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rafeandonlyrafe · 11 days

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“rafe, dude.” topper groans. “you told me you'd be here like an hour ago, where were you?”

rafe brushes toppers hand off his shoulder. yeah, he told topper he'd get to his party at a certain time, but his friend should know by now that he's not the best at sticking to a schedule.

“there was traffic.” rafe shrugs, arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him as your thighs tremble slightly.

“traffic?” topper raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “from your house five blocks over to mine? you could have walked here in minutes.”

“sorry.” rafe shrugs. “we're here now, alright?” he pats toppers chest, giving him a slight shove back, guiding you further into the party.

-- one hour earlier --

“you look so hot.” rafe says, following you like a lovesick puppy out of the house, eyes on your ass as your dress rides up from just walking a short distance.

“thanks baby.” you smile at rafe as he tugs the door open for you, giving you a hand to step up into his truck. he takes a quick swat at your butt before you sit all the way down, and you honestly can't say you're surprised.

“we should just stay home.” rafe says. “we could-” you cut him off with a stern look.

“you promised top we would be there. we're going.”

“okay.” rafe pouts, leaning into the cab to give you a kiss before gently shutting the door.

you watch as he rounds the truck to get into the driver side. admittedly, you also feel the tug to stay home as your eyes travel up and down his body as he buckles up, his long legs covered with a pair of loose jeans, a light gray button up making his eyes pop.

“baby.” rafe frowns at you, noticing you hadn't buckled up yourself, even though you're only going a couple blocks over, and rafe would never speed with you in the car.

“sorry, sorry!” you quickly pull your seatbelt across and buckle it in. “i got distracted.”

“mhm.” rafe hums, a smirk on his lips as he reaches over to place a hand on your thigh. you know exactly what his plans are as you spread your legs slightly.

“don't try anything.” you warn as he starts to drive towards toppers. “it would be rude to show up late.”

“don't try anything?” rafe questions, hand sliding under the hem of your dress. “like this?”

“raaaafe.” you whine out, pressing your hand on top of his to stop his fingers from exploring further. “you're being unfair!”

“topper won't mind if we are a bit late. come on.” rafe comes to a stop at a stretch of trees between two houses, pulling the truck to the side of the road and shifting it into park.

rafe turns to you, purposely sticking out his lower lip as his fingers drum against your inner thigh. “think about how hot it would be to ride me in the backseat.”

“you're the worst.” you groan. “get back there.”

“fuck!” you moan out, the windows completely steamed over so you can't even tell if anyone is nearby enough to hear your moans of pleasure.

“faster baby.” rafe encourages you, hands tightly squeezing your hips. “you got this, come on. make me cum.”

you are bouncing as fast as your legs can handle, thighs burning. you have no clue how you're going to dance at toppers party later as you push your body to it's absolute limit.

“that's it.” rafe groans out as you squeeze your cunt around his cock, hoping he spills into you soon as two orgasms have already wrecked through your body. “such a tight pussy for me.”

rafe finally begins to help slightly, lifting his lips up to meet yours as your hands grip his shoulders, all his buttons undone to reveal his glistening chest and abs.

“real close.” rafe says, his head leaning back against the seat. you use all your remaining strength and energy to move faster until you feel rafes cock swell inside of you.

you push your hips all the way down as he cums, filling up the condom as your pussy squeezes around him, milking him into the rubber.

“fuck.” rafes hands move from your hips to your ass, squeezing the plump flesh as you lean down to press a kiss against his open mouth. he takes a moment to recover before kissing back.

“oh my god, we are so late.” you giggle against his lips, pulling off his cock as you feel it softening inside of you.

“don't worry, we will just say we hit traffic.”

“really rafe?” you raise an eyebrow. “do you think topper is actually gonna believe that?”

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hitomisuzuya · 1 month

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YAAAAY YOUR REQS ARE OPEN AGAIN <3333

okay. imagine, archon!scara who absolutely gives you no breaks during a good time, enjoying the way we sob from overstim and beg for him to slow down but he knows damn well we're enjoying it... bonus if tons of cum because he just cannot wait to get a baby in your already overflowing womb (this got way too self indulgent i am so sorry 😭)

💜non will now exit the stage!! ONCE AGAIN LOVE YOUR WRITING BTWWW

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Overstimulation. Breeding kink.

Allow me to get twice as self indulgent❤️ Thank you very much 🥺

To say that Scaramouche was losing all sense of rationality was an understatement. His cock was squelching perfectly in and out of your sopping cunt that he just couldn't stop. There was an extra drive to his intent tonight.

The intent to breed you.

"I fucking swear I will knock you up, slut," He hissed, loosening his grip on your hips to smack a hand across your ass. He grabbed a handful of your hair, turning your face out of the pillows so you couldn't muffle your moans.

His feverish pace took your breath away, your fingers clawing into the sheets as you pushed back against his cock. His cock kissed into your sweet spot, making you see stars , feeling every pulse dragging along your sensitive walls.

Tears stung your eyes, drool pooling down your cheek and onto the pillow. "My God, Scaramouche, please cum inside me again!" You cried out, barely being able to hold yourself up on your elbows.

"Fuck..What a slut," He moaned, reaching around to caress your stomach. His hips smacked against yours, fueled by thoughts of seeing your belly swollen with his child. He was positive your belly had a pocket from how much cum he'd fucked inside of you already. "I'll make your whore cunt hold it all."

Scaramouche let out a husky laugh as you suddenly creamed on his cock. Your velvety walls squeezing around him made cum rope inside of you. He let out a satisfied groan, his body quivering in bliss seeing his cum seep out around his cock.

Pulling out of you, he flipped you over onto your back. Hastily, he batted your legs apart and crawled between them. Using two fingers, he pushed some cum back up inside of you. You gasped, your back arching off the bed.

Licking his lips, his tongue swept out to lick lines greedily up and down your ruined hole. Groaning, he latched his lips onto your clit. Your hips jerked up into his mouth, your hands finding the back of his head. "Scara..Scara please..too much.." You whimpered, pushing his mouth down as the ache of overstimulation curled through you.

A broken sob tore from your throat, making him a vibrate a moan on your clit. "Cry louder for me while I fuck you fuller," He took his mouth off your clit, giving it a flick that made your body shake from overstimulation. "Beg some more."

Your near scream of pleasure as he bullied his cock back inside of you was exquisite to him. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as you writhed underneath him. "Too much.. please.." You babbled, wrapping a leg around him, "fuck me harder.."

Scaramouche didn't need to be told twice. He stole your lips up in a rough, dominant kiss. He wrestled your tongue easily into submission. He nipped at your lower lip as he pulled away. "Look at my precious girl, too fucked out underneath her Archon to even think," He cooed, swiping his thumb over a tear that fell from your eye.

You sobbed and whimpered in bliss, fueling him to give you what you begging for. How could he not with you looking so delicate and desperate while you sobbed for him?

Scaramouche intertwined his fingers through yours, squeezing them lovingly as he held you down. His hips snapped into yours, his cock throbbing between your overstimulated walls. You only shook more as another orgasm broke over you, making your body fall limp underneath him.

The way you were babbling incoherently about how much you wanted to give him children made more cum rope inside of you. He held your hips still, letting out a long, satisfied moan as more squelched out around his cock.

It was a satisfying thing to see as he pulled out of you. You shivered as his finger circled your clit, scooping some cum on it. "For good measure," He said, pushing his finger into your mouth.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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harleehazbinfics · 2 months

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Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 7: Stayed Gone Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1014 A/N: yeah we're going to the singing bits yaaaay. just imagine her voice trying to meld into his and creating this like light airy but enchanting sound on top of his deep and dark tone. cuz yes we love blending and harmonizing in this family. also also alastor will be in bold and miledy in italics and both will be like this for the song. enjoyyyyy (thank you sm transcribers of the wiki id actually die if encoded all of that gshdajsdg)

“This is such a nice day,” I hummed enjoying my tea while Alastor sat opposite of me reading the paper with his coffee and enjoyed the mundane moment together.

Until it wasn’t, as a rocket launches below us. “Come show yourself, Alastor! Come face—oh, there you are. Face my wrath!”

“Who are you?” he jeers enjoying getting on his nerves while I smiled at the two. Al clearly doesn’t dislike him but instead enjoys toying with him, he doesn’t completely shut him down unlike an unpleasant certain someone. I actually find Sir Pentious quite cute how he tries to size Alastor up despite failing several times but he’s got guts I give him that.

“Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor! Architect of Destruction! Villain extraodinare!” He announces while the both of us slide within Al’s shadow and appear in front of Charlie and the others.

“Ooh! He’s a bad boy!” Nifty calls as she appears on top of Al’s shoulder.

He takes Nifty and places her in my arms and replies, “Ha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.”

“I attacked you literally last week,” Sir Pentious replies, only for Alastor to cock his head, “We've done battle, like... 20 times.”

“Well, you must have been really bad at this,” he teases putting his cane down.

“Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.”

“Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?” Nifty asks while in my arms.

“Oh, nobody important,” both Al and I respond giving each other a knowing look.

While Al kept beating up the poor lad, I turn my eyes on the drone in the sky noticing the familiar logo on it. A devious smile creeps on my face as I place Nifty on the ground and shot it down with a lance made of water. It falls with a crash conveniently landing on my feet. I crushed it under my heel before turning back to the group.

“Thanks for another forgettable experience,” Al says pleased with himself while he leans on his cane looking down at Sir Pentious.

“Thank you...” he pauses before tearing off a piece of his tailcoat, “for letting your guard down!

“Oh, deer,” I mutter, wide eyed as I watched Al transform into his demon form and makes an explosion that causes the snake to fly off to the distance.

“Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Best of luck, chums,” he announces, taking me with him.

“Wait, you're LEAVING?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job,” Vaggie yells gesturing to the hotel.

“We need a wall,” Angel deadpans pointing at the broken wall.

“Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!” he exclaims.

With a snap of his fingers his shadows appear with building equipment. He turns away from the group and takes us to the pentagram. We enjoy a little stroll before getting inside the boutique, he got his suit redone while I looked at the new dress they had on display. I bought a couple dresses that caught my eye and exited the building together, only to be greeted by Vox’s unpleasant face singing on the television. We shared a look and went back to Al’s studio with a smile.

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air,” We greeted in sync blending our voices ever so often creating a seductive distortion.

“Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast.” Al starts off while I finish, “Sinners rejoice!”

“What a dated voice!” Vox yells.

I drape my arms around Al’s neck as he sat back on his seat in an easy going way while keeping the microphone to his face and replies, “Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast.”

