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dooberific · 8 months

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❝𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦❞

pre release wriothesley x afab!reader

genre: nsfw (dacryphilia, creampie, idk how to finish tagging this hehe)

wc: 2.7k

summary: Despite his imposing stature, your lover is the softest and most genuine man you know. His regular praises make it seem like you hung the very stars in the sky, so why his sudden withdrawl?

There was just something different about the flowers of Fontaine. Maybe it had something to do with the land, moist plains sweeping up into sharp mountain peaks that passed a gentle breeze over the winding waterways below. The easy smell of rain, the babbling streams that fed into raging waterfalls that drenched all below in a fine mist.

They seemed to grow a little differently, proud and tall like the Rainbow roses dotting the hillsides, their very own fine bonnets adorning their heads as their brilliant appearances dazzled passing strangers.

Perhaps that was why the simplicity of the Marcotte slipped under so many eyes, winding through life with a silent elegance and glowing smile so heartfelt and utterly kind that even the most icy of hearts would tremble under the warmth of her gaze. She would never be a rose, nor would she ever entertain the thought of it, laughing away the idea with great mirth dancing in her eyes and a grin lingering on her lips well after the encounter.

You may never be a rose, but your simplistic and nostalgic charms had catalyzed such a violent reaction that he was sure you had hung the very sun in the sky, elevating its position as a kindness for your own radiance far out shone the largest star in the Teyvat sky.

But if you were the Marcotte, so delicate and pure, then what was he? Surely he was nothing but a weed in the garden of the gods, a wicked thing who rose from the dirt to strangle the life out of the pretty and soft things around. There was a trail of battered roses in his wake, resentful that the weed had never blossomed into something worthwhile as they had dreamed, that it had spent their precious time, basked in their light, and then left them to wither away in anger.

But the Marcotte was wild and resilient, your unbreakable and hearty spirit more than strong enough to carry your own burdens with grace and dignity even before you had unfurled your brilliant petals.

Pure and wild chased by the impure and plotting.

You should resent him for his wickedness, his impudence to dare stand under the same sun as you. He couldn’t help himself, he was little more than a moth drawn to a flame, a weed that kept creeping back into the garden. How long had he waited, chasing fleeting images and the feeling a hand could never hope to emulate, before your own interests had become so entranced that you allowed him closer?

He would swear it was all unintentional from the beginning, that it had all started as a draw to your magnetic personality. Fleeting kisses of parting after he walked you home at night giving way to deeper intentions as he cornered you against the door and indulged you a little more intimately. The wet slide of his tongue into your mouth, the firmness of his hands trailing down your sides and toying with the hem of your shirt. The little whines from your lips as your fingers carded through his hair, a sting in your calves from standing on your toes as his chapped lips ravaged your neck, your body pressed flush to his own.

It was such a natural progression until it suddenly wasn’t. Kisses left broken as he hastily departed, a harsh flush creeping to his ears as he apologized and took his leave. The onset of his behavior had left your head spinning with questions. Had you done something wrong? He never acted strangely about you until those last and most private moments together, maybe his interest was waning? If you had grown boring you would understand, it wasn’t like your job or life were particularly riveting—

Too many unasked questions, and too much sleep lost. You were not so shy or proud to confront an issue head on, and while Wriothesley loved that trait of your personality he loved it a little less when it was weaponized against him as you stood at his door, a finger pressed to his lips and a stern yet wary look in your eyes as you shushed his questions and gave him a piece of your own mind.

He really was nothing short of a weed, too cowardly to have confronted the issue before it had become a problem. He was a liar, unable to hold your burning gaze as he forced some half-assed excuse past his lips. He certainly could not tell you that his hasty departures had been the product of your evening rendezvouses which simply stoked the fire that the all consuming thoughts of you kept burning in his veins, of the perverse feeling stirred by the lovesick look in your eyes that was increasingly hard to resist. There would be no kindness in those pretty eyes should you know that he could barely touch you now without getting hard, that a moment too long basking in your presence would surely have him cumming in his pants with the same choked gasp that he so poorly suppressed as he jerked himself off later fantasizing your pretty cunt wrapped around him.

There was no question of want, he needed you. He needed to defile you with every dirty thought that ever dizzied his head, to have you fucked dumb on his cock and begging for more because you knew he couldn’t resist. What a shitty lover he felt like, having let you think you had ever done a thing wrong when it was just his own self disgust that he couldn’t keep it together that was wedging you apart.

Maybe just once he could show you, and if you hated him for it he could beg for your forgiveness. Just this once he would kiss you like always, whispers of reassurance passing between you that there was nothing wrong with you, you were perfect. Just this once would he not fight the onslaught of debauched feelings that flooded him the moment you sighed against his lips, parting your own at the gentle tease of his tongue. He would kiss you deeply and with no regrets or holds, making your head spin from the lack of oxygen as the feeling of his warm hands settling on your body as he pressed you against the wall. He wouldn’t make some shitty excuse to leave when he felt his pants tighten, nor would he apologize for the moment he grinded his hips deeply against your own in search of that heavenly bit of friction only you could provide.

He swallowed your surprised gasp, hell bent on smothering you with every ounce of his affection with sloppy kisses and a tangle of tongue. One hand settled at the nape of your neck anchoring you to him as the other hooked under your thigh, drawing it up to rest at his hip as he pressed deeper between your legs and you whimpered at the roll of his hips against the apex of your thighs.

He broke away from your lips, his forehead pressed flush to your own. Your cheeks were tinged pink, eyes dazed as your lip quivered from the greedy breaths you sucked in. His voice was deeper, huskier and tainted with lust.

“I want you.”

Your own voice was shaky as you replied.

“Then you may have me.”

Your sheer stockings and well pressed skirts were hardly more than heaps of fabric on his floor, pearl buttons of your blouse scattered if not clinging to mere threads. A blind stumble through the house had left a trail of what was easiest to remove. Had it not been for his insistence to do right by you and take you in his bed he was assured he would have bent you over the nearest surface and had his way with you.

He swore deeply to any archon that would listen that he would be the most devout follower should they let him remember your disheveled look in the clearest of details, from the smear of your lipstick and the swollen lips he had indulged himself in to the sweeping curves of your body that he had marred with his teeth which now burned the angry red of ruptured capillaries. His kisses were smothering as his hands explored every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving a trail of chills from his cold fingers. He was a gentleman even in the most dirty of moments, all ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ as he waited for you confirmation as if he was still hesitant to think it anymore than a vivid dream to unclip your bra and lathe his tongue over the delicate flesh beneath, to drag his fingers over the soaked fabric of your panties and press his thumb harshly against that little bud of flesh that made your hips jerk in his grasp.

He was sure the sinful noise that parted your lips the moment he pressed your panties aside and flattened his tongue against your weeping cunt had been permanently seared into his brain right alongside the taste of you. The clamp of your pretty thighs against the side of his head only encouraged his efforts, calloused hands easily prying you open as he tongue teased past your lips and his nose pressed against your clit. Your shaky cries that it was too much fell on deaf ears, your fingers fisting into his hair to pull him off a stark contrast to the way your pretty hips grinded against his face begging for more.

He wasn’t so heartless to stop when he knew what was best for you. It wasn’t like you knew, and the flush on your cheeks as you had so softly admitted to him your intact virginity had him questioning if you had ever pleasured yourself at all. It was his duty now to show you what needed, to strip you of every ounce of purity, to fuck you so good you would never consider another man to be capable.

You could taste yourself on his lips, a bitter combination lost quickly on your mind as he dragged your panties down and pressed his calloused fingers into your cunt. His fingers felt thick and rough as he gave a few experimental pumps into your wet heat before burying them to the knuckle and curling them into your walls, relishing the heady cry that escaped your body as your hips canted into his palm.

“Fuck, baby, so fucking tight.” He groaned into your lips, his fingers scissoring you open as he set a brutal pace to loosen you up, the rough pad of his thumb circling and teasing your clit as the wet sound of your cunt met his ears.

“Wrio, please I-,” You choked out, arms wrapping around his neck as the wave of molten lust that clogged your veins and made your stomach twist so delightfully became unbearable.

“I’ve got you baby.”

His words, low and reassuring in your ear, were the last straw as he fingerfucked you into an orgasm. Your whole body buzzed as you cried out sharply, your face buried into his neck as you came on his fingers, thighs clamped desperately around his hand as your entire body quivered.

Your dearest lover Wriothesley felt safe and warm as he settled over your boneless body, gentle kisses pressing away the tears that had streaked down your cheeks from a pleasure never before indulged in. Any notion of vulnerability or embarrassment had been stripped away, replaced by the simple thought that his fingers seemed to intertwine so perfectly with your own just as his body seemed to slot so perfectly between your legs, as if he were some piece of a puzzle you hadn’t realized you were missing.

It was that sense of utter completion that overwhelmed you as his cockhead teased your entrance, the sense of the intrusion so much you forgot to breathe as your body trembled. You could feel every engorged vein, every ridge that bullied deeper into your cunt with the slow roll of his hips, how heavily he was pressed inside you.

He hissed at the feeling, how tightly you still wrapped around him. His grip on your hips was bruising, a vain attempt to ground himself in the moment of the realization of his most hedonistic desires and the simple truth that you were so much fucking better than he could have ever dreamed.

He fucked you deep and slow, reveling in the little sounds you made only for his ears, the gentle begging of his name in a tone reserved just for him. An exchange of sloppy kisses left your head spinning, his cock nestled deep in your womb, every slow thrust teasing that spongy spot inside that made your walls tighten and your legs quiver.

He was so kind, even as he felt that last of his composure slipping with the breathy whisper pressed to his ear that he could have his way with you. It had to be that look of glowing adoration in your eyes as you stared up at him, body rocking gently with each thrust as he made love to you, but he could be good for you just this once.

Just this once to press a kiss to the inside of your knee as he practically folded you in half. Just this once, to intertwine your fingers as he bottomed out in you with one smooth motion. Just this once to fuck you like he really meant it, to watch your eyes gloss over and tears pool at your lashline. Just this once, yet a thousand times over, another lie he would tell himself as if he wouldn’t pound you into his mattress until you couldn’t walk if you asked for it.

Your fingernails scraped harshly against his skin, your own little desperate cling to reality. You didn’t think it was possible for him to feel any deeper, finding it hard to breathe at the new angle as you were certain he was well into your guts by now. Your mind was utterly blank, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as he fucked you with a new fervor as if to shape your insides to only remember the feeling of him. That heated, gut twisting sensation had rebuilt and teetered dangerously on the brink of collapse just as quickly.

He could tell you were close, your words slurring into an incoherent babble of his name. He could practically feel you tighten around him, willing him to finish you off as he leaned forward.

“That’s my girl, cum for me.”

He kissed you, muffling the sharp whine you released as that familiar heat snapped violently in your gut. The harsh pull of your pussy was too much for him to resist, his hips stuttering as his teeth sank into your lower lip. It was a hot, sticky and overwhelming feeling that rested deep in your womb as he slowly fucked his seed into you, the taste of iron seeping into your mouth.

He looked apologetic as his thumb swiped away the bead of blood forming on the vermillion of your freshly busted lip, but you had no heart to be angry when you met his glowing and tired eyes. There was a tremble to his arms as he effectively collapsed on top of you, trapping you under his weight. Your heartbeat was steady in his ear, your fingers tangling in his mussed hair. You could practically feel his entire body relax under your touch, hear his breathing slow.

“You don’t intend to sleep like this, do you?” You cringed at how hoarse you sounded.

“I’m never opposed to this if it’s with you.” He countered, catching your wrist and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “But I should clean you up.”

It was a hollowing feeling, the loss of his dick that had been seated so firmly within your walls that you subconsciously clenched around nothing. You watched in silent surprise as a trail of fluids weeped from your used cunt and spilled onto the bed, a sense of abject horror striking as you caught the burning gaze of your lover locked onto the sight as well. You clamped your legs shut, shrieking as he easily pried you apart once more, his fingers scooping the viscous liquid back up and pressing it back into your pussy as you hissed at the sensation.

All at once he grabbed your ankles, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed. You propped onto your elbows, staring down his re-hardened cock that lay hot, heavy, and twitching against your hips before flickering up to his flushed cheeks.

“I'm sorry, baby, let me indulge in you just a bit longer.”

