadows of that sleepy, safe, little town. And Rey’s the only one who knows.

In the same town, the too-tired Sheriff Djarin has had enough to deal with. Emergency calls about power outs, conspiracy theories about military experiments at the town lab, and a war vet with a too pretty smile and great coffee took all of Din’s time. He never thought life would change, each moment routine and numbing while his past mistakes haunted him. Until a combination of mysterious murders, disappearances, and reports of a wild feral child in the woods turned his life upside down. Perhaps he should’ve listened to Skywalker’s wild theories a little sooner…

buy a big house where we both could live by lacecat

[76k words ongoing multi-chapter]

Din trails behind them and reminds himself this is temporary. He’ll make sure they get to the temple safe, and once he’s sure that Luke agrees to continue training Grogu, he’ll leave them.

Grogu reaches up with his hand to tug at the edge of Luke’s shirt, and Din’s fingers flex at his sides.

This is the way, he tells himself.

It’s Just a Dream I Had in Mind by xXxVioletSkyxXx (@leiainhoth)

[188k words ongoing multi-chapter]

For so long, Din fought the reality of giving the child up, giving him to the jetii and moving on. He had prepared for it, packed a bag and left it all behind, so his son could have the life he deserved. All until he didn't have to. Or the one where Luke rescues Grogu on Tython, and Din rescues Luke in return.

The Armour You Wear by @subtlehysteria

[101k words multi-chapter]

The only reason Din even knew about the audition was because of Cara.

“Djarin I swear you were made for this role. He’s a grump who acts all tough but really has a heart of gold and ends up adopting this little kid that was supposed to be a bounty. If that doesn’t scream Din Djarin I don’t know what does.”

Din hated to admit it, but Cara had a fair point.

*

Stuntman-turned-actor Din Djarin thinks he's prepared for whatever The Mandalorian Season 3 has to offer. So when he's informed he's going to be performing his first on-screen romance with award-winning actor Luke Skywalker, he may start to panic just a little. Especially because his character, who, until now, has worn his helmet 24/7, is going to be coming out of his beskar-shell so to speak and go helmetless for multiple scenes. Worried he doesn't have what it takes to give the performance required of him, Din turns to his new co-star for advice. Luke is sweet, an excellent teacher and turns out to be an even more amazing friend.

So what happens when on-screen romance starts bleeding into their real-life relationship?

Bending at the Heart of Me by Chromat1cs (@brightmouth)

[7.3k words one-shot]

His eyelids resisted for a few tries as he fought to drag them open, eyes rolling and shuddering beneath them until they finally peeled open to a soft, buttery light.

 There were creatures twittering gently through a wide, open window carved into a wall to his right. The room smelled of cardamom. A comfortable heft of warm, bulky blankets was pillowed around him.

Was he fucking dead?

~

Fennec has business elsewhere, Din is glad to pick up her leftovers for the extra credits, and a certain Jedi has eerily good instincts for swooping in unannounced.

It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me by notaqueenakhaleesi

[67k words ongoing multi-chapter]

“Jedi, this is the Mandalorian. Mando. I found your holo number from an old friend, so I thought I’d give a buzz to see how the kid’s progressing, so, yeah. Let me know. Over.”

“Hey, Mando again. I forgot to mention that he eats anything he lays his eyes on. Be careful he doesn’t eat something that could kill him. Over.”

“…. Sorry, didn’t add that he needs to eat a lot. Is he, uh. Is he eating well? Over.”

“Is this kriffing thing even working? Over.”

“How the…” A crackle of static, then, at last, a voice.

Professor Bug by spqr (@andthepeople)

[7k words one-shot]

“I saw your notes for your lecture on the Jedi Order,” Luke says quietly. “And I know you’re very good at what you do, babe, but I want you to know that like half of it is wrong.”

Din stares at him.

“Okay,” Luke says. He leans over and kisses Din on the forehead. “See you tomorrow. Bye.”

Pragmatics by Derkish

[57k words multi-chapter]

 Admittedly, this is not the first time Luke has wound up at someone else’s kitchen table in someone else’s clothes. But it’s not breakfast, Luke’s not an undergrad scarfing down bacon and eggs to cure the common hangover, and Din doesn’t strike him as the kind of guy he’d meet at a house party. The baby is definitely a first.

