#just no piercing demon blue eyes thank god

[falllpoutboy]

got a coworker who kinda looks like JAW with the curly brown hair and the roman nose

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ got to love me harder, baby

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — jealous!anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — anakin doesn't make you cum, so then he does again, and again, and again

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 1k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, insecure anakin, anakin kinda scares reader for a sec, smut ( unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, spanking, oral sex f receiving, fingering, pinching, over stimulation ) think that’s all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — i was possessed by some sort of smut demon and wrote this in a haze in about 30 minutes and i kinda love it. so thank you for requesting this i loved writing it !

part one ( kinda ) part three masterlist

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“holy shit,” anakin hissed, burying himself deeper inside of you, his hips twitching with the force of his thrusts, the sick squelch of your juices echoing around the room as anakin chased his relief, glasses askew on his face in such a way that it could have been endearing had his cock not been bullying your cervix. “feel so good, baby,” he told you, eyes meeting your, piercing blue stained onyx with lust. 

“ani, just like that, oh my god,” you cried, lifting your hips from the bed to meet his thrusts, grinning at the way anakin gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head, he was sheened with sweat, golden skin glimmering beneath the dull lamplight, he looked ethereal, lips red and flushed, tongue lolling to the side as he hammered into you, closer, closer… 

“i’m gonna cum,” anakin told you, words babbled, as he sank into you once again, you could feel your own phantom relief curling up your spine, sinking into your core in white hot flashes, but as quickly as it had started it began to ebb away as anakin let go, a cry escaping his lips as he came flooding your gummy walls with thick hot spurts of cum, he continued to thrust for a few moments, fucking you through the oversensitivity before going still and collapsing down atop of you. 

“good boy,” you whispered, brushing your hands through his amber curls, “did so good for me, angel,” you murmured, planting soft kisses along his hairline, the taste of salt lingering on your tongue. 

“you… did you cum?” anakin asked, pulling back, his eyebrow pulled into a firm line, you smiled at him gently, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his pouty lips. “you didn’t… i didn’t feel you?” his lips trembled, tears welling in his pretty blue eyes. 

“it’s okay, ani, i’m okay,” you told him with a reassuring smile but anakin shook his head, he pulled backward, tugging his cock free from your soaking core, looking down at the mix of your juices and his cum spilling from you with glaring hatred. 

“no, you think that's okay?” he growled out, “think it’s okay that i can’t make my girl cum?” he demanded, searching your face for answers but he didn��t seem to find what he was searching for, “you think i’m pathetic don’t you? can’t give you what you need,” you quickly shook your head, pushing yourself upwards on the bed and reaching out, cupping anakin’s cheeks between you palms but he pushed you off, anger flashing in his teary eyes. “don’t,” he ground out, voice trembling.

“anakin, calm down,” you said soothingly, “lots of girls can’t just come from penetrative sex, it's not your fault it was just a bit fast tonight, you always make me feel so good, okay, a one-off doesn’t matter,” you told him, but your words fell upon deaf ears, if anything your words seemed to upset him more as he grasped your shoulders and shoved you back down onto the bed, your head slamming against the pillows, you gasped, looking to anakin with wide eyes but he was gone. you had never seen him look so… feral, his chest was heaving, tears staining his pretty face but he looked mad, more angry than you had ever seen him and you couldn’t help the little burst of panic that flared in your stomach. “ani,” you whispered unsurely. 

“you think i can’t make you cum?” he asked, words like ice as he stared down at you. 

“i didn’t say that,” you argued helplessly but anakin didn’t seem to care what you had to say right now as he grasped your thighs with both hands and wrenched them open, spreading you out before him, his grip was harsh and you were sure if he continued like this he would leave bruises along the delicate skin. 

“i’ll fucking show you,” he muttered and you were unsure if he was even talking to you anymore or himself, but you didn't have time to overthink it as anakin buried himself between your thighs, plunging his face into your cunt and sucking your clit into his mouth, a surprised moan fell from your lips as anakin suckled on the bundle of nerves with vigor. anakin had eaten you out many times before, but usually, it was soft, gentle licks and caresses with his tongue before he delicately entered his fingers into your sopping hole and opened you up for him, but right now, he was fucking devouring you. he switched between sucking on your slit and licking large stripes from your core up to the top. 

it was messy, the sticky sounds of your release coating his tongue and him slurping as he took every little thing your body gave him. it wasn’t long before you came for the first time, completely mesmerised by the sight of anakin between your thighs, and the way he ate you out like a man starved. you thought that was it as you finally came down from your high, body tingling, but anakin didn't pull away, instead, the spill of juices that escaped you seemed to encapture him more, he greedily sunk his tongue into your gummy walls desperate for more. 

“anakin,” you moaned, hands falling to his curls and tugging slightly, trying to pull him away from your sensitive cunt but he yanked your hands away and planted a firm slap on your thigh that had you screaming, pain mixing with pleasure as anakin went down on you. you had never seen him this worked up, so dominant with you, usually he liked your guidance, and whispered words of assurance as he kissed your cunt to release, but right now he was pussy drunk. completely lost in your taste as he went back to your clit, slipping two fingers into your cunt and pumping, a cry fell from your lips as you jerked against him, but anakin didn’t stop, instead curling his fingers inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl. “fuck,” you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you, your vision went white and everything around you seemed to spin, but still anakin wasn’t done. 

“anakin, please, i can’t,” you gasped, once again trying to pull him away from your swollen cunt but anakin scowled at you, eyes rasing from your cunt for only a moment and the look he sent you worked almost immediately as you fell silent. he began lapping at your clit, little kitten licks before switching to larger drags of his tongue, his face was soaked, a mess of cum and drool, you whimpered as he began to pump his fingers faster, slipping a third one in to continue the stimulation as he played with your clit. 

“oh my god,” you shouted, “ani, i don’t know if i can cum again,” you hissed as he harshly suckled your clit back between his lips, grazing his teeth over the most sensitive part and you were falling once again. this orgasm even more powerful than the last, it crashed through you, welling in your stomach and coming to a crescendo, and you screamed, tears spilling from your eyes as you thrashed against the pillows, face soaked with sweat and sticking stray hairs to your forehead and temple. 

“ani,” you screamed hoarsely as he once again locked himself between your thighs, arms warped around your ankles like a vice so you couldn’t escape, your hips writhed against him as he suckled your lips, tongue sliding across your sopping hole, slurping and swallowing you whole. you had never felt such intense pleasure in such a short amount of time in your life, your legs were aching, tears spilling down your cheeks as you cried out, begging for him to stop, or never stop, you weren't sure what you wanted. all you knew is that anakin had ruined you for anyone else, he has always been it for you, from the moment you met, but now, you knew you could never leave, not as he sank his tongue back inside of you and pulled one of his hands free to pinch as your clit, it was hard, his blunt nails sinking into the sensitive skin but it was enough to send you spiraling. 

you couldn’t be a hundred percent of what had happened next, all you remembered was tears spilling down your cheeks and screams pouring from your lips as you hit the peak of pleasure and your entire body went rigid, but when you managed to tear your eyes open once again anakin was hovering over you, a bright smile twisted on his cum soaked lips. 

“ani?” you whimpered, sobs ripping from your throat, your entire body was trembling and your legs felt numb, your mind fuzzy from pleasure as you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“baby,” he crooned, leaning down and pecking your lips, smearing your face with your release. “did so well for me,” he said happily while you could only blink up at him, jaw slacked. “you’ve never cum that hard before have you, sweetie?” he asked and all you could do was shake your head dumbly. “that’s why you need me, always gonna make you feel good, aren’t i?” and you nodded in agreement, completely blissed out as anakin sank down beside you. 

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feel free to send me more horny asks guys i’m home for two weeks for easter and need some entertainment while i’m here ! mwah !

tags: @johnbassplayercutie @anakinscrybaby

[dreamermonica]

jersey no. 10s + would love me if i was a worm ?

—gender neutral reader, established relationships, fluff, some crack, just silly banters with them, lots of teasing from reader, and kaiser ig on his part🪰

RIN side-eyes you. it's in the middle of a horror movie marathon when you ask him that question, effectively pulling him out of his focus on the show as he attempts to process your strange inquiry.

it's obvious from the way that he doesn't immediately call your question dumb or stupid that he's already used to these type of conversations. a perk of being surrounded by weirdos perhaps? anyway, it still doesn't refrain him from raising a brow at the abruptness of your out-of-the-blue query.

within a short moment of contemplation, he blinks away from your expectant expression back to the screen. you visibly deflate at his nonchalance.

“no.” bluntly does he say. you blink.

“so you don't love me for me?”

“i simply don't see myself loving a worm. it doesn't matter if it's you or not.”

he deliberately ignores the piercing and offended stare on the side of his face.

“so unfair! i would love you if you were a worm!” you whine as you shake his arm.

“doubt it.” he leans back further onto the couch to eye you again from his periphery, momentarily pausing the movie to apprehend your whining. “if i were ever to become a worm, I'd kill myself. i can't become the world's best striker with no limbs.”

“still thinking about football 'till now? jackass.” you playfully pout before turning back to the screen again. he quietly resumes the movie with a thoughtful nod. as a jumpscare comes up and you huddle to his side in surprise, you think the discussion is dropped entirely until he speaks up once more.

“there's that and,”

he suddenly leans close to your ear, arm skillfully placed on the backrest of the couch to wrap you in, your eyes widening when you feel his breath fanning on the side of your face.

it's barely above a whisper when he says it,

“—the fact i wouldn't be able to spend nights like these with you.”

...huh?

oh my. you must've been hearing things—because the next thing you know is that a pillow is roughly thrown onto your face.

SAE resolves the weird question with a playful pinch to your cheeks. he deals with enough dumbassery (shidou) already to even think of entertaining your question, but god, your squished face and cheeks look really adorable right now, so he'll humor you for a bit.

“ow, ow, ow...”

“maybe. maybe not.” his stare remains blank and bored as your face scrunches in pain with the faint stinging on your cheek. upon seeing your discomfort, he immediately drops his hands, stuffing them in his pockets, “depends if we're both worms or not.”

humming as you soothingly rub your cheeks mindlessly, you stick out a tongue at him. “how about only me as a worm with my face on it?”

he glowers at the thought, “creepy. don't push it.”

“then me as a normal worm...?”

“i'd feed you to shidou. he'd treat you well.”

you sigh depressingly at the thought of swimming in that soccer demon's stomach acid. “no getting through you, huh. would it kill you to be sappy for once...?”

“if we were both worms, then yes, i'd love you. happy now?”

“hooray!”

he deliberately pushes your face away from his line of sight, scowling as you try to kiss him with your lips exaggeratedly puckered much to his dismay, “who the hell cheers like that? weirdo.”

“your weirdo.”

you send him a wink, a half-assed attempt at rizzing him up and yet he thought he’d explode right then and there. his expression stays indifferent though. no way he’s exposing himself like that.

“yeah. only mine.” the taste of victory is sweet on his tongue as he watches you turn red at his words.

KAISER...oh, kaiser.

in his case, it's the other way around.

you are the one getting pestered to answer his strange question instead. courtesy of his greed for your attention. gotta thank the heavens above when you decide to entertain his antics instead of strangling him.

“what brought this question forth?” you stare at him in boredom, sinking into the comfy confines of the couch he's leaning over at to smile at you dopily. you resist the urge to kiss his face right then and there.

“nothing~ just trying to see if you're only after my body or not.”

“...but i'm not into worms—”

“it's me! as a worm! the handsome and prodigal michael kaiser!” he pushes, feigning hurt as he dramatically places a hand to his chest. “why are you doubting me? i can't believe my darling out of all people would do this to me.”

you hum for a while as your gaze moves up to the ceiling, paying no mind whatsoever to the sob story he's fabricating to garner your sympathy as well. you press a finger to your lips curiously, “would the worm version of you keep your toned body and beautiful golden hair?”

“uh...good question—wait, you are after my body!”

“yes. is that a problem?” you can't help the smug look that crosses your face upon seeing kaiser's offended reaction, to which immediately turns into a scowl as he leans closer towards your face.

“what,” your hand raises to graze against his cheek, trailing down to his neck as you caress his iconic blue rose tattoo. “can't take a little joke, mihya?”

he stiffens at your touch, eyes widening for a moment, before he ultimately resigns himself to a heavy sigh of defeat, maneuvering his hand to grasp your wandering fingers over his collarbone, stopping your advances as he pouts playfully.

“this is why i like my side chicks better.”

“hah? repeat that again you little—”

“can't take a little joke, mein liebling?”

taken aback, you glare at him. he winks back.

forcibly given a taste of your own medicine, you huff outwardly and opt to push his stupidly handsome face away from your sight before it angers you any further. a sense of clarity already being gained when he is no longer is in your peripherals.

“go talk to them if they're so much better than me then.”

“oh, cmon.”

this was collecting dust for months in my drafts take it as u may , i might be more active soon✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[bluberryfields]

"David is very easy to fall in love with." - Michael Sheen

Hi. How are you? Good, I hope. Okay, so can we talk about just how fucking beautiful David Tennant is? And by “we” I mean “I” and by “talk” I mean “babble incoherently into the void”? Great! I’ll attempt to impose a bit of organization on this just to satisfy my pathological need to inflict structure on words (thanks college/job/brain), but I can’t promise much. Also, there will be A LOT of pictures and gifs. (you’re welcome?)

And this isn’t just because I am deep in the bottomless well of Good Omens fandom and that Crowley is basically the most breathtaking creature that has ever existed. Well, not just because of that.

*cue Aziraphale's "good lord" from 1793*

ANYWAY, like a lot of people, I became a fan of (i.e., fell deeply and irrevocably in love with) DT during his run as the 10th Doctor. He was young and bright and full of just about everything – joy, sorrow, wit – making him incredibly watchable. His look was also so charming: big bouncy rooster comb of hair, absurdly cheeky smile, expressive-as-fuck eyes and eyebrows, and a tall, lanky form that seemed to be made of rubber and the kind of granulated sugar that could only be found in candy from the 90s that are now banned in all first- and second-world countries.

