#i feel like my writing is slowly starting to improve omg

[cherrylovelycherry]

Hi! I wanted to say that I really love your writing, I spent hours binge reading without even noticing! I also love how creative your "menu" is. I wanted to ask if you take requests? If so, could I request a Boothill x Fem reader souffle? It can be any kind of plot or without plot at all. I just really like your writing and would like to see one of Boothill. Thank you so much for your time -anon

.note. hihi anon! aww it's nice that you like my writing, thanks! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) this took me a while, uni is being hard on me. sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language. anyway, i'm kicking my feet as i write this. i have the hc that boothill is sweet and gentle when it comes to intimacy, the complete opposite of his appearance, so yeah. hope you like it! ദ്ദി (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)~✧

𓂅new order. "soufflé and a éclair au chocolat."

You know what they say — save a horse, ride a cowboy!

pairing. Boothill x fem!reader cw/genre. nsfw, fluff, cunnilingus, blowjob, some praise kink, first time, mdni synopsis. you ended up fucking a cowboy full menu

You're were with Boothill this afternoon, as he was willing to give you lessons on horse riding after he realised how incredibly inexperienced you were.

You were lucky he taught you, though you assumed it would be his way of repaying the favors you did him, fixing and improving his robotic body countless times.

The countryside is just outside of the busy city, so, as somone who lived in the city, being with Boothill in the countryside was very different.

After an hour or two, you started to grow tired and Boothill noticed it. He offered for you to come to his house, or so you thought, since that was where he was staying for a while, instead of walking all the way back home in such a tired state. You nodded, exhuasted, just wanting to lay your head on a pillow.

As Boothill walks with you check your phone, and there's a message from your roommate asking where you were. You quickly text that you're staying at Boothill's for the night.

Another message appears, and when you open it, it says;

"You're staying with Boothill for the night?? OMG, you know what they say — save a horse, ride a cowboyyy!"

You felt the heat rise to your face almost instantly as you read the message. Which caused curiosity in him, approaching where you were.

"Hey, you ok? You're turning red, darlin'."

As if trying to see what the message was about, you moved your head to the side. Which ended up being for the fun of it as you quickly put your phone away.

The evening sun was already peeking out, being chased by the darkness of the night.

With somewhat quick steps, it managed to set before you, curiosity etched across his features, Boothill reached out to touch your cheek. "Seriously, you look like a ripe tomato. Did somethin' happen?"

Your heart skipped a beat as his fingers slowly touched your cheek. You took a shaky breath as his hand continued to touch your face.

You quickly looked away, trying to avoid his gaze.

"I'm fine, just tired. That's all," you said quietly, trying to sound convincing.

The feeling of his hand on your skin sent chills down your spine, reminding you of the message your roommate sent.

You let go of his grip, as you both continued walking.

Was it possible that…he was thinking the same thing?

You shook your head slightly at the thought.

"Just my stupid roommate making a dumb joke." You tried to laugh it off, but even you could hear how forced it sounded.

Boothill continued to watch you intently, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer before he spoke.

"Darlin', I can tell when you're lyin'. You're makin' it kinda obvious," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Hah, right, whatever you say." You scratched your cheek with your hand, hurrying your pace.

He merely laughed lightly at your response.

You both walked towards where Boothill was staying, it was a somewhat remote house, but it was in the city.

The house was somewhat large, the owner of which was a grandmother, who Boothill had once saved. She was extremely sweet to let him stay there if he needed it.

As you arrived at the house, you noticed how the sky had darkened even more, the stars slowly appearing as the night settled in.

As you both reached the house, Boothill unlocked the front door. It creaked open, and he stepped back to let you walk in first.

With a muttered "thank you", you entered the house. It was cozy and comfortable, a warm place that seemed to radiate with a hint of nostalgia.

Boothill closed the door behind him and led you into the living room.

"Make yourself at home darlin' I'll go and let her know I've brought you with me," he said before disappearing into the hallway.

You took a seat on the couch in the living room, and as soon as your butt met the cushion, you felt your phone vibrate.

Another message… probably from your roommate.

You fished your phone out of your pocket and quickly unlocked it, curiosity getting the better of you.

Sure enough, it was another message from your roommate, still riding the horse/cowboy joke.

This time, she sent a gif of a cowboy riding a horse, with the message; "Yee-haw! Ride that cowboy, babe! 😉"

You couldn't help but sigh, feeling a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. And even some amusement at the gif she sent. Your roommate was way too invested in your supposed "crush" on Boothill.

You groaned inwardly Great. It was never going to end. Your roommate was going to make this into a running joke for months, maybe even until the end of time.

Your irritation was interrupted as you heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.

Boothill appeared a moment later, walking back into the living room. He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, still maintaining a respectable distance from you.

"She's just glad I'm finally bringin' someone here," he chuckled, referring to the house's owner.

He leaned back into the couch, his eyes still fixed on your form. There was a small smile on his face.

You shifted in your seat, feeling a mix of embarrassment and warmth at his words.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure she's had to deal with your antics for a while now," you quipped, trying to sound lighthearted.

Boothill let out a mocking gasp, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense.

"Excuse me? Are you implyin' that I'm a troublesome guest? Me? A perfect gentleman?"

You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh yes, the perfect gentleman," you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone.

He feigned an expression of innocence.

"I'll have you know, I am a model guest. I make sure to clean up after myself, respect the property, and always ask for permission before snackin' on somethin'."

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempts to defend himself.

"Right, because asking for permission to raid the fridge is the epitome of good manners," you teased, raising an eyebrow. "And let's not forget the time you accidentally broke a vase and tried to mend it with duct tape."

He fakely frowned a little.

"Hey, I still stand by that duct tape solution. It looked pretty darn good once I was done with it," he chuckled, a hint of guilt in his voice.

You shook your head, still amused.

"You're lucky the house's owner has a soft spot for you. Otherwise she wouldn't let you stay here any longer."

He shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

"What can I say? I'm irresistibly charmin'."

He stretched lazily, his metal arms extending with a soft whir.

"But seriously, she knows I ain't cause no real trouble. And besides, I keep the spiders away for her," he added with a wink.

You snickered. "Ah, yes, the dutiful bodyguard against the eight-legged critters. She must be so thankful for your bravery."

He laughed, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

"You laugh now, but when you have a spider the size of your hand crawlin' up your leg, you'll be beggin' for my services," he teased.

"Please, like I'd ever let it come to that," you retorted. "I'd fight that spider off with a rolled-up newspaper if I had to."

He chuckled again. "Oh, I don't doubt that for a second darlin'. You ain't afraid of much, are you?"

The lighthearted atmosphere was refreshing, and you found yourself enjoying the exchange.

"Heh, I guess not."

You put a lock of your hair behind your ear, while Boothill turned on the medium-sized television in the room. The fireplace made the cold outside not felt at all.

The soft glow of the television filled the room, casting shadows on the walls.

Boothill grabbed the remote and started flicking through the channels, looking for something to watch.

"Anythin' ya want to watch?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the TV.

You tilted your head, pretending to think for a moment before answering.

"How about a cowboy movie?" you suggested, a teasing tone in your voice.

"Hah! A good one then."

As you glanced at Boothill, you noticed the way the light reflected in his eyes, their artificial luminescence dancing with the flicker of the screen.

"You hungry? I can whip somethin' up for ya in the kitchen," he offered, his voice still carrying a hint of humor.

You considered his offer.

"Nah, I'm alright," you replied, your attention half-focused on the TV.

The more time passed, the more interesting the movie became. You both let out one or another comment about this. Until you and him were silent.

He leaned back against the couch, his metal arm resting along the back. Despite his mechanical parts, he still managed to exude a sense of comfortable familiarity.

His gaze flicked away from the television, locking onto yours.

"You okay, darlin'? You're a little quieter than usual."

You were caught off guard for a moment, surprised by his perceptive question.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you answered, a little too quickly. Lie, you were falling asleep.

The truth was, you were fighting the urge to yawn.

"I'm just a lil tired ," you added, trying to sound nonchalant. Another lie, your whole body hurt from the physical exercise you were doing earlier in the field with Boothill.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his gaze.

"Uh-huh, 'a little tired,' ya say," he said, clearly not buying your act.

He leaned forward a bit, studying your face.

"Your eyes are heavy, and you're yawnin' more than a kitten."

He thought for a second before placing a cushion from the couch, which they were sitting on, over his legs.

"Here." He said, patting the cushion a few times, so you could lay your head there.

"Are you calling me a tired kitten?" you protested, unable to stop a small yawn from escaping your lips as you spoke, proving his point.

Your eyes widened slightly as he patted the cushion on his lap, offering it to you like some kind of makeshift pillow.

Your heart skipped a beat, the situation feeling suddenly more intimate.

But your body yearned for rest, your tired muscles calling out for a moment of peace.

He smirked, clearly amused by your tired protest.

"I dunno, if the shoe fits…" he joked, his gaze still fixed on you.

As you hesitated, hesitating to accept the offer, your tired body won out over your embarrassment.

With a defeated sigh, you slowly leaned down, resting your head on the pillow of the cushion, now laying across his lap.

Your heartbeat quickened as you felt the firm but gentle support of his thighs beneath you.

He chuckled softly as he noticed your hesitation, but allowed you to lean down and rest your head on his lap.

"There you go, darlin'," he murmured as you settled into the makeshift pillow.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Boothill remained silent for a moment, observing your tired state.

"Comfy?" he asked finally, his voice a low rumble.

"Mhm." You let out an affirmation towards his words.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion that tugged at your eyelids.

The sound of the movie in the background faded away, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing.

For a moment, there was a silence between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Instead, it felt soothing.

He watched you closely as you let your guard down, your eyes slowly drifting closed.

With each breath you took, your body seemed to relax further, almost melting into his lap.

Boothill's metal fingers gently traced the outline of your hair, almost on instinct, as if seeking to provide some kind of comfort.

A soft, almost silent chuckle passed his lips as he noticed your tired state.

You felt your body relax as tension drained from your muscles, the weight of the day's physicality finally catching up to you.

Boothill seemed content to remain silent, allowing you to rest in comfortable respite.

Your mind started to wander, thoughts blending together seamlessly. You felt strangely at peace in this position - head resting on his lap, his metal fingers brushing against your hair, the sounds of the movie like a distant hum.

You felt utterly at ease, your tired body finally getting the rest it desperately craved.

Boothill's presence was both comforting and grounding, his touch a constant reminder of his attentiveness towards you.

Your thoughts gradually faded into weary tiredness, your mind struggling to stay awake longer.

You found yourself drifting on the edge of sleep.

He continued idly running his metal fingers through your hair, a soothing rhythm that seemed almost designed to lull you deeper into relaxation.

As your breathing slowed, growing more rhythmic and steady, he could tell that you were moments away from drifting off to sleep.

His eyes never left your face, taking in your relaxed expression and the soft curves of your features.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. There was a certain satisfaction in seeing you at peace, especially after a long day.

You felt his fingers running through your hair once more before you fell completely asleep.

Your mind slowly slipped away from consciousness, and the world around you faded into a drowsy haze.

You don't know how much time passed, but you slowly opened your eyes, keeping them half-lidded.

You weren't touching the couch and you felt like they were grabbing you.

Oh, you were being carried.

Keeping your eyes the same way, you looked up, watching as he was carrying you up the stairs.

You felt like in those princess stories in which the prince carefully carries the princess.

As he carried you up the stairs, his grip firm and gentle around you, he took note of your half-lidded eyes slowly fluttering open.

He chuckled softly as he caught your gaze, realizing you were half-awake.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he teased quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He continued up the stairs, navigating carefully to not accidentally hit your head or anything else.

"Go back to sleep, dear"

He was taking you to a spare room so that you could sleep more comfortably.

Even in your semi-asleep state, you heard the soft rumble of his voice, the sound soothing your tired mind.

A small, sleepy smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you heard him call you "sleepyhead." It was a nickname you hadn't heard from him before.

He carried you gently upstairs, the sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor blending with the silence of the house. You kept your eyes half-open, still disoriented and groggy.

"Mmph…" you managed to mumble in response, your drowsy brain struggling to form coherent words.

He chuckled at your sleepy attempt at a response, finding your disoriented state endlessly endearing.

"Shhh," he whispered, his metal fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"You're barely awake, darlin'. Just go back to sleep, we're almost in the guest room."

The soft hallway lights cast long shadows ahead of him, dancing softly against the walls as he continued on.

Finally reaching the spare room, he carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Gently, he laid you down on the bed, tucking the blankets around you like he was handling a delicate artifact.

As you were gently lowered onto the bed, the soft sheets and blankets wrapping around you like a comforting embrace, your body automatically snuggled into their embrace.

A small, satisfied sigh escaped your lips as your tired muscles sink against the mattress.

The cool sheets felt soothing against your skin as you slowly settled into the bed, still in a half-asleep state.

You felt his touch once more as he carefully adjusted the blankets, ensuring you were tucked in properly.

"There we go," he murmured, his voice low and almost soothing.

As you were laid on the soft mattress, the blankets wrapping around you like a cosy cocoon, you felt the exhaustion fully taking over again.

Your tired mind was too drowsy to think clearly, your eyelids feeling heavy once more.

You vaguely registered his movements around you as he seemed to be adjusting something near the bed.

"…Boothill?" you mumbled his name, your voice still thick with sleepiness.

He paused, looking down at you with a hint of surprise at the sound of his name.

"Yeah, darlin'?" he replied quietly, his voice a gentle rumble.

He finished adjusting the blanket, ensuring you were completely covered and tucked in.

He then leaned closer to the bed, his eyes studying your sleepy face for a moment, before a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You need somethin', or are you just makin' sure I'm still here?" he teased gently.

Your sleepy brain struggled to form coherent thoughts, the drowsiness making it difficult to string words together.

"Mmph… jus' makin' sure…" you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

You felt strangely vulnerable in this half-asleep state, the tiredness leaving you without the usual guard you had up.

The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft rustling of the blankets as you shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable.

You could feel his presence close to the bed, his eyes still fixed on you.

Literally the idea of what you were going to try to say left you. So you frowned, keeping your eyes closed.

Until you managed to remember something, "The girl who is with you will be…very, veeery luckyy,"

He raised an eyebrow at your drowsy mumble, his grin widening slightly.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice soft and amused.

When you mentioned the hypothetical luck of his future girlfriend, his gaze softened, a hint of something unreadable in his expression.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head slightly. "You're still dreamin', darlin'."

He reached out, his metal fingertips lightly running through your hair once more, a soothing gesture.

He stood silently nearby, watching you as you fought against the fog of sleep.

As you mumbled something about the girl he might date, his expression softened even further. He couldn't help but find your sleepy ramblings both amusing and endearing.

You hummed with pleasure as you felt his metal fingertips gently run through your hair once more, the sensation sending a soothing wave through your tired body.

Your eyes remained closed, too heavy to open, and yet some part of your tired mind stubbornly held on to consciousness.

"Mm…not dreamin'…jus' sayin'…" you protested, your words slurring together slightly.

Your mouth attempted to form more words, but fatigue weighed heavily on your tongue, making it difficult to speak clearly.

"Lucky…" you mumbled once more, the word sounding more like a sigh than anything else.

He chuckled softly beside you, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn't quite place.

"…Darlin', you're not exactly makin' sense," he teased, his tone warm and affectionate.

He continued to run his mechanical fingers through your hair, the soothing motion seemed to melt away any tension still lingering in your body.

As you mumbled about luck and being lucky, he chuckled again, the sound low and gentle.

Your words came out alone, almost like a yawn that couldn't be stopped. "C'mere…" You said, as you looked at him, you opened your eyes a little this time.

His hand paused in your hair, caught off guard by your request.

He looked at you, your half-open eyes peering up at him through the haze of sleep.

A mix of surprise and amusement played across his face. "You want me to come closer?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He stood there for a moment, as if trying to decipher your sleepy request, before moving closer to the bed.

“Mhm,” You blurted out, affirming his words.

His eyes scanned your face, taking in your half-open eyes and the sleepy smile on your lips.

"You're a bossy little thing, even when you're half-asleep," he said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

He leaned over slightly, his metal hand still resting on your hair, gently smoothing out the messy strands.

By the time he got close enough, your body acted on its own.

"Lucky.." You murmured as you grabbed his face with both hands and placed your lips on top of his, quickly but softly.

Caught off guard by your unexpected move, his eyes widened slightly when he felt the softness of your lips against his. For a moment, he froze, his brain trying to comprehend what was happening.

But it didn't take long for him to respond. His hand on your hair slid down to your cheek, the coolness of his metal fingers contrasting with the warmth of your skin.

He returned the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a gentleness that contradicted his cybernetic appearance.

After a few seconds, he pulled away slightly, "Darlin', you're gonna be the death of me…" he murmured

As you felt his response, his cool fingers contrasting with the warmth of your skin, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

You leaned into his touch, your eyes still closed, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Your tired mind was still in a sleepy haze, but the kiss seemed to awaken a different kind of energy within you. You let out a sleepy giggle at his words, your eyes still half-lidded.

“You’re a little too cheeky when you’re sleepy," he admonished, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You're gonna give a cowboy a heart attack."

It was a nice way to put it since he physically had no heart.

His eyes tracing the curve of your smile on your lips. Your tiredness seemed to fuel a playful energy within you, making you even more endearing in his eyes.

He shifted his position slightly, his body now facing you fully, one knee on the bed. His metal hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up towards him as he leaned in slightly.

"And here I am, trying to be all gentlemanly and let you get some sleep," he teased, his voice low and full of mock reproach.

A sly smile tugged at the corners of your lips, the drowsy state making you even more cheeky than usual. Besides, despite being tired, your consciousness was more exact. You were leaving the state of drowsiness.

"Gentlemanly, huh?" you mumbled, your words still slightly slurred by sleepiness.

You pushed yourself up on one elbow, leaning towards him as much as your tired body would allow. "That's cute," You commented, your other hand reaching out to touch his chest.

You chuckled softly, "Besides, whose fault is it for being so irresistibly kissable?" you retorted.

You liked to see how his face turned slightly red, being visible only by the night light that came through the window.

You were enjoying the unexpected turn of events, the boundaries between friendship and something else starting to blur.

His eyes widened slightly at your words, the compliment catching him off guard.

He watched intently as you leaned forward, your touch against his chest igniting a spark under his metal skin.

Thanks to you, who had been able to connect and 'create' new nerves that would be connected to his robotic parts, managing to have at least a slight sensation of touch in his body.

His eyes flicked down to your hand before returning to meet your gaze, his expression a mix of amusement and something else he couldn't quite hide.

Your words had found their mark, and he couldn't deny the reaction they provoked. Despite his usual confidence, there was something about your sleepy flirtations that had him uncharacteristically flustered.

He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his usual cool demeanor, but a hint of a blush betrayed his reaction.

He leaned in closer, his body nearly hovering over yours as you leaned up on your elbow. His metal hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

Your senses seemed hyper-aware in this exhausted state, and the feeling of his metal fingers tracing circles on the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

The way he loomed over you, his body hovering just above yours, made your heartbeat quicken. There was a sudden tension in the air, a subtle shift in the dynamics of your relationship.