Rey, 2023

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin wriothesley #genshin x you

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bleubrri · 1 year

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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ɪᴛ’s ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ! — ᴊᴇᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༄ؘ ˑ contains: best friends → lovers , mutual pining , costumes errywhere , dry humping , m!oral , jean whining n whimpering hehe , reader bein kinda bossy >:7 , black coded!fem!reader , vaginal sex , creampie [ maybe more idk bro it’s 3am @_@ ]

༄ؘ ˑ wc: SIGH 4k :/

༄ؘ ˑ a/n: this is for the if you really think that you can stomach me collab by the light of my life @strawberrystepmom !! i wanted to post it in october but i’m useless so forgive me T^T lil talk about protection in there—communication is sexc!! also pls use condoms + practice safe sex xoxo

"these are all awful." you whine, sitting against jeans headboard and scrolling through his 'costume ideas' pinterest board.

he’s got his head underneath the desk, trying to fish out the mario kart disc thats fallen down the back, so his response is muffled. "they’re the most popular ones from the last decade!"

"jean, i am not wearing any of these."

he shuffles back out, dust covered disc in hand and pouting down at you. "there isn't one that you like?"

"not remotely."

"you’re being picky." he says, slotting the disc into the console and tossing you the player 1 controller.

"i’m being honest." you mutter, scrolling past a particularly awful rendition of a cops & robbers costume. he flops onto the bed and rests his head on your shoulder, peeking at the screen.

"y'know I worked really hard cultivating this. hours of research and painstaking decisi—hey!" his head knocks against the headboard when you yank yourself from under his weight.

"you're so annoying.." you mutter, navigating the homescreen and selecting grand prix. the character and course selection are accompanied with jeans babbling (we’ve gotta pick a good one—the standards are high! maybe i should just pick and force a decision on you—) that earns him unconvinced grunts and looks of skepticism.

the subject gets temporarily lost in the chaos that naturally ensues when jean selects rainbow road, 3 minutes of screaming and curses and shuffling onto your knees to get a better vantage point. it isn’t until the final lap when your item box is shuffling that you pipe up, “i guess we don’t have to do something matching..”

jean almost veers off of the track.

he frowns, glancing at your profile as he tries to maintain his first place spot. “…what?” he says. you’ve always dressed up together. since you were kids halloween had been your guys’ favourite holiday, and yet here you were suggesting that you break a years long (albeit unofficial) october tradition.

“i mean we could just go as separate things? if that makes it easier.” and it seems like appropriate timing when you unleash a blue shell and obliterate jeans universe.

you’re glowing, shrieking in triumph as you pass the finish line and leave jean in the dust. he watches your characters parade around the winners podium with a clenched jaw and sinking feeling.

“sure.” he agrees, tight lipped smile making you pause. you didn’t really expect him to agree—you’d only suggested it in case he had a particular costume that he was set on wearing. jean had always been the one to pick your costumes, you just went along with it, and always ending up looking decent so you couldn’t complain. he was always more into the whole idea of dressing up anyway. but you hadn’t really anticipated him ditching your thing in order to.. what, impress some new college friends?

you blink at him, a protest like the cork of a wine bottle, stuck in your throat and threatening to choke you. “cool.” you manage, “just.. let me know what you’re going as, yeah?”

“tryna scope out the competition?”

you give him a good natured shove, rolling your eyes as a smile fights it’s way across your face.

something like that, you think.

this was a bad fucking idea.

as the rhythmic percussion from the speakers gets close enough to rattle your bones, it starts to set in that jean was right. people have taken their costumes really fucking seriously. there are a few token stragglers: eren, in a hoodie and a purge mask and a short, raven haired senior with faux fangs and devil horns. but for the most part all you can see is elaborate sfx gore, girls in animal ears and enough fabric to border on public indecency. and everyone looks great.

you feel pathetic, turning up in a matching costume unbeknownst to your best friend. what if he’s mad? you’d gone from feeling somewhat pretty to utterly mortified in the span of a tacky monster mash-grime remix. your internal debate of whether to bolt back down the road and uber home is interrupted by connie (gruesomely accurate stitches and foam kitchen knife complementing his chucky outfit) who tackles you in a bear hug that reeks of tequila.

“y’look great!” he slurs, clinging to you for so long that he starts swaying.

stifling a laugh, you detach from him and start guiding him back inside. “thanks con, you too.” you shout over the music.

after successfully delivering connie to mikasa (in a very expensive looking black swan costume) you start to navigate the crowd in an attempt to find something to drink.

jean had been developing a steady buzz in the hour or so that he’d been here. he wasn’t having fun. you’d rejected his offer of a ride and for some reason it had given him the urge to drink his blood volume in vodka cokes. he’d made pretty good headway so far, drowning out the compliments on his frankenstein costume with deep gulps from his glass. it felt weird, not having your complimentary figure beside him to admire all night.

somewhere between the fourth beer and third shot of rum he decided that he was mad at you. but it had dissipated pretty quickly—he was refilling his glass when he caught a glimpse of you.

connie was half-slung over your shoulder (gripping you awfully tight and saying something into your ear that has jeans teeth grinding together) but he could still clearly see the monikers of your costume. white streaks in your hair. blackened stitches along your jaw that mirror his own. jean feels the air get punched from his lungs when his eyes scan over your dress. the sheer, pale fabric practically glowing in the dim lighting. there’s a white corset that hugs your waist and follows the curve of your hips that jean can’t seem to tear his gaze from. the whole ensemble.. it’s hauntingly beautiful. you’re beautiful.

jean swallows down a forbidden feeling that claws at his ribcage, tears at the flesh of his throat in its frenzied attempt to escape.

he bolts down the hall to connie’s room, shouldering past vague acquaintances and slipping into his friends bathroom. the white knuckle grip that he has on the sink isn’t doing much to help ground him. his heart hammering in his chest and his head spinning unfortunately isn’t entirely the alcohols fault. scooping some cold water into his cupped hand, jean gulps it down and tries to cool the heat painting his cheeks and swirling in his gut.

bride of fucking frankenstein. is that why you’d asked what he was dressing up as? he groans, pressing the chilled tips of his fingers into his temple, mindful of the black face-paint stitches adorning his forehead. jean has spent almost 2 decades carefully steering you towards costumes that were safe—cute and perfect for the best of friends. jean has long since had his grand epiphany, long since resigned himself to keeping it all to himself, long since mourned the loss of what might have been. but he cannot risk a lifelong friendship with you on a gamble of ifs and maybes. so he straightens his jacket, plasters on his brightest smile and heads straight for you.

“well well well.” he drawls, coming up behind you as you’re mixing a drink. the sound of his voice has you sucking in a breath and turning to him with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“couldn’t help yourself, huh? guess you’re just obsessed with me.”

you grin, glad that he seems like the jean you know and love. “please, this was a last minute ditch effort.” you shoot back, “i just couldn’t find anything else that looked okay!”

“ohh of course. forgive my wildly inaccurate assumption then.”

you chuckle, handing him a drink as you pour yourself another. “seriously though, dyou hate it?”

jean frowns over the rim of his cup, taking in your doe eyes and vulnerable expression that point to you being serious. “hate it? what would i hate it?”

“i don’t know.. you wanted to dress up alone this year so.. i thought you might be disappointed.” he stares at you blankly, cup hovering away from his lips. he’s got such pretty lips, you’ve always thought so. it would be.. weird to tell him that, right? though it’s probably weird how hard you’re staring at them right now and—oh god you’re staring.

“you wanted to dress up alone!” he says, confused.

“wh—i didn’t! i suggested it for you but.. i love our couples costumes.” you give him that shy smile that he adores and jean feels his insides turn to jelly. you have to know what you’re doing. you’ve baited him—hook, line and sinker and like the lovesick little guppy that he is he’s latched on and being stripped of oxygen.

“couples costumes?” he breaths.

“yeah i mean, we’re kind of like a couple.” you shrug, and jean almost faints. “we do everything together.” oh god, you need to shut the fuck up before you ruin everything. before he calls you out for overstepping and—

a whirlwind of colour that takes the form of sasha in a willy wonka costume (complete with crumpled wrappers spilling from her pockets) is suddenly ushering you both towards your group of friends before jean can respond and you can apologise. she pushes you down into the circle that’s forming, empty bottle of corona sitting menacingly in the centre.

jean groans, running a hand through his hair in a way that you can’t look at for too long or you might do something you’ll regret.

“what’re we? 16?” sasha just sticks her tongue out and slots down between macro and an on-the-verge-of-passing-out connie.

the games a hybrid—spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven, with people bending over the circle for a peck on the lips while the current 2 victims occupy the storage closet at the end of the hall. you find your eyes are focused on the fascinating items on the shopping list stuck to the fridge as jean locks lips with a pretty little blonde girl—hitch, you’re pretty sure. you don’t notice the glares that your best friend sporadically shoots in reiners direction when the bulky blonde kisses you for a little longer than necessary, earning whoops and cheers from your giddy friends. when the flick of erens wrist dictates that you and jean are next for the closet, the whole group groans.

“what?” floch says, clearly confused as to your apparent reputation.

“these are the worst.” mikasa deadpans, earning a playful shove from you.

“we are not!”

“what, they fuck super loud or something?” floch asks. jeans cheeks are reddening at the implication.

“hardly.” connie mumbles, suddenly following the conversation. “last time they were in there forever, found ‘em passed out after watchin’ a movie on his phone.”

you smile, pushing yourself up and extending a hand to jean. “i’m thinking insidious 2? maybe the conjuring?”

“stop. you know hocus pocus is more my speed.” he matches your smirk and laces your hands together, your friends’ booing accompanying you down the hall as you make your way to the closet.

you’re both settled on the floor, backs against the shelves and scrolling through jeans phone to find a movie. it’s dark, the only light coming from the small screen, but he can still see the outline of your figure in his peripherals, pressed up against him with your head on his shoulder, where it belongs.

“hey.” he finds himself blurting out. it’s the familiarity, the closeness that’s loosening his lips and making his iron resolve crumble.

“hey.” you smile up at him, and as he skims over your face, long lashes swept with mascara, pointed brows and lips sculpted with a dark crimson that almost looks black, jean has the startling urge to confess that he’s hopelessly, desperately in love with you.

“did you mean it? before..”

“what?”

“that we’re like a couple.” he presses.

“oh, i—” theres an apology on the tip of your tongue that somehow morphs under the intensity of his gaze, warm eyes piercing even in the low light. “i mean, we are, aren’t we? strangers always think we’re together. we’re just not, ah.. intimate like a couple.”

jeans ears are ringing. what might have been is beginning to look like what could be, what’s right at his fingertips.

“do you want to be?” it’s barely a whisper, his face so close to yours that when he swipes over his lips you can feel the heat from his tongue. your gaze flickers down, glued to his lips, and without a second thought you find yourself nodding.

“are you sure?” this time, he’s so close that you can feel the syllables against your lips.

“kiss me.”

and jean does not need to be told twice.

it’s a chaste thing, a sweet thing. just skin against skin. you both share a sigh against eachother and it’s filled with so much relief, so much longing that it’s only natural for his hands to make their way to your cheeks, coaxing your head back as his tongue starts to lick into your mouth.

wet smacking and heavy breaths are fogging the space of the closet as your hands curl around his wrists. jeans hands cup your jaw, a breathy chuckle bubbling up when he rests his forehead against yours. it’s so infectious that you find yourself giggling along with him, mirroring the shapes he traces into you on his pulsepoints.

“you have no idea.” jean finds himself mumbling between slow savours of your lips. “god, you drive me crazy.” and you do. he thinks he can feel his fucking brain chemistry altering with every brush of your tongue against his own.

it’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the desire pooling between your legs at the feeling of your best friend cradling your face like you’re made of glass and kissing you until you’re dizzy. your limbs feel phantom as you slowly push him against the shelves, your thighs finding purchase surrounding his long legs and hands slipping into his hair. his phone is still on somewhere, cool-blue light casting shadows over your figure. even straddling him, you’re only marginally taller, but jean loves it, your pretty face there for him to behold and your tits squished against the confines of your corset at the perfect level to latch onto. your cleavage being on display is more of an obvious byproduct of having breasts as apposed to a purposeful attempt at being alluring, but jean thanks whatever deity is looking over him and happily sucks a trail of bruises into the soft skin before him. he can feel your breathing increasing with every graze of his teeth, every violet mark etched into your skin. and when he delivers a particularly harsh nip, your thighs clenching around him and your grip on his nape tightening, jean thinks he has to be ascending.

the tent in his pants is considerable, poking into your core even through the whispy layers of your dress. large hands have settled on your waist when you start to rock in his lap, a sputtering groan spilling into your chest as his dick twitches in anticipation.

