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aeyumicore · 2 months

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☾ .⭒˚ your fragrance ♡ rafayel x afab reader

⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: rafayel x afab!reader (very fem!reader)

☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf

⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 10.4k (how?????)

☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, switch!raf (like he’s both sub and dom in this, if you don’t like that then this may not be for you), knee humping, standing sex, against the wall sex, sorta rough sex, references to rafayel’s lore (no more than what’s talked about the actual memory), dry humping, slightly aphrodisiac sex, dub con if you squint really really really hard, ejaculating in pants, panty ripping, pheromone kink, lots of teasing (calling raf a cat/kitty), cum play? kinda, nipple teasing, slight use of y/n, reader is mc, second person pov

⋆.˚ ☾ video link: absolutely not necessary to watch this to enjoy the fic/smut but it gives a lot of context and also a visual for the fic <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaxo4sxm0rc

☾ .⭒˚ a/n: the raf fic is here!! based off the 5* rafayel memory ‘your fragrance.’ the build up is realllllllly long on this one since i wanted to stay as true to the memory as possible. you can def just skip to the smut if you’d like!

i struggled to write raf a lot but enjoyed it so much like he’s so fun to write. i’m def a sub girly so i love writing dom partners, thankfully i hc raf as a switch. if you do not like fics where raf is a switch, then this may not be for you!

i can’t believe this fic ended up being 10k words too, i was thinking it would be a quick lil smut lol. i don’t even know how my zayne fic ended up being my shortest fic. enjoy my loves!

also this is dedicated to my bestie who is actually rafayel’s number one slut. follow her on x @/myusuchaa for so much good raf and other purple haired boy content. she is the master of rafayel lore, truly his wifey. a queen to us all.

⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾

you let out an exasperated sigh as your foot taps irritably against the protective painting tarp rafayel always has laid out on the ground of his makeshift art studio, stray paint brushes strewn about. impatiently, you waited for rafayel to finish changing on the couch behind you, careful not to peek.

somehow, being rafayel’s bodyguard also made you his keeper. and rafayel was not easy to keep. always dragging you with him on odd trips even if you had work, pestering you at all hours of the day and night, disappearing and unable to be contacted for days on end. this particular time it was the latter; rafayel had gone mia three days before his important collab launch party with a high end perfume brand. now, on the night of the party, rafayel was still unable to be reached.

thomas had called you, in a sheer panic, as he always did when he needed help wrangling rafayel. he knew you were the only one in this world that could level with rafayel. and he’d never told you this before, but you were also the only one who could bend rafayel’s unbreakable stubbornness; a perfect match for the purple-haired obstinate artist. and thus, thomas had personally designated you as rafayel’s keeper.

and so, you found yourself at rafayel’s massive house, in the most extravagant evening dress you owned, hauling him off to his own damn party.

his annoyingly alluring voice cuts into the silence of the studio, “you can turn around now and give me a hand with something else.” you snap around to be met with the sight of rafayel, irritatingly and devilishly handsome in his expensive white dress shirt and designer cardigan, leaning lazily against the sofa with the tie you’d previously used to tie his hands with, woven in between his fingers. he grins and holds it up to you expectantly, “put this on for me.”

“don’t you have hands?” you snap, but your feet have a mind of their own, and you’re already approaching him on the sofa.

“my hands are numb from being tied up by you for so long.” you roll your eyes, knowing he’s being dramatic. while he waits deceptively patiently for you to give in, he leisurely takes a wristwatch out of his pocket to put on, as if he’s got all the time in the world. “clock’s ticking, keep it up and we’ll be late at this rate.”

you gape at him. the sheer audacity of this man, as if you’re the reason he’d be late. he only smirks at you, and it just infuriates you all the more. how he could so easily annoy the hell out of you and look so beautiful doing it. but you keep your mouth shut, and exasperatedly lean down to put on his tie for him, doing your best not to strangle him with it. it feels strangely intimate, and the brief reprieve finally gives you an opportunity to speak to him.

“thomas said you have to be present for all parts of the event. there will be reporters at the entrance taking photos, and…” you rattle off, before you realize rafayel is being uncharacteristically silent, “are you even listening?”

you look up from the tie in your fingers to glance at rafayel’s face. he doesn’t look the least bit interested in your words, instead his eyes are fixated on your wrist. you tap his chest to get his attention but he remains still, eyes still on your hands atop his collarbones. you curiously wave your hand in front of his face, hoping to snap him out of his trance. fortunately you do, but unfortunately rafayel grabs your wrist suddenly and urgently.

“...what’s the matter?” the bewilderment is unmistakable in your voice. you’re used to rafayel’s erratic and quirky behavior, but this was alarming, even to you.

finally his gaze breaks away from your wrist and he speaks, “i heard you talking about the event…” but just as quickly as you’d diverted his attention, it's back on your wrist. his voice is unusually clouded, deeper than usual. his eyes are back on your wrist that’s enclosed in his fingers, as a strange expression crosses his face. it almost feels as if he’s trying to hold himself back, but you’re unsure from what.

“your hand…” he trails off, inexplicable emotions caught in his hoarse voice. he suddenly tugs you towards him by your wrist, and you stumble forward.

“rafayel?! wait!” as you fall forward, your feet run out of space and hit the bottom of the sofa, causing you to tumble on top of him. he catches you easily, sitting you on top of his lap while he brings your captured wrist right up to the side of his face. the awkward position forces you to settle your legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him against the designer couch. the half knotted tie comes undone and you’re left clutching the smooth material in your hands. if it weren’t for the compromising position you found you and rafayel in, you'd be slightly disappointed at seeing your hard work unraveled.

the grip on your wrist tightens impossibly, almost possessively, “hold still.” his command is not totally unusual; rafayel is always demanding things of you, his precious bodyguard. but his voice comes out in a strange and sensual husk, leaving you confused, nervous, and weirdly burning. his silky smooth dress pants shuffle under you, and you’re reminded of the expensive clothes you’re pressed up against, likely worth more than a month of your hunter salary.

“your suit! it’ll get wrinkled.”

“i don’t care…let me smell this…” he trails off, his voice sounding impossibly far away. you can feel the tickle of his inhale against your wrist and it makes you shiver, goosebumps forming under his touch.

“what is that?” he asks, mostly to himself, lost in his own little world, “it smells good. and smells familiar…”

it wasn’t at all uncommon for rafayel to be mysterious and even enigmatic, but this was a whole other level of confusion for you, “what…what’s wrong? did something happen?”

his behavior is starting to worry you. he’s unusually breathless, and you can see a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. the last thing you needed was him getting sick! you could already hear his needy whines in your head at the mere thought. demanding to be taken care of and waited on. you almost want to smile at the thought of it; you act constantly annoyed with rafayel but deep down you know you can’t live without his antics.

“no, i’m fine. very well, in fact,” but despite his words, rafayel sounds anything but. his voice, normally a bright and charming, albeit annoying, timbre, is now a hoarse and needy rasp. his ticklish touch on the inside of your wrist reminds you of where you got the perfume that he was so intoxicated by.

“come to think of it…i tried an unreleased fragrance in the back office of the exhibition hall. it was made with special ingredients,” you scratch your chin with your free hand, trying your best to recall the name of it.

“perfume? you spritzed the perfume sample on your wrist?”

you glance at him, concern and confusion written all over your face. isn’t that what you do with perfumes? rafayel shifts his gaze to your eyes, but his breath remains on the inside of your wrist. it’s deafeningly silent and you realize the scent of the perfume gradually grows stronger as your body temperature rises at the proximity of your body to rafayel’s. you’re suddenly reminded of the fact that you’re sitting on his lap, and his face is so very close to your own.

he’s still lost in his own thoughts as he murmurs, more to himself than you, “it’s a bit bitter like fermented plants…but very fragrant.”

“it could be a mixture of artificial chemical stuff. now, unhand me please,” you’re desperate to detach yourself from him, unsure if you can trust your body when it’s pressed so readily upon rafayel’s own hard and sturdy stature.

“no.”

your jaw drops at his audacity. but before you can berate him, he’s reaching his free hand to undo the buttons of his collar, as if the clothing is restricting him and making it hard to breath. his purple eyes are glazed over, and a beautiful faint blush paints his cheeks. his exposed collar and chest have you biting back your words, completely losing your train of thought. you squirm at the sight, but rafayel’s hand on your thighs grip you in place, not letting you move a single inch.

“i could’ve sworn i’ve smelled this fragrance before,” he presses your hand against his cheek as he continues to slowly inhale the scent by the mouthful. it wouldn’t be completely out of the question, the unreleased scent had been developed for his artworks for the collaboration, so it’s very likely he could’ve sampled it during production.

“we can worry about it later. let’s go. everyone is waiting” you urge, feeling yourself blush as he shifts slightly under you, brushing against your sensitive inner thighs. you pull your hand away from his cheek, only for rafayel to yank it back, like a child unwilling to share his favorite toy.

“let me smell it again,” his demand is meant to be gentle, but comes out rough and urgent. you sigh, letting him melt into your hand again. it’s almost endearing; you quite like being so intimate with rafayel.

“you know, for someone who hates cats, you sure are acting like one,” you tease, “a kitty that found some catnip to be exact.”

the mere mention of cats is usually enough to set rafayel off, pouting like a little baby that’s been teased. but instead, he just distractedly responds, “so then are you a cat? i am not a cat. and also, you’re not allowed to say that. i just couldn’t resist…”

you roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his adorableness, tempted to just give in to his touch, savoring every moment you possibly can before the bubble bursts.

“what is this weird perfume…” he’s talking to himself again, inspecting your hand carefully. his jumbled thoughts have you worried for him again. although rafayel did often have energy that bordered on adhd, this was much more intense than that.