You looked up at him, your eyes no longer had that flash of tiredness.

He could see the change in your eyes, the drowsiness slowly giving way to a sharper focus. A silent understanding seemed to pass between you both; the tiredness had faded, replaced by a different kind of awareness.

He leaned in even closer, his face now only inches away from yours. His eyes held a mixture of curiosity and barely concealed desire, studying your features as if seeing you in a new light.

The air thick with an unspoken tension. Your skin tingled where his metal fingers touched your neck, a mix of cool certainty and unexpected delicacy.

"You're awake now, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice lower than usual, hinting at the effect you were having on him.

His fingers continued their gentle dance along the back of your neck. He seemed to be wrestling with something, caught between his customary charm and the unfamiliar surge of vulnerability.

Your lips parted slightly, the proximity making it difficult to focus on anything but him.

His eyes were searching yours, studying every detail as if trying to memorize each inch of your face. His gaze remained fixed on you, watching how your eyes responded to his closeness.

But, oh, he was holding back, there was an evident hunger within him.

A hunger he never thought he wanted, specifically from you.

He saw your reaction, the slight intake of breath, the way your lips parted slightly.

His mind was hazy with a million thoughts, all centered on you and how much he wanted to close the remaining space between you.

His metal fingers moved up from your neck, tracing a path along your jawline before gently brushing against your bottom lip.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your breath hitched slightly at his touch, the feeling of his metal fingers on your lip setting your nerves alight.

His voice was soft but laced with a barely restrained intensity. He was struggling with his own desires, trying to hold back but also aching for more.

You hesitated for a moment, caught between wanting to give in to the budding intimacy and fearing the consequences.

Your eyes met his, searching his gaze for any hint of insecurity or doubt. But the desire in his eyes made it clear that this was not a whim or a passing fancy for him.

"But I don't want you to stop," You responded also quietly. Your eyes left his for a moment, looking down at his lips.

Your words were like music to his ears, banishing the last remnants of his hesitation.

His breath hitched slightly as your eyes drifted to his lips, the silent desire in your gaze mirroring his own.

His hand shifted, moving to cradle your face, his thumb resting just under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

And, with just a nod from you, he couldn't help it anymore.

Being careful not to hurt you, he somewhat carelessly brought his lips to yours, pressing them with need.

Your confirmation was all he needed.

The moment your heads met, there was an explosion of sensation. He deepened the kiss, his other hand gripping your waist, drawing you closer to him. His body pressed against yours, the coolness of his metal chest contrasting with the warmth of your skin.

His tongue eagerly explored your lips, seeking access to your mouth, a silent plea for more, for more of you.

There was a certain urgency in his actions, a hunger you could practically taste in the way he held you, the way his tongue moved against yours.

As his tongue sought entry into your mouth, you didn't hesitate to respond in kind.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer, needing to feel more of him against you.

His hands roamed restlessly over your body, as if trying to memorize every inch of your skin through your clothes. He needed to feel every part of you, as if the physical contact could quench the hunger burning within him.

The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding. His cool metal fingers gripped your waist, holding you tightly as he pressed you further into the mattress.

His tongue danced with yours, a silent battle for control, each movement charged with raw desire. There was a hint of something wild in his demeanor, the usually controlled cowboy succumbing to his most primal instincts.

He groaned softly into the kiss as your hands tangled in his hair, the feeling both pleasurable and arousing.

Your body responded eagerly to his touch, arching against him in a silent plea for more.

His hands explored your body, tracing the contour of your curves, the cool metal of his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nibbles along your sensitive skin.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured against your neck, his voice hoarse with desire.

A gasp escaped your lips as he moved from your mouth to your neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin.

Heat pooled in your core, his words and actions igniting a fire within you.

Your fingers gently tugged at his hair, a silent signal urging him on. A soft moan escaped from your throat as he bit down lightly on a particularly sensitive spot.

"You have… no idea," you managed to gasp out, your voice shaky with need.

He hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating along your sensitive skin.

Your gasps and slight moans only fueled his desire, the sound of your voice shivering with need causing a shiver to run down his system.

His hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve, as if mapping out a territory he now desperately wished to claim as his own.

He smirked slightly against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses that were slowly moving down to your collarbone.

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," he retorted, his voice carrying a low, sultry tone.

His hands moved lower, resting on your hips, gently guiding your body against his.

His smirk against your neck sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the heat of your desire growing with each passing moment.

His hands roaming over your body and his lips tracing a path down your collarbone added fuel to the flame.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access to your neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly as he continued his assault on your skin.

"Boothill…" you whispered, his name sounding like a prayer tumbling off your lips.

Your whispered plea, his name falling from your lips like a litany, sent a shock through his system.

He paused his ministrations for a moment, lifting his head to look at you.

Your eyes were half-lidded, your cheeks flushed, and your hair slightly disheveled. You looked utterly captivating in that moment, your desire for him written all over your face.

His hands left your body, this time heading to your shirt.

I was about to roll it up until his brain made him stop for a moment.

"Do you want…to do it?" He dared to ask you, seeking your consent. His eyes boring into yours gently.

You met his eyes, seeing the mixture of desire and restraint in his gaze.

Your breath still slightly ragged, you nodded slowly.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want this. I want you."

As he pulled your shirt off, his hands skimmed over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you, partially undressed before him.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and admiration.

His words, a simple compliment carrying more weight than usual, caused your heart to skip a beat.

His eyes trailed over your body, taking in every detail as if you were a masterpiece hanging in a gallery.

The way he looked at you, with a mixture of desire and admiration, made you feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

His eyes were fixed on you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

He leaned down, his lips finding your neck, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone and down your chest. Finding your bra very annoying.

The combination of his touch, his kisses, and his words made you feel like you were slowly unraveling.

His mouth trailing along your skin was driving you insane with need and desire.

His lips trailed down your neck and down your chest until they reached the barrier of your bra. He paused for a moment, his hands gently tracing the edge.

"Can I?" he asked quietly, his fingertips brushing against the fabric.

The way he was handling you, with a mixture of reverence and desire, made you feel both cherished and desired.

His lips returned to your neck, leaving soft, teasing kisses as he waited for your response.

As his fingertips traced the edge of your bra, your heart pounded in anticipation, your body aching for more of his touch.

His request, whispered in a soft, hoarse voice, set your nerves on fire.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper, "Yes,"

He didn't need further coaxing. His hands quickly unclasped your bra, freeing your chest from its confinement.

His lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of kisses down your newly bared skin. He seemed to savor every inch of you, as if unable to get enough.

The feeling of his lips on your bare skin was nothing short of maddening.

His hands, now free from the barrier of your bra, roamed freely over your torso, as if he were mapping a new territory.

His hands instinctively went to your breasts, massaging them slowly and gently, touching the tips of your breasts. Causing you to flinch at the coolness of his fingers.

Without further ado, his mouth moved to one of your breasts, his other hand touching the other.

He sucked and nibbled gently, drawing a gasp from your lips.

His mouth on your sensitive skin sent a shiver down your spine, your breath catching as his tongue flicked against one of your nipples.

Your hands tangled in his hair, holding him close, your fingers clenching tightly as he continued his ministrations.

You gasped, arching your back towards him, silently pleading for more of his touch.

His hands continued to explore your body, his touch firm yet gentle, as if trying to memorize every contour.

His fingers traced circles over your hip bone, then moved lower, slipping under the waistband of your pants.

This time he didn't ask, he raised his head and looked at you, with those eyes full of pleading.

Oh, that look you never thought you'd see in him.

The look in his eyes was one you never thought you'd notice coming from him.

It was a silent plea, a silent "Let me take care of you."

Hearing your gasps and slight moans, he wondered why it had taken him so long to cross this line with you.

You could feel the desire growing inside you, a burning need for more contact, more of him.

You raised your hips, silently giving him permission to remove your pants, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Slowly, he slid your pants down along with underwear in one go, his hands skimming over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your exposed body.

He ran his hands gently down your thighs.

Now you were completely naked in front of him, your body on display, vulnerable and exposed.

His gaze roamed over your body, taking in the sight of you in all your glory.

In his eyes you were the most perfect thing that could exist, a goddess, an angel come down from the heavens.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence and desire.

He leaned down again, pressing his lips against your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses. Then, he pressed light kisses on your legs, moving closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

Your body was aflame with desire, every touch of his sending your senses into overdrive.

Your legs opened slightly, inviting him closer, silently pleading for more of his touch.

His lips moved over your skin, his kisses growing more insistent as he made his way to the inner part of your thighs.

"Please," you managed to gasp out, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most.

He chuckled softly against your skin, enjoying the fact that he had you completely at his mercy.

His chuckling set your blood boiling, your body arching towards him in a silent plea.

He knew what you wanted, what you needed, and he was enjoying every second of it.

"Patience, darlin'," he drawled, his lips trailing along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

He was taking his time, teasing you, drawing out the pleasure, and driving you insane in the process.

He continued his assault on your inner thighs, leaving gentle bites and kisses, slowly moving closer to your center.

His hands were now firmly gripping your hips, holding you in place, preventing you from bucking up against him in a plea for more contact.

Until after that little torture of his, his lips hovered over your aching center, kissing above your lips, softly and gently.

You were a wreck.

Your body ached for more contact, more of him, and he was purposely taking his time.

Instead, he began to trace small, feather light kisses around your aching core, his lips moving slowly but purposefully, avoiding the place you wanted them most.

You gasped again, barely managing to hold back a whine in protest.

"Please," you repeated, your voice a desperate plea, "Please, Boothill."

He chuckled against your skin again, enjoying the way your body responded to his every touch.

When he finally moved his lips to your center, his tongue lightly flicking against your sensitive bud, you gasped loudly, a shiver running down your spine.

His tongue started to explore your most sensitive parts, flicking and swirling gently, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your head fell back against the pillows, your eyes closing as you surrendered to the sensations he was creating.

His tongue's teasing touch against your center sent sparks of pleasure through your body, your breath caught in your throat.

Your hands tangled in his hair again, pulling slightly as he continued to explore you. "So beautiful and sweet," he murmured against your skin, the vibration of his voice adding to the sensations he was causing.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling, driving you even further into frenzy.

Then, his fingers entered the equation, slowly slipping inside you while his mouth continued to work its magic.

Your body trembled, the combined sensations overwhelming your senses.

You were at his mercy, your body completely under his control, writhing and gasping under his expert ministrations.

His fingers moved inside you, curling and stroking, while his tongue continued to flick against your sensitive bud.

The sensations were quickly building toward a climax, your breath coming in quick gasps as you tried to hold back.

"Boothill.. I can't.. too much.." you managed to gasp out, your body arching off the bed.

He seemed to know exactly how to push your buttons, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to elicit the most intense reactions from you.

You couldn't think straight, his touch sending you into a state of ecstasy that was almost overwhelming.

Your body was caught in a tempest of pleasure, every touch of his tongue and fingers driving you closer to the brink.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that made your breathing grow ragged.

It looked like he was licking and eating a candy.

Your fingers gripped in his hair, tugging slightly as the pleasure built within you.

"Oh god," you breathed, your voice a ragged gasp, "Please, I-"

Then, suddenly, he stopped, drawing back just as you were about to reach your climax.

You let out a gasp of frustration, your body aching for release.

"Not yet, darlin'," he murmured against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your inner thigh.

At the lack of his lips and tongue on your clitoris, you felt a slight breeze that made you shiver. Not to mention how you felt it pulsating.

His free hand gently massaged your hip, as if trying to reassure you.

Your body was taut like a bowstring, the sudden lack of stimulation leaving you feeling empty and needy.

He slid his fingers out of you, stretching them a little, watching as your juices covered them completely, almost spilling out.

He let out a light chuckle, before bringing his fingers to his mouth, drinking in your delicacy.

Your view, which was clouded with ecstasy, focusing on the scene of him sucking on his fingers, was completely provocative.

It was all too obvious that he was more than needy.

Your breathing grew ragged as you watched him suck on his fingers, your eyes wide.

The sight of him enjoying the taste of you was almost too much to bear.

"You taste so good, darlin'," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "I could do this all night."

When his eyes met yours, that's when you realised.

You had been so focused on your release that you hadn't realised how much he wanted this.

His face flushed, his lips moist.

Oh, he looked so damn needy.

He looked completely undone, like he was restraining himself from taking you right there on the spot.

He was tense, as if he was holding himself back.

Your skin thrumed under his hot gaze, and you could see the way his body reacted to the sight of you sprawled out before him.

It was the cutest thing to see him like that.

You rose slightly from the bed, pushing his chest back now, almost to where you were lying before.

You knew it was now your turn to make him feel good. More than he was.

As you gently pushed him back, reversing your positions, he let out a low growl, but he didn't protest.

He leaned against the wall, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

He looked absolutely wrecked.

His hair disheveled from your hands, his face flushed, his body thruming with need.

All that for you.

You straddled his hips, sitting on top of him and relishing the position of power you suddenly found yourself in.

Your hands roamed over his chest and bare torso, feeling the firm metal muscles. You could feel the heat radiating off him. His systems were beginning to overheat.

You leaned down, peppering kisses along his neck and jawline, enjoying the way he responded to your touch.

He leaned his head back against the wall, exposing more of his neck to your touch, a low, guttural groan escaping from his throat as your lips and tongue traced a path along his sensitive skin.

His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as you kissed along his neck and jaw.

He let out a low moan when you nibbled on his earlobe.

He was coming to terms with the new sensation of being underneath you.

He was used to taking charge in many situations, but something about letting you take the lead seemed different.

He liked it.

He needed it.

His moans and groans were music to your ears, showing you how much he was enjoying your touches.

His breath was becoming ragged, and his hands held onto your hips tightly, as if anchoring himself.

"Darlin'," he gasped out, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you.

Your hands began to wander lower, tracing the line of his abdomen and feeling the metal muscles twitch under your touch.

As your hands reached the waistband of his pants, you paused and looked up at him.

"Can I?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes dark with desire.

He was more than willing to let you continue.

His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and his body was taut with tension.

"Yes," he managed to say, his voice thick with need, "Please."

You tugged on the waistband of his trousers, and he lifted his hips to help you pull them down.

He was begging you, and he didn't care.

As you slid them down his legs, you couldn't help but notice the evidence of his arousal straining against his boxers.

Oh, you forgot that could happen.

You remember that at his request, you made a modification to his robotic body.

Specifically a synthetic limb.

It was one of your best modifications as it was also connected to the nerves that you also gave him. Not to say that his blue blood would help bring it to life when he had to go into action.

You didn't really think you could test if it really worked.

Would you be the first to see if it worked properly? You didn't know.

You hadn't really thought much about it before. After all, it was just a standard modification that you had done. But now, as you saw the physical evidence of his arousal, you couldn't help but wonder if it would work as intended.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when he groaned loudly, drawing your attention back to him.

You had started touching his length over his underwear without even realising it.

With just the touch of you, you were surprised to feel the slight warmth that came from it.

He inhaled sharply at the touch, his body tensing even more.

"Please," he repeated, his voice hoarse, "I need you. I need you so bad."

You smiled at their pleas, apparently it was a very good idea to amplify the sensitivity around the area.

He was already a mess, and you had barely touched him yet.

His gasps and moans filled the room, and his eyes were dark with desire.

You could see how badly he needed you, how much he wanted you.

He was begging you, pleading with you to touch him more.

You looked down at the noticeable bulge in his boxers and then back up at his face.

"You're so beautiful," you murmured, "So needy."

He let out another gasp, his body arching towards you as you continued to touch him through the fabric.

After a while of appreciating the good view you had, you pulled down his underwear, revealing his length.

His breath hitched as you pulled his underwear down, exposing him to your view.

He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but he didn't care.

"Oh god," you blurted out at the sight of his limb.

At first glance you could tell it was working properly.

You were kind of proud of it.

He shuddered at your words, the sensation of your eyes on him enough to make his body shiver.

He was so sensitive, so receptive to your every touch, and it was all thanks to your modifications.

You moved down towards his arousal, cupping it with your hands and releasing light kisses that went from base to tip.

He let out a guttural moan as you kissed him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Your touch was light and teasing, driving him wild with need.

"Oh, sweetheart, that's so good," he gasped out, his body arching towards you as you continued to touch and tease him.

He was putty in your hands, completely at your mercy.

He had never felt this way before, completely surrendered to another person.

And he loved every second of it.

He looked down at you, his gaze full of desire and need.

Without waiting too long, you licked his tip, without taking your eyes off his face.

You were beginning to like the way he was moving beneath you.

He groaned loudly at the feeling of your tongue on his tip, his body arching slightly off the bed.

He couldn't believe the feelings you were invoking in him.

He felt like he was on fire.

He needed more your mouth, more of your touch, more of you.

He reached down, tangling his fingers in your hair, trying to hold himself.

To that, you smiled.

And, without further delay, you shoved as much of his length as you could into your mouth.

His entire body trembled as you took him into your mouth.

He could barely believe how good it felt, how good you felt.

"Oh god," he gasped out, his grip on your hair tightening.

He was completely lost in the sensations you were giving him, unable to think clearly.

He felt like he was on the brink of explosion, barely holding on.

Your mouth felt like heaven against him.

You continued, lowering and raising your head, while also moving your hands up and down his length.

You looked up at him from time to time, just to watch him come completely undone.

His face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded, his mouth open and panting.

His breathing was ragged, and he was making little gasps and moans that sounded like a mixture of your name and incoherent praise.

He was a mess, and it was all your doing.

He was completely under your control, and he loved every second of it.

His breaths were coming in short, ragged gasps, and he was clinging onto you like a lifeline.

His body was trembling, his systems threatening to overheat.

"I'm close," he gasped out, his grip on your hair tightening even more.

He was teetering on the edge, completely at your mercy.

"Please," he panted, "Please don't stop."

You loved the way he was begging you, the way he was completely at your mercy.

You didn't stop, if anything you increased the pace, determined to push him over the edge.

His grip on you grew tighter as he got closer and closer to the brink.

"Oh, swetheart," he groaned, his voice thick with need, "I can't- I'm gonna-"

And, before I reached my limit, your movements stopped, ceasing to suck his length.

You laughed lightly, catching your breath for a moment as you watched him frown in frustration.

He stared at you, his body still shaking with need, his breathing ragged.

He looked completely wrecked, and he was not happy that you had stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" he gasped out, his voice full of frustration and need.

He was so close, so damn close.

He needed you.

But you just smiled at him, enjoying the way he was squirming beneath you.

You smiled as you stood up a little, stretching your back.

"Patience, sweetheart." You somewhat mockingly repeated his words he gave you moments before.

He groaned in frustration, his body still thrumming and begging for release.

He wanted you, he needed you desperately.

How could you be so cruel?

He watched as you stood there in front of him, your smirk making him even more frustrated.

"You're a tease," he grumbled, his voice rough with need.

You positioned yourself on his lap, without sitting down.

With one of your hands you cupped his cheek, as you placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"You were a good boy."

His breath hitched as you cupped his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, despite his frustration.

Your words made him shiver, the praise stirring something in him.

"I was," he murmured, his voice slightly pouty.

