#im sorry to tag you love but if you could help spread this around i would greatly appreciate it

[theequeersdeservebetter]

I am so fucking angry.

Oklahoma has passed an anti-trans bill forcing people under the age of 25 to stop with gender confirmation, ie trans women have to stop taking estrogen and vice versa.

This is going through the trans community and is being discussed. Good. But there's more to know.

I am from Oklahoma. I am living in Oklahoma.

The bill passed because "protection of the kids".

They do not care about your kids

The legal age of an adult is 18. To enlist you must be 17 with consent of an adult, and 18 without. Now, you must be 25 to get gender affirming care. The drinking age is 21.

The consent age is 16.

Oklahoman youth can legally have sex with anyone their age or older, regardless of how old they may be.

We are not considered old enough to be an adult, but we can consent. Which makes it that much easier to get away with awful things.

I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to help this. But please, spread this around.

If anyone has any information on ways to actively fight against this, please do so.

[always-just-red]

hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:’) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.

but then it’s starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.

maybe one day she’s doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :’)

feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.

Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! 🥰

Technical Difficulties

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.

Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!

Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first… That you should first… What?

Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, wait— are you supposed to try to contact support, first?

You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. It’s too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy halo— stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. They’re supposed to be helpful, but they’re not; they’re drowning you.

Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:

Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx

Shit. You’d completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. You’ve got time to look over it; the exam isn’t for another two days. Breathe, ok? You have time.

Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests you’d applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadn’t sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:

Thanks for saying you’d look over this for me! You’re the best at this stuff!

Ok, so: Tara’s practice question. Nero’s report. Your own practice questions. Then… dinner? Maybe that should come first. You’d skipped lunch— had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you don’t wanna cook; cooking takes time, and you’ve got none. None.

Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?

“Hi,” you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, you’re opening up Tara’s attachment.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Always straight to the point. “Uh… yeah?” you frown as you read through your friend’s work. “Why? What d’you need?”

Sylus sighs through the phone. “That was a test, sweetie. You failed.”

“Yeah, well…” you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. “Add it to the list.”

The man doesn’t find that funny. The phone is quiet— too quiet. “Are you alright?” he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.

“Mmhmm.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Sylus.”

You stare down at your phone. He’s waiting for more, but you won’t give it to him. You’re one word away from slipping, and you can’t let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. He’s smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would ‘ruin’ his image when you took it last week.  

“I need to go, ok?” Your eyes are shining.

“Ok,” he says softly.

There’s a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??

You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.

…

You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your window’s turned dark— your laptop, too— and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. There’s more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.

You hadn’t left any lights on in your flat. You hadn’t switched on your lamp, either.

Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. There’s something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. No— two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.

Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.

Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.

At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. “You flatter me, kitten,” he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.

You lower your gun, your heart still racing. “I could have killed you, Sylus!”

“That’s the spirit.” His hands drop, too.

“How did you even get in here?”

He’s turned back to the stove, and he’s using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. “Hmm…” he muses, then blink— he’s gone. He’s at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. “I wonder,” he finishes as he reaches around for something.

Show off. “You know how I feel about you telepor…” No. “Phas…” No. “Magic…king…?” By now he’s watching you over his shoulder. “You know— that thing you do.” You’re twinkling your fingers. “What do you even call that?”

“Magicking, yeah.”

You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where he’s cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. You’re still coming to terms with the fact he’s even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because he’s wearing your apron. It’s too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.

“You know how I feel about you magicking into my home,” you mutter distractedly, because actually? He’s kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. “Use the door like a regular person, you psychopath.”  

“Where’s the fun in that?” He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think he’s toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesn’t, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. “Mephisto saw you were sleeping. I didn’t wish to disturb you. You sounded… tired. On the phone.”

Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. “Is that why you’re here? Playing housewife?” You pick at a frill on the apron.

“Poke fun all you want,” he sneers. “This shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.”

“Snob.”

“Ha.” You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. “Watch yourself, sweetie. I’ll remember that the next time you ask to ‘borrow’ my card.”

You laugh gently. Now that’s a threat. You’re about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and you’re back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. He’s been texting you, too.

Nero’s yelling at me

Wants to talk to U

Can U pick up? Pls?

It’s one report, for gods’ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but it’s probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; you’ll just send it as it is. “I’ll just be a minute, Sy,” you call out. “Need to finish one thing.”

He mumbles something in response, and you imagine it’s for the best you can’t hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be… here. You attach it. Hit send.

Nothing happens.

Huh. You hit send again. Then again— still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. “Oh, come on,” you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.

With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.

“No, no, no, no,” you plead quietly, but it doesn’t cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. “What?” you hiss.

“Whoa. Hi…?” Xavier’s voice is cautious. “I don’t know if you saw my texts, but Nero—”

“The report, Xavier! I know! I know!” You try holding down your laptop’s power button. “I’m trying to send it, but my shitty computer won’t—”

“No way!” Tara’s voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? “Hey you! Did you get a chance to—”

“No, ok?!” you practically cry out. “No! Can you two just back off? Please!”

“Oh, sorry, I…” Tara sounds upset, then distracted. “Wait, Xavier wants to speak to you.”

“Are you ok?” he asks after a second.

Ok? You just want everything to stop. “I’m fine. Shit, tell Tara I’m sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just… I just need my laptop to…”

Work. Work! Nothing’s working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you can’t stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.

You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look there’s something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You can’t. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.

Xavier is speaking— saying something over the phone— but you can’t hear him.

The light changes, and there’s a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. “They’ll call you back,” the shadow says. Sylus.

“Wait, who is this?” Xavier.

“That’s Skye!” Tara.

Your friends’ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than you’ve ever seen them. “Come on, sweetie,” he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.

You understand what he’s asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where he’s been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.

With your face buried in his shoulder, you can’t tell where he’s taking you, and you don’t care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you can’t with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.

Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. He’s away from you for a moment— moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stove— but then he’s back, standing between your legs, standing close. You’re looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.

He shushes you without a hint of impatience. “Look at me,” he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleeves— drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You do— you tell him everything. The hunter’s exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols you’ve been signing up for. The work you’ve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.

Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when you’re done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. “Oh, sweetie.” A tendril is tucked behind your ear. “You should have said something.”

“I know.” Your gaze is still shy of his. “But how can I? I need to do this— be this— for everyone.”

His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. “You’re just one person,” he says. “You— just you— and that’s all you need to be. You’re stubborn, and strong, but you’re not invincible. Even Linkon’s shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.”

“Even you?” you snivel, setting him up for a quip.  

Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. “Even me.”

It’s hard to believe when he’s staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except… his hair is slightly dishevelled from where he’s been working away in the heat. There’s a damp patch on his shirt. He’s wearing your pink apron, and there’s mascara on his sleeves.

Then there’s the way he’s looking at you.

It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. “You do a lot for your friends,” he continues with confidence, but he’s rubbing his neck, “and they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. It’s only fair.”

“You’re right.”

“…Good.”

Perhaps it’s the fact you’ve vaguely composed yourself— or the way you’re watching him like you’re seeing something new— but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.

“You’re too soft, kitten,” he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until you’re glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. “How many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.”

There’s quiet for all of a second. He can’t help correcting: “Well, except me, of course.” The apron’s crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. “Any time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.”

Your mouth curls, but you haven’t quite got it in you to laugh— not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal he’s cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody he’s attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.

You chuckle to yourself.

And you can’t see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.

[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒01 / 10﹒02

꒰ —♡ B R E E D I N G ﹒ PART 1 ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! ayato, xiao, diluc, kuronushi x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! breeding obviously, shibari, some anal, cum overflow :0, overstimulation, praising, think that's all + VERY SHORT HELP

NOTE ! like only one of these were proofread LMAO anyway~ splitting this into 2 because i couldn't make the time to finish all 8 of the characters 😭 + THANK YOU FOR 700?!?!?! + sorry to those i couldn't tag :( and for posting this late omg

event taglist— @yukiitaooo @scara6 @peakalatus @kanaedd @returningluv @im-the-ruler-here @scarafixation @kateybuggi @hanni7 @asimpforpeople @ju1yyyzzz @saturnsapothecary @alexiassleeping @cheeze-noo @supercoolusernameomg @shining_dhei @uchihaeirin @black-rxse @3herri-berri @anon-eu @gojoswife201 @abeitriz @chlebek1 @mechanical-lily @breadybuu @dawning-bliss @poisonedmoonl1ght @scaraismybbgreal @nothingfuninthislife @hellithides @eunchaeluvr @doumastip @pandash @cuntz0ne @zomzomb1e @bitchylillyrose @apocalypticchimera @wolfiafan10 @zxdksimpo

—KAMISATO AYATO

he's a very family oriented man, you're well aware of that, so of course it's no surprise that breeding is one of the commissioner's top kinks. even just the mere thought of filling up your cute little cunt with his seed is enough to drive him insane.

"you're gonna give me an heir, yeah? right, my love?" ayato seductively whispered into your ear as you tiredly nod your head in approval. he has been pounding into you nonstop for the past 2 hours or so, filling you up with his cum over and over again, making sure that it'll reach your womb. "you feel so good~ this is your reward for being such a good girl for me, so take it. take it all~" his thrusts begin to quicken, urging yet another orgasm for him and yourself before grabbing your ankles to bring your legs over onto his shoulders; allowing him to push his dick even deeper than it was already reaching previously.

"fuck—i'm sorry for pushing your limits, sweetheart, but i won't waste my chance in finally getting to breed you real nice~"

—XIAO

him being a yaksha and practically spending his whole life fighting; xiao never really got to know or experience much when it comes to intimacy. but god, the moment you stepped into his life, it became the thing he couldn't live without.

"o-one more, please..." he groans out, thrusting deep into you at a slow pace, his tip kissing at your cervix ever so slightly. your whimpers and pleas falling onto deaf ears as his gaze was fixated on the way your thighs trembled under his touch as his hands kept your legs spread wide just for him, drunk on the sight of his cock disappearing within your warmth with each buck of his hips. an obvious squelching sound could be heard along with the mix of your fluids overflowing from the sides, "if i pull out, it'll all go to waste, won't it?" xiao mutters out, pulling back until only the head of his cum coated cock remained, just to slam back inside and have you scream his name for the nth time that evening.

"this won't be enough, baby... need to fill you up some more~"

—DILUC RAGNVINDR

trust me when i say that breeding is one of his top kinks, probably around the top 3, i'm sure of it :3 he just adores how pretty you look taking every single drop of his seed; the way you look so perfectly fucked out is enough to bring another feeling of euphoria to him.

"m-my love, so pretty~" diluc's eyes were focused on your trembling figure beneath him, cunt already completely full of his cum yet he's still pumping more and more inside for 'good measure' as per his words. "i know you're tired, i'm sorry—you feel too good for me to... pull out-ah~" the sensitive head of his cock kissed all the deepest parts of you with ease; giving you so much more pleasure, along with the way he was constantly pushing his cum back inside further.

"...so perfect for me, my good girl~"

—KURONUSHI

shibari. his specialty, his favorite. he decided to try a new position instead of the usual mating press you two did; having you situated on the bed with your ass up and face buried in the pillows while your wrists were bound by a red ribbon behind your back.

"that's it, keep moaning for me like that~" kuronushi coos, hips slamming against your body as his cock thrusted in and out of your ass at a steady rhythm, fingers rubbing roughly at your swollen clit, continuing to drive you over the edge. "fuck—your voice truly is the best instrument~ and your moans... the most majestic melody i've ever heard~" he says in between uneven breaths before finally cumming inside you, abruptly pulling out and pushing into your already filled to the brim cunt, a dark chuckle escaping his lips upon hearing you moan at the sudden entrance.

"just made sure to fill up both of your holes, love~"

[jinuaei]

Dude, you could make a drunken alastor with the reader, what would it be like? And what would happen?

(( I saw a short on YouTube of an animation, I thought it was so funny... I wanted to see a fanfic about it...

If you're curious: https://youtube.com/shorts/ZN2PBs-RsVM?si=12BtCleXiCO7BWkU ))

So I basically mixed both of these asks into one fic, sorry if its not what you wanted its 3 am and I don't know what im doing kk love yall byeeee. been a while since I wrote so please be kind

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Warning: Kind of yandere? tagging just in case, BAD ACCENT WRITING, kissing!, Drunk alastor

Alastor is a heavyweight when it comes to drinking, but still, his tolerance to strong alcohol is no match to the king of hell himself. The bottles that surround the both of them shine under the lights of the hotel, empty as the red eyes staring at the wall behind Husk. Which is rather concerning as the owner of said eyes is the loser of the impromptu drinking game, started by the loser himself.

Alastor has been taking big Ls tonight huh. Not only did he lose his own game with the king of hell, he’s also getting clowned on by his enemy. Speaking of, Lucifer is now gloating in front of Alastor about how ‘he’s better’ and ‘you thought you could defeat THE KING OF HELL???’, while the recipient is still mindlessly staring at the display bottles of the bar.

Concerned, you walk up to him with hesitation, not wanting to trigger the hunting instincts he has displayed every time you are around. He has always pursued you not in a romantic sense, at least you think so, but more of a predatory sense. Everytime you walk into the room, his head always snaps to your direction, the smile on his face spreading wider and the horns growing the closer you get. At first you would just ignore the ever growing static emitting from him, the fear of getting mauled and eaten by him increasing with the volume of the radio waves. 

The intimidating display of his horns always amp up too whenever the other men of the hotel try to talk to you, or just even approaching your general vicinity. The headaches that you leave with always render you unable to do anything for the rest of the day. But with how constantly he’s been threatening the whole room with his power and presence, it’s no wonder you’ve been trying to avoid him everytime you just even feel the shift of static in the air. You’d rather not be MIA just because Alastor’s radio waves make you ill.

However, when you’re with the girls, his presence becomes pleasant, the sharp noise turning into a sweet jazz song that calms your nerves. During those times, you find yourself appreciating his presence. When you talk to Charlie or Nifty, he likes to cozy up right next to you, butting into the conversation, and when either of them ask for help, he tries to include you into the task, even when you are not needed. For Vaggie though, he still does stand next to you but you guess that his face is not as pleasant as when you talk to the other girls as Vaggie always glares at him when tries to speak. Nonetheless, the girls are always treated better than the boys.

Onto the current task, you wave a hand in front of him, still hesitant as Lucifer is still trying to provoke the Radio Demon. Thankfully Charlie managed to drag him away from the bar, talking about how his father is also drunk. With the unsuccessful attempt of catching his attention, you instead call out his name. In response, his head snaps to you with a painful noise that sounds like his neck breaking.

“Are you good Alastor…?,” his stare is still there but it looks more focused compared to the past 20 minutes.

You wait for him to respond, or at least for his brain to work again. Alastor blinks slowly, his smile growing bigger as his eyes finally focus on yours. The empty gaze turns soft and sitting before you is Alastor not as the Radio Demon, but his truest most pure self. And now that you think about it, you don’t hear the faint hum of the radio coming out from him, it was pure silence. That is until he finally speaks to you.

“Hello sha…”

Your breath hitches. 

You did not expect the cajun accent that came out of his mouth, and by God was it hot. It took you longer than you wanted to respond, the sheer change of his usual accent surprising you.  And the surprise must be obvious on your face as Alastor chuckles at your bafflement. 

“Why, what’s wrong dear…?”

He speaks slowly, slurring some of his words, but the accent is still thick on his tongue.

“Nothing, it’s just… how are you? You’ve been staring at the wall ever since you lost to Lucifer.”

“Hm… Nothin’, just thinkin’.”

“Thinking about what?”

“You.”

He purrs, the half lidded stare directed at you burns your body hot. It was nearly impossible to look away from him, but luckily he moved first, perching his head onto his crossed arms, looking adorably tired.

“So uh.. You drink whiskey huh?,” you fumbled, pointing to the various bottles that surrounded him.

He nods, still burrowed in his arms. The others are starting to retreat to their rooms, waving a goodnight to the people left in the lobby, which was you, Alastor and Husk, who is now starting to clean up the bar.

“You know, I haven’t tried whiskey yet.”

Alastor raises his head to look at you, mouth slightly opened as if to display his disbelief to your lack of taste. 

“Well, surely you have to try at least once!”

Husk was only minding his business, cleaning up the bottles on the table when Alastor yanks his arm and pulls him to demand a bottle of whiskey. The cat demon's face scrunched up, and he looks at you with a ‘are you fucking for real’ face, you can only smile sheepishly back. Being given no choice, he complies to Alastors demand, grumbling about wanting to sleep but needing to still clean up after you both. Feeling pity, you volunteer to do his work and let him go to bed, he eagerly agrees and practically books it upstairs. 

The demon left with you shows off the bottle he acquired, popping off the cap with a flourish. You try to find a glass to drink out of but Alastor had another idea. He drinks out from the bottle and before you can ask him to stop, he grips the back of your head and kisses you.

Your eyes widen, freezing in your seat in shock and awe. His hand moves under your chin and his thumb trails up to hook it through your lips and pulls open your mouth. The whiskey from his mouth transfers to yours, burning as you gulp it down your throat. He finally pulled away when there was no more whiskey left to transfer.

“Well, what do you think? Do you like it?”

The dopey smile on his face is impossible to ignore, he looks so pleased yet still so hungry, but the ever so gentleman still waits for your reaction.

Honestly, you don’t know if you liked the whiskey but you really, really, really liked the kiss.