“are you alright?” you repeat, softly. he doesn’t respond, but leans his cheek into your touch, his lips turning so they’re practically kissing your palm. like this, he inhales the scent with his parted lips. his adam's apple bobs as he gulps, almost feverishly. his hand reaches to further loosen his collared shirt, pulling it open to let the cool air soothe his burning skin.

“it must be an allergic reaction. this isn’t perfume. how dare they use such underhanded methods to trap me…” his words both confuse and scare you. you’re growing increasingly worried about his flushed and sweaty complexion, his collarbones shining under the faint glow of the city lights through the massive windows. his words fill you with a terror you do not understand.

rafayel holds the area between the bridge of his nose and his forehead, like his head is pounding, before returning to grip the collar of his dress shirt. his hand that holds yours is shaky as he rocks slowly underneath you, inhaling as much of the perfume as he can. his lap brushes against yours and your brain short circuits at the feeling of him pressed against you.

“h-huh?” is the only thing you’re capable of getting out.

“who gave you the perfume? who sent it?” his questions are increasingly alarming you, but you do your best to keep calm. you can tell he’s nervous as well, and the sight makes your chest squeeze. wanting to comfort him, you cup his cheek in your palm and he leans into the touch so contentedly and groaning in satisfaction. truly like a cat.

you blushed despite yourself. it was so difficult to not be aroused in this compromising position. you’d long since had a crush on rafayel, always craving his silly antics and theatrics. missing him intensely when he’d disappear for days at a time.

“no one. um, why do you look like you’re drunk?” you try to deflect from the burning between your thighs, hoping he can’t notice how hot and bothered you’ve become.

“i’m not drunk. i just don’t like the scent,” he pouts, but nuzzles your hand against his cheek like a cat getting cheek scratches. he turns his lips back into your palm, opening his mouth until you can feel his teeth graze your skin. he groans as he continues to inhale the scent, making you bite back a moan of your own at his gentle nibbles.

“rafayel…you…” but you find yourself at a loss for words as he continues to breathe in your scent like it's the oxygen he needs to survive. your own breaths start to come out in shallow pants, and you squirm in his lap. rafayel moans softly into your palm, biting down gently to get you to stop.

“are you trying to run away again?” he asks, almost painfully, his eyes piercing into yours, so intense and searching. the glassy look in them reminds you of how much you’re worried about his current well being.

“rafayel, you don’t look so good. shouldnt you go to the doctor?” you use the hand rafayel isn’t gripping to take his face between your free fingers and inspect his beautiful and flushed features.

rafayel’s breath hitches at your touch, goose flesh littering the skin where your touch singes, “i’m not going anywhere.” and though he doesn’t say it, you can feel what’s left unsaid.

and neither are you.

but he continues, dazed, “you’re gonna lock me up again…you’re with them. i just know it. don’t think i’m unaware of what you’re about to do.” he has both your wrists in his hands now, gripping them on either side of his neck. “y/n, i won’t fall for it again. not this time.”

though his words scare the shit out of you, you’re unable to concentrate on anything but his eyes that are trained on your neck, where your pulse thrums erratically in anticipation. you’re suddenly hyper aware that your heart is beating so fast you can hardly hear him anymore, despite his face being mere inches from yours. your breath is close enough to mingle with his. it seems he notices too, because he inhales deeply and throws his head back, gasping.

it's then you realize it's not just the scent of the perfume that's setting rafayel off, but your own scent mingled with it.

“rafayel, snap out of it!” you beg. but rafayel can’t seem to hear you as his cold hand grips the side of your neck, where you’d also dabbed the perfume along. your breath catches in your throat at the icy touch, unsure of what to do.

rafayel senses your hesitation, “don’t worry. i’m not gonna do anything to you.” his voice is a throaty groan, and you’re honestly unsure if that’s even what you want. his body is almost on top of yours now, his breath deafening in your ear. and all you can think about is how you’d wish he’d press into you harder, until you’re suffocating, only able to breathe him in.

but you go with your better judgment, pushing him gently, putting some distance between the two of you. he glances up from your neck, eyes unfocused, and says nothing. he finds himself staring at your lips that are parted slightly to let out the short pants of breath you’re wheezing out. he leans in slowly so he can breathe in as much of you as he possibly can, just nearly closing the proximity between your lips.

suddenly, your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your little bubble with rafayel, “its thomas! he probably wants to remind us of the time. let's head out!” you shove your phone until rafayel’s hands, forcing him to take thomas’s call for you.

while he’s distracted, you slip out from beneath him and bolt to the nearest bathroom. as you move your legs, you’re made acutely aware of the slick that has formed in your panties. but you focus first on furiously washing off the scent from your wrists and neck. as you scrub, you glance up at the mirror in front of you. you swear at the site of yourself, unbelievably disheveled and undeniably aroused.

as you continue to adamantly scrub, you can faintly make out rafayel on the phone with thomas, just outside.

“no, we’re not going to make it. i need to take care of something urgent. don’t call again please, bye.” when you turn off the faucet, you go to lean against the wall adjacent to the sink, trying to steady yourself and collect your thoughts. you turn around and gently rest your forehead against the wall, sighing into the cool surface against your burning skin, willing the arousal between your legs to go away. you try to remind yourself of poor thomas all alone at the exhibition right now. your guilt is short lived as you hear the patter of rafayel’s feet approaching the bathroom.

“where are you going?” rafayel’s words are right behind you, and his hand presses against the bathroom wall that your forehead rests on. you whip around and find yourself trapped between rafayel’s hard body and the solid wall behind you. you back up instinctively, but find yourself hitting the cold surface before you even take a single step back.

“gotcha,” rafayel smirks softly, and you tremble at his proximity to you. his other hand grips a towel bar to your left, while his other hand leans against the wall to your right, so you’re utterly trapped against him. he’s so close, close enough that you can feel his rapid breaths fanning across your parted lips. as rafayel’s eyes roam all over you, from your lips to your heaving chest, you feel very much like a lamb caught in a lion’s den. except you don’t want to escape.

“rafayel…” you murmur using both your hands to gently push against his chest, unintentionally brushing against the exposed skin below his collar, under his unbuttoned dress shirt. you’re hoping he’ll have mercy and release you, afraid that the palpable sexual tension in the air would cloud your, and rafayel’s, judgment.

he shivers as your wet hands brush against his chest, knuckles turning white as they grip the towel bar next to you. his breath comes out in shallow pants, chest heaving up and down, with a light sheen of sweat painting his pale skin. the sight snaps you out of the moment, reminding you that rafayel seems like he might have a fever.

“let’s go to the hospital…i’m worried about you,” your hands shift to grip his open shirt, bringing the fabric together to cover him up. rafayel’s hand releases the towel bar to take both of your hands into his, trapping them against his chest.

“what will it take for you to believe that i’m okay? i’m exactly where i want to be,” his gruff voice invades all your senses while his eyes burn holes through your own. he presses himself further into you, until his forearm is resting against the wall above you, only your joined hands pressed against his chest separating the two of you. he leans down, his face now impossibly close to yours, and for a second you find yourself lost in his purple and blue cosmic eyes.

you take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself to reality, and remind yourself that rafayel’s actions are only fueled by the strange effects the perfume has on him. he’s not in his right mind, and you need to think for him.

you whisper, craning your neck up to look into his eyes, “you’re not yourself right now. let me help you, i can take you to the doctor.”

rafayel leans down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. he breathes you in, the smell of the perfume, still potent despite the scrubbing, mixed with your pheromones invading his very being. slowly, almost like it pains him to do so, he lifts his head away from you. he releases your hands and uses that same hand that gripped them to lift your chin towards him.

“do you know the only thing you could do that would help me?” his hooded eyes lock yours in. his voice is the soft purr you know and love, slightly tinged with a rough and carnal desire that shakes you to your core.

“name it. i’ll do it for you.“ part of you knows that rafayel isn’t going to ask you for anything regarding his health but you can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth. you’re stepping into very dangerous territory and you can’t hold yourself back.

“kiss me,” his voice is low, but the assertive demand in it is undeniable. his command makes you shift in between his legs against the wall, becoming hyper aware of how deeply your bodies pressed into each other. you know you want to, you’ve wanted to for some time now. but you can’t shake the idea that the strange effects of the perfume are clouding rafayel’s judgment and inhibitions.

“r-rafayel…” you stutter hesitantly. trembling ever so slightly, you lean in to peck his flushed cheek. you watch, slightly amused, as rafayel’s ears get even pinker.

