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Vincent Smith NSFW Alphabet
Dynamics: Vincent Smith x Fem!Reader
Tags: @cyberp-1-nk
Synopsis: Spicy Alphabet
Warnings: Oc stuff, Adult themes, obviously smut, tread with caution.
A/N: Since i'm doing spicy alphabets I decided to do some for my bbgs (aka my ocs). Honestly don't really expect anyone to be interested in my oc stuff lol, so this is pretty self indulegent-
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
-Very caring, very attentive. Vince won't even let you worry about him until he's done worrying over you. This man always likes to take a moment to hold you, kiss all over your body and whisper hushed praises and compliments. Then he'll pick you up and run you a nice warm bath with salts and those really good smelling candles. If you're extra lucky he may take the time to get in with you or he might do that one thing where he reads to you while you just chill in the bath.....inspo from this
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
-His favorite part on his partner's body would be the eyes. He just adores watching his partner's eyes light up with excitement or cloud with lust, there's just something so deep and intimate about it. Oh and he also loves boobs.
-On himself he likes his chest the best, his pecs in particular. He knows he's got some muscle there. Not to mention he's got nipple piercings. Just saying. He also likes his voice. Is husky and deep and has that thick southern drawl to it...
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
-When Vince cums its thick, warm, and a lot. To say the least. He really prefers cumming inside his partner. It just feels a lot better than pulling out and he secretly wishes he had a family....ofc if you don't want kids he understands
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
-Vince really wants someone to just cover up all his scars with hickies and marks. His scars that cover his entire torso have always been a huge insecurity of his but if someone were to leave scratches down his back, kiss marks and hickies on his chest and stomach, enough to cover up all the marks from his past, he might feel better about them.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
-Pretty experienced. He had his fair share of hook-ups in college and definitely knows what he's doing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
-One of his favorite positions is face-off. He loves how close it, having his partner in his lap while he gets to slowly fuck them. Or of course he always enjoys cuddle fucking. Early in the morning or super late at night when he's too tired to do much but he's still pent up enough to have sex.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
-He can be a little humorous. He might poke a little fun at you here and there but when it comes down to it he's pretty serious. He's so set on making his partner and himself feel as good as possible.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
-Incredibly clean. He takes pride in being well groomed and he just prefers to stay clean shaven down there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
-He can be very intimate. He doesn't just sleep with anyone and due to his insecurities with his scars, he is not one to go around and just fuck anybody. So when he does sleep with someone it's very intimate. We're talking intertwined hands, deep and passionate kisses and love filled gazes.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
-I honestly don't think Vince has that much time to really rub one out due to his work and how busy he is, but he does so every once in a while. When he does it's less out of pleasure and more so out of the need to just get that stress relief.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
-Definitely has a slight breeding kink and is really into praise (giving and receiving). Also you could always just play with his chest. (mess with his piercings and see what happens)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
-Won't ever do anything in public. He is not one for taking any risks and certainly does not want anyone seeing him or his partner in the act. So he'll always be happy in his bed or in his cabin where it's just him and his partner.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
-Kiss his neck, maybe suck on his piercings a little bit, run your fingers through his hair. But also call him a "pretty boy" that will really get him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
-He refuses to do anything that could harm his partner. No choking, no usage of guns or knives, he's even a little apprehensive when it comes to spanking/hitting. He just doesn't want to cause his partner any physical harm.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
-Absolutely prefers to give. He could spend hours between his partner's thighs, licking and sucking. It's one of his favorite things to do and he is one of those guys that would beg you to sit on his face.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
-Usually his pace is slow and sensual. He wants you to feel every part of him, feel every touch and every graze of his lips. He really likes to take his time.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
-Not huge into quickies. He'd rather have all the time in the world with you than rush it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
-Nope. Not a huge risk taker either. He prefers to be safe and comfortable.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
-Vince is more on the tired side usually but I think he could last a few rounds. Then maybe some after he rests for a little while.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He himself doesn't own toys but if he partner owned any or wanted to use any on him he'd be open. He'd probably be most willing to try a vibrating cock ring or something along those lines...
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
-Not really a big tease. Unless of course you are a brat, then he'll be more than happy to put you in your place.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
-He's honestly too tired to care about how loud he is so he's pretty vocal. It usually starts out with slurred words and mumbled praises then turns into raspy moans and pants. He gets louder the closer he is to cumming.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
-If you take the time to trace and kiss his scars, he'd do the same. He wouldn't ask about what happened unless you want to tell but he'll lay there, tracing and kissing over all your marks and scars lovingly.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
-More longer than it is thick and has a few prominent veins running on the underside of his shaft. When he's aroused his tip turns a pretty pink.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
-Honestly, pretty high. He tries to ignore it but there's a reason he wakes up in the middle of the night hard as a rock.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
-He will always make sure to stay awake long enough to make sure his partner is asleep. Might be him being paranoid but he just wants to make sure everything stays safe and that his partner is comfortable before he succumbs to sleep.
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The Silent Treatment
Synopsis: Knives decides to leave with Anni and Ant for night out without telling Hoodie, when she returns back Hoodie is pissed by things take a turn...
Warnings: NSFW, Adult themes, blowjobs, not so nice language, NOT PROOFREAD
Word Count: 3,309
A/N: No comment.
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"Oh come on, don't be such a pussy." Anni chides as she grabs Knives' arm and pulls her along. Anni's nagging and begs seemed to have gotten to Knives as they both made their way to Antonio who was waiting for the both of them at the mansions entrance.
A little smile makes its way onto Antonio's face when he catches sight of Knives. After all Anni promised to bring her but Knives seemed hesitant in leaving.
"But Hoodie might get upset…he doesn't like it when I leave without telling hi-" Knives says but is quickly interrupted by Anni.
"Fuck that asshole." Anni scowls. "You should come out with us and have some decent fun for once. Unless of course you'd rather hand out with him than me and Ant…" Anni fakes a sigh and frowns at Knives.
Knives gives her a look that portrays slight annoyance and it doesn't take long for Anni's facade to erupt into little giggles as Knives rolls her eyes at the girl in exasperation.
"And what would Masky think?" Knives narrows her eyes at the girl, knowing that Masky has a tendency to get a tad bit abusive when Anni stepped out of line.
Instead of heeding Knives' warning, Anni shrugs it off and waves her comment off.
"Yeah, that chainsmoking bastard can cry about it for all I care." Anni scoffs. She continues to walk Knives towards the two big double doors and stops in front of Antonio.
Antonio greets Anni with a teasing sneer to which Anni responds back with just the same thing. When he turns to Knives he's sure to smile. He had noticed her from the beginning of her coming to the mansion and he had kept an eye on her ever since. He realized straight off the bat from meeting her that she was not someone he needed to flirt with. In fact flirting got nowhere. Every time he said some nasty pick-up line or flirtatious remark she'd shoot him a look of confusion. She was as dense as a brick wall.
Talking to her more, he came to realize that she was more wholesome than he had first thought. She was a beautiful girl, it was only right of him to assume that she had been with some guys in the past but as soon as she mentioned that she was saving herself for someone special, he felt endeared to her almost.
Now he finally got the opportunity to hang around her more and he was understandably excited.
"Where are we going?" Knives asks, looking at both of them.
"There's a club in the underworld that's pretty fun, figured we could screw around there for a little bit." Antonio shrugs, trying to look all nonchalant and cool.
"Or maybe Antonio just wants to whore around with all the demon women he meets…" Anni chimes in with a grin.
Antonio frowns slightly and his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "That's not at all what I wanted to do, thank you very much."
Knives laughs it off and pats Antonio's shoulder.
"Anni, stop being such an ass. We can go…" Knives smiles. Though she had a feeling that Hoodie would be pissed at her when she comes back.
Despite her worries she walks with Antonio and Anni as Ant leads them all into the Underworld. Getting there was a little adventure in itself. For one to break out of the Operators realm and into the Underworld, you had to have something demonic or special about you that allows you to break through the barrier between private realms and the Undercity.
Walking over to a thick tree, with a gaping hole in the middle, Antonio raises his hand and utters something under his breath. Suddenly a flicker of light sprouts out from the tree and then forms a portal. The trick with portals was that you had to be thinking about where you wanted to go while summoning, getting distracted could have you ending up in a completely different universe if you were unlucky enough.
As the entirety of the portal sprouts out from around Antonio's hands on the other side, they could all see the familiar bright lights of the Undercity flashing back at them and a big flashing sign that obnoxiously pointed to the entrance of a club.
Pulling his hand away Antonio steps through the portal and ends up on the other side. Knives and Anni do the same thing and they all end up standing in front of the club. They could all hear pounding music and could almost smell all sorts of illegal substances drifting out of the place.
"Forget about Hoodie, lets just have some fun." Antonio grins.
Back at the mansion Hoodie was pissed. No. Past pissed. He was angry at Knives for just leaving and upon speaking with Masky he found that Anni had left too. He knew that girl was a bad influence on Knives.
#ocs#oc time#simp party my beloved#simp party#knives my beloved#knives and hoodie hours#simp party smut
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[ Ladies man. || simp party. ]
A/N: Nina/Clockwork are a little out of character. Just because I thought it would be funny asf..
WARNINGS: None!
TAGS: @insane-horror-movie-addict owns Anni, @cheesefanboy2
WORD COUNT: 1,930
A crowd of succubi and female demonics surrounded this poor unfortunate man, who had been simply trying to do his job. The crowd of women followed him around relentlessly, they screamed and begged him for his number— even going as far as to fight over him. Douglas, of course, was infamous for having fangirls practically glued to his hip wherever he went. And having a job didn’t change that in the slightest. In fact, his fangirls, especially succubi in particular, seemed to go up and above their way to spend time with Douglas, even when he had no idea who they were.
"Excuse me, but I'm looking for a girl—" Doug attempted to get a word in, before being furiously interrupted by the crowd of women screaming and throwing money at him— some of them even throwing themselves at him.
"Take your shirt off!"
"Can I have your number?"
"I'll give you a real good time~"
"Please— let me buy you a drink!"
"Are you free tonight?"
Doug's eyes examined them in extreme disbelief as they all screamed and screeched over him— the absolute last straw was when a random women's shirt got thrown to his face, as one of the fangirls started to shed herself of her clothes. He angrily tugged the shirt off of his face, and threw it to the ground— Doug shook his leg, in an effort to get one of the fangirls to let go, but the woman's grip only tightened around his leg.
Looking for his boss's daughter was an absolute pain in the ass— he constantly got bombarded by random fangirls on the streets of the under-realm, he swore, these women were just a whole different species— well, technically they were, but that wasn't the point. He roughly stuffed his fingerless–gloved hands into his pockets, letting out a sigh of exasperation, "I don't get paid enough for this.."
Doug brought his hand up over his shoulder in a weak wave, cocking his head in a rough nod and stepping away from the women who continued to scream. He walked down the sidewalk, dodging a few girls along his journey in returning to his truck. The driver's door creaked open and he stepped in the black colored truck, staring at the picture in his hands of Ophelia— the girl he was forced to search for. A gruff sound of annoyance emerged from his throat, he tossed the picture down on the seat and started the groggy, roaring engine of his trusty truck. He shoved the stick shift into first gear, taking off.
The scratchy seat poked at his legs and he shoved the key into the ignition, twisting it to start the engine. But it refused. The engine turned over a couple clicks and finally started, taking a few seconds to actually gather enough power to drive. Douglas sighed to himself and rubbed his head; he couldn't wait until he had enough money to buy a new car or at least get someone to fix it— honestly though, he would probably fix it himself once he had the chance to stop somewhere.
He found his way on the small road leading to…somewhere new. He passed through the forest and the little downtown area on the lake, this place kinda seemed incredibly reserved. This was a beautiful forest, and it was one of the only benefits of having this particular job.
His eyes finally locked onto the driveway of an incredibly large mansion, with cabins littered across the field in the middle of the forest. With a turn of the wheel, he pressed on the breaks and came to a stop. Grabbing his bag he stepped out of the rusty car and walked to the front door of the mansion, knocking at the unnecessarily large door— he swore, it looked to be about 20 ft in length. The door instantly swung open,
"Hey, uhm, I was wondering if—"
"Holy shit.." Nina interrupted him instantly, her jaw tightening as she dryly swallowed, eyes widened as she flirtatiously traced his form. Nina didn't realize that her lips were parted in slight awe as her staring was longer than she intended. "Wow…okay— who owns him? Is it you Clockwork? Because you fucking scored!"
Before he had a chance to interject, Clockwork peeked her head out to get a chance to examine this stranger— her lips pulling into a smirk.
"No way, somebody this hot is here for business— all of Slenderman's henchmen are ugly as fuck. What are you here for?" Doug's eyes moved back to her face as her words finally reached his ears, and being knocked from his thoughts, he finally muscled out words that rolled off his tongue awkwardly.
