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I am begging on my knees for a part two to cowboy price😭🙏

here she is!!! cowboy price part 2!! I really really hope you enjoy it ♥︎♥︎

18+ mdni - cw: spanking - ~2.8k words

John Price owns the ranch that neighbours your father's. You like to trespass. He teaches you a lesson.

Here's part 1! (and there will probably be a part 3 lol i'm having way too much fun)

Staring face down into the bale of prickling hay, sipping the turgid air like warm milk, you scoured your mind for your next apology. There was a long list of transgressions Mr Price could demand an apology for. Would he punish you for every single one?

Did you want him to?

His spread hand hovered over the skin of your rear, a threat – it ghosted over the fine fuzz and triggered ripples of gooseflesh to radiate out from the faint touch.

“I’m sorry for–” you uttered, barely a croak, “for making you chase me.”

The second you spoke it, your entire body tensed itself on instinct – girding itself for the discipline that would inevitably follow. Swift, and purposeful; he raised his arm, reeling it back like the string of a bow.

And he released it just as suddenly, hurling his palm downward rapidly enough to emit a whistle through the air; it collided with your ass in a sharp smack, over the same burning handprint he had already left there.

The force of it thrusted you forward, knocked a helpless squeal from your throat. You whimpered at the grit and dust grinding under your knees as it rocked you, your hands flat on the haybale turned to fists as you desperately squeezed handfuls of straw.

“Mhm,” he grumbled, grave and deep, “and?”

You swallowed air through your open mouth, your heart thundered in your ears – out of breath, but too wary to inhale deeply enough to sate it.

“For…” you hesitated, “for talking bad on your father.”

Keeping your hips still with his restraining forearm, he raised his free arm once again; you held your breath, squeezed shut your eyes in preparation for the blow. Swing. Smack.

Each collision of his vicious hand over the same spot burned worse than the last, as though his palm was adorned with barbs that pierced your fevered skin on impact. Yet a quiet moan slithered from your chest, slipped from your tongue, oozed like honey.

He drew in a grumbling breath, strained as he sucked it deep. Could he hear the pining titillation in your throat, dripping from each yelp? Might he hit you harder for it?

You winced, shivered, as his wide hand rested against the matching print that only grew more raised and more red by the second, the touch by turn warming and punishing. “Keep goin’.”

“I’m–”

Bitten off by a gasp as his fingers pushed in only slightly, burrowing into the pillowy flesh of your ass as though the squeeze was unintentional – the pressure on your near-broken skin inflicted an ache that made you whimper.

“I’m sorry for stealing cherries,” you force out, in a wet mewl.

He bore his dissatisfaction with a cocksure suck of his teeth. “Whose cherries?”

“Yours,” you squeaked.

“Mm,” he nodded, grinded out through a tight jaw. “Mine.”

Followed quickly your chastisement; the swish of his hand hurtling through the air, the ear-splitting crack of his open palm striking beaten flesh, the whine of twisted thrill that squealed out from your lips.

“My cherries–” he spat, unrelenting; again he lifted his palm, letting it hover in the air for a brief moment before he brought it down with a force.

Smack.

“–My orchard–”

Smack.

“–My hat–”

Smack.

“–My horses–”

Smack.

“–My stable–”

Smack.

“–My land.”

Smack.

The final blow threw a saccharine cry from your heaving lungs, dosed with a shameful squeak of desperation, wet and eager; eyes watering, your head collapsed into the haybale, prickly against your bright red cheek.

The skin of your rear stung numb, throbbing like a heartbeat, your knees shook with the adrenaline that riddled you from head to toe.

And as you adjusted your knees to balance yourself after he had knocked you off kilter – you felt the slick that had seeped from you, drenching your cunt in slippery syrup, the cool air biting cold at the saturated patch of your floral pointelle panties.

You could only suck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down in abashment and guilt, self-flagellation for the burning heat that had pooled between your legs; almost as blindingly consuming as the white-hot sting of his hand-shaped brand.

He leaned back from you, balanced himself with his hand on your ass. Panting like a wolf, he wiped his brow with the back of his hand as though he had overexerted himself, broken a sweat in his outburst. Seemed to pause as he looked over his handiwork – had spanked you hard enough that you wouldn’t doubt how crisp the perfect outline of his hand would have been. Perhaps it was purple, speckled with the spots of broken capillaries and blood seeping under the hot skin.

But it mustn’t have been the damage he had inflicted that he was stuck on, as you heard his heavy breathing degrade into hoarse, animalistic chuffing; a broken grunt as though he had been kicked in the stomach.

You felt his thumb, slow and probing as though influenced by an unseen force – creep towards the cleft of your ass, running along the elastic lace hem of your panties. Teased the trim like it might slip underneath, but it didn’t. No, instead, he hovered it over the gusset, barely grazing the sodden fabric.

Eyes fluttering shut, you inhaled weakly, a quiet simper as he pushed his thumb into the valley of your cunt; wetting the tip with your fluid that soaked the thin cotton, dipping into you as though the single layer of fabric wasn’t the only barrier preventing him from plunging it deeper.

He must have felt the ring of muscle at your entrance tighten and twitch, an inadvertent reflex to his intrusion – because he abruptly tugged his hand away. You quickly released a sharp and feverish breath, cunt still pulsing around the painful absence of his finger.

“Alright,” he huffed, through teeth, as he rubbed the back of his head in exasperation. “Reckon you learned your lesson.”

You squeaked as you felt his pelvis press against yours, weighing against you from behind; as he leaned over you, reaching past you to pick up the cattleman that he had knocked from your head.

“Huh?” He persisted.

“Yes,” you croaked, realising his demand, you were quick to follow it. You leaned upright, kneeling still, as you tugged down the skirt of your dress to cover yourself; grimacing as the light fabric brushed over the burning welt on your rear.

With a hand on his knee he pushed himself to stand, sniffing in vexation as he dusted off his jeans. Bowed his head to put his hat back in its rightful place, pinching the leather crown with a single hand as he gave it a shimmy to adjust it. “Yes what?”

Through a whimper, you whispered, “Yes sir.”

“’Atta girl,” he gritted, “learned you some manners.”

You feebly swept a lock of your dishevelled hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, too poignantly humiliated to think of anything pert to utter.

“Up y’get.”

It took you a moment to gather the nerve to stand, breathing carefully as you placed your hand on the edge of the haybale. Impatient, evidently, John bent down to you, slipping his broad hands under your arms in an effort to pick you up.

You yipped, wriggling away from his grasping hands as he hoisted you upright, and you landed on your feet with a wobble. “I can walk,” you bit.

“Yeah, right,” he groused, spinning you by the torso before hooking his arm around your waist; you yelped as he tossed you callously over his shoulder like a wet rag. “I ain’t letting you run off again, missy.”

“I wasn’t gonna run,” you whinged, but you mustered no resistance as he hauled you towards the stable door, kicking it open with his boot.

He snorted as he adjusted you on his shoulder, carting you out into the evening sun – appeared the sun had begun its approach to the horizon since you had run off from him, you forgot the days were beginning to grow shorter. The hum of the cicadas still blared just as loud as earlier, though, and the air just as warm, despite the fading orange glow of the sunlight.

Trudging through the long grass, no doubt towards his truck, he chided; “D’you expect me to trust you?”

You bit your tongue, scoured your scrambled mind for any retaliation. “I don’t want to get in trouble again,” you mumbled.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he sneered, “I think trouble is the only thing you want.”

The pressure of his thumb lingered against your entrance, a permanent impression that made your heart flutter at the memory. Perhaps he was right.

“That’s not true.”

“No?” He questioned scornfully, grasping hand digging into the side of your waist to keep you steady. “Then why’d you come back here, huh?”

You pouted, staring into the grass, watching the back of his boots rise and fall with each step. Would you tell him it was just to see him? Just to have him find and scold you? Just to toe the line? Long since crossed, wasn’t it.

“I wanted some cherries,” you lied.

“Uh-huh,” he scoffed, as the grass began to shorten, bleeding to the rubble and dust of the old road. You heard the deep click of a handle, the rattling of the truck door, the moaning of its old hinges as it swung open. “Was it worth it?”

You hesitated, gasping as he tossed you into the passenger door of his Chevy – you landed on your back across the worn leather bench seat, bouncing slightly in the fall, head narrowly missing the steering wheel.

“Yes,” you breathed, to answer his question, and he froze like you had caught him in a bear trap.

Stood imperiously between your knees, as your feet dangled out of the open door, skirt having been rucked up by the landing. He glowered down at you, lips in a thin and admonishing line, but his predacious eyes betrayed his stoic righteousness.

Glare clawed down your splayed form from your dewy lips, to the swell of your breasts, to the bare skin where your thighs met your hips. Catching a glimpse of the mound of your pussy from under the hem, hidden from him by the dainty fabric of your underwear.

He breathed raggedly through flared nostrils, put a white-knuckled hand against the top of the doorframe, casting a looming shadow over your body. His gaze was pointed, fiery, burned from lidded eyes - you felt the heat of his stare, it made you sweat, made your cunt ache unbearably for his attention.

Tongue squirming, too bashful to form a plea; you made your entreaty with a meek hand, tracing your fingertips down your stomach, catching in the pleats and folds of your linen dress. With a hook of your fingers under the hem of your skirt, you coaxed it upwards, coyly exposing yourself bit by bit. Watched cautiously as his lour raptly followed your movements, belying his stone-faced expression.

But he stopped you, or himself, with a pat of his hand on your thigh, just above your knee. Left it there. And he ordered, dark and strained;

“Settle down.”

With a moan of petulant defeat, you dropped your arm to your side.

“I’m takin’ you home,” he grumbled, reaching for your skirt – did so with purposeful cruelty, letting his calloused hand graze up your thigh as he grabbed the hem and tugged it downwards to cover your panties.

He took impatient hold of your knees and swivelled them inside the cab, before shutting the passenger door with a creaking swing and a loud slam. You sat yourself upright, wincing at the painful reminder of the lashings on your rear as it pressed into the firm leather seat. He marched around the truck and hopped in behind the steering wheel, you crossed your arms churlishly as you glared out the passenger window.

Peevishly huffing as he started the engine and accelerated off down the deteriorated dirt road, you bounced around in your seat, the vibrations of the rolling vehicle doing little to settle the sore throbbing between your legs.

“I’m telling my dad what you did,” you griped, rich with spite.

“You can tell ‘im whatever you want,” he scoffed, hanging his arm out his open window, wrenching the steering wheel in the tight grip of his closer hand.

“I’ll tell him you hit me.”

“Yeah?” He gibed, “Gonna tell him how worked up you got?”

Scowling, you felt your cheeks glow red as you glowered out the window. “I wasn’t worked up,” you fibbed.

“Mm. Sure seemed like it.” You could hear his smirk without having to look at him.

You fumed. “Sounds like you’re proud of yourself."

He only released a quiet and scornful huff of laughter in response to that. Nothing snide left to say, now that you’d accused him of purposefully arousing you. But he was right. It was all you could think about, writhing and sizzling in your mind and in your stomach; a fire that he had lit, and now he mocked you for being ablaze.

Daddy’s house came into view, two storeys high with a wrap-around veranda, cladded in chipped white siding and adorned in carved cornices. Sat atop a rolling hill of dry grass, surrounded by century-old white oaks that kept it shaded.

You could only sulk, keeping your arms vitriolically crossed and refusing to utter a single word until the truck rolled to a halt over the raw gravel of the turn-around driveway.

Your father was where you’d often find him; leisurely lounging on the wicker veranda bench, reading glasses on his nose and some dull book about the economy in hand. But he perked up at the arrival of Mr Price’s truck, an especially unfamiliar sight, one that would no doubt spike some suspicion.

John left the engine running and hopped out of the truck. You sorely begrudged the dire possibility that you’d be forced to return to your childhood home, stuck in the tedium of your quotidian life, left to only daydream about the events of the afternoon as you washed dishes and folded laundry.

So in the brief seconds you had before he stormed around to the passenger side, you slipped your hands under your dress. Tucked your fingertips into the waistband of your panties, bucked your hips as you shimmied them down your legs and plucked them over your feet. And you nestled them behind you, out of sight as John yanked open your door, beckoning with an impatient and commanding hand for you to step out.

You groaned as you followed his wordless demand, jumping down into the gravel and glaring up at him with a vindictive curl in your lips. You spitefully stayed still, then, not taking a step in any direction of your own volition, wary that he might glance upwards and spot the coquettish little calling card you left in his truck.

“Move it,” he ordered.

You only pouted. “You’re a dick.”

With an exasperated roll of his eyes, he tugged your shoulder in the direction of your house – then lodged his hand at the back of your neck, under your hair, an authoritative grasp so that he could drive you by it. And he did, nudging you along, you stumbled awkwardly over your bare feet as you were carted towards your veranda.

Daddy pushed himself to stand, holding his hand over his eyes to shield them from the blinding setting sun as he ambled to the top of the deck stairs.

“Johnathan,” he spat, disgruntled and apathetic – just wanted to get back to his book, no doubt. And when he spotted you, last, of course, he queried; "That you, hun?”

You glared into the gravel, flushed with fervent humiliation, disguising it as malice.

“Found her trespassing,” John yelled, terse and irate. “Again.”

Your father hooked his thumbs in his beltloops, squinting down at him. “Fence is on your property, John. S’your problem if she fits through the gaps.”

“You need to keep a handle on your daughter,” John snarled, thick with derision, fuse running short. He released your neck with a slight shove, then, and you vindictively rolled your shoulder away from his lingering touch.

Your father snorted. “Looks like y’got a better handle on her than I ever will.”

Had enough, you stormed away from the condescending rancher, marching with your arms crossed towards the steps.

