#they have soft and gentle appearances and honestly are very calm and kind

[mawsmauls]

Day three for the @dragonaday-fr challenge! Serva is certainly warm and fluffy, just don't ask who's turning up the heat.

[eclecticmiasma]

I kept thinking what if Chilchuck or Laios had been kidnapped by the monster! reader, how the reader saw them hurt or mistook them for chicks and saved them from being killed by another monster.. Now the reader monster is taking care of him in his nest/house, as if they were his own chicks (reader is a gentle monster who doesn't want anyone getting hurt or dying), and the reader being a sentient monster where she knows the dungeons are dangerous...

Note: the reader's appearance is similar to that of a human but with some animal characteristics, thus confusing the adventurers, who may think that she is a human cursed by the mad wizard and thus has the monster part... But the reader is a cool and conscious monster

Large brained thoughts, honestly! Perhaps reader could be the ghost of a creature that lost its young and uses shape-shifting to lure dungeoneers and other monsters to her nest as replacements? I would imagine that she would become extremely protective of her targets especially once they have been tricked into becoming one of her offspring. We don't see any examples of monsters being benevolent per se, but there is a benevolence/kindness to reader's selfish desires.

I think reader would appear very different to Laios and Chilchuck, and their reactions would be completely 180 degrees. Some slight anime spoilers ahead! SFW, canon typical violence.

Laios

Reader appears to Laios in a form that's nearly identical to her original. She has thick claws and black, wet eyes. Her teeth are sharp but framed by soft human lips and her ashen hair is silken and braided like a Northern maiden. She might have a long scaly tale and feathers on her abdomen and thighs because, due to Falin's current condition, it's a form that Laios finds subconsciously comforting.

She lures Laios while the others are asleep. A monster that he's never seen before is too intriguing to pass up- the party is safe enough where they are. Just a peak, a chance to learn-

Before he knows it, Laios is somewhere wholly unfamiliar. The thick dungeon bricks lining the walls slowly give way to moss and grass. The air is warm and smells like petrichor.

Despite a small, nagging anxiety, he presses further. The creature smiles as she leads him farther into the jungle atmosphere, a smile so sparkling and human that is makes Laios blush.

Before long, he's walked right into reader's nest. It's a cozy hovel carved into the base of a tree. Laios is delighted to find smaller monsters of all sizes in a daze, lounging around on the thatched flooring. As he steps inside, he feels a veil of calm close around him and vaguely realizes that its why the monsters aren't hostile towards each other.

Laios succumbs, at first. He lets reader take him into her arms, drag her long claws through his hair and sing a tune that numbs his mind into a pleasant mush.

Reader feeds him, gives him her milk (a high he'll never reach again until the day he dies), lays out the comfiest spot for her newest treasure and goes on her way to find the next target.

Genuinely, if Laios wasn't on a quest this would be his life for eternity. His own mother wasn't very loving, so a meld of monsters and mothers is more than a guy could ever ask for.

It could be hours, it could be days, but eventually Laios begins to remember that this isn't where he's meant to be. He sees a monster that reminds him of Falin, and all at once knows he reluctantly has to return to reality.

Once reader realizes Laios is gone, only killing her will end her crusade to get him back. While the others simply see a deranged monster, Laios sees a terrified mother desperate to drag him back to the safety of her home. Laios hesitates before killing her, too torn apart by the tears in her eyes. Marcille has to take the final blow.

Senshi and Laios briefly consider cooking the inhuman parts of reader into a sort of beef stroganoff as tribute, but Chilchuck's screeching reminder that they are not to eat humanoids leaves them to bury her instead.

Chilchuck

Is just off the heels of grumbling about being treated like a child when he spots what looks to be a small figure huddled in the darkness.

He calls out to the others but doesn't hear a response, only the soft whimpers of whoever has managed to get themselves into this state.

Chilchuck is much more on guard than Laios would ever be. He immediately assumes that it could be a trap or an illusion, so he calls to the figure from afar.

She answers, desperation coloring her tone as she sobs, relieved that someone has come across her.

"Th-they're dead, I don't know where they are but they're dead and I..."

As Chilchuck gingerly steps towards her, he realizes that what he sees is another half-foot. A small archer that's bloodied and bruised. Something about her reminds him immediately of his wife.

All logic leaves Chilchuck as he finishes approaching her, asking what's wrong and tearing off a piece of his sleeve to prepare to bandage the deepest of her wounds. When he goes to wrap the material around her forearm he stares in confusion. The wounds are gone.

He doesn't even have time to react before reader cups his small face in her. "You're lonely," She says, a matter of fact. The half-foot can't deny it, "It's time you stop doing these dangerous things. The only end for a half-foot in the dungeon is in the mouth of a monster. Let me take care of you."

Her words are like honey, her touch even moreso. Feeling the touch of a woman isn't a luxury Chilchuck had been afforded in many moons. But even in the fog of reader's touch, Chilchuck feels that something is off. Her hands are too cold, eyes too deep and dark- almost like black pools of liquid.

The sharp tips of her teeth set him off, and he knows he has to get away. She's no different than a mimic, he tells himself. Even if part of him desperately wants exactly what she has to offer.

Chilchuck mimes as if he is going to fall into her allure, cupping his hands over her own and giving her the most smitten look he can muster. All before kneeing her in the face and dashing at speeds only half-foots can muster to get away.

Reader chases him desperately, form filling the room as she wails in sorrow. "Can't you see they're using you? You're going to end up as bait. You're going to die down here, you'll never see your family again!" Chilchuck mentally bats away at each assertion even as they hook into his skin.

The others finally come running, proximity close enough to hear the commotion at last. With a few well-placed blasts and a slice to the throat via Kensuke, reader is felled and left for good. Even in death, she seems to be in mourning.

Chilchuck doesn't sleep well for weeks.

*do not post elsewhere without explicit permission. please consider reblogging, as Tumblr tends to hide darker content!

[RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[urauntiefaye]

Can u also do losing ur virginity/first time with bnd legal line ?? 🫠

First Time With BoyNextDoor Legal Line 🌸🔞

CW: SMUT, mention of female anatomy, cussing on my end, virginity loss, ummm mentions of nicknames, thats all I can think of, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this …this did things to me I didn't know could 

WC: 624

Content under the line!

Jaehyun: losing your virginity with Jaehyun would be so goofy. And I mean that as in he would try to calm your nerves down by making silly little jokes. He wants your first time to a good memory, honestly he might also be losing his to you as well but he won't tell you in fear he'll make you even more worried and scared. His big puppy dog eyes that are filled with so much love are always on your face scanning to see if there's any feelings of discomfort. But trust me he is just as nervous as you and is trying so hard not to cum too quick 😔. 

Sungho: FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY, have I mentioned foreplay?. Man's is already a lover of foreplay, he finds it essential for sex. He will start off giving you nice back massage leading to him massaging and playing with your tits, then it'll lead him to softly fingering you 😭😔 need him I swear. I also feel like Sungho definitely will not actually have sex with you until you've cum at least twice either it be with his fingers or his mouth. He just wants to make sure his baby is all ready for his big cock. Sungho will praise you, saying stuff like “you're doing so well babydoll”, and “that's right, taking my dick so well~” will call you beautiful and everything

Riwoo: wants you to ride him, now this is because he is actually very scared of hurting you or possibly getting caught up in the act. So he wants you to take the lead first, so that you're more comfortable and going at your pace. He will struggle to not crumble and fuck up into you know you're a virgin. But the way you whine about how big he is and how you can barely take him is sending him into overdrive. He'll rub your side and try to distract himself by grabbing your ass or tits. He can't help it, he's very sensitive and having a goddess above him talk about how big his dick is? Sheesh he really might just bust right there. 

Taesan: Ah yes, Taesan, when this man found out you were a virgin he had a set mission! Now he won't ever force you into anything. But that won't stop him from trying to seduce you and have you crawling to him begging him to pop your cherry okay. The stares, the lingering touches, the subtle whisper. UGH, he makes it so hard. And when you do go to him you bet your sweet little ass he will tease you. He acts all mean and everything but as soon as it comes to the actual thing he will be gentle and soft with you, but with a bit of teasing here and there but he'll try to make it as comfortable for you as he can. Just don't expect him to act this way all the time during spicy time.

Leehan: He panicked. I won't lie, man is PANICKING, he's already lost his but it was to someone who was already experienced. He's never been with someone who has never had experience. But ohoh, does it unlock something dark inside of him. Leehan finally discovered he had a corruption kink and he honestly kind of loved the idea that no one has ever touched you before. He felt a little special, he'll try to be gentle he really will, and he'll be great at first! But then the dark inner Dom would appear and the degrading mixed with praise would start to leak out-. Please he's trying but you make it so hard with how cute you look all innocent and out of breath underneath him. 

[antimatterz]

what's after LIKE ?

dan heng x gn!reader

summary: i have no idea where i'm going with this but it's inspired by IVE - after LIKE. this is honestly more brainrot and less serious writing.

cw: fluff fluff fluff, kinda crush headcanons + confessions + established relationship headcanons + a bit of marriage? i don't know tbh i was just vibing to the song when i wrote this and made a dan heng love story ramble lol. this kinda has some spoilers to dan heng's past.

content under the cut | masterlist

your crush on dan heng was sweet but short lasting.

quick to sprout from its seedling, rapidly finding the light to blossom freely. dan heng was part of the very first memory you had access to, and finding his solemn gaze resting solely on you awakened a string of butterflies in your stomach despite the confusion that came along with waking up aboard a space station without even knowing who you were.

you knew nothing, nothing but your name. where did you come from? what was your purpose? how did you end up aboard herta's space station? why was fate so kind to have dan heng be the person to find you?

when your eyes met, something solid formed between the two of you, something that never vanished and only grew in strength as weeks flew by. he opened up to you so rapidly and you did the same. he seemed not so easy to get along with at first but you looked past that façade and tried to find who he really was.

and he happily showed you.

your crush on dan heng was undeniably there, and to march, it was the most obvious thing possible. smitten you were, as your gaze lingered on the quiet male with heart eyes. he was known as a distant person, cold even to most. but you always tried to look past his mask, and soon it shattered afore your eyes, showing the calm and kind-hearted guy hiding behind it.

but your crush only lasted so long. you liked dan heng, but little did you know he liked you too. like was merely the first chapter of your story together. dan heng, as direct as he was, wouldn't hesitate to tell you ever so bluntly;

i like you, y/n.

there was a whole new chapter abound, the follow-up of the story that came after like. you never knew what it would be, since you thought of your crush as one-sided. while you had hoped for love to follow after like you did not dare to get your hopes up. yet, dan heng's confession had your dreams come true. love was the new chapter of your story.

loving dan heng was surprisingly easy. although he appeared cold and indifferent to those he deliberately kept at distance he was the opposite when it came to you; still quiet, but soft and kind, caring and a big sweetheart in his own way. you got along so well and the way you two matched was impeccable.

sure, dan heng had his secrets, he had a whole past he could not remember much about – and refused to talk about, even with you. but that was okay, you accepted that and allowed him time and space. he was grateful for that, and now you had an amazing lover by your side.

dan heng treats you as royalty, while you pamper him with affection and shower him with love. more and more often you find him smiling around you. there was a whole new side to him, one that you had 'unlocked' when the two of you started dating. again, the male was an absolute sweetheart.

but even love wasn't the final chapter. because at some point he asked you to marry him, his voice filled with something you hadn't heard before. it was so gentle, like the fleeting smile he offered you when you said yes.

your wedding was small, with only a few attendants; march, welt, himeko, herta, asta, arlan, ring-bearer peppy, and even some friends you made along the way. and who knew, maybe the stellaron hunters were watching from afar? but even though it was merely a small and simple ceremony, dan heng made sure to pick the most beautiful planet alongside the star rail where the astral express rode upon. imagine, the love in dan heng's eyes when you gaze at each other at the altar.

who knew? what started off as such a simple and innocent crush had so much more in store for you. you finally knew what came after like. love, marriage, happiness forever with your beloved.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

I’m not sure if u take requests but could you please write mommy kink with aftercare for one of Rory’s characters? Jack or Charlie? Sorry if you don’t take requests..

5A.M.

Summary: Summer in Colorado is humid, sticky and uncomfortably hot. There's barely any comfortable time of day to give your boyfriend what he's been craving so much.

Pairing: Jack Thurlow × fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Content Warnings: Heavy SubDrop, Crying, So Much Internalised Kink-Shaming, Aftercare, Very Affirmative Reader, Kink Acceptance, 18+! Due To The Overall Topic, Super Soft And Loving Reader

A/N: Jack 🤝🏻 Me, having the exact same kind of trauma to work through.

3A.M to 4A.M

Tagging the squad:

@alalalaaallaaalaaa @crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @bvg-w1res @milsthouqhts @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid

The thin layer of sweat on your skin slowly evaporated under the steadily rotating ceiling fan. It wasn’t much but at least the illusion of cooling down ever so slightly was given, for sure better than nothing.

Jack, his entire tired body still on top of yours, had his face pressed into the crook of your neck whilst your fingertips drew loose shapes and random forms all across the tender skin of his back.

He seemed to be alright in that moment, content and calm even, getting lost in you caressing his shoulders and back like that and yet something felt off. You couldn't quite put your finger on it and in search of what was wrong, you closed your eyes and just concentrated on Jack above you.

His body wasn’t exactly tense or his muscles stressed, quite the contrary actually. He also wasn’t shaky in any way, that would've usually been a clear indicator for something being wrong, but seemingly none of the most prevalent signs were showing.

A little bit concerned with your own ability to read the room, you took a deep, long breath and exhaled slowly, slightly arching your eyebrows in concentration.

That's it.

You realized while breathing out again. Unlike your breathing, Jack's came somewhat uneven, seemingly out of rhythm is some sort. He was too quiet…

"Jack? Are you okay?" You asked in a soft and gentle way as your fingertips wandered upwards to play with strands of his curly, brown hair.

For a moment he didn't answer and as he did it was with a quick nod that wasn't exactly reassuring to you.

"Jack, babe, I would like you to look at me, can you do that for me, please?"

"No…" He answered reluctantly, his voice sore, sounding as if he was choking back sobs.

"That's okay, don't worry, yeah? I'm here and I love you, you know that, don't you?" From playing with his hair, your hand right up to the back of his head, slowly stroking and petting him.

"Uh-Huh.." Jack sniffled into the crook of your neck.

"Good. Do you think you can take a few deep breaths together with me?" Very carefully your other hand went to his cheek.

He had indeed been crying silently, without you noticing because your entire body was sticky, wet and warm with sweat already. For a moment you needed to hold back from scolding yourself for not noticing since self-loathing wouldn't exactly help anybody in this situation.