“why must you always make me beg?” he whines. his lips stick out in a signature rafayel pout, one you’ve grown to absolutely adore, no matter how annoying it can be.

you can’t help but laugh breathlessly, your chin still in his grip, “i don’t make you. you just love to beg.“

with your face still in his grip, he sighs dramatically, “then i won’t beg anymore.” he brings his face to yours and captures your lips with his. he swallows your surprised squeak, which is quickly replaced by a throaty moan of longing and anticipation. rafayel absolutely devours your noises, his lips so commanding against your own, bending them to his every will. they’re so soft, and you can’t help but think they fit so perfectly slotted against your own.

though you can taste the urgency on him, rafayel takes his time with you, engraving the taste and feel of you in his mind forever. he takes it so tortuously and deliciously slow that you find yourself nibbling on his bottom lip, begging him to take you fully.

you can just feel his maddening smirk against your lips. instead of indulging you, rafayel laces his practiced fingers under your dress’s skirt and onto your thighs. only when you yelp in surprise does he finally slip his tongue into your mouth, always intentionally doing things to take you by surprise.

the new sensation of your tongues on each other seems to have rafayel equally feral, because you feel the unmistakable press of his erection into your stomach. needing to do something with your hands, you trace the outlines of his chest muscles, enjoying the feel of them finally against your fingers.

rafayel’s hands venture to your back, expertly undoing the zipper of your dress, and then your bra. gasping into his open mouth as his fingers return to the pebbling skin of your nipples. he gives a harsh flick to each, and your knees buckle against the sensitivity. you sink down against the wall, lips still attached to his for dear life, but rafayel shifts so that he catches you with his knee instead. the mid length black dress your wore rides up and serves as a sheer layer of protection between your dampening panties and his knee. the friction of his leg against your crotch is unbearable, forcing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

your reaction only serves to spur rafayel further, as he begins to knead his knee into your cunt slowly. your body turns to mush at the ecstasy of his knee against your most sensitive region, but rafayel holds you steady with his hands gripping you from the swell of your underboobs.

burying his face into the crook of your neck, he inhales again. unbeknownst to you, he practically comes undone at the smell of you alone, “you say i’m always whining but look at you.”

you whimper at his teasing words right against your ear, clutching the back of his neck for support as he continues to hump his knee into you.

suddenly, rafayel stops, letting his knee still against your increasingly damp cunt. you can’t help but whine as you look up into his amused eyes. there’s mischief in them as he grins, “i’m getting tired. you’re going to have to do the work.”

despite your lust clouded brain, you can still think coherently enough to see through his brattiness. you narrow your eyes at him, “you’re tired? let me take you to the hospital. i knew you weren’t feeling well.” you duck down to escape his arms that cage you in, but he only lowers them so that they now trap you at the waist instead.

“you’re so mean to me y/n,” he huffs, “can’t you tell how vulnerable i am right now?”

“because of the perfume? why does it affect you so much?” you murmur, squeezing his cheeks slightly.

from rafayel’s expression you can tell he’s unwilling to share too much information. and as annoying as that was, you trusted him wholeheartedly and knew better than to prod him too much. you would take what you could get.

he rests his head on your shoulder, unwilling to meet your stare. dusting your hair behind your ear, he sniffs you again, practically consuming the scent. you shiver at the slight breeze he creates at your exposed neck, “i-it’s not just the perfume. i’ve dealt with this scent before, and i’ve developed a tolerance to it.”

you hold his neck against your shoulder, and gently knead his damp skin, letting him inhale the smell like his life depended on it, “then why?”

rafayel sighs, releasing the wall behind you but instead trapping you by wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing your bodies together. you sigh in satisfaction as his erection presses warmly against you again, your pussy craving his touch

finally he speaks, but his voice is low and almost feels dangerous, “the marine plant the perfume is extracted from…on its own no longer does anything to me. but when it’s exposed to another scent that i cannot control myself around…the reaction it causes can be extremely potent.”

the sensations of his body pressed tightly against yours makes your brain practically non-functional, so you’re not following his train of thought, so you ask dumbly, “like the air?”

you can practically hear rafayel rolling his eyes in his voice, “i need air to survive but do you think i can’t control myself at all times of the day?”

“okay well i’m confused! and to be fair you do act like an idiot at all times of the day so how am i supposed to know?!” he ignores you, taking another lungfull of the scent on your skin into his body. this time, he growls through an intense shiver, his grip on your body tightening against him. as if the very smell of your skin drove him into a lust filled craze.

and that’s when you realize what he meant.

“o-oh,” is all you can squeak out. strangely enough, the idea that your scent is what is driving rafayel to madness makes you leak further into the puddle that had formed in your panties.

rafayel groans again, one his fists releasing your body to gently pound into the wall behind you, “i-i can smell the arousal in your scent. it’s driving me insane.”

knowing he can smell the dampness between your thighs is both utterly embarrassing and completely erotic. your heart lurches, wanting nothing but to take his discomfort away and make him feel good, “h-how can i help you?”

reluctantly, he removes his chin off your shoulder and turns to face you, gripping your biceps in his hands, almost to the point of pain, “do you mean that? because you can’t take it back.”

shivering at the implications of his words, you nod slowly but more sure than ever, “yes. let me help you. i want to help you”

“i-if you want to help me…” rafayel’s voice is doubtful, like he’s scared you will deny him before he’s even gotten the chance to put his request out. between your thighs, you feel his knee creeping its way back against your leaking cunt. the shock to your recovering clit causes you to clutch rafayel’s firm shoulders and throw your head back with a breathy moan. rafayel feeds off your pleasure, imagining what you would sound like when you were actually stuffed to the brim with him.

“i want…i need to see you cum all over me,” rafayels throaty plea makes you blush profusely. you almost want to smack him across the head for his shameless words, but the pout on his face reminds you that he’s absolutely serious that this will help him. that seeing you come undone for him will help take the edge off of the effect the perfume is having on him.

“o-okay.” you gulp, nodding. the relief on his face is mixed with unbridled excitement that makes you squirm in anticipation of what's to come. your feet shift, which causes you to grind down on his knee once more. unable to withstand the unintentional teasing any further, you languidly moan and grind your leaking cunt against him to relieve some of the pulsing tension in your gut.

your broken groans grace rafayel’s ears and you can actually see his eyes light up with pleasure while his ears burn an even deeper red. his breath is shaky as he dips his head back down, inhaling deeply and dusting a kiss to the pulse point on your neck. you shiver as he gently uses his tongue against your neck to soothe his raging desire.

his reaction intrigues you, and you can’t help but want to tease him further, just a little. peering at him through your eyelashes, you tip toe upwards so you can fan your bated breath across his face, letting him bask in your scent. your tongue reaches out to gently swipe across his bottom lip, all the while you continue to pleasure yourself using his thigh.

rafayel is unable to contain his excitement as he watches you use his body for your own gratification. he pants desperately into the crook of your neck, high off your pheromones invading all his senses. through both your whiny moans, you reach out to graze his cock through his dress pants.

rafayel hisses at the slightest contact, and his reaction ignites your confidence, provoking you further. you grip him through the silky smooth trousers, holding his throbbing erection in your hand, using your thumb to tease where you think his slit would be.

“fuck–hah, be gentle please baby. m’sensitive,” he whines through gritted teeth. your cunt clenches at his words, so teasing yet so endearing from rafayel’s lips. you can feel the coil in your gut tightening as you continue to hump into rafayel’s knee, using his body to chase your own high. your black dress has ridden up, and now the only barrier between rafayel’s knee and your sopping pussy is your equally soaked panties. you bite your lip and pray that rafayel doesn’t notice the moist streaks that are starting to appear on his expensive pants.

through your hooded eyes, you can see rafayel is enjoying this just as much, if not more, than you are. his eyes are thick with lust, and you can practically see the pulse of his neck pound against his delicate skin. he desperately gasps for air, or maybe he’s trying to breathe more of you in, as you near your earth shattering climax.

“touch yourself for me,” you purr at him, purposely jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. he obliges obediently, one hand quickly undoing his belt and slipping in to grab his unbelievably hard cock into his hands.

as you watch his face contort in pleasure, you’re filled with the need to grab him into your own hands. “can i touch you too?” you ask innocently with wide eyes, imagining just how smooth he will feel in your bare hands.

rafayel whines, still obediently pumping his cock in his hands, “yes please, i need you to touch me.” at his plea, you let your hands find their way to his hands, still diligently pumping up and down. you wrap your smaller hand over his and mimic his motions. you gasp at the sheer size of him, your fingers just barely able to wrap around his girth. you can feel his veins throbbing against your fingers, begging you to continue further. the sheer amount of pre cum that already coats his fingers, and now yours, makes you wonder how delicious his spend would feel inside you instead.

“you’re so dam beautiful when you – fuck – use me like this. dreamed about this for s’long,” he bites out, his hands finding your nipples once more. his long artist fingers tease you expertly, taking the peaks and rolling them gently.

his skilled hands and filthy words accelerate the intensity of your body’s peak quickly approaching you. his entire body is flushed and burns under the pumps of your fist, likely exacerbated by the effects of your scent. you respond to his endless stream of gasps and swears with breathless mewls of your own, whispering sweet words into his ear.

“let me cum rafayel, please. want to cum for you s’bad,” you beg against him, despite him having given you all the power already, knowing the begging will drive him insane.

rafayel drives his knee further into you as your core grinds into him like second nature. your wrists vigorously pump his leaking cock, the thick heat of it feeling absolutely unreal against your palm. with your free hand you thread your fingers through his long soft hair, gripping gently. with a strangled groan rafayel sinks his teeth into your neck, sucking at your pulse point as if he’s trying to devour your scent. reluctantly he pulls away, throwing his head back in pure pleasure once more.