“Y’know what happens if I catch you back on my property, don’t you, girl?” John barked after you, a growl in his throat.

Shoving past your bewildered father as you trudged up the creaking stairs, you rolled your eyes. Concealed the coy smirk that curled in the corner of your lips, you answered with a grouse;

“Trouble.”

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01zfan · 4 months

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trigger finger | j. sc

boyfriend!sungchan x fem. reader | 4.5k words

a request and i kinda just rolled with it lol.

contains: emotionally regulated sungchan gets his buttons pushed by his rude girlfriend, rough sex ???, unprotected sex, semi public

sungchan was patient. he was kind. he never raised his voice at anyone or lashed out. it took him awhile to become this way, so even keeled and calm. a majority of his late teens and early twenties was dedicated to taming his turbulent emotions and occasional outbursts. after years of learning to regulate all of his feelings he had become a person who could approach any situation with a balanced mind.

he had channeled ebullient emotions into sports and working out. he figured if he could control his body to score a goal or hit a new max weight that same control could be transferred to his mind. because sungchan followed this mentality, by the time he had turned twenty his body and temperament had completely changed. he got compliments now not only about his height but his build too, people who knew him in his teens exclaiming how “different” he was compared to back then. sungchan learned by the time he was twenty one that they were trying to subtly mention how well adjusted he had become. sungchan was no longer the stubborn kid that would defy teachers and roll his eyes at his parents. he was a gentleman—one that held doors open even if ten people had to come through, one that removed his hat indoors and always volunteered to get the short end of the stick. he ate the figurative shit the world threw at him with a smile on his face; he took it as penance for the little demon he was growing up.

sungchan believes that’s what drew you to him. sungchan was twenty two now, so used to the being pleasant it became an intrinsic part of who he was. it was an automatic reaction for sungchan to meet your teasing words with a smile, a smile you found yourself falling for easily. if you were fire sungchan was water, if you were the pull he was the push, and the give to your take.

you found out quickly that sungchan was a good boyfriend and an even a better person. it came out in every aspect of the relationship. he was unfazed by your guy friends that seemed nervous around him. he was friendly to almost every girl, letting them down easy anytime they tried to make an advance. he never responded to you when you tried to pick an argument or instigate a screaming match. sungchan would always grab your hands in his and urge you to sit down and “talk it out with him”. he was the type of person you needed in your life but it irked you to no end how pacific he was. you wanted to believe it was a facade, that sungchan felt negative emotions as strongly as you did. you were grateful to date someone who didn’t have a short fuse, but you started to find it alarming that he seemingly had no fuse at all.

even in the four walls of your bedroom underneath the safety of the sheets sungchan was never anything less than sweet. he was a fast learner after you showed him how to treat you in bed and what you liked, but beyond that there was nothing. sungchan never bossed you around, never dared to put a pushy hand on your head. he never continued after you came once, and absolutely refused to act on his own selfish needs. everything was about you and you hated how much you hated it. you often recalled you being in the heat of the moment and telling sungchan breathlessly that he could do whatever he wanted to you. the only thing that came from your confession was sungchan finishing inside of you, a kink he told you about sheepishly after the fact. it was everything you wanted but so short lived. it was the only time you saw sungchan be even remotely self-serving. you found yourself rewinding the way he moaned “fucking take it” into your ear as you clenched around him before his hips stilled inside of you. your whiny sounds of approval and surprise didn’t influence sungchan to continue being dominant in bed, in fact it took him almost two days afterwards to initiate sex with you. and with a boyfriend like sungchan, two days felt like a century.

the next time you two had sex it was the normally scheduled program, sungchan finishing in a condom while he kissed your forehead. you sat next to him leaned up against the headboard as he rubbed out your unexercised muscles. you looked down at your sweet boyfriend with his doe eyes and secretly made it your mission to bring out the other side of him.

that’s why you were at this party, dancing on a dining table surrounded by men you didn’t know. you always had fun at the gatherings that evolve to parties, feeling safe to be unhinged knowing your doting boyfriend with water in his red solo cup was watching you from across the room. this was unlike you though. you weren’t the type to be on the tables or start borderline flirting with random men. but you felt your unofficial bodyguards’ eyes on you after you evaded his very obvious hints that it was time to go home. the fleeting looks you spared towards sungchan egged you on, and you could see his look become more and more agitated throughout the night. when you snuck away from him while he was distracted by a friend you knew that if he saw you in your current state he would have to snap.

sungchan didn’t like parties too much, so he would stick to the walls and casual conversations with the people he knew that would be there. his main job every party he went to was to keep an eye on you, letting you have your fun while he kept you safe. you and sungchan had a unspoken rule though, that he would stay at the party and let you enjoy yourself only for as long as he allowed. he would come up to you when the party was winding down or if you looked bored and say something along the lines of “don’t you have an early morning tomorrow?”, “it’s getting kind of late”, or “do you want to go eat?” when sungchan said those words he knew that you knew it was time to go. so it was beyond sungchan why he had exhausted all those phrases and you were both still here.

he had already had a long day at work when you told him there was a gathering you were going to and you wanted him to come along. he had no idea how defiant you would be at this gathering, or how the gathering was actually a party. sungchan felt his body tense up the more he thought about the day he had and the night you were subjecting him to. he saw you get too close with some men while they chatted you and your girl friend up, saw you grab another mans arm and squeeze before casting a glance to him. sungchan had to take deep breaths to keep him from crushing the life out of the cup in his hand.

he almost got you to leave when you gravitated towards the makeshift bar in the kitchen. he saw you mindlessly fiddling with the empty bottles of dark liquor, almost like you were waiting for him to approach you. before sungchan could put on his most stern voice and tell you it was time to go, his friend shotaro distracted him.

“sungchan!” shotaro exclaimed.

sungchan turned away from you only for a moment to greet his friend. they saw eachother at work not even three hours earlier, sungchan noticed that shotaro had simply thrown on a leather jacket over his work uniform.

“what are you doing at this party?” shotaro asked.

sungchan had to lean in to yell into shotaro’s ear over the music, the dimly lit room made sungchan think he was yelling into his friends hair.

“i’m here with my girlfriend. we are about to leave though.” sungchan said.

calling you his girlfriend was the most possessive he ever let himself get. he liked the way the phrase rolled off his tongue, or the look of acknowledgment on people’s faces when he said it paired with him putting a hand on your hip. when sungchan turned around to touch you, he saw that you were no longer there.

he quickly peered over the crowd, using the height advantage he had on a majority of the partygoers to find your face. it turns out he was looking too low, not noticing you until shotaro let out a sound of surprise.

“isn’t that your girl on the table?” shotaro said.

shotaro pointed the same hand that was holding the beer towards your dancing body. sungchan was speechless as he saw you swaying and turning on top of the table, giving the men that were circling you earlier like a shark a show. when your eyes locked with his and your movements didn’t cease sungchan instantly felt adrenaline course through his veins.

he left shotaro without saying goodbye, walking through the sea of people straight for you. you kept your eyes locked on sungchan the whole time, a sly smile coming across your features as he stood in front of you.

you looked down at sungchan as he stared up at you. you could tell that he was trying to actively calm himself down, trying to repress the sungchan that you wanted let out.

“we’re leaving.” he said sternly.

this was the most authoritative you had ever heard him. people around him moved their bodies to the music, bumping into sungchan. you could tell that he was mad because his body didn’t budge to the people colliding with him. you continue to smile as sungchan reached out a chivalrous hand to guide you down from the table—one that you ignored while you continue to dance.

“i’m finally taller than you.” you joke.

this was the breaking point for sungchan. you can see your boyfriend’s body physically tense and his eyes widen. for a split second you smiled, seeing sungchan’s unbounded emotion. this only lasted for a second before your smile was replaced with a surprised gasp as sungchan used the same hand to wrap around your waist and bring you to the edge of the table.

he put your body over his shoulder with ease, a single arm locking your legs in place. you could feel the plush of your thighs squish together as you kick your feet in surprise and prop your hands on his lower back to try and keep yourself upright. some people laughed and others cheered for you, but most of them go back to dancing as if nothing happened. you can feel sungchan place a hand on your lower part of your dress, pulling down the fabric so it covered the swell of your ass.

sungchan is silent as he walks you through the house. it’s almost humiliating, being paraded around a crowded house party for everyone to see. in a weird twisted way you like it, indirectly showing off your boyfriends strength and your ability to push his buttons. you don’t know if sungchan knew how possessive he seems in this moment, showing everyone at the party that you’re his. it had been a whole night in the making, you have never worked so hard in your life. you hope it’s all paid off when sungchan carries you upstairs, using his long legs to clear two steps at a time.

once you’re in a quieter part of the house, walking down the corridor of closed doors you try to be as fake bossy as possible.

“put me down!” you grumble.

you’re putting on a show now, your own facade of the irritated girlfriend. you lightly hit sungchan’s back as he checks each door in the hallway, seeing which knob will turn. he moves his body around, not taking into account your upper body whips back and forth from the momentum.

“sungchan i’m serious.” you say.

still no response. you pray that a door will open up soon as you continue to whine in his grasp. you pray he can’t hear the smile in your voice as you struggle a little bit more in his hold.

“i wanna go back and dance.” you whine.

you hear the slap before you feel it on your skin. it hits you suddenly, like a lightning strike. it’s at the speed of light, sungchan’s large hand smacking where your thigh turns into your ass. it’s such a hard slap that it sounds all the way down the corridor and has you jolting forward in his hold. the pain flashing takes you by surprise, making you yell out loud.

“be quiet.” sungchan says.

his tone is even but assertive, and for the first time in your life you feel like you have bitten off more than you can chew. you obey him immediately, holding back all the other taunts you had floating around in your head. somehow hearing sungchan have an even tone in this situation is scarier than him raising his voice. the smack still stings on your skin as a doorknob finally turns for sungchan, revealing an empty room.

sungchan makes it to the bed in just two strides and wastes no time launching your body to the center. you are jostled and caught off guard as your ass lands first, momentum forcing you to land on your elbows for support.

you’re forced to look up at sungchan as he stands next to the bed. you are in a risqué position to say the least, your dress had ridden up well past your thighs to sit bunched up at your stomach. your knees closed together are the other thing hiding your core from sungchan’s piercing glare. you didn’t think your boyfriend was capable of looking at someone so intensely, his eyes felt like they were burning holes into your skin. when you were in this position with sungchan, it was usually you beckoning sungchan towards you with a finger while you slowly spread your legs. but now you looked up to him waiting for his next move or next order, his previous command and the thrill that followed still ringing in your ears and on the back of your thighs.

sungchan turns his back to you to go to the door, you follow him carefully. you watch him slowly close the door and hear the familiar sound of a lock clicking. while sungchan’s back is turned you quickly straighten your dress and quickly pat down your mussed hair, trying to seem as appealing as possible.

when sungchan comes back to his previous spot next to the bed you try to figure out what this new sungchan is going to do. you open your mouth and sungchan puts a finger up. you bite your lip to stop yourself instantly. his hands go to his hips and he starts breathing heavy even breaths. the anticipation makes you want to squirm. you have to use your last ounce of self control to keep yourself still.

“what do you want from me?” sungchan asks.

the question catches you off guard. your hand that was playfully tracing shapes over your dress stills.

“what do you mean—” you start.

“do you want me to be mean? yell at you because you flirt with some guys?” sungchan asks.

you think that you’re about to get lectured before you see sungchan take off his jacket. when he throws it to the floor you watch him carefully, not sure what’s going to happen next. when his hands slowly reach for the buttons on his pants you can’t help smiling from excitement, hands going to the bottom of your dress.

“i’m better than that.” sungchan says matter-of-factly.

you shimmy out of your dress, getting it halfway off before sungchan helps you the rest of the way. he throws the garment to the side carelessly before roughly pushing you down on the bed. you are nothing against his strength, your body hitting the mattress with a dull thud. sungchan crawls on the bed to rest on the back of his legs in front of you, his bottom half completely bare. your eyes are locked in on his dick as it twitches in the cold air of the room.

“if you want it like that so bad i can give it to you like that.” sungchan says.

you look your boyfriend in the eyes and nod your head, lifting your hips so he can roughly slide your underwear down your legs.

sungchan has a hand on your knees before pushing it the opposite way, telling you to put yourself on view for him. you oblige, spreading your legs as far as they will go.

“what was the food we shared on our first date?” sungchan asks.

you try to think of the answer as you see a large glob of spit leave sungchan’s mouth to drop on his dick. you see him pump his length a few times before looking at you, raising his eyebrows to indicate impatience.

“uhm. popcorn?” you guess.

it was hard to think anything in this position, but you know you got the answer right when sungchan nods his head and moves forward on his knees to slot himself between your legs.

“say that if it gets to be too much.” sungchan says.

before you can say okay, sungchan fully pushes his length inside of you. the anticipation coats your walls, that aided with sungchan’s lubricant helps him slide in easily. your pussy clenches around him, sungchan is already hissing at how your practically sucking him in.

sungchan puts both hands on the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, loving the way you whine underneath the stretch.

“you just wanna get fucked so bad.” sungchan exasperates.

he’s captivated by the way you dumbly nod your head, so desperate to be mocked. it almost makes sungchan want to withhold the side of him that wants to fuck you into the sheets. maybe he should be gentle with you and edge you until you’re crying in missionary. but sungchan thinks he’ll let out the possessive, jealous, and mean side of him he’s spent all this time taming. he presses your thighs even closer before leaning his head over yours. his bangs graze your forehead as he looks you dead in your hooded eyes.

“you just want me to fuck you the way you deserve?” sungchan asks.

you would say yes but sungchan moves his fingers into your mouth. his digits press down so heavily on your tongue it comes out gargled, spit dribbling down your chin as he continues to thrust into you.