"I can try." Jack mumbled into the skin of your neck as your thumb softly wiped away the wayward tears trickling down from his lash line.

"Very good.", You smiled a little although your heart felt like it was crumbling in your chest, "Okay, breeeeeeeathe in."

You inhaled deeply and you felt Jack doing the same, his shoulders rising up as his rib cage filled with air.

"And now back out again." Both of you exhaled in unison.

"Very good, babe." You praised him with an honestly proud tone in your voice before you talked him through a couple more deep breaths.

After the last one, Jack appeared content enough to roll himself on his back, off of you with an involuntary yawn rolling over his tongue. At that you opened your eyes back up and turned to the side to look at him. His facial expression told you that there still was something not sitting right with him at all.

"Would you please talk to me about it, babe?" You asked, your hand reaching out to lay flat on his stomach.

You could see the gears in his mind turning, pondering over it as he bit down on his slightly twitching bottom lip.

"It's disgusting… I-I'm disgusting, am I not?"

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Why would you ever be disgusting, Jack?"

Jack took another deep breath steadying himself.

"Me willingly calling you mommy makes me feel like I'm sick in the head or something." He aggressively choked back a pained whimper.

"Hey, there…where is all that coming from now?", You scooted closer to him, pressing your body against his and holding him in a tight embrace "There's nothing, really absolutely nothing wrong with you for doing that. You are not sick in the head, Jack, and you are most certainly no perverse deviant."

You saw how he clenched his jaws together, teeth slowly grinding as he tried to keep himself together and you wished to simply be able to take all of this pent-up pain and shame out of him, but that's not how that worked, was it?

"You…you make me feel safe and it's just…it's-" He stammered but you interrupted him mid-sentence.

"It's okay, Jack, that's what it is."

Holding him impossibly close to you, you pressed a long, loving kiss to his forehead, inhaling his scent.

"There is no need in you shaming yourself, okay, babe? I will never do that, I promise you, and you don't need to do that to yourself."

"But.."

"No, there's no 'but' to that. Not a single one, okay? Listen.", You looked down, right into his eyes that were covered in a watery sheen, "I know how shitty and foul it feels when those thoughts get the better of you. I've been there, too, and it took me years but eventually I realized that sometimes trauma leaves you with things that you are terribly ashamed about. But, Jack, there's nothing, really nothing you need to bash yourself down for when it comes to us, okay?"

Jack nodded slowly, pulling his bottom lip from between his teeth.

"I will love you for as long as you want me to and if you need to you can call me any name in the book. Now come here.."

You leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his before sealing his mouth shut with a longing kiss.

[https-dollnini]

ᴢʙ1 ᴀꜱ ꜱᴀɴʀɪᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

Summary: My thoughts on what sanrio characters zb1 would be based off of their personality

Author Note: Was feeling a little silly and thought this was a good idea (I'm also a fat sanrio fan so this is very self indulgent)

ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴡᴏᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴍɪ

both of them look tough on the outside but are secretly sweet on the inside

defo people that pretend they listen to hard rock and then cry themselves to sleep with a ballad instead

the most misunderstood :(

but that means their also the ones to always include people and would rather die than make someone feel left out

i feel like the reason why i felt like jiwoong and kuromi matched the most in my head is because of how enigmatic and mysterious their personalities are made out to be

but trust that my man is a true softie at heart

ᴢʜᴀɴɢ ʜᴀᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ

do you see how coquette this man is

this paring is literally why i made this whole post

defo see my melody as a kind and gentle person

with hao as mother, everything in my head just clicked

the most calm and collected out of all of zb1, but that's probably just because he's an introvert in a room full of extroverts

also think that they both have such a strong liking for cute and pink things

mans literally said his favorite colour is pink

this pairing can not be any more perfect than it already is

ꜱᴜɴɢ ʜᴀɴʙɪɴ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ

you can not convince me that hanbin isn't main character coded

this is his world and we're just living in it

both of them have so many friends its insane, and are defo more on the talkative side

also feel like both of them are very dramatic

like have you seen this man every single time something mildly suprising happens

hes shocked to the core, on the floor, disgusted, making the weirdest facial expressions known to man

ALSO LOOK AT HOW CUTE BOTH OF THEM ARE

i rest my case

ꜱᴇᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴏᴍᴘᴏᴍᴘᴜʀɪɴ

the embodiment of a puppy

both of them are very playful and energetic in the cutest way possible

like have you seen this mans natural aegyo

they also spread positivity absolutely everywhere they go

like its oozing out of them

i refuse to believe that matthew has ever cried because when you have a smile like that why would you ever do anything other than show it off????

can you tell i like his smile...

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʀᴀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴇᴋᴋʟᴇ

i was seriously debating between whether putting him or yujin as cinnamoroll bcs in my head yujin kinda fit pochacco too

BUT then i remembered that pekkle. is. a. duck!?!?!?

that literally solved all my internal conflict

LOOK AT THEMMMMMMMM

both soft hearted to the core

also a little sassy but i think we expected that

i did a little research and apparently pekkle is really good at singing and dancing

literally so many similarities

matching them together is a canon moment in my life

ꜱʜᴇɴ Qᴜᴀɴʀᴜɪ ᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏᴄᴀᴛ

honestly this is less about personality and more about appearance

chococat being a black cat is so perfect that i had absolutely no choice but to give it to ricky

AND YOU SEE THAT STRAWBERRY PHONE CASE IN THE PICTURE?!?!?

as a strawberry enthusiast i think that ricky would approve

moving on, i think he's a playful and funny character

defo looks cold at first but once you warm up to him you see how he pays attention to the little details

lovelicky fr

ᴋɪᴍ ɢʏᴜᴠɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴋᴇʀᴏᴘᴘɪ

look at this man and tell me he's not keroppi coded

sososososo cheerful and bright

he's literally one of he main mood makers of the group

also very mischievous too

i mean look at him teasing ricky every 3 seconds or annoying yujin with his love

and maybe this is the inner delulu speaking but i also think he actually looks like keroppi?!?!?

someone pls agree with me or ill cry no i really will

ᴘᴀʀᴋ ɢᴜɴᴡᴏᴏᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴜxᴇᴅᴏ ꜱᴀᴍ

ik this is kind of a weird one

but you need to understand the vision

i feel like theyre both HUGE nerds (in the best way possible)

like you know how gunwook always sprouts random facts, or goes into a rant about information that no normal person would know???

yeah. thats what i mean.

i also feel like they're both really laid back people that love to enjoy the moment they're in to the fullest

i will continue pushing this agenda until everyone is brainwashed to agree with me

ʜᴀɴ ʏᴜᴊɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴏʟʟ

we all saw this coming

so baby

thats all i have to say

literally just shy little cuties trying to make their way through life the best they can

once they warm up to you though...

they genuinely can't shut up

will say the weirdest things at the weirdest times for absolutely no reason

but they get a free pass because LOOK AT THEM OML IM GONNA DIE

the way i can see yujin using the excuse "i'm just a boy"

he is, just a shy, cute, menace of a kid

[fluffs-palace]

can I get a summary of the mcs so I know what kind of questions to ask about which ones 👀

(I am so bad at summaries but I'm gonna try lol and now im so late 😖 im sorry this took me foreverrrr)

MC Summaries

Lyari

Generally Lyari's sort of a sleepy version of Asra, his LI. They're rather calm and laid back. He'd rather take life slow and one step at a time.

They're agender and use any pronouns. Anything you can think of she's fine with.

Physically, he's an inch taller than Asra — 5'9". Their hair is a cool tone white in contrast of their partner's warm toned white. Its straighter while having the staple jellyfish cut. Sometime the tendrils are put into braids or bubble braids. She presents more masc in her fashion sense.

She enjoys sewing and carries a pair of shears with her everywhere.

They don't have a familiar yet. (Im honestly undecided but it works perfectly for his character so it sticks around for now lol)

Marsom

He's just a big happy dude. Might be a lil vain of him, but he loves the sound of his own voice. Mars will talk nonstop. His LI, Muriel, can absolutely be as silent as he wants; Marsom will talk more than enough for the both of them. He is also the biggest extrovert you will ever meet. A hugger too. He will give you a crushing bear hug every time you see him.

For his pronouns its just he/him! As for his physical appearance, his height doesn't go unnoticed. Not as tall as his love, but he still stands at a good 6'5". He has a boft build with tan skin and short blond hair. Here's art of him!

Archery is a passion of his. Along with that, he enjoys cooking a lot. Mars loves to drag Muri into the kitchen to cook with him or just cook something for him in general.

His familiar is a menace of a lil raccoon, Voroot. He loveeeeess "stealing" food from Mars. Its not really stealing since his mage will always whip him something up begrudgingly. They have a pretty sassy relationship.

(Possibly my favorite mc out of all them i love him so much)

Osanna

Osanna's a gentle woman. Her voice is soft and kind. Don't let her timid nature fool you, though; she's got a ton of energy. Being a massive bookworm, Osanna loves trying to bring her books to life by taking adventures with her LI, Nadia, wherever she can.

Her design isn't set in stone yet, but she does love pink. She often wears more cottage core themed type clothing. She loves a good maxi skirt that will twirl with her or catch the wind while she rides. She's missing her right leg, half way down her thigh. She does indeed have a prosthetic very technically similar to Lucio's— much prettier though, in her opinion.

Along with her books, she loves the horses at the palace stables. She looks a little silly riding her mount as she's a rather small woman (5'3"). It can only be expected a Clydesdale would seem a little out of place. Nadia always finds it amusing when they bring out the ladder for her.

Lastly, her familiar is a chunky little mouse named Eeka! She has a curly coat and adorably large ears. She's often found snacking on the horses' feed. Oats especially. Her furs a warm soft grey.

Samuel

Quick with dry wit, Samuel's a lovely contrast to his theaterical partner, Julian. To most, he can sound cold or untoward, but those close to him know he's just a little monotoned. His half lidded, sour resting expression doesn't often help that misconception either.

Samuel loves a bright color, especially purple. Paired with a lovely teal and fine copper jewelry is his go to. He can't stand tight clothing, though, except in his midrif. It's weirdly the only place where he feels the need for it. Oh, and shoes! He will never be caught dead in shoes— unless he's in the palace. First impressions, right?

His hair falls at his shoulder blades with a waviness to it. It is absolutely so fluffy. He'll often get random people sticking their hands in it. His eyes are a piercing light blue that compliments his teals wonderfully. Barely hitting Julian's shoulders, he is 5'7". Here's art of him as well!

Ever since getting dragged to Nevivon— don't let his antics fool you, he loved it and begs to back— he loves tinkering with different recipes. Whether it be baking or just plain cooking, he'll gladly give it a shot. Might even imbue it with some magical qualities. Bonus points if he's having to cook while adventuring with Julian. The challenge is the best part!

Samuel has more than one familiar; four actually! All siblings who found themselves at Portia's sanctuary. He's got an affinity for bunnies, so she knew they would be in good hands. It was just lucky there was that knowing click when he laid eyes on them! Their names are Clubs, Art, Spades, and Dia (the only girl).

Seli

Seli's a bit of a wild card. While her personality is decided, I haven't finished Portia route yet. Because of that I'm hesitant to give her a blurb like the other characters listed. I can give you what I have now more informally though!

She was also the only MC I decided to develop with a tarot pull. The cards I pulled, what their associations/questions were, and what I interpreted from them will be in this post! It's a lot to try to fit in this small part dedicated to her.

I don't have a design for her, but I know I want to incorporate warm colors like reds, oranges, and yellows. I honestly keep invisioning something close to Nahara, but I don't want to like rip her design. It's something I still really struggle with.

She has burn scars from before her death! They're in pretty obvious places, so they're still there after the ritual. Some, though, that weren't ever on display miraculously aren't there anymore. The phantom pains still stick around, however.

She has a bearded dragon familiar named Nuru! Little trivia fact for you, Seli's last name, Vega, and her familiar's name, Nuru, are old characters of mine. Nuru and Vega were each from open species when I first learned those were a thing.

Tai

Very big TBD to be honest with you. They're my Valerius mc so I don't have a route to back it up with. Because of that I've been a little slower in their development. I'm hoping the asks could help me fast track that process some :))

The few facts I do have are:

Intersex with they/them pronouns

Segmental acrofacial vitiligo

4'11"

Redish purple eyes and hair like wine

Specializes in gardening and related magicks

Vaura

They're rather bull headed. They know what they want and they will take it. Confidence is definitely not something they lack. While stubborn, they're also very maternal. They have to deal with Lucio after all. Neither of them mind, though. A match made in hell 😌❤️

They're a non-binary person with they/them pronouns. They're often dressed in dark colors, mainly greens and reds, with pops of gold. Lots of gold, actually. Life's short, they want to be fancy while it lasts. Their green hair is usually pulled into an updo with a cresent moon shaped bun on the back of their head. They also have bangs. Their art!

Lucio might whine about it but there's no getting over the fact that they're naturally taller than him at 5'11". Only added to when they're wearing their favorite heeled boots.

A ring of keys jingle on their hip. They don't go to anything but they think they're neat. They have a large collection of really cool keys.

Marion is the name of their familiar. He's a mink with a blondish gold silky coat. He has some vision impairment— he's lost most of his eyesight, but reacts most to light.

[rcsplendent]

🫂 + laurie

🛏 + diego

🎙 + osiris

💄 + romeo

🎒 + max

⭐️ + othello

🔥 + credence

☀️ + yuichi

❤️ + sasha

🕊️ + santi

💧 + aleksei

�� ... how LAURIE WAGNER feels about hugs / physical affection.

laurie LOVES hugs ! they're very affectionate by nature & he tends to express excitement with physical affection, much to his family's chagrin. with romantic partners ( and amin especially ), he wants to have a point of contact with them at all times — keeping their pinkies interlocked across a table, a gentle touch to their elbow as he passes behind them, etc etc. it's like they have a gravity about them & laurie is far too weak to resist it.

🛏 ... what DIEGO DE LA ROSA'S bedroom looks like OR how they sleep.

diego sleeps like a fucking rock. once he's out, he's OUT. he usually sleeps on his back in a sort of starfish-like pose, with vero wrapped around him like an octopus on a piece of driftwood. his bedroom at home is quite tidy, all dark hardwood & mismatched cozy furniture, & he has a very careful way about taking care of his spaces ( spending so much time at sea in such tiny quarters means he cares very much about his spaces being clean & neat ). he's the kind of person to make his bed military-style, corners tucked and all that. 