“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that. Is nothing working? Ha ha!” we tease him enjoying the annoyance in his voice.

“IGNORE THEIR CHIRPING!”

“Every day he's got a new format!”

“YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE! He's the shit that comes before that!”

“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees!”

“Oh, PLEASE.”

“And here's the sugar on the cream. He asked ME to join this team!”

“Hold on!”

“I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.”

“You old timey PRICK! I'll show you suffering!”

“Uh oh, the TV is buffering!”

“I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU YOU LITTLE—"

His little temper tantrum leads him to short circuit causing the electricity in the entire pentagram to disappear.

“I'm afraid you've lost your signal.”

“Let's begin.” He sings menacingly slowly transforming to his demon form. “Let's begin.” I sang hauntingly on top of his voice, my eyes turn black leaving my glowing blue irises hypnotically.

“I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone!” “Tune on in.”

"When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run!

Oh, this will be fun!"

I laughed in delight, celebrating our wonderful comeback to our radio show. Al gives me smile and stands there quietly enjoying my reaction.

“That was wonderful! We haven’t done that in so long!” I gushed holding onto his hands. “I thought I’d have to wait 200 hundred years to sing with you again.”

He laughs petting my head, “No need for drastic measures, my dear. I’m here to stay.”

I beamed a smile and gave him a brief hug. “I’m guessing you’ll be greeting our new guest,” I asked while fixing his bow.

“But of course! I need to welcome their little toy they reeled in for us,” he smirks, “Have a good rest. I’ll see you later.”

I wave him off before I went back to our room, relaxing in our bed drifting to sleep.

‘Mom! Dad! I found some flowers over here!’

Tears fall down my face as I recall much happier times.

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nitewrighter · 3 months

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What’s your pettiest DC opinion? Like, a little detail that arguably Doesn’t Really Matter in the grand scheme of things story wise but seeing it or not seeing it still annoys you? (Mine is Jim Gordon’s wife AND daughter both being named Barbara. No. There is one Barbara Gordon don’t do this to me.)

I mean I guess he and Barbara are just kind of weirdoes like that because their firstborn is also named... James...

But I dunno how good a gauge I have on how petty my DC opinions are--like there's fandom complaints (AKA "Clark having his DNA stolen when he was fucking dead doesn't automatically make him obligated to be a father figure to a clone that was literally designed to co-opt and profit off of his image, you weirdos") and then there's writing complaints ("What the hell was Final Crisis's actual goal with Mary Marvel--like how is this a character arc if she's like at least 40% possessed the entire time--is this some kind of weird extended metaphor for superpowers as addiction--why are there so many upskirt shots") I think a lot of the writing complaints can be shrugged off just by virtue of the naturally nebulous and writer-dependent nature of comics, y'know, "If you don't like it, you can find another run."

I guess... this isn't really 'petty' per se, but I feel like when it comes to their Elseworlds and Multiverse stuff, DC's kind of put itself into a hole where, like, because Elseworlds isn't the canonical universe, they feel this need to take things in as dark and shocking directions as possible and honestly that's gotten really tired and redundant. Dark Nights Metal, Tales from the Dark Multiverse, DC vs Vampires--like, if you look back at older Elseworlds titles, sure, you had some dark, high-body-count, end of the world stuff (Like Distant Fires---BOOO DISTANT FIRES, BOOOO WE HATE YOUR PUSSY), but for the most part a lot of the Elseworlds titles were about exploring how major setting changes and role swaps and shifts in characters' lives and development could affect familiar and well-known DC stories (Like Superman Inc and JLA: The Nail--YAAAAY SUPERMAN INC AND JLA: THE NAIL YAAAY WE LOVE YOUR PUSSY). I haven't read Dark Knights of Steel yet, but that one seems like a refreshing pump on the brakes from all the grimdark shit. But anyway, yeah--basically the assumption of, "If we're going to make this Elseworlds story memorable, we have to kill off SO MANY beloved characters"--like after a while it starts to feel like a child throwing a tantrum and kicking his toys around rather than telling a story.

Also bruh how many times are you going to kill off Martian Manhunter I mean REALLY. LEAVE HIM ALONE. JUST LET HIM HAVE HIS CHOCO COOKIES AND STOP SETTING HIM ON FIRE. BRO WHAT DID HE DO.

#to be fair The Nail does have a solidly high body count though #but IMO it does it right and so many of the other grimdark elseworlds stuff are weak attempts to replicate that success #dc #final crisis #distant fires #superman inc #JLA: The Nail #martian manhunter

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skayafair · 2 months

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John and Agency

I'm gonna be feral about Malevolent about John, of course, who am I kidding here for some time (we're SO BACK, yaaaay a hyperfixation!) so buckle up.

Another recurring big theme I've noticed that got some developement after part 40 is John's agency.

The thing he has to struggle with for the most part of the story is that he's utterly powerless. A former god reduced to a mere voice inside a man's head an the sight of his eyes. An arm and a foot give some leverage but it's still less than a human even, let alone any supernatural being. And while John is ok with being human - he wants to, after all, - he's not even remotely okay with being less than.

He rarely talks about it, but it shows so painfully in the mines, when he managed to cut the monster's tentacle from Arthur's head. Arthur wasn't doing anything, he was too overwhelmed, and it was completely John's doing. He managed not only do something influential on his own accord, but also be helfpul and basically save them both. Just how happy he sounded about it sells everything one needs to know about how he feels most the time. And Arthur dares to call him a parasite and a passenger who just sits back and does nothing, ugh. Not blaming Arthur here, he was in another Situation, but. I'm JUDGING anyway >:( And later, when he stitched Arthur up - John was so frustrated at how little he was capable of and how much effort it took to do this.

Another time his frustration shows is when he's talking to Kayne.

John HATES Kayne with passion and doesn't hide this. That's a remarkable thing, actually, considering that he's also a very cautious person and is afraid of Kayne, feeling just how powerful this being is. John doesn't deal with fear well. Whenever he encounters something frightening, his first response is a freeze one. And Kayne scares the shit out of him. Yet, every time John refers to him, it's with very audible animosity. John knows full well how dangerous Kayne is and doesn't give a damn.

If he could, he'd have obliterated Kayne. But that's the thing - he's p o w e r l e s s. So many times John tried to threaten him in anger with "I'll- I'll- !" - only to fall silent, because, well, he can't do anything. Couldn't have, really, even if he still had full King's power. But this stark contrast with Kayne emphasises just how little John is actually capable of in his current state.

And in part 40 it was reinforced again. Only this time after his little developement.

I LOVE this new ability to manifest. YAY FINALLY! I had a Hellsalem's Lot a.k.a. Kekkai Sensen AU when he could do exactly that, so it made me laugh to actually see this in canon.

It should help. Now John can do more. We don't know how much more - is his manifestation only a vision or he can influence the material world as well? Can he manipulate people's minds the way Yellow could? (John would hate this.) In any case, this is still... something. Something real, something of his own. A way to show the word he actually exists, and not only as a voice inside Arthur's mind. All John's issues with this considered, it a great thing.

So, now he technically isn't powerless anymore. He has power. It's better, right? Right?

Well there's a catch.

John won't ever be happy to be more present if it's on Arthur's expense, and that's exactly the cost his new abilities come with.

So while technically he has more power now, it's a "last resort" kind of thing. He can't use it much because killing Arthur is not even in the realm of the things he wants.

Still... I think it should have been euphoric - even if only for a short moment - to gain it. To feel more capable. To have more power. It's not an insane amount, after all, and in John's case is a perfectly reasonable desire - more like a need.

But how painful and devastating it should have been to be reminded by Kayne that he's actually still just as powerless as he was before? That this new ability doesn't change much? Kayne knows where to hit and does it every time.

Like, we know John is more capable now, and it's really great! But that moment when he had to shut up because there was nothing to say to Kayne's "you what?" has hit me like a truck :''') That was painful, like a "know your place", and John couldn't bite back. He was already drowning in guilt and this just made things worse. I don't want to imagine how he's feeling after all this :''')

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #john malevolent #john doe malevolent

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callsigndragon · 2 years

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A Rebel In My Soul | Chapter 8: Jake's girl

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Mitchell!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death (this is gonna be here forever i swear), mentions of alcohol, MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT (don't worry, everything is okay), mentions of a doctor(?), mentions of blood, injuries, and things related to accidents. angst, more fluff. bonding time between jake and bradley. lots of flufffffffffff at the end.

Summary: Y/N “Rebel” Mitchell is one of the best aviators of her generation. She grew up hearing the adventures and stories of Maverick, her father, that he used as bedtime stories. She became an aviator with her best friend Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and now both of them have to come back to the Top Gun Academy for an important mission. Only the best of the best is called for this mission, including the southern idiot called Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Both of you had hated each other since day one. Now, having to work together once more, you count the days for this mission to be over, not only to never see Hangman again, but to also cut all connections again with your father.

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A/N: so.. i thought several ways of writing this chapter, but i didn't want it to be very dramatic because of something that i want to happen later on... so here you go. slight angst. ALSO. the next chapter is gonna be COMPLETELY original because in the movie we see the moment Maverick completes the course alone and after that he says goodbye to Penny and next thing we know, they're on the carrier but there's at least a few days in between until they get to the position they need the carrier to be on. So... WE'RE GETTING KARAOKE NIGHT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER YAAAAY.

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You enter the base the day after Iceman’s funeral feeling like absolute shit. You went home soon after Fahren broke down, Rooster accompanied her to make sure that would get some rest. Jake took you back to your house, offering to stay but you couldn’t make him stay another night with you. He went home, after convincing him that you would be okay and that you would call him if you needed him.

He sent you a text this morning, asking if you needed a ride to work. You can’t believe how your relationship with him has changed so much. When all this began, he said he would never follow you if you were assigned as team leader. Now, you think he would.

You walk alongside Rooster, who seems as tired as you are. He came home late; you were already asleep. When you asked him about Fahren next thing in the morning, he said she was hanging there. It would take a while, but she would be okay.

You’re on your way to the locker room when Maverick approaches you. “Rebel, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Rooster looks at you with a quick glance, waiting for your answer. “Sure. I’ll catch you later, Roos” he nods and leaves, looking back several times. You know he’s regretting his decision of leaving you alone with him.

“You want something, sir?” you question.

“I want you to fly the course with me” he states.

“We’ve been doing that for a few days now” you answer, confused.