“i get jealous baby i just hide it well.” sungchan says.

your eyes get wide as you realize sungchan found out about your little mission. he smiles at your expression, fingers pressing down with a force that almost makes you gag.

“everyone wants a piece of you. drives me fucking crazy.” he says.

you moan in response, you don’t know how sungchan is able to keep his voice and words even while dragging his dick along your walls. his demeanor makes you clench around him without meaning to.

“wanna keep you...” sungchan has to look up at the ceiling to stop himself from moaning. “locked in a box sometimes. i’m crazy right?” sungchan asks rhetorically.

you wish you had known about this sungchan long ago. you would’ve done this way sooner if you had known this is what he was hiding from you. you work around sungchan’s fingers in your mouth to try and beg him to go faster.

“faster? i like going slow though.” sungchan fake pouts. he purposely slows his hips even more, dragging his tip along your folds before pushing back in. “because i know you hate it.” he smirks.

sungchan sits up a little to be perpendicular to your body, putting your calfs on his shoulders. the same arm that locked your thighs in place on his back straighten your legs, making you moan from another stretch. sungchan fucks you in this new position, moving his head to bit and suck on your ankles.

he thrusts into you with such a force that it makes your tits gyrate. sungchan is locked in on them, using his large hand to cup your breast. he roughly pinches your nipple, rolling the bud between his index finger and thumb. the extra stimulation and the pain has tears prickling your vision and has your skin prickling with electricity.

“already?” sungchan asks.

he can tell by the way your eyebrows furrow and legs spread that you’re close.

“just from this?” sungchan asks again.

his pace doesn’t change, keeping his tempo as he sees your face contort in pleasure. sungchan smiles and moves his hand that was kneading your chest down to your clit.

“you’re too fucking impatient, didn’t even know you liked it slow.”

“me neither.” you say.

your attempt at trying to sound as calm as sungchan fails miserably, you sound meek and whiny as you try to even your tone. sungchan laughs at your feeble attempt, hand that locks your thigh in place going to your cheek quickly to pinch the fat.

“you have no control.” sungchan says. his hand speeds up the revolutions on your clit. ”just let it out baby.”

that’s all you need to hear as you spasm around sungchan’s dick. you slick makes gives his thrusts new lubrication, helping him throughly fuck you through your orgasm. sungchan coos in response to your whines and says your name back to you when his falls from your lips.

you had come down from your high a long time ago, being driven to insanity solely off of sungchan teasing you. you start to squirm against him, trying to push your hips forward to suppress the stimulation. you see sungchan smirk before he flips you over, your face pressing into the sweaty indent of the mattress.

sungchan uses a hand to push your stomach flat to the bed and spread your cheeks simultaneously. the sudden change in position has you going crazy. you swear you can feel sungchan in your stomach as he presses his sweaty chest to your back. he sucks and bites on the skin of your neck, not pulling away until you cry out from the feeling.

“not done yet.” sungchan whispers against the shell of your ear.

he traces the outline of your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth. you have never felt all of these sensations at once. usually it was one or the other, sungchan was careful with how much he gave you in bed. if he had you in the prone bone position he was careful to not give you his full length, if he was inside you he usually only paired it with kisses on the lips, and he had never took the risk to overstimulate you. but now sungchan pounded into you mercilessly, leaving bruises on your neck and ass due to the way he was holding you. your subsiding orgasm was building back over your body and it left you like putty, your ass turning to jelly as sungchan fucked you in a faster pace.

“you like this don’t you?” sungchan teased. “when i just use you?”

sungchan’s fingers were no longer in your mouth but still spit dribbled from your mouth and words were caught in your throat. whatever you said was intelligible, a string of broken words and moans that couldn’t be deciphered. sungchan still cooed anyway like you understood you, placing a sweet kiss to your cheeks as he lifted his body up.

“now you have nothing to say?” sungchan asks.

sungchan’s speed picked up when he raised his body, and his hand went to rest beside your head. you brought your hand to clasp around his wrist, nails digging into his skin as you felt him go a little deeper inside of you. having something to sink your nails into let you gain your bearings enough to speak in between his thrusts.

“i’m gonna—” you mumbled.

“this pussy is mine right?” sungchan said.

he still had that venom laced in his voice, but it came out airy. he was close, maybe even closer than you were.

“all yours.” you cried out.

your walls spasmed around sungchan’s dick as he pressed down into your again, spreading your folds with a single hand to reach deeper than he did before. sungchan finished while buried deep inside of you, a stop he knew no other man would ever be able to reach. you made sounds he had never heard from you before, your usually controlled moans turning into high pitched whimpers and begs. sungchan gave you what you were begging for when he pulled out just a little to push right back in, feeling a little bit of his cum seep out of you.

your high pitched moans drowned down to you repeating his name over and over again in a quiet voice. sungchan kissed you cheek and pulled out, standing up from the bed to take in the sight of you all fucked out and pliant on the mattress. he could see some of his cum leak out of you, a pool of drool making the sheets around your mouth dark. sungchan wishes he could take a picture to show the next man that ever looked in your direction, or show you the next time you got mouthy. he settles for turning you to your back and kissing your lips.

you are still so fucked out your actions are delayed, behind the rhythm of sungchan’s lips by a beat. the only thing that brings you out of your trance is the feeling of sungchan’s fingers pushing his cum back into your slit, the extra lubrication making a lewd squelching sound. you can feel hot tears come down your face and sungchan kisses them away, retreating his fingers when a majority of it is back inside of you.

“i’ll be right back baby. don’t move.” sungchan whispers.

even if you wanted to move you doubt you could, your body shakes and your muscles ache at even the thought of lifting a finger.

sungchan comes back to the room just as fast as he leaves, holding a warm wet rag and a dry one. sungchan cleans you up and pats off your sweat, helping you back into your clothes and pulling you up from the bed. it all happens in a haze, paying attention to sungchan’s words of praise that comes out in droves. before you know it you are standing on shaky legs. sungchan looks at your state and laughs at you, poking your sides. you swat his hand before giving him your meanest look, one that definitely has much less bite after the events that just transpired. sungchan still puts his hands up in defense before kissing your forehead.

“there’s my girl.”

#requestz #01zfan: sungchan #sungchan smut #riize smut

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akystaracer22 · 3 months

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Distrust Fall:

A leap of faith gone wrong, an eternal promise kept eternally. No matter how long it has been some things never truly change.

Notes

How to fail a trust fall: Step one

Vaggie's relationship with Adam is very complicated, but at the moment there is a lot of animosity and it shows.

Adam is of the opinion that Sorry doesn’t mean jack shit if you make the mistake again, so he just doesn’t apologise because he thinks he’ll just fuck up again so there’s no point.

The hotel needs a licensed therapist at this point dear lord.

Alastor still isn’t over the whole “Radio is fucking dead” thing.

If there is one thing that Adam knows off by heart, it’s the names of animals scientific or otherwise. That was the guys job once upon a time and assuming he doesn’t know that stuff is the true quickest way to piss him off. He’s also really good with animals which pisses off Anthony because Fat Nuggets *likes* Adam and it drives the sinner up a wall.

Alastor and Lucifer are on the ground. Angel, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie, and Adam are on the roof.

Alastor was going to let him get a cm from the ground before catching him dw.

Lucifer used to be friends with Adam in the garden because I live for that sweet sweet friends to enemies tragedy.

Adam really does not like people staring at his face, it’s a mild form of scopophobia caused by his time in heaven with people always giving him shit for how he looked, particularly his facial features (Yes I drew on everyone calling him ugly and average on twitter and shit). He used the mask to get around it, that way people couldn’t actually see what he looked like.

This was originally 1260 but then I got an idea that blew this out by 500 words lol.

The graveyard with be elaborated on in a future connected one shot.

This is officially a fully fledged AU

Regarding Adam's claws, they're gold to combat the greyness of his palette, but also as a nod to Midas, the arrogant king who's touched turned everything to gold. Angelic blood is also gold so if you want you can interpret it as having blood on his hands.

Fingerless gloves because I thing they're neat.

I based Lucifer's wings off of duck wings!

Also Lucifer's angelic appearance was based on space. I heard Sera call Charlie "Daughter of the Morning Star" and I went feral.

He has a full shifting night sky in his wings, clothes, and hat.

Angels have white pupils now I don't make the rules.

References saved my life.

Word count: 1725

(Comic and fic under the cut! Click for better quality)

@irregular-child

Adam leaned away from the edge as the wind drifted through his wings, keenly aware of the fact that his wings wouldn’t break his fall and he did not in fact trust jack shit in hell to break it except the ground.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m with princess perfect this is a fucking death sentence,” Adam agreed, a little reluctantly because it was still the princess of hell, “You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Vaggie smirked, because of course she did because she was trying to kill him, he wasn’t that dense, and just shrugged, “I mean, worked for me didn’t it?”

“That wasn’t even a fucking trust fall that was to get you to fucking fly and you know it! Fucking bitch,” The first man scowled and tried to step away from the edge, the crack whore of an arachnid immediately shoving him back up, “Would you fuck off?!”

“Would you stop being a dick?”

“Would you stop sucking them?”

The white jumping spider stared at him for a long moment and Vaggie stepped away from him for once, great! Cool! One person was leaving him alone and soon a second one will!

Great! About fucking time they got the message-

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Lucifer paced nervously around Dazzle’s statue; this was a terrible idea. Having Adam go through a trust fall this early was going to end in disaster one way or another.

The main issue being nobody liked Adam and wouldn’t care if he fell. Hell, Charlies girlfriend has already tried to kill Adam off for good multiple times since he got here!

This was going to be a mess; Alastor was supposed to be catching Adam but he was just standing there looking completely unprepared and-

“Are you going to get ready or not.” Lucifer snapped at the radio demon, wings flicking out behind him in agitation.

“Oh, I have no intention of catching him.”

Lucifer froze, his tail stilling before lashing behind him as he turned on the deer-eared sinner, “What.”

“You heard me.”

“Oh, I heard you alright, and I think you should try that again.”

“And why are you getting so worked up, hm?” The sinner hummed, sneering down at the king, “Last I checked, the first man was your enemy after he tried to kill your own daughter.”

“I-” Lucifer paused, then scowled because Alastor was right. Why was he getting so worked up over this. This was Adam they were talking about. Adam who was crass and rude and cold to everyone. Adam, who would rather sit in his room all day than even look at any of them. Adam who was…

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

…

“I can see why they left me for you.”

…

“It is good to see you again my friend! Come, much has changed since your last visit!”

… Adam who was so much more than who he was now. Who was probably the only person left in hell that remembered Eden.

Damnit.

“That’s none of your business you son of a bitch,” The fallen angel snapped at the cannibal, eliciting nothing more than a growing grin from the bastard.

Not a day went by in hell where Lucifer wished that this wasn’t his circus and that the sinners weren’t his monkeys.

Someone screamed above him.

The seraphim whipped his head up, eyes widening as he registered Adam twisting the air as he was shoved off the roof by Angel Dust.

Fear struck his heart like an exorcists blade when the first man tried to use his wings to glide, only for a single wing beat to send him into a spiral hurtling towards the ground.

He caught Adams eye for a single moment before it was obscured by his good wing, the man was terrified. He didn’t know sinners reformed after death and despite it all. Lucifer would never wish someone to experience falling from their death after quite literally falling from heaven.

Not even on Adam.

Something in his heart spurred the king into action, kicking off the ground as his wings snapped open to catch the air. A single beat of his wings and he was already well off the ground.

Lucifer reached a hand up for Adam as the fallen angel reached out to him in kind, panic written across both their faces at the idea of a horrible accident.

Lucifer’s wings moved the air one more time and-

“And… you will catch me?”

Lucifer laughed softly, a gentle chiming sound from where he stood behind Gods first man. He was trying to show him a game Lucifer and his kin would play from time to time amongst the spires of heaven.

The game was simple, one angel was to stand up high with their wings folded and fall. Then the other angel was to catch them. It was supposed to build trust, not to mention it was a delight in and of itself.

Standing amongst the grasses of Eden, Lucifer saw no reason not to share this game with Adam. He’s already grown fond of the way that Gods creation would go out of his way to show the angel what he’d been up to since his last visit.

“Be not afraid my friend!” Lucifer’s wings spread quietly to punctuate his point, divine magic threading his words, The Voice ensuring that the first man would hear and believe him.

“No matter how far you fall, I shall always be there to catch you.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms securely around the fallen angel as his wings curled around wing and man alike, bracing himself as the added weight as they both fell together.

It’s funny, it reminded him of when Adam first fell, a fiery ball that could have almost been mistaken as a shooting star had Lucifer not known better.

They hid the ground with a slam and the fallen seraphim had to bite back a shriek as his wings took the brunt of the force. They’d be left aching for a while.

Lucifer grunted as he pushed Adam off of him, sitting up and folding his wings in, allowing them to slip out of existence while they healed, he definitely didn’t want to do that again.

He slowly got to his feet while the first man got his bearings, dusting himself off and rubbing his shoulders to try and alleviate the pain.

“Why the fuck did you save me?”

Lucifer jerked and looked down at Adam from where he was glaring up at him, a note of confusion held carefully in his gaze before it dropped.

“I-”

“Well, isn’t this quite a surprise!”

Lucifer’s expression shot into a scowl as he rounded on the radio demon very blatantly interrupting the moment. The bastard just grinned and stared down at the both of them.

From the corner of his eyes Lucifer noted Adam’s good wing hitching up instinctively to cover his face from the demons gaze before dropping.

Lucifer turned his attention back to the radio demon with a glare that could melt steel, “You were going to let him fall,”

“I was going to do no such thing,”

“You just said-!”

“I said nothing you just assumed I was going to do nothing at all!”