Luke is a grad student trying to finish his linguistics PhD after an unexpected leave of absence. His neighbor, Din, is a single dad and delivery guy at Pizza Parsec.

(Actually, Pizza Parsec is just a front for the bounty hunters' guild. But Luke doesn't need to know that.)

[aiiwa]

KISS FOR ME — YELENA AND PIECK.

— yelena x reader x pieck.

genre: smut, 18+.

warnings: vagina having reader, no pronouns used for reader, scissoring, slight overstimulation, squirting, exhibitionism, yelena calls herself ‘owner’ at the end. if i miss anything please let me know.

word count: 1.6k.

— a/n: first ever fic for aot and it’s brought from me wanting to ✂️ pieck heheheh. be nice to me please 😫🙏🏽. reblogs are always apreciated. thank you to my precious besties @jeanbeaux n @asahiswrld for beta-ing for me <3333.

yelena’s hooded gaze was gluttonous in the way she drank in the sight of her dolls, sitting bare and pretty just for her.

dark eyes burned a trail down your skin. it started from your nape, lingering on the curve of your breasts before sliding down the valley; admiring your tummy, the dip of your waist, the slope of your hips. once her stare settled between the plush of your thighs, your skin lit ablaze, heat shooting straight down to your aching cunt - a silver string of your slick dripping onto the dampened bed sheet.

the corner of her thin lips pull upward in a smirk.

beside you was pieck, who fared no better than you under the power of yelena. you could almost see the small goosebumps prickling her pale skin; the warmth of her small shoulder brushing against yours was familiar and comforting.

“babies.” yelena cooed, calling for you and pieck’s attention. “my pretty babies.”

she makes a show of stripping off her suit jacket, hanging it over the back of the crimson love seat, before haphazardly dropping onto the cushion. spreading her long legs wide, your breath hitches at the way her beige pants tighten around her strong thighs, defining the shape of her taut muscles. everything about her demeanour is calm, casual in the way her fingers undo the first few buttons of her white shirt.

“why don’t you give each other a kiss for me?” the lilt in her tone covers her command as a suggestion. leaning back in her seat, placing her elbows on the armrests, you and pieck react quickly.

turning to face each other, the pink pout of pieck’s lips meet your own eagerly. with your hands on her waist, you pull her flush against you as her own small hand holds the back of your head. you can’t help but moan into her mouth as your tongues brush against each other sensually, hands roaming as pieck sucks on your tongue gently.

the dissatisfied tsk of yelena breaks the spell of your make out.

slightly dazed, you move back from pieck slightly. both of you wearing the same worried look. neither would you two ever want to displease your love.

“yelena…?” you whisper her name out, hesistant.

pieck follows your lead. “is this not what you want?”

“no.” the word alone sends a shiver down your spine. yelena leans back into the chair, stare hard and jaw tilted up. “i want to see those pretty pussies of yours kiss.”

the whimper that escapes pieck is unwillingly loud, coloured with need. your own is caught in your throat, the throbbing of your cunt taking over your mind and body.

a flurry of pets and whines has pieck laying on her back, inky locks spread over the pillow underneath her head, with her thighs parted invitingly. you’re enchanted by the juices leaking from her tight little hole, smeared across her inner thighs and the trimmed stripe of dark curls just above her clit. and when you reach out to brush along her slit, coating the pad of your thumb in her arousal, she’s quick to grab at your wrist.

“don’t tease, y/n.” pieck hisses, pleading eyes looking up at you. “please.”

yelena chuckles lowly from her seat, already enjoying the show. she always loved how desperate the two of would get. especially when things got vocal.

shaking pieck’s lithe fingers from your wrist, you shuffle closer to her; knees dipping into the mattress, as you hold on to her toned leg, sliding your own to the side of her hip - slotting yourself to straddle her almost sideways.

with no hesitation, you lower yourself against her testingly, enticing a harmony of your shared moans.

“f-fuck.” you gasp, throwing your head. pressed against her, the sensation of her warm, wet cunt against your own starts to fog your mind.