“Yeah! Yeah, I liked it.”

“That's good! I’m glad my deer also likes the stuff that I like. Haha! Here, have some more!”

He nudges the bottles to you, but since it's midnight and you’d rather not have a hangover by the morning. So you refused, and he full on pouted, pouted! And he looked so sad too, his ears flattened and everything! 

You couldn’t bear to see him that sad, even though it’s actually terrifying seeing the Radio Demon, acting like a dejected puppy. So you came up with a solution to both of your problems.

Gingerly holding his cheek, your hands carefully pull his face to yours, his gaze curious but willing. You bit your lip before kissing him lightly, unsure of whether it’s okay or not to do this to the predator that has been haunting your days. The same predator who's now reduced to putty in your hands, eagerly kissing you back with vigour. He tastes of whiskey, which was what you were finding for, and slightly of blood, maybe his meal from earlier that night.

You pull away from him when you start to lose air from the kiss, he complies, his face dazed and the blush from the kiss spreads across his face. Catching your breath, you see Alastor move closer to you, he moves his face to your neck, sniffing it deeply.

“What are you doing…?”

“I’ve been waitin’ for you to accept me for so long...You don’t understand how long I’ve longed for you sha… To become mine,” he starts to ramble, the cajun accent still thick, and only getting thicker the lower his voice gets. His hands start to roam around your body, gripping your waist tight as he pulls you close to him, he would have pulled you onto his lap if you haven’t stood your ground.

“Oh… how I wanted to rip those damned men that try to take you away from me, ‘specially that cursed sorry excuse of a father, Charlie would be soooo much better taken care of by you n’ me. Nifty already thinks of you as her parent, to which of course I wholly agree with. You’d make a perfect parent sha.”

You stay silent as his whole body is now fully leaned against you. 

“I like helpin’ you out n’ Nifty, makes me feel like a proud father n’ a good husband… Ohhhh, i’d love to be your husband.”

“Sometimes, I like to follow you around to protect you from those disgustin’ dogs tryin’ to steal you away from me.”

What the fuck is happening? You thought this man hated your guts and only wanted to fuck with you for fun, but not like this. Yeah the kiss wasn’t good either but you only wanted to do it for bragging rights, like who could say they kissed the Radio Demon?? Oooh, Vox would have your head if he knew about this, that tv head of his and his weird obsession with Alastor. 

“Would you like to be mine sha?,” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his face now planted on your chest as his face nuzzles on it, you can see movement under his coat but you ignore it in favour of looking at him.

“Well… uh…”

“Please…? Please be mine…”

He moves his face close to you again, his breath tickling your lips, tempting you to kiss him again. Your response gets stuck on the tip of your tongue, but luckily, you don’t have to respond as his body flops onto yours, his weight fully on top of you. You can hear his leveled breathing as he dozed off, cradled against your neck, a sign of him now being asleep.

Well shit. You’d have to drag this 7 foot deer up his room, and you pray that he doesn’t remember anything from tonight.

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, Dr Veritas Ratio (my pookie), Jing Yuan and Jiaoqiu with a really cozy lover who loves to make them cute food? Like they pack them little bento lunchboxes with cute designs and wake up super early to make it for them so they can take it to work, they take them out on picnics as a weekly date and stuff, maybe they're into crochet and crafts or something, sorry this is so self indulgent 😞 i just wanna make these boys something yummy, tis what i had in mind about the food omg this is so long im so sorry

(All art by @/eggbuttertoast on insta btw go check them out)

“You are the best thing, that ever happened to me”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Comfort, Picnic Dates, Domestic Moments, Caring Relationships.

A/N: DON'T WORRY!! I TOTALLY GET YOU!! 🤭 I'M OBSESSED WITH THOSE CUTE BENTO BOXES!! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!! 🫶💖

Aventurine was no stranger to indulgence. Life was a gamble, and he played it with style and cunning, always chasing the next high-stakes thrill. Yet, as he strolled into his office at the IPC’s Strategic Investment Department, today’s highlight wasn’t a lucrative deal or a cunning scheme—it was the bento box you had lovingly prepared for him.

You’d been up since dawn, crafting an intricate lunch. Inside the box were bite-sized sandwiches shaped like playing cards, each adorned with edible glitter and tiny suit symbols cut from vegetables. A roulette wheel of fruits sat in the center, with a gold-painted chocolate coin at its hub.

When Aventurine opened the box, his eyes lit up. "My, my," he murmured, admiring the effort. “You’ve truly outdone yourself, darling. How am I supposed to focus on work after such a masterpiece?”

He loved how you infused warmth into his otherwise calculated world. It wasn’t just the food but the care and thought you put into every detail. Every Friday, you insisted on a picnic, dragging him away from the chaos of his work.

Today, you’d set up a cozy spread under the shade of a towering tree. You crocheted a new blanket for the occasion, its patterns inspired by roulette wheels and peacock feathers—a nod to his unique style. Aventurine leaned back, his hat tilted over his eyes, a rare moment of vulnerability.

“You spoil me.” he said, watching you unpack.

“That’s the idea.” you teased, placing a cookie in his hand.

Aventurine smirked. For all his charisma and confidence, he found himself marveling at how you could make even a gambler like him feel safe, cherished, and loved.

Ratio had always prided himself on precision, intellect, and order. Yet, as he peered into the meticulously crafted bento box you had left on his desk, he couldn’t help but smile. The rice was shaped into an owl, its wings made from thinly sliced seaweed. Around it, neatly arranged vegetables and protein formed an edible diorama of his Intelligentsia Guild office.

When you greeted him later that evening, Ratio’s tone was teasing but fond. “Do you think a brilliant mind like mine requires sustenance shaped like birds to function?”

“Maybe not,” you replied, grinning. “But even geniuses deserve to feel loved.”

Ratio adjusted his glasses, feigning exasperation, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed him. Your weekly picnics were another tradition he secretly adored. He admired your crocheted blankets and little crafts, treasures you’d offer him with shy excitement.

Today’s picnic was at a quiet park, where you’d prepared another feast. As he lay beside you, Ratio spoke softly, breaking the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone uncharacteristically gentle, “you’ve done what even the greatest minds of the Guild could not—bring balance to my chaotic thoughts.”

Jing Yuan, the so-called "Dozing General," had a knack for finding peace amid the chaos of his duties. But nothing soothed him more than the love you poured into his bento boxes.

The moment he opened today’s lunch, a fond chuckle escaped his lips. A lion cub, shaped from rice and adorned with omelet details, stared back at him. Around it, a battlefield of sausages and broccoli seemed to depict one of his strategic victories.

When you picked him up for your weekly picnic, his eyes softened as he took in the sight of you carrying yet another crocheted blanket. This time, it bore a swirling pattern inspired by the Cloud Knights’ insignia.

You spread the blanket under the cherry blossoms, unpacking the food with care. Jing Yuan leaned back, his long hair catching the sunlight. “You’ve truly turned even a General’s life into a dream.” he murmured.

“Good,” you replied, nudging him. “Because you deserve every bit of it.”

Jiaoqiu couldn’t see your creations, but he could feel the care in every bite. Despite his blindness, he often remarked how your lunches seemed to brighten his world.

Today’s bento box was no exception. You’d spent hours crafting it—a flower garden of colorful ingredients, each carefully arranged. When Jiaoqiu ran his fingers over the edge of the box, he smiled.

“I can tell you woke up early for this.” he teased, his voice warm and melodic.

“Of course,” you said, guiding his hands to the first bite. “I want you to feel loved, even when I’m not there.”

Your weekly picnics were his favorite. Though he couldn’t see the landscapes, you described every detail—the way the sun dappled through the leaves, the soft hues of the sky. He sat beside you, tail swishing contentedly as you crocheted a new blanket.

“Another masterpiece?” he asked, running his fingers over the textured yarn.

You smiled. “I made it with you in mind.”

Jiaoqiu tilted his head, his golden irises sharp even as he kept his eyes closed. “And I carry it with me, just as I carry your love.”

[seraphicsentences]

pleaseee could you write an abby anderson x weather girl reader where they’re at the WLF base and abby catches reader staring at her hehehe

IM SORRY FOR TAKING 100 YEARS TO WRITE THIS AND THEN DELIVERING THIS MID ASS PIECE. i do hope you enjoy though i love you babe 😚😚

tags: abby anderson x reader, abby anderson x weather girl, EXHIBITIONISM, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), kinda mean abby anderson? idk man, the whole WLF base is probably a lil traumatized

AN: thank you to @insanermin and @f3mme-f4tale for reviewing this for me i’m endlessly grateful for the two of you bless your beautiful souls. credits to my favorite girl for helping me come up with what to write for this request. i love youuuu

it was the crack of dawn, sun just barely peeking its way over the tops of WLF’s buildings, yet the heat was unbearable.

“83 fucking degrees Fahrenheit, jesus christ,” you muttered to yourself, checking the stationed thermometers posted around the perimeter.

the base was, for the most part, quiet. only few unlucky individuals working mindlessly at their respective morning assignments.

you strolled down your usual path, squinting at the streams of sunlight cast on the side of your face, dancing into your vision.

“hey weather girl,” a voice called from behind.

abby anderson. as if you even needed to turn around to recognize her unmistakable, raspy, teasing tone.

you whipped around, watching intently as abby bent out from under a stock-filled tent, arms filled.

“need some help?” you joked, stifling a giggle that arose when abby dipped abruptly to catch a bag of bait between her teeth.

what you wouldn’t give to be that bag of bait, you bit your lip, eyes trained on abby’s busy mouth.

hmphmpsh abby sarcastically laughed against the plastic, snapping you out of your dirty-minded haze and sending a flush across the back of your neck.

you meet her examining eyes, breath hitching as she squints slightly, a smirk etched into her gaze. embarrassed at the thought of her catching you, you open your mouth in attempt to sway the conversation— but she beats you to it, breaking the stare-down a beat later, spitting the bag out into a small pile on the wood deck.

god, you would let her spit bait into your mouth if she wanted.

“so what’re we at today? it’s gotta be at least 90 out,” abby wipes at her forehead, making small talk as she organizes the rest of the stock.

“try 83. though i wouldn’t be surprised if we do reach 90 once the sun is fully risen,” you reply, raising a hand to block some of pesky rays ruining your god-sent view.

“no fucking waaaay!” abby drags out, astounded. “we are definitely at 90 by now, do you see me? im drenched!”

so am i, you think to yourself.

“trust the expert. your body temperature’s just extra high from physical exertion. whoever put you on for outdoor stock at this hour has it out for you,” you comment, eyes dragging as abby lifts the bottom of her tank to wipe her face, revealing a rather impressive display of rock-solid abdominals.

you catch her gaze, this time her having an eyebrow raised, and immediately look away, the flush on your neck spreading to the tips of your ears. as hard as you tried not to stare, abby wasn’t doing much to help, especially not while decked out in a translucent white tank, black bra beneath a stark contrast, begging for your attention.

abby’s dark green cargos hugged her thighs deliciously, highlighting her thick, defined quads as she shifted about.

lifting a large sealed box of who knows what from one end of the deck to the other, she grunted under the weight, leaving your mind to wander yet again to a different sort of situation where you might find yourself blessed enough to hear that pretty sound.

“yeah, whatever- i’ll tru-trust the expert,” she breathes out, voice strained. strands of her blonde— almost golden in the sun— hair stuck to her face with sweat, which glistened perfectly on her skin, making abby look almost angelic as she crossed into the sun’s direct heat.

“yeah,” you exhaled, at a loss for words under the confines of her entrancing beauty. you stood there a second longer, before suddenly snapping out of your daze, clearing your throat. “i’m, uh, gonna head to the station, i think,” you stuttered, despite your usual propensity for word flow heard throughout the WLF base every morning.

“desperate to get rid of me?” abby faux gasps.

you sputtered at her accusation, “no-no, i-“

“shhhh-shhh, i know honey, i know,” she cuts you off, bitable lips curling up into a half-smirk.

traitorous feet already walking their way towards the radio station, you desperately try to recover from your embarrassment, tripping over your words, “i-you, uh,” you try.

abby twists her head over her shoulder in your direction, cocking it in a way that makes your heart twist in your chest and a pulse thrum between your thighs.

“you can come!” you blurt without a second thought. “with me— i mean, to the station,” you add, trying to clarify.

faced with an jaw-dropped confused-yet beautiful abby anderson, you continue rambling, “it’s indoors! i mean obviously, because of the, um, radio equipment, but you know, you’re probably hot— well you are, but- shit- that’s not what i-“

“okay, okay, okay,” abby bursts out chuckling, which you’d enjoy a whole lot more if it weren’t at your sake, “you don’t have to convince me, sweetheart, i’m already there,” she holds her hands up in surrender.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname, brain racing at a million miles per hour when you catch the sight of abby’s built frame sauntering it’s way over to you, small towel slung lazily over one shoulder, braid swaying slightly with every step.

you swallow harshly at her approach, turning promptly around to lead the way in a brisk pace.

abby laughs to herself as she follows, “aw, don’t run, i want to see your pretty face.”

your face heats at the compliment, before proceeding to flush a nuclear red at another comment she mutters haphazardly under her breath, “though i’m not complaining about my view from here.”

she half jogs to catch up with you, though your supposed speed-walk is no competition for what she’d consider a stroll with her long limbs.

you see her looking-no, ravishing- your figure out the corner of your eye, her tongue pressed to the side of her cheek, as you silently yell at your cheeks to cool themselves down.

your eyes can’t seem to deny themselves such an appeasing view, though, darting to the side to steal a glance at abby’s translucent tank, and your attraction is clear, at least to abby.

“want something, honey?”

you cough in response, choking on the saliva you didn’t even notice gather as a physical response to abby’s presence (me), as the two of you, thankfully, arrive at the station at last.

“ladies first,” you joke, swinging the door open with the backwards weight of your body.

“such a gentlemen,” abby quips back, winking at you as she strolls through the opening.

the pair of you let out a collective sigh at the blast of cold air blowing softly from the studio. it’s a vacant space, but the constant flow of electricity needed to notify the base in the face of an emergency allows it to stay up and running.

you make a beeline to your set-up area, tangled wires running along every side of the desks, hooked up to all sorts of peculiar devices: microphones, barometers, fancy thermometers. abby finds herself surprisingly impressed by the sophisticated knickknacks you mindlessly twist and turn to read, as if flipping through a toddler-level picture book.

“where’d you learn how to work all of this?” she asks.

“stole some books off an old lab,” you reply, shooting her a shy smile, “like to read, i s’ppose.”

across the room, abby rests her elbows on the table behind her, crossing her legs and letting her head drop to one side. “smart girl,” she praises, cheeky smile slipping onto her face.

you bite the fat of your cheek, holding back a grin of your own before turning back to finish jotting down the day’s data into a tattered mini notepad.

you grab a sleek broadcasting mic off one of your shelves, shoving some of the wires aside on the main desk to make room for it to rest, before hooking one of the tinier cables into the mic, and twisting around to find an audio interface to plug the other end into.

“what am i doing here?” abby says all of a sudden, breaking your hustling focus.

you freeze, letting the cable drop as you look down. “i don’t know.”

abby pauses. “let me rephrase,” she strolls over, positioning herself lush behind you. she runs her arms down the sides of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake in spite of it being blisteringly hot out.

“what do you want me to do here?” she rasps by your ear, your head subsequently tilting to feel the heat of her breath on your neck.

“i-i don’t kn-“

“yes you do. just like i know exactly the mess i’ll find under these itty bitty shorts of yours.” she whispers, “you’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.”

a whimper slips out from your lips, head rolling back onto abby’s shoulder as you meet her sharp eyes with your pleading ones. your legs cross, squeezing shut, humiliated by the arousal that had gathered in reaction to, what, a 5 minute conversation with her? how pathetic.

“don’t think i didn’t notice your ogling earlier,” she continues, tracing her big hands lighting across your stomach, feeling your skin rise and fall with your increasingly rapid breaths. “your eyes give you away. i know what’s going on in that pretty little mind up there.”

your lips part as you roll your head further, almost completing a circle. the way you’re faced, you’re breathing desperate huffs directly into abby’s own mouth. she grazes a hand up between your two breasts, hard and pointed from a combination of the room’s dropped temperature and your arousal, then sliding her grip gently around your neck, holding your face close in place.

“you think you can get away with those slutty thoughts of yours? makin’ everyone think you’re such a good innocent girl, but no, you’re just a fucking whore aren’t you? isn’t that right, pretty?” she presses, tsking at your averting gaze.

“eyes on me, honey. you can’t hide. tell me what you really what,” she says into your mouth, lips just barely brushing over your own, the fucking tease.

you pant, eyes glued to her tempting mouth, desperate to close the distance. but you’ve got a job to do, and what’s fun without a bit of teasing? she deserves a taste of her own medicine, the bitch.

“what i really want…” you whisper back, “is to tell the base how fucking hot it is today,” you say at a normal volume, pushing off her back, and finally plugging the mic into the audio interface.