“Listen here you!” Lucifer was just off again by the main doors opening and the other’s all barrelling out at the commotion.

Lost in the sudden onslaught of attention and having to field Alastor’s snarky comments, Anthony’s suggestive remarks, and Charlie’s concern, he didn’t see Adam flee the scene.

It wasn’t until much later that he was able to recognize the first man’s absence, searching the hotel to see if Adam was okay.

He found him at the graveyard, sitting among the many tombstones for the exorcists slain in the battle that caused Adam to fall.

Lucifer paused at the entrance to the burial ground, watching Adam sit there facing away from him for what felt like an eternity.

Despite the dead being gone, the king of hell still felt like the exorcists weapons were pointed at him, a warning that if he made one wrong move they would rise from their graves to protect their leader, to avenge him, to strike Lucifer down in an instant.

The once-angel of the morning star carefully stepped away from the cemetery, making sure he didn’t break the silence. Even if Adam wanted to be disturbed, he wasn’t the right person to do it, not in this place.

Besides, he still had his own thoughts to sort through, like why in the name of the divine he saved Adam when he would have survived regardless. He would have been fine even if he did hit the ground unimpeded so why-

Lucifer grimaced as the answer stuck to him like a parasite, he knew damn well why he saved him. It was the same stupid reason he preened Adams wings for him, the same reason he treats the first man’s wing rot and the exact same reason he made that deal with Adam after he fell.

He was attached.

Stupids horribly foolishly, Lucifer still cared for Adam even after everything.

By the stars he beat Adam within an inch of his life! Adam tried to kill his daughter!

But emotions were hardly logical. They weren’t logical when he fell for Lilith in the garden and taught her and Adam both The Voice, they weren’t logical when he freed Eve, and they weren’t logical now.

Lucifer cared for Adam, even if by all logic he should hate the man.

“Dad?”

Lucifer looked up to meet his daughters eyes, a small smile letting her know he was okay, “Hey there Duckie.”

Charlie’s expression softened at the nickname even if he still looked concerned, “Dad… are you sure you’re okay?”

“If I’m not now, I will be, so stop worrying about little old me Char-char,” Lucifer chuckled, “However… Adams in the graveyard if you want to talk to him, he seems like he needs some company right now.”

He made his exit quickly after that, he knew what Charlie would do, it was in her nature to help people, it was what made her so special.

But Lucifer, he helped people once, and now… he had a new person he could help again.

And he might just know where to start.

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honeypot96 · 1 year

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Hi,

I’ve never made a request before, sorry if I’m doing it wrong. Can you write a short about Sebastian from SDV insisting on walking you home from the saloon and then you inviting him inside for..things? By that I mean it can either be fluff or more, I just welcome more content in general! Thank you so much!!

Hi! I'm so sorry it took so long to answer. Work got really crazy all of a sudden and I haven't had a lot of time to write.

I may have gotten a bit carried away with this request lol. I hope you like it!

Warnings: a bit of angst if you squint, a dash of spice at the end (although nothing happens)

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Character: Sebastian

Breathlessness

Fall was finally over. The growing season was done and the first snow of the winter had started to set in.

With the new layer of ice and snow covering the farm came a chance for you to finally take a breath and relax.

Until now, you had been so caught up in tending to the crops and preparing for winter that you hadn't stopped to really relax. You had practically isolated yourself from the rest of the town. You didn't even have time to hang out with your friends, much to your own disappointment.

Your absence was especially noticed on friday nights when you would typically be at the Stardrop Saloon hanging around the pool table with your friends Abigail, Sam, and Sebastian.

They tried to have fun in spite of your absence, they really did. But, how could they when there friend wasn't there to enjoy the night with them?

And the quiet gloom that had fallen over the group was only made worse by the clearly sour mood that had come over Sebastian.

He tried to pretend he was fine, but Sam and Abigail both knew that was a lie.

Ever since you moved to Stardew Valley over a year ago, you had practically latched on to the trio. Sebastian, of course, took a bit longer to warm up to you. But, once he did, the two of you became practically attached at the hip. The two of you did everything together. It didn't matter if he was wandering along the lake on a rainy day or in his room working on his compiter, you were almost always right beside him. Now, without you around, he felt as if a piece of him was missing.

So, when you came trudging through the doors of the saloon out of the snow, Sebastian felt like his world had somehow clicked back into place. He swore that you had never looked more beautiful than you did in that moment.

You had bundled up against the cold and wind in a heavy coat, a knitted hat ( which was definitely a gift from Emily judging by the bright, multicolored pattern of it), and a pair of work boots which were caked in snow.

You shook the snow off of your boots as you entered and, as soon as the doors closed behind you, pulled off your coat and hat. You hung them on the coat rack by the door and wandered your way over to the pool table, saying hello to the other patrons as you went.

Just getting to see your smile again made Sebastian's heart feel a bit lighter.

As you drew closer, he spotted the flush that had come over your cheeks and face during the long trek from the farm to the saloon. He also spotted the way you were rubbing your hands together in an attempt to bring some warmth back to your work calused hands.

Sebastian, of course, was too busy gawking at you to see the confused looks Abigail and Sam were giving him. Apparently it was his turn but he was too busy staring to hear whatever snarky comment Sam had made.

Wondering what had their friend so slack-jawed, they followed his gaze.

Abigail was the first to react. She jumped up from her spot on the couch, calling out your name, and nearly knocked you over with the force of the hug she gave you.

Sam wasn't far behind her. He tossed his pool stick onto the table and went striding over to you with that familiar big, goofy grin plastered on his face. He said something to you ( Sebastian couldn't quite hear what he said, but it was probably something ridiculous from the way you laughed at him.) then pulled you in for a bear hug.

The two of them slung their arms over your shoulders and guided you towards their little meeting area, all three of you grinning like idiots.

When you made it to the entry, you broke away from them and moved around the table towards Sebastian. The poor boy was sure the whole saloon could hear his heart beat getting louder as you got closer.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there you stood right in front of him.

Sebastian took this moment to study every detail of your face. His gaze moving from each little feature to the next.

He was in the process of counting the snowflakes that had begun to melt on your lashes when you finally spoke, breaking him out of whatever trance he had managed to place himself into.

"Hey, Seb. Long time, no see." The dopey grin on your face and that bright look in your eyes was all it took to make him melt right then and there.

Sebastian pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

"I missed you so much." He mumbled against your hair.

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After your big entrance, Sam and Sebastian completely abandoned their game of pool. Instead, the trio crowded around you on the couches and did their best to catch you up on what all they had done during the fall.

Abigail told you all about the new video game she had picked up during your absence. She was clearly loving the game if her waving hands and the spark in her eyes were any indicator of her excitement.

Sam, of course, updated you on the band and how they had been doing. He even showed you a few of the songs they had written over the fall.

During all of this, Sebastian simply watched you, his elbow leaned against the back of the couch and his head propped up on his hand. Seb couldn't help the faint smile that pulled at his lips as he watched you talking and laughing with your friends.

Sebastian didn't see you often during the fall. However, when he did see you, you always had this intense focus in your eyes. It was clear that, even in those moments away from the farm, that your work was all that you could think about. It was so good to see you finally free of that burden, even if it was only for the winter.

It was at this moment, that Sebastian realized the three of you were looking right at him. Sam and Abigail had that stupid, all-knowing grin on there faces they always got whenever they caught him doing something stupid. Meanwhile, you looked like you were waiting for a response to something.

"Sorry, what was that?" Sebastian asked, lifting his head from his hand, having to physically shake the cobwebs from his brain for a moment.

"I asked if you had done anything over the fall." You couldnt help but giggle a bit as you repeated yourself.

"Oh.. um..." Seb fumbled for a moment, "Honestly, I haven't really done anything worth talking about." He scratched at the back of his neck, not quite meeting your gaze as he said it.

"Yeah, Seb was a bit too busy brooding to really do anythi- Ow!" Sam's comment was swiftly cut off with a punch to the arm from Abigail who was clearly biting back a shit-eating grin.

"Why? Did something happen?" As you turned your attention back to Sebastian, you immediately noticed the red flush that had come over his ears and cheeks.

"No, nothing happened. I just... I just missed you." Sebastian mumbled the last part, again, not quite meeting your eyes as he spoke.

Your gaze softened a bit and that big, dopey grin was back on your face.

"I missed you too, you dork." You chuckled as you leaned over and wrapped your arms around his torso, your face buried in his chest.

Sebastian was so thankful you couldn't see his face in that moment. Abbey and Sam, however, could absolutely see his face and were trying there hardest not to laugh at just how red he had gotten.

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The four of you talked the whole evening. You probably would have stayed all night if Gus didn't tell you all it was closing time.

As you all stood at the door of the saloon and said your goodbyes, Sebastian couldn't help but feel a slight tightening in his chest.

"Hey, y/n. Do you mind if I walk you home?" The words left his mouth before his brain could even process the thought. Seb wanted to shove the words right back down as soon as he said them.

"Oh. I - yeah! I'd like that. Thank you."

"Okay. Cool!" Sebastian wanted to smack himself in the face. 'Cool? Really Seb?'

"Alright." The soft smile you gave him made his heart feel like it was about to come right out of his chest.

"Well, be careful you two." Abigail interjected. "Wouldn't want you guys to get caught in the snow."

Sam looked like he was about to make a smart-ass comment of some kind but thought better of it with a sturn look from Abbey.

"See you guys later." Sam gave you a big hug and gave Seb a pat on the back with a knowing grin.

With that final goodbye, the four of you stepped out of the warmth of the saloon and into the snow covered night.

While Sam and Abigail returned to their homes, you and Sebastian made your way along the cobblestone path leading out to the farm.

Despite the layers of clothing covering you, the cold still managed to bite through. Your body shook uncontrollably from the cold.

Sebastian, without a second thought, put his arm around you and pulled you against his side as you walked.

"Is this okay?" His heart was practically in his throat as the words left him.

"Yeah. This really helps, actually." Your response was so soft Sebastian could barely hear you over the wind.

His gentle grip on you tightened ever so slightly and began rubbing your arm a bit to generate a bit more warmth.

The silence that enveloped the two of you as you walked was a comfortable one. That was one of the things you always loved about spending time with Sebastian. On more than one occasion, you have trudged your way into Sebastian's room after a long day of work and plopped down on his couch without a word. And, of course, he'd just let you. Because, although he never says it outright, Sebastian wouldn't trade that time with you for the world.

When you finally came to the front door of your cozy little farmhouse, the frost had settled into your bones and wouldn't go away no matter how closely you clung to Sebastian.

"Why don't you come inside and warm up before you head back home. You must be freezing!" As you proposed the idea, you looked up and saw the snow clinging to Seb's hair and eyelashes and how pink his nose and cheeks were.

"Yes, please. If you don't mind."

You gave no response. Just a soft smile as you took him by the hand and led him into the warmth of your home.

Once the two of you had shed your coats and boots, you quietly guided him towards the big red sofa by the fireplace and gestured for him to sit. As Sebastian made himself comfortable, you set to work getting a fire going.

Once that familiar warmth had flooded the living room, you went to the kitchen and began boiling water. You pulled a pair of mugs and a jar with some kind of dried herbs in it out of the cabinet.

Once the tea was done brewing, you sat next to Sebastian and handed him one of the mugs.

As Sebastian stared down at the warm mug in his hands, he noticed that it was black with an intricate skull design painted on the side.

"I saw that mug at the Night Market and thought you might like it." You answered the question before he even had a chance to ask it.

There was a moment of comfortable silence that followed. It was only interrupted by the sound of Sebastian's voice.

"Thank you."

"For what?" You placed your mug on the coffee table as you turned to him.

"For... for being you, I guess." Sebastian looked up just in time to catch the beginnings of tears pooling in your eyes.

Before he could even ask what was wrong, you threw your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck.

"You have no idea how much that means to me. Especially coming from you." You whispered into his neck, the feeling of your warm breath against his skin giving him goosebumps.

After a few moments like this, you finally began to pull away.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but your words were cut short by the sudden feeling of lips against yours. You only tensed for a moment before you melted into the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut.

It was only a few seconds before Sebastian began to withdraw from you. But he didn't get very far, as you grabbed his face and pulled him back in for more.

Your kiss was filled with a passion that felt like fire running beneath his skin.

Your fingers slid effortlessly into his hair, then your grip tightened and you gave gentle tug. The low growl that came up from deep within Seb surprised even him.

In response, his hands found your waist and pulled you into his lap, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inbetween your parted lips, desperate to taste very part of you.

Sebastian's warm hands found their way under you sweater, appreciatively feeling every curve of your body.

The action sent a shudder down your spine.

You, begrudgingly, were the first to pull away. And, as you did, you gave a playful bite to Sebastian's lower lip and tugged it ever so slightly.

Seb couldn't help but try to chase your lips as you parted. He'd have gladly drowned in your kisses if you'd let him.

Your forehead leaned against his as you both caught your breath, your nose brushing lovingly against each other.

You finally opened your eyes and were met with Sebastian's vibrant green eyes gazing back at you with an intensity you rarely ever witnessed.

"What's that look for?"

"I don't ever want to forget this moment." He replied with a breathlessness that made your heart practically flutter out of your chest. "Not a single second of it."

#honeypot96 #stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley Sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian x reader

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loremaster · 7 months

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BOBA AU - CHAPTER 1 EXTRAS

I had actually drawn a few more things than could fit within the 30-image-per-post limit. Here are the ones that didn't make the cut, with commentary!

(tw: mild animal abuse, n*zi mention, suggestive themes)

Zilch's animal companions. I named Carmina Burana and Tortellini, Gucci and Bosch were named by my friends - though Bosch was supposed to be called Hieronymus, it just didn't fit on the nametag lol

I wanted to illustrate some examples of Zilch casually mistreating/neglecting the animals but this was as far as I got. I don't think he would be a full on animal abuser, just... the type of person who likes having a bunch of pets to show off but doesn't really think about properly caring for them. He likes the aesthetics of animals much more than the logistics.

