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gloomwitchwrites · 11 months ago

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By the Belt (3 of 4)

Mechanic John "Soap" MacTavish x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: married couple, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

Soap needs a distraction, and you’re going to give it to him.

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It’s Sunday. John’s shop is closed on Sunday.

Even so, he’s always working on something, his hands unable to lean into idleness for a moment. They desire something to hold, to tinker and learn and explore.

It’s the late afternoon, and you stand in John’s personal garage located at the back of your shared property. His actual shop is nearby, just a mile or so down the road. This is sacred space. The place he goes to work on all sorts of personal projects. You are off to the right of him beside his knees. John is on his back, partially submerged beneath a lifted car.

That always makes you nervous, even though you know he’s careful about his safety. You always imagine the machine keeping the car aloft breaking, sending the vehicle down to crush him. The car itself is vintage, a special project that John has been working on for months. The paint is stripped and its mostly bare bones.

Beneath the car, you hear John sigh heavily. He rolls out from under the car, the wheels on the rolling bed squeaking as he does so. When he notices you standing there, he immediately grins.

“Hello, wife,” he croons, sitting up and draping his forearms over his bent knees.

“Hello, husband,” you reply, matching his tone. His smile widens and a warmth blooms in your cheeks. “Thought you could use a break.”

Grinning, he pushes up to standing, crossing his arms over his chest. “What kind of break?”

With boldness in your blood, you reach out and slide your fingers in the belt loops of his dirty jeans. John stumbles forward, nearly knocking into you. That grin briefly transforms into surprise before settling into a sultry smirk.

“Oh, aye. I could use a break.” He leans in, your mouths meeting in a lovingly gentle kiss that warms you right down to your toes. When he breaks apart, that lovely grin is back. “But I’d hate to dirty your pretty skin with my hands.”

You tug on his belt again, smiling. “What if I want to get dirty?”

John laughs, his stained, oiled fingers hovering just shy of your skin. “You sure, love? Because I can do that.” Your answer is a brief yank on his belt. John shakes his head. “I warned you.”

You unthread your fingers and John makes a turn-around gesture. You comply, eagerness in your bones.

“Bend yourself over that table.” John points directly in front of you. It’s a workbench. There are a few tools but they’re off to the side, leaving the middle completely open.

Stepping up to it, you place your hands flat on the surface, bending forward, the angle forcing you up on your toes. John leaves you there. Lingering. Hanging. You have no idea if he’s watching you and enjoying the sight, or if he’s simply turned around and walked right out of the garage.

But you have your answer when John’s voice floats toward you.

“Lift up your dress,” he instructs, some rasp in his tone. He does not touch you, but you feel his presence. He’s close. You swear that you can feel his heat of the backs of your thighs as you reach back with both hands and lift your sundress up to your hips.

You are exposed to him. Utterly bare.

“Fuck. You dirty girl,” croons John, and you know exactly what he sees—or rather, what he doesn’t. “All bare under there. You knew what you were doing. Didn’t you?”

You did. You absolutely did.

Still, John does not touch. You hear the soft crinkle of his jeans as he goes down on his knees behind you, his warm breath brushing lightly against your pussy as he exhales.

“Spread for me a bit.” You shift your legs apart slightly. “Good,” he praises. “Like that.”

The moment you’re in position, John’s tongue parts your pussy with a slow stroke. He begins at your clit, moves upward, dipping the tip of his tongue into your sex before retreating. His hands rest on the table on either side of you, unmoving. Staying true to his word, John isn’t dirtying your pretty skin, but doesn’t mean he might not lose some control and touch you anyway.

Really, that’s what you want after all.

Using just his tongue, John traces circles, swirls up and down your sex, moves in languid motions that have you guessing. Every nerve is burning up like a sparkler. Your husband is teasing you, and fucking enjoying that he’s doing so.

He leaves nothing untouched, nothing untasted. Whimpering, John lightly kisses your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. It’s not nearly enough.

“Stay still,” he chuckles, when your hips buck with wanton irritation. “Let me finish my meal.”

John’s mouth promptly returns, and you know you’re done. Utterly done. Brain dead. Air rapidly leaving a balloon. He sucks on your clit, then penetrates you with his tongue, only to do it all again. With each, he sucks just a bit harder, bordering on painful pleasure.

The next one has you nearly coming off the table.

“I’m gonna fuck you after this, love,” groans John. “Bloody hell, you’re sweet.”

He dives in and your nails dig into the tabletop, your voice cracking as you orgasm. You feel his smile against your flesh before his mouth disappears from it, only to be replaced by the familiar sound of unzipping jeans.

The head of his cock presses at your entrance but doesn’t penetrate. John lightly guides the head back and forth through your slickness, the sound of it echoing loudly in the garage.”

“Will you be a good girl and take it?”

You nod enthusiastically, strands of your hair shifting to stick against the back of your neck. “Yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

With a low moan, John starts to press in, your body not resisting, only wanting him inside. You both groan loudly as he bottoms out. Adjusting, John places his hands firmly above your head, anchoring himself.

He breathes deep, and reaches for your wrists, one at a time, trapping them against the table. John rolls his hips, thrusts lightly against you. It’s the perfect angle. You feel everything.

John increases the pace. Those light, almost shallow thrusts become languid and long, hitting deep when your bodies come together. From there, his thrusts turn sharp, a smacking pace that stings your flesh. You hardly care. John’s cock inside you is heaven, the thing just to ease the lust in your bones.

Every stroke is lovely, sending shivers of pleasure through your limbs. Your little moans become breathy exhales, your words leaving your lips silently, delivered only to the quietness of the air.

John’s head dips, his lips brushes over your exposed shoulder as he continues to thrust. “Gonna come inside you, love.”

It is not a question, and you will always say yes even if he asks.

His last few thrusts shake the table, the legs scaping against the concrete just before John holds his hips flush to yours. The groan as he finishes comes from deep within his throat. It’s a primal sound.

Glancing up, you watch as his grip on your wrists shift. He’s left some of that grease behind from working on the car on your skin. He said he wouldn’t mar it, but he couldn’t resist, and that feels like a victory.

John presses a kiss to your shoulder, and you tilt your head in his direction, seeking his gaze, even as he keeps himself inside you.

“Good break?” you murmur.

John chuckles. “Oh, aye.” He shrugs, nods toward your wrists. “But we need to get clean.”

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angst-after-dark · 4 months ago

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CW: BBU/BBU-ADJACENT SETTING , REFERENCED NONCON, REFERENCED INSTITUTIONALIZATION, OBSESSIVE WHUMPER

Valerian Ainsworth belongs to @wildfae-afterdark

Art credit to @whump-card

For @ailesswhumptober day 19, "I wish I could get you back."

TAGLIST: @siren-of-agony , @girlsjustwannadrawwhump , @gottawhump , @flowersarefreetherapy , @emeraldwhump , @writingbackwards-blog , @winedark-whump @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @oddsconvert (please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist)

AUGUST, 20XX - It’s the start of August, summer is nearly over, but that hasn’t stopped the hydrangeas in front of Valerian Ainsworth’s apartment from blooming. A lover of beauty, Ainsworth has had the gorgeous white flowers, about the size of my hand, plucked and put in a vase. It adorns the table in their front foyer, greeting me as I enter their home for our interview.

Dressed in a floor length, powder blue dress that shimmers every time they move, Ainsworth is as beautiful as ever - the epitome of everything their platform stands for. Thin gold bracelets wrap around their wrists. Since they have a habit of speaking with their hands - “My Italian heritage,” they laugh - they jingle and create a sound that sparkles the same way they do. Their hair is swept away from their face and trailing down their back in soft waves.

Everything about them - from their home, to their attire, to the way they carry themself - is aesthetically pleasing. It’s stunning and I find myself marveling at the differences between their life and mine.

One might think, with how horrifying the accusations against them were, Ainsworth would be emotionally drained and hiding away from the public. However, as they themself have stated over and over, they are a survivor.

While many others would’ve been cowed and buckled at the attention of last year’s trial and their subsequent stint in a rehabilitation facility, Ainsworth has used it to their advantage. They haven’t shied away from talking about their experiences - an experience many have wanted to hear about. Their newly garnered fifty million TikTok and Instagram followers can attest to that.

While they’re not quite a pariah in the online community, they are a controversial figure. And, as we know, controversy sells. It is as lucrative as ever. Their phone buzzes ceaselessly during our interview.

Brand deals, they tell me.

Far from being canceled by any sort of “woke” mob, Ainsworth seems to have fallen upwards and many are happy to see it. The past seems to be forgotten as they sit on the couch in their quiet, Midtown apartment.

It isn’t.

The past is the sole purpose of my visit. Getting a peek behind the carefully curated persona and digging into the ugly truth.

VALERIAN AINSWORTH: Thank you for giving me the opportunity to tell my truth. It’s truly difficult to understand what really went on with all the stories floating around. There’s been so much of a focus on legal procedure; there hasn’t been a chance to focus on all the things that truly matter.

NESTA ROBERTS: The trial did seem pretty brutal. There was a lot of evidence put forth. Some things looked like they were difficult to sit through. Was there anything the lawyers, your lawyers, failed to mention during their closing arguments that you think would’ve helped your case?

VALERIAN AINSWORTH: Absolutely. I had a decent legal team and I’m so grateful for the work they put into my case but they spent so much time on my past, on things that happened with my parents, they failed to mention how deeply I care for Christopher Wickham.

NR: You’re speaking of care, present tense. Not cared, past tense?

VA, laughing a bit sadly: Yes, care, present tense and perhaps it’s a bit foolish. I know - I know, now, that my love won’t be returned but the heart wants what it wants. I was always taught to follow my heart’s desire wherever it may lead me. Unfortunately, I wasn't taught boundaries to go along with that but I'm learning those now.

NR: Yes, of course. My heart’s desire often leads me into another pint of Rocky Road Ice Cream whether it's good for me or not. Now, a lot of people are very curious. Why Wickham? What drew you to him in the first place?

VA: At first, it was because of their connection to another old friend, Peyton Montgomery but once I met Wicky, Wickham, once I got to know them and that mind behind those adorable curls, I couldn't look away. They truly captured my heart. They’re incredible, stubborn, strong, gentle, funny, and so very kind. He’s a sweetheart who always made time for me and, as you heard in the trial, I’m not accustomed to being a priority in someone’s life. It was a whirlwind and I will always be grateful to Wicky for showing me what that feels like. I wish I could get him back.

NR: They do sound like a catch. What about Peyton Montgomery? Do you still have feelings for him as well?

VA: Peyton was….He was my first love and in some ways, your first love never leaves you. I still care for him deeply, but….not in the same way I once did. He’s very different from the person I spent Hampton summers with. It’s truly bittersweet but I will always hold a fondness for him in my heart. [LAUGHS] Peyton and I always got into a bit of trouble back then. It was more of a crush, puppy love, if you will. I grew up with Peyton. He was someone familiar and safe but we weren't compatible. It was never something that could be longterm - not like it was with Wicky.

NR: Okay, Valerian. I have to ask because there have been several theories surrounding your case and you know how the internet gets. Wickham’s case against you, his allegations, have made both of you quite popular - you’re practically a household name. Quite a few people followed the trial on TikTok, Twitter, Facebook, other social media platforms….

