#indigo splash

[pink-pone]

The whole family's here! Mom, Dad, Oldest son, Middle son and Youngest son! Please bear with me if you're interested in their lore, I need to update toyhouse and many other sites with their info lol

[the-howling-wind]

It's still early for a Christmas present, but once I have an idea I can't simply stand still and keep it for myself so...

I wanted to draw @pink-pone 's sibling trio since the Art Fight, but I wasn't able to do it in the end, so Christmas seemed a perfect opportunity to a) draw them b) motivate myself to draw c) spread some holiday cheer d) hopefully making happy an artist I appreciate so much

So here's Sour Punch, Benji Buttons and Indigo Splash out caroling appropriately dressed up, bringing some warmth on a cold evening of December

Under the cut the lineart as an extra

[radiation-station]

Haha, guess who TOTALLY forgot to post this immediately after the other one?

Anyway, this here is one of my favorite things I've ever drawn! Since there were still a couple days hours of July left, I figured I would go through my mutuals' lists of OCs and try and wrangle as many disabled characters as I could for one big Disability Awareness Month piece! This was the last thing I made for Art Fight, and what a doozy it was to put together! I found a brush I liked to make the shadows of the tree's leaves, though I could have used it a little more effectively. I ran out of time in the end, so there's a lot of detail I never got to add on, like proper shadows and Cutie Marks.

Characters (and their owners!) in order from left to right, back to front: Indigo Splash (@pink-pone) Orange Sherbert (@mymind-theirvisions) Hicks (@sugar0612) Crystal Evening (@frej3318 I really hope I got that right!) Nimrie (@ourhome-ourstory) Airflow (Me!) Sweet Placebo (@caballo-bay-missives Also me!) Amaryllis (@askablindflorist) Puzzle Piece (@unlocktheaskblog) Jasmine Fahrenheit (@techbro-arts) Frae Welk (@ask-tay-relic)

[melon-official]

celebrating a complete catalog and a successful rank-up match

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3667 - Pixie/Pixiu

Mated On: 2024-08-08 # of eggs: 1 Hatched On: 2024-08-13

Progeny:

Hatchling 9758 - Fathom Male, Indigo Savannah/Navy Current/Splash Spines, Common - 15 gems on 2024-10-15

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[peachdues]

SCALED — the teaser

Sailor!Sanemi x Mermaid!Reader • 18+

A/N: it’s Sanemi’s turn to be the monsterfucker, y’all.

CW: the tiniest bit suggestive but be warned: this story will be hella NSFW. MDNI. Sanemi gets a taste of mermussy later

There, amidst the cragged adamant, is a flash of blue. Not the blue of the ocean, with its subtle greens that shift in and out of the sun’s punishing rays. It was the blue of jewels; of precious sapphires and tourmalines like those he’d seen hanging from ropes of silver the nobles wore around their necks. Indigo, too, like the watery trail left behind by the moon when it hung fat and silver in the night sky.

The very precise shade of blue Douma had described.

Sanemi squints harder as the blue shifts and sways atop the rocks. The sun glitters off the whorls of color, blending them together just as much as it pulls them apart. A sudden wave knocks harshly up the side of the ship, spraying his face with sea water. When he finishes wiping the salt from his eyes, the ship has moved a little closer into shore, and Sanemi can finally make out the source of the blue.

A woman. No, he shakes his head as he wipes the back of his hand again across his eyes. Not a woman — not fully. True, she bears all the upper attributes of a woman: two arms, pretty hands, and human breasts bared toward the sun. Her face too, is human, even if her beauty is otherworldly. But, as Sanemi tracks his eyes down the length of her form, he sees that her humanity stops right below her navel. Where her hips should give way to two legs — and the paradise he knows, as a man, must lie between them — there are only scales. Rich, cobalt scales, untinteruppted as they stretch down down down the side of the rock.

Drifting lazily in the surf is the tip of her great tail.

A mermaid.

Sanemi’s jaw slackens. A swear creeps up his throat, but it dies on his tongue, now too dry, too swollen to force it out.

A charter could undertake a thousand different expeditions to seek out a mermaid only to return empty handed — if it returned at all. Yet, here he was, stranded on a ship that managed to come across one on her maiden voyage. Even if Sanemi had been a betting man, this is the sort of odd he’d never have the stones to wager. Not if his life depended on it.

He thinks he should count his lucky stars he doesn’t have such vices. Otherwise, he would’ve been deprived of this — of her and her enchanting beauty — if he had.

Silently, he watches the mermaid in awe until the ship has nearly passed the rock upon which she suns.

Her eyes flash to his.

Sanemi dares not blink; neither does she. Even the call seagulls fades beneath the gentle crash of the waves lapping against the ship’s hull.

A mermaid is the price to gain back what we lost, boy. Douma had boasted with his too sharp smile and too sharp teeth. Perhaps you’ll win your freedom by helping us gain ours.

He thinks of his mother; of his sisters and their frightened faces and rigid shoulders as Douma’s men leered and taunted them; of the gash his brother now bears across his cheek.

He thinks of the beautiful creature watching him warily from her sanctuary among the lodestone, her tail dragging slowly through the water.

Fuck ‘em. He won’t say a damn word.

“Boy!”

On reflex, Sanemi whips around. Scanning the deck, he finds the irritated mug of Kyogai, snarling and sneering at him from the quarter deck. A quick glance overboard and Sanemi holds up two fingers; two meters between the rocks and the ship’s starboard side.

Kyogai scoffs and turns away. The rest of the crew ignore him, too busy throwing rope and drawing in the sails as they prepare to anchor. For a long moment he remains frozen, feet cemented to the forecastle with no memory of how to move. Only when he feels the familiar shudder shake below the keel is he able to move his tight limbs.

He does not hear the faint splash of water over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

Breathe, idiot. He commands himself. In, one, two, three through his nose; let the salt ignite his blood, creep up the back of his tongue, before he lets it out in the same count. Repeat. Repeat again, until his errant pulse calms. Then he will look.

When Sanemi finally turns back, the mermaid is gone.

[solxamber]

Summer Nights with: Housewardens + Jamil

Riddle Rosehearts: Sunset Picnic

The beach is glowing in the soft, honeyed light of the setting sun as you and Riddle set up your little picnic. The spread he prepared is impressive—tiny sandwiches cut to geometrically perfect triangles, fresh fruit neatly sliced, and, of course, a beautiful tea set because Riddle wouldn’t dare let you drink from anything less.

He’s organized every detail down to the napkins, each one folded with the kind of precision only Riddle could manage on a sandy beach.

“Everything looks amazing, Riddle,” you say, grinning as he finishes laying out the plates. You reach for one of the sandwiches, hesitating, and he gives you a small nod of approval, that familiar little quirk of his lips barely there but unmistakably proud. It’s a face he probably doesn’t realize he’s making, and it fills you with a warm, giddy feeling.

“I wanted to ensure everything was perfect,” he says, a little stiff but earnest. “Picnics require planning and, naturally, precise arrangements.” He starts to explain why certain foods pair better with the salty sea air, but you can’t stop watching the light catch in his red hair, the way it glows warm and bright as the sun dips lower. You try not to laugh too loudly when he catches you staring, stumbling over his words as his face flushes a deeper red than you thought possible.

It’s when you’re halfway through a pastry that a gull decides to make a surprise swoop in for an attempt at dessert. Riddle bats it away with the napkin he’d just set perfectly, muttering something about “unacceptable behavior from public wildlife” before composing himself and offering you his arm for a stroll along the beach. It’s such a typical Riddle response that you have to bite back a laugh, feeling a strange, happy ache in your chest.

You link arms with him, and the two of you start walking along the shoreline as the sun continues to melt into the horizon. He’s close, close enough that his shoulder bumps yours with each step, and you feel the warmth radiate from him even as a cool evening breeze begins to settle in. Riddle is quiet for a few moments, looking out toward the waves, his face soft and thoughtful.

“This evening is…” he begins, and you can tell he’s searching for the right words. “It’s quite…pleasant, isn’t it?”

You smile at his careful choice of words, a classic understatement. “Riddle, you’ve outdone yourself. It’s perfect,” you say, squeezing his arm.

He relaxes a bit, giving you that tiny, almost shy smile he only shares when you’re alone like this. “I’m…glad you’re enjoying yourself. It isn’t often that I get to do something so…free,” he admits, glancing away as his ears pinken.

You walk on in comfortable silence, letting your feet sink into the cool sand. The only sounds are the gentle crash of waves and the soft squish of your steps. And then, impulsively, you let go of his arm, running forward to splash through the shallow waves. He stares, caught off guard, before breaking into a smile that’s full and bright, his laugh surprising and infectious as he watches you dodge the incoming surf.

“Come on, Riddle!” you call, extending a hand toward him. “No rules, remember?”

He hesitates only a second before slipping off his shoes and stepping in, a bit awkward but determined as he lets you pull him along. He doesn’t protest as the water laps around his ankles, nor does he scold you when you pull him right into a particularly big wave. His only response is a rare, playful smile as he lifts an arm to shield himself from the splash, then softly grips your hand, steadying you both as you stumble from laughing.

The stars begin to dot the sky, and the last traces of sunlight fade to a gentle indigo. Riddle’s voice is soft when he speaks next. “I never would have done something like this,” he admits, his eyes on the distant waves. “Not until you… You’ve changed my life in more ways than I thought possible.”

Your heart flutters, and the sincerity in his gaze makes it impossible to joke, even though your instinct is to lighten the moment. “You mean everything to me, Riddle. Really.”

His hand tightens in yours, his expression shifting to something so tender it makes your breath catch. “Thank you,” he murmurs, voice barely a whisper. “I never thought I’d feel so…so at ease. Especially not here with—well, anyone.” He clears his throat, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze again, his eyes soft, vulnerable in a way that makes your heart race.

You stand there in silence, lost in each other’s eyes, the cool waves washing over your feet. Eventually, Riddle leans forward, brushing a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead. It’s delicate, hesitant, as if he’s savoring each second.

When he pulls back, he lets out a tiny breath, then nods, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. “Shall we continue?” he asks, the corners of his mouth lifting in a gentle, almost bashful smile.

You nod, linking arms once more as you walk back, each step filled with an unspoken promise, the kind of love that feels more boundless than the sea itself.

Leona: Stargazing

The night’s air was soft and warm, perfect for lying under the stars. Leona and you had managed to find a quiet spot, away from the crowds and even farther from prying eyes, just outside the city’s lights. Blankets spread across the grass, you leaned back, letting the cool, green scent of the earth mix with the distant murmur of the breeze.

Leona, as usual, looked like he belonged in this setting. Reclining with his arm lazily behind his head, green eyes half-lidded as he looked up at the stars, he didn’t seem even remotely distracted. Which was rare. You couldn’t help but grin at how relaxed he was, how right he looked there next to you, his expression unusually soft.

“Didn’t think stargazing was your thing,” you said, letting your hand find his.

A low chuckle rumbled from him, almost like he was barely holding it back. “You’re right. It’s not. Only reason I’m here is ‘cause you are.”

His words should’ve sounded casual, but there was something in his tone that made you want to melt. With Leona, compliments were rare but always real, always hitting a little deeper than you expected.

You turned your face to the stars for a moment, letting his words settle like an extra layer of warmth. The sky was thick with them tonight, a kind of quiet show for the two of you. “Aren’t you at least a little bit curious, though? You know, about what’s out there?”

“Not really. Stars are just lights, herbivore. I don’t see the big deal,” he replied, then, after a pause, added with a smirk, “But… I’m more interested in what’s right here.”

Of course. Right on cue. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that so?” you teased, poking him in the ribs with an elbow.

“Watch it,” he muttered, his fingers lacing with yours and holding you in place. His grip was firm but warm, and there was something so steady, so grounding about the way he held your hand, his fingers curling protectively around yours.

You leaned into his side, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest, the steadiness of his presence right next to you. For a guy who claimed he didn’t care much about stargazing, he was certainly taking his time.

The night deepened, and you felt yourself slipping into a comfortable haze. The silence was sweet, each passing minute less about the stars and more about just being near each other. And then, you caught him looking at you, his usual smirk replaced by a softer gaze. His expression was one you rarely saw, one that felt completely genuine, like he didn’t even realize you’d caught him.

“What are you staring at?” you whispered, a little more breathlessly than you intended.

His smirk returned, but his tone was quieter, less playful, as he murmured, “Nothing that isn’t mine already.”