“fuck, jean—i need you.”

he’s frantic, bunching up your dress to expose your bare thighs and dampened panties. he perches you over his dick, stifling a moan from the pulsing heat of your cunt radiating against his bulge. the movements of your hips are aided by warm hands settled on them, grinding you against his cock as you gasp and moan at the friction. he almost whines in response, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. “don’t—oh shit—don’t have a condom.”

he can’t form a sentence, let alone a coherent thought. but like the angel that you are, you do it for him, tug his face back from where it’s buried in your neck, smiling fondly at his lidded eyes and parted lips. “i mean, i’m clean. and.. on birth control.” you whisper, as if he wasn’t nursing you day and night after your IUD appointment. tucking a strand of hair behind the reddened tip of his ear, you press your lips to the stubble that peppers his jaw. it’s rough, mildly grating in a way that brings heat to the surface of your skin and has you wondering how it would feel against your inner thighs. “and i trust you.” you smile.

a confession is dangerously close to bursting from his chest. jean might as well just plunge a fist through flesh and bone, part his ribcage and present his beating heart to you. he would do it, if you asked.

“fuck, are you sure?” he’s blindly scrambling for his phone. “i—i’m clean and everything but are you sure?” and suddenly the screen is being lit up in front of you with goddamn test results. you laugh, because it’s so sweet and so jean—giving you peace of mind despite your assurances, checking in on you again and again because he cares. you pull up your own recent results and present it to him, his eyes barely flicking over it before his gaze is relocked with yours. you chuck your phone to the side, palming his bulge in languid strokes with your free hand and shuffling down the length of his legs. “never been more sure of anything.”

jeans so hopped up on endorphins, on the taste of you and the arousal searing his skin that he hardly notices you flicking the clasp of his belt buckle. he’s shook from his stupor when he feels the cool air hit his dick, tip shiny with so much precum that its started to drip down to his balls. you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the slight curve of his shaft, the bulbous head and mushroom tip, the length of it has your eyes wide and mouth pooling with saliva. you delight in the way his cock twitches and he shivers when you blow against his wet slit. and when you wrap a hand at his base, immediately pumping him with slickened strokes, he reels, arching into your touch and slamming a hand over his mouth to muffle his groans.

oh god, oh god you’re gonna ruin him, thumbing his slit and squeezing his cockhead until he’s leaking into your hand and planning your honeymoon. pink darts from between your teeth and you press the flat of your tongue against him, salty liquid bursting across your tastebuds that has you humming and taking the tip of his dick into the wet heat of your mouth. jeans nails are digging bloody crescents into the skin of his palm as he tries to hold back the sounds of his pleasure, but when you suckle on his slit and swirl your fucking tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, jean feels his balls tighten and flames ignite under his skin.

“shit—shitshitshit wait!” and you’re pulling off of him with a lewd pop and a ditzy smile. there’s a string of saliva and pre that tethers him to your lips and jean doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful.

“god you’re so..” jeans panting, scouring his lust-dipped brain for a word that does you justice. his reaction has you preening, dragging down your panties and pecking his lips with a grin. “so’re you.”

your thighs return to their place around his hips, the bare heat of your sexes mingling when you press your clit into the underside of his shaft from its place against his stomach. jeans hands are guiding your mouth to reconnect with his, desire clawing at his chest. “let me taste you.” he breaths.

your pussy flutters at his request, baritone syllables making more slick ooze from your slit. “as much as i would love that,” you link your hands around his broad shoulders, pressing your weight into your knees to position his cock over your dripping entrance. you can see the beginnings of a protest shaping his pretty lips that you’re quick to silence, “i want you to cum.” and when his dick is enveloped with hot, wet softness, jean can’t do anything but gasp.

while the tightness of your cunt is threatening to milk him dry, he knows this can’t exactly be comfortable for you, the wetness of your shared arousal doing little to compensate for the lack of prep. gentle rolls of his hips accompany soft words and presses of his lips to the trail of bruises along your chest. “shh, you’re okay. it’s just me, just focus on me.”

slippery circles are pressed into your clit that have you relaxing under his touch and clenching around his cock simultaneously. “look how good you’re doing, baby.” he whipers, your hazy eyes blinking down to where you’re connected. you haven’t taken all of him, though he doesn’t seem to mind, his thrusts picking up and settling into a pace that has your toes curling. one of your hands slips from around his neck in a stubborn blur. he has to cum first. jean does more for you than he probably realises, doting on you like the angel that he is. they’ll be time for more later. but he has to have the first. your fingers trail the soft skin of his sac, nails grazing the cropped hair at his base that has him shuddering beneath you. you can almost feel his load churning under your touch when you roll the heavy weight of his balls between your fingertips.

electricity is sparking between you—it’s under your skin and in your gut and tethering the beating muscles in your chests.

“i—have wanted you—” his words are choked, impending orgasm a breath away, “—for so fucking long. i fucking—i love you. i’m so fucking in love with you.” his confession comes as he does, searing heat from his release coating your insides and splashing through the depths of your cunt. your foreheads are pressed together as you gasp and whisper against his lips, jeans hips fucking his load into you as he helps you chase your own high.

“i love you. always have.” it’s a little slurred, a little breathy. but when jean feels your pussy squeezing him in a vice, slick sounds of arousal bouncing off of the dark walls of the closet, he doesn’t think it could be any more fucking perfect.

reiner has his tongue shoved down bertls throat when you both emerge, blinking at the harsh light. the group doesn’t even give you a second look, at first. when reiner pulls back, leaving the brunet with pink cheeks and wide eyes, jean is the one to clear his throat and direct their attention to your disheveled figures.

“we’re, uh, we’re gonna head out.”

your hands are intertwined. which isn’t a foreign feeling at all, though his cum dripping down your thighs is certainly new.

“no fucking way.” connie seems to have sobered up exponentially, eyeing your mess of hickeys, wrinkled clothes and jeans wild hair.

“i’ll be damned.” erens smirking with his brows raised as you manoeuvre the little crowd and head for the door. throwing a quick wave over your shoulder, you flash a sheepish smile to your friends, stumbling out a goodbye as jean tugs you out the door.

“uh, happy halloween guys!”

as soon as the door slams jeans pulling you in for a kiss. his lips are quickly becoming your favourite thing so you are not complaining, looping your arms round his waist to pull him further into your orbit.

“so.” you muse, “what’re we now? like.. fuck buddies?” you joke.

jean thinks on it, dramatically squinting his eyes and humming in thought. “i’d prefer the term smash bros.”

the look of disgust that colours your face as you shove him away and head down the street has laughter bubbling in his chest and his hands pulling you flush against his chest.

“you’re so stupid.” you pout, barely masking your adorable smile. “can’t believe i slept with you. can’t believe im in love with you.” you’re teasing him, taking his lips for yourself and giggling against him. but if he’s being completely honest with himself, jean can’t fucking believe it either.

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 8 months

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Absolutely you should add smut were all whores here

"Hooked"

Sorry been really busy and I am still very busy and ai hate it so much cause I don't have the energy to write anymore after a shit ton of work and sleepless nights just to meet the deadline. Anyways, I will try to do the requests, enjoy ✌️

Hope you lot understand, sorry. 😔

Warning: smut (you already know)

Idk what is in here cause I didn't proof read, hope the wait was worth it tho? Don't come at me, I just wanted to get a fic out cause I've been dry the last few weeks. Enjoy ✌️

I always noticed Arthur's brother, Charles, would always stare at me when he gets the chance, especially when visiting tutur at the f2 paddock. He wasn't really like this back then, but then again, I had a massive glow up, my ass is big, hair fluffy, face of an angel, and body sculpted by the Gods to be perfect for any man. During our earlier days, Charles never reqlly paid me any attention, apart from the occasional hi and hello, nothing. He would just walk past without even a glance. But now, it seemed that every chance he got, he would stare at me and sometimes bite his bottom lip and give me those "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you beg me to stop" eyes.

Like right now, I feel a pair of eyes burning through the back of my head as I walked with Arthur to the ferrari hospitality. Without looking back I already knew who it is, and being the brat I am, I decided to be a little shit and put on a show. Accidentally dropping my wallet as I pulled it out of the pocket of my jeans that hugs my ass way too tight. Making sure I bend over more than required to get the wallet, and continue walking as if nothing happened.

—

After Arthur won his first race of the season, I couldn't contain my excitement, I jumped on him my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck and giving him little kisses on his cheeks.

"Oh my god, I'm so proud of you tutur."

I basically shouted at him so he could hear me over the noise of his team celebrating.

"Merci, couldn't done it without you flaunting your ass at my brother the whole day."

He said with a laugh as he urged me to get off him. He looked behind me and smacked my ass and laughing harder as I let out a small squeak.

"Looks like someone wants to celebrate with you."

He said close to my ear as he turned me around only to be met by Charles gaze that had a glint of something. I looked up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hi."

I said as I turned back around.

"I will spoon feed you your own shit."

I said to Arthur, trying to sound menacing but he just laughed.

"Arturooo!"

Charles said as he hugged Arthur.

"Can I borrow y/n for a moment?"

"Hehe just return him before the party."

"Of course."

"Huh? D-don't I get a say in this??"

I asked confused as Arthur just laughed as Charles dragged me somewhere.

"W-where are we going? And what exactly d-do you need me for?"

I asked nervously as his gripped tightened.

"I had a shitty race unlike Arthur, and I need you to help me with it."

He said nonchalantly as we arrived at his motor home, he pushed me in before getting in himself, he locked the door.

"A-and h-how wou-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as he pulled me to him and attached his lips to mine, kissing desperately as if it was his last day on earth. He pushed me against the door his hands tapped my thighs, urging me to jump. I obeyed and jumped, his strong arms holding me up as my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands that were feelings his biceps now pulling at his hair and clawing on his back, drawing groans from him. Biting and licking my bottom lip his gripped tightened on my thighs causing me to moan against his lips. His tounge entering my mouth with no warning, our tounges now dancing a ballad of groans and moans. Our kiss getting more desperate and sloppy by the second due to the lack of oxygen catching up to us. We pulled from each other, foreheads resting against the other and thin string of saliva attaching our lips.

"Let's go to my hotel room, it's better."

He said between heavy breathed as he put me down, but I leaned on him heavily almost falling as my legs seemingly turn to jelly.

"I didn't know you liked me?"

I asked surprised.

"You're the only outlet available."

He said with a laugh.

"But you might just be the best one yet."

—

As we arrived in his hotel room, he locked the door and put the do not disturb sign on the outside knob.

"What n-"

He attacked my lips again before I could finish my sentence.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy and listen and do everything I tell you."

He said as he pulled back, his hands on my cheeks.

"O-okay."

"Good, now get on the bed and undress for me."

I obeyed, getting on the bed and undressing 'til I'm naked.

"You were always my favourite, y/n."

"Huh?"

"Among all of Arthur's friends, you were always my favourite, did you know that?"

He asked as he got on top of me now only in his boxers. He body looked heavenly, his abs, his biceps, everything made me want to go feral. To lick his muscles after a gym session or after racing, to taste the saltiness of his sweat against tounge. To see him breathing heavily as he looks at me with tired eyes, to hear him say my name in a breathy whisper.

My thoughts got cut off by his mouth on my neck, kissing, biting and licking, leaving marks.

"I always thought you'd taste good. Addicting."

He mumbled against my neck, as his actions became rougher I began to squirm, trying to push him off, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"Ngh~ mhmmm~ no, s-stop. Please."

"I would stop, amour, but your moans decieve you. Do you really want me to stop?"

He asked as he began to pull away but not before biting hard.

"Mmm~ ngha n-no."

I said as my squirming slowed down, missing his mouth on my neck, missing his bites I pulled at his neck.

"You can try all you want, you won't win, y/n."

He said is a breathy voice as he continued to resist my pull.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He whisper against my ear as he bit it.

"Y-yes."

"Good boy."

He began to remove his boxers, I looked down excited to see what I would need to fit in. My eyes widened and I let out an involuntary moan as I saw his size. Very thick, with prominent veins and atleast 9 inches.

"Y-you're gonna kill me."

I said, now afraid of what would happen once the behemoth is burried in me.