“y/n.” pieck’s whines are begging. “move, y/n…your pussy feels so good against mine.”

“listen to her, baby doll.” yelena pipes up, completely relaxed in her seat. “kiss your pussies together even more for me, won’t you?”

the praise from pieck and yelena’s words has you rolling your hips, gliding your pussy over her silky folds, gasping each time your clits catch on to each other’s. it’s extremely lewd, the sloppy sound of your cunts smushed together, slick mixing and dribbling down your thighs. the sensation has you completely intoxicated.

“mmm.” moaning loudly, you caress pieck’s leg in your hold. leaning in slightly to press a gentle kiss to her ankle, you smile against her skin, licking and grazing your teeth along the soft flesh.

“shit-“ she curses, arching into you more. grinding upwards to meet your thrusts.

you feel her hand reach out to touch you, grabbing onto your hips and digging her fingers into you bruisingly - urging you for more.

angling your head back slightly, mid-thrust, you catch a glimpse of yelena’s form. her nails carve crescent moon shapes into the armrest, tell-tale signs of her restraint to not surge towards her two lovers. no matter how much you and pieck would play with each other in front of her, yelena would never yield until the end.

and best of all, she never touched herself. pleasing her was a job left strictly for her precious dolls.

the way you kiss you and pieck’s pussies together in slow, meaningful strokes is dizzying. and it starts to become too much, too soon. with your swollen clit sliding against her mound, and with pieck’s pushed against your soppy slit, edging into the entrance of your tight hole; the two of you become a mess of mewls.

“hnn, y/n.” the way her angel lips moans your name is sinful. “baby please, wanna cum.”

your pants are louder, choking on your moans as you slide yourself over her cunt harder, faster; that you both can’t help but cry out as you reach your peaks.

“oh my, ah, f-fuck-!”

“‘m cumming, y/n, oh-!”

you still on top of pieck, tongue lolled and thighs tensed, your pussy clenching around nothing as you come undone. swearing you can feel the pulsing of pieck’s cunt in time with your own, she squirms underneath you in a fit of pleasure, eyes rolled back as she whines through her orgasm.

“fuck me.” yelena’s voice is muffled by the sound of your own racing heart; but the proud tone in her voice is all you need to turn and face her.

“w-were we…good for you?”

“so good, baby. so fucking perfect.”

sighing contently, you press your forehead to pieck’s leg still in your hold. smiling, your body felt amazing as if you were floating; you don’t even have time to react as pieck flips the two of you over with practiced ease.

“p-pieck-!”

flat on your back, pieck makes fast work pushing your knees against your chest; squeezing the fat of your thighs as she presses the side of her calves to your hips. with your own glistening pussy exposed, pieck saddles on the backs of your thighs, and when she rolls her hips, you jolt as your puffy clits rub against each other.

“fuck, yes-!”

you’re choking on your moans, mouth parted as gasps huff out and drool pools from the corner. you’re absolutely entranced by the way pieck’s full breasts bounce in your face, how her tummy rolls as she ruts into you.

a thin sheen of sweat lays over your heated skin. and when you find your voice, you’re calling out her name over and over like a prayer.

“pieck, pieck, pieck, pieck!”

she consumes every part of your being - yelena’s keen eyes watching blocked from your mind. you even miss the damp patch darkening the crotch of her beige pants.

pieck rocks against you hard, too fast for your sensitive cunt; your bodies tremble as the waves of your orgasm bubbling in your tummy threaten to burst at any moment. it’s when your throbbing clit draws against her dripping entrance once, twice, thrice that you fall apart completely.

your eyes widen, white stars dotting your vision, as your release squirts from your pulsating hole.

“ah, ah, haaa~”

despite the way your mouth jars open in a silent cry, pieck continues to jack rabbit hump your poor pussy. she pants heavy, dark locks stuck to her forehead until she reaches her own high - spraying her own cum all over you.

