#serval x fem reader

[kyokiiro]

Pookie could you do Serval with a fem! S/O who has a limp and is often made fun of cause of it?

(No im not basing this on my who told you that ha ha ha ha ha.....)

I'm here for you

Synopsis - Serval with a female!reader who has a limp and finding out she's getting made fun of it

Warnings/content - Men dni!!, fem!reader(prns not mentioned), hurt/comfort, mentions of bullying, use of pet names, protective!serval, use of swear words, insecure!reader, tons of comfort, established relationship, description of blood, possible grammar mistakes, not proofread - wc: 1.3k

A/N: I had to search what i limp was, but im hoping i wrote the correctly, but lmk if i did smth wrong! (i love serval sm, shes my fav 4 star as of rn). This is probably my favorite fic so far, but is quite long.. This turned out way more angsty then intended-

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Serval loves you to death, that's for sure. She doesn't care that you have a limp. She loves you in any way (even if you were a worm). Serval has only been kind and helpful towards you. Getting ice packs for you whenever your pain gets to bad, making sure you do certain exercises to not make it worse, making sure you also get as much rest as possible, etc.

You really appreciate Serval for helping you, but it makes you feel like a burden to her. Which is the reason why you haven't told her yet that you are getting made fun of. You don't wanna burden her any further . Serval seemed to notice something was off with you and asked what is bothering hoping to help you with it, but instead you answer that it's nothing. Serval didn't believe that one bit, but she didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so she didn't pry any futher

You thought you could keep this away from her, untill they went to far. The person who made fun of you pushed you a bit to hard that you fell on the ground, gaining a nasty wound on your knee. You mentally cursed when you saw blood dripping on the concrete ground. You knew well enough you couldn't hide this from Serval, no matter how hard you tried. Your bully was already long gone when u got up, probably because they knew that they screwed up. You too knew that they won't get away without facing Serval's wrath.

You stumbled into Serval's workshop hoping she was anywhere else but here, but that came all crashing down when you heard the all familar cheery voice of Serval.

‘‘Oh hey babe! I've been looking for you everywhere.’’ Serval exclaimed with a small sigh of relief

‘‘Ah, sorry if you worried Serv. I-I was just.. uhm taking a walk!’’ you replied trying not to sound like you're hurt. You heard the sound of her heels approaching you. ‘‘No, no, it's fine love. I was just wondering where you we-’’ Serval's words where cut off when she saw the state you where in.

She immediately rushed to you, worry written all over her face. "What happenend? Are you okay?" asked with visible concern in her voice.

‘‘I'm fine Serval, i just tripped’’ you tried muttered trying not to wince. ‘‘Well clearly you're not fine, you knee is fucking bleeding!’’ she answered with harshness evident in her tone. You flinched at her tone and that did not go unoticed by Serval. Her demeanor softened, but the harshness still remained. ‘‘I'm sorry (name).. i didn't mean to scare you like that, but you're not fine. Your knee is bleeding, so let me take care of it. Okay?’’ she replied with the same gentleness she always treated you with.

‘‘I- Okay..’’ you mumbled in defeat, knowing she won't take no for an answer. Serval carefully guided you to a chair and asked you to stay still while she went out to go get a first aid kit. It took a few minutes till Serval came back with the aid kit and seated infront of you. She first cleaned the blood off, then carefully inspected the wound. You heard her curse under her breath.

‘‘The wound is quite deep, i need to put on some antibiotic oil on there to refrain from it infecting, so it's gonna sting for a second.’’ Serval explained. You grimaced at the words, but nodded nevertheless. Serval gave you thigh a small squeeze of reassurance. She grabbed the antibiotics and smeered it on her hands.

‘‘Okay, i'm gonna put in on now.’’ she spoke. You winced at the sting that you felt. ‘‘I know baby. It hurts, but i'm almost done.’’ Serval cooed. You just let out a small hum. When Serval was done putting the antibiotic oil on you wound, she wrapped a bandage around it, to prevent it from bleeding.

‘‘All done! see that wasn't so bad now was it gorgeous?’’ Serval spoke with a soft smile adorning her face. ‘‘I suppose it wasn't to bad’’ you mumbled. Serval gave you small peck on the cheek, before letting out a sigh. ‘‘Hey (name), i wanna talk about something i have noticed.’’

Your breathe hitched, you really hoped she won't ask you about the one thing you tried keeping away from her. ‘‘I wanna talk about how you have been acting lately.’’ Serval continued. Eveything started to freeze in time for you for a second before snapping out of it.

‘‘Uhm.. uh, I don't know what you mean Serval.’’ you nervously said avoiding eye contact with her.

‘‘I feel like you are hiding something from me (name).’’ Serval muttered. ‘‘You have been acting off for a few weeks now and it's worrying me..’’ she explained, taking hold of your hand. You bit the inside of your cheek debating whether to tell her or not. After a dreading silence you spoke up: ‘‘I'm sorry for worry you Serval, but theres a something i was supposed to tell you way sooner..’’ you murmured trying to hold back a sob.

‘‘You probably want to know why i always wear sweaters, why i act so nervous and all. Well uhm.’’ you took a deep breath. ‘‘I have been made fun of behind your back. That's also the cause of the wound of my knee..’’ you avoided eye contant with Serval to prevent from the dam that's holding you back from becoming a sobbing mess.

You continued speaking: ‘‘The sweaters i used were to hide the bruises i got and the reason i'm always s nervous is because i didn't wanted you to find out..’’ you shakily admitted.

Serval was speechless. She had so many questions, but the lump in her throat made her unable to ask them.

‘‘Why..?’’ was the only word Serval could muster up. She grabbed her girlfriends chin. The sight of your saddened eyes made her heart shatter. ‘‘Why?’’ she repeated while wiping away the tears in the corner of your eyes that you didn't even notice they were there.

‘‘I-I just.. I’’ you stumbled over your words holding back tears. ‘‘I didn't wanna burden you any further that i already am. That's why i didn't told you..’’ you muttered while a sob came out of your mouth.

‘‘Burden me..? what do you mean by that name.’’ Serval questioned

‘‘I feel like a burden to you Serval. You already waste your time by taking care of me! I feel like if i told you this it would add more weight on your shoulder than you already have.’’ you sobbed

‘‘Oh baby.. you were never a burden nor did i waste my time on you. You know why? It's because i love you okay. I care about you, more than you know. You wll never be a burden to me, do you understand that (name).’’ You weakly nodded, to exhausted to answer.

Serval pulled you in a hug and made a circular montion on your back. You sobbed into her shoulder, sputtering apologies over again. Serval hushed you before kissing your forehead. ‘‘Don't apologize (name). You did nothing wrong.’’ Serval reassured you while comforting you

After a couple of minutes passed. Your sobbed turned into sniffles still flushed against Serval. ‘‘I-I still feel bad for not telling you sooner..’’ you murmured

‘‘(Name) please look at me.’’ Serval gently asked. You reluctantly pulled away from Serval's embrace. ‘‘Theres nothing to feel bad about. I'm proud of you that you even told me. Just promise me that you will tell me if this happens again and remember that i'm here for you.’’

‘‘I promise to tell you.’’ you rasped. ‘‘I love you Serval.’’ you mumbled while nuzzling back into her shoulder.

‘‘I love you too (name).’’ Serval softly whispered back.

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[secret-sweetheart]

“Darling you’re so pretty it hurts”

THIS IS SAPPHIC SMUT!! :3 Reader is fem and afab!! I’m a minor writing smut so please DNI if you’re uncomfortable

Color coded the fandom characters! Genshin, honkai star rail, bungo stray dogs

Look her in the eyes while she’s pleasuring you, she wants to see your reactions, the way you bite your lip while her fingers rub your clit. Do you want a kiss? Is that why you’re biting your lip? She can’t have those pretty lips of yours getting damaged from the biting, there’s no need to do that because she’ll kiss you for as long as you’d like <3

She can make you feel better than anyone else, better than any of those stupid men. Their lips don’t feel as soft and loving as hers, the way she climbs on top of you and praises you makes your heart race in a way nobody else could, you’re her good girl, her precious pillow princess, and she’s yours too she’ll say it without hesitation because it’s nothing but the truth

She’ll hold your hand as she pleasures you in whatever way feels most enjoyable for you, she just wants to kiss and hold you as you cum. Don’t worry about her getting tired, your moans keep her motivated and she’ll keep it up for as long as needed until you orgasm

Even after that night of love, she’ll hold you close and praise you for how good you were for her. What you did was more than sex, it was more than just chasing pleasure, and she hopes you know that she wants to be close to you with or without sex

Black swan, Himeko, Natasha, Serval, Lisa, Beidou, Yae Miko, Ninnguang, Yosano

(Might add more later!)

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

What HSR Girls Smell Like, Part 3

Ft: Bronya, Serval, Natasha, Seele

Part 2 (Kafka, Firefly, Topaz, Jade)

Part 4 (Xueyi, Ruan Mei, Yukong, Tingyun)

NackCanons UtC

Bronya

Currently, being Ms. Supreme Swamped with Work, she's in her stale office trying to mend both sides of the Belobogian world, she doesn't really bother to put on fancy perfume or anything.

If she had a set time to go out for a date, or when she goes out of her office to help the Overworlders and Underworlders alike, she'll just have a simple, cheap, vaguely fresh and sweet smell so that she doesn't embarrass herself when out in public.

If she has a set time when she knows she's going on a date, or an outing with you (or Seele) she's putting on her sweetest flower-scented necklace, stuffs little Sunshine flowers in boots and tries to make it subtle.

While it is quite subtle, if you notice the smell, you can instantly-realize that it's not one specific flower, and it's a huge blend of a bunch of different flowers.