"You can take it, and you will."

He said with a laugh as he spread my legs even more and grabbing the lube from the bedside drawer. He covered his fingers with the lube and putting one in me slowly, drawing moans from me. A second one went in and he started scissoring, the burning sensation slowly disappearing as he put in a third.

"Please, n-need you."

I said sounding desperate with my eyes closed and biting my lip.

"Are you sure?"

He asked sounding worried.

"Y-yes, f-fuck me, please."

I said as I began to squirm.

"Fine."

He covered his cock in obscene amounts of lube, hopefully enough. He got on top of me as he lined his cock with my hole, the head slowly going him, the burning, stretching sensation coming back worse. My hands fly to his back, pulling him to lay on me and clawing at him. He groaned as he felt the pain on his back and he slowly went deeper, we were both our of breathe now and he wasn't even half in.

"F-fuck, my self controll is not that strong, I'm seconds away from just fuck, just slamming into you."

He said against my ear, hot breathes fanning over.

"I-i-i don't m-mmmind."

I said with a chuckled as my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in further.

"You m-make me lose myself. Fuck"

He slammed into me without any more warning, I scream at the top of my lungs. He groaned as my clawing got more erratic, I felt something sticky on my fingers as I continued clawing. His groans became more frequent as he pulled back slowly and ramming back in.

"F-fuck, ngha."

He groaned as he bit my neck hard, leaving bite marks.

"P-please, f-fuck."

I couldn't finish a sentence nor a single thought as my mind short malfunctioned. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and he stayed still for a bit, catching his breath.

"You okay?"

He whispered in my ear.

"Mmmngh"

"I'll say, you're fine then."

He said with a laugh as he started to pull out, and go back in slowly. Slowly gaining more force and speed until he was just ramming into me, the bed squeaking after every thrust. He head burried in my neck, biting and leaving my, his hands exploring the sides of my body. My hands still clawing at his back, earning a groawn each time. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I don't w-we can make it f-for Arthur's p-party."

He said with a breathy chuckle as his assault on my ass did not ease a bit.

"Mmngg mmm ngh"

I could not form coherent words or anything, my mind completely blank apart from him, the feeling of him, the taste of him every about him. My body is tired, but he doesn't seem the least bit tired.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum."

He groans as his pace became more erratic, sweat dropping from his hair onto the sheets as he bit my neck, earning a moan from me. Our bodies sliding past the other. His hair sticking to his forehead, his back now slippery, my hands slide down, struggling to hold on. He let out small hisses of pain, due to the sweat coming in contact with the marks on his back.

"F-fuuuck"

He came deep inside me, burrying his face on my neck and biting roughly, with the last amount of energy I had left, my body began squirming trying to push him away, but he was much stronger he held my hands down and grinded his him against my, drawing out the pleasure. I felt his cum dripping out of my hole while he's still inside. By this time I already came more than 4 times, the feel of his cock pulsing inside me brought me unfathomable amounts of pleasure, knowing I'm the one he's with the one he's fucking.

"We need to do this again."

"Mmm"

"You do know, when I said again, I mean right now, right?"

He said with a laugh as his cock stayed hard inside me, after a few seconds he began to move again. Starting slow, my mind numb and body tired I couldn't do anything but let him, as he continued biting and licking my neck, my hand going up to his hair and stroking it.

"Y-you can say no if you don't want to anymore."

I don't what came over me, but my energy suddenyl came back after his words.

"You won't last as long as me, Leclerc."

I pushed him off me and made him lay on the bed as I began to ride him.

"You can try, but you won't succeed."

I said as I leaned down and made my marks on him.

"We both know, you just want to fuck me, but I'll have you hooked."

Idk what I wrote, cause half of this shit didnt get save so I had to rewrite, hope you enjoyed it ✌️

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dr4kenlvr · 2 years

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕. 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 <𝟑

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (1.1k+)

nana's note/cw: i just think having your first kiss with draken would be like getting a glimpse of heaven but idk that's just my opinion—cw: plot-based manga spoilers in chifuyu's, mentions of eating in baji's! enjoy my loves hehehe <3

part 2 here!! ^^

credit for the prompts to op with this post! (except for mikey's! i made that one hehe) edit: seems the post got deleted? however prompts still belong to that blog!

MIKEY + "well if you keep doing that, i don't need anymore sweets."

mikey grumbles at the empty fridge cabinet, which he designated to store all his treats. chowing down the final bite of his last taiyaki, mikey turns to you with a pout. "i thought i told emma to get me some more the other day," he says with an adorably angry expression. you giggle at his fuss, stepping forward to wipe a crumb off the corner of his mouth. he looked so cute like this; messy hair, oversized pajamas, and soft pink lips just begging you for attention. mikey lets you touch him as you please, smiling at you playfully as he leans his back against the counter. you rest a palm on his cheek, and he nuzzles himself into your hand. then, you throw all doubt out the window to lean in slowly, and kiss him—a kiss so hesistant, careful and soft, that mikey needs to guide his hand up your neck to push you further onto him. as you indulge yourself in mikey's lips, you decide he tastes like strawberry cream and smile to yourself pleasantly. when you two release for air, mikey whispers against your lips: "well if you keep doing that, i don't need anymore sweets."

DRAKEN + "do that again."

the cushion of your couch sinks under the weight of your boyfriend's body. draken lays on his back, with his head resting on your lap, eyes shutting immediately. he had a long day at the shop, and you were determined to give him a relaxful night ahead. undoing his braid, you ran your fingers through his blonde locks tenderly, earning you a blissful groan from the man below you. his hand slowly reaches back and grips your thigh with a grateful squeeze, before sliding down to rest on your knee. your entire body flushes, you never ceased to react from his touches. continuing your ministration on his head, you carry your wispy touches to his face; running your fingers gently over his forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. draken doesn't make a single noise or move at all—not even when he feels you lean down over him, and your lips hovering above his own. you kiss him, and feel his body’s slight tense of shock, before he melts against you like putty in your arms. despite it being the first time, you two move in perfect unison. you pull back for air, but it's not long before draken grabs you by the sides of your face, and tells you to "do that again."—and how could you say no?

BAJI + "you're the best first kiss i've ever had.. not that i have much to compare to."

"oh man, that smells fucking good!" baji cheers, mixing up the yakisoba noodles in the two bowls for you and him. you hum in agreement, feeling your stomach growl at the thought of devouring it all. "you always make packaged food look so delicious, kei’." you tease, giggling at his half-assed glare. his jutted pout looked so adorable, you couldn't help but hug him from behind and squeeze his torso lightly, much to his (also, half-assed) protests. as your boyfriend continues his preparations, you admire just how handsome he was. the sun's afternoon glow through the open window kissed him gracefully, allowing you to stare at the sharp contours and highlights of his face. he had his hair tied up just the way you liked it, and you felt the strings at your heart pull when he looked down at you. "what's u—?" he starts, but you push up on your feet to meet your lips with his', and—although quick—it was perfect. internally, it felt like you had finally untied the strings that made your heart ache so dearly around him. you couldn't help but feel a little nervous at his shocked expression, before it softens into a lovesick grin. "you're the best first kiss i've ever had.. not that i have much to compare to." he says, chuckling at his words but reconfirming them when he leans down for another peck. and another.

CHIFUYU + "...oh god, can we try that again?"

the doorbell rang, signalling that chifuyu's huge order had finally arrived to his front step: 25 boxes of the gang's 'thousand winters' tees. you, who had nothing else to do this afternoon, offered your help—to which your boyfriend graciously accepted with an estatic grin. for the past hour, the two of you have been carrying in box after box (with well-needed breaks; you guys didn't expect this to be as tiring as it was), until each one was properly stacked atop one another—except for one. as you bent down to carry it off with the rest, chifuyu spun around holding the shirt with a blissful grin at his purchase, only to trip his foot against the side and fall face forward towards you. "c-chifuyu!" you scram to catch his body, until you feel the impact of his lips smush against your's. chifuyu's eyes widen at the situation, before he pushes himself off of you and begins profusely apologizing. "oh my god-shit! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean it!" he spills, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the taste of your lip balm and decides fuck it: "...oh god, can we try that again?" you laugh, and nod, before leaning into give him a coordinated second kiss.

MITSUYA + "we can take things slow."

mitsuya shuts the door to mana and luna's room with a quiet click, "they're fast asleep, love." he whispers to you and you smile with a nod. the two of you then make your way down the steps of his home, being sure to not be so loud. the clock reads 9:38 PM and you begin to set up a random film while mitsuya took care of the snacks and drinks. making his way over to your little set up, mitsuya grins at the fluffy blankets and excessive amounts of pillows you've gathered. with no plans to sleep in his bedroom, you and mitsuya got comfortable against one another—his left arm wrapped around your shoulder with a big bowl of popcorn on your lap, and pressed play. now 40 minutes in, your focus shifts from the characters on-screen to the constant feeling of mitsuya's palms on your hips. you still at every slight movement of his fingers, and your heartbeat pounds in sync with his breathing behind you—it seems mitsuya's focus is not on the movie, either. you crane your head behind you, gasping when you meet his face only mere inches from your own. his eyes flicker to your lips, and you find yourself mirroring his action. he leans in ever so slowly, lips grazing against yours when he mutters, "we can take things slow, okay?" you nod once, barely registering his words when your desires take over and push yourself onto him. mitsuya smiles into the kiss, hands roaming and only spreading more warmth around you and the now-forgotten film.

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jamimix · 2 years

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I JUST READ "His Daily Need" AND THE DETAIL OMG- I WAS FIGHTING THE URGE TO REQUEST THIS AND IDK IF UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN FEEL FREE TO IGNORE‼️‼️‼️😋😋😋

tighnari (if u write for him) x reader? where the reader gets stuck in vines w tighnari, and they make out? (optional) until one of the forest watchers/rangers idk what its called catches them?

ALSO U GAINED A NEW FOLLOWER 😋

Forest Vines

Sorry it took long. I couldn't stop procrastinating and the 3.1 livestream didn't help 😅 I wanted to write the optional part but I suddenly felt mortified just thinking about it (2nd-hand embarrassment iasdnisidnsd) so I tweaked it a bit. Hope that's okay?

Also, thank you @itsxenanotsena for helping me write some parts hehe

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One of the rules of being a Forest Ranger is to always be mindful of your surroundings. Tighnari has been drilling this in your head, even before when you weren't even one of them yet. And with the surge of Withering regions popping up, it was inevitable that he'd be adamant for you to do so. Unfortunately for him, you're never one to follow rules.

"Now, be careful. This area was just recently cleared of the Withering yesterday. I don't want you touching anything and then having me to save your butt again. Understood?"

You nodded at Tighnari's words, giving him an innocent smile which he returned with a defeated sigh, thinking that you probably didn't listen to a word he just said. You did listen, but it's just so fun seeing him riled up.

"Well, let's get moving you big lummox."

So why exactly are you two exploring it despite the possible danger? Simply because it's one of your duties. Just because you knew how dangerous it could be, doesn't mean that the others do. The goal was to survey the area, note if it has anything weird, dangerous, or harmful in it, if the place needed to be closed off, and see if there's any unfortunate souls that waltzed in and needs saving. Speaking of weird stuff...

"Hey, Tighnari. Is it normal for vines to move like that?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Turning around, he sees what you mean. A series of hanging vines swaying quite aggressively despite the lack of strong wind passing by. They look quite healthy with how green and thick they are. The urge to touch them swells in you. However, before you could even make a move, you were lead away by the a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Stay here while I look into it." He says, eyes fixed on the vines. You didn't say a word, more curious at what he'll do than your discovery. You watched as he came closer to it, his ears twitching cutely in curiosity, head tilted as he's inspecting it so thoroughly with his eyes. All is well until you see his hand reach up and touching one, breaking the one rule he gave earlier.

Almost instantly, the vines jumped and wrapped around him, not giving the two of you to react anything other than a yelp, before stringing him up like a piñata.

It was quiet for a moment, the realization still sinking in, before you burst out laughing while Tighnari's face turned red, flustered and embarrassed, with his ears folded back. He then glared at you, though it wasn't effective seeing his current situation.

He tried to free himself, but moving seems to make it tangle him up even more, and for some reason, he couldn't use his dendro vision, as if the vines has the capability of making it useless.

"(Y/n), take me down from here."

"Oh? No please and thank you? And didn't you tell me not to touch anything?"