“ooh, fuck, yes…”

riding out your highs together, you’re lost in the overstimulation; incoherent harmonies of your babbles are the only sound heard in the room. when you finally break apart from each other, pieck falling back across from you, your body trembles from the after effects - your slick drooling from your twitching cunt.

the slow clapping pulls you and pieck from your post-orgasm daze, and through your half-lidded gaze, you watch as yelena stands from her seat and approaches you two.

“such good babies.” the tall woman praises, leaning over your spent bodies. “so messy too, hm?”

a long finger trails down your wet tummy, swirling the mixture of you and pieck’s cum, before moving down to dip into your pussy. the mutual gasp and keen shared between you and pieck, tells you that yelena is doing the same to her.

“i love watching my dolls kiss.” yelena’s finger slowly pumps in and out of you, chuckling lowly as you clamp around the digit desperately. “seeing your cunts kiss and cum all over each other, fuck, it drives me insane.”

hastily, yelena yanks her finger out of you and pieck; the two of you crying out at the lost of contact, blinking up at her.

“shut up.”

harsh silence invades the room. yelena smiles warmly at your obedience, before grabbing at you and pieck’s hands, bringing them to brush over her crotch and grip onto her leather belt.

“now, you’ll be my perfect dolls and make your owner feel good, won’t you?”

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[germvity]

leon kennedy x reader // drunk puppy

chris drags leon through to your apartment after a night of drinking, and being the mess he is, leon wants your attention.

reader gender: female

genre: fluff with smut

tags: heavy drinking, reader helping leon get sober, clingy behaviour, chris is done with leons shit 😭

warnings: drinking/alcohol, the nickname puppy used for leon, smut, leon being horni and going to horni jail, swearing, thigh riding (giving), femdom, leon giving me hard switch energy 😭✋, calling someone mommy/mommy kink

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three loud bangs interrupt your alone time and you jump, almost dropping your phone on the hardwood floor. "y/n!" a loud, familiar voice calls, and it sounds pissed. you swing the door open to see chris holding leon by the scruff of his jacket, and your boyfriend's cheeks are flushed red as he beams at you. "take him. i'm done with his constant whining about wanting to see you." chris deadpans, shoving your pretty blonde boy into your arms. "y/n..!" leon slurs, nuzzling up into your neck. "oh, chris!" you call before he walks off. "what?" the man stops suddenly and looks at you over his shoulder. "thanks for taking care of him." you smile at your friend, and he sighs grumpily. "sure, just get him sober and take care of him." chris replies, a soft smile on his face.

the apartment door closes behind you as you guide leon to the couch, but the blonde isn't making it easy. "y/n, i missed you sooooo much." he mumbles into your skin, arms tight around your waist as he takes in your scent. "you've only been gone for a few hours, lovely." you remind him, and he pouts at you as you push him on the couch. "don't call me thaaat!" leon cries, and you roll your eyes. "oh? what do you want me to call you then?" you fold your arms as you watch his curious face. it's as if you could see his brain ticking as he thinks. "the other one." he finally replies, big blue eyes looking back up at you. "baby?" you try, and he sticks his bottom lip out at you. "noooo.. the other other one!" your boyfriend whines, his drunken state slumping back on the couch. "how about... darling?"

"no... the nice one." leon huffs, his boot scraping at the hardwood like an upset child being made to sit in timeout. you hum in thought, sauntering to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. "where are you going?" he calls after you, about to get up until you respond. "getting you a drink to sober you up, puppy." you call back. "that's it!" your boyfriend yells and you almost drop the glass. "baby, what's-?" you get cut off by your boyfriend's voice. "that's the one! you said it!" he beams up at you. "puppy?" you test, and leon nods happily. "you like being called puppy?" you tease, pressing the glass into his hands. "yeah." the blonde sips the drink and cringes at the bland taste. "ahh.." he whimpers quietly, holding the glass away like a fussy child. "you need to keep drinking it to feel better, puppy." you say softly, sitting beside him on the couch. leon lets out a big huff, but drinks the water anyway. you smile when he finishes it, placing the empty glass on the floor and kicking his boots off.