“duty calls!” you joke, trying to calm your racing heart and ignore the dampness between your legs. you hook the final plug into the wall, hearing a whirring that lets you know everything’s ready to go, before stealing a quick glance at abby to see how she’s taking your unexpected change of demeanor.

abby stands frozen in place, mouth gaping, but tweaked into an almost-smile, evidently shocked. your stomach flutters at the hungry look in her green, now nearly black, pupils, roguish thoughts brewing.

you bring a hand to your heart, dropping your jaw to match hers as you shoot a mocking who me? look in her direction paired with a shrug. winking, you turn back to your morning duties and take a seat, tuning in the frequency.

a click of a switch, an automated voice, and that’s all there really is to it. you’re live.

and your heart’s pounding out of your chest.

and though you’re usually hit with the slightest bit of anxiety over the idea of being listened to by every single individual on the very base, that’s not what you’re thinking about. well, not exactly.

“good morning, WLF!” you chirp, standard lines slipping off your tongue with ease, “hope you all had a great night’s rest! i know i sure did. today is august 2nd, 2038, and boy, you guys in for a sweat today! let’s check in with sophie and see what she has to say— sophie, you’re on!”

shaking out a breath, you click a button to tune in a livestream from the second weather station across the base, sophie’s station.

“hey girl, what’s up?” sophie’s cherry voice comes crackling through.

“the usual. wanna tell us how things have been looking on your end?”

“you betcha! good morning WLF, you heard it from our girl yourselves, it is goddamn hot out! my readings say that…” sophie continues, rattling off her collected data in a long, number-filled ramble.

you tune out, waiting for your cue to list your end’s data as you bounce your leg mindlessly up and down.

“oh you’ve really got everyone fooled, huh?” abby drawls behind you. you jump, temporarily forgetting her presence in the midst of your reporting.

you swivel your chair around to her, smiling cheekily as you press a finger to her lips in silence’s universal sign.

oh? abby mouths. we’re still live? she asks.

you nod your head slowly.

“then you’re gonna have to keep quiet for me sweetheart,” she leans in to whisper at a decibel just barely above zero. “unless you want everyone on base to know how much of a slut you are,” she adds, dropping to her knees before you.

“what are you-?!” you whisper hastily, stopping yourself to mutter lowly, “i’m the slut? look who’s on their fucking knees in a fucking radio station.”

she presses a chaste kiss to your thigh, smiling and shhhhing against your skin, mumbling, “shut up and focus. the base depends on you.”

with even just the lightest brush of abby’s buff frame against your knees, your legs fall open, beckoning her between them.

invisible hands to pulling her into your trap.

“abby,” is all you can get out, panting in need of her touch.

“focus, baby.”

she pulls your shorts and underwear down to the floor with a swift tug, smirk haughty as faced with your dripping mess.

“knew it,” she mouths, looking up devilishly at you. keeping your eyes trapped in her hypnotic gaze, she leans in slowly, tongue out, to catch your weeping pussy in a french kiss.

“fuck,” you breathe out, thighs trembling in resistance to clamp her head between them only just to keep her tongue against you.

she makes out sloppily with your folds, hands gripping your waist tightly to lock your body in place, pressing you firm against the chair despite your incessant squirming.

the point of her tongue traces down in a tease, slipping just barely into your pulsing hole to steal a taste of freshly dripped slick, before running it back upwards to firmly press into your neglected clit.

“ah!” you hiss, head thrown to the ceiling as your nails dig into the arms of the chair, hips attempting to buck further into abby’s warm mouth.

“you there, station one? i think the connection’s a bit warbly today,” a crackly voice interrupts your mind fog.

shit. sophie must’ve finished her report by now. you situate yourself up as best as you can— seeing as how abby won’t let go of your hips, or move away for that matter.

“hey sophie, yes i’m here! sorry ‘bout that, i-uh, yeah. there must be something up with the frequency today,” you sputter out.

“no worries! why don’t you go ahead and share your mornings data with us?” she laughs back.

“yeah, yeah, so my rea-fuck-“

you sharply take in a breath, sucking in your teeth. you look down. god, if that isn’t the hottest sight you’ve ever seen.

abby’s looking up through her eyelashes, your arousal smeared across the bottom half of her face, dripping to her chin. she dashes out a tongue to catch the corner of her mouth, smirk wolfish from her mischievous actions. she lifts an eyebrow, matching your prior who me? mock, as if she didn’t just set every nerve ending of your clit alight.

and while you could be absolutely furious with her for fucking with you on live, all you want from her is more.

“everything alright, station 1?”

you jump. “i-sorry- just, uh banged my knee up.” you mean to shoot a scolding look at abby, but just wound it up to be embarrassingly pleading.

she pouts sarcastically, and without breaking eye contact she bows in again to capture your puffy clit between her lips, sucking softly while flicking her tongue over and over again. it’s downright sinful.

“oh!” you whine, right hand darting to tug at abby’s braid, keeping her moving face moving against the place you need her most.

“um, station 1, i can take over if you’d like?”

your face flames. caught up in abby’s dizzying ministrations, your body’s screaming to say yes. yes, as in, yes sophie please fucking take over. and yes, as in, yes abby right there.

and you almost do, say yes to the first one, i mean. but a stinging pinch from abby tips you the other way.

“i, shit, sorry- i mean, yeah, sorry. sorry kids! don’t listen to me!” you babble, eyebrows scrunched and hips still grinding.

abby continues to torture your clit: her warm, wet tongue lapping up every last drop of your slick and pressing it rhythmically against that swollen button. your cunt tightens around nothing, desperate for something, anything, to fill ‘er up.

shit, you mutter to yourself, thrumming pussy impossible to ignore. “the temp-ah-temperature o-on my end read 83 degrees on my e-enndd-god,” you carry on, breathless, “ahem. we’re looking at clear, s-sunny skies all day, so be sure to wear some sort of- mmph- heat protectant,” you finish off your sentence sounding quite a bit more like a pornstar doing a dirty beach-scene than intended, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“give me one, uh, one sec-cond to double check the read- readings,” you stumble out quickly.

“no problem! while we wait on our girl, WLF, i’ll tell you about what last minute assignments we still need people for, so listen up…” sophie entertains.

“abby,” you whine, covering the mic with your free hand in attempt to muffle your sounds. you can barely form a sentence with the way her nose nudges your clit while her tongue runs zig zags along your folds.

“i know,” she cooes, chucking, “keep it down, you’re on live.”

you silently will yourself not to cry out when abby stretches your legs further apart, shaking her head left and right to stimulate every crevice of your weeping cunt. back arching off the chair, you whimper out a strangled noise, “i cant, i cant, i cant” you chant.

abby’s drags turn to kisses, watching your legs tremble with an endearing gaze as she makes her way up your stomach and to your face. pressing a kiss against your cheek, then your nose, and alas, your parted lips, she whispers, “this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? so shut up and be good for me, yeah baby?”

you nod feverishly, heavy-lidded and staring intoxicated as abby bites bruises into your neck, only to soothe it a moment later with a flat-striped lick of her tongue.

“mmm god, abby, i need you,” you practically slur out, moaning her name like a ritual.

“you’ve got me,” is all she says. her calloused hand slides up from the bottom of your shirt, squeezing your breast harshly, as if she can’t get enough, needing to completely ravish you.

“here, abby, need you here,” you groan, emphasizing it with the buck of your hips.

“alright, alright,” she shushes you with a kiss, hand sliding back down to cup your heat gently, feeling your desperation. “right here, huh? you aching for it, sweetheart?”

your only response is to catch her lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to taste yourself on abby.

hmmph abby groans against your lips, fingers dipping shallowly into your coated hole.

“you can scream my name as loud as you want once you finish your report.“

“but-“

“you don’t want to let the base down, do you? how else are we supposed to know how dripping hot it’s gonna be out today?” she murmurs, emphasizing her words with a push of her thick fingers deeper into you.

your eyebrows scrunch, vision dizzy with need as you look up at the sight before you. a pretty pink hue glazing her sun kissed cheeks, abby tilts her head, finding delight in your struggle to come back to reality.

“c’mon, honey, you got it,” she purrs, running a hand to push the hair away from your face.

you narrow your eyes, pushing majority of the fog to a corner of your mind and uncovering your shaky hand from off the mic.

“sorry about that, folks,” you shakily speak up, “-and thanks soph. i’ll be out of your hair in just a second. as for today, we seem to be getting a light breeze coming in from the east at about 8 miles per hour, so it might hopefully provide a little bit of relief from the heat.”

in the meanwhile, abby hoists your figure up off the chair, shorts and panties still hooked askew around one of your ankles. a hitch in your voice signals your end’s confusion, but you continue on regardless, slave to abby’s actions.

she pushes your torso over slightly, having you put most of your weight on the desk as you hover over your mic, hair flicked over one shoulder.

“as for the air quality, it’s testing to be relatively clear. the spores don’t seem to be getting passed over by the wind, so no need to worry with the masks today! i’ll check in in the afternoon to see if that’s cha- nhghh,” you jolt forward, voice breaking and hips hitting the table as abby thrusts two fingers tightly into your heat from behind, twisting them to reach that ridged, aching spot.

“-changed,” you correct, exhaling sharply. your eyes roll involuntarily as abby picks up her pace, curling her fingers on every outstroke, other hand delivering languid circles to your puffy clit. you can feel the burn of her stare down your spine, head turning over your shoulder briefly to confirm, and catching sight of the two of you in the mirror on the back wall.

your flushed face, rumpled top, and trembling, kiltered, bent over position contrasted with abby’s working muscles as she stood strongly gripping your waist was a sight to behold.

“what would you do if i made you scream for me right now?” abby breathes out, grunting. “should we let the base know how much of a slut you are for me?” she asks, “fuck your special spot real good in front of everyone? right here?” she punctuates with a downright sinful massage against your g-spot.

she huffs out a quiet laugh when you rush to stifle a whimper against your forearm.

“nah, i think i’ll keep you for myself,” she says, tugging you by your hair to hiss “you’re mine.”

your legs nearly collapse right on the spot.

“like that, huh? now be good for me baby. you can take it,” she says lowly by your ear, fisting your hair back even more to take in your disheveled state before shoving your head down nose to nose with the mic.

you grip onto the stand in attempt to ground yourself. fucking abby.

“for now you sh-should be okay withou-ooout a mask on hand t-though,” you stumble through your words, racing to finish the report. “our trusty barom-meter indicates stable conditions— so i g-guess that means the- mmph- the world isn’t gonna expl-plode today?”

you fall to your forearms, losing balance with the aggressiveness of abby’s thrusts, walls clinging to her fingers, as if not to let a second by without her magic touch. abby kicks a leg between your two, sliding one to the side to spread you further before her as she slips a third finger in easily. your lips parts in a silent scream, hand racing to stuff it’s knuckle in your mouth to bite down on.

nails digging into the table, and mind begging forgiveness from god for all the fucking sin you’re committing, you speed

through a shitty conclusion, “overall, it’s a g-great day to sweat. that’s all i’ve got for you to-today. stay safe, stay cool, and enjoy the sun! bye!”

you rip the cord out of the audio interface before you can get the entirety of your final word out, loud moans borderline pornographic from being held back for so long.

“aw, you didn’t enjoy having an audience?” abby teases, fingers speeding up to coax more of your sounds out.

“fuck you, abby,” you gasp out, collapsing face-against-the-desk in pleasure.

“it’s okay, honey, your drenched pussy answers my question— i mean, look at you dripping right down my fingers,” she rasps, pinching your clit meanly.

god, you wanted to shove her fucking face into your cunt. at least that would get her to shut up.

“abby, i’m gonna-!” you cry, knees threatening to buckle.

“show me, pretty girl. fucking come all over my hand,” she spreads your sticky folds with a spare finger, swiping at the edges to effectively stimulate every part of your core.

you buck your hips back with every thrust, desperate to finish as you scream abby’s name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck,” abby curses under her breath, arm curling around your front to hold your crumbling body up, hands busy bringing you to heaven. she wanted to live in this moment.

“ah- god, abs!” you weep, forehead digging into cables as you shudder in ecstasy, cum dribbling out of your overworked pussy, coating abby’s hands in your mess.

“god, abs,” you repeat between gasps, slowly regaining your vision back as abby lifts you up to lean your sweating figure against her matching one.

“so much for escaping the heat, huh?”

~ man oh man i tried guys. hope this satiated your weather girl needs ;)

[balletfilmss]

hiii can i get a smau percy x daughter of persephone who loves flowers and lives on a farm

FLOWER POWER!

✸ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of persephone!reader smau

✸ notes: tysm for requesting & im sorry this took a hot minute, but i hope you like it!! 🤍

…now playing: love grows (where my rosemary goes) — edison lighthouse

persea_: i’ve officially made friends with the ferns 🫡(thank you yn for not letting them eat me)

tagged: @flowersforyn

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g_man: are you…are you AWARE of how ferns work?

╰┈➤ persea_: yeah i am. 2 words: chomp chomp

chqsingannabeth: who’s…who’s truck did you steal?

╰┈➤ persea_: what’re you a cop?

flowersforyn: guys don’t be fooled by the second pic, this was the aftermath of him DROPPING me

╰┈➤ persea_: one, didn’t have to expose me like that & two, I SAID I WAS SORRY

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: SORRY ISNT ENOUGH, MY ASS STILL HURTS

╰┈➤ persea_: i bet it does 😗😉

╰┈➤ g_man: reminder that this is a PUBLIC app

ghostking: pls don’t break her

╰┈➤ persea_: did…did u just say PLEASE?

╰┈➤ ghostking: i take it back. break her and i break your neck.

team.leo: why she violating a tree like that

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: leo just bc you didn’t get hugged as a kid doesn’t mean nobody else did 😒

╰┈➤ notpipermclean: OH SHE ATE YOU TF UP WITH THAT ONE. GAGGED

tysonn: ask yn if ferns will be my friend too

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: they absolutely will tyson, we’ll have to bring you out to the farm next weekend <3

╰┈➤ tysonn: yay!

╰┈➤ persea_: me too, right?

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: …

╰┈➤ persea_: RIGHT??

notpipermclean: yn get this loser off our farm, the kids are asking questions

╰┈➤ persea_: PIPER STOP HITTING ON MY GF AND SPREADING FALSE INFORMATION

╰┈➤ notpipermclean: NO🤗 im gonna report you for hate speech

╰┈➤ persea_: mf YOU’RE hate speeching ME

╰┈➤ sp4rky: @ team.leo the girls are fighting 👀

╰┈➤ team.leo: 🍿🫢

…now playing: strawberries & cigarettes — troye sivan

flowersforyn: fav boy on the farm!! 🍓

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chqsingannabeth: your face being cut off of that first pic is CRIMINAL 😩 not percy’s tho, that was a gift from the gods

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: im srry babe, i looked goofy 😔

╰┈➤ chqsingannabeth: oh no ma’am, you could NEVER

╰┈➤ persea_: WE GONNA IFNORE THE COMMENT SBT ME HELLO?!

persea_: the best day with my absolute best girl 🩵

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: kicking my feet & giggling, ILY SEAWEED BRAIN 🤍

╰┈➤ persea_: ILY TOO FLOWER POWER

g_man: WHAT did you do to make those strawberries look so scrumdidliuptious?

╰┈➤ persea_: dyslexia just took me OUT with this one dude 😭

╰┈➤ g_man: nobody was talking to you brotha 🙏

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: grover bud i use my mommy’s magic, hope this helps 🫶

persea_: don’t let her lie to you, people. i thought my first fit was BOMB & then she made me put on that sweater cuz it was cold as hell outside

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: i want you to read that again…slowly

notpipermclean: save me yn the garden princess …save me

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: have no fear bae, im here 🫂

╰┈➤ persea_: yn, babydoll, i beg of you, PLEASE stop hitting on people that aren’t me

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: there’s enough of me to go around perce 😒

╰┈➤ notpipermclean: YEAH PERCY SHARE

sp4rky: why is bro carryin a whole bakery on that swing

╰┈➤ persea_: jason…🤭

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: NAW IF I CANT DO IT YOU CANT DO IT, JASON GET TF OUTTA MY COMMENT SECTION OR ELSE

╰┈➤ sp4rky: I PLEAD THE FIFTH

flowersforyn uploaded a story!

@ g_man replied:

why is bro so silly 😭

idk but he’s the silliest

@ sp4rky replied:

tell him to leave the flying to me

i’m not telling him SHIT from you

RAHH

@ persea_ replied:

idk what ur on about, i look terrifying here

oh yeah, i’m shaking in my boots

great, now can you pls come help me get down?

idk…

YN PLEASE

yknow, i can’t kiss you from up here

i’m otw 🏃‍♀️ 💨

[onismdaydream]

drunk on you (ft. hiromi higuruma)

tags: mdni 18+. fem/afab reader. piss kink. watersports. pet names. oral (f). multiple orgasms. slight scent kink?? pussy drunk higu. not really proofread.

notes: piss kink!!! this contains piss!!!!! do not read if you don't like it!! i just. really think higu would be into this im sorry... anyway i hope y'all enjoy hehe <3

“h-hiromi,” you pant out, fingers gripping the bed sheets underneath you until your knuckles turn white. “‘m gonna cum.”

higuruma moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure down your spine as his lips suction around your clit. you instinctively try to close your legs, your plush thighs clenching around his head as he pushes you to yet another orgasm. his grip on you tightens, his fingers roughly pressing into your skin until you relax.

his name tumbles from your lips as you cry out, a sweet prayer for his ears only. hiromi swears he could get lost in you. everything about you is just so intoxicating — your scent, your taste, the beautiful moans and gasps that he coaxes from you. he can't get enough. he's simply obsessed.

he, reluctantly, pulls away from your core, turning his head slightly to press slow and gentle kisses on your thighs. there were bruises and love bites scattered about. he just couldn't stop himself, you were so sensitive and your reactions drove him mad.