Despite your words, you drew closer, inspecting the vines, and thinking of how you could help him out. Thankfully, it didn't bring him up too high, just enough that his cute pouty face still reaches yours.

The vines itself didn't have anything to explain why it's like that, but a quick look on your surroundings, you see a Sumeru Rose glowing oh so brightly, an indication that there's a dangerous level of Leyline activity in the area. You lit up, already knowing how to deal with it.

Seeing the recognition in your face, Tighnari tried to look at what you were staring at. Too bad for him, his slight movement caused a vine to get activated and somehow made it to slap him painfully at the back of his head, forcing him to face back.

"Motherfu-"

He bit his lip to stop himself from cursing, eyes going back to you who's obviously enjoying his predicament. You could just let him off but-

"I kinda like seeing you like this." Smiling, you reached up, carefully avoiding touching any of the vines, placing your hands on his cheeks, cradling it gently, drawing little circles with your thumbs. You watch amused as his pupils dilate, before he tried shaking it off, trying to stay focused.

"I know you're kinky, but can you please keep it in the bedroom? We have to-to..."

His words trailed off as he sees your gaze go down towards his lips, his breathe then hitching, tail unconsciously wagging. And the smirk of yours didn't help at all. He knows that he should probably stop you, but his rationality flew away the moment you decided to lean in.

Instinctively, his eyes shut close, enjoying the feeling of your lips capturing his own. You gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, the smirk still on your lips as it molded itself onto Tighnari's. A hand went to caress his cheek once more, coaxing him to relax more, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the moment.

‌You went to deepen the kiss, taking a step to be a bit closer, unaware of a vine crawling on the ground like a snake. So you didn't just touch it. You stepped on it.

A squeak escapes you as you get strung up by the vines, body crashing into Tighnari's, eliciting a pained groan from him. Everything went into chaos. Up became down, left became right, and the cycle continued. You had to close your eyes, waiting and hoping for everything to stop moving, not wanting the urge of throwing up to win.

When everything finally settled, you decided to open your eyesm only to find yourself face-to-face with Tighnari who looked so done with life. The vines managed to put your bodies so close to each other that your noses are touching, wrapping the both of you together. Though, his right arm was also somewhat free, seeing as he's now using it to bring his hand into pinching your cheek.

"Are you satisfied?"

He pinched your cheek harder when you gave him a nervous chuckle as a response. But he couldn't stay mad at you. couldn't completely blame you. It was mostly his fault that this happened. With your face so close to his, there's only one thing plaguing his mind right now.

Just as you were about to speak, ready to tell him about the thing earlier, his lips met yours.

'Might as well enjoy this.' You thought as you succumb to the sweet sensation, slightly opening your lips when his tongue asked for an invite.

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Collei grew worried and anxious as you and Tighnari haven't gotten back yet nor have any of you sent news about the situation. It's protocol that, after an hour of no contact, a team will be sent out to retrieve them, which now includes her and two others.

To cover more ground, they decided to split up. And luckily, she didn't have to search much. The anxiousness she felt quickly vanished as she was quick to find the two of you, hanging on vines, resting your heads in each other's shoulder with Tighnari playing with your hair.

‌"Master? (Y/n)? Are you two okay?"

"Ah, Collei!" You greeted her with a smile to which she gave small one back. Tighnari also gave her a quick greeting before giving her instructions on what to do. She chose to ignore how puffy you and her master's lips are, didn't dare ask why you both seem out of breath, already having an inkling idea of what happened. For too many times, she even walked in while in was happening. She unfortunately has grown a bit numbed to it.

"Don't touch any of the vines, unless you want to be stuck here with us. Try using your vision on it. Just don't push yourself too hard if it doesn't work." You shake your head no at his words, making the two of them question why.

‌"No need for that. I saw a Sumeru Rose glowing brightly earlier. Collei could just activate the Purification device you made to deal with the leyline problem. The vines' weird reaction is most probably from it "

‌An irked smile was shown in Tighnari's face, his free hand wrapping around your neck, slightly putting pressure in it. If Collei weren't present, you're sure that he'd try choking you, then and there.

‌"You mean to tell me... that you knew that we could 've gone out of here an hour ago yet you chose to get and stay stuck just cause?"

‌"Oh, hush! You didn't once let me speak, and you enjoyed every second of it too."‌ Collei could only giggle before turning around to do what you told her. It was quick and easy set up. And thankfully, it was as you said.

At long last, you and Tighnari are free from the confines of the vines, and you gave Collei a soft pat on the back as a way to say 'great job!'. She started heading towards the village to report to the other rangers what had happened and you were about to follow when Tighnari grabbed you by the wrist and yanked it.

You felt another hand covering your mouth, and warm breathing on your ear. "Prepare yourself when we get back. I think someone deserves a little punishment for what they did." Tighnari whispered oh so seductively, making you shiver.

He let you go and sent you a satisfied smirk before catching up to Collei to discuss about what happened in the village while he was gone. You were left blushing and flustered, both shocked and excited for Tighnari's 'punishment' for you.

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#tighnari genshin #tighnari x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #reader insert

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echo-echo31 · 5 months

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The Invinciblity of Time | Doctor Who x In Space with Markiplier | Tenth Doctor + Engie

A/N: Idk if I'll do more of these but I know I'm very proud of myself for that title hehe.

Warnings: None :)

“I do love a good spaceship,” The Doctor stated, fully conscious that he was speaking only to himself. It helped, in some ways, to act as though someone was still there. Else all he’d have was his own thoughts, and they were something he’d rather not be trapped with.

The medium-length corridor oozed the stylings of the 51st century. Even the lighting choice - all blues and purples - reminded him of the famous 3D painting of the Medusa Cascade from this period; reprinted and sold for profit as was humanity’s want, so that the pattern appeared in holographic wallpapers and curtains all over several galaxies.

“Ah, but that’s interesting,” He spoke aloud again, his attention caught by the faint glow behind a metal door located at the other end of the corridor. Reaching for his glasses in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he strode quickly up to it. He pressed his hand against the metal, surprised again this time by the temperature of the surface. Instead of coolness, the door burnt almost uncomfortably with a heat that seemed to radiate off it. He was about to speak of the strangeness of this, when the door suddenly slide open to reveal the cause of this heat.

A swirling, chaotic, violent storm of blue blinded him. He could feel the harsh wind sting his face as he stepped back, automatically shielding his eyes. After a second, he looked properly, allowing himself to truly take in the magnificence of the wormhole.

“Oh, but that’s beautiful,”

That’s when the man flew into him.

He was thrown to the floor, back hitting the grated surface as the collision caused the other man to practically slam his head into his chest, flying vertically through the open door.

As soon as the impact had been made, the door slid shut again, and The Doctor had enough time to contemplate several different reasons for this before a groan of pain came from the man dressed in what looked like a boiler suit.

“What the fuck…” He muttered, seeming to be unaware of his current situation until he very quickly scrambled to his feet with a shout.

The Doctor leaned up on his elbows, face contorted with surprise as he properly observed the man. He looked dishevelled but almost as if that were the least of his problems. His red beret indicated some kind of status as a crewmember, but it was covered in some kind of dirt.

“You’re not the Captain,” He stated, voice wary and untrusting.

“No. My name’s The Doctor. I just arrived on board,” he rattled off the usual explanation, noting how the crewmember seemed to already be preoccupied with something else, looking behind him as though he were ready for something to attack from the shadows.

“I noticed you had a bit of a wormhole problem,”

The guy looked back at him then, a half-laugh too full of exhaustion to actually be amused leaving him before his arms started gesticulating faster than his words could keep up.

“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve been flung around by that thing too many times to count. Now, unless you’re about to turn into some kinda gruesome flesh-eating monster or you can tell me exactly what the hell is going on with my ship, please could you do me a favour and keep the jokes to yourself!”

The Doctor blinked, rising to his feet as the man looked at him like he was about to explode.

“I thought you were looking for the captain…isn’t this their ship?”

“Look here, buddy Are you going to help me or eat me? That’s all I need to know,”

“Well…” He started, noting how the guy seemed to ready himself for a fight, “Great big wormhole stuck in the middle of a spaceship with men falling out of them…how could I resist?”

#sfw sunday #crossover #echo writes #star boi <3 #dw

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animehideout · 4 months

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Quick question, may I request? If not, just ignore this<3

💙Random recommended song💙

I already mentioned this in my latest post but anyway, I did an optional homework and got the best grade and in the beginning I felt lowly about my work but after getting the grade I felt so much better about it and myself too.

The problem is that lately I started to get into writing again but can't find the time suddenly. Aaaaand I wanted to kind of celebrate this (I mean that the teacher seemed to like my poem) even tho it isn't a big deal but feels like it and oh God I feel like a lil child :')

Sooo may I request a Magumi x reader fluff, where the reader and Megumi are just chilling together when the reader get a notification saying she got a good grade and they get so emotional that they try to hold back tears, but Megumi senses the sudden change and ask if they are alright? The reader trying the brush it off that "Oh it's nothing special or worth mentioning, just got the best grade on the optional homework we got. Can't believe the teacher liked my poem..." 'Poem-?' Megumi thinks as he heard the last words. He maybe didn't even have a clue that the reader was into poetry and/or that they wrote any, so by hearing this he wanted to read it, but overthinking a bit, he decided on not asking them, even though maybe he should have. But it's late, he waited till they fell asleep and then quietly got up from bed to go and look for their exercise book and read it. After he read it, he puts the book on the reader's desk or somewhere else, not minding to put it back to it's actual place because he plans on telling them his opinion, how much they likes it as well and je would be interested in seeing more of their work. Maybeeee the reader confesses that they've been into poetry for a time now and shows Megumi all of the poems they've written while telling Meg' why they like some of their poems and why they have a few problems with some, then there's Megumi reading them with intrest. Maybe Megumi having a soft spot for poetry IDK BUT NOW I JUST REALIZED THAT BY WRITING THIS REQUEST I COULD HAVE EASILY JUST WRITE THE FANFIC ALREADY TT My bad :')

Anyway, catching up with your lates Gojo posts soon!

-Megan🩵

Huggie :3🎀

Megumi Fushiguro X Poet /Artistic Reader

Synopsis: Megumi discovers his partner's talent in writing poems.

a/n: Thank you @megan016 for this request, also CONGRATS for getting the best grade, you did great sweetheart and I'm proud of you 💗. Also I can't wait to read more of your poems and the translated ver. Keep it up. I hope you like this little oneshot tho♡.

Check @megan016 poem here ( I liked it and I had to share it, you are so talented 💌 )

As the soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, you sat in your boyfriend's arms, Megumi. Engrossed in the movie that was displayed in front of you. The atmosphere was light, filled with soft hums as Megumi played with your hair. The rainy weather outside, added to the coziness.

Suddenly, you phone chimed with a notification. Curious, you picked it up, unlocking it to reveal a message from your school,

{ Dear Y/N, Congratulations, your poem received the best grade. We appreciate your hard work. }.

Your eyes scanned the words, a wave of joy and surprise washed over you even though it was an optional homework the fact that your poem that came from your creativity, that each line you wrote carried within it a deeper feeling and meaning got a proper appreciation from your teacher was able to bring you to happy tears.

Your heart swelled with happiness while clutching your phone tightly, Megumi sensed how your body tensed between his arms.

"Love, is everything okay?" he asked.

Realizing that you haven't told him yet about your passion for poetry, you tried to hide your excitement and brush it off,

"Oh, y-yes I'm fine! it's nothing, just my poem got the best grade in class! Can't believe my teacher actually liked it hehe.." you chuckled awkwardly, trying to act normal as if you weren't holding back your tears from how delighted and proud you were.

"Poem?!" Thought Megumi to himself "I didn't know she's into poetry"

"But yeah– it's nothing special, not a big deal tho, it was just an optional homework" you added bringing him back to reality

"Oh.. I see you did great love congrats" said Megumi kissing the top of your head.

He senses how you were avoiding talking about your poem, so he respected it and just congratulated you he was completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions you were suppressing he thought you really wasn't that excited. Deep down, Megumi couldn't brush away the curiosity that grew inside of him, he was interested in reading books, poems and articles so having a partner that happened to write poems excited him to the core.

As the night proceeded, you dozed off beside him. Closing your eyelids, swimming in Dreamland. Sleeping nice and sound, feeling protected with the warm presence of Megumi. He watched you as you slept next to him, smiling to himself as your whole hand cutely held his index finger. Your hand size difference has always brought a smile on his face.