VA: …Yes. I was….that was very unexpected. I’m just a person in love. I truly wasn't looking for infamy or clout or anything and if I could’ve avoided putting our relationship out there, I would have. It was a sweet, private thing. Wicky was the one who wanted to take everything to the media.

NR: Wasn't there a text on your phone saying you would send Wickham’s nudes to the media if they didn't do what you wanted?

VA: I never would have done that, Nesta. As I said, it was a sweet, private thing. Something Wicky blew out of proportion. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have said that but couples have their issues and often say things they don't mean. As much I love them, as happy as I was in our relationship, it was far from perfect.

NR: There have been theories that your obsession with Wickham was actually revenge for your old friend. The theories state that everything that passed between you two was to punish Wickham for keeping your first love as a Romantic.

VA [LAUGHS]: Oh God! Hardly. I suppose there will always be people who look for the worst light to cast someone in. No, I was never looking for revenge. I was just…lonely. I had lost the woman I felt would be my forever. I lost my pet. I lost everything I felt made me, well, me. I read too much into passing kindnesses and fell in love with a man who pretended to love me back. I’m sure everyone has been through something similar when looking for a rebound.

NR: Have you heard from your ex, did you hear from her at all while you were pursuing Wickham?

VA: No. She only loved my money. Once that was gone, so was she. I did see her on social media every once in a while; It was clear that she’d moved on rather easily. I suppose that’s another mistake I made.

NR: Oh?

VA: Yes. I trusted the wrong person but I’ve learned. Life has a way of showing you who your true support is and I’d like to take a moment to thank my fans on social media, on Instagram, Twitter (I refuse to call it X), Tiktok, who have sent me love and encouragement everyday. They have been my true cheerleaders. I know, whether Wicky and I work out our issues or not, I’m blessed to have my fans.

NR: Is there anything you’d like to say to your ex, anything you’d like her to know?

VA [SMILES]: Oh yes, of course. If she hadn't abandoned me when things were looking their worst, I wouldn’t know what real love is. [THEY GESTURE TO THEIR SURROUNDINGS] I suppose I have her to thank for all of this.

Valerian Ainsworth is a person obsessed with beauty, with appearance, with aesthetics. In this age of perfectly made up influencers and social media driven lives, they're a master of their craft. Every part of their life has been carefully curated, especially their honesty and vulnerability. One has to wonder if they are their own target audience. Is it truly authenticity if you believe your own stories? Where does the craft end and the person begin? Do they even know? We certainly don't.

#whump #bbu #pet whump #referenced noncon #referenced institutionalization #ailesswhumptober2024 #“i wish i could get you back.”#public whump #epistalory whump #obsessive whumper

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wearelondonhq · 4 months ago

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MASQUERADE BALL!

Welcome and enjoy the party.”

“What a gorgeous mask.”

“Your ensemble seems very macabre. Was that intentional?”

“I don’t know how she gets around in those skirts.”

“Fashion does not have to ignore functionality.”

“The band is on its third waltz now.”

“Did you see the way those waitresses moved? It’s like they’re gliding… or maybe they’re floating.”

“I thought the fog was just part of the ambiance, but it feels… alive, doesn’t it?”

“Keep your mask on tight. They said anyone without one… well, we don’t want to find out what happens.”

"What is that.. is that.. blood?"

"Are you.. hurt..? what happened..?"

“Look at those faces in the portraits—do they look familiar to you? I swear I’ve seen them before.”

“Why does the music sound so… mournful? It’s like they’re playing for the dead.”

“You feel that chill, right? It’s not just me? Something’s off about this place.”

“I heard someone say the last ball ended in tragedy. What do you think happened to them?”

“We should stick together. If someone disappears in that fog, who knows if they’ll ever come back.”

“Did you see that shadow? It slipped behind the curtain… I thought it was just a trick of the light.”

“This masquerade feels more like a trap. What if we’re being watched right now?”

“I wonder who that benefactor really is. What kind of twisted mind would throw a ball like this?”

“What’s the deal with the food? I can’t even tell what half of this is supposed to be.”

“I have a feeling those who didn’t get in are lucky. We might be the ones in danger...”

“Are you sure we should even be here? I don’t like the way everyone is staring at us.”

“Clashing with the theme as per usual, I see.”

“I don’t understand why we’re wearing masks. Everyone knows who everyone else is anyway.”

“This is just an event to flaunt money and self-importance.”

“Don’t go wandering off. It’s like a pack of ravenous wolves who will pick off whoever they deem a weak link.”

“Care for a dance?”

“This outfit is extremely uncomfortable.”

“Your mask matches your eyes.”

“Are those peacock feathers on their mask? Every time they turn they hit someone with them.”

“Let’s sneak out and get away from the crowd.”

“Do you know a place we can get away from all the noise?”

“It’s pretty obvious I don’t belong here.”

“High society isn’t really my thing.”

“Are there always this many snobs at events like this?”

“I can’t wait to get home and get out of this.”

“My mask itches.”

“Did you really think hiding your cheek bones was going to fool anyone?”

“Have we met before?”

“Are you sure I don’t know you?”

“Your eyes are absolutely captivating.”

“May I have this dance?”

“You look positively enchanting this evening.”

“I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.”

“These skirts make it so hard to move.”

“Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.”

“You look quite ravishing in that dress.”

“You look quite handsome in that suit.”

“Can I see your face?”

“Champagne?”

“My feet are killing me.”

“I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.”

“Can you guess who I am under here?”

“I’d compliment your beauty, but I can’t see it under there. You’ll have to accept my compliments to your mask instead, it’s quite lovely.”

“I can’t hear you through that mask. Did you really have to choose one that covers your mouth?”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Do you know who she is?”

“Do you know who he is?”

“You’re very light on your feet.”

“Ow! It’s like you have two left feet.”

“I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Who cares if you’re a good dancer? Have fun! No one will know it’s you anyway!”

“No one’s asked me to dance all night…”

“I feel like I’m in a dream!”

“How did I ever let you talk me into coming here?”

“I prefer watching from the sidelines to participating.”

“You’ve spent the entire evening at the snack table.”

“Please. What is your name? I want to see you again.”

“If I guess your identity, you owe me a dance. Deal?”

“At least the food is worth the hassle of dressing up.”

“Are you here for business or pleasure?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize they handed out invitations to just anyone.”

“What a hideous mask.”

“Look, we match.”

“You looked like a server, my apologies.”

“I don’t know why I accepted the invitation.”

“These shoes pinch uncomfortably.”

"“This whole affair is rather tacky, isn’t it?”

"The only thing that'd make this night more perfect is a kiss from you.."

“Help me escape them. They keep following me around.”

“Don’t think that this is some fairy-tale that will end in happily ever after.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to dance.”

“Dance with me?"

#wal:memeday #wal:event05

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wrenramblings · 1 year ago

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girlhood

a poem about growing up under the patriarchy and how…weirdly saccharine and subtle it feels. for a while, anyway. thank you for reading I love you

Before he was a boy he was a child, but she had always been a girl.

She learned it like language, her side of the line— there was no linear study, no moment it clicked, no conscious separation of consonant and vowel.

Like language she was immersed and floating from her first inhale, from her first sound.

She hadn’t the words to describe it then: all stuff of life was hunger and satiation and pain, so yes let’s call it hunger.

They look at her and they are hungry.

For what, she doesn’t know but she is stronger than her cousins (boys, or more precisely, children) and that she knows well.

She has wrestled them to the ground and she has quelled their crying more times than she can count,

but in the world of pretend where she is free to fly if she dreams it, she assumes the role of the damsel without prompt.

Watches her cousins sword-fight from cardboard castle windows and to the grown-ups, those rough and rowdy children are small athletes,

but she is a girl, so when vintage dolls are excavated from the basement they are excavated for her, and to her own resentment she knows exactly how to play.

She plays differently when the grown-ups are around.

At her great-grandmother’s funeral, her cousins (boys, or more precisely, children) are dressed in suits unbecoming of youth and they sit in church quietly learning to grieve.

At her great-grandmother’s funeral, her mother teaches her that girls in dresses must cross their legs while sitting

and she says, they’re doing it! pointing to her cousins but mom says they are allowed to spread their legs because they are boys,

and people are always trying to get her to slow dance.

She does not want her grandfather to teach her how to slow dance,

not after he taught her cousins (boys, or more precisely, children) how to drive his little boat through the shimmering chop.

She rode in the back that day pink life vest sun beating down and waited her turn, for she is a girl and she has never been a child, so surely—

but her turn never comes,

she does not learn to drive a boat, she is not invited on the long hikes, she is not taught to play ping-pong, or foosball, or pool, she is not privy to conversations about sports and politics.

By the time she realizes there is a door, it is already closed.

Locks hands with a friend on the playground, innocent as spring, and a group of boys (or more precisely, children) tail her endlessly making smooching noises embarrassing her for a love she doesn’t feel,

and when she does fall in love, early schoolyard love, he tells her girls shouldn’t jump off rocks and she falls instantly out of it.

Sentiments repeated as she ages, do you have a boyfriend yet? such a pretty girl, just like the ones I dated in college— substantial though, not a small thing, are you?

Her cousins are asked polite questions about school and work.

She comes of age and what most strikes her is that there is no difference between girlhood and womanhood, no fucking difference at all—

gender, sexuality, etiquette, even the soft, tenuous topic of her young body:

they have been on the table from the very beginning, from her first inhale, from her first sound, exhibited like a rosy-hued feast.

They look at her and they are hungry.

She emerged one night, long ago, in pajamas so neon pink they burned with sunset-fire, and she was proud enough to hold her head high.

Her grandfather laughed and said, girl, they’ll see you coming from a mile away.

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eflen-n-reegee · 1 year ago

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Field Trip to the Museum of Science and Industry (Chicago, IL)

Hi hi! My family decided to get a membership to MSI, so here’s a little self-insert fic! As usual, the reader is an age regressor and the author is their caregiver. All pictures were taken by me. Brief mentions of Pompeii are included, just FYI. Hope you enjoy! :)

Alright kiddo, are you ready for the museum? You’re right, it’s not the one we usually visit - we’re going to the science museum today!

Alright, careful on the escalator… And here we are! What do you think? Yeah, it is a little noisy today. Are you okay? Of course we can take a break, whenever you need to. Now, what would you like- Oh, you’re right! Let’s look over there!

How do you think they got so many airplanes up on the ceiling? It must have been tricky… Yeah, maybe a crane!

Can you read what that sign up there says? Good job, ‘Queen of Speed’. I guess this train is pretty fast. Not as fast as my kiddo… I know I’m being silly, but you CAN be pretty quick.

Which do you like better, the big trains or the little ones? I think the little trains are pretty cool. And these models show trains traveling all over the country - look, Chicago’s over here!

Before we go see the Pompeii exhibit, come over here. I want to show you something… I know, they’re pretty cute, aren’t they? No, sorry sweetheart, you can’t pet them. But we can look at them and watch them playing.

Now, we’re not going to go to the other part of the exhibit today. Because the other part is a little scary. Pompeii was a city that was destroyed by a volcano, and the other part has a little movie about the eruption. I know you’re a brave kid, but I really don’t think we should go see it today. Maybe when you’re older, alright? Oh, don’t pout, silly bug. We can still look around here and see what Pompeii was like before it was destroyed. What do you think of the statue?

The weather exhibit has a lot of fun stuff - look, it’s a little tornado! Now tell me, what do we do if there’s a REAL tornado? Go to the basement, exactly! You’re so smart.