“f-fuck you drive me fucking crazy y/n,” he pants, his thick length throbbing at your vigorous pumps along his shaft, almost as if his heart was beating inside it. the endless precum that falls from the tip coats your fingers, making a wet mess in rafayel’s pants and your palm.

he groans in disappointment when you release his erection, but his eyes are trained on your every movement. overcome with your aching need for the gorgeous purple haired man before you, you bring your soaked fingers to your lips and slowly insert your index and middle finger into your parted mouth. you make a show of letting your tongue lap up his essence from your digits, never letting your eyes break contact with his as you devour him off your fingers. you can’t help but let out a muffled moan at the taste of him, sweeter than you could have ever fathomed, so deliciously rafayel.

he nearly hyperventilates as you peer at him through the tears of pleasure that had beaded onto your eyelashes. “look at you, hah, like a fucking masterpiece,” his thumb caresses your lip as his breathless praises make you squirm against his knee. the pre cum on his thumb swipes onto your tongue, and you itch to taste him again. you shift yourself so that you can take his thumb into your mouth, using your tongue to swipe all the slick off his slender fingers.

rafayel shivers at your touch, his mind a mush of lust and adoration as he watches your eyes roll back at the taste of his cum on your lips.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs, drunk off your pheromones invading his senses. you only smile at him and tip toe up to press your lips against his, wanting him to be able to taste himself on your tongue. he groans into your mouth at the odd sensation of being able to taste both himself and you all at once. both his hands come up to thread in your hair, pulling you as deeply into him as he possibly can. you can feel his exposed chest against your own, his heart pounding rapidly against the swell of your dress covered breasts. the proximity lets him control every twitch of his quads against your cunt and you cry into his mouth at the stimulation.

as you continue to fuck yourself onto his knee, you find yourself on the cusp of your orgasm, nearly blinded by the ecstasy of his leg wedged between your thighs and the salty taste of his slick on your tongue, “raf-rafayel, m’gonna cum.”

despite his furious blush, he smirks at you, as devilishly handsome as ever, “you gonna cum on my knee baby?”

if it weren’t for the cloud of pleasure fogging your every nerve you’d surely have a snarky retort to throw back at him, but the need to have him is so great you can’t think of a single thing. without even needing to enter you, rafayel has rendered you utterly fucked out.

so instead, you nod eagerly as your grinding against his knee becomes increasingly sloppy and erratic. rafayel, entranced by the utterly fucked bliss in your eyes can’t stop himself from falling deeper into the abyss that is you: your voice, your eyes, your smell, your soul. he finds himself realizing that, though he’s seen millions of dollars in once in a lifetime artworks, even creating some of his own to add to this infinite world, the entire universe pales in comparison to you. the thick haze of emotions overwhelms him and he finds himself begging, once again.

“p-please cum for me, my love. i need to see it,” rafayel begs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. the sensation makes your entire body shiver, causing your cunt to quiver further into his soaked knee. you’re not used to his voice, normally teasing and bratty voice, being this needy and adoring. it’s all enough to shove you viciously into your orgasm. you cling onto rafayel as you release all over your panties and his leg, still languidly grinding into you.

you can’t stop the screams that rip out of your mouth, pure ecstasy and satisfaction laced into your very breath. rafayel holds you tightly against him, cooing into your ear, talking you through the waves of pleasure, as the excruciating ecstasy makes tears spill out of your eyes and onto your cheels.

rafayel eyes widen in pure awe as he watches every shiver and twitch of your orgasm against his leg. he throws his head back, swearing as your scent becomes exponentially more potent. the smell of your spend is thick in the air, mixing with your pheromones and the perfume until it overloads every nerve in his body. the throbbing in his cock grows unbearable even with nothing touching it, physically twitching uncontrollably as he explodes inside his slacks.

you cry out one last time when your thighs collapse from the intense climax, and rafayel catches you by your waist, holding you steady against him and the wall behind you. the movements against your cunt slow as you ride out the final waves of your orgasm. with nothing separating his thigh from your cunt but your soaked panties, rafayel can swear he feels your clit throb against him, the aftershocks of your climax wracking your body, just as the effects of his own orgasm sear through his.

you’re a panting and sobbing mess against his flushed chest. your legs are completely useless, supported solely by rafayel’s strong and safe arms around your waist and his knee still wedged between you. he rests his face in the mess of your hair, breathing you into him. unbeknownst to you, rafayel is reeling from his own climax as he holds you protectively against him, almost for dear life.

through the comfortable silence that has blanketed the bathroom, rafayel’s voice vibrates on the top of your head, “you smell so fucking good baby.”

you smile contentedly against rafayel’s chest, your hands reaching up to smooth his curly hair away from his sweaty forehead, “do you feel better?”

he smiles against your head, taking another deep breath of you into him. his voice is thick with satisfaction, but also unrelenting hunger, “yes, but…” you wait for him to finish his thought, but there’s only silence.

“rafayel?”

his reply comes out strangled and heavy against the top of your head, “i-i need more. i need you.”

you shift so you can look up at him. he doesn’t speak, but his hooded eyes tell you everything he’s thinking. maybe it’s the post orgasm haze, but you find yourself being unable to deny rafayel, wanting nothing more than to please him.

getting on your toes so you can reach him, you let your bottom lip brush against his, relishing in the way his breath catches in his throat, and whisper, “take me rafayel.”

“sh-shit,” he mumbles and presses his lips the rest of the short distance into yours. he tears into you with such torrid intensity that your knees buckle. as his palms hold your face in place, you cling onto his shoulders for support, the feeling of him enveloping you so overwhelmingly addicting. as your legs give out under the excruciating anticipation of what’s to come, you hook your knee into rafayel’s waist. he grips your thigh, lifting it to hook around his back. his hand kneads into your bare skin as he reluctantly tears his lips from yours.

“you can’t stand anymore?” his cocky grin contrasts the deep blush on his cheeks. before you can snap back at him, he hoists you up against the wall. instinctively you yelp, wrapping your other leg against his waist as he holds you securely against the cool tiles behind you and his solid abdomen.

his lips simultaneously find yours again, locking deeply with an unrelenting passion that quite literally takes your breath away. as your breath becomes his, your thighs clench at the crushing intensity of his lips, wanting him deeper, harder. his tongue explores every inch of you, and you whimper into him at the pure need that was manifesting in your gut once more.

feverishly, rafayel breaks away, like he cannot possibly wait another second. he doesn’t even break a sweat as he balances your squirming body with one hand, his other hand reaching down to pull off his belt that he’d undone earlier.

you want to ask rafayel if it’d be more comfortable to go to his bed or even the studio sofa, but you’re rendered speechless as he pulls his cock out of his slacks. you’d felt it in your hands earlier, but seeing it in all its glory under the light was a whole different story.

rafayel definitely took pride in how he presented himself, his hair, his clothes; everything about him was pristine and curated just how he wanted others to see him. and his manhood was no different. he stood absolutely proud against his naval, his impressive length erect enough to touch just below his belly button, curving straight up. he’s unsurprisinglt well groomed, but with a dusting of pubic hair along his happy trail to his glorious cock. like rafayel himself, it was nothing short of art.

but then you noticed that he has trails of white cream smeared all over his delicious length, matted into the hair along his pelvis. far too much to be just pre cum.

“d-did you cum earlier?” you can’t stop the grin that forms on your face as you realize rafayel had finished earlier just watching you pleasure yourself against him. literally came undone at the mere thought and sight of your pleasure.

rafayel averts his eyes, hiding under his tousled bangs, his face tomato red, “sh-shut up!” his reaction only makes you laugh and want to provoke him more.

“you’re such a bad boy rafayel, cumming without me touching you,” you coo, using one hand to scratch his hair soothingly, “just an eager little kitty for me.”

rafayel’s eyes narrow as his lips form his signature pouty grimace, “i am not a cat.”

you open your mouth to tease him more, but rafayel pushes you harder into the wall so he can free one hand to rub his thumb against your lips. you yelp at the feel of the stone cold wall being pressed further into your burning skin. with his finger on your mouth, his eyebrow raise at you pointedly. his eyes light up with an intense and burning warning, “i’m about to fucking ravage you. are you sure you want to keep teasing me?”

his words shut you up instantly. you shake your head vehemently and obediently, your cunt aching at his promises, needing nothing more than to be filled with him.

“good girl,” he murmurs, his hand moving off your lips to reach under your dress, hooking his finger into the waistband of your panties. you shiver at the feel of his palm on your waist, as he attempts to pull them off of you. but he quickly grows impatiently frustrated at the tangle of your bodies.

“i’ll buy you another pair, ‘kay?” you’re about to protest but rafayel wastes absolutely no time, bunching the delicate material in his fist and tearing it off you. you gape as the sound of fabric ripping sounds in the air and watch the lace material fall to the ground.

“r-rafayel! i liked that pair!” you scold, hitting his shoulder in a mixture of disbelief but also arousal at his primal urge. you know you should be more upset but you find yourself just melting into a puddle at his unabashed behavior. i mean honestly you wore those in hopes that he might see them anyways.

“i’ll buy you as many as you want, if you let me rip them off of you,” he grins in feigned apologeticness. at your expression he continues, this time earnestly, “m’sorry, just can’t wait anymore.” and with those words, rafayel sheaths himself into you. you yelp at the alarming stretch, his girth much more than you’re used to. even with the thick slick of your combined orgasms, it’s slightly painful to accommodate him.

simultaneously, rafayel cries out huskily as he enters you, your grip down there absolutely strangling his erection. the finish of your first climax thickly coats his cock, but it’s just barely enough to offset the stretch from how thick he is. his strong arms hold you securely in place as his pelvis slowly begins thrusting up into you, pushing you up the wall at every stroke.

the angle he has you in meant every single thrust hits your cervix, his cock unbelievably lengthy. the curvature causes every stroke to drag deliciously against your g spot which makes you cream uncontrollably at each thrust, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock that splashes into you with every vigorous stroke. your clit rubs roughly against his pelvis, his coarse happy trail rubbing against it with every movement, stimulating your body beyond belief.

“fuck you’re taking me so well baby,” rafayel moans into your ear, swallowing another mouthful of your aroma. you whimper as you feel him getting unbelievably harder at your scent alone, his solid flesh brushing against every single corner of your gummy walls. his veins throb inside of you as he twitches in pleasure. “so fucking tight, all for me yeah?”