So yeah, I was super into him and his Doctor’s adventures. And I continued to watch him in other projects and still swoon (looking at you, slutty Hamlet)

even at characters where that was not the desired reaction (fuck you, Kilgrave, you delicious monster).

I would also always become a bit (a lot) weak in the knees at his voice regardless of which accent he took on, though always preferring him doing any Scottish brogue because of fucking course.

Roll that tongue, you sexy beast.

But what I want to get into today is just how incredible he looks in the year of 2023.

He’s 52 years old and I am somehow even more attracted to him. Maybe it’s because I am myself older, and my tastes have matured alongside? I certainly do enjoy gray hair way more than I did 10 years ago.

He’s aged incredibly well, probably a combination of good genes and good health, and he’s clearly not clinging to the Hollywood idea of “youth”.

(insert obligatory grumble about the double standards of men being praised for aging and women being demonized…the potentially problematic nature of the term “aging well” in general…acknowledge this with my enlightened brain but ignore this with my slutty heart…fuck the patriarchy, etc. etc.)

He’s still tall and skinny, even gangly at times, all long arms and legs that can move in impossible directions with unfathomable grace.

His face is leaner, that incredible bone structure creating sharper edges that draw the eye. Speaking of the face, he’s got these creases on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes and mouth that are evidence of time spent well: smiling, laughing, living. Makes you want to trace your fingertips along each one.

Oh god that smile? Good lord. It’s weapons grade charm that can also be quite intimidating. Sweet, humble, silly, scary…full spectrum of options here! His shark smile is the definition of “irresistible” in my Dictionary of Delicious Dudes.

I am both proud of and grossed out by my own word choice.

Continuing with that face...the hawkish nose, the dimples you want to drown in, the big eyes, those motherfucking eyebrows...

I could seriously write a whole essay about those eyebrows, but I already give my therapist enough to worry about.

Oh those eyes. “Piercing” is a term usually reserved for blue eyes, but I would argue it applies to DT’s bottomless chocolate pools in that they slice through my heart every damn time.

Honorable mention does go to those Crowley snake eyes because they could have been distracting and diminishing to his overall look, but they absolutely are not.

Such a pretty shade of yellow.

Random tangent to swoon about his hands. For whatever reason, I like checking out a man’s hands, and DT’s got a set that drives me wild. I can’t even really explain why, but I just really like the way he articulates with them. Crowley is a perfect example, what with the miracle snaps, caressing globes, and holding whisky glasses. Yum.

Delicious demon digits

Fresh tangent: How does this fucker look good clean shaven, with stubble, and a goddamn beard? How is that allowed?

He's got a face that makes me wanna take up sculpting

Further, how is his fucking neck so hot? Like, seriously, show me the math. I can’t stop staring at it. And when it’s cloaked in a turtleneck? Please, sir, may I have some more?

Fuuuuuuuck

With no segue whatsoever, I am absolutely obsessed with his hair, across all contexts. Big, bold, blood-red Crowley coifs (especially in Season 2)? Check.

Proper gentleman side part? Check.

Side shave with cartoonishy springy 14th Doctor shock? Check.

Lockdown locks with and without headband? Check!

It’s a goddamn buffet of delicious options.

Oh damn speaking of that 14th Doctor look? Good fucking Christ on a buttery Ritz cracker. The whole DT collection is on display: the hair, the eyes, the bone structure, the smile, the clothes, and even the glasses!

To quote Pam on Archer, “I swear to god, you could drown a toddler in my panties right now! I mean, not that you would.”

Now that you (I) mention the clothes, I never cease to marvel at how he can wear pretty much anything and look amazing. Stripes, patterns, wild colors, etc. He just always looks…not exactly comfortable, but sort of at ease like the clothes were created with him in mind. And this goes across the spectrum of Casual to Costume to Promotional (e.g., interviews and premieres).

They are almost illegally cute together

We all know by now how ridiculously tight those Crowley pants are and how it influenced his signature serpentine swagger (thank you, Costume department, you’re the real heroes). That said, he and those slinky hips still looks so incredibly natural in them like they came from his actual closet.

Stupid sexy snek

And he pulls off the look of more ridiculous stuff like full Shakespearean costumes or that sad gray-hoodie-black-shorts-and-Wellington-boots combo from the first season of Staged. He somehow gives off the air of “whatever, they’re just clothes, man” while also looking like a damn model.

Georgia is a very lucky woman

Final thoughts: I know DT dislikes talking about how people think he’s so attractive because I’m sure it feels a bit icky if you just want to live your life and do your job. But my guy also clearly understands that he’s not some ghoul who has succeeded on incredible personality and acting chops alone. So, that said, maybe he'll forgive me for posting such a long, rambling, ode to him?

[sophswritingthings]

PART TWO TO THE APOTHECARY WIFE, imagine that Mizu and her Wife are at the cliff during that festival with Ringo and then the four fangs attack resulting Mizus wife getting cut in the waist which made Mizu angry. (Mizu with a wife makes me happy)

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): blood, swearing

a/n: ooooohhhhh protective mizu how I love you. also, anon, I love you too thank you for allowing me to indulge in this. reader refers to mizu as male when around others <3

summary: after mizu finally allowed you to travel with her, you arrive on Tanabe Island to catch a boat. when the four fangs find her and you’re injured.. let’s say mizu’s not happy.

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you're glancing around, your arm hooked around mizu's as you walked. you had came to tanabe island to find a boat; a boat you had been denied until their festivities were over. which means you were stuck here until morning.

It wasn’t all bad; it really wasn’t. time you got to relax with mizu, and a rest from your travels wasn’t bad at all.

“(y/n),” mizu says rather softly, making your head come up to meet her eyes. “why don’t you go with ringo? explore a little.”

your eyes narrow. you know what she’s attempting to do. she’s attempting to keep you out of danger, which, you appreciated. but at the same time, you didn’t want to be coddled like you weren’t a grown woman.

“I’m not leaving your side,” your grip tightened on her arm. “god knows you are going to get yourself hurt again, and I need to be there and help you.”

mizu sighed. she knew she wasn’t getting through you.

“fine, fine,” she grumbled. “but leave five feet from my sight and you'll be going right back here.”

you nod, laughing a little, “I’ve got it, mizu,” you whisper back. “where are you planning to go, anyway?”

“to train,” she replied, taking your hand and leading you out into the snowy forest. you watched your wife train often. you enjoyed seeing her do it; knowing that she was secretly trying to show off for you.

you sat on a tree stump, one she had cut down previously. you watched her precise movements, her clean cuts. you loved the way her mind worked… it worked in such a different way from yours.

perhaps that’s why you fit so well together.

she had a mind for strategy, for battle. you could see her gears spinning in her mind, yet never know when she would strike, and where.

and you had a mind for healing. you knew what worked well together, and how to heal even the deepest of wounds. you were so different; yet you're love burned deeply.

a rustle in the woods piqued your interest.

mizu didn’t seem to hear it; she was too focused on her work. 

you couldn’t see anyone in the forest, so you assumed it was just a small animal. something you didn’t need to worry about. you didn’t dare tell mizu; it would only worry her.

after a while, you two had settled down by a fire. you were nestled up against your wife. mizu was holding your hands, gently playing with your fingers. she didn’t have her glasses on, not her hat, there was nothing to hide between you two.

you knew her secrets. her flaws. you loved her despite them.

when the beating of the drums came, your wife looked ready to get up, and to go and see what was happening. 

but she couldn’t. a sword stabbed through the tree, almost piercing her head. 

you jumped up, sticking close to your wife. she had one arm around your waist, her other hand held her sword. she had her glasses back on, her eyes narrowed to the men that were approaching. 

you're eyes were wide with shock.

the four fangs.

“you can take those off,” one man hissed, raising an eyebrow as his sword pointed at her. “we know what they hide.”

mizu didn’t speak, at first. she tore off her glasses, tossing them to the side. revealing the blue eyes of what they perceived as a demon.

she leant down and whispered to you,

“go. go and run, hide somewhere I can find you when I’m done here.”

you glanced at her for a moment. you saw the determination in her eyes, the strength.

you thought about it, for a moment.

but you had made your decision—you promised you weren’t going to leave her, and you were a woman of her word.

“no,” you hiss, “I’m here with you, my love, and I’m not leaving you.”

“a samurai traveling with his wife… traveling with…”

he paused, gazing at you.

“weakness.”

the four fangs had cornered them onto a cliff. there was four of them… and one samurai. they were indubitably fucked.

your eyes shot wide and your body folded with one slash to your waist.

you fell Into the snow, blood spilling from your wound. you knew it wasn’t a deep wound; but if it wasn’t treated soon you would bleed out in the snow.

mizu stared at you for a moment, her eyes wide and looking as if she wanted to cry.

though it quickly turned to one of anger, looking back at the four fangs—

“you're going to fucking regret that.” she hissed, engaging in fight with the fangs. 

she took each of them down relentlessly; her anger evident from the way this man had hurt you.

she had the last one pinned to the grass, a sword at his chest. he was bleeding from multiple points—specifically where she had sliced his arm clean off, ready to do the same with his head if he tried anything.

“you'll never fucking think of touching my wife ever again,” she narrowed her eyes, stabbing the sword straight through his chest. he screamed in pain, his body convulsing before it eventually gave out.

you were still alive, cleaning your wound as best as you could.

mizu walked over to you, covered in the four fangs blood. she lifted you from the snow, placing you much more comfortably in her lap.

“.. you're going to be okay, right?” mizu asked the question, as if needing you to say yes.

“yes, my love,” you brushed a hand across her cheek. “my wound isn’t deep. It will need to be stitched, though..”

“you have no need to worry about that,” she tucked a strand of hair out of your face. “I’ll handle everything, my darling. you need to heal if we are to travel, soon.”

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a/n: okay so tell me that when mizu said she wanted to go see the “fun” she wasn’t talking about seeing naked women. TELL ME SHE WASNT I DARE YOU (also mizu having a wife makes me happy, too)

[stxrr-strxckk]

"Trust me darling, I'm not the man you think I am." part  II

Work rivals to lovers with Carmen Berzatto. (read part I here!!)

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x fem!reader

Synopsis: Maybe Carmy's work crush isn't as one sided as he thought...

Any warnings?: Not very proofread writing, cursing, and some innuendos

What's that on the record player?: Pretty girls make graves; The smiths

The only thing Carmy thinks about when walking into the kitchen is himself. Things like how he's going to smoke everyone in that damn kitchen like they were a pack of cigs on a smoke break. He'd make sure they knew he was the best, and there was nothing they could do about it. He was a man on a mission, laser focused on whatever he had to cook for that night. Nothing could get in his way.

Except you.

You, with the loud mouth and messy station and attitude like no other. If you weren't somehow royally fucking up another one of Carmy's dishes or moods, it was because you two were in a screaming match in the back of the kitchen.

So of course it's natural of him to be watching your every move, making sure that whatever the hell is going on in that brain, that it doesn't fuck up his routine like it has so many goddamn times in the past.

Right?

Yes, it's perfectly normal for him to spend every minute of his job, the one he worked so hard to get, ignoring everything but you. Hey, he's just being prepared. How else to make sure you're not getting in the way of his perfectly planned out station?

But lately? Carmen was beginning to realize his staring was a bit more than just a precaution.

God, ever since that fucking lamb he couldn't keep his eyes off you. That memory lived rent free in his mind 24/7, and he found his consciousness drifting there every free second he had.

Especially with what happened with the mint jelly.

"What about the mint jelly?" Carmy felt a little jolt go through his body. The look on your face, so innocent and pure. Something in him wanted to ruin it, make you feel the sin that covered his body. The hope in your eyes and the smile threatening to curve onto your gorgeous lips was enough for him to give in to your demands.

"Fuck, really? Yeah. Fuck. Let's do this." He could feel himself smiling, and you soon return the favor. How could you not? Carmen rarely smiled, but when he did? You had to admit, it was adorable. There was a child-like, naive charm about that grin. He was like a little kid again, and you just wanted to hug him in that moment.

"Great! Yeah, let's uh, let's go over here, and you can show me how to do this. Properly." God, were you really being nice to Carmen Berzatto? Fuck, what kind of demon had possessed you tonight?

You follow Carmy as he shuffles towards your station once again. He grabs the pan holding your runny jelly, grabbing a nearby spoon to taste. You feel heat rush to your cheeks. It was embarassing, really. Here was probably the best chef in all of New York-and he was taking time out of his shift to help you make a fucking jelly.

As he takes the spoon in his mouth, Carmy can feel his eyes widen. While yes, the consistency was off- it was barely even jelly, anymore, the taste was there. And it wasn't even half bad.

"Mmm," he savors the flavor, and you look at him anxiously. "That," he points to the pan. "is good shit."

"Really?" you let out a sigh of relief, and Carmy nods. The look on your face makes him want to smile again. Your bright eyes and wide smile have him thinking one thing: cute.

"Yeah, uh, I mean- it's not perfect. Definitely not perfect. Like, it's all runny and shit- and that's-that's not good. But the flavor is spot on. It's- it's fire." he replies, wiping the corner of his mouth on his sleeve before setting down the spoon.

"Thanks." you say awkwardly, gazing down at the floor. You hate to admit you're scared to meet his piercing blue gaze.

"Damn." Carmy says, placing his hands on his hips. "At least I know why they haven't fired you yet."

And just like that, Old Carmy's back.

"What do you mean, why they haven't fired me yet?" You inquire, looking up at him with slight annoyance. "Are you questioning my ability?"

"What? Oh fuck- no. No. Not at all." he stammers, trying to recover. "I just meant that- while the taste is good, the presentation is sloppy, which isn't- it's not what most restaurants want. So it's like, surprising if you haven't tasted the food that you're still around. But- but I tasted the food, and- you know what, I guess I was wrong."

"Wow, Carmen Berzatto admitting he's wrong? That's shocking, considering how fucking stubborn you are." you retort. Thank god, you were beginning to get worried that maybe you were a total asshole to this guy for no reason. But nope, you were right. Carmen's a dick.

"I- how am I stubborn? How? Give me one- one fucking example of me being stubborn. I fuckin' dare you." he raises his voice, and you take a step towards him.

"Gee, let me think. How about every fuckin' day, not taking any suggestions from anyone because you think we're all fucking below you?"