"As I was saying, I was wondering if I could—"
"Who's at the door?" Anni interrupted, pushing past the two girls to get a good look at him— tilting her head at him. He watched her eyebrow raise and her hands grip onto her curved hips, staring at him as her brown eyes narrowed, as if to ask him why he's here. Doug straightened his posture and tugged involuntarily at his sleeveless shirt, dryly swallowing as he got slightly intimidated by the much shorter woman.
"I was just wondering if any of you saw this girl," He finally had a chance to speak. He passed over the most recent picture of Ophelia, a pair of dark brown, apple colored eyes staring back from the picture; fear slowly veiling themselves from her fight-or-flight response. In the photograph, she wore a small black tank top that sucked against her pale skin, exposing a couple inches of her tight lower belly. It was strange— in every picture Fang was featured in, she was either scared or depressed looking.
"You're looking for Fang. She lives here, she's just having a little alone time."
"Fang?" That word struck him hard and the confusion in his eyes made Anni smirk. He had never seen this woman before, not even in the past couple years that he was forced to spend with Ophelia— to be completely honest, he didn't even know Ophelia had friends. And why did they call her Fang? Was it some type of cover name that Ophelia came up with? Strange. Doug heard the heel of her boot clad against the floor as she stepped back,
"She should be back soon. You don't talk much, do you?" The woman mused with another smile, stepping towards him and stopping a few feet away. Doug shook his head and spun his finger around his ear,
"Nah just… trying to wrap my mind round all this." She shoved her hands into her back pockets and studied his features briefly, leaning back and balancing on the heels of her boots. Tilting her head, she stared into his blue eyes curiously,
"What's your name?"
"Douglas. Call me Doug." She extended her hand towards him with tenderness and welcoming. With slight hesitation, he took her hand in his, feeling her hand tighten in his grasp. It didn't tighten with friendliness this time, but that of insecurity and uncertainty.
"Anni." Her voice wavered in Doug's ears and once their hands split from each other, her demeanor changed back in the sliver of a second.
Doug rubbed the back of his neck nervously,
"Well, Anni, while I'm waiting for her— can I use your garage? I need to fix my truck real quick— got my own tools and everything."
"I don't see no harm in it," Anni shrugged, her face turning into a stoic expression once again as she crossed her arms— while the two girls behind her were mumbling about how hot this random stranger was. For the first time today, a smile found itself carving on his face.
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Doug sighed , grabbing a few ratchets, screwdrivers, and socket wrenches from the large tool box. Yanking up the hood on the large truck in the incredibly massive garage, he propped it up with the hood rod. He saw the hole in the radiator in which it blew and quickly grabbed an oil pan, crawling under the truck and placing it under the engine. Reaching up, he twisted the cap to the radiator fluid and moved his head quickly as the green liquid began to drain into the pan.
Standing back to his feet, he wiped his forehead of the sweat already forming out of the hot morning. The sun was already high in the sky and Doug forgot to check the time before he left his truck.
As the radiator fluid drained, Doug easily swapped out the spark plugs, cap, and rotor to ensure a clean tune-up on the old truck. Grabbing a socket wrench, he checked the fluid and saw that it was no longer draining and took to the old rusted radiator. Back and forth the socket wrench clicked until the bolt came out, Doug moving onto the other bolts and finally yanking out the old radiator. He walked out into the blazing sunlight of the summer day, tossing the radiator into his old junk truck to be taken to a junkyard later on.
He lost himself in southern rock music and the hard work of a vehicle mechanic. Hours rolled by as he moved from the radiator to the engine, stripping off parts to make sure they didn't need to be replaced. The hot air got the best of him and he couldn't resist stripping off his shirt and tossing it on a wooden chair. His muscles contorted under his skin as he moved them about, yanking at engine parts and getting oil all over himself in the process, "Shit.." he muttered quietly, slightly coating his carved muscles in oil. He groaned but from slight annoyance and exhaustion.
He stretched his thick shoulders and stepped back from the truck, looking over to see Anni hovering over a small ice-cooler. The small woman seemed to be in trance— a slight hue of blush coating her cheeks as she watched him. She shook her head, leaning up and tossed him a beer, Doug catching the cold bottle flawlessly. His fingers twisted off the cap and the cold alcohol seeped into his tongue with much needed liberation.
"Why's it gotta be so damn hot?" Doug asked before taking another swig and running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. Anni took a few chugs of her beer, downing half of it in only a few large drinks, as a red-hot blush continued to burn furiously— she ended up gulping it so fast that she started to choke.
"Why do you have to be so damn hot—?" Nina interjected, before Anni effortlessly threw a filled-can of beer at her. She instantly got knocked to the ground with a loud stumbling fall, Nina muttered a small 'worth it' before running off. Anni smirked at Nina finally running off, even if she continued to choke on literal air.
"Geez— slow down, sweetheart. The drink isn't going anywhere," Anni continued to cough furiously when he said that, finally clearing her throat and gaining some much needed breaths of fresh air.
She tilted her head at the thought of the man that was currently infront of her. Douglas. He seemed sweet in her eyes and he was the first man out of a handful that didn't seem to stare at her in the same matter the others did. He was a bit hesitant to engage in conversation, but maybe he was just shy around girls? A lot of men are.
Doug chewed on his lip and narrowed his eyes as she gave a quick smile. He hummed a chuckle in his throat and couldn't help but smirk unknowingly to himself as she continued to clear her throat. She scratched the back of her head and shifted uncomfortably in her boots. With an amused sigh, the man infront of her grabbed a wrench and continued to work. He cleared his throat and stepped out from behind the truck, gripping his pair of fingerless gloves tightly behind his back with both hands as he stretched slightly, sliding himself back underneath the truck.
Damn. He was hot.
#simp party#simp party my beloved#anni my beloved#doug kinda fine ngl#oh my lawd#*screams*#anni and doug possible ship? maybe
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LILAC STEEL LEMON (and sapphire /pos) <33
oh em gee uno reverse !! u can put me under a microscope lovey (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i’ll sit still !!
#if u look inside my brain… all u will see is puppy n simp#bc thats all i is :3#u may see my one braincell vocal stimming wriothesley’s ‘wow’ ehehe#beloved; dumbi ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁#lady furina’s court `♡´#the lady’s tea party ₊˚⊹♡#https-furina
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steve harrington • requests // asks
( ANY REQUESTS AND ASKS FOR ALL CELEBRATIONS, SEASONAL THEMES, AND ONE-OFF INBOXES I GET, STEVE x YOU // mature content marked appropriately )
🔥 BECAUSE OF YOU, SERIES ( 500 FOLLOWER REQUEST )
PART 1 • PART 2 • PART 3 • PART 4 • PART 5 // ( 18+ )
❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )
👯 1000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION
"play it cool" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, requesting the cd because i think i need to explore more music and this seems like a good way to do that! | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this one is a lil fluffy, a lil flirty, a lil fun – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )
"don't go dark again" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, oh baby, you know I gotta ask for a song for my beloved, steve | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this just leaned real angsty, hurt / comfort for a monday morning – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )
"honey, i've got it bad for you" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, can i pls request a love note from steve <3 as for mood anything a little lovelorn and fluffy will do | ( love note steve harrington x reader, little fluffy, little lovesick, lots of sweet )
🎄 A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE – WINTER THEMED ASKS
"very merry mixtape" winter!theme REQUESTS are nested under the series / multi-part master list post *18+
👯 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION
"don't make me say it" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, you make me want things I can’t have prompt | ( 2k – mostly angst, dumb boi steve, and a little fluff right at the end to take you home, steve x reader )
"i hate you ( not )" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, love a good enemies to lovers smutty fic – anything works, just lots of sarcasm and name calling to build up the tension • *18+ | ( 3.6k – a nice lil mountain of angst that rolls down into a big ol’ valley of smut, steve x reader )
"good love makes you hesitate" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, don’t do this here prompt | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )
💌 CRAPPYMIXTAPE INBOX ASKS
"you gotta help me, baby" – REQUEST -> fluffy one about you having a summer job babysitting and Steve always coming over to keep you company...idc just Steve being a massive simp as always | ( 2.3k, modern!day au, fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader )
"shut up and kiss me" – REQUEST -> fluff prompt #25 "shut up and kiss me” • you get laid off and go back to hawkins for the weekend to wallow with your friends and the gang seizes the opportunity to try and get you two dummies to figure it out | ( 5.7k – fluff, a little angst, mostly fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )
"smoke and glitter" – REQUEST -> robin's been begging you to throw a party down yb the lake on your uncle's farm, like on another level, so you finally give in and who does she drag along? some co-worker from the mall and he's a total dork...right? | ( 2k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )
💌 MOOD BOARD x SONGS ASKS
"idiots -> lovers" steve harrington x you, idiots / enemies to lovers
"valentine's day" steve harrington x you, soft / intimate *18+
"best friends -> lovers" steve harrington x you, bffs to lovers
"enemies -> lovers" steve harrington x you, enemies to lovers at work *18+
#steve harrington#stranger things#steve stranger things#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things fanfiction#makeacrappymixtape#steve x you#steve harrington x fem#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington angst#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x reader smut#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington request#asks#moodboards
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I have seen the lack of trey clover request and I shall request some.
🍀Imagen him baking something and being to focused on the baking and mc just want some love and they just pull on his suspenders and take away his hat giving him a kiss and running away.
Or if you write this for the female zenitsu
🍀Her running to trey pulling him by his suspenders crying she is going to die and want him to marry her to let her live with him (what happend she saw a spider ace killed it and the cursed thing gave birth to 1000 mini spiders )rip ramshackle 💀
For those who don’t know, this is a reference to this post of mine. Also, I’m a huge Trey simp.
Trey Clover
You were just relaxing at Ramshackle, finishing up some assignments for the day when you received a text from your boyfriend. You, being you, immediately smiled and read it. It read as follows: I need some assistance with a particular treat. Would you like to come over and help me, my love?
Now, you were not one to pass up an opportunity such as this, so you told Grim that you would be leaving and that you left a can of tuna for him. You all but ran to Heartslabyul, and anyone who got in your way was promptly kicked, shoved, or punched out of the way. Poor Epel, he was just standing there and listening to a fellow classmate. Now he has a black eye and a personal vendetta against you.
Once you got there, you were let in by your beloved, and you clung to his arm immediately. The baker was used to you doing this, and even grew to like how openly affectionate you are. So, when he greeted you at the door, he held his arm out for you to wrap yours around it. He then led you to the kitchen, where the ingredients were waiting for the two of you.
The truth was, he didn’t actually need your help. He just knows that he hasn’t been able to spend too much time with you and he feels guilty about it. So, this is his solution. You would sit on the counter as he mixes the ingredients together, and you would tell him about your world and what you missed about it. This allowed him to know you and your background better.
When the treat was in the oven, and before you went to go greet the other dorm members, you quickly pulled Trey by the suspenders into a kiss. This surprised him, but he wasn’t opposed and quickly wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you closer and reciprocate the affection. However, it was all a ploy to really steal his hat and run.
For once in your life, your demon slayer abilities allowed you to make a quick escape with the fedora. Your boyfriend could not even try to get you back, so he just waited for your inevitable return to him. However, what he did not expect was for the oven to be done before you had come back with his hat.
Then, he received a text from you saying: Sorry, baby! Ace, Deuce, and I had to go get Grim for the Unbirthday Party! I’ll be back!!! He shrugged his shoulders and went to take the cake out of the oven. As he was waiting for it to cool before decorating, he heard someone screaming his name from outside. He rushed out only to be nearly tackled to the ground by you.
“TREY THERE WAS A SPIDER AT RAMSHACKLE. ACE SQUISHED IT AND IT HAD A MILLION BABIES!!!” You exclaimed as you jumped into his arms. He turned and looked to see Deuce a bit shaken up and Ace grabbing all of the bug spray that the dorm had before making his way back to your dorm.
Said baker put you down and wiped your tears before placing a kiss on your forehead, chuckling a bit at this silly situation. However, you noticed that he wasn’t taking this seriously and pulled him by the suspenders once again. Then, you exclaimed how you were going to die and that Ramshackle was unfit for habitation and you asked if you could stay at Heartslabyul with him.
As much as the idea sounds lovely (cuddling with you at night, being the last thing the other sees before they fall asleep and the first thing the other sees when they wake up, etc.), he knows that it is against the rules. But, you did stay the night for the week once Trey explained the situation to Riddle. The latter was a bit hesitant, but he realized that you have helped him out in his moment of need, so it only makes sense that he does the same.