“raf, s’big. feel s’good,” you slur, the haze of ecstasy starting to cloud your consciousness. his thrusts go harder, deeper, at your praises, and you cry out, unable to stop your thighs, and simultaneously your cunt, from tightening around him.

a strangled moan leaves his lips at your movements, his damp forehead pressing against yours as one of his hands leave your thighs to grip the wall next to you. “sh-shit are you always this tight or is this jus’ for me?”

before you can respond, rafayel is babbling huskily into your ear again, “wish you could see yourself right now. you look so beautiful, so fucked out, all for me huh?”

your eyes squeeze shut at his filthy words, and you can’t help but clench down on him again. your profuse arousal coats the hair along his pelvis, creating the most filthy and lewd noises as rafayel continues to bounce you onto his cock, his stamina absolutely unreal. your lips chant his name, over and over, your brain only filled with him.

“look at me y/n, need to see you,” rafayel begs into your neck, still absolutely inhaling your pheromones, getting harder at every intake, “jesus you smell so fucking good.”

you force your eyes open, fighting the ecstasy from taking over completely. as he shifts to stare into your eyes, he gives you the most gorgeous rafayel smile that threatens to short circuit your brain and stop your heart. there’s an overwhelming swirl of emotions in his purple-blue eyes: lust, mischief, adoration, respect, longing, and…so much love.

it’s all enough to make you want to confess the feelings you yourself had forced deep down, trying desperately to forget them for the sake of your friendship and working relationship. rafayel keeps staring into your eyes, straight into your soul, and you finally open your mouth to try and find the words, “i–”

but instead, he cuts you off, bending down so your lips brush against each other again, “i know.” with those words, he presses himself needily into your waiting mouth

grateful that he doesn’t need you to say the words, you return his kiss with equal fervor, doing your best to convey all the things you had wanted to say.

the bruisingly passionate kiss pushes you towards the edge as rafayel continues to bounce you ruthlessly onto his cock. you’re forced to pull away from his lips to let out a strangled cry of pleasure. through the overwhelming ecstasy, rafayel takes the opportunity to shove his hand in between your bodies, easily finding your clit. the stimulation forces you to scream out uncontrollably, your eyes and head rolling back into the wall.

“jesus look at how soaked you are y/n,” he mumbles in awe, eyes glued to where your bodies connected, “look, baby.”

at his urging, you force yourself to lift your head off the wall and glance down at his fervent ministrations. the sight you’re met is enough to make you finish all over him right then and there.

the veins in rafayel’s thick forearm bulge as he paws at your clit furiously, the slick glistening on his thick length and splatters as the force of his thrusts rattle you deliciously against the cold wall. as he pulls out of you entirely with each thrust, you can see the throb of each vein of his cock, aching to be thrust back inside you.

“raf-rafayel,” you gasp out, “i–”

“i-i know baby, i can feel it. squeezing the life out of me,” he groans, shifting your entire weight onto his right arm while his left forearm slams into the wall above your head, anchoring him and allowing him to fuck into you with a new mind numbing intensity.

his chin digs into your shoulder as he hammers into you relentlessly, “ffuuck baby, gonna make me cum all – shit – over you huh?”

the force of the orgasm that chases you is utterly blinding, and against your better judgment you plead with him, “p-please cum inside raf, i want to feel you.”

you can feel his panting breath hitch by your ear, and he whispers, “are you sure? don’t tease me y/n. y-you can’t take it back. please.”

“won’t take it b-back,” you wail as his thrusts bruise your walls, the painful pleasure edging you closer and closer to your undoing. “please rafayel, need you inside me s’badly.”

at your begging, rafayel goes absolutely insane. he slams you so vigorously against the wall that you can practically feel the entire house shake. every throbbing thrust pushes against your more sensitive spots, bullying right into your cervix. his breath becomes increasingly erratic and he sinks his teeth into your neck to contain his throaty moans.

the sudden sensation of his teeth against your pulse, so dangerously aggressive yet gently teasing, sends you barreling into your orgasm. “cumming, cumming, m’cumming raf,” you wail repeatedly, unable to form any other words as tears stream down your face and onto his ruined dress shirt.

your hand roughly tears at rafayel’s hair as he continues to ravage both your clit and your aching hole, finally sending your body into the mind numbing explosion of your climax. your cunt grips onto him for dear life, throbbing uncontrollably to the sloppy rhythm of his thrusts. you ride the endless waves of your orgasm, vision blurring as tears continue to spill from your eyes.

“raf, s’too much,” you whimper, fingers releasing his hair and reaching down to scratch at his back, trying to relieve any of the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to make you lose consciousness. you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how you were destroying rafayel’s expensive shirt under your nails. your legs tighten around his waist as he continues to pound you into the wall. you’re almost sure your body will be battered and bruise tomorrow, not that you’d complain.

“m’sorry,” he pants, but only thrusts harder and faster, “jus’ hold onto me love. m’so – ffuuck – so fucking close.” you nod obediently, still riding the last receeding waves of your own orgasm, pussy quivering around every ridge and vein on his shaft.

“jesus if you could feel how tight you’re squeezing me right now,” rafayel grits through clenched teeth, “you want me to cum inside you that bad? that you’re gonna force it out of me?”

your lids feel so heavy as the pleasure of your orgasm ebbs into exhausted satisfaction, and you murmur, “m’not doing anything raf, you jus’ feel so good. so deep.”

at your praises, rafayel lets out a strangled groan and comes undone inside of you. you cry out as the warmth of his spend fills you, soothing the ache from the ravaging your poor cunt just took. he shoots rope after rope of it into you, a never ending stream of him emptying inside of you.

rafayel rests his forehead against yours, his forearm still using the wall above your head to support him. you both pant into each other as the quivering of your cunt squeezes every last drop of him inside you. he shivers at the feeling of your womanhood throbbing around his softening member, completely spent.

rafayel does his best to keep himself, and you, upright. his arms shake slightly, the aftershocks of his own orgasm devastating every muscle in his body. you can feel his biceps trembling, you fight to keep your eyes open, “s’okay raf i can stand.”

“okay love,” he murmurs into your hair, taking in one last whiff of your scent, before pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. you whimper as he slips out of you, your sore hole still wanting nothing more to be filled by rafayel. you do your best to ignore the thick streaks of your collective spend dripping down your legs. as you unhook your thighs and let your feet touch the floor, your body gives out.

rafayel catches you before your knees can crash into the tiled bathroom floor. you don’t have to look at his face to know he’s smirking at you.

“need me to carry you baby?”

as you hold yourself up clutching his arm, you narrow your eyes at him, “no. shut up.”

rafayel chuckles, the smile in his eyes glowing brightly at you, “come on y/n, let me take care of you.”

your snappy refusal is cut off by your squeal as rafayel scoops you into his arms, like a princess. you wince at the feeling of the smearing of dampness between your thighs as rafayel hooks his arms under your thighs. you hadn't even noticed that he’d put his belt back on.

“always with the theatrics rafayel,” you grin, unable to stop yourself from burying your face into his chest. he smiles in response as he carries you through his home. you breathe in rafayel’s scent, an intoxicating blend of sea salt, cardamom, and arousal.

“you love me.”

you sigh to yourself, love him you absolutely did. but that was a conversation you two would need to have another day.

looking up, you find yourself in rafayel’s room, his white curtains billowing as the night time breeze cascades through them. as rafayel sets you down on his plush king sized bed, your phone rings from the inside of his pocket. you’d almost forgotten you’d given him your phone when thomas had called earlier.

the phone keeps ringing as rafayel sits besides where you lay, attention focused solely on you. you pat his thigh, “raf? can you pick up my phone?”

rafayel grimaces as he grabs your cell phone from his slack pockets. “it’s just thomas,” he grumbles like a child, “i told him not to call again.”

he takes one look at your unamused expression and sighs in defeat, “fine fine.”

rafayel picks up the phone, snapping, “what thomas?”

“speaker phone,” you mouth at him, only able to hear thomas’s erratic mumbles through the phone. he rolls his eyes, but puts the call on speaker, holding it up between you two.

“you guys better be half dead in a ditch or actually dead,” he threatens sulkily, “how could you guys not show up?”

“didn’t i say not to call again?” rafayel fires back, but his tone is teasing. you know rafayel cares about thomas a lot, even if he makes the agent’s life hell.

“thomas, i’m so sorry! i’ll make it up to you i swear,” you apologize, feeling horribly guilty. you could only imagine how many angry sponsors and reporters he had to deal with.

as rafayel holds the phone with one hand for you to speak into, he notices your black dress had ridden up to reveal glistening streaks pooling down your legs. he uses the index finger of his free hand to scoop up the spend that continues to drip down your thighs. your breath hitches as he smirks at you, his hand creeping up further, into your inner thigh.

“you owe me so many dinners,” thomas grumbles, but you have a difficult time paying attention to the rest of his words as rafayel’s hands venture further up, dangerously. you give him a warning look, but his fingers only trail up further to tease you, grazing against your bare slit.

“are you guys even listening to me?” thomas demands through the phone, his tone is as pouty as rafayel normally is.

“y-yes, i’m sorry,” you try to keep your voice as steady as possible, “i’ll uh, i’ll get you take out tomorrow!” you swat at rafayel’s lingering hands but he doesn’t budge. his ears are pink and you notice his breaths are coming out in short pants as he quietly climbs onto the bed at your feet. you do your best to keep your own moans from bursting uncontrollably out of your lips as his fingers relentlessly tease you.

“yes, and i want boba too. with extra – wait. what are you guys doing?” rafayel and your eyes snap to each other and then to the phone. you’re about to speak when thomas’s shrill voice cuts in again.