Here, turn this little prism and look there… Yes, you made the rainbow move! Good job, sweetie.

Alright, when the Tesla coil turns on, it’s going to be very loud. Are you ready? Three, two… Wow! Isn’t that neat? Look at the lightning!

Oh, there’s the plane we saw downstairs! I didn’t notice the people inside before. Mannequins? Are you sure? Well, if that’s what you say, it must be true!

What cool clothes. A coat that can bark, a dress that lights up… Oh wow, look at these neat backpacks! I wonder if we could find one for you…

The Idea Factory is quiet today. Would you like to go inside for a few minutes? No, I think it’s okay. Come on. Look at all the cool machines!

Ooh, I think I like this the best. See, when you press the button all these cool little things go up and then float down - like a giant sensory bottle!

I love the I Spy hallway! In every display, there’s a list of things to find… Look, a mad scientist! Think we can find all the hidden things in the lab?

Wow, this is a pretty cool farm, huh? Look at all the cows! I’m going to see if I can take you to a real farm sometime. Cows are beautiful animals, and it’d be great to see a real one up close.

Oh, this is my favorite part of the whole museum - the Fairy Castle. Isn’t it amazing? It’s like a giant, magical dollhouse…

Can I tell you a secret, sweetheart? The castle makes me a little sad. Well, because it’s so big and so cool, and I wish I could take it home and keep it. You’re right, that wouldn’t be fair - so many other people love it too, and they’d be sad if they couldn’t look at it anymore. But that’s still how I feel, and it’s okay. It’s always okay to feel things, you just have to be careful about what you do.

Ooh, this is pretty neat. This pendulum shows how the Earth is always spinning! It always swings in the same direction, but because the Earth is moving, it looks like the pendulum is moving!

Alright, I think it’s time we head home. Did you have a fun day, sweetheart? That makes me happy.

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poltergeist-coffee · 1 year ago

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Kidnapping²

Tubbo can't be stopped

Yeah, TMA looks cool, I have no idea if what the entities are but it sounds cool as hell

Philza really looked at us and asked "is anybody gonna give them depression?" And didn't wait for an answer

But yeah, Cellbit probably just wanted to help to decorate spawn, you guys don't that for Halloween?We don't have Halloween on Brazil, we don't know how it works/j

I can understand you about being shy about ships, but like, for almost anything I do

But dw, nobody is going to judge you pacman duo is fun, be it platonic or romantic

The question is: why not like pacman duo?

But about the gods of qsmp...

I think Kristin's desing is a mutual consent

Black veil in a hat, a lot of purple

But she deserves the galaxy aesthetic, it looks really cool and pretty and I think it fits the whole goddess of death vibe

And Mine, well, first I want to talk about cc Mike because he has pink hair like her and I think is cute they match:)

I don't know, but everytime I try to imagine her I aways think about some sort of sun aura if that even makes sense

I imagine those dress that are kinda loose but have something tying the waist and without sleeves that are hold by... That ring around on the neck? (Does that make sense? I'm currently can't find any image to help me) and maybe some gold bracelets? I dunno when I think of her I imagine pink, white and gold(because I think it matches with pink)

But I think that she wears a ring with a creeper face carved on it that Mike gave her :)

I've seen some Kari's designs where she has a lantern but I not quite sure for the rest

I've seen some HC that she's the goddess of the impossible, wich... Makes thing kinda hard for me at least

Like, what's is something that would fit that criteria?

The most I have is that I think she would wears braids, like those really intricated and complex braids because I think they are pretty

Taking advantage of the fact that we are talking about the gods of the qsmp to return to the subject of the Cellbit's discord

I think they are some sort of being with -how know how many - thousands? Minds

The chaos and, well, discord of so many minds crashing with different ideas and thoughts not aligned with human morals

Thinking about how would they look is kinda fun, like, how many faces could a creature like this have? Would them even be something the human mind would be able to process? Or it would collapse by simply seeing someone like that?

I think fictional religions and gods are fun to think about

- 🍽️

ramblings below vv

tried to draw some of the ideas you had :3c this one above is a drawing of Mine i did before. it’s inspired by her mc skin which is very pink, i think that’s one of the ways you’d be able to tell when she’s possessing mike because his skin will turn pink like hers and one of his pupils will also change to look like a flower/star!!

i think because for a while kari was faceless she wouldn’t have a very distinct face as a goddess? or like it’s always changing so she never looks the same because she’s like “impossible” so it’s always changing but the one thing that’s the same about her is her colors (lots of red and yellows) and that she has very intricate braiding in her hair. i also think she has like a billion hands. they don’t have to be connected to her but sort of like a biblically accurate angel she has a billion hands sort of floating around her at all times lol

YEES I LOVE FICTIONAL RELIGION/GODS THEYRE SUPER FUN TO THINK ABOUT!! on another server i liked they made Prime a god (like Prime subs on Twitch) because one of the members said it so much which i thought was really fun. Prime was like the common god/religion on that server

anyways cellbits discord!! i think it would be cool if it was like shadows? just like darkness that surrounds someone but if yiu look and listen closely enough you can hear a billion different voices and eyes watching you, especially if you’re doing puzzles then it’s way easier to spot them. they’re not able to take on many forms because there’s just so many of them as one “being” so unless they can all agree they stay as just shadows.

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon #🎨 my art

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motownfiction · 2 years ago

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homecoming

Sadie’s a true romantic. As such, she always spent a lot of time dreaming about school dances. From the second she was allowed to attend them (the end of sixth grade, when the junior high threw a dance for sixth graders only), she thought about how the perfect dance would go. She’d wear a beautiful dress, either green or blue, and she’d dance with Daniel. It never mattered that she was taller. It only mattered that she loved him. She could turn that into a great dance.

Semesters, years, and dances went by. Sadie attended all of them, but Daniel was never her date. She never even snagged him away for one dance, one little sway, even in the corner of the gym. But this year is going to be different. This year, they’re seniors. This year, they’re girlfriend and boyfriend. This year, Daniel DeLuca is Sadie Doyle’s date for the homecoming dance.

But this year, Daniel DeLuca is voted on the homecoming court.

And Sadie Doyle is most definitely not.

Everybody says it’s all well and good. People on the homecoming court can have dates who are not. Most of them do, as a matter of fact. But Sadie doesn’t care what the rules are. She cares that she just got the boy she loves, and now, he’s homecoming royalty.

Will and Sam tease Daniel about this without mercy. None of them are supposed to be on the homecoming court, the prom court, or the student council. They’re not supposed to do anything flashy or productive for St. Catherine’s, the oppressive institution that can excuse racism but draws the line at an untucked shirt. Even Lucy’s glad not to be their valedictorian after all. But here’s Daniel, with no choice but to don a pretty white sash and smile and wave on top of a homecoming float. It’s funny, actually. Hilarious. So long as you’re not Sadie, who has to watch him sit on top of that float in between Kim Campbell and Gina Lumetta, both girls Daniel burned through before making his way to her.

Daniel promises her it’s just a formality. He doesn’t really want to do it, but it doesn’t even seem like an option to refuse. He tells Sadie it’s just one night of their lives, and they’ll have plenty more without sashes, crowns, and weird floats. Sadie believes him – really, she does – but that doesn’t take the sting out of her chest when she sees Kim put her hand on Daniel’s shoulder.

She was hoping she wouldn’t be the jealous type.

On the night of the homecoming dance, the members of the court are supposed to dance with each other. Their faculty advisor, Mrs. Quimby, picked the song: “Forever Young,” Alphaville, in a move so transparent, you’d almost miss it. And when it starts, when the homecoming royalty parades down the gym floor, Daniel is arm in arm with Gina. He starts to dance with her.

And then he doesn’t.

And then the music stops.

Sadie’s breath hitches a little. She looks around the room and finds Sam with the DJ, throwing her the biggest “thumbs up” of his life. The music comes back on, but it’s not Alphaville anymore.

You always won every time you placed a bet ...

It’s “Still the Same.”

It’s “Still the Same,” and Daniel is asking Sadie for this dance.

“I really shouldn’t have doubted you,” Sadie says.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Daniel laughs. “You think the guys who stole the Millennium Falcon couldn’t pull this off?”

“Well, yeah, but didn’t you want to dance with Gina?”

“No.”

“But …”

“No.”

Sadie smiles. She draws Daniel closer to her. It doesn’t matter that Mrs. Quimby is giving Sam more detention than he can handle, that the rest of the homecoming court is freaking out, or that Daniel is even shorter when Sadie wears heels. He did this for her. And she has nothing to hide.

#drabble #ch: sadie doyle #ch: daniel deluca #ship: still the same #year: 1984

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yestrnight · 4 months ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PURI☆PURI HEALING CUM GO! magical girl! childe / fem! reader

SUBJECT: oh no! while fighting the big bad monster, pure☆aqua accidentally let you, a civillian, get caught in the crossfire! before you transform into one of the baddie's goons, pure☆aqua needs to give you a magical girl's cum before it's too late!

ATTACHED: kinktober 2024 masterlist

( reader n childe are switches, age gap: reader is nearing 30s and childe is college-aged, throatfúcking, perversion, theyre both perverts tbh, i switch between calling childe a magical girl n boy cuz hes both in a way yanno )

Most times in Lovey♡Dovey City, everything is all right in the world.

It’s a city overrun by dreaming and fashionable youths, appearing on magazine covers in their tweens and even designing for companies in their high school years. Handsome young men vie for pretty young girls who smile and giggle sweetly whenever they pull out a confession in the streets, and everyone just walks by like it’s nothing. Because it is nothing. This happens almost every day and no one bats an eye at it.

Except for you, who’s been role-assigned as the tired corporate slave who’s this close to losing their mind if you have to stomach another stupid fucking confession.

Aside from the vomit-inducing PDA that you have to tolerate every single day, Lovey♡Dovey City is pretty much a utopia to live in. The people are nice (except you), shops like to give away free things (you’ve been living off your neighborhood bakery’s bread), and they’re all pretty much attractive. It’s a city where people actually do what they need to do for the community, which includes you, because every functional society is backed by some sort of capitalist system. Hell, even the police try to do the best they can. Which isn’t much, but you can’t blame them.

Because once in a while, monsters overrun the city like it’s their goddamn place. And the police can’t do much about it because these monsters are freaking skyscrapers and their masters (dressed in black and dark purple and atrociously edgy makeup) all float and shoot off magical beams and cackle evil witch laughs. Yes, this is normal. You’re actually watching another evil entity looming over the city with a goon seated on their shoulder, munching on your bread like it’s no big deal. The majority of the people run and scream like the monster’s actually gonna do something, but you and a few others stay behind to watch the show that’s about to unfold.

“In the name of Love, the Pure☆Pures have come to stop you!” A girly voice shouts. You can barely make them out, standing on the edge of a building, but their voice magically resounds through the city. There are three of them today, and they’re clutching something to their chests as they bravely stare down the monster and its master.

“Come on, everyone! Let’s stop them!” The leader urges the other two, raising the star wand high in the air. “Pure☆Pure, ignite!”

Flash and sparkle ensue, and you and the other peasants down below gawk at the transformation sequence. They’re all glittery and pretty, as always, and while it is a sight to behold you always find yourself musing why the enemy just waits. Like, they’re right there. Naked save for strobes of light that will eventually turn into their sparkly sailor costumes. Of course, you don’t have any say in the matter, not when the Pure☆Pures are always saving your city from so-and-so evil organizations. Instead, you continue munching on your bread as they finish up their little show.