“No, y/n. You’ve been doing what they asked you. You’ve never flown as fast as you can”

You look at the floor. “I am not supposed to fly that fast. I follow the rules. And the rules say that if I fly that f-18 as fast as you want me too, I'm losing my aircraft”

“We can do this. We can do it with seconds to spare” he insists.

You sigh, raising your head to look at him. “Is this coming as an order from my instructor or as a request from my father?”

“It’s a request. But if you don’t want to, then I'll have to give you the order”

“Why does it have to be me? Hangman is just as fast as I am”

“He’s better than he was a week ago, but he is not trusted enough by his team to be team leader”

“You want me to be team leader? Is this what this is all about? Me doing this so I can prove to Cyclone that I have team leader material?”

“It’s in your blood, Y/n. Is the place that you deserve. It’s the role that Iceman wanted you to play” he confesses. Part of you knew that it wasn’t casual that Maverick, Rooster and you were all here without reason.

“Why me? Why me and not Rooster?”

“Rooster follows the book to a T. You, however, know when It’s time to let it go and trust your gut” he grabs your hand. It feels strange to feel his hand on yours after such a long time. “Please, Oreo”

You smile at the nickname. It was the call sign that you got when you were little. You and Rooster thought that it would be cool to have some cool call signs like Iceman and Maverick had. He was Pop Tart and you, Oreo.

It had been so long since he called you that.

“Okay, let’s go”

Jake enters the room looking for you. He had sent you a text a while ago, asking if you wanted a coffee but you haven’t answered yet. When he enters the room and you’re not there, he worries.

“Hey, Rooster, where’s Reb?” he asks your best friend.

“She was talking to Maverick on the hallway”

“They weren’t there” Jake frowns. He knows that you wouldn’t go anywhere with Maverick. Not alone, at least. "You think she's okay?"

Rooster takes a deep breath and looks at him. “She better be. Or we'll kick his arrogant face”

“We?” questions Jake with a little laugh.

“Like you would stay still if something happened to her” answers Rooster with a knowing smile.

Well, at least Rooster seemed to accept that Jake was now part of your life and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Cyclone enters the room and Jake goes to his seat, sharing a worried look with Rooster. You’re never late to a meeting.

"Good morning, lieutenants. I have important news to share with you today. Captain Mitchell is no longer your instructor"

Jake looks at Rooster again, now more worried than before. If Maverick wasn't supposed to be here anymore… What the heck was he doing talking to you?

"And as of today, there are new mission parameters. Time to target is now four minutes. You'll be entering the valley level at reduced speed. Not to exceed 420 knots"

Jake looks at Coyote who's sitting at his left. They've been training one very specific way of doing this mission and now they changed it? Those parameters aren't for the best. Any average pilot could do them. And not only that, but it would make them easy targets for the enemy planes.

"Sir, won't we be giving their planes time to intercept?" asks Bob.

"Well, lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft. What are the odds of a head-on collision with a mountain? You'll be attacking the target from a higher altitude, level with the north wall"

Maverick's idea might have seen crazy, but at least they could remain under the radar long enough for them to hit the target. Now? They will be like ducks at the fair. Just ready to be shot at.

"Gonna be a little harder to keep your laser on target, but you will avoid the high-g climb out"

"We'll be sitting ducks for enemy missiles" mutters Fanboy behind Jake. Well, at least he isn't the only one thinking that way.

The screen changes, beginning a simulation. There are two planes in the course. Jake feels Rooster's eyes on him, and he knows. They both know.

Those are the Mitchell's.

"Who the hell is that?" asks an annoyed Cyclone.

"Maverick to range control. Entering point Alpha"

"Rebel to range control. Entering point Alpha"

And that's where they went. Jake relaxes on his seat, ready to enjoy the show. Oh, how pissed is gonna be Cyclone after this.

"Confirm green range" Maverick keeps going with the flying protocols.

"Uh, Maverick, Rebel, range control, uh, green range is confirmed. I don't see an event scheduled for you two, sir" responds control.

"What? Are we doing this without authorization?" Jake hears a bit of panic in Rebel's voice.

"We're going anyway"

"Nice" says Natasha.

"Hangman, what's your girl doing out there?" asks Coyote.

"Being the best damn pilot you'll ever see" answers Jake with a proud smile on his face.

"Does Cyclone know?" you question again.

"He's probably watching us right now"

"... I'm sorry, sir" Jake laughs a bit at your antics, earning a glare from Cyclone.

"Setting time to target: two minutes fifteen seconds"

"2:15? That's impossible" says Payback.

"Don't underestimate the Mitchell's" retorts Hangman.

"Hangman" warns Cyclone.

"Just stating facts, sir"

"Final attack point. Maverick's inbound"

"Rebel's inbound"

"C'mon, honey" whispers Jake to himself. He wants you to succeed and shut Cyclone's mouth.

The Mitchell's enter the course, the clock starts, and everyone in the room hears labored breathing from the two pilots. It's insane. From the beginning of the course they have to be even faster than ever. Every pilot in the room leans on their seats, getting closer to the screen. Hangman doesn't. There's no need. He knows you got this.

You both arrive at the target. Maverick drops the bomb first. Then, after a few seconds, you do. Now, the difficult part.

The egressing.

Bob gets up from his seat, as well as many other pilots. Jake tries to remain calm but he can feel his heartbeat increasing. There are only a few seconds left. The two of you manage to get out without passing out. 10-g's. Totally insane.

"Bull's eye!"

"That's my girl" says Jake.

"Hondo, get Maverick to my office immediately. Seems like Rebel was following orders" Cyclone leaves the room, and when the pilots are left alone, they celebrate, fist bump and hug each other.

"I never thought she had it on her" says Coyote, earning a smack in the head from Phoenix.

"She's the best, of course she was gonna nail it" says the female as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"We should go and wait for her" proposes Rooster with less happiness than one could expect.

They all agree and head out. Jake grabs Rooster's arm to stop him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" says a very confused Rooster.

"You seem a bit off. You're part of Rebel's life so I am worrying about you, too. You're a 2 for 1 package"

Rooster laughs, patting Jake's shoulder. "I know she is the best up there but… I can't stop worrying. It's a high-g climb out, anything can happen. You lose control of your plane and-"

"Hey hey hey, let me stop you right there, buddy. If someone can make this happen, it is her. And I know that she sometimes takes risks but, she's not like Maverick. She knows when to stop"

"But she forgets the book"

"We all should do that, ya know. The book teaches you how to do the basics. You have to find your own way of doing the rest without it"

"I know but…"

"Bradley, Y/n is not like Maverick. And she won't end like your father. We will make sure of that"

Rooster nods and follows the rest to the tarmac. Jake knows that he is still worried, but there are some things that only Rooster can fix.

"How mad is Cyclone?" it's the first thing you ask when you get out of your aircraft.

"Well, he was fuming. And the fact that your boy over here was bragging about you in the front row doesn't make it any better" says Payback, exposing Jake in front of you.

You smile, walking closer to him. "Bragging?"

"He said, and I quote 'she's the best damn pilot you'll ever see' and 'that's my girl'" adds Fanboy.

"You hate me, right?" asks Hangman, hitting him in the shoulder.

"Nah, just enjoying this whole situation"

"Your girl… I don't remember agreeing to that?" you joke, smiling widely. It's the first real smile he has seen on you since you found out about Iceman's death. He missed it.

"Uuuh so you're still single?" says Coyote getting close to you

"Back off, Coyote" warn both Rooster and Hangman at the same time, making the whole squad laugh.

"Omg Rooster approves! Guys, we should go to the Hard Deck and celebrate. I don't think we'll be doing anything more today" explains Natasha.

"Aren't we leaving tomorrow anyway?" you ask, moving to the base with all your friends.

"Yeah, at 11:00 AM" answers Bob.

"Okay, guys. Hard Deck and then we'll go home to pack" Payback seems to have the whole night planned already.

"I'll pass, guys. I'm tired. I'll go to the Hard Deck to get my bike and I'll go home" you say, making the team groan.

"C'mon Y/n! We're celebrating your awesomeness" says Fanboy

"Thank you but not tonight" you state. Jake puts an arm around your shoulders. "I'm okay"

"I know you are. Want me to stay with you? We can watch a movie" he offers.

"No, Jake. I need to be alone tonight. I swear that I'll be okay"

"You call me if you need anything, okay?"

You nod, leaving the rest to go take off your flying suit.

And just like she said, Y/n leaves the Hard Deck as soon as she gets there. Jake's a bit sulky about it. He was planning on making things official today. Guess it'll just have to wait. Jake's not in the mood for some pool so he takes his beer and goes to sit on one of the benches outside, enjoying the quietness and the sound of the waves. If he closes his eyes he can remember how two nights ago, in this same bench, he almost kissed you.

"If you keep smiling like that I'll kick you in the face" Rooster's voice breaks the silence and makes Jake laugh.

"I just remembered something and got lost in my thoughts" he watches Rooster sit in front of him. "You should be with the rest"

"Well, you too. But you're here and as part of the 2 for 1 package deal, someone has to worry about you. I cannot believe I'm saying this" Rooster mutters the last park, making Jake laugh again. He's a good guy. Jake wishes he had stopped being an asshole sooner.

"I was just thinking about… everything, I guess"

"Yeah… it's been a whole mess of a week" agrees Rooster, taking a sip of his beer. "Can I ask you something? I want you to be completely honest"

"Sure. Ask away"

"Do you like y/n or are you just messing with her?"

Jake can't say that he wasn't expecting this question. Actually, he's been waiting for it for a few days already. Rooster is the closest thing you have to a big brother. And he knows how protective a guy can be towards his little sisters.

"I do have feelings for her, Rooster. But I haven't told her because timing is shit these days and I am not explaining those feelings to you first. I hope you understand it"

"... actually, that's a better answer than what I expected. You have my blessing" he says, raising his beer in Jake's direction.

"Thank you"

"But, you hurt her and I'll make sure nobody will ever find your body" adds Rooster with a creepy smile.

"...I kinda believe you and that smile scares the shit out of me" Jake laughs.

"Good. Now you'll be a good man"

They chat for a while, getting to know each other, sharing stories and realizing that they have things in common.

"Did she tell you about her mother?" questions Rooster after a while.

"Yeah, a few days ago. Y/n's really something else"

"She acts tough, like she can handle everything on her own… but you've seen the real Y/n."

"That's good… I want to know everything I can about her"

"Then I have to spill the dirty secrets. She had a call sign before Rebel. Oreo"

"Oreo?"