"Okay, okay- first of all, I don't think you're below me-"

"Then how come you never take anything I say seriously? It's like-"

"Don't fuckin' interrupt me, I'm trying to explain myself- if you'd let me-"

"Hey, maybe I wouldn't be interrupting you if you fucking listened to me every once in a while-"

"Maybe I'd listen if you had good ideas-"

"What, like your ideas are better than mine?"

"You know what, yeah! And my dishes are too, bitch!"

"The fuck are you saying about my dishes? You saying I'm a bad chef?"

"Actually- yeah! Yeah, I am saying that! You're a bad chef! You. Are. A. Bad-"

"Oh fuck off, Carmy!"

"Make me! Fuckin-"

"Last time I checked, this was MY station! So how about you leave me the fuck alone, Carmen?"

"I'm only over here 'cause you needed my help so goddamn badly! That lamb was fucking so raw I could hear it fuckin' bleatin' still!"

"I didn't ASK you to help! You just fuckin- sauntered over like some macho man-"

Ah, classic Carmen. Back to bickering with everyone he knew. Especially you. The other chefs start to gather around, watching your argument with the bastard. You two were leaned so close together, faces inches from the other's as you two screamed at each other.

"...Yeah, I said it, and I fucking meant it! And I'll say it again! You're a fuckin'-"

"HEY!"

Your voice fell silent, as well as Carmen's. The group of chef's surrounding you two turned, revealing a head chef who didn't look too pleased.

"Back to work everyone. This is a kitchen, not a preschool. Leave the fights for the playground."

That seemed to end it, and the crowd dispersed. You stared at where the crowd once stood, but Carmy snapped you back to reality.

"Back alley. Now."

You followed him, confused. Why were you going to the alley? To argue more? Or maybe he had something else planned. You shivered at the thought of him pushing you up against the brick wall, trapping you between his strong arms and doing whatever he wanted to you. You wish you didn't enjoy the idea.

As you left the kitchen, coat in hand, cold night air greeted your skin. It was accompanied by the smell of smoke. Carmy leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips and a lighter in his right hand.

He glanced over at you, and raised his eyebrows. "Cig?" he offered the pack to you, and you shook your head.

"Smoking kills, you know." You shiver, and he shrugs.

"Why do you think I do it?"

"God, that was a stupid ass line." you laugh, rubbing your arms to try and warm them up. Curse these New York winters. You looked towards Carmy again, wondering the hell he could survive without a jacket on in his freezing weather.

"You cold?" he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"No shit, sherlock. Great observation."

He chuckles, seemingly a lot more cooled down thanks to the nicotine.

You two sit in silence for a minute, before he speaks again.

"I got a coat, you want it?"

You freeze, contemplating both your shock and your answer. Why was he being so nice? Carmy's usually the biggest asshole in New York, maybe even the united states. But here he is, offering you his coat like it's some kind of first date? Fuck, it's kinda sweet.

You nod, teeth chattering. You figure no harm done; it was either this or freeze to death on the streets of New York. Carmy takes a final puff of his cigarette, before dropping it and putting it out with his shoe. He heads back inside, returning with a heavy winter jacket. He puts it around your shoulders, and you start to feel warmer.

"Thanks." you say. He doesn't reply, enjoying the background noise of the busy New York streets. You decide this is as good a time as ever to cool down, let off some steam. You had to admit, it did get heated in there. You regretted some of the things you said, but there was no way in hell you'd admit that to him.

"Sorry I called you a bitch."

"What?" you laugh. There's no way Carmen Berzatto just apologized. He never apologizes for anything, but now he's saying sorry to you? Of all people, you?

"I said I'm sorry I called you a bitch. Wasn't cool on my end."

"... Apology accepted." you reply awkwardly, trying not to smile. It was oddly sweet of him to actually say sorry for once. "Sorry I said you were an asshole."

"Nothing I haven't heard before." he shrugged. "Plus, you weren't wrong. I was being an asshole."

"Glad you noticed." a laugh escapes your throat. Carmy feels himself blush, but maybe it's just the cold biting at his cheeks.

"So, should we head back inside?" you offered. "I don't know about you, but I'm freezing to death."

"Yeah, sure." he agrees. "You go first, I'm gonna wait out here a bit longer." he adds, watching as you rush back inside, to the heated kitchen.

"Fuck..." is all he manages to say, staring up at the dark sky. It started snowing, he noted. There was already some piled around from the last few days, but this one seemed different. This was one to enjoy. This was one for friends, for family, for lovers.

He wished you'd stayed out here with him.

A/n: Chapter 2 of my work rivals fic is DONE! Hope y'all like it, I'm pretty invested in this series. Tell me if you've got any ideas on what should happen next! Remember to reblog, like, follow, and send in requests! XX, Starr!

Wordcount: 1,885

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

Hello👋, I think this is the first time sending you an ask, I really like your blog and I have a question about something.

And if Y/N were a monkey like SWK's/Monkey King's, how would they react?

I imagine Y/N to be a very pretty white monkey with green or blue eyes (^w^).

I also wanted to know what their reaction would be like if they purred with Y/N or if Y/N started to purr🤔.

Do it if you want!☺️

Aww Thank you i'm glad you like it This makes me feel better about my whole blog🥰🥰 I will gladly answer your question.

You are (Y/N) a Monkey with white fur and Piercing blue eyes. You're pretty Well known for making Food that can heal diseases And fix injuries. Many would come to the very top of your mountain home to ask for your help, But the thing is, you are anti social and you don't like humanity or the demons. We were taking a nap 1 day when suddenly when a Something smacked into The tree you were sleeping in and you Wake up to see another monkey???

(LMK Wukong) He was stunned 😲 he has never seen anything like you. Your snow White fur and your navy blue eyes stared into his very soul. He was also quite perplexed, the only celestial monkeys,He knows of his himself and Macaque So imagine his shock to find us another one in fact a female one. You know exactly who this guy is The monkey king the great sage equal to heaven and all that bull crap, he already sounds annoying So without any word you quickly Kick them off your mountain. Unfortunately that didn't stop him from coming back. Over the years, he wore you down So you finally throw him a bone. And now you two have been married for god knows how long. Their was never a time where you and Wukong purred together as you Cuddle and you kissing him.

(Nezha Reborn wukong) This Guy harasses you something fierce it's been like this for years. With a beautiful Creature that stares at him like dirt on your boots He always comes by flirt and try to court you. Every time you kick him off your mountain he just bounces right back, he just couldn't take a hint. You're kind of glad he Didn't, Because your Marriage wouldn't be what it is today He loves head and chin Scratches because his purrs would be heard from all over the room Along with yours when you're Relaxing with him.

(Monkey Reborn Wukong) You to meet this A**hole when the monk Tang comes to you asking for your assistance for the journey. He's perplexed to find a female Celestial monkey, He'll never admit it but he thought your fur and eyes were kinda pretty. You of course rejected his Master's request and immediately told them to get off your mountain. Wukong didn't like that and demanded that you do what his master saids. Yeah, it did not take long for the exchange To get heated and you both throw hands And the most hilarious part is that He absolutely lost. that was the beginning to a very violent rivalry There was never a time where you were Both weren't yelling, exchanging insults or just full out fighting. Soon a violent fight led to a rather intense make out session before he froze and Dashed away from you something changed from there and soon enough you both got togethersure their was still fight but not violent like before. He'll tease you for purring but shuts up Immediately if he purred Too.

(Hero is back wukong) He may not show it but he was interested in you Appearance, he's never seen anything like you. Not only are you a female celestial monkey, but one with snow white Fur and sharp blue eyes. And it seems like you remind him of himself in a way. You don't socialize at all. He takes his time getting pass your walls and you two become friends and years later get married. I imagine his purrs are deep and that usually tell you that he's either relaxed or Sleeping

(Netflix Wukong) you never got along with the monkey Elders especially with how the ostracized a new monkey who Simply wants to fit in with them. That's right your the only one who befriend Wukong and stayed with him. Sure he was a handful but that's because he was literally brand new. He always like playing with your snow White fur and your eye always head comfort rather then Judgment you purr Quietly While He is also purrs rather loudly but that because you're always petting him

There you Go Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

[minusgangtime]

(Random facts about the Sonic.exe Gang-

(This is kinda long, so read it if you can XD)

(TW: Mentions of murder, mutilation and death)

This AU is the cousin shatterspace to the Mario Madness space

The gang was like the actual gang before but they got encountered by Sonic.exe/Xenophanes, also known as the god of blood and torture and "died" in many different ways

Beta was stabbed twice in the chest and stomach and ripped apart lots of times (his fur, ear and tail)

Beta found his hammer right after he came back to life and used it to defend himself

MB got beheaded, had a giant stick pierced through his body and face, one wing skinned off and his left leg and right arm ripped off

For some reason, MB gets extremely hangry ever since he came back to life- Angry and hungry lol

MB uses the same stick that killed him as a walking stick to balance himself when he moves around (and also as a weapon-)

MB can casually take off his head-

Blue was turned into a fallen angel instead of dying, which was caused by witnessing his homies' deaths- Poor pup <:(

Blue found a chaos emerald while wandering around and now he just needs six more-

Blue was a normal angel before he met Sonic.exe but it's unknown how he became one

Pico got dehorned and his eyes are completely stitched up, making him blind in both of them

Pico tries using his other senses to get him place to place, most of the time that makes him fail miserably XD

Girlfriend wasn't really killed like the others due to her immortality as a demon, but her appearence got horribly mutated and cursed

Girlfriend does have a mouth, but it only appears when she's talking (it's just pink realistic teeth-)

Skid got blunt force trauma to the head, making it broken into pieces and since his body is made of ink, it's melting and mutating at the same time (which explains the tentacle coming out of his face ._.)

Pump only had his right eye and both of his arms ripped off, but somehow, he gained some powers after coming back to life with Skid (uhh- thanks, Eyes! ówò 👍)

Skid and Pump eat a lot of candy to comfort themselves)

[tword-brainrot]

A moment never taken

With tensions still high, Wilson confronts Cameron before finally enjoying a well deserved evening with House.

Ler: Wilson 🖊️

Lee: House 🏡

Word count: ≈1300

(As a warning, this is a continuation of “Broken Lines” which delves into topics that are tagged below. As a result;)

⚠️Viewer discretion advised!⚠️

“I didn’t steal anything!” Cameron exclaimed as she raced down the stairs, a still furious Wilson hot on her trail.

“No, you don’t understand! He doesn’t let just anyone do that, you tried to take it before he was ready to allow you to see it. That’s so unbelievably wrong of you!”

Wilson drew, keeping up with Cameron as they made their way to the parking lot.

“You stole something safe from him, something that allows him to just feel in the moment. And you stole that from him. You stole moments that weren’t yours to steal!”

Cameron whips around to face him.

“Then what makes you and Cuddy so damn special?” She sneered, a genuine curiosity fusing with envy.

Wilson’s gaze burned into her skull as he held his hands tightly together.

“We aren’t constantly seeking his damn approval..He’s just House. He’s not a god, he’s not a demon, or even somebody particularly worthy of idolizing. And he’s certainly not an object that you can toy with at your leisure.” Wilson dropped his expression as Cameron looked away, mildly distraught about her choices.

“He’s just House, as House as the day is long. And we seen him as nothing more and nothing less.”

Cameron began to stutter, drawing a hand to her quivering lips.

“I-I feel like I should apologize but I also feel like I should…”

“Never mention it again? I think that’s best, maybe he’ll speak to you the same as usual instead of not at all. Goodnight, Cameron.”

Wilson walked away from her, still extremely frustrated about what House had to go through.

He couldn’t help but think it was partially his fault, he didn’t have to draw it out any longer than it had been going for. He knew it couldn’t be helped as he made to his car. He was met with a confused house leaning against his passenger door.

“What took you so long?” He yawned, his head still resting on the roof top of Wilson’s car.

“Nothing important…let’s head home, ok?” Wilson replied by softly, gently grasping House’s hand.

“Ummm.. yeah, let’s go..” House agreed, averting his eyes from Wilson’s worried gaze to get in.

Although it couldn’t be readily apparent in his body language, Wilson could see in House’s eyes that he was still shaken up from what had happened. As he began to drive them home, House placed a hand atop Wilson’s on the driver’s shaft of his car which earned a soft smile from his counterpart. The trend of House initiating touch continued when they arrived home and, instead of matching Wilson’s legs on the table, House curled into Wilson and draped his arms around him.

Wilson brought his arm over House’s shoulder to pull him in as House arguably nuzzled into the crook of Wilson’s neck.

“You’re being awfully sweet, aren’t you?” Wilson chuckled a bit, holding House closer as he stared deeply into his piercing, yet soft, blue eyes.

House began to stumble over his words, as if he was being verbally tripped by Wilson’s remark.

“I-I just really needed to be…seen? Er- Held? Umm..Touched by someone I actually trust. I guess take it a-as a thank you for….trying to-“

House paused as Wilson cuts his nervous rambling off by pressing his lips gently into his forehead. He lets out a sigh, nearly wistfully.

“You just know me so well. You know when I’m in over my own head. You know when to push me just past my boundaries without me feeling as if I’m….trapped or unable to escape. You know when I don’t need that either, when to draw back, if you will. It’s…real nice, actually.”

House continued as his face covered with a dusty pink, his thumbs twiddling in his lap.

“I’d…say that you shouldn’t have to thank me for that but..I’m glad I can read you like that. It’s…very reassuring to hear.” Wilson admitted, his voice faltered at House’s unadulterated sincerity.

Wilson’s hand ghosted against House’s neck they watched Monster Trucks together, earning a soft giggle and a trail of goosebumps following.

Wilson attempted to stop himself from going much longer, knowing how badly House was pushed today. However, every few minutes, he caught his fingers fluttering against House’s neck again. Tiny chortles escaped House’s lips, his hands coming down from around Wilson to cover his face.

“S-sorry, I-just…umm…is…this too much?” Wilson stuttered, noticing House’s withdrawing. He was struggling to keep his fingers still.

“Did you not listen to anything I just told you? Or did it simply go in one ear and out the other?”

House chuckled as he looked up at Wilson with a bright grin, his hands flicking at each of Wilson’s ears.