"hmmm, y/n?" leon mumbles, and you hum as you look over at him. "can we cuddle, pleeeease??" he draws out, giving you his best puppy eyes. "c'mere then." you smile, offering him your arm so he could lay on your chest. leon clambers over you and flops down on top of you, gripping your shirt with his fingers. "mmmm.. thank you." he whispers, and you wrap your arms tightly around him. "no problem, puppy." you smile, kissing his head softly. "fuck... i love it when you call me that." leon admits again, voice barely above a whisper as he nuzzles into your chest. you comb your fingers through his soft hair, scratching at his scalp affectionately as you chuckle softly. "yeah? you like being my puppy?" you smile at his reaction, the way he seizes up and shudders at your words. "yeah." leon replies, hiding his blush in your chest. "speak up, puppy." you tease, moving your hand from his scalp to his face so he could look at you. "hnn." his eyes flicker away but the light tap of your finger on his cheek brings him back to you. "c'mon, tell me what you like." you continue. "i... like when you call me that." leon's cheeks are so red you can't help but giggle. "call you what? i call you many things." your thumb rubs his bottom lip gently. "i.. i like being your... i.." he stammers, eyes looking anywhere but you. "haha. alright, puppy. relax, i'm only teasing." you smile, giving him a gentle kiss.

"fuck, y/n you don't know what that does to me..." leon whimpers, hazy, drunk eyes fluttering closed. "my puppy.." you smile, gently rubbing his cheek as his eyebrows furrow. "stop..." the blonde's voice cracks slightly and you grin. "what's wrong, puppy?" you whisper to him. "y/n..." his breath is shuddery as he tightens his grip on your shirt. "puuuppyyy." you drawl out, your other hand cups his other cheek as you now hold his face with both hands. leon whimpers, hips catching on your thigh as he lets out a soft sigh. "damn, i knew this would get a rise out of you but wow. you really do like this, don't you? puppy?" you tease, and his blue eyes find yours. "fuck..." he whimpers, moving to nuzzle into your neck. "aww, puppy. you getting all worked up?" you continue, running your hand down his spine affectionately. "y/n..." he whispers, giving your thigh another hump, yet this time more shyly. "go on, puppy. you can do it." you straighten your leg for him, letting him find a steady pace against your leg. leon lets out a soft moan that vibrates against your neck, and you give his jaw a soft kiss to encourage him to keep going.

leon gasps against your neck, whimpering into your skin as his clothed dick grinds against your thigh. "aww, puppy. is that good?" you kiss his pulse softly, and leon's breath audibly hitches in his throat. "oh, my pretty puppy looks so puppy like this." you whisper into his ear, enjoying how he reacted. "c-can i please cum??" leon moans, pulling on your shirt so he could nuzzle closer. "so soon?" you tease, pretending to think. "please mommy, i've been good." he begs, hips speeding up a little. "fine, but only because you've asked so politely." you laugh, giving his ear a soft kiss as he keens with a mantra of thank you's. "come on, puppy, cum on mommy's leg." you grin, loving leon's moans and whimpers as his hips stutter then stop with a loud whine.

gently rubbing his back, you spoil leon with praise, and he absorbed all your words happily. "c'mon puppy, let's get you clean and get you to bed." you smile, sitting up with the blonde in your lap. "but-" he tries to start, but you cut him off with a playful "ah ah ah." which affectively hushes him. "come on, shower time." you smile, helping your boyfriend stand. before he went into police training you could of carried his scrawny ass to the shower, but now he's been working out and eating more healthy you couldn't scoop him up as easily which this leon, the needy sub kind, hated.

leon pouts, trying to get you to hold him but your much weaker arms couldn't manage. "puppy, c'mon. use your legs for mommy." you roll your eyes as he huffs stubbornly, nuzzling into your neck. "don't wanna." he pouts into your skin. "leon." you warn, and he whines softly at the tone. "i don't wanna..!" he cries and you roll your eyes. "fine, but if i drop you it's your own fault." you give in, knowing he's too stubborn to do anything in this still drunk and needy mindset.

your boyfriend gives a drunken giggle, wrapping his arms around your neck as you pull his legs around your waist. "you're not my little baby anymore, you're actually quite heavy." you remind him, but leon ignores you, happily kissing your neck up as you slowly carry him to the bathroom. "fuck puppy, c'mon let go." you wheeze as you manage to haul his ass onto the counter. leon pouts as he lets go of your neck, watching you leave to get some towels and clean clothes before turning the shower on for him. "c'mon, leon. this should sober you up." you smile, gesturing for him to come to you.