“Sweet as pie, Pure☆Cherry!” That’s this generation’s leader, always in pink, just like her predecessors. She's fresh-faced and youthful, probably in her first year of high. What’s with these teens and fighting magical monsters, anyway? In high school, you were just playing at the arcade or goofing around like stupid kids do. You know, doing ordinary stuff and not saving the world.

“Stars, shine on me! Pure☆Twinkle!” This one is clad in yellow, hair a blazing sunset orange that you think is supposed to mimic a comet’s trail. She’s always upping the fanservice for the onlookers, so she’s amassed herself a bigger fan following than the others. There’s some people squealing beside you, furiously snapping away at their pictures, and you’re not quite sure how to feel when she looks barely legal.

“Ocean tides, rage! Pure☆Aqua!” Ah, yes, the most controversial one of this generation. Because he was male. Magical boys aren’t a new concept, but everyone until now was always… feminine in stature. So people managed to overlook that when they were just as cute as the rest of the magical girls. But this one was, well. You squinted your eyes as Pure☆Aqua launched forward and delivered a swift kick to the monster’s face. He was very muscled; god-like thighs made even more so prominent by the frilly blue skirt he donned and the heavy chest attracting gazes with the boob window. This one was also older, probably in their college years.

So no one’s going to call you a freak if you found him sorta hot, right? You’re not even thirty yet!

The other girls barrage the monster with sparkly magic stuff. Pure☆Cherry swishes her wand and after a mini light-show reveals a… grenade launcher. Archons, what happened to the good-ol’ cutesy bow and arrow? She makes a leap back and shouts “Take this…! Cherry♡Bomb♡Love!”

Pure☆Twinkle follows up the very, very pink attack with her rapier, running up the monster’s arm and leaping into the air. “Star☆Cut!” You’ve long opted to think that those aren’t actually real stars falling from the sky and are just illusions as she summons a whole backdrop of them to chop off the monster’s arm. The huge thing lets out a pained roar, flailing about as their arm vanishes into nothing. That’s the thing with these magical girl fights. Where the hell was the blood?! Or is it because these things are just visualized concepts of “humanity’s evil” or whatever explanation they feed to the masses that they don’t really have guts to spill?

“And here’s the final blow!” Pure☆Aqua yells out, launching himself into the air. He swings his arm back, concentrating all the force in his fist and grits his teeth. “Tiiidallll! Raaaage!”

He delivers a swift uppercut to the monster, with all the force and fury of a young man in his early 20s. There’s no sparkly effects, hell, no water illusions just to match the theme to accompany the blow. That was just an uppercut with a tacky name slapped on top, and you let out a low whistle as pure brawn and no magic cuts through the chest and evaporates the thing. In midair, Pure☆Twinkle stomps her foot and puffs out her cheeks. “Cute!! Do you not understand what cute means?!” She complains at the sheepish Pure☆Aqua. “What’s the point of being a magical girl if you keep throwing punches and no cuteness!”

“I got the job done, didn’t I?” Pure☆Aqua complains, flying next to her. Pure☆Cherry also approaches the two of them with a nervous look on her face, as if afraid of another fight breaking out. “Besides, I think I’m cute enough as it is!”

Pure☆Twinkle wrinkles her nose at him and gags. “Yeah, right! You musclehead! When we’re done with this I’m going to beat cuteness into you!!”

“L-Lumi— I mean Twinkle! I think Aqua did a good job as it is,” Pure☆Cherry nervously tries to mediate. “You don’t have to be so hard on him!”

“Oh, don’t spoil him, Nil– Cherry! He’s bad enough as it is!”

They ignore the aghast goon in favor of even more bickering and you can see the vein popping on his forehead as he continues to be ignored by the magical girls. “You…!!!” He points an indignant finger at three triumphant magical girls (and boy). “Loss after loss after loss! Lady Celestia is going to beat the living lights outta me if I don’t report back something good!”

“And that’s our problem, how?” Pure☆Aqua snorts, hands on hips because even he can have the sass of a teenage girl when he feels like it.

The goon laughs maniacally, floating higher in the air as purple currents wrap his body and continue to grow bigger and bigger. The tiny hairs on your nape rise, and the people who stayed behind finally think that this is the best time to make a run for it. “Oh, I’ll give you a problem, alright!” They laugh, sneering at the magical girls as their power comes to a climax. “I’m not goin’ back until I make a mess out of this stupid city!”

Finally, the goon’s power explodes, sending purple shockwaves throughout the city. You feel the ground shake beneath your feet, sending you flat on your ass. You couldn’t run if you wanted to, not with purple projectiles showering everywhere like a meteor shower. The girls are doing their best to fend it off, but not everyone can be saved. Especially you, flat on the ground and staring dumbly at an incoming purple ball. Well, this was fun, you think as the light burns into your retinas. You got to see your favorite Pure☆Pure in action and his muscled thighs, so this was a life well-lived.

You feel the impact on your skin and you squeeze your eyes tight to brace yourself for the incoming pain. It’s… hot. But not burning-alive hot that you thought would be, but rather a feverish heat that eats your body alive and turns your head all woozy. You squeeze your thighs together and curl into yourself, trying to get a bearing of your senses. You don’t know what the evil man’s plan is. Is your death supposed to be a slow process?

“... lright? You alright?” You can barely process the worried questions barraging your ear as cotton seems to stuff your ear. You blearily open your eyes, still curled on the ground, and— oh. In your face is a chestful of pecs, framed by the heart-shaped boob window of your favorite Pure☆Pure. Hallucinations? Did this curse give you hallucinations? Because this might be the best fucking hallucination you could get so far.

“Mmm… nice,” you mumble, leaning into the hand of the Pure☆Pure cupping your face.

“Not nice!” Pure☆Aqua cries as he checks your forehead’s feverish temperature. “You’ve gotten hit by a curse! You need to be healed, quick!”

“Heal…?” You feel for the hand on your head and let out a grunt once you confirm that Pure☆Aqua is actually not a hallucination. “Oh. Uh, how?”

Even through your bleary eyesight, you can make out the blush on Pure☆Aqua’s cheeks as he bites his lip and squirms. “Um, well… You… You need a magical girl’s, uh, magic. To purify the Evil League’s curse. But to do that we need to go somewhere… somewhere private. I can’t have you take it on the asphalt!”

“Take me away then, Pure☆Aqua,” you murmur, clinging onto Pure☆Aqua as he carries you bridal-style. Letting yourself take advantage of the situation and lean into his firm chest, you grin stupidly at the handsome face of your favorite magical girl. “I’m all yours for today.”

Biting down a grin, Pure☆Aqua shakes his head and flees the scene.

“A magical girl’s wand contains all their Pure☆Essence, which you need to take if we want to purify you,” Pure☆Aqua explains after he’s settled you on a bed. The room he’s found is suspiciously pink, with tacky hearts taking up the space wherever you look, but you’re not exactly in the right headspace to process that as you groan weakly. “It’s a long and lengthy process, however, so please bear with it, alright?”

“Magical girl’s wand, huh?” You mumble, looking up at Pure☆Aqua’s guilty expression. “All right,” you sigh and close your eyes as try to relax your feverish body. “Hit me with it.”

“Okay,” Pure☆Aqua murmurs and you hear him inhale deeply and perch himself on top of your legs. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” You don’t know why he’s so apologetic. You were the stupid one who wanted to enjoy a show and not run away, therefore getting hit by a curse in the process. He was just doing his job as a Pure☆Pure, so you don’t—

Something hits your abdomen. Something hard… and fleshy. You peek open one eye and almost choke on your spit.

Kneeling above you, Pure☆Aqua lifts his skirt up to reveal his curved and erect cock hard against his stomach. You’re shocked out of your feverish stupor as you eye the angry veins running on his cock and the pearly precum drooling from the slit. He licks his lips as he watches your face, blushing deeply as he feels your intense gaze on his dick. He’s trying so, so hard to be professional. This is a magical girl’s job, after all! But he revels in your attention and shakes his dick just to see your gaze follow left and right to the rhythm of the swing.

“When you said magical girl’s wand… I thought you meant…” You swallow dryly as you follow his swaying cock. “I thought you meant the one you used to transform. Not, uh…”

“Not this wand?” He rubs the tip of his dick before pushing it down, letting you watch as he releases it and feels the slap against his abdomen. “Do you like it, pretty miss? Miss [Your Name]?”

You blink dumbly at him, your mouth falling agape. “Whuh? Huh? How did you—?”

He giggles, crawling over to your chest until he sees the shadow of his cock on your face. “Oh come on, big sis. You really don’t think I wouldn’t notice my most adoring fan? The one who comes late to work whenever a big fight breaks out just to watch me?” He lightly taps your lips with it, and you let out a shaky breath to which he whines at. “Your eyes always watching me… not on Cherry or Twinkle or Melody or Passion but me. It made me so happy, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it ♡” You feel his member throb on your cheek and gulp. Oh you can definitely imagine it, alright.

This feels all too unreal. One moment you were watching Pure☆Aqua from afar, content on only ever seeing him at a distance. Then the next you were bridal-carried into some sort of sketchy love hotel with your favorite magical girl’s dick slapped on your face. His hungry eyes looked at your eagerly as he lifted his skirt higher to show you everything.

One thing caught your attention and before your impulse control could even do something, you and your big stupid mouth blurted out, “You’re… wearing normal underwear.”

Pure☆Aqua blinks and stares at you blankly, before erupting into laughter. “Wha~at? Were you expecting something else, big sis?”

“I dunno…” You mumble, fingering the band of his white briefs. “Something with a ribbon, frills… something that matches your magical girl costume.” You pull the elastic band and grin mischievously when it slaps against his taut balls. “Something cute.”

He returns your naughty grin and giggles as he slips them off. “You big per~vert. I like it.” He boops you on the nose, leaning in close until you can feel the breath on your lips. “Next time, I’ll make sure to cater to your needs, okay?”

There’ll be a next time, you think in a daze when Pure☆Aqua backs himself up again and smears precum all over your lips. “Alright, time for the first injection~! Say ah~♡”

The corniness of the plot isn’t lost on you, but you find yourself not caring at all when you part your lips for the opportunity to taste your favorite boy’s cock. You wrap your lips around the head only, tracing the tongue around the tip as you watch his shallow breathing. You press gentle kisses on it and grin when he keens and squirms too much, clearly holding himself back from shoving the entire length in. When he thinks that you’re finally about to swallow the whole in, you sloppily suck on the tip before pulling away with a pop.

He pouts at you, breathing hard as he weakly glares. “Big sis, you need to take my cum in if you wanna get healed, you know?”

You give him a cheeky grin, pressing another kiss to his weeping slit as you snicker. “You can’t blame me for having a lil bit of fun. You are my favorite, after all.”

He huffs a laugh. “Very naughty. But patients shouldn’t be playing around with their medicine, you know? So open up properly this time, okay~?”

His broad shoulders shudder when he slips half of his length into your mouth. “I’ll go slow for now,” he tells you, but his knees are shaking so bad that you fear that he’ll buckle and slam the whole thing into you. Not that you’re opposed to him just slamming it in… but you haven’t sucked dick in ages (damn overtime work) and you want to savor the feeling of his heat filling your mouth. As you feel his precum trickle down your throat, the fuzziness of your head starts to clear a little and you marvel at how his cum was actually doing… magic. Healing cum, you think, clutching onto his soft ass as you struggle to take his length. What kind of shit hentai am I in?