Flowers are pretty rare around Belobog, and Bronya found it tough to get a specific scent of just one of them. Plus, she has the issue of being unable to decide what would be the best flower for an occasion, so just uses all of them and hopes you don't think too much about it...

Before she was Supreme Guardian, she tended to smell of geomarrow fuel and gunpowder from fiddling with her gun and such.

Serval

Dunderhead probably smells like her latest exploded machinery.

She probably accidentally ends up burning or frizzing up her hair from her literal-electric guitar and electric element, so she probably smells like burnt hair (which she nervously leaves to wash)

Her shampoo smells fresh, like a fabled Belobog spring morning after rain, with slowly-melting snow.

Natasha

She'll usually smell like disinfectant, cough syrup, and almost dizzyingly-prominent antiseptic, along with clean clothes from doing laundry. That's during her doctor work, anyway.

If she's directly doing Wildfire work, she'll be smelling more like gunsmoke and heat, she may even have a bit of a sweaty smell (though it's nothing close to Stelle's level)

If she ever gets a day off, you'll notice that she smells more like old stuffed animals, polyester, and outdated furniture that stores humidity.

She has a special, secret, nostalgic fragrance in a little wooden jewlery box where she keeps the smaller, more precious things.

And it's there you can find a nearly-full bottle of the perfume called "First Snow", never to be used in full.

Seele

Seele has the, "Sweating is gross!" mindset, and she carries spray-on anti-perspirant deodorant. She doesn't really care what smell it is, because "Who's gonna smell there anyway!?"

Most perfumes and colognes aren't her taste, so you're stuck with her more natural smell.

Which isn't half-bad, though depending on where she sleeps it can smell like tetanus (rusty, corrugated machinery), rotten wood, cobwebs or damp fabric.

Please force this idiot to sleep in a warm bed with you.

If she were to want to spruce herself up, she'd probably discreetly stuff like, herbs, or something in her hair if she didn't have time/water to shower.

She smells like the cold winds and the wild.

[cleziel-leora]

Following you in every step

Serval/Reader 

College au, You, march, asta and serval are friends, also the story will be a POV of yours and only yours, there are many times that it turns into 3rd person pov

Warnings: Tw: suicide, heart shattering love for each other, homophobia, and parents wanting their children to get push to their limit. Parents being parents.  If any of these topics triggers you, you can leave.

a/n : please don’t actually commit unaliving yourself, many people care for you, and I’m one of them :) 

“Yo y/n!” As I turned around to see who it was, I saw Serval running towards me, I smiled and waved to her, she reached me and said “Wanna hangout with me, along with March and Asta this weekend?” “Yeah sure I’m free this weekend” I replied to her, “yes!” she said with excitement. She was telling me everything about the hangout, the whole time me and her were smiling from every single moment of happiness, it was like eventually all of this happiness with her will be gone, but I know it wouldn’t after all we are too scared to leave each other, especially if it’s because of someone.

The weekend comes by and you were all having fun, you guys went to an arcade, cafe, go shopping for something and many more fun activities, eventually all of the fun have to end, because  you all have to go home now, You parted ways with Asta and March, You and Serval were neighbours so you really don’t need to part away from each other, You were talking to each other ay you both walk through your neighbourhood.

“That was really fun! We should hang out again, before school ends and before we get separated again!” Serval said with full of joy. I laughed for a little and replied to her “Yeah, we should, If we really have the time”, “We do have time! We’ll help each other to finish all our tasks so we can finish early!” Serval replied, we both laughed and continued to talk more until we reached our houses and bid our goodbyes for tonight.

The next weekend everyone is busy with studying and focusing, exam week and Project week is coming and none of you want to fail. This is the only thing that can save a student’s grade after all. You were all really stressed from all of this and finally after 2 weeks exam week and project week were finally over. Now student’s just gonna worry if they pass or not.  After all the exams and projects you and all of your friends decided to go out to treat yourselves. 

“Ah we can all relax now after studying our butts off” March said as she drank her Ice tea. Asta let out a little giggle and said “And I hope after studying a lot all of our hard work pays off”. The whole afternoon you guys were just having fun with each other's company. 

Four days after that Serval decided it was time. It was only you two hanging out and she already wants to admit that. “I like you, Y/n” Serval said.

It feels like my world just stops and I forgot how to breathe. After a minute I finally spoke. “You…Like me? I…I never thought you would actually like me…I…” I was blushing and my blood started rushing onto my face. “I…I like you too…”. I was stuttering as I admit that I also like her.

We both had something in common, we are into each other. “You’re really cute when you blush and stutter when you’re in love, especially when you’re in love with me” She said as you tried to your face from her.

Too bad not all good things will always stay. Your parents find out that you are dating a woman and they were not proud, they forced you into breaking up.

“Serval'' You said as you were both talking to each other, she got sad a little and said “I thought it was Vally :('' You giggled but soon it was replaced with sadness. “Vally I know this will shatter you but…I’m breaking up with you” she went silent and her voice started to tremble. “W..why…Did I d..do something wrong? Did I accidentally hurt you?, please y/n please…I don’t want to lose you…”. Before leaving her house you kiss her on the lips for the first and last time. “You didn’t do anything wrong baby…” You start to tear up “You didn’t do anything wrong…I just…You don’t need to know baby…all you need to know is that… I will always love you and I love you forever…never forget that..okay baby?”. You left her house still crying, and she was crying too, she never got to tell you some things before you left her. 

The past few days have been really shitty. The forced break up still hurts you. And what's worse is that your grades were finally here and your parents weren’t proud of it…

“Only 97!? That’s the best you can do huh!?” My mother yells at me while my father lets her yell at me. “You’re so dumb you know that!?You didn’t even try to bring it up to 99 or 100!” My mom slapped me on the face and said “You will never be good enough. You’re a useless child. Go to your room. We don’t want to see that stupid face of yours.” I ran to my room and locked it and all those words were going through my head. I cried and cried in silence, I saw a sharp cutter and thought to myself “Maybe…I should really end it…” 

The sound of the ambulance got louder and louder but Serval didn’t really hear it. She was busy drowning herself into her music to make her pain go away.

“Breaking news: A woman was found dead in her comfort of her own room, the victim was y/n, to all her family and friends hearing this, We are sorry for your lost” 

Her heart shatters as she hears the news “You could have said to me, or to asta and march…” she cries “I’m always here for you didn’t I say that?” her cries started to get loud “I wish I was there to help you…I love you…” she tries to stop crying but it only made her cry more “I love you too, forever and ever…even in my last breaths…I will never forget you…and I will never forget how I love you so much, I will only love you, just wait for me there…wait for me to go to you…so you can never feel alone there.”

Three months later there was another breaking news.

“Famous Serval Landau was found in her room dead, after committing suicide” 

Serval was buried next to you. Just like what she requested in her suicidal note.

“You’re here…You’re actually here, my baby…my dear, val”

 “I’m finally with you again my sweet dear y/n…”

Note: Hi im back after disappearing for about 2 months bcus of personal reasons, yes I know the ff is not really fluff or smut suprisingly, butttt maybe if I have the time again, maybe I'll write smut or fluff or anything (currently taking request)

[haruniki]

Imagine Serval writing a song just for you and her!! She spent weeks just to perfect the song, to give it all the aspects that scream "i love you". Even handing you a copy of the sheet music for you and a cassette tape with the song on it so you'll always be able to listen to it. <3

[heissenn]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 hsr fem! characters x fem!reader a sneak peak of what its like dating your favorite hsr character. includes: himeko, serval, seele, stelle, bronya, march 7th, ruan mei, herta, robin tags: tooth-aching fluff, smut on robin's part

himeko

being in a relationship with himeko means being in a relationship with coffee. her caffeine addiction would lead to both of you going on coffee dates. although she would never force you to like coffee if you don’t prefer it. these ‘coffee dates’ just consists of her drinking her exquisite blend while you sip the beverage of your preference, whether it be tea or juice or even alcohol. the important part is that you both enjoy a relaxing time together.

as your relationship grow, these ‘coffee dates’ evolved into a ritual to go to cafes or bars to every planet you go to. there’s always a glimmer in her golden eyes that makes you wonder if she came to this planet to taste test rather than exploring it. himeko tries to hide it but she always looks like a little kid given a new toy every time her taste buds come across something new and himeko would never stop until she tasted all the coffee beans and coffee blends the planet has to offer, not forgetting to buy a bulk to stock in the express.

“darling, how about this? roasted beef and curry frappe. maybe this tickles your fancy?” himeko reads the obnoxious name aloud as she hand you the cup graciously. just the name makes you want to shake your head in refusal but himeko’s sweet smile brainwashes you into nodding your head.

you take a sip from the cup and it took you your everything to school your features. there’s a bubbling at the pit of your stomach and you have an inkling that its not the usual butterflies himeko gives you. “it’s amazing, love. i’m sure the others would want a cup.” you say imagining the others' reaction.

serval

serval would prefer dates that are a bit more hands-on. she would take a page from lynx’s book and take you out on a camping date to watch the aurora. it's been long since she went camping but the knowledge from when she was serving in the army still remains in her.

but instead of preparing the camping materials beforehand, she’d be the type to just go with the flow. she’d bring a few essentials and the rest will be decided along you go and with serval’s quick thinking. the camping goes smoothly for the most part aside from some hiccups like monsters and serval burning the food.

she’d bring her guitar along too, of course. she’d play for you with the aurora as witness and the hearth of the camp fire embracing the both of you with warmth.