“did so good for me, darling,” higuruma lifts his gaze, catching your own half-lidded eyes. you look stunning — ethereal and perfect and far too good for him. your lips are parted slightly as you catch your breath, your breasts rising and falling as you fill your lungs once again. he could spend eternity in this position and be at peace.

he's already on his knees for you, ready and willing to do whatever you command. the hardwood floor offers no comfort to higuruma’s body but it's easy to ignore the dull pain with your legs wrapped around him.

you sigh, one of your hands reaching out to push his hair back, nails gently scraping against his scalp. again, he kisses your thigh, so much tenderness and adoration shown in the simple gesture.

“i love you,” hiromi whispers, sealing it with another peck. he always felt so at ease around you, the stress he carried around all the time finally lessening when you were around. a simple touch from you and the guilt and anxiety hanging on his shoulders felt less suffocating.

“love you, too.” and there was that smile that made everything worth it to him. that smile that made his heart feel too big for his ribcage and his love too big for the world.

his own crooked grin makes its way to his face. “love you more.”

that gets a cute laugh out of you, and he can't help but press more kisses to your skin. your thighs are so soft and warm and practically begging hiromi to cover you in them. and he does just that. 

it starts out innocently enough but eventually, his lips find their way closer to your pussy, the glint of your arousal still sticking to your body. his tongue darts out for a taste and he groans softly. he really was obsessed with you.

“let me take care of you like you deserve.” he mumbles, voice edging on pleading, as if he hasn't been pampering you since the moment he met you.

“three isn't enough for you?” you tease gently, gaze softening at his desperation. his craving for you was insatiable, the deep, innate need to take you apart and carefully put you back together driving hiromi between your legs constantly. and of course, you were the one spreading them and inviting him closer every time.

“sorry,” there's a quirk of his lips, his pupils blown out in desire as his lips ghost along your mound. “can't get enough of you, sweet girl.”

suddenly, his arms hook under your thighs, his forearms resting on top and effectively trapping you. he pulls you to the very edge of the bed and directly to his face. his strong nose nudges between your lips, the tip of it rubbing your dripping slit. even if you wanted to move, higuruma was much stronger than he looked.

“color?” your eyes flutter shut as his mouth moves against you, a small gasp of his name escaping your lips. you can feel hiromi’s fingers flex on the meat of your thighs, as if it was taking all of his willpower to restrain himself.

he was a dog, salivating and attentive, waiting for his handler's order. give the word and he attacks.

“green.”

the word barely leaves your lips before he's eating you like a man starved. he couldn't wait any longer, couldn't build up a nice and slow orgasm; higuruma needed to taste you again and he needed it now.

he's always sloppy, always drooling and lapping at your cunt while your fingers tangle themselves in his dark locks. if you get desperate enough — which he always hopes you do — you'll start humping and grinding against his face, moving his head to the exact place you want him to be. he'll bump his nose on your clit, putting pressure on it just to get you to pull his hair or whine his name, your voice so beautiful every time.

“hiromiii,” you cry out, your hands weakly pushing on the top of his head. it’s so much, too much. his tongue, hot and heavy, running up and down your slit, nose bumping into your overly sensitive bundle of nerves. your body felt like it was thrumming with electricity, but there was a familiar pressure building up near your core. “gotta s-stop…”

it sounds so lewd, the wet slurping and panting and groaning that echo around the room. you can feel the mixture of your slick and cum beginning to cool on your skin, followed by hiromi’s warm tongue lapping it all up.

“one more, baby.” his fingers dig into your thighs to keep you still, your hips bucking off the bed. your body couldn't seem to decide whether it was running away or towards him. “gimme one more.”

your constant squirming makes him move his hands up, one of them resting on your hip and the other on your abdomen, desperate to get you to stay still. the pressure inside you becomes recognizable the second his hand presses into your stomach.

“wait, wait! yellow!” 

and hiromi stops immediately, head moving back and his grip on you loosening. “what's wrong? did i hurt you?”

you have to shut your eyes while you catch your breath, the sight of your arousal shining on his lips and chin making it hard to focus. 

“‘m fine, just need a break,” you mumble. your mind is so hazy from how many times you've cum so thinking right now isn't your strong suit. “gotta pee.”

“it's alright, babygirl. i don't mind.” 

the worst thing about being with a sarcastic and deadpanned lover? you have a lot of trouble differentiating between jokes and serious proposals. 

“seriously ‘romi, i gotta go.” you push at his head again, but he doesn't move.

his hands slide up your thighs, fingers kneading the fat there. he can feel you tense underneath his touch, but you don't shove him away.

“told you,” he nearly purrs, mouthing at the apex of your thigh, nuzzling closer to you. his words are muffled against your skin but you hear him perfectly clear. “i don't mind if you piss on me.”

his words make your face heat up, your whole body burning from the suggestion. he was serious. he was actually serious. and you were actually considering it.

“i want you to, baby.” higuruma says so gently, sensing your inner turmoil.

it was so dirty, but you couldn't deny the way your stomach swooped at the thought. you must be sick, must be having some insanely realistic fever dream. but the way you can feel hiromi’s breath ghost across your skin and the heat from his own body and the pull of arousal deep in your core — this is real and happening.

“color.” his eyes lock onto your face, the way you're gnawing on your bottom lip making him pause for a moment. your own gaze flickers around the room, going from his face and mouth to his hands on your body to the ceiling to the walls.

“tell me your color, angel.” hiromi repeats, face retracting by barely an inch. he needed to hear you, needed to make sure he wasn't going too far. it would be hard for him to stop, but he would do it for you — anything you ask, he would do it.

“g-green.” you say softly after a moment, eyes finally settling on his face.

laying back down completely, higuruma starts to lick at your dripping slit again, working you back up. your body is sensitive from your previous orgasms so it doesn't take long before your breath starts hitching and your body squirming.

you let out a whine as he pressed down on your bladder, encouraging you to fully let go, tongue prodding at your clit. for a moment, you thought about backing out, stopping this and excusing yourself to use the toilet. you knew hiromi wouldn't be mad at you, would never be upset with you for creating boundaries.

but higuruma looked so desperate for you, his pupils swallowing the rich browns in his eyes until they were thin rings.

you relax enough under his touch, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you feel the first trickle of warm piss run down your skin.

“that's it, beautiful,” he whispers, “just like that.”

his lips wrap around your sensitive bud, sucking on it as you drench his clothes. he doesn't mind the mess, knows it'll wash out eventually. it feels good to have your hot urine rush down his body now though, to be thoroughly soaked in you.

you shudder underneath him, letting out a shaky gasp from the weak orgasm that's wrung out of you. it's not as mind numbing as the others, but it still makes a zing of pleasure shoot through your body.

“fuck, baby,” hiromi groans out, eyes rolling back as he squeezes at the base of his cock. you should be embarrassed — should be downright mortified and disgusted — seeing your boyfriend covered in urine.

but you're not.

it's hot. it's something that's so depraved and primal and raw. his lips parted as he pants heavily, shirt soaked and sticky, hand using the wet slickness to make the glide along his shaft easier. you can't tear your eyes away from him.

“got me so fucking messy…” a bead of precum builds up at his tip before dripping to the floor, adding to the puddle that was already building. his fist worked faster, the loud squelching noises filling the room and making you feel even dirtier. he’s already so worked up from your taste, that he knew he wasn't going to last long. hiromi moves back between your thighs, licking and sucking at the mess that clings to your skin. “so good to me.”

the bitter tang of your piss mixes with your sweet slick, and his climax hits him quickly, cum coating his cock and hand. he moans out your name, lips pressed to your skin, praises spilling out in between shaky breaths.

after a moment, higuruma removes himself from your legs, sitting back and catching your gaze. you were watching him intently, clearly as enraptured as he was with this newfound kink you shared.

but, anything else would have to wait for another time — and he was sure there would be another time. right now, he had to take care of you like he promised he would.

“c’mere darling.” hiromi helps you up, your legs wobbly. he presses a kiss to the side of your head and leads you to the bathroom. a nice, hot bath will certainly do some good for the both of you. “let's get you cleaned up, hm?”

[carlossainzwho]

dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies

dad!carlos sainz x mom!reader

no one is giving me the girl dad content i want of carlos so i thought i should do some myself. enjoy!

lacy woke in the morning as a four-year-old girl. she ran to her parents bedroom, only to find it empty, bed neatly done and no mummy and daddy. confused, she ran down the stairs, her little legs carrying her little body and burst into the living room.

she couldn't believe her eyes - purple and pink balloons hung from the ceiling, birthday banners were spread across the walls and a small pile of presents lay on the side of the room.

she bounced to the kitchen and there stood her parents - daddy was making fresh chocolatey special pancakes and mummy was putting up a massive banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY LACY!

'mummy! daddy! i'm a big girl now!' lacy squealed delightedly

'aw, my baby is such a grown-up! happy birthday mi amor' y/n turned around and planted a giant kiss on her little girl's forehead.

she turned to her daddy and jumped up and down. 'yayy, daddy making pancakes! i love you daddy!'

'and what about me?' y/n retorted

'of course i love you mummy!'

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to my dearest little angel lacy, my daisy-eyed princess, happy 4th birthday! mummy and daddy love you 💖

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carlossainz55: i remember when she was a tiny little baby 🥰

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landonorris: happy birthday to lacy! love, your favourite uncle - you look better in papaya! 😌

oscarpiastri: happy birthday lacy, from your REAL favourite uncle! although i also agree, she definitely looks better in mclaren gear!

carlossainz55: no she doesn't pastry oscarpiastri: you bet she does, sainz yn~instagram: stop fighting you two! 🙄 oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 1: not oscar and carlos fighting lmao

user 2: she's so fkn cute!

user 3: such a beautiful little girl!! happy bday lacy!!!!!!!

charlesleclerc: i still think i should let her wear some of my merch... the number 16 looks better on her

yn~instagram: no she doesn't, shut up frenchie

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charlesleclerc: how dare pierre like the comment! pierregasly: the woman's go a point, charles yn~instagram: let's not forget that you are french too, pierre 🫣

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pierregasly: ugh 🙄

carlossainz55

can you guess who the birthday girl is?

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yn~instagram: the birthday girl is lacy!

landonorris: save some cake for me please? 👉👈

oscarpiastri: me too danielricciardo: me three p1_coach: me four! some for harlow would do too! yn~instagram: why are all of you so damn hungry 😭 carlossainz55: sorry guys i ate all of it landonorris: goddamit carlos!!

user 4: im on my knees its MY dream bday party

user 5: such a pretty girl awwwww

user 6: oh to be carlos sainz's daughter

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user 6: HOLY SHIT HE LIKED THE COMMENT

user 7: gasp user 6: GASP INDEED

yn~instagram

got the birthday girl lacy some ice-cream!

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landonorris: lacy didn't let me have some of her ice cream 😪

oscarpiastri: well she did for me, so I'M the favourite papaya uncle landonorris: no, i am! yn~instagram: for the last time, STOP. FIGHTING. oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 8: not oscar and LANDO fighting now lmao

user 9: god i love them all

lilyzneimer: the birthday girl definitely looks happy with that ice cream! although, i do recommend strawberry flavour for next time!

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user 10: who knew f1 drivers could be such dweebs?

yn~instagram: the only dweeb on this planet is charles damn leclerc charlesleclerc: hey!

user 11: oh to be a fly on the wall in an ice-cream parlour... *sighs*

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thanks for reading! liking and reblogging will help so much! you are always loved <3

of course, more olivia rodrigo has been used because she is STUNNING!

dividers by @firefly-graphics - thanks so much! your dividers are amazing!

[shakespeareofficialaccount]

!!TERF ALERT!!

@its-a-jinxed-world is a TERF and pro JKR, and should not be interacted with. I’ve noticed mentions of posting dms being a violation of tumblr TOS, and she does so regularly. Therefore, if this is indeed a violation, it is possible that she can be reported as such.

Please do not support her or her attempts to either 1) turn trans defences into jokes or 2) tries to use the old “trans women are not real women because genitalia and all that” argument. Those are pathetic and outdated, and some of her primary defences are screenshots (from twitter) and humor.

And, @its-a-jinxed-world, if you see this: As a cisgender female and hence the kind of person considered to be a ‘real’ female by people like you, I’m ashamed. If you truly wish to be inclusive and accepting, you wouldn’t spread your hate around, that too on a platform filled with queer people. I don’t care whether you think you have the moral high ground and are more of a woman than any of the people who identify as one. People deserve to be who they believe they are, not be restrained by people like you, who believe in sticking their nose into other people’s business and spreading hate. I may be cis, but I will stand up for trans rights - no, human rights as if they are my own. Trans women are fellow women, and I stand for all women. The same thing goes for transgender men: they can identify as and appear as whatever they wish, because it’s what’s right for them. I have friends on this site who are transgender, and I’m proud to say that they are wonderful human beings despite not being born as the gender they identify as; something you can never do. Disrespectfully: fuck you.

[Tagging @realsafari, @yes-im-youtube-kids and @gibbish-anon-from-gell for reach bc ik u all have a pretty big following and i want to get the point across. Sorry if this bothers you, I just know that you also stand for trans rights and could help me to get that disgusting terf off our website. Love ya, pooks :3 /p]

[nocturnalrorobin]

STOLEN

(Mihawk x reader x Shanks)

cw: loss of virginity, p in v, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, blood

let me know if I forgot something

Tags: @animefreak818 Minors DNI

Chapter 2: Undisclosed Desires

< prev chap

Mihawk licked the seam of Lilly's lips; as she opened her mouth for him, his tongue entered without hesitation. He smiled into the kiss when her tongue carefully and curiously prodded against his tongue. He could tell she was inexperienced, so he dominated the kiss and she mirrored what he did. She moaned into the kiss, instinctively spreading her legs for him as she felt something hard poking at her thigh. He rolled his hips against her clothed cunt. Mihawk traced kisses over her jaw down to her neck while his hands slipped inside her shirt, massaging her perky tits. He sucked hungrily at Lilly’s neck, one of his fangs slightly pricking the skin so he could lick the blood that was dripping. As he wanted to give in to his desires and devour her, she let out a soft whine. Just then, he noticed the quickened pacing of her heart, and it hit him that she might be very inexperienced. “Darling” he paused to find the right words. “If you don't want this yet and want me to stop, please tell me. I want you to feel just as good as I do when we have sex.” He said earnestly and kissed her temple. 

Lilly felt heat rushing to her face. She pushed herself upward on her elbows and looked him deep in the eyes. “I-I do want this. I’ve never done this before and am a bit nervous.” He couldn’t help but smile at those big, innocent-looking eyes. He reached out to caress her cheek and pulled her close. 

“I will take it slow and if at any given time you want to stop, you let me know. Understood?” Lilly wanted to look away, but the hand that was caressing her cheek before held her chin in place now, and so she nodded. “Words darling. I need to know if you are sure about this.” He said in a stern voice. 

“I-Im sure. I’ve been waiting for this, ever since I first laid eyes on you.” She admitted bashfully. 

“You have no idea about all the things I wanted to do to you ever since I laid eyes on you darling.” His voice sounded husky and full of need and hunger. His hands lifted the loose shirt over her head and took his shirt off as well so she wouldn’t feel exposed by herself. His lips quickly found hers again and their tongues danced while his hands slowly wandered over her upper body until finally reaching her breasts. As his thumbs and index fingers gently rolled her buds, she moaned into the kiss, and one of her hands clawed at the back of his head. Mihawk left a trail of tender kisses over her jaw and neck down to her breasts. As he took one of her breasts into his mouth she let out a moan and arched her back. Throwing her arm over her face, embarrassed by that, he quickly stopped and removed her arm. “Don’t hide yourself, darling. Don't ever take your eyes off of me.” He said in a commanding, yet loving tone. His eyes never left hers as he started to suck on her nipple; his left hand twirled, pinched, and gently caressed her left bud while his mouth switched between sucking and flicking his tongue around her right bud. As Mihawk gently bit down on her nipple she deeply arched her back and bit down on her finger to stifle her moan. She could see his golden orbs sharpen as she bit down on her finger. “Don’t deny me your beautiful voice, darling. If you do it again, I will tie up these lovely hands of yours. Understood?” He pinched her thigh as she hesitated to answer. 

“Y-Yes. I’m sorry Sir.” As she said that, Mihawk’s eyes grew predatory, and he bit and sucked the skin on her breast, making her hiss in air. 

“Good girl.” He praised, though it was borderline growling. He traced kisses over her belly until he reached the seam of her pants and hooked a finger in. “May I?” He wanted to make sure one last time. 

She smiled appreciating the need for consent. “Absolutely.” The fact that he kept asking, made her feel loved, cherished, and valued, it raised her confidence. 

He took off her pants and his as well and then took in her naked form. “You are positively beautiful darling.” She felt heat rush to her face as his golden orbs scanned every inch of her body. He lifted her leg and started placing kisses down to the plush of her thigh. It felt like he was worshipping her body and it gave her butterflies. He left love bites on both of her thighs, always licking over the freshly marked skin; as he got closer and closer to where she needed him most, she grew more restless, and it didn't go unnoticed. Mihawk could not wait for Lilly to come undone under him.