#twst#twst x reader#twst wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#disney twst#trey#trey clover x reader#twst trey clover#trey x reader#trey clover#twst trey#twst trey clover x reader#twst trey x reader
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I bet you can't tell which one of them is my favorite (sarcastic)
I'll make another post later about Nadia because I love her so much I might need therapy 😭
I'm participating in brainrot's Vesuvia Weekly prompts and I'd like to encourage eveyone to join ^.^
Also, brainrot has a Discord server now, so if you're interested in getting to know others from the fandom and bond over our beloved character, I kindly recommend that you join. It's a safe place for every simp 💜
The Arcana Main 6 x Dara relationship dynamics
Asra: There is some romantic potential between the two, but it's not very much. They were childhood friends and are still very close. Because of that, people often mistake them for lovers. When I say they are close, I really mean it. Asra has no problem hopping into Dara's bed for some cuddles and he's one of the very few people who are allowed to touch them. They pretty much go everywhere together and even though they have separate beds in the shop, they often end up sharing. He's invited to every family gathering and special occasion. Dara can be a little oblivious when it comes to how others feel about them (coughs coughs Nadia coughs choughs), but Asra, being the cheeky person that he is, doesn't shy away from letting them know that a certain Countess might be in love with them. Asra was the first person Dara kissed, btw.
Nadia: Oh I could talk about these two all day. True love. That's it, true love. They met during the plague and quickly fell in love with each other. However, they didn't confess their love until after Nadia woke up from her coma. Dara is introverted but warm and patient, which is something that can be said about Nadia as well. Their relationship is as comfortable as it is passionate, filled with affection and care. They're both givers, which means they spoil each other 24/7 with gifts and all forms of affection. Neither of them trusts easily, but since they're both patient and kind, opening up was not a big issue (except that one incident but that's gonna be explained in Wounds of Magic, Scars of Love.) Nadia is Dara's favorite person in the entire world and they're giving her the special treatment. They seem like an open person, but there's still so much that they hide about themselves. Not from Nadia, tho. Nadia is the only person that Dara tells everything. They have some trauma, and so far, Nadia has been the only one they completely trusted with it. Whenever something happens, Dara's first thought is that they have to go and tell Nadia about it. No one is allowed to touch Dara without asking for first (except Asra and maybe a handful of other people), but Nadia is always an exception. Actually, Dara wishes she would touch them all the time. There is something about the Countess that makes Dara feel things that no one else ever has before. It's a relationship based on lots of love and mutual respect. When it's just them, everything feels so easy. They can be just Nadia and Dara with each other and I think that's beautiful. There's no pressure, no expectations. Just love. If there was a love story about a star and the moon, it would be about them. Hand in marriage when?
Julian: Dara can't really decide how they feel towards Julian. On the one hand, they'd party with him. On the other hand, they're giving him a bombastic side-eye. Julian is not bad and Dara is okay with hanging out with him once in a while, but they can't imagine getting any closer to him. However, sometimes they hang out at the Rowdy Raven and chat over some drinks and they worked together during the plague. When they share a common goal, they're willing to work together towards it.
Muriel: Sweet Muriel is a childhood friend of Dara. They drifted apart but later rekindled their friendship. Or more like, Muriel tolerates Dara more than he would with other people. Dara isn't someone who would force anyone, which is something that Muriel appreciates. However, Dara makes sure that Muriel never feels forgotten. Whenever Dara goes somewhere, they bring him back a little gift or occasionally show up at his hut to say hi, bring some goodies, and pet Inanna. Whenever there's an occasion, Dara invites Muriel and sadly, he often says no, but Dara lets him know that they could hang out later. Just the two of them. They both like chickens. Dara sometimes asks if they could hug Muriel.
Portia: Besties. They bake together and gossip together. When Dara and Portia sit down, they simply can't resist spilling all the latest tea. You know what TikTok trend about whoever brings up xy has to pay first? Yeah, it's them. I swear to gayness, they're like two grandmas. They pet and feed stray cats. Maybe occasionally bring them back to the Palace until Nadia says it's enough. Portia is someone that Dara trusts and considers a true friend. Lots of inside jokes and uncontrollable laughter. They also think that she's cute.
Lucio: Another character with romantic potential. At first, Dara just wanted to punch him. Now they want to punch him and then make out with him and it really confuses them. They're still salty about the way Lucio treated Nadia, but they also understand that Lucio is in some serious need of a therapist. With that being said, Dara is someone that Lucio can talk to about his past. As soon as they begin to understand why Lucio is the way he is, their judgement and hatred for him starts to disappear. When Lucio had the plague, Dara did their best to ease his suffering. If he ever needs a shoulder to cry on or just someone who listens, Dara is always available. They want to get drunk with him.
#nadia satrinava#countess nadia#the arcana nadia#nadia the arcana#arcana nadia#the arcana#nadia arcana#arcana#the arcana lucio#lucio arcana#arcana lucio#count lucio#lucio the arcana#portia arcana#the arcana portia#portia#portia devorak#portia the arcana#the arcana muriel#arcana muriel#muriel of the kokhuri#muriel the arcana#arcana asra#the arcana asra#asra arcana#asra the magician#asra the arcana#arcana julian#the arcana julian#julian devorak
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Ooo if you’re still taking requests pls do black reader with either sanji or ace next (or both!!)🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
YESSS I AMMM AND WILL DO LOVE!! i’m gonna doooo…BOTH<3
(u didn’t specify gender so i’m still going gn♡)
SANJI X BLACK READER IS SUCH A POWER COUPLE
ok first of if your a bit more thicc/chubby he adores you<3
he wont ever judge his beloved<3
let’s clear that up now okay? He loves you.
he also loves your hairrrrrrrr 😍
loves the texture and praises/compliments it in great detail
he will insist on washing it for you or at least helping you, especially if you have a lot of hair
he LOVESSSSS big Afro’s 😍😍
it just looks so majestic to him
will learn how to braid on and off scalp for you so you don’t have to blister/hurt your own fingers
even if it means he has to deal with the burning himself
will do any style no matter how long it takes
He just loves to be able to condition and style your hair and be like ‘yeah I did that for my s/o! 🦸‘
YES SUPERMAN LOL
another thing he loves is LOCSSSSS 💗💗
He finds it so mesmerizing and ethereal like💥💥💥💥
it just DOES something to him
yea man is a simp through and through
doesn’t mind at all when he notices your skin/hair is naturally oily and he tries to ask you in the softest way possible as to why its that way
in case your sensitive about it or if it’s just a you thing
but nope! It’s simply to help keep your skin/hair hydrated
ohhhh!
speaking of which everything about your culture is so fascinating to him
he asks all about it and I mean ESPECIALLY on the your traditional dishes
wants you to teach/cook him every recipe so he can make it for you should you ever miss food from home
btw let’s say you can cook for the headcanons, even if you can’t
will let you prepare you own dishes if you want
they smell so good too!! 🤤🤤
YUMMY
luffy WILL bother you to cook for him as well
if it gets on your nerves sanji will be there to shoo him away
sanji finds all your features attractive, from your nose, to your hair, down to your skin and lips
especially those juicy lips 😊😊
oh how he wants to kiss them for eternity<3
he also hypes you uppppp about ur fits!!
he thinks they’re fire and will spend all his money buying you more!!
def shows you off and compliments you like crazyyy
as far as AAVE.. he doesn’t get it for a while..
kinda just hahah..😅 (??)
he does get tho! After some time :)
feels so accomplished once he masters it but doesn’t really use it out of respect
just knows it to know what your talking about and be able to laugh at your jokes and stories 😋
might have to translate a few things to the rest of the crew..
LOL
not everything tho it’s not like your speaking a whole new language
but it is a good way to sneak comments about people to each other 😗
bonus! sanji 100% brags to zoro about you being his s/o
ace is very curious about..everything!
asks you lots of questions without holding back
he just wants to know all about you and your hair, culture, food, everything!
LOVES the fact that you for sure know how to throw a party
and dance too!
again let’s say you can for the headcanons
and don’t get me started on your cooking…
he smackin that food DOWN
yummy yummy 😋
make as much as you can and more because we all know this man has a huge appetite
plays with your hair a lot
he doesn’t like when his finger nails get caught tho 🤦♀️
YOU don’t like it even more! Your hair gets yanked from him trying to get it out! HE shouldn’t be the one complaining..😒
doesn’t normally pay much attention to clothes but does admit you can dress and GOOD
will compliment you too if your wearing something more extravagant than normal
but just know he thinks your fits are fire 🔥
LOL
he just doesn’t verbalize it all the time
maybe to Marco more than you 🤷♀️
he thinks all the stories you tell him from when you were little are HILARIOUS
like the time yo mama said she gon smack you into the next dimension if you do smth like that again
“HAHAHAHA”
“BRUHH ITS NOT FUNNYYYY”
tells whitebeard the stories you’ve told him
WHITEBEARD FINDS IT FUNNY TOO
random
Ace’s favorite meal you cook is your barbecue
😍😍
🤤
he hear that grill it’s time to EAT.
as for if reader is chubby
he doesn’t mind in the slightest and loves you in every way
doesn’t affect him much unless it affects your mental health
then he’ll do anything to make you happy
doesn’t know much about psychology and he needs to heal himself in which he likely takes you to Marco
but don’t worry this is different, it’s not some doctor that doesn’t care about you and only wants your money!
it’s Marco! The ship’s doctor! Ace’s friend! your friend!
so you know he genuinely wants to help :)
Ace probably will never end up getting AAVE..
he’s not dumb it’s just…
’wait what?? He’s confused..’
LOL
he knows it’s how you talk tho
which is just about all he knows
you could probably teach marco or izo and use it against ace by talking abt him 😂
not in a mean way, in a playful insult way
he feels really lucky to have you
he’s more likely to wash your hair if you ask him btw
don’t get me wrong he loves it
but would prefer to admire from a far
especially while in a Afro
when you have your hair in your ponytail he likes to press it down a bit, let it go and go “boing boing-“
“boy!-“ *smacks hand away*
yeaaa..you stop him
I’m really glad you requested these because I’ve been meaning to write more for ace and I wanted to write for sanji as well!
I actually have another ace draft coming………..sooner or later…BESIDES THE POINT! You can look out for it if you want some more ace content<3 hope you enjoyed your request anon!♥︎
#anime#anime and manga#luffyvace#anime headcanons#fluff headcanons#one piece#fluff#one piece headcanons#one piece x reader#straw hat pirates#whitebeard pirates#whitebeard crew#one piece ace#ace x male reader#ace x reader#ace x you#ace x y/n#portgas d ace#portgas ace headcanons#straw hat sanji#vinsmoke sanji#sanji x reader#black leg sanji#black reader#x black fem reader#x black male reader#x black plus size reader#x black reader#black y/n
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I'm a tad late to the Absolute Zero party, but before I start screaming about how good episode 1 was, a little background:
I've not watched a single show directed by New Siwaj. I've watched one (1) show written by him -- Double Savage, and if I never think about that show ever again, it will still be too soon. I have zero minimal New Siwaj baggage and will therefore be the control subject of the Absolute Zero watch experience.
Now that that's out of the way, Y'ALL. THIS EPISODE. WAS SO GOOD. I LOVE sad stories that make me feel like my heart is being punched out of my chest, and this show is already so goddamn sad. Suansoon's parents have been dead for SIX years, and he's lonely and grieving and depressed, and @twig-tea made the incredible observation that he also seems stuck in time, unable to move on from his loss. He meets Ongsa in an adorable movie theatre meet-cute that spoke so deeply to my sucker-for-classic-romance-tropes heart.
And it seems like Ongsa might already be aware of the time loop shenanigans, from him pursuing Suansoon so quickly -- "I wished Suansoon to be my boyfriend", to the unexplained tears he shed after watching Suansoon just smile and enjoy his company (and an icecream, yum!). Which adds to the intrigue, and to the overall melancholia of the show -- Ongsa wanting a relationship with Suansoon, just being present in Soon's life and making memories, even though he (potentially) knows in advance that it's gonna end in tragedy is some Arrival levels of sadness I was not expecting.
And most importantly, it's not all grey and gloom. The overall tone of the episode was definitely melancholic, yet the lighter moments of laughter, domesticity (cc @troubled-mind), and just.. contentment that Soon experiences in Ongsa's presence did not feel out of place. It was seamless and flowed well with the undercurrent of sorrow. And when I shared this with @bengiyo, he said, and I quote "Exactly, that's why I knew (the show) was gonna fuck us up". And he is absolutely correct. And I cannot wait to go fetal on the floor and just sob over these characters when the show finally decides to ruin us.
P.S: There are two sad gay shows currently on air (I Feel You Linger In The Air, my beloved) involving 1. time shenanigans and 2. smoking hot men that @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles and I can't stop ogling (though @waitmyturtles is currently alone in the "simping for Pastry Nat" camp) which is all a long-winded way of saying that we're having the time of our goddamn lives!