“the view looks amazing here, serval. thank you for taking me here,” you look up at the countless streaks of emerald painting the sky. “yes, it’s breathtaking,” serval mutters in reply and you turn towards her to see her blue eyes already on you. she smiles at you before standing up and going inside the tent, leaving you confused. she comes back with her guitar.

“i know this is cheesy but i thought it wouldn’t hurt being romantic from time to time,” she plops downs and gives the acoustic a few strums. “i dedicate this song to you, my love.”

bronya

as the supreme guardian, she is always swamped with work thus there are only a few times when she goes outside. this also means that dates between the two of you are rare if you don’t count eating meals with her.

she can’t really take you on movies like normal couples because it would take the whole facility to be rented out and bronya’s nice enough to think about the other civilians whose plans might be ruined because of her personal endeavors. the times that she is able to go outside, she takes you for a walk in the gardens. you both walk down the flower path, talking about anything and everything. both of your hands are intertwined as the both of you admired all the kinds of plants that managed to withstand belobogs harsh climates.

at the end of the path awaits a picnic she readied herself, she insists that she should be the one to prepare without any help from the servants to add her personal touch. the act of preparing sandwiches and picking the right blanket has special value to bronya since she can’t be there for you to do acts of service most of the time.

after your appetite is satiated, both of you lay down to admire the sky. bronya falls asleep besides you peacefully, even sleep is a luxury the supreme guardian can’t afford nowadays so you’re glad to see her rest. you press a kiss to her forehead as bronya forgets the worries of the planet and the responsibilities of a huge title.

“peanut butter and jelly, check. grilled cheese, check. orange juice, check. apple juice, check.” bronya mutters as she goes through the menu she prepared for the third time. it’s not as grandiose as one would think when dating the supreme guardian but she prepared a little bit of each, to say the least, to make up for the simplicity.

she heard footsteps from behind and saw you approaching. she wipes her sweaty hands on her skirt, your relationship has been going on for quite a while but still you never fail to make her nervous. “sorry. i hope i didn’t make miss supreme guardian wait for too long,” you smile at her and bronya’s heart soars. “you’re just in time,” she pats the spot beside her. you sit beside her not before raising your eyebrows at the plethora of food baskets laid in front of you.

“bronya, you didn’t have to prepare all of this,” you were touched to find the amount of effort your girlfriend put. “this is the least i could do. i’ve been neglecting my duties to you, allow me to make up for it,” she takes your hands and kiss the back of it, a gesture she couldn’t do in public.

stelle

the perfect bonding time for stelle is rummaging through trash cans together but since not everyone can appreciate the art of opening trash cans she’s fine with something similar. that’s how most of your dates are: going to junk shops or thrift stores. she like going over all the trinkets even if the item doesn’t have any particular use or is unable to operate anymore. she’s more interested in the history: how it was made and how it ended up there.

i feel like she’s also interested with unopened safes or treasure boxes and she’d buy them just so you can both guess what’s inside and opening them together. think of blind boxes they sell online. then you’ll make up wild stories of the items.

she’s probably friends with the owners and the staff. everytime both of you go somewhere new you’d both make it a point to go to the local junk shop. it helps both of you to learn about the lifestyle and culture of the planet.

you probably have a pile of random things that stelle found in your room. most of the time they remind her of you something like “this toothbrush made me think of that one time you washed the sink” or somthing. the item doesn’t really correlate with the memory but its more than enough to prove her unconditional love for you

you hear a knock on your door and you open it to find your girlfriend beaming at you while holding up two trash bags. “look what i got, babe!” she smiles at you proudly. “that’s great, stelle! i’ll go prepare a bath,” you say as you automatically head towards the bathroom, you were used to this. “nuhuh, where do you think you’re going?” stelle drops the reeking trash on your bedroom floor and snakes her hands around your waist to pull you close to her.“

we’re not going anywhere until i get my kiss,” she blinks her eyes at you like a cute puppy and you sigh before grabbing her sides of her face for a passionate kiss. she hums against your lips as the weight of her body crushes you. you both pull away breathless only for her to pout at you like a kicked puppy, “one more."

seele

seele may not admit it but she likes hanging out with kids. she says they annoy her and the only reason she’s with them is because she doesn’t want them causing headaches to natasha, who already has a lot on her plate. sometimes she says there is nothing to do anymore ever since the underworld and the overworld has been bridged and most of her former work is being handled by the silvermane forces.

but you know better, you never miss her little scowl every time she doesn’t find where the kids are hiding or hear her small grumbles when they ask her to go around town to find scraps for their play house. but you also don’t miss how she looks at them with the fondest eyes paired with softest smiles.

and if there is one thing she loves as much as she loves playing kids that would be seeing you play with them. you see it evident every time you catch her eyes while you lift the kids up in the air or pat them in the head or let them ride you back. and seeing you and the kids smile reminds her of why she joined wildfire in the first place, to protect these priceless smiles. she looks at the scene and suddenly she’s thinking about ways on how she can ask if you wanted to build a family with her. a family she could give the love she had that she wasn’t privileged to when she was growing up.

seele’s hands trace the back of your palm as you both lay in bed. you recognize it as the behavior she does when she wants to tell you something but couldn’t. so you switch from your position of laying flat on your back to face her fully to let her know your attention is on hers fully. she heaves a sigh, squirm and squeeze your hand in a series of fast motion and before you can react she’d already open her mouth.

“someday, it doesn't have to be right now, . it doesn't have to be anytime even, if you don't want to," seele starts and her eyes fly around the room. you rest your hand on her cheek and caress it.

another sigh escapes her. "someday, would you like to have a family with me?” seele asks and there’s hopeful tone in her voice that makes you swoon. “if that’s what you want, yes,” seele replies almost instantly. “no, i’m asking you.” and you response without missing a beat as well. “yes, i'd love to have kids with you, seele.” you say as you stroke her features and seele feels her eyes become wet at your words.

march 7th

it goes without saying that march likes taking pictures. and her favorite subject is you. there is a whole album of you in her phone that contains so much pictures she needed to buy several memory cards. she likes taking pictures in bursts so there are a lot of similar photos but she never deletes them even if the difference is a centimeter change in angles, she argues that each photo is precious.

she picks out the ones she likes best to print out and put in her scrapbook album. she spends hours on picking the right one and there are countless times where she has to resist the strong urge to just print everything. she writes the date of when it was taken and some notes (more like whole paragraphs expressing her love) to commemorate what you did that day. she decorates them with things that reminds her of that day. for example, she would take a picture of you with a flower crown and the page is decorated with the petals from the same flower. below that is a little message of what the flower meant and how it suited you.

when she is finished she gifts them to you on your anniversaries. and when you’re away or she has to go on expeditions, she definitely brings it with her to browse through when she misses you.

march delicately flips through the pages, caressing the photos, the colorful letters and the little stickers she vividly remembers putting there. “i can’t wait to see you again,” you can hear the pout in her voice through the phone. “give me lots of kisses when i come back?” she hates being away with you but the photo books make it a little more bearable.

“of course, as many as you want,” you say on the other side as you look through your own copy of photo book. a pile of them from when march gifted then to you on your anniversaries or when she felt like it. “or maybe you’d prefer something more than that?” you add suggestively. march turns bright pink and looks at a particular black leather bound photo book.

ruan mei

ruan mei can get a little occupied with her research to the point that she ignores her well-being and sometimes you just have to remind her that she hasn’t ascended to aeonhood yet and her body is still human with human needs and human boundaries.

she is not used to having other people care for her so the concept of it is relatively new. she was definitely surprised when you come to her lab with some snacks or some tea. and the thing with her is that, at first, she thought it was hindering her progress. maybe it’ll take a fight for her to actually realize she’s taking it for granted and apologize with feeding you with sweet treats, made by her of course. on the other hand, you learn to differentiate the time where you should step in or not over time.

however, ruan mei would grow too accustomed to your presence in her lab and would actually starting want you there more and more. before she can even realize, she’s putting more hours in her studies just so she can see you barging in with your cute frown, becoming slowly addicted to the warmth she feels every time she receives your care.

“i’m just gonna leave it here,” you say as you gently place the tray of cheesecake and orange juice on the unused table. “take a five, babe. the cheesecake wouldn’t be as delicious if you leave it for too long,” you give her a peck on her forehead and the scientist leans to your touch a little more so she can feel your lips better while her eyes scan through papers.

you turn to head towards the door and take your leave but a cold hand catches your wrist before you could move further away from her. “stay,” her tone was more commanding than pleading and her eyes are still trained on the words in front of her. but you knew she wasn’t reading it anymore. her hand goes to the nearest chair to pull it beside her but her hands paused suddenly. her palms hovers in the air for a second before she retracts it and pats her lap. you raise your eyebrows in amusement but indulge her nevertheless. after all, who were you to refuse.

herta

even in your relationship, the great herta is a bit too prideful for her own good. that’s why she relies on her puppets to convey her emotions to you but even her puppets are emotionally constipated so there's not much of a difference. but it's herta so she still makes it work in her favor anyway. after all, she can just tell you its a ‘malfunction’. she makes them do her bidding such as keeping you company under the guise of ‘babysitting’ you or gifting you new technology that makes your life a tad bit easier which she likes to call ‘letting you test a prototype’ or giving you ‘leftovers’ that looks a little too fresh to be called one.

we’re talking about herta here so naturally she’s the first one to grow tired of the own arrangement she made. eventually, she feels her chest getting a little tighter every time she watches her puppets do acts of service for you doing you favors. she actually asks nous about the feeling and how to get rid of it. the aeon just laughs at her, saying ‘maybe you found your new research topic’. and the poor scientist just blinks at the higher being.

she’s a bit lost on how to overcome the feeling so she just pops up randomly throughout the day and stare at you because she doesn’t know what to do.