Wilson squeaked lightly but, kept his hands firmly where they were, recognizing the blatant provoking.

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much..ok?”

The green light was blaring.

Wilson took no time in continuing his fluttering fingers, this time, against House’s collarbones.

He quickly started to dissolve into tiny giggles, his hands firmly planted against his trembling mouth.

Wilson gently pulled House’s hand away from his lips. As he did this, he drew small circles into House’s wrist, earning a squeaky yelp.

“You’ve got to stop hiding that smile, it’s…so beautiful. You don’t need to hide it from me, it’s safe.”

Wilson reassured as he directed House’s arms to drape over him again, wrapping his own around House’s torso. Wilson’s fingers landed at the lowest of House’s ribs, ever so gently buzzing into it.

“Nahahahaha!!! Ihihihit looks sihihihilly behehecause its croo-HAHAHA! WaitwaitWAIT!!”

House shrieks as Wilson buzzed firmer, his arms squeezing around Wilson.

“Ah-ah-ah! No talking bad about yourself, ya big bully!” He brought both hands up a few ribs to dig into House, making sure he understood the consequences of his actions.

“I-HIHIHIHI!!! IM SAHAHAHARRY!!!”

House squealed, his arms shaking.

“Don’t say sorry…say…I’m the most handsome doctor in the hospital.” Wilson smirked, moving his buzzing fingers to House’s third rib.

“You-HAHAhaHA! You’re the mohohost handsome dohaHAHacter at the hospital!” House blurted out, clearly not so clearly missing the point.

Wilson chuckled, blushing at how quickly House admitted this.

“N-no. You need to say “I’M the most handsome doctor at the hospital.” As in, you. Get it, giggles?” He teased, now buzzing into House’s second rib.

“B-AHAHA! But thahahat would be a lie! I juhust sa-HAHAHa said you were. That was thehehe truhuhuth! EEHEheheHe!! NoHOhoHo!!”

House squealed as Wilson landed at his top rib, digging slightly under House’s arms.

“Cmonn~ you know you are, with that handsome swagger.” Wilson jived, earning a cackle out of House.

“I-HIHIHIt’s called A-ahahaha! H-HAHahaHa hobble, gehehehet it rihihiHIHIHIGHT! S-SHIHIHIT!”

House retorted, his head throwing back Wilson now directly dug under his arms, determined to get make House think about it differently.

“More like the stankiest of stanky legs, you have such a sexy gait.” Wilson playfully flirted, nuzzling his nose into House’s neck.

“PPFFFFfffftt! YoHo-*snrk!* nAhaHAHA! You gooHOhoHooHoo*snrk!*hohohoof!!”

House’s face burned red, barely able to say a word through his loud snorty laughter.

Wilson turned his nuzzling to light trailing kisses, slowing his hands to a stop as he did so.

House caught his breath after a few minutes, now just making happy low grumbly noises from the kisses.

”So, are you-going-to-say-it?” Wilson asked, continuing his kisses up House’s jaw to land right on the center of his right cheek.

“NaHahahat a chahance!”

House giggled, shaking his head at the sensations.

“Fine, then I’ll say it. You’re the most handsome doctor in the hospital, if not in the country.” Wilson smiled, knowing House’s stubbornness well.

“That’s so nahahat true but, it meheheans a lot coming from you..” House admitted, his blush and smile still burning, giggles still occasionally lingering on his lips.

“It is to me, House. Always has been, always will be.” Wilson beamed, feeling so lucky to be in this moment with him.

RNG fic: prompt 5, I took a fairly different route on this if only to see Wilson and House be soft together challenge my writing. Yeah, that 😅😅

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I’ve never done a matchup before, so I’m sorry if it’s too much! Could I get romantic Star Rail, Demon Slayer, and Genshin matchups? ^^

Pronouns/Sexuality: I use she/her pronouns! My sexuality is a bit complex right now, but I know I fall somewhere under the asexual umbrella. I'm not quick to catch feelings, but when I do, I’m whipped. In terms of romance, I'm attracted to masculine presenting people (ex. cis men, trans men, and non-binaries!)

Zodiac/MBTI: Gemini / INFP

Appearance: Brown eyes. Slightly below shoulder-length denim blue hair with blonde ends - my hair is typically swept to the side, covering my right eye. I stand at 5'1" and am slender for my height. I have pale skin with a few beauty marks on my neck and the side of my face. My fashion style leans toward goth/emo, and I have a few ear piercings, along with a septum piercing!

Personality: On a first impression, I come off as intimidating and aloof. I’ve had friends tell me that I looked like I wanted to kill them when we met and was surprised as I'm really just unsure about how to socialize and unintentionally appear unfriendly. Beyond that, I'm a laidback and open-minded individual. I tend to reflect too much, unconsciously psychoanalyzing myself/others. I'd describe myself as a pessimist, and my thoughts can sometimes dwell in dark places that I get stuck in sometimes. Isound monotonous, which I find hilarious because I tend to deliver the darkest jokes with a straight face, leaving people confused. I often playfully pretend to have a god/superiority complex; I'm known for my biting sarcasm, snarkiness, stubbornness, and occasional sassiness. However, I'm also logical and prioritize thinking with my head before my heart. My demeanor can switch between being playfully sarcastic and being timid and awkward, depending on how well I know someone. I have a tendency to be a people pleaser, even going so far as to sacrifice my own well-being for people I don't even know well. I’m a good listener, but I severely lack charisma.

Likes: Drawing, sword collecting, history, playing/watching video games, writing, TTRPGs, rain/thunderstorms, my five cats, metal/rock music, the colors blue/purple/red, the moon, and star-gazing.

Dislikes: People who can’t maintain an open mind, the color green, being in the sun, doctors, heights, and people who are immature, blindly optimistic, or excessively loud.

Extra Information: I'm scatterbrained and forgetful with doing certain things (ex. Taking medicine, eating breakfast, etc.) I also tend to do better with people similar to me, personality, interest, or backstory wise! But also maybe someone who would push me to leave my comfort zone or pull me out of my pessimism.

Thank you! ✨

Hi! Oh my goodness! It's so exciting being someone's first matchup request! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Caelus matches your sarcastic nature well. However, while you’re more open about saying those things out loud, Caelus is more the type to keep them to himself, until you’re alone.

Then the sass comes out in full force as you both talk about your days.

Caelus is reasonably mature and open minded, so arguments will rarely happen. He also strikes me as a bit of a people pleaser. But don’t think that will stop him from expressing his opinion.

Video game dates! Caelus loves video games and is pretty flexible about what you play. Whether it’s a multiplayer where you’re on a team or facing off, or a single player where you take turns with the controller, Caelus just enjoys sharing one of his main hobbies with you.

Will take you stargazing. The Star Rail is great for that since there’s stars everywhere you look. But Caelus also enjoys finding good stargazing spots when you get to a new planet.

There’s always a whole new sky to look at and you can learn about it together.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Giyu’s another one who loves your sarcastic nature. He thinks it’s a nice change from the overly optimistic people he’s surrounded by on a daily basis.

Your stubborn streak is something he’s more familiar with. Between Inosuke and Tanjiro, as well as the other hashira, there are a lot of stubborn people in his life.

He can be a bit close minded sometimes but, as shown when he accepted Nezuko, Giyu can open up to ideas that he’s initially sceptical of.

Not a loud person and appreciates that you’re not overly loud either. He enjoys being able to spend quiet time with you reading or watching you draw.

His favourite moments are when you’re relaxing together and there’s gentle rain outside. He can very easily fall asleep like that.

I see Giyu as someone who doesn’t mind cats. He resonates with them. They remind him a lot of himself. So needless to say, he will get along well with your cats; he doesn’t pester them but he’ll give them affection when they approach him.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Diluc enjoys being able to spend time with you. He appreciates the peace and quiet after time spent in the Angel’s Share. Whether that involves watching you draw, reading something you’ve written, or relaxing in silence, he loves every moment of it.

He’s also glad you’re a good listener because after a shift at the tavern, Diluc enjoys talking about all the patrons he encountered. It’s a good method of decompensating.

He likes your cats but he’s not sure whether he genuinely likes them or because you like them. Either way, they remind him a lot of Diona which leads to some interesting interactions.

Like Caelus, Diluc enjoys stargazing with you. He’ll take you into the vineyards where no one will disturb the two of you and lay out a blanket to rest on.

In a house as old as Dawn Winery, there’s sure to be a decent collection of swords. Diluc is more than happy to let you add to it as you see fit. He’s happy with his claymor but it can’t hurt to have a selection at hand.

[darkluvwriter]

Ice Queen

Chapter 1: New teammate

Friday night was a special night for students of Woodlands College. It was hockey night. Hockey night meant three things: Beer, friends, and fighting. Kids running down the hall crowded with people holding banners and wearing jerseys. Ticket after ticket was being sold. Beer was flowing from the taps. Cheers, yelling, and stomping sounds echoed throughout the skating rink. A large group of girls in the stands holding banners with Jayden written in pink glitter. Everyone around me becomes harmonized cheering and yelling while I sat quietly watching the game intently. The players on the ice chased after the puck with every energy they could muster. Stick from stick it was passed, but then the opposing team would intercept the other one. Other players slamming the other into the boards. Each slam caused me to gasp or flinch, yet a thrill ignited me. Sports were barbaric in a way. We all liked watching the barbaric ways the hockey players fought for the puck. All to win glory. Glory was the most important thing in sports. Without the glory, people don’t see a reason to compete to fight. A fight for glory.

My eyes shifted to the scoreboard that hung over the rink. We were losing by one point. My eyes fell back onto the players. Half the players were wearing jerseys with wolf heads baring their sharp teeth. The other half of the players had a Falcon head on them poise and strong. I watched a Wolf player sneak behind the Falcon player who had the puck slam them against the boards while they were preoccupied. I saw another Wolf player on the defense team get into another player’s face in front of the goal. It made sense why we were named the wolves. We fought like wolves: vicious and calculated.

Suddenly my phone went off and I looked at the notification. My phone was ice cold just like my hands. It was hard to type with cold stiff fingers.

‘Did you see Jayden’s new Instagram post? It is hot!’ The text read with multiple fire emojis and eggplant emojis.

I rolled my eyes; it was my friend she simped hardcore for Jayden, but what girl didn’t simp for Jayden? He was everything a woman desired and craved. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and abs. I also heard from many different girls that he fucks like a demon and can find your g spot in seconds. That was all I knew about him. I opened my Instagram and the first pic I saw was Jayden’s. There Jayden stood in the locker room. He was facing the full-length mirror with his phone in his hand. He was completely shirtless. His muscles were defined. His abs were delicious. It made any girl even me want to trail my tongue down them. Any girl would die to taste those abs of his and sometimes I think I was even that girl, but I couldn’t be like every other girl because I wasn’t. I was wrong.

‘He looks okay.’ I texted back with a rolling eye emoji.

My friend then sent me multiple texts; how dare you question such hotness. How dare you insult such a god of sexiness.

I rolled my eyes again. A god of sexiness. Sure he was hot, but not a god of sexiness.

Before I could text her back I heard the crowd go silent around me. The goalie of the team was on his knees. There were players surrounding him. My eyes caught my Mom and Dad rushing to the other side of the rink and I quickly followed behind. My brother was holding his inner thigh. He was now on the bench where the other players sat. My parents looked at each other and picked up my brother on either side.

“Alice I need you to grab your brother’s stuff while we take him to the car. Can you do that?” My mom asked.

I nodded.

“I can help her!” I heard a male voice speak up.

I turned to see him take off his helmet; he had a smile on his face. His hair was fluffy and blonde. He had freckles across his nose with hazel doe eyes. His face reminded me of a puppy. My cheeks turned red and I fidgetted.

“Thank you, Dylan.” My parents thanked him and left.

Dylan walked in his skates towards me, but he made sure that he was far enough that his skates would not harm me. Dylan was taller than me. He had a big smile on his face I could see his tail practically wagging if he had one. I looked up at him with a gentle nervous smile.

“Follow me.” He turned and walked past me towards the locker room.

I was hesitant and followed behind him. I couldn’t look forward; my eyes were trained on the ground. I was following the cutest guy I had ever seen in my life to a secluded locker room with no one else around. The dirty things that filled my head would make him blush. I mentally kicked myself for having dirty thoughts of someone I had just met and who was just helping me. I felt like at that moment I was a nice guy and I was disgusted with myself. Dylan opened the door holding it for me. I walked into the locker room.

The locker room was plain looking-except for the large wolf head painted on the wall; the same one on his jersey. There were cabinets around me each one filled with people’s personal belongings and bags. Benches around the room as well. There was a hall down that led to the showers.

“I believe this one is your brother’s.” Dylan walked to the cabinet on the far right closest to the hall towards the showers.

I swallowed. My mind filled with thoughts of Dylan in the shower; his hands running through his hair. I wondered what he looked like without his equipment. Naked and bare. Did his face match his body? Was it just as good-looking as his face? I went to my brother’s cabinet. My eyes drifted to the side to look back at Dylan. He was sitting on the bench next to me. My eyes drifted to between his legs. I wondered how big he was.

Stop! Alice, you need to grab your brother’s stuff and leave now.

Yet my eyes lingered longer than I wanted; I grabbed my brother’s bag and left the locker room quickly. I left Dylan behind. I couldn’t face Dylan at that moment as dirty thoughts of him in the shower kept circling in my mind. How could I have such thoughts about someone I just met? DIgusting and perverted. That is who I was. However, when I got in the car with my brother’s bag in my lap I could not stop imagining Dylan in the shower. I bit my bottom lip.

I imagined his strong slender fingers running through his wet blonde hair. His muscles flexed. The water hit his muscular chest and ran down his abs. Droplets of water dripped from his pink plush lips. Droplets I wanted to taste on his lips. The way his hands roamed on his body covered in soap. I imagined his cock and licked my lips. What would it look like? How big and thick would it be? My insides were burning with desire. My thighs rubbed against each other my pussy needing some kind of friction. I could feel the dampness of my panties and leggings. The tight fabric sticking to me causing more discomfort.

Distraction. I need a distraction.