#one episode was all it took#if new siwaj fucks this up i will hulk out on this hellsite#absolute zero the series#absolute zero#absolute zero meta#new siwaj#suansoon x ongsa#ongsa x suansoon
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Princess, please?
Dynamics: Hoodie x Knives
Synopsis: Knives plan backfires lmao-
Warnings: Adult themes, FILTH SO SO MUCH FILTH, NOT PROOFREAD
Tags: @cyberp-1-nk
Word Count: 5.095
A/N: Welp. It was a nice try, Knives.
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Anni smirks to herself as she walks into the mansion with something hidden in her grasp. She can't help but playfully spin the item around one of her fingers, listening to the metal jingle and jangle in her grasp. As she made her way towards Knives' and Hoodie's room she can recall the conversation that was had earlier.
"I need you to do me a favor…" Knives looked at Anni, her eyes filled with a glint of mischief which almost immediately caught Anni's attention. Anni puts down her knife that she was cleaning and looks at Knives expectantly.
When Knives sees that she has Anni's undivided attention, her smirk stretches across her face and Anni knew whatever the favor was, it was going to be good.
"I need you to go into the Underworld and get me some of those handcuffs…" Knives says. The vague description was initially confusing to Anni as she shot Knives with a look of squinted eyes and a head tilt.
"Y'know the handcuffs, the ones that not even demons can break through." Knives specifies.
Suddenly Anni's expression lights up and soon her face is mirroring the same smirk that Knives' has. She knew exactly what Knives was talking about.
"You can find those right?" Knives questions, making sure Anni was able to fulfill the odd request.
"Oh, don't worry. Pretty sure I can find 'em somewhere." Anni laughs out loud. Anni thought to herself and immediately knew someone who could get her something like that…
So now Anni was walking towards Knives' door with the cuffs in hand. She knew this was gonna be a shit show and she fully supported it as she walked up to the bedroom door and knocked. Quickly the door opens and Knives gives Anni a grin as Anni playfully dangles the cuffs in the air, with a look of pride on her face.
"Have a good time.." Anni smirks as she hands over the cuffs and disappears down the hallway.
Knives closes the door and is quick to hide the cuffs before Hoodie comes back. She stashes them under the covers, making sure they were buried deep enough that they wouldn't be found by Hoodie but to where she could sneakily slip them out when the time was right.
She knew that Hoodie was on a day mission and would be back soon, he never liked to stay out long anyways…he didn't like to be away from her for too long.
She can't help but giggle to herself as she slips them under the sheets and then casually situates herself over them as if nothing is there at all. Now all she had to do was wait for Hoodie and she had a feeling that he wouldn't be long when he sent her a picture of his hard dick, straining against his pants and it was all for her…
Knives could barely wait to get her revenge on Hoodie. After all, it was about time she got her way with him. After the last time Hoodie had taken the time to fuck Knives, he had not held back at all. He made sure to let Knives know who was in charge and he made sure she felt every, single delicious roll of his hips, plunging his dick into her wet heat as deeply as he could. She still had marks from last time too. Every time she looked in the mirror she could see the pretty purple and pink bruises that decorated her skin. It made her face blush when she saw the bite marks that went along with the hickies.
But this time things would be different. This time she'd be the one giving Hoodie hickies and bite marks all over his neck, she'd be the one in control- teasing, kissing, sucking, biting. She was looking forward to pressing her pretty lips against his neck, right where his sensitive spot was. She could imagine the shivers and moans that would fall from his mouth in a lovely song of passion as she trailed her hands over his hard dick. It would be even better when she could listen to him whine and beg for her touch, as if she was the only thing he ever wanted.
Fuck Kate. She was going to make sure that he forgot Kate even existed by the time she was done with him.
With a sudden sound of heavy footsteps thumping against the carpeted floors from outside the hallway, she knew it was Hoodie. She layed on her side on the bed acting as if she was just simply watching her favorite show. She made sure she could still feel for the handcuffs and then lazily set her eyes on the television in front of her.
Soon after the bedroom door opens and shuts, the deadbolt on the door clicks locked and Hoodie is immediately making his way towards the bed. On his way he drops all his weapons and equipment and even yanks off his mask, forgetting about the miniscule items as his sights were on Knives who was feigning a look oblivion as she felt his blue eyes burn holes into the side of her head.
It all begins when he comes in front of her and straddles her waist with no words. She acted surprised as he pressed her against the bed and immediately closed the gap between them by smashing his lips against hers. She expected all of this but acted just as surprised as if it was the first time it was ever happening.
She could feel the need radiating off of Hoodie in waves as he messily made out with her. One hand was glued to her cheek, as he held her in place and the other hand carelessly groped, rubbed, and touched any part of her that he could reach.
His kisses were messy and intense. It was like he was starving for her and now he was finally getting a taste that he had been craving for. He tilts his head to the side, gaining more access to her lips and his tongue roughly presses against her lower lip in a demand for access into her mouth.
His hand on her cheek forces her mouth open more, allowing him to kiss her while his tongue explored her mouth with vigor. The makeout was a mix of tongue and teeth as he nipped at her bottom lip and made sloppy kisses against her swollen lips. It was all almost dizzying to Knives but she knew she had to remember what was currently under the sheets below her.
As the kissing and making out leads to more, Hoodie finds himself painfully hard and throbbing but he continues in his messy act of kissing and nipping at her lips. He pushes up her skirt and starts grinding against her clothed cunt through her underwear, with deep slow rolls of his hips.
He groans into her neck, his tongue licking up the area where he had previously left bite marks. She felt his hardened dick grinding against her crotch, his member begging to feel more and Knives indulged him. She knew what she was going to do as soon as he let his guard down and she could tell that he was slowly losing himself to his own pleasure.
Impatiently, Hoodie rips off his shirt and carelessly discards it off somewhere into the room. He gets rid of Knives' shirt too and was pleasantly surprised when he found that Knives was wearing no bar, giving him immediate access to her chest that he just adored, so much.
He pulls Knives' legs up and around his waist so she could lock her ankles and give him more leverage to grind against, getting more of the delicious friction. With feverish lips he leans down and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. He made sure to swirl his tongue deliciously around her bud and his other hand came up to kneed at her other breast.
Knives couldn't help but moan and let her eyes flutter shut for a moment. It just felt so good…
With every roll of Hoodie's hips, he manages to rub right against Knives' sensitive clit which pressed against her wet panties that were practically sheer by the amount of wetness that was collecting between her legs.
Hoodie's hand trails up from her breast to her neck, resting at the base and squeezing slightly as his mouth trailed up as well. He started to leave more hickies and bitemarks on top of old, previous marks from other long nights. And he took his time as he did so. His mouth moved smoothly across her skin, planting his lips and kissing her bruised skin. He even let his teeth graze the tender marks once or twice which elicited groans from Knives.
She could feel herself losing the plan a little more, every time Hoodie planted a kiss on her skin or had a big hand, or when he rolled his hips deeply, rutting against her, and his rubbing and groping at her chest didn't help either.
She needed to do this soon, before she completely lost her grip.
As Hoodie grinded his hips against hers, he could see a wet patch forming on the crotch of his denim jeans from a mixture of his precum and Knives' slick.
"Look at the mess you're makin' baby." He coos out with a chuckle. "So pretty." He drawls out in his deep southern accent.
Knives needed a way to distract him so in response to his sweet, honeyed words, she presses her lips against his, pulling him in by his neck. He was almost shocked by her sudden grasp but undoubtedly welcomed the sudden boldness as their lips met.
She let Hoodie take control of the kiss once again but instead of tangling both hands in his hair, one of her hands fishes around in the covers in search for the cuffs that she was eager to put on Hoodie. As she fishes around, looking for it, Hoodie is enamored with her lips to notice her focus but he is rudely broke out of his trance when his arm is moved and he hears a metallic…"CLINK"
Stopping for a moment, he looks up to find his left hand cuffed to the headboard. It takes him a moment to process things through his lustful haze but he glances at Knives and finds a huge smile plastered across her face and the reality hits suddenly.
At first he think its a joke.
"Haha, very cute baby. You can let me out now." He chuckles lightly, shaking his head in slight disbelief.
Knives tilts her head to the side slightly, with her innocent little smile that is too sweet to be true for the given situation.
Hm, I don't know…" Knives says, looking up at the ceiling seeming to be deep in thought for a moment as she ponders on Hoodie's request.
"Princess. Let me out, now." His voice comes off more stern this time but Knives can tell he is trying his best to pull off his sickly sweet, honeyed tone that is able to melt her into a puddle. But this time it was different, this time Knives was the one in control.
"I don't think I want to." she smiles. She can tell that Hoodie is losing his patience as soon as his brows furrow, but she was not going to be letting up.
"Princess, I swear if you don't-"
Hoodie practically chokes on his own words when Knives slowly rubs the palm of her hand up and down his clothed bulge. He had prolonged his own pleasure for so long while making out with Knives that he didn't realize how pent up and sensitive he was.
"What was that? Were you saying something?" Knives shoots him a confused look and continues to rub up and down his erection.
"Don't tease…" He hisses out. Hoodie hated not being in control and being in such a vulnerable state like this, Knives having all the control over him in her little hands. He swore this was going to be the end of him.
Feeling generous, Knives slowly undo his belt and zips down his zipper. Hoodie tried being subtle in the little roll of his hips, trying to grind against Knives' hand but she pulls it away with a smirk and waits for him to still his hips.
With a huff and furrowed brows, Hoodie stops and rests his hips against the mattress. As a reward for Hoodie's obedience, Knives hooks her fingers on his belt loops and pulls down his pants, revealing the huge bulge that tented his boxers and left a wet patch where the tip of his dick that twitched under the cotton.
Knives swore she couldn't stop herself when she took one finger and traced up and down the outline of his twitching cock. She took her thumb and rubbed slow little circles on his tip which is all it took for him to let out a pained moan.
"AH~ Shit! Don't do t-that-" Hoodie rasps.
She continued circling his hard length slowly and gently, teasing Hoodie until he starts rocking into her hand and grunts in pleasure and his breathing begins to quicken.
"You are driving me mad here, Princess." He curses out with breathless, groans.
Knives simply smirks, knowing full well what effect she was having on him. Hoodie feels heat rise up in his cheeks as he realizes his need for more. He needs to relieve some of the tension building inside of his body.
"Please baby, I need more." he softly says.
"Well since you said please.." Knives finally pulls down his boxers and out springs his hard cock that lewdly slaps against his stomach. It was truly a sight to see. His tip was flushed a pretty pink and has little beads of precum coming from it. His shaft had a few prominent veins and slightly twitched from the strong need of stimulation that Knives was currently teasing him with.
But Hoodie's worries are soon over when Knives wraps one of her hands around his length and slowly starts to pump up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
A guttural moan escaped Hoodie as he arched his back and clutched onto the sheets with his free hand. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth lolls open when Knives speeds up her pace, making wet slaps sound throughout the room.
Usually hoodie would be downright ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated…but right now all he could think about was how badly he wants to cum, how nice Knives' fingers felt against his sensitive dick that twitched and throbbed in her grasp. He swore he could cry when she rubbed a thumb against his tip, teasing it slightly with some feather-like touches.
"Ugh, s-such a good girl..fuck! Fuck being so good f'me." He groans out.
It was shocking how close he already was to orgasm, no one had ever been able to work him up so fast before but the coil in his stomach tightened and his balls twitched, signalling that he was about spill all over himself and Knives' hand…he just needed a little more.
Knives picks up on how his muscles tense and his back arches off the bed once again, his eyes are glassy and his mouth is lolled open. Even the knuckles on his free hand that is gripping the sheets turns white from the pressure of squeezing of so tightly, tensing up for his oncoming orgasm that was quickly approaching.
Knives smiles as she watches Hoodie get closer to the edge. His whole body is trembling from anticipation and the amount of precum that leaked from his dick was supplying enough lubricant that made every thing feel some much more pleasurable.
"You gonna cum?" Knives asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she watches Hoodie's hips twitch up and try to thrust up into her hand.
"Fuck..hah! Fuck yes, princess!" He grits out, grinding his hips upwards as he tries to push himself even closer towards the edge. Knees bending, Hoodie lets out another grunt and then lets out an anguished moan when a small drop of precum slides down the base of his dick.
His vision was starting to turn white as he feels his body shiver and his eyes roll into the back of his head, he can practically feel his orgasm….
Until Knives yanks her hand away. His dick twitches pathetically and Hoodie lets out a choked moan as his eyes shoot open and dart right towards Knives who was sitting on her knees with an innocent look on her face.
She did not just ruin his orgasm…
"W-What the….fuck was that?" Hoodie pants out.