“she should go to the basement to find out what’s going on,” the puppet beside you comment as you both watch the horror movie playing on the large screen in front of you. you still don’t know how you roped her into this but here you were.

“what? no, that’s the worst thing you can do. that’s like the big no no in horror movies,” you argue as you look beside you to find that the small woman beside you is not a puppet anymore but rather the herta herself. you move back in surprise after a double take, “what are you doing here?” herta moves an inch closer. “it was my turn to babysit you,” the woman shrugs nonchalantly as her hand reaches for the popcorn on your lap.

robin

it’s only natural that the renowned singer dedicates songs to you and she does, there are countless songs and several albums singing her love for you. robin insists that no melody can truly convey how she feels for you but its the closest way of expression. she never release them for obvious reasons but there are some that are vaguely coded enough for the fans not to speculate that she releases. and her heart is full every time she sings her never ending emotions for you for the whole universe to hear.

but it doesn’t end there. no, robin is too much of a lowkey freak to keep things sfw. she has tracks, albums that recounts your nightly adventures with her. too explicit that anyone listening would probably have a heart attack hearing the sweet robin sing such filthy lyrics. she makes you listen to it in front her and she never tells you which kind of song it is because she enjoy seeing your face turn a shade of darker red with each beat.

oh and you best bet she incorporate your sounds as well, blending your moans and hers with the sound of vibrator over a slow, sultry beat mixed with her breathy voice that is a drastic change from her usual sweet, honey one.

“darling, you promised me you’d help me record a new song,” robin muses as she puts her hand over her mouth to giggle while her other hand curls inside you enough to hit that spongy spot. she reaches for the mic beside you and hovers above you. you watch her as she gives it a dirty lick and a kiss before putting the mic closer to your lips so your moans are transmitted to the speakers surrounding the studio room.

your amplified sounds echoed throughout the room and it drowns the sounds of your pussy squelching over robin’s fingers. “if you can last through two songs, i’ll give you a treat,” she sings in your ear.

[written-and-readen]

Notice Something New?

Gepard x fem!reader

Summary: Something about you feels different today, and Gepard is trying his best to find out what it is.

Warnings: nsfw (18+), more suggestive than explicit

“Uh, Gepard?” You ask at having the Silvermane captain’s eyes intently trained on you. It’s not unusual to catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re distracted, but that’s much less confrontational than having you backed up against a wall in your apartment. You’re scared he’ll hear your heart beat out of your chest if he gets any closer.

On the other hand, Gepard can’t quite put his finger on it. Something’s different about you today, he just doesn’t know what. Girls like that, right? Their partner being able to effortlessly notice and compliment a recent change. This situation doesn’t exactly make his observation come off as effortless, but he’s determined nonetheless.

Shirt? No, you bought that with Serval when you went shopping together. Skirt? He’s seen you wear it before. It’s secretly one of his favorites. Hair? Looks as good as it always does. Jewelry? Every piece is familiar. He can even recognize some as his own presents to you.

“Gepard, can you please tell me—”

“Let me figure it out, please!” His abrupt answer takes you aback, along with the step he takes towards you. Your cheeks flush at almost being chest to chest with him. Even with how awkward this is, you cannot resist the effect of having your handsome boyfriend pin you against a wall.

Gepard’s eyes scan you once more, finally landing on something poking through your shirt. His hand moves faster than his mind, and he only realizes his mistake from the soft gasp elicited from your mouth. Instead of being met with the fabric of your bra, the flesh of your breast kneads under his palm. His blue eyes dart up from your chest to meet your own, only serving to fluster you more. Is this real?

“I lost a bet to Serval, okay?” You admit under the pressure of his gaze.

"What kind of bet?" He wonders if it was one meant to drive him insane. Knowing his sister, that could very well have been one of her aims. The heat on your cheeks and the softness of your breast still in his hand has definitely stirred up certain emotions in his chest (and maybe other places too). The temptation to give your chest another squeeze just to hear you whine tugs at him.

“No underwear for a day…” You bite your lip as his thumb brushes over your hardened nipple, now easily noticeable through your shirt. Your thighs press together, and Gepard’s eyes widen as his own face flushes red. Oh.

His hand slides from your breast down your torso, ending at the edge of your skirt. The question is on the tip of his tongue, trying to muster up the courage to ask it. Despite your mutual embarrassment, will you show him that you’ve upheld your end of the bet?

[hunnieknight]

> `~•. ♡ Hunnie Knight ♡ .•~` <

I MASTERLIST

II MASTERLIST (here)

Highschool AU

Usually Yandere-ish

Subtle Marking (Various/Genshin)

Volleyball player (Childe x Fem!Reader)

Forgot your umbrella (Various/Genshin)

Golden Orbs (Various/Hsr)

Parental

Parents, domestic

Copy Paste (Navia)

Baby horns (Ganyu)

Little Pilot (Yukong)

Baby Bunnies (Furina)

Mama Cats (Serval)

Mom!!(Yae,Sara,Kokomi)

First Fight!(Some Inazuman women)

Great Parents (Mondst various)

Little Red (Himeko + Uncle Welt)

Swimming (Kokomi,Neuvilette, Furina)

Baby Talks (Ganyu)

Lung Machine (Yun Jin)

Mama Cat(Xilonen)

[heartdiluc]

ᯓ★ hoyoverse women who would adore their pillow princess girlfriend <3

cw: fem afab reader, wlw, explicit nsfw content, pillow princess reader x dom character, consensual actions, poorly written sorry guys

she absolutely loves you so much. insists that you don’t do anything “just lay back and let me take care of you, princess!! <3”

her head is between your thighs for what feels like centuries. alternating between eating you out and fingering you. she’s so messy too <3 full on making out with you pussy.

you try to push her head away because its just too much :(( you’re overstimulated and you already came several times. but she just pushes your hand away and continues, might stop to spank your clit to reprimand you and just mumbling a simple “not done yet” or “i know what i’m doing, pretty girl”

and even if you ask to do anything to help get her off, she’ll shut it down, insisting that she just wants to make you feel good first (if you ask really nicely, she’ll ride your face and get off like that, but seriously does not let you do any work)

mindlessly plays with your tits. she’ll pinch at your nipples or even bring her mouth to your chest and suck on one of your breasts. expect for her to leave hickeys and marks all over your neck and chest

absolutely loves to hear every little moan, whimper, and sound coming from you. especially loves using a strap on you. she just can’t get over how you whine at her cock hitting so deep in you. she thinks you’re so cute when you’re holding onto her shoulders while crying at about how good she’s ruining you

oh women who just want to make you feel good and take pride in the fact that she keeps you satisfied <3

beidou, ningguang, dehya, yelan, arlechinno, yae miko, clorinde, kafka, serval, black swan, + ur favs <3

[earphonejackx]

Thanks for replying, and my request is if you could do Makima x female Chaos Devil reader, who is immune to Makima’s powers and loves to cause chaos and mischief, but tones it done for Makima since reader loves Makima.

☠︎︎ MAKIMA x FEM! CHAOS DEVIL

☠︎︎ AN - Thank you SOO much for requesting!! I haven’t wrote in awhile and I’m so happy people still want me to write <3 NOW LETS GET INTO OUR DOOMED YURI

☠︎︎ CW - Makima uses you for your power but she’s obsessed with you :3

♱ Makima who was surprised when she found out that you were immune to her power. She liked having you around because of that too, keeping you around meant that she could use you anytime, but also another excuse to hide her loneliness

♱ Makima who often can never really “controls” you and whenever your chaos gets out of hand she has to put her foot down and assert her own dominance without using her control abilities

♱ Makima who admires your chaos and wild nature, but never makes that known. She once found out that you were trying to tone down your behavior for her, but she Often encouraged you to embrace it. “Come now reader. Show the world how chaotic you really are.”

♱ Makima who finds out that you love her. She isn’t surprised since she knows everyone loves her, but it’s different with you. With you, she doesn’t really know why you are attracted to her but she likes the fact that she doesn’t have to control you for you to like her.

♱ Makima who sometimes is very concerned for your chaotic nature but doesn’t ever question it as you don’t question her of her abilities.

♱ Makima who sometimes is often frustrated she cannot control you so she uses other tactics to assert her control, which works SOMEtimes but you can catch in to what’s she’s doing pretty fast and you often get sad she doesn’t love you without control

♱ Makima who likes it when you sneak into her office during work hours to love on her. She loves that she thinks you’re obsessed with her. She’s addicted to your power, or maybe it’s you.

♱ Makima who won’t admit that she’s inlove with you rather she shows you off as something she can use as another advantage in a battle. You’ve called her out on this serval times but she only shushes you. “Hush now. I do love you but only if you give me your power.”

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

renee anything

Small Moments

|| Reneé Rapp x fem!reader

|| Warnings; really short, mention of tv show character death, brief swearing, fluffy

|| Summary; when waiting for Reneé, reader falls asleep watching a show.

Requests open!