🎙 ... OSIRIS QĀJĀR'S voice.

osiris's voice is very soft & tends to tremble a bit, as his body is quite weak. however, there is a calmness to the tremor, like a storm brewing, that makes him very intimidating. he has a bit of an egyptian accent due to growing up there. it's basically identical to rami's performance in no time to die ( click for example ! )

💄 ... how ROMEO PAZZI makes themselves look nice, if they do.

romeo cares a lot about his appearance, so much so that he can come off quite vain most of the time. he dresses very well & is frequently wearing a lot of jewelry. it's a sort of subtle obsessiveness with displaying wealth that he inherited from his father. you'd never know it if you had only seen him in public, but he has quite the mop of curls for hair. he spends about an hour each morning taming his curls into an acceptable state. however, on days where he can't be assed, he might pull it back with a fabric headband, or if it's gotten long enough, into a bun.

🎒 ... what MAX BOURBON carries with them on an everyday basis.

max doesn't usually have a whole lot with him. he kind of just fucks around & finds out every day. however, you might be able to find him carrying a book out to the gardens to read in the afternoons. or, if he's headed to train for a race, he's probably got a big bag with him with all his gear in it.

⭐️ ... any superstitions OTHELLO HASSINGER may have.

ott isn't very superstitious, but he does think the universe is actively trying to kill him, so he can be a bit of a paranoiac sometimes. avoiding situations that are even slightly risky, taking completely normal things as bad omens, things like that. also, he's catholic.

🔥 ... what CREDENCE WINDSOR is like when they're really angry.

credence effectively throws a temper tantrum whenever he's genuinely angry — throwing things and the like. he was a wall puncher as a teenager ( and probably now, honestly ). lots of yelling, lots of telling people to ' leave him the fuck alone. ' very destructive.

☀️ ... what YUICHI YAMOTO is like when they're happy.

yuichi is rarely happy these days, but when he's contented or satisfied ( which is more common ), you might be able to find him doing tai chi or smoking a cigar somewhere by himself. on the rare occasions where he is truly happy, though, he's got a pretty cute smile.

❤️ ... SASHA LUKIN'S love languages ( giving or receiving ).

sasha is so bad at both that it's kind of hard to pin down a concrete love language for either one. however, being the lil raccoon that he is, you might be able to classify him as a gift giver — if he has some reason to show someone he appreciates them ( or if he has something to apologize for ), he'll snatch something he thinks the person might like and give it to them with a lopsided smile. as for receiving ... i have a headcanon that he's quite touch starved & has a hard time accepting physical affection — he'll act disgusted by it & shove the intruder away. however ... baby boy actually really wouldn't mind a hug, from the right person, at the right time & place.

🕊 ... how SANTIAGO SILVA feels about marriage.

santi is technically still married to the wife he left behind. he still wears his wedding ring, but stubbornly does not talk about it whenever somebody dares to ask. he doesn't exactly consider himself married, but he wouldn't say he's available either. he has never loved another person & probably wouldn't be able to.

💧 ... what ALEKSEI MARKOV is like when they're sad.

aleksei is oftentimes mistaken by strangers as being a melancholy sort of person, but in reality, he's actually numb most of the time. when he comes back to himself, it's usually very sudden & overwhelming, & he's quickly overtaken by tidal waves of emotion. more often than not, this shocks him back into a dissociative state, but when he's able to endure it and remain present, the sadness tends to feel like drowning. he's usually bedridden from it & loses his appetite, as well as any and all will to do anything but rot in bed. it's not until he goes numb that he can drag himself into acting like a human again.

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 555

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 120: WORKING ORDER 15

Joh 15:26 And when the Comforter has come, whom I will send to you from the Father, THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH WHO PROCEEDS FROM THE FATHER, He shall testify of Me. MKJV

THE HOLY GHOST IS WORKING 4 - HIS PRECISION 2

Relating with the last lesson, we were considering how precise the Holy Ghost can be if He’s characterized by wind and water. Is the Spirit under control when “released”?

Act 2:2-3 SUDDENLY THEY HEARD THE SOUND OF A VIOLENT BLAST OF WIND RUSHING INTO THE HOUSE FROM OUT OF THE HEAVENLY REALM. THE ROAR OF THE WIND WAS SO OVERPOWERING IT WAS ALL ANYONE COULD BEAR! Then all at once a pillar of fire appeared before their eyes. It separated into tongues of fire that engulfed each one of them. TPT

Notice the order of “debut” entrance of the Spirit: It was sudden, violent, Loud, rushing, terrifying and overbearing. But as sudden as it appeared, it became very orderly, gentle and direct, split into simple fire-tongues and resting on [only] the 120 individuals present in the room.

It went nowhere else and was not even heard by anyone aside from those in that room.

Act 2:6-7 When this sound occurred, a crowd gathered and was in confusion, because EACH ONE HEARD THEM SPEAKING IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE. Completely baffled, they said, “Aren’t all these who are speaking Galileans? NET

The Holy Spirit ensured that each of the 120 that gathered, spoke the specific languages of those present at the Temple area then, just because of the purpose of the [New] Gospel.

We remember again the Spirit’s entrance unto Elijah on Mount Horeb, right?

1Ki 19:12 After the earthquake there was a fire—but the LORD was not in the fire. AND AFTER THE FIRE THERE WAS THE SOFT WHISPER OF A VOICE. GNB

After all the drama of fire, Earthquake and rock-splitting wind, the Holy Spirit came down to a small calm voice, clear enough for Elijah to hear and understand.

No Christian should ever live in confusion, with the sense that he has no correspondence from God; Honestly!

Isa 30:2 If you wander from the right path, either to the right or to the left, YOU WILL HEAR A VOICE BEHIND YOU SAYING, "YOU SHOULD GO THIS WAY. HERE IS THE RIGHT WAY." ERV

No one should ever miss his own words or instructions from the Spirit. It will come to you and locate you with clear, unmistakable and definite outlines. You will know what you hear.

Zec 4:6 THIS IS THE WORD OF THE LORD TO ZERUBBABEL, saying, Not by force or by power, BUT BY MY SPIRIT, says the Lord of armies. BBE

Even in Judgment, if God gave specific instructions, the Holy Spirit could cover a whole city with the Tornado, yet spare a single house right at the centre of the city.

There was a story of a pagan woman who saw the Tsunami, ran into a small church and cried to God for mercy, even while the storm advanced towards her.

Well it passed and did her no harm.

Exo 9:25-26 And the hail struck throughout all the land of Egypt all that was in the field, both man and beast. And the hail struck every herb of the field, and broke every tree of the field. ONLY IN THE LAND OF GOSHEN, WHERE THE SONS OF ISRAEL WERE, WAS THERE NO HAIL. MKJV

This is the kind of assurance that Children of God should have where there is war, dearth or epidemics. The Holy Spirit will single out God’s favorite children and spare them.

Exo 12:12-13 That same night I will pass through Egypt and kill the first-born son in every family and the first-born male of all animals. I am the LORD, and I will punish the gods of Egypt. The blood on the houses will show me where you live, and when I see the blood, I will pass over you. Then you won't be bothered by the terrible disasters I will bring on Egypt. CEV

Notice however, that when it was plagues, there was no need for a “marking”, but now in the Judgment of Death, Blood marking is required to secure and set us apart from the violence of the Spirit.

The Precision in the dealings of the Spirit requires that you are a man on Assignment, Anointed, Favoured, Righteously Devoted and in his Time of Fulfillment.

Eze 14:19-20 "Suppose I send a plague into that country or pour out my fury on it by killing people and destroying animals. As I live, declares the Almighty LORD, NOT EVEN NOAH, DANIEL, AND JOB COULD, BY THEIR RIGHTEOUSNESS, RESCUE THEIR SONS OR DAUGHTERS. THEY COULD RESCUE ONLY THEMSELVES. GW

Be a man directed, guided and inspired by the Holy Ghost, and you’d be kept on the path of Righteousness, where there is no harm but definite favour for you, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Friday, as we proceed with this interesting Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

bored and don’t feel like writing so here’s a list of which bllk boys i think characters from my various fics would end up with and why 👍 (inspired by one of my mutuals mentioning a crossover between bllk and one of my aot fics hehe). this is such a silly unserious post pls don’t take it to heart HAHA

pomegranate ink:

y/n would probably go for yukimiya!! considering her relationship with yuta, she prefers a guy who is talented and can hold his own, but is also gentle and soft for the most part. out of everyone in bllk i think yuki fits the bill best so i would say him.

tullia would end up with isagi!! she mentions that her type is someone kind, patient, and calm, with a sense of humor and skill at their chosen profession. if we ignore isagi’s on-field shenanigans he mostly hits every point!! i was between him and nagi for her but idk how kind and patient nagi is exactly JDSKDJJZ i think pomegranate ink tullia would stress him out so we’re going to go w isagi here

elakshi pulls up in the fic for a chapter or two, leaves, gets with a clan heir, and then flees the country with said clan heir during the final battle. truly there is no one more suitable for her than loki!! they can make random guest appearances together #couplegoals

hurricanes / hummingbirds:

it’s super hard to imagine past y/n with anyone besides kashimo, but i think if there’s any bllk boy who can match her and kashimo’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴, it’s kaiser!! he’s got a traumatic backstory (like kashimo), thinks hurting other people is the same as loving them (like kashimo), is one of the most talented in his generation (like kashimo), doesn’t understand emotions well (like kashimo), and is a surprisingly poetic asshole (like kashimo). so i guess kaiser it is!!

present y/n doesn’t explicitly like anyone, but out of all of the guys she interacts with (besides kashimo), nanami is the closest to being her love interest (he would’ve been if she didn’t have the hummingbird’s blessing), so if we’re looking at a bllk man for her, the only choice is everyone’s favorite emotionally repressed blond king, noel noa!! not my type personally, but to each their own. he would teach her how to do her eyeliner better than even naoya zenin, which fixes something deep within her that has been broken since she realized the worst man she knows has cunty makeup. how sweet!!

a song for the drowned/in chase of a mourning dove:

principessa y/n is a bit basic i am afraid…one thing abt her she WILL go for the dark haired blue eyed sassy emo combo every time!! rin itoshi is the obvious option (as long as he guards her well and is willing to risk his life to be with her, ofc). he’d be a little more irreverent than megumi, but considering principessa y/n loved megumi’s rude ass moments she probably would enjoy that.

lady tullia would like isagi at first (much like how she liked yuta) but she would eventually end up with hiori (how she would’ve ended up with inumaki). hiori has that sweetness but also a bit of a sharp tongue, and he seems like he’d be politically savvy, so i can see this working out well

asftd/icoamd elakshi is lesbian so she’s not getting w any of these losers 🔥 ig anri is the only choice by process of elimination 😭

ship in the harbor:

well. okay so this y/n is a very special girl 💖 iykyk…i think she would probably go for karasu (NOT biased)!! he has a vibe of competency and stability that she would really appreciate, and he’s the perfect blend of friedrich and hadrian in that he’s an asshole and would have no qualms abt calling her out when needed/responding to her sarcasm with his own, but he’s also very mature and good at reading people, so he wouldn’t push her too far or anything. i think he, a supportive man without any traces of ptsd or codependency, would be a breath of fresh air for her and exactly what she needs after everything she’s been through

not romantically, but i can see friedrich and colt liking chigiri!! and honestly they (esp friedrich) would find bachira funny so he’d be part of the crew too. definitely a lethal combo overall!!

endure:

endure y/n is childhood-best-friend-sexual so being realistic she’d just marry whichever one she knew since she was a kid HAHAH. jokes aside she did have a crush on reiner so i think in a non life or death situation she would like kunigami!! he would make her feel very safe and protected, and he’d probably enjoy taking care of her, so they’d have a good relationship

tullia ral only ever dated/liked jean, so if she were to be paired w a bllk boy, it would be reo — a good leader who’s more talented than believes, has self confidence issues that he hides w cockiness, and is handsome/a people person. much like jean!! except reo would’ve been able to buy that candy for her from trost and he wouldn’t even have had to dress up like a clown to do it so this is actually an upgrade on her part

[badmuni]

↝ yang jungwon a to z analysis : SFW (!)

A : affection — very affectionate, but not necessarily physical. he's affectionate the most with the way he talks and treats his partner.

B : best friend — as a best friend jungwon is very considerate and easy going. he likes to keep his friends close and not lose contact with them, so he's always present in their lives.

C : cuddles — he likes to cuddle. he would initiate it sometimes but he prefers his partner to do it. usually when the weather is calm and there's nothing bothering around, he would jump over his partner and never let them go.

D : domestic — he's clean, but honestly, he just do the basic. he doesn't like disorganization but also he's not crazy over it.

E : ending — he wouldn't handle a break up very well because his emotionally side would be very affected if he and his partner were no longer together. he would overthink a lot his actions and took a time to get over it.

F : fiance(e) — he has some expectations about commitment. he thinks about marriage and have that as a goal, but there's no way he's hasty about it.

G : gentle — he's very gentle and nurturing. he pays attention to his partner feelings and wants them to rely on him.

H : hugs — he do it often, he doesn't care give hugs in public too as long as it's not exaggerated. his hugs are warm and comforting, he usually hugs his partner when he's feeling happy so then he can load them with his happiness.

I : i love you — give him one month. i think one month (or maybe two?) of dating would be enough for him. he would say it often though...

J : jealousy — he get jealous easily but he manages it well. you can notice by his body language his jealousy, but he wouldn't confront his partner or someone else about anything unless he feels it's necessary.

K : kisses — he likes to kiss his partner on their cheeks or neck, usually where they have tickles the most so he do it in a way to tease them.

L : little ones — so apparently he likes kids and he's very good with them because of his soft yet energetic energy.

M : morning — mornings with him are calm, he's not very talkative at this time. it takes a while for him to get out of bed since he likes to be close to his partner.

N : night — at night he's the most energetic. he can stay up until dawn, doing anything just to enjoy his partner company.

O : open — it takes a while for him to open up. he is protective of his own feelings and he is more used to listening people than talking about him. he starts reveling things about him slowly with time.

P : patience — he's very much patient but there are specific things that makes him angry so you never know.

Q : quizzes — he almost never forgets about things. he is very good at remembering details, be it moments or facts. he would know his partner very well; their taste, their favorite things, their little stories.

R : remember — his favorite moment was when he felt needed by his partner, when they looked up for him. he loves to feel like this, necessary.

S : security — he's very protective of his partner. he likes to guide them and he wouldn't let anyone say something bad to them.

T : try — he doesn't plan the dates since he likes it to be spontaneous. i think he would spoil his person a lot though, giving them gifts and paying for things.

U : ugly — he has this bad habit where he sounds authoritative sometimes, or kinda selfish with his point of view.

V : vanity — he's confident about himself and likes to look pretty. he puts effort on his appearance but he likes to make it look like he doesn't care.

W : whole — he feels kind of anxious when his partner is not around.