Knives looks at him through her lashes and pouts her lips a little in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Knives coos. Her hand trails up his chest and back down to his v-line but abruptly stops right before she reaches his dick. Hoodie lets out a pained hiss in response and felt anger well up inside himself.
"You didn't fucking let me finish.." He growls out, clenching his jaw as he looked at Knives with narrowed eyes. Knives shrugs as if to say 'I wasn't finished yet', she really wanted to prove a point to Hoodie and so far she was pretty pleased with how it was going.
"Aw, m'sorry. I guess that was mean.." Knives frowns. She slowly starts to trace his hard length, reveling in his reactions as he bites his lips and humps his hips up against her hand.
"Darlin'…i-if you don't let me cum." Hoodie tried to warn but he kept pistoning his hips up into the palm of Knives hand that it felt too good to finish his sentence.
"What was that?" Knives laughs, watching him try to get himself off on her hand.
Moans start to leave his lips again but Knives pulls her hand away again.
Hoodie squeezes his eyes shut in frustration from the sudden lack of friction. At this point he swore that his dick was harder than a rock and it was painful with how it ached and throbbed for attention.
"Stop bein' such a slut and get me off…" Hoodie demands, his voice comes out more light than usual and filled with need as he tried his best to glare at Knives. Though it was hard to take him seriously when his lips were swollen from how he bite them, sweat beaded at his forehead, his eyes were glassy…it was the perfect view. Not to mention how Knives could see every divet and muscle on his body, all the scars and bruises that had formed over time. It was rare to see Hoodie's back arched off the bed, his legs spread wide as his rolled his hips up in the air.
"Not when you talk like that." Knives shoots back. She wasn't fully sure how much longer she'd be able to keep Hoodie from cumming but she loved how she teased him and edged him…it gave her another idea of how she could tease him.
"Y'know, I think i'll give you a break. You can just watch.." Knives smirks as she fully pulls her arms away.
Hoodie's eyes widen a bit and he opens his mouth to protest until he watches Knives press one of her hands to her chest, rubbing and kneading at her one tit sensually, just like he usually would. She rolls her nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She lets her head fall back and rubs both hands up and down her chest slowly, giving Hoodie a good show and successfully frustrating him even more.
She lets a soft moan rumble from her throat and she squeezes her breasts, rolling them slowly in her palms.
Hoodie could feel himself go lightheaded, gods he felt like he couldn't breathe. Knives was teasing him by flaunting her pretty tits and moaning like a whore while he was still unable to do anything to relieve himself.
"Tell me how pretty I am and then I might get you off.." Knives says in a husky voice. Hoodie, being out of his mind and intensely horny, he decided not to refuse.
"Please baby, please pretty girl. You are so gorgeous. So damn perfect, and ya' got the most perfect fuckin' tits.."
Knives trails one hand on his chest, rubbing and feeling up his muscles and abs but she didn't go any further. She wanted more.
"And…and you sound so damn pretty when you moan and call my name…gets me so hard so fuckin' fast."
Her hand trails lower, resting on his v-line. As another reward for his sweet words she leans down and presses kisses against his abdomen, letting him know that he was giving her exactly what she wanted.
"F-Fuck! And you look so dam pretty in that skirt, sweetheart. So pretty, wish I could just ran my hands over your pretty tits and fuck you so hard…."
Knives smiles and trails her kisses down. She reaches his v-line and kisses here and there in a few spots and then goes to his thighs. They were already perfectly spread apart, leaving no imagination to what was between them so she pressed little kisses to the insides of his thighs. She made sure to leave bite marks too during her assault on his sensitive skin.
Hoodie shivers in response and lets out a shaky moan. She was so, so fucking close to where he wanted. Maybe if he just ask really, really nicely…
"Ah! Princess, please suck me off. Please baby, i'll do anything to feel your pretty lips 'round me." he begs, watching as she kissed up his thighs and finally landed a kiss on his angry red tip.
She licks a long stripe up his dick and wraps her lips around the tip of his dick, sucking gently.
"Haaaaaa..mmfh" Hoodie moans. "FUCK! Keep goin' baby, please, please don' stop." Hoodie takes in a deep breath and begins moving his hips, forcing more of himself into her mouth. He lets out a loud cry, making Knives smile to herself.
When he moaned louder she took her time licking his length, making sure to use her tongue to lick straight across the tip.
"Ahh, ah…!!" Hoodie can feel himself getting ready to cum and boy was he going to cum hard.
“FUCK! Yes, please~ Sweetheart, yes!” He groans as his legs start to shake and his whole body begins to shudder. His dick throbs painfully in Knives mouth and he lets out a gasp as his hand pulls against the hand cuffs.
Almost there, so, so close…he could feel it…he was about to-
Then Knives leans up, away from his dick. She once again leaves him without stimulation, and it was lewd how a long string of saliva connected from her mouth to his dick as she pulled away.
"Princess. Please." Hoodie begs. He was so tired of being edged with no release that his voice came out in a deep, warning. However, Knives didn't care. She was sure that he was unable to break the cuffs and felt confident as she sat herself on his chest, smirking down at him and giving him a perfect view of her tits.
"No." Knives says simply. She expects him to beg some more, to try to melt her with some more sweet words and praises but instead she's met with silence.
Hoodie glares up at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes, it almost made Knives feel a little uneasy but she decided to reach back down behind herself to grip his dick, ready to tease him more.
She gives his dick a few more pumps and suddenly she stops when a loud "SNAP" sound rings through the air.
She knew exactly what it was. And now she realized she was fucked. (literally)
Before she could even blink, Hoodie flips her over and onto her back. He loomed over her with a scowl on his face and his eyes practically glowing with anger and frustration. He suddenly leans over her and snatches his belt up from the floor. With no time he wraps the belt around her wrists and securely ties them together, making sure she has no way out of this.
His hands dart out to push her legs back and into a mating press. Before she can get a word in she can feel his dick pressed against her entrance and he quickly sinks inside of her, groaning with sudden relief. He wastes no time before he starts to roughly pound his hips against hers, making sure to rail her into the bed as her hands stay bound together by his belt.
"AH! Hoodie..wait…I, too fast!" she gasps out.
"Really? Too fuckin' fast?" Hoodie seethes. "You fuckin' brat. You are gonna fuckin' take what I give you." He grunts, thrusting his hips into hers faster.
He roughly plants a hand under her chin, shoving her face up and giving him more access to her neck. He leans forward while drilling his dick into her, reaching impossibly deep inside her that Knives is left with no words and only strained moans and gasps.
His lips meet her neck and he doesn't care to leave any sweet little kisses there, instead he grates his teeth against her skin and bites her roughly. Roughly enough to draw little blood which has Knives' head spinning in circles from the sudden pain.
"You fuckin' like that you slut?" He spits out.
Knives doesn't answer and instead she lets her head hit the pillow behind her and she suddenly cums around Hoodie's dick. The sudden warmth from her orgasm and the tightness of her walls clenching around him has Hoodie reeling and gasping, making him shoot thick ropes of cum into her pussy.
Instead of stopping and giving himself and Knives time to ride out their orgasms he keeps thrusting his hips forward, making no moves to stop and take a rest.
"BRAIN! Brain, p-pleeasee-" Knives cries out desperately. She could feel all the cum and slick inside her cunt, start to slowly pool out and lather against the inside of her thighs, creating a wet mess. Not to mention she had barely came down from her previous orgasm and Hoodie was already building up another inside her.
"Don't fuckin' Brian me. Remember, you asked for this you whore!" Hoodie growls through clenched teeth as he pulls out slightly, only to slam right back into her.
Knives' eyes fill with tears as her body limply rocks back and forth from the power of Hoodie's thrusts.
"Oh, don't tell me ya' like this dirty talk, baby.." Hoodie teases. A sadistic smile comes to his face as a fat tear rolls down her cheek and her moans start to sound like they're straight from a porno.
"Tell me baby, who the fuck do you belong to?"
Knives scrambled to find the words, any words at all but all that comes from her mouth is slurred mumbles and moans.
Hoodie scowls at her as if she were a child and roughly smacks the palm of his hand against her ass, causing her to jolt against him.
"Use. Your. Words." He hisses.
"Msorry…goin' so, so fast." she whines.
In response to her whines he delivers another harsh slap to her ass, causing more tears to roll down her cheeks.
"Are you so fucking cockdrunk that you've gone dumb baby?" He sneers.
"I..'msorry….just, just…too fast!" she sobs. A hiccup erupts from he throat and her hands grip at hte leather that binds them.
"Aw, am I goin' too fast for you? Such a fuckin' baby." he rolls his eyes in a mocking way and watches as Knives' resolve continues to crumble.
"Such a dumb little slut f'me. Can't even form words, you're so cockdrunk." Hoodie slurs out and his hands grips her hips, pulling her down on him in order to get more leverage in his thrusts.
"Poor baby, can’t handle too much pleasure” Hoodie coos. To make things worse he reaches his hand down between their two bodies and mercilessly rubs at her clit.
She lets out a small sob and tries to wiggle her hips away but Hoodie has her glued in place with her legs thrown over his shoulders.
"MMh! Hoode…m'gonna - m'gonna cum!" Knives gasps out.
"Then cum with me you slut." Hoodie demands. He focuses on the way his hips slap against hers and he buries his head in her neck, biting and sucking marks there as he orgasm comes like a semi-truck.
"AH! Fuck-" Hoodie cusses as he spills inside her once again, painting her insides white with his hot, thick seed.
Not too long after, Knives lets out a scream of his name and gushes around him, creating more of a mess on the sheets below them.
Finally, Hoodie's hips still and he gently rubs his hands up and down her sides as her body shivers and she slowly comes back down from her orgasm.
When Knives opens her eyes, she comes to find Hoodie pressing soft kisses to her now bruised flesh. He catches her eyes and brings his hand up to gently cradle her cheek.
he tenderly presses a kiss to her lips and rests his sweaty forehead against hers, almost as an apology for how rough he was earlier.
"Why are you sooo meann?" Knives whines softly.
Hoodie playfully rolls his eyes and mocks her own words in a high pitched tone as he leans up to untie her hands.
"WhY aRE yOu sO MeAN?" He mocks with a horribly high pitched tone.
Knives pouts and gently pushes his head off to the side in annoyance.
"I don't sound like that." she utters in a defeated voice.
"Aw, what happened to all that confidence you had earlier baby?" Hoodie chuckles lightly as she turns her head to she side, her cheeks have a light blush that proves how flustered she was.
"What? Did I fuck it out of you?" Hoodie asks with a grin.
Knives looks up at Hoodie again with an exasperated sigh. Hoodie can't help the genuine smile that fights its way onto his face.
"Gods, why do you have to be so damn cute all the time?"
He leans in for another kiss and runs his hands through her now tangled hair.
He swore that one day she would be the death of him.