It was impossible not to smile, to feel the warmth blooming across your face. But before you could come up with a reply, he’d tugged you down into his arms, wrapping himself around you in a way that left absolutely no space between the two of you. The stars felt almost irrelevant now, each one fading in comparison to the feeling of him beside you.

And as the night stretched on, you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, surrounded by stars and held by a silence that felt like home.

Azul Ashengrotto: Moonlit Dance

The beach is bathed in moonlight, and you’re wrapped in a soft, intimate silence with Azul, the night stretching around you like it’s been painted just for this moment. The waves lap gently against the shore, the cool sea breeze tugging at your clothes, and in the quiet, Azul extends his hand, his gaze soft and almost shy.

“Would you… dance with me?” he asks, his voice as soft as the night.

You slide your hand into his, feeling his fingers tighten slightly as he leads you into a slow, graceful rhythm under the stars. There’s a tenderness in his every movement, a carefulness, as if he’s afraid you might vanish if he doesn’t hold you close enough. He glances down, just barely meeting your eyes, and the slightest blush colors his cheeks, bringing a sweet warmth to his normally composed features.

As the two of you sway, he lets out a quiet laugh, his gaze turning to the horizon. "I must admit, dancing here... under the stars... feels like something out of a dream."

"Then let’s make it one we won’t wake up from," you whisper, leaning in just a bit closer.

For a while, you dance in silence, and then—seemingly gathering his courage—Azul spins you and, with a soft breath, dips you low, his eyes wide as he holds you steady. His face is so close to yours, every detail softened by the moonlight, and he swallows, clearly flustered yet smiling. You can’t help but laugh, and he joins you, his voice a low, warm hum that fills the air between you.

Before you know it, you’re pulling him into a dip of his own, and he lets out a surprised, quiet laugh, gripping your arms as you bring him back up. You’re both laughing softly now, and he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek as his smile softens.

Without another word, he leans in, closing the distance between you with a kiss, gentle and warm, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, quiet promise. It’s a kiss that says everything he sometimes struggles to put into words, a sweetness that speaks of his care, his love, his wonder at being here with you.

When you part, his gaze remains locked on yours, his thumb brushing softly over your hand. "I never thought… I would ever share a moment like this with someone,” he murmurs, his voice so sincere it makes your heart ache a little.

You smile, bringing your forehead to his, feeling the warmth of his breath, the softness of his hands holding you close. "Well, it looks like you’re stuck with me for a few more dances."

His lips curve in a gentle, almost shy smile, but his eyes are shining as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you sway under the stars, feeling like you’re the only two people in the world.

Kalim Al-Asim: Nighttime Drive-In

Kalim’s eyes are practically sparkling as he takes in the sight of the massive outdoor screen and rows of cars, all parked under the blanket of night. “This is amazing!” he exclaims, his voice brimming with excitement as he hops out of the car. “A whole movie in a car? And we don’t even have to wear tuxedos or sit in a velvet chair?”

You laugh, grabbing his hand as he leans back into the car with a bright smile. “Not exactly the red carpet, huh?”

He shakes his head, grinning ear to ear. “Way better. It’s like our own secret world here!” He gestures to the backseat, which, thanks to him, is overflowing with an assortment of treats—popcorn, candy, nachos, sodas, even a small box of cupcakes. "I didn't know what snacks people usually get, so I just brought everything!"

“Of course you did,” you chuckle, squeezing his hand. “You know, they usually sell snacks here.”

“Oh!” His face lights up. “Then we should buy some more! I can hand them out to people—it’ll be fun!” And with that, he’s already leaning out the window, cheerfully offering snacks to anyone in earshot. A few nearby people laugh, some take him up on the offer, and soon, Kalim’s practically holding court from the car, as if the drive-in is the most thrilling event of the year.

Eventually, though, the movie starts, and Kalim settles in beside you, practically bouncing in his seat as he tries to watch the screen and point out funny moments. Every few minutes, he turns to you with wide eyes, laughing softly. “Did you see that?” he whispers, as if you weren’t sitting right there. “This is great, we need to come to these all the time!”

“You know you’re supposed to actually watch the movie, right?” you tease, bumping his shoulder.

Kalim chuckles, nudging you back. “But I don’t want to miss a second of seeing this with you. Besides,” he says with a mischievous smile, “I think this part’s way more exciting.” He takes your hand, drawing you a little closer as he intertwines your fingers. The movie fades into the background as he leans over, his laughter softening into a gentle smile that makes your heart feel like it’s about to burst.

As the night settles, the energy around you shifts, and the once-lively atmosphere turns tender and quiet. Kalim drapes a blanket over your shoulders, pulling you close so your head rests against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you protectively.

“This is kind of perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and sincere. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, a subtle blush lighting up his cheeks as he gazes down at you with warm, adoring eyes. “Thanks for bringing me here. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun just… being.”

You smile, lifting your head to catch his lips in a soft kiss, one that lingers longer than either of you expected. When you pull back, he’s grinning, a little dazed but more than happy. “Can we do this every night?” he whispers, fingers tracing little patterns on your arm.

“Maybe not every night,” you laugh, resting your hand against his cheek, “but definitely any time you want.”

He beams, pressing his forehead against yours. “Deal. Now, let’s make sure we finish every last snack we brought,” he says, grinning as he pops a piece of popcorn in your mouth before stealing a kiss—sweeter than any of the candy piled up around you.

Jamil Viper: Midnight Swim

The night air is cool, and the water looks almost magical under the moonlight, its surface shimmering with soft ripples. You’re already up to your waist, playfully splashing around, but Jamil is still standing at the edge, arms crossed as he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, the corners of his mouth quirking up in that half-smile you know too well. “You know, it’s not really my thing to… jump into random bodies of water at night.”

“Come on,” you laugh, waving him over. “It’s just us, the moon, and the water. Think of it as a mini adventure—no schedules, no duties.”

He sighs, rolling his eyes a little, but you can see the fondness in them. “Fine, but only because you’re stubborn.” He wades in slowly, the water barely making a ripple as he slips in beside you, his usually precise movements softened in the calm, quiet setting.

You drift closer, feeling the water carry you both into an easy rhythm. The night is silent, save for the gentle lapping of the water, and for once, Jamil looks entirely relaxed. No carefully crafted expression, no alert gaze scanning for potential chaos—just Jamil, as he is, quietly peaceful in the moonlight.

After a moment, he lets out a soft sigh, almost as if he’s finally allowing himself to enjoy it. “You know, I have to admit… I can see the appeal,” he murmurs, glancing over at you with a rare, unguarded smile. “Feels like everything just… stops.”

The two of you float side by side, comfortable in the quiet, and bit by bit, he starts talking. About little moments from his day, funny memories he normally wouldn’t share, dreams he usually keeps close to his chest. It’s as if the night, the water, and your presence have created a place where he feels safe enough to let go.

When you reach out to brush a wet strand of hair from his face, he doesn’t flinch or pull away. Instead, he leans into your touch, his gaze softening as he catches your hand, holding it against his cheek.

“Thank you,” he says softly, a hint of emotion in his voice. “For convincing me to try something new.” His fingers trace a light pattern along your wrist, and there’s something almost reverent in his expression as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours with a warmth that makes you feel like you’re floating.

As you part, he chuckles, sounding almost shy. “I’ll admit… it was worth getting a little out of my comfort zone.”

You grin, leaning into his side as the two of you drift together, his arm wrapping around you to hold you close. In the moonlit water, his usual guardedness has slipped away, leaving just the two of you sharing a rare, quiet peace. As he presses another gentle kiss to your temple, you feel your heart swell, more than a little in love with the rare, beautiful serenity of the moment—and the way he’s finally, finally letting you see his softer side.

Vil Schoenheit: Bonfire Night

The scene is perfect from the start. Vil has every detail arranged with flawless precision: the bonfire flickers elegantly, framed by a semi-circle of blankets, and an artful spread of chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows gleams in the firelight. He turns to you with a graceful smile, gesturing for you to sit, and you can’t help but think that if anyone can make s’mores look like a scene out of a classic romance, it’s Vil.

The night air is warm, and as Vil carefully toasts a marshmallow, he holds it over the fire with a practiced elegance. The marshmallow never catches flame, never bubbles too much—it’s a perfect golden brown. Watching him concentrate on such a simple act, his face softened by the glow, feels almost like an intimate privilege, as if he’s revealing something vulnerable just by indulging in this little tradition.

But the fun really begins when he offers you his masterpiece. “Now, this is how a marshmallow should look,” he murmurs, extending it with all the poise of someone handing over a rare delicacy. You take a bite, nodding seriously, though the gooey marshmallow nearly sticks to your lips. Vil looks on with amusement, laughing softly at the sight. “I suppose there’s charm in the chaos of s’mores after all,” he muses.

After a few rounds of attempting his perfection, he starts loosening up, even experimenting by making one for himself that’s just a little… charred. “Careful,” you tease him, nudging his shoulder, “you’re about to get soot on that spotless track record of yours.”

He laughs, a rare, unguarded laugh that sparkles in the quiet night. “Tonight, I think I’ll allow it,” he says, before diving into his treat, unbothered by the crumbs or the faint stickiness left on his fingers. The firelight dances across his face, catching every angle with a golden glow, and you’re struck by the warmth in his smile, a stark contrast to his usual poise.

At some point, as you’re leaning back against the blanket, he pulls you closer, arms wrapped loosely around you, and you feel his cheek brush against your hair. “It’s strange,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, “to think that I’d find this much contentment out here—no scripts, no cameras, just you and a fire.” There’s a note in his voice that makes your heart squeeze, a raw sincerity that cuts through the night.

With Vil’s hand resting on yours, and the stars stretching endlessly above, you’re content to sit in the comfortable quiet. You trade stories back and forth, and for once, Vil lets himself be a little dramatic—tales of travels and encounters, where he plays up the details just to make you laugh.

By the time you’re on your last s’more, Vil’s once-pristine fingertips are as sticky as yours, and he’s practically laughing at himself for it. “A worthy sacrifice,” he says, smiling at the mess, then glances up at you, eyes alight with something warm, tender, and unguarded.

Before you know it, he’s leaned in, lips meeting yours in a sweet, unhurried kiss. The fire crackles softly, framing you both in a bubble of warmth, and for a moment, it feels like you’re the only two people in the world.

Idia Shroud: Late night ice cream date

The sky is velvet dark, pinpricked with stars, as you and Idia share a late-night ice cream outing. After the shops have closed, you end up at a deserted park, with only the soft hum of streetlights and the occasional flicker of a firefly. It's quiet and perfect for sneaking glances at each other without anyone else around to notice.

Idia looks adorably awkward, like he’s calculating every step to make sure it goes exactly right, but the way he holds your hand gives him away. His fingers fit between yours, warm and a little shaky, and each time you look over, he’s already looking at you, cheeks flushed. "I—I didn't think anyone else would actually enjoy this level of, uh... casual," he murmurs, glancing at the night around you like it’s a new phenomenon.

You laugh, squeezing his hand. "Idia, it’s perfect. And the ice cream is a solid bonus."

He relaxes a bit, venturing a small smile, even though he’s keeping his eyes carefully on his mint-chocolate chip. "I kinda thought I'd be the only one cool with midnight ice cream runs in a creepy empty park." His awkward chuckle is laced with hope, like he’s waiting for a hint that this really is something special for you.

"It’s exactly my vibe," you say earnestly, leaning just a little closer. "Besides, getting ice cream with you feels... well, like magic."

He doesn’t miss a beat, eyes lighting up at that. "Magic, huh? Guess I’ll take that as an S-rank compliment." He steals a quick glance your way, and for a second, his face softens, like he’s letting himself believe this perfect moment is real. He’s a mix of nerves and quiet confidence, daring himself to be this close to someone who, for some reason he’s still baffled by, loves him.

Finally, as you both settle down on a bench under a streetlamp that flickers like it’s unsure of itself, he clears his throat, still holding your hand. "I never thought...well, I didn���t think I’d get to do this kinda stuff," he says, the words a bit shy. "It’s like... in my head, this was always just some 'maybe someday' scenario."

With a gentle smile, you tilt his chin up just slightly, so his eyes meet yours. "Idia," you whisper, "you’re more than ‘maybe someday’ to me. You’re here now."

There’s a spark of bravery in his eyes as he closes the last inch between you, leaning in for a soft, tentative kiss. The taste of mint chocolate lingers, and his hand in yours trembles, but he doesn’t pull away. When you both break apart, he’s blushing, but his smile’s one of quiet wonder.

"Okay, okay," he mutters, laughing nervously, "I think I could get used to this..."