X : xtra — he texts his partner when wakes up and before sleep because they're on his mind since the start of day until the end.

Y : yuck — he doesn't like when his partner is being too reckless or precipitate over things.

Z : zzz — he sleeps quietly, not moving too much. loud noises can wake him up easily.

# masterlist

a/n: so yk, i'm trying write new things, and i gotta be honest, this one was so fun to do ! i'm happy about it. hope you like it too 😳

[crossbowking]

More Than Anything (Part 1)

Summary: (Set mid-season 6) The reader's feelings towards the archer evolve, but a supply run that goes south threatens to destroy it all.

Request: "I'd love to see something w protective Daryl and some angst, maybe set at the start of their time in Alexandria w an established relationship?" - @pulplorrd

A/N: Thank you all for the love regarding "Honey & Whiskey" - I loved writing that story, but I'm also super happy to finally be able to move onto something else! I very rarely write established Daryl x Reader stories, so this one was super fun to do!

This is part 1/2.

Happy reading!

xx Jess

Masterlist

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Sunlight trickled in through the open window, a gentle breeze rousing you from an otherwise undisturbed sleep.

Cracking an eye open, you squinted against the sun rays streaming over your features as a soft sigh escaped past your lips. Burying your face into your pillow, you extended an arm out across the mattress, your brow furrowing when you felt an empty space beside you. Pushing up onto your elbow, you rubbed your eye with the heel of your palm before glancing over at the vacant spot.

“D?” you murmured softly, voice still thick with sleep. You cleared your throat, twisting onto your side as you surveyed the rest of the bedroom. “Daryl?” you called out once more, feeling a familiar pinprick of worry when no response followed.

You flipped onto your back with a huff, taking a moment to stretch out your tired muscles before untangling yourself from the sheets and climbing out of bed. Fighting back a yawn, you padded across the floor and out into the hallway, listening for movement. When you heard a sudden clatter, followed by a rasped cuss, the corner of your mouth quirked up.

You made your way towards the noise, feeling some of the tightness in your chest fade with each step you drew near.

The end of the hallway led to a small, yet quaint, kitchen. When you reached the entryway, you faltered, observing the scene before you — Daryl was crouched down, one hand wielding a frying pan, the other scooping up a small mound of partially cooked eggs from off the floor and tossing them back into the skillet.

You stifled back the laugh building up inside you. “Hi,” you remarked, making your arrival known.

The archer’s gaze snapped up to meet yours, a flash of what looked like embarrassment flitting over his features before he ducked his head back down, effectively concealing his face with his hair. “Mornin’,” he rumbled, quickly wiping up the rest of the egg residue with the sleeve of his shirt.

A small smile pulled at your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the doorway. “Whatcha doin’?” you singsonged playfully, eyebrows raised.

Daryl’s brow furrowed as he stood, staring down defeatedly at the frying pan in his grip. “Cookin’,” he finally sighed, shrugging a shoulder up.

“I see that,” you laughed softly, crossing the length of the kitchen as the archer placed the skillet back onto the stovetop. “Smells good,” you remarked, coming to stand at his side.

“Dropped the —” Daryl spat out another curse as he attempted to scrape the burnt egg bits off the bottom of the pan. “— the damn — the damn thing,” he growled exasperatedly, waving at the pan with the spatula he held.

“It’s okay,” you reassured. “No one expects you to be Gordon Ramsey,” you teased, thoroughly amused.

But the reference seemed to go right over Daryl’s head as he turned to give you a confused look.

Your brow furrowed. “You know…Gordon Ramsey,” you reiterated pointedly.

“Huh?” the archer grunted, clearly at a loss.

“Oh, come on, you don’t — you’ve never heard of Gordon Ramsey?” you asked incredulously. “You know, Gordon Ramsey! The mean British chef!”

Daryl scrunched his nose up before shaking his head. “Ain’t never heard a’ that,” he rumbled, focusing back on the frying pan.

“Wow,” you murmured in disbelief. “That is so…so devastating,” you sighed, mockingly dramatic.

The archer snorted a laugh, the sound eliciting a rush of warmth through you. “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, gently nudging you with his elbow.

You grinned cheekily, leaning over and resting your head against the curve of Daryl’s shoulder. He froze for a moment, old habits reappearing briefly before he relaxed beneath you and continued stirring the eggs.

An overwhelming sense of calm rushed over you, a feeling only the archer ever seemed to evoke. You closed your eyes, breathing in the comfort he so effortlessly exuded — and it wasn’t in anything he said or anything he did, it was just purely and wholeheartedly who he was. He was grounded, he was stable, he was here.

You’d missed this — you’d missed him.

The past month hadn’t been the easiest — Alexandria was still recovering from the destruction the dead had caused — but things were beginning to look up. The hundreds of slain walkers had finally been removed from within the community, Carl was recovering from his gunshot wound, and the wall that’d been destroyed was almost entirely rebuilt. There was a sense of hope, of purpose, in the air — your people had stared death in the face and prevailed.

But supplies were beginning to wear thin.

Most were hesitant to venture outside the walls, to leave the sanctuary that was Alexandria, and honestly, you didn’t blame them for that — especially after the attack brought on by the Wolves. You’d seen what other horrors existed outside those walls — hell, you’d lived through it. There was a big, bad, scary world just behind the scraps of steel and metal welded together surrounding the community — there was the dead, the undead, and the living.

The latter was most terrifying.

Still, there were mouths to feed, injuries to tend to, and somebody would have to leave eventually. It wasn’t much of a surprise when Daryl volunteered himself — that was just the kind of man he was. Aaron had decided to join him, determined to continue his search for any other lost souls seeking asylum.

But the supply run had taken longer than expected.

They’d only planned to be gone for three days — but after the fourth, fifth, sixth day that rolled by without any sign of return, you were nearly beside yourself with worry. It wasn’t that you thought they couldn’t handle themselves out there, you just wanted them home — you wanted him home. The tightness in your chest expanded with each day that passed, unease gnawing at your insides, fear settling like an anchor in the pit of your stomach.

Then just yesterday — day seven — right before sunset, Daryl and Aaron had come marching through the front gate. Apparently, their intended route had been cut off by a horde, which led to some rerouting, which resulted in an empty gas tank, which forced them to abandon their car, which meant walking the near-fifty miles back home.

“I was so worried,” you suddenly murmured, drawing yourself back to the present as you lifted your head off Daryl’s shoulder and glanced up at him.

The archer’s eyes flashed towards you for just a brief second before focusing downward, turning off the stovetop, and pulling the frying pan off the heat. “I came back,” he finally rasped after a long pause.

“Yeah,” you sounded, nodding your head absently, his words not making you feel all that better.

Daryl caught your gaze once more before he reached out and placed his hand against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “C’mon, let’s eat,” he rumbled, pulling away a moment later.

You made a soft noise in protest, savoring the rare show of affection and earning an amused eye roll from the archer as he turned away — though you noticed the tips of his ears redden in the slightest.

When you’d first arrived at Alexandria, Deanna had provided two houses to be split amongst your entire group. As time went on and the safe haven had proven to be just that, slowly but surely, everyone began branching out and finding their own homes to settle into. Part of you had reservations about moving into one of the empty brownstone apartments, just you and Daryl, but things had been going well between you — really well, actually.

You settled atop one of the stools lining the small island in the middle of the kitchen, resting your elbows against the smooth marble countertop as you watched Daryl move about. He grabbed a plate from the cupboard, along with a fork from the utensil drawer before swinging around and sliding the items towards you. It was almost eerie how natural things felt in that moment — like a glimpse of what life might’ve looked like had the world not ended and the dead had stayed dead.

The archer grabbed the frying pan, turning towards you once more before using the spatula to dish out a hearty helping of eggs onto your plate. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the look of intense concentration masking his features — as though diffusing a bomb and not simply serving breakfast.

Daryl glanced up at you from beneath his hair, doing a quick double-take. “What?” he grunted defensively, appearing increasingly self-conscious all of the sudden.

“Nothing,” you quickly shook your head, letting out a soft laugh and picking up the utensil. “Thank you,” you grinned, gathering up a forkful of eggs.

“Mhm,” he grumbled in response, drumming his fingers against the counter as he carefully watched for your reaction, his nervousness evident — and incredibly endearing.

You took a big bite, humming a noise of satisfaction soon after. “Mmm,” you sounded around the mouthful of food before swallowing. “Chef Dixon,” you remarked cheekily.

Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah right,” he rasped sarcastically, though you watched him visibly relax. He remained standing opposite of you, opting out from using a plate and eating the remaining eggs straight from the frying pan instead, scooping up a handful with his fingertips and shoveling them into his mouth.

A comfortable silence settled over the kitchen as the pair of you continued eating, sneaking glances at one another while the other wasn’t looking. You couldn’t help yourself — he was just so damn captivating. Even standing before you, devouring a panful of eggs with his bare hands like some kind of wild animal, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip-flop.

You’d never felt this way about anyone in your entire life — even before the end. But now…well, now you’d live this terrifying life a thousand times over if it meant finding him.

The sudden realization of what exactly you were feeling hit you hard, catching you off guard and causing you to choke on the mouthful of eggs you were chewing. Daryl’s head snapped up as you abruptly coughed, covering your mouth as your eyes began to water.

The archer was at your side a moment later. “Hey, ya alright?” he rumbled, gently patting his hand against your back.

You quickly nodded, attempting to wave him off as your cheeks tinged with embarrassment. “Yeah — yeah, no, I’m —” you coughed once more, the eggs finally dislodging from your throat. “I’m — I’m good,” you managed weakly, wiping at your eyes. “Jesus,” you wheezed as a sheepish laugh slipped past your lips, your coughs finally dying down.

“Ya sure?” Daryl pressed as he pulled his hand away from your back and rested it on top of your shoulder instead.

“No, no, yeah, no, I’m fine,” you quickly brushed him off. “Just went down the wrong pipe,” you lied, hoping your excuse sounded convincing enough as the feeling of vulnerability threatened to consume you.

If the archer was suspicious, he kept his expression neutral. He nodded once before softly squeezing your shoulder and pulling away — though he lingered nearby instead of moving back to where he’d originally stood.

“Anyways,” you pushed forward, clearing your throat, desperately wanting to ignore the revelation you’d had. “We, uh — we almost finished rebuilding the wall while you guys were gone. Rick’s got a crew working on dismantling the old one, too.”

Daryl watched your expression for a second longer than necessary, like he knew something was up but wasn’t exactly sure what. But after a moment, he relented. “Saw it on the way in las’ night,” he murmured, leaning down and resting his forearms against the edge of the counter. “Looks pretty solid.”

You nodded, huffing a breath. “Abraham’s leading the team — I’m pretty sure you couldn’t drive a tank through that wall.”

The archer scoffed. “Damn right,” he rasped before lowering his gaze, wringing his hands together atop the counter.

You studied his demeanor, feeling a pinprick of unease. “What is it?”

Daryl glanced up, flicking his hair away from his eyes with a quick jerk of the head. “M’, uh — m’ headin’ out again today,” he finally confessed, standing up straight.

You tried to keep your expression indifferent despite your stomach dropping. “Oh,” you voiced dishearteningly. “But — but you just got back,” you pointed out softly, hoping you didn’t sound as disappointed as you felt.

“I know,” he said, staring down at the counter, avoiding your gaze. “Jus’ a day trip, is all — Tara heard ‘bout a motel strip, maybe fifteen miles from here. Shouldn’t take more than a couple a’ hours. We’ll be in an’ out.”

You nodded slowly, pushing around the leftover eggs on your plate with your fork. “Alright,” you straightened up on your stool. “Well, I’ll come —”

Daryl started shaking his head before you could even finish your sentence, his eyes meeting yours. “Y/N —”

“Come on, Daryl,” you interjected, already figuring his response, swiveling in your seat to face him head-on. “I’m losing my mind here, okay? I’ve gotta get back out there and — and actually do something for this place.”

“Ya do enough already,” he shot back vehemently.

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes as you slid off the stool. “And besides, we’ll cover more ground faster if there’s three of us versus two,” you continued brusquely, gathering all the stray dishes on the counter.

“That ain’t the damn point,” Daryl growled, following you towards the kitchen sink.

“Yeah, and it's also not your decision," you finally snapped.

When the archer didn’t respond, stiffening beside you instead, a wave of guilt washed over you.

Exhaling a heavy breath, you gently set the dishes down in the sink before turning to face him. “Look, I get it,” you murmured softly. “I get it, D. But I can’t just hide out here for the rest of my life,” you explained. “Especially when you’re the one risking yours.”

Some of the fire in Daryl’s gaze diminished, replaced with a heaviness that wasn’t there before as his shoulders drooped.

You felt something tug at your heart as you stepped forward, reaching towards him and brushing away the hair that fell over his face. “I just got you back,” you whispered. “And I’m not ready to let go of that yet.”

When another long moment passed without a response, you were almost certain Daryl was going to object once more — but then, despite the tension in his features, his eyes softened.

“Alright,” he finally rumbled, the word seemingly caught in his throat — as though it physically pained him to say it.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Alright,” you reiterated with a resolute nod.

Daryl sighed, shaking his head as he nudged you forward. “Well, go on an’ get some shit together before I change my mind,” he grunted.

You quickly straightened, imitating a soldier’s stance. “Yes, Chef,” you saluted the archer, breaking the tension.

Daryl narrowed his eyes, shooting you an unamused look. “Shut it,” he rasped — though you noticed his lips twitch up a moment later as he turned on the kitchen sink, picking up one of the dirty dishes.

You stood up on your toes, pressing a soft kiss against the archer’s cheek, the skin where your lips touched tinging pink soon after. “Just give me two minutes,” you said, squeezing his arm as you brushed by him.

Daryl cleared his throat gruffly, caught off guard by the gesture. “M’ countin’!” he called after you.

“Yeah, yeah!” you shouted back, allowing the warmth that filled your chest to carry you the rest of the way down the hall.

Within the hour, you were on the road.

A cool rush of air swept through the passenger side window as you tilted your head back against the headrest and closed your eyes, basking in the sun's gentle rays. The wind danced amongst strands of your tousled hair before settling them back down against your features. Tucking away the freed wisps behind your ears, you opened your eyes, studying the scenery flashing by.

Rows and rows and towering trees lined either side of the long and winding road you found yourself on, a seemingly endless forest just behind it. The car hummed beneath you, passing by long-since abandoned vehicles and scattered debris, continuing to barrel down an otherwise empty highway.

It was strange — there was something somewhat comforting, something sort of nostalgic about being back on the road. Like a glimpse into another lifetime.

“— and I swear, this dude was like, six feet tall. He was one of those, you know, typical chauvinistic pricks, thinking every woman he meets at a bar wants to have sex with him,” Tara’s voice rang from the backseat, drawing you from your reverie. “But you should’ve seen the look on his face when I knocked him on his ass — priceless,” she jeered, an air of pride in her tone.