“you guys better not be doing what i think you’re doing! i swear to g–”

“‘kay gotta go bye bye thomas love you!” rafayel interrupts sheepishly, ending the call with his thumb. there’s a brief moment of disbelief and silence before you both burst out into laughter.

you clutch your stomach, trying to catch your breath as the uncontrollable giggles keep coming. but the thought of thomas makes you feel guilty again, “rafayel maybe we can still make it to the party if we hurry. we can’t just leave thomas –”

rafayel shushes you with his finger, his hair falling into his eyes as he leans over you, “i just got an idea for a painting and i have to start right now.”

you’re no stranger to rafayel’s spontaneous bouts of inspiration. in the past, he’d literally drag you to the oceanside and not ten minutes into the excursion, he’d race home needing to get started on an idea he had right then and there. and sometimes he’d forget you at the beach.

“right now? but we’re not in the studio,” you squirm as rafayel leans closer to your face, shifting his body so that he’s kneeling at your feet, in between your legs.

“oh. i meant a different kind of painting. maybe on your stomach,” your brows furrow in confusion at his words as he smirks mischievously at you. you squeak as he climbs to hover over you, his body pressed against your still sensitive areas. your body heats up again as the feel of his hardening cock against you.

his thumb presses against your bottom lip, the salty taste of him invading your senses once more, “or maybe…on your beautiful face.”

the implications of his words finally hits you all at once, and your face burns like a wildfire. you hit his shoulder weakly and unconvincingly, already succumbing to the arousal pooling back in your thighs as you watch the desperate need return to his eyes.

“r-rafayel!”

“then again you’re already a piece of art,” he murmurs, his voice groggy with desire. he presses a kiss to your parted lips, then to your exposed collarbone, and then to your covered breasts, “but you know me. i like to take my time with my art.”

oh you were utterly fucked.

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[astro notes no. 002]

IF IT DON’T APPLY LET IT FLY. everybody’s chart is different, if you have any aspects or placements mentioned in this post that don’t resonate with you, that means the energy didn’t manifest the way that i described due to other influences in your chart (or you being delusional, idk, you decide). also, when i speak on certain signs i'm referring to their archetype and the innate energy they express. just be mindful that there's a variety of ways these energies can manifest from person to person.

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y’all stay talking about how hard scorpios have it but y’all don’t talk about the struggles capricorns face. especially capricorn moons?? have y’all ever encountered a capricorn moon that wasn’t in therapy or didn’t desperately need it??? they be facing the most insane level of emotional distress and then turn around and pick up more shifts and start studying harder like that shit finna help lmfao

the discourse surrounding 8H synastry is... odd to me. i feel like some people (specifically the tumblr/tiktok girlies) are romanticizing trauma bonding. y’all can talk about how good the sex is all y’all want, but unless you and the person involved have a good amount of self-awareness and are spiritually evolved enough (especially if y'all have your own 8H placements in your own charts), i feel like you’re just setting yourself up to be in a “toxic” relationship with somebody. it could just be my aqua venus talking, but the whole “baring your soul” to someone and developing a possessive/jealous bond with them don't sound fun to me. i would rather perish.

everyone talks about how dramatic your saturn return is but why does no one bring up how traumatic your 12H profection years are? being 23 was literally one of the most unhinged experiences i’ve ever had

i be tryna advocate for geminis because i know they’re just lil creative mercurial sponges and wanna have enough knowledge to see everything from every side… but why do some of them act like that? and you know what i mean. especially the more “unevolved” gemini placements, they be doing the most insane level of mental acrobatics and be contrarian just for the sake of being contrarian

i have to say this as an 8H moon, i understand what y’all mean when y’all say 8H, scorpio, and plutonian placements usually face a lot of vitriol from others for no reason, but honestly, some of y’all be using that as a justification for being paranoid and manipulative. operating from a place of pain, assuming that everybody is out to get you, and being hyper-vigilant of people’s intentions isn’t the type of behavior anyone should be trying to normalize. let that hurt go pookie <3

i feel like this has been spoken about before but i’ll never understand why water signs are constantly stereotyped as the emotional crybabies of the zodiac but fire signs aren’t? water signs can definitely be sensitive and existential but prominent fire placements will literally lose their mind over the smallest shit and then be cool 10 minutes later… yes i’m looking at you aries

speaking of aries, can we address the way that they’re literally the toddlers of the zodiac and very much so behave like it? idk as a pisces i have a soft spot for them, i love their childlike, carefree spirit, and the way they be throwing tantrums for fun tickles me

this note doesn’t pertain particularly to signs/placements but astrology in general. i am begging y’all (specifically the people who are newer/beginners to astrology) to use traditional studies as a starting point and to stop taking notes from these tiktoks and tumblr posts. there are astrologers on these platforms who have done the work and studied (love y'all), but there are a plethora who haven’t. i saw a post the other day where somebody said squares/oppositions don’t indicate conflict in a chart and i felt like i was losing my damn mind. i definitely recommend the astrology podcast as a starting point for beginners, chris brennan is amazing and i still find myself re-listening to a lot of his content

i talked to one of my mutuals the other day about this, but astrology is such an amazing tool, and y’all should use it for so much more than self-validation. y’all do not need to have a certain venus placement to be considered pretty. y'all do not need certain mercury or uranus placements to be considered intelligent/creative. y’all do not have to rely on [insert random asteroid here] to know what your future spouse is gonna look like, when/where y’all are gonna meet, how they’re gonna perceive you, etc. etc. etc. i understand the hype around shit like that is due to social conditioning/constructs, but there are so many more important, relevant things you can learn about yourself through astrology that don’t revolve around "aesthetics"

the girls are gonna hate me for this one, but i don’t understand the hype around lilith. and i say this as someone with a tight sextile between my sun and BML. there’s three versions of it, two of which don’t even technically exist, and then there’s a mean/true version that affects the accuracy. if anyone has more knowledge than me on the subject feel free to give me your input, because i feel like the insane amount of attention lilith gets has to do more with the whole “dark feminine archetype” trend that the tiktok/tumblr girlies love and less to do with its relevance from an astrology/astronomical lens (i feel this way about most asteroids honestly, but we’ll wake up that tea another time)

i don’t wanna get dragged so imma end this here, as always let me know if y’all have any aspects/placements mentioned and tell me how they manifest in your life/personality! and if you have any insight feel free to let me know as well. and don’t be messy. you will be blocked expeditiously. <3

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noproofread · 5 months

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a cute lil sanji one shot to cleanse the mind.

just fluffy sanji x fem!reader with a tiny bit of angst at the end.

it's pre timeskip sanji but could work with opla!sanji as well for all my taz skylar girlies.

word count: 1,098

You were sitting out on the deck of the Merry, enjoying the breeze on an otherwise hot day. “I have a small question for you, my beloved.” A voice crept behind you, you looked over to see Sanji holding a small notepad. You didn't react to the nickname he gave you, he's always flirting with women so it was just part of his personality. Sometimes you flirted back just to see his reaction, it was always funny to see him flustered. “What's your question, sweet prince?” You smiled, watching his face turn a bright shade of red. “Uh.. I um.. Wha- What are your favorite foods?” He stuttered, looking up to avoid eye contact with you. “Favorite foods? Like meals?” “Yeah, and desserts… and drinks. Anything.” He clicked the pen and looked at the notepad, ready to write down whatever you said. You figured this is something he did with all of the crew members. You thought about it for a second before answering his question. “Well I really like salmon. And lemon bars… I can't really think of any drinks outside of coffee” You laughed, looking at him with a smile on your face. You watched the young chef write down your answer, still blushing from your prince comment. Sanji looked down at you, meeting your eyes for just a moment before turning around and rushing to the kitchen.

Throughout the week you noticed Sanji bringing you different coffee drinks. He learned how to do latte art, often opting to draw a heart with the milk foam. You’d wake up to find different citrus flavored desserts by your bed with little notes that said “something sweet for someone sweet” and things of that nature. You noticed at dinner time, you had a different dish from the rest of the crew. It seems Sanji took your favorite foods and studied your palette to curate meals for you. Although he always catered to Nami’s preferences and often paid more attention to women, it seemed like he was specially interested in your enjoyment of his food. You tried not to think too much of it, maybe he was just being nice. You had mentioned it to Nami and Usopp and they just told you that Sanji was always like this around women. It’s not that you weren’t disappointed when they told you that, you were part of the crew and you were friends with him. You just slightly hoped that he had different intentions.

You decided to just ask Sanji. After all, nobody else would be able to tell you exactly what he was up to. You appreciated all the extra attention, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you fall for him just a little bit. It was easier when it was just playful banter, a couple of flirty comments here and there. But that was all fun. Now you feel your heart flutter whenever you take a sip of whatever coffee drink he made you. Reading those notes next to your bed as you bit into a sweet treat makes you feel those butterflies in your stomach. Making eye contact with him to thank him for the specially prepared meal making you blush. Asking him felt like the right move. You could always play it off if he was just being himself.

You waited patiently outside of the kitchen. You knew Sanji was going to stay behind and wash the dishes after dinner. You waved away any questions the crew asked you as they walked by, telling them you were just enjoying the night air. You contemplated waiting for Sanji to finish up before talking to him but ultimately decided to go inside to help him. You walked up to him, his back facing you as he washed a plate. “Need any help?” Sanji jumped, your voice startling him. “Oh! No no, I could never have a beautiful lady doing dishes!” Sanji looks at you, wide eyed. You chuckle, opting to just sit at the kitchen table. The silence grew thick, only hearing the sound of the water as Sanji rinsed off the dishes. “So what did you think about dinner? Was it good?” Sanji broke the silence. A sigh of relief leaves your body before you answer his question. “It was delicious. Everything you make is delicious.”