Suddenly, his eyes widened when he remembered about the poem, his eyes scanned the room and finally fell on your exercise book that was innocently put on your desk. Too intrigued by the unexpected revelation of your poetic talent, he couldn't resist the urge to delve into your world of words.

Trying to not disturb your beauty slumber he tiptoed to your desk, gently opening the book , carefully flipping the pages until he found your poem of 14 stanzas.

He was too excited to read it, to read between the lines and analyze the deeper meaning it held. Line after line, he found himself utterly captivated by the beauty of your expressions, the smart choice of words, adjectives and the Poetic elegance that adorned your stanzas. It left him completely speechless, realizing that the love of his life is indeed talented and creative.

"And she said it's not a big deal??" he muttered to himself as his eyes shifted back on your sleeping figure.

He wanted to flip the pages to read more of your writings, to check your other copy books but he resisted that urge, respecting your privacy and deciding to wait till morning to ask you properly about your passion for poetry.

He laid down next to you, eager for tomorrow to discuss with you what now happened to be a mutual passion; while you were interested in writing poems, Megumi was interested in reading, them showing that both of you complete each other.

His arms pulled you closer to his body holding you,

"I'm proud of you my love" he said before dozing off.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, your eyelids fluttered into consciousness. Megumi was already awake, laying on his back, one arm behind his head as his eyes were fixated on the ceiling. As he felt you shifting beside him his gaze turned to you, greeting you with a warm smile.

"Hey sleepyhead, want to tell me about those poems of yours? I had no idea you're poetic genius!!" he exclaimed softly,

You were still half awake, taken by surprise you quickly got into a sitting position,

"You read them??" you asked.

"Not all of them!! only that one in your exercise book! Now I know why it got the best grade" he said enthusiastically.

It was rare for you to see Megumi full of energy early in the morning, so you couldn't help but smile from how much he was interested in your poems. Encouraged by his genuine reaction you started to open up, confessing that you've been into poetry for a while now.

"So? want to show me the rest?" he asked.

Without saying anything, you jumped out of bed. The cold floor touching your bare feet sent shivers down your spine. You quickly grabbed your notebooks and ran back to bed, getting under the warm blanket next to Megumi again, you got closer to him.

"Here they are" you said with a smile.

Anticipating his reactions every time he read one of your poems, the way he read the lines you wrote with passion and care warmed your heart, as if what you write was meant for him to read. The curious expressions drawn on his face whenever he tried to guess the real meaning of your words made you giggle.

After reading most of your poems he engulfed you into a big hug,

"Those poems are amazing Y/n!! I can't wait for more from you. So tell me what inspires you the most? what is your motivation?" he asked too immersed to know more.

A blush painted your cheeks and with a shy smile you answered "Y-you! You do inspire some verses"

"Guess I'm a muse now" he teased playfully trying to hide the fact that he got shy as well.

"Exactly" you giggled.

"What are the difficulties you face while writing though?"

"Most of the time me trying to channel my feelings into words, sometimes certain feelings that I want to write about can't be described by simple words so that's quite a challenge and it takes a lot of effort or sometimes I struggle with motivation even though I do have a lot of accumulated ideas that are waiting to be written" you explained.

You spent the morning cuddled up in your soft bed, sharing ideas and soft random kisses every now and then, exchanging soft touches. Sitting between Megumi's legs as he held your notebooks and continued to loudly read the rest of your poems.

"I love this one Y/n !! Wait is it about us??"

Megumi was too happy to be in that specific moment with you; the moment that definitely inspired you to write another poem that will carry those feelings between both of you forever.

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ranaiki · 1 year

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The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars

rindou haitani x gn!reader

wc: 2k

warnings: hurt to comfort/fluff, lowkey cringe lmfaoo. No warnings really, pretty mild. It’s unrevised and not beta read so like you know.

a/n: hehe self indulgent. Also guess who just finished finals? That’s right it’s me. Unfortunately I’m still on high stress until I get my chemistry results back, but I’ve gotten everything for my other classes and am passing all of them so that’s awesome. Chem is the scariest one though so lets hope I did well.

I want to be loved like the sun.

You pulled your knees close to your chest, staring down at your phone that rested upon the tops of your feet. You had your arms wrapped around your calves, body tucked in tight and curled.

The little text bubble mocked you, those three rippling dots leaving you guessing and waiting, desperate for a reply.

You glanced again at the message you had sent just moments before, the one that asked him what was wrong after he’d brushed you off.

Your heart wrapped into knots, tying into itself over and over with each second that passed with your message left unanswered.

Rindou was a man of few words, you knew that much. His actions spoke volumes, his words whispered. You knew this, you’d grown used to this. It no longer made your gut pool with worry or your mind spin around everything that could possibly go wrong.

But he’d never done this before.

Bubbles of blue popped up in your recent messages one after the other, disrupted every once in a while by nothing more than a short, single grey one. You tried not to let it bother you, when he’d responded with a clipped “yes” “no” “idk” every time you tried to talk to him, but it was beginning to gnaw at your insides.

I want to be loved like I’m the warmth you seek after the cold, like I’m that radiant glow that brings a smile to your cheeks.

When had this all begun? Why did he suddenly pull away, leaving you with questions piling like forgotten corpses, one after the other?

What had you done wrong?

The bubbles disappeared, for the fourth time in a row. Your toes were freezing, your fingers unsteady each time they reached out to tap the screen, keeping your phone awake and open so that you wouldn’t miss it once his text came through.

What could he possibly be trying to say?

The last time you remembered having an actual conversation was last Tuesday, exactly a week past. You’d been over at his apartment, the one he shared with his brother. You’d sat on the couch in front of his tv as the sun dipped below the horizon, shrouding the room in golden warmth, casting him in that perfect, glowing light.

The tv had played, a movie you can’t seem to recall anymore flashing over the screen. And you’d laid huddled against his side, basking in his comfort and his familiarity, in the smell of him that seemed to wrap around and cocoon you, completely intoxicating.

You remembered the way your heart had pattered and lulled, jumping with excitement each time the arm he’d had wrapped around your shoulders pulled a little tighter, each time you felt his fingers trace against your skin ever so slightly.

You remembered the way your head had filled with fuzz, the way your body had been perfectly relaxed and your eyes were just ever so slightly droopy.

Had you smelled bad and was he afraid to tell you?

Had you accidentally hurt him?

Had he taken the way you were drifting off as an insult?

I want to be loved like the moon.

The bubbles reappeared, and you stared at them with the intensity of a thousand suns, fearing that the moment you glanced away or blinked, they would disappear again, and leave you to look at the little check mark beneath your message that mocked and tormented you.

You remembered now. You were so tired, so comfortable wrapped into his arms, in the safety of his home, in the protection of his presence. You’d said something then, as evening morphed to night and the sleepiness took over.

What had it been?

It must have been something big, something you would never normally say. Why else would his behavior be as it was?

Your heart dropped down to your stomach as the dots once again took their leave. Your throat was scratchy with the threat of closing, the backs of your eyes beginning to burn uncomfortably.

“Please just say something.” You begged, words whispered to the empty air, whisked away as quickly as they came.

This game was the worst of all, as you sat waiting to know whether or not he ever wanted to see you again, if you would ever be able to feel the warm shivers and tingles you only got when he was near, if you would be able to cure your aching heart of the distance between you.

I want to be loved like I’m the peace in the middle of darkness, a light shining your way, the comfort of home.

‘are you busy right now?’

It was short and simple, a foreboding message that held the key to determine your ails and felicity.

Your heart lurched to your throat, sticking where you couldn’t dislodge it, forcing it tighter and tighter, your lungs screaming at you.

Your reply came quick, a little ‘yes’, and he was outside your front door, the engine of his motorcycle rumbling in the otherwise silent street.

What were you supposed to say to him?

Your mouth was pressed tight, lips sealed for fear of making everything worse. He too didn’t say anything, helmet and visor concealing every feature you might have studied for some hint as to what he was thinking.

The air was tense as he passed you his spare, the little flower sticker you had pasted on the side glimmering beneath the street lamps. Your finger ran over it, feeling the tiny ridges it made along the smooth, matte surface.

You pulled it on gingerly, clambering onto the back in your usual place, wrapping your arms around his waist in the usual way, but it no longer felt the same. The vibrations on the seats, the feel of his back, broad and firm, pressed close to your chest, the wind that snuck through the gaps in the helmet to bite you in the face - all of it.

There was a gap between you, unseen and invisible, but you could feel the way it had wedged itself into the smallest of spaces, making its presence known.

So tell me, why am I not your sun nor your moon?

The engine puttered to a rest, falling silent.

Your eyes fluttered open, though you don’t know when they had shut. Perhaps it was when you were fighting back the bile rising in your throat, combating the anxiety that manifested in the urge to spill your dinner over his back.

Rindou had stepped off the motorcycle, leaving your hands to slip from his waist and fall at your side - cold and empty. He removed the helmet, and for the first time that night, you could see his thoughts and his emotions clearly upon his face.

Rindou was good at a lot of things, but hiding the truth was not one of them.

His eyes drooped further than normal, blueish rings beneath them that indicated sleepless nights, just as you had been experiencing. His hair tangled in places, his lips pulled downwards, his cheeks sunk.

He was still quiet as he made his way to a fence, one that blocked off a steep drop down the other side. It was then you noticed where he had taken you.

The city sprawled before you, the lights of a nighttime in Roppongi glittering and winking from afar, her sheer size derisive.

Slowly, you too removed the helmet, setting it on the seat in front of you as you stared at your boyfriend, and the way his hair blew in the winds.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You asked carefully, forcing the words past your constricted throat, your voice small and fearful. For the first time in years, you felt like a child - helpless to whatever awaited you, out of control of your own future.

Rindou sighed, letting his head drop between his shoulders. You were doe-eyed, stuck in the headlights with no route for escape.

You didn’t want to run, anyways. You wanted to learn. You wanted to know.

“Do you really love me?” His words were even more fearful than your own, cowering away from exposure.

Your response was frozen on your tongue, hanging right where you could speak them, but something held them back for one beat. Two.

“Do you not love me?”

You caught the way he glanced at you from his peripherals, though he remained silent. Your fears were beginning to manifest, the shadows of anxiety, worry, stress and fear that had been clinging to you swirling and growing before your very eyes, unrestrained.

Your hands lay in your lap, limp and unmoving as you turned your gaze down towards them, the idea of looking at him unbearable as your heart began to crack along the surface.

“I’m not the sun to you, am I? I’m not your moon.”

Your fingers played together aimlessly, a weak distraction.

“How could I be? I’m not the sun or the moon, I’m not warmth or comfort.

“All I ever wanted was to be something.” You fought back the hot tears threatening to stream down your face. “I thought I could be something with you.”

Rindou made a noise like he was about to say something, but he fell silent again. You didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare risk facing him when your tears inevitably fell.

“I want more than anything to be the ray of light in someone else’s life, or to be the calming silver of familiarity and comfort. But that’s just not me. I’m not the sun, nor am I the moon. Instead, I am a star - one of millions, hard to pick out amongst the crowd and unique only when close enough to see. Even still, I can’t help but hope that one day, somebody will look into the night sky and say ‘hey, that star is really neat’, and it’ll be me.”

There they were. Warm droplets rolled down your cheeks, blazing trails along your skin and leaving behind a path of ice and snow. You heard it when one dropped from the tip of your nose to the seat below, pattering against the leather, carrying with it the weight of your heart.

“That star is really neat.” His voice was so quiet, you almost missed it.

Your eyes widened, chin lifting to face him, tears still glistening along your waterline, clinging to your lower lashes. He was staring at you, a seriousness to his expression you’d never quite seen before.

“What?” You asked, wondering if maybe you heard him wrong.

“I said,” Rindou pushed off of the wooden fence to stand up straight, never breaking eye contact. “That star is really neat.”

You floundered, frozen in place, finding it impossible to look away from him and his eyes that captivated and drew you in, holding within the secrets of his heart and soul.

“If you are a star,” Rindou continued. “Then you are the brightest in the sky. You are a landmark, you shine and twinkle with the strength of the sun, you glow with the light of the moon.

“You are North. You are the one I will follow when I am lost, the one I will look to for guidance, and you are the only star in the sky that matters to me.”