He was still needy, still on edge, but he loved the way you were handling him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close, as he nuzzled your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Can I have my reward now?" he murmured against your skin.

"Heh, of course you do." You said, as with one of your free hands you grabbed his length, positioning the tip at your entrance.

He gasped at the feel of your hand on him, and he held onto you tighter.

He was so sensitive, every touch sending sparks through his senses.

"You're so perfect…," he whispered, his breath hot on your skin.

As he felt you position him at your entrance, he felt a shiver of anticipation. He needed you, he needed to be inside you.

He was on the brink of losing his mind from desire and need.

"Please," he pleaded, "Please don't make me wait any longer."

You smiled, as you slowly tried to make his length spill inside you.

Which in itself was difficult and painful for you, as this was your first time.

He could feel how tight you were, and he felt a pang of desire mixed with guilt.

As you tried to take him in, he noticed your slight discomfort, and he immediately stopped you.

He looked up at you, concern in his gaze, and he gently lifted you off him.

"Sweetheart, are you alright? You're hurtin'," he asked, his voice filled with worry.

He was still needy and desperate, but he didn't want to hurt you.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin, as he watched you intently.

You tried to hide your discomfort, but he saw right through it.

His concern and tenderness made you feel warm all over.

"I'm fine," you said, trying to downplay the pain you were feeling.

"I just need a moment to adjust," you added, a slight tremble in your voice.

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, looking for any signs of discomfort.

He gently caressed your leg, his fingers tracing light circles on your skin.

"We can do it slowly, without pressure, my dear" he said, his voice gentle.

Your body relaxed at his words, grateful for his understanding and patience. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He took his time, gently guiding himself inside you once again, with great care.

He was still sensitive, craving your touch, but his main priority was ensuring that you were comfortable.

He slowly pushed himself in, his eyes locked on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort.

He could see the mixture of pain and pleasure on your face, the way you chewed your lips, trying to hide your discomfort.

He continued to move slowly and gently, giving you time to adjust to the new sensation. You took deep breaths, trying to relax and get used to the feeling.

It was slow, and it hurt, but having him be attentive and considerate, made you feel safe.

As he gently slid further in, the pain began to subside, replaced by an unfamiliar but not unpleasant feeling. He stopped once he was fully inside you, pausing for a moment.

He leaned in, placing gentle kisses on your face, trying to soothe you.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice tender and worried, his gaze fixed on you.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and gave him a small nod to let him know it was ok to continue.

His gentle and patient manner was making your heart flutter, and the way he watched you with such care made you feel even more connected to him.

"Y'know, sweetheart? This is my first time too." He said, still not moving.

He tucked one of your hairs behind your ear. As he placed several kisses on your cheeks in an affectionate way.

You blinked in surprise at his words, not expecting that revelation.

You really thought he would have done this many times by now because of the way he behaved, you were wrong apparently.

The realization that this was his first time too, and that he was just as nervous and uncertain, added a new layer of intimacy to the moment.

You reached up, cupping his cheek, and gave him a gentle smile.

"I didn't know." you said, your voice soft, "You're being so kind and patient with me."

Then you reached up, running a hand through his hair, feeling its texture and smoothness between your fingers.

He nuzzled into your touch, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation.

He felt a little vulnerable admitting that it was his first time too, worried you might think less of him. But the way you smiled at him, the warm touch of your hand on his cheek, made any anxiety melt away.

He leaned into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair. It was soothing and grounding, helping to steady his racing thoughts and nerves.

He gently began to move again, slowly and carefully, still watchful of your reaction.

He watched as you ran your hands through his hair, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

"Besides, I wanna make sure you're enjoying this just as much as I am." He whispered, his breath warm on your skin.

You shivered as he began to move again, the gentle friction sending small tremors through your body.

The way he was moving inside you was still a bit uncomfortable, but the pain was beginning to fade and be replaced by a different kind of sensation.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensations you were feeling. He was being so considerate, taking his time and making sure you were comfortable.

His words made you smile, and you opened your eyes to meet his gaze.

"I am enjoying it," you replied, "more than I ever imagined it could be."

Your hand continued to run through his hair, and you pulled him closer, pressing your forehead against his.

His heart skipped a beat as you pulled him closer, a warmth spreading through his chest.

He was relieved and happy to hear that you were enjoying it. All he wanted was for you to feel good and safe with him.

He continued to move gently, trying to find a pace that was pleasurable for both of you.

He relished in the feeling of your hand in his hair, and he loved the way your body felt against his own.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "I could lose myself in you forever."

He leaned in, kissing your neck and collarbone. He opened his mouth to bite your neck, leaving a mark much more noticeable than the others he had left on your thighs.

The feeling of his mouth on your neck sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out a soft gasp as he bit down.

You could feel his teeth sinking into your skin, and you knew it would leave a mark, a reminder of this moment.

You tilted your head back, giving him more access to your neck, silently encouraging him.

The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but you didn't mind. It felt possessive.

Claiming. You wanted him to claim you, to make sure that everyone knew that you were his.

You arched your back, pressing closer against him, encouraging him to continue.

"Please," you murmured, your voice low and wanton. "Don't stop."

He was sensitive, and the feel of you around him was almost overbearing.

He felt your body arch against his, your voice low and pleading, and it made him shiver with desire.

He loved the way you reacted to his touch, the way you leaned into him and asked for more.

Hearing the words "Don't stop" spill from your lips was like music to his ears.

He continued his assault on your neck, his mouth moving to new spots, nibbling and biting and sucking, marking you as his own.

Instinctively he moved his hand to one of your breasts, pulling the tip and massaging it.

He began to move a little faster, a little deeper, his pleasure increasing. He groaned against your skin.

The feel of his hand on your breast sent ripples of pleasure through your body, your breath catching in your throat as he teased and played with your nipple.

The combination of his mouth on your neck and his hand on your breast was almost overwhelming. You let out a soft moan, arching your back in response.

As he began to move faster and deeper, you felt a wave of sensations wash over you. The pain had faded, replaced by a pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced.

You could feel him beginning to lose himself.

Unconsciously, your hand moved down to your clit, touching yourself as you moved your hips slightly with his every movement.

That increased the pleasure you felt, making your inner walls clench at his length.

He looked down at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and awe.

He was lost in you, drowning in your scent, your touch, the way you moved against him, the sounds you made. He couldn't get enough of you.

As he watched you touch yourself, his breath caught in his throat. Seeing you give yourself pleasure while he was inside you was an image he was sure to never forget.

He groaned, unable to keep his own pleasure contained.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart," he gasped out, his words interrupted by his ragged breaths.

He kept moving, faster and deeper, his mouth never leaving your neck. Every gasp and moan that escaped your lips only spurred him on.

Every movement, every touch, every breath felt like a shock to your body.

You were lost in the sensations, your mind unable to form coherent thoughts.

"Please," you panted, "Please, I need you-"

You weren't sure how much more you could take, the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

The combination of his words, his touch, and his movements were making it hard for you to think straight.

Your mind was swirling with sensation, and you couldn't focus on anything but the feel of him inside you, and the pleasure he was bringing you.

One of your hands grabbed onto his hair, the other one still rubbing your clit. A constant stream of soft moans and gasps was falling from your lips.

He walked away from your neck, having left countless marks all over the area.

His face could not have been redder at that moment.

The sight of him with narrowed eyes, tilting his head back and mouth open, trying to formulate sentences and words that would not come out, being replaced with incoherent sounds.

It was simply a delight for you.

He tried to form a coherent sentence, but the words were escaping him. His mind was consumed with desire, his body on the brink of ecstasy.

You knew he was entering his climax, as his movements became somewhat erratic and slightly sloppy.

And, him doing so, hit your g-spot.

He was losing control, his body moving on its own, driven by pure animalistic need. He wanted to hold on, to make this moment last, but he knew he was reaching his limit.

He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He looked at you, trying to steady his breathing and speak. But all that came out were ragged gasps and incoherent sounds.

"I wanna-" he pleaded.

For that, your eyes were full of tears of pleasure.

You could feel him reaching his limit, the way his breathing was growing more labored and uneven.

The way he was trying to speak, but unable to form words, only adding to the intensity of the moment.

You were lost in the sensations, your body on fire. Each movement, each gasp from him was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," he pleaded once again, his voice ragged and needy, "can I…?"

His words trailed off, but you knew what he was asking for. And you were more than willing to give it to him.

You could see the desperation in his eyes. He wanted, no - needed to release.

He was on the edge, and you were right there with him.

You could feel him getting close, his movements becoming more uncoordinated, his breaths coming in short gasps.

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling.

You were so close yourself, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. You could feel it building deep inside, like a coil winding tighter and tighter.

He turned his lips to yours, both of you stifling your moans and groans.

He moved his lips against yours, his tongue tracing your lips, seeking entry into your mouth.

You parted your lips, allowing him in. The kiss was messy and needy, both of you clinging to each other in search of more contact.

He let out a low moan against your mouth. He tried to hold back, to draw out the moment a little longer, but he was too far gone.

He looked into your eyes, his gaze pleading.

"I'm gonna-" he gasped out, his voice strained.

But he couldn't finish the sentence. He was completely lost in the sensation, the pleasure almost overwhelming him.

He buried his face into your neck, his body shivering against yours, as he held on to you tightly.

"I'm gonna-" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

You could feel him on the edge, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was close, and so were you.

"Me too," you breathed out, your voice trembling with need, "I'm so close. Please-"

You gripped onto him.

He moved his lips to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.

And so, giving a few more deep penetrations, he reached his release. At the same time as you, as he pressed hard on your sweet spot, he made you come without hesitation.

As the waves of pleasure washed over him, he shuddered against you.

He let out a guttural moan, his body tensing up, as he released himself deep inside you.

He held onto you tightly, as he rode out the waves of pleasure. His eyes were closed, his breathing labored.

He tried to speak, to form words, but the only sound that came out were unintelligible gasps and moans.

For a few moments, you both were lost in the intensity of the moment. All that could be heard was the sound of your erratic breaths.

He collapsed against you, his body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. His forehead rested against your shoulder, his breaths ragged and heavy.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, as if afraid to let go. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. You both laid there, your bodies tangled together, simply enjoying the afterglow.

His breathing slowly returned to normal, his body relaxed against yours.

He lifted his head from your neck, looking down at you.

"You're so amazing," he murmured, his voice husky.

He cupped your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. His eyes were soft and filled with tenderness.

"That was…" he trailed off, unable to find the words.

He let out a low chuckle.

"There are no words to describe how incredible that was."

You let out a shaky breath, a sated smile on your face.

You smiled weakly, still feeling a little boneless from the intense pleasure.

"Yeah," you agreed.

But you couldn't find the words either.

"Intense" was an understatement.

You turned your face into his hand, nuzzling into his palm, enjoying the feel of his cold skin against yours.

"I felt the same way," you replied, your voice soft and gentle.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. "Absolutely perfect."

He shifted slightly, pulling out of you with a soft groan.

He gently placed you on the bed as he leaned further back on the bed, no longer sitting up.

He pulled one of the blankets off the bed and placed it over his body, then took you in his arms, placing you on top of him, making it slightly more comfortable for you than just being pressed against his metal body.

He pressed you against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

For a few moments, you both lay there in silence, enjoying the closeness and the feel of each other's bodies.

His arms cradled you spectacularly, in an attempt to make your body try to unwind from the previous physical activity. Then he ran his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and soothing.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You lay on top of him, your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

His fingers were gentle as they threaded through your hair.

When he spoke, you could hear the concern in his voice.

You shook your head, lifting your face to look up at him.

"No, you didn't hurt me," you assured him. "You were perfect."

You shifted slightly, snuggling deeper against him.

"Now I'm just very tired.."

He chuckled softly, hearing you say that you were tired.

He continued running his fingers through your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your scalp.

"Exhausted, huh? I take that as a compliment."

He smiled, feeling a sense of pride that he had managed to tire you out so thoroughly.

He gently shifted under you, making himself more comfortable beneath you.

"You can sleep, sweetheart. I'll be right here."

He covered you with the blanket you were on top of, making sure you didn't get cold.

You melted into his touch, the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing and relaxing.

You let out a soft laugh, a little delirious from the lack of energy.

You snuggled against him, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

His touch was soothing, his fingers in your hair creating tingles on your scalp.

You let out a small sigh, feeling the exhaustion start to wash over you.

"Thanks," you murmured, your eyes drifting shut as you nuzzled against his chest.

He chuckled again as he felt you relax against him, your body sinking into his embrace.

He continued to lightly massage your scalp, knowing that it would help you fall asleep faster.

He felt your breath start to slow, your body growing heavier in his arms.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.

"Sleep, sweetheart," he whispered.

Your eyes opened slowly, getting a little used to the light coming through the window.

Attempting to stretch out, you felt trapped.

You looked up, seeing Boothill lying there. His eyes were closed.

Perhaps he was recharging his battery, you looked down again.

As your eyes cleared, you saw your legs and torso almost uncovered, which caused you to wake up completely.

You felt an incredible heaviness throughout your body, as if every bone and joint ached.

Mentally recoiling in an attempt to remember why, your eyes opened wide.

You'd had sex with him, in someone else's house, out loud. Your face turned red, "what a shame," you thought.

You sighed, leaning your head back on his chest.

Oh, but before you could try to get any more sleep, your hand reached as far as it could to your trousers, which were at one end of the bed.

When you managed to reach them, you pulled out your phone, going straight into the chat with your roommate.

You deleted the incomplete message you didn't get to send yesterday, typed in a new one and then proceeded to send it.

It read; "I rode a cowboy".

The chat almost immediately began to fill up with messages, none of which you read, proceeding to toss your phone to the side, closing your eyes again.

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[adoringsuga]

— ruin our friendship.

⭑ featuring. chigiri hyoma

⭑ content. fem!reader, chigiri gets jelly lol, kissing that gets a little heated so be warned, several isagi mentions (& cameo!) bc i love him, & cursing

⭑ word count. 2.3k

⭑ summary. chigiri hyoma, plain and simple, is your best friend in the whole wide world. your relationship is as uncomplicated as can be; yet, after you ask a presumably innocent question about a friend of his, something comes to light that changes everything...

⭑ notes. omg this is like my first post ever so…hello (≧∀≦)!! this is also like?!??! my first fanfic ever so... lollll... it's honestly so short so i didn't even know what to even write for the summary... anywho! hope u enjoy!! hopefully there will be more to come b/c super obsessed w blue lock rn ngl

“Your hair is so soft,” you murmur mostly to yourself, fingers combing through soft, cherry-red strands, gently untangling any knots you come across with a care reserved solely for the boy currently resting his head in your lap.

Hyoma only hums appreciatively, hyper-focused on the TV in front of you two, sporadically tapping his fingers on your thigh when something of note occurs on the screen. He had turned on some old football game of his when he had invaded your apartment—unannounced, you may add,—around an hour ago. And, before you could utter a single word of complaint about his choice of entertainment, he quickly began haughtily sprouting some bullshit about having to study his old match so he could be aware of what to improve on to better his techniques and what a shame it would be if his team were to lose because someone was to interfere with his review.

Personally, you think he only said that so you wouldn’t change it to this new movie—or, ‘the overly sweet and annoying chick flick’ as Chigiri has lovingly dubbed it—you’ve been dying to watch for weeks now.

Asshole Hyoma, you think a little bitterly, It’s your apartment, you should be able to choose what you can watch or not.

(But, as your eyes flicker to the intense concentration alit on his face, the way he scrutinizes every move, every pass, every shot with an acute focus you find weirdly endearing [and oddly attractive, to your growing horror], you can’t help but think maybe this is fine for now. Maybe.

Maybe football isn’t too bad, you muse, actively ignoring the infinitesimal flush that rises to your cheeks.)

Bored of simply threading your fingers through his strands, you begin to separate his hair into chunks, intertwining the strands once you’ve deemed you’ve parted the hair neatly enough for a loose braid.

You’ve always thought that Hyoma’s hair was inexplicably beautiful, much like the rest of him. Delicate features combined with a lithe yet toned body made him increasingly popular with the female and male demographic of soccer fans (and non-fans as well), especially as his popularity grew and grew with each match he was featured in.

You, simply, admired his beauty for what it was: graceful and elegant, never perceiving him in the lustful light most fans of his had taken to since his debut, (although you would be lying if you said a part of hadn’t slowly begun to see him in a light less than platonic since the start of the year or so).

(These feelings, truthfully, make you want to crawl into a hole and die).

Shaken from your train of thought when a loud cheer erupts from the speakers, your eyes flit up at the TV briefly, blinking in surprise when someone of note catches your eye. You can’t help but gape, fingers stilling from your steadfast braiding as you let out a low whistle, gaze fixed upon the TV.

Even though it makes your heart pang painfully in your chest, you know Hyoma will never see you the way you see him, so, you might as well try and get over him now.

And, without a doubt, you think that the forward on your TV can definitely help with that.

“Whoa,” you mutter, in genuine awe at the gorgeous boy on screen. “Hey, hey, Chigirin,” your words are coupled with a few pokes to his cheek, and he turns his head slightly to look up at you once you’ve finished your ministrations, letting out an inquisitive hum with a raised eyebrow.

“Who’s that?” you question as soon as he peers up at you, pointing at the midnight-haired boy with glimmering deep blue eyes on the TV, eyes gleaming with interest.

“… Why.” Is all he simply says once he sees who it is, voice carefully level and gaze clouded with something you can’t quite place.

“Because he’s cute,” you answer, immediate and truthful, with an almost ariose cadence to your words. You pause for a moment, intently studying the midnight-haired boy, who, at the moment, is currently celebrating a vivacious goal when it all suddenly clicks. “Hey, wait, isn’t that Isagi-san? And aren’t you playing his team next week? Do you think you can get me his number?”

(Embarrassingly, a part you blindly hopes that Hyoma will say say no, so you can overanalyze the meaning behind such an act and further fuel your delusions that Hyoma was definitely into you just as you were to him.

And, hey, who can blame you? Getting over a guy like Hyoma is an agonizing endeavor, so sue you for trying to enjoy your delusions for a bit more before it all comes crashing down and you’re once again stuck in the role of his supportive best friend.

Forced to be something you wished you weren’t. His best friend. Only his best friend.)

Hyoma abruptly sits up from your lap, and you let out a little yelp at the suddenness of it, eyebrows furrowed. His curtain of hair hides his face from your puzzled gaze, and you tilt your head a millimeter to the right, curious.

(The strands of hair you had been braiding loosen at the movement, and eventually unravel unceremoniously after a second passes.

You’re slightly dismayed at the fact.)

Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, and, for some inane reason, you feel as though you’ve fucked up.

“U-uhm, Chigirin,” you begin awkwardly, suddenly frantic to fill the uneasy, growing hush because truthfully, Hyoma’s unexplainable silence is really starting to weird you out. You’re about to sprout some bullshit about something your statistics professor said the other day, when, all of sudden, you’re on your back, the air knocked out of your lungs and mouth agape in shock.

Pink eyes simply stare down at you, unblinking and almost bored.