“S-Sir, please. I want to feel you.” One of her hands ran through her wet folds as she begged him, he caught the hand licking each finger clean, enjoying her divine taste. His golden hues were still glued to hers, making sure to take in her reaction having someone eating her out for the first time. Lilly’s eyes widened as his tongue bullied its way between her wet folds and slowly licked upwards to her clit. His lips surrounded the little bud sucking it and flicking his tongue against it. As his tongue and lips encircled her hardened bud, one of his fingers carefully penetrated her pussy. She threw her head back and winced at the stretch, but as Mihawk paused for a second for her to adjust she immediately rolled her hips, grabbing his head and pushing him closer to her clit. “Please don't stop sir. It feels so good. Hnnng.”  She begged. He licked her again, and his finger slowly continued pushing in and out; he soon added a second finger, curling both of them upward to hit her sensitive, spongy spot inside. He scissored his fingers as he did so and all of these ministrations turned her into a moaning mess. It did sting, but it also felt so good. “I think I- I ah.” Waves of pleasure shook her body as she rolled her hips into him and he worked her through the orgasm. She squeaked in surprise as he moved his tongue slowly downward her cunt collecting all of her honey and slowly circling her entrance. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched him push his tongue inside of her, pushing it as deep as he could and collecting every bit of nectar he could. He moved his tongue in and out for a while and pressed his thumb on your clit. “Sir please I want you.” Lilly’s hands held tight on the sheet as she urged him on.   

“Sorry darling, you just tasted so divine, and your reactions were adorable.”  He smirked down at her as he came up and gently pushed her down onto the mattress. He lined himself up with her and could see the nervousness on her face. “Shhhh darling. We can stop whenever you want, I won’t be upset.” He reassured her one more time in a soft-spoken voice and kissed the knuckles of her fingers. Instead of answering she pulled him close for a kiss and spread her legs some more to invite him in. He slowly pushed in; it was incredibly tight; as the tip was completely inside, Lilly felt a sting and clawed onto Mihawk's back, and he paused, giving her time to adjust. “Are you ok darling?” He lovingly kissed her eyebrow. 

“I-I'm fine, but sir please move,”  Lilly whined. The ends of his lips curled upwards into a smirk. He leaned back in to kiss her as his fingers intertwined with hers. He slowly moved his hips to push deeper inside her, his other playing with her nipple. She moaned into the kiss, clawing at his back, and started breathing more erratically. He couldn't wait anymore, his breathing became just as erratic as hers. He pressed his thumb on her clit as he noticed both of them were quickly reaching their climax. Their wet muscles danced passionately as their bodies rocked in overwhelming pleasure. Their sweat-glazed bodies collapsed onto each other,  completely out of breath.  

“Are you ok darling? You did good! Taking me so well on your first time! That's my baby girl!” He praised her and kissed her down her neck. 

Heat rushed to her face, up to her ears, and down to her neck from all the praise. She hid herself more in the crook of his neck. “Hmmm, I'm fine, a bit sore though. I just wanna be close to you.” She was about to close her eyes because she felt drowsy, but Mihawk got up and swooped her up in bridal style. As he opened the door to the toilet she looked at him questioningly. 

“I don't want you to get a UTI so please use the toilet even if you don't necessarily want to. I will run a bath for both of us in the meantime.” He kissed the center of her head and left the toilet.  He poured some relaxing salts into the water and added some rose petals. Before he went to get her he dimmed the lights to a more romantic setting. As he left the room he saw Lilly struggling to walk holding on to the door and frame looking pleasingly at him. “Need a little help darling?” He looked pleased with himself. 

“Yes please.” She lowered her head feeling embarrassed. He picked her back up and then walked into the bathroom. Her eyes widened as she saw the rose petals in the water. “You didn't have to do this. I-” Mihawk shushed her, he wouldn't hear any of it. 

The bathtub was made of crystal and roundly shaped with enough space to fit more than two people. He lowered her into the water and followed suit, as he let himself relax in the hot bath he pulled Lilly close so she sat sideways on his lap leaning close to his chest and listening to his heartbeat. His heartbeat? Why was it so low? Was it even there? “Is something the matter, love?” He rubbed soothing circles on her back as he saw blood dripping from her lower lip which she unconsciously worried. He leaned in and licked up the blood, making her squeak in surprise.  

“I was wondering why I can't hear your heartbeat, but I can put two and two together. What I don't understand is why you haven't bitten me!?” She almost looked offended with her pouty face and the accusatory tone did not help the matter. Mihawk burst into loud laughter and put his head on hers. 

“You are adorable. You know that? I haven’t bitten you, because I don't bite without consent. The bite isn't just about feeding me, it also leaves a mark on the one I chose as a mate and the act during sex can be extremely pleasurable and erotic, but I digress.” His index finger gently caressed along her neck as he spoke, it gave her goosebumps in the best ways. He gingerly lifted her arm and rubbed circles over where her pulse was with his thumb. “Are you sure about this darling? You don’t have to feed me.” His soul-piercing eyes watched carefully for any hint of doubt and hesitation on Lilly’s face, but there was none, there was only love and warmth. 

“Absolutely. I trust you.” She leaned in closer and pecked his cheek. He sucked her blood and drank it like delicious wine as his fangs tore into her arm. She never took her eyes off of him, her breathing and heartbeat quickened, realizing this he stopped immediately licking over the wound until all the blood was gone. 

“Did I frighten you, darling?” His index finger and thumb cupped her cheek to lift her head upwards, he then moved on to caress her cheek. 

She shook her head with a chuckle. “No love you didn’t. It was just thrilling and kind of lewd?” She rubbed the back of her neck bashfully, she wasn't used to speaking so openly. He hummed in approval, enjoying that she was speaking her mind. 

“We probably should get washed up and get out, the water is getting cold.” his index finger gently poking her nose with affection. He washed her and then he washed himself, but Lilly washed his back. Mihawk got out first then lifted her out and wrapped her into a big black fluffy towel that he got from a shelf right next to the tub. The entire bathroom was black except for the tub and sink which were both crystal. “Listen. I wanna talk to you about something important. When You were brought here yesterday Shanks mentioned that you may have feelings for him as well. Is that true?” Mihawk’s golden orbs were once again focused on Lilly. 

She wasn’t sure if vampires could hear internal screaming, but inside she wanted to just vanish. She hoped she dreamt that she confessed to him. Mihawk watched this entire scene unfold with amusement, she might try to hide her emotions and feelings, but she was very much an open book. He took her towel dried her hair and brushed for her, once done her picked her up wanting to cuddle in bed to continue this conversation when he saw the bloody messy sheet.

 He groaned in annoyance. “You can get some pajamas from my cupboard while I quickly switch the sheet love.” She nodded and he got to work, just putting it into the humper. Once done he crawled onto the bed leaning against the headboard and pointed towards the space between his legs. Lilly sighed because she knew there was no way he would let this go. 

“I do. I can’t explain why.” She finally revealed, heart pounding in her chest, as far as she was concerned she was still in a fever dream considering the day she had. 

“I’m not gonna keep you from him.” He paused and sighed. “If I have to share you with mutt I will.” The frown on his face widened as he could already picture Shanks snaking his way back into his bedroom like so many times before. 

Lilly looked at him confused. “What? Seriously?” She did not expect that.

“Shanks and I shared before love. It’s fine. A word of warning though, do not enter his bedroom for the next couple of days. Promise me!” Mihawk suddenly got serious. 

“Ok, but why? Is he sick?” 

“His rut is about to start, and you, my dear are his obsession. If you enter that room rest assured he will mate and breed you. He would regret it, but he would do it.” He explained as much as he was comfortable, chances are though that Lilly didn’t hear everything as he looked down she was fast asleep. 

Next chapter

[satorubrain]

"wasn't a random text"

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader.

Tags: NSFW. MDNI !!!!!!! Sub!Satoru, a little voyeurism if you squint hard enough, overstimulation, blowjob, handjob, spit, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, slight dumbification, unprotected sex, creampie.

Synopsis: Satoru is bored at home so he sends you a nude while you're in a meeting with the higher ups.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so💀 AND IM SORRY ITS SO FUCKING LONG I DIDNT THINK I'D WRITE SO MUCH🥹🥹

[ THE LOML WIFEY | 3:34 P.M ]

In a meeting love, please dont spam random texts <3

Satoru sighs looking at your text. He knows you're not coming for another two hours or so. It was one of his rare rest days which you fought for but he'd, at this point, rather be in that goddamned meeting you were in with the higherups if it meant even seeing you.

Instead of going to the meeting, what if the meeting was cutshort and you came home earlier?

Gojo Satoru, is simply incapable of thinking of any good or even coherent ideas. His best idea was to- pull his pants down, adjusting himself on the couch and spread his legs apart before he could start palming himself, getting harder to the thoughts and photos of you writhing underneath him, thinking about how you chanted his name, begging him. God. He needed you. Needed to drink up your juices. Needed to feel your velvety walls squeezing him dry.

He needed a release but him fucking into his fist was not satisfactory at all, he had been failing to reach his high for past twenty minutes, he couldn't wait any longer. Scrambling around to find his phone before setting up the phone on the coffee table to click a pic and send it to you.

[ White Haired Freak | 4:03 P.M ]

[ ATTACHMENT 1 ]

It didn't help that the one presenting right now was you. The notification showed the image of Satoru fucking into his fist, precum rolling down his length down over his fingers, head thrown back with his mouth slightly agape as sweat dripped down his toned porcelain skin.

The room fell silent at the image received from the strongest man, the silence only being broken by another ding caused by Satoru's next message.

[ White Haired Freak | 4:04 P.M ]

Please. Need you so bad

"SHAMELESS BRAT." screeched a few older higher ups as you quickly disconnected before stuffing your belongings in your bag. "Indeed shameless" you muttered but it silenced the room anyways, your face burning in embarrassment as you stomped out, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You acted well enough frustrated, enough for them to empathize with you but little did they know how you smirked the moment you stepped out of the room. Oh you definitely got a kick out of it.

Speeding to your home, you thankfully didn't encounter any traffic. Rushing to your floor before trying to open the door- just to find it unlocked, pushing it open. Witnessing Satoru looking so disheveled just for you, his chest heaving as he looked tired from the failed attempts at a release.

"Filthy. And desperate- almost like a slut" You couldn't help but taunt him and degrade him as you close the door behind you. You held back a smirk at his soft choking on his words with his eyes wide blown. "Don't move" you commanded before fetching yourself a glass of water and finding a purchase on the coffee table in front of him- all while Satoru obediently listened to you.

"Say Satoru, what is it that you need so badly" you whisper, pressing your finger against his already sensitive tip before tracing down his undervein, earning a hitching gasp from him.

"You" he utters, his voice deep and bewitching.

"And why should I give you myself?" you chuckle at the sight of Satoru's eyes pleading you looking at you with disbelief "w-why not?"

"Because you're so out of hand Satoru. So, you're not allowed to touch me today but I'll reward you if you behave like a good boy till the end, hm?" you console him as he chokes out a "y-yes".

Cupping his cheek with one hand before kissing him while the other hand wraps its fingers around the base of his dick, slowly stroking it while giving a gentle twist near the tip, using his precum as lube. His fingers dug into the couch trying to hold himself back from latching onto you as his moans were muffled by your kiss. And within minutes he's whimpering at your mere touch. You're too good he thinks and if this goes on he'll finally get to find his release.

"c-close. 'm close" Satoru breathes "please... fa-ster...love" he whimpers as his hips jerk into your hand in search of a release, forehead resting against yours as he glances through, his heavy eyelids, at your hand doing the work. He was mere seconds away when you unwrap your hand from his dick, resting his back against the couch softly causing him to look at you dumbfounded as the twitching of his body slows down.

"Babe you're getting too agitated. Calm down a bit." You coo, petting his head before giving a gentle peck on his forehead "I'm still fully clothed, help me undress, hm?" you rather order and he gladly obliges.

"Y-yes ma'am" he sighs, quickly stripping you of your external clothes. His fingers linger a few seconds longer on your soft skin as he takes off your bra, licking his lips at the sight of your bare boobs. Biting his lip as his fingers trail down your waist, hooking his fingers into your black laced underwear before pulling them down, gulping thickly to prevent drooling at the view of your slick sticking to your lingerie. His trembling fingers scarcely dig into your skin, his self-restraint hanging on its last thread.

"Please... May I?" he asks politely, his frenzied eyes staring at the tantalizing sight in front of him, slowly leaning forward craving a taste of you on his tongue, wanting to drink down everything your pussy desires to give, almost forgetting his painfully throbbing pressed against his abdomen.

"No. You speak too much Satoru and your hands have no control. Disobedient boys don't deserve pleasure." you sigh, removing his hands, causing him to look at you with such a pained expression, you almost give in to his desires. Before he could voice out his defenses through his slackened jaw, you quickly shove your lingerie in his mouth, somewhat gagging him. His eyes roll to the back of his head the moment your slick mixes with his saliva, eagerly gulping down the taste of you eliciting muffled moans from his throat.

"No touching me or speaking, okay? If you want me to stop, tap my shoulder three times." you softly inform him, establishing a safe action if the need ever comes, to which he gives you a confused tilt of the head followed by an assuring nod.

Placing your lips against his jaw, leaving a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down his neck before latching onto his sensitive pulse point marking him yours. His gagged moans and grunts, his trembling body only encouraging you to mark him even more. The way he controlled himself by harshly gripping the cushion when you sucked on one of his nipples had your pussy leaking and clenching around nothing.

"Satoru, don't cum until I say so" you instruct making him huff breathlessly as you nestle between his legs before taking hold of his dick and pressing your tongue against the base of it, lapping up his precum before you suck on his swollen tip. Hollowing your cheeks before you take his dick in your pretty little mouth while maintaining eye contact with him gains you a primal guttural moan and you almost might've come untouched.

He is irresistible, you think. You touch yourself, pleasing yourself to his moans as you bob your head on his cock. Playing a cruel game with him- allowing yourself to chase after your high while you deprive him of his multiple times. You're enjoying his suffering far too much. He looks like hes about to break and he perhaps might. Your jaw soon locks after multiple denials, causing your torture to come to a cessation. For a moment you wonder if this is how he feels when he's so lost between your legs because right now you feel the same.

You had denied him of perhaps- sixth? Seventh? Orgasm now and at this point he doesn't know what to expect when he sees you get up and straddle him. Clicking a few photos of his fucked out state before wiping away his few astray teardrops and his drool.

"Please let me come" he begged, probably but nothing could be understood through his muffled "mpffs". You chuckled at his sight yet he still smiled at your sweet sound. You were too evil to your sweet boy.

His senses are too heightened, he almost feels like a virgin all over again. His dick pulses intensely when you align yourself against him. He thinks he might come too quickly when he's inside of you. His warns come off as nothing more than muffled grunts.

You slide down on him too easily, surprising the both of you but lord the way you wrap and clench around him is too perfect, your soft cushiony walls send him over the mood- and the coil in his core breaks- unwillingly. Nails digging into the cushion, tearing holes in them as he tries to not orgasm so quickly after entering you but his body is writhing uncontrollably underneath you, choking out his loud moans with his head thrown back and it doesn't help how you are helping him get through his high by riding him and wrapping your arms around his neck, soothing him down, allowing him to fill you up.

He looks at you desperately before he could try to speak incomprehensibly, you remove the little piece of clothing from his mouth.

"Im sorry- please, please don't leave yet I-" he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks. Hushing him with a kiss stopping his ramble as you let him finally wrap his arms around you.

"Satoru, calm down, I'm right here and all yours" you reassure him, rolling your hips, riding his already hardened, sensitive dick.

You were too much. You quickly fastened your pace, bouncing up on his cock as he supported your weight by gripping your ass.

"F-fuck- too good. feels too good, al-most too much" he cries his nails digging in your ass, spreading them apart as perfectly matches your rhythm, hitting your velvety spot with every thurst.

" sa-toru- 'm close, so close." you yelp, holding him closer, resting your forehead against his, panting against his lips.

"me- me too" he panted "c-come with me baby?" he requested as his own orgasm grew closer every passing second. Supporting you by wrapping an arm around your waist as the other massaged your clit helping you out with your high.

He chanted your name, sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks as you twitched in his arm cumming around him, your pussy milking him dry of every essence of him as his body writhe under yours, his thrusts slowly getting sloppy yet he kept chasing your highs like an insatiable beast. Riding them out, allowing the both of you to calm in each other's arms as bare bodies clung to each other.

Moments like these make you realize that the two strongest are simply putty in each other's hands- him definitely more than you.

"My sweet love, was that not too mean of you? You could've at least tied me up instead of putting me in such a predicament. Do you know how hard it was to control myself and refrain f-" you hushed his never ending rant with a soft kiss.

"mean? I wonder who sent me such a text" you ponder, raising your eyebrows

"Hey, i never sent you a random text! It was a very specific one- it was an emergency text actually, well two TEXTS to be specific so I wasn't spamming you either. I clearly followed your rules" He defended himself puffing his chest, faking anger at you.

"You're insufferable, Satoru" you joke as you get up to clean the both of you up just when you see Satoru opening his mouth to say something "No. Don't even think of saying a word or even getting up, I will take care of us today."

He sighs knowing it's impossible to change your mind, instead opting to confess "I love you"

"I love you too, Satoru"

"And, y/n, I love you more" he chuckles and you sigh but Satoru didn't lie and so he will always have the last word.