#knives and hoodie hours#knives my beloved#simp party#simp party my beloved#simp party smut#oc time#ocs
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Sweet S/O gets a cruel punishment
[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Nagito Komaeda ] [ Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair ]
⚠️ This contain a little bit of spoilers
This was requested by @sleepyone2three, thank you for requesting it!! The version of the other characters requested you can find it in the masterlist
Im so sorry!! Im a really simp for Nagito and I think i expressed it pretty well here, still I did my best and I really hope you enjoy it
It hurt me write this but at the same time i enjoy it like you have no idea 😭😭
The trip to that strange island was pretty weird, and still almost everyone seemed to don't care much about it and just want to enjoy it. Nagito being one of those who doesn't seem to care much, he knows that the island is kinda suspicious but he doesn't say much about it, just happy that his lucky give him the opportunity to enjoy of this trip with his amazing classmates, and more important, you, his beloved partner, the hope of his life
When Monokuma revealed his plan to everyone Nagito doesn't take it too bad, maybe blaming his bad luck but aside from that he just stays cheerful, saying that everyone will find a way to get out of there and with your own positivity helps others to stay positive and don't freak out immediatly, winning hope and motivation to continue
The first days, even when everyone were wary of the situation most of them were willing to work together, specially since Twogami take the role of the leader. However you know Nagito really well to know that he was acting different but he deny it anytime you ask him about it (also, he was more focused on your well-being as normally and he wasn't causing troubles yet, so you shouldn't worry so much)
But then the first trial came, everyone were really nervous since the party was supoused to prevent this but still everything become a mess in a second, mixed between investigate and don't fully believe what were happening you tried to cheer everyone to find the culprit, to don't let Twogami's death be in vain
Is probably you already suspect that this was by Nagito's hand but still when he revealed that he was the one who planned all the killing was pretty shocking. It has to be Hajime and you the ones calming everyone down and make them think clear before voting by anger towards him and condemning everyone
Nagito hated seeing you so worried about him but he has to continue to help you bring hope to everyone, he was planning to properly apologize to you for all what he has done after the trial but being attacked and chained stoped him from doing so
When the news of what they did to Nagito reached you you weren't happy, but as much you find their conduct reprehensible you understand why they are doing it, so you do your best to convince them to let him free, promising to personaly watch over him so he won't do anything bad again, and they accept it (a little hesitant but at least you will be able to free him from the chains)
Once you went where he was kept locked up he received you with his normal self depracating attitude, but just as always you treat him with nothing but love and sweetness, even after almost killing someone and making everyone fear him, even after making you worried sick of him possibly truly being the culprit you still greet him with a smile and even take time to ask him how he was. He apologize to you for everything he did, even calling him rude names but you just respond with your usual sweetness, scolding him for doing such thing but still don't leaving him alone, you even go as far and take care fo him, making sure the chains didn't hurt him, making him company while he take breakfast and making sure him propertly rest, even making sure that this time he do it in bed
Just as you promised you were making sure that Nagito doesn't plan anything weird and deal with others when they don't want to directly talk to him out of fear or anger (what he totally understand), or even defending him when you feel like others are just being unfair or overreacting about him (specially when the second trial come)
You don't let anyone opinion affect you nor even make you doubt him, not the rest of your classmates, not him, not even Monokuma have managed to make you doubt or lose hope and that is something Nagito admire and love, your unbrekable hope is giving him hope too, this is the hope he is searching for and he is sure that, even when you are stuck with him you still bring hope to others, you are the one who can truly make everyone bright with a beautiful hope and that is why he decided to just follow you and look after you, he doesn't has to try and give them a little push because you are the one giving them hope, he just need to help you, to be with you
However the killing game were just getting more and more difficult, with Monokuma bringing out new incentives and hints of things that just confuse everyone, just like the Future Fundation or the posibility of a traitor between them, and the more resent incentive were a problematic one
The despair disease is one that change the personality of the affected, turning them into someone completely different in some way, and unfortunately you were one of those affected, making you lose that sweet smile of yours that always decorated your lips or that soft eyes that could calm anyone, making you hold an annoyed expression like if you were mad for just even been there. That morning you greeted Nagito with an annoyed expression and just passing from him, like if talking to him were a waste of time and even when he think that of himself you never treated him like that before, you even scold him for treating himself like that
Everyone was surprised because some of them were acting really weird, and of course your change didn't went unoticed, your usual sweet words were vanished and replaced for bad comments and insults
In this case could be that Nagito were infected too, and since he is just lying and just doesn't shut up someone will have to separate the two of you before you start to fight with him for being so annoying and for being insulting you. However if is the case that he isn't infected he is really shocked about your change, and, as much as he believes that he deserve to be treaten like that he knows you will never do it, did someone did something to make you change? Did HE did something that made you mad? or is the work of Monokuma?
After Monokuma explained that all of this is an incentive and Mikan offering to take care of everyone, she took all the affected to the hospital but you take another road not really wanting to follow them and Nagito followed you, he wanted to make sure you were alright (even if he says the contrary), but right now he weren't doing anything aside from annoying you, you had even screamed at him, calling him a creppy and asking to leave you alone but Nagito just can't, he was growing desperate, where it goes his sweet partner? the one who had took care of him and loved him? The one that was full of hope?
But non of his questions will be answered because Monokuma came to you two, teasingly he ask what you where doing, weren't you supposed to be in the hospital? But right now you couldn't care less about that, not when Monokuma was finishing with the little patience you had behind, reaching your limit you end up screaming and hitting him with all the anger you have
If Nagito were fully in his senses he will tried to help you, and even when he tries his luck didn't helped him this time because you fate was marked when you threw that blow, Monokuma was annoyed by your actions but at the same time were happy to finally get out of the problem you are, so with all the excitement in the world he remember you the rules and before you could even say something he attacked you mercilessly, laughing while he just leave your body fall to the floor to wait the death
Nagito was devastaded, he wanted to help you but even when you were bleeding you still were angry, pushing him away even calling him usless, and he just accept it, Nagito just sit there watching you die in pain because he can't do anything, all your harsh words repeat in his head again and again like a broken record but this time he is starting to believe that he deserve it, he deserve to recive that threat from you because he is so usless that he can't even save you
Nagito blame himself for your death, he fully believes that it was because his bad luck, and even when he says to everyone that all of you just have to continue deep down the memory of you being rude is hunting him down, it doesn't let him alone when he is awake and when he is asleep. Nagito desperately wants to remember the sweet and hopeful you, but your annoyed and angry expression remember him that he doesn't deserve to be treated kindly
#danganronpa#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa goodbye despair#nagito komaeda#nagito komaeda x reader#nagito x reader#komaeda x reader#video games x reader#x reader#x gn reader
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[ cacophobia. || zack foster. || gigglers. ]
CONTENT WARNINGS - Heavy mentions of insecurities, self-loathing, and bullying.
TAGS - @insane-horror-movie-addict @cheesefanboy2
A/N - This is one of the oc backstories that need a bit more of a trigger warning-- so, be warned. This gets kind of disturbing throughout the story. This is the first Giggler backstory, since he was the first.
" 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. " — 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐋.
Zack stands in front of the full-length mirror, staring at his reflection with a mixture of disgust and despair. He hates how his body looks - the way his stomach protrudes, the flabby arms, and the love handles that give him a shapeless appearance. He can't help but feel like a failure, like he's let himself down by not taking better care of his body. He glares at himself in the mirror, feeling the weight of his self-loathing bearing down on him. His eyes trace every inch of his body, scrutinizing every imperfection and flaw. He feels like he's drowning in despair, like there's no way out of this endless cycle of disappointment and shame.
Eyes narrow in pure disgust, as he pokes and pulls at the small bits of chub attached to his body. As he trails his fingers alongside his body, the dysmorphia clouding his vision— and he can't help but feel absolutely disgusted with himself, he could never be like his siblings. His brother was a handsome jock— extremely tall, and fit, girls were constantly crowding his brother and Zack couldn't help but envy him. While his brother was tall— and handsome, he felt short and chubby. He felt disgusting. He loathed himself.
Zack's father walks into the room and greets him with a broad smile. "Hey there, big guy," he says, ruffling Zack's hair. "Looking a little chubby there, huh? You gained a bit more.." At first, Zack laughs along with his dad, thinking it's just a harmless joke. But then he sees the look of amusement fade from his father's face, replaced by something else entirely. It's a look of disappointment, like he's let his father down by not being thin enough.
Zack's cheeks start to tinge with red, and he feels a lump form in his throat. He tries to hold back the tears, but they start to spill over anyway. He can't help but feel like he's not good enough, like he'll never live up to his father's expectations. As he starts to cry, his father looks at him with confusion. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, not realizing the impact of his words.
But Zack can't even speak. He just cries, big, fat tears streaming down his face. He feels so insecure, so ashamed of his body, and his father's comment has only made things worse. His mom rushes into the room, sensing that something is wrong. When she sees Zack's tears, she immediately knows what's happened. She scolds his father, telling him how hurtful his words were and that he needs to be more careful.
Zack's father looks contrite, realizing for the first time the damage his words have caused. He apologizes to Zack, telling him that he didn't mean to hurt him and that he loves him no matter what.
But the damage has already been done. Zack can't help but feel like he'll always be judged for his appearance, like he'll never be good enough. His mom tries to comfort him, telling him how beautiful he is and how much she loves him. But he doesn't believe it. After all, who could love someone like him? He thought he looked disgusting.
His mom looks at him with worried eyes. She sees the look on his face and immediately knows something's wrong. "Zack, what's going on?" she asks, her tone gentle and concerned.
Zack can't bring himself to meet her gaze. He feels ashamed of his appearance, like he's let everyone down. But his mom won't let him wallow in self-pity. "Hey, look at me," she says, taking his face in her hands. "You are not your body. You are so much more than that."
Zack feels a glimmer of hope stir within him. Maybe his mom is right. Maybe he's been too hard on himself. His mom continues to speak, her voice soothing and reassuring. She tells him how much she loves him, how proud she is of him, and how much he means to her. And slowly, but surely, Zack starts to believe her. He looks at himself in the mirror again, but this time with a newfound sense of acceptance and compassion as she leaves his room. He sees his imperfections, but he also sees the potential for growth and change. But as he drags his eyes toward the mirror again— the overwhelming feeling of loathing and insecurity.
Maybe he can change. Maybe then, he'll find someone to love him.
— . — . —
Zack has always struggled with his weight. He's tried every diet under the sun, but nothing seems to work for him. But today, he's feeling particularly motivated. He wakes up early, before the sun has even risen, and puts on his running shoes. He's determined to stick to his new exercise routine and finally shed those extra pounds. As he steps outside, he takes a deep breath of the cool morning air. The sky is still dark, but he can see a faint hint of pink on the horizon. The birds are just starting to wake up, and he can hear their chirping in the distance.
Zack starts off slow, jogging down the empty street. He focuses on his breath, making sure to inhale deeply and exhale slowly. He feels his heart rate start to pick up, and he knows he's getting a good workout in.
As he rounds a corner, he sees the sun slowly rise, and he feels a sense of confidence and optimism wash over him. The way his muscles overexerted themselves as he ran through the early streets, the way sweat helplessly trickled down his forehead. He knew he was overwhelming himself— but he needed to get this done, he needed to get rid of the body he loathed. He wanted to be in a body that everyone would love, he wanted to be in a form that he would love.
But he knows he can't stop for long. He takes off again, pushing himself harder. He can feel the sweat starting to form on his brow, and his muscles start to ache. But he keeps going, focusing on his goal. As he nears the end of his run, he can feel his body starting to tire. But he's determined to finish strong. He picks up the pace, sprinting the last few yards.
Breathless and sweating, Zack finally comes to a stop. He looks up at the sky, now a brilliant blue, and takes a deep breath. He feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him, knowing that he's one step closer to his goal of losing weight and getting healthy. But his confidence is short-lived. As he runs down the street, he hears a car honk loudly. He looks up to see a group of kids from his school, who start to yell insults at him, taunting him about his weight.
"Hey Piggy!"
"Woah, isn't that Jake's younger brother?!
Zack feels his face flush with humiliation and anger. He wants to lash out at them, to tell them how wrong they are. But he can't find the words. He just stands there, feeling helpless and alone as they loudly honk their horn at him— Zack felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him. He tried to hold back his tears, but they came anyway, especially when they started throwing food at him degradingly. Soon, he was crying uncontrollably. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket and tried to wipe his tears, but they just kept coming. Zack sniffled and hiccupped as he tried to regain his composure. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but it was no use. The tears just kept streaming down his face. He felt embarrassed and vulnerable, but he couldn't help it.
After a few minutes, Zack managed to pull himself together. He took a few more deep breaths and wiped away the last of his tears. He knew he had to get back to jogging, but he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. What was even the point anymore? In his mind, he would forever be trapped in this undesirable body. He felt like an idiot for wanting to change, he'll always be like this— no matter hard he tries.
— . — . —
Zack has been struggling with his weight for weeks— even if cut back on all the food, and even started to work out, nothing seems to work. He's tried every diet and exercise program out there, but nothing seems to work for him. He's sitting at the family dinner table, staring down at his plate of food, barely touching it. His eyes are sunken and he looks more than depressed. His eyes are sunken, and he looks defeated— nothing seemed to ever work out and it was frustrating.
His mom notices his lack of appetite and gently asks, "Zack, are you okay? Are you going to eat your dinner, honey?" She reaches over to sooth her son, but as soon her hand brushes against his arm— he flinches.
But before Zack can even respond, his older brother Jake chimes in. "Why bother eating, Zack? You're already so fat," Jake says with a smirk. His heart sinks at the snarky comment— he hated his brother and his stupid friends. He hates when his family makes fun of him for his weight. His sister, who's sitting next to Jake, even laughs at his comment.
Their mom quickly scolds Jake. "That's not a nice thing to say, Jake. You need to be kind to your brother," she says in a stern voice. But the damage has already been done. Zack feels embarrassed and ashamed. He pushes his plate away, no longer interested in eating. He knows that he needs to lose weight, but it's hard when his own family makes him feel so bad about himself.
His sister notices his reaction and tries to make him feel better. "Hey, don't worry about Jake. He's just being a jerk," she says, reaching over to give him a pat on the back. Zack appreciates her kind words, but he still feels down. He knows that he needs to find a way to feel good about himself and take control of his health. But at this moment, all he can do is sit there, feeling sad and defeated. He stuffs a few miserable bites into his mouth, before pushing himself off the table— and ignoring his mother's encouraging words.