Started; February 15th

Finished; February 16th

~~~

It was late one night, you'd been home; just up waiting for your girlfriend to get back, half asleep watching a show on the couch. Reneé'd said something to you earlier about maybe being home later, lots of studio work to do. So, you weren't surprised when you shook out of your daze to the door opening at around midnight. Taking a glance at the TV, you weren't even sure what was happening in the episode.

You had looked away for one moment (okay, it may have been serval) and now your favourite character was dead. What the fuck?

"Damn, really?" You murmured, Reneé walked up behind you. Wrapping her arms around your waist as she kissed your neck. You relaxed into her.

"Hey, baby. You're still awake?" She asked, to which you nodded and looked up at the blonde.

"Yeah... I was waiting for you."

"You didn't have to," she smirked, this time giving your jawline a kiss before settling down next to you on the couch.

"I know," your head rested against her shoulder as Reneé brought you in closer to her. Just enjoying being close to your girl after not having her all day. It was small moments like these that were some of your favourite.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.1k┆warnings: death, kidnapping, blood, murder, ranpo can drive, inaccuracies in detective/police work┆a/n: I really thought I ate with the plot but then it just got thrown out the window near the end. I hope you like it, nonetheless! Merry Christmas!! ^^ (not entirely proofread/unrelated to my current event)

𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

➛ yandere!ranpo e. x fem!reader

⤷ 𝕴𝕿

was a normal day at the detective agency today. Ranpo, as usual, was noisily rustling a bag of chips he has been eating out of for the past 15 minutes. The dark haired detective had his feet propped up on his desk as someone approached him.

Looking up, Ranpo’s eyes fixed on Kunikida who had stopped at his desk. The blond held a couple of papers in his arms, some stapled together and others on their lonesome.

“Ranpo,” Kunikida cleared his throat, “There have been serval reports on a missing woman in the Yokohama area, and I’d like to see your view on the case. If you’re interested, that is.”

Still eating out his bag of chips, he turned in his chair to face his coworker with an amused smile; his feet falling from his desk. “Seriously!?” He exclaimed rather excitedly, “It better be something worth my time!”

“I wanted to ask you because I’m pretty sure you knew this woman if I am not mistaken. Not only that, but she has been missing for so long that her case had gone cold. All police have given up after almost a year.”

Kunikida continues, “But the woman’s family is relentless. They won’t stop until they get answers, even if she turns out dead in the end.”

With that, the blond spread out the papers in his arms on Ranpo’s desk scattered with empty candy wrappers and half-empty bottles of soda. The papers consisted of reports about your last known whereabouts, the clothes you were wearing, and a description of your appearance.

“Her case is very strange, in a way. She showed up to work that morning like she always did, but once she left the building, no one has seen her since. There was a witness testimony saying that she had entered someone else’s vehicle but there was no evidence to prove so.”

At his words, Ranpo reached into his pocket and pulled out his “special” glasses and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. He lazily ran his green eyes over and over the papers until his eyes landed on a picture. A picture of the missing woman in question.

A picture that made his blood run cold.

A small gasp escaped his lips as his eyes went wide in visible shock.

“What…?” He whispered, barely audible over the noise of rustling of paper filling the room as he brings the photo closer. The photo was attached to yet another paper, describing her appearance, profession, ect.

But something that he just couldn’t pry his lingering eyes off of was her name. His irises ran over the bolded text over and over again until the words didn’t even look like legible characters anymore.

“Kunikida…” he muttered almost silently, “Could you… could you tell me her first and last name?”

“Oh, her name?” He asked, confused. Surely Ranpo could’ve seen it already, but nonetheless, the blond replied.

“Her name is Y/n L/n.”

“…”

“Ranpo?”

“Oh- uh… sorry. I just…” He paused, desperately trying to gather his bearings, “I just lost my appetite.”

He crumpled up the half-eaten bag of chips and tossed them in the trash.

“So Ranpo, do you think you can find her?”

ONE YEAR AGO

“I am not going out with you, Ranpo!” You giggled at your best friend’s romantic advances, “Plus, I’m not even looking for anyone right now.”

“Really?” He tilted he head to the side as he pulled a sucker out of his mouth. He pointed it towards you in a playful manner.

“Well I can change that, Y/n! Just give me a chance, alright?” Before you could even utter a response, he began speaking again. This time, with the sucker I’m his mouth.

“You have work Monday-Friday if I am not mistaken… and you get out and hour early on days like tomorrow and Friday…” He muttered quietly to himself, but you still overheard him.

“When you get off tomorrow, I’ll be there pick you up for our date, got it?” He informed you.

Now that he’s bombarded you with the whole date idea, you can’t deny his offer now. He’s too stubborn to let you decline now.

“It’s a bit frightening how well you memorize things… especially my work schedule…” You muttered, not exactly sure if your words are genuine or not.

“Well I’m not called the ‘World’s Greatest Detective for nothin’!!” He exclaimed self righteously.

But even you knew that knowing all of those specific details about one person specifically may not solely rely on one’s “special ability.” But, you decided not dwell on it too much. You, yourself, don’t even have a special ability, so who are you to say anything about it?

But it isn’t wrong to have concerns over your privacy.

The next day, you woke up early as usual for another long, grueling, work day. At least you have a date with Ranpo to look forward to; well, the date you were practically forced into attending.

You got dressed in a nice outfit that was both appropriate for work and a date. Speaking of which, you still don’t know where Ranpo is taking you.

Knowing him it’ll probably be a movie theater or even a restaurant with a large selection of deserts on the menu.

Once the end of your shift rolled around, you left the building with your purse and your phone in your hand. As you were about to send Ranpo a quick text message asking him where he was, he came walking up to you.

As usual, he had a bag of candy in his hand. “Hey Y/n! You ready to go?” He smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I just had a question,” you began and diverted your gaze away from him. “You know how to drive?”

Ignoring your useless question, he held you hand and led you over to his car. A nice one, in fact. But seriously, when did Ranpo even buy a car!?

“Ranpo, you didn’t answer my quest—“

“-Since this is our first date,” he spoke over her, “I wanted to take you to a nice restaurant nearby. It’s only about 20 minutes away.”

“This isn’t a date, Ranpo. Not a romantic one, at least.”

“But you did agree to go on it, am I wrong?” He flashed a sly grin your way as he drove further and further away from your work building.

You never knew that’d be the last time you’d see that place.

“Well- no! You pressured me into it!” You defended yourself.

“But you got in the car of your own will, correct?”

Damnit, he got you there. Well, that’s what you get for daring to argue with a great detective.

About 15 minutes later, Ranpo had offered you a sucker and of course you took it and began eating it with no hesitation. But you couldn’t help but notice that it had a slightly different taste than usual. Weird.

Suddenly feeling a bit tired, you leaned your head against the passenger’s seat window and contemplated if you needed to go to sleep a bit earlier to avoid this grogginess.

But that’s when you noticed it, the both of you speeding past the restaurant building. At first, you beloved it was your fatigued eyes playing tricks on you, but you recognized the surrounding area.

Perking up a bit, you turned toward your eccentric “friend,” “Ra… Ranpo, we passed the, uh, restaurant…”

But there was no response from him. Shocking, usually he always has something to say, but right now he’s silent.

Weird.

The last thing you saw before blacking out was Ranpo’s hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel lightly caressing your head.

PRESENT TIME

How long has it been?

How long has it been since you left this house? This hell.

It would have had to been at least 3 months, at least that’s what you think. He doesn’t like talking about that, or anything that has to do with you and the outside world, as a matter of fact.

Why did you have to show up to work that day? You ask yourself over and over each passing day.

You were rudely awakened from your thoughts by the sound of the front door unlocking. You gathered your bearings before running up the the door, your hands clasped together in front of you. You wore a beautiful sun dress he had picked out for you in your favorite color.

You may wonder, why aren’t you locked up in his basement with no source of natural light to be seen? Why is he letting you do as you please, for the most part?

Well, it is simply because you knew better than to defy him.

Ranpo believes that without trust, there’s nothing. He’s taught you that after your very first attempt at escaping.

But no need to dwell on the past.

The door swung open to reveal a quite lethargic and tired man. Noticing his… off behavior… you moved in closer to him.

“Ranpo, dear, is everything alright?” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him and pulled off his hat.

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/n! You don’t have to worry your little head about me!” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead that you desperately resisted to scrub off your face with soap and water.

“Although…” he pulled your hands up into his his as he stared deeply into your aching eyes. “Ever since your… hiatus… there have been many searches for you by the police; all of them ending up inconclusive due to my, not to mention, incomparable deduction abilities.”

Suddenly, a dull ray of hope lit up deep inside of your spirit. People out there are actually looking for you, there is a chance someone might save you from this hell.

“But, it seems they’ve left the case cold, or given up completely…” He sighed, “But of course, your family won’t give up until they know your whereabouts. Dead of alive. They just care way too much about you. That’s why your case was brought to me today.”

“How ironic.”

You didn’t know how to react. You didn’t know what exactly to say.

“Wh- why are you telling me this, Ranpo?” You palms grew clammy and you became filled with anxiety.

“I can’t let them find you, love. You know I can’t! If they do, I’ll never see you again!”

I know that.

You jerked your hands away from him, letting them form into fists by your sides.

“No… No Ranpo!!” You cried as fat tears threatened to streak down your cheeks and ruin your mascara. “You can’t ki- kill them! You said that if I do as you say they- we won’t be punished!! What did I do wrong dear, please tell me!”

Sighing, he comfortingly rests a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch. “I know. You haven’t done anything wrong. That’s exactly why I have to get rid of ‘em. And plus, I’m the only man- only person you will ever need or love. Is that why you’re doing this, huh? Don’t tell me you still love them?“