Malleus Draconia: Firefly Hunting

The air is thick with summer warmth, and a soft, whispering breeze trails through the trees as you and Malleus stroll into the clearing. Fireflies dot the shadows, little beacons of light sparking up and winking out, and Malleus’s eyes light up with unmistakable delight. He stands there for a moment, captivated, before glancing down at you with an almost childlike wonder in his gaze.

“These tiny lights,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. “They remind me of stars that dared to fall closer to earth.”

You laugh softly. "I’m not sure they’d like being compared to stars, but I see it."

Malleus grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and with a subtle flick of his fingers, a soft, verdant glow ripples from his hand. Suddenly, the fireflies seem to double, then triple, in number, painting the entire clearing in an ethereal light. A thousand tiny stars dance around you, and you can’t help but let out a gasp, the world feeling like a fairytale brought to life.

“Now they’re stars,” he whispers, pulling you close as you gaze up in awe at the enchanting scene he’s created. “Just for you, and just for tonight.”

Your fingers intertwine as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close in the flickering, gentle light. You both watch the fireflies in companionable silence, each moment feeling as if it’s stretching out forever. Occasionally, he brushes his fingers over your arm, his touch as soft as the summer night itself.

“Malleus,” you say softly, feeling a grin start to play on your lips, “you’ve got to tell me, have you done this whole ‘summon the stars’ thing for other people?”

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “I assure you, I have not.” He dips his head, his eyes meeting yours with that unwavering intensity that always makes you feel like he sees right through to your soul. “No one else has ever made me feel as you do. With you, magic feels… natural.”

Your heart skips a beat, and before you know it, he’s pulled you even closer, leaning in until his forehead is resting gently against yours. There’s an honesty in his gaze that feels as warm as the summer night, as everlasting as the stars. Without a word, you close the space between you, meeting his lips in a kiss as soft as a breath.

The world around you fades—the fireflies, the trees, even the quiet hum of nature itself. All that remains is the warmth of his embrace and the gentle press of his lips against yours, tender and heartfelt, and the promise of endless moments like this.

When you pull back, you see him looking down at you with a soft, almost incredulous smile. “Thank you,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “For this night. For…” He trails off, as though searching for words big enough, magical enough, to describe the happiness you’ve given him.

“Anytime,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper as you smile back. “But I’m holding you to that firefly magic for next time too.”

With a low laugh, he gives a small nod. “Then I shall make it a thousand more.”

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[0omillo0]

Felix x depressed! Reader

warning: mention of s/h

The morning sun peeked through soft clouds, its light gently warming the park as Felix spread out a checkered blanket beneath a sprawling tree. The grass was still damp with dew, shimmering under the sun’s golden touch. Felix glanced up, his heart doing a little flip when he saw her approaching. She walked slowly, shoulders slightly hunched, the oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, its hood pulled low to shadow her face. Even in the warmth of spring, she clung to that hoodie like armor.

“Hey,” he called out, his voice bright. “I was starting to think you ditched me.”

She looked up, a small, apologetic smile gracing her lips. “Sorry… I overslept.”

Felix’s eyes softened. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re here.”

She settled beside him on the blanket, hugging her knees to her chest, the sleeves of her hoodie swallowing her hands. Felix pretended not to notice, even though he had—many times. He busied himself unpacking their picnic: neatly wrapped sandwiches, colorful fruit, and his special brownies. He’d stayed up late baking them, hoping to see her smile.

“Your favorites,” he said, holding up a brownie. “I even used extra chocolate chips this time.”

Her eyes lit up, just a little. “You remembered?”

“Of course. Can’t let you forget how awesome my baking skills are.” He winked, taking a bite and making an exaggerated noise of delight. “Mmm, perfection.”

She laughed, a quiet sound that made his chest tighten. It was so rare, so fleeting, but today it lingered just a bit longer. They ate slowly, Felix recounting ridiculous stories from his trainee days. He animatedly recreated a scene of his first dance evaluation, flailing dramatically, his limbs moving in exaggerated angles.

“I was a disaster,” he groaned. “I almost took out three people with my flailing arms.”

She laughed, this time louder, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I can’t imagine you being that bad.”

“Oh, it was tragic. I think they were considering getting me dance insurance or something.”

She shook her head, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned back on her palms. “I wish I could’ve seen that.”

Felix grinned, his heart fluttering. “I’ll do a reenactment just for you. But be warned, it’s not pretty.”

The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter and stories, the sun beginning its slow descent as they made their way to the Han River. They walked along the sandy shore, the breeze gentle and cool. The city lights flickered on, their reflections shimmering on the water’s surface.

Felix kicked off his shoes, sprinting toward the edge of the water. “Race you!” he shouted, grinning over his shoulder.

She hesitated but then followed, her laughter echoing behind him. “You cheater!”

They chased each other, feet sinking into the soft sand, splashing at the water’s edge. Felix turned abruptly, sending a playful spray of water her way. She yelped, trying to dodge, but failed spectacularly, the bottom of her hoodie getting soaked.

“Felix!” she shrieked, eyes wide with shock before a mischievous glint appeared. “Oh, you’re so dead.”

He took off running, her footsteps pounding behind him. They stumbled back to the blanket they’d brought along, collapsing in a fit of laughter, breathless and tangled together. Felix’s fingers brushed against hers, and this time, she didn’t pull away.

They stayed there as the sky transitioned from pink to deep indigo, stars peeking through the velvet night. Felix’s heart felt full, his fingers still loosely linked with hers. “I wish today didn’t have to end,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked at him, her eyes softening. “Yeah… me too.”

That night, back at Felix’s apartment, they fell asleep tangled together on his bed, the blankets a messy heap around them. Her head rested on his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her. For the first time in a while, she looked peaceful, her body relaxed, her breathing steady.

But in the middle of the night, Felix woke up. He carefully slipped out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom. When he returned, he paused, his heart stopping.

The moonlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating her form curled up on his bed. Her arm was stretched above her head, her sleeve pushed up, revealing her wrist. Felix’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he took in the thin, red lines that crisscrossed her skin. Some were faint, almost healed, but others were angry and raw.

His chest tightened painfully, his knees nearly buckling. How had he not seen this before? Why hadn’t she told him?

His vision blurred with tears as he moved slowly, almost robotically, back to the bed. He climbed in beside her, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close as he buried his face in her hair. His shoulders shook, silent sobs wracking his body. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t know,” he choked out, his tears soaking into her hoodie. “I should’ve known.”

Morning came slowly, light filtering in as she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Felix’s face was the first thing she saw—his eyes swollen, red-rimmed, filled with a pain that made her stomach drop.

“Felix…?” she asked, her voice groggy. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer at first, his fingers brushing over her wrist before intertwining with hers, his touch gentle, protective. Her heart sank as she realized what he’d seen. She tried to pull her hand away, shame flooding her, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice broke, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Why didn’t you trust me?”

She looked away, her own eyes stinging. “I… I didn’t want to burden you.”

Felix’s grip tightened, his body trembling. “You’re not a burden. You’re never a burden. I don’t care how heavy it feels… I want to carry it with you. I love you… every broken, hurting piece of you.” His voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Please… let me help.”

Her walls crumbled, tears spilling over as she broke down, her body shaking with sobs. Felix pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her as if trying to shield her from the pain. “I’m here,” he whispered, his voice thick. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Felix held her tightly, his heart shattering with each sob that wracked her body. He gently rocked them back and forth, his fingers threading through her hair as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “You’re not alone… not anymore,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

She clung to him, her fingers curling into his shirt as if afraid he’d disappear. Her tears soaked through the fabric, her body trembling against his. Felix’s own tears slipped silently down his cheeks, but he didn’t let go, didn’t loosen his embrace. If anything, he held her tighter, anchoring her to him.

His lips brushed her forehead, soft and lingering. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “So much… more than you’ll ever know.” He moved lower, his lips ghosting over her temple, then her cheek, kissing away the tears that continued to fall. “You mean everything to me. You’re not a burden… you’re my reason to smile every day.”

She choked on a sob, her face burying deeper into his chest. “I… I didn’t want you to see… to know…”

“I wish you had told me,” Felix admitted, his voice raw. “But I get it. I do. I just… I just hate that you felt like you had to carry this alone.” He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing away the dampness beneath her eyes. “You’re so strong… stronger than you think. But even the strongest people need someone to lean on.”

Her eyes widened, glistening with fresh tears. “I… I feel so broken, Felix. Like… like I’m drowning and I can’t get out.” Her voice cracked, her words heavy with pain. “I don’t know how to be okay.”

Felix’s heart shattered, the pain in her voice slicing through him. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “Then we’ll figure it out together,” he promised, his voice firm despite the tears choking him. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore. I’ll be there every step of the way… even on the bad days, especially on the bad days.”

She let out a broken sob, her arms winding around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. “I’m scared…”

“I know, love,” Felix whispered, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. “But you’re not facing it alone. I’m right here… and I’m not letting go.” He kissed her shoulder, his lips soft and lingering, pouring his heart into every touch. “We’ll fight this together. One day at a time. I’ll be with you for all of it.”

His lips trailed up her neck, feather-light, pressing delicate kisses along her jaw. “I love you,” he repeated, his voice fierce. “Nothing… nothing you go through will ever change that. Nothing you feel, nothing you think… it won’t make me leave.” He pulled back, his eyes searching hers, their faces inches apart. “I’m staying, no matter how dark it gets.”

Her bottom lip trembled, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. “Why?” she whispered, her voice so small, so broken. “Why do you love me?”

Felix’s face crumpled, his own tears falling freely now. “Because you’re you. Because you light up my world just by being here. Because even when you’re hurting, you’re still the most beautiful, kind-hearted person I’ve ever known.” He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tender, trembling kiss. “Because you’re my everything.”

Her lips quivered beneath his, her hands tightening around him as she kissed him back, fragile and hesitant. Felix’s heart ached, his tears mixing with hers as he deepened the kiss, his fingers weaving into her hair. He kissed her like she was the most precious thing in the world, like she was the air he needed to breathe.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling, Felix cradled her face, his thumb tracing soothing patterns on her cheek. “Promise me… promise me you’ll let me in,” he begged, his voice raw. “I want to help. I want to be here for you. But I need you to let me.”

She closed her eyes, her shoulders trembling. “I’ll try,” she whispered, her voice wavering. “I don’t know how… but I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask,” Felix murmured, his lips brushing her forehead once more. “That’s all I need.”

They stayed that way, tangled together in each other’s warmth, the morning sun creeping higher, chasing away the shadows. Felix held her close, his heart beating steadily beneath her ear, his fingers running through her hair. And as the world outside began to wake, Felix continued to whisper his love, his promises, his hope.

No matter how long it took, no matter how hard the journey became, he would be there. For her. With her. Always.

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──── 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒐

Each stroke of his brush painted the ocean with such precision it took your breath away, only the tides had more than one surprise in store for you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ── Rafayel x F!Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ── 2.1k 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ── T 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ── Tooth Rotting Fluff, angst (anxiety attack), little dash of crack, slight reference to Rafayel's lore 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒 ── Can’t Help Falling In Love by Haley Reinheart ── Constellations (Slowed) by Jade LeMac 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ── HERE 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ── Written because @smutconnoisseur loves to torture me with heavenly prompts.

─── 𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑺 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ───

The sound of water falling and splashing against the marble floor of the master bathroom was the only sound heard through the hallway to Rafayel’s silent studio. Amber-toned light bathed the room in the glow of the waning sunshine, and streaks of paint were splattered all over the floor — an unfortunate casualty of collateral damage by the artist who worked tirelessly over the taut canvas in the easel’s clutches.

You closed your eyes and sighed. The image of Rafayel perched on his ladder, hand steadily moving a laden brush back and forth with the grace of a dancer burned into your consciousness. The sight was beautiful, and you struck you silent every time you witnessed it.

The only reason such an ethereal vision had come to an end on this occasion, was the artist’s sense of mischief. While in his creative daze, Rafayel streaked a deep indigo through his hair with little care or notice.

“Raf,” you said hesitantly, loath to disturb his streak of concentration. 

“Mm,” he hummed in reply, not stopping to glance at you. The brush swept once over a streak of navy, then his hand returned to his chin. “Yeah, cutie?”

“You– You’ve got paint in your hair and–” Rafayel’s movement towards you was sudden. “No!” you gasped, startled.

The sound of his laughter would normally make your heart swell, but with the sudden, cool sensation of paint covering your skin and clothes in little droplets took the fondness out of such a noise. You stumbled backwards into your chair. “Rafayel!”