You shifted in the passenger seat, the corner of your mouth quirking up as you looked back at her. “So, is that when you realized you wanted to join the police academy?” you asked curiously.

“No,” Tara shook her head, a smirk toying at her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back. “That’s when I realized I like women.”

A laugh bubbled out of you at her response, Tara’s smile simply widening as she shrugged unabashedly, picking up the map splayed out across her lap. As your laughter died down, you started turning to face forward — though you’d only made it halfway when Daryl caught your eye.

The archer sat in the driver’s seat, one hand resting casually on top of the steering wheel, the other propped up against the door. His window was rolled down, the breeze from outside stirring the hair that hung just above his eyes. But what grabbed your attention were his eyes, glinting ocean blue as he glanced over at you, the corner of his mouth faintly lifting.

God, the way he looked at you…

You fought back a smile as you faced forward, wondering what you could’ve possibly done in your life to deserve to be looked at like that. The feeling you’d shoved away earlier at breakfast came rushing back, setting your senses ablaze as you worked on controlling your thrumming pulse.

You loved him.

A heaviness grew in the pit of your stomach as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Fuck.

“Here’s the turn,” Tara’s voice interrupted your spiraling thoughts.

The motel came into view, set back behind a mass of trees, partially hidden from the main road. The car jostled side to side as Daryl drove it down the gravel driveway, leading to the complex. There was a handful of abandoned cars parked sporadically throughout the small parking lot, some trash and debris littering the area, and four lone walkers ambling aimlessly.

Daryl pulled the car off to the side, parking it near the trees and out of sight from the main road, the engine drawing the dead’s attention. “I got ‘em,” he rasped, unsheathing his hunting knife and sliding out of the car in one swift motion.

Your lip quirked up as you watched him dispose of the dead, as quickly and effortlessly as breathing — he’d been made for this world, you were sure of it.

“You coming?” Tara’s voice broke through your thoughts once more, the hint of a mischievous smile ghosting over her features — she’d clearly been watching you ogle at the archer.

You felt your cheeks flush at the scrutiny. “Mhm, yep,” you nodded quickly, shaking away the embarrassment and climbing out of the car.

Daryl crossed back towards you, wiping the walker blood from the blade of his knife onto his jeans and flicking the hair from his face.

“Show-off,” Tara smirked, adjusting the straps of her backpack as she passed him, heading towards the stretch of rooms just ahead.

The archer simply scoffed a breath, rolling his eyes, though you spotted the hint of amusement in his gaze as he waited for you to catch up.

“It’s so weird seeing you without your crossbow,” you remarked, nearing a moment later.

Daryl grunted a breath, swiveling around and falling in step beside you, neither of your momentum’s faltering. “Jus’ wait ’til I find that asshole,” he grumbled, recalling the man he’d met in the woods all those days ago.

“We’ll get you a new one someday,” you smiled, unsheathing your own knife as you approached the motel. “Or you could use the RPG and blow more shit up.”

Daryl snorted a laugh.

“So, how do we wanna do this?” Tara called from up ahead, pausing in front of the center of the strip.

“Room by room?” you suggested, stopping at her side. “One of us can stay on watch, maybe check these other cars for supplies?”

“I got it,” Daryl offered with a nod, re-holstering his gun. “I’ll see if I can get any a’ these guys up an’ runnin’, bring ‘em back home.”

“There’s also an empty gas canister in the trunk,” Tara motioned towards their car. “Salvage what you can,” she shrugged before turning on her heel and heading towards the first room.

You moved to follow, only stopping when Daryl reached out and grabbed your wrist. You turned, spotting the worry in his gaze he tried to hide. “Ya be careful, ya hear me?” he rasped, sliding his grip down and squeezing your hand softly.

“I will,” you nodded, squeezing back, feeling your heartbeat pick up a fraction.

God, you loved him.

The three of you moved quietly and efficiently — you and Tara swept through each room, working your way down the entire motel strip while Daryl picked through the parking lot. The building had been left practically untouched — and besides the supplies you’d managed to scavenge from the motel itself, you’d even found luggage and suitcases left behind by guests who’d apparently vacated in a hurry.

By the time you'd made it halfway down the strip, the packs you brought had been filled to the brim.

“Holy shit-balls, this place is a goldmine,” Tara huffed, tossing her backpack down beside yours in the trunk of your car.

You let out a laugh in disbelief. “I can’t believe it,” you shook your head before scanning the parking lot for Daryl — you spotted him hunched over the hood of a car, his hands buried in the engine, tinkering around. “We should use some of the suitcases we found for the rest of the stuff,” you continued, focusing back on Tara.

“Cool beans,” she shot you a thumbs-up before motioning towards the center of the strip. “Wanna check out the front office before we hit the other half?”

“Sure,” you nodded, slamming the truck shut and falling in step with her as the two of you headed back towards the motel.

When you felt someone watching, you glanced over your shoulder, catching Daryl’s eye — his furrowed brow softened, the corner of his mouth twitching as you sent him a wink and turned back around.

God damn it, you loved him.

Dividing either side of the motel strip was the front office, built just beyond a large swimming pool. There was a tarp draped across the pool, covering most of the swampy green water, though debris floated around the murky edges. Your nose scrunched up as you passed, a funky smell wafting from the mucky water.

“Gross,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself before you glanced over at Tara. “So, you and Denise, huh?” you asked curiously, waggling your eyebrows.

Tara huffed a breath, but you didn’t miss the blush creeping over her cheeks. “I could say the same about you and Dixon,” she shot back, fighting off a smirk.

You rolled your eyes despite the laugh that bubbled out of you. “Oh, come on —”

The rest of your sentence died away, falling from your lips when a sudden growl sounded, breaking the otherwise silent air. You stopped short, Tara halting just beside you. Your breath caught in your throat as you strained your ears, listening for where the noise had come from.

Sure enough, a moment later, a lone walker stumbled into view, coming out from behind the front office.

You let out the breath you’d been holding, feeling Tara do the same. “Hang on, I got it,” you motioned for her to stay put as you jogged ahead, pulling your knife from the holster around your waist. You braced your arm against the biter’s throat, plunging the blade of your knife into its skull in one, swift motion before it dropped at your feet.

But just before you turned to head back, you heard it again — snarling.

Except for this time, it wasn’t just one.

Your stomach dropped as a small herd, about a dozen dead ones, suddenly rounded the corner behind the office, their sights set on you.

“Oh fuck,” you swore, stumbling backward, vaguely aware of Tara yelling your name. But when you spun around, you realized that she too was no longer alone. “Look out!” you shouted, motioning to the two additional walkers quickly approaching from behind her.

As she turned away from you, fighting off the dead that’d snuck up on her, you took off into a sprint, putting some distance between you and the horde.

Tara stabbed her knife into the temple of the first, though the second was on her just as soon. It gripped its fingers around her forearm, pulling her flesh closer and closer towards its snapping jaw…

Just before it could sink its teeth into her skin, you managed to grab it, twisting a fistful of its hair around your fingers and yanking its head backward. You drove your blade through its decaying forehead, stilling it instantly.

But as its grasp slipped away from around Tara’s arm, the walker’s deadweight, in turn, collapsed against you.

You lost your footing and fell backward.

Except the solidity of concrete never rushed up to meet you.

Instead, you were embraced by water, the tarp that’d laid across the motel pool coiling around your body as you sunk deeper and deeper into nothingness.

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[anenbylittlepotato]

The Bros + side dateables (minus Luke) React to You Hugging them while looking sad

You go to this character, preferably in private, and quietly hug them, burying your face in his shoulder or chest, looking a little sad.

Lucifer

His eyes widen slightly as he looks down at you.

He's a little shook because he's not used to people touching him out of the blue like this.

Relaxes rather quickly and hugs back. At first, he's smirking at you a bit until he notices how sad you look. 

"MC? Is something the matter?"

When you only hug tighter and hide your face more he just sighs. 

"I can't help if you won't say what's wrong."

If you decide to tell him, he'll listen quietly while gently rubbing your back and possibly give advice, if the situation calls for it.

If you don't… well, he'll take that as a sign that you don't really wanna talk about it and comfort you anyway.

He'll probably put on one of his records for you both to listen to so that the music might soothe you.

Mammon 

Huh??? What???

He's so shook and flustered.

He's honestly too flustered for a hot minute to even notice you're sad.

"MC, what the hell do ya think you're doin', huh? Huggin' me outta nowhere like that…! Ya gotta warn me first!"

When he finally notices how sad you are, he immediately softens and starts asking qUESTIONS.

He wants nAMES.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened? Who hurt you? Did someone hurt you? Was it Belphie? I swear if it was Belphie-"

He's finna WHOOP some ASS.

If you decide to tell him and it turns out it is someone and he can go kick their ass, then you can bet your pretty little butt that's exactly what he'll do. No one hurts his human! >:(

If you tell him and it's not someone, or someone he can beat up, then he'll just sit you on his couch and put his jacket on you and hug you.

If you decide not to tell him at all, he'll be a little butt-hurt over it but he won't press you on it.

Leviathan 

He's died

He has a fucking aneurism the moment you touch him.

His entire body is red, help him.

But then he notices you look sad and calms down a bit.

"M-MC??? Are you okay?"

He has no idea what to do, help him

*flipping through a book of comfort words* "Uhhhhhhh… There, there???” 

He's so awkward and doesn't know what to say. He wants to help, but he's no good at talking to people, dammit!

He literally looks up, "How to help your friends not be sad."

He's trying, be patient with him, please.

"Uhhh… do you uhh… wanna talk about it?"

If you say yes, then he'll listen. He's a good listener bc he has literally no idea what to say.

If you say no then he'll probably be a little relieved bc he knows he would be terrible help.

Either way, he'll sit down with you and watch anime or play video games with you.

Satan

He blushes a little when you hug him.

He's pretty observant, so he notices pretty quickly that something is up as he hugs back.

"Hello, MC. Are you alright? You look upset about something."

He'll listen if you decide to tell him, stroking your hair gently. 

If not, he'll respect your decision and comfort you anyway.

He'll bring you over to his bed and sit down with you, after moving all the books littered on it of course.

He'll pull you in his lap and either read to you or show you cute cat pictures. Or maybe both, who knows.

And when he starts to notice you looking down again, he'll hug you tightly and whisper sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep.

Asmodeus

Aw, how cute, you want his attention~!

He doesn't hesitate to hug you back.

Hey, he's not complaining, as long as he gets to hold you and show how much he loves you!

Then he notices how sad you look and he immediately cups your face in his hands.

"Oh, what's wrong, darling? What has you looking so down? Come, sit with me and you can tell me all about it while I give you a lovely manicure."

He'll sit with you on his bed and dote on you, listening if you decide to tell him your woes and humming soothingly if you don't.

He'll offer to take a bath with you to help you feel better.

Actually, he'll give you a full-on spa day.

This man will seriously pamper you till you feel better.

He'll take you shopping, do your nails and makeup, do your hair, whatever it takes to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

He's a little taken aback by the sudden hug, but he's more than happy to accept it! He loves hugs!

He hugs you back very gently as if he's handling a baby bird. He doesn't want to hurt you!

But then he notices you look sad.

"MC? What's wrong? You look upset. Are you hungry?"

If you tell him, he'll listen very intently, nodding every so often to show he's listening. 

If you don't, he'll understand.

Either way, he takes you to his bed and sits you down. He gets you some food and sits on the bed with you and pulls you into his lap, giving you food.

Once you decide you're finished with food, he'll snuggle you gently until you fall asleep.

Belphegor

He doesn't mind at all and doesn't hesitate to hug back.

He immediately notices something is wrong but doesn't say anything about it right away, instead, letting you hug him in silence while gently rubbing your back.

After a long moment of silence, he pulls back only enough so that he can look at your face.

"You're upset about something. I could tell as soon as you hugged me. So what is it?"

If you decide to tell him, he'll be kind of glad and listen.

If not, he'll just give a curt nod.

Afterward, he pulls you over to his bed and pulls you in with him, clinging to you like a koala.

It's snuggle time now. You have no choice. 

He'll probably fall asleep though tbh

Diavolo

This man is through the roof as soon as you touch him.

He's super lonely, so any amount of physical affection has him soaring.

But then he notices you look sad.

He's immediately worried. Did he do something wrong? Did one of the brothers bully you? Is there some demon harassing you? What happened??? Tell him!

"MC? Are you okay, what happened?"

If you tell him, he'll listen intently and if it's something he can do something about, he will, immediately. 

If you don't tell him, or it's something he can't do anything about, then he'll bring you with him to his office and hold you in his lap while he works and have Barbatos bring you some herbal tea to make you feel better.

He's honestly just so gentle and soft with you I can't-

*ahem* anyways

Barbatos

You might think he'd have seen this coming, but he honestly wasn't looking for anything like this, so he's kind of taken off guard when you hug him which is uncommon for him.

MC, please, he's trying to work-

Then he notices how upset you look.

"MC, are you alright? It appears that something's troubling you."

He won't look into the future to find out in case you decide not to tell him. He respects your boundaries, you know?

If you tell him, he'll listen and try to do something about it if he can, most likely talking to Diavolo about it. 

If you don't tell him or can't do anything, then he'll gently sit you down in a chair, wrap you in a blanket and bring you some chamomile tea to soothe you.

He'll talk to you as he goes about his work, gently tending to your needs while still continuing his daily routine.

He's a butler, so he's the multitasking king-

Plus, he's used to comforting Diavolo, particularly when the Prince was young, so he knows how to handle it.

Simeon

Oh- a hug? Well alright.

He's happy to oblige, he enjoys your presence and your touch.

He notices quickly that you look sad though.

"What's the matter, my little lamb? Is something troubling you?"

He'll sit down with you and give you tea

If you decide to tell him, he'll listen, gently offering advice. He likely won't take care of it for you, he wants you to be able to take care of yourself! But he'll still hold you and comfort you.

If you don't tell him, then he'll nod understandingly and comfort you anyway.

He's so soft and caring about it and he'll sit with you until you calm down, gently hugging you and stroking your hair.

Solomon

He's a little taken aback when you hug him.

But then he smiles and is about to tease you when he notices you look sad.

He blinks and hugs you back.

"MC, what's the matter? It must be something big if you're hugging me like this."

If you tell him, he'll listen while seemingly deep in thought. If it's got to do with some demon, then perhaps you'll find that they oddly disappear one day… if it's one of the brothers, then they'll find that they get hit with lots of magical pranks. If it's something else then he'll sit with you and help you work it out.

If you decide not to tell him, he'll be a little sad but he'll understand anyway and sit with you to comfort you.