Grabbing onto his sleeve, you began to get desperate, “I do! I do love you! I just… isn’t taking the lives of the innocent… wrong? And there’s n- no way someone can solve a crime such an amazing detective!”

“Please just tell me… you won’t murder them…” you diverted your gaze to the ground, your hands refusing to release their strong grip on him.

“I won’t. I promise I won’t.” Pressing a soft kiss onto your lips, he left the room.

You wanted to flinch at his kiss, but the overflowing anxiety and fear building up inside of you was enough to distract you. Was he telling the truth? Only God knows.

They only thing you can do is wait it out.

Well, that’s what you thought you had to do. Because when Ranpo arrived home from “work” the next day, the crimson spatters on his outfit was enough to let you know the answer to your question.

Looking over him, you felt… you felt betrayed, in a way. Stumbling back, you hit the kitchen table, tears running down your face, causing your mascara to come down in dark streaks.

“Y/n, I know I- I lied to you but please just remember…” he reached a bloody hand out to your cheek, smearing blood on your skin.

He pulled you in closer with his free hand around your waist, “…I did this for us. For you! Because I love you.”

Without a second thought, he brought you into a forceful, yet passionate, kiss.

Do you, Ranpo, you thought.

Do you really love me?

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[babey-fruit-bat]

Warmer Places

Logan x Fem!Reader

Content: Logan comes to your rescue after a day spent on the lake doesn’t go as you hoped ⛸️❄️

Author’s notes: Author can’t write dialogue, I’m from the south- this is SOOO self indulgent so apologies for northern inaccuracies - I know nothing about skating or ice on lakes hee hee

TW: reader gets hurt, Logan feels sad and GUILTY, fluff with light angst- obvious inaccuracy- This is my fanfic and I say logan won’t fall through the ice with his adamantium bones because I said so.

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Tranquil, homey, picturesque. All could be said of the last eight months you’d spent with Logan in his home in Cold Lake. Moving so far away to Canada had been a big adjustment for you. Logan did his best to make it bearable. With a lit fire under the mantle every night and trips up town to Spanky’s, the local bar, warming yourselves with blackberry brandy and whiskey- the long cold winter had faded away into a blissful spring welcome.

Your newest favorite pass time, besides snuggling up with Logan watching whatever movie played on his dated box TV, was to travel to your backyard and lace up your new skates. Well, that and Pepper- his painfully cute St Bernard he’d had for a few years. She’d warmed up to you quickly with temptations of Milk Bone and bacon from your breakfast plate. This morning she trailed after you as you gathered your skates from the mudroom.

You remember your first time on the ice didn’t go as expected. Your favorite pass time back home was similar, roller skating had been one of your favorites with the gravel road beneath your feet it carried you everywhere. The sun, hot weather, and wind in your hair as you flew down the boardwalk by the beach. It felt worlds away as logan led you further out onto the ice. The black skates created patterns as he skated backwards effortlessly. Your wobbly legs liken to a fawn shifted, trying to balance on the thick sheet of ice.

“C’mere baby, you can do it” he pleaded with you, he’d been nothing but patient and encouraging while teaching you time after time how to balance and move.

“I can’t Logan, I’m gonna fall..” you’d slipped serval times already, him catching you effortlessly every time.

“I won’t let you fall angel, you gotta trust me”. True to his word you slipped again, caught in his solid arms and warm embrace.

He’d set a few non negotiable rules when starting your new hobby. He had to keep you safe- especially if he was away from the house.

One- Never skate alone at home

Two- Never keep Pepper inside while you’re out.

Three- Never skate too far out in the lake- unless he’s with you. Stay in the little bay by the cabin.

Simple enough, and those rules kept you safe. As you improved he lightened up slightly on the first one believing you’d learned enough to not have him there every second. Though it was only with your convincing, and managing to skate around the lake by yourself, that he believed you. As long as Pepper stayed right there, snoozing by a fire.

The last two were absolute, pepper was trained to fetch help or fetch him if ever needed, who understood her commands in a heartbeat- loyal to her little family to the core.

This morning Logan had woken up early as usual. He threw on one less layer, claiming it would heat up come mid day despite the chill outside. You’d woken up along side him, packing the lunch and sending him out the door with a breakfast, coffee, and a kiss.

“Well, better now than never!” You said to no one in particular. You’d looked forward to your morning skate sesh since yesterday- being too busy with chores left you no time to stretch your legs before the weekends storm was set to move in.

You bounded up to your room to suit up for the cold weather outside- Logan may be used to the cold, but even with the sun coming out more you still needed to bundle up to take on the brisk Albertan weather.

Pepper barked as you opened the backdoor trailing off to her favorite spot by the fire pit. You sat on the small bench Logan built for you and him and laced up your skates. They were a soft white with sheer black bows on the back, a contrast to the sturdy black skates he wore.

You picked up yours about two months within moving there, an insistent welcome gift from Logan after you’d expressed how nervous you’d be even thinking about setting foot on the ice. He was determined to show you one of his favorite pass times and how much fun you could have just like back home.

You sat up after lacing your skates and pushed off gliding in a soft loop around the edge of the lake. You skated further out to practice your spins, you’d gotten good at them in the last few weeks and decided to keep practicing.

About an hour later you sat on the bench sipping your water. The sun had come out heating the day just like Logan said. He was always right when it came to weather. You pulled out your phone switching from your music to TikTok scrolling through the For You page deciding to search new skating tricks before landing on one you just had to try next.

A gorgeous figure skater demonstrating a beginner level jump. Yeah, you could do that- you thought to yourself. Setting up your phone you skated out a little and skated the beginning positions. You stopped, watching her jump, then skated back to your starting point to try it a few times.

After a few attempts you were ready to try a small jump- you began again and lifted yourself slightly- nearly slipping- but you landed! You actually landed.

“Pepper, Did you see? I did it!” You laughed as she ‘boofed’ in response un-phased by your triumph. You skated further out wanting more room to try a slightly bigger jump, surely it couldn’t be that different than roller skating? You’d jumped plenty of times, even once over a garbage can at the skate park.

You kept the video playing as you followed her instructions- you lifted yourself higher this time. A stomach dropping crack sounded as your skate nearly twisted off after the toe pick stood solid in the ice. You’d landed too hard and the force sent you tumbling down cracking the ice below further.

“Ahh, oh..Oh shit Mngh-ph!” A sharp pain cascaded up to your knee, tears welling in your eyes immediately. You shifted to sit up trying not to move your leg too much. You started crying as you unlaced your skate slowly pulling it off along with your socks. The sight was already awful- the chilled air not helping in any way. Your ankle now swelling before your eyes a bright angry red and painful to the touch.

“Pepper!” You hollered for her, “Fetch phone!”

She hopped up darting forward snagging it in her mouth and plopped it in your hand. She scanned the area knowing something was wrong and sat against your back for you to lean on.

Unlocking your phone you paused before calling Logan. Would he be upset with you? It was probably not the smartest idea to try this today, and if you called he wouldn’t hesitate to leave work. You quickly brushed those thoughts aside as your ankle throbbed worse than before. You needed him here.

The phone rang as you tried to collect your breathing.

“Hey Darl-“

“Logan, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!” You panted into the phone

“Slow down Darlin, sorry for what?” He snickered over the line.

“I’m out on the lake with Pepper, I- ItriedtodoanewtrickandIfellandnowmyanklesbroken-“

“Hey hey slow down Angel, what are you saying? You’re still on the ice now?”

“I tried to do a new trick and I fell and now I think my ankles broken..”

“Angel, oh no you can’t be serious?”

“Yeah” you sniffled “It hurts Logan, I can’t get up it hurts so bad I’m sorry”

“I’m on my way now, just stay put with Pep, and I’ll take you to the hospital” You heard the door of his truck slam shut and the phone call end.

He pulled into the drive way 15 minutes later- which you’ll have to scold him about because his commute is 30 minutes on a good day.

It mattered less now as he trucked down to the lake stepping onto the ice and carefully lifting you up as you groaned. He walked you to the truck and opened the door with one hand, you tucked away in his other arm. He shut the door and called Pepper to let her inside. She whined watching you leave out the front window.

Logan grabbed your soft blanket you kept in the truck and wrapped it around you and pulled onto the highway.

You lived about an hour from the hospital and you couldn’t get there soon enough.

He pulled a snack from the lunchbox in between you in the front seat and handed it to you- the puppy chow you’d made him as a sweet treat for his lunches.

“Here, you should eat something, take your mind off the pain for a bit, yeah?” He grunted.

“Maybe” you sat in silence watching the pines fly by out the window.

“Logan, you should slow down a bit- I’m not gonna die, I’ll be okay” you prodded softly.

He flashed you a worried look and kept driving in silence.

You reached the hospital quicker than expected and were seen just as quick- thanks to the intimidating looks Logan dished out to every nurse, admin, and doctor who kept walking by without seeing you.

Finally X-rayed, they’d concluded you had a broken ankle though not terribly so. You’d be in a cast for about 4-6 weeks and would need the occasional check up. They sent you off with a pain medicine prescription to pick up and you were home before you knew it.

Now once again resting by Logan on your couch your mind drifted back to earlier, the feelings of upsetting him and worse worrying him over something you could’ve avoided by listening to him.

“Logan?”

“Hmm?” He hummed softly.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry about today- If I had known I’d never have tried that stupid trick..”

“It’s not your fault, Angel, accidents happen and it’s part of being on the ice- you slip the wrong way and it’s blam- lights out sometimes” he trailed off wrapping his arms around you.

“Really, it’s my fault- even if you didn’t try a jump you still could’ve fallen and hurt yourself. The ice gets too slick when the sun comes out, and it’s starting to thin the ice too”

You mulled over his words in a stunned quiet.

“I should have thought of that, should’ve told you..” he sighed out.