The creak of wood made him freeze, and you both stood entirely still as you took in the sight of your clothes — dishevelled and covered in colours. “Oh, hang on,” you sneered while the corner of your lip turned up in a devilish smirk. “I think you’ve got something on your…” 

As fast as you could manage, you reached towards a shelf that was full of discarded palettes.

SPLAT

“Oof!” Rafayel fell from his stool and landed unsteady on his bare feet, his jaw and neck covered in the remnants of the blue he last used and discarded with a disdained, “it’s not bright enough.”

“You started this,” you called, stepping back with as much grace as you could manage in the cluttered studio. “I only wanted to help, but you–” His sudden lurch towards you made you yelp in shock, and you sidestepped his advance to hide behind a shelf that housed rolls of brushes. “Nope, nope, you won’t catch me!”

“Wanna bet, cutie?” Rafayel teased, a vicious grin turning his normally soft gaze sharp. “Damn it, stand still–”

You bolted out from behind the shelf and towards the floor to ceiling windows, only, you paused for too long. Strong arms enveloped you from behind and you felt the deep chuckle from your captor through your back. “I told you, there’s no runnin’ from me, sweetheart.”

“No–! Aw, don’t–!” The cool sensation of paint spread from your ear to your jaw, painting you a sea of indigos and blues. “Raf, c’mon,” you whined, squirming in his hold. “I was joking.”

“You were jokin’, huh? Got a real prankster on my hands.” The arms around your middle loosened slightly, though you felt no need to pull away. “What d’ya say we clean up, yeah?”

The temptation stirred a heat low in your hips, but then you glanced at the paint strewn all over the studio from your combined antics. “...No.”

“No?” The rush of breath was warm against the shell of your ear, and the mock offense in his tone only made you huff with petulance. 

“No. You go, I’ll get this cleaned up, and then maybe you can make it up to me.” The whine that came from him as you pried his arms away from your middle was almost enough for you to reconsider your answer. “Don’t pout at me, go.”

“So mean,” he hissed, jutting out his bottom lip as he sulked off down the hallway.

“So impossible,” you retorted, shaking your head. 

A long, deep sigh of annoyance was the only reply you received before you heard the cascade of water begin. 

With Rafayel now occupied and out of your hair, you stared around the studio at the mess you both created. Blues and purples were the main choice of ammunition, and as a result, splatters and spills danced in a trail of laughter that you followed, only this time with a cloth in hand. 

You hummed a tune to match with the song coming from the bathroom, when you finally came up to the painting he had been working on before he had taken your kindness for granted. 

The luminescent curves of scales and the shimmer of pearled fins glowed in the faux moonlight. It reminded you of something, though what it could have been reminiscent of made a sharp pain throb in your temples. 

The song Rafayel hummed from the bathroom continued its soft melody, and you valiantly tried to follow the tune to distract yourself, when you took a step forward and heard an almighty clatter. “Whoa– Oh, no!” The easel holding the canvas wobbled slightly — without thinking, you reached out and grabbed the bottom bar of the front panel, and you let out a breath of relief for not having touched the wet paint of the canvas. 

“You okay?” Raf called, his voice was muffled by the sound of water on tiles. ��That was loud. D’you need help?”

“No,” you yelled back, and you gently released your iron grip on the now steadied frame of the easel. “It’s okay, I’m just clumsy.”

“Alright,” he replied. “I’ll be out soon.” 

Not a moment later, the song began again. Even though he would not see, you nodded in reply out of habit before you glanced downwards at the floor to see what had made the clattering noise. 

The sight made your heart leap into your throat. 

More smears and shades of indigo were splattered all over the plastic spread beneath the easel. Every single shade that Rafayel spent days, weeks on perfecting lay at your feet, utterly destroyed by the pigmentation of the other. 

“No, nonono.” The plastic crinkled as you fell to your knees, hands uselessly stretching out to the mess of what could be considered a sea of colours — it was devastating, and all of what Rafayel would say rushed to the forefront of your mind, bombarding your fears and dredging the worst of them from the depths of your well buried thoughts. 

It was only then something seemed to snap into place, a panicked clarity that set your heart racing at an uncomfortable rate. 

“I can replace…? Maybe?” You blinked the burn of tears in your eyes away, and you carefully grabbed the wooden palette off of the floor to hold it up to eye level. A few brushes above you held the answer, you were sure, and with the mission in mind, you stood up from the floor with a quiet grunt of discomfort. 

Time blurred as you worked, a fevered haze of panic and desperation fuelled your every move until the palette was covered in all hues of blues and purples. Each stroke of the brush in your hand grew sloppy and sloppier, nowhere near as refined as the artist himself — the pit of your stomach swirled with guilt the harder you worked to replicate what he had mastered.

“Sweetheart? What’re you doin’?”

“Oh!” you gasped, the sound choked and shrill with your shock. “You–” The rustle of plastic sounded as you spun on your heel to face Rafayel, who stood shirtless, a wet towel in one hand and the other propped on his hip. The hammering of your heart only thundered harder in your aching ribs, and you swore if you were to stand there any longer, the whole of your heart would miraculously beat from your chest and fall to the floor at your feet. “You s-scared me!”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned downwards in a frown. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, it’s not been that long–” He took a few steps forward, the sway of his hips and the loose fitting pants not enough to capture your attention from the building panic in your chest. You backpedalled rapidly out of reach — a well-honed instinct that had saved you numerous times before. “What– I just showered after you covered me in paint. Rude.”

His jokes fell flat, and the lack of laughter made the frown on his lips deepen. 

“I– Uh, um, Raf–” The plastic under your feet shifted again, and the sound drew his attention downwards. You watched with horror swelling in your stomach as his shoulders stiffened. “I’m so, so, sorry– Please, oh my–”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on there, cutie,” Rafayel rushed, his cool hands finally breaking the barrier you precariously built, and he grasped your wrists gently. “You’re trembling, what happened? Talk to me.” 

A broken sobbed forced its way through the blockade of fear in your chest, and he pulled you into his chest. The palms of your hands planted firmly against his chest. “Breathe for me—in, out, that’s it, honey, c’mon.”

The silence filled with suppressed sobs carried on for what felt like hours — being held in his arms always had that effect, though this time, you gripped to his body like an anchor against the bobbing waves of panic that ebbed and flowed like the waves outside his window. 

“I’m sorry,” you eventually whispered against his skin, the words sharp against your throat as they manifested. The pain of your mistake made your heart clench with guilt, and the splattered colours at your feet did nothing to ease the agony. “I– I didn’t mean to, I was trying to clean and I just bumped into–”

Rafayel pulled back suddenly, the palms of his hands cupping either side of your face so he could stare into your blurry eyes. The pad of his thumb brushed softly against your cheeks while he collected the stray tears that had escaped without your notice.

“So that was the noise, huh? Just some spilled paint?” he asked softly, furrowing his brows as he glanced downwards quickly, the multitude of colours in his eyes reflecting the sheer volume of the mess. “Is this why you’re so worked up?”

Words failed to form on your tongue, no matter how hard you tried. A small nod was all you managed, and he clicked his tongue before pulling you into his chest again. Soft lips brushed over your forehead and trialled down towards your temple. 

The sudden movement of Rafayel’s body made you gasp quietly, and you realised he was rocking you side to side, the sway of your bodies matching the now moonlit waves outside. “Y’know, cutie, for someone so smart, you really can be silly.”

You sniffled and pulled back. “What?”

Rafayel smiled cheekily, tilting his head to the side so strands of purple hair fell to the side of his forehead. “You, I’m talkin’ about you.” His hands moved up to your shoulders and gently coaxed you to turn around until you came face to face with the painting he worked on — the deep hues seemed to sparkle under the now dimmed light. “See?”

Long, slender fingers gestured towards the waves in the painting, then towards the scales and fins of the tail in view. “I’ve worked endlessly, tirelessly—to the bone—to make these colours.” 

The sentence was enough for your heart to seize, and he sensed the way your body tensed under his hands. “No, no, listen to me, cutie.” You watched his fore and middle finger brush against the palette you had created in your panic-induced haze. “I worked so hard to get this shade, and here you are, gettin’ it outta nowhere.” 

You blinked as confusion flooded you. “Huh?”

“It’s true,” Rafayel stated simply, and he shifted closer to you so his chest was flush to your back. With a gentle grip, he held the back of your hand and slowly moved it towards the palette where one of the brushes you used in your attempt to replicate all the shades rested innocently. “Pick it up, go on.”

“But I–” you stuttered, still bewildered at his gentle order. “I ruined it?”

A huff of amusement filled your ears. “Ruined it? Oh, sweetheart.” His hand guided your own to the canvas. “You couldn’t ruin anything. Here, I think you should be the one to add the finishing touches.”

The two of you stood in a comfortable silence, the sound of the fibres of the brush the only thing to disturb the soft, even breathing you shared as he held you close, encouraging you to work.

It was only when Rafayel softly gasped and his hands moved to grip your sides that you were pulled from a kind of trance. You looked over your shoulder at him, and found the indigos you painted reflected in his eyes. The smile on his lips was priceless, and you only wished you could capture it forever, just as you captured the beauty of the waves.

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Color Guide for matching Festival Genes + Primal Eyes

Now i want to say this is not meant to be some definitive guide. These are just my attempts at matching colors as closely as i could find with what's available on the color wheel currently. Some of which were quite tricky to find a good match for (or is maybe not even the best use for the gene, looking at you Crystalline...). Will list the colors used for the scries above, but I'll also have some notes for some other similar matches or other color ideas. Overall, this was just a fun little project to work on as the genes released, and maybe some will find some use from it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Light: Sanddollar (Flaxen is a very close 2nd, if you want a very slight warmer color. Banana could also pass, but i find it a little too dark compared to the eyes)

Lightning: Robin (This one's tricky since the color IS the lightning rather than the outline, but Robin is bright enough to give the illusion of being white with a matching blue outline. Aqua is a close 2nd, but again is a little to dark in comparison)

Fire: Sunshine (Saffron if you want darker, more orange fire. Marigold if you want a lighter, more yellow fire. Sunshine is the middle ground of these two. All 3 of these match very closely, so up to your personal preference here)

Arcane: Bubblegum (Matching to the little runes. If you want to match to the eyes themselves, Orchid is the closest match without being too dark in color)

Plague: Vermilion (Berry if you want something less egregiously bright. But i do think Vermilion is technically a closer color match, tho both are very close. If you want a color flipped match, Chartreuse matches the colors pretty well, or Crocodile is you want a similar pallet but less bright (and also has a slight bit more red to it's accents). Bonus color: while it doesn't really match the eyes, Red has a very good Plague-y vibe, if you're a fan of the red+green aesthetic)

Earth: Pumpkin (This one has been the most difficult one to match with all the colors going on with both the eyes and genes. But it leads to a bunch of potential options that just kinda almost match. Ultimately tho there's not really a perfect match for these, just go by your own preference. Ginger matches close for a solid color match. For multi-toned picks, some other good options are Caramel, Peach, Ivory, Seafoam, and Cream. Sadly there's not really any colors that adds more pink secondary tones. (also as an added bonus for these: if you want to match with the geode currency used for the festival: teal, ultramarine, and splash are some good picks)

Ice: Eggplant (Indigo if you want just a very slight more saturation, but ultimately the two are nearly indistinguishable from each other. if you want some really dark blue ice in the same hue, Sapphire works well. If you want a lighter ice color: Sky, Periwinkle, Twilight, and Storm are the closest without going just full on white)

Shadow: Grape (Royal or Violet for a more subdued color, tho i find them a little too bright. The strong highlights on this gene make it tricky to match perfectly, especially when we don't have many darker purples as is. But at the same time, you really can't go too wrong with most of the purple range with this gene, it's just a matter of preference)

Wind: Peridot (Not much to say about this one. This color is incredibly spot on. I guess, if you want something a little darker, Pear matches the darker tips of the eyes)

Water: Cornflower (The whole Lapis-to-Sky range works here, for varying degrees of saturation and brightness, but i think overall Cornflower has the best balance out of all of them? (it looks the closest on adult dragons at least). Idk, this one's really tricky too xP And i am once again painfully reminded that we don't really have any good super vibrant colors in the sky blue range T___T All the closest colors are either too green or too faded. Also as a bonus option: If you want a foamy look, Ice and Pistachio work really well for this)

Nature: Orca (I initially thought Peridot would win this one, but then Orca came out of nowhere. Peridot's still another good option tho, the flowers are just a little more on the green side than the ones on the eyes (but they do match with the actual 'eye' part of the eyes). Also for a bonus color, Pearl also looks really nice paired with nature eyes, even tho it does have a lot of purple in the vines. the leaves and flowers still match really well. And as far as i can find, there's not really a good way to match the vines to the vines of the eyes, since that parts seems to stick to darker colors and browns)

[pink-pone]

what oc have you been thinking abt the most lately

ooooooh my god, all of them, but at the moment I would say Sour Punch, my quiet, punk unicorn 

(Sour Punch, Benji Buttons, and Indigo Splash respectively)

Thinking about how he had to endure his mom being injured at work from a wild animal, his little kid brain terrified that he should’ve helped or been there when realistically of course it’s out of his control. Then his bio dad dumping him and his mom, his trust level plummeting. Moving in with his new family, Tender Heart as his new dad. Having a new baby brother (Benji) and finding joy in being a big brother. But having that come crashing down when Benji follows Sour and his friends to an out of bounds area and almost gets injured, so now his sense of guilt and overprotectiveness skyrockets, and he becomes even more stoic and tense. Then when Indigo is born with a disability, the feelings intensify. It’s only through the passing of time, and Sour seeing how his brothers (and mom) can thrive without him always there, that he learns to be more at ease and be happy again. That and his good friends Cherry and Thunder help him with their friendship! I love him so much, what a guy 😭 

[adarkandmagicalforest]

hunted/hunter

ship: benjicot blackwood/original female character (elma bracken)

warnings: primal kink, smut, rough sex

The ground had some give.