Zack rubbed one of his tearing eye with the ball of his hand and stepped out of the kitchen, stretching his free arm as high as it would go. With a groan, he walked down the hallway towards the outside, his house burning with the bright, luminous moon above. A loud sigh escaped her lips and his brown eyes shimmered like glass against the moonlight that bore through a large window in his living room. His feet walked his body to the glass slider door leading into his rather large, fenced backyard. He left his house with a sour expression, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he ventured into the night.
He didn't know where he was going— he just needed to be somewhere else.
As the somber walks closer to the exit of the woods, the whistling wind wafts in a refreshing breath of air which mildly causes the pungent smell of dirt to drift further away temporarily. Reaching his desired destination, the boy slowly but surely leans his head close to the running, sparkly water to satisfy his parched throat only to briefly arrive at a halt by his very own reflection.
Zack's saddened eyes had widened and the glint in his brown hues fades away like a lost star until fear finally decides to take residence in his eyes. The serene tune produced by the springtime breeze mischievously plays with his blond hair. He looked disgusting— he shouldn't even have eaten. Narrowing his eyes, he stuffed both of his fingers in mouth till it grazed the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. Mountains of vomit spilled from his mouth as he coughed and struggled to breathe. Tiny drops of puke dives into the running long torrent of freshwater; forming a miniature splash. The blurry reflection reveals the appearance he hated. He loathed himself so much.
He angrily swatted at the flowing stream of water, glaring angrily as it revealed the reflection he hated. The water eventually settles and reveals Zack's appearance once again, and of course, the very sight had him rooted to the ground. But for a moment, somebody else had flickered into the reflection. A stranger. Long cotton-candy colored hair with a cute bright-colored ribbon tied in the back of her hair, a dress that had been covered in cute little decorations and a very pastel color palette, she looked to be about his age, maybe a bit older. She had a permanent grin on her face, but something told him she was anything but friendly.
"U-uhm—? Hello—?" Zack questioned, staring at the running torrent of water, while droplets of vomit continued to drip from her lips. Quickly wiping it, he turned back to the woman— who seemed a bit closer this time.
"You don't look so well," The mystery woman's expression softened, becoming a less unhinged grin as she sat down near him. "What's wrong?"
Zack knelt by the river, his stomach churning as he tried to steady his breath. He had always struggled with his appearance, but today it felt like too much to bear. He had just finished puking, and the tears in his eyes blurred his vision as he looked down at his reflection in the water. "Why do you care? You don't even know me."
"I'm just concerned. Is that so wrong?" The mysterious woman with long pink hair and a pink dress sitting beside him. Zack was taken aback, unsure of what to make of this mysterious stranger. But her gentle voice soon put him at ease. "So. Is everything okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn't quite pinpoint.
At first, Zack was skeptical. He wasn't used to opening up to strangers, especially not ones that looked like they had stepped out of a fairytale. But something about her made him feel safe, and he found himself pouring out his heart to her. "I hate my body," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could look like my brother. He's so much more attractive than me. He doesn't ever have to deal with people constantly teasing and degrading his appearance— he's everything I want to be. Tall, handsome— skinny."
The woman listened patiently, nodding along as Zack spoke. When he was finished, she reached out and only stared up at the sky. Right as she was about to offer him a deal he couldn't refuse, he cut her off. "Please. Don't try to tell me to love myself just the way I am— I mean, look at me! I'm disgusting— I have pimples all over my face, I'm short— I'm even overweight! I can't have anything in life."
"I don't care for meaningless words of encouragement. Now if you're done interrupting me— I have something to offer." Zack felt a tinge of curiosity spreading through his chest as he looked at her. He didn't know how she knew exactly what to say, but it was as if she had seen right through him. Her tone was sharp, and even if she still had that soft smile, the way her eye slightly twitched had indicated she was annoyed.
"I know a way to help you. To give you exactly what you want. But you need to tell me right now— and after you answer this, there is no going back!" An unsettling chuckle escaped her mouth as she stretched her soft lips into an empty smile, "Now. What is it you desire?"
This question seemed so strange. It came out of nowhere— and it's not like she could even solve this problem, unless she was a type of magician. But still, he felt obligated to answer, "I don't want my body to be like this. I don't wanna be unhealthy— I don't wanna be short, I wanna look…I wanna be handsome. I want to love the body I'm in." His words were nearly silent, bit he still continued on as the mysterious woman listened intently.
"And, would you do anything for this wish?" Akuma 's eyes were a sight to behold, both mesmerizing and unsettling at the same time. They were luminous pink, almost like glowing orbs that seemed to emanate their own light. The irises were large and round, with a depth that seemed to draw you in, as if you were falling into an endless pit. They were framed by thick, long lashes that fluttered with every blink, casting shadows on her pale skin. "Absolutely, anything?"
As she stared at Zack, her eyes seemed to bore into his soul, as if she could see every thought and feeling he had ever had. They were intense, almost hypnotic, and he found himself unable to look away. The pink glow seemed to intensify as she spoke, as if the emotions she was feeling were reflected in her eyes. He nodded, "Yes."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" But there was something unsettling about those eyes too, something that made Zack feel uneasy. They were too intense, too otherworldly, as if they belonged to a creature from another realm. They seemed to hold secrets that he could not fathom, and he wondered if he should be afraid. She smiled as a cupcake suddenly appeared in her hand, and she offered it to him. Zack was skeptical— he knew never to accept food from strangers, especially since they could be poisoned.
"You just vomited, so you must be hungry, right? A small cupcake won't hurt." She smiled, taking a small bite of it, just to prove it wasn't poisoned— before offering the sugary treat to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, deciding it was probably safe considering she had taken a bite out of it and remained unscathed. He shrugged, grabbing the irresistible sugary treat and took his own bite out of it. As the woman stood up and walked away, her eyes continued to haunt him, their pink glow fading into the distance. He knew that he would never forget those eyes, and that he would always wonder what secrets they held.
"Enjoy your new body!"
What had she meant by that? It was such a strange thing to say— but then again, a lot of strange people live around this area, so he wasn't surprised. He shrugged, taking another bite out of the cupcake.
— . — . —
Zack woke up with a start, feeling disoriented and confused. As he tried to shake off the grogginess of sleep, he realized that something was very different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it at first, but as he sat up, he realized that he was too tall for his bed. He looked down at his hands, and realized with a start that they were much larger than they had been before. He was also more muscular all of a sudden, as if he had been working out for years. He couldn't believe what was happening.
Panic set in as he tried to stand up, and he hit his head on the ceiling. What was going on? Was he dreaming? He stumbled out of bed, his feet feeling too big for his slippers. As he walked, he realized that everything around him looked different, as if he were seeing the world from a different perspective. As he made his way to the bathroom, he hit the doorframe with his head, and had to bend down low to get through. And then he saw himself in the mirror, and gasped in shock.
His eyes were glowing pink, just like the strange woman's had been. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was this some kind of strange dream? As he stared at his reflection, he realized that his face was different too. His jaw was more defined, his cheekbones higher, and his skin smoother and clearer than it had ever been before. He felt a mixture of confusion and excitement, as he realized that he was in a new body. But how was this possible? And what did it all mean? As he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe. This was a new beginning, a chance to start over and be whoever he wanted to be.
But at the same time, he felt a sense of loss for his old body and his old life. He wondered what would happen to his family and friends, and how they would react to his new appearance. As he stumbled out of the bathroom, he realized that he had a lot of questions to answer. But for now, he was just excited to explore his new body and see what it was capable of. He had a feeling that this was just the beginning of a wild and amazing adventure. He even flexed his arm— smirking at the muscle being flexed
Zack's heart was racing as he heard his bedroom door open and his mom's footsteps approaching. He knew that she was going to freak out when she saw him, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.
"ZACK?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" his mom exclaimed as she entered the room. "YOU— YOU—...You're a completely different person!"
Zack tried to calm her down, but she was already rushing to go get his dad. He didn't want to cause a scene, but he couldn't help the way he looked. As he watched his mom leave the room, he felt a sudden coughing fit coming on. He raised his hand to his mouth and coughed up a bit of pink liquid. It pooled in his palm and began to glow, casting an ethereal light across his skin. He narrowed his eyes, trying to understand what was happening to him.
The liquid continued to glow, pulsing with a strange energy that seemed to come from deep within him. It was as if his body was trying to tell him something, trying to communicate in a language that he couldn't quite understand. As he stared at the glowing liquid, he realized that this was just the beginning. There was so much more to discover about his new body, so much more to explore and understand. He couldn't wait to see what other surprises it held.
But for now, he had to deal with his mom's freakout. He took a deep breath and prepared to face the music, knowing that this was going to be a long and difficult conversation. But he was ready for whatever came his way, as long as he had the strength of his new body to carry him through.
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Get to know 5wirl!
Characters: Aether, Xiao, Kazuha, Venti, Heizou, GN!Reader
Warnings: Think of a harem and that's essentially the relationship 5wirl has with you in this fanfic. Written before 2.7 and therefore before 2.8 came out, Xiao can make stuff [coughs for you coughs coughs], just some random headcanons I came up with.
Notes: If you want to learn more about Lumine and ILLUMIN8, please check out my Meet ILLUMIN8 fanfic!
Aether is a total sweetheart and softie. He would totally give you gifts on the holidays, and would probably plan a birthday party for you with the other members of 5wirl. His fans love to talk about his fluffy hair, and sometimes compare him to a teddy bear. His sister, Lumine is in the band ILLUMIN8, and is always bombarded with questions about Aether and constantly drags him away from you.
Xiao is more reserved, but is still very affectionate. He’s known throughout the industry as less talkative, but he has a whole group of fans that simp for his voice. He loves creeping up on you and burning his face in the crook of your neck. He always makes the gifts he gives you by hand, and they’re always super-detailed and cute! You have a whole collection of stuffies that he’s made for you over the years at this point. Xiao is usually in the background of the band, tying the songs together. No cap, he’s emo, hot, and popular.
Kazuha is the fan-favorite. He probably also streams, and it’s just the whole 5wirl gang being crackheads all the time, but he also plays chill games like animal crossing and streams with Beidou. His whole streamer setup is really pretty and aesthetic j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶. He posts his random poems on tweeter and thumblr (most of them are about you). He enjoys playing with your hair, no matter how long or short it is. Kazuha is one of the songwriters (and he basically bases all the love songs on you).
Venti is the OG member- he came first, and formed the whole 5wirl group, even if it used to be called 4nemo. Every 5wirl fan knows Venti’s signature “ehe~” he does at the end of every show. As a fact, Venti once wore a revealing angel costume for halloween once a̶n̶d̶ ̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶f̶a̶n̶f̶i̶c̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶i̶m̶p̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶f̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶. He loves writing ballads and songs for the group.
Heizou is is the new kid, but he’s already beloved by the community. Rather smart and slightly bratty, there’s already a ‘No sh*t, Sherlock’ meme with his face that’s trending. Press his temples and beauty marks, and he’s broken for the next hour.
You, the much beloved 5wirl manager, target of many ship fanfics with every member. You won’t deny, you find many of them wholesome and occasionally send them in the group chat (earning much jealousy). You can’t deny, it shocks you to see how many people ship you with all the 5wirl members… but you aren’t complaining. You love all the 5wirl members, and they love you! :)
#kazuha kaedehara#genshin impact#genshin xiao#genshin fanfic#genshin#genshin impact x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x you#genshin fanfiction#genshin fluff#genshin headcanons#genshin imagines#xiao x reader#xiao x you#xiao x y/n#venti x y/n#venti x reader#venti#kazuha x reader#genshin kazuha#kaedehara kazuha x reader#kazuha#xiao#aether#aether x you#genshin idol au#heizou x reader#heizou#5wirl
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Welp, it’s your unlucky day, because my counterpart is at a party, so I’m going to scream at all of you about Alexsandr Kallus.
Star Wars: Rebels spoilers ahead, obviously.
I just…love this character, y’all. The trauma? The guilt?? The redemption??? The complexity???? I absolutely cannot be normal about it so let me break down my entire thought process.
When we first meet this guy, he is one nasty Imperial bastard. I mean, if you haven’t seen Rebels, take it from me; this guy is a dick. But unlike most nasty Imperial bastards, he doesn’t seem to be in it for power, glory, or some sick sense of satisfaction he gets from hurting others. He’s just an absolute simp for the Empire. In fact, I’m coining the word Simperial right here right now just for my boy Alex. He seems to genuinely believe he’s on the right side, and as we find out later, he actually does have some reason to believe this. I mean, imagine you’re a little baby Simperial, the people you admire have been telling you that the rebellion is made up up savage maniacs who want to destroy the order of your nice, peaceful galaxy, and then you watch a rebel mercenary kill a bunch of injured and helpless members of your unit in cold blood, confirming everything your superiors have been telling you. And I could write a whole other post about how much I love Saw Guererra’s rebels and what they add to the story but that’s not what this is about. This is about why Kallus is the absolute worst. Which he is, by the way. Mans simped so hard for the Empire he massacred an entire species, not because he’s evil or wanted to cause suffering, but because he—not unlike Saw’s rebels my beloveds but I digress—was convinced that the ends justified the means.