Your choked slurping and sucking rattle in your skull as you move back and forth on his dick, eyes rolling backward whenever it twitches in your throat. It’s like it has a heart of its own, with the way it keeps twitching in you. Above you, Pure☆Aqua bites into a frilly gloved hand, little moans and whines escaping him as he tries his best to control himself. Ah, the impatience of youth. Always so ready to go fast without a second’s thought.

“‘m sorry, miss, but I— urgh— I gotta!” His hands bunch your hair in his palm as he gives you a desperate look. “I can’t do this anymore!”

Using your hair as a handle, he slams you all the way down to his balls, and you fall limp as Pure☆Aqua starts fucking your mouth for his own pleasure. The veins running on the side of his dick slide against your soft tongue and gosh, your mouth’s so fuckin’ warm and wet that it’s making him go crazy. Over the wet and sloppy sounds of him ruining your throat, his moans are music to your ears— his boyish pitch keening in high moans and desperate pants as he tries his best not to cum too early. His dick twitches, making you splutter as he pulls out before slamming it in again, and his toned thighs shake as his slams get even rougher.

“Close, s’ close,” he whimpers. “Oh gosh, miss, miss, I’m gonna—!”

He lets out a high-pitched mewl, leaning forward into your mouth as he spurts his thick cum down your throat. It’s a heavy one, so thick that it leaves you gagging and spluttering as his load invades your throat. When he finally pulls it out— fuck, he could feel himself getting hard again. It’s an absolutely filthy sight— his hardening cock connected to your lips with a trail of spit and cum, your eyes absolutely fucked out as you cough and recover from the recent assault. He giggles when the trail finally breaks and leaves a mess on your chin, which he wipes away with his thumb and presses it to your tongue. Unconsciously, you find yourself swirling your tongue around the messy thumb and pulling away with a loud pop, grinning in a daze as you stick out your tongue for him to inspect.

“You swallowed it all,” he says softly, sounding proud as he pushes back your sweaty fringe. “With that, you’ll be all good to go.”

“But I still don’t feel too well,” you pout, taking his hand in yours and tangling your fingers together. It’s partly true, but you think that the dizziness is less from the curse and more that you had just gotten your mouth pounded to oblivion. “Maybe I need another shot. Somewhere more… effective?”

You partly spread your legs, letting your pencil skirt ride up your thighs and drawing his eyes to the lacy underwear peeking out from underneath. He laughs slightly and shares your mischievous grin as he takes the cloth in his hands. “Oh miss, you could just say that you wanted me to fuck you.”

Batting your eyes, you only cock your head in feigned innocence as you pull him in closer. “Whatever do you mean, boy?” You murmur, breath fanning against his lips as you lick your lips. “I’m only asking for another shot. You’re still here to help me cure this curse, right, Pure☆Aqua?”

Before he could even reply, you pressed a coy kiss on his lips and suddenly he couldn’t bring himself to think. It could have been cute and innocent— the type of kisses pure-hearted girls give their boyfriends in the spring of high school youth— but this is coming from a miss nearly a decade older than him. Your low-lidded eyes eat him up as his brain short circuits, watching as his tongue peeks out to swipe a taste of your gloss. You could almost giggle at the picture. By how he’s reacting, you could have mistaken it for stealing his first kiss.

Except he’s staring at you blankly, wide-eyed, and a blush that grows even redder by the second. You raise a brow and ask, “Don’t tell me… that was your first kiss?”

His blush reaches an all-time red that you fear that he might explode. “Th– Well, I was saving it!”

You throw your head back and laugh as he sputters and tries to defend himself in the background. Right. How could you forget? Having his dick down your throat made you forget that he was still a Pure☆Pure, defenders of the city that embodied pureness and justice. “So cute~” you tease and pat down his ginger locks as a way to soothe him. “Big sis is sorry that she stole your first kiss, but dooon’t worry, I’ll more than make up for it, ‘kay~?”

He can barely process what he’s looking at. You’re now seated on his stomach, kneeling as you tease him with a slow strip show. Your manicured nails slide down the pencil skirt, revealing the lacy panties that have been torturing him ever since he got a glimpse of it. And fuck, his breath hitches when he sees the wet spot, and when you pull it down, your slick is connected to it by a string. Fuckfuckfuck, he can’t believe he’s gotten it this good. How many college boys could brag that they’ve fucked a sexy nearly-30 office worker because they needed to heal them with dick? None. Ignoring the fact that he might be the only college-aged magical boy in existence, he can’t believe that he wouldn’t be able to brag about this at all the parties now.

But that’s okay, he thinks as his eyes settle on your sopping pussy, fluttering and flirting at him. He’d be too busy fucking and getting fucked to even attend those stupid get-togethers.

“Shit.” He sucks his teeth, inhaling deeply when you sliiiide against the length of his cock. You know exactly how to work your magic— the silly, blushy girls of the local college could never. Your grin, like a succubus who's caught its prey, is so alluring and cocky that he’s tempted to kiss it off you just to feel your lips on him again. He’s so down bad. Holy shit. Lumine isn’t gonna let him hear the end of this.

“That feels nice, pretty boy?” You coo, and oh, that does something to him. He pulses against your clit, and you drag your slick against him as he starts whimpering underneath you. “Ya like being called pretty, hm? My favorite magical boy, lookin’ all so pretty just to save some stranger.” You lift his blue miniskirt, admiring the white ribbons and frills that adorn him. “I never thought that the day would come that I’d be able to see you so closely, dick out and moaning so prettily for me. Aren’t magical girls supposed to be pure? So why’re you actin’ like a slut then?”

He pouts, batting his pretty lashes at you as you continue to frot against him. “‘m— ngh, not actin’ like a slut! This is— ahh, no not thereeee— your treatment!”

You laugh. “Oh, right. The curse. I guess you skull fucked that outta my system.” You shoot him a dashing grin. “Guess that makes me the slut, huh?”

At that, you sink your pussy down on him, and holy shit— he throws his head back and hides his face with his arms as he moans so sweetly— this just might be heaven. He hears your cute little sigh as you feel him stretching you out, probably the best you’ve had in years. He feels it when you slowly push down on his abs so you can pull yourself up, making him groan as you drag your wet cunt up before slamming back down again. “Is that good, my little magical boy?” You hum, rocking your hips back and forth as you gauge his reaction. “C’mon, arms off. Lemme see how cute my boy is for me.”

Rolling his own hips, he fucks even deeper into your womb as you take his hands into yours. He’s big, your wet walls clinging to his cock like they never want to let go. And you might not ever want, not with how pretty your boy is for you. He’s biting back his moans, trying to reciprocate your rocking in a mix of his own desperation and wanting to please you. Cute. He’s so cute. That’s a given, being a magical girl and all, but you just didn’t want to sound like an old creep lusting after a college boy clad in skimpy skirts.

“You’re so, haah, y’ feel so good,” he nearly cries, fucking his dick even deeper that it nearly makes you collapse. “Big sis, ngh, ah, y’re clampin’ down on me…!”

“Yeah?” You coo. “That’s what good pussy feels like, baby. Remember it.” You slam your pussy down on his balls, squelching as your cunt slobbers all over his dick. “You’re so good, cutie. Big sis hasn’t had a dick like yours ever. Ya might turn me into your personal slut, y’know?”

“Ooh, miss, please, easy,” he whimpers. Your walls are tightening up around him and he goes blank for a second. Fuck. He’s getting hooked on some fan’s cunt and he doesn’t even know your name. “Miss, please, y’re gonna make me…!”

“Cumming, sweet boy?” You stroke his ginger curls and push them away, revealing to you the sight of his rolled-back eyes and wobbling bitten lips as he continues fucking your cunt. “Yeah, mmm, jus’ like that. You’re gonna make big sis cum soon too ♡”

It’s pure, carnal lust; you let him take the reins, halting your movements as he begins to fuck up into you harder. It smells like sex in here, and the sloppy sounds as your pussy squelches with every thrust nearly drowning out your moans. You gasp as he hits an all-new depth, making you collapse onto him as you grip the pillow for dear life as his thrusts rock your body. He’s whining and crying underneath you— which fuck, makes you tighter, because men who are messy in bed just make you sooo fucking hot. “Ack, ah, boy! Slow, slow, slow!”

“Sorry, miss…!” He whimpers, hugging onto you for dear life as he goes even faster. “Ngh, you’re too hot, I’m gonna…!”

Wrapping his arms around your neck, he pulls you down for a kiss as he shoots his load into you. His warm seed fills you as he attacks your mouth in desperation, all eagerness and no technique as he licks into your mouth. You think it’s adorable because he’s kissing you like he needs it.

Clearly, your magical boy can’t handle the hottest pussy he’s had in his life, cuz he’s now collapsed on the bed, chest heaving up and down like crazy. And you’re left there in the afterglow of the sex, watching magic cum dribble down your cunt as you slide his softening dick out of you.

It’s a good thing that he’s not conscious to see this, you think with a grin as you scoop out the cum out of your hole. Bringing it to your lips, you lick it off with a satisfying pop and give him a once-over. Because you’d definitely be in for round three if he gets hard again.

Another day, another overtime in Lovey♡Dovey City. For a shoujo-typical city, you’d think that there were no such things as black companies here. Alas, you stand corrected.

You scowl as the crowd squishes you into the corner. There’s you and this suspiciously dressed fella in a black mask and baseball cap. He has an ID sling from the local college and as the crowd has you pressing onto him with no choice, you can feel his hard-on growing against your pencil skirt. Ah, a pervert in a Japanese subway station? How surprising.

Then you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and guide it downwards, and you’ve got a growing feeling that the genre is about to change from shoujo to hentai real quick. You’ve no time for games, having just been chewed out by your boss, and when your hand is finally in his pants, you scowl and start to snap—

You feel frills. You blink dumbly and look down. He’s pulling down the waistband of his pants, just enough for you to see the blue cotton panties, cutely adorned in white ribbons and frills. Something pulls on your chest.

“Big sis.”

You look up again, and your magical boy grins at you when he pulls down his mask, eyeing you with the same hunger and lust-struck expression you’re so familiar with. “D’ya like 'em, miss? I’ve dressed up just for you and you only.”

You blink again, and your grin matches his as you watch his cock chub up against his girly panties.

Ajax Tartaglia, the ID reads.

Right. So the subway pervert was actually your pervert. But you were both perverts, and that was made clear the moment you started sliding down his pants in a subway full of unsuspecting strangers.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact childe #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #childe #childe smut #childe x reader #nite.writes #nite.kinktober'24

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awokennerd · 1 year ago

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Saw this post and decided to focus on the two ghosts who have the most amount of headcanon lore--Minerva (my warlock, Bubo’s, ghost) and Edgewise (my bf’s titan, Tripore’s, ghost). Over the years, we have slowly fleshed out what our ghosts would be like, often when the Ghost is involved, we try to identify which one of our ghosts is speaking. So yeah, we just have way too much lore about them lol.