Not much, but just enough that the heels of her boots sank into the soil like it was sand on a beach, slowly her incrementally as she ran as fast as she could through the woods. She'd begun running at sunset. It was almost fully dark now, the indigo skies creating large dark shadows that seemed to mock her as she hurried past branches and jumping over babbling brooks.

This began do to a sudden, unrestrained thought. Ben Blackwood had been sneering at her by the creek, claiming that the rock she was sitting on was on Blackwood land, and that meant she was not only trespassing but also now was Blackwood property as well, while leaning down and making that stupid face at her.

It had been an idea that came so suddenly and clearly, Elma could've done nothing else.

Once his face was within two feet of her, she'd risen up her fist and socked him on the nose.

Then, she'd laughed right in his pained, startled face. Very quickly, that surprise had turned into furious outrage, so she'd had to move quickly. Elma had shoved him into the creek as hard as she could, not even turning back to see him splashing against the water before she'd begun sprinting away.

And now she was running through the woods. With Bloody Ben not far behind her.

She could hear his breath and the sound of his grunts, which were coming closer and closer. It was that it would take time after she ducked a branch before she heard it snap, the savage Blackwood breaking the twigs off rather than take the time to dodge them as she had.

Anticipation had riled her unimaginably. Her heart was pounding in her chest, she could hear every thud within her ears.

Thud, thud, thud. The soft upturned soil sinking and spitting out every time boots sank into it.

Elma was starting to tire, her legs were protesting every movement now and her breath was becoming so loud. She was almost considering stopping, letting him catch her - after all, if she let him catch her, it was not like he had won. She'd have just chosen to let the game end.

And it was when she was considering slowing, after she'd jumped over a rather wide stream that she'd noticed it: the sudden lack of noise.

So her legs halted in place, the soil making way to moss as she struggled to silence her own heaving breaths, even having to cover her own mouth as she turned to look behind her.

Nothing. There was no one.

And it was no longer just dark, it was black now. Night had fully fallen over her and worser now, she couldn't see Benjicot behind her. Had he stopped? Decided that she was not worth the trouble by chasing her all through the woods? And decided that actually leaving her alone, with no weapon or light, would be punishment enough for hitting him?

It was just as she was starting to become truly, actually afraid when she heard a snap of a twig.

Elma gasped. 

And then she was taken hold of, and that soft soil she'd been so frustrated with cushioned her fall as she fell face first into the dirt and moss. 

"Spread your fucking legs." Ben demanded lowly into her ear.

She obeyed mindlessly, out of breath from the force of his throw.

Immediately, he shoved himself between her thighs, pushing up her skirts from behind and pushing her small clothes out of the way with little care for her before his cock was shoved inside of her wet cunt. Then he began to fuck her. He did so hard and fast, his hips hammering against her without any other preamble, not even touching her any further other than merely holding her hard against the dirt.

The angle wasn't quite right for her to feel pleasure, but that didn't seem to matter. Every thrust she became wetter and wetter, until squelching noises joined Ben's heavy grunts as he used her.

His hips soon changed the pace, from hard and fast to now just hard, as if he were trying to bruise her from his thrusts alone.

And he may have succeeded - as her rear was feeling more tender when he finally came inside of her, his cum shooting well inside of her cunt until she could feel it spilling out. 

When he pulled out of her, she realized she was trembling. 

Benjicot must've realized it too, because after a few moments he laid himself against her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other loosely under her neck while he lowered his face into her hair.

The pressure felt good.

But not as good as the kiss that he pressed against the back of her hair, holding her warm and safe against his body.

[refeverie]

you complete him.

angst & comfort. gn!reader × wanderer. wc 1.6k

note. it is the second and final part of only with you. it can be read as a standalone if you don't mind not having context.

summary. nudity & non-sexual intimacy; mentions of hanakotoba (the japanese language of flowers).

☆ based on orange blood—orange flower (you complete me), still monster & mortal—by enhypen.

it is getting dark—you notice as the fiery orange sun is gradually being replaced by a pale waxing crescent moon in the sky. bone-chilling water lacks color now. it is challenging to grasp where the stream ends and the field of flowers begins; where your body starts to blur with his. 

you believe that being in the gloomier ambience makes wanderer appear more at ease. perhaps one can not scrutinize his body well enough, or he can let himself take his mask off untroubled, or rather it is because he is not able to lay his eyes on others, to feel the immense feeling of guilt due to his immoral acts of the past. 

wanderer used to believe, no, was coerced to believe that he is different, exceptional; that his formerly meaningless life could be of use for ruling. his body can take on more than the average human—that is, of course, if you say he is one—meaning, he could be made into a god; deity, worshiped for who he is rather than forsaken. he would be needed, called upon for guidance and remedy. he would offer his undying body to subjects of his beliefs. he wants to be loved and valued like the rest, too. 

give him time. time to comprehend that being vulnerable is a natural way of humankind. wanderer does feel vulnerable somewhat perpetually. he is as harsh on himself as much as on others, that much he can understand and admit to himself undoubtedly. it is people pointing that out to him that he does not take well. to the point that wanderer might spiral deeper into self-deprecation, ignoring signs of rage and compulsion building up to the brim of his core. either way, no matter where he goes, his sins will be unavoidable. he learned that the hard way. 

as it became even more darker, neither of you could see the art from flower tints on bare skin. you were shivering by yourself—sumeru refreshing winds did not mix well with evermoving waterfall splashes of the night. 

you ask wanderer to let you bathe him. does that mean erasing the tiny crimson-colored heart on his chest, he quivers. you know, well, you like to believe you know his thoughts as you shake your head slightly. is he relieved? 

you pour the water from the palm of yours down his neck, shoulders, and back. it runs slowly, soothing the non-physical pains of his. your hands are soft, gentle, moving in circles to rinse color remainders of you; your work. despite that, his world does not feel empty without them because you, by yourself, are the colors dyeing wanderer entirely full. you are the blooming flower of his heart, and you speak in the language of flowers as well. 

as he goes through his memory of this very evening, he understands the connotations of each meticulously chosen flower for dye markings.  

you used bright pink camellias to show your tender love and unique beauty of his. pale pearly lotus petal to reveal the purity of his heart. dainty lilac primroses for your admiration towards him. sunny yellow daffodil to show him respect and hope for his future. cherry red poppy to wish him to go on with his life with fervid passion. indigo violets to remind him that sincerity and hope will come to him shortly. cobalt blue cornflowers were to make him feel free of impurities. 

wanderer remembers that you always talk in flowers while gifting them whenever you feel like it. he reminisces about how you gave him the sole sunflower the other day. he read in the book that you mean to only look and see him. the wisterias of last month were to evoke his memory that you will not let him go soon and he appreciates that. the light pink sakura twig on his kigumi table whispers “don't forget me” every morning as he goes out. 

yes, you are truly his beautiful flower of life, to say the least. 

you are cautious of his slight movements while washing him. he is attentive to how you help him—so he can be of service to you as well. two of you trade places, you move closer to the waterfall, going under that shower of nature. wanderer’s fingers gently brush through your wet hair. you smile. 

waterfalls are said to symbolize prosperity; cleansing, letting go of negative thoughts and feelings that have become lodged in one’s mind and heart respectively. you do feel free of it, still, all you care about right now, does wanderer feel the same. 

he did learn to distrust and loathe the whole world at the very early stage of life; he did make mistakes and wickedness, built on told lies; he does feel a swarm of cynical, pessimistic, and obstructive emotions. so, does the waterfall purify his judgement of mankind? does the waterfall purge him from evil? 

you were so at peace, that you did not notice how unhurriedly and tenderly his hands were caressing upwards your body, soaking it. wanderer is careful, it does send tingly sensations all around your skin. it was just another moment of sensuality between you both. 

you look into his eyes. they sucked you in deep, like into the abyss, and yet, they looked soft and shadowless to you. he knows the truth and he is mildly confused—how can you be so kind to him; how can you look at him lovingly like that, like nothing happened because of his actions; how can you let him touch you as he did not have any blood on his hands. 

to tell the truth, you are aware of everything. you know he is open to dislike everything at first; to spit the honest words harsher than he should; he is opinionated; he lacks genuine self-worth; he holds grudges; he is naive, be that as it may. yet he is effortlessly thoughtful; ready to help if anything does go the wrong way; resilient; cooperative; accepting of his sins and trying to repay them (even if they can not be undone). 

so yes, you would say you know him well enough to be that close to him without any fear. the past does not define a person, only helps them shape who they are now—each one being a white papered-book at first and filling themselves with a vast collection of past experiences along the way. 

wanderer was forgiven many times. over and over again (and he does value those lessons, he does value learning). forgiven yet not forgotten. not how he wanted to be anyways. for all that, he is somewhat of a monster. a monster everyone made of him, he made of himself. is being evil truly the opposite of being a god? he is still noticed by the public, still in need for balancing the world. the devil is on the other side of eternity. one would need no gods, no rulers if the world had no evil and no discords. 

you felt clean; cleansed with the same hands of his that he had hurt another. it was an exchange of feelings through fresh water and flowers between you during that prolonged precious moment of the night. 

later that twilight, you found yourself lying on the soft dewy grass of the very same flower field of gandharva ville. wanderer learned to imitate human breathing long ago and, although he had no natural body heat, you did feel warm when feign exhales from his lungs reached your moon-illuminated face every time. 

tonight is as pretty as the picture. the sky is not cloudy, the sea of constellations is so bright it begins to etch itself into your eyes. wanderer looks at you—how mesmerized by the stars you were, not knowing that secretly you wished to be the star yourself, the one he would want to look at, despite not believing the concept of them. 

you see the stars as something heavenly and full of tales of the teyvat, wanderer, on the other hand, is convinced that they are futile to pay attention to for their existence is not eternal. they burn down as mortals close their eyes someday, too. thus, if you were a star of this universe, you would perish nonetheless. you will still meet your end when your bloom withers. 'the only thing that is immortal is mortality.' and wanderer himself. 

once it happens, he will experience a certain deja vu, another one of his betrayals. does he even keep count of them anymore? he might start it anew. 

wanderer desired to be human so desperately that he disregarded that the beauty of living is not what he considered meaningful. it is not the name nor a heart that is the essence of his life, but something else. someone else. you. 

perhaps, he lived on that regretful and shameful path so he could find you when engulfing darkness sucked him empty; when you appear willing to tend to his scars, guide him to see himself as someone worthy of attention and care, and being alive. you are his hope for embracing self-doubt and fragility eventually. he is conflicted as he clings to you like a lifeline. 

you spent some time observing the clusters of stars while drifting to sleep. he kept looking, not at the sky, at you. he was reflecting. you look so sweet in your slumber that wanderer realizes that bitterness is not the only flavor he tasted through his existence. 

wanderer’s soul is tainted with curses. not solely of immortality—of sins, of finite time to wander together with you. he does worry about it yet does not at the same time. he learned to enjoy the little things silently and by himself. he decided to live on, as of now. 

through the night, wanderer stayed close, body to body while you rested. when the sunrise began to show its first bright orange rays of shine, he left you snuggled in. all alone. it is fine by you since you will reach out to him and he will find you the next day for sure. 

because you complete him.