“H-Hyoma…?” you manage to stutter out after a long moment, face impossibly red as the boy in question leans over you, the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips. You lay limp, hyper-aware of the fact that even if you did want to move, you wouldn’t be able to as your wrists are being held securely in place by one of Hyoma’s hands. You vaguely wonder if it’s bad that this mere fact gives you butterflies.

(You never use his given name, and Hyoma feels a sick sense of satisfaction curl in his belly at the melodic chime of it.)

You’re warm all over, yet Hyoma seems entirely unphased; even though if he were to only move a mere inch or two, your lips would surely touch.

The thought causes something to thrum in your stomach, makes it tighten in apt anticipation and your breath catch in your throat. I can’t do this, you think, nearly hysteric. It’s all too much, and you turn your face to the side, unable to meet his piercing gaze any longer lest you confess to something you know you’ll regret immediately. Though, with the movement, your gaze somehow catches the TV once more, and there, in all his spectacular glory, is Isagi Yoichi, grinning handsomely with navy blue eyes burning with unabashed determination, calculating and undeniably resolute.

His focused gaze is locked right onto the camera, and his eyes bore intensely into yours as if you’re right there in front of him, as if he could plainly reach out and touch you.

(Oh goodness. Your delusions are growing worse and worse by the day.)

Hyoma growls, seemingly aware of what has currently captured your attention, and purses his lips as though he has just eaten something rotten.

“Don’t look at him.” He demands suddenly, using his thumb and forefinger to gently yet firmly hold your chin, tilting it in a way that ensures your gaze is set on him and only him. “Don’t look at Isagi. Don’t look at anyone else. Look at me.”

“I… what? Hyoma… What do you… ?”

“Can’t you see?” he snaps, almost furious. “I’m in love with you. I have been since I met you. I was fine not saying anything before, but I refuse to lose you to Isagi too.”

Your heart stops. Everything simply stops. Have you been in an accident? And is this simply your unconscious mind attempting to soothe you with what you’ve always dreamed of most? But it can’t be, because you can feel the searing warmth that permeates from his skin, can count every eyelash and every light, scattered freckle, can smell the addicting cologne you mentioned liking to him offhandedly months ago because a guy in your class was wearing it, and so many other things that disproves your accident theory fully.

This is real. This is happening.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you?

“You’re in love with me?” you echo in disbelief and rose buds bloom on the crests of Hyoma’s cheeks as he nods adamantly, the hand grasping your chin drifting up to cup your cheek instead.

Somehow, it’s that second, silent confirmation that truly affirms it for you.

Chigiri Hyoma, the perpetual thorn in your side and your best friend in the whole wide world, is in love with you.

Your heart leaps, before it swells. Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you, and he says it as though it is an undeniable fact.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you. He’s in love with you.

You feel dizzy at the news, everything fuzzy and muddled except for Hyoma himself, who looks to be growing increasingly nervous and tense with each passing second of silence from yourself.

I should probably say something, you think in a haze.

But, you can’t think of anything that could adequately describe the emotions you’re feeling at the moment, so you simply lift your head and softly graze your lips with his, taking in shocked, pink eyes before crashing your lips together fully. Hyoma makes a small noise of surprise, before melting into it, letting go of your wrists and instead taking your face tenderly with calloused hands, rough against petal-soft skin.

He’s practically on top of you now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care- using your newly freed hands to run your fingers through his hair, to grasp at his face, his waist, and anywhere else you can reach.

It’s not the best kiss, per se- your teeth knock together more than once in a way that causes a dull ache, and mortifying sounds keep escaping your mouth at the most inopportune moments, but God, you don’t think you’ll ever get a kiss like this again.

Regrettably, you pull away after a few more glorious moments, Hyoma chasing after your lips before settling to simply press chaste kisses at the corners of your mouth instead. He trails down after a moment, beginning to nip lightly at the soft skin of your neck, insistent yet gentle as his teeth graze your pulse ever so slightly. You whine at the feeling, almost panting as you weakly push his head away as warmth blossoms under your ribs, settling in your stomach and wisping through your limbs in a hum.

He nips once, twice, before lifting his head, albeit begrudgingly, finally allowing you the chance to suck in a breath of sweet oxygen through parted lips.

As you catch your breath, you hazily gaze up at a red-faced Hyoma, his lips rosy and swollen from pressure and eyes blown and glassy. Embarrassingly, the sight causes your chest to clench with something akin to desire, and you nibble at your kiss-bitten lips in an attempt to keep those feelings at bay, if for the time being.

A beat passes.

“I love you too,” you admit airly as soon as the heat in your cheeks and the rapid beating of your heart calms down to a somewhat manageable level, and Hyoma simply laughs, eyes glimmering with adoration.

“I think I garnered that,” he grins, before capturing your lips once more, cradling your face as though you’re the most important thing to him in the entire world.

(“Hey. Isagi.” Yoichi turns at the call of his name, perking up slightly at the sight of familiar cherry-red hair tied loosely in a bun and long lashes. Putting down the small trinket he had been toying with, he opens his mouth, eager to greet Chigiri back when the other is suddenly right in front of him. Yoichi blinks, grinning openly before Chigiri abruptly takes and wrenches a large chunk of his hair harshly between thin fingers.

“Ow!” he hisses immediately, scalp throbbing hotly and already aching like a motherfucker. He’s surely going to have a headache later, and that realization, alongside the whole, you know, hair-yanking thing, puts a damper on his mood. “What was that for?” he exclaims, incredulous, angrily rubbing at the spot Chigiri had pulled with an ire Yoichi prays he’ll never experience again.

“For my girlfriend,” Chigiri states matter-of-factly, patting Yoichi on the head lightly and demeaningly as though he didn’t just violently violate his poor scalp. He gives no time for the older to respond, already swiftly turning from Yoichi and beginning to walk away, but not before brazenly declaring, “Oh. And we’re beating you too, so be ready for that.”

“Girlfriend? What the hell did I do to your girlfriend?” Yoichi sputters, blatantly ignoring Chigiri’s last statement and decidedly shelving it for a later discussion because what the fuck? What did he do to deserve to have his hair pulled again?

[What is with him and getting his hair pulled, genuinely? Do people just see him and instantly think, ‘Oh yes, he looks like he likes to get his hair pulled’?

For the record, he does not. He really does not, from the bottom of his heart.]

Chigiri simply laughs, the honeyed glow of the sun catching in his hair and making it burn a fiery red, and Isagi can only watch the other boy strolls away, left cluelessly standing with a stinging scalp and widened eyes.

“... Wait. Chigiri-san has a girlfriend?”)

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Okay same thing with Anne Maria but Heather, mean girl is so pretty.

Thank you so much (I loved the last one so much!)

OMG YESSSSS ur literally inside my head i swear <3 mean girl,,,, (also im gonna go w/ like s1 Heather since that dynamic seems the most fun to me :D )

Heather x f!reader where Heather isn't used to a girl crushing on her

Okay, let's be honest, Heather would act like it didn't phase her for the longest time

Like her "of course she likes me. I'm hot asf" mentality yk

She's a bad bitch she's gonna act like one

Okay with that out of the way

You've fallen for her

HARD.

Like, yeah, she's kind of a bitch to everyone around her and is extremely manipulative

But in your head, you could fix her (or decide you like the atrocities. either way, you love her.)

Really, it starts off relatively small. Your main displays of affection towards her were staying out of her way and just admiring from afar

Not close enough to be manipulated like Beth and Lindsay, but not far enough to be completely shit on like Gwen or Leshawna.

But slowly, it develops a bit more where you're just

"Oh no. It's not a simple crush anymore I think I really really like her"

So now, she is starting to recognize your presence within the game

You defending her whenever the other campers get on her ass

Never voting for her

Stumbling through your words everytime she talks to you

This is basically all it takes for her to notice that you like her more than in a friend way. Let's be clear, she's NOT dumb.

At first, she thought she could use it against you to get you out, but something about that idea seemed "illogical" to her

Heather decided that you'd be better to keep around instead of getting rid of you too early

Rookie mistake.

She may or may not start catching feelings back in the meantime

The way that you're willing to stand your ground against the other campers, the way you are pretty competent in challenges, not to mention the fact that you are somewhat bearable.

And, being Island Heather, she has no one she will willingly vent to besides the confessional and she did NOT want the people at home knowing a vulnerability of hers

So the gay thoughts™ stay pent up and attack her like crazy

This is when she starts to think that she NEEDS to get you voted off

You are messing up her game and by God if she loses that prize money just because the most attractive girl she has ever met is on this island she will just about murder someone

Any move you try to make on her from this point onward will be ultimately thwarted since she will make the most distance between the two of you as possible

Everyone else had seemed so EASY to get voted off, but you. You were just too perfect in her eyes. She couldn't think of any possible weakness that she could use to get you voted off and it was driving her insane

There is no happy ending here unless you get voted off I'm sorry. It's just her character to not positively commit to anybody while also participating on the show

But once you do get voted off

Her game on the show would only improve. Her only motives being the money and getting to see you again

She doesn't get the money

But you end up being the only person who doesn't laugh at her shaved head and that only allows the two of you to grow closer

(I'm so sorry if this is worse than the usual imagines i write </3 im kinda out of practice AS YALL KNOW qwq)

[y2kas13]

You Will Be My Girl

fem!reader x ellie williams

A/N - I tried to leave this as neutral as possible aside from afab anatomy and fem pronouns and nicknames first time with something kinda smutty very self-indulging because I'm lonely lol enjoy and pls leave comments on what I can improve!

Hopping back into bed you slip back under the covers where a pair of loving arms are waiting for you. you snuggle closer into them and immediately feel a sense of relaxation, "finally your back I thought I was gonna have to go searching for you." a voice from behind you says with sarcasm evident in their voice. Rolling your eyes you turn towards the voice and move the covers of their face to reveal your girlfriend Ellie.

It hasn't been long since you two have been together, being merely mutual friends through Dina and Jesse you only saw each other in group settings. admittedly you thought she was cute but out of your league so you never said anything but to Ellie you were the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. when she got the courage (aka being harassed by Dina to just do it) she asked you out and you happily said yes.

Now months later, you're in her bed at her dad's house while he's out. you really liked Mr. Miller though he insists you call him Joel since Mr makes him feel old. Ellie never misses the chance to say that he is. He's super chill and a pleasure to be around but luckily for you tonight he left out to hang with his brother Tommy.

"Umm earth to weirdo you staring." the comment snaps you out of your loving daze, slightly embarrassed you give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "can't help it when a gorgeous girl has me in her bed." Ellie takes hold of your cheek and plants a kiss on your lips. taking hold of her cheek you deepen the kiss suddenly feeling like a quick peck isn't enough. it could never be enough with her.

"Careful don't start something you can't finish."

"Oh, I could definitely finish."

Instantly you're being pressed down to lay flat on your back with Ellie hovering above you. "are you sure about this? we haven't yet you know and I don't want you to do something your not ready for." Ellie's care for your well-being made your heart flutter. things like this make you fall head over heels for her again and again without fail.

"I'm ready Ellie promise, are you?" her lips are on yours giving you your answer without words. your hips meet each other and slowly start to dance with one another.

As you continue to make out her hand meets the top of your pajama shorts and stall there. "at any point you want to stop just tell me." her eyes meet yours serious but still gentle. "I promise el."

Her hands dip into your shorts and her fingers start to play over your clothed slit, you let out a low gasp from the sensation and you feel ellies smile on your shoulder.

"Now let's see how ready you are love."

AHHHHH omg that was actually really fun and was super easy to write (because it was short and stupid) BUT ANYWAYSSSS I really hope you enjoy if you want any more of Ellie or another character my ask box is always open!!!! I hope you enjoyed thank uuu

[slayfics]

OMG.. This is it..

My first ever request to you..

Y/n x Katsuki

It's a battle between Y/N vs. Katsuki, where Y/n won the fight and probably his heart.. And since then he always challenge her for a duel subtly wanting to spend time with her..

I hope this is okay.. Thank yoooou 💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙

Katsuki and Kansatoki spar.

Kansatoki Hikari hero name Persuasion. Her quirk is the ability to sense others emotions and change them when making contact. She fights with a whip in order to get others close to her so she’s better able to touch and influence them.

Authors note: I usually do these at the end of my fics- however, I have a huge complex about this so I’m going to say this upfront. Sapphire requested this fic and after discussing with her about writing around what quirk the reader should have she encouraged me to write it with my OC instead. I’ve never written an OC into a story so I’m extremely excited and nervous to post this. I also still feel incredibly selfish for writing my OC instead of making this a self insert 🫣. I hope you enjoy the debut of Persuasion non the less~

Today's training exercises were to be just a simple spar between classmates. It had been a while since the class spared each other since first starting at UA. Everyone had made improvements since the start of the year. Some made major improvements in working on their special moves, while others made adjustments to their costumes or even added support items.

The class anxiously waited to hear who the first sparring match was going to be. Finally, Aizawa announced the spars were to be randomly paired and announced the first two classmates.

"Persuasion and Bakugo you will be the first spar. Everyone make your way to change into your hero costumes and meet at the gym," he announced.

The class began to shuffle, grabbing their costumes and leaving for the locker room to change.

"Hey, Hikari!" Mina exclaimed, catching up to her friend. "Are you nervous?" She asked.

"Nervous?" Kansatoki asked.

"Yeah! To spar with Bakugo. Everyone usually gets pretty messed up after going against him," She laughed.

"Oh- No he doesn't scare me. Besides I have some new stuff I've been training with so I'm excited to try it out." Kansatoki replied.

"Ooo really? I can't wait to see! I'll be rooting for you," Mina smiled.

"Thanks," Kansatoki smiled in return as the girls headed off to change.

The students slowly gathered in the gym and waited for the training to start. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and excited to spar again with classmates except for Katsuki who impatiently waited for Kansatoki.

"It shouldn't take her so damn long to get into a hero costume," Katsuki grunted.

"Aw come on Bakugo, we're in no rush. Besides, I remember she said something about asking for a new costume. Probably takes some extra time getting used to," Eijiro said, trying to calm Katsuki.

"It still shouldn't take so damn long," Katsuki grumbled.

Eijiro laughed off his friend's irritation, "I get it, I'm anxious to start training too man. I'm actually excited to see her costume, she asked for pictures of my costume to use as a reference," Kirishima said.

"Hu- you sure about that?" Katsuki asked with a subtle pink tint arising on his face as he looked past Eijiro.

"Well okay, just pictures of my sleeves to use as a reference but yeah why?" Eijiro added.

"Because that costume doesn't look anything like yours," he said, motioning towards Kansatoki who had finally shown up to the gym.

Eijiro turned around to find Kansatoki and quickly turned back around after he did. Kansatoki's new costume was far more revealing than her previous one, almost to the same extent as Momo's.

"Oh-" Eijiro exclaimed, his face also tinted with a pink blush. "No, I suppose it doesn't. I guess it makes sense though, being that she has to touch someone to use her quirk."

Aizawa called for the class to get in order so the matches could begin.

"Good luck man, and don't be too rough on her, ok? Remember she's our friend." Eijiro said before he made his way with the rest of the class to watch.

"Whatever," Katsuki said as he left for the sparring area in the gym.

Kansatoki was waiting on one edge of the arena with a determined look on her face.

"You really think that new costume is going to help you? I don't care how much skin you show, you're still not going to be able to touch me," Katsuki called out.

"Well see about that. I've got a new support item too. I've got to say I'm kind of excited you're the first one I get to use it on," She grinned.

Katsuki opened his mouth to make another smart remark but was interrupted by Aizawa who lazily yelled "Start."

Kansatoki grabbed at her side, pulled out a whip, and cracked it against the floor.

The classmates watching in the stands erupted with commentary. Some supportive yells for Kasnatoki mixed with surprise at the debut of her new support item.

"That's the new support item she's been talking about training with?!?" Denki yelled in astonishment. "Is that even- allowed!?"

"Oh my god- Bakugo is a lucky bastard." Minoru mused beside him.

"Mineta you perv!" Mina said, slapping the back of his head. Then turned back to watch, "YOU GOT THIS PERSUASION!" she yelled.

"What kind of dominatrix crap is that?" Katsuki yelled lunging forward attempting to hit Kansatoki with a blast.

Kansatoki avoided it cartwheeling to the side then wrapped her whip around Katsuki's feet trying to bring him to the ground.

"What's the matter? You're not into it?" She said with a wink.

"Tch-" Katsuki let out an annoyed puff of air, as he let out another blast freeing him from the whip around his feet, and made his way into the air.

"Too afraid to get any closer?" Kansatoki yelled up at him.

"You're going to regret saying that!" Katsuki yelled at her with another blast from the air. This one was even stronger than the last. Kansatoki dodged again as the smoke from the blast filled the gym.

"How does that one saying go?" Kansatoki said as Katsuki frantically scanned through the smoke trying to find her. "Oh yeah missed me now you have to kiss me," She laughed as the smoke began to clear giving Katsuki a view of her again.

"Cut out that damn seductive crap," He yelled.

"Why is it distracting? "She asked, smirking at him. Katsuki attempted to hit her with another blast. This time giving Kansatoki exactly what she had been waiting for. Unlike the last two blasts, Katsuki used both hands this time allowing her to wrap her whip around both his arms at once.

She moved swiftly avoiding his blast while keeping her grasp on her whip tied around his arms. Using the smoke caused by the blast as cover once more she moved in closer, this time having some control of where Katsuki's next blast would go thanks to her whip.

Placing her leg in between his and behind his foot she pushed him back causing him to trip and fall onto the floor. Before he could let out another blast she straddled him and his wrapped-up arms. Restricting his arms to the point that if he let out a blast he'd be aiming at himself.

Katsuki struggled under her, enraged at himself for being caught. Curses and insults spewed out from him.

"What's the matter? Don't want to blow your own balls off?" She teased him.

"Shut the fuck up," He yelled angrily still trying to free himself.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want to feel?" Kansatoki said, struggling to keep him down. Her own arms were occupied with making sure he didn't escape.

Katsuki groaned and continued to fight a bit longer before accepting being unable to get out from under her. "Just put me to sleep already bitch-" He barked.

"How boring- of all the things I could make you feel that's what you chose? So be it I guess," She replied. Unable to touch Katsuki with her arms due to being occupied with keeping him pinned down, Kansatoki moved closer kissing Katsuki on the cheek. Instantly he stopped struggling under her and fell into a deep slumber.

"Oh crap- she won! Way to go Persuasion" Eijiro yelled.

"I WANT TO FIGHT HER NEXT!" Minoru yelled.

"Yeah something tells me she wouldn't use that move on you dude," Kamanari laughed.

Kansatoki moved off of Katsuki and touched his face gently, causing him to wake up.

"You know, you're kind of cute when you are asleep and not barking so loud," She said, teasing Katsuki.

"Tch- whatever enjoy it while it lasts. You're never beating me again, got it?" He grumbled.

"Mhm sure Bakugo," She said, rolling her eyes as the class moved closer to congratulate her.

"Whip me next please, my dominatrix queen," Minoru said.

"Not even in your goddamn dreams extra," Katsuki said blasting Minoru.

Kansatoki began to walk away with her classmates congratulating her when Katuski called out to her.