This was gonna be the chapter cover and I forgot. Oops.

This was just practice drawing the church characters from their sprites.

Zilch: I must say, it's an unexpected pleasure to run into another kindred spirit around here. I'm Zilch~

This scene was actually cut deliberately. I drew it before I decided exactly what the Nun's issue with Zilch would be and then once I did, I felt like it didn't fit anymore. Zilch is still excited to see someone else with ears and tail like him, but in the final version, he's a lot more derisive about it.

I imagine the Nun is, like, an actual animal-human hybrid whereas Zilch is a furry with a wallet that can afford bioengineered bodymods. (One day, my friends... one day...)

Zilch being flippant and Halara being dismissive/tsundere. Couldn't really find a place to put it but I still like the drawing - even if I did accidentally give Zilch human ears.

By the way, you might notice Zilch hasn't been wearing his cap. There are two reasons. One is to show off that his ears aren't actually connected to it. If I had the time to go back and redraw the prologue with him wearing it - so Halara's "holy fuck" reaction makes more sense here - I would. (Not really worth trying to fix though, not until the rest of the story is done.)

But the other reason is that upon looking closer at Zilch's original design, I thought it was a little too evocative of Nazi imagery and wasn't really comfortable with it. It's not really the same style of hat, sure, but combined with the swastikas in his eyes??? yeah no way is that not intentional. (I redesigned his eye symbols to be catlike slit pupils instead.)

I get he (or, the hitman, I guess) is supposed to be a villain, and a minor one, in the original game... but here I'm gonna flesh him out a bit more. So I guess in that sense the removal of the hat symbolizes his growth as a character beyond his terrible awful fascist upbringing lol (more on that in the Gumshoe Gabs soon)

If I were making this an actual game it would be fun to have Yuma get a fun little added gameplay element of using Zilch's Forte like he does with Halara's. He gets some little animal friends!!!

I imagined Zilch would ask to be carried, but Halara won't do it without getting paid an exorbitant amount. And then Zilch forks over the cash on the spot. Yuma screams internally. If he had that the whole time why were they even trying to negotiate over the coat???!? Why does he still have his own debt to pay if Zilch could just cover the whole thing up front????

Halara has to pretend not to be enthusiastic about this opportunity.

Shinigami is... there, I guess.

Martina my wife driving around her little parasite of a boyfriend. Ms Electro please call me

Was originally gonna have Seth say that out loud but then I remembered he doesn't want to lose his job. (It's okay, he loses it anyway.)

(Also yes this is pre-Vivia-DLC.)

And then the mystery is solved!

Zilch feels indebted to Halara for saving him from the Nail Man, and wants to follow their example, turn it around, treat his animals better... his act of goodwill here is extremely performative, though. But, hey, everyone's gotta start somewhere!

Ultimately I cut this scene after coming up with the cat bed idea. (Was very tempted to have Halara cruelly taking the coat from the boy, but just decided to skip it instead.)

So Zilch kinda idolizes Halara now... which is fine... but then the morning after he really lets his simp flag fly.

Congrats on your furry boyfriend, I guess?????

A doodle from the margins of this comic way back when.... which finally has a place to belong! \o/

Zilch's fursona. His "zursona," if you will.

Thanks again for reading! I love everyone's comments in the tags and I'm so glad you all like my version of Zilch especially. Excited to develop him some more in future chapters >:)

#rain code #master detective archives #mdarc #boba au #abcd art #zilch alexander #yuma kokohead #halara nightmare #martina electro #zilara

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zankydraws · 5 months

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You got any Wekiddy headcannons? Especially for MJ?

idk if these count as hcs or not but I might have some!

MJ 182: - he's a shapeshifting alien. idk what his true form would be yet but I want to draw it someday, I'd go with some sort of anthro reptile/shark mix probably - a bit of an asshole, likes to cause problems on purpose (his main goal is pissing off El Cool P) - loves pop-punk (bruh MJ makes me wish there was an actual pop-punk version of Incredibox where he's the main character..) - he thinks Xenomorph is a hottie.. (dfkgjhdfks) - I like to think he's a good artist, specifically good at spray painting (and he uses his talent to destroy public property or El Cool P's belongings) - definitely the most rebellious guy in the group - hates to dress up - can and will bite people (mostly Cool P)

El Cool P: - huge ego. absolutely massive - probably commits crimes (loves arson) - idk there's something wrong with him - would do good stuff for people (like giving money to charity) just to make himself feel better and make people love him more - uses his good looks and charm to his advantage - if he wants something, he WILL get it - probably has tons of merch with his own stupid face on it (he owns an El Cool Shirt and an El Cool Plushie for sure) - owns like millions of suits (and matching bucket hats) - argues with MJ all the time - a terrible driver (don't get into a car with him) (how did he even get a driving license?)

KC Glow: - precious baby boy, an absolute angel - looooong sleeves - does the excited flappy hand thing a lot - can actually glow in the dark, somehow - has freckles! - you could probably pick him up and carry him around and he would be chill about it

ASAP Bee: - looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you - loves bees, they are his best buddies - probably stores bees in his fanny pack - if you hurt/kill a bee, he will beat the shit out of you - seriously don't mess with him and his bee friends - loves bee memes, puns and everything bee related - owns a machine gun (this one is ridiclous but some people call him a machine gun guy and it made me think that it would be funny if he actually owned a gun. so don't mess with his bees unless you want a bullet in your butt) - absolutely loves honey, he's obsessed with it, always carries a bottle/jar of honey around

Big Duke: - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll - a very chill and nice guy - always ready to help! - I like to think he's a little chubby - short king

Swingy: - works out a lot, he's very fit and pretty strong - I talked about this some time ago but he gives me the 80's fitness instructor vibes so he can probably teach people how to work out properly and dance - kinda stupid but he's very nice! :D - loves food and eats all the time - likes his hair a lot and doesn't want anyone touching it - generally likes to look pretty

Blue GT: - kind of a bitch - has heterochromia (I drew him with different eye colors once and loved the idea a lot lol) - he's sooo tired of hearing MJ and Cool P argue ("just kill each other already") - he just wants to be left alone - wears turtlenecks and rings - has to look fabulous at all times - loves coffee

Memphis: - doesn't want to get in trouble but somehow always ends up getting in trouble because of MJ or Cool P (because they are assholes) (Mephis still likes to spend time with his buddies tho, even if it doesn't always end up being good for him) - his hair is extremely floofy and soft, it's unbelievable - he seems a little shy to me..

and that's all I guess.. I don't really have any headcanons for the other dudes, but I might come up with something someday

#zankyanswers #sorry it took me a while to respond

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bloodywolfwings · 2 months

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So my brain is being weird today and after a short convo with someone, my brain is refusing to let this go for some reason. Anyways, I'm going to to be taking about the shipping in this fandom because why not and I want an excuse to talk about slendytubbies ships lol. If I seem out of it, it's because my brain is barely functioning and it's 1 am for me lol.

To start with, why is there always some type of cheating? I can point to a few stories where cheating is involved and I really don't understand why, you can write a story about romance that doesn't include cheating. It also becomes a bit more confusing to me if it involves the main four because they've known each other for most likely their whole lives, so why not just talk to each other you multi coloured jellybeans??

This is more of a nit pick I don't like with ships involving either Tinky or Dipsy, like why are they being a the least inappropriate and for Tinky (I don't know or remember if this has happened with Dipsy), I'm going to be some of the depictions feel... Uncomfortable for one reason or another, like he's about to actually hit someone.

So, what about the girls? I'm going to be honest, I hate people make them jealous to the point they want to kill someone. I don't know shit about how break ups feel but wanting to kill someone over it feels very extreme. It's like dealing with an ant hill by blowing up the lawn.

Now this is the part where I'm just going to rant about Tinky X Po and Laa-Laa X Dipsy because why not and my own self indulgence because I actually ship them (I'm weird, I'm aware). I also have never been in a relationship too.

Like why not explore how the fuck they even got into their relationships? Would they even realise that they were in love because they don't have anyone to learn from other then Noo-Noo and he's a robot vacuum who probably doesn't feel true emotions.

Po seems to be good at fixing machines so why not Tinky helping Po to fix something or him asking Po about it. If you want to do something with Tinky, why not him having a rough day for one reason or another and Po just checking up on him.

Also some infected BS because why not (might/will contain headcannons). Tinky is probably going to be a mess because in this context he not only killed his two friends he's known since his whole life but also his gf who he's also know since childhood. He probably might be scared of himself afterwards because "if it can happen once, it can happen again"

Po is also going to be a mess because she just saw her friends murdered by her bf and then she was killed too. So she probably doesn't fully know what to feel because yes she killed her bf but she also knows he wasn't in control of his body. I can see this being more confusing if she did end up killing people because now she knows exactly what it's like from the other end.

How they would probably sort this out would be interesting, because it could be a simple as them just talking to each other about everything.

Now for Dipsy and Laa-Laa, this one is probably going contain the most headcannons tbh. To start of with, why not Dipsy and Laa-Laa talking about what's bothering them, Laa-Laa helping Dipsy to find his hat, Dipsy with her ball or just random things they find interesting.

As for the infected stuff well, it can either be angst, fluff or a mix of both. Given that their are two routes where you kill Laa-Laa you could make it so that a headless Dipsy just stumbles across her body but is either too out of it to realise what it is or he's just freezes in place in stunned horror.

Them getting used to their new infected bodies with Laa-Laa being blind and Dipsy (mostly like due to obvious reasons) having some type of nerve damage along side a few other problems. I often image these two just cuddling whilst sleeping.

This was longer than I expected, um, have a piece of ship art I drew lol

#slendytubbies 3 #slendytubbies #shipping #not proofread #And tired af

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dialovers-lover-xoxo · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers characters as demigods in the Percy Jackson universe! (Who their godly parents would be and why I think that)

My reasonings are based off of official Percy Jackson wikis (specifically each Camp Half Blood cabin wiki has a list of their canon shared skills and personality traits) as well as analyzing the characters we see in all the series :)

Under a cut because this is looooong lol

Shu

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Cabin 6 - Athena

For humor's sake I'd say Hypnos because he's the god of sleep and Shu sleeps a lot like his demigod children do in the series, but being serious I actually think he'd be a child of Athena. In multiple routes and endings, he's proven himself to be proficient in sword-fighting, despite having no proper lessons or experience. Likewise, Athena's children are all naturally gifted with the ability to wield any weapon with great skill, even when they don't have much experience. He also has great wit at times and is incredibly intelligent and perceptive, both traits that Annabeth and her siblings express. He's also blonde like most of Athena's children are in the series.

Reiji

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Cabin 6 - Athena

I also believe Reiji would be a child of Athena, making him and Shu rare but not impossible full blood sibling demigods! Like Shu, Reiji has also shown profiency in sword-wielding despite having very little practice if any at all. He is also highly intelligent and has a dry wit like Athena's children in the series. He's also incredibly ambitious and strategic but he's also prideful which is all of Athena's children's fatal flaw in the series. It's confirmed that all her demigod children have the fatal flaw of hubris, which is excessive pride.

Ayato

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Cabin 17 - Nike

All of Nike's children are highly skilled in athletics but also extremely competitive and perhaps over confident. They can't say no to a challenge and will do anything to prove that they are the best. They are described as intense and driven, all of which I think fits Ayato pretty well.

Kanato

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Cabin 20 - Hecate

At first I was going to put Kanato in Hephaestus because he can control fire like a select few of Hephaestus' kids can, but then I remembered that Hecate's children can cast pretty much any magic, including pyrokinesis. Plus he really doesn't fit any other aspect of being a Hephaestus demigod. He also shows some other magical abilities like turning inanimate creatures into living animals, his familiars, so being the son of the goddess of magic seems fitting.

Laito

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Cabin 10 - Aphrodite***

Laito actually shows a lot of Aphrodite demigod traits. He's incredibly perceptive and has an impressive ability to understand everyone easily, like how Piper is able to immediately understand the silent conversation between Chiron and Annabeth at the bonfire in The Lost Hero. It's confirmed in the Aphrodite Cabin wiki that all Aphrodite children have high social abilities and awareness, which ties into Laito's intuition. Laito also is one hell of a charmspeaker. He's very good at telling someone exactly what they want to hear and has been able to convince people to do many things. Charmspeak is a skill some of Aphrodite's children have where they can convince people to do things just with words and they often have a knack for persuasion. He also has a good fashion sense. He's always very well put-together in fashionable outfits and has his signature hat. Aphrodite's children are excellent with fashion. And once Yui helps him understand the difference between love and lust, he's romantic and affectionate. Aphrodite's children love romance and are seen to be very affectionate with the people they care about. He's also pretty family-oriented with Kanato and Ayato and in The Lost Hero the Aphrodite siblings do look out for each other (with the exception of Drew) like how Mitchell and Lacy help Piper pack for her quest and how some campers comfort Lacy when she cries.

Subaru

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Cabin 5 - Ares

Subaru's hot-headed and good with daggers, just like Ares demigods are quick to anger and are instinctively good with all weapons. Subaru and Ares cabin members also share good fighting skills. In the Dark Fate prologue Subaru is able to take on an entire pack of supernaturally strong wolves all by himself to protect Ayato. He's also extremely strong physically, able to lift heavy stuff and punch holes through walls. Likewise, Ares demigods have superhuman strength and are stronger than the average demigod. Finally Ares demigods have Odikinesis which is essentially the power to get someone angry. Subaru doesn't have that exactly but in the manga and games, Yui actually verbally fights back against him a lot more than the other diaboys like when they're arguing in the limo very early in the first route so it kinda fits him in that regard.