IM DONE!!!!! FUCKING FINALLY!!!!! GOODBYE IM NOW THROWING MYSELF OFF A CLIFF!!!!!!!!

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[the83rdgenius]

| Better Than None |

Pairing: Yae Miko x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, Fem!Reader, Afab!Reader, Reader and Yae are both sapphic, Oral Sex, Teasing, Yae Miko mocks you at times, She/Her Pronouns for Yae Miko, No pronouns for Reader, Reader is called “Princess”, Crying (Reader), Reader is mentioned to have breasts, Aftercare, Gets sappy towards the end im sorry, op sucks at endings so i’m sorry if it’s ass, 1.2k words. 

Summary: Uhmm this is just a drabble (well it was supposed to be) of Yae Miko and fem reader making love, but i got kinda carried away. This isn’t my best work, buuuuut it was fun to do a little writing exercise regardless, and I figured I’d share it because well.. Why not lmao.

A/n: Yae Miko has had me in a chokehold as of recently </3

Tags: @suyacho @tighnarly @neuvillettes @themovingcastlez

Yae took the pointed part of her nail and dragged it along your body, from your breasts to your shaky knees. You looked up at her eagerly, nervous for what she had planned for you next. There was a glint in her eyes when she looked at you, it was as if she was going to sink her teeth into you at any given second, but instead she sat patiently. Dragging her nails up and down your body until you started to squirm and whimper underneath her longing touch. 

“So impatient.” She whispered mockingly.  

You knew she was teasing you, seeing how far she could take this until you inevitably cracked under the pressure, but you still couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the sound of her voice. She always did have such a pleasant voice. You looked up at her and pleaded, looking deep into her glowing eyes.

“Please, Miko. Please.” You begged. 

Miko took a moment to think before agreeing with a grin. She adjusted her placement so that she was positioned right between your legs, which she had spread nice and wide. With your legs apart she could see in perfect view the way your pussy glistened from all the precum. Not only was your body now fully exposed for her viewing pleasure, but she also took note of how flustered you looked. Wearing an expression of shame and embarrassment you looked away, hoping to all the archons that she wouldn’t tease you now of all times, but unfortunately your prayers went unanswered.

“Aww, is my princess embarrassed?” She mocked in a cold and dark tone. 

Before you could answer her (rhetorical) question she had made the point to lean down and lick your pussy up in one long stripe. Immediately you froze and shivered due to the abrupt pleasure, and then you remained still aside from the obvious quivering. Your hands gripped the sheets and you held your tongue as the many curses known to you threatened to burst past your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt her moan against your pussy, licking it up once again in an attempt to both pleasure and torment you.

You writhed underneath her touch, so much so, that she took both her hands and pinned your thighs against the ground so she’d have better control of you. Without even realizing it you had ultimately rescinded total control to her. Allowing Miko to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted to do it. Usually this thought would make you nervous and maybe even a little on edge, but when it came to Miko, you’d do anything to give her that control. You weren’t one to do that sort of thing, but there was something about her that made you want to give everything up all in her name.

Maybe it was toxic how tightly she had you wrapped around her finger, but maybe… maybe you simply didn’t care. How could you? She was like a God you so desperately needed to worship. Not wanted, needed to. How would she be anything but heavenly when she could make you see all the stars in the sky with just the touch of her tongue. She was divine in every single way, so of course you grew accustomed to only seeing her as such. 

Suddenly, your empty head was shocked awake by the feeling of her fingers pressing up against your sweet spot. You gasped and arched your back from the intrusive sensation. It was pleasant in a way you’d simply never felt before, and when she looked up to see your lips parted in an O shape, and your eyes squeezed shut with tears trailing down your face, she couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

She already knew she had this effect on you, but seeing it in action was always such a sweet gift. Every gasp and moan you breathed into the air became fuel for Yae’s torment upon you. It encouraged her to go further, do more and do it better. Sure, you’d had these things done to you before, but there was something about her handiwork that was the equivalent of eating the forbidden fruit. You know you shouldn’t, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Not when she touched you like she did. Not with how deeply she loved you. 

“I’m..I’m!” You started to yell out, but Yae Miko shushed you. Reassuring you that all would be well and that you need not hurt yourself to express your needs to her, for she already knew what you were about to say.

“Shhh, I know, I know.” She reassured you, stroking your cheek gently. 

Just then you felt an extraordinary feeling pass through you, electrifying all your mortal senses as you came onto her fingers. You didn’t say a single thing, only gasped for air as your hands traveled your body from the extreme ecstasy you felt. It was a feeling like none other, a feeling only Miko could give you. No man had ever made you feel this way before, and perhaps no woman either. That’s the thing about your girlfriend, she knew just where to touch you, when to do it, and how to do it, as well.. 

As you took a few moments to calm yourself, Yae Miko scooped you up in her arms and cradled you close to her chest. She was warm and comforting, almost motherly. She shushed you and rocked you in her arms, stroking your tear stained cheek as you cried yourself into exhaustion. It wasn’t long before your cries subsided and you turned to her with a small smile.. An expression that said “Thank You” was written all over your face. Yae Miko nuzzled her head against yours and held onto your naked form for however long you needed, even if that meant holding you through the night, she would gladly do it. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she really had to hold you as tight and close as she did tonight, but one thing was for sure. S he’d never been closer to you than she had that night. Even as your crying died down, you clung to her like a vines on an old house. Forever stuck to something so beautiful, taking ownership to something you refused to give up on. You two were so different, and maybe even a little unconventional, but you couldn’t think of a life without her. In all fairness, you didn’t really remember your life before her to begin with.

And before Miko coaxed you into the bathtub, urging you to bathe, she watched you with focused and careful eyes. Gazing at what would be her new past, present, and future. The thought may have scared her in the past, but now it brought her nothing but relief and maybe the occasional anxiety.

[pr0wlerpunk]

P.s- I love you

Person: 1610!Miles morales

Afab!reader

Requested:|Yes|No|

@alisblackgf : can I get earth-1610!miles x Reader where they’re childhood best friends and are just like. In love with each other. And then confess. IDK IM A SUCKER FOR FLUFF AND CONFESSIONS

Warnings: angst(?), slight cussing, both miles and reader being Extremely oblivious to each other’s feelings, miles and reader are both 16 bc I feel like it’s more realistic for 16 year olds to have this sort of issues(idk man), the ending is rushed ngl

Translations; Amor: love, Mi Vida: My Life, Mi Corazón: my heart

Tags: @alisblackgf

Ever since you could remember you knew miles..

See growing up your mother was a hairstylist, so that meant she knew any and everyone.

From the browns to the jakobs…

But there was always one name that stood out most

Morales…

Your mother was friends with Rio and your father with Jefferson-which automatically made you friends with their son, miles.

Miles was a sweet boy, always doing right and helping out his family

But

Boy was he shy

When you all first met he never walked away from his mom’s side, which you thought was weird since you were only 5

But as time grew miles warmed up to you, and you realized just how amazing he was

And I mean so amazing that all you wanted to do was be around him

So your mom made plans and before you know it, you lived a couple blocks down from the Morales’s

Every birthday was spent at each other’s houses

Every Christmas

Every thanksgiving

Any and everything was done together..

You and miles grew up close together, so close that even some would say it was the universe proving how you both were meant to be

He was your corazón

And you

His vida…

🕷️

12 years later

You had officially made it to the same school as miles, and would not leave him alone.(not that he minded, you were his girl after all..even if he hadn’t said it yet)

He was your boy and you made sure everyone knew that…

Especially that little Gwen Stacy chick.

When miles first told you about her you thought she was alright, she seemed smart, and she had an interest in the drums

He told you how they met and how he wouldn’t clarify it as them being friends

But still, the way he talked about her made it seem different..

You weren’t the jealous type, but something about her was off…

And then next thing you knew, he was always leaving with her

“Sorry [___], Me and Gwen have some plans after school, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

At first you thought it was ok, miles was making more friends and you were happy for him…

But every time you would ask him to hang or even walk home together he would always say he had plans with Gwen…

“I promised Gwen I’d help her with something today, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

It was all bout her

“Ah [___], I forgot me and Gwen have to do something right now, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

Normally you wouldn’t care if he flaked but you had something for him…

A letter.

You had spent hours on perfecting it

Now it was just about giving it to him…

But maybe you’d wait a little.

🕷️

And so that’s what you did,

You waited..

Hours had became days…

days turned into nights….

And nights went into weeks.

And then you realized

Nothing was going to change unless you made the change and reached out

And so the very next day, you did…

🕷️

Rio, miles mom let you in after school telling you how happy she was to see you and how miles was In his room

You thanked her and made your way to his, the path now unfamiliar since the last time you had been there

Which was-if you could remember-a week or two

As you neared his door you could hear hushed voices.

You leaned in slowly, pressing your ear to the door

“Im telling you Gwen, she’s amazing”

A confused look spread onto you face as you continued to listen

“Then why can’t you confess to her miles?”

Confess…confess to who?

“I don’t know, I mean we’ve been best friends for forever…I don’t wanna ruin things…”

W-was he talking about you?

“If shes a True Friend like you say she is, then she’ll hear you out-”

And suddenly it went quiet

“I got to go miles, Peter needs me back at his”

Then the window was shut

And that’s when you decided you would enter…

“Miles we need to tal-” You froze, there miles was, standing on his ceiling in what looked like a spiderman suit

“[___] I can explain!”

You watched in horror as your best friend jumped from his ceiling to his floor in a matter of seconds

“WHATS THERE TO EXPLAIN MILES??” You were livid, how could he keep something like this from you?

“Uhm im Spiderman….”

You stared at him a furious expression plastered on your face

“WELL I KNOW THAT NOW…”

Miles visibly cringed hearing you yell at him

“[___] Please calm down!, my moms gonna think something’s up!”

You glared at him

And then you put two and two together

“Miles…”

He looked at you, a soft smile forming onto his face

“Yea?”

“Gwen knows…doesn’t she?”

You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth

“She was the first person to know”

And you felt your heart shatter even more..

“Alright..yea, no that’s-it’s fine” You hurriedly turned to leave as tears threatened to spill down your face

“[___] don’t be like that, please amor” You felt his hand grab your wrist, and for the first time in weeks…you felt his skin…

And god everything was telling you to turn around and forgive him..

“D-don’t call me that miles”

But you didn’t… instead you ripped your wrist away from his grasp as you glared at him

Miles heart broke seeing your cold gaze…

And then something caught his eye.

“[___] w-whats that?”

You froze, he was never meant to see the envelope..especially not after what just happened

“It’s nothing”

You hurriedly tried to hide it, but you were too late

“Mi Vida, please!” He desperately pleaded

And you froze, the nickname you had came to love was now being used against you to get you to respond… and so you did

“Fine, you wanna know what it is so bad?!”

He anxiously nodded his head

“It’s a dumb letter..” You looked anywhere but him, not trying to see his face after what you where about to say

“I’ve been trying to confess to you for years miles…” your voice soft as you thought about all the times you wanted to tell him you loved him

“But you never got the hint…s-so I thought I’d write you a letter”

You finally held up the red and black envelope.

you watched as he took it from your hands, his gaze fixated on the little hearts and sunflowers that decorated the front

“Amor, I’m sorry, if I had known I would’ve made time for you I promise!”

You scoffed

“Miles cut the bull!”

He stared at you confused

“You would have Never, made time for me, and…I know that know”

He shook his head no, his mouth opening to speak…

But no words came out

And so you nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes before looking at him

Nothing was said as you turned to leave…

And nothing was said as you did

Miles laid awake that night.

he couldn’t sleep, not after what you told him all those hours ago

Earlier…

Rio had saw how you left, tears streaming down your face as broken sobs left your mouth

She immediately went to go check on miles and what she saw broke her heart even more…

Miles was on the floor, pictures of you and him scattered around him as he himself let out broken sobs

Present

Miles couldn’t believe what you had told him

You had liked him for years…and he was so dense that he couldn’t realize it

And now it was too late…

He had lost you

God, if only he had payed more attention to you then maybe he would of gotten the letter sooner

Wait…

The letter..

THE LETTER!

Miles was quick to jump up and find the envelope

He looked around his already messy room until the red and plack cover caught his eye

Quickly he picked it up and opened it

His eyes welded up with tears as he read what you had wanted to tell him for years…

——————————————————

To mi corazón,

As I’m writing this I realize how corny it is.

I mean this isn’t a movie, but I just thought that making this would help me get of few things off my chest…

So here I go

Miles..

You don’t know how much you mean to me, when we first met I thought you were this shy nerdy little boy, But as we matured I came to realize that you were much much more.

You’re caring, and compassionate,

You’re not afraid to help someone in need,

You’re smart and funny,

You’re everything anyone could ever want…

So as I sit here writing this, I think…

I think about how we met.

I think about how we begged our families to live next to each other.

I think about our movie nights.

I think about our first day in elementary together.

I think about how our moms used to match us up in the same outfits.

I think about our first day of Highschool.

I think about how everyone would tell us we were meant for each other.

And I think about how the universe has kept us together…

Miles I was the luckiest girl in the world to meet you.

No matter what…

I won’t ever be mad at you.

I won’t ever not be there for you.

I won’t ever not appreciate you.

And I won’t ever doubt you.

Miles morales you’re the most perfect guy a girl could meet.

All always be your Vida and you, my Corazón

-[___]

Oh! And

P.s -

I love you

——————————————————

“Shit” he cursed whipping the fallen tears from his cheeks

He looked around his room until he spots his suit, he quickly grabbed it slipping the material on as he rushed to the window

Miles needed to talk to you…

🕷️

There you lay, tears streaming down your face as your music blasted through your room.

Your parents had night jobs, so that meant that they would sleep all day and go to work at night, which left little to no time for you…

But you didn’t mind it, you liked being by yourself

You could draw, watch tv, and blast music without any consequences…

Even if someone called the cops you wouldn’t be in trouble

(9 x out of 10 it was mr. Jefferson that came and he would just let you off with a warning)

You were zoned out thinking about everything that happened today,

You found out miles was Spider-Man

You confessed to him

And then you left.

When you had arrived home you went straight to the shower,

After your shower you put your playlist on shuffle and laid in bed

Which is what your still doing

And then..

There was a tap on your window

And another

And another

And then it stopped.

You let out a breath of relief

And then you heard it..

“Amor..”

“Amor, Are You awake?”

Peering over you pillow you came face to face with Spider-Man or now as you know

Miles…

“What’re you doing here miles..or should I say spiderman?”

He let out a soft groan at your tone of voice

“Cmon [___] don’t be like that”

You rolled over, turning away from him

“I read the letter…”

You froze but quickly regained your composure

“Oh goody”

Miles huffed, jumping on your ceiling and crawling over back to face you

“Did you mean it, everything you said…?”

You were quite for a moment, until you opened your eyes to finally face him

“….yea…”

He smiled and it instantly warmed your heart

“Do you forgive me?”

You let out a soft laugh as a smile made its way to your face

“….yea…”

You both went quite just staring at each other

“[___]”

“Yes miles”

“Can we cuddle?”

You let out a snort but quickly shook your head yes

“…..yes miles..”

He crawled(literally)into your bed wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you flush to his body

“Oh and Ps”

He mumbled into your neck

“I love You too”

BONUS

“You’re so corny Miles”

You let out a laugh as he quickly spoke up

“You started it!”

“….Nuh uh”

“[___]!!”

“BOTH OF YOU GO TO SLEEP”

You and miles stared at each other with shocked expressions

You looked up catching Gwen in her spider suit

“GWEN???”

“WAIT, GWEN??”

She waved before leaving

[aventurineswife]

I love to think that Aventurine would tie a strand of his hair (i mean its like gold already) around his beloved's ring finger as a silent engagement ring...Literally... Imagine coming to him crying that it ripped and him laughing telling that there are way more from where it came from as he detaches another strand and double ties this time just as a reassuring :') [feel free to use the idea if it inspires you im just so obsessed nowadays]

Ties that Bind Us

Summary: After a delicate strand of Aventurine's hair, which he had tied around your finger as a silent engagement ring, breaks, you approach him feeling emotional.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Light Angst, Comfort, Established Relationship, Suggestive(nothing explicit), Intimate Moments, Playful Teasing, Emotional Reassurance, Soft Romantic Gestures, Vulnerability.

Warnings: Mild suggestive content, Emotional vulnerability, Brief crying, he calls you “Love” (because you are the love of his life 🫶).

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA, INSTEAD OF GETTING AN ARTIFICIAL THING, YOU GIVE YOUR BELOVED SOMETHING GENIUNE AND OF YOUR OWN 😭 BUT MAN HE'S GONNA GO BALD IF HE KEEPS OFFERING HIS HAIR!!

(Keep those requests coming, I love writing about them! Perhaps send something slight spicy(don't ask me for full smut😭) or gorey too if you dare that is ;))

In the dim glow of your shared home, a soft breeze rustled through the open window as you watched Aventurine, or Kakavasha as you privately called him, sit at his desk, deeply engrossed in his work. His sandy golden-blond hair fell in perfect waves, shimmering under the gentle light. You smiled, fondly remembering how, just days ago, he had tied a single strand of that very hair around your ring finger.

A silent promise. A commitment so personal, it felt more intimate than any grand proposal.

But now, that golden thread had snapped, the ends frayed where the delicate piece had worn out over time. You felt a tug at your heart. It wasn’t just a strand of hair, it was the bond you two shared — fragile, tender, and impossibly beautiful.