"Hey! We are sparing again tomorrow after class so you better be ready!" Katsuki yelled, causing Kansatoki to turn back to him.

"Oh, are we? That's a bit presumptuous. What if I'm busy," She said playfully.

"Yeah whatever, I'll see you tomorrow at seven in the gym," He said, ignoring her playfulness.

"I already told you Bakugo I might be busy, but I'll think about it," She said, winking at him before turning to leave.

[miroslavcloset]

Heyy!! I read your post about the BVB players and omg the Marco Reus one is perfection ✨

Would you consider writing for him? There’s a dire lack of Reus smut online and it always makes me so confused.

Dating Marco Reus -Headcanons- [Non-NSFW and NSFW]

A/N: yES This is the final push I needed to finally write for him <3 We need smut of our old men aka my guilty pleasure. Also, Marco is attractive as fuck idk what is happening here. I don't know why i'M SURE he would be the one who slaps your ass and calls you babygirl AND I'M HERE FOR IT

It was easy for Marco to remark on all the things he liked about you. He is the kind of boyfriend who shows photos of you to his friends or loved ones and tells them how beautiful you are.

He loves public displays of affection and is not afraid of letting everyone know how much he loves you, of course, he respects if you have boundaries set about being very open about your relationship with him.

You are the first person who will hear of him after a match, his frustrations, the things he thinks he could've done better, but also how much his teammates are improving, especially the younger ones. It shows how much he cares about everyone around him, no surprise that he is seen as the team leader.

It was an important step when Marco opened up enough to let you take care of him during his injuries, at the beginning he wouldn't let you help, insisting that he was going to be a burden or it would take too much of your time. It took a while to convince him that you weren't together only in the good times and that you would be more than happy to help him through his recovery.

Every once in a while you would receive a message from him with a Spotify song, one that made him think of you during the day. Of course, he wouldn't admit to anybody that he has song lyrics that remind him of his loved one.

One of the best parts of dating him was that he loved giving you compliments, telling you in bed how your body drives him crazy, and telling you how your cares are the reason he always has recovered. Of course, he would laugh and give you a kiss if you blush while he's expressing how much he loves you.

It wasn't unheard of that he mentioned you in one or two interviews, liking to share a bit of how happy you make him.

Before moving in with him, Marco's favorite part of the morning was when you sent him photos of your outfits, or a selfie while you were doing anything of your routine, secretly he never deleted those and kept them in his phone.

He knows your reactions to it so, when no one is looking he takes a picture of himself while he's changing in the stadium locker room and send it to you, he likes a little mischief every once in a while.

It was easy for him to distract himself by looking at you if you both were with friends or family, he is very outgoing but he'd rather be alone with you enjoying your company if he had to choose.

He tells you it's ok to call him every time you may need him when he has international plays or has to be away for a certain period of time, actually, he loves hearing from you when he cannot hug or be close to you.

NSFW Headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

Running your fingers through his tattoos was a pleasure on its own, the art on his skin highlighted by his trained body. He smiled and brought you into a kiss, starting softly, but as your tounges met each other, Marco's hands started to touch under your clothes.

You wanted to see his reactions first, also you loved pleasuring him as well. Parting from the kiss, you unbuttoned his pants while looking at him directly in the eyes, he knew what was coming and just the thought made him hard under your touch.

You took his whole length into your mouth, hearing a gasp coming from your boyfriend. In the beginning, you licked him slowly but it was inevitable to quicken the pace once his voice started to escape his mouth.

His fingers ran through your hair, slightly pulling it before pushing your face forwards, wanting to feel more of your mouth over him.

His breath was short and fast, and the grip on your hair intensified. He was close to coming from feeling you all over him.

''Alright, you've had your fun.'' He pushed you onto the bed, his frame over yours and a smile that promised to make you feel exactly how he wanted all night long.

His tattooed arms held your thighs while his mouth was between your legs. It's impossible to hold your voice when his tongue made you orgasm over and over again.

DISCLAIMER: This is just fiction and imagined scenarios written by a fan of the aforementioned player, in no way intended to harm anyone in any shape or form. I do this as a hobby, to practice my writing and English skills since it is not my first language (and because I love him, of course, I do) so thanks for reading! <3

[dearestxiao]

Hey I just wanted to ask and I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfy but what happened to saekogun? I missed your #junesdegeneracyau and then I found out everything disappeared which was weird bcs I recall seeing ur blog in like March 2022

hi there nonnie... omg wow it's been such a long time since I've actually posted on this blog. thank you so much for the concern and to anyone else who's asked about me.

to give a quick tldr as to what happened with saekogun exactly: I took a break from writing right around a point in my life where I was both very busy, and slowly becoming more and more happy. the break turned out to be much longer than I thought it would be, and I one day decided to get rid of saekogun. my mental health has improved immensely, and I just wanted to say hello again.

I will start this off by saying I am very much alive and well. at the start of my first semester last year I decided to take a break from writing so that I could focus on my classes and internship and... just about everything else life had in store for me. it was initially supposed to be a short two week break, which is why I had initially never posted about it. but as more and more time went on, big (good) things kept happening in my life, and I had felt as if my mental health had additionally improved being away from tumblr. I decided that, for the sake of my mental well-being, I would not return for quite some time until I was fully stable enough to do so.

tumblr was a really weird source of turmoil in my life back then, which is kind of funny to say now that I look back on it (it sounds sooooo unserious, I know I know). I never talked about this openingly on my blog, but I did struggle a lot with my mental health, especially as someone with bpd. during the time that I wrote for saekogun, I had consistent and heavy episodes and mood swings. I knew no one else with bpd nor did I have someone I could talk about it with, so I felt a bit alone.

I felt very alone in my struggles and used tumblr as a sort of crutch and aid and it helped. immensely. but it also hurt me in different ways. I treated tumblr as a big responsibility in my life and it felt like I had a full time job as a content creator. I'm also neurodivergent and my executive function issues were beating me up without remorse. this was at a point in my life where I really did not have time for running my blog, but writing and interacting with the lovely following I had generated felt great. it was just too much for me though unfortunately, so I decided to move on.

I decided that I would keep the blog up running so that people could still enjoy it in my absence. however, one night after thinking on it for months I decided to just get rid of it. it sounds odd, but now that I was healing, that blog was just too representative and tied to a bad era of my life for me to want it to keep existing. so I banished it into the void, never to be seen again.

a lot of stuff has happened between now and then. to keep things short and sweet, I'm a lot happier now. I won't say things are absolutely perfect, because not everything can be of course, but I feel as though I've healed and grown. some amazing things have happened and for the first time in years I experienced true joy for a very long period of time. I'll stop myself from rambling before I get too cheesy and corny. but just know that it fr does get better y'all. I'm so glad I've lived long enough to a point where I can confidently say that.

I have a lot of regrets when it comes to saekogun. I definitely was not the best blog runner. I was constantly behind on asks and projects and I made lots and lots of mistakes when it came to my posting schedules and how I handled asks. I had so many asks that I never got to and made so many promises I couldn't keep. for that I deeply and utterly apologize. I do wish that I had done better and am sorry to those who've I disappointed. I thank everyone who had took the time to send something in and put time and energy into my blog.

another regret I have is not saving the color blue before I had gotten rid of the blog. that story is unfortunately lost to time itself since I don't have any portion of it saved. which sucks because if there was anything I'd continue to write about here from my old blog, it'd be that, but I have no access to it now.

I'm also sorry for anyone I have worried in my absence. I really should have made a post sooner, but I honestly had no idea what to say. I didn't know how to come back, and the longer I took to say anything, the harder it got.

I am beyond grateful for everything you've all had done for me, and for sticking around and checking up on me, and for enjoying my content in the first place. I cannot put into words how much it means to me for people to have cared about my silly little degenerate posts. from the bottom of my heart, I seriously thank you all. I also thank my sweet anons, old mutuals, and any followers who are still here.

now, onto the big question: will I ever write for this blog again? the answer is... iffy. I often fantasize about being able to write again, but the truth is I'm not into genshin anymore whatsoever, which is an issue since my primary fandom was always genshin. at some point after sumeru's initial release, I was simply just not as into the game anymore, and was too busy to actually sit down and play. I have no idea what's going on lore or game wise, and anything thats happened fandom wise either.

unfortunately, I'm not interested in getting back into genshin, so I'm very sorry to disappoint anyone who was hoping for more content like what I used to create.

however, I love writing. and I'm still really into yanderes and dark fiction as a whole. but I'm currently not into any fandoms that I think people would really be interested in so I don't think I have much to offer in terms of content. so for now, it's a... maybe? I guess we can talk about that as time goes by.

this is absolutely not to promise I'll actually be back though. I'm not sure if I'd be able to run a blog still to be honest, atleast not consistently. but I would love to drop by and post a little something every now and then and talk with you all.

thank you all once again, and thanks to whoever read this entire mess of words. listen, I'm rusty okay 😔

[maiverie]

hihi! im kinda young (14 turning 15 in aug!) and i saw that another anon asked for your help on creating a blog .. i kind of need help too 😭😭 do you have any tips on writing? i wanna start a blog but have no experience in writing like AT ALL. except for maybe writing essays for eng or having to create comfort texts for friends because erm therapist friend here☝️

hiiii omg im so sorry for the late reply HAHA but firstly happy early birthday for august!!! plsss I'd be so happy to help! here's my reply to the other post on setting up your blog :>

as for writing tips,,,, um bro honestly idk if I'm the best person to answer ur question but here are some of my personal thoughts!! also comfort friend so real DONT GET BURNT OUT THO 😭

—(long post below)

disclaimer: I am obviously not the best most amazing writer, so these are just my personal thoughts !!! I'm sure there are other users out there with better insights !!!

when I started writing I was like really really really shit like PROPER shit it's actually fucking embarrassing reading back to it 💀 but idk sometimes it's just fun to look back and see all the improvements I've made along the way — for you, it might be that way too. you might feel like it's shit to begin but honestly the more you write, the easier it becomes and naturally you'll improve ! so I think the best mindset to have when you start is to just try, and be okay with the fact that it will obviously not be your best work and you'll just get better and better and better!

here are some writing tips I've previously written - I'll reiterate some of the points there but maybe give it a read and see if it helps?

I think it's easiest to start with one idea and use it as a seed — just let ideas slowly grow from it; keep adding little details and details until it sprouts into a big tree! for example, you can pick a trope that you really like (maybe something you've read before in someone else's fic, or something you've seen in movies/tv shows/books) and then pick a member from whichever group you want to write for (I'm assuming enhypen since you're on my blog) and just write!! for example, you can pick enemies to lovers and then be like hmmm I really want to do jay and enemies to lovers! from there, you can think about the smaller details: why are they enemies (plot)? what do enemies say to each other (dialogue)? where are they when they say these things (setting)?

I think it's easier to write the kind of things that you like to read! so if you really like one shots, write a one shot. if you like smaus, write an smau. if you like headcanons, do the same! stick to whatever you've seen before because then it'll feel a little less daunting! personally, I used to read a lot of like stupid little romcoms growing up and so that's just naturally what I kind of write now ^^ you'll notice that everyone has different taste; so you might see someone's writing and be like "wow it's really good!" and people might disagree with you — in saying that, don't try to please everyone and just write whatever u like ^^ you'll attract people who personally gravitate toward your writing !

tbh, fic writing is nowhere near the same calibre of actual book writing so I wouldn't fret too much about designing a really intricate plot with like fully-fleshed characters because nobody really does that anymore (at least not on blr? i think that's more common on wattpad where people have like 20+ chapters ya feel) — I think just write what makes you happy! If it's about your bias + a trope you like then ezz that's all u need to do hdfshsdh

there are people who like to fully plan out fics and there are people that just wing it — I'm sure you'll find your style, but don't feel worried if you can't seem to brainstorm anything! I think it's easier to just start, and then think about that could happen next. maybe you can start a story with dialogue and then just continue on with the conversation !!

when you're writing scenes, think about setting and characters — for example, think about how they feel, how they react to another character’s dialogue, how they physically react to someone's touch, how cold or hot the weather is, where they're standing/sitting and what their surroundings look like, what time it is, etc. etc. obviously don't include everything (especially the irrelevant stuff) but my point is that there are so many different directions you can go!

here are some other tips I can think of:

read your dialogue out loud and think to yourself, "would someone actually say this?" also, make sure only one person speaks per paragraph so it's less confusing

use a thesaurus sparingly — try not to use convoluted language bc I'd say people who read your work are going to be around the same age as you and idk it's just a lil weird if you're using random words that nobody really uses irl

pay attention to your grammar/syntax — make sure some sentences don't run too long and that when you read it out loud, it makes sense!

also spell-check HSDHDS BUT HONESTLY MY FICS ARE RIDDLED W TYPOS LIKE IT DOESNT RLLY MATTER TBH.. SO LONG AS ITS NOT HORRIBLE?? UHH

treat your characters like real people and think about what they say/do and if it's something in or out of character!! in saying that, give them motivations and fears and all the juicy stuff that real humans have — if you care about writing a story that people will remember, then I think it'd be great if you could write memorable characters by fleshing them out and making them lovable or hate-able(?) or relatable.

make sure scenes flow from one to the other — it's the same as you do with your eng essays! you make sure you're not talking about one thing before quickly jumping to the next. I think you can apply the same logic to writing fiction :))

honestly it's hard to give tips because I'm not sure what type of stories you want to write and what direction you're going for, so I'm really sorry if my tips were a little too generalised!! but if I'm gna be like so so so so fr right now, I honestly think writing for enhablr can be easy/simple — my tl;dr is that you should just pick a member + easy trope + make sure you have a mildly interestingly plot and once you add in decent grammar, you'll probably do really great! I don't mean this in a bad way, I just think ff writing doesn't have to be too difficult because most people just want to read about and imagine their bias in situations they'll never be able to see irl (its kinda the whole point of ff)!! I don't think people think much about fics beyond that !! this is all just for fun!!! so I really hope u have fun writing!!! lmk what u end up working on ^^

I hope this helps; idk if it did 😭 but lmk if u need any more clarification 😭💖

[kidflashimpulse]

Hey! I wanted to ask this anonymously first before I embarrassed myself but I just started my first young justice blog and I really need some help coming up with fic ideas, with writing, with a lot of stuff I'm a complete mess, an I was wondering if it's not much trouble, could I get some help?

Hey :)) omg that’s so exciting! looking forward to checking out ur blog :D just saying in advance to hopefully squash any worries and to scale expectations, i’m not the best person with communication and can take a while to respond to messages (also sorry bout the slight delay with answering this one, i do hope u see it i can’t remember if anon questions notifies the sender 😭). I cant guarantee being the most helpful person either but i’d be happy to try to help where/if i can :)

in terms of general advice for fics/writing which i think tbh is the best one (that i use to try to motivate myself to write for fics) is to just start writing! like literally anything, as soon as u feel like even a second of inspiration or motivation just go with the flow. Whether it’s one sentence, a paragraph or 1000 words lol, just putting words on a page is a great start already. It doesn’t need to be perfect at all, my first fic (unposted) ended up being long with multiple chapters and all the writing throughout was so questionable lol but i was and still am so proud of it! It gave me experience and the learning curve was inspiring that i was excited to try to write even more stuff after. I noticed with each chapter i slowly found a rhythm and improved step by step. Even if it’s just tiny things that u learn, it makes all the difference. You 100% learn as u go, even now whenever i post something i’m like damn i could make a million changes or be annoyed/critical at something but ultimately i’m just happy to have posted something to share with others and contribute a little something to a community of people who share the same interests as me :) and that’s rlly all that matters and as u start doing that u can develop more ideas and “what ifs” to explore i.e more fic ideas etc

in terms of structure for working on fics id say it rlly depends on the individual. for me i usually write a rough outline/summary of what the fic is basically about. I usually try to have key details summarised where they all connect until the end of the fic, so that after that’s done, u can then flesh out the individual chapters or paragraphs out better. But things like plot can also really change whilst ur writing! It all boils down to what inspires u to write.

It’s not bad to have no ideas, i think it’s actually super cool for people to start out with a really simple/basic prompt (maybe something like: oh flash family go to a restaurant or zetaflash go to an arcade or outsiders play board games (lol)) something like that and then u can expand on the story with dialog/events/characterisation/description that really fills it up and makes up the chunkier part of the fic where it almost at times feels like it writes itself.

also fics really doesn’t need to be long at all if that’s something u might find intimidating, my stuff tends to be quite wordy because that’s just how i write (as u can see from most of my ask answers where i just go on and on like can i shut up for once? lmfao) if anything, i admire people who can get points/description/stories across through concise writing or short stories! that’s a real impressive skill too

if u want to start writing fics to post, 100% start writing anything, literally anything and eventually u will manage to figure out ur own workflow/style that suits u best :) i’m 100% still learning too, i mean i have yet to finish a multi chapter fic, but by reminding myself that any writing is a good step somewhere, despite the slow progress, i can still be motivated to keep working on it. i hope these general tips managed to help u somewhat 🙏 again rlly looking forward to checking out ur blog <3

[ishikawayukis]

after two freaking long and busy months, I’m back to talk about OP✌🏽✨

el trauma fue grande la verdad JAJAJA todavía nada me ha hecho llorar como marineford, keyword todavía porque ay dios ya me veo JAJAJAJAJAJA

no literal, porque como básicamente ✨I’m binge-watching✨ hay momentos que yo digo “siento que hace unos cuantos arcos atrás mencionaron algo de esto” and it’s crazy bc when you connect those episodes (most of the time with the help of recaps too lol) you’re like “damn, Oda WAS cooking”

LITERAL YO ASÍ DE “ojalá Law me salvé a mi niño” Y MÁS QUE- ay no te vayas a reír de mí pero, la vida me dijo que me iba a volver loca y yo dije “pues voy a ver one piece para no volverme tan loca” y que ya estoy en Whole Cake Island😶‍🌫️ JAJAJAJJAAJJAJAJAJAJA BELLE I MIGHT HAVE A PROBLEM AND I MIGHT CRY IN THIS ARC TOO I CAN FEEL IT AJSJWJ- ✨en fin✨ después del mini susto al inicio de Punk Hazard, estoy tan feliz de que Law se haya aliado con Luffy y que ya básicamente sean amigos por siempre aunque finja negarlo🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 my favorite emo boy with emotional issues fr

I’m hoping that Mackenyu does come out with more merch for season 2 bc Chopper and Robin merch?? PLEASE I NEED THAT (hasta podría sacar merch para Ace, por favor Mackenyu las posibilidades son infinitas, mente visionaria okay? JAJAJA)

literally the more episodes I watch the more I feel like I could write an essay about the different friendship dynamics between them and why they are all so strong and special in their own way: Zoro diciéndole a Luffy que no pueden volver a perder en Punk Hazard, Luffy diciéndole a Franky sin dudar que él podía comerse la fruta de Ace y Brook admirando el buen corazón de Sanji en Zou- I can talk and cry about each dynamic and I won’t take any slander against them🔪🔪🔪

BELLE LOS POSTERS AAAAAAAA- cuando sacaron los nuevos posters y vi el de Sanji mi mente dijo “JUSTO LO QUE LE DIJE A BELLE” AND THEN I READ IT SAID ONLY ALIVE AND I WAS LIKE HOLY SH*T WAIT WHAT IS THIS????