Ruki

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Cabin 6 - Athena

Another Athena demigod! Ruki has also on occasion shown himself to be good with a sword and like Reiji and Shu, he's incredibly intelligent, he enjoys reading like Annabeth and presumably her siblings do, is ambitious and strategic and is very prideful like how all of Athena's children have hubris as their fatal flaw. He generally believes he doesn't need help and can do things better than others, which is exactly how Annabeth describes her hubris in Sea of Monsters, telling Percy she believes she can do things even better than the gods. He also has a witty, teasing sense of humor like Annabeth. He even has the same grey eyes almost if not all of Athena's cabin members have.

Kou

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Cabin 7 - Apollo

He's an excellent singer and dancer and Apollo is known in mythology and Rick Riordan's books to be very flirtatious. None of Apollo's demigod children in the books share this trait, but it is a correlation worth noting between Kou and Apollo. Before entering a relationship with Yui, he acts very flirtatiously with his fans and even kisses them. I debated Aphrodite because of how he cares about his looks and is fashionable but I feel like singing should play a bigger role in deciding where he belongs so I think Apollo's cabin suits him best. I am aware Piper sings beautifully but that's not confirmed among all/most of Aphrodite's children or even Aphrodite herself, whereas all of Apollo's children have musical talent, just some more than others.

Yuma

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Cabin 4 - Demeter

Demeter's demigod children are usually gentle and kind like her and Yuma definitely doesn't fit that, but he is an excellent gardener and genuinely cares for and respects nature so I still think Demeter's cabin best fits him. Demeter is also associated with pigs and Yuma's nickname for Yui is Sow. None of the demigod children of Demeter call anyone they know pigs of course but I'm trying to draw lines between the Diabolik Lovers universe and the Percy Jackson universe for this post.

Azusa

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Cabin 14 - Iris

Honestly, Azusa was hard. I decided on Iris because he's incredibly kind and peaceful and generally only fights in self-defense or to protect those he loves, which is a huge aspect of Iris' demigod children and Iris herself.

Carla

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Cabin 20 - Hecate

As a founder, he has incredible magical abilities such as transformation, lightning, and other things we don't even see. Founders are generally much more magical than any other race in Diabolik Lovers so I feel like the goddess of magic being his mother fits.

Shin

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Cabin 20 - Hecate

Same thing with Carla. They both have actual magical powers, much more so than the other diaboys (with the exception of whichever Sakamaki brother inherits Karlheinz's magic at the end of Dark Fate) who are generally limited to only vampire abilities in terms of supernatural skills, so Hecate suits them both.

Kino

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Cabin 11 - Hermes

Kino is very cunning and mischevious and is quite resourceful like all of Hermes' demigod children, like how he used his phone in Chaos Lineage to recover his memories. Hermes children are also incredibly persuasive and Kino is able to convince many of the diaboys to sympathize with and trust him. Not that all Hermes children are manipulative for bad reasons of course, I'm just saying both Cabin 11 members and Kino are very good at saying exactly what someone wants to hear and they know what to say in order to convince someone to do something.

Yui

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Cabin 18 - Hebe

Hebe's demigod children are very kind and take pride in the happiness of others like Yui does. They're also fast healers and considering how much physical trauma Yui goes through, she's almost always healed shockingly quickly. (I understand that the diaboys have healing saliva so their bites will heal fast, but other injuries she heals quickly from as well I've noticed.) I don't think we see it but I feel like Yui would love doing community service and party planning, just like Hebe's children.

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*** Laito's sexual nature played no part in me putting him in Aphrodite's cabin. Aphrodite is the goddess of pleasure and sexuality, yes, but obviously none of Rick's characters are sexual or sexualized. He just has a lot of traits associated with Aphrodite's demigod children.

Feedback and reblogs appreciated! ❤️

(If you do reblog, please do not put any Percy Jackson related hashtags. I don't want kids coming across my account. Thank you!)

For the Harry Potter fans! 👇🏻

All main characters and their Hogwarts houses

Christa, Karlheinz, Richter, Cordelia, and Beatrix's Hogwarts Houses

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jungle-angel · 7 months

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17 and hannix? 😍😍

Dahling......you've only to ask and ye shall receive (lol).

Natasha still couldn't believe how fucking cold it was outside with all that snow falling.

And Jake was out in it.

She heard the snow-blower stop once he was in the garage and the door shutting a few minutes later. Togo, Jake's husky, went scritching across the floor a few minutes later to greet his master who stamped off his boots and hung his coat right on the hook in the garage.

"You good Jake?" she asked.

"Freezing my balls off," Jake shuddered, stripping off his hat and his boots.

"You get that shit off then meet me upstairs," Natasha told him.

He looked up at her wide-eyed. "Upstairs?"

"And when I say strip, I mean it," Natasha purred.

"A striptease?" Jake gasped. "Don't you toy with me you saucy minx!"

Natasha laughed and ran right up the stairs with Jake hot at her heels until she reached their shared bathroom. She turned on the hot water and let it run until it was steaming, adding a little bit of the cedar, pine and cool rain essential oils that Jake loved. It wasn't long before the whole bathroom smelled of it, luring her husband in quicker than she could blink.

"Like what you see?" Jake asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up and get in the bath already," she chuckled.

Jake slipped in as Natasha stripped off all her clothes, lowering herself in as soon as she was ready, the two of them enveloped under the hot water.

"Oh there we go," Jake groaned happily as he felt Natasha lowering herself onto his already stiff cock. "Oh baby, you read my mind."

"Whaddaya say Bagman?" Natasha purred. "Best two outta three?"

"Challenge accepted," Jake answered.

Natasha slipped off his cock and laid back against the other end as Jake drew in a breath and went under the water. A rather unladylike moan fell from her mouth as she felt Jake's head go between her legs, his tongue grabbing ahold of her clit and her fingers clutching his hair.

Round two out of three was definitely not bad at all.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #jake x phoenix #jake seresin x natasha trace #hangman x phoenix #hannix

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dxwnfxll · 1 year

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Heyo!

I consumed all the SFW Mikell x reader content on the internet and I saw you had you requests open and I thought I could request something!

Could you please write Mikell Amberose (I think that's the right last name on your blog, if not feel free to correct me!) Reacting to the reader doodling little hearts and smiley faces on his hands? (in washable marker ofc)

if you don't really feel like writing it free to delete this request.

Ofc !!

And yeah sorry it's Ambrose/gen/lh lol !!

Mikell Ambrose x reader

Lil hearts

So within the foundation you had a very special job, walking around with Mikell. Yup that was it, you were paid 600k a year just to walk around with the guy and keep him company. Sure you had your moments where you've had to run down dark hallways to find a bunker all while making sure your boss is still alive amd behind you, bur otherwise than that it was pretty easy.

All Mikell usually did was walk about a facility/the 05s place, go on a drive or have meetings. Meetings he usually made you go to, and speaking of that you two were currently in one.

05-1 rambled on and on about some sort of 'new mission' for the foundation, her 50s aesthetic being a sore thumb towards the other 05. Next to you of course sat Mikell tapping his fingers annoyed as 05-1 went on and on. On the other side of you sat 05-7, she was always kind always having a vibe similar to the 'parent' friend. They noticed you looking at them and gave you a kind smile and wave before looking back at the 'boss' of the 05.

You sighed bored a bit looking at the table and noticing a marker, looking about to make sure no one was paying attention you grabbed the pen. At first you just tried to juggle it in your hand flinching everytime it hit against the table. Once you felt bored with that you looked towards Mikells hand then back at the pen getting an idea.

Mikell blinked feeling your hands on his, he side glanced at you with a neutral face watching as you held his hand doodling on it.

He didn't say anything or move his hand, just watched for a second as you drew little hearts, bolts and flowers before he looked back at 05-1.

Once the meeting had ended and everyone had left, you two walked down the hallway together. Yalls walking down the hallway being the only sound anyone could hear, he looked at his hand again as you had stopped to get a snack from a vending machine. He snickered a bit "this is gonna take forever to get off y'know" he said with his casual country accent.

You got up holding [Snack] looking at the 05 "what? Don't like 'em?" He shook his head "i like them, just didn't think you'd get so bored that you'd start using my hand as a piece of paper" you laughed with him as you two started walking again. He patted your head/back grinning at his cowboy hat hid his eyes.

Wooo hope this kinda made sense? I haven't been writing a lot so i tried LOL

Hope you enjoyed !!

#scp #scp fandom #scp foundation #scp fanfiction #scp x reader #scp mikell bright #scp mikell bright x reader #scp mikell ambrose x reader #scp mikell ambrose #scp 05 x reader

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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A lil thought that occured to me while sewing my work apron waiting for customers to arrive and get their shit-

Reader just being an excellent seamstress/seamster but just doesn't bring it up because it just never came up. But one day Emmet (Let's face it, Emmet is the more likely one to tear his coat) tears his uniform in battle and reader offers to fix it.

Reader does an amazing job fixing Emmet's coat, and of course, Emmet is all happy and is showing off his Darling's amazing sewing skills. I can imagine Ingo getting jealous and tearing his coat too just for reader to fix it as well because it "makes the coat more special" or something like that

I also imagine the twins one upping each other, tearing their clothes just so reader can mend it with their amazing skills. Will reader ever catch on? Maybe. Who knows

Bonus points if Elesa jumps on the tear train as well or she simply asks reader to design clothes for her lol

The entire Nimbasa trio trying to win your affection? Fuck yeah I’m down.

🔲Ingo🔲Emmet🔳Elesa⭐️

- Being friends with these three for so long it was only a matter of time before something happened to one of their outfits.

- Elesa always has people on hand for her outfits.

- Ingo always takes care of his things.

- Your dear friend Emmet however, has a lot of energy and is very rowdy, he was the first to learn of your sewing abilities. After a Pokémon attack that he dodged, landed on the tail end of his work coat.

- He was so upset about it, it wasn’t a clean cut at all! So he knew it would cost more to have repaired, and the fact it was a specialty made coat!

- “Just give it to me, I can fix it.”

- He didn’t think the tear could be made worse, so he did as you ask.

- By the end of the day you gave it back to him. The coat looked brand new and like it never had a tear to begin with! You smile with him as his grin stretched so wide, his eyes lit up at the repaired coat.

- Those same happy silver eyes locked with something on the inside, just a sticky note. ‘It wasn’t too tear-able. Be careful next time!♥️’

- “I figured a friendly reminder was in order.”

- Emmet made sure to brag to the other two and showed them your little note.

- “They drew a heart! A heart!! And they put so much effort into making my coat look so nice! You can’t even tell it was torn to begin with!”

- This sparked something within the others. Why should Emmet get all of your attention and personal touches to his wardrobe?

- Next was Ingo. He came to you with his own coat.

- “It got caught in the subway doors.”

- And it looked it, the poor ends of the coat looked like a mangled mess!

- “Hey don’t worry! I can fix it for you.”

- “Thank you my dear-friend! I’ll pay you for-“

- “Not needed, I’ll have this back to you in a bit.”

- And you handed the subway boss his newly fixed coat back before his next shift.

- Ingo was forever grateful and still paid you back for your work, despite you saying it was fine.

- “It just adds a…personal touch to it, like I can feel the care you put into it.”

- Ingo was beaming with pride when he saw how much his words affected you.

- You were just so happy he liked your work.

- Even more so he kept your sticky note ‘I think I did a sew-tible job. Take care!❤️’

- The older twin proceeded to brag and gush about how you fixed his coat too! And his note was even cuter!!

- Thus the battle begun.

- You’d fix up their work outfits at least once a day. There was always something to happen to their coats, work pants, or hats.

- “Daaaaarling my hat has a hole in it, can you make it better?” Emmet would pout and ask, much like a child asking for a kiss to make the pain go away.

- “I’m sorry to trouble you again, but it seems Excadrill got excited after a battle and torn my pants leg.” Ingo would simply hold the damaged item towards you, looking away bashfully.

- You were more than happy to help, but you were growing suspicious. Emmet sure, maybe, but Ingo? He was always so safe and cautious, and the frequency at all this wasn’t lining up.

- You ran out of sewing or patching puns to use and would simply leave a ‘don’t die.❤️’ note with their items.

- You missed the glares they’d give the other when you’d had them the fixed item.

- Constantly the twins would silently fight for your attention and notes. Hell the only reason Emmet hasn’t asked you out is cause he respects his brother.

- The two missed their other competition.

- Elesa.

- You were visiting her during a photo shoot, it was almost over with so you didn’t mind waiting. Until someone stumbled and torn Elesa’s personal jacket.

- “It’s alright, don’t worry! I have a travel sewing kit with me.” You had started carrying one after all the Ingo and Emmet things.

- It wasn’t that big of a tear so it was easy to patch up right that.

- “Ta~da! Just be more careful next time, yeah?”

- You didn’t have sticky notes with you, so you drew a tiny heart on the tag.

- And Elesa was quick to fall deeper in love with it and you.

- “You’re really good at sewing stuff.”

- “Oh, thank you! I use to do it a lot, it comes in handy.”

- “Do you want to design clothes with and for me?”

- You stare at the model in utter shock, she only looks back at you in complete seriousness.

- “Are you sure?”

- “With what the two dense asses tell me and just now, you got amazing skills for these things. It would be an honor.”

- You truly didn’t know how to respond and asked her to give you some time to think about it.

- The twins weren’t so happy to hear about this.

- “Elesa will get all their time!”

- “They won’t have any time to spend with us or patch up our coats.”

- Emmet clung to you and practically hissed at Elesa anytime she’d get close.

- Ingo tries to gently talk you out of it, wanting all your attention, but he won’t just NOT support you if you do this, he will be one of you top cheerleaders.