[justallmyfantasies]

you’re nothing like mine

by the beach.

contains: smut! (unprotected piv) just nice i dont know what else to say bye.

word count: 6.1k (i think i wrote more than i should have but enjoy.)

MINORS DONT INTERACT!

the waves of the sea splashed against the rock you were sat on. the trim of your dress getting hit by the waves each time it came. it was chilly that’s why you had goosebumps. you hadn’t forgot to bring a jacket, you just felt like you didn’t need it. it was warm and light when you left the house, now it’s cold and the sun was beginning to set.

you’d hear the occasional laughter from behind you, a few kids and their parents running along the road behind you. or the occasional dog bark. you had the urge to go up to each dog and pet them. but you didn’t, obviously.

the sun was beginning to set once you arrived at the beach, the main reason you actually came here. it was a quiet area. you liked that.

a man came over, sat next to you. his face frustrated? stressed? you didn’t want to ask, but you analysed his facial features. noticing the stubble growing on his chin, the brown curls at the back of his head, his nose. oh god, his nose.

he looked at you, his face softening at the sight of you. not many would look at you like that, that wasn’t for any reason. he wiped his forehead, perhaps in a act of nervousness? you didn’t know.

“you come here often?” his voice was different, different to others you’d heard. he had an accent, a thick one. he was twiddling with his thumbs. the nail on one of his thumbs damaged. not anything severe, or that’s what you hoped.

you turned your head from the waves to look at him. his eyes directly on you. it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was almost comforting. you nodded. “most days.” your smile curving.

he chuckled, amused by the brief answer given. "you're a girl of few words." he teased gently, his accent becoming more noticeable. he leaned back slightly, mimicking your position. he let out a long exhale, his head tilting back to face the sky, the setting sun casting a warm glow on his face.

"you always come alone?" he glanced over at you again, his gaze lingering. the ocean wind blew through his hair, gently tousling the brown locks. his question was casual, his tone soft.

you could practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he waited for your response. the silence was comfortable, the crashing of waves providing a steady backdrop. the sun was half submerged now, the sky a mix of fiery orange and soft indigo.

"i like the solitude." you finally answered.

he hummed in understanding, his gaze returning to the seas. he leaned forward a bit, resting his forearms on his knees. you could see the small details of his profile, the faint laugh lines around his eyes and the way his hair curled behind his ear.

"i come here when i need to think." he said, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. he picked up a small pebble from the ground and began tossing it from one hand to the other.

you watched him play with the pebble, the movement of his hands mesmerizing. your eyes were drawn to the damaged nail on his thumb again, the raw imperfection fitting him perfectly somehow.

“so, what are you thinking about?” you asked, not pushing the topic.

he smiled at your question, his thumb now rubbing over the surface of the pebble. he took a moment before speaking. "the future." he shrugged, his answer purposely vague. his eyes shifted back towards the beach, his gaze lingering over a group of children playing near the shoreline.

"and what does the future hold for you?" your words echoed against the sound of the waves. you were genuinely curious. his demeanor was intriguing, a mix of mystery and a hint of melancholy.

he looked over at you again, his brown eyes locking onto yours. they were filled with a depth that intrigued you even more.

"a lot, i hope." he chuckled softly, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he let the pebble go, turning to face you fully. the wind picked up slightly, the loose strands of your hair now dancing around your face. "what about you?"

you couldn’t deny the allure of his presence. there was something about him that drew you in.

"i don't know." you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. your honesty seemed to make him smile, his eyes scanning your face intently.

"somehow that doesn't surprise me." he said quietly, the amusement clear in his tone. "not a fan of making plans, huh?" he teased, pushing the conversation further. the wind blew again, this time stronger. it tousled his hair further, the brown curls falling haphazardly over his forehead.

you felt yourself smiling in response, his banter was both unexpected and refreshing.

"i prefer living in the moment." you replied, a subtle hint in your voice. the sun was almost fully submerged now, the last traces of light painting the sky a dark blue.

"a free spirit." he mused, his gaze never leaving yours. his words sounded as if he had already figured you out. he leaned back slightly, his hands supporting his weight. you noticed how his muscles flexed slightly.

"is that a good thing?" you inquired, tilting your head in slight curiosity. the night had gradually begun to settle in, the sky now a deep shade of navy. the beach was a lot emptier than it was moments ago, yet you felt comforted being alone with him.

"depends on who you're asking." he joked, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. he paused for a moment before continuing, his tone serious. "but for me, it is." the confession made your heart skip a beat. he sounded sincere.

the silence grew between the two of you again. but this time it was different, there was a shift in the air. you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it felt electric. he was watching you carefully, his gaze intense.

you could feel your heart beating a little faster, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coiling in your stomach.

“i’m alex.” he broke the silence, his voice soft but clear. he extended his hand towards you, the damaged nail on his thumb barely visible in the dark.

"it's nice to meet you." you replied and later on with your name, taking his hand in yours. his grip was firm, yet gently. his skin surprisingly warm against your slightly cold fingers.

"nice to finally have a name for this pretty face." he quipped, his fingers lingering before he let go. the compliment was light-hearted, yet you found yourself blushing slightly.

he glanced down at your hands, the skin at your knuckles white from the cold. "you're freezing." he observed, his brow furrowing.

"i didn't bring a jacket." you admitted, the cold finally seeping into your bones. a shiver ran down your spine, proving your point. alex noticed, his expression turning almost concerned.

he tsked, shaking his head slightly. "you shouldn't have done that." he sounded almost scolding. “do you want my jacket?” he asked, it wasn’t really asking, it was as if he was demanding you to have it. his jacket.

you considered arguing, but the sudden chills made you realize he was right. “i couldn't-" you began, but he was already taking off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. the leather jacket hitting your shoulders like a blanket, instantly bringing warmth.

the jacket smelled like him, a mix of cologne and something musky, like pine. it was cozy and comforting.

he watched you, ensuring the jacket fit you right. "better?" he asked, his voice gentle.

you nodded, the cold slowly subsiding to a more comfortable temperature. the jacket was a bit large on you, the sleeves nearly covering your fingers.

"much better." you replied, wrapping it tighter around yourself. he hummed in approval, leaning back again, his forearms resting on his knees.

the silence returned, but this time it was more comfortable. the ocean waves provided a steady soundtrack. a few stars had started to appear in the sky, the moon a crescent in the night.

you glanced over at him, his gaze still on you. his eyes were fixated on you, but it didn’t feel creepy or unsettling. it was almost like he was studying you, taking in every feature, every inch of you.

after a while, he had offered to walk you home. you didn’t live very far which is why you tended to go to the beach often. approaching three drains, you shook your head. “don’t step on them.” you said, your feet moving.

“why?” alex asked. one of his eyebrows raised.

you shrugged. “supposedly bad luck.”

he let out a giggle, his laugh quiet. “you believe in bad luck?” he asked, following you as you avoided the drains. he was clearly amused, the corner of his mouth tugging into a small grin.

“sometimes.” a small smile on your own lips. you had reached your building now, the front door in sight.

he stopped as you approached the door, a smirk appearing on his face. "so what would you consider good luck then?" he teased.

you paused, your hand on the door handle. he was now standing next to you, his body a bit closer than before. you glanced at him, his face so close you were able to see the beauty spots on his face.

“having a rockstar walk beside you telling you about his day.” you replied. a short laugh escaping your lips.

he chuckled, the sound warm. he leaned against the brick wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "is that so?" he asked, his eyes still on you. you swore you could hear the smirk in his tone.

you nodded, a small grin playing on your lips. you were surprised at how comfortable you felt, talking to him as if you’d known each other for a while. the street was dead silent, the only noise being your breathing.

“do you want to come in?” you asked, finally opening the door.

he raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. he clearly wasn’t expecting that invitation. he looked at you for a moment before answering.

"sure." he replied, his voice casual. he pushed himself off the wall, walking towards you.

you held the door open, gesturing for him to go inside. he walked through, the muscles on his back flexing as he passed by. he didn’t look around, he just waited for you to shut the door.

you could feel your heart beating in your chest as you closed the door, the click of the lock echoing around the hallway.

you turned around, facing alex. he was standing a few feet away from you, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. he looked relaxed, but there was a hint of tension in his shoulders. his eyes were on you, studying you intently.

“this place is cozy.” he commented, breaking the silence. he looked around the hallway, his gaze taking in the surroundings.

you nodded in agreement. the apartment wasn’t a penthouse or anything fancy, but it was home. it had a warm and cozy feel to it.

you gestured towards the living room, encouraging him to follow you. “make yourself comfortable, i’ll grab some snacks.” you said, walking towards the kitchen.

he followed you without a word, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. the living room was modest in size, but it had a cozy feel to it. a bookshelf against the wall and a worn out, yet comfortable couch in the middle of the room.

you watched him take a seat on the couch, slouching into the cushions. he looked relaxed, yet his eyes followed your every move as you rummaged through the cupboards in search of snacks.

“what kind of snack do you like?” you called out, your head buried in the cabinets. you could hear him shift slightly on the couch, his voice carrying through the room.

“i’m not picky.” he answered. you couldn’t see him, but you knew he was watching you. you could feel his gaze lingering on you, as if he was trying to figure you out.

you settled on a bag of chips. it wasn’t a fancy snack, but it would do. you walked back towards the living room, the bag of chips crinkling in your hands. alex was lounging on the couch, his eyes on you once again.

you took a seat next your him, the couch dipping slightly under your weight. you opened the bag, offering him some. he took a few, his fingers grazing against yours for a brief moment.

the texture of his calloused skin sent a jolt of electricity through you. the brief touch felt charged and almost exciting. you mentally shook away the feeling, focusing on the chips in the bag.

the room was quiet, the only noise being the crinkle of the chip bag and the occasional car passing by. alex seemed comfortable, his body relaxed against the cushions. he was watching you again, his brown eyes intent on every move you made.

“you seem to have a habit of staring at me.” you teased lightly, a small smirk on your lips. he looked slightly amused by your remark, a corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk.

he leaned slightly towards you, his voice low. “you’re nice to look at.” the comment made you blush, your cheeks heating up at his directness.

you looked away, trying to hide your blushing face. he chuckled, clearly aware of the effect his words had on you. his eyes were still studying you, his gaze intense.

“you get flustered easily, don’t you?” he teased, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

you glanced at him, your flustered expression giving you away. he was right, you did get flustered easily. especially when it came to handsome guys giving you compliments.

“is that a bad thing?” you asked, trying to maintain some level of composure. he shook his head, his smirk growing wider. he was enjoying this.

“not at all.” he replied, shifting closer to you on the couch. he was now sitting just a few inches away, his leg bumping against yours. his scent, the mix of cologne and musk, was stronger from this distance.

you could feeling your heart beating faster, his closeness and the scent of his cologne making your head spin. he was so close, you could almost feel his body heat radiating off of him.

he leaned back, his arm now resting on the back of the couch behind you. his fingers were playing with the edge of your hair, the action almost absentmindedly.

the feeling of his fingers on your hair sent a shiver down your spine, the tingling sensation traveling through your body. he was so close, yet not close enough.

you could feel his gaze on you, his eyes studying every expression, every movement you made. his fingers continued to toy with the end of your hair, the feel of his calloused skin against your neck sending a jolt of electricity through you.

“you’re interesting, you know that?” he mused, his voice low and quiet. his fingers were still toying with the end of your hair, sending tingles through your body.

you turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his. he was looking at you intently, a soft smile on his lips. his eyes were flickering over your face, as if he was trying to memorize every feature.

“how so?” you asked, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. his compliments were making you flustered again, the feeling of his fingers in your hair not helping.

he hummed, his fingers now tracing your jaw line. the sensation sent a shiver through your body, his touch so light, yet so electric.

“you’re like a paradox.” he stated, his fingers now resting on your cheek. their touch was warm, the callouses on his fingers rough against your skin.

“you’re calm, yet restless. quiet, yet full of personality.” his thumb was now tracing the edge of your jawline, slowly moving towards your lips.