I pulled out my phone to see the millions of text messages my friend had texted me about Jayden and how hot he was, but all I could think about was Dylan. Jayden didn’t compare to Dylan in my opinion, but me reading my friend’s texts gushing over Jayden distracted me from Dylan. Calmed my insides down and stopped the wetness in between my legs.

My parents dropped me off at home then went to the hospital with my brother. I didn’t mind. It wasn’t uncommon for my brother to get hurt while playing hockey. One time his finger was broken completely bent the other way, yet they taped it and he still played. Hockey caused injuries. Sports caused injuries. It was a part of it. There was no way around it. Everyone got hurt in sports at one time or another.

I went straight to my room. There I lay in bed with a sigh. I couldn’t get Dylan out of my head. His sweet smile, beautiful eyes, and cute freckles. I wiggled out of my leggings and panties laying on the bed with just my sweatshirt on. The wetness in my legs did not subside. Instead, it got worse. The burning desire inside me got worse. I couldn’t stop myself; I reached down and gently rubbed at the lips feeling and spreading the wetness. I lifted my sweatshirt and put it in my mouth. Back arched off the bed with my sweatshirt in my mouth soaking it with my salvia. I moved my fingers up and rubbed my clit with the other hand squeezing my supple breast. I closed my eyes as I thought of Dylan touching and squeezing my breast. With his other hand teasing my clit. I rubbed my clit faster with the thought in my head of Dylan touching me from behind in the locker room. My legs trembled and shook while my toes curled. I thought of Dylan holding me up while rubbing my clit with no mercy as my legs shook and trembled. I cried out his name cumming causing a stain on my bed.

Panting I pulled the sweatshirt out of my mouth; the part of it being soaked. I pulled off my sweatshirt. I grabbed new clothes and went straight to the shower. In the shower with the hot water hitting my skin and wetting my hair, I wondered what Dylan thought of me.

He probably thought I was just some awkward girl. Not worth his time. I was just my brother’s sister. Nothing more.

Although I was twenty years old and a few years younger than my brother, it was just what everyone thought of me. The sister. I finished washing my hair and body. I turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my wet naked body. I looked at myself in the mirror. My colored hair and piercings. My tattoos and crooked teeth. I wondered if anyone found me pretty. I wondered if anyone found me as cute as I found Dylan. Would anyone think of me in that way? I grabbed my clothes and got dressed before I stared at the mirror and criticized every part of me that I found ugly about myself. I went back to my room and flopped on my bed. My mind was filled with thoughts of me being ugly, unattractive, and unlovable. Hours went by while my body lay there as a statue compared to my brain which was a carousel. Round and round it went with harsh words of insecurity. I lifted my head when I heard muffled voices. Before I left my room, I got up and pulled on my clothes. A T-shirt and shorts. The fabric clung to my body from the still dampness of my body. I snuck out of my room and leaned over the corner. There was a small gap between my room and the living room. In the living room, we had a semi-open space with a couch against a half-wall that connected to the kitchen. Our apartment had three bedrooms and two baths. I liked it here.

Crutches lay next to the tan couch. My brother was sitting on the far right of the couch. His leg was lifted by the table with a pillow under it with an ice pack on his inner thigh.

Shit.

My parents were facing my brother away from me. They were all too preoccupied discussing to see me.

“I have to play Mom! I need to be out there. I’m the only goalie!” My brother shouted.

“Jackson, you have a groin injury. You can not play. It is too dangerous. You need the most rest you can get. At least 8 weeks the doctor said.” My mom spoke sternly.

This was the first time I saw my parents not allow my brother to play. That he was too injured.

“I’m the only goalie. What do you expect the team to do?” My brother spoke with concern and worry in his voice.

“They don’t have a substitute? A backup goalie?” My Dad asked.

“I will ask the guys. Tell them what happened.” My brother spoke then pulled out his phone.

The minute he sent the message he got many replies back from how much his phone vibrated. He let out a sigh and tossed his phone on the couch. His head leaned back on the couch showing his frustration.

“No one wants to do it.” He complained.

“Well, if no one wants to do it. Then what about your sister?” My Mom proposed.

The idea was so ludicrous that it hung in the air with complete silence as if everyone had to let it sink in. Alice, me, be the goalie of my brother’s team? There was no way they would allow me to do it.

But it was my ticket back on the ice and my ticket to Dylan.

“Mom, Alice can’t do it. We have a championship coming up. This is important and Alice hasn’t played since...” My brother cut himself off.

“Your sister is just as capable as you are.” My mom stated clearly.

“I didn’t say that, but we have to place. The games before matter whether we make it to it or not.” My brother stated.

I was shaking watching my family discuss whether I was capable enough to take my brother’s place. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure, but in that moment I knew I had to try.

“I can do it!” I jumped out.

Everyone turned their attention. My Mom had a smile on her face.

“Your team will teach her and I’m confident she will make it to the championship with your team.” My Mom would not back down.

“Buddy, you want to see your team get to the championship right? In eight weeks you will have the championship. You won’t miss it. Your sister will just be playing the games leading up to it. That isn’t so bad, right? And you know your sister can do it. Trust in your sister. In your parents. Your team.” My Dad spoke up.

“Please, Jackson! I know I can do this. Please let me be back on the ice again. I want to go back even for just a short time.” I begged.

“Fine. I will tell the guys.” My brother sighed with a sheepish smile.

I hugged my brother tight and my parents after. I was so giddy. Filled with such excitement. However, behind that excitement, fear was close behind. I was going to take my brother’s place.

Pov

Dylan adjusted the grip on his stick. His knees were bent as he leaned forward. He felt sweat drip down his face. He tasted the saltness on his lips when his tongue ran across his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his ears. He was aching all over, but it felt good at the same time. His eyes lifted from the ice to the crowd. Many people on the benches cheering his team on. Cheering him on. He noticed one girl who wasn’t cheering though. She was quietly sitting there. Colorful strands of hair spilled out of the beanie she was wearing. In a bulky sweatshirt and printed leggings, but she wasn’t close enough to see what was on them. She was beautiful. Dylan wanted a closer look. He wanted to see how beautiful she truly was. He wanted to observe every detail of her.

Suddenly he felt Jayden push his head from behind.

“Dude, get your fucking head in the game,” Jayden growled.

He was so lost in the girl’s beauty that he missed the face-off completely and the other team had the puck without a fight. He was missing everything about the game. That girl was dangerous. Distracting him so easily. He took off on his skates forward towards the opponent with the puck.

Fuck. Fuck. Get your head in the game. Your team is counting on you.

He growled. Angry with himself. The moment he had the player right where he wanted him. He slammed the player against the boards with all his strength. His anger dissipated when he got the puck back. He skated down to the middle of the ice with the puck. Before an opponent could steal it he passed it to Jayden. Jayden took the puck and shot toward the net from the nearest red line. Jayden was always a show-off like that. Had to always make the shot. Had to always shoot from as far as he could. Always to impress others. Jayden thrived on impressing others. And he did, because when he shot at the net with all his strength his stick in the air it went right in past the goalie’s chest. Jayden smirked to himself and skated towards the bench. Cheers echoed throughout the rink. Girls screaming Jayden’s name holding up glittery pink banners as if he was some kind of God. Dylan rolled his eyes. He skated back to the face-off. It was a heated game of sticks slapping against sticks. Players slammed into the boards. Dylan had the puck again when he noticed his teammate getting into an opponent's face. Yelling and shoving. That is when someone stole the puck from him and went straight for the net. It happened all in slow motion. The moment Dylan lost the puck. The other player went straight to the net as fast as he could. Others were preoccupied with the two players shoving and yelling at each other. The goalie getting ready for the puck as fast as he could. Then Dylan saw it. The goalie spread his leg too far when trying to block the shot. He went down. Then there was a whistle. Everyone went quiet. Dylan rushed right over to his teammate.

“Dude! You okay?” He asked quickly.

“I think I tore something.” His friend spoke through pained breaths.

“Oh fuck. Let’s get you off the ice.” He lifted his friend off the ice holding him up.

He was heavy, but not too heavy. Jayden skated over getting to the other side of the goalie. Dylan looked at him shocked.

“Stop staring and help me get him off the ice.” Jayden rolled his eyes.

“Right.” Dylan nodded.

They both helped the goalie off the ice. Jackson was sitting on the bench with his leg lifted. His parents were right there and behind his parents was the girl Dylan had been staring at. The distraction. The dangerous girl. She was even more beautiful up close. Her doe eyes, button nose, and soft lips. Short and petite. He noticed she was wearing glasses. Round thin glasses. They looked cute on the girl as if enhancing her beauty if that was even possible. He watched Jackson’s parents speak to the girl. Alice was her name. Alice. It was a name that fit her well. Dylan couldn’t help himself. He volunteered to help Alice. He pulled off his helmet. His hands were slightly shaking with nerves gripping his heart. What if she didn’t think he was attractive? It would be a stab in the heart. However, the moment he took off his helmet and went towards her he swore he could see her cheeks turn pink. He swore he could see in her eyes amazement. Almost even captivated by him. There was no way it was real though right? No one had ever been captivated by him especially compared to his other teammates.

He led her to the locker room. He sat down on the bench to keep himself in control. He was drooling at her ass when he saw how perfectly supple it was in her leggings. He still didn’t know what was printed on them because all he could do was stare at her perfect ass, how he wanted to grab it and feel it in his hands. How would it feel if he squeezed it? He noticed her eyes on him for a moment. Did her eyes just drift between his legs? Did he just see something else in her eyes? Something like hunger? Something like lust? His cock twitched and jumped when her eyes drifted to it then his face. His face was probably red at that moment. What was she thinking? How perverted was she? He swallowed. Did he really care about how perverted she was? He was unsure. He had the same perverted thoughts in his mind when staring at her ass, so maybe there weren’t much different from each other. Two perverts made for each other.

Dylan rubbed his thighs; He watched Alice grab Jackson’s bag and walk out quickly. No bye. No thanks. It felt awkward and Dylan’s heart dropped into his stomach. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to get to know her. He at least wanted to ask for her number, but instead, she was gone. Would he see her again? He hoped.

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 32

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson Vampire no capes or tight but fangs and might,

Clark pov

I walked up the snow garden it was becoming dawn in an hour. The fight with Raz felt like an eternity dealing with him and Thalia this is very taxing to the soul if I go back home it wouldn't be safe I was in limbo of two worlds my normal teaching life and this one... who had no label and only few could understand it.

It kept snowing on me it was like I was trapped in a snow globe and I was. I am trapped with this forever young man who isn't a young man but a vampire I would have to help him fight demons I probably don't even know how to fight I would have to depend on him.

I was never a fighter.

Still clutching the frozen roses in my hand I watched my surroundings, everything covered in frost and snow how did this happen so quickly I will never know I walk down I didn't know I walked this far from the manor.

I passed a well this place had gothic but whimsical theme to it in the summer this place would be a sight to see my mother would be envious of.

As I was getting closer to the manor that's strange I feel like I am getting closer, I just walk in circles or did I go in the right direction.

I am so confused that I am lost that I can't just walk in front of the house and then end up walking down the same path going toward the house.

God is my mind playing tricks on me it didn't Richard walked up to me. Long black silky thick hair blew as cold breeze played in it I watched as he got closer to me.

Something is strange I don't know what it is but it is weird he is weird. "I got you roses." I held up the frozen blooms in my hands extending them to him he took them from me. He smiled a wide smile with his fangs showing I stepped back a little I felt a wave of fear prickling up my spine telling me to run.

I didn't.

"Thank you Clark." He says he hissed one of the thorns pricked him blood came out from his thumb, He sucked it and gazed at me in a very seductive way blue eyes turned grey right before my eyes.

I felt like I had nowhere to run I felt weak like prey. He still had a smile on his face as he watched me thump still in his mouth.

"Want some." He offered his thumb to me I grimaced and took a step back he laughed at me he never laughed at me before. "Come on baby don't be like that." I didn't like his tone of voice he's mocking me and getting close to me. "Come I'll keep you warm." I didn't like how drape his hand over my shoulder he nozzled my neck burying his face there.

My heart raced.

"You smell so pure like fresh linens on a summers day I never saw clear skies in over five or six hundred years. But being close to you it feels so close to it all I ever knew was the night sky." I needed to break free from his embrace his hands were all over me it felt wrong he is over stepping my boundaries.

"Stop it Richard I don't want this." I started to struggle against his embrace he held me firmly. Even if I was taller than him he is far more stronger each struggle made his vice grip tighten on me I couldn't really move.

"You're so sexy." I could feel his teeth grazing my throat I panic and my struggles are in vain we stumble on the snowy ground. "God Richard please no." He kissed me on the lips I bit his lips he barked a laugh with grey eyes looking at me amused. "I never ask you for anything all I want is a taste of you."I punched him hurting my hand he never even felt my assault his head didn't even move away when I launched my fist at him.

"You will pay for that sunshine." The nickname sounded so mean hearted. "Leav..." I felt something pierce my throat he was fast I didn't see his head go down he took and took my blood I was on the ground pine to the snow, I couldn't fight if I remember anything is to scream but I couldn't even do that while he is taking me.

This can't be Richard not him he wouldn't do that to me he wouldn't hurt me like this never.

I lay there and I got tired of struggling. "Richard why..." I manage to say. "Because you ratted me out." I never did such a thing to him and then I realise this isn't Richard.

A flood of visions hit me and I am in the house and Tim gives me a look, This look I couldn't shake off and forgot about it till now. All I see is that Tim is chained by the neck as Thor held the chained to his wrist sitting on a chair watching him.

I lay on the snow it was all a cruel trick a game Tim played on me as he used his powers and used me that way, Like I was... nothing he would ruin me if he had a chance he did my mind.

Tears prickle down my cheek as I didn't realise that I reached the manor a long time ago and I was in front of the manor the whole time the roses lay next to me on the ground. "Clark WHAT happened." Richard shook me I was still riding the illusion off of me.

"He touched me." I wailed laying in the snow shielding my face from him.