"It's the call sign Maverick gave her when she was little. She stopped being Oreo the day her father tried to pull her papers" explains Rooster, letting his beer aside to grab his phone. He opens it, looking for something and then turns it towards Jake. He wasn't expecting Rooster to show you a picture of you. There are two people in the picture: a woman and a toddler, and he knows the woman is Rooster's mom. They look similar. You were probably four, five years old. You're holding a stuffed animal, a teddy bear it seems, while hugging Carole.

Jake smiles. Those are Rooster's girls. His mom and his sister.

"You look like her"

"Yeah. I look a lot more like my father. Well, this is little Oreo. Rebel is now her name but I know that deep down, little Oreo is just waiting for her father to apologize"

"She misses him"

Rooster nods. "Everyday. You know, losing a father because he dies it's different than this. He's gone. You have memories, you know he loved you and he was doing a great service for his country when he died. However, if your father betrays you and then acts like nothing happened, he never apologizes and you have to kick him out of your life… "

"But you don't get closure in either case"

"Yeah, but you don't have to see him years later and see how he still regrets nothing even when he's trying to gain you back"

"Well, either way is fucked up. My father's a good man"

"Do you think he'll like Y/n?"

Jake chuckles a bit. "You know, when we first met I couldn't stop talking about her. I couldn't stand her. My dad called bullshit on it and said that I had the biggest crush ever."

"...I like him already. You have sisters too, right?"

Now it's time for Jake to look for a photo on his phone. He shows Rooster a picture he took on Christmas Eve last year. He was surrounded by his sisters and his two nephews. He was carrying her little niece, Lilly. That girl loved him with her entire heart.

"Uncle Jake seems to be a nice man" jokes Rooster.

"Yeah, Lilly makes me soft. She's my little girl" Jake smiles and leaves the phone on the table. "I'll go get another beer, you want?"

"Sure!"

Half an hour later, Rooster looks at his watch and sees that it's already late. "Oh shit, I have to go see Fahren"

"You really care about her, huh"

"What are you trying to say, bag man? It's a dear friend. Nothing more." Rooster argues quickly.

"Yeah, yeah. Nothing more"

Rooster grabs his phone and gives Jake the middle finger. "I hate that I can't hate you now"

"Get out of here and go see your dear friend."

"I'll kick your ass tomorrow" says Rooster while going to his car.

Jake stays there for a while, thinking that now Bradley is his friend. And all because of you. He stays there for a good ten minutes before getting up to pay. Penny informs him that Rooster took care of it already. This man. He is too nice.

Jake says goodbye to the other pilots that are scattered around the bar before going to his car. He's feeling tired already, all the events of the week and the lack of proper sleep are taking a toll on his energy. He gets home, takes the phone off his jacket and leaves it on the table. He lays in his bed, resting for a few minutes before having to get up, take a shower and get ready to sleep.

However, within seconds, he's fast asleep.

Jake wakes up an hour later to the sound of an unknown phone ringing by his side. He turns on the light of the nightstand, blinking several times to adjust his vision. Where's that noise coming from?

He sees the phone that he thought was his, ringing and showing a picture of Y/n and Rooster on the screen. Did he take Rooster's phone? Shit. He doesn't want to answer a phone that it's not his, but it's already late and it can be urgent. So he does it.

"Yes?"

"Bradley Bradshaw? I'm calling you from the Hospital. You're Y/n Mitchell's emergency contact, right?" says a soft female voice.

"Is she okay?"

"She had a motorcycle accident and she's-"

"What hospital?"

When the nurse tells him the name of the hospital, he hangs up and grabs his keys, running to his car. Hasn't she gone through enough shit already? A car accident now. He tries to stop his mind, filling itself with the worst scenarios. Y/n would be okay.

She had to be okay. He needs her to be okay.

By the time Jake arrives at the hospital, his palms are sweaty, he's having trouble breathing and the only thing that he can think about it's his sweet girl, laying in a hospital bed, hurt and bloody. He stops for a moment in front of the building, taking deep breaths and trying to calm his body. He never had a panic attack but this had to be the closest thing to it he has ever felt. Why you? From all the people that could possibly have an accident, why had it to be you? You have been through enough this week, and he had been part of those bad moments, even though he was better now, it was all very recent and Jake still blames himself for making you cry after comparing you to your father. It wasn’t fair. And you were too kind to even be mad at him. He would never deserve you. But he wanted you. More than that, actually. He loved you. And he would never let you go. That is, if you were okay.

He enters the ER and goes straight to the information desk. "Where's Y/n Mitchell?"

"Are you Bradley Bradshaw? I think I just called you"

"Yeah, it's me" Jake lies because he knows that otherwise, they won't let him see you. "Please, tell me where she is"

The nurse points to a room and he goes as fast as he can. When he enters it, he sees you, sitting on the bed with a few scratches on your hands. No blood, no broken bones. Nothing. You're completely okay. Your clothes seem to have taken the worst, your jacket is damaged and your pants too, but there are no open wounds like the ones he imagined. You seem to have fallen from the bike. He lets out the breath that he had been holding since he came in.

"Jake? What are you doing here?" you look at him surprised to see him.

"Bradshaw and I swapped phones by accident and I got a call from the hospital saying that you got in a motorcycle accident" Jake explains with a calm voice, even though his hands are still shaking.

"Oh god, you must've been so scared…"

"I thought… I-I thought…"

"Jake, honey… I'm okay, see?"

Jake is looking at you, but all his feelings and emotions are messed up. He doesn't know if he's happy you're okay, angry because the nurse made it look a lot worse than it was… He's a mess. Actually, there's something that he's sure about. He closes the distance that separates the both of you, takes your face between his hands and looks at you before leaning down to kiss you. It takes you by surprise. Part of your head is trying to understand that Jake is kissing you. The other part is screaming 'Finally!'

You grab his shirt, pulling him even closer and running your free hand through his hair. He's gentle and passionate yet soft. His hands move down to your waist, caressing your body and making you shiver. You hear someone clearing his throat and you move away from Jake. Your doctor is right there, watching the whole scene. He has your discharge papers ready.

"Miss Mitchell, you can leave. It was just a small fall, nothing to worry about. Here, your papers"

You take them, feeling embarrassed because he just saw you sucking faces with Jake. "Thank you, doctor"

He leaves and you look at Jake, laughing. "Are you okay, honey?"

"My front wheel locked up and I fell down. I just got scratches but the paramedics had to bring me here. I'm sorry they scared you" you explain holding his hand.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm okay. You're okay. And I fucking kissed you in front of your doctor. Great story to tell to our grandkids" he laughs.

"I mean… it was a good kiss"

"Yeah"

"A hell of a kiss, actually"

"We can do that again"

"We should, yeah" you nod.

"But in your house because if that doctor comes here again he will kick us out" he says while grabbing your things.

You walk to Jake's car, hand in hand. "Jake, do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Jake sighs, opening the passenger door for you. "Darling, you beat my ass at job, you can't beat me at this, too"

"I did it already"

He pulls you closer by the waist. "I would love to be your boyfriend, Y/n"

"Good. Now kiss me again"

"I will kiss you again at home"

"But" you pout.

"Don't give me that look"

You pout even harder.

"That's not fair, princess" he gives up and kisses you again.

"Well, life's unfair. But at least you get kisses" you shrug, sitting inside the car.

Jake closes your door and walks around to get to his door. "You're lucky your cute"

"You think I'm cute?"

"Cute, beautiful, precious, clever, brave, sexy… you want more? Because I can do this the entire ride home"

"...yeah" you confess. And he really does praise you until you get home.

Once you've changed clothes and taken a shower, Jake makes you dinner, puts a random movie on TV and sits with you on your sofa, running his hand through your hair and kissing your forehead from time to time. He seems to need to be connected to you in any way, and you are glad to not have to be alone tonight.

"Jakey"

"My mom used to call me that. When I was seven" he says, taking your empty plate from your hands and leaving it at the table.

"But it's cute"

"You're cuter" he brings you closer, laying down with your body on top of his. "Anyway, you wanted something?"

"I wanted to go to bed but now I'm comfy here" you say, closing your eyes.

"If you're gonna sleep, we're going to bed" he gets up and carries you to the bedroom. He drops you on the mattress, making you giggle. He is addicted to that sound. "I sleep without a t-shirt. Is that okay?"

You look at him, intently. "If you wake up with my hands all over you, it's your fault"

Jake takes off his t-shirt, laying down next to you and pulling you towards his chest. "I'm all yours to touch, honey"

You hug him, leaving a soft, sweet kiss on his chest. "You're gonna regret those words one day" you turn off the light and hug him again, falling asleep between the arms of the man you love.

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yourmomni · 7 months

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Fix you 4

A/n: 🥰told ya I was gonna post today and I'm doing on time Yaaaay anyways 1 more part after this yall ready for the finale...I'm not ENJOY @loveyouselfalways I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing

The cold air blew your dress up a little as you quickly walked away from your company's building. Wh3n you saw niki raise his fist at the producer you knew it wasn't gonna end well and the last thing you wanted to do was be the reason the boys couldn't get another interview with a big brand such as Elle. The black zip up you throwed on when you walked out was not helping you keep the warmth I'm your body. You were shivering, cursing yourself for not changing before leaving.

" Go look that way, she shouldn't have gone far " you turned around and saw the boys rushing out of the building looking both ways trying to find their missing member. Which was you

You cursed under your breath quickly rushing into a crowd of people leaving the 7/11 that was near. You quickly weaved in between people rushing into the alley nearby. It reminded you of a show you watched where there was a serial killer on the lose and all the girls were killed in an alleyway just like this. It sent a shiver up your spine, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

You turned around checking to see if you were being followed, letting out a quick huff of satisfaction when you saw no one.

" going somewhere." You screamed niki was standing there with his arms crossed. You turned around running the opposite direction but was stopped when he grabbed your wrist slamming your body into the brick wall that was beside you. One hand was on your waist while the other was still holding your wrist. His lips were inches away from touching yours.

"What are you doing?" You whispered too scared to talk out loud. He looked down at you . " Well if I have you like this you can't run from me."

You turned your head away from his

"Don't you think you are a little too close?" He smirked, " Why am I making you nervous?" He grabbed your chin so you were now facing him. He was leaning in closer as the reflective light off of the store across the street sign was bouncing off our faces." Why did you leave?" He asked I sucked my cheek while looking away from him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. " Why are you being so selfish?" I whipped my head at him " Me selfish what…I'm literally the complete opposite of selfish." He scoffed " Oh really so hiding things from your members is such a team player thing." " I did it so you guys wouldn't worry about me."