He's actually surprisingly sweet and understanding.

[twelfth-harbinger]

A/n: Enjoy ^^

Mentions: Zhongli convinced you that breaking a contract has its consequences.

Warnings: Nfsw!! 18+ Use of Shibari, Teasing/Denial, Oral, Edging, Mild Exhibition — Semi Soft Dom Punishments etc. don’t read if that’s not your jive lmao.

The Broken Contract Pt. 2

Soaking inside of the mildly luxurious in-ground bath remedied any and all feelings of stress, doubt and anxiety. It may have been the very perfumes and essential oils you’ve dowsed into the hot water. The most potent and fragrant of them all was that of ‘Fate’s Yearning’. The aroma lingered on your body even as you climbed out of the now lukewarm bath. The temperature had cooled beyond your liking.

Below you, the front door opened. It was an action you did not hear as you sat upstairs in front of your vanity. You now wore a robe, brown silk woven and lustrous in color. It was lined with a rich yellow gold with imprinted obsidian scales as a design around the edges and middle of the silky attire. It was clearly printed and produced by the finest seamstress one could find in Liyue. ‘Twas also made in the honor of Rex Lapis — how could you not purchase it with every intention of luring the said archon to your bedside? You couldn’t, which is why it blessed your very skin as you braided your thick hair back into a French Braid; or at least you tried your very best to. It wasn’t until you heard footsteps and the door to your bedroom sliding open did your gaze shift in the mirror to see Zhongli standing with a bag in his hand. He let it rest on the ground by the door a faint smile crossing his features as he laid eyes on you. The sun set quite some time ago, he was expected to be home around this time. This man was nothing but punctual. He met your gaze in the mirror as he strolled over to you, placing a kiss atop your head. You weren’t smiling albeit you were glad to see him. He glanced up at you in the mirror whilst he leaned down to kiss your head. Eyes glinting a bit playfully, which was simply odd coming from him; especially since he’s so stoic.

“What?” He spoke with a light smile, standing upright to remove his jacket. Still facing the mirror, your eyes narrowed a bit and they shift down to the bag only to stare back up at him. “That? Well, my dear it’s a bag.” He reached out to complete the middle of the braid for you, his hands may have been gloved yet despite that you could feel how gentle and delicate his fingers were moving. Unbeknownst to you, he was admiring your entrancing beauty. Something he hadn’t seen this close in well over a few millennia.

“Is it another book on the meaning of life?” You replied with light banter, standing up to face him with a cross of your arms as he lowered them from your hair. His eyes drifted down your figure quickly before he met your eyes. He noticed the robe but you couldn’t tell if he liked it. It was nearly impossible to get an accurate read on this man. You were kind of dreading your impending punishment. You honestly didn’t think you had it in you to sit down and read for 12 hours straight again. He chuckled, his arms crossing along with yours.

“Of course not, that was a different punishment in its own right. It wouldn’t be just if I repeated the same one.” He made a fair-ish point, alas it only made you wonder what he was going to do. He stepped forward, shortening the gap between you both. “Did you eat anything?” He asked, changing the subject. He completely dodged your comment on the contents of the bag. There was no telling what was inside and getting past him to look inside would not be easy. Looking back, whenever you sparred with him he always found a way to knock you back onto your ass; although, you’ve one upped him a few times which surprised him. He wasn’t holding back either...though, that’s a story for another time.

“Yes, I had Jade Parcels before I took a bath.” Your eyes dart to your left, touching down on the bag. It was from ‘Wanyou Boutique’, you could tell by the decorative floral design on the base corners of the bag. Zhongli’s eyes never left your face as you glanced past him, adoring your natural curiosity. He stepped around you and over to the doorway that lead to the bathroom.

“Good. I’ll be in the bath if you need me but please,” he paused before he turned his back. “Don’t look in the bag. It’ll ruin the surprise.” He vanished behind the closed door of the bath. You stood there, arms hugging your sides in a rather uncomfortable silence. What was he talking about, weren’t you supposed to endure a punishment? Did he have a change of heart somewhere during the midst of his day? No, highly unlikely — you broke a contract. Upon hearing the sound of water rushing and clothes dropping to the floor your head turned in the direction of the bag that sat by the door. Would he notice if you took a quick glance inside? Biting down on your bottom lip you quietly tip toed to the door, crouching down as your hand moved to pull the handle of the bag to the side. “Patience, my dear.” You heard, it was his deep voice that pulled you away from the bag. Zhongli’s arms crossed over his bare chest, a bronze towel clung low around his hips. Your cheeks flushed out of the embarrassment of being caught and seeing your lover nearly nude. He held out a hand, pointing to the bag before he turned his hand upright. As you rose you grabbed the bag, you didn’t dare peek inside to see it’s contents. Zhongli took it from you when you made your way over to him. He did not appear to be upset, in fact he was calm and wore a serene yet clearly blanketed expression on his face. Your brow furrowed as you voiced your confusion.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” You asked, for the first time since his arrival Zhongli’s expression softened even if it were only for a split second. He kept his stern demeanor as he shook his head in reply.

“I can never grow truly livid towards you, that doesn’t mean you don’t upset me or make me irritable. They say the ones you love bring you the most discord.” When his eyes fixed themselves on your face his pupils dilated, he loved you. He reached up, his hand resting on your round cheek. He admitted to loving you without directly saying it, could this man be evermore clever with his wording? You leaned into his touch, destitute for his affection. Again, without commenting on the bag he leaned down to place a kiss atop your head once more. Before you could question him, he disappeared behind the sliding doors of the bathroom. Your cheeks puffed out, you found yourself on the bed on the far side of the room. The large ceiling to floor windows by the bed spanned above the beautiful night view of Liyue Harbor to the left. To the right was the vast open ocean, the docks and market place. The view was breathtaking to say at the very least. You sprawled out onto the bed topped with gold and red fine silk linen. He took his time in the bath, you nearly fell asleep waiting for his return. The door slid open to the bath area and he stepped out with the bag in hand.

As Zhongli stood there, he peered down at you. His eyes were soft and hinted at his intentions quite smugly but you couldn’t seem to understand what he was trying to get at. He was glistening having just exited the bath, the bag he had now sat by the edge of the bed. You stared back at him, your eyes glimmering with desire as you crawled to the edge. You reached out for him and he obliged, stepping forward. Without any hesitation you pulled him down into a kiss, if he couldn’t tell by just looking at you, he could feel how much of an effect he had on you by just being there. Kissing you sent electricity through to the core of his very being. Your lips were plump and intoxicating, your skin smelled simply ethereal. A soft but lingering scent, akin to a mist that captures the last light of dusk. Or at least that what Zhongli believed; as well as what Ying’er told you. If he could kiss you and hold you in his arms for eternity he would. Your hands tangled in his dark hair and your grip idly tightened as you pulled him forward. The light moan that left his lips gave you goosebumps. He hasn’t been this close to you in so long, you almost forgot what his touch even felt like. Your hands slipped down his chest as you proceeded to reach for the towel. Your eyes may have been closed but you felt him smirk against your lips as he stopped your hands. He took hold of your wrists and uttered a simple and light. “No.”

You opened your eyes to see him staring back into yours with a hint of mischief. Which, might I add, it’s been throwing you off since the moment he avoided telling you what your consequences were for breaking the contract. Your brow creased and you moved to kiss him again, this time he pulled away leaving you like a lost puppy. He caught your needy gaze and physically fought the blush that might’ve risen to his cheeks. He crossed his arms over his chest and his brow creased a little as if he caved in to his own desires.

“W-Wha?” You mumbled out, sounding a little hurt for a moment. Zhongli let out a deep breath through his nose to regain his composure. He almost negated an important contract for lust. Although it wouldn’t have been his first and certainly not his last but he vowed to see this through when you so boldly stated you didn’t do anything wrong. Now he was going to make you see that you surely did. Your life meant everything to him, throwing it away so carelessly didn’t sit well with him.

“Don’t you want to see what’s inside of the bag?” He asked, piquing your interest completely. Your eyes drifted down as he bent over to place the bag on the bed. You pulled the sleeve of your robe over your shoulder, Zhongli’s bright eyes noticed your subtle movement. Your curiosity was so beautiful and caused your body language to change even if you didn’t take any heed. You scooted over to the edge of the bed and reached out to touch the bag. Zhongli placed a hand over your own. Grabbing your attention and a slight frown he found quite amusing. “Before you look inside, if you aren’t interested please let me know. I will never do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.” His words only made you want to look inside the bag more but what was the most endearing part of his statement was his concerning gaze and how much love it held within. You swatted his hand away, wanting to see what the contents were. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him genuinely appalled. Your eyes darted to the side as you contemplated for a second. — Were those hand-woven red silk ropes? You looked at Zhongli who waited in slight anticipation for your answer. He was ready for acceptance, denial, judgment you name it. He had lived for three thousand years. There was nothing he hadn’t seen. Or so he thought, you pulled out the rope to check how sturdy it was.

“So...old man Bolai makes things like these? That shady bastard, I knew he wasn’t just sellin-“ Zhongli chuckled his smile always seemed to crack his stone exterior. You glanced over at him as you toyed with the rope between your slim fingers.

“I had them made for your, punishment. That is if you’re willing to go through with it.” your brows raised evermore in curiosity. What was he talking about? It didn’t take very long for it to suddenly click, your cheeks warmed and you stared at him.

“Oh! ...oooh.” You mumbled completely tongue tied. You looked at Zhongli who remained calm. “How did you have them made on such short notice?” You asked, out of everything you could’ve asked him it was that. He stared at you in a bit of awe, unsure of how he could go about answering.

“I erm-“

“Wait! No, Zhongli what punishment? I’m not reading the Laws of Life Vol. 132?” He didn’t laugh, only because he knew you were seriously asking. A faint smile did cross his face through as he reached for the rope. In one swift movement be wrapped it partially around his palm and knuckles then shook his head.

“Of course not, I was thinking of shibari-“ you scoffed, your lips quirking up into a passive smile. Zhongli wasn’t really one to be trifled with but your worries melted away when he said he’d let you off the hook and fuck you instead... That is what he said right? No lol.

“That’s hardly a punishment Zhongli, I accept.” Your abrasive gaze and the challenge turned him on, he shifted a bit on the edge of the bed as a light smile began to surface onto his face.

“Are you sure?” He asked, needing your confirmation.

“Are these good for suspension- hm? Yes Zhongli I am okay with this. Feel free to...” you paused looking him over, your eyes burned his skin like heated rocks in a sauna. He utterly adored the way you looked at him. “To punish me as you see fit.” Your words were all he needed to hear. All he wanted to hear in that moment apart from the whimpers you were soon to make.

“Good.” He moved fully onto the bed crawling over to you like a dragon claiming his loot, the bed shifted under his weight as he cornered you. His hand moved up to the string of your robe. “I don’t think Rex Lapis would mind if I removed this, you wore it well. It’s unneeded now, I think your body should be on display in its stead. I’m positive he would much prefer that.” A light grin spread across his lips as he tugged the string loose, the robe slipped off from hanging onto your shoulders and pooled around you. Zhongli leaned down, his lips grazing your shin as he drank in your very essence. His touch made you shudder, you both reveled in the feeling of his lips moving up to your knee and thigh; your skin was so soft and warm. He kissed in between them before he moved up to your navel. Purposely ignoring your needy core. You writhed upon him stopping over your hardened nipples. Your chest perky as you arched your back into his skilled touch. His lips and nose buried in your neck before he met your eyes again. Your breathing hitched in your throat as he smiled down at you he was so beautiful.

“How shall I showcase you tonight? Hogtied? No...no I’ve more sophistication than that.” His eyes drifted over your nude body and his brows knitted together, like he was really trying to figure it out. He kissed your cheek, and then your lips. You didn’t care in all honesty, as long as he kept close and fed into your touched starved needs. His lips curled into a cheeky smile, something unusual for him but it oddly complimented his features. “I know.” He said sitting back, taking the soft rope in hand as well as one of your legs. His fingers gazed your skin as he bent your leg back against the underside of your thigh. “Frogtie, and then the Box-Tie for your arms. I want you exposed yet restricted; order is needed if your punishment is to be done...just.” He spoke the last word in a bit of a taunt, his eyes glinting playfully once again. Your own widened, you were still going to get punished? Damn. With careful skill and consideration, Zhongli began to wrap the soft rope around your thigh and upper shin as well as your ankles and upper thigh. You watched him whilst laying on your back he caught your gaze on him and smiled your way, it was radiant. Your cheeks felt warm again as he spread your legs and repeated his actions to your other leg.

“I didn’t know you knew how to knot properly much less be into Shibari.” He held out his hand to help you up into a kneeling position on the bed. Your words made him smile as he maneuvered off of the bed to stand, he picked up more rope from the bag as he began to secure your hands behind your back folding them gently before he began the tying and knotting process once more.

“In recent years, it’s been popular in and around all of Liyue. First used to restrain thieves and bandits, it soon rooted itself into sexual culture. It’s even found in some parts of Monstadt.” His voice soothed you, it was soft and inviting and coated in silver. “I read about it in a book and went to an...art gallery.” He went where? To a private showing of Shibari? You turned your head to look at him. Your eyes searching his face for an explanation. “Models volunteered to display themselves in light of making Shibari a renowned art form for those it may interest.” You smiled, your eyes narrowing slightly. Before you could open your mouth to speak he pulled on the rope to tighten it around your upper arm and wrists. A smirk spread across his face as he leaned over your shoulder. “Too tight?” He asked, you shook your head and as you did he pressed a sweet kiss onto your temple. “Good.”

Zhongli sat in front of you, his legs and arms crossed. You, were completely exposed for him to see. Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment as he sat there admiring your form as well as his handy work. He had only seen it preformed it was his first time attempting to knot. “Zhongli a-are you just going to sit there?” Your words pulled him away from his thoughts, your voice was small and shy. It made his brow twitch a bit.

“I could.” He replied, a hand moving under his chin in thought. “After all if I were to touch you, you’d learn nothing.” He shifted on the bed and knelt in front of you. His fingers brushing against your round cheek, the other hand slipped around your waist to pull him into his chest. Your eyes were doughy and vulnerable, Zhongli wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted. “Tell me, sitting here have you thought about the contact at all and your actions?” He leaned down to your ear and kissed you gently, then moved down to trail warm kisses down along your neck. He moved forward to place you onto your back. Your moans were fueling the fire that began to build up inside of him.

“W-what are you talking about?” You mumbled, he halted his movements and you frowned along with him. As he moved back to look into your eyes your entire body tensed, he didn’t look happy. With everything that was happening in this moment it was quite difficult to focus on anything else. Zhongli leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead, your eye closed and you stared up at him.