I swear everything was so cruel, but at least after Fishman Island it started being more emotionally healing bc seeing how much they all improved?? me sentí tan orgullosa de ellos<3 (aunque me hayan empezado a blanquear a Robin, Zoro y Usopp😔💔) and Sanji was so silly that man almost died out of true joy JAJAJAJA y casi me mata al Chopper pero de estrés también😂😭 and then it all became sad and cruel again with Dressrosa🤡😭 pero ay no, yo sentí que fue más largo que Alabasta en serio por un momento dije “ya no más por favor” JAJAJAJAJAJA but at least we got Barto and some Corazon flashbacks 🥹🫶🏽

Hoy ya puedo ver esos edits de Ace con la canción y apreciarlos como debe de ser JAJAJAJAJAJA in fact, I’m glad I can see more memes and stuff bc I’m slowly reaching Wano but it’s also getting harder to not get spoiled so it kinda feels like a russian roulette when looking for memes/fanart 💀😭

under read more because i got a bit long too LMAO

no escupas al cielo q vas a terminar perdiendo AJJAJA no but i don't think anything made me cry as much as marine ford did tbh, i'm thinking about all the arcs post time skip and if anything i was just Stressed LMAO

LLEGASTE A WHOLE CAKEEEEEE omg i am no one to judge or say anything because i did watch it at an incredibly fast pace too LMAO and not to be sanji biased (but i am) but whole cake is literally one of my fave arcs, i suffered a lot with it but man it's just so good. literally the only arc where i can tell you the specific episodes that fucked me up LSKDHGL y laaaaaaaaw no te mentiré cuando lo vi en punk hazard siendo un maldito dije ay no me lo cambiaron de bando, pero era todo una mentira AJAJAJ su alianza es literal lo mejor :')

NO EXACTOOOOOO, ya sean sutiles o no todas las relaciones entre los strawhats son tan importantes y ahí tienes a estúpidos q sólo se fijan en quien es más fuerte like who caaaaaaaares!!! i'm gonna join you writting that essay because Man, i have so many thoughts

NO BUT THAT WAS MY REACTION WITH THE NEW ONES i saw sanji's and was like oh my god what a fucking loser i love him and then like wait... wait a Second what do you mean only alive is this gonna be addressed because what do you MEAN (it was you know it since you're in wc already LMAO)

ver a todos como mejoraron en fmi es demasiado bonito pq de verdad valieron los dos años lejos aunq hayan sido lo peor :') dressrosa is ridiculously long i think it's the arc that took me the longest because i was like please....... please Enough with the flashbacks we get it please let's just move ooooon. i think that part of that is that everything happens within one day so a minute is literally one episode and i was like what is this hunterxhunter?? but the introduction of barto and cora were honestly worth it (even if cora made me cry LMAO)

es tan difícil evitar los spoilers al final, ahora yo estoy entregada a spoilearme con el manga pq es casi inevitable con lo metida q estoy AJAJA

[pidayforpi]

Oh, wow. Exactly 3 days after this post, I started to really feel the stress.

The next morning right after my "omg Bullfrog is inspired by Assassin's Creed???" random thought, I suddenly felt extremely...down. And again disappeared into the void.

Actually, that wasn't the first time it had happened. And I have started to see a pattern:

Whenever you see me disappear all of a sudden, I am usually busy and/or stressed/depressed. I realise my activity fluctuates somewhat like this:

[Activity → Decreased/decreasing/cease in activity (due to being busy) → Return in activity (for a few days) after being busy → Sudden cease in activity (due to being stressed/depressed)]

Every time I would feel down, it goes down very quickly. Like, the previous day would be fine, and then next day would be absolutely not fine.

And this usually happens after extreme/extended stress. During the stress is fine, but after the stress is when things start to go down, very quickly.

Before, I thought there was something wrong with me. I have experienced this feeling before, and it always caused so much frustration every time that happened. The sadness just happened out of nowhere, and I had no idea why that happened, how to get rid of it, or what I have done "wrong".

But apparently, especially this time, I realised that I simply can't withstand so much stress for so long.

Actually, I have been feeling these "sudden sad episodes" shortly after school started again this year, which I had just powered through. Somehow, I didn't realise those were stress responds, even though I had been (almost) working non-stop.

(Again, it doesn't feel bad when you are working. It then feels really bad only after you are done working.)

Only this time, it is way worse.

These are simply burnouts, and I should have known that.

Especially when I re-read the (sort-of) diary entries I have written when I was also suddenly super sad, back in 2021. That was also after an extremely stressful event, and the sadness kicked in only after the event was over. Which was another kind of stressor, because I was too stressed to rest.

A shame that I had written to myself "never to forget that feeling", and I ended up forgetting it and stressed myself out again.

That period in 2021 was even more pathetic than this time. I am (unsteadily) improving throughout the years, but every time the sadness hits again, it brings out past memories. And with them: Worries that I may relapse back to a period of my life I fear very, very much.

This time may be somewhat worse, on the other hand, because I still have an exam to revise for. I am slowly dealing with the stress as much as I can, and will hopefully not "peace out" all of a sudden again. Even if just browsing artwork, I will try to be around at least daily. May be write some thoughts down (like this one), or leave a comment or two.

I will do my best, whatever "my best" can be.

(I am aware this is super incoherent and probably very weird. I apologise, but this is just for me to try to write down my feelings. That's what I did back in 2021, and I am doing what old me had taught myself to do: Sharing my thoughts.)

(So, last week I was doing a lab report assignment. I saw a research paper by a "Matsuda", and literally my first thought was:

"Matsuda! Who the hell do you think you are shooting?! Don't mess with me!!!"

Okay. So, yeah. You may see that I haven't been active at all since September, and totally not active since December. That lab report (due last week) was one of the reasons. And I also had 2 tests, also on last week.

Honestly I have just been very busy since school started again. Honestly, I have just been very busy the entire year.

(Like I paused playing Brok the InvestiGator since school started because it's just so intriguing, and have been dodging spoilers left and right since then)

Now that the year is coming to an end (which is surprisingly fast to me), I also realised I haven't done much outside school this year. Understandable and expected, but not really desirable. Most other things I have done were passive ones, like story reading and film/series watching. And mostly during summer, as well.

I didn't produce much this year, at least when compared to the last. Only 2 short stories, 2 shorter drabbles and 2 infodumps. Oh, and the Undertale story idea dump, which I am kinda proud of. Honestly never thought I would write it down entirely, let alone share with anyone. And all of these (except the infodumps) were done in the first half of the year.

Now that I technically am having a semester break, I wish I could/would start writing again, or have time to do something else other than studying and sleeping. I have started reading fics again, and I hope I could have the time to write my own too. Or honestly, write anything.

(Can't promise though, because exams come right after holidays. And second semester comes right after exams)

(like @krueger4eva i see your ask and it makes me so so so happy but i didn't have time to reply to you and i don't want to give you a half-assed answer i am so sorry thank you so much for the ask it honestly makes me so damn happy thank you thank you)

I guess I will start with writing something here before going to stories again. As I am writing this I can really feel the effect of not writing for a long time (so this post may be incoherent i'm sorry). There are something I have wanted to write it out, as well as some random thoughts I have had during my super busy school days a while ago (like that Matsuda cringe above).

I am starting to lose track of what I'm saying, so I guess I will stop here.

Cheers.)

[taikk0]

im crying ive been lurking your blog today after being curious enough to check your tumblr after constant watching of your videos on youtube and always thought how professional and clean your animations look and thought you were like oh idk 20+

then i stumble a post of you saying you're 15 and i 😭 💗 WHAT DO YOU USE TO ANIMATE PLEASE ANY TIPS FOR LIL OL 19 YR OLD THATS CURRENTLY NOT GOING TO COLLEGE BECAUSE OF WORK AND WANTING TO PRACTICE MY CRAFT BEFORE GOING AT IT *kneels and slowly merges with floor like melted plastic*

THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE I'VE MET WHO THOUGHT I WAS 20 IS SO FUNNY IM SORRY IM FR JUST BLENDING IN WITH ALL THESE TAX-PAYING CITIZENS LIKE IM OUT HERE IN A BUSINESS SUIT GOING "HOW DO YOU DO FELLOW ADULTS" AT THIS POINT

but fr tho I'm flattered I can't believe someone would assume I'm at that level already 5 years in advance thank you 😭😭

as for what I use to animate I use Krita!! here is a tutorial I used to learn how to set it up + how Krita's animation feature worked:

Though this tutorial covers a lot of useful information and an animation tutorial, I do urge you to learn about the software itself in your own time. (VERY IMPORTANT TIP: if you don't understand how something works, or if you want to do something in the program but have no idea how regarding the tools it has to offer, it doesn't hurt to do your own research! I learned that the hard way unfortunately, and I hope other artists don't suffer the same fate. REMEMBER! DON'T BE AFRAID TO GOOGLE!)

and with animation tips I do have a few things I'd be happy to share

I made this playlist to help my boyfriend get into animation. What's special about this playlist is that I made it not just about how to make individual drawings move, but also videos that explain how and why individual design philosophies and decisions are made and how you can learn to use them to your advantage. I also added some videos in here that cover shot composition and storyboarding, since I figured that most animators strive for skill in more than one field. This playlist is still a work in progress and I'm obviously bound to add more in the future, but just know that most of the videos put on here are either videos that I think are REALLY helpful as an animator who wishes they had that kind of help in their beginner years, or videos that DID help me in my beginner years way back when.

The playlist is a bit short but quality over quantity amirite? Next up is a playlist that helped spark my love for animation and pushed me to pursue it myself: the Skribble Kibble series!

Not everything in this playlist is an animation tutorial, but I highly recommend it for someone with an untrained eye. This series has inspired me not only because it covered animation; a medium that I was already interested in, but also awakened my love for analysis when it came to visual mediums. what it does great, what it does poorly, what makes something unique, and what makes something the way that it is, and explaining WHY.

Animation Tip : Learn to observe! not just in life, but in other animated media as well. ask yourself questions, and break things down. try it out yourself and experiment! heck, go frame by frame if you have to! learn to learn!

which brings me to my next source: FramebyFrame

This account has been AMAZING. It's informative and presents visual guides. It's a great place to start when you want to train yourself to analyze animation in the moment. I always think of it as some sort of game, They always play the animation first before they show the breakdown, try to spot as many cool animation tricks as you can, and see how many are mentioned! They also recently did a breakdown on RotTMNT which I find to be super neat :]

Mikyomix's Personal Animator Tips (Great or Unhelpful? You Decide!):

wanted to make this it's own section because I had no idea how to properly fit this all in so it goes in here

Study first! I know this sounds super lame but I promise you it will save you so much suffering. It's better to already have a grasp on animation and its fundamentals before you actually start animating. I've gone into the pitfall of having really crap animation skills, feeling bad over it not looking right, going into a pit spiral of self-doubt, while simultaneously not putting in the effort to learn why it didn't look right and how to fix it. It took me a good while to sit down and actually learn everything before I officially started and had more confidence in myself to fix my mistakes and learn from past projects. I already mentioned it earlier, but again, don't be afraid to take notes and whatever information you find to be useful!

Pick your animated projects wisely! Listen, I know it's tempting to do that music video you always dreamed about with your not-so-simply-designed OC. But personally, I advise steering away from large-scale projects and animations that require more than your current skill level if you're a beginner. I know it sounds harsh, and I'm not telling you to give up on your dreams or anything, but just know that animations like that might be more than you bargained for, and could result in burnout and a final product you might not be proud of. You could easily tire yourself out if you're a beginner learning as you go, and I understand that many people actually advise it for the learning experience, but in my personal experience, it didn't really end well. LOTS of unfinished projects, time sunken in on something that I no longer wanted to finish, bad memories associated with the project, etc. Of course, everyone is different and you might not experience the same things I did, but just be aware of the cons. Instead, I highly recommend you-

-Design and create at your own personal convenience! If you're a beginner, I advise you to go simple. I know not everyone is interested in the bouncing ball or the flour sack, but there's no rulebook that says you're prohibited from designing a simple character to animate! Not everyone starts out the same way, and that's completely valid, I first started animating my furry OC's and I'm sure other young animators started in a similar way, animating the things they want! though there was one thing that I did keep in mind, and that was I designed my OC's to be easy to draw over and over again. easier for me to animate, and easier for me to draw them consistently. So if you're first starting out, don't be afraid to simplify! remove minute details if you have to. You can figure it out later no pressure! Just animate things because you want to, not because you have to. and that includes the tiny details that would be difficult to keep track of as a beginner. This is a bit of a smaller point that didn't need its own thing, but while you're at it, learn effective character design! not just for aesthetics and narrative purpose, but also for functionality.

Remember that you are not obligated to practice the old-fashioned way! Not everyone finds animation exercises fun, and that's okay. But whatever you choose to do, putting everything you learned into practice, IT STILL COUNTS AS PRACTICE. Every little animation you make counts no matter how short or unfinished it is, and your efforts deserve to be praised. why? because you're learning little by little and it is still very valuable! despite how small and minute or large and noticeable the improvement in animation quality is, you're still making strides in learning to be a better animator than you were before. Don't listen to what those old geezers say, you do you! animation is supposed to be a labor of love and passion. and being forced to do something under the obligation that its "industry standard" is frankly, baloney.

Animation Stuff (THE JUICE.): shorter stuff that also deserves their own section

12 FPS is great for beginners

Ease-in's and ease-out's are your BEST FRIEND

Timing Charts. you might not be inclined to write them properly, but it's useful if you're jotting things down. use them.

PLEASE. LOCK YOUR LAYERS WITH FINISHED ANIMATION WHEN YOU DON'T INTEND ON TOUCHING THEM FOR A WHILE AND YOU'RE WORKING ON A SEPARATE THING ON THE SAME PROJECT. I'VE LOST. SO MUCH...

Don't be afraid to mix tweeting with frame-by-frame. Sleepykinq tweening isn't the only form of tweening + tweening is great if you want to keep something consistent. Though if you want to go frame-by-frame with the convenience of tweening but without the visual integrity of tweening, tween on one layer as a guide and animate on top, so it's still frame-by-frame.

Unlimited layers? use them. Is a certain part of rough inbetweening giving you trouble? make another layer and animate it on there if you don't want to mess with the main roughs, then merge it down.

More frames does not equal smoother animation, it risks making it look slower. work with the FPS, not against it

Name your layers. save the tears.

Anyways, PHEW that was long. Sorry about that, I just have a lot to say about animation. I'm not NEARLY qualified enough to actually teach animation, nor am I linguistically intelligent enough to get the points I want across (I think). But I really hope that you and a few other people found this to be helpful.

I wish you the best of luck ^^

[idpreferteadarling]

is it magic or destiny?-Kit Connor x reader

My first time writing fanfic so please dont judge me :’)

pairing: Kit Connor x (female) reader

pronouns:you

first pov

summary:in this parallel universe you are a witch (but you aren't aware of your power or knowing that you’re a witch). While simping Kit through your phone and admiring him you wish that you can meet him right now. Then everything went white and you feel like you been falling from a great height. Opening your eyes you find yourself…..where? Read to find out

Warnings: there might be some cursings and eventual smut

English isn't my first language so pls be nice,if i make any mistakes pls let me know so that i can improve it in the next chapters.

Part 1

It was a saturday afternoon, after fighting with your mom about you not wanting to go to her friend’s wedding and being left at home in the end,you were quite annoyed not because your mom left without telling you(well partly) but because she decided to do that AFTER forcing you to go and made you put on your makeup,dress nicely in a short white dress. You were pissed off because now you have basically wasted your time for nothing. Laying on your bed,you decided to pull out your phone and go through Instagram,liking every pics of Kit. You have had a celebrity crush on Kit for some time now,I mean who can resist that charming smile and perfect hair and beautiful eyes and omg you can go on all day talking about how gorgeous and kind he is. Looking at his smile, you started to feel better,much more relaxed and happy and somehow peaceful. Oh if only he knows how deadly his smile is, it puts you at ease in a very special and indescribable way. You slowly close your eyes,your mind drifting and you begin to imagine about seeing Kit,talking to him,wishing you could see him in person.

 It is then when something happens, your mind goes blank,you feel like you're floating when you're supposed to be in bed. Confused,you open your eyes,only to see you are falling into a hole that looks like the hole Alice in Wonderland fell into when she travels to a different world. You are so frightened that you shut your eyes tightly,hoping this was all a dream but you can still hear yourself screaming,you continue to fall and after what felt like centuries,you land on something. It isn’t the cold hard ground like you expected but was something soft and quite bouncy instead. Slowly opening your eyes,you find yourself landed on a bed,someone’s bed. You are in someone's room. It has some posters on all of the walls,an organ,a desk with a lamp and laptop on it,a tv,anything that you may expect to see inside a teenage room. You start to panic,where are you?? How on earth did you manage to come here when you were just on your bed 15 mins ago?? Before you can process anything,you hear footsteps outside the room,it sounded like it was coming towards this way. Shit! who’s that? What am I going to tell them? What if they’re some kind of perverts or maniacs? What if you get arrested for breaking into somebody’s property?? What are you going to tell the police without sounding like you’ve gone crazy? Who's gonna believe a 17-year-old kid saying they somehow magically appear in this room?? The footstep is getting closer and closer,your breathing starts to pick up pace while your head is filled with billions if not millions of different scenarios.

“Oh no,I’m so fucked” is the only sentence you can think of as the doorknob begins to turn. A blond(or ginger?you’re not sure,your brain can’t processed) guy walks in,he is tall and surprisingly handsome,his fair skin seems to have some sunburnt and he is extremely fit in that t-shirt which hug his body perfectly and his pair of sweatpants (definitely not your ass drooling over some unknown guy in this weird situation,you just can't help it,damn it brain). He is looking at his phone,not being aware of your sudden presence. He just stands by the door after closing it,still looking at his phone,surfing the internet(at least that’s what you think he was doing). You stopped breathing completely,partly because you’re scared and partly because you’re mesmerized by him. Taking in his appearance, you started to feel familiar, like you have seen him somewhere. Yeah,you’ve definitely seen him before,but where? He raises his head towards you,his eyes lazily follow sometime after and that’s when realization hit you,hard, it was Kit. Kit Sebastian Connor.

[vampsquerade]

Could you bless me with a fluffy fic where Doc has to comfort the reader because they have a strong dislike for needles?

When I read your fics, my skin clears up and my vision improves. I swear.

YES U CAN ANON OMG!! i used to have a fear of needles but eventually got over this once i got tattoos and overcame my fear of them, so i would love to write something like this!! thank you so much for your request and patience ^-^ (also can you tell i frequently had to have blood drawn bc i always had problems in my system that doctors couldn’t really explain at some point, sorry for getting graphic)

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Doc x GN!Reader: Quick Pinch

Trigger Warnings: Trypanophobia (intense fear of needles), mentions of past physical violence, graphic descriptions of blood withdrawal (in a medical sense), comfort/hurt, monthly check ups

Walking into the infirmary for your monthly check up with Gustave, you begin to feel a bit nervous. You never did well during these whenever Olivier would be the one doing this, having to actually be held down once it came to the blood tests that were required, because you had a deep disdain for needles. As a child, all you would do was scream and cry the second your doctors would tell you it was time for a blood test. But as an adult? Well…let’s just say you were black listed from a few clinics because of the use of your hands in a not so nice manner the moment you saw a needle. Even when you enlisted and had to do your check ups on base, you became so physical you were held down.