“and you’re observant.” you quipped, the heat in your cheeks intensifying. his touch was sending shivers through your body, the rough skin of his thumb against your lips making it hard to concentrate.

he chuckled, the sound low and almost sexy. his thumb now tracing the contour of your bottom lip. the touch was so light, yet it sent tingles down your spine. he leaned closer, his face now just inches away from yours. his breath was warm against your face, the proximity making your head spin.

his intense gaze never left your face, his eyes intently studying you. his thumb was still tracing your lip, the action almost reverent.

the air was charged, the tension between you palpable. your faces were so close, you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

his lips curved into a smile, a small, almost private smile. he shifted slightly, moving even closer. his hand moved from your chin to the nape of your neck, his warm touch sending another shiver down your spine.

he gently pulled you closer, your face now mere centimeters away from his. his lips hovered just above yours, before he decided to kiss you. the kiss soft and slow.

his kiss was gentle at first, his lips moving against yours slowly. but before long, it became deeper, more passionate. his tongue slowly making its way into your mouth, tasting and exploring.

his hand moved from your neck, to your waist, gently pulling you onto his lap. you could feel the heat rising in your body, the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth, making your head spin.

he deepened the kiss, his arms holding you close against him, your body now pressed against his.

he broke the kiss after a moment, his forehead resting against yours. his breathing slightly ragged, his eyes still closed. the moment felt almost intimate, both of you silently enjoying the closeness.

his hand was still on the small of your back, his thumb gently caressing the skin through your clothes. his eyes opened, the intensity of his gaze still present.

“do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he muttered. the compliment was genuine, his tone honest.

you shook your head, your cheeks burning slightly. compliments were not something you were used to. at least not from a guy that looked like him.

he chuckled, his laugh soft and warm. “you really have no idea, do you?” he said, his fingers tracing the side of your neck.

his fingers were sending electric jolts through your body, the sensations almost overwhelming. his touch was tender, his rough skin a contrast to your softer one. he pulled you closer against him, his lips finding your jawline, trailing small kisses down your neck.

his lips left a trail of fire on your skin, the feeling of his mouth on your neck making you shiver. his hand moved from your back to your hips, holding you against him. his lips were now on your collarbone, biting and kissing the sensitive skin.

the feeling of his lips and teeth on your skin was driving you insane. you couldn’t think straight, your mind a mix of sensation and desire.

he nipped the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. he chuckled, the sound warm against your skin.

“i love that sound.” he muttered, his voice almost a purr. his lips were back on your neck, his teeth gently biting the skin.

you could feel his hands, now on your thighs, gripping you tightly. the dress you were wearing pushed up to your thighs. his body was warm against yours, the heat almost scalding.

he continued his assault on your neck, his lips and teeth leaving love-bites on your skin. every touch was making it hard to think, the sensations driving you crazy. his hands moved higher, one of them disappearing under the hem of your dress, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

his touch was like fire on your skin, the feeling of his hand on your inner thigh making you shiver. his lips had moved to your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

he was whispering praises, his voice low and raspy. he was calling you beautiful, sexy, perfect. the compliments sent a thrill through your body, the words making you feel a mix of shyness and desire.

his hand was slowly moving higher, his fingers now tracing the soft skin of your inner thigh. the proximity was making it hard for you to breathe, the heat of his body pressed against yours, his lips at your ear, whispering words that both thrilled and flustered you. his hips were now pressed against yours, the hardness of his body undeniable.

he bit your earlobe, a soft gasp escaping your lips. his hips moved, his body pressing even more against yours. you could feel the growing hardness against your thigh.

he was murmuring praises in your ear, his free hand now moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. his body was so close, you could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes.

his hips grinded against your own, the action making the heat pooling in your stomach grow. his teeth were back on your neck, his lips sucking and biting the sensitive skin.

his breath was hot on your neck, his breathing growing ragged. one of his hands was on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh, the other tangled in your hair.

his lips were back on yours, the kiss hungry and passionate. his tongue was in your mouth, exploring and tasting. the kiss was messy, the mixture of desire and desperation making it sloppy. his hands were now wandering over your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire wherever it moved.

his hands were under your dress now, caressing the skin of your thighs, your hips, your stomach. you were panting, the sensations almost too much to bear.

he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours once again. his breathing was ragged, the desire mirrored in his eyes. he motioned towards your dress, a question whether he could take it off or not.

you nodded, breathless and more than a little flustered. he smirked, a corner of his lips tugging into a small smile.

he carefully pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in just your underwear. his eyes roamed over your body, taking in the view. his gaze was hungry, his eyes dark with desire.

his hands were on your body again, caressing your skin. he was touching you as if you were the most delicate piece of art. his touch was light, his caresses almost reverent.

he ran his fingers over your stomach, your sides. his eyes were roaming over every inch of your body, taking it all in. when his fingers caressed the edge of your bra, he looked up at you again, silently asking for permission.

you nodded, your breathing a bit shaky from the intensity of his gaze. he smiled slightly, his fingers now gently undoing the clasp of your bra. he took his time, his movements slow and deliberate, almost as if he was savoring every second.

once the bra was off, he took a moment to look at you again. his eyes were filled with lust, yet there was a hint of something else. awe, perhaps?

his hands were back on you, one hand on your hip, the other on your chest. his touch was now more urgent, his desire more evident. he carefully pushed you down on the couch, hovering over you. his body was so close, the press of his hips against yours making the heat in your core grow.

his lips were on your neck again, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down to your collarbone. his hand was now on your thigh, pulling your leg to wrap around his waist.

he was muttering praises between kisses, his voice a low, sensual rumble. every touch was electric, every kiss like a spark to a fire.

he was biting your shoulder now, his teeth gently pulling at the skin. one of his legs had moved between your own, the friction making you gasp.

he was pressing himself against you, his hardness rubbing against your core. you could feel the heat, the need, the desire. his body was so close, yet it wasn’t close enough.

“tease.” you commented. your hands trailing down to his belt, undoing it slowly.

he raised his head from your shoulder, a smirk appearing on his lips. he bit your neck before replying. “you’re one to talk.”

his hips were now pressed against yours, the heat of his body making you feel like you were burning. he was watching you, his eyes on your hands, undoing his belt.

you had his belt off, his jeans now hanging loosely on his hips. the desire in his expression was clear, his eyes following your every move.

he leaned back, watching as you unbuttoned his jeans. his breathing had grown ragged, his patience slowly running out.

“i want those off.” you breathed, pointing at his jeans.

he grinned, a devilish smile appearing on his lips. “yes, lady.” he teased, but still did as you asked, pulling his jeans and boxers off.

he was back over you, his body pressed against yours in only a moment. the feeling of skin against skin was almost overwhelming, and you could practically feel the heat radiating off of his body.

his lips were back on your neck, his teeth and tongue leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. his hands were caressing your sides, your hips, pulling your body close against his.

he shifted a bit, positioning himself between your legs. the feeling of his body against your core was intoxicating, the heat making everything feel more intense. his breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low, sultry murmur. “you’re driving me insane.”

he pulled your panties to the side, the tip of him touching you slightly. you gasped aloud, the feeling of him against you almost making you shiver. you could feel the heat pooling in your core, the need growing with every passing moment.

“please,” you gasped, your voice a needy whisper. you were desperate, the feeling of his hardness making you crave more, more, more.

he chuckled, the sound low and seductive. “please what?” he teased, his lips hovering just above your ear.

you were almost desperate now, the need overwhelming. you whimpered, your hands moving to his shoulders, gripping him tightly. “you know what.” you managed to say, your voice a ragged whisper.

he chuckled again, enjoying seeing you so flustered and needy. “okay ma’am.” he replied, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

he leaned back, his body still hovering over you. his eyes were locked on yours, his gaze intense. you could see the restraint in his expression, the need to be gentle and careful with you.

he shifted again, positioning himself at your entrance. the heat was almost unbearable, the anticipation making every second feel like an eternity.

“you sure?” he muttered, his voice a low, rough whisper.

you nodded, your words caught in your throat. the need for him was overwhelming, your body almost trembling with anticipation. “yes, god, yes.” you finally managed to say, your voice a desperate, pleading whisper.

he smiled slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. “okay.” he muttered, his voice low and seductive. his hand was on your hip, gripping tightly.

he pushed himself in slowly, his eyes watching your every reaction. every gasp, every intake of breath, every small whimper and moan. he was going slow, carefully, every inch making you feel fuller, more every second was agony, the need for more almost overwhelming.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. your legs wrapped around his hips, your body begging for more.

he leaned down, his lips by your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “god, you feel good.” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper.

he started moving, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. it was torture, the pace leaving you craving for more. you gripped his shoulders tighter, your fingers digging into his skin.

his lips were on your neck, his teeth biting and licking the sensitive skin. his hands were on your hips, holding you in place, his touch firm yet gentle at the same time.

“so good.” you managed to gasp out, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

he grunted in response, his pace picking up slightly. his movements were fluid, his hips rocking against you in a steady, rhythmic motion. it was maddening, the combination of pleasure and need making everything seem sharper, more intense.

he was muttering praises in your ear, his voice a low, rough rumble. “you feel amazing.” he breathed, his teeth nipping your earlobe.

you felt the pressure growing in your core, the pleasure building with every move. you were gripping him, nails digging into his skin, your breath coming in gasps and moans.

he was holding you against him, his body almost enveloping you. his lips were on your neck, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. his hands were roaming over your back, your sides, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

his hips were moving faster now, his pace increasing. it was almost overwhelming, the pleasure almost too much to bear. you were whispering his name, your voice a ragged gasp.

he was panting against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. “look at me.” he muttered, his voice rough and demanding.

you lifted your head, your eyes meeting his gaze. there was a hunger in his eyes, a raw need that mirrored your own. his movements were more urgent now, his body pressing against yours.

he was staring at you, his gaze intense. he was watching your every reaction, every expression and sound. he was devouring you, everything about you, his eyes roaming over your face, taking everything in. his movements were harder now, more forceful. his name escaped your lips, a strangled moan.

he grunted, the sound low and guttural. his head dropped to your shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he was breathing heavily, his body moving against yours with a newfound urgency.

he was almost gasping for air, his body moving with a desperation now. he was muttering praises, his voice thick and husky. “you’re so good, so perfect, so beautiful.” he was saying, his words breathless and broken.

the pressure in your core was almost unbearable now, the pleasure building with every move. you were gripping him tighter, your nails digging into his skin.

he was moving faster now, his body trembling against yours. his mouth was on your neck, his teeth biting the sensitive skin. his hands were on your hips, holding you in place, his fingers digging into your flesh.

you were almost there, the pleasure building to almost unbearable levels. you were gripping him, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your nails digging into his skin.

“fuck.. i’m close,” you managed to gasp out, your voice a desperate, pleading whisper. “please, don’t stop.”

he was almost at the edge, his body trembling against you. he grunted in response, his movements more urgent, more forceful. his mouth was on your neck, still biting and sucking at the skin. his hands were on your hips, his grip tightening, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“hold on.” he muttered, his voice thick and guttural. “hold on just a bit longer for me.”

you were on the edge now, the pleasure building to almost unbearable levels. you were biting your lip, trying to hold back, trying to hold on for just a moment longer.

he was moving faster now, his body pressed against yours, his hips rocking against you with a frantic energy. his mouth was on your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“you're doing so good,” he muttered, his voice a ragged whisper. “hold on... just a bit more."

he was on the verge, his body trembling against you, his breathing ragged. he let out a strangled moan, his eyes shut tight, his mouth on your neck. “god, you feel so good. i... i can’t hold on much longer.” he panted, his voice low and rough.

his movements now slowed down, you both reaching your orgasms. you were both panting, your bodies shuddering slightly. he collapsed on top of you, his face burying in the crook of your neck. you were both trying to catch your breath, your chests heaving. the room was suddenly quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing.

he leaned back after a moment, his expression soft and tender. he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers touching your skin with a gentle touch. he smiled slightly, his eyes warm and fond. “you okay?” he asked, his voice a low, gentle rumble.

you smiled back, feeling a wave of affection wash over you. you reached up to cup his face, your touch gentle. “yeah, i’m okay. more than okay.” you said, your voice a weary, contented murmur.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss. “good.” he mumbled, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. he shifted off you, lying down beside you. he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close against his chest.

you snuggled into him, feeling safe and warm in his embrace. you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. you felt content and at peace, your body and mind still buzzing slightly from the aftermath of your orgasm.

he was idly running his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. the room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional soft rustle of fabric. after a comfortable silence.

he spoke up, his voice soft and low. “you know something?” he asked, his fingers still playing with your hair.

you tilted your head up to look at him, a small smile on your face. “what?” you asked, your voice equally soft and sleepy.

he smiled down at you, his eyes warm and fond. “i don’t think i've ever met someone like you before.” he said, his voice gentle.

you felt your heart flutter a bit at his words. “yeah?” you asked, your voice a little shy and bashful.

he nodded, his smile growing. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. “yeah. it’s weird, i’ve only ever seen you today and i’m astonished by you. is that too cheesy?” he asked.

you chuckled a bit, feeling a warm, cozy feeling spread through your chest. “yeah, a little cheesy.” you teased, poking his side playfully.

he chuckled too, grabbing your hand and trapping it against his chest to stop you from poking him anymore. “hey, i’m trying to be sweet here.” he protested, his voice feigning indignance.

you giggled a bit, unable to keep a straight face. “okay, okay. i’m sorry, sweet talker.” you teased, your voice dripping with mock-sincerity.

he rolled his eyes, his expression amused. “you’re ruining the moment, you know that?” he said, his voice feigning irritation.

you chuckled again, feeling a warm, happy feeling wash over you. “oh, I’m sorry. i didn’t know i was supposed to be swooning over you.” you teased, a small smirk forming on your lips.