End of act 32 next is act 33

Thank you for reading

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[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

Cryo Archon!Childe fucking his wife on their wedding night and he gets her pregnant? and he's a little yandereish like the way you write him? your work is sublime

Thank you~! I had fun writing this since I never once entertained Childe being a cryo archon but the image of him having the signature tip dyed hair was simply o(*////▽////*)q

In Snezhnaya with Love

Summary: Cryo Archon's most treasured and beloved possession was not his gnosis, but the Tsaritsa that was protected in the depths of the Zapolyarny Palace.

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Of the current Seven, the Cryo Archon, the Tsar of Snezhnaya was famed for his glorious victories in the battlefield, a once human who vanquished gods when meeting gods and slayed demons when meeting demons. All Snezhnayans held their Cryo Archon with high regards, loved him and respected him for all the battles he had won for himself and that of Snezhnaya. They tell the story of their Archon, the second to ascend among the Original Seven, whose battle prowess was second only to Morax of Liyue.

Though no one knew their Tsar’s once mortal name, their were many monikers he went by at the times he paraded himself as a mortal; Tartaglia of the Harbingers when in Snezhnaya, Childe when in Liyue, Herrscher in Mondstadt, Wakasama in Inazuma, Le Seigneur in Fontaine, Bhagavan in Sumeru, and Kasike in Natlan. Thus, the people of Snezhnaya found no need to discover their Archon’s once name.

And you were one of them, you had no need nor want to know the Cryo Archon, the Tsar, beyond what he wanted his people to know. All that mattered was that you loved him just as your fellow countrymen did. Though you were no devout follower of the Tsar, despite your status as the heiress of 10 Noble Houses of Snezhnaya’s high society, you still carried yourself like one.

You were after all graced with his element, and your Uncle Pulcinella’s position in the Harbingers ensured that you brought no shame to the prestige of your bloodline and your status as a Cryo Vision Holder. You were the embodiment of your Archon’s ideals, Strength not only to protect one’s self and family but also to challenge the Divine.

It was the price you willingly paid to enjoy the privileges your vision and status granted you. Perhaps in another world you would have gone on and married someone not out of love but out of duty, but such thoughts flew out of the window that one summer day in Morepesok.

It had been a vacation for you, a rare moment of freedom from the prying and judging eyes of the world. You had been allowed to roam free in your Uncle Pulcinella’s vacation villa in the rural seaside village. It was one of the top tourist destinations in Snezhnaya, a town seemingly stuck in time, where the rest of Snezhnaya was filled with towering buildings and skyscrapers of metal and light, Morepesok retained the traditional houses of Snezhnaya.

A rare glimpse of the past long gone. It was during this trip that you had your fateful encounter with the young man, his orange hair with sky blue tips that gently swayed in the cold wind, and his piercing blue eyes that had taken your breath away.

He smiled at you, curious and just a touch of arrogance that let you know he knew he was handsome. Your cheeks flushed not from the cold but from embarrassment.

“Hey there, girlie~!” He called out as he trotted towards you, his hunter attire letting you know he was one of the hunters of Morepesok.

“He-hello” You greeted him back, soft and shy. Stuttering as you felt your heartbeat quicken with each step that he took towards you.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous in this area?” He asked you, eyes glinting with cold amusement and something in you wanted to rise to his unspoken challenge.

“Oh? Was there?” You replied, “With this being part of my uncle’s villa, I doubt that there is anything here that would be dangerous to me…”

His smile fades away and you continued, “Of course even if this part of the woods is no longer a part of his villa, other than our beloved Tsar’s ire, I would be the most dangerous creature out here.”

You punctuated your words with the masterful and powerful display of your control over Cryo. The frostarm lawachurl heading towards your location toppled over, the top of their head bleeding out from the spikes of cryo that burst out from their forehead. Their dying cry had the man before you looking back and his laughter echoed in the desolate winter forest of Morepesok.

“Hahahaha!” He laughed, hands on his stomach as he bent over “Amazing, comrade! This is the first time I’ve ever seen Cryo be used in such a way! Not even the Tsar was said to be that ruthless!”

You smiled at him, sweet and pleased at his praise, “Perhaps, our beloved Tsar has yet to meet an opponent that would make him use such cruelty.”

“Interesting, I’m Ajax of Morepesok. And you...must be Pulcinella’s treasured niece” His smile turned more genuine offering his hand to you he added, “Something tells me would get along most splendidly.”

And as you gave him your hand, he brought it close to his lips, kissing it gently and you knew, as the distant sound of the waves crashing into the shore sounded in the forest, that your first defeat was in the hands of this charming young man.

And it was your sweetest defeat, you spent most of your days in his cabin, an inheritance from his deceased family, your time split between sparring with him and going ice fishing. Each moment spent made you stronger, Ajax taught you in every weapon he knew. Each touch that corrected your stance sent shivers down your spine.

And neither of you shied away from the inevitable. His touches became less innocent, less sincere in teaching you. And you took every opportunity to have skinship with him, from taking advantage of the gentle cold air to asking for his help in reeling in the ridiculously large fishes in Morepesok.

Despite the never ending cold of Snezhnaya, the distance between you and Ajax slowly melted away with each shed of layer between the two of you. In his cabin, you were just a young maiden in love, and he was just your strong lover who sheltered you from the harshness of the world.

The domesticity of your everyday life with him lulled you into a false sense of comfort, the mornings and afternoons spent with him would come to an end. Maybe, it was the knowledge that you would never be able to return to this time, or perhaps it was your reluctance to be forgotten so easily that led to this point.

The moment Ajax had kissed you against his door, you had shed all pretense of propriety. You kissed him back, tongue entangling with his as his hands ventured down and began divesting you of your clothes. Neither of you stopped kissing as your hand went to his pants and unbuckled his belt, his hydro vision dropping to the ground in sync with him removing your top that held your cryo vision.

You broke off to breath and found your neck being kissed as Ajax lifted you up and you let out a surprised gasp. Your arms automatically embraced his neck as he brought you upstairs and into his bedroom. You had no chance to look around as he gently placed you atop his soft bed.

His lips trailed down from your neck to the center of your chest down to your groin, leaving a soft trail of kisses before he began to eat you out.

Outside the window of his room, snow fell harshly and the windows softly shook with each gust of wind. Idly you wondered what had made the Tsar rage about but this thought was lost to the lust and pleasure of your love making with Ajax.

You laid on his chest, utterly spent as he curled his arm around you and gave you soft kisses atop your head. Neither of you spoke, unwilling to face the reality of your departure. But you were never one to falter from the things that you didn’t like.

You were always moving forward. Bravely facing whatever comes your way, be it life or love. So you broke the silence, because it was what you believed you owed him.

“I’m enlisting in the Fatui” Your voice soft, “This would be most likely the last time we would meet.”

You felt his hand on your waist tighten before it relaxed. You looked at him and was greeted by his warm smile.

“But not definitely” He said and your heart ached because you knew that even if you met him next time there was no chance for anything more.

“Ajax, the next time we meet, I will no longer be as I am today.”

“...”

His eyes grew cold and you found yourself underneath him, he looked at you darkly and foolishly you still found yourself lost in his beautiful eyes.

“We will meet again,” he said, voice hard and steely “and no one would be able to take you away from me.”

His kiss was hard and biting, cold and passionate, and for a moment you believed him.

“Promise me then,” You begged him as tears gathered in the edges of your eyes as you surrendered to him once more “promise me that you’ll wait for me, that you’ll fight for me and I’ll return to you and fight for you.”

“I promise” Ajax smiled, his coldness and anger melting away as he showered you with all of his love. Leaving traces of himself on you, marking you to proclaim his rightful ownership of you.

Enlisting in the Fatui and joining their ranks hadn’t been easy with the additional expectation being brought by your familial connection with one of the current Harbingers, and with that the hatred and envy of others. You didn’t care for it though, thoughts of Ajax and the life you’d have with him making it easier for you. Then again, the Fatui was a place where strength was respected and it was something you had in spades, from fighting abilities to scheming. You didn’t have the best leadership skills but that was something that could be slowly learned.

All in all, you had gritted your teeth, bore the difficulties, and slowly but surely made your way up in the ranks and into being a Harbinger. Innamorati, they called you and you it was a name you proudly wore. A name bestowed upon you by your beloved Cryo Archon, the Tsar with his bright orange hair and deep blue eyes that reminded you of Ajax.

It was surprising to see such a familiar and beloved face in that of the beloved Archon but you had learned to hide your emotions. But even as you walked away from him and went home to celebrate, the unmistakable pull you felt didn’t allow you to delude yourself completely.

You needed to see Ajax.

The trip to Morepesok was faster with the portable waypoint Ajax had made you. An easy temptation to meet him in the middle of your enlistment but one you never took. You wanted to prove yourself, and at the same time show him that you’d never easily cave, be it for him or for something else, you would keep your word. And maybe that was why the waiting figure of your Tsar, in Ajax’ clothes, had shaken your heart.

The winds howled and snow fell harshly, each step he took towards made you tremble whether it was from trepidation or something else you didn’t know but as he took a strand of your hair and held close to his lips you couldn’t help but call for him,

“Ajax?”

You felt at loss, not knowing how much of the days you spent with him were true, not knowing if his words had been meant. You wouldn’t be able to take it if it wasn’t.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, gently and comforting as he took you into his arms and held you tight enough that it hurt.

You didn’t know what to say, unable to put your feelings into words so you buried your face into his chest, held him just as tight with your trembling hands and begged him to understand what your heart wanted.

You never noticed how you remained unaffected by the cold, despite the howling winds and harshly falling snow that surrounded you. All you could think of was the feeling you held tightly as Ajax carried you inside his home, up to his bedroom and slowly but gently began to undress you.

You made no protest beyond the need to have your hand held by his. He had laughed, soft and gentle, at your clinginess but no less than pleased at it.

“I’d need my hand to properly undress you” He said even if he had no problem tearing your clothes off.

You gave him an unimpressed glance but nonetheless leaned close when he moved to take your panties off, you snuggled closer to him, holding his hand tighter. You felt your panties drop to your feet and you moved to take it off them. Ajax pushed you to sit and the bed, finding it adorable and pleasing how you easily complied.

Trusted him so much that you made no protest beyond the soft pout when he untangled your hands. He gently rolled your black thigh highs off your legs, raising one leg high to slowly and teasingly slide it off your smooth legs.

He smirked at seeing your pussy twitch ever so often, knowing that you were surely having lewd thoughts. So he pulled you closer by your legs until your pussy was just a scant few centimeters away from his face. Your breath hitched and you unconsciously wanted to close your legs but his hands stopped it and began the process of taking off your remaining thigh highs. The process barely took a minute but it felt so long that you were ready to beg him.

When your thighs were freed from your thigh highs, you spread your legs, fingers going towards your labia and spreading it wide for him to see.

“Please?” You begged, voice soft and cute as you showed him your glistening wet pussy.

And Ajax, had never been one to deny you. Spoiling you with gifts and affection until you were drunk and dizzy from it. His mouth pressed close to your cunt, tongue licking the outside, circling your clit before it made its way in. He ate you like the sweet treat that you were, holding your thighs securely as you writhed on the bed with pleasure, moans growing louder and louder with each passing minute until you were crying for release.

He was relentless in teasing you, calloused hands teasing your clit before stopping when you were on the edge of your orgasm.

“Ajax~” You cried his name, moaning and panting as his fingers fucked you “please le—ahh!”

“Aren’t you my most devoted Harbinger?” He teased, “Surely you can hold on until I order you to come?”

You nod your head with slight hesitation but it was something Ajax could forgive seeing how you were feverish with want and your earlier words of begging for his cock.

His fingers went in and out of your pussy, each thrust accompanied by the squelch of your slick, his saliva and the hydro that coated his fingers. Your pussy loosened with each passing minute as he alternated his attention to your sweet cunt and your cute clit.

When he had deemed you loose enough, he stood up and freed his cock from the tight and uncomfortable confines of pants, he let his pants and briefs drop to the floor before he climbed the bed and in one smooth motion, plunged his cock into your waiting wet pussy.

“Cum” He ordered and you did, voice a sweet melody to his ears as he fucked you through your orgasm, the loud creaking of the bed and the sound of the head board as it repeatedly slammed on the wall made you aware of your situation, as the haze of lust slightly lifted.

It didn’t do much beyond making you want to hold his hand which Ajax did, held your hand as he repeatedly rammed his cock into your pussy, slowly reaching your depths with each thrust of his cock until he let out his cum inside you, spilling it deep inside your pussy that Ajax knew that there wasn’t any impossibility you wouldn’t end up pregnant.

He softly fell on top of you, caging you beneath him as you hugged his muscular back and simply existed in that moment. His cock remained inside of you and the feeling of being connected in such a way, on having all of him touching your skin, the soft sound of his ragged breaths and his scent mixing with the smell of sex that pervaded your nose anchored you in this precise moment.

Where the world felt like it had melted away leaving the two of you alone. Neither a monarch and his subject nor a god and its believer. Just you and him, as lovers.

“Did you really mean it?” You asked, soft and preparing for the worst.

“Yes,” He answered, voice equally soft as he squeezed you tight, he continued “I meant every I love yous I said to you, every promise made.”

He kissed you on your neck, on the vein that betrayed your heart’s quick pulse. He inhaled your scent which he had missed so dearly, remembering the nights he had spent thinking of you, wondering what you were doing. The nights he laid awake missing your warmth on his side, the afternoon naps where he held you close to his heart.

He watched from afar as you slowly and steadily made your way up in the ranks, each battle won and lost that slowly shaped you into a Harbinger. He thought of the days that made him want to simply steal you away, lock you in his room until you forgot your family, your duty, and only had him in your mind.

But he stopped himself, he knew that doing so would make you lose the shine that had entranced him, he would lose the you that he came to love. The you that was bound by duty both self-imposed and ones imposed by society. So he waited, until the day came when you stood before him, surprise hidden well but he was Ajax, he was your Cryo Archon, he was your lover whom you eagerly wrote every week.

So he knew your tells better than anyone else, knew the moment it clicked in your mind, saw the trepidation behind your eyes and Ajax wouldn’t have that. He had promised you after all, and he was one to keep promises.

Even if one day you wanted to leave him, he wouldn’t allow you. He had a promise to keep after all.