- But they two twins are so pouty. They just love you.

- But Elesa also loves you and wants your time and attention, so she starts doing the same thing the twins have been doing.

- She texts you before hand that her outfit has a hole in it and if you can help.

- Of course you can but things are a little too convenient and happening too much and often. They HAVE to be up to something, all three of them!

- But what?

#long post #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon elesa #pokemon elesa x reader

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bitter-sweet-coffee · 3 months

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Could you make a brief description of your main/favourite OCs or other important things, I have a bad memory and am confused 👉🏻👈🏻

HELLO! hi hi hi uh. hellow sienna :3 yes of course. i will choose a VERY MINIMAL AMOUNT OF OCS just the ones i’m always ranting about. ALSO I KNOW YOU SAID BRIEF BUT. I AM VERY BAD AT THAT SO HERE’S WHATEVER THIS IS:

1. GEMMA. (Gemma the ??? technically)

Gemma is a green… bird. We do not know what kind of bird she is. She’s Bean’s mom and she runs the criminal underworld of hybrid mobians, trafficking, and mobian puppy mills. She’s not particularly mean or violent though, the joke being that she’s also omnipotent and can break the fourth wall, just with the dark twist that she’s always known everything ever and knows she’s an OC and that I’m even talking about her right now, hence why doing the immoral shit that she does is not ultimately a bad thing since no one she hurts is real. ALSO, she’s based off of Gemma Teller-Morrow from Sons of Anarchy so if you ever draw her, try to make her look like a bird version or Katey Segal :)

2. BRANDO. (Brando the Hawk lol)

Jet’s Dad. Looks like Jet but if he was an alcoholic who somehow manages a receding hairline. Hansu once drew him with a monocle and top hat as a joke but I found it so hilarious we might just keep it. He sounds like James Lance (actor) if his voice was more broken and growly and mumbly, and if he was human he’d have Lance’s hair as well. (He misses his wife, Sienna)

3. ADAM!!! (Adam the Albatross)

Adam is Storm’s dad and he looks like him but instead of being round and fluffy strong, he’s abtastically ripped. You see how I draw mobians you know what’s up LOL. anyways, he was a teen dad and did a really good job, and he works at Prison Island. Well, he did, now it’s blown up, so he works at the inland prison instead. He’s a bit of a manchild and his girlfriend is Jewel’s mom Opal (hehe Lea’s OC) because he sorta has a milf problem. He’s like if Jesse Pinkman was an adult instead of an oversized teenager, yet is still quite childish (in a cute way! he eats dino nuggets for dinner). Think “drawing Storm but for a thirsttrap” and you’ve nailed him

4, CAREY AND DARLA!!! (Carey the Jackdaw & Darla the Swallow)

You really think I’m gonna just include one??? These are Wave’s parents and I’m in love with their designs. Carey is a jackdaw with vitiligo which means he gets patches of white feathers in certain places due to black pigment being a recessive genetic trait due to the Salem trials (long story, you asked for the short version lol). He dyes his front feathers red to be like Party Poison from Danger Days, and often wears a pair of working denim jeans that are kinda stained with oil and paint but that makes them look cooler. He’s Eggman level smart and super witty, but extremely humble and only wants to use his knowledge to help other people. It’s a jackdaw thing. He loves shiny stuff (read: he loves machinery) and also adores his wife. Such a wife guy but in the genuinely good and wholesome way. SPEAKING OF, DARLA IS A BUBBLEGUM PUNK TO ME! She was part of all the mobian riots in the 80’s and operated an illegal shelter for homeless youth via her massive roller rink that’s dead centre in her city that she refuses to sell for luxury condos or parking lots. That is HER block of land and she’s not moving it, so she helps keep kids (especially mobian youth who are disproportionately affected) off the street. She loves wearing full denim and is an array of blue colours. Also, despite her husband being super fucking tall, she’s also pretty tall for a lady! Very round too though, like a feathery ball, very cute and round and pudgy I love her.

I actually have acceptable fanart of these two on hand because Infifi drew them once so here’s that:

#bsc ocs #gemma the ???#brando the hawk #adam the albatross #carey the jackdaw #darla the swallow

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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hey kaia ! i’m new to sending in requests so please bare with me.

would you be able to write a roronoa zoro x female gunslinger reader. i’ve had the thought in my mind now for quite sometime. i really want to see zoro paired with a very strong woman whom utilizes guns as a weapon and implements them into her fighting style. i imagine she’s a part of the straw hats too, maybe a strategist.

i would love the fic to be centered mainly around an angst theme ( i am a sucker for angst lol ). maybe the reader gets severely injured during an important fight and zoro sort of pops off. i have it in my head to where i think he’s very protective over people he loves / cares about. so the reader being injured would definitely set him over the edge.

i also think zoro in particular is an individual whom doesn’t do well conveying emotion or feeling when it comes to romance. he’s not the best with affection either. so i would imagine his and the reader’s relationship is sort of strained because of this. on the one hand we have zoro who makes it obvious he’s interested in the reader but won’t say anything in regards to the relationship, and the off hand the reader who possesses the capability of doing something about her feelings but zoro’s reluctant-ness is stopping her. this definitely attributed to the angst too, i think. as it sort of creates a very unhealthy and emotionally draining relationship. but anything for love, right? lol.

anyways thank you so much for taking the time to read this! i really love your writing style and think you portray zoro really well. <3

ahh your mind is wonderful, and it’s funny because i was thinking abt smth similar the other day; i love this so much <3 i had so much fun suffering as i wrote this, so i hope you do too (suffer with me, that is). also you’re very sweet thank you!

2.2k words, fem reader, just one big angst-fest courtesy of yours truly. cw: blood mention, guns, a hint of knife violence, but nothing too gruesome (idt so anyway)

if you could go back in time, you’d do so in a heartbeat. there’s a poignant moment in your past that you want to revisit, maybe even change a little; there’s so much that you didn’t know, so much you still don’t know—and despite you doing your best to move forward, you always find yourself ten steps back.

your mind moves like quicksand, with hurried thoughts tumbling around; your sanity sifts its fingers through the sand, searching for a way, unable to grasp anything concrete. it’s during moments like these, that your crewmates worriedly point out how frequently you stay in your head. and it’s true, you do. you’re not so much lost as you are hesitant to be found.

or, rather, it’s likely that you’re still waiting for a particular someone to wise up and see just how much he affects you. but, if anyone can bring you back, it’s him—an irrevocable truth that neither of you can run from.

when you think you’ll finally teeter over that edge, choking on various memories, disrupting the way of life you’ve come to love, you manage to make it out alive. every time you think about your first meeting with him, it hurts so badly that it’s impossible to sleep at night. because this thing? those thoughts? the way you desperately want to confess? they’re a part of your nightmare.

it’s a vicious, endless dance that you do with him day in and day out; and where your fatigue has stolen most of your pride, you still manage to keep your head up, determined to not get swept up in his orbit once again.

for him? it’s a different kind of story.

he knows that you’re in your head again; your aim is off, your breathing uneven, it’s not a sight that he's used to. you’ve always been able to analyze situations, come up with the best tactical plans, bring logic back to your crew mates—that, alongside with your strength is part of what drew him to you in the first place. and while it’s not too far from the truth, it’s hardly anything that he should ever try to tell you if he hopes to salvage his relationship with you.

what he really wants to say—what he needs to say—he can’t quite put into words. they cling to the back of his throat, tongue somehow suddenly much too large for his mouth when he tries to speak with you about it. you know you’re not imagining things; it’s much too obvious from how much attention he pays to you, how he always finds a way to be nearby—just in case—how he insists on being the one to spar with you for months on end to ensure your form is as good as you say it is. sanji and usopp like to tease him about you whenever they can, brook and robin eventually join in, making it embarrassing and unbearable. almost, anyway.

it’s irresponsible of him to think about that now, in the midst of a fierce battle, when he should be watching out for enemy attacks. you, on the other hand, do everything in your power to keep moving; the more you do, the less you’ll think about him and his inability to tell you how he feels. it’s stupid, really—downright pathetic, in your opinion, that the two of you can hardly get it together to save your lives.

this is your first mistake.

when you pull out your gun, pointing the barrel at an enemy pirate—the one that stays on you the entire fight, that you’ve shot at multiple times only for her to dodge every. single. damn. bullet. you can’t say for sure that your aim was true, when the last thing you remember is seeing the back of zoro’s head, specks of blood splattered on his cheek. you tell yourself it’s not his—and there’s not even that much on him when you think about it; but you still get distracted. worry eats away at you, causing your grip to falter, your favorite gun slipping from your dominant hand.

that’s the only opening she needs.

with an insidious smirk and a shriek that will haunt you for eternity, she moves quickly, jamming a serrated, bloody knife into your shoulder. holding in a scream and clenching your teeth so hard, because yes it actually hurts that damn much, only makes things worse. the fear you feel isn’t because of her, but it’s from the realization that she’s essentially taken away the mobility in your arm. once she pulls the knife out of you roughly, she shoves you aside as if you aren’t someone who’s made a name for yourself in the pirate world. you drop to your knees, the wound in your shoulder so deep that blood just won’t stop oozing out of it; the pain reminds you that you’re alive, but the rest is a blur.

the fragments you do remember consist of a lot of shouting, strong arms picking you up effortlessly, as he takes you to safety; a slight moment of clarity tugs at you, and you swear you hear him berate himself over not making sure you were safe. you want to shake your head and tell him you were plenty safe, that it was your mistake that nearly cost you your life—but, you also blame him too. it’s not exactly fair, but he’s consumed so much of you without remorse that it’s the only form of self-preservation that you have currently at your disposal.

you sleep deeply for days and refuse your meals. on the fifth day he’s had enough. really, he wanted to see you right away, but given the severity of your wound, chopper shooed him away. however, it’s not chopper who prevents him from seeing you, it’s not chopper who tells franky to tell usopp to tell him that you’re not in the mood for visitors.

it’s you.

so when he pries that little secret out of usopp bright and early one morning, he stomps over to your room and barges in. he always does; it’s that level of comfort that’s keeping you in the situation you’re in with him right now. you hate it; absolutely, with your entire being. you also hate how you don’t actually hate it; how you don’t actually lock your door, because you know he’ll somehow come in regardless; and how you really wished he’d insisted on seeing you days ago.

childish and proud, you sit up on your bed, propped up by fluffy pillows. sunlight grazes the side of your face, casting a warm glow, reminding him of just how beautiful you are. not that he’s ever forgotten—and never will no matter what happens later on. but even from the doorway, he can sense your annoyance, which only annoys him too.

after closing the door, zoro places his swords on your desk and makes his way over to you. he pauses briefly, eye taking in your attire, surprise taking hold of him because he recognizes that shirt. he gave it to you years ago, something he currently can't fit into now even if he tries. you’ve made alterations to the shirt, of course, as is your nature—and he momentarily finds himself distracted by how tight it is around your chest, accentuating the curves along your breasts and waist.

but, your frown confuses him. and you too for that matter. you’re not sure what you’re mad at exactly, but you’re not that happy to see him either. the lie is bitter, forcing you to look away once he’s at your bedside.

“why aren’t you eating?” his first question almost makes you laugh. your lips twitch and he frowns deeply, unamused.

you lift your shoulder—the good, uninjured one—lazily, a motion that causes a vein to bulge on his forehead. “not hungry, i guess.”

“bullshit,” he says a little louder than he means, but zoro really can’t keep his voice down when he gets like this anyway. “i don’t buy that at all.”

his insistence startles you, forcing you to turn your head again, tilting it a bit as you watch him. “why do you even care?” you don’t mean to come off harsh, and initially want to say it as a joke, but once your mouth moves, a sliver of your pent up frustration slips through.

it’s not the first time you’ve sent a callous remark his way, but after all that’s happened, it affects him differently—and shoots an impassioned fury through his body. it’s not anger at you, though; no… it’s anger at himself. he doesn’t consider himself a coward, but he bites back his words, trying a hand at restraint and failing miserably.

“what the hell were you thinking? you could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

you cut him with a sharp glance and count backwards from ten. with your eyes closed, you focus on your breathing and not on the fact that you desperately want him to hold you like you want him to; it pisses you off, the way you’re acting. you don’t know what else to do, and maybe if you stay quiet long enough, he might take the hint and just…leave.

of course you forget one important detail; he’s just as stubborn as you are.

“you’re never that careless, you should’ve been able to handle her without any problem,” he says, continuing his diatribe. and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re tired of him talking to you like you haven’t already given yourself the same damn speech over and over and over, but you finally answer him—your resolve to keep composed completely flies out the window, so to speak.

“first of all,” you say with an accompanying groan; chopper warned you several times to not move around so much, but you just don’t listen. “it’s your damn fault, you distracted me.”

he narrows his eye at you, unable to really tell if you’re pulling his leg or not. “that doesn’t even make sense.” he hates the idea of him being the reason you got hurt; it’ll siphon bits and pieces of his soul until he’s nothing but an empty husk, only good for fighting.

you sigh, and sigh, and sigh—and he’s tired of you pushing him away, tired of not having the courage to do what you both want him to do. he grabs a chair and sits right next to you, long legs bumping against the edge of your bed. the proximity is making you feverish, and since he’s on the side of your injured arm, you can’t move much.