Ghosts who refuse to heal their Guardians when they’re mad (in non-critical situations)

Totally Edgewise. He would get mad at Tripore for making Edgewise rezz him one too many times, so at the end of a battle, when he’s not too hurt, Edgewise just won’t heal him (Of course, it helps Edgewise knows Tripore has his warlock gf nearby to put down a well or rift for Tripore). Edgewise is like Saladin’s ghost, Isirah, who just believes that their guardian needs to just get good and not die so much.

Ghosts who insist they want to try out tons of ridiculous hobbies, or try to find some to do with their Guardian

Minerva is the one who is upset about the possible ballet fan, Rasputin, getting hurt in that one strike. Bubo is very much into drawing and sewing in her down time, especially drawing cause she can take it with her very easily on her ship. Meanwhile, her ghost loves the performing arts. Music. Ballet. Dancing. Plays. Minerva likes to float around doing little dances and volunteers at the Ghost Community Theater.

Ghosts who sneakily transmat things they like back to the ship, much to the surprise of their Guardian

Minerva and Bubo are hoarders of mementos, so yes, I can see this happening

Ghosts who like their own little cubby/space to spend time while their Guardian sleeps (it’s fully decorated)

I DREW A COMIC AND GAVE IT TO MY BOYFRIEND OF BUBO GETTING MINERVA AND EDGEWISE A LITTLE TERRARIUM FOR THE DAWNING. Of course Minerva absolutely adores it! Edgewise doesn’t like it, but secretly loves it and sometimes is caught sleeping in there when he thinks no one is looking but it's in a high-traffic part of the house, so he gets caught a lot. It has a little dreaming city tree and fairy lights and some small pillows and blankets. It's pretty lit. I need to draw just the concept art again and post it on here.

Ghosts that bonk their shells against their Guardian in frustration or playfulness

Definitely Minerva playfully.

Ghosts that hate each other, but their Guardians are best friends or lovers

MINVERA AND EDGEWISE ARE COMPLETE OPPOSITES LOLOL. They have to put up with each other now that their guardians are dating. Even worse was during the Red War, Bubo and Violet’s apartment (they were roommates when Bubo was a wee new light. Violet's apartment had a spare bedroom or two for hunter friends who wanna crash for a few days when they actually come to the city) was destroyed, so after the war Bubo moved in with Tripore. They eventually got a bigger apartment around Witch Queen. And this means Edgewise has to deal with both Bubo and Minerva who are weirdos. Bubo is always trying to learn about weird awoken magic he is pretty sure isn’t legal/safe to use in the city. And even weirder is her ghost Minerva who constantly floats upside down and is too happy considering how serious things are with the world right now. So yeah, they don’t hate each other, but they have very different personalities that clash.

Ghosts who don’t care what their Guardian thinks, because who’s been alive longer? That’s right. It’s Ghost.

This is Edgewise. Definitely.

Ghosts who are *way* too into the fashion show, and their Guardian is begging them to let it go

Minerva absolutely LOVES getting dressed up for literally everything and anything. He especially likes matching Bubo. Armor? Dresses? Casual nerdy warlock clothes? Minerva loves them all and loves getting fifty bazillion shells. Bubo’s wallet cries every single time they find a new shell out in the wild lol. But his favorite and the one he wears most often is his Rival Warlock Shell that bubo painted to match one of her armor sets (even tho she doesn’t wear those robes much anymore, he still loves it)

Ghosts who always use some of their down time in the City to mourn those lost. Some of those that their Guardian never knew, because they lived and died before Ghost found their Guardian.

Hmmm. Does Edgewise have an angsty backstory that explains why he is super serious all the time? Idk. I haven’t really thought of Minerva or Edgewise’s backstories.

More Ghost things:

Ghosts who refuse to heal their Guardians when they’re mad (in non-critical situations)

Ghosts who ship their Guardian and are *vocal* about it

Ghosts who get passive-aggressive about who has a better Guardian (grandmas at a knitting circle style)

Ghosts who insist they want to try out tons of ridiculous hobbies, or try to find some to do with their Guardian

Ghosts who sneakily transmat things they like back to the ship, much to the surprise of their Guardian

Cuddly Ghosts who press up against their Guardian while they sleep

Ghosts who like their own little cubby/space to spend time while their Guardian sleeps (it’s fully decorated)

Ghosts who insist they’re better than their Guardian at interior decorating

Ghosts who like to wander the City alone while their Guardian is on the Tower taking care of things

Ghosts who remind their Guardian to sleep/eat/hydrate/fix their posture

Ghosts that bonk their shells against their Guardian in frustration or playfulness

Ghosts who get sick of it when their Guardian is in love

Ghosts that hate each other, but their Guardians are best friends or lovers

Ghosts that are best friends, but their Guardians hate each other

Ghosts without Guardians silently choosing a Lightless who they get along with, pretending they’re a pair for a while

Ghosts who stick with their Lightless friend until the end, hoping – always hoping – that it might change

Ghosts without Guardians that help look after the refugee children with/without parents, hoping to help in some way

Ghosts that are just. Really bad at reading the room, much to the chagrin of their Guardian.

Ghosts who don’t care what their Guardian thinks, because who’s been alive longer? That’s right. It’s Ghost.

Ghosts who made a bunch of friends (Guardian or Lightless) before they found their Guardian, so everyone forgets the new Guardian is there the first few times.

Ghosts who are WAY too proud of their Guardian, constantly embarrassing the Guardian who just wants to turn in bounties.

Ghosts who begrudgingly rate each new outfit/color as their Guardian plays fashion

Ghosts who are *way* too into the fashion show, and their Guardian is begging them to let it go.

Ghosts trying to sing with their Guardian – who also can’t sing.

Ghosts who adamantly want a pet

Ghosts who insist they can’t have a pet, because it’s already hard trying to keep the Guardian alive (and they get multiple shots at it)

Ghosts that get huffy when they’re upset, but not vocally. You just see their shells twisting and puffing in and out.

Ghosts betting things between each other (Hey, I bet you this shell that my Guardian will get more kills than yours)

Ghosts that tut at their Guardian over every little scratch and bruise out of worry

Ghosts who always use some of their down time in the City to mourn those lost. Some of those that their Guardian never knew, because they lived and died before Ghost found their Guardian.

Original post here

#I love creating stories for our ghosts the most #Bubo #Minerva #Tripore #Edgewise #Young Wolf #YW #Ghost #Warlock #Titan #Destiny 2 #d2 #destiny the game #destiny

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fanimesenseiwrites · 4 years ago

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Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

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elkdiaries · 3 years ago

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every day i wake up and think about byler at the snowball.

imagine just how many jitters will had before he arrived, fidgeting with his dress shirt over and over because maybe today’s the day. maybe today he’ll actually find a boy who’s like him, and the two can live out a little nice dream of will’s that he’s kept locked up in the back of his mind for ages. he and the boy could sit together on the bleachers while everyone slow danced, and when they met eyes, he’d offer will his hand under the bench they were sitting on. they’d stay like that, warm in each other’s company, until the next fast song played and they could blend in with the friends who all spun each other like it wasn’t a big deal.

for once, maybe he’d feel normal.

he gets there, hands all knit together to calm his nerves, only relaxing after he comes across lucas and mike. seeing them is like a breath of fresh air. they both regard him kindly, with lucas whistling and chatting him up while they stand around.

but mike. oh, he can’t help but notice the way his tie is all messy because he’d never been attentive during his fathers’ boring instructional lectures on how to tie them properly. will’s gaze flits about mike’s brown blazer and the way he adjusts the cuffs every five seconds because they’re a bit too short for his lengthy arms. his hair is curlier than it had been only a month or two ago.

it’s hard to look away.

dustin and max show up, both stealing the show in unexpected ways with their untraditional outfits and big hair. as the three gabble over each other, unintentionally omitting mike and will from the conversation, mike leans his elbow against will’s as he always does. it’s natural, normal at this point, yet still draws up a tiny thrill in will that takes a moment to shake.

and then mike says softly, almost as if to no one at all, “you look pretty.”

“me?” will responds after a moment.

and he looks up for confirmation, but mike’s already gazing.

“yes, you.”

with that comment on his conscience, will’s floating around for a good ten minutes. his legs are no more than clouds, being pushed to and fro based on the direction of the party. mike’s compliments, no matter what they are, end up in a special corner of will’s brain— typically unreachable, but unnervingly passionate when they arise once again. the wishes, the dreams he was clutching onto back at home are bountiful as ever once the first slow dance gets fired up, and couples drag each other onto the gymnasium floor like they’ve been doing this for years.

a girl approaches their cluster. he glances over at dustin, figuring that his nest of hair must’ve worked as a beacon in attracting dance candidates, but instead he hears something else.

“hey zombie boy, do you wanna dance?”

his stomach sinks. not just at the nickname, but the fact that this ruins everything. impulsively, he looks at mike with the hope he’ll be kept in the circle, the excuse “he’s just not feeling up to it today” giving him some time to fulfill his real wishes.

it’s not like dancing with a girl will kill him. but as he’s ushered forward by his closest friends into a sea of boy-girl pairs, will begins to think that he’s never felt more alone.

they dance and it’s normal and he tries not to damage her shiny peach shoes, but the smile he’s plastered on his face is beginning to slip as well as his memory of how to dance like a normal person. instinctually, he looks to the bleachers and hidden by an array of paper streamers is not a boy waiting for his company, but nobody at all.

he tells himself with a clot in his throat that he should never have wished.

mike enters his vision once again, not as dejected as he looked after will left the group. he’s out on the dance floor, grin as wide as can be with a girl clinging onto his shoulders. it’s eleven. and god she looks stunning, with sparkly eye makeup and a nice blue dress, and mike is so clearly in love with her that it makes will yearn for a time when mike looked at him that way. when he looked at will and gave a compliment or a laugh or a nudge to the hands, hair, shoulder. when he looked at will like he brought the sun into the sky and made oceans move. had it ever actually happened? had mike treated him as he did el, with a manner that expressed nothing but soft, real love?

will doesn’t know, not anymore.

it is then that will realizes that it’s been mike all along. mike who he wants to sit in the bleachers with, fingers laced together. mike who he wants an arm of comfort from to wrap him up and keep him protected after everything’s gone to shit. mike who he loves. mike who he’s lost.

mike who promised to go crazy with him, but who left just as quickly as he came.

to retain a smile, will repeats to himself, it was all just a dream.

#byler #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay #will byers #will byers is gay #stranger things #stranger things 2 #the snowball #the party #will x mike #mike x will #short story #malcom writes

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luminarot · 2 months ago

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Fragile hope plants its roots in the heart of a dreamer, long-dormant and decayed, now one with the earth; it grows leaves when the stranger hesitates, budding anticipation as they search their surroundings for the whisper. Already, it's an improvement to be heard like this, but when the stranger actually answers? When they not only hear him, but ask so kindly for his name?

Well, it's like the dawn has finally touched his face.

"Really? You can?" Patrick exclaims, floating a little higher in his excitement. "Far out!" He's grinning so wide his cheeks ache, the world glowing brighter around the shape of what he used to be — but still, they keep looking through him, searching the forest for something that he's not. "My name's Patrick Robbins, but you can call me whatever floats your cosmic boat, y'know? Patch, Artie, little robin... it's all groovy." Really, they can call him anything; as long as they keep talking, Patrick's happy to go with the flow.

"I like your flowers. What's your name?"