In the depths of Zapolyarny Palace was a room where the Tsaritsa, the Tsar’s most beloved wife resided. It was a room filled with splendor and grace, the best and most beautiful artworks and gadgets decorated the room.

It was a room that the Tsar loved the most, and thus it was the most important room in the Palace. The best of the Fatui sans the Harbingers guarded the doors that led to the halls of the room. It was strictly guarded and meant to ensure that not a single thing would be stolen from the room.

It was after all where you resided, a place where the Tsar designated as his home. His personal haven from courtly matters and godly duties. And today was no exception, every day you spent on the room was reliving your wedding night.

The soft silk sheets that you felt on your back, the white lacy lingerie that you wore underneath your wedding gown. It’s tiny slits that showcased your exposed and erect nipples, the your cum filled pussy that dripped with your husband’s thick cum that was always replenished multiple times in a day. The soft clink of the chains that held your wrists and had your legs spread widely. The familiar sensation of your collar that held your Cryo vision, a mark of his favor and love, a seal that ensured you would remain his until you drew your last breath. The soft cotton of your blindfold had enhanced your other senses beyond compare, making you hyper aware of everything that was happening in the room.

The familiar footsteps on the warm carpet of your bedroom, the familiar rustle of his clothes as it fell softly on the ground, cape first, shirt second, belt next and lastly his pants. His warm calloused hands gently caressing the insides of your thighs.

The same routine, repeated every day at different times since you married him. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed since he blindfolded you, how long you had spent with him, the days blurred as he never removed your blindfold.

He took you apart every time and mended you back, fucking you over and over again until he felt satisfied, until your pussy felt raw, until you were begging him for sweet release, until you lifelessly laid on his chest enjoying the feel of his hard cock being warmed by your cunt.

Your apprehension melted away with each fucking, with each release of his seed inside you, until you could only demand more of his time, more of his attention, more of his cum filling you up.

You loved when he was rough with you, the harsh and loud clinks of the chain as you moaned wantonly, begging him to cum inside you, to use you as he saw fit. And each time he went along with your wishes, fulfilling each and every demand you asked of him.

You kissed him with everything that you were, unrestrained by duty or dignity, only knowing what you want as you rubbed your naked and marked body against his, you weren’t the dignified or noble Tsaritsa the public knew. In this room filled with the most prized treasures of the Tsar, you were his most precious slut.

A slut that opened your legs for him alone, a slut that presented your ass and pussy to him with eager eyes hidden by a blindfold. A slut that couldn’t wait to be filled to the brim. It was his duty, his calling as a husband and as your lover to fulfill your needs, to ram his cock again and again inside your loose pussy that held so much of his cum even when your stomach was already showing.

It was his duty to ensure that you, his lewd wife, would be filled with his cum, from your pussy, to your asshole, to those pretty pink lips that eagerly wrapped itself on his cock. He loved how you didn’t care where he fucked you in the room. He loved how different you acted depending on whether he was ramming his cock inside you on the bed, or fucking you in front of the window.

He loved the way you moaned when the table digged on your hips, the way you grasped at the cover as he slid his dick in and out of your loose pussy, cum spilling down your thighs and pooling on the floor. He loved how slutty you could get when being fucked in the bathtub, water sloshing as you repeatedly slammed your pussy down his cock, moaning loud enough that some of it undoubtedly could be heard behind the thick doors of your room.

He loved the sounds you made, pleased and eager, as he fucked your mouth in front of the fireplace, your naked body sitting on the floor while a Cryo dildo repeatedly slammed inside your pussy.

He loved you when your stomach began showing signs of pregnancy, growing big with each passing week and yet you remained unaware, or perhaps you paid it no mind.

He couldn’t tell if you were genuinely happy with the arrangement but as long as you remained by his side, happily doing what he wants, whispering I love yous and adoration in his ears. Eagerly kissing him good morning and good bye, Ajax didn’t put any thought on it.

On the ninth month of your pregnancy, the blindfold was taken off, you looked at him with love and the unmistakable look of longing.

“I missed you!” You told him, eagerly running up to hug him, and plaster your entire naked body, cum dripping down between your legs, to his.

He laughed at you, amused and loving and gently held you close, “You shouldn’t run so quickly, you’re carrying our child after all.”

You nod, and look at your bulging stomach, hand instinctively rubbing it.

“I hope this child will look just like you!”

“Is that so?” He asked a pensive look in his eyes as he rubbed your stomach.

“Yes! How lovely would it be to see a child version of you? A mini-you calling me mother!”

He smiled at you fondly, pleased to know that you still loved him. He kissed you lovingly on your lips and whispered, “As you wish.”

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[brothebro]

Have you heard the news that you’re dead?

[undead!jaskier (almost), banter, geraskier, yennskier, love confessions, identity reveal, 3k]

[ao3 link]

It's bloody chaos. 

A demon has taken hold of Cirilla's mind and it has brought forth fucking basilisks, of all things, to dispose of Kaer Morhen's last witchers.

Jaskier himself, ever the lover not a fighter, has been hiding under a, hopefully, sturdy table trying ⁠— and failing⁠— to deliver the jasper to Geralt. How a piece of rock is going to help in this madness, he doesn't know. 

Whilst shouting 'jasper' to Geralt repeatedly, he feels it snap. The handy little spell that has been accompanying him for the last few hundreds of years dissolves as the demon launches another magical attack on the witchers. 

Before his mind falls into panic mode, he takes a long cold breath and feels the stone floor beneath his palm freeze. 

Ah, he'd forgotten he could do that. 

An idea flashes through his mind. 

Losing no time, he gets to his feet, each step colder than the other, each breath more freezing than the wind on the Blue Mountains' summit. 

The basilisks slow as he walks between them and he barely registers the witchers hacking them to pieces. 

Well, he can say for certain the beasties won't be missed.

And then, right before his very eyes, and without as much as a warning to boot, Yennefer crashes through the shield that's been keeping the demon from advancing and in a swirling swoop of a portal she disappears alongside Ciri and Geralt. 

"Now that was⁠—" he starts saying, nervousness rushing in waves inside him, but he's cut off by the shining purple light on his feet. "Yrden?" He scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion and takes a step out of the circle; it never really did work on him anyway. 

"Another demon," he registers a witcher saying, probably Everard. 

"What are you waiting for? For it to attack?" Lambert yells and runs Jaskier through with a sword through the back.

Jaskier rolls his eyes. "Would you feel safer if I stepped back into the yrden trap? I promise you-" a second sword pierces him through the back. "Oh, that's just rude. Do you have any idea how bloody expensive this coat was? Not to mention mending the cuts is going to be a pain in the arse! Witchers these days! Unbelievable." 

They look stunned at him for a brief moment, eyes potioned dark and swords ready to strike. He's acutely aware of how he looks like; grey skin of a corpse melting into charcoal black in his extremities and cloudy eyes one would think unseeing, even if he's perfectly able to see.⁠ For how corpsy he appears, he's not rotting thankfully⁠, he'd hate if he had to pick up pieces of himself constantly.

Vesemir takes a step forward, lifting a hand to signal to the others not to interfere. "What are you, son? I've never seen a monster unburdened by yrden."

"Not a monster, thank you very much," Jaskier snaps. "I just can't die. Yes, I am aware I appear quite dead, and no, I am not. Now, can we please go back to caring about where the bloody fuck they disappeared to?" He points with both hands to the empty spot previously occupied by one witcher, one sorceress and one princess. "Because that is more alarming than one unalive bard."

As he finishes his sentence a portal opens and they are back. "Oh, thank the gods," he whispers, relief coursing through him when he sees that all three of them are unharmed and Ciri doesn't feel like demon anymore. 

Yennefer turns towards him as Geralt holds his daughter in a tight embrace, her tired eyes going wide before they settle in a mix of confusion and fury. 

"What did you do to him?" She addresses the witchers, voice thundering. 

Ah⁠— Yeah, right, yeah, he still has swords sticking through his chest. 

"I'm fine, Yennefer I'm fine!" He waves his arms frantically to stop whatever foolish thing she has in mind, as he tastes the chaos crackling at her fingertips. 

"How are you fine, bard? You-" 

"He's an undead," Geralt interrupts her, brows furrowed with something like worry, or perhaps sadness. 

Jaskier huffs. "Do not put me in the same category as ghouls, or gods forbid, rotfiends, Geralt! Besides, I prefer the term unalive. Because I can't be undead if I've never died in the first place!" 

"What do you mean⁠—"

"Not important now," Jaskier cuts him off. "That's a talk for tomorrow morning, so if you don't mind I'll go nap or doze off, or I don't know stare at the ceiling for a while." 

He spins on his heel, ready to head towards his dreadfully small room when the blasted witchering swords ⁠—silver for monsters, he notes⁠— throw him off balance and he almost impales himself further on them. With the gracefulness of a newborn calf, he gets to his feet and with a hand attempts to reach the swords’ hilts. When he finds himself unable to, he sighs loudly and dramatically.

“Gentlemen,” he addresses the two witchers ⁠— Lambert and, uh… Gwaine possibly?— who attacked him, “As much as I like silver, it doesn’t exactly go well with my complexion. So if you don’t mind…” 

“You can’t be serious!” Lambert hisses. 

“Dead serious, I’m afraid. Do me a favour and unlodge your… mighty swords from my torso and I won’t write a scathing song about you, please and thank you.” 

The men hesitate for a moment, exchanging quick glances between them, but a look from Vesemir and Geralt has them scampering to release Jaskier from the weight of their weapons. 

“There’s no blood or ichor,” Gwaine mutters to himself, staring at the sword in awe. 

“That’s because I have none,” Jaskier doesn’t even bother looking the witcher in the eye, and instead busies himself with getting the fuck away from here as soon as possible. 

-

Jaskier would very much like to sleep, forget about everything that transpired only a few hours ago, but he seems unable to. He doesn’t know if it’s because sleep is optional when he’s like this or if his nerves are so frazzled that it would take a minor miracle for his brain to shut off for a few minutes. What he knows is that the ceiling consists of forty-six big stones and that there are rats living inside the walls. Both of these facts, he could unlive without. 

It must be close to midnight, or perhaps early morning when Yennefer graces his doorless doorstep. 

“Trouble sleeping?” He asks, more for the sake of asking as it’s abundantly clear that’s the case. She shoots him a tight-lipped smile that doesn’t reach her eyes and he can feel her tiredness seeping inside his bones. “Come, sit,” he pats at the spot next to him on the small bed and she obliges. No cutting remark, no witty banter. No anything. 

Gods, whatever happened there in Cintra really did a number on her. 

They sit like this for a while, side by side, Yennefer’s (warm) head on Jaskier’s (cold) shoulder. 

“He’ll forgive you,” he says unprompted when the words are too much, too quick, too relentless in his brain. Then, hesitantly, “I’m sorry.”

“What for, bardling?” 

“You know that fire mage couldn't have killed me, no matter how much he tried. If… If you hadn’t saved me, Yennefer, perhaps none of this would have happened. If I were a little more forthcoming with you all, less arrogant…” 

“Can you feel pain?” she asks, a serious edge to her soft voice. 

“What?” 

“Can you or can you not, you unalive fucker? It’s not a difficult question to answer.” 

“I can,” he admits. “Not as strongly when I’m like this,”—he gestures to himself⁠, head to toe⁠— “but as human-adjacent, yeah, I guess. A lot.”

“It would’ve been nice to know you’re practically immortal,” she huffs, “but I’d still save you, you insufferable man.” She intertwines her hand with his between them. Fuck, she’s so warm. “Besides, you don’t know I wouldn’t have given in to the demon- Fuck. She was relentless, Jaskier. Constantly berating me inside my head⁠—” She snaps her mouth shut. 

“Not your fault. As you said it was a real fucking demon. The kind nightmares are made of, Yennefer! Nightmares! And- and sometimes, o beloathed witch, sound choices fly out of the window when we’re trapped into a corner⁠— Wait, I said basically the same thing but waaay better to Geralt- how did it go? Ah, I knew I should've written it down!” 

She chuckles, a soft melodic thing that makes Jaskier’s still heart soar. Oh, he’s a goner. Perhaps this is how he’ll finally go after countless centuries upon the Continent; slain by one very sexy mad witch’s lovable laughter.  

Well, if Geralt decides to top it up tomorrow with one of his rare gravelly laughs then Jaskier shan’t see the sun rise another day. Such is the fate of great poets and troubadours.

-

Dawn finds Jaskier immobilised by Yennefer’s sleep death-hug. 

Honestly! How can a woman so slight have so much strength is a big mystery. He’s been doing his best to keep the cold of his body from escaping, countless (maybe three) hours waiting for the witch to wake. 

Wouldn’t do if he accidentally froze her to death, now would it?

To her credit, she doesn’t leave him fighting for long with his innate call to release such vast amounts of cold the highest peak of the Blue Mountains would be jealous of. 

“Rise and shine, beautiful!” The words are out of his mouth before he can think them over. Great fucking job self. He mentally facepalms at his treacherous tongue. And because he’s Jaskier and he’d loath to have his banter record annulled by one overly smooth flirty sentence he adds, “Why yes, thank you sun, I am rather handsome myself.” 

Yennefer snorts out an inelegant little laugh and it’s last night all over again. 

Maybe, just maybe, he could learn to live with that. 

Before he has a chance to say anything even stupider, he disentangles himself from the sexy witch. A brief look at his poor mangled coat convinces him to leave it lying on the single decrepit chair of his room; it’s not like the cold inside Kaer Morhen is insufferable. Au contraire, as the Toussaintoi say. It’s almost warm. 

Luckily, this time he doesn’t get skewered when he meets the witchers in the now, destroyed grand hall. In fact, he gets ushered by Coen to the kitchens where he finds all of the, still living and breathing, witchers sat around a big table that has seen better days. 

“Oh, great,” he mutters to himself- though they can probably hear him if Geralt’s raised eyebrow is any indication. “I suppose it’s interrogation time?” He grabs a chair and brings a fistful of berries in his mouth. He’s quite famished. 

“You eat, lad,” Vesemir remarks. 

“Well yeah. Running on an empty stomach is plain uncomfortable you know. Next question, please.”

“Revenant?” Geralt asks.