Approaching him quietly, you stood at his side, fingers fiddling nervously with the broken piece in your hand. “Kakavasha…” you whispered softly, breaking his focus. His magenta and cyan eyes flicked up from his work, softening when he saw you.

“What’s troubling you, love?” His voice was rich with warmth and affection, though laced with his usual playful charm.

You showed him the broken strand, lips quivering slightly as you murmured, “It… it snapped. I’m sorry.” The weight of your emotions caught you off guard, and you blinked back tears, feeling silly for crying over something so small.

But Aventurine’s expression didn’t change. In fact, a gentle chuckle escaped his lips. His signature smile spread across his face as he reached out to cup your cheek, brushing away a tear with his thumb. “Oh, my dear…” he murmured, his tone both amused and deeply affectionate. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Before you could protest, he reached for a new strand of his hair and, without hesitation, gently wound it around your ring finger again, this time doubling the loop to ensure it would hold longer. He kissed your hand once he finished, a light peck full of promise. “See? All fixed. Stronger now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly through your lingering emotions, touched by his gesture and the way he made light of what had seemed like a disaster to you. “Thank you.” you whispered, your heart swelling with warmth as you looked into his eyes.

He tilted his head, studying you in that way only he could—reading every nuance of your expression. "Crying over a single strand, hmm?" he teased, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your skin. "It’s like you're trying to tug at my heartstrings."

Your blush deepened as his thumb stroked along your jawline. "What happens when it breaks again?" you asked, though the question came out in a more breathless tone than you’d intended.

Aventurine’s smile widened, his voice dropping into something more intimate, more his personal self, Kakavasha. “I’ll keep tying new ones,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand found its way to your waist, pulling you close. “Over and over again. Until there’s no more hair left to give. And even then…” His lips found your temple. “I’ll find something else to bind us together.”

You shivered, not just from the cool breeze that swept through the room but from the way his words wrapped around your heart, anchoring you to him in a way that felt unbreakable.

As you rested your head against his chest, your heart pounded in sync with his, your body relaxing into his embrace. The warmth between you grew, soft and inviting. His fingers played with your hair now, lazily twirling a few strands, but there was something unspoken in the air.

"Kakavasha…" you whispered, your voice trembling with something more than just gratitude.

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through your body. "Cracking already, are we?" His fingers slipped beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes shimmered with mischief, but there was something deeper—something more vulnerable, peeking through the cracks of his usual playful facade.

Aventurine cracked, and Kakavasha peeked out.

The depth in his gaze was unmistakable now, and your breath caught in your throat. You could feel the shift between you two—the teasing banter giving way to something far more intimate. His lips hovered near yours, barely a whisper away, his warm breath mingling with yours.

“And if you break again…” His voice was a low, sultry murmur, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your spine. “I’ll be right here, fixing it every time, love.”

His lips brushed yours, gentle at first, as if savoring the moment. But soon, that gentleness gave way to something more passionate, a deeper need igniting between you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer still, until there was no space left between you.

And in that moment, as his kiss deepened, you knew — no matter how many strands might snap, or how many times you might fall apart, Aventurine, Kakavasha, would always be there, ready to tie them back together.

[uh-niran-really]

(⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ I think i might have made this top angsty but the pain is worth it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

(preferably fem reader please (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠))

Ok soo..

Niran and symmetra have been close friends for years, they have a bond that reader could only dream of having. And although niran is flirty and kind to everyone, it feels different when he says it to his best friend, satya. Reader often tags along the trips niran sets up with satya, which often hurts the reader and makes them feel jealous. One day, Niran wanted to treat reader out, just the 2 of them. Reader gets her hopes up thinking its a date and Niran makes her feel really special (i don't know how to write fluffy date scenes i'm sorry! ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ) and by the end of the day, she slips and confesses to him. He's unsure of how he feels and feels conflicted, thinking that the fluttering in his heart whenever they went out was because of his best friend satya, which ended up in him rejecting reader. Reader, upset, but still nods and goes back to her dorm, rejecting any offer from Niran to walk her back. A few days goes by and she starts to get difficulty breathing, no one knows of this and she continues on with her training whilst avoiding niran. Poor niran is probably sad and is overthinking/yapping to satya abt how he ruined their friendship. A few more days later, Reader starts coughing up blood by the sink in her dorm before eventually coughing out lotus petals. (“Hanahaki disease”) She panics and reaches out to mercy, asking for help, mercy looks around her resources and gives her a really sad look before telling her the cause/the cure(lets imagine surgery isnt an option here bc more angst the better ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ) reader smiles sadly knowing with how fast the disease is spreading, she probably wont last very long. She spends the rest of her days off of missions, constantly Throwing up blood with petals of her love's favorite flower. She cries in pain before asking someone to call satya, wanting to speak to her to pass a message before reader passes. When satya arrives reader confronts her about how niran loves her and asks for her to take good care of him, satya is worried and calling both niran and mercy to help you through her comms before paying attention to the reader and telling her all about how niran's been breaking down and regretting his decision, how he did truly love the reader and misunderstood his feelings, and the sleepless nights he had thinking about how the two of you couldve been together if it hadn't been for him speaking before thinking properly. Before reader can answer, she hears the sound of her room door getting busted open as niran rushes towards her side, crying and begging for her to stay alive and apologizing over and over. She passes out and he panics trying to find her pulse but since he was stressed and panicking, he couldn't find it, making him more scared, crying and screaming out when he was torn away from the reader's body to get treated by mercy. Days go by and niran has been in his lab, staring at his desk, unmoving, mumbling apologies as tears streamed down his face, having constant meltdowns every time his thoughts would wander off to the thought of reader dying. When he gets the news of the reader being alive he sprints, running for his life to go to her room, once he gets there he cries and begs for forgiveness, even tho she was still unconscious, he begs and begs, regretting his every action, until she woke up. He was so happy she was alive then he starts begging for her forgiveness and shes confused thinking he liked satya, he rejects that thought and reassured her he got his feelings all wrong and that he truly loved reader 🥹🙏 She forgives him and he asks her out to be his girlfriend which she happily accepts, once she gets out they get scolded by satya for the entire misunderstanding but is still happy reader is alive and theyre both ok 🫡🫡🙏🙏

OMFG IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN FOR THE ASK TO BE THIS LONG JDJDSJSN

Hanahaki - Fem Reader X Lifeweaver

Content: Angst, Hanahaki disease, Fluff, Romance.

Word count: 6,200+ (You’re in for a wild ride with this one my dears)

A/N: Wow. Never have I loved a prompt more than this one. I truly hope it was worth the wait and you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! It’s been such a joy to write for you again!

“Satya, have I told you how much I love you?”

“Yes Niran, quite frequently.”

You watched the pair feeling torn. They looked like the perfect couple. The sweet and lovey dovey flirty one and the stoic serious type. They complimented each other a lot. Though they insisted that they were just friends but you didn’t believe that. The way they spoke to each other, light touches here and there and that longing look they gave when watching one another. You wanted that bond with Niran, so badly.

Currently you were on a “best friends” trip with the pair. A little day out to enjoy everyone’s company. It felt like being a third wheel in reality. You watched as Niran continuously flirted with Satya, complimenting how beautiful she looked in the sunlight and how much he wanted to hug her. He glanced over at you aware of your presence, offering you a smile. You smiled back, but inside you know it was all an act.

“Y/N, let’s take a picture!”

“Oh.. are you sure you-“

He trust the camera in your hands and posed with Satya, who was less than bothered. Of course he wanted YOU to take the picture. Rolling your eyes you snapped the picture and handed it back to him. Before you could walk away he grabbed your waist and pulled you back.

“I wanted you to take a picture of the three of us silly.”

His touch was seering hot against you, delicate but precise across your skin. He had eased up since pulling you closer to him, but your head was all over the place. Niran was like a drug, enough to get you hooked on him and leave you pining for more.

“Or I can take it if you aren’t feeling up to it?” He offered you back the camera.

“S-sorry. I was lost in thought. I’ve got it.”

Holding up the camera you smile, Niran sticks his tongue out and Satya stands a little awkwardly. You pause to see if she’ll smile but as always she’s stoic so you snap the picture.

“Ohhh you look beautiful Satya! So cute!” Niran swoons.

“Niran. You’re embarrassing me.”

You waited to see if Niran would compliment you too, wishful thinking really. He only seemed to have eyes for Satya. The way he looked at her now screamed desire, true love, need. Surprisingly though he turned to you.

“Don’t you look adorable.”

If only you could hide the blush on your face. He noticed too, giggling at the sight. He found you sweet and down right cute. He told you as much, it just seems more friendly rather than flirtatious. With little to no warning however, he blew you a kiss. Such a sweet gesture, one that you choose to believe was romantic, as delusional as you sounded.

“Niran, will you please stop flirting. Can we go now? You know we have countless meetings tomorrow and you as always have not prepped.” Satya grumbled at him.

“Oh my dear, you know I’ll wing it!” He winked at her, a rare smile forming at her lips.

As you started to head back to the base, you hung back watching as Niran doted on her, buzzing around her like she was the most beautiful flower. It was like this every time the three of you were together. He always seemed to fall back on her, making you feel worthless. Like what was the point in you being there. Niran seemed to notice how unhappy you were on the way back to base, dropping back to walk with you.

“Are you alright sweetheart?”

“Fine.”

“You don’t look “fine” to me, but perhaps I’m just too happy all the time.”

You frowned and he apologised for light hearted attempt at humour. He only wished to make you smile but he didn’t always hit the mark, though he never stopped trying.

“But in all seriousness, please tell me what’s wrong?”

“I-“

You paused. You wanted to tell him how you felt but it just felt wrong. With Satya there it was just awkward and you didn’t want to feel disrespectful. Instead you faked a smile, attempting to lift the mood.

“It’s nothing Niran, I promise.”

“How about I take you out tomorrow? Just the two of us? A mini date of sorts hmm?”

Either Satya didn’t hear or she didn’t care. You of course were delighted at the thought of spending time with Niran one on one. But you couldn’t help think about Satya and what she would think.

“What about Satya?”

“What about her? She has a lot of meetings tomorrow, she’s very important! I however am not as important as miss Vaswani, so I can spare the evening if you want to take me up on that?”

“I’d love to Niran!”

——🪷——

The morning was chaotic. You had some work to do in the lab but you couldn’t stop thinking about Niran and his choice of words ‘a mini date of sorts’. Was he teasing or was he being serious. With Niran it could go either way. He was difficult to read in most cases but great at reading others. Still you tried not to look too much into it and just accept that whatever it was, it would just be the two of you.

Come the afternoon you were a nervous wreck, stressing over the smallest details. Was the outfit choice too much? Would Niran be just as fancy? Was this a date or not? It was all too much for you to handle. Instead you opted to take a nice hot relaxing bath to melt the stress away. A sigh escaped your lips as you slipped into the warm water, eyes fluttering shut for a moment or two, thinking of Niran. A thought crossed your mind and you wondered if you should tell him how you feel or not. The whole situation was confusing after all. You decided to play it by ear and see how things went, it would be way less awkward that way.

Feeling fresh and relaxed, you dried yourself off and looked at your outfit choice again. A little fancier by your standards, but Niran was a fancy man. He always liked to look his best in any occasion.

“Screw it! What do I have to lose.”

——🪷——

You certainly felt overdressed when you saw Niran. He was wearing his causal attire, hair thrown up in a messy bun. Real cute and homely. Here you were in a dress and pretty heels, embarrassed. Your hair done up all pretty with gorgeous jewellery to match.

“Oh I feel so underdressed.”

“No.. I.. I feel stupid.”

He grinned at you, really taking the time to admire you. For lack of a better word, you were beautiful, truly. Gently he took your hand and lead you back to his dorm, making you fluster.

“I’m sorry to ask for you to wait Y/N, please allow me 10 minuets to dress more to…” He paused again, eyes tracing your every inch of you. “Your standard.” He was enamoured, hardly able to contain his smile, though you weren’t sure if he was just being nice. You watched as he slipped into his room, head spinning from the possibilities. You knew it was just his demeanour and that he was just being a gentleman, but what if it was more than that? You pondered your thoughts outside his dorm until he returned.

“Niran.. you look..”

“Fabulous? Yeah, I know.” He teased with a wide smile.

You playfully roll your eyes at him. He was often like this with Satya, but now she wasn’t here his playfulness appeared to fall onto you, not that you minded one bit of course.

“Flirt! Anyway, where are we going?”

“I was thinking dinner? I assume you haven’t eaten yet? I know I haven’t.”

“Sounds lovely Bua.”

He loved the use of his nickname. You didn’t use it much, it felt somewhat exclusive to Satya, and yet you used it now anyway. Niran wasn’t complaining. He loved when close friends and family used it, quite frankly it made his heart flutter.

“Unlike you to use ‘Bua’ so casually. Not that I mind of course.”

“Well, I figured it was okay Is it not?” You teased him back. If he dishes it out, surely he can take it, right?

“Of course.”

——🪷——

Oh the Pruksamanee influence. Despite being a fugitive he still had some status it seemed. The restaurant was quite a lovely one. The last minuet reservation was quite impressive too, but anything for you, his lovely Y/N.

“This place is gorgeous Niran.”

“Oh isn’t it?” He pulled out your chair for you, tucking you into the table once you took your seat. “I’ve come here with Satya a few times. Charming little place.”

You hide your frown and you hide it well, but as always Niran picks up on it. He takes his own seat, crossing one leg over the other, placing his head in his hand, leaning his elbow on the table, eying you softly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, I promise. I’m just a little stressed from work. I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course, please order anything you would like dear.” His free left hand touches yours from across the table. “My treat. You work hard.”

You both order and Niran picks out a bottle of wine he thinks you’ll enjoy. Something to match the flavours of both your meals, he was use to the finer things in life, but could comfortably live without them too. You couldn’t help but notice how sweet Niran was being with you, he was always sweet but right now, he was treating you like a princess. Almost like he did with Satya. You laughed and flirted over dinner, drinking a little more than you usually would but you were having so much fun with the man opposite you, so it hardly mattered.

“Are you having fun dearest?”

“Yes, I’m a little tipsy though, you might have to carry me home Niri!”

“I fear that may be the case too.” He laughed, such a sweet sound. You often heard it when he was with Satya, but it sounded so much better now that you had been the one to cause it.

Niran ordered another bottle of wine, because according to him, nothing was too good for you. Your senses had been lulled into a sweet concoction of joy and felicity. You were truly on cloud nine. Was this how Satya felt with him? You weren’t sure but honestly you didn’t want a constant reminder of what you were competing with.

“So what made you decide to take me out? I know you mentioned Satya was busy.”

“I just wanted to treat you. I feel like we aren’t as close anymore. You like to come along with me and Satya on crazy days out but I got the feeling you wanted some one on one time.”

Oh he was good. He was very perceptive, both a blessing and a curse. You couldn’t hide much from him. He could read you and everyone else like a book.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me Niran.”

“Can I interest you some dessert? Though you’re already sweet enough.”

My was this man a flirt. Such a warm feeling though, like he genuinely cared about you. He did this to every one, it was one of his love languages after all, but with you it was starting to feel different. Right?

“We could split a slice of cake?”

“I like the way you think Y/N. What are you eyeing most and don’t say me.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him again. This man really was going all out. Still you couldn’t help but lap it up. Tracing your finger down the dessert menu you watch his face light up as you trail over red velvet cake. He’s all smiles when you pick it of course, delighted in the idea of sharing this with you. As you’re waiting for the cake you take another sip of wine, you weren’t sure how much you had, stopped counting long ago. You were far from drunk but your tongue was certainly a little loose your mind overcome with need and want. With him.

“Niran, I have something I need to confess to you.”

“What, do you love me of something?” He winked unknowingly.

Your face said it all, flushed bright read, eyes drifting away from his. The perfect picture of lustful embarrassment. Remember how he was good at reading you. Just one look at you and he knew.

“Y/N.. do you really?”

“Yes… Tonight has been so wonderful and I’ve felt this way a while an-“

“I’m so sorry to cut you off, truly I am..but.. I’m sorry I don’t think I feel the same way. I- I think I’m in love with Satya..”

If heartbreak was an expression, your face said it all. Of course he was. Of course it was Satya. You felt stupid for even giving it a second thought. It had always been Satya. From day one you could see the chemistry between them.

“Oh.. I see.. well she’s a lovely person so.. good luck to you Niran.”

“Y/N.. I’m sorry.. oh god I’ve led you to believe it was mutual..” Things started to fall into place for him.

“No Niran.. I just mistook your kindness for attraction.” You stood up, stumbling a little from the wine. He stood up ready to catch you, worried. “I wish you all the best, I think I’m going to go. Thank you for the evening. I had a great time.”

“Don’t go! Please, let’s just talk..”

“I just want to leave Niran..”

“Then please let me walk you home..”

Despite his protests to walk you home you left, tears threatening to spill at any given moment. You knew the signs. The way he looked at Satya was so obvious. He practically worshiped the grown she walked on. This night was just Niran treating a friend, nothing more. Niran felt awful about it all, watching you leave the restaurant in tears. His head spun with questions about how he felt and what was going on. His heart fluttered whenever he was with Satya. It had started to flutter a little around you, but he couldn’t help but think of her. He felt even worse when the cake you both ordered to share came, now having to eat it alone, without you.