“What?” You asked again, trying and failing to come up with anything else.

Rindou sighed again, though it was distinctly less impatient, less burdened. He approached the motorcycle, hands landing on the seat and supporting his weight as he leaned forward, as close as he could without your faces touching.

“I’m saying I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to react when you said ‘i love you’. I’ve never loved anything before now. I’ve never been loved before now. And I didn’t know how to react. And then I didn’t know how to tell you. But I’m apologizing now.”

He leaned back again, and you chased the warmth of his breath, the peppermint that lingered in the still air between you.

“You don’t need to be the moon, you don’t need to be the sun. I love you just the way you are, Star, and I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

“I love you.”

#rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou #rindou x reader #rindo x reader #rindo haitani #rindo haitani x reader #tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fic #fanfiction #fic #comfort #haitani rindou #haitani

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lukarion-ven · 9 months

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idk if you did this on purpose but the fact that in the HS au art the teal venti's braids seem to be brighter when he is all lovey and asking if lunette needs something has me giggly and smiley- i just think that looks neat-

yes i really like giving venti's braids the glow whenever he feels intense feelings! i do it especially when he's feeling romantic emotions (such as being happy or when hes blushing) or depending on the mood i want to depict, i just think its both cool and cute of him hehe <3

#asks #venti my lord and savior #hes so effortlessly cool #love love love

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psychangels · 28 days

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Could we have some Peppermint and Korsica? I love the idea of Peppermint just admiring Korsica. Like maybe the security boss is occupied with something else, so Peppermint can kinda stare at her. She didn’t mean to stare, she just kinda started looking at Korscia’s robotic implants on her arms, then her scars, and then it all just meshes into admiring Korsica. Idk if they’re together or not, that part can be up to you and how it ends. If they’re together this could end in a cheesy fest of kisses and Korsica sorta teasing Peppermint about it. If they’re not, this could end with Peppermint looking away, still yearning to know every part of the other woman. Again, that ending and if they’re together or not can be up to you. I just want the premise of Peppermint staring at her crush hehe.

you sure can!

Peppermint looks over at Korsica. She's doing something on her laptop. There's a small frown on her face, like there always is when she's focusing on something or lost in thought.

Her flexing her fingers, causing her arm stabilizers to shift, catches Peppermint's eye. She's reminded of her plans to make her some new ones. The ones Korsia's had since what happened on the LIFT seem to work fine, but they were made in a rush with what little materials they had at the time. They've already needed repairs quite a few times. Peppermint thought it'd be nice to surprise her with a new pair. Of course, with how busy she is, she never actually had the time to start working on any, and eventually just sort of forgot.

She could start right now.

Instead, she lets her gaze wander.

Her eyes trail up her arms. She can't help but think about how strong Korsica is. Her face starts to feel warm.

Peppermint's eyes eventually find their way up to her chest. The implant there glows a soft blue. The scarring under and around it are lit up by it. It also illuminates a bit of her cleavage that's visible due to the low cut, v-neck of her shirt. Peppermint bites the inside of her cheek. Now her face is very warm.

Eventually, she tears her eyes away to look at her face again. Right as she does, Korsica glances over at her.

When their eyes meet, Peppermint's widen. She quickly turns away.

For the thousandth time, she's left yearning for more. Hoping that Korsica didn't notice her staring. Wishing she could without feeling like she'll ruin everything.

Shaking herself, Peppermint decides to get started on drafting a design for those new stabilizers.

#hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #korsimint #angelanswers.txt #angelwrites.txt #no real set-up for this because i couldn't think of anything #i really struggled with this one honestly.#so if it seems kind of Weird and Rushed that's why

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barrenclan · 1 year

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AYOOOOO NEW ISSUE!

First off, wow. just the visual stuff is really cool, especially how Pinepaw and Nightberry’s eyes glow when their discussion gets intense, or Pinepaw surrounded by the storm in the cover art. And, of course, the multi-pawed art of both him and Night. Idk if you were going for biblically accurate angel vibes without the wings, but no matter what you were going for I really had to stop reading to admire it

On somewhat the same topic, I tried searching for meanings to both the plants and the animals, and sadly I couldn’t find anything for the berries so maybe symbolism wasn’t intended, but I’ll drop everything I found anyway because i think it’s kinda funny a cat comic made me research stuff. I found the wild rose represents love in some cases, but can also represent secrets, which I think the second makes more sense in terms of the current issue, but also love does seem to be important to him, both romantic and platonic. I also found the fox represents intelligence and luck, so yeah, very Nightberry. She’s wise and wants Pinepaw to stay safe. I didn’t know if the burrowing owl was included, but I decided to search for it anyway, and found stuff about laughter being used to guide one to enlightenment and also to share spirituality, which could make sense for Pinepaw if he is really the darkness before the storm, and his quest for knowledge? But probably wasn’t intended, haha

Speaking of that. what! All my boy just wanted was some knowledge!! He didn’t mean to find a mass graveyard!! What makes him so dark Nightberry!!! He did nothing wrong he doesn’t deserve an edgy prophecy to loom over his head!!! He’s BLUE!!!! He’s the clear sky!!!! Speak to yourself you JET BLACK CAT!!!!! anyways

The [spoiler name] being for 4 characters is very what!!! Because yeah maybe the fox and the owl r characters so thats 2 but who r the other two!!!!!!!!! The skeletons???? I am very confuzzled. Obviously you don’t need to try to point me in the right direction, especially if you want secrets, but this will rotate in my head until i figure it out!!

Also I appreciate the last art piece being of the assumedly reburried gravesite, alongside the watchful eyes of that owl. The entire issue was about that one location, and the fact that it’s there makes me feel like Pinepaw might be going back to that spot sometime.

Another great issue! 10 mysterious skeletons out of 10!

YAY NEW ISSUE TIME!

You're the first person I've seen pointing out Nightberry and Pinepaw's eyes glowing, so well spotted. :) I was moreso inspired by Hindu art where a ring of arms are often depicted behind someone than by seraphim angels, but the effect is similar. I'm glad you liked it.

Hehe, it makes me happy that my comic causes people to do research. As it should be. The flowers and fox are not so much representative of their symbolic traits but instead of - and this is partially answering another question of yours - characters! Cause lots of characters in this are named after plants. I'll give you a hint for the 4 [spoiler name] characters; two of them are going to appear in issues very soon, 1 of them is depicted only by implication, and the last one is so obscure it really couldn't be guessed. But I love hearing your ideas anyways!!

Haha, poor Pinepaw. Getting called "the harbinger of doom" can't be fun. But does knowledge come at a cost?....

The place depicted on the last page is in fact a different gravesite, cause there's no tree at the place Pinepaw found the skeletons. But you're right in that it is a very important site!

Thanks for commenting as always :D I love it every time.

#ask #pinepaw #nightberry #wild rose

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I heard you want asks. What are your thoughts of the Underworld in Greek mythology as a physical place that can be visited? Any thoughts about the Underworld in Greek mythology world building I demand

i think there is no denying that within the myths the visits to the Underworld can’t really be seen as metaphorical, so it surely has to be a space that can be physically visited. as for what i believe, idk if i even believe in an afterlife so my opinion is really irrelevant here lol. i’ve recently written the underworld scene from the odyssey (as you would know hehe), so i was forced to think more about it as a setting and here is what i’ve come up with!

it’s on the edge of the world, too far from civilization to be reached by the Sun or by the Moon. because of this, it’s always dark except from an unsettling shimmer coming from the waters of the ocean and the river Styx. unlike in the living world, the river doesn’t flow into the ocean, it flows in the opposite direction into an even darker cave. the Unburied all stand on the shore, watching Charon row his boat inside while they are denied entry.

once you enter the cave, you find yourself in a hall, richly decorated but, well, dead. here, the Styx splits up into its many branches. it is also here where Hades, Persephone and the Judges of the Underworld preside. after the typical rites are done, the Shades are separated depending on where they will spend eternity. there are three more gates in this hall, one leading to Tartarus, one to the Asphodel Meadows and the third to Elysium.

Tartarus is as seemingly endless black void, with no floor, no walls, no ceiling. all you can see is shades getting tortured in their own personal ways. the Asphodel Meadows and Elysium on the other hand (despite there still being no sun) seem to glow on their own. the Meadows are crowded and yet empty—just green. grass as far as the eye can see. there is no sky. Elysium also has no sky, but instead of empty fields, there are trees and flowers and anything any of the inhabitants could desire.

#not all of this is based on reality… i’m just tryna make sense of what is given to us lmao #sunnythesassy #asks #greek mythology #greek myth #greek underworld #hades #elysium #tartarus #charon #styx

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Idk if you're still taking requests but if so I have an idea

If not, stop here and go get some water. Right now! And do your stretches. Remember to treat yourself kindly!

The fic request is legit just how stark chongyuns clothes are against the backdrop of liyue. With his white hair, almost glowing eyes and choice of attire he looks almost ethereal in the setting sun.

Good thing too, since he's been missing for days.

This could be any pairing you'd like, or no pairing at all. Your fics are fucking fantastic btw.

thank you so much for the kind words!! your wish is my command <3

i made it into a xingyun fic, i hope you don’t mind! this was brilliant! chongyun is very under-appreciated, so i am more than happy to give some representation to our boy!!

it’s my first time writing a few of these characters so i hope i did a good gob hehe

i hope you enjoy it!!! <3 (sorry it took so long, thank you for being patient!!)

Frost (Xingyun)

There were a lot of things that made Chongyun extraordinary. For starters, his very presence alone was enough to exorcise all demons within his immediate vicinity. That was quite a useful trait for a young exorcist to have, despite Chongyun’s own displeasure with the fact that, consequently, he had never actually seen a demon with his own eyes.

Another thing that was impressive about him was that he was Xingqiu’s best friend. Anyone acquainted with the wealthy and noble Xingqiu would know that it was no easy task. The young man was notorious for pulling pranks and teasing. Unfortunately, that meant that Chongyun was his favorite target. Despite all that, Chongyun remained a loyal and close friend of Xingqiu’s, speaking wonders to the exorcist’s patience.

Chongyun also always carried popsicles on him at all times, and couldn’t eat anything remotely spicy or hot temperature-wise. Many people found that fact odd. They had never seen the ‘ice prince’ consume anything even remotely warm, and even on especially hot days he would make himself scarce. Some began to speculate on why that was, but hardly any could come up with an answer. It was just another mystery of the mysterious young man that often accompanied Xingqiu.

The most significant thing about Chongyun that most people noticed right away, however, was his unique appearance. Liyue was a nation that loved its muted colors. Deep reds, browns, yellows, and blacks occupied much of the popular fashion. These all blended quite nicely with the surrounding natural scenery, creating a harmonious picture of tranquility.

Chongyun, however, stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison. His attire was stark white with accents of blue, pristine and spotless in every way. Xingqiu often wondered how the exorcist’s clothes never seemed to get dirty. The style of said attire was for expelling demons, and while it might have been more common among the exorcist clans like the one Chongyun hailed from, it was rather different in the neutral setting of the busy Liyue Harbor streets.

It wasn’t just his clothes. His physical appearance was just as striking, to the point where even if Chongyun were to wear more muted, plain clothing, he would still stand out regardless. The young exorcist sported pale blue hair that seemed to reflect and radiate light. It was effortlessly shiny and soft, falling around his face in a messy yet graceful halo. But it didn’t stop there.

The pale blue continued down to even his eyelashes, framing his icy eyes in an elegant and yet undoubtedly cold gaze. His irises seemed carved from ice itself, so blue and shining that they were practically glowing. Anyone caught in his wandering gaze would describe it as striking. Even Chongyun’s pupils were unique, taking a form more akin to cat-like slits than human-like rounded ones.

Of course, all of those things had a reason for them. Chongyun was born with unnaturally high yang energy, otherwise known as positive energy. That was how he was able to exorcise demons without even being able to see them, or getting powerful malevolent spirits to flee at his very approach.

The overflowing yang energy also made him unable to tolerate heat of any kind, or else risk throwing him into disarray. Sometimes he would even enter a manic state, emotions in utter turmoil, until he was able to cool himself down with one of his signature popsicles. Even his choice of clothing was intentional due to the yang energy coursing through him. It was white to reflect light and keep him from overheating, and it was also lightweight for the same reason.