Sanji stopped and looked behind his shoulder, making eye contact with you. He was visibly flustered. You giggled, he looked cute when he was flustered. “Sanji.” You spoke. The blond chef dried his hands, having finished cleaning up, and straightened his suit. He turned to look at you, walking towards a chair next to you. “Yes?” He sat down, lighting a cigarette to ease his nerves. “I wanted to ask, while I do appreciate all the effort you’ve been putting into making my favorite meals. I-” “You want me to stop? Is it too much? Have I annoyed you? Oh god, I’ve annoyed you haven’t I?” Sanji rambled. You placed a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to stop and look at you. “I wanted to ask why you were doing all this for me. Is- Is there a reason why you're paying this much attention to me?” Your face grew hot, you assumed your blushing face was noticeable from Sanji’s soft expression.

"Is it okay that I do? I just…” Sanji trails off, looking into your eyes. “I just like you.” The words fall out of his lips, a deep red color washes over his face as he waits for your response. You leave the words hanging in the air, feeling your heart flutter as you see him blush at his confession. Having your feelings reciprocated, you smile at him and gently take the cigarette out of his mouth. You place it on the ashtray on the table and turn to look at him. He meets your gaze, slightly confused as you pull him into a gentle kiss. Sanji is startled but quickly places his hands on your face and kisses you back. You pull away and look at him. “It is more than okay that you want to do these things for me.” You whisper. He presses his forehead against yours, not letting your face go. “I will do this and more. Anything you want, whenever you want.” Sanji chuckles lightly before retracting his hands. “You did scare me a little with your question. I thought I was going to get my heart broken again.” “I would never do that to you.” You place your hand on his and give it a small squeeze.

#one piece #one piece fic #one piece fluff #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji fluff #x reader

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s0lam33y · 6 months

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stuck with you

For the izogie girlies 🤍

summary: short lil one shot abt pregnant!reader x izogie moving into a new place.

“Izogie!” You call from upstairs, you hear quick and heavy footsteps up the stairs after a second, you finally see your wife in all her glory. She readjusts the strap of overalls as she approaches you.

“Yes, my love.” She murmurs, wiping some paint off of her hands on her thighs. You’ve been spending the last two days and nights painting the walls of your brand new home. You can admit that izogie has been doing the bulk of the work and instead of helping you’ve caught yourself staring at the way her back flexes in her white tee.

But you have a good excuse. She stares at the cold paint on your belly and chuckles. Instead of doing your section of the wall, you figured it be more fun to paint the white paint on your swollen belly.

“And how will you get this off your skin?” She ponders as she takes two steps to be next to you. She looks down at you from where you’re seated on the floor and shoves her hands into pockets.

“That’s not what I called for, I’m really craving something sweet.” You smile up at her. Lately your brand new cabinets have been filled with slurpies, ice cream, Twix, anything you can get your hands on.

She chuckles as you ignore her question, the biggest smile stretching on her face. You wonder how she doesn’t ever get irritated with you.

At night, you shove her so far away from you that she’s on the edge of the bed but yet, she wakes you up with breakfast in bed. Sometimes you break into tears, sometimes multiple times throughout the day and she comforts you every time. Whatever you ask for, she brings with quickness. Even after her long days at work, she listens to your nagging and complaining about her not being home with you.

“I saw these caramel apples at the candy store,” she suggests and you feel your mouth salivate at the thought.

“Sounds good, like real good.”

“I bet.”

She lowers herself so she’s squatting behind you, a soft hand trails up your neck. Her grip is nowhere near tight as you lean back for a kiss.

You expect one or two quick pecks, but instead she kisses you once, twice, the third one lingers and before you can slot your tongue into her mouth, she pulls away, standing up and adjusting her overalls again. You lie all the way down so your back meets the hardwood floor.

“What the fuck? Where are you going?”

“To get the caramel apples.” She shrugs, you can’t even protest because she’s already out the door by the time you’re able to turn around. The stupid apples weren’t even on your mind anymore.

“I’ll be back, my loves!” She hollers and the quick slam of the door follows.

You try to get up but your swollen belly is in the way.

“Fuck.”

You’re stuck till she comes back.

#izogie x reader #izogie the woman king #izogie x you #izogie #the woman king

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millzieraa · 2 months

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quackity x mom!reader

୨ৎ˙⋆AFFECTION.˚ ᡣ𐭩

Summary: quackity x mom!reader

Note: YESSSS!! annon coming in clutch 🙏 thanks to whoever requested this, I LOVE YOU AND THIS REQUEST!!

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ᰔᩚ. I know Alex is always talking about how much he hates kids but…

ᰔᩚ. ME WHEN I LIIIIEEE!!!

ᰔᩚ. Of course some kids are obnoxious and he thinks he hates kids but once he meets yours for the first time, he falls in love with them

ᰔᩚ. They’re just so adorable! They look just like you, they have your soft features and he loves it

ᰔᩚ. The first time he found out you had a baby, he’d be a little nervous about it.

ᰔᩚ. Taking care of a child is hard work and he definitely wants a relationship to last so he’s not just there for a fun time.

ᰔᩚ. He’s there for a fun time AND a long time, baby boy is so sentimental

ᰔᩚ. He would gang up with them against you :,)

ᰔᩚ. Ughh you hate it so much (you secretly love it, and he knows it)

ᰔᩚ. Like your child will start playfully being mean to you and Alex will just jump in and bully you with your child while you dramatically fake cry

ᰔᩚ GUYS LISTEN UP!!! HE CALLS YOU MAMI!! HE CALLS YOU MAMI!! HE CALLS YOU MAMI!! HE CALLS YOU- *implodes*

ᰔᩚ. Speaking of…he’d definitely give your child Spanish nicknames!

ᰔᩚ. Like, “mija/mijo, Chico/chica, nene/nena”

ᰔᩚ. HE’D GET HELP OF YOUR CHILD TO DO ROMANTIC THINGS FOR YOUUU!!

ᰔᩚ. He’d make you breakfast in bed and get your kid to help bring it to you!

ᰔᩚ. He’d go all out on gifts for your kid, like birthdays, Christmas, VALENTINES DAY? HES GIVING THE BEST PRESENTS AND LIL TREATS

ᰔᩚ. He just wants your child to feel loved and appreciated!

ᰔᩚ. His love language is definitely physical touch so he’d kiss their forehead/cheeks, hug them when he hasn’t seen them in a while, give them piggy back rides, exc

ᰔᩚ. HED BE THE BEST FATHER FIGURE, your child would love him so much, like so much

ᰔᩚ. Once your kid was older and in that bratty stage, he wouldn’t hesitate to jump to your defense immediately if your child went to far

ᰔᩚ. You and your baby were arguing because you said they couldn’t do something and they were just like, “ugh! I hate you mom!”

ᰔᩚ. Bro would be like, “c/n wha-?! don’t say things like that about your mom! Cant you see she’s just trying to protect you?!”

ᰔᩚ. EAUGHHH

ᰔᩚ. Anyways going back, when you’d cry in his arms, Becuase being a mother is a fucking hard job

ᰔᩚ. His heart would break, like brooo

ᰔᩚ. He just be like, “shhh mami, everything’s gonna be alright. It’ll be okay mi amor.”

ᰔᩚ. He loves you and your child so so much, yall are like a home to him. His home.

ᰔᩚ. You’d come home and see him playing dolls with your child, making a girly voice

ᰔᩚ. He’d definitely be the type of boyfriend to roughhouse with your child, like swinging them around and shit LMFAOO

ᰔᩚ. He’d gift your kid his old Beanies from when he was 16/17 (I’m convinced he’s kept all of them)

ᰔᩚ. Overall, he’d be the silliest, kindest person to your child and could love them no matter what!

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#quackity #quackity x reader #alex quackity #qsmp #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #alex quackity x reader

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bakugosbratx · 2 years

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im not too happy with my body right now :((

maybe a bakugou x fem reader with a belly?

Katsuki x Chunky fem! Reader HC’s

Warning: 18+ Content. Weight, spanking, some sexual activity mentioned, oral (fem receiving), choking mentioned.

A/N: as someone who is plus size, just know that you are beautiful. Your weight doesn’t dictate your beauty. Katsuki loves us for all of our curves. I made this a HC to get more of my point across for the girlies who are not liking themselves right now! I hope this helps, babies 🤍

Tags: @decayish @kxkyuu @bakugousbrat @dienamights @rainne-cloud @vinny-likes-to-play21 @ssplague @ebiharachan @angie-1306 @fransuki @lil-miminini @ahbeautifulexistence @peachyquing @awilddreamermain @milkthistletea

Call me bias but Katsuki loves him some plus size women. I mean that, too. Like, we are just his type.

Our plush thighs, our bellies, our arms, everything is perfect to him.

He loves to lay on our bellies as he relaxes after a hard day of hero work. Your thighs are just perfect to keep him feeling safe and warm.

Katsuki is not ashamed to hold our hand out in public.

He also encourages us to wear that bathing suit we swear up and down wouldn’t look good on us because the only opinion that matters is his.

He makes you do daily affirmations until you learn to love yourself.

Katsuki also doesn’t judge what we eat nor makes us workout. Just because he likes to keep his body a certain way, he never puts that onto us.

You want that extra serving of food? You better get you some or else Katsuki will kick your ass for remaining hungry.

If anyone ever judges you or even so gives you a dirty look, he’s killing them.

Don’t ever be ashamed to go shopping in certain plus size stores either! Katsuki came from fashion designer parents. He secretly loves helping you pick out clothes that make you feel good about yourself.

Katsuki is very muscular. So, he loves that he gets to hold us so tightly and closely. Our curves are nothing more than for him to love.

A lot of us chunky girls don’t like to talk about it, but we do be having fat pussies and guess what? Katsuki eats that shit up like it’s his birthday. He loves pleasing us.

Katsuki loves that we have love handles so when he fucks us, he has something else to hold onto other than our neck or wrist.