" Well too freaking late for that y/n." I crossed my arms moving from in front of him but he pulled me back " No you don't get to run away this time, you don't get to keep running away from your problems and hope that it'll fix itself soon." The pain I heard in his voice made tears well up in my eyes.

" I know you think that you can do this by yourself. You think if you're telling us what's wrong it's going to be another burden on our shoulders." I was looking at my feet and niki grabbed my chin raising it up to face him he locked eyes with me " But We want to help,we want to carry that burden with you y/n. we're a team we cry together,we hurt together, and we fight together no one is ever alone." I Wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. " But do you see what they say about me? Do you see the names I'm called over and over again, it's like I can never be good enough. I'm sorry that I look like this and if I could change it in a day I would i would fix that problem" " But thier nothing to fix. Your perfect on the inside and outside." Nike frowned his eyes brows.

" No, I love you just the way you are, the boys love you just the way you are. The real ENGENES love you for who you are. I know you've seen the way some of them look at you, they admire you. They admire your bravery and how after all the hate you get you still stand up and perform for them they love you for you. I wouldn't change anything about you. But if you want to fix something I'll fix the way you see yourself ill fix you."

Niki started down at her admiring her features and everything that made her perfect. He was never able to get up close and analyze your face but now he's happy he finally got to see everything that made you perfect to him

He licked his bottom lip staring at mine intently. " Niki." I breathed out. He was leaning down closer and closer, the hand that was once on my wrist was now over my head as he leaned on it.

" You're so pretty you know that. " my eyes widened. " Niki stop joking around." He shook his head " I'm not, I would never joke about something like that." His lips ghosted over mine. " You're so beautiful y/n and one day you'll see that, you'll see how ignorant and dumb people can be. You'll see yourself the way I see you." A finger ghosted over your lips." And how do you see me niki." He smirked, crashing his lips onto yours, you moved in sync with him, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

The butterflies that were in your stomach were now flapping around furiously trying to get out. After a while he pulled away trying to catch his breath. " I adore you " He breathed out. " And if anyone has something negative to say about you I will kill them." I giggled looking at him. He grinned happily

finally seeing you smile.

" Did we miss a chapter?" You and niki jumped, whipping your heads towards the edge of the alley where all the boys stood grinning. " Didn't you guys hate each other?" Sunghoon said with confusion all over his face. " I knew it." Jay smiled, holding his hand out to Heeseung who angrly placed a 10 dollar bill in his hand. I lifted the hood of my zip up over my head and covered my face with my hands.

" Can you guys please just leave or even better disappear and never come back." Niki gritted trying to push them away from the scene. " Fine we don't wanna see you and your girlfriend making out ànyways." He crossed his arms pouting " she's not my girlfriend she's my friend who I deeply care about." Sunoo chuckled, " yeah right." He was the first one to walk and the others followed him. Jake winked at niki making kissy faces.

" Well ... .now what." I asked niki shrugged " I don't know I never got this far in planning." I punched his shoulder " oh so you planned this." I motioned between us and he nodded, leaning his arms over my head again towering over me. " Yep, it's all in my book of mastery plans to make the world's most beautiful girl fall in love with herself just like I fell in love with her."

My eyes widened and so did his quickly moved away and stared at me in shock.

Did he just say Love

He laughed " I didn't mean love I meant…..adoration you know how much I adore you." Now he was nervous because no way in hell did he just tell the girl he was in love with since the trainee days.. that he was in love with her.

" Niki you-" He quickly cut her off. " Hey I think I hear Jake calling us. We should go let's go. I wouldn't want them to wait right." He ran around the corner and back to the building pumping into a couple of pedestrians quickly bowing and apologizing.

You smiled to yourself the boy you like finally admitted that he loved you, twice

And for the first time in months you finally felt like

You

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infraaa · 1 year

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『regarding the order for the lovely @lyforlyras— seeing as they saw the work I made entitled Seven Minutes for Longan Dragon Cookie… they sent in an order for me to replicate that for a… special red and black haired cookie…~』

苺の罪 🍓 『𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈』

red velvet cookie x fem!reader

baker’s notes // here’s a little gift for the customer to go along with this— this piece is heavily inspired by this song. ☺️💉🩸Also, I know japanese, and tried my best to pull kanji from the song while listening to it and translating it on my own. I used a livejournal article by user silvermoon249 as a spellcheck, as well as the original booklet.

tw // vampirism/blood play, period sex/oral, heavy sadism, degredation, bare backing, implied breeding, asphyxiation play (choking), impact play, and again, as I am infra, what a perfect opportunity to shit on licorice again! Yay! More lico slander! (Also licofait)

【cw // spin the bottle】

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

春の日、あの雪崩れの様に、止めど無く　滑り落ちて

頒-わか-ちがたい命��を掌-て-にしたいのなら

涙が枯れるまで。。。

『Like the descent of the spring sun, without end, it slips away.

If I wish to hold this inseparable theory in the palm of my hand, until the tears dry up...』

Darkness is insufferable. That’s okay though, because these little goofballs of darkness has off days. Licorice was talking to some idol chick walking next to him, drinking a tea… when…

“OH MY GOD SKRUNKS!” Parfait squeals, causing Licorice to jump in his footing. He looked over to her with half laden shock and made sure the tea in his to go cup didn't spill anywhere on him. "AAh! Gods, Parfait... be careful with that voice. I almost spilled your drink." He sighed and stopped his walking with her as he saw her eyes agleam, her blue eyes perfectly mirroring the blue sky above. "I have an idea, like, a suuuper idea! What if we took this Arizona Tea can and played around with it a bit? Ya know, like a dating game for couples and stuff?" "Ehh..? W...What are you talking about? A dating game?" She nodded with excitement and started skipping along the pavement. She got some steps away from Licorice before she turned, raising her arms outward like the wings on a plane. "Liiike... spin the bottle? I heard that one of your friends is also dating someone. Maybe we also get them to tag along!" He stood before her and felt his shoulders slightly lurch forward, his eyebrows furrowed in nervousness. "Ah... Par.. Parfait Cookie, I don't think--" "It will be so~so~fuuun!~ Pleeeease?" With big puppy dog eyes as pure hearted as water, Licorice looked into them with his own pale yellow ones, stuttering slightly in his wording before sighing once more, taking another drink of the tea in the tallboy can. "Fine. I guess I'll join, but--" "YAAAAY!" "AGH GODS PARFAIT...! GIAH!"

They got back to the your cottage with completely opposing energies. Parfait bounced in the door while Licorice walked in like a regular cookie. "We're back guys!" Parfait chirped as she went over to you and gave you a hug from behind. "Hey babes!" You pat her handon your collarbone with your own, looking at her from the corner of your eye. "Hey, Parfait, hiw are y--" "Where's your hubby? We HAVE to get him in here, Red Velvet Cookie, where aaaare yoooou? Hehehe!" From out the kitchen window you could see Red Velvet look back at you from the side of the yard, hanging with his dogs. He gathers them and starts to head back in the house.

He walked in and saw the layout of the people in the house before him. A sluggish Licorice to his right, and a bouncy Parfait Cookie clinging onto you, his lover, to his left. One of his dogs charged into the house to greet Parfait, jumping onto her leg and barking excitedly. "Red, there you are!" "Oh gods..." Licorice muttered as he collapsed on the couch, sighing. You walked up to him and leaned against the plush cushions. "What's wrong, Lico?" you asked as you looked down at the semi embarrassed cookie. "Parfait wants us to play a dating game together, the four of us. I only agreed to make her happy." You looked back over to Red Velvet and Parfait who had turned herself around wuth a sigh. "Yeah, we both agreed to that during our walk, won't you join us? Pleeeease Red Velvet? It'll be fuuuuun!" He took his forarms and jumped, like a small kid begging their parents for something. Meanwhile, Red Velvet stood stiff as a board, looking to Licorice. "Uuh... I think the tea you got for her... made her... hyper-- Licorice come get your girl, please." He got up and walked ovet to her, taking her hand and murmuring at her to stop. Eventually, Parfait got the two of you to join, and you four found yourslves sitting on a towel on the bathroom floor, next to yours and Red Velvet's shared bedroom.

“This is so stupid, this is so stupid, this is so stuuupid!” “SHAHT. AP. LICO!” The bathroom filled with silence as the dissolution of Parfait’s voice slowly drifted off on the walls of the bathroom. “Now, whoever touches their nose lasts, spins the bottle first! Ready? Go!” Parfait chirped as she quickly put a finger to her nose. You and Red Velvet followed suit, leaving Licorice Cookie unprepared. “Oh god damnit.” He said with a sigh.

ねぇ（幼き日の）幻聴が（響き渡る）非道-ひど-い（耳鳴は）

オ・サ・マ・ラ・ナ・イ！

『Hey, (the childish) voices in my head (echo) their cruel, inhuman (ringing in my ears)

Will not settle down!』

"Dreidel dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play." Licorice bluntly sang as the bottle spun around on the tile floor. Ity slowed, and landed on you before hesitantly wiggling on the floor so that the cap would land on his girlfriend instead. He hesitantly looked at you, who in turn smiled awkwardly. The rules are rules after all, and you leaned forth and kissed Licorice on the cheek after a nod from Parfait gave you her permission. Red Velvet watched you with falcon like eyes during the whole duration of this awkward exchange, a sudden boil forming in his chest. After you leaned back, you looked to Parfait to see who would spin next. You all did the finger to the nose as quick as you can, and then it was Parfait's turn! She spun the bottle excitedly with the snap of her fingers. "Ooooh, dreidel dreidel dreidal, I made it out of clay!~ And when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shal plaaay!~" She excitedly sang as she watched the bottle spin around quickly, slowing soundly with the grooves of the bathroom tile. Like clockwork, the bottle landed on you once again. "This bottle seems to like you." Red Velvet commented. Parfait looked at you with a sudden flush to her cheeks... chuckling to herself before leaning in the center of the circle only to meet you halfway in a friendly little kiss-- nothing too much, just a peck. You both leaned back into your positions in the circle with red faces and goofy smiles.

It was finally Red Velvet's turn. He spun the bottle and waited silently, only humming the tune of the dreidel song and was the bottle landed on Licorice, he grimaced at the boy clad in cheap robes. "AWWW! Kiss! Kiiissss!" "No." Red Velvet cut off Parfait's fangirling as he forcefully moved the bottle to point towards you. "Honey, you can't do that, that's against the game's rules--ah!" He suddenly got up from his place in the circle to pick you up off the ground and take you into your shared bedroom, locking the door shut upon entering. Parfait and Licorice heard the lock on the door click and looked to each other in nervousness. "I knew this would happen. Red Velvet is always like this." Licorice sighed, "hence why I really didn't want to do this." Parfait looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows a bit, humming in thought.