Your response to your trypanophobia was a hell of a thing.

Looking around, you don’t see Gustave anywhere, and get yourself ready to high tail it out of there. You turn around and begin to walk back towards the door as quickly as possible, but to your dismay, you wouldn’t get away so easily. “Ah, Y/N, you’ve finally arrived. Come with me, s’il te plait.” he said. Your body froze, blood running cold as you hesitated to turn around and look at him. “I promise we’ll get through the blood draw as quickly as possible and finish up so you can continue going about your day,” he said in a gentle tone. You sigh shakily, turning to face him now. There was a sweet, warm smile on his face, and you began to feel a little relaxed.

Feeling your limbs starting to unfreeze themselves, you begin walking towards Gustave slowly. You felt like a terrified animal, eyes fixated on him as you slowly stalked towards him. His soft expression remained unchanged, patiently waiting for you to come closer so the check up could begin. And once you were close enough to Gustave, he carefully extended a hand to you and waited for you to grab it. And you do, allowing him to lead you to the area you usually went to to change into the gown necessary to perform the check up. “I know Olivier usually tends to do the blood draw somewhere in between the check up, but I’ll be sure to do it right at the end just for you. Go ahead and change, I’ll give you a moment to prepare.” Gustave said before walking away.

You nod and begin to undress yourself, leaving yourself in only your underwear underneath the gown. “Alright Gustave, I’m ready…” you say. Gustave then steps back to you before leading you into a more secluded room that was just behind you, one you assumed he normally took everyone else to do their check ups. It was a well decorated room, and the atmosphere helped you feel much calmer than you were earlier. Gustave had you sit up on the table that was there and proceeded to do the standard check of your heartbeat, blood pressure. You knew a breast and pelvic examination was supposed to be up next, but Gustave seemingly stopped and looked at you with a serious expression. “What is it?” you ask a bit nervously. “Do I have your consent to conduct the next portion of the check up? It’s my job as a professional to ask you about it.” he said.

You fluster, looking away from him before giving him a nod. “Do what you gotta do.” you say. “Merci. I promise I’ll be quick. Lift your left arm above your head for me.” he said. You did as you were told, keeping your eyes away from him as he conducted both examinations as quickly as possible. You knew Gustave was just trying to get it over with so he didn’t make you nervous again. He then measured your weight and height before leaving the room. You sit back up and sigh, hands gripping the edge of the examination table. It was time for the blood draw so he could test it, and you could feel your anxiety beginning to spike through the roof. “I’ll never understand why I’ve always been so afraid of those stupid things…the moment I’m in my death bed, I refuse to have anything piercing my skin. If I’m dying, just let me die.” you say to yourself, scowling.

After a bit, Gustave came inside with your clothes, “Go ahead and get dressed now, I need to make sure everything I need is sterile. I’ll be sure to help keep you calm in any way I can that, hopefully, doesn’t resort to anything physical.” he said. You nod and shakily take your clothes from Gustave and he exits the room. You get dressed, feeling that aggression combined with your anxiety getting worse and worse as you pace the room, waiting for him to come back and take you to your doom. Soon enough, he came back inside, “Follow me Y/N.” Gustave said, holding the door open for you so you could walk out. Stepping out of the room, Gustave then turns off the light before taking you towards the area where blood is drawn and tested. “Take a seat for me. I’ll sit right next to you so you could squeeze my hand as I perform the draw.” he said, gesturing towards the chair.

You stare at him for a moment, before suddenly, your dominant arm moves on its own and your fist makes its way right towards his face at a rapid speed. Gustave’s reflexes were surprisingly fast however, and he quickly grabbed your fist and stopped it before it could come into contact with his nose. Your eyes widen and you quickly pull your hand away, turning around and refusing to look at him. “I…I’m so sorry…it’s just-” you begin, only to be cut off by Gustave, turning you around by gripping both your shoulders. “There’s no need to apologize. I’m well aware of your Trypanophobia and how you respond to it even at the thought of a needle. I promise you it’ll be a quick pinch, but you need to promise me that you’ll keep yourself as still as possible. I don’t want to hurt you, or hold you down the way Olivier and several other nurses and operators have to.” he said reassuringly.

Scanning his expression to find any sign of a lie, albeit a bit stupid to consider Gustave would even lie to you in the first place, you can see he’s telling the truth. Gustave’s a humanitarian through and through; in both the field, and with his colleagues. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, and Gustave simply brings you in for a warm embrace. He was gentle and patient as always, waiting for you to let it all out before he began. The tears welling in your eyes finally spill out, and you’re letting out soft sobs as you shake like a leaf in your arms. Gustave gently rubbed your back, softly reassuring you that he’ll be as quick as possible and that he won’t hurt you.

A good 10 minutes pass, and you’ve eventually stopped crying. You pull away from Gustave, wiping your eyes with your hand and sniffling constantly. “Would you like for me to get you some tissues before we continue?” he asked. “Please…” you mumble, still wiping your eyes. Gustave nods, walking towards the counter and grabbing tissues from a tissue box before handing them over to you. You take them from him and wipe your nose, tossing the tissues into a nearby waste bin. Gustave leads you to a nearby sink and washes your hands, drying them off with a towel before taking off his gloves and washing his own now. He was meticulous and passionate about his work, you could tell just by the way he was cleansing and replacing his gloves simply for having washed your hands.

It was admirable, and you found Gustave to be a good and well-respectable friend. “Thank you for understanding, Gustave…” you say softly. “It’s no problem, mon ami. Do you promise to be as still as possible?” Gustave asked. “Yeah, I promise…” you say. You then take your seat, resting your arm on the sterile cushion. He then rolls up your sleeve, tying the surgical rubber band around the top of your arm tightly. You shut your eyes tightly once you feel Gustave disinfecting the bend of your elbow so he could insert the needle. He taps around the area before finding the right spot, “Ball your fist tightly and don’t move after.” he commands.

Doing as you’re told, you also turn your head to the side to avoid possibly seeing the needle if you decided to open your eyes. The cold steel of the needle enters you and you stiffen, breathing heavily. Gustave then carefully reached down for your other hand and held it, with you squeezing tightly. Once he saw that the little bottle was filled, Gustave quickly took the needle out of you and applied a dry cotton swab, lifting your arm before taking off the rubber band so he could stop the bleeding. “Keep your arm like that before I get a bandage roll.” he commanded quickly. You keep your arm in the position it’s in, and see that he took the needle and threw it away. The vial of blood was also gone, and you sighed softly knowing you didn’t have to see either of the two.

Gustave soon came back with a white bandage roll, tying it around your needle prick before having you relax your arm. “You did amazing right there. I’m so very proud of you for managing to remain calm throughout that.” he praised. Smiling sheepishly at him, you simply sigh deeply and relax your shoulders. “Utterly fucking terrifying. Thank you for your patience with me, Gustave.” you praise. “Anything to help a colleague,” he said, giving you a warm smile. You shake his hand firmly, and Gustave pulls you into another embrace. He kisses both your cheeks before letting you go, “I’ll give you a call to my office if there’s anything amiss in your blood so we can examine it. À bientôt, Y/N.” he said. “See you next time, Gustave.” you say, gently caressing his face before walking out of the infirmary.

[catz4ever]

"Edge of Darkness"

Brother Day and Reader Fanfic

Chapter Four is officially published!

I would like to dedicate this chapter to my dear friend and fellow Lee Pace/Brother Day fan, @omg-hellgirl . She was the one who convinced me to start this fanfic and has inspired me to keep going. We've talked for hours about Day and our shared passion for him and Lee. I know all of you love him as much as we do and I am so grateful!

**The explicit chapter you have all been waiting for is next, so hang in there!**

I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I did writing it!

As always please feel free to leave comments about your thoughts or message me if you want to chat about this chapter! I'd love to hear from you and see what you all think!

I'm working on tags currently, so please be patient!

@bellevox @purplerainiris @coopsgirl @bang-kim-bap @briefgalaxycat @lafleurose @designfailure56 @curiouswildi @icarus-waxenwings @monmonuwu @levikra

CHAPTER FOUR: "Silent Confessions"

As the minutes passed, Day's grip on your  hand began to loosen. He was weakening, and you had a sinking feeling that he may not last the night. For the first time since meeting him, you were not the one weak and vulnerable. He was now half dead and completely at the mercy of your hands. Remembering Dusk's threat of execution at the event of your failure and Day's cruel assault back on the ship, the thought of ending the emperor's life crossed your mind several times. So many quick and painless options for a merciful death were available to you as a practitioner. He was most likely going to die, why not end things early and be done with him? As much as a small part of you wanted to, you were unable to force yourself to kill him. 

Your eyes traced the perfect lines of his profile as sweat continued to gather on his cheeks and forehead. As he breathed in, his lungs staggered, causing his chest to shake as it rose. Every now and then, a small moan escaped his lips as he struggled to get oxygen into his body. Taking the damp cloth from his forehead, you scanned his temple again with the thermometer, and still it read 104° F. Noticing a few damp strands of hair that had fallen onto his face, you moved them aside and tucked them neatly behind his ear. You soaked the cloth again in the cool water and brought it back to his brow. Small droplets of water escaped the cloth and traveled slowly down the side of his cheek and into the pillow supporting his head. You didn't bother drying it up as it was probably a welcome relief to his fever-ravaged body. 

After what seemed like ages later, Brother Dawn jogged into the room carrying a bag filled with what you assumed were the supplies you requested. As he made his way up to the bedside, he looked sadly at Day's motionless body. 

"Has he improved at all?" he asked shyly, a hint of concern in his voice. He handed the bag to you and caught your gaze for an answer. 

"It's only been a few minutes since you left, young Empire," you replied,"but hopefully, some of the items you found for me will improve his condition."

Reaching into the bag you found a wrapped group of tall plants with a long stalk and yellow flowers blooming at the top. 

"I see the gardeners had no trouble finding this mullein leaf," you said with a smile and began to unravel the twine holding them all together. Searching the room with your eyes, you saw scattered medical equipment left behind by the doctors who had been chased out of the room earlier. On the floor lay a stone bowl with a smooth rock next to it. You looked up at Dawn and pointed at it.

"The flower will need to be ground into a fine powder so we can administer it to him," you said, breaking the stalks of the flower in half. Dawn walked over and picked up the two items and brought them back to you.  You continued to break the stalk of the plant and carefully began to scrape the leaves and flowers from the top of the plant until they laid in a large pile on your lap. Taking the pile in your fingers, you rubbed it between the both hands as the smaller pieces fell into the bowl. You took the rest of the warm water from Day's washing basin and slowly added it to the powder. You looked up at Dawn, who seemed ready to cry. 

"Did you want to help me with his treatment?" You asked, forcing a warm smile. He nodded timidly and offered his hands to take the bowl and grinding stone. You motioned with your hands how to properly mix the solution. He mimicked your demonstration and worked the water and the mullein powder until it became a thick green paste.

"How is this going to help him?" he asked, his voice trembling as he continued to mix the paste. 

"Mullein leaf is a plant that has very potent effects on the respiratory system. It helps open up the lungs and promotes increased oxygen intake to the bloodstream. It works as an anti-inflammatory herb but is mostly used to assist in making strained and painful breathing more tolerable for the patient," you explained, grabbing a clean cloth from the bag he brought. 

"We need to pour the paste over this to ensure all of the string fibers are separated and strained. Can you hold the cloth for me?" you asked, handing it to him. 

"Of course," he replied, taking it from you, a small smile forming on his lips. You gently poured the paste onto the tightened cloth and watched as the fibers collected while the paste fell freely back into the bowl. Once it was emptied you took the bowl in your hands. Gathering a small amount on your fingers, you reached across to Day's head and began to apply the green mixture to his neck. Dawn set down the cloth and leaned in to watch you work. Your eyes met as you looked over at his nervous expression. 

"It's really easy to apply, did you want to give it a try. You look eager to help," you said, holding the small bowl out to him.  

"I... I'm afraid...I don't w..want to hurt him," he said, his hands shaking. You set the bowl down on the bed and took his trembling hands in yours. 

"I promise this won't hurt him. He's been given a nerve block so even if you did accidentally cause him pain, he wouldn't feel it,"  you explained, nodding down at the bowl," why don't you give it a try?"

You guided his hands down into the thick green paste and allowed him to gather a generous amount in his hands. 

"The key is to cover the front of his neck as much as possible, this will stimulate the throat muscles to open his airway," you said, encouraging him to continue. His hands became less tremorous as he brought them to his older brother's neck. He gently began to spread the paste evenly on Day's neck, careful not to press too hard. Smiling over at him you nodded in approval at his work. 

"I'll take over from here. Well done, Empire," you said proudly, "I think it's best that a professional carefully massage the neck muscles." 

With a slow and gentle movement, your fingers glided over the small muscles lining his neck. Feeling for the inflammation, you moved the paste along his skin, allowing the medicinal components of the solution to be absorbed. You worked with careful precision as the tightened muscles slid under your hands. Slowly, you positioned your hands so that you were cupping Day's chin. You used your pointer fingers to press into the corners under his jaw bone, searching for the lymph nodes. When you found them, you gently tapped them in a circular motion. Holding his neck steady, you watched for a response. Almost immediately, the emperor took in a deep breath of air as the muscles controlling his throat released their tension. His breathing began to regulate again and his lungs didn't struggle. Some of the paleness of his face began to fill with color as his body was granted a fresh helping of oxygen. 

"That was incredible!" said Dawn, happy tears in his eyes,"where did you learn to do that?!"

"My father taught me," you replied, smiling up at him, "as promising as this looks, it's his fever that worries me. Most infections burn out the body's functioning systems to the point of exhaustion. A steady fever means that the disease has progressed. His breathing and lung function are definitely improving, but it's the high temperatures in the body that can be fatal. "

 He returned a smile and allowed a stream of tears to travel down his face. You took one of the clean towels and wiped off the paste leftover on your hands. He was scared still and you could see his nimble body shake with anxiety. Realizing you made a mistake describing Day's condition to him, you held out your arms offering an embrace and he happily accepted and buried his head in your shoulder. 

"Shhh...it's ok. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all of that to you," you cooed, stroking the small curls of hair on the back of his head. He continued to cry into your collarbone and held you tightly. 

"No. It's alright...I...I...I'd rather understand what's going on then pretend everything is ok," he answered through muffled sobs. You held him close to your bosom and comforted him the best you could. While sitting there with Dawn, you glanced back at Day, the dark rashes still glistening under the sweat on his skin. He lay there, completely still except for the soft rise and fall of his chest when he breathed. A few times, you thought you saw his head move on the pillow, but came to the conclusion your eyes were tired and playing tricks on your sight. Dawn began to calm down and backed away, drying the leftover tears from his eyes. 

"Why don't you find something to eat and take a break for a while? I'll stay here and watch over him," you said, placing your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you, clearly concerned. 

"You promise you won't leave him?" he asked, voice still trembling from his crying spell. 

"You have my word, Empire. And if his condition changes I'll send for you," you replied, reassuring him with a timid smile. He nodded and headed out of the room, closing the door behind him. You turned your attention back to Day, who had remained motionless during your conversation. The rashes on his chest were starting to blister, forming small purple pockets.

 Reaching into the bag Dawn had brought you, you searched for the bottle of yarrow leaf ointment that was requested. Finally, your fingers found it and pulled the small container from the bag. You unscrewed the cap, which also served as a medicine dropper and squeezed the top, allowing a small amount of ointment to collect inside. You also gathered some large pieces of gauze bandages to keep nearby. Then, with bottle in hand, you began the tedious work of dispersing small doses of oil onto his festering rashes.

 Starting at the top of his collar bone, your steady hands gently allowed the oil to drop onto his skin. A few seconds later, the blister began to leak and sizzle slightly as the fluid escaped. Dabbing it tenderly, you allowed the rest of it to drain, and placed a soft piece of gauze once  the pocket was dry. As you worked your way down his torso, you couldn't help but admire the sculpted fibers of muscle that wove together in perfect alignment. You gazed at the length of his rippled abdominal muscles and were surprised to find the absence of a belly button on his stomach. Out of curiosity, you placed your fingers in the space where it would have been and marveled. Hearing the doors swing open behind you, you quickly took your hand away and continued administering the ointment. One of the men chased out of the room by Day earlier that morning entered the room, carrying IV bags and a small case in his hands. 

"Brother Dawn mentioned that you may need fluids for Empire's illness," he said, placing the supplies at the foot of the bed, "I'm sorry we could not get them to you sooner, they needed to be prepared."

"Yes. Thank you for delivering these to me," you answered, continuing to work. He bowed slightly and exited the room, looking around anxiously, as if he was expecting the Emperor to chase him out a second time. You opened the case and found the sanitizing pen and a fresh unopened IV needle. Taking the pen, you found a spot on the inside of his forearm and cleaned the skin. You removed the IV needle carefully from its packaging and lined it up along a thick vein visible from underneath the skin. Carefully, you slid the sharp point into his arm until it successfully entered the vein. You found a lead to one of the pouches, attached it to the IV in his arm, and hung the pouch on a post of the bed, allowing the liquid to drop slowly. As you taped the needle securely onto his arm, you could hear a slight noise coming from Day and he moved slightly. His eyes barely opening into small slits, he looked at you, his face expressionless. 

"Wha...what are you doing?" he asked in a raspy whisper, his chapped lips struggling to move. 

"Your body is severely dehydrated from this fever, I'm providing a fluid replacement therapy to remedy this," you answered, making sure the tape was placed properly on his arm. He glanced down at the bloody pieces of gauze on his chest from the blisters. Tears began to stream down his cheeks and he grasped tightly to the bed sheets. Through his sobs, quiet whimpers also emerged from his lips. 

"It's painful, I know. I'm sorry Empire, but I cannot give you anything more for the pain. I'm afraid you're going to have to fight through this fever," you replied, and took the cloth from his head to soak it again in the cool water basin. You wrung it out and returned it to his forehead and delicately dabbed his temple, hoping to provide some relief. He continued to cry and moan in a silent agony.

 Having suffered through the same illness yourself, you understood the intense pain he was experiencing. A fever that made your skin feel like it was on fire, and the rashes, blistering as if your body had been washed in acid. Aching muscles begging for relief so much that they would often twitch in disapproval.  You truly felt sorry for him and his current condition. Voluntarily, your free hand reached across and cupped the border of his cheek. Caressing his cheek bone with your thumb, you began to hum a simple melody; a song your mother once sang to you as a child. The notes were melancholy at best, but they were deep and soothing tones. At the sound of your voice, his eyebrows curved into a surprised but relieved expression. He looked up at you, eyelids struggling to stay open. The dry lines of cracked skin on his lips stretched slightly as he opened his mouth. A long exhale of oxygen escaped his body and he began to cease crying. He tried to speak, but was unable to find the strength to do so. 