“What am I going to do with you hm?” He maneuvered behind you, placing you in his lap now. He was already hard, you couldn’t help but want him to remove the towel that was wrapped snug around his hips. The feeling of you writhing in his grasp was enticing enough for Zhongli to move his hand down to your crotch. You were wet, he barely touched you and you were so fucking wet. He slipped his fingers into your heat and your lips parted to let out a moan. His free hand moved up to pinch your nipple, squeezing it between his fingers and tugging lightly. Lips grazed the skin of your neck as he toyed with your body, all you could do was whimper and writhe in his hold; was teasing you relentlessly. His fingers were magic and the slight pain from your stimulated nipples drove you crazy. You lost count at how many time you’ve cried out his name. You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, being played with was overwhelming because he did very little to give you release. He chuckled, you heard it despite being absorbed in your own pleasure.

“You broke our contract and yet all I wish to do is please you. So much that you’ll beg me to stop but...” He removed his fingers from your heat, they were coated with your sweet glacé. Without any hesitation he pushed them past your lips and into your mouth. Your moan muffled as you sucked on his fingers, he watched your tongue dance around them as he pulled you further back into his chest; his free hand snaked up from your chest to wrap around your neck- he did not squeeze. You were now sitting directly on his bulge. Saying he was as hard as a rock is an understatement and a pun he probably wouldn’t find too amusing given his status as an ex-archon. “First, you’re going to sit here and think.” You turned your head as much as you could to look back him, confusion written all over your face once again. He chuckled and lowered his hands from your body he gripped the ropes that were securing your arms. Then pushed you forward and face down into the soft mattress of the bed.

“Zhongli, please...I’m sorry.” You whimpered out, already at your limit there was no way you were going be thinking straight like this. He didn’t do anything yet and you were giving in? He smiled, it was soft and held the patience of a saint.

“Are you now?” He knelt behind you, his hands on your upper waist now. He leaned over to pepper kisses along your lower back and ass before he dug his face inside. His tongue slipped down to your aching hole teasing you before he pushed past your soaking folds. You cried into the mattress upon the feeling of his hot mouth on your core. Your body began to tremble as he had his way with you, he teased you relentlessly sucking on your bundle of nerves as he plunged his thumb inside your aching core. You were so close to coming undone with just that, he pulled away slowly. Albeit only to flip you over onto your back. Your breathing had run ragged your chest squeezing together from the ropes and your eyes half lidded. You were a beautiful sight to behold when you were in heat. Zhongli’s hands moved up your waist and stomach before his right hand wrapped around your neck again, he pulled you down onto his clothed and hardened member with a smile. He liked having you sit there; still, unmoving and obedient. You were in order and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Do you want it?” He asked, his deep voice made your entire body jolt in ecstasy such simple words coming from this former god of a man. You nodded and his brow raised indicating he wanted you to use your voice.

“Yes.” You nod again, and squirm a bit underneath him. His gaze was so gentle, his touch was too it left your body starving. For even such a subtle brush of his fingers shot flames through your entire being. He didn’t budge which ushered a light whimper and a “Please..” To run past your sweet lips his own lips curled into a smile.

“You do not deserve it.” He stated, his smile faltering slightly to a more serious expression. “Do you know why?” He asked, his eyes narrowed a bit as he studied your pained face and your lips. Your body was crying out to his, he could feel it. He was unsure of how much longer he could hold on to his sanity.

“I..I thought I could do it.” You mumbled, Zhongli’s eyes shifted up to meet your gaze, upon noticing the tears forming he removed his hand and let it rest on your waist. He was a bit worried that he went too far. “I was so adamant on completing the commission and fighting those thieves that I didn’t consider anything. Not you, not the contract, my life...will you forgive me. Please.” Zhongli made an audible noise of defeat, he folded quicker than you did. His arms shifted up to wrap around you, you nestled your head into his chest as he hugged you.

“I’ve already forgiven you, you needn’t worry about that. Don’t cry.” He mumbled into your hair and closed his eyes as he rested his chin and nose atop your head. You were the only thing that could cause him any real harm emotionally, he worried about you so much that he lost sleep. If you could wrap your arms around him you would even so, as you moved back to look up at him with a smile he smiled with you. “Do you still wish to continue?” He asked, your comfort was his comfort in all honesty. You did your best to seal your lips with his, he helped and leaned down to kiss you. Pulling you closer than you thought possible. His hands rested in your braided hair as you tilted you head to deepen the kiss. He sat you back onto the bed he pulled back, his hand resting on your cheek. “I lov-“

“Are you going to keep teasing me?” You asked, cutting him off, a soft pout forming on your lips; Zhongli glanced down at them and then up to meet your eyes. He chuckled and let his hands lower to slip around your waist.

“I may, I enjoy the way you writhe in need underneath me. Your whimpers and the way my name sits upon on your tongue is a symphony I do not wish to end.” He pecked your cheek quickly and your face flushed. “At least not so soon, so please. Allow me to enjoy it a little longer.” He quite literally pushed you back onto the bed, with your legs spread automatically from the frog-tie he simply lowered himself in between your thighs. He wasted no time in licking the entrance to your heat, the surprised squeal you let run past your lips urged him to loop his arms around your thighs. He wanted to completely lose himself in your body. A muffled groan rattled through his chest, if you were sitting upright you’d be sitting on his face. He pushed his tongue past your sugar coated folds and curled upwards. Your back arched off the bed and you whimpered out, you were close again, this time closer than ever before.

“Z-Zhongli I-“ You began with labored breathing, you paused upon seeing Zhongli’s eyes peering up at you from below. They glowed ominously, his eyes ensnared you the moment you looked into them; they made your body heat up and tingle. You bit down on your bottom lip as Zhongli’s hands slid along the length of your thighs. His eyes closed patiently upon him doing so, you exhaled and melted into the plush mattress beneath you. Your moan made him twitch, the way you tried to squeeze your legs together at the height of your release but to no avail inevitably made him pull back. You were finally ready for him.

“My darling.” Zhongli pulled you against his chest once again. His stiff member imprinted on the bronze towel he wore whilst it continued slipping further and further down his hips. “How shall I take you tonight?” Your cheeks and body burned as he nestled his face in the crook of your neck and his hands moved up to squeeze your sides as he awaited your answer. He toyed with your body as you caught your breath. His eyes opened to see the window that sat adjacent to the right side of the bed. He trailed kisses up to your ear and whispered low. “My love, shall I put you on display for all of Liyue Harbor to see?” You didn’t answer him in time so, he took it upon himself to figure it out. You could feel this teeth tugging at the lobe to your ear, it made you shiver. Your eyes drifted to the left to half see his face before they drifted over to the window. They instantly widened as he slipped his arm around your waist only to push you up against the window where the side of the bed sat up against. Your chest and nipples pressed against the cold glass and your gasped out. Your body was hot, the sudden chill of the window made you ache with a newfound need for pleasure and release.

“Zhongli- people will see! I-I...” Your eyes fluttered and your lips parted into a moan, the head of his thick member prodded your entrance the moment you began speaking. Teasing you with the feeling of being full. Your hips bucked against the window and his member and he chuckled.

“A fitting punishment then.” You didn’t protest, not that you could as he slipped himself inside; past your slick folds and into the deepest depths of your aching core. He stretched you out in a way that sent fire coursing through your veins and directly to your heat. Your moan was loud, it echoed through the room and rang through his ears. With his arm wrapped around your waist he pulled back to let it rest on the curve of your hip. He smiled happily as he kissed the back of your neck. “Good, you take me well.” He said, as he got comfortable, pushing his hips forward. In doing that, it only made your body press further up against the glass and your insides contract against him.

“Z-Zhongli..” You whimpered out, your cheek smushed on the glass as you watched people walk by. It may have been a bit late in the evening but Liyue Harbor was still bustling even past sundown. Zhongli squeezed your hips and leaned forward to look over your shoulder, only his eyes could be seen in your peripheral. He kissed your shoulder gently and remained still. Despite the way your ass rocked back against him, you knew he wasn’t going to move without your asking. “P-please, please don’t tease me anymore.. I can’t take it.” Your pleas were cute but he was still unmoving.

“I told you earlier you do not deserve it. I may have forgiven you but, that doesn’t mean I’m not upset. Now, if you want pleasure seek it out yourself.” The last sentence made your cheeks warm up again, and a strained groan move past your lips. You thought he’d be the one wrapped around your finger tonight. Yet here you were on a showcase for Liyue Harbor to see, your arms and legs comfortably bound to one another as you sat on his hard cock. Feeling him throb inside of you as you tightened around him. All of these sensations were overwhelming but still you ached for a climax and did not care who witnessed.

You squirmed on him as you began rocking your hips faster, he held you in place as you tried your best to get off on just a full feeling alone. Trying to stimulate your inner spots the best you could in your position. Zhongli watched your body work and you slip into a pool of pleasure and lust as you rode his member; using the window to support yourself as well as leaning into his strong hands. Your moans were exquisite and your closed eye expression made his eyes grow a bit wide. You were so beautiful, he may have been having fun ordering you around but he wanted your face twisted in pleasure as he fucked you raw against that window. Before he proceeded to give in to his urges you started to shudder and a soft moan moved past your lips. You were coming undone in a low voltage release. Still pleasurable but not enough to satiate you. Zhongli let out a light and silent half pleased groan and pressed his head onto your shoulder. Your whimpers and pants were enough for him to give in.

With Zhongli’s other hand — the one that wasn’t resting on your hip, snaked it’s way up your neck and to your lips, his fingers slipping back into your mouth. Finally, he pulled back his hips so just the tip poked at your entrance. It left you feeling empty, you whined in need and before you could beg him he slammed himself back inside with a deep groan stemming from his chest. You moaned out and pressed your forehead against the glass. You knew someone was watching from down below. The excitement of being seen skyrocketed your pleasure and you came down onto him in a slight bounce as soon as he thrusted up. His fingers moved from your mouth and to your hair, running through your locks from the back of your head to the side as he tilted your head back so his lips pressed against your ear.

“I adore the way your body submits to mine, I will treasure it for this night and all to come.” A deep chuckle echoed in your ear, “As will those men and women down there.” He pulled back and let go, both of his hands holding onto your waist now for a steady hold. Your eyes drifted along the streets of Liyue Harbor to see what he was talking about. In the corner by the docks, a group of men caught wind of the show and a short ways away from them by several food stands was a group of women and a few more men who did as well. Your eyes closed as your body jerked upwards against the glass. The rhythm he had accustomed to was that of power and pure skill. He angled you in a way he found your body reacted well to his thrusts. Your vision had become hazy and you slipped away into lust. Being rutted into the way that he did and at the pace and force of what you expect only someone who was once godly would be able to do — albeit in your mind he was still a god. Your body began to heat up again, just like a furnace that was to blow.

“D-Damn it, I’m gonna— I’ll cu-“ Zhongli slowed before you could cum. Which caused your body to relax and tense at the same time. The disappointed whine that left your lips was short lived. He pulled you away from the window only to lay you flat onto the bed and onto your back. He looked down at your body and then to your flushed face.

“I believe I’ve let you climax a few times without my observation gaze upon your face. This last one will be something that I see in full.” He pulled you down onto his thick shaft, bottoming out completely. If that wasn’t enough to make your body burn again he picked up his pace this time with deep and elongated strokes that simply drove you up the fucking wall. The build up was a bit slow in attempts to drag out your orgasm and tire you out. It was working, you wasn’t sure when it began but it did. Zhongli groaned as you constricted around him tighter than ever before. The continuous intense contractions were blinding and your breathless moans filled the entire atmosphere of the room. In the midst of your orgasm you felt a deep warmth pool into and fill the depths of your core. He groaned in your ear knowing how much you loved to hear his voice. Be it deep and melodic that it was his groans and moans were like none other you’ve heard before and it heightened every aspect of the experience climaxing together. He pressed his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose poking at yours. He looked into your eyes and you pouted at him, your ven as he reached down to tug on the rope around your legs and thighs. It loosened with a few pulls before your legs were free. He moved off of you, laying back on the bed at your straddled home freely. With one more pull the ropes around your arms were undone and you were free to move again.

“Are you still upset with me?” You asked curiously, Zhongli’s gaze pulled away from between your thighs the sight of his seed gliding down your inner thighs was a bit distracting and arousing. He met your eyes though, and a light smile spread across his lips.

“Should I be? Did you not learn anything tonight? If you take anything away from this. It is that I love you and will make it known to others if the need arise.” Your eyes rolled a bit, you made a mental note not to show your face around that part of Liyue Harbor for a while. Your arms folded over your chest and you glared down at him playfully.

“I did, I’ll be more careful next time.” He knew he couldn’t stop your form adventuring, as long as you remained aware of how much your life meant to him he would have peace of mind. He reached up to cup your cheek with his hand, you leaned into his palm and laid on top of him with closed eyes. “I love you Zhongli, I...won’t scare you like that again.” You mumbled into his neck, drifting off into a well deserved sleep. Zhongli laid with you in his arms as he pondered about many things, you being the subject of every one of them.

Bonus

A day or so went by, you were on a nightly stroll with Zhongli on your arm. Seeing as you were dragging him around all of Liyue for food, you found yourself under the docks and strolling past Bolai! You turned your head to look out at the water, Zhongli looked down at you with an amused smile.

“My dear is there something out on the water?” He teased lightly, you pouted your lips and turned your head again.

“Shh!” You hushed him trying to walk by without being seen. If only it had worked, Bolai closed a deal with another customer before he caught sight of you two. He waved you over with a welcoming smile. Given you couldn’t control Zhongli’s stride you were dragged over.

“Ah, Mr.Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, I didn’t get a chance to get a review from you since our last transaction. I hope that all was well with your order...” Bolai trailed off when he noticed you glaring at him from halfway behind Zhongli. The said Archon smiled and nodded.

“It served its purpose quite well and will continue to do for some time. I thank you for taking the request on such short notice. I will be sure to have something issued with more leeway if the need ever arise.” Zhongli and Bolai talked business like it was something casual that he wanted arranged. Bolai waved passively and smiled at him.

“No no, it was no trouble at all. In fact I will have something ready for you within the next day if you ask. We have a wide array of colors for your choosing.” You perked up at the sound of that, Zhongli looked down at you and arched a brow. Your cheeks puffed out and you looked away from him and Bolai in silence trying to act like it didn’t interest you in the slightest. He chuckled and turned to look over him.

“I will be sure to discuss it with my partner, thanks again.” With a nod of his head Zhongli took his leave with you trailing behind him. You looked at Bolai with narrowed eyes before waking off completely.

“I knew you were a shady bastard.” Bolai chuckled as customers came up to him he placed his hands together and greeted them like you weren’t standing there.