Almost as soon as he asks, the stranger’s eyes finally settle; squinting at first, then sharp in focus, staring straight at him like he's still made up of flesh and bone. ( or at least, he thinks, as close as it can get. ) His brows shoot upward, disappearing beneath shaggy fringe as he holds his breath — but the stranger doesn’t look like they’re afraid at all. They’re smiling, tilting their head at him before they go back to their quiet foraging like they haven’t just seen a ghost.

Patrick nearly falls over in his haste to join them. “No fooling,” he breathes, laughing as he stumbles. “This is, like, unreal!” He can’t stop grinning, joy bubbling up and bursting in his cheeks; someone can see him, finally, finally, and they’re not like anyone he’s ever met. He wants to know everything, to speak and listen instead of just observe — and he doesn’t want to waste a single second. ( He always was curious. Maybe loneliness has made him the insatiable sort. )

The question of his character makes him stop short, crouched nearby with his hands raised lazily in the air. “Peace and love, man, all good vibes.” He taps the buttons pinned to his jacket, pretending he can still feel a racing heart beneath. “But, like… the campers really dig scary stories.”

He can’t touch the mushrooms, or the pretty petals dotted through the leaves, but he admires them all the same. Or at least, he does until the stranger stands again, and he follows them to their feet — eager and full of too much energy, floating just a few inches above solid ground. Strangely enough, in the next second, he falters: glazing over as he turns away, something troubled and distant at his fingertips. “I’m having a bad trip,” he answers, then smiles anyway. The whole of him seems to flicker, as if fighting not to fade. “What about you?”

And just like that, all the excitement floods back to him, curiosity bringing back from the dead what life could not. He’s never met anyone who dressed like them before, and even their tattoos look way different than those he’s glimpsed in his travels — so he has to ask, much in the same way, forever eager to hear another story. “You don’t look like a camper.”

Francis freezes mid-step, their hand still hovering over a cluster of mushrooms. The light catching on their rings flickers as they turn, dark eyes scanning the forest for the source of the voice. The rustling of leaves and the faint snap of twigs seem louder now, more deliberate, as if the woods themselves are holding their breath.

The sunlight filters through the trees in patches, painting the ground with gold and shadow. Francis adjusts the satchel at their hip, its strap digging into the fabric of their trousers. They feel the weight of the mushrooms they’ve already collected, but now, there’s a different weight in the air.

"Yeah, I hear you," Francis calls out, their voice even but tinged with curiosity. They straighten, their coiled hair tied high and tight catching the stray light. The delicate white flowers they’d plucked earlier are tucked into the strap of their bag, their stark contrast against the deep black of their outfit almost laughable now. “ Who am I talking to? ”

They feel a chill, not entirely unpleasant, but definitely out of place in the warm afternoon. Their boots crunch against the underbrush as they pivot, scanning the horizon for... something. Anything. Their muscles tense.

Then they see him—sort of. Patrick's outline comes into focus slowly, like a watercolor bleeding into canvas. His outfit is colorful, strange, and so at odds with the muted tones of the forest floor that Francis raises a curious brow. It wasn't uncommon for Francis to be able to be in tune with nature. Spirits were sort of the same thing in that respect.

“Well, this is new,” Francis says, tilting their head, the ribbon in their hair tossing slightly. They smile, the corners of their mouth lifting in a way that’s more intrigued than afraid.

“So, you a friendly spirit, or am I about to end up in some grim urban legend? ” They crouch back down, plucking another mushroom and slipping it into their satchel. Despite the nuanced accent they carried in their voice, they water down the Spanish in their voice.

Francis stands again, hands on their hips, their jewelry catching the faint rays of sunlight. “So, what’s your story ?”

#(( i also went on a little hiatus!!! so no worries lmao ))#(( i love this & fran sm ))#likeorpheus #muse: pat.#( arc ) . . . i've got to reach you.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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and the winner is... ~ eminem

word count: 1784

request?: yes!

“hey, love your writing sm ❤️ I really like the concept where the reader is a young actress with Eminem, so can I request one where they go to Marshall’s award show for the first time publicly, they try to keep it low key but the reader presents an award and when Em wins they share a warm moment on stage and the media loses it? thanks in advance”

description: in which they say they’re going to be lowkey for their first public appearance as a couple, and then he wins the award she’s presenting

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was hard to keep my hands off of Marshall as we walked down the red carpet. It was our first public outing as a couple, but Marshall wasn’t very into PDA so we had decided to keep it somewhat lowkey. It seemed like a good idea in theory, until Marshall did the unthinkable and showed up dressed in a suit. How am I supposed to not jump his bones when he looks damn fine in a suit?

Every time I so much as glanced at him the paparazzi would go crazy. So many flashing lights that eventually I was seeing spots. It was hard to keep smiling when I couldn’t even see ahead of me.

Marshall put an arm around my waist - which of course led to more flashing lights - and walked me off the red carpet into the venue. The minute I walked through the doors into the dimly lit room, it really was like I couldn’t see. I had to take a minute to let my eyes adjust to the sudden light change.

“Weird how quickly I go from basically a nobody on a red carpet to a hot commodity just because I have attractive arm candy,” I joked.

A half smile tugged at Marshall’s lips. “You were never a nobody. Not to me anyways.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet it’s kind of gross,” I teased.

This earned me an actual laugh as Marshall pulled me in for a kiss. Without any prying eyes around, we felt free to actually be a couple.

We engaged with some others in the industry, including those Marshall considered to be close friends of his. I felt out of place at this music award show as an actress who was still trying to become more than just a side character in the movies she starred in. I was grateful to have Marshall there to help me through it.

When we took our seats as the show was starting, Marshall reached over to take my hand. “Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Nervous I think. Which I shouldn’t be because it’s just me announcing an award, but it’s my first time on an award show stage for any reason, and it’s a pretty big award.”

“And it’s one I’m nominated for.”

I looked over at Marshall with wide eyes. “What?!”

“You didn’t know?”

I shook my head. Now I felt so much more nervous. What if I pulled a Steve Harvey and said the wrong name because I wanted Marshall to win? Or what if he actually did win but everyone thought I said he did because we were dating? I tried to focus on the stage ahead of me but my heart was beating so fast that my vision was starting to get blurry. I felt warm, like I was sweating, which made me worry that my makeup was starting to run. I was going to look disgusting with my makeup running on live television.

Sensing my new found nervousness, Marshall gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, look at me.” I glanced over to meet his gaze. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve rehearsed this speech so much that you can say it without the teleprompter. It’s not going to be any different just because I’m nominated. If I win, you give me the award and I do a speech. If I don’t win, you give the award to whoever does and they make a speech. It’s not a big deal, (Y/N), don’t worry too much about it.”

I wished I could’ve just let my fear rush from my body, but it was still there. Before I could say anything else, the lights went down and the show officially started.

I tried to just sit and enjoy the show but it was hard when I had my upcoming presenter role looming over me. Of course, it was one of the last awards of the show, so I had to sit there and let my nerves build as the suspense for the winner of the award grew as well.

Every now and then Marshall would give my hand another squeeze and I would calm down for that split second. Having him by my side helped a lot, but every time I remembered that he might be the recipient of the award I became nervous again.

Finally, it was my time to take the stage. They passed me the envelope with the name of the winner and motioned for me to take the stage. I plastered a smile on my face as my name was called and I walked onto the stage. I hoped the cameras couldn’t pick up my shaking, and I really hoped my shaking wouldn’t make my voice sound as bad as I feared it would.

“This award can only go to the best of the best,” I started, glancing at the prompter in front of me to make sure I was saying the words correctly. “The person who worked the hardest and had the best payoff with their release. The competition this year is fierce, and it was hard to narrow it down to just these five artists, as there have been so many amazing works of art released this past year. It has been an even harder choice to pick who of them all is the best, although I might be bias in saying I’ve already chosen my favorite.”

The audience chuckled at my improved addition to the speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your nominees.”

I watched the video that played of the nominated artists. My heart skipped a beat when Marshall came up, a few clips from the music videos he had filmed playing in a short montage. He had worked so hard on his latest album, every part of me hoped that he would be the winner I was announcing.

As the video came to an end, I turned back to face the audience (and the cameras) to announce the winner.

“And the award goes to...”

I tried not to let my slight fear show as I fumbled with the envelope for a moment. I started to worry that I wouldn’t even be able to open it and completely embarrass myself on live TV. I tried not to sigh with relief when the seal perfectly popped open and I was able to pull the card out. The smile on my face had to have given away the winner before the words were even out of my mouth.

“Eminem!”

The crowd cheered and stood from their seats. A camera found Marshall, who was standing from his seat and hugging Paul and Denaun before making his way to the stage. I couldn’t help but smile proudly at him as I extended the award I was holding - his award - to him.

I was taken by surprise when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was brief since he had an award to accept, but it was enough to make my head spin, the way his kisses usually did.

When he pulled away I was still so stunned that I almost forgot to give him his award. I could see him trying to hold back a laugh as he took it from my hands and turned to the microphone.

“Thank you,” he said to the still cheering audience. For a minute I forgot there was anyone else in the room, and realizing so many people had watched that kiss made my cheeks heat up. “I’d like to thank my manager, Paul, who for some reason still backs me with everything I do and produce even when it pushes the boundaries a little too much. I also want to thank the good Doctor, who has been supporting me since day one and who has always believed in me and gave me this platform to make music and to push the boundaries that Paul has to deal with. My daughters, my biggest inspirations. And of course, I’d like to thank the beautiful lady who presented this award to me tonight. I may not show it publicly but I am my happiest when I’m with you and I cannot thank you enough for that.”

I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes as I clapped along with the audience. The music started playing as Marshall offered me his arm to walk me off the stage. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as we walked down the stairs and backstage, away from the cameras and the thousands of people watching us, both in person and on TV.

We were greeted backstage by other presenters and winners who were still mingling and celebrating their wins. Marshall was congratulated and a few of the other presenters told me how well I did with my presentation. I was proud of myself for getting through it, but I was more proud that I didn’t go completely airheaded after Marshall kissed me.

When we finally got away from the large amount of people, Marshall pulled me in for another kiss.

“So much for keeping it lowkey, huh?” I teased when I pulled away.

“I was caught up in the moment,” he said with a shrug, but I wasn’t completely convinced.

“That speech was uncharacteristically sweet,” I said. “For your public persona anyways. I figured you’d keep it short and sweet and maybe get the show into a little bit of trouble with an unplanned curse word.”

He chuckled. “Well normally that would be how things go. But I meant what I said during my speech: you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. When you said my name I just couldn’t help but feel this unfamiliar surge of happiness and excitement at winning. You know I don’t care about these types of award shows, but the fact that you presented this award to me made me care for just a second. I know I’ll be the talking point for the next few days because of this, but right now I don’t care all that much.”

Tears were welling in my eyes again as I pulled him back to me. “Shut up, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

His laugh filled my ears as he pulled me for another kiss. The happiness he said he felt coursed through my veins too. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else in a moment like this.

When he pulled away he put his arm around me again and started to walk towards the door. “Let’s get out of here. I think I wanna celebrate my win with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

I smiled brightly at him. “I like the sound of that.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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parkersbliss · 4 years ago

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Diamonds | K. Brekker

pairing; kaz brekker x female!reader

warnings: cursing, I think that’s it

wc; 2.3K

synopsis: dirtyhands doesn’t need anyone, but he wants you, even if he can’t have you

prompts: 001: “why do you care?” 047: “please just let me in.”

a/n: this went in a very different direction then I planned but I love it??