"Shhh…, you need to sleep. Rest is the best medicine you have right now, Empire," you said, forcing a small smile. You continued to hum the somber tune, and he reached up to where you were holding his cheek and placed his large hand over yours. He applied a weak pressure as if to hold your hand in place on his skin for comfort and let out a small deep whimper. Slowly, his eyes began to close as he drifted off to sleep again. His hand slid from its position and landed softly at his side. Once he was asleep, you scanned his body again to get a reading. It beeped and a red 104°F blinked on the screen yet again. Your heart sank and out of frustration, you threw the scanner across the room. 

For the next hour or so, you jogged your memory for anything else you could think to try that your father had taught you. Nothing was coming to mind, besides the obvious: forcing the body to cool off. There were a few cases you remember back home where your father had his patients brought to the cool cave pools in the desert mountains. The change in climate was cold and encouraged the fever to lower at a slow and steady pace. Normally, you would let a fever run its course since it was the body's natural way of fighting illness. But at the high temperature the emperor's body endured for most of the day without fluctuation, it was becoming dangerous. Seeing the emperor in nothing but his skin was the last thing you wanted to do, but a cold bath was the last resort you had. Moments later, Brother Dawn walked in carrying a plate of food and walked towards you. 

"Here, it's nearly evening, I thought you might be hungry, doctor, " he said, handing the meal to you,"I'm sorry I did not come sooner, I lost my protection amulet in my rush to fetch you this morning. I did not want to return without it, my brothers would not have approved."

"You are too kind, thank you, empire," you said, and began to eat the hot meal in your hands. Time had passed so quickly you were in disbelief that you had forgotten to eat. You saw Dawn look over at his sick brother.

"Any change?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes. 

"No. I'm sorry Empire. He did wake up in a daze a little while ago but has gone back to sleep since then. I've made him comfortable but I cannot give him another dose of pain medicine for another few hours," you explained, hungrily finishing the food on your plate. 

"If only I had come to you sooner...I...I...maybe he would be ok…." he said, tears filling his eyes. You set your plate down and offered your hands to him. He unlocked the amulet, releasing it from his wrist, allowing you to touch him. You took his hands and looked at him sternly.

"None of this is your fault, Dawn. I have you to thank. If you hadn't come to find me, Day would have died this morning. None of the doctors thought to search for me. You did. You are NOT responsible for his current condition. This is an illness caused by a microscopic organism. It's no one's fault and it's nothing that you did," you said to him, forcing a small smile. He returned a similar expression and squeezed your hands in response. 

"I am most grateful that you agreed to help him. I'm so sorry he acted out so violently against you," he said in a somber tone.

"Pain has a way of pushing us to do things we normally wouldn't. Believe it or not, I've dealt with more unruly patients in the past," you said, chuckling quietly to yourself. Dawn laughed along with you and wiped the rest of the tears from his face. 

"I can imagine!" he said in response. During your conversation, you could hear Day moan quietly in his sleep. On occasion, he slowly turned his head back and forth in discomfort.

"I have one more tactic I want to try. But I'm going to need your help. Can you draw a cool bath for him and mix these in the water? It's an epsom salt to help calm and soothe the muscles. I'm going to try to force his temperature down by changing the environment he's in. I'll also need you to help me walk him over to the water," you explained to him, capping off Day's IV lead and removing the oxygen tubing. 

"I can, but how are we going to get him over there if he's too weak to walk?" he asked, a confused look on his face. Reaching into the bag you brought from your room, you pulled out a small syringe and showed it to him.

"This will give him a small boost of adrenaline to get him moving. We can support him together but he'll need to walk over as we help," you explained, beginning to remove some of the sheets from on top of the Emperor's body. Dawn walked over to the corner of the room where Day's bathing pool was and prepped it for use. Luckily, you could change the temperature of the water via a small panel on the wall. The bath itself was built into the ground and had stairs leading into the water. Dawn came back over to you and sat on the bed beside you. 

"His reaction may surprise you at first. This can jolt him awake, just be prepared," you warned and turned towards the emperor. You took his hand in both of yours and spoke softly. 

"Empire...I know you're trying to rest, but we need to cool you down. I'm going to administer something to get you up. It's going to give you a boost of quick energy and I need you to walk as best you can. Can you do that?" you asked, leaning in closer to his face. He forced his eyes open and confirmed he was willing with a slow nod. 

You exposed the small needle and looked over at Dawn, who was surprisingly calm. 

"On the count of three. One... two…three…" you said and injected the adrenaline liquid into his bicep. The emperor sat up quickly and his breathing increased to large gasps of air. You and Dawn sat on either side of him and lifted his arms into both of your shoulders. Day began to moan loudly. The drug boosted everything in his nervous system including the amplification of any pain. He turned his head towards you and tears began to fall as he cried from the agony. 

"It hurts…" he said, almost whispering in a raspy deep cadance through his sobs. 

"I know, I know, empire.  But I promise once we get you into the water you'll feel much better," you said, trying to calm him down. He kept his gaze fixed on you, and for a moment you looked into the deep green hue of his eyes. They were filled with regret, pain, and anger; despite his clone status, you realized he was, in fact, as human as you were.

 At the same time, you and Dawn helped the Emperor to his feet. He whimpered in disapproval and pain but you both encouraged him to keep moving. By the time you reached the edge of the bathing pool, he was ready to collapse from the effort. His limbs were shaking and he was quickly losing strength. Stepping into the cool and refreshing water you helped Dawn lower his brother into the bathing pool, careful to make sure his IV arm rested on the ledge to keep dry. Day exhaled a loud sigh of welcome relief as the cool tide of the bath touched his skin. Looking down, you realized his pants still had to be removed. If there was any chance that this worked, his entire body from the chest down would need to be exposed to the cooler temperature of the water. 

"Empire, with your permission I'm going to need to remove the rest of your clothes for this to work," you asked timidly. He responded with a slow nod and weakly raised two fingers in approval. You took a deep breath and reached under the water, searching for the clasp to his pants. Finding it, you undid the hook of the clasp and the rest of the buttons lining the opening.  For a brief moment you closed your eyes, and mentally prepared yourself. Then, carefully, you took hold of the waist bands of his pants and undergarments and began to pull them down. He was seated on a concrete bench under the water that bordered the pool, making the back of his pants difficult to remove. Knowing you had to get a little bit closer than you were comfortable with, once again you took a deep breath. You halfway straddled him and reached behind to the small of his back to the back seam of his pants. Once you got a good hold, you tugged down. Regrettably, you had to lift him slightly from his hind quarters to fully remove the fabric. You paused only for a second and felt the toned muscles under your fingertips as they slid across the soft skin of his gluteus muscles. The fabric easily slid down to his knees. Closing your eyes, you went under the water to remove the pants the rest of the way. Thankfully, they quickly floated to the surface of the water. 

Day gave a deep sigh of happy relief as the rest of his body was exposed to the cool refreshing liquid of the bath. He instantly relaxed and started slipping under the water partially. You waded over and sat in place next to him, supporting his weight with your shoulder to keep him upright. While he breathed, small quiet  moans of relief occasionally came from his lips. Dawn, who was also in the water, sat next to his brother on the other side. He looked over at you, a more relaxed expression visible on his face. 

"Is this going to work?" he asked, in a soft voice. 

"We won't know right away. It will take a few minutes for his body to fully respond to the temperature change," you explained, "I do have an aloe solution in my bag if you want to grab that, it is a cooling agent."

Dawn carefully stepped out of the pool and went to fetch the aloe. As he did, you glanced down at the clear water below. As the ripples settled, you caught a quick glimpse of the emperor's groin. Surprisingly, he was well-endowed and a great deal larger than you had expected. Realizing that you were staring longer than was appropriate, you shook your head and quickly looked away. Dawn returned and handed you the bottle of aloe solution and a towel. Folding the towel into a neat rectangle you placed it on your shoulder, allowing Day's head to rest comfortably. Taking some of the aloe oil in your hand you began to tenderly apply some to the emperor's forehead. Thankfully, his body began to shiver a little bit but you kept his head steady on your shoulder. You could hear his teeth chatter together as he continued to shake. He moaned softly to himself, clearly uncomfortable. Holding him in place, you rested your cheek on top of his head to provide some support. 

"Easy, easy, Empire...your body is starting to cool down, shivering is just a side effect," you said softly into his ear. Dawn was still sitting on the other side of his brother, keeping the arm with the IV attached out of the water. 

"So, it's working? Is he going to be ok?" Dawn asked, a small smile on his face. 

"Yes. Shivering is a positive response and the one I was hoping for. I believe after this, your brother will be on the mend," you answered, gently cradling Day's head in your hand as he endured the temperature drop. 

"You were amazing, Doctor! I've never seen a physician as dedicated as you are," said Dawn, praising you for your efforts. 

"Most of this was trial and error, but I am very pleased with the outcome," you replied, motioning for him to grab one of the large towels by the edge of the bath," we'll need to get him out of the water soon after his shivering improves to avoid the possibility of shock to the body."

 Day became more awake and aware than he was previously and looked up at you, still shivering. He seemed perfectly comfortable with you sitting there, his entire body exposed to you. 

"Are you ready to try and stand up? We have some clean clothes waiting for you. Dawn can help you dress while I arrange for fresh linen," you said, preparing to help him stand. He nodded and slowly stood, limbs still a tad weak from the fever. He supported most of his own weight but still used you as a source of balance and security. As you both climbed the small stairs out of the bathing pool, you grabbed the scanner that had slid close to the bath's edge when you had thrown it earlier. Once Dawn got to you, he quickly helped his brother dry off while you scanned his forehead. To your relief, the fever had gone down to 99°F, and you sighed happily and laughed. 

"Did it work?!" Dawn asked excitedly, wrapping the towel around the Emperor's waist.

"It did indeed. It's truly a miracle that he's survived this. He still has a low grade fever but his body can manage this until it breaks completely," you explained, helping Dawn walk Day to a large chair near the bed. Quickly, you found clean bedding to replace the sweat soaked sheets and tossed them to the floor. Making the bed, you looked over at Day, slightly slouched over in the chair as his younger brother tended to him. He was still weak but much more lively than earlier today. Once the bed was made and Day was dressed in new lounging pants, you helped Dawn assist him back to bed. When the three of you sat, the emperor turned his head and glanced over at you. A timid smile formed at the corner of his mouth, as if to say thank you. You returned a smile and nodded in response. Gently, you supported his back as he lay down in the freshly made bed. He sighed a long exhale of relaxed relief and lay there looking up at you, eyes half open. 

You reattached the lead to his fluid line and allowed the solution to drip into the IV, continuing his hydration therapy. His breathing was slow and normal again and you felt a huge sense of relief. 

"Well done, Empire. Well done," you said as you took one of his hands in yours. He squeezed it gently and held on, wrapping his fingers around the back of your hand. You grabbed a new damp cloth and placed it on his forehead. You made eye contact with him again and smiled proudly at what a feat his body had accomplished. He returned a smile, and let out a small quiet laugh from his throat. Dawn also laughed in response, through tears that ran happily down his face.  He looked at you, glistening eyes full of relief and joy.

"Thank you so much for all you've done...I don't know what I would have done if I lost him today. You are truly a marvel when it comes to medicine, doctor," he said and threw himself at you in a strong embrace, forcing you to momentarily release your grip on Day's hand. You laughed and happily returned his embrace, with tears welling in your own eyes. 

"You are most welcome, Empire. I am honored to have been of service to you and your brothers. But I think it's time you went and got some rest. It's been a long tumultuous few hours," you advised, placing your hands on his shoulders. He nodded and looped his metal amulet back around his wrist before leaving the room. 

"You can come and visit him tomorrow morning, I promise. I'll keep watch over him tonight," you said and watched as he left the room. Turning your attention back to Day, you took a hold of his hand and watched him fall asleep, waiting for his fever to break. Only minutes passed after he fell into a deep sleep when your own eyes became heavy and you drifted off, resting your head in your arms at the side of the bed. 

As soon as you fell asleep, it seemed like the warmth of the sun touched your skin as the morning quickly approached. You ignored it and continued to rest. While you did so, you were unaware that Day had awoken before you, his fever broken and gone. He looked down at your exhausted face as you lay there, your mouth open, almost snoring as you breathed. Sitting up, he stretched and relaxed, propping himself up against the pile of pillows supporting his back. His eyes had a tender and concerned look in them, and he smiled, lips almost trembling as if he was about to cry. Reaching across, he softly stroked the loose strands of hair at the side of your head. The sudden sensation woke you and you slowly blinked your eyes in response. Surprised to see him so alert, you sat up quickly in disbelief. 

"You...you've been here this entire time?" he asked, his voice still weak from his illness. 

"The entire night, yes, Empire," you said in response, reaching for your scanner. Placing it up to his forehead you saw the tiny droplets of sweat that had formed. The scanner displayed a green 98.7°F and you grinned. His body had sweat off the rest of the fever on its own. 

"Your temperature is back to normal, a perfect number actually," you said, placing the scanner on the bed. 

"I...I am most grateful for you, doctor," he said, a small tear trailing down the side of his cheek. 

"I was only doing my job, Empire. It was nothing," you replied, drying the sweat from his brow. He gently took a hold of your wrist and looked at you sternly.

"But it wasn't nothing...you saved my life," he said with a somber tone to his voice. He released your wrist and reached the same hand up to the side of your face. His expression changed into a gentle smile. This was different from the demeaning smirks you had seen from him before. It was kind and compassionate, free of intimidation and ill intent. He meant this, and you could feel the sincerity emanating from his face. 

"You are most welcome, Empire," you said, bowing your head in reverence. He removed his hand and placed it at his side, still smiling up at you. You took his hand in yours again and gently stroked the side of his thumb. You had treated so many patients during your career that you had lost count. Many you grew close to, but this was different. You felt a need to be beside him, a quiet commitment to his well-being. Despite his sadistic treatment of you before, something had shifted within both of you. Perhaps this man of power wasn't so menacing and devious as you had originally thought. He had a hidden kindness you had never seen come to the surface and you felt a connection with him as you held his hand. No matter how you tried, you could not explain it. 

"We'll need to wean you off of these fluids. How about we get you some real food to eat?"  you asked, tilting your head to the side. 

"I think I'm up for it," he said, an even larger smile forming on his face,"as long as you're staying here with me."

"Of course, Empire. I never leave my patients," you said with a laugh and grabbed the small intercom to send for his meal, "perhaps we should tell your brothers the good news? I'm sure they'd love to see you."

"Of course," he said in response, and laid back into the pile of pillows at the head of his bed. He kept one of your hands in his palm and laced his fingers in-between yours. He slowly drifted off, his head turned sideways as he fell asleep, a satisfied grin formed across his lips. 

[ladyhindsight]

Hi! So I'm re-reading TMI these days and can't help but feel for you anytime I stumble upon something frustating or laugh when a limb is having a life of its own lol. I don't know much about editing or the quality of the writing in general because I'm not a native english speaker so reading in english kinda makes it better, if that makes sense (even tho I now notice things thanks to your blog, and let me tell you, I had the displeasure to read a small part of the translation in french and it is so much worse that I'm fine with not getting how shitty CC's writing truly is) but omg I want to facepalm so often… Particularly now that I'm almost done with CoFA and I can see so clearly the influence of TID in it. Like in one of the first three books, when Valentine killed the Silent Brothers to get the Soul Sword, everyone insist they were ALL dead (which was stupid) but now some Brothers were away at the time so no worry, Jem is well and alive! Or Luke and Magnus could always get into the NY institute, but Simon had to stay outside because he's a vampire but now there is a sanctuary they never thought about using before because it was "out of fashion" (sure Jane) and they suddenly remember it exists! Poor Simon, knowing they could have hang out with him there all along but wouldn't bother to just think about that big room standing in front of their eyes. I was also very frustrated with the fact that no one seems to care what Valentine was doing for the last seven years after giving Jace to the Lightwoods and before coming back in CoB (yes, we do kind of find out at some point that he was probably hiding in Hodge's cabin or farm or whatever but why no one ever WONDER at least to themselves where he was?). There is also, of course, all the BS with Malec in general plus the fact that it makes no sense anyway with The Red Scrolls of Magic, but this is too painful for me to even think about. Nothing makes sense, really, as if we all knew those books better than the person who wrote them, can you imagine? I could go on for hours but I won't, I just needed to rant for a second and I felt so sorry for you who go so much deeper into that hell hole for your wonderful blog that I love. So kudos, stay strong and I can't wait to read your next post! (and sorry if this makes no sense, as I said I'm french and we all know french people can't speak english).

Hi! Thank you for the love, it means a lot. 🥰😊 I am slowly working towards the next post.

When I go through Clare’s writing, more often than before I have to just stop and think whether some things in the text are worth pointing out, because at this point stuff just begins to repeat itself a lot. Like noted in the previous message, Clare’s writing has barely improved in the course of 15+ books. I’ve made a PDF file of City of Bones with bunch of footnotes that never really made it to the blog, but the content of those notes apply to the following installments as well because of that repetition of writing mistakes, weird or weak sentence structures, choice of words, story structure, plot etc. And sometimes my opinions are just made of weird noises and frustration that I can’t put into words. 😂

Clare adding these new elements to the Shadowhunter world really show how little thought went into it in the beginning of the series. I was originally so confused when I read CoFA for the first time ever because I truly thought Valentine had killed every Silent Brother there was previous to that, and why wouldn’t we think that? It is exactly how the writing presented the case. The first three books of The Mortal Instruments feel so disjointed from everything else that came afterwards, because the world started getting bigger after them but none of those new elements were present in them (obviously they couldn’t have been, but you know). Jem as a character did not exist before Tessa appeared at the end of City of Glass to herald a prequel series. Similarly how Jace probably wasn’t Herondale when City of Bones was written. His scar appeared first in CoA, and then it was relevant for Imogen to notice it. Not that it had been an essential part of his character before the plot demanded it.

Similarly this case with Simon and the Institute Sanctuaries. In the original TMI trilogy the vampires appeared through Projections. There wasn’t such facilities mentioned before that. Clare just added things as she went along. Similarly to this, the Shadow Markets and the Scholomance. Imagine how bigger the world had been if there was even a mention of these places in the first three books? Especially since everyone has been visiting the Shadow Markets, like, always if GotSM is anything to go by. But there is that absence because, again, none of these concept existed, and retroactively writing stories about how, for instance, Jace as a kid went to a Shadow Market does not bring that same magic to the original trilogy where such concept is unheard of.

In Born to Endless Night the Sanctuaries are rendered effectively useless when Magnus’ magic can give Lily an access to wander the halls of the Institute. Aside from other grievances with that story, Clare effectively broke the rules of her own world to make it easier for Lily to be present in the party instead of writing them having a party elsewhere where Lily as a vampire could safely attend, and without this rule-bending as a surplus.

Valentine’s whereabouts, like you said, well he just kept training Sebastian and that’s about it. Every character never really thought about it more or questioned why he waited seven more years to finally resurface. Most things were just taken by face value. The first three books especially were really half-cooked, if even that, when they were published.