So he believes he’s on the right side. He believes that the absolute atrocities he’s committed are justified. Then, in The Honorable Ones, we see that belief start to fracture. Now, lot of people talk about this episode like it’s Kallus’ redemption, but it’s not. It’s only the beginning—not even the beginning. He’s still very much a villain at this point. But the wheels have started turning, and some time between The Honorable Ones and An Inside Man, his actual redemption arc begins. Now listen, listen, listen, everyone always talks about how Kallus defected from the Empire, but he didn’t just defect; he actively betrayed the Empire. He didn’t just walk away. He didn’t have a sudden change of heart and make one grand sacrifice to right his wrongs. He intentionally and repeatedly put himself on the line for the rebellion, knowing damn good and well what kind of torturous fate he would face if and when he was discovered. That’s a goddamn redemption arc right there. And you wanna know my favorite part? He never asks for forgiveness. He. Never. Asks. For. Forgiveness!!!
Anyway I’m absolutely feral over Star Wars: Rebels and I accidentally busted my knuckles open while writing this might delete later ok bye.
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Me the Waman guy, i love Wamans, happy women's day to all. My Ask would be affectionately asking for M!Reader returning from a mission completely wounded, going to the kitchen, giving a kiss in (Character you feel comfortable writing) and saying he missed her and refusing to let her go
beauty in simplicity [m.reader]
IM SO DANG LATE FOR THE WOMEN’S DAY. BUT BUT HERE IT IS SJAIDMCIWDC. lmao this fic’s process is just me recalling what it’s like to romance the only woman i dated after eating half of the men population because i cannot for the life of me write an m/f in a breeze. good times. ANYWAY. I’M A SIMP FOR THE TRAVELERS. SO I CHOSE LUMINE 😭 except there’s a catch,,, tis abyss lumine <3
𖦹 angst (moderate to heavy), death, fluffy in the end, abyss lumine, fairytale allusions
“Sire, the opposing force have been dealt with.” the Abyss Lector behind you had a hint of somberness in its voice. And even then you can understand why — your current expedition in accordance to the current plan of the Abyss Order did not exactly go off so well. There were vision holders brave enough to fend off you and your comrades.
Though it took their fickle lives away in the end, that did not mean your party suffered some collateral damage. It wasn’t the prettiest battle after all, and as your greatsword stayed planted on the ground littered with gallons of spilled blood from either parties, you can only grieve for your comrades.
“…Okay. Thank you.”
“Shall we get you treated, sire? You’re in quite a bad shape.”
You drew in a deep shaky breath as your long gone adrenaline aided you in feeling the most excruciating pain all over your body. You weren’t a clumsy man on the battlefield, but some of the weaker links had to be protected, and you figured it’s either them or you — and a captain never yields in front of his comrades, nor does he allow them to perish when he’s close by.
But even then you couldn’t find yourself completely able to treat these wounds, allowing them to fester within you like a parasite that gnawed and destroyed your body from the inside out. You’ve had plenty of battle scars already, that much you couldn’t particularly deny — but it’s the sheer fact that today was somehow managed to hit you harder than the most, that there was a blatant realization of the fact that today, you lost many of your men.
You honestly wondered how you can even sleep at night at this point. Your fellowmen, cursed with the eternity of immortality and with you all the same — for centuries you’ve had to witness everything, every death, every betrayal, and every conundrum knock you down.
But you would endure it for her. Your princess. And as her knight, you would do well in not dishonoring her name, you would keep waking up in that accursed morning if it meant you could aid your beloved princess in her mission — even if it meant you had to bear these scars your whole life… until this curse is lifted from you, until you can’t take it anymore.
Your silence was enough to worry the Abyss Lector, you were normally on the move, constantly walking around to check on whoever survived, supervising every little thing, mourning your fallen comrades. But today, you were so quiet, and even the Abyss Lector could barely hear your shallow breathing despite the little distance between the two of you. Concern lingered on your subordinate as you stewed in silence.
“Sire? Shall I carry you to the infirmary?”
Taking one last breath, you shook your head, “No, thank you. Let me bear the wounds that my brethren bled for a little while longer.” Your hand grasped the handle of your greatsword, pulling it out of the ground, with a consistent strength that you could never lose even after the most tiring battles. “It’s the least I could do.”
If your subordinate could openly express himself to you right now, you would’ve seen the way his eyes softened yet gleamed with pride for you. No doubt that the princess choosing you as her champion was not a mistake in the slightest. For the great strength that you bore came with absolute sympathy for the men around you — leading them to victories with your quick-witted strategies and boosting their morales with the glory and valor you emanated.
Truly the princess deserved someone like you.
Slinging the greatsword over the sheath that hung on your back, you finally turned to your subordinate, eyes glinting with determination and persistence like always, “…Alright, let’s get to work. Run me the statistics of all results, I need to see how many survived and how many died, we can base our next counterattack against vision holders from there. Bury the casualties in a grave… as despicable as they are… they still deserve a proper one.”
The Abyss Lector had no problem adhering to your commands as well as everyone else who can still move and do your bidding — and just like that, with the captain up and running again, the Abyss Order was back on its gears, ready to complete the mission.
Out of all the things that happened, you managed to accomplish the mission that was given to you, heading back into the depths of abyss to aid your wounded comrades, still refusing the many help offered to you from your other subordinates. The princess was nowhere to be found, no doubt making some arrangements herself somewhere else. And much after tending to everyone else, you finally found yourself walking back to your own home.
Perhaps there was something relatively odd at the sight of the great captain of the Abyss Order lugging around his greatsword deep in the woods. You should know, considering the fact that the Abyss became your home. But the humanity left in you was enough to convince the larger part of you that was consumed in darkness to retain some form of normalcy, to live like any other human right now, despite being completely ostracized from the society.
Your home was quaint and peaceful, deep enough so that no wandering adventure would stumble upon it. You’ve heard plenty of stories from some others — apparently some of them had the audacity to loot through some villager’s crates and even steal some root crops.
Nevertheless, it was the escape that you sought from your work. You never needed a little abode like this, you were perfectly fine in the depths of abyss, stewing in it, facing any harbinger that might have descended into it and some poor unfortunate soul that stumbled in unknowingly.
But what you didn’t expect was the smoke coming out of that tiny chimney protruding from the roof of your home. And as if there was a switch flipped within you, suddenly you regained your senses and could smell the faint aroma of that familiar herbal tea that you often shared with your beloved princess.
“Ah… she’s home…”
Your pace picked up and entered your home quick, and you were facing the illustrious princess of the abyss — your beloved, the woman you would absolutely die for and only live to ever serve, was there brewing some tea.
Lumine was far into her own world as she basked in the silence of your shared home. Admittedly, she was surprised when she saw that you managed to make enough time to construct a formidable home in the midst of the tasks she delegated on you. And when she was faced with such a place, warmth only managed to spread through, greatly reminding her of her times with her brother.
She had known you far before she woke Aether up, standing in as the personal knight of one of the most prominent noblemen in Khaenri’ah, protecting him and his lonesome self. Many times had she encountered you when she and Dainsleif had to cross blades with you before because of your neurotic employer.
Who would’ve thought that you would end up working under her in the Abyss Order — much less for you to be her most cherished person now other than her brother; with the countless nights she has spent in your arms, limbs entangled with each other and the bedsheets, living through this quiet forest like a carefree couple.
Lumine jolted as she felt a pair of arms snake into her waist, holding her tight. The familiar warmth engulfed her back and she couldn’t help but lean into your tender hold, closing her eyes with a content smile.
Up until she smelled a faint scent of blood — her eyes flew open and looked down to see your arms that embraced her form, your sleeves torn apart and hacked away with dried blood. She grimaced at the sight of your wounds that would no doubt leave yet another mark on your skin.
“Hey…” her soft murmurs reaches your ears and you can feel Lumine’s gentle hands tracing against your forearms, “You didn’t get yourself patched up?”
She never bothered asking if something went south. She’s intuitive, she can infer that beyond your exhaustion, there was somberness in your arrival. And she can only imagine what happened in that assignment that she sent you and your subordinates back on.
She would mourn them for you and with you. They were her comrades too, after all.
You can only stay silent as the bitterness that enclosed your heart gnawed away at your insides like a pest. Your grip around Lumine tightened as flashes of your men dissipating in ashes appear in your mind like a flash of a kamera, drawing in a shaky breath, you can only nuzzle your nose in your beloved’s soft blonde hair, inhaling that familiar scent that never failed to bring you solace.
Lumine pressed herself further into you as she understood your refusal to let go, her hands slithering under yours before bringing them up, leaning down to brush her lips on your wounds into a sweet kiss — it won’t be enough to heal, but it’s enough to make you feel much safer and better.
“Look, the sunset is directly in view of our window,” Lumine calls onto your attention and you were quick to look up from her tufts of hair, your gaze finding itself fixated on the setting sun that peeked through the tiny window of your kitchen. “I believe that’s everyone about to go to sleep with the stars. They’re saying goodbye to their captain.”
A laugh escapes your parched throat, “Don’t make this any sadder, love.”
“I’m not. It’s a resolution,” you can feel her head shift to the side and lean on your shoulder, her eyes glued on your face, “Something that you need.”
You shook your head, “You know me so well.”
“It’d be crime not to after a good five hundred-odd years.” Her laugh tinkled and the pain that you harbored was slowly being alleviated, leaving you completely breathless yet so full of life at the same time. It was why you admired her so much, and why you of all people are willing to go with her until the ends of this god-forsaken world.
“Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up. It’s almost tea time.”
You stilled in your place despite Lumine’s words, staying rooted as you continued to bask in the lovely orange hues that filtered through the windows of your home, head lolling to drop on her shoulder before you pressed a kiss on the side of her neck.
“Just a little while longer.”
“…Until the kettle starts screaming.”
“I can deal with that.”
It’s times like these that can have you forgetting the fact that you weren’t a cursed being, that you weren’t serving under an Order that’s paving a path of vengeance and salvation. It’s as if you were back in Khaenri’ah, back before the cataclysm, back when you first felt your heart thrum against your chest the day you and Lumine clashed blades against each other.
For once, there was peace and tranquility that nestled in your heart.
And even amidst the whistling kettle, that couldn’t stop you from planting a kiss on her forehead, “I missed you, Lumi.”
But even Lumine thought a forehead kiss was a bit too cheap, as she grabbed onto your cheeks pulled your head further down, meeting your lips halfway with a chaste and tender kiss.
“And I, you, my love.”
This is a testament that even fairytales can come true, with the princess and her knight in shining armor finally settling down in a nice home to hold their love and memories with each other.
#I MIGHT MAKE AN ABYSS AETHER VERSION#JASNSIDMAKSMC#genshin impact x male reader#lumine x male reader#traveler x male reader#lumine x reader#jhuzen’s stupid one shots
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Ooh, what’s your beef with izombie? I recently got into the show before it turned kinda mediocre so I’d love to hear another opinion on it!
Tl;dr - flanderization
So I started watching iZombie the day it premiered because I am nothing if not a Bradley James simp but also because the concept sounded fun. And initially it was! Liv fuckin ruled as a protag and the rest of the cast were also equally as weird and loveable (Peyton Charles my BELOVED). But the biggest thing here is that the mechanism of the show is that Liv had to solve a crime > Liv ate some of the brain of the victim > Liv took on personality quirks from said brain > Liv used those to solve the crime. The key here is quirks.
Now, this all went well for S1 where we got to see Rose McIver play all sorts of different Livs like a paintball instructor or a frat boy at a Halloween party, but the main thing here is that Liv still retained her own personality while hopped up on Brain Juice. She just became Liv-who-was-better-at-parkour or Liv-but-now-with-added-agoraphobia.
Fast forward to S3, which is around where I stopped watching. Now every time Liv ate a brain, she fully embodied the personality of the brain. She stopped being Liv plus a little extra and became soccer mom!Liv or newsanchor!Liv. She stopped having interests or passions as a result and became fully about trying to solve the next case and so she also stopped being interesting.
That and I simply Did Not Care for the anti-zombie military The Walking Dead-esque plotline that they leaned real hard into. It was so much better when it was a zombie crime procedural and not a show where anti-zombie extremists force the main characters to relocate to a literal zombie island??? Is that really how the series ends????
#questionbell#anonymous#flanderization my fucking BEHATED#this is also why i have a lot of beef with leverage redemption but i'm hoping jrog can redeem (haha) it#i loved when it was just ravi and liv sitting in the morgue making stupid jokes at clive's expense#but it very quickly became Not That
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