“you need to be more careful,” he says after a long stretch of silence, tone a little weary, voice much lower than you ever imagined it could be. you roll your bottom lip in between your teeth, biting down to keep yourself from reaching out to him. zoro, however, doesn’t wait for you to do anything; he brushes the tips of his fingers against your palm, as if he’s memorizing the lines that are etched along it.

a tiny fluttering, like the wings on miniature butterflies, pounds around your chest; your heart is unfortunately a helpless little thing, and no matter how much you try to pull away, you always find your way back to him. chopper’s prognosis gave you a 3% chance of recovery—rehabilitation, medication, taking a backseat to the fighting—but you still can’t feel much sensation in your hand, let alone the rest of your arm.

but—

it’s strange, isn’t it? the skilled, hard-headed, surprisingly sincere swordsman, who wouldn’t know intimacy if it bit him in the ass, touching you like that. even more strange—your fingers move a little in response. it’s the most you’ve gotten all week, and he watches as the wariness leaves your face and is replaced with a subdued adoration. and if you think it can’t even any stranger, he surprises you again; it’s reckless and chopper would probably kill him if he finds out, but he just can’t help it.

slowly, but surely, he lifts your hand, cradling it carefully—gently, even—before leaning down to press his lips against your palm and kissing it tenderly. it hurts. your shoulder, your heart, your head—everything fucking hurts. but, even through all of that, even when he places your hand back down, making sure your arm is properly elevated as per chopper’s instructions, you can’t help but wonder if this is the sort of fresh start that you both need.

“pass me my tray,” you say under your breath, cheeks flushed, unable to look at him. zoro raises a brow questioningly, as if he didn’t just shatter your entire world with that one gesture, but you repeat yourself again, a little louder. he arranges it so you can balance it on your lap without issue and you offer him the other half of your sandwich. “you look hungry,” you say casually, and while he also hadn’t eaten much over the past few days, it’s not the sort of hunger that he’s experiencing—not that he’ll ever admit that just yet, deciding to approach that on another day. he sits a little closer, eating the portion of his sandwich in only a few bites, and you smile at that—at the moment you’re having with him.

if you hold onto it tightly enough, it might give way to a form of real love some day. you hope.

#the way this ruined me in the best sort of way i tell u #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #fic request #zoro is an idiot but i stand by him #this was longer than i meant for it to be but i'm longwinded i can't help it #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro angst #one piece angst

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msookyspooky · 1 year

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Imagine a reader x severen on new years and they have a kiss at midnight I've always wanted that

Srry this is late I literally just took a mental vacay for a few days but I'm back 😁 I truly don't care if it's January 5 lol

One shot • no word count • not proofread • Severen x GN!Reader • Ending to Near Dark never happened/Caleb's Dad never found him; Caleb stayed with them and let's fast forward just a few years bc I found this gif 🎉

When the Clock Strikes Midnight

You all had just woken up a few hours prior and already had your meals for the night. Drunken people loitering the streets of the bigger town you all stopped into. A few bodies lay bone dry in multiple dark alleys that no one would be the wiser to thinking they ran into human trouble or passed out and died of hypothermia in the cold...Well, the marks might give that away but you'd all be long gone by then.

"Man, what's with all the drunkards out here tonight for?" Homer mumbled with his hands in his pockets. "I told ya we shouldn't be in big towns like this...Look at all these freaks. "

Jesse sighed while walking hand in hand with Diamondback up ahead of the group. "Normally I'd agree with you, old man, but we needed to feed. And a bunch of people out of their wits are perfect targets for an early and quick meal." He slowly drew out; leisurely surveying the surroundings.

Caleb was walking between Mae and Homer (Much to Homer's disdain) as he mumbled. "Uh...It's New Years Eve? Right?"

Diamondback scrunched her brows a moment in thought. "Is it?"

You finally spoke up as well, "Yep."

"Huh." She hummed as she sighed and leaned into Jesse. "...I beileve they're right, Jess. Another year done went by."

"...You guys didn't notice?" You muttered walking side by side with Severen behind everyone. Severen made a habit of guarding the clan from the back while out and about and since you wanted to be near him; you decided to walk a bit slower to ease back towards where he was.

Jesse smiled with a scoff of a chuckle. "Years go by real fast for us, YN. After the first 100; why keep countin' 'em? "

Homer scoffed. "After the first 50 more like it."

Caleb huffed with a disbelieving smirk. "God, yall act like humans don't celebrate at least 50 New Years Eve's in their lifetime."

Diamondback chimed in. "Ain't the same. Humans age, they change, their lives change with each year." She turned her head, exchanging a look between you and Mae and Caleb as the youngest members of the group. A coy smirk on her lips as she softly said. "Ours don't."

Severen huffed. "Ain't that the fuckin' truth. Only thing that changes is how much dumber the people get." He grinned wryly to himself as a young guy hanging out with his friends practically stumbled into your path before correcting himself and staggering back to his group hanging out on the sidewalk near the bar. "All you can eat and the food serves itself." He gave that signature chuckle of his that you could recognize anywhere.

Severen raised his brows down at you playfully and you just smiled with an eye roll and looked towards a couple dancing with party hats on in the bar window. Oblivious to the world around them.

"...Want seconds? They'd be real easy." Severen bent down and whispered to you. You blinked in surprise, not realizing you were staring at them before shaking your head. "No, just watching."

The longer you were in the group and saw Jesse and DB so devoted after so many decades and Mae and Caleb being absolutely nauseating teens even after a few years of being together; you could understand Homer's bitterness a little. It had only been a little while of you being turned compared to your once fragile human lifespan and even you felt that aching in your chest when you saw that aging couple in their 50's dancing; let alone the two couples in your group so enraptured with their mates. Whatever level of loneliness you might have felt as a human felt magnified by the impending doom of Eternity... Alone. Decades if not Centuries of not having that person that made you feel loved. It was no wonder this group stayed together with not a single one of you able to have friends or family; you were all eachother had in the long immortal void of being what you were. But even friends and family could only cure the overwhelming urge to find your mate for so long; they couldn't fill that ache of wanting someone. Your person. The one person that felt like a missing puzzle piece in your life. Humans spent their entire lives obsessing over finding 'the one' so you felt stupid thinking that feeling wouldn't be 10x worse being turned. Especially seeing two pairs of other turned people that found their forever match.

You knew how Homer felt for obvious reasons. But you also wanted to just look at Severen and ask 'How can you stand it?' Especially since he was in this group first other than your Patriarch. He was the second to be in this group the longest as Jesse's prodigy. How did he manage going from it just being him and Jesse for decades to being the third wheel? All these decades later of seeing his creator/father/older brother/friend/mentor or whatever he viewed Jesse Hooker as become Mates with DB and just existing alongside them until Homer came along. How can he be so okay being alone like he is night after night for over a century at least?

But then you looked up at him once more and that question instantly died in your mind...Because maybe...This feeling wasn't universal? It was you and only you. Maybe this loneliness wouldn't be there if it wasn't for your budding feelings towards him? Your heart sank as you realized maybe he didn't think of it because he didn't feel the same way about anyone; including you. Having a crush made this feeling worse the last few months and the disheartening realization you'd never be like that couple in the window or Jesse and DB or even Mae and Caleb made your frown to yourself.

Homer seemed grumpier than usual and tired. He ended up tripping and almost falling over as he cursed to himself. A few people looked over at this child cursing like a sailor as he glared at them.

Severen laughed and told him. "Be careful there, ya old lush!"

"Shut it, Severen." Homer grumbled. "I HATE drunk blood." He mumbled and didn't seem to care if anyone heard.

Jesse gave him a look to stop talking as you all moved away from the people talking around the outside of the bar. Your eyes never left that couple dancing as you saw the clock inside said 11:54 pm. Your heightened hearing picked up talking on a nearby radio that talked about the ball dropping soon.

Severen chuckled. "Yeah, feeling a little buzzed myself. Hey Jess, remember back when we got a hold of those one fellas high on opium?" He laughed to himself before Jesse could even answer. Looking down at you with a toothy grin. "I slept like a worn out dog after that." He lost the grin as he saw you weren't paying attention.

A bit more chattering you paid no mind to happened. Jesse and Diamondback led the group walking forward but to your surprise you felt someone tug you back by your jacket. You looked up to see Severen tilting his head, scrunching his brows ever so slightly and staring down at you.

"Hey, what's eatin' you?"

"Nothing." He raised a brow at you and you couldn't help the nervous smile. "No really, nothings wrong. I mean, not really."

"Then why are ya spacing out for?" His eyes traveled to the small bar booming with people as the clock said 11:56 pm inside. "Ya want to go in there?"

"No, we don't have to. It's loud, wall to wall people, probably just asking for trouble with all the drunks in there."

He slowly smirked down at you before slinging an arm over your shoulder. You were used to him being touchy but it still made your stomach jump with nerves as he pulled you close and led you by the shoulder. The cologne he used whenever he went out to disguise himself as just a regular human wafted under your nose. It came in handy when you all had no idea when your next showers would be or to disguise any scent of blood that might linger on your clothes from the night prior. It was clean, spicy scent you definitely didn't mind.

"Sounds like my kind of place."

He walked you in and looked around with a grin at how crowded it was. Most of the time these small town bars just had a handful of people that gave you all wary or dirty looks but you both were completely ignored in here. It was almost over whelming having so much noise from the radio broadcasting the ball dropping to the jukebox to the people excitedly chattering to clanking of glasses and pool balls.

You almost turned to leave but Severen steered you back with a hand on your shoulder. "Come on, just till that ball drops then we'll head out. Alright?"

You thought a moment before smiling and nodding. "Alright."

Leave it to Severen to draw you both right in the middle of the bar where most people would be content on the sidelines. You talked to him over the music and people. "God, it's loud!"

He snorted. "Shit, you ain't heard loud till midnight! Only quiet ones are the ones sucking face."

You gave a nervous laugh and shook your head seeing 11:58 pm. "I actually have never done that."

He gave you a surprised look and bent down slightly to make sure he heard you. "Kissin'??"

"At midnight on New Years Eve. Never done it."

"Never?!" He exclaimed, seeming shocked by that for whatever reason. You gave a slight shrug with a smirk, trying to look around at things. "Nope!" Never."

He gazed at you from the side with a strange expression you couldn't place. Huffing slightly before he looked down and smirked to himself and mumbled something you couldn't quite hear.

"What was that??" You asked louder than you intended before people started quieting each other down as the radio blared that it was 11:59 pm New Years Eve and the last year of 1989.

He bent down and said to you so no one else could hear. "I actually remember 1889's New Year, beileve it or not. Course, we didn't go all out like this. Not even close. In fact, this whole ball droppin', throwing confetti everywhere, drinking yourself under the table shit didn't start till 30 years later or so." He stood back up fully and shook his head to himself. "Damn...100 years."

You smiled at him. "Severen Van Sickle, are you getting sentimental? "

He smirked and nudged you. "I ain't gettin' soft and sentimental about the passage time like some old man."

You shrugged up at him with a smile. "Well, even if you are...100 years is a long time. I mean, regular people celebrate every year because it passes them by faster than they think so maybe yours is just realizing you've lived over a century?"

"Maybe." He mumbled in thought before the countdown started.

You both got shhed by a stranger as you saw the excitement among everyone, a couple already kissing when the count down was at 5.

"5...4...3...2-"

"1." Severen finished for you. You blinked in surprise when you felt his arm wrap around the small of your back and his other hand cradled the back of your head as he bent down and leaned you back to kiss you.

Time slowed down as you felt his lips on yours. A little overzealous for a first try but hey that's just Severen and everything he does. You grabbed at his leather jacket to steady yourself as you barely heard the cheering, the happy new years, people blowning kazoos or whirrling clackers around while others hugged or clapped...All while you felt his strong arms wrapped around you, practically holding you up with his inhuman strength while only one of your feet touched the floor under you. You finally kissed him back after the shock of it all wore off as your lips moved against his. He continued kissing you as he raised you back up to stand on your feet but even when he pulled away from the kiss you wobbled, gripping against him as he grinned down at you and wrapped both of his arms around your back. Your chest rose and fell as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

"W-Wow uh..." You gave a slight smile, unsure what to say. Confetti on his shoulders and dark hair and you were sure it was on you too.

"Wow, huh?" He teased, his hands still holding onto you. He dropped the cocky grin as it turned into a slight smirk instead. "I uh...Damn, I think that drink we had earlier was fuckin' 90 proof." He chuckled out as only you two understood what the drink was. "At least ya can mark that off yer list."

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can." You gave him a warm smile and allowed both of yourselves to hug onto each other longer than anticipated. You wanted to kiss him again. Wanted to tell him you couldn't hide these feelings you had anymore and the burning question opened up after this kiss 'Did he feel the same? Was this just him being arrogant and making sure he's the first at something or because he genuinely likes you too?'

You didn't get to do either when Mae cleared her throat. You both looked over to see her and Caleb grinning at you both inside the bar a few feet away. "...Are we...Interrupting?" Mae murmured with a giggle as you and Severen almost instantly let each other go. More you than him, you did NOT feel like hearing the teasing THE WHOLE RIDE to your next destination.

"Um, yeah- no. We were just-" You looked at Severen, thankful blood circulation didn't allow your face to heat up anymore.

Severen gave you a smirk and confidently answered. "Celebrating the New Year. Don't tell me ya didn't kiss yer girl when that clock struck." As he ruffled his hair to get the confetti off of him.

Caleb huffed. "Course I did! But that was almost 2 minutes ago."

"Huh, time flys then." Severen winked at you.

Mae gave you a knowing smirk and Caleb chuckled to himself as Severen wrapped his arm around you again and led you out as the drinking and loud music continued in the bar.

You both walked out and to your surprise, Severen whispered to you. "Are you alright with all that we did back there? I swear it the alcohol that guy had in his blood has me a lil tipsy so if I got a lil carried away..."

It genuinely took you aback but shook your head. "No! No, I'm glad you did that...It was...Nice."

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah. In fact...Maybe we can walk around town a bit together? If you want to, that is. It doesn't get light out till 7 in the morning now."

He gave you a satisfied smile. "It'd be my pleasure. Where to first, darlin'?"

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