“I’ve no idea what you mean now scram — Ah! Welcome, is there anything I can do for you this fine evening!” You were pulled away by Zhongli before you could ruin his business transactions, he wore a smile on his face as he walked up the incline with you to the streets of Liyue harbor. 

“I must say, you looked intrigued by the assortment of colors. Do tell if you have any in mind, though you’d look breathtaking in anything.” He smiled your way and your cheeks burned with a mild embarrassment. It would seem Shibari would be incorporated in your sex lives often and in a plethora of colors at that. You couldn’t wait to see what the future of love, lust and pleasure held with Zhongli at your side.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Vice Dorm Leaders: S/o who is insecure about their vitiligo (1)

HAHA- SO UM- I found this in my drafts and completely forgot about it ;-;;;; BUT HERE I AM- Yeah I just added this part- :///// I was too lazy to tag and eventually forgot about it- until now-

According to google, vitiligo is a skin condition in which the melanocytes, the pigment cells of the skin, are destroyed causing affected areas to turn pale. I just want you to know that you are beautiful no matter what! Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise! Hope you enjoy! ^^

(Trey, Ruggie, Jade)

Trey Clover

Trey always wondered why you want to wear a mask and long sleeved clothing. Basically clothes that cover your entire body. Don’t you feel stuffy wearing them? Do you feel comfortable???

You always told him you’re okay, and he didn’t question afterwards. Maybe it’s just fashion choice, and he doesn’t judge. He just wanted to make sure you don’t feel itchy.

But the first time he made for you something (the marron tart event before Riddle’s overblot), you told him that you rather eat in private. He didn’t suspect anything at first, merely letting you do so, 

but then he notices how frequently you missed or forgotten to take your meals when you’re alone, and that you just refuse to take down your mask to eat in front of others.

Now he was starting to get worried.

Trey would then resort in giving a gentle approach, he doesn’t want to be bold and just force an answer out of you, he would never do that.

During one break time, he’ll pull you aside. “S/o, can we talk? Someone more private maybe?”

Trey brought to a secluded area, he still spoke in a soft tone as if there were still people around just to make sure it really is private between you two. He looked at you with soft, amber gold eyes, “Is... everything okay? You keep forgetting to eat. Why don’t you like eating in front of others?”

You were taken aback, and Trey could tell you were hesitant about giving him an answer. He rubbed your back in soothing circles, calming you and telling you to take your time.

You eventually took of your mouth, showing him the pale patches on your skin, explaining how you don’t like anyone seeing your vitiligo, in fear of them judging your appearance. He frowned upon seeing how ashamed you look. He took a hold of your hand, now seeing the very faint mark of a pale patch. He rubs them gently in circular motion, looking at you with a soft gaze as he placed a tender kiss on one of the pale patches that etched on your cheek, the warmth of his hand spreading across your cheek. “S/o... please don’t think your condition makes you look weird that you don’t eat in public and then you forget to eat on your own. I think you look fine the way you are, honestly.”

Nowadays, Trey follows you every break time, as he’s there to encourage you to take off your mask and eat in public, and soon to take off your mask wherever you go in general.

Anyone who snickers about how weird you look would be met by his golden, sharp glare, enough to warn those who are smart enough. If not, he’ll tell Riddle and it’s off with their head. He just wants you to know you’re beautiful the way you are <3

Ruggie Bucchi

At first, he didn’t really thought about much. He just thought that man, don’t you feel stuffy wearing masks and covered clothing wherever you go?? Even during PE and in Savanaclaw? Well, if you said you’re fine, Ruggie wouldn’t think much of it, thinking you just have your own taste in fashion. He doesn’t judge.

But then, when he cooked for you for the first time, you told him that you rather eat it in private, and your excuse being that you savor food better on your own. Ruggie frowned. You tell that to your peers whenever they offer you food. He didn’t expect you to give him the same treatment.

Again, Ruggie decides to dismiss it and respect your choice, letting you do what your comfortable with. But he starts to notice your habit of forgetting to eat afterwards when your alone, and that you sweat profusely under the hot sun of his own dorm and you refuse to take of your mask and sweater.

He’s gotten worried, and he was sick and tired watching your health deteriorate. Ruggie gotten impatient on what he suspects your hiding something, and he wants to know so he can help. The boy legit climbed up the tree of Ramshackle, which a strong and thick branch spread out to your room’s window, opting to bust through the open window. “Yo, s/o.” “R-Ruggie?! W-what are you doing here?!” You were startled, and Ruggie looked at you with serious eyes. He notices your mask was lying on the coffee table, and he finds you scrambling to get the nearest pillow to cover your face. He frowns, walking up to you.

“S/oooo, what are you hiding?” Being the Savanaclaw student he is, he was much stronger than you, taking away the pillow. You immediately set up a last resort defence, putting your hands up to cover your face. He got frustrated, trying to rip your hands apart, resting his forehead on yours.

You gasped, shocked and flustered by the sudden contact and he took advantage of it and uncovered your hands, revealing the pale patches that spread across your face. He was shocked, as were you.

“D-does it hurt?” he questioned, now grazing his hand carefully on the skin without pale patches. You meekly shook your head, “No, but... I just look weird, don’t I?” you whispered, looking as if you were about to cry, leading Ruggie to frantically comfort you. “H-hey... I didn’t mean to. I was... just worried, and also I just thought those hurt, not that you look weird. And you don’t at all!”

Ruggie thinks you’re just fine the way you are. Anyone during recess when he accompanies you, if he hears a snicker or whisper about how weird your vitiligo makes you look, he will really hiss and eye at them with a threatening glare. He’ll make sure you’ll be confident, and he would be there for you every step of the way. <3

Jade Leech

He always wondered why you wear baggy, long sleeved clothes and pants and masks all the time. You don’t feel uncomfortable or sweaty wearing such? If you said you were comfortable, he would doubt a little, but will dismiss it and allow you to do as you please, the thought would still linger in his head, however.

Jade’s scepticism would rise further when he cooked for you a special meal the first time he brought you to Monstro Lounge alone. he usually leaves food for you at Ramshackle, knowing you and him would be really busy. 

You told him you rather eat alone, and he wasn’t convince about the excuses you gave, but nonetheless, gave you a kind smile and heeding you words, but decided to observe you.

He notices how you frequently forget to eat by yourself when you return to Ramshackle, and how exhausted you look when your under the hot sun during PE, and yet refusing to take of your mask and jacket. He was worried, and highly suspicious. Your his s/o after all; your health and wellbeing is most important to him.

Jade decided to approach you like how Trey would; gently and less direct and bold unlike Ruggie. “My dear? May I speak to you in private about something? It’s something rather important that I wanted to share with you,” he says, flashing his charming and soft smile. 

Bring you to a quiet and secluded area, he finally spoke. “S/o... why is it that you refused to take off your mask even when you feel so uncomfortable? Are you.. hiding something perhaps?” As much as you love Jade, you can’t help but feel nervous when he asked you that all of a sudden, and he feels your uneasiness as you timidly shuffled your feet.

He coos, gently soothing you with a gloved hand on his shoulder as he gently coaxed you, telling you to take your time and tell him what’s going on.

You murmured, “I.. I look ugly..” He raised an eyebrow, quite shocked and confused about what you mean. “Darling, how could you say that about yourself? I think you look fine, my dear?” You looked at him hesitantly, before you peeled off your mask, revealing the pale patches of skin that flowered all over the bottom part of your face.

“I... yeah. I know I.. I look so bad...” he immediately takes one of your hand, holding it. The other hand held you cheek and wiped a tear that had threatened to fall from the corner of your eye, warmly rubbing a pale patch.

“Oh darling... you’re not ugly at all. You look wonderful, and you should care more about your wellbeing rather than your appearance, although I think you look splendid,” he whispered, using a gloved finger to gently caress the pale patch on your cheek with a loving gaze.

Oh, and if anyone dares to just make fun of how “weird” you look during lunch time in front of him, or when he makes you feel more confident to take off your mask, will receive a “personal chat” from Jade, maybe tossing Azul and Floyd into the fun, and they won’t ever think of uttering a single thing about how weird your vitiligo make you look. <3

[mothra-mcyt]

Is there any way we could get the safe alphabet but for smp!techno?

☾ c!Technoblade SFW Alphabet ☽

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Because of his trusts issues he's not really affectionate at first but when he really trusts you he will shower you in affection. He'll always bring you gifts in hopes of you liking it. Also gifted you a totem for when he's not there to protect you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The friendship probably started with Phil kinda taking you under his wing and introducing you to Techno.

Honestly he would be a great best friend. Would be very protective over you because he wants to keep you safe and not let anything hurt you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He doesn't really like cuddling but when you hug him once he nearly breaks down realising how touch starved he really is. Won't really initate cuddling but you'll see signs of him giving you more hugs.

He likes to be the big spoon because he likes to know that you're safe and that nothing can hurt you. When the voices are really bad tho or he's not feeling good he likes to lay his head on your chest and you petting his hair

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would love to settle down and stay away from all the violence and drama. He absolutely loves cooking and showing you all the food that piglins make in the nether which tastes suprisingly very good.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's very scared to show emotions thinking that he's showing weakness when he does. To protect himself he'll try his best to make it seem as emotionless and uncaring as possible to avoid letting you see how much this is actually hurting him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I feel like he's not the type to get married because he doesn't have any connections to marriage. For piglins it's more common to gift their fiancés gold jewellery and crowns instead of marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's very gentle with you physically making sure to not hurt you because he's naturally stronger cause he's a piglin.

He's not afraid to tell you if you're doing something he doesn't like tho so he's not that gentle emotionally.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As i've said before this man doesn't even realise how touchstarved he is until you give him a hug. Slowly he's starting to initiate more hugs himself. Will hold you tight and lay his head on your head/shoulder.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like it would take him a long time to say that he loves you because of his trust and commitment issues. But when he says it tho he does mean it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

It depends on who you're hanging out with. If you're just hanginf out with Ranboo or Phil he doesn't really care and is happy that you're having fun with his friends. If you're hanging out with someone else tho he'll get jealous. Even worse if it's with one of his enemies.

When he's jealous at first he'll just be kinda annoyed and not say anything. If you keep hanging out with other people tho he'll start to get needy and become more clingy making up excuses that you have to leave for some reason.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are very soft in fear of hurting you but that doesn’t mean they’re boring. You can feel his emotions flowing into the kiss making you feel like you’re loosing your breath.

I feel like he likes kissing you on the top of your hand while looking you in the eyes. When he feels like teasing you he’ll kiss you at the corner of your mouth making you pout because he didn’t give you a serious kiss

He really likes it when you kiss him on the tip of his nose and no i will not explain why.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I- i think we know his relationship with children.

But in all seriousness at first he’s a little awkward around children and says he doesn’t really like them. It’s like when men say they don’t like cats but then their girlfriend gets them a cat and they realize how adorable they can be sometimes. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s definitely not a morning person. Wakes up before you tho and likes to watch you sleep (not in a creepy way) because of how calm you look in his arms. Honestly just wants to keep holding you in his arms making sure you’re safe. When he goes down to make breakfast and you don’t wanna get up he wraps his cape around you to keep you warm and because he knows its smell reminds you of him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He honestly kinda lost his sleep schedule after not living with Phil anymore and got back to just sleeping when he feels like it. He’s still used to this because he of growing up in the nether where day and night pretty much didn’t exist.

So if he’s not feeling like sleeping but you still want him to be near you at night he’ll stay with you cuddling until you fall asleep and give you his cape as a blanket.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I’ve already mentioned his trust issues so it’ll take him a long time to reveal things about him in fear of you breaking his trust. Also wouldn’t tell you everything once. He would do it more slowly probably starting with the fact that he hears voices. Please be patient with him he’s trying his best.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes him a lot to get really angry because he knows he can kinda loose himself when he’s angry. So he’ll try his best to avoid getting angry around you in fear of accidentally hurting you.

But something where he definitely wouldn’t be able to hold back his anger is someone hurting you. We have seen how protective he is over the people he likes so when someone hurts you all hell would break loose and canon lifes would be lost.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember a lot about you. Your favorite type of flower, your favorite childhood memory, your favorite weapon to use in combat. Can he remember where he put his glasses tho? Definitely not.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It was in the middle of the night when he stepped into his house smiling at the warmth surrounding him. Looking at the fireplace he saw a figure sitting in the brown armchair in front of it. Taking off his cape and crown he out them onto the table telling himself he’s gonna put them away tomorrow. Slowly walking in front of the fireplace he chuckled at seeing his fiance looking so calm and cute while sleeping. Taking off his boots he put them near the fire to make sure that they’re dry tomorrow.

Carefully he put on of his arms under your knees and the other at your back picking you up into his arm and holding you close to his chest. Making his way up the stairs he looked down at you an immediate happiness overcoming him.

Now standing next to his bed he slowly laid you down on the mattress. Crawling in next to you he laid down behind you and gently wrapped his arms around you. The last thing he heard was an “I love you.” coming from his partner making a smile appear on his lip before he fell into the land of dreams.

(This ended up being a oneshot oop anyway)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s a very protective person in general going as far as gifting people totems and fighting against at least 10 people alone to protect the people he cares about.

Also doesn’t back down from protecting you with words for example when someone is being a dick to you and he knows you’re scared when he’s violent he’ll defend you with words completely destroying the other persons ego.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort into gifts and such because they mean a lot to him. Also puts a lot of effort into the food he cooks for you and always makes sure they taste and look amazing.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He will often distance himself from you for example if the voices get really bad. Also sometimes doubts if you still love him and aren’t only with him because you see him as a weapon like the others do which leads to him distancing himself from you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn’t very concerned with his looks because of growing up in the nether where no mob cares about how someone looks. What he does care about though is his long pink hair always keeping it in a braid to prevent it from getting damaged too much while fighting. He is more used to caring about strength and muscles.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He is very much used to living alone so if you’re only gone for some time he is pretty much fine. If he doesn’t see you for longer though he’ll start to miss you. He’ll start to miss you braiding his hair. He’ll start to miss you cuddling up to him while sitting in his lap. He’ll start to miss training for fun with you. So overall yes he would feel incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He actually really likes getting pet especially at his ears. You found that out when he was laying with his head in your lap reading a book. You started petting him which started to make him sleepy. But when your hand scratched him behind his ears a blush appeared on his cheeks hearing himself starting to purr.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He is pretty much okay with everything because of growing up with two completely different brothers but one thing he wouldn’t like is a partner that doesn’t respect his privacy and that he sometimes needs time for himself.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

You know how cats or dogs sometimes twitch in their sleep because they dream of hunting? He does that too. Also when he’s cuddling with you while sleeping will tighten his grip on you.

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