“Logan, there’s no way either of us could’ve known” you grabbed his chin to look at him softly. “Like you said- accidents happen”

“But that’s not enough, it’s not okay- you’re hurt because of me, I miss one important detail, and it’s some kind of pain for someone else all over again” he muttered

“I’m just so sorry, this shouldn’t have happened Angel, and it’s my fault for not telling you sooner..”

“Logan, you didn’t do anything wrong even if I got hurt” you spoke- searching for his eyes

“What if it’s not just a broken ankle? What if next time it’s worse- I just cant stand the thought of losing you- ever.”

You felt destroyed and reborn with his confession. You knew Logan certainly liked you but to hear him express the way he cared for you rocked you to your core in his quiet moment of vulnerability.

You pulled him in closer capturing his lips in a passionate dance.

“Good thing you never will.”

[ashisill]

When one becomes two

Jake and Josh x fem reader

Warnings: (public ish sexual interaction, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, cheating if you squint, jealousy, and I think that’s all)

Slightly unedited!

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Josh loved being at home relaxing. Curled up on the couch with a book in hand. A movie in the background or a vinyl playing softly. Tonight however all he wanted was to party with his people. Sam and Danny declined already previously having plans. Jake offered to be the driver since it was usually Josh driving his drunk ass around. The night was filled with laughter, dancing, and serval shots. Josh was wasted. You haven’t seen him this drunk in a long time. He was having a great time dragging you on the dance floor, and stepping on your toes. Apologizing with a giggle and love in his eyes. You had a few shots and we’re starting to feel pretty good yourself. Not anywhere near his level but enough to have fun. You walked back to the booth to sit with Jake, and Josh excused himself outside. “Having fun?”

“Absolutely! wanna buy me another?” You asked Jake with a raised eyebrow.

He smiled at you “why don’t you just finish his. He doesn’t need anymore”

“Good idea Jacob”

You made some more small talk as you chugged Josh’s beer. “You look pretty in that dark dress you know that?”

“Are you hitting on me” you joked with a playful hit of his arm.

“Maybe doll”

“Oh” your eyes widened.

“It’s that dress sugar. You don’t know what it’s doing to me”

“Why do you like it so much? Do I look pretty?” You teased.

“Fishing for compliments now?” He joked right back.

“You’ve intrigued me. Do tell me more Jacob” you put your elbows on the table, and rested your head in your hands.

“I like the tank top part” his hand brushed your arm. “And the color” he grabbed the hem. “Like the open back” he drug his hand cross the criss cross strings on the back of the dress.

“Am I interrupting?” Josh came back smelling like weed, with red eyes, and a sleepy look.

“Did you smoke a joint without me?”

“Saved you half here” he tossed it. Mimicking what he did walked outside and lit the half of the joint.

“What’s that about?” Josh asked his brother

“We were talking is that okay?” He rolled his eyes.

“I saw you touching her don’t lie”

“I like her dress that’s all”

“Sexy huh?” His eyebrow raised. “It’s a favorite of mine”

“I can see why”

“Oh yeah?”

It clicked when they looked at each other. All it took was a glance and they knew what to do. With a wordless exchange they paid, and walked outside. Seeing you leaned against the wall smoking what was left of your joint did something to them. Josh playfully grabbed your arm pulling you to the car. He pushed you against the car door kissing you hard. “Josh” you giggled.

“Shh” his tongue wrapped against yours. Jake watching quietly he began to grow hard. “Your lucky I don’t fuck you right here”

“Oh but I want you to”

He fingers danced along your clit, and then his fingers teased your entrance. Without warning his fingers slid inside you. You gasp and grabbed his wrist “Joshua”

They curled into you, and your fingers dug into his arm. “Fuck Josh”

“In the car mama” he slid his fingers out.

You shook your head and obeyed him. The car started and Jake began driving. Josh’s hands were all over you in the backseat. He squeezed your thighs inching closer to where you want him. “Hmm touch me baby”

“Yeah? That’s what you want? Gonna beg for it?”

“Hmm Josh please” your hips bucked forward. Josh made eye contact with Jake through the review mirror. Not a word was said between the two of them, but the plan was in action.

“Suck his dick”

“Excuse me?”

Josh’s eyes grew hungry “you heard me mama. I want you to suck his dick”

“But-” and finger brushed your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for us?”

You would be lying if you said you haven’t fantasized over this moment. You slowly moved from your seat up towards the front. You leaned over the middle console enough to get to Jake. All while giving Josh a show with your ass. You struggled a bit with his belt he laughed at you softly. He placed a hand over yours “promise me you’re not too drunk”

“Promise Jakey”

He undid his belt and slid his jeans down. You kissed him through his underwear before pulling them down as well. He sprung free and you gasp softly. He looked almost identical to Josh. The way it hooked over, the veins that bulged, the soft tip. A part of you always wondered if they were the same. You wondered if he was as big as Josh or bigger. The first time Josh gave himself to you was a shock. He warned you he was big, but you didn’t listen. You questioned him if it would even fit, but he assured you. It took serval minutes for him to bottom out, but he took it nice and slow. Your first taste of him had you hooked. Would it be the same for Jake?

You let a drop of saliva fall onto his cock. Slowly jerking him off rubbing it in. You teased licking around his tip. Jake wanted nothing more than to watch you, but he kept his eyes on the road.

Josh’s hands wandered your ass and hips. You were relieved to be wearing a skirt. His hands squeezed your thighs, and you tried to focus on Jake. You licked up the side before taking him in your mouth. You felt his hips buck, and you knew you were doing good. One hand left the steering wheel and onto your head. Guiding you gently as his other hand gripped the wheel. His finger nails turning white as he fought to stay focused. Your movements became sloppy, and Jake watched carefully. He was starting to lose control. Seeing Jake’s reaction Josh knew what his next move was. Josh’s arm snaked around your waist. Jake held your head to keep you from hitting the wheel as he slammed on his breaks. Thankful you were on the desolate road home, and he just pulled to the shoulder.

“Keep going just like that” Jake said with a shaky voice. “Don’t you fucking stop”

You heard Josh’s belt buckle come undone, and his sound of his jeans sliding down. “Oh fuck” you said getting a breath of air. Before you could even prepare he was sliding himself into you. With your mouth full of Jake you moaned loudly against him.

“Shit” Jake hissed through his teeth. Your moans growing more and more. Until there was no breaks in between them. Just strings of inaudible sounds. Josh reached for your hands placing them behind your back. No hands to hold Jake in place. However it affected him more than you thought. “No hands sweet girl”

“Gonna cum pretty girl”

That was your warning, but you didn’t stop. As his release hit your tongue he quickly tried to help “oh doll you didn’t have to do that. Here you can spit it out”

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Showing him his release before swallowing all of him. “Oh fuck. Dirty girl” his fingers teased your lips. Josh fucking you just right you became close. Jake’s hand reached out to hold your head. “Gonna cum?” He whispered to you. Your mouth dropped and soft “ah ah ah” left. Both of them in unison mocking it back to you. Your jaw opened wider completely turned on by what they were doing. A louder moan left you, and they repeated it back to you.

“I’m gonna cum!” You cried against Jake hand, and wipe a tear with his thumb. “Josh im gonna-”

A loud gasp released from you as all the air was sucked out of your lungs. You tried to focus on Jake, but your eyes a drifted back. You were speechless as your consciousness left. All you could hear was Josh’s soft grunts, and Jake’s voice soft as ever. “Good girl” he repeated “so pretty. Such a good girl”

Josh not far behind spilling inside you, and resting his head on the passenger seat. You don’t know if you went to heaven or maybe this was hell. The car went into the motion once more. You rested on Josh’s lap as he cooed, and brushed the hair away from your face. Sleepy as ever you started to doze off in his arms. “Sleep darling we’ve got you”

And as always you obeyed, and you awoke to the both of them lying beside you in Josh’s bed. You didn’t ask questions you didn’t want to know the answers. You didn’t want this to end, but you knew when morning came Jake would be gone. It would be you and Josh alone once more. For now you rested on Jake’s bare chest, and Josh was curled against you. You closed your eyes once more, and drifted back to sleep. Knowing you will never feel this way again a tear threatened your eyes. You shut them quickly forcing sleep to take you over. You hope that maybe just maybe one would become two.

[edgeray]

One Hell of a Butler Pt. 2

Ball (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Wasn't really expecting to write arle content so soon but heck i miss writing and school makes me sad :( i have 4 assessments next week. i hate it here. also for @\megistusdiary and @\servalisms who feed me so well <333 love you guys. anyways, following the same concept as the first part here, this is some time after Reader and Arlecchino has made the contract. What do you guys think about this series? Future edit: It's gonna be a blurb, I say. It'll be less than 1k I say. *Looks at the time.* It's 3AM and the finished product is 2.2k words. Again. How do I do this to myself. I'm not calling this a oneshot though because not my greatest quality. Content Warning: Suggestive. semi-graphic descriptions of violence Series Masterlist

It's funny, really, having a demon as your butler. You could never imagine yourself as the type of person to even consider such a notion, and you certainly were not a believer of the supernatural either. Of course, beliefs change and so do mindsets; after all, your worldview was shattered with one singular event. It is that catalyst that has led you down this path. You used to believe that revenge was just a trope, an exaggerated manifestation of pettiness but as you feel it pump through your blood and inject in its veins, revenge is so very palpable. And with the contract, it's graspable, within your reach. It's like a dessert, waiting to be devoured after the main course. And like a dessert, however, in order to really savor it, one must be patient.

It has led you to this point. To a ball, specifically. The preparations have all been laid out, and you know what you your goal from this event is. The only thing left to do is to prepare the final touches and carry out the plan.

For all your meticulous planning, you don't expect yourself to be hindered before you had even gotten to the event. And defeated by a corset dress of all things. You couldn't extend your arms anymore to reach the strings behind your dress. Of course, you have other dresses, but none were as suitable for this event besides this one; this dress is made especially to carry secret compartments for weapons, a feature that none of your other apparels have.