leon jumps off the counter and stumbles into you arms. "hi." your boyfriend giggles, kissing you softly. "do i have to undress you too?" you ask, joking, but he nods. "damn it.. you're lucky i love you, puppy." you sigh, tugging his jacket off and grabbing the hem of his shirt as he raises his arms for you to strip him off his shirt. "thank youuu..~" leon purrs, giving you a soft kiss as you help him out his pants and cum stained boxers. you go to leave to give your lover privacy, but he snatches your wrist with his damn puppy eyes. "stay? i don't wanna be alone." leon's bottom lip sticks out at you and you sigh. "fine, i'll stay with you but i'm not getting in." you reply, stepping back into the bathroom.

you sit on the counter as you wait for leon to sober up. eventually, leon sighs, turns the shower off and gets out. you toss him the towel you got for him and he mumbles a small thank you. "you feel better?" you ask as he dries himself off. "yeah. thanks for putting up with me." leon avoids your eyes, cheeks flushing red and this time not from alcohol. you laugh at his embarrassed look, getting down from the counter to give him a soft kiss. "i love you." you smile, helping him pull his shirt on. "i love you too." leon smiles, kissing you again. you give him one last kiss before heading through to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

settling was easy, and you wait for your boyfriend to get into bed with you. eventually, his side of the bed dips and he cuddles up to you. "i love you." leon mumbles into your ear, kissing behind your ear affectionately. "i love you too, puppy." you grin, rolling over to coddle him and flutter soft kisses onto his face. "stop..." leon blushes, going to turn away from you. "what? i thought you liked being called puppy." you continue to tease, kissing him lovingly. leon sighs, "i'm not gonna live this down, am i?" your boyfriend mumbles as he leans his forehead against yours. "nope. i love you." you giggle as the two of you settle. "i love you more."

[satashiiwrites]

WIP Wednesday

I’m not saying what this is from because that would be telling too much.  But I figured @radio-chatter​ could use a pick me up for their Wednesday. 

Tagging the usual crew: @imsupposedtobewritting​ @quietborderline​ @radio-chatter​ @whimsyswastry​ @outtoshatter​ @tkwritesdumbassassins​ @elisela​ no pressure as always and anyone else who wants to join in is more than welcome. 

“Daddy—Poppa says you’re late,” came the voice of his daughter making Scott look up.  All of five years old, she was the spitting image of Reyes. Dark eyes watched him from underneath dark hair that had been carefully braided back by Keema’s or Ellen’s expert hands and a string of flowers twisted into the strands to make a delicate flower crown. 

A crown for a princess—which is what the entire family called their youngest, and only, daughter. Elinor who was named after Scott’s own mother.  Elinor Julieta Vidal-Ryder. 

Normally, Eli would be in a pair of dungarees and a t-shirt but someone had obvious bribed her to get her into the dress she was wearing.  It didn’t escape Scott’s notice that her usual pair of boots peaked out from underneath the hem instead of the slippers his mom tried to bribe her into wearing. 

“Late am I?” He teased her, letting her climb up into his lap so she could see what he was looking at.  The flight plan on the display was her brother’s and Scott had been monitoring the spaceport’s traffic control channel all morning.  

It would be good to have Matteo back.  He’d been training on Aya now for almost six months and despite the regular emails and vidcalls, Matteo had forbidden both of his parents from just popping over to Aya to just ‘check on him’ as Reyes had tried to phrase it. 

Their eldest wanted to make his own way and both Scott and Reyes supported him. Scott had to talk Reyes out of objecting when Matteo had joined the Kadaran Defense Force under the name Matteo Harlow in order to avoid special treatment and they’d had to use intermediaries like Crux to send care packages for the first year before Matteo had decided he trusted his fire team enough to let them know who his parents were. 