“Nope!” He pops the ‘p’. “As I said I am not undead, Geralt, as much as I look the part. Not a vampire either.” From the resounding grumbles this seems to have been the guess of several witchers. 

“Perhaps,” Coen says, “he’s a lich.”

“Pardon? What’s a lich?” Jaskier asks. 

“A very rare form of undead- no, hear me out- a human mage that tried to turn themself immortal-”

“While that’s quite fascinating and I didn’t know such creatures existed, I have to stop you because how do I put this simply? I’ve been around before the Conjunction.”

“That’s impossible.” Geralt’s eyebrows shoot to his crown. “The Conjunction was fifteen centuries ago.”

“Well aware. Look, I don’t know what I am, I just know that I formed, well, actually in a cave rather close to here, now that I think about it, way before the humans arrived on the Continent. If I was an accident, or whatever, no one will ever know because in my impossibly long unlife life, whatever you may call it, I have never met another like me. 

As you can imagine, it gets rather lonely after a while, and whilst the elves were quite accepting of my condition when the humans arrived… Well, you out of all people can picture how that went.” He gestures abstractly. “So… Here we are!” 

“You can’t bloody die,” Lambert surmises, or thinks aloud- who knows? “How do you know?”

Jaskier resists the urge to shoot him a tired look. Instead, he forces an amiable smile and says, “Well, since you asked, I know that by crafting a list and trying each individual item on the said list- Oh, don’t look at me like that, I haven’t lost my marbles just yet! The short answer is: by coincidence.” 

“And what would the long answer be?” Probably Everard or maybe Marek asks.

“Ah, that⁠— Poisons are ineffective as I pretty much eat anything I deem edible, to which Geralt attest to, is anything of the meat, fungi or plant variety. As you noticed last night, magic doesn’t really work on me nor do weapons of any sort. As for other methods of, uh, death, let’s just say many people have tried to be rid of me in the past in very, and I mean very, creative ways. It didn’t work a single time.”

“And you just let it happen?” 

“What would I do? Fight? Me? Have you met me? Geralt, come on, back me up.”

Geralt, ever the humorist, says, “He gets beaten by rabbits on a good day.”

“Thank you!” Jaskier exclaims the moment Yennefer decides to enter the impromptu questioning chamber. They exchange small smiles that spell ‘save me’ from Jaskier’s part and ‘no, suffer’ from Yennefer’s. 

Oh, she’s enjoying that, is she? 

“Have you considered that you could be a minor deity?” Vesemir asks, tone carefully gentle. 

He had not, in fact, considered that. 

It’s such a ludicrous thought that it makes him laugh, loud and unreservedly, frosty tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He waves a dismissive hand, unable to stop laughing, and shakes his head making a way out of the kitchen to somewhere, possibly, less crowded. Between laughs and heaving, he says, “A god of what? Bad luck?” 

Because quite honestly, he can’t think of anything else that could be his domain. Save perhaps, danger magnet or rejection. 

Ugh. He doesn’t like where this train of thought is going.

-

Jaskier finds out that Kaer Morhen has lovely towers that have even lovelier views of the valley the keep is perched on. 

It’s nice here, quiet in a way a decrepit castle full of witchers never is. But most importantly it’s somewhere no one sound of mind can follow. Alone with his thoughts, he lets the shitstorm of the past⁠—oh wow, it’s been a couple of weeks already⁠— settle and brew a little in his mind. 

He doesn’t really know where he stands with Geralt⁠— Yennefer for once is easier to read than the stony broody, and by the Gods, handsome witcher. It’s all a bit nervewracking, if he’s being honest, his little secret of twenty-something years revealed just like that, with a click of the fingers. 

It would have been lovely if he could go back to being just a bard, human-looking and awkward, just like he’s been for nigh a millennia now, but he can’t. 

A sigh escapes his lips, and he looks up at the white winter sky. It’s going to snow soon, he can feel it. 

“Jaskier,” Geralt’s voice sounds behind him and Jaskier yelps, jumping a bit from where he’s perched on the bannisters of the crumbling tower. 

He almost falls down.

As quick and efficient as ever, Geralt grabs him from the collar of his vest and steadies him. 

“Melitele’s plump bottom! Are you trying to kill me, Geralt?!”

Geralt’s lips quirk into a half-smile. “Thought you were unkillable.” 

Jaskier pouts in response. “Touche.” And then reluctantly, “Why are you here, Geralt?” 

“Why are you here?” The witcher counters. 

Jaskier elbows him weakly. “Come on, spit it out! I can tell you came all the way up here to talk.” 

“Hmmm.” Geralt moves to sit next to him on the stone bannister. “It’s fine,” he says as if it explains anything. Jaskier stares at him in confusion. “You.”

“Me.” 

“Yes.” 

“Geralt, I know you’re messing with me right now. You can’t possibly be fine with,” ⁠— he gestures to himself from head to toe, ⁠— “this deathly pallor I don unwillingly.”

Geralt rolls his pretty amber eyes. “All I’m saying is, I understand why you never said anything, Jask. And it’s fine that you’re not human.” Geralt pokes him with a finger on the chest, where his heart would be if he had one. “Because you’re you.” 

“Careful there, witcher! You’ll make me think you actually care.”

Geralt’s eyes do that thing Jaskier hate-loves where they look at him with barely disguised affection. 

“Well, that’s not fair⁠—”

“Seeing you last night,” Geralt says, shuddering visibly, “it made me realise some things, I was purposefully ignoring for years.” 

Where is he going with this? Can it be- but no. As if Jaskier would ever be so lucky. 

“What things?” he asks, voice wavering in fear and anticipation. 

“You’re important to me, Jask. Always were and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” He wraps Jaskier in a half-hug. If Jaskier had a heart he’s sure it would be jumping out of his chest right now. 

“I love you, Geralt. You know that don’t you?” he blurts out. Oh, fuck it. He’ll see whatever this is through the end if it’s the last thing he does. “I love you so much it hurts. You’re my- my everything and I’ll admit I-” 

Soft lips crash into his effectively shutting him up. 

Oh, Gods. 

Oh. Gods. 

If only he could lock himself and Geralt, in this moment forever. 

“Will come with?” Geralt asks, voice a soft rumble, when they break apart. 

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Well, I don’t exactly remember the spell that turned me human-adjacent and I can’t very well-” 

Geralt kisses him again. 

“Geralt.” 

“Jaskier.”

“Let me talk.” He takes a deep breath. “If Yennefer comes with then I’ll come too.”

“Because you need her to glamour you.”

“Yes, but also no, you dolt. Because I like her and she deserves something good in her life after everything she’s been through and I won’t-”

“I know that.” Geralt sighs. “It’s hard, to forgive her for bringing danger to Ciri but…”

“But corners and entrapment and shit.” 

Geralt snorts. “Corners and entrapment and shit,” he echos. “Yeah.”

[forsworned]

could I pls request the hashiras w/ a sensitive s/o ( they get upset easily etc . ) and how they’d react to someone accidentally saying something that made them cry ??

gender neutral reader if possible

if you don’t wanna write for all the hashira , feel free to pick your favourites or something , I don’t really mind tbh

thank you in advance ! ! ! have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

a/n: thank you for requesting again!! this was lowkey hella hard to do dude so i'm really sorry for how long this took. i managed to get all the hashira in and kept it pg obviously for muichiro since he is underage but i left him as is. i was legit brain dead writing this but here you go!

𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕜𝕠 𝕜𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦 ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

He doesn't take well to it, but he also understands that the fellow Demon Slayer was only trying to give you constructive criticism. Kyoujurou would scramble at first not knowing how to react since it was the first time he'd ever seen you so distraught. But then he'd finally recollect himself and dismiss the slayer and get back to you.

But just as he finally got himself together you'd throw yourself in his arms and blubber like a baby. Which again would have him flustered at first, but he'd soon chuckle and hold your face in his hands. A chaste kiss on your forehead that would cease your weeping.

"You know, my little flame, you're quite cute when you cry."

You looked up from his tear soaked uniform to his blazing eyes, gazing down at you lovingly. It sent your heart racing and you could no longer look at him. So you did what any other person would do if they were madly in love Kyo and couldn't look him in the eyes. You buried your face back into his chest while the heat rushed to your cheeks. The sound of laughter escaping his lips once more as you smiled against his damp uniform.

𝕘𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕠𝕜𝕒 ₍ᐢ ̥ ͉ ̥ᐢ₎

He doesn't exactly think it through, just does. So in one swoop motion he'd carry you out of there and gave the fellow slayer any icy glare that had them shivering to their core. You'd be shocked at how quickly he'd get you out of that situation and he'd stop at an isolated area for you guys to be alone.

"U-um, Giyuu?" You'd stutter, as you rubbed your eyelids and looked at him with eyes are big as saucers.

"Are you alright?" His stunning cerculean blue gaze was piercing through your heart.

"Y-yeah. You can put me down now." His face automatically vermillion with agitation at the realization of you being in his arms. He firmly planted you on the ground and turned away to avoid looking at you. You laughed at how cute he looked when becomes embarrassed and slipped your arms around him from behind as you buried your face in his back.

"Thank you, my love."

𝕥𝕖����𝕘𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕚 ₍ᐢ ̥ ̮ ̥ᐢ₎ *:･。

"Eh?! Why are you crying [name]?"

It wasn't the first time he'd see you crying, but he was very perplexed by the sight in front of him. He didn't think much of it when the lower rank demon slayer was simply advising you to be more careful on the next mission. His ruby glare burred holes into the back of their heads.

"Why the hell did you make them cry for? It's not very flamboyant of you." He was menancing to say the least. It caused the demon slayer to stammer on his words until you spoke up rubbing at your eyes.

"It's not their fault, Tengen. I just get emotional. You know this." You sniffled as you tried your best to regain your composure. A soft 'tch' left his lips before he carried you on his shoulder which gave rise to a squeal from you.

"Put me down!"

He smacked your bottom and chuckled devilishly.

"Nah, I think we're gonna change that whiney mood of yours right up!"

𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕚 𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠 U ´꓃ ` U

He doesn't waste anytime elbowing the person into the ground. Not only for just talking to you, but making you cry?! Oh, buddy. You're in for the beating of a lifetime.

"Obanai!" You exclaimed. Your tear stained face contorted into worry as you watched the now pummeled slayer knock out cold.

"That'll teach him. I'll make sure he never sees the light of day the next time he even looks in your direction." He sneered at them and then looked at you with gentle eyes. "Are you alright?"

You nodded as he dabbed away at your face and caressed you cheek.

"Alright, let's go then."

He stated before getting up and taking your hand in his as he dragged you away from the scene.

"Wait! Shouldn't we help him?" You were glad that Obanai cared that much about you, but he really shouldn't just go around attacking people like that and leaving them unconscious.

"No, Shinobu will take care of that eyesore."

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕦 𝕜𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕦 Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

"You must have a death wish."

The tone in her voice was so venomous yet sickly sweet it almost could've been enough to kill you. The nerve in her temple popping out as the demon slayer who was unfortunate enough to accidentally make you cry shuddered in fear.

"Shinobuuu." You whined. "Please leave them alone. They didn't mean any harm!"

Her eyes went soft when she saw you in your distressed state and then back to her vicious glare when it was back on them. "Run along now."

Her voice still even, yet scary. The demon slayer bowed quickly before escaping leaving you two alone. Shinobu sighed as she caressed your cheek.

"You're so delicate, sometimes." Your shoulders slumped at her words. It wasn't for long because Shinobu decided to plant a kiss on your nose and giggled. "Ara, ara, [name]-chan. You're still my sweet butterfly."

Shinobu didn't show much PDA, but when she did it made your heart implode and she was absolutely, 1000% aware of this.

𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕚 𝕜𝕒𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕚 ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

Her face would get all puffed up and red as she watched you cry from a few feet away, that is until you started to hug the person that was causing the "commotion".

"I hope you find peace." You said softly as you pulled away. The person thanked you and bowed with tears in their eyes before stepping away.

"[Name], are you okay?!" Mitsuri exclaimed as she hugged you with all her might. You had to tap out for her to let go. She noticed this and you gasped for air as she apologized endlessly.

"I'm okay, Mitsuri. Their family was attacked by demons and I managed to save one member and they just came to thank me in person." You vigorously swabbed at your eyes with your sleeves before smiling again at your lovely wife. Mitsuri didn't realize her strength and sometimes that would lead to her infamous death hugs.

"Oh, [name]! You are so heroic!" She squeaked with joy as she squeezed you again, this time with less agnozing pressure. You hugged her back as you laid your head on her shoulder and thanked God your partner was as lovely as she was.

𝕘𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕚 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒 ₍ᐢ｡ ˬ ｡ᐢ₎

His towering height alone was enough to have the culprit who made you cry shaking in their boots. Gyomei would simply ignore that he sent that person pissing themselves and would lift you in his arms as he dabbed away at your tears with his hankerchief.

"Dont cry, my flower. They're not worth your precious tears." He'd murmur against the apple of your cheek as he kissed it. This would instantly boost your mood and have you throwing your arms around him and squeezing him tight. You'd plant the biggest kiss on his cheek causing him to blush.

"Thank you, Gyo."

𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕫𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒 ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ

Anger. Kind of a no brainer. He'd go off on the person who made you cry and in return would make them cry and run far, far away. He'd comfort you by giving you a nice, bear hug and kiss on the top of your forehead whilst asking if you were ok. You'd end up laughing with tears still in your eyes and obviously this would puzzle him.

"What are you laughing about?"

"You just scared the bejeezus out of that guy and sent him crying!"

He'd chuckle and bring you back in for another warm hug and your face would nuzzle the crook of his neck.

"I'll send anyone crying for you."

𝕞𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕠 ₍ᐢ ̥ ̞ ̥ᐢ₎ ♥

Much like when he showed his distain towards Tanjiro when he interrupted Oyakata-sama. He would be watching from a distance, and fiercely flick pebbles at a scary fast velocity that was deadly enough to pierce a hole through the person who dared to talk down to you. But, of course, he held back since it was only a mere human but it was enough to send them to groveling on their knees.

You'd wipe your tears away and turn in the direction it came from to see Muichiro smiling at you while tossing a pebble up and down in hand. He was always watching over you.