"Should we leave then? I don't think I wanna be here for much longer..."

"That sounds like a great idea."

大丈夫、少しおかしいだけだから「誰か」を畏れる事は、もうやめにしよう？ほら、もうすぐそこで、 Ah、淡い死の薫りが充満-みち-てきた !

『It’s all right, since it’s just a little strange Shall we cease being afraid of “someone” already? Behold, very soon there, Ah, it’s been filled with the fleeting aroma of death!』

"What are you doing-- ah!" Red Velvet let out what sounded like a gutteral sounding growl as he slammed you against the door, knocking the air straught out of your lungs into his own colliding into you forcefully and with fervor. You felt one of his hands graze at the skin of your waist as it trailed underneath the fabric of your top. He could smell faintly the small yet still noticeable scent that was Licorice and Parfait across your face and lips. Forcing your bottom lip open with a gesture of his thumb at your chin, you gasped as he infiltrated your mouth, seizing control of your tongue in a mere instant. You pushed at his chest, pleading for air, and when he felt you push at him, he bit down on your bottom lip. Hard. You squeeled, and pushed him away from you with a soft wince coming from your mouth, putting a hand to your now bleeding bottom lip. Backing away from you he smiled and put his hands to his hips. "You are incapable of understanding." He whispered darkly, almost manipulating the light in the room to diminish. His cerulean eyes started to creep along your figure as you started to walk around him, still holding onto your lip. "Understand?" You asked, trying to hold onto the thick blood in your mouth.

"Aggravating..." He sighed, walking towards you, your figure, trying to evade him. However before you could, he kicked your footing from underneath you, causing you to fall on your back on the bed. Laughing at you, you felt him kneel down at the opening of your legs, taking the fabric of your shirt and pulling you to sit up. "You purposefully wanted me to do this, right?" "No! No, that's not-"

"Such a bad girl..."

Your eyes widened as his mouth curled into a sadistic smile. Climbing on top of you, he grazed his thumb across your bottom lip;, taking whatever blood that was still there and sucking it off of his thumb. Sendinng a shiver down your spine, of course, but this is a side to him you've never seen. Sure, you two have been intimate before, but he's never been mean to you in this manner. Making you out to be a brat when you're not, slut shaming you for kissing another man's girl, hell even allowing that rat of a man to allow you to kiss him, even if it was on the cheek which was innocent enough to be passed on, even in game, it made you wonder... was he jealous? Red Velvet barely showed signs of jealousy or envy, he dubbed those emotions to be signs of weakness. But such emotions, albiet childish, he was feeling them hard in his gut, and he was taking it all out on you.

"You made me this way," he darkly cooed, a new sheen coming clear in his eyes. He bent down close to your face, almost literally pouring his water colored eyes into yours. "You wanna get shameless? Well baby, I can show ya shameless." He said snidely. He took his phone and disconnected his headphones from it, allowing the song that was playing on his phone to spill out into the room from the small speaker at the bottom.

あの丘で十字に、磔-はりつけ-られてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくれば－もっと、美味しいよ！

その瞳に映るのは悦び嗜虐-いたみ-の狭間にある「罪」と共に飲み干して────………… 飲み干して────………… 飲み干して────…………！

『Crosswise on that hill, a crucified love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Delight is reflected in your eyes Along with the ‘sin’ at the threshold of sadistic pain Draining you dry────………… Draining you dry────………… Draining you dry────…………!』

"Show me more then. Give me more." Red Velvet growled as he attacked your lip in a violent bout. You squeeled into the kiss, having the air flushed out of your mouth a second time, only for the feeling to repeat a third when he spanked your outer thigh. It was damn near suffocating the way he handled you. Biting your lip again, you cried out in pain, muffled by the cushion of his own lips. He sucked the leaking blood out of your bottom lip harshly, leaving it reddened and marked. "Good. Cry. Cry more, harlot." He spat, spanking your thigh repeatedly as you let out an even louder whimper with each hit. He sat above you, still, but only for a moment. After what appeared to be a moment of thought, he slid back down, taking your bottoms with him on the way down. "Ah, honey wait!" you cried out, quite concerned. He looked to you and smiled. "Don't act like you don't want it, I know you well enough to know you do. And besides..." He whispered as he proceeded to slide your panties down while trying his best to pull the tampon you had out of you. Your eyes widened as he stared at the used tampon with jealousy in his eyes, partially thinking with his obvioously horny yet big boy galaxy brain that the tampon wasn't only used to block the blood from escaping you, but also to pleasure you as you walked around. He growled at it and tossed it somewhere on the floor. "I... you know that I'm..." you whispered, shaking in nervousness. "So? A little blood never hurt anybody."

So brazen today... you never thought you would see this side of him. He inserted a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out once more as you felt him enter you. He sighed started to quickly pump his hand in and out of you. One of your eyes closed from the dull pain slowly mixing in with pleasure, much like how sugar caramelizes strawberries when mixed about. Moaning, you tried to squirm off of his hand but, as you knew he probably would, he took his free hand to hold you still, right on your tailbone it sat as it stopped you from leaning back.

"Ah ah ah, no no no, don't you go anywhere..." He cooed lasciviously as he dove down into your soaked bleeding cunt, making you gasp out as you felt his mouth voilate your clit.

血濡れた、このエレジーの中割り切れず、撹拌-ブレンド-する。。。甘酸っぱい極上の血を注ぎ込めば、倒錯者が、嗤う。。。

そぅ（戻れないよ！）表面に（拡がりゆく、）紅-あか-い（様式美）ト・ケ・テ・イ・ケ・バ！

『Soaked in blood, within this elegy Unsatisfied, stirring and blending... Once infused with the finest bittersweet blood, The pervert smiles.

That’s right, (there’s no going back!) Spreading across (the surface,) the deep red (elegant pattern) As it melts away!』

He sucked away at you, blood smearing across his cheeks in earnest with your attempted movements to grind on his face. The delivery method of thjis pleasure was all from normal, all from orthodox, this wasn't like him at all yet, you welcomed the beast within him in open arms. You loved him. His love... at this moment, was enough to leave you dizzy. For a moment your surroundings melted away, your vision clouding due to the heat inside you. You felt your cunt however continue to fill, and as it woke you from youur ecstacy filled trance, you sighed and looked down at the red and black haired man below you slurping away at your clit like noodles, pumping away at you still. Through a broken breath, you managed to mutter, "how... how m-many fingers... are y-you using?" With a snow lick of your clit, making you moan out in a pain filled lust, he licked his upper teeth and swalllowed, his mouth and tongue crimson with the stain of your blood. "Only three," he panted, licking his lower lip next, eyeing you like a predator as you mimiced his panting and heaving, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths. "But I can tell you loved having my fingers inside you." You moaned as you felt his digits swirl inside you, and then slowly sliding out only to ram into your blood soaked vagina, leaking onto the hard wooden floor and your panties below your feet. You screamed out in agony as he did this, feeling his sinful actions take over your mind quickly.

"Mhm... good girl. Be a good girl for me and take it while I eat away at you." He teasingly licked away at your clit once more, taking it into his mouth, sucking on it before letting it fall out of his mouth with a quiet pop. "Oh my FUCKING. GOD, you taste so good..." He murmured before taking your clit back into his mouth, growling on it like a dog at its food bowl. You felt your back arch as you felt the ridges of his top teeth graze at the sensitive organ, biting it softly. Throwing your head back at the growls he left at your bottom half. "You feel that huh?" He talked with his mouth full of you, "you feel the growls shaking through your cunt? Hm? "Mmmm... the vibrations of my throat onto your little cunt-" He felt you tighten around his fingers, your body tensing up with every pump. He laughed, kissing yhour clit. "Are you gonna cum?" He asked sweetly, the sweetness mimiced toxicity however, like a sickeningly sweet cherry syrup sliding into your mouth. You nodded shakily, and in response to that, he yanked his fingers out of you, making you whimper and cry out, wanting to feel more of his adrenaline rush. "Unnhh... Red Velveet... whyyy..." you dragged impatiently, trying to each for his blood stained hand, however he pushned you down before you could even get the chance.

大丈夫、誰も試したことがない密花-ヒソカ-を摘んで添えれば、赤裸々に視える二度、届かぬ祈り Ah、昏い瞳-め-に伝染-うつ-る諦めが────…………

『It’s all right, no one was testing you Once you pluck and trim a secret flower, it appears naked A prayer that won’t be conveyed twice Ah, the defeat infecting your dark eyes────…………』

He licked away at his hand and lips like a graceful animal, almost showing some kind of twisted sign of humanity left in him. Panting, you were still ledt dizzied as you felt him mount at your entrance. "Red, please..." you muttered out in your stupor. "Red, please what?" After your glowing face blushed, your eyes watering over, he giggled and leaned down into your neck. "Say it. Say you're Red Velvet's dirty little whore and that you want my cock in you." He whispered against the shell of your ear. You grimaced and panted in response before recovering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Say it!” Whimpering, rubbing your legs together, you stutter out… “I… I’m.. Red… R-Red Velvet’s li-little whore a-and I… I-I-I wannnt hic-his cock ins-side of me..” you hiccuped. Chuckling darkly, he kissed your neck in reward. “Good girl, now say..” he prepped, taking in a breath, “I want your baaby Red, I want your baaaby, Red..” he cooed mockingly in your ear with a high piched voice to off brand your own.

A... a baby? You didn't expect that. You both never really brought up the future possibility of children, actually you remembered that Red stated himself that he was against having kids right now given his current predicament. He didn't want to harm them... at least you thought. But why was he making you say that? Maybe he had different intentions behind those words, to make you look even dirtier maybe? To objectify you? No, you couldn't bare the thought... maybe it was a possession type thing. Yeah, that made the most sense here. It was too close to hold hands with his feelings of jealousy, it had to have been that. Nevertheless, wwith doubts spinning around your head, you once again repeated what he said, to his amusement. He let out a sadistic chuckle before sighing in ecstacy, holding onto your hips and guiding you into a mating press. You felt the tip of his cock touch you, teasing your opening, almost begging to be let inside as the tip of his cock felt wet and hot, oozing precum into you. He once again poured his eyes into yours, and pushed into you like a ram opening a door. Full steam ahead kind of vibe.