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

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Kaz Brekker was a lot of things.

Emotionally unavailable was one of them.

But you never thought much of it. You didn’t think less of him because of that. Surviving the barrel meant being cold, ruthless, and cunning.

Everyone had to have some dark side to them. It was a given.

But Kaz’s dark side never turned off. He was always in a constant state of brooding, thinking about all the ways the plan could fail or coming up with a new heist.

His brain never shuts off.

You never considered that a bad thing, but everyone has to rest eventually.

But rest wasn’t a word in Kaz’s dictionary. For him, resting meant thinking about other things.

Things that he wanted to forget.

So he busied himself with work, numbers, and other things to push the other thoughts out of his mind. Sometimes they were about Jordie and the harbor, sometimes they were about Rollins or you.

Kaz never wanted to forget you, but he didn’t want to think about you either. About the way, your lips curved up into a smile every time Jesper threw his arm around you. Or the way you throw your head back every time Nina makes a joke, the way you sit patiently with Wylan when he tries to read, the way you train so gracefully with Inej, and the way you make fun of Matthias’ accent.

He wants to push it all out of his mind because he doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t get how he manages to notice every detail about you.

It would cost him eventually, which is why he didn’t think about it. It’s why he tried to busy himself with things that have nothing to do with you.

But sometimes, it doesn’t always work out that way.

It was moments like these where Kaz is in a constant state of don’t fuck up and don’t say anything.

Which never goes in his favor.

The plan was simple, break-in and walk-out. There were three separate sections to the museum, and the event kept everyone pretty busy.

All you had to do was get in, steal a few jewels and then blend in with the crowd for the rest of the night.

It should be easy enough.

You all dress in your best attire, at least, the best attire that wouldn’t slow you down if you have to run. Kaz’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees you. Silky fabric, exposed skin, and all your beauty.

He nods at you as you fall into step behind him.

“You look nice,” You said.

“Thank you. So do you.”

You all find yourself in an ally by the museum as Inej scales the roof for her way in. You know she’s successful when the back entrance pops open, and she leans against the door frame with a satisfied smile on her face; her green dress trails along the floor as you make your way inside.

Bright fluorescent lights illuminate the hallway, and the sound of heels and Kaz’s cane echo down it. Kaz pick locks the three doors with ease, signaling for the groups of you to go in.

Matthias and Nina are responsible for the smaller riches, Inej, Wylan, and Jesper take care of replacing them, and you and Kaz get the big stuff.

The room sparkles with diamonds, almost blinding you. To Kaz, it smells like money. For each piece stolen, the two of you replace it with a cheaper place holder.

By the time anyone noticed, you would be gone.

You grab a ring off a stand, slipping it on and examining it in the light.

Kaz coughs, and you turn to face him.

He holds the most expensive piece in his hand, a diamond necklace.

It’s worth more than a quarter of a million kruge.

“Woah,” you breathe out. The diamonds are arranged in such a way that it sits close to the neck, and looks like small interconnected leaves.

“Wear it,” Kaz said.

“Kaz-”

“You would look… pretty with it,” The last part is barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” You agree, taking the piece from his hands. Your fingers barely brush his gloved ones as you take the necklace, clasping it around your neck.

Then, Kaz steps back. “I think we got most of it.”

You can’t take all of the riches, but you can take enough to make some serious bank. You exit the room, Kaz locking it after, and meet back in the hallway with everyone else. Inej and Nina both drip in equal expenses and gasp when they see your necklace.

“I almost want to keep it,” You said, touching the diamonds.

“It does look stunning on you,” Nina said.

“I’m sure we have enough to keep that piece,” Inej said, gesturing to the jewelry between you all.

“I do not understand the need for stones to prove one’s worth,” Matthias said.

Nina pats his shoulder, “It’s like you Fjerdans and your fur coats.”

"Witch," Matthias mumbled under his breath.

Kaz takes the lead, directing you to the main room. You can hear the sounds of people chattering, classical music floating in the air. You all split into smaller groups, mostly pairs, to avoid detection.

You and Kaz stay towards the center of the room, observing everyone else and waiting till the event ends.

As Kaz’s eyes sweep the ballroom, yours sweep over his face, familiarizing yourself with his features.

He has sharp cheekbones, fair skin, and a pointed nose. His lips are drawn down into the softest frown, and there are bags under his dark eyes. His eyebrow twitches ever so slightly whenever he sees someone he doesn’t like, and he runs a gloved hand through his hair, slicking it back more if it’s possible.

He was beautiful.

After a few more moments of mingling, they prepare to bring the jewelry out on display. You and Kaz back towards the exit, just in case something goes wrong.

The fake one sparkles just the same, and a clear difference can’t be seen. It’s only glass that Wylan had managed to craft by himself.

The servant gulps, taking careful steps with the case in his hand. His hands shake, and as he takes the first step up the stairs, he stumbles.

It shatters.

The glass scatters across the floor, the fake necklace you planted aside does the same, the pieces landing everywhere.

You can practically feel Kaz tense next to you when the crowd gasps; actual diamonds wouldn’t break.

“Don’t move,” Kaz whispers. He makes a hand gesture to the rest of the Dregs around the room that means remain still. “Act just as surprised.”

On any other occasion, it would be easy, but when the original necklace is dangling from your neck, it’s like an open target for anyone with eyes. Murmurs flow through the crowd, but no one pays any mind to the Dregs because you all look like you belong here. They’re looking for the black sheep among the white.

But they all look just the same.

“We will be conducting manual searches,” The guards announce.

“Saints,” You whisper, hand instinctively grabbing the diamonds on your neck.

“Plan B,” Kaz said. He meets Jesper’s eyes across the room, nodding his head, and Jesper smirks. He grabs one of his revolvers, firing a single shot and tucking it away before anyone notices. The crowd screams, everyone rushing to the exits as more shots are fired from various parties (some from Jesper, some from guards, or others who just love chaos).

You all make a run for it, using the main exit where guards were desperately trying to keep everyone in.

You watch Inej slip through with ease, Nina and Mattias next. Jesper gets held up, but he managed to talk his way out of it as Wylan tugs on his sleeve.

You and Kaz are last, taking your time to avoid being pushed in by the crowd. You could run ahead, get out before Kaz, but you don’t.

You stay by his side and maintain the slow pace, even when there’s a quarter of a million kruge hanging from your neck.

As you approach the exit, you’re one foot out when someone grabs your arm.

“I got her!” The guard shouts. He starts dragging you back inside as you try to dig your heel into their foot.

Then, in the span of a second, a cane comes down on his arm, a clear snap ringing out.

You stumble from their grasp, unknowingly using Kaz’s shoulder to steady yourself. He hisses but says nothing more because as soon as you notice, you let go.

“Nina!” You scream as the guards come pouring out the entrance.

It was clear who the target was.

The heartrender holds up her hands, effectively dropping their beat, but you underestimate how many there are.

“Run!” Jesper shouts.

And you do as you’re told. The guards open fire, and you bunch your dress in your hands, running through the streets of Ketterdam. Kaz begins to fall behind, and you slow down your pace.

“Jes, throw me a revolver!”

“What?”

“Throw it!”

Wylan rolls his eyes, fishing the gun from his boyfriend’s pocket and tossing it at you.

“What are you doing?” Kaz said.

“Saving your ass!” You reply.

“I don’t need your saving!” Kaz retorts, glaring at you.

You roll your eyes, “Fine, I’m covering you.”

“I don’t need that either.”

“Kaz-”

“I don’t need you!”

You nod, turning away from him to hide the hurt on your face. “No, of course, you don't."

You fire a single shot at a guard, busying yourself in taking a few out, so Kaz doesn’t get hit. When he’s a good way ahead, you sprint after the rest of the Dregs. You see the tail of Jesper’s coat disappear down an alleyway.

You fire one last round of shots and duck behind it. You move past Kaz, catching up with Jesper and thanking him.

He smiles, bumping your shoulder. “Anything for the lady.”

The slat is in sight, and you sigh in relief, happy to rest and unload all the jewels everyone is dripping in.

You could only imagine the amount of kruge you’d come up with.

Jesper opens the door for the Dregs, and you all practically collapse on the couch. You Nina and Inej are all on one, kicking off your heels.

“I hate heels,” You said.

“You’re telling me,” Inej replied. “Never again.”

Nina shrugs, “Annoying as hell, but they do work in place of a knife every now and then.”

“I am never without my knives.”

“We know.”

Kaz walks past you all, limping a bit worse than usual and going up to his office.

You don’t bother following after him. Instead, you all dump the jewelry on the table.

“Oh, saints,” Inej gasped.

Jesper leans back in his seat, “I think we’re set.”

“You’ll gamble it all away before we even cash it in,” Matthias said as Jesper scoffed.

“It’ll take me at least a few months to lose that.”

“Months?” Wylan asked.

“Like six tops.”

Everyone begins to argue, and you tune them out. You forgot about the most expensive piece hanging from your neck, absentmindedly playing with it. When you remember, you figure the best thing to do with it is give it up to Kaz.

With a sigh, you stand up, the fabric of your dress falling back into place.

You don’t bother knocking on his door, you know you should, but you didn’t care all that much.

“Here’s your necklace,” You said bitterly, dropping it on his desk.

“(Y/N)-”

“A quarter of a million kruge, enough to set you for life. That’s all you need, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Sure felt like it,” You snap.

“I just-,” Kaz sighed, avoiding your gaze. “Keep the necklace.”

“I don’t want it.”

“You don’t?” Kaz asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought you liked it. You should have it if that’s the case.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

You click your tongue, “Keep the fucking necklace, Kaz.”

Kaz curses himself, tugging at his hair. He was making the situation much worse. He didn’t know what to say that wouldn't piss you off. He thought the necklace would be like a peace offering, a sign of his thanks.

It backfired on him.

He’s bordering the line of being cold or grateful. When grateful didn’t work in his favor, he went for the other.

“I want you to have it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Please, take it.”

“It’s worth money. That’s far more important to both of us.”

Kaz shuts his eyes, “(Y/N), please.”

And you know this isn't about the necklace anymore. It never really was.

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. You were tired of pretending to brush off your feelings. It was killing you. Every time you tried to do something, Kaz pushed you back. You couldn't keep doing this to yourself.

“You either want this, or you don’t. Which one is it?”

“Please,” he said softly.

You sigh, blinking harshly. Your heart hammers in your chest. You take a breath, trying to calm yourself.

“Kaz, I need you,” You said softly, “Please just let me in.”

“I can’t,” He said, voice strained as he fights his demons. God, he wants to, but he's scared. He's scared of pushing you away or hurting either of you in the process. He couldn't go through that kind of loss again.

“I will wait,” You said. “I will wait as long as you need. I just need to know that you’re in this too.”

Kaz meets your eyes. His are glassy as he holds the necklace tightly in his hands, running his gloved fingers over the diamonds.

He could lose you.

And that is far worse than not having you at all.

He slowly peels his gloves off. His movements are slow and deliberate, taking his time. When they’re off, he grabs the necklace and stands up.

You hold your breath as he stands behind you, brushing your hair out of the way. His fingers just barely dance across your skin, but they’re there.

He clasps the necklace, and you turn around to face him.

“Kaz?” You question.

“I need you too, (Y/N).”

“I’m not leaving," You assure him.

“Good. We’re in this.”

“We’re in this.”

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