Scott had resisted the urge to point out that given he looked like Scott’s clone minus having Reyes’ dark hair or that his son had the same speech patterns as the King of Kadara and when he was tired he made the exact same face Reyes did when he was doing official interviews it was pretty obvious whose child he was.   Reyes had merely sighed and rolled his eyes when Matteo’s unit had let it slip that they had figured it out the second week of boot camp on Havarl. It wasn’t like either Scott or Reyes wasn’t easily recognizable to everyone in Heleus with access to HNN. 

[doctorgerth]

H-hewwo I heard we can requests from both lists so 👉👈 Can I ask for 14 from the fluff, female reader being the one lifted? If it could be for chubby reader and kinda comforting, it'd be nice, but please write it however you like! For characters, same story: Law, Luffy or Zoro. Thank you so much! 💕

a/n: started Box A with Law, ended Box A with Law, how fitting ☺️ this ended up not as comforting as I’m sure you were anticipating hnn, but I hope you still enjoy it!! Law thinks reader is undermining his strength and doesn’t realize she is just insecure about her weight which results in petty Law 😂

prompt: BOX A - ⒁ Lifting the other one up

pairing: Law x Chubby F!Reader

warnings: low key petty & insecure Law | weight insecurities | Law’s poor attempt at being comforting lol

word count: ~490

“You seriously believe that I can’t lift you up?”

Your brows raise at his tone, “I’m not trying to offend you, Law, I just-“

“Well, consider me offended.” Before you can respond, he’s quick to turn away from you and hurry off elsewhere.

Now, you’re struggling to reach for your favorite bowl. Usually placed on an easily accessible shelf, you can see it slightly protruding from the shelf at the very top. The shelf where next to nothing resides because no one else can reach it without assistance from taller members of the crew. You scoff, first wondering why a shelf like that even exists, then wondering how Law, your oh so loving boyfriend, had even gotten the bowl up there. Surely he hadn’t coerced Bepo into these petty antics.

“Need help?” You can almost hear the smug smile on his face before you even turn around to see it.

“No thanks, I got it.” You sneer, making a show of grabbing the spare kitchen chair, dragging it across the floor so it squeaks the entire way. Law doesn’t budge, simply shrugs as he sips his coffee. You almost want to throw the chair at him.

Instead, you stand on the seat of the chair, reaching up for the bowl. Your fingers graze it, but struggle to grab it. You stand on your tippy toes, nearly able to grasp at the lip until you feel the chair disappear from under you. You hardly have time to register that you’re falling before you feel strong, familiar hands lifting you up by the soft flesh of your waist until you are eye-level with the bowl and dusty shelf.

You look down, your hands grasping at his shoulders as you prepare for his arms to collapse, inevitably dropping you because you believe to be far from lightweight. And he does, but only slightly so his arms can loop underneath your plump bottom, encouraging your legs to wrap around him while he holds you up effortlessly. He smirks up at you, “Would’ve saved us both the trouble if you’d just let me lift you up.”

“Am I not too heavy?” You mutter in response, wanting to cling to him tighter but too scared to crush him with your weight. One of your legs begins to seek the ground beneath you until he secures you in his hold.

Law’s features visibly soften for a brief moment before his brows knit together. “Of course not. Don’t say stupid things like that.” He squeezes you into him tighter, and you don’t miss the subtle flex of his arms nor the faint blush that blooms along his cheeks, “I’ll hold you just like this for the rest of the day if it will make you feel better.”

The bowl is all but forgotten as Law holds you up, refusing to let you go as he proves both his strength and endless love for you, no matter your size.

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[clearwillow]

A new oneshot for you today! It’s been sitting in my wips folder since last April and I really did not want to let a full year pass before I finished it (cause we’ve got literally a couple weeks so I’m cutting it close XD) It’s canon-divergent, has humor and smut. At least I hope it’s funny. I laughed as I edited, so I hope you will too.

Summary: A plan. That’s what they were gonna call it. A decent plan had a contingency plan in case things went sideways. This was insane. What was she going to do if she was caught? If she got hurt? How could she explain herself?

Somehow the words “Sango put me up to spying on Inuyasha naked” wouldn’t hold up no matter how much she begged for forgiveness.

Rated: E

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