この罰に従事し、隷属-れいぞく-されてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくればもっと、美味しいよ

あの願いを裏切れば産まれる記憶の彼方にある光、消して踏みはずし────………… 踏みはずし────………… 踏みはずし────…………

『Engaging in this punishment, an enslaved love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Born in betrayal of that wish, The light that exists beyond memory disappears, Doomed to fail────………… Doomed to fail────………… Doomed to fail────…………』

Kissing at your neck with venomous fervor, you felt him slowly pull out of you only to push back in just as hard as his initial entry. You eyes rolled back into your head is it too simultaneously rolled over, the feeling of that twisted painful pleasure once again clouded your brain in waves, cancelling out any rational thought you may have had. With your head pressed against the pillow, Red Velvet put a hand at your throat, threatenting to squeeze the warm, tender flesh of your neck. His fingers, painted the cursed peppermint stripes and animal like claws adorning his nails, squeezed gently at your throat and as he thrusted, he watched the blood gather into your cheeks, the blood getting stuck there with nowhere else to flow. The air that you once had was being stomped out of you with his monstrous hand, choking you, putting your air supply on a thread. Yet... the dizzying pleasure this brought was enough to make you hurt. It felt so wrong to let him do you this way yet... at the same time you never felt so right to be so wrong. You moaned through the little air you had, crying out as he squeezed just a bit more... just a bit more pressure there. He smiled through grunts and groans as he pressed against you, your legs pressed against his shoulders firmly. The bed started to gently creak with each foul motion you two made in synchrony.

"R-Re-ed Ve-elve-e-e-etttt...! AaAaAhhh!" You screamed out as he let go of your throat, gaining oxygen in thrushes, making you cough up. He only sped up as you screamed his name, letting it fill his ears like a serenade. Just a bit more...

さあ、亡骸を抱き Ah、甘き死の予感を呼び戻す。。。

あの丘で十字に、磔-はりつけ-られてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくればもっと、美味しいよ

この罰に従事し、隷属-れいぞく-されてる愛磨り潰した苺の罪-ストロベリィジャム-を、ひと匙塗りたくればもっと、美味しいよ

赦されずに生きてきた恥らい遺した「傷跡」だけ、確かならば－

『So, embracing a corpse, Ah, recalling premonitions of a sweet death...

Crosswise on that hill, a crucified love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Engaging in this punishment, an enslaved love Once the mashed strawberry jam of sin is spread thickly with a single spoon, It’s even more delicious!

Such an intolerable shame came to be If only the ‘scars’ left behind are certain-』

That blurry feeling came back. Your surroundings melted away like jelly as your eyes crossed. You didn't even acknowledge the fact that your orgasm had came. A mixture of cum and blood leaked down your inner thigh as Red Velvet continued to pound you abused sex.

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

The sounds around you meshed together, almost like you were in a cave. Red Velvet continued to pound you in. You thought he said he was going to cum, but you didn't even know. You couldn't even scream anymore. Your body completely gave into his sick, childish desires.

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

You felt him still with one last gutteral groan, and then afterward you felt a torrent of hot seed flash into you. He sighed and panted, looking into your lust torn eyes. You watched his mouth move, bit it was still all gibberish you couldn't make out. You had to come down, as did he. 接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

His body sunk down onto yours softly with a quiet thud as some parts of his long hair hit his sheets. He started to kiss your neck, your collarbone, your cheeks, he started to kiss you everywhere... and you slowly came back down to see him cuddled up in your arms, a comfortable smile plastered onto his lips as he took in the warmth and the new scent of your breasts. You stroked his hair, with a matching smile... and you drifted off the same way he did, now one...

接吻-くちづ-けて────…………

『I kiss you...』

#infrawrites #infradelivers #infra@212!#cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run #x reader #crk red velvet #crk red velvet cookie #red velvet cookie #tw smut #crk smut #licorice crk #crk licorice cookie #parfait x licorice #parfait cookie

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little-bitty-froggy · 1 year

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Cg(s)- Eddie Dear+Frank Frankly

Little(s) - Julie Joyful

Age- 5

It was a nice spring earning and Julie, Eddie, and Frank were outside in a nice flowery field catching or just watching bugs.

Frank and Eddie don't really get much time together due to Eddie being a mail man so they thought this would be the perfect time to hang out together. On the way there they met Julie skipping around and being her usual self. “HAY JULIE”. Eddie yelled crossing the street. “Hm”? Julie turned around to see her best friend Frank and his boyfriend. “Hiya fellas, whatcha doing”? “Oh, we're just going down to the flower field to look at some bugs and to catch up on things”. Frank said with a smile holding a small leather bag that he carries around for his books and notes. “OOOOO~ that sounds like a lata fun. Can I tag along”? “Sure why not”. Eddie giggled turning to his boyfriend. “Is that ok with you hun”? “Sure I don't see why not.” “YAAAAY~”!!! Julie jumped with joy as she ran over the boys.

—Time skip cause i’m too lazy——

They had made it to a big field of flowers of all different kinds, peonies, tulips, windflowers little rose bushes on the sides, etc. There were many different bugs to look at. Butterflies, bees, Beatles, spiders, etc.

Julie giggled as she ran threw the flower patches. “Guys look, these ones are orange and yellow too, just like my horns”. She said pointing at the tulips and then right back to her horns.

“It sure does”. Eddie gasped. “FRANK LOOK, this one's orange”. Eddie pointed to an orange and black butterfly. “Ooooo~ that's a mark butterfly”. Frank said looking very happy to be talking about his interests.

Meanwhile, Julie was in her own little world chasing the bugs and nationally falling over the ruts of an occasional tree here and there.

“Oof, dat one really hurt”. She quickly put her hands on her mouth and looked over at frank and Eddie laughing at each other in the distance. “Thank god they didn’t here dat”. She groaned (“i cant regress now, I’m with my friends right now. Ooo- but what will they say if they find out”). Everything was flooding her head till she started spacing out.

“Julie”? “Hay Juuuulieeeee, you ok”. “Hu, oh ya m fine”. Julie said trying not to sound so kiddish even thought thats her hole personality but today she was a little off. Her voice was a tad bit higher and she kinda slurred her words. “You sure cause we’ve been calling you for like two minutes now”? Frank sounded a bit worried. “Mhm, m fine, ima be ight back”. Julie then got up and started walking. She didn’t know where she was going, she just new she wanted to get away from the couple.

“Oof”. “Owy, owy, owy”! Julie cries, slowly turning into sobs. “JULIE”!!The boys cried out. “Are you ok”. Eddie says running over to the mentally younger. Julie is still sobbing uncontrollably. “Shh shh, hay everything’s gunna to be ok”. “M-m-m-m sowry”. Her sobs slowly turned into soft cries. “Theres no reason to be sorry, you just had a little accident, your ok, hehe”. Eddie reassures her. “M- what do you want me to do ki—oooh hehe”. Julie looks over at frank making grabby hands towards him. Frank gets down to her level.”are you little right now”. “Mhm” she blushes hiding her face from the two mentally older boys. ”Why didn’t you tell us”. “Cause is didn wan you to e weiwded out. I didn wan you to stwap bein m fwend”. Julie started to tear up. “I don’t know if you know this already but”. Julie looks up at Eddie. Eddie takes out a small stuffed bear and an orange,yellow,blue pacifier. “Im an age regressor too. Well a flip”. “Same here, and when where both small Howdy comes and takes care of us”. The two mentally boys looked over at Julie as she’s giggling ind stimming.

“Now, can we go catch buofwies”.

“Yes, yes, we can”.

Im so sorry that it took me so long.school has been tough cause i had a bunch of tests, but tysm for the request this was a lot of fun to make, especially with some of my headcanons.:)

#sfw agere #welcome home agere #welcome home arg #welcome home #frank frankly #eddie dear #Julie joyful

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goqmir · 17 days

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well if i tried to sleep id probably just be drafting this out in my head anyways so here's a significantly larger payload of pooltoy magic than the little trickle that reblog chain we got going had:

rather than in the neighborhood pool we're splashing about at the edge of a lake, tall trees masking any hints of a world outside of our little alcove, nature's cradle rocking us back and forth, back and forth in the calm waves. im fascinated by the kind of mini stasis things left in the water achieve, trusting my life vest to keep me safe as i let go of you and watch how you drift slowly through each bob and dip and bob and dip in the waves, letting you get riiight up before the point where recovering you would require more than trivial wading, and snatch you right back into my arms, letting my body weight reacclimate itself to the support you provide.

of course i can't just preform such an experiment once, your smiling yoshi face dances so mesmerizingly in the water each time i let go! your spin is just a leisurely horizontal one around your shell, my anticipation turns to disappointment each time your puffy body's balance seems oh so close to sending you tumbling around vertically over the next wave. such a dunking never comes, of course, despite my best imagining of a result other than your continued spinning around and around on your back... and naturally by this time i've actually let you drift too far away, and i have to actually give a semblance of a real freestyle swim to grasp onto your handles once more.

i force the brunt of my weight upon you and dipping a little bit of you under the water. im long past my days of trying desperately to fully submerge you (for now) but i dont spare any second thought about leaning on you totally for support as i kick myself around happily, probably imagining the first time princess peach ever rode a yoshi. was she scared? I decide on no, given her general lack of extreme distress at nearly any situation, and constant dragging about at high speeds by bowser. this sort of mental zone i've lost myself in leaves my hands with nothing to do, and they quickly find that picking at your seams makes excellent busywork. ive of course got no chance of undoing the wonderful craftsmanship holding you together, but exploring the crevices natural to a being made of patches of rubber sewn together gives such a delightful sensation to my hands that i even forget about my little mental fanfiction to focus on a bit of seam that seems particularly of note in texture and flickability. if the spot is truly different from any other on the line, who knows, but in that instance it is your most important facet and i will, until bored, explore it in its entirety.

okay and then i start trying to dunk you so your whole body is underwater again :3 sorry not sorry :3 (well i am sorry if any of this writings rough from lack of sleep but not about the dunking thing)

EHEHEHE YAAAAY what a wonderful swimming afternoon >w< smiles so widely!! awweeee youre on top of me,, leaning against me.. grabbing at my h-hhandles >_< mfmmfmrmm gosh what a wonderful lazy sunny day youre so fun to play with and so pretty in the sparkling water <3<3 teehee thank u for sending me this this is so fucking awesome hiiiiiiii ^w^ ehehe sqrk sqk sqk!!

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cainluvr69 · 5 months

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 8

Previous Chapter

Bradley: Sigh… Fer cryin' out loud.

Snow: I'm so glad you came back, Bradley dear.