——🪷——

A few days went by since your failure of a date with Niran. He tried to talk with you a few times but you politely excused yourself telling him that you just needed to get in a better headspace and that you still weren’t ready. The look on his face stung. He look so defeated and worried.

“Satya.. I’ve ruined everything.. she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore..”

“Give her some space Niran.. I’m sure she’ll come around when she’s ready.”

Around the same time came the difficulty breathing. It started off as a small cough that was manageable enough, but worry started to set in when you coughed up what appeared to be lotus petals. Confusion was too light of a word to use in this situation, you couldn’t understand why this would be happening to you. It’s wasn’t like you ate any lotus flowers recently, or at all for that matter. You tried your best to hide it from your coworkers at the base as well as Niran. You assumed that it would just go away, but a week had passed and it was getting worse. The coughs turning violent as you desperately tried to clear your lungs. Soon you were coughing up blood along with the petals and you knew this wasn’t right. It hurt. It hurt so badly. You avoided it for so long and it felt like someone was stabbing your lungs and throat constantly. Enough was enough and you went to see Dr Ziegler hoping for some Mercy from this pain.

“Oh, this sounds like Hanahaki Disease.. You poor thing. Let’s get you an X-Ray, see if we can’t remove the flowers with surgery.”

“Surgery?! Flowers?!”

You didn’t understand what was happening to you, and now surgery was apart of this whole ordeal. Things were getting too much and you could barely handle it.

“Hanahanki is a painful and draining condition where you have flowers growing in your lungs. It’s caused by unrequited love.. oh you poor thing. Judging by the type of flower petals.. it’s safe to assume..”

“Niran Pruksamanee.. yes..”

She gave you a sympathetic smile. Things didn’t make much sense but at least you knew what it was that was causing you so much pain. Dr Ziegler had you lie on a bed as she took an X-Ray of your chest to see how far the disease had progressed. In most cases it was a slow moving disease, one that was treatable with surgery, at the cost of the persons love for the one who caused it. However you weren’t so lucky. Dr Ziegler gasped at the progression in which the flowers had began to grow.

“I.. I’m so sorry but surgery just isn’t an option Y/N. The flowers are too developed, I would risk causing you serious damage..”

“Am I going to die..?”

“No, there’s another way.. Niran has to reciprocate your love.. but I’m not sure if th-“

“I’m going to die. It’s okay, you can be straight with me.. how long..?”

“Maybe a few weeks if you’re lucky. Do you want me to talk to Nir-“

“No. Thank you but no. He doesn’t love me.. he.. he deserves to be happy.”

The Dr was kind enough to give you some pain relief before sending you home on ‘bed rest’, though you referred to it as your death bed. She promised not to talk to Niran about it, per your request, which you decided was for the best. The pain only got worse from here. Soon you found yourself coughing up more and more petals, accompanied by more blood. You were dying and you sure did feel like it with all the pain going on.

——🪷——

“I don’t know what to do Satya… I’m so torn it hurts… it hurts so much…”

“Bua.. Why won’t you just tell me what happened..”

Niran couldn’t tell her. His feelings were so confusing. He was certain he loved her but just thinking of you was enough to drive him crazy.

“It.. it doesn’t matter. I miss her coming with us on our little days out.. she looks so sad all the time Satya.. I caused that.. me..”

“Niran I promise you that it’s fine.. I’m no good at reading people like you are, but anyone can see the girl just needs a break.”

“It’s been a whilst since I last saw her.. I hope she’s okay…”

Satya sighed pulling him into a big hug, which gladly accepted breaking down into tears. His head was spinning with constant conflict over you and her. He swore he loved Satya, not being able to get enough of her. However after that evening he spent with you he wasn’t so sure that was true. Regardless he melted into her touch as she rubbed his back, promising things would be okay and that she loved him, platonically, though Niran was further drawn into chaos. A depression setting in his mind.

——🪷——

Weeks passed since your diagnoses and things were looking as if they were about to end. You were throwing up bloody petals hourly now. The pain was too much to handle. You’d be glad when it was all over. You couldn’t help but think of Niran, pining for him to take this pain away, and yet, he was with Satya now. Surely he had told her he loved her by now. You were sure they were so happy together. With you gone, nothing would stop him. Your thoughts lingered on Satya and you wanted to speak with her, wanting her to pass on a message to Niran of sorts.

With all the strength you could muster you get up from your bed and ask a passer by to get Satya. Maybe she wouldn’t come. Maybe she didn’t care. But maybe it was worth a try. One final attempt before the flowers killed you. Minuets passed and to your suprised she came, a little confused why you asked for her.

“Y/N? You wanted to speak with me. Niran’s been worried an-“

“Satya. I just want you to promise me something. Please?”

She nodded and took a seat next to your bed. She had already began stimming, feeling the pressure and tension of the uncertain situation. You didn’t blame Satya for anything. You could see why Niran liked her. She was gorgeous, smart, his childhood friend. Her intellect was a wondrous thing, ask her anything about Hard Light and she could list off more facts than the inventor themself. She was effortlessly beautiful in every way. Her satin black hair perfectly straight and flowing down her back, an obsidian waterfall. Niran had probably loved her forever. There was no competing with that.

“Are you sick..?”

“Yeah. It’s not contagious so please don’t worry.”

She nodded and sighed from relief. She hated getting sick, a small phobia of hers. Knowing Niran he would just love to wrap her up warm and take care of her all day, leaving her little kisses and whispering her sweet nothings. They belonged together.

“Listen Satya, you and Niran are perfect together. I’m happy for you both, really I am.. will you promise me something?”

“I can try..”

“Will you look after him for me when I’m gone? Niran I mean..”

“Are you going somewhere?”

She was far too sweet for this world. It made you smile. She wasn’t stupid, far from it, just struggled with social ques and picking up on subtle hints.

“I’m dying Satya.”

Her face hardly reacted, normal for her, though you did notice that she stopped stimming. She was probably processing everything you had just said. It must be a lot to handle for anyone, but especially her. After a few moments her lip quivered showing you just how saddened she was, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it. She tapped her head set as calmly as she could without breaking down, taking a deep breath. Unbeknownst to you she has started a call with Niran and Dr Ziegler.

“I have Hanahaki disease… I’m starting to-“

As if the timing couldn’t be more perfect you threw up another round of petals and blood, demonstrating your disease to her. It was violent, pain tearing through your throat as if you were being scorched from the inside.

“Y/N!” She reached out to rub your back softly as you retch and heave up the petals, seering pain burning your lungs. It was agony. Tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill as you gasped for air so desperately. As quickly as it began it was over, allowing you some time to breathe, even if it was a struggle.

“Y/N… Niran has been going crazy.. he’s been breaking down into tears over you.. he’s spent so many sleepless nights agonising over his decision to reject you.” She takes her place by your side again, deciding that the back rubs weren’t helping much. She felt to awkward and helpless. “I’ve never seen Niran so devastated Y/N.. He’s been over analysing everything.. it’s been rather annoying to hear him babble on about how he wishes he put more thought into it rather than jumping to an answer.. how you could have been together right now if he would have just thought it through. Y/N.. he really does care.”

Before you could answer Niran burst through your door eyes meeting yours immediately, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked awful, just as Satya had mentioned. The sleepless nights haven’t been kind to him and he was in need of a good nights rest. His hair matted and tangled into a half done up do. The embodiment of depression.

“Y/N!! Oh my god I’m so sorry.. I’m so so so sorry..”

He was at your side almost instantly, Satya moving back to give him some space. He took your hand bringing it up to his cheek. His skin was warm yet wet and tear stained. The way Niran looked at you was like you were an Angel, admiring your beauty. The way he yearned for you was too much to handle. You felt your lungs begin to burn again, a reminder that you couldn’t be happy.

“Please don’t leave me! You can’t go..”

He held your hand tighter almost willing you to stay. He was scared. Really scared. You didn’t need his gift of soul reading to know that. Anyone could see it.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry… please forgive me beautiful.. I’m so sorry…”

The burning was all too much for you to handle now. You wanted to say something anything but now you just couldn’t breathe. This disease was killing you, at the worst possible time. Niran watched in horror as your eyes flickered closed as if fighting off sleepiness, before you blacked out, slumping on the bed.

“Y/N!!” He began to panic harder now really worried for your life. He attempted to find your pulse on your wrist searching for any signs that you weren’t dead. When he couldn’t find it he searched your neck, panic already gripping at his body. “NO NO NO NO!!!” He screamed panicking harder and harder, searching in desperation for your pulse, refusing to give up on you. “PLEASE! YOU CAN’T! NOT NOW, NOT WHEN I’VE REALISED THE TRUTH!”

He begged and pleaded with you to wake up, going as far as to shake you, pleading with you to open your pretty eyes. Satya watched in horror as her best friend broke down once again, knowing that there was nothing she could do to help him.

“I LOVE YOU!! WAKE UP!!”

“Niran..” Satya started before Dr Ziegler rushed in. Niran was hysterical now, the thought of losing you was all too much for him. He screamed, cried and begged even as he was ripped away from your near lifeless body by a few assistants of the Dr. All so they could treat you.

“Niran it’s going to be okay.. please..” Satya grabbed her friend and held him for dear life as he screamed for you louder and louder. “Please Niran.. please..” Satya began to cry too hating the terrible sounds coming from her friend. It was truly an awful sight to behold. “I’m here.. I’m not letting go.. I’m here..” She comforted him much like he always comforted her. Promising him that she was his constant. That nothing would stop her from helping him.

“Satya, will you watch him?” Dr Ziegler called before rushing out of the room to her office. She didn’t need a reply, knowing Satya was already on it.

Niran continued to scream, slumping to his knees dragging Satya with him, eventually resting his head on her shoulder, sobbing as his heart broke once more.

——🪷——

Days passed and Niran progressively got worse and worse. He hadn’t moved from his lab desk opting to stare at it mumbling nothing but barely coherent words of apologies and sweet nothings for you.

“I’m sorry tîi-rák… oh please forgive me sweet thing.. I love you..”

Satya dropped by as often as she could, forcing him to eat something and drink some water. He refused most of the time however, resulting in her forcefully making him drink water, and pleading with him to eat.

“I’m sorry… please… please wake up.. you have no idea how much I need you to wake up..”

He couldn’t sleep. He was too worried about you. Too focused on things he left unsaid. Too restless to even flirt with the idea of sleep. Not when he could have been flirting with you. If only he took the time to think.

“You have to wake up.. there’s so much I need to tell you… I’m so sorry… please… please forgive me… don’t leave…”

Whenever he thought of you lying there dying, he began to meltdown. His barely coherent mumbling turning into screams. He began throwing things and slamming his hands on his desk. He tossed a picture of you in one for of rage before dropping to his knees cradling it close to his heart, apologising for hurting you again. Satya ended up staying with him that night after he cut himself. He told her it was an accident, she didn’t believe him.

Eventually Niran ventured outside his lab finding himself in your dorm room. The door was left unlocked and untouched. He felt his tears form again as he stepped inside, the trauma like a punch to his stomach. Crazed with guilt and grief he climbed onto your bed, pulling a pillow to cuddle with, your scent being his pull to reality. Niran became dizzy with the idea of spending sleepless nights beside you, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathed soundly next to him. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed but when he next looked up it was early evening, the sun beginning to set. He spotted a couple of bloodied lotus petals lying on the floor. They must have fallen from your covers as you were pulled out of bed by the Dr. Curious by nature he picked them up, studying their shape and the dried blood they were coated in.

“Hanahaki.. these must be the petals..” He mumbled to himself. “Hmm pretty Lotuses..”

He started to collect each and everyone he could find, by which there were many. He wasn’t sure what he would do yet, but he knew he wanted to find a cure. Niran returned to his lab spreading the petals across his desk and staring intently at them, sobbing his heart out at the thought of the women he loved lying lifeless in a hospital bed.

“You can’t take her from me… I know I rejected her.. I know.. I screwed up… I know I did… but I love her..”

Sitting back on his chair and pulling his hair loose hair back into a messy bun, he sat relentlessly studying the petals for hours upon hours, wishing for nothing more than a breakthrough. This was harder than his Biolight breakthrough. He was too scared to even try Biolight in case the flowers grew out of control, killing you. Life as he knew it was dwindling into grey hues. The colour no longer relevant to him. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted you. He stayed at his desk for another handful of days, continuously sobbing and begging for death to take him too.

——🪷——

“Niran!!” Satya rushed in to his lab, shaking her best friend awake. He had finally been stolen by sleep itself, the rest much needed but sadly not enough. “She’s stable!! She’s alive Bua!!”

“Huh.. Satya?”

“SHE’S ALIVE! GO!”

With no hesitation he makes a beeline for you. So desperate to see just darling Angel. His headspace had been so worryingly bad recently that he just needed this. He needed to tell you that he loved you. That you were the one for him. That he chose you. Upon arriving he sees you’re still unconscious, his heart swelling with disappointment, yet he stayed, longing for you to wake up.

“Not done with your beauty sleep kon-dii? Well I think you’re already beautiful enough..”

Dr Ziegler smiled at him, his love for you making her swoon. She offered him a seat and told him to stay as long as he liked. To yell for her or Baptiste should he need anyone. Niran was content with sitting by your side, knowing that you could wake up soon, with any luck.

“Please wake up wãan-jai.. how can we be in love if you sleep all the time precious.”

He delicately reaches for your hand and presses it against his chest.

“Do you feel my heart? It beats for you.”

He continued to tell you sweet nothings, praising you for being strong, apologising over and over again. Your sweet face put a smile on his own. You looked so peaceful like that, his heart could barely take it.

“Oh the things you do to me sweet one. Please wake up.”

He bit his lip, trying to keep from kissing you. Niran was a serial romantic. He treasured the idea of true loves first kiss waking you from your sweet slumber. A fairy tale of sorts. He leant in close, eyes flickering from your lips to your softly closed eyes, then back to your lips.

“I beg you dearest.. wake up so I can kiss you properly.”

The moment his lips planted on yours, your eyes flutter open, almost as if true loves first kiss had worked. The kiss was soft and delicate, yet so passionate and warm. You mumble his name against his lips, before kissing him back, the sensation shocking him into realisation.

“Y/N?!” He pulled back from your lips leaving you starved and frowning a little, but you were so happy to see him. “You’re.. YOU’RE ALIVE! I MISSED YOU!”

“Currently alive yes. I missed yo- mmmphh”

Without thinking he kissed you again, this time with burning desire and need. His emotions were all over the place but if there’s one thing he knew, it was that he loved you.

“Please forgive me Y/N! I was such a fool.. I caused this.. all of it!! My darling please forgive m-“

You cut him off with another sweet kiss, feeling as his anxiety melted away. All the pain and sadness drifted off leaving him calmer and more refined. He was stunned for a few seconds after you pulled away. Truly a gorgeous sight.

“What a beautiful way of telling me to shut up.”

“You were panicking over nothing. I needed a way to calm you down, and we kiss now apparently?”

Niran’s blush is quite the sight. It spread so quickly across his handsome features, as he stared at you with such love and adoration. He looked as if he were the happiest man alive.

“I’m a little confused though Niran.. Won’t Satya be mad..?”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.. it’s you I’m in love with. I.. got my feelings confused and as it turns out.. my heart pounded whenever I was near you.. and well.. because I’m with Satya whenever I’m with you.. I.. assumed it was her.”

His hand takes yours again placing it on his heart so you could once again feel the pounding of his heart against his chest. A sign that he was telling the truth.

“When my heart started pounding on our dinner date.. I.. I freaked out dearest. My heart told me one thing and my brain told me another… Satya. I spoke without thinking..”

You felt so much better after hearing his confession. Your chest felt lighter and it felt like you could breathe colours, it was wonderful. After so long on short air capacity you felt a little woozy from the sudden intake of air. Niran noticed your change in behaviour and how dizzy you were. Always was good at reading you.

“Careful! I have you.” He caught you before you fell off the side of the bed, laying you back down gently. “Falling for me already tîi-ràk? How cute.”

“Flirt.”

“But you love me for it?”

“I do.”

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

With no hesitation you happily agreed watching as the smile on his face grew. His eyes sparkled with happy tears as he hugged you tight, lightly squealing from happiness. It was a low sound but enough to make you smile too. He was your boyfriend now. You would live.

——🪷——

Satya was happy for the both of you, although she lectured you both for assuming feelings without just asking her about it.

“So Niran you mean to tell me this WHOLE TIME you could have just asked me how I felt about you? THIS COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED!?”

“Yes dearest bu- OUCH!”

She had slapped him, nothing hard but enough to shock his system. She was royally ticked off by his lack of brain cells, despite him being one of the smartest men on base. You couldn’t help but giggle as the pair squabbled over the misunderstanding. You realised that Niran truly was like this with everyone but with you it was so different. Satya smiled at you glad to see you were okay, before continuing to scold Niran for being a fool and assuming things that just weren’t true. She adored him but no more than she did a childhood friend.

“Dummy!!” She smiled hugging him before hugging you too, ecstatic for her two favourite people.

Everything had fallen into place. You and Niran were an item now. Something everyone on base was excited about. Niran seeked therapy for the trauma and was doing much better now, especially as he had you in your life. You were doing much better, often checking in with the Dr to ensure the flowers had stopped growing. Soon you started going on regular dates, enjoying each others company and love for one another, Satya still tagged along on most of your dates, very much welcomed by the both of you, opting to sit quietly at the table watching as you often shared a piece of red velvet cake.