Still, the average person wouldn’t know any of that, and so he remained mysterious in the eyes of many. In the setting sun, if one were to witness Chongyun exorcising demons in the mountains or plains of Liyue, awash in a shimmering light as though he were cloaked in it, glowing radiantly in the light of the sinking star, they might think that they had witnessed the divine.

Even Chongyun’s best friend could only describe the other’s appearance as ‘ethereal’, though he would never admit it to Chongyun aloud. Travelers, merchants, and adventurers alike who had spotted Chongyun in the wilderness often confused him for one of the fabled adepti of the region. In truth, his brilliance was not far off.

Now, ‘Why is this important?’ one might ask. Well, it was important because Chongyun went missing four days ago.

With his striking and unique appearance, spotting the young exorcist was not a difficult task. Yet no matter where Xingqiu looked, whether it be Liyue Harbor, the stone peaks of Qingyun, the marshes, or even as far north as Qingce Village, he saw no sign of his friend. Those he asked around, who were familiar with Chongyun’s appearance, had also not seen him.

Even while he was training relentlessly, Chongyun had never skipped a day of meeting Xingqiu in the Harbor. The noble boy would pester him otherwise. Which, of course, Xingqiu tried to do as soon as the exorcist failed to show up the first day. But for some reason, he couldn’t find Chongyun at any of their usual spots. So, he waited. Perhaps the ice prince really was just busy, but surely he would come tomorrow, right? Wrong.

Another day passed, and then another before Xingqiu couldn’t stand to worry any longer and got others involved. It was too unlike the exorcist not to visit for so long, Xingqiu knew that something was wrong. Xiangling, Hu Tao, Xinyan, and Yunjin all offered to help look. Soon, word got out and even the Traveler showed up to search, also gaining the assistance of Chongyun’s aunt Shenhe. Apparently once she heard that her nephew was missing, she charged out into the wilderness without another word.

The group took turns searching far and wide across Liyue. Yet another day passed, no sign of Chongyun. Until…

Shenhe had not rested even a single moment in the past twenty-four hours. It might have seemed harsh, but her training had prepared her for such a situation, and that kind of stamina was nothing new to her. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to rest anyway until Chongyun was found. She might seem cold and distant on the outside, but that was just a look that ran in the family. Deep down, she cared for her nephew greatly and his safety was her top priority.

She was cresting over a hill that spilled down into one of Liyue’s many wide plains when she saw it. In the distance, glowing brilliantly in the light of the setting sun with his stark white clothes and shining blue hair, stood Chongyun. He was like a beacon in the surrounding dull yellow grass and rugged gray rocks. Shenhe’s eyes narrowed in on his figure at once, and then she started running.

Though he would look ethereal almost no matter what, Chongyun was noticeably less blinding than usual. His pristine clothes were tattered and dirty, his hair mussed up, and worst of all, he was walking with a limp, which meant he was injured. Once she saw what state he was in, Shenhe rushed to his side in a flash.

At first, Chongyun was startled to see someone approaching him so quickly, immediately going on the defense. But once he saw who it was, he relaxed, shoulders slackening and reddened eyes brimming with tears. “Auntie… Shenhe…” he called weakly.

“I’m here,” she reassured him, grabbing his shoulders to support him and hold him steady. She noticed that he was burning up. “Are you alright? What happened to you?”

“Abyss… mages… They…” he tried to explain. His voice was hoarse and shaking, and he kept breaking out into coughs, however, so his aunt quickly shushed him.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. You don’t have to talk anymore. Just rest,” she told him, but he began to protest.

“My body… hot… I need… popsicle.”

“Right, I have some here,” she quickly remembered. She reached one hand into her pouch and produced a pale blue popsicle, handing it over promptly.

Luckily, though Shenhe was not well-versed in the food people typically ate, she learned that particular recipe after becoming aware of how important the popsicles were to Chongyun. With Cloud Retainer’s guidance, she was able to make suitable icy treats that would also suppress his yang energy, and she made sure to bring some with her in her search in case Chongyun needed them. Now she was glad that she did.

The young exorcist took the popsicle gratefully, scarfing it down in a hurry. Once he had eaten it, he seemed much more relaxed, letting out a relieved sigh. Then, his whole weight crashed down onto Shenhe as he appeared to pass out. His aunt easily caught him, cradling him in her arms before hoisting him up and beginning the trek back to Liyue Harbor. She would take him to see Baizhu right away, and then inform the others that she had found him.

She made it back in record time, flying through the Liyue landscape while also being careful not to jostle her nephew too much. She headed straight to Bubu Pharmacy, and luckily, Baizhu was in. He quickly escorted her into the back where she placed Chongyun gently on a soft bed before turning to exit.

“Leaving so soon?” the green-haired man inquired, slightly surprised. He thought she would have wanted to stay and make sure Chongyun was alright.

“I trust you will take care of him. I need to inform the others that he has been found, and then I need to go and deal with the Abyss,” Shenhe replied coolly.

“The Abyss?” Baizhu questioned.

“They must pay,” was all she said in response, and then she was gone.

Baizhu sighed and then got to work. Overall, the examination was rather simple. Chongyun appeared to have a broken leg along with a few bruises and scratches here and there. His internal yang energy also seemed to have stabilized for the time being, so he was no longer burning up. The most concerning thing, however, were the needle marks in his arm.

“What’s that about?” Changsheng questioned sleepily from the pharmacist’s shoulder.

“I can’t know for sure. We’ll have to ask about it when he wakes up.”

Baizhu just hoped the young man wasn’t injected with anything. His vitals gave no sign of anything unusual, but one could never be too sure. Especially if the Abyss Order was involved. In the meantime, all he could do was treat the visible wounds and set the broken leg into a cast.

It was a little while longer before Chongyun stirred awake again. He felt drowsy and exhausted, his limbs weak like they weighed ten times heavier than normal.

As he cracked open his eyes, he saw piercing yellow irises and a little white snake looking down at him. “He’s awake,” the snake hissed.

“I can see that,” Baizhu commented. The snake didn’t reply, just curling back up to take another nap.

“Doctor Baizhu?” Chongyun called in a strained voice.

“Shhh don’t push yourself. Here, drink this,” the man ordered before holding a liquid up to his lips.

Chongyun took a hesitant sip, but when he instantly began to feel better, he greedily downed the rest of the medicine. Baizhu looked satisfied, setting the now-empty cup aside before reaching down to check the exorcist’s vitals once more.

“Ah, much better,” he said to no one in particular.

Chongyun felt that his throat had become less sore, and risked speaking once more. Luckily, his voice came out more normal the second time. “What happened? How did I get here?”

“I would like to ask you that,” Baizhu admitted. “But your Aunt, Shenhe, carried you here. She found you wandering out in the wilderness alone. Apparently it had something to do with the Abyss Order.”

At the words ‘Abyss Order’, Chongyun seemed to tense up. Baizhu immediately took notice of that, but first, he needed to know. “Do you remember what these are from?”

He pulled Chongyun's sleeve back to reveal the needle marks on his arm. The exorcist’s eyes widened in alarm before his brows furrowed together in contemplation. “I think… they were experimenting on me…” he mumbled.

“Did they inject you with anything?” Baizhu asked seriously.

To his relief, Chongyun shook his head. “No, I think they only extracted blood, but it was a lot of it. I remember feeling really drained.”

The doctor let out a sigh of relief. Before he could ask any further questions, someone came bursting through the door.

“Chongyun!” Xingqiu cried as he practically threw himself onto the bed.

The exorcist was momentarily stunned. His best friend was currently wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. Luckily, he had shifted his broken leg out of the way in time before it was smashed under his friend’s weight. Thanks to Baizhu’s medicine, the limb was mostly numb.

The part that had him shocked was the fact that, while Xingqiu could be considered clingy at times, he had never wrapped Chongyun in his arms so tightly and so desperately, like he was afraid the exorcist would slip away through his fingertips. His friend was usually teasing him or tricking him into eating something spicy or something similar along those lines.

But now, Xingqiu was burying his head into Chongyun’s shoulder with his arms wound tightly around his neck. Chongyun felt dampness seep through his clothes and realized that Xingqiu was crying.

“Xingqiu? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.

“What’s wrong!?” Xingqiu wailed, whipping his head back to look his friend in the eyes. “What’s wrong is that you were missing, and I couldn’t find you, and I was scared because if I couldn’t find you and you never came back or you ended up dead and I was left here all alone without you, I wouldn’t know what to do!”

His words came out furiously rushed, as if he was pushing them out along with all of the air in his lungs. At the end, he hiccuped as another wave of tears poured from his eyes, sparkling as they fell to Chongyun’s chest. Xingqiu leaned over him, the light behind him acting as a halo, and even though he was crying, Chongyun couldn’t help thinking, He looks ethereal.

“I… I’m sorry,” Chongyun choked out despite himself. He wasn’t sure what Xingqiu wanted to hear exactly (he hardly ever did), but he would say anything to get his tears to stop.

“You idiot!” Xingqiu snapped, but he had a fond smile on his face. “Why are you apologizing when you didn’t even do anything wrong?”

“... I don’t know,” Chongyun admitted. But apparently, it had worked, because his best friend’s tears slowly stopped flowing.

Xingqiu wiped at his cheeks, embarrassed. “Archons, you stress me out,” he said.

“I stress you out?” Chongyun asked in disbelief.

To his surprise (and delight), Xingqiu started laughing. His smile was brighter than the light of the lamp behind him, melting the frost clouding Chongyun’s icy vision. The fear and pain he had felt over the last few days slipped away, the only thing on his mind was his friend here with him now.

“I was never so worried in my life,” Xingqiu explained once he had calmed down. “I felt like the world was ending.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Chongyun muttered, blushing slightly and looking away. Belatedly, he noticed that Baizhu had slipped out of the room at some point.

“I’m not,” his friend said seriously. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

Chongyun wasn’t sure how the exchange turned into him being the one having to make promises, but he didn’t even hesitate to agree. “I promise.”

“And I promise I’ll never tease you again, or make you eat Xiangling’s cooking, or swap out your popsicles with wasabi ones-”

“What!?”

“-or trick you into playing with the kids at the dock, or drag you along to boring merchant meetings, or-”

“Okay, Xingqiu, enough!” Chongyun interrupted, exasperated. “You don’t have to promise all those things.”

“But…” the young man trailed off, looking uncertain.

“What?”

“What if I push you too far, and you get fed up with me one day, and then you really do leave and never come back…?”

“XIngqiu, look at me,” Chongyun told him. His friend had been avoiding eye-contact, no doubt feeling guilty. “How long have we been friends for?”

“... A long time…”

“And since when have you teased me and played pranks on me?”

“... A long time…”

“Right,” Chongyun nodded firmly. “And in all that time, I have never once thought about leaving you.”

Xingqiu looked up sharply, clearly caught off-guard. “Not even once?” he asked softly.

“Not even once,” Chongyun confirmed.

His friend smiled. “Good, then stay by my side forever.”

Chongyun nodded once again. “I will.”

“Even if I do this?” Xingqiu asked, and then it was Chongyun’s turn to be surprised. His friend had leaned down and pressed a light, fleeting kiss to his lips. When he pulled away, the exorcist was looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry. It’s just that, when you were missing, it occurred to me that I might never have the chance to do that. So, if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t need to reciprocate it. I’m okay with staying by your side forever as friends,” Xingqiu quickly clarified, but Chongyun was done listening.

“Who’s the idiot now?” Chongyun sighed.

“Huh!?”

“Just kiss me again, dummy.”

And so, that was how Chongyun going missing winded up resulting in a confession from his best friend. Although, he guessed they were more than best friends now. Oh, and if anyone was curious about the Abyss Order Mages behind Chongyun’s kidnapping, the screeches of Abyss Mages could be heard reverberating through the plains and echoing off the mountains of Liyue for the next few days to come.

Any who dared to venture that way would see nothing but a flash of ice, a tall woman with white hair, and the visage of a crane. While the Abyss Order might have been after Chongyun’s unusually high yang energy reserves, it was suffice to say they would not be getting anywhere near the young exorcist again anytime soon.

Once the two (former) friends had pulled apart after their second kiss, Chongyun was burning incredibly hot to the touch. Apparently, his yang energy had decided to make a full comeback. Xingqiu’s ambush had caught him off-guard, and now his emotions were slipping into disarray.

“Uhhh Xingqiu?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna need you to go get me another popsicle…”

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #xingyun #chongyun #chongqiu #xingqiu #fanfic #fanfic request

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