"Arlecchino," you call out to your butler, and within a moment, the air of the room grew considerably colder, alerting you of the demon's sudden appearance. The abrupt chill invokes a chill down your spine and you let out a breathy exhale as you gazed at the mirror in front of you, and could see your servant's form just behind you, her height towering over you. On her face is the usual subtle smirk when she's with you and her red pupils gleamed just slightly.

"You look beautiful, my Lady," she greets with a low drawl although you knew it was out of politeness than admiration. Her irises burn as you could feel it traverse over your exposed back and you can barely suppress the goosebumps that her gaze provoked.

"I didn't summon you here to ogle me, Arlecchino," you say, maintaining a cool tone despite the warmth that bloomed over your bare skin, pricking your senses. A low rumble comes from the being and she leans forward placing her icy black hands over your naked shoulders, fingertips running across the surface smoothly as it slowly nears your collarbone. Her face nears your left ear, her breath cascading against your earlobe.

"Of course. It was simply an observation, my Lady. But, dare I say, you look simply ravishing." The demon whispers against the shell of your ear, her voice adorning the smallest bit of allure in it, and her hands suddenly grip your shoulders as she emphasizes the last word, then relaxing a moment later. Your inhale hitches but no other reaction is displayed outwardly.

"The strings, Arlecchino," you instruct as a distraction away from the soft flaring of your cheeks.

A brief pause as you observe through the mirror the gleam of mischief in the demon's black pits, and her hands move down your shoulder, only the pads of her fingers brushing ghosting over your shoulder blades and yet it feels like the heat from the contact drips down onto your skin. It's a lagging pace, deliberate and feather light as it finally reaches the farthest down string. Prodding fingers caress against your back as she begins maneuvering the strings masterfully, each graze seemingly lingering as it seems like she takes every opportunity to memorize the texture of you on her fingertips. When her painstaking process draws close to its end, she ties the strings together, making it tight enough to make you groan and arch your back from the sting. When you do, she traces a finger up the curvature of your spine.

"Arlecchino," you chastise with a shuddering breath. Hands find themselves on your hips, clawed fingertips faintly digging into you and you're suddenly pulled to her being, chest meeting against your spine.

"You can't possibly fault me for my behavior when you're far too delectable, can you?" She voices against your nape, cold lips just barely hovering over it while you feel hot air stroke against your hair. You shudder. A small ire wells up inside of you and you break from her grasp easily. 

“You know better than to fool around now of all times,” you huff irritably, before spinning around. “Now, are you dressed yet?” 

Your breathing halts once your eyes scan Arlecchino's body. Donning a midnight black tailcoat alongside matching slim trousers, a white button-collared dress shirt with scarlet ruffled cuffs, and finally, a simple jet black necktie. It is not very different compared to her usual apparels, and yet your sight cannot help but stagger over her. She's devilishly handsome, you begrudgingly admit to yourself, objectively pleasant to your view. You get the sense something is missing from her appearance, however, perhaps a mark of yours on her neck. You bite your tongue in reprimand to suppress any more carnal thoughts and you shift your focus away.

“Is it to your liking, my Lady?” A smug smile graces her kissable lips. 

“It's appropriate enough. You're missing something,” You reply back cooly, and you dig around the nearby drawers for the items you search for. Upon finding them, you find ebony gloves and then promptly fling them at the demon's face. They hit squarely, and slide off her mildly shocked expression with a comical, slow pace. It gives you more satisfaction than it should.  

“There,” you remark with a blank expression but a tone matching her prior pomposity. “I suppose you're presentable as my servant now.” 

You brush past her, comforted by the fact her eyes follow your form with each step. 

—

Upon arrival at the ball, it's nearly overwhelming–chatter fills the room and surrounds you at every angle, suffocating you under the noise of whispered gossip. A suited server comes up to you with a glass of some presumed luxurious beverage, no doubt costing a ludicrous amount. You swivel the untouched drink in your hand as you survey other guests, searching for a particular face in general. Arlecchino should be doing something similar right now, if she hasn't already found her target. 

The person you're looking for is no longer to be found, at least in your approximate vicinity. You grind your teeth together and your hand bunches the fabric of your dress in a fist. An advancing man steps into view and strolls towards you, confidence and snobbery exuding from his walking. 

“Would you like a dance, my Lady?” 

You can't help but cringe at the addressment, the term sounding only right from one particular individuial's tongue. But nonetheless, a cordial smile masks your disgust and you agree to it, letting the man lead you to a slow, and quite frankly, boring waltz. His movements are just flamboyanes to cover up his sloppy movements, and it only makes you wonder how a demon can so masterfully practice an art made by humans. During the dance, you try to fish him out of any useful information, but the daft male is incapable of doing anything besides leering at you. 

You could feel at the back of your neck someone else's stare–one that kindles like the flames of hell. You smirk to yourself. Maybe you can use her gaze, taunt her through this. You lean ever so closer, lurching forward to whisper something in his ear and you let his filthy hands wander your form a bit. 

When you finally part from him, enduring one last, disappointing dance, you say your farewells to him. Not out of respect as a dance partner but because you know his life will end in a few minutes. You only hope she remembers to dispose of the body and clean up the evidence. 

You find that she reappears by your side in less than fifteen minutes. It's cute that she does it when you're not in the vicinity, like you don’t already know what she did. How fortunate for you that you've already isolated yourself to a lone balcony when she finds you. Otherwise, people may accuse the two of you as undignified lovers.  

Shortly afterwards, the two of you return to the main location of the ball, and again, you're in search of a certain man. Arlecchino has yet been successful in finding her target and you wander the dance floor once again, though this time, you decline any dance requests. 

Your gaze follows that of a group of men eyeing something, and you trace for what they're looking at. With great irritance, you discover it's the demon that they’re leching over. Something ugly coils in the pit of your stomach, an ugly sensation filling your being the longer you watch their gaze, like a feeling that what they are coveting after is one of your belongings. 

“Arlecchino,” you softly gruff under your breath. You observe from across the large room that her head perks up immediately, reminiscent of how a dog would when its name is called, and without even looking, she steers through the sea of ball-goers towards your direction. 

When she’s finally in front of you, there's an aggravating, knowing grin that Arlecchino fails to hide. “Yes, my Lady?”  

You reach out to tug her necktie to you like a leash and she compliantly lets you pull her face towards you. 

“If people keep leering at you like that, they'll become an inevitable hindrance,” you lie straight through your teeth, hating the way her eyes crinkle in amusement as she sees right through you. The two of you know you're lying.  

“And what are you going to do about it, my Lady?” You should order her to wipe that complacent sneer off of her face, shouldn't you? 

“This,” you give her neck time a harsh yank and your lips brush against her neck, teeth biting her skin and your tongue lapping at the bite mark. It's a quick, stinging action that makes the demon grunt lowly but she's yet to pull away. She wouldn't dare to, not without your instructions. 

You pull away only after a few moments because it's not a mark made out of passion or affection. It’s a mark made out of desperation, out of possessiveness, to remind those who she belongs to and who can touch her. 

“Don't you dare hide it,” you demand, indignation creeping up your words. You release her, and she simply nods, her gloved fingers dabbing the mark. Walking away, you feel strangely content–what was missing from Arlecchino's appearance is there now. 

You call for her one last time during the ball. When you've led the man you were searching for into a private guest room, and you loosen his lips with the suggestiveness of your actions and the alcohol you slip in his hands. The information that spews out to you is useless, the furthest thing to what you desire even when you’ve pushed yourself far past what you'd like. He simply doesn't have what you want, you frustratingly recognize. You've let this man undress you until you're nearly half-naked for nothing. 

At the moment you acknowledge that this entire venture to this ball was for naught, you kick the disgusting man in the face, hard enough to hear a crunch underneath your heel and in his clutched hands, his broken nose bleeds. You sigh and start redressing yourself, thankful at least you didn't allow him to derobe you any further while he chucks insolent expletives and meaningless threats at you. He dares to reach out his hand for you with your back against him and it is then you mutter her name.

“Arlecchino.”

And like every time, she materializes right where you want her to, in between you and the vermin, blocking you from his sight. 

“Yes, my Lady?” She purrs as the man sputters out in shock, tumbling back.

You don't even look over your shoulder to give a command, instead, opting to fix your hair. “Dispose of him.”

There's no need for you to watch the bloodbath. You're familiar with how she kills now. It lasts no more than a few seconds and when you smell soot, you know she's done. You turn around, the last few embers of his body dissipating in the air. There's no remnants of him anymore, the room is spotless clean, except for the smear of blood on her cheek. 

“Don't you demons know how to clean yourselves?” You chastise with an exasperated click of your tongue and extend your hand, your thumb wiping the crimson droplet from her face and then guiding your thumbpad to her lips. Her tongue darts out, and laps up the last trace of him with a deliberate swipe. 

It ignites a blaze in your chest and your heart drums. 

“Take me home, Arlecchino. We're done here.” 

“Of course, my Lady.” 

[heissenn]

NAVIGATION

< HONKAI STAR RAIL >

imagine being acheron's anchor to reality

imagine black swan as a pervert

ALL THE LITTLE THINGS

a sneak peak of what its like dating your favorite hsr character. includes: himeko, serval, seele, stelle, bronya, march 7th, ruan mei, herta, robin

HSR WOMEN'S REACTION WHEN YOU DON'T PULL FOR THEM

featuring: silver wolf, lingsha, the herta, kafka, sparkle

FINAL WALTZ

kafka x fem!reader one dance to celebrate the last, a final moment to honor a love that cannot be.

< MISC. >

TWILIGHT

jinhsi x fem! reader the story of two children, of a thief and a magistrate. and how two worlds, contrasting each other like heaven and soil, collide and mold into one.

pure filthy smut w/ zani and arleccchino

arlecchino and maid outfits