Bradley: Can't believe that bastard Nero had pepper on standby. Next time I see him, I'm going give him a patdown.

White: Owen dear, did you find the shop with the torta di cocco?

Owen: Shut up. I'm looking for it. This is weird… I'm pretty sure it was in the bazaar.

Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: Here, boys. Let me give you a sample. They're magic seafood crackers.

Snow: Wah, are you sure?

White: Yaaaay, thankies!

Owen: What are these.

Snow: Seafood crackers.

White: They're magical snacks. Something interesting might happen when you eat one. Go on, give it a try.

Bradley & Owen: No way.

Snow: Owen dear, they're snacks!

Owen: But they're not sweet, are they? Just eat them yourselves.

Snow: Of course!

White: We shall!

Snow & White: Munch… Delicious~!

Bradley & Owen: …

Bradley: If nothin' happens, then I guess I'll try one.

Owen: Me too.

Bradley & Owen: Munch…

Bradley: Mm. Not too shabby.

Owen: They're crunchy and taste like sea creatures.

Kid That Also Tried Them: Moooom! I can only walk side to side like a craaaab!

That Kid's Mom: Dear, what's wrong?! Our house is this way!

Guy That Also Tried Them: I--I'm so sorry! For some reason my body's only letting me move backwards, like a shrimp!

That Guy's Sister: Big brother, hold on! Where are you going?!

Snow & White: Ohoho! How fun!

Snow: It's a good thing we only pretended to eat them!

Bradley: Wha--?!

White: I wonder when the two of you are going to start showing the effects~?

Owen: I'll kill you…

Borda Island Resident: Oh no! Everyone's acting all weird because of those magic snacks! The wizards in the market are handing out weird magic snacks!

Borda Island Resident: Huh?! The wizards in the market are giving out poisoned snacks?!

Borda Island Resident: Help us! No matter what we do, we can't stop schooling like sardines! Even though we don't want to, we just keep moving together!

Bradley: Tch… You idiots got us caught up in some real bullshit.

Owen: If I just kill everyone here…

Snow: My, what's wrong, you two? You're standing back-to-back.

White: You're like mussels!

Owen: Tch… <Cure Memini>

Snow: Oh, he vanished!

White: And we wanted to play more~!

Snow: …That said, this is certainly quite a mess.

White: While we find these kinds of snacks fun, for humans, this is a strange and frightening experience.

Borda Island Resident: What should I do?! I tried one of those fruits earlier!

Market Wizard: Well now, this is a rare magical fruit. I'll give you a sample, just for today…

Traveler: Stop it, you murderer!

Market Wizard: Wh-what did you just call me?!

Borda Island Resident: Won't anyone save me, a poor little arthropod~?

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Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: … Fufu…

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Riquet: Fufu… It's almost our turn.

Mitile: Yeah! I hope they're not sold out yet.

Riquet: If they're sold out, are we not going to get anything?

Rutile: I guess so, if they're completely out of everything.

Riquet: Oh no…! … I pray…that we may buy something…

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: We're all sold out of torta di cocco for the day!

Rutile & Mitile & Riquet: …!!

Rutile: Oh no… They did sell out.

Riquet: …How…How could this happen…

Mitile: We already planned to stay the night here, so let's come again tomorrow.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: You boys there.

Riquet: Do you mean us?

Riquet: (She seems like a kind person… And she's wearing a pretty flower ring.) (I feel like I've seen it before…)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: I'd like to give you this, if you'll accept. I already ate some earlier today.

Riquet: Are you sure?!

Rutile: But, but…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: But you all want to eat it. I'm acquainted with this shop's owner. Everything they make is a masterpiece.

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: Thank you so much. Lady Claudia…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Don't worry. I just felt terribly sorry for them. I'll be sure to come again.

Riquet: (Lady Claudia… Is that this woman's name?) Claudia. Are you sure it's okay for us to take this torta di cocco?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes, of course. I won't complain about it later, I promise.

Riquet: You promise… (I think my mother would be about the same age as this woman.) (I wonder what kind of person she was?)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Boy?

Riquet: My name is not "boy", it's Riquet. I'm a wizard, so I can't make a promise in return.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Is that right, Riquet. Well then, it'll be a promise just for me. I'm quite experienced with solo promises, I'll have you know.

Riquet: Solo promises?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes. Like promising you I won't complain, or promising to take care of this memento of my sister… Or promising to only love a single person for the rest of my life.

Riquet: …

Rutile: How lovely… Miss Claudia. Thank you for your kindness. We've been looking forward to eating torta di cocco very much. I'm really, truly grateful.

Claudia: Well, I'm happy to hear that. I hope you enjoy your wonderful sweets. Now then, please excuse me.

Mitile: Thank you!

Riquet: Thank you. (I think that I've made a lot of promises in my own heart, too.) (Because I know that rules, justice, morals, and proper procedures must be followed.) (But I'm still trying to find a solo promise that's just for my own sake…) (And I haven't been able to find one.) (It's like I've fallen into the vast ocean to drown and sink to its deepest depths.) (I imagine this is how that feels.) (My heart is like the ocean.) (There's nothing in it but dark depths.)

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Akira: This is so good…!

Rutile & Mitile: It's soooo tasty!

Riquet: This torta di cocco really is wonderful…! I need to express my thanks to Claudia.

We'd neatly split the torta di cocco into even pieces, and now we were eating it, sitting by the seaside. Torta di cocco was something very similar to coconut cake. It was a cake as fluffy as a cloud and packed with lots of coconut, and even its appearance was unique.

Mithra: Well, this is good.

Rutile: Ah, Mithra… If you're only going to have a single bite, don't take such a big one…

Akira: (Honestly, it kind of feels like a waste to give any to someone like Mithra, considering he'll say even charcoal is good…)

Mithra seemed interested in the bits of shredded coconut that were fluttering down. I wonder if it reminded him of the snow in Northern Country. Gulls were calling in the background. I looked up at Mithra, sitting at my side, and his gaze was fixed on the ocean as sweet, powdery snow fell from between his fingers. His lips were pressed together, and his expression was hard to read.

Akira: …Is something wrong, Mithra?

Mithra: Something's here.

Akira: Huh?

I became the target of Mithra's gaze instead. My breath caught in my throat. In the waning light of the sun, he was as beautiful as a painting--a masterpiece had been drawn right next to me.

Mithra: There's something in the ocean.

I looked out to the ocean. I didn't see anything but the calm lapping of waves and seabirds silhouetted against the sky. But then…

Mitile: Ah… Look. Those people walking down the beach…

Mitile pointed his finger towards the edge of the beach.

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Under the sky dyed in the warm hues of sunset, where seagulls could spread their wings and soar undisturbed… A strange procession had formed on the shore. At the head of the procession was a man with long, white hair and fluttering blue clothes. I could tell he was a beautiful, elegant person even from a distance. Following behind him were many women in bright, colorful clothing. It was like they were fish with gleaming scales, swimming through the sunset scenery as though it were the middle of the sea. The white-haired man at the front…was wearing a silver bracelet with a large gemstone set in it.

Rutile: Is that the prince of the fallen kingdom the bard was singing about…?

He raised his head. I had the feeling he looked at me and smiled.

Mithra: …!

Akira: Wah, what's wrong?!

Mithra had suddenly scooped all four of us into his arms. He was protecting not only the Southern brothers he'd sworn to defend, but me and Riquet too, his whole body prepared to respond to anything.

Mithra: Why here…

Akira: D…Do you know him?

Mithra: I do not. However… He is not something that should be on land.

Mithra's voice was somewhat shrill. That startled me, and I stared at the silver-haired man. Mithra feared nothing and no one but the world's strongest wizard, Oz, and yet I'd just felt him shiver. In perfect contrast to Mithra, the silver-haired man wore a honeyed smile as he approached. The gentle evening breeze caught his silver tresses and the blue fabric of his clothing, and they fluttered through the air as if dancing. It was as if he were the sea itself. His eyes were a silver so pure they seemed almost transparent. It was a bit frightening.

???: Hwylryn.

Akira: Huh…?

But he did not repeat whatever he'd just said. Yet, somehow, I knew that had to be his name.

Mithra: …If you get any closer, I'll kill you.

At some point, Mithra had pulled out his magic focus, his crystal skull. The Southern brothers and Riquet both drew back, pressing against Mithra, his current state putting them on edge. The silver-haired young man…who was probably Hwylryn simply smiled. It was a friendly but mischievous expression.

Hwylryn: Be at ease, wizard of the North. I'm here to negotiate. What's your name?

Akira: Um…Akira.

Mithra: Master Sage!

Akira: Sh…should I not have told him?!

Hwylryn: Ahh, the Sage. So you're the Sage? Hmmmm.

Hwylryn narrowed his silver eyes. It was like the expression of a cat facing the sun. I could feel Mithra, still standing vigilant at my back, but as I looked at the man standing in front of us, I could feel my fear fading away. I couldn't say why, but he seemed like a cat who wanted just wanted to come and stick his paws in the middle of things.

Akira: …What do you want to negotiate?

Hwylryn: Sage. Take this.

He extended his hand, and I reached mine out, too. I blinked, and my hand was filled with gemstones. I didn't know what exactly all of them were called, but I could tell they were well-sized, well-cut, and very, very valuable.

Hwylryn: I'm giving this to you.

Akira: For… For the torta di cocco?

Hwylryn: Yeah. I heard the last customers had been served. And that you lot were those last customers.

Akira: Ah…

There were so many things I should've asked him, but the question that ended up coming out was a weird one.

Akira: Are you Hwylryn?

Hwylryn: That's right.

He kneeled down in front of me, maybe to meet my eyes. His silvery, transparent eyes looked up at me. It seemed like he was deliberately trying to downplay his commanding presence to put us more at ease.

Hwylryn: Please?

I split my slice of torta di cocco in half with my hand and gave him the part I hadn't taken a bite from yet. Maybe I should've given him the whole thing, but it was so delicious that I ended up only giving him half.

Akira: H…here.

Hwylryn: Thank you.

Hwylryn took a bite of the torta di cocco. Shredded coconut fell to the sand, dancing through the air as it went. Hwylryn looked up at Mithra, who had kind of stopped breathing, and grinned at him. The fluttering tips of his sleeves brushed against Mithra's nose. But Mithra had never had someone tease him like that before, so he was just left confused.

Mithra: …?!

Hwylryn: Let's play together soon, wizard of the North.

That was how Hwylryn and I first met.

****TL Note: Hwylryn's name, while not a literary reference, is taken from the Welsh word hwyl, meaning "fun" or "passion".

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