“you’re supposed to be swooning, yes.” he said, a small smirk appearing on his own lips. “anyway, what i wanted to say was that.. i uhm.. wanna see you again.”

you felt your heart skip a beat, a small thrill running through your veins. “yeah? you want to see me again?” you asked, your voice soft and hopeful.

he nodded, his smile soft and sincere. “yeah. i know it sounds crazy considering we only just met today, but... i just really wanna see you again. spend more time with you. get to know you better.”

your heart was fluttering in your chest, a warmth spreading through your veins. you felt a little giddy, a little lightheaded. “okay. i’d like that.” you admitted, a small smile appearing on your lips.

his eyes seemed to light up, his smile growing wider. “yeah?” he asked, looking genuinely pleased. “okay. yeah... yeah, that’s great. i... yeah.” he said, his words faltering slightly, looking a little flustered.

you chuckled softly, amused by his shy, flustered reaction. you reached up to pat his head, your touch light and tender. your fingers playing with the curls of his soft hair. you couldn’t deny that you felt something for him and neither could he. but was it too soon?

a/n: wow finally writing woo!!! anyway i like this (kinda), i have a few more ideas for upcoming fics so just wait for that i suppose. i hope it’ll be good.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Imagine shower sex with scara & wanderer

Scaramouche X Reader X Wanderer : Puppet pleasers.

Context: 'Agree to disagree'

Word count: 1.4k Straight filth.

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Ft: F/ngering,Facef/cking, Scara's a jerk, Double p/netration.

"N-No..Scara..Kuni..Its fine, Im just tired..I'll go wash up for a bit"

CW: Minors do NOT interact past the cut! This is a NSFW POST!

Scara and kuni treating there darling to a soothing shower after their stressful date. Scara 'gently' guided you into the shower as kuni is adjusting the water just as you like it and their immediately both obsessed with how you look under them. Your eyes are droopy as the makeup washes off into the washcloth Kuni gently dampened your face with and mixed in soap, Holding your chin up with his pale fingers. While scara Bit his lip at how delicate you looked from the back. Bite marks he's given along your neck and small hickeys on your shoulders.

The shower was rather spacious and sparklingly clean to the point you saw your reflection by the thick tile rest, resting under a cubby with your bars of soap, shampoo and other bodywash they bought as a gift. You heard a soft sigh and assumed it was kuni, His lean form was shielding most of the warm water from your face and washing through his own hair. His indigo pupils never left your beautiful face as he carefully Dapped along your lips. Smudging off your lipgloss, then softly folding the towel towards your eyes. Just as he was, you we're like a doll to him in every way, He relished in you dressing up for him, The way your skirt perfectly curved along your thighs then up to your waist. Finally leading up to your breasts hidden under a blouse. Even recollecting your bitterly warm smile after patiently waiting with lessor lord kusanali for his return after days made his cock twitch.

In a daze he continued dapping the cloth despite your face being clearly washed off for the nth time. "K-kuni?" You blinked, "Are you okay?" You brushed his bangs out his eyes and his cheeks turned pink at the contact. "Hm? Yeah. I just...Do you feel better. Doll?" "Mhm~" You hummed and rested on his palm; the puppet became even more flustered than he already was. His eyes dimmed and moved closer to your face, intoxicated by the smell of your soap. Scara Averted his own gaze to kuni and looked at him unamused. What a pitiful state he's in; Scara thought, but archons was he right. You looked wonderful like this, Fragile... and so vulnerable like a flower as you pressed your soft lips on Kuni's. He removed his fingers and now cupped your face with his hand in search for your tongue. The water splashed onto your eyes, fluttering them shut while a pair of hands trailed along your chest and you moaned into Wanderer's mouth, catching him off guard as he pulled away with a thin trail of your saliva on his lips. "S-scara~? Wait-" He began licking along your previous bite marks and cupped your breasts. "Ah ah ah~ darling...When you asked to be pampered.. Did all my pet want was a little kiss?" Scara mocked kuni then grinned at him while he sucked his teeth. "I- mnn..No~" You shook your head and scara whispered in your ear. "Then take your reward like a goodgirl."

Before you could mutter another word kuni took ahold of your face again, cupping your cheeks with his thumb eagerly to shove his tongue within your taste. "Mnh~ hmn~" You moaned into kuni's mouth; His taste was a bit sweet like yours from dessert you both shared at the restaurant. Your hand trailed onto his neck, pushing him closer with breathy sighs leaving his lips. Scara's cock grew harder at the sight and bucked your hips closer to his erection, your ass skimmed along the tip of his cock while you we're sandwiched in-between the two puppets. He began licking along your previous bite marks until You finally pulled away from wanderer. Practically gasping for air through the heated mist of the shower. "shit.. your enjoying yourself arent you? My pretty little doll~" kuni went to touch your chest but got interrupted by scara's own hands wrapped around you. "Put her on down on the Tile. She's getting fucked the way she deserves." Scara ordered. You swallowed nervously at his explicit words turning your head down only to notice Kuni's shaft hard and leaking precum. He rolled his eyes but complied, Picking you up then laying your body onto the thick tile rest. Your back shivered a bit at the cold, but quickly relaxed in the hot shower. The two puppets looked over you once again, Legs spread apart and hair frazzled along the tile. And that 'innocent' glare you always gave them before they pounced on you like a cat.

Scara began pumping his cock, moving closer to your face where kuni shifted down in between your legs. "Open your mouth" He ordered again. You stuck your tongue out, panting again as the hot air made contact. Scara's eyes glowed a faint purple and he chuckled a bit at your obedience. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, Then guided your mouth onto his length almost a bit too gently. "If you bite, I wont let you cum." he whispered. Kuni Licked his lips at the sight of your wet clit, He traced his bangs back then licked around the bud, instantly making your thighs twitch. Scara let out a soft moan while your tongue laced around his cock. God your mouth was so fucking warm. It took every bit of the balladeers restraint to not face fuck you as he guided your head back and forth. You couldnt help but moan on his cock, Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure on both ends.

"Your- Mn~ such a needy little doll arent you.? You like being used like this from both ends?" Your head bucked back as kuni inserted two of his fingers into your pussy, scissoring you while licking along your folds. You moaned again as scara's length pushed deeper back and forth into your throat as if you we're begging for him to fuck you. "Ah~ just like that- F-fuck your gonna make me cum slut~Fuck..Fuck!~" Scara grabbed your hair roughly again and bucked his hips into your throat, pushing himself far enough that your eyes rolled back while swallowing his warm load and he slightly felt a sting. Kuni shoved a 3rd finger into your wetness. His slim fingers we're soaked in a mix of your juices and water as he stroked himself with his other hand. Scara leaned down, grouping your breasts in his hands while playing with your nipples. "Yeah? Your gonna cum from just his fingers slut?" "M' not a slut~ I- Please~! Kuni!" Kuni thrusted his fingers faster, chasing his own high while desperately licking your bud. "Remember what i told you slut?" the balladeer whispered again. "If you bite, your not gonna cum?" He said through snickers. "B-but I- Ah~! I didnt~! S-scara kuni-! please! please!" You whimpered and begged but to no avail Kuni Slowed down on your clit, Only peppering licks before licking up your current juices with his fingers.

Scaramouche picked you up, then had kuni hold you by your waist as he leaned onto the wall. "Wrap your arms around me." Without warning Kuni and scara both inserted their tips inside your prepped pussy and you nearly screeched after being so full. "Ah! S-scara- Kuni~! it's too much- Your so big~!" "You can take it darling~" Kuni said while kissing your shoulder. Scara thrusted up into your warmth, moaning at your walls squishing them both inside. "S-so fucking tight..~" Within the shower echo'd their mixed praise and moans in your mushy mind, Your throat was still horse from scara cumming inside, but you pleaded with short breathes to finally reach your orgasm. You we're so patient with them during the date and there many many arguments, Why couldnt they just reward their good girl after treating them so well. "R-right there and~ ah! Scara~ Kuni~ Mn Im close~! please dont stop! please let me cum!" "Hah~ look how fucking delirious she is. Already fucked out just like that~ You wanna cum that bad slut?" please please please "mhm~! please let me cum~!"

With another sloppy thrust from both of them, They came deep into your womb with their hot seed as your juices squirted onto them. As if on instant your body began to feel numb as your high subsided. You fell back into The balladeers chest with hazy vision and view as they cock warmed you. The room began to feel silent, And the only sound was your shared panting and shower still running warm water. It was comforting being in between them like this as stuffed as you we're. Finally, your eyes fluttered shut in-between them. A perfect view of two pairs of indigo eyes and a devilish smirks watching you rest.

[aikuposer]

do you have any more aiku sex thoughts 😋🤭🤭

WOOOW FIRST ASK thank u so much andd. Many.

i think i’m like a really big fan of silly romantic aiku so. soft like domestic sex is just sosooo mmngnhfghjh to me… thinking about your boyfriend coming home tired from practice or a game that he won so he’s at ease but tired, you’re greeting him at the door with a kiss and taking his jacket and bag off of him. he’s pretty idk smelly and wants to take a bath, but you don’t wanna let him go that early :( he assures you, “i’ll lie down with you right after baby, i promise!” but you wanna cling onto him for just a little longer…

you eventually convince him to let you wash him with a little (a lot) of nagging (he doesn’t wanna bother you with this, but you would do anything for him, as long as you’re near him), so you fill the bath with water and allow him to settle in, stripping his clothes off of him. you planned on just washing him from the side, shampooing and conditioning his stinky indigo hair, but then he asks you to join him! you’re a little reluctant, because no way is a situation where you and aiku are naked and together gonna end with you walking straight for the next week, but you comply as the water splashes on the walls of the tub and onto the tiled floor. you sit on his muscular thighs, massaging his scalp as his eyes slowly close and his head rolls back, sighing deeply. when he adjusts his position by shifting his ass though, the serenity of the situation seems to feel… hotter. you grunt, but continue to scrub his head, praying he hadn’t heard you.

who were you kidding, this is oliver aiku you’re talking about.

his expression remaining unchanged, but you could tell the air was already different, he continues fo slowly move his leg, making it harder for you to contain yourself. soft whimpers start escaping, and he peeks one eye open as he smiles teasingly at you. his sexy face being too much to handle in the situation, you drop your head to his shoulder, hiding your warm face in his neck. “what’s wrong, princess?” he breathes out, his big hand rubbing along your back as he molds it into an arch. “aiku… you know what you’re doing…” you chastise, but of course he plays oblivious! “oh, ‘m not sure about that… why don’t you tell me?” he ends his sentence with a little lift of his leg as he guides your hips backwards, causing you to moan out loud— exactly what he’s been waiting for. even when you’re trying to take care of him, he manages to be a little freak, always finding ways to dominate you. “shit, this is why i never do n-nice thin—ngh..s… f’r you…” you trailed off, giving up on washing him as your only focus was chasing your own high by riding his thigh. he chuckled, “that’s it baby, grind on me,” before bringing your head up by your jaw to kiss your lips deeply. you moaned into the kiss, yet he swallowed all of your delicious sounds up.

when you began whining, increasing in pitch, and moving yourself on his leg with more haste, he could tell you were almost there. “you close? huh?” he panted out, “come on, give it to me, ma.” you released himself on him with a yelp of his name, and he kisses you, whispering “i’m here, ‘m here, baby.” you both sit for a moment, catching your breaths. aiku’s massaging your ass as you run your hands along his sweaty neck, getting all stinky again from the sexing you two just diiid..! he kisses you deeply once more with a goofy smile on his face, “i love you so much.” giggling at his expression, you hold his face when he leans into your touch, whispering an “i love you too, aiku.

Yeoowzers don’t ever let me put dialogue in again hope rhis was Ok😓 whagever bye Forever