And don’t get me started when he be hitting it from the back, girlies. Woo! He loves hearing us moan in pleasure and seeing the way our bodies move from him making us feel so good.

When I tell you, sit 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 man’s 👏🏻 face 👏🏻 I mean it. He will be pissed if you don’t. “I’m scared you can’t breathe.” He doesn’t care. If you take him out, he would be honored. Sit on his face. Do it.

You think your too heavy to be picked up? Oh, honey. You are terribly mistaken. Katsuki is picking your ass up and fucking you on the nearest surface with no problems at all.

You think you can be a brat to him? You’ll be put over his knee so fast. That ass of yours is fun to mark up. Plus he enjoys seeing the way it jiggles.

Whenever Katsuki degrades us in the bedroom, our weight is never even a thought in his mind. If he even hears you say one bad thing about yourself, he’ll fix that shit right there.

Overall, Katsuki just loves us for who we are. Never be ashamed of your body because Katsuki finds us so beautiful.

©bakugosbratx

#bakugosbratx #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x chubby reader #bakugo smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha x plus size reader #bakugo x female reader #katsuki x fem!reader #katsuki x you

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bittenbyyou · 10 months

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hello i’m not sure if you take requests butttt if you doooo could we get a fourth of july thing where the reader gets anxious from fireworks and just wants to be with peter for comfort for us sensitive girlies🙏😩🤭 (also i love ur writing it’s so sweet and silly hehe)

Title: Sparkles and Surprises

Fourth of July!AU | Fireworks!AU | Boyfriend!Peter Parker x Reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, lil comedy

description: requested

word count: 2.7k

warnings: Peter doing the most and having horrible time management skills, one Far From Home reference, just fluffy fluff.

a/n: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! I've never done a request before, it was fun. I hope I did your request justice. Your compliment made me smile. :)

Peter checked his phone, alarmed to see the flurry of texts asking where he was. Time slipped by without him realizing and he had promised to be there for you tonight. He texted you back that he was on his way as he cleaned up his area in Mr. Stark’s lab. With a hurried thanks to his mentor, he was out the door swinging back to his apartment.

[Y/N]: Don’t text and walk!

Peter: 😘

Actually, he was texting and swinging, but you didn’t need to know that. Aside from almost crashing into a bus just now, he was fine. He couldn’t wait to show you what he had been working on because this Fourth of July was going to be perfect, thanks to his foolproof three-step plan.

In his backpack was step one, the thing he’s been working on at the lab for the past week. During the time you’ve dated, Peter learned you were highly sensitive to loud sounds. It startled you to the point of where you didn’t even like having balloons at your birthday party in case they popped. The very thought of today’s holiday brought you immense discomfort because you couldn’t stand fireworks.

So when your family said they were going to see the fireworks show, you sighed and accepted your fate of spending the night alone again this year. However, Peter couldn’t accept that. He didn’t want you to face your fear alone. He immediately offered for you to come spend the night over at his place. You feared you were holding him back from enjoying the night, but he didn’t care about fireworks. He cared about you.

“Okay, I’ll be at your place at 8:30,” you said over the phone.

“Great. Aunt May will let you in. I have some things to do with Mr. Stark and then I’ll be right there with you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“You promise you’ll get home before the fireworks show starts?”

“Of course.”

“Pinky promise?”

He laughed, putting his pinky in the air. “I’m pinky promising the imaginary you in front of me right now.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Very.”

You smiled to yourself. “Alright. Don’t be late.”

As he swung through the city, he spotted step two: your favorite place for take-out. He landed gracefully at the entrance and walked in, noticing how long the line was.

“Aw man…”

Checking the time on his phone, he tilted his head side to side, calculating if waiting in line was worth it. The thought of seeing your face light up with joy if he’d show up with your favorite food convinced him it was worth the hassle. He tapped his foot impatiently, deep down wishing Spider-Man got a free pass to the front, but he knew that’d be abusing his status. After enduring 15 minutes of waiting, he reached the front of the line and ordered your usual, making sure to include all the customizations and sauces you liked. Fortunately, the food came out quicker than the actual waiting in line to order. Peter rummaged through his pockets, pulling out a wad of crumpled cash and spare change. He attempted to pay, but disaster had struck as the coins slipped from his grasp.

His eyes widened in disbelief as the floor transformed into a sea of copper. He let out an exasperated groan as he hunched down to pick them all up.

“Of all coins, why did it have to be pennies?” he muttered.

“[Y/N] is calling, Peter. Do you want to take her call?” his AI aka Peter’s suit lady asked.

“Oh! Yes please!”

“Babe, where are you? The fireworks show is starting really soon. I already hear some people firing them nearby.”

“I’m coming, beautiful. I promise I’m almost there. I got off at the wrong stop and it’s a long story, I’ll see you soon!”

He ended the call, feeling guilty for the white lie, but his plan would make up for it. Speeding up the process, he used his webs and lumped all the coins into one big blob, presenting the bizarre creation to the cashier with an exaggerated shrug.

“Keep the change,” he said, giving him a playful finger gun gesture. Leaving the perplexed cashier behind, he left the shop and checked the time, knowing he was ready for step three of his master plan.

It consisted of going to your favorite cafe, just a short block away. Peter’s confidence soared when he noticed there was no one in line, as if the universe was on his side. Approaching the counter, he flawlessly ordered your drink, stunning the employees with his eloquence in listing all your favorite add-ins. The drink was almost done when a group of enthusiastic fans burst into the cafe, excited to see the iconic red and blue-clad superhero.

“Oh my gosh, can we get a picture? Please?”

“Do a backflip!”

Even though Peter attempted to decline, he ultimately gave in because Spider-Man was compassionate. He loved all his fans (even the relentless ones who couldn’t take a hint). Besides, there was plenty of time to get back to you because he had now completed all three steps.

“Thanks Spider-Man!”

“Yeah, no problem!” he shouted back as he ran out of the cafe after the impromptu photo session. He checked the time once again, sighing in relief that he had time to spare. Unfortunately, his heightened senses detected something amiss nearby. Peter groaned, torn between his desire to help and the urge to get home quickly. “Damn it.”

He turned a corner to spot a group of criminals causing mischief in an alleyway. Setting down the food and drink, he approached them, determined to bring justice.

“Guess crime doesn’t take a holiday, huh?” Peter quipped at the startled group. They stopped fighting momentarily, staring at each other before sending a hail of bullets his way. Peter evaded their attacks effortlessly with a perfectly executed backflip, dodging the projectiles with ease. With a mischievous grin, he shot out a series of webs, ensnaring the criminals and leaving them dangling like confused pinatas.

Things seemed victorious for Peter until more thugs suddenly showed up, almost like a hidden level in a video game. He threw up his hands in mock frustration and groaned.

“You guys are ruining my night, you know that?”

*BOOM*

*Thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip*

“Hey, let us down!”

“I think you should thank me for giving you a great view of the fireworks. Have a blast, fellas!”

Oh man, you were totally going to kill him now. His phone was spammed with texts from you, mostly asking where he was.This was not how it was supposed to go down; his plan was meant to be foolproof. Panic set in, and he hurriedly grabbed the food and drink, bolting home to change in the only secluded spot he could find. Then he sprinted up the stairs to his apartment, unfortunately spilling the drink on himself from clutching it so tightly against his chest.

“No, no, no, argh, ew. Ugh,” he groaned, drenched in the beverage. He persevered and unlocked the door, stepping in and calling out for you.

*BOOM*

“Babe, I’m here!”

Aside from the fireworks, only silence greeted him in response. He threw his backpack onto the nearest table, glancing around the empty living room and kitchen. Where were you? Wait, where was Aunt May?

“May?”

*BOOM*

He narrowed his eyes, seeing his bedroom door open. He headed straight inside, only to see his bed covers slightly wrinkled and his blanket missing.

“Babe?” he called out, voice laced with concern.

From the left, faint sniffles reached his ears, drawing his attention to the closet door. He set down his stuff on the dresser and then opened the closet to reveal you, cocooned in a mountain of blanket, tears streaming down your face. As your eyes met his, he felt his heart ache.

“Oh my gosh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, immediately lowering himself to your level and enveloping you in a tight embrace, feeling how much you were trembling. A whirlwind of emotions flooded through you—anger for his lateness, fear from the fireworks, and joy from the comforting scent of his hoodie. Yet one emotion trumped them all as soon as your chests collided.

“... You’re wet,” you managed to say in between sobs. “Gross…”

“Ah, yeah, I did this stupid thing and spilled the drink I got you.” He quickly took off his hoodie and discarded it to the side, hugging you once more.

“You’re late.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You pushed him off you and hit his chest repeatedly, your strikes were too weak to do any real damage. “You were late!”

*BOOM*

You jumped back into his arms, scared out of your wits. He couldn’t help but chuckle, holding you tight with one hand on the back of your head.

“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” you muttered, squeezing him tight.

“I know,” he replied, his voice filled with understanding.

You two stayed like that for 15 minutes, giving you enough time to take some deep breaths and enjoy being embraced by your boyfriend. Somewhere along the line you allowed him to join you in your mound of blanket after he asked you with those beautiful brown puppy dog eyes of his.

“It’s so loud… and it’s not stopping anytime soon.”

“Well, I got you something. Wait here.”

You lifted your head off his shoulder and protested, “No, please stay.”

“I promise it’ll be okay. I’ll be right back. It’s just on my dresser,” he said, pointing to the furniture item that was only a few feet away.

*BOOM*

You shut your eyes tight, taking another deep breath before letting him go. Peter rushed to the dresser and grabbed all the stuff, then returned to you and closed the closet door. With a pull of the switch on the ceiling, he lit the closet with the soft glow of the lightbulb before settling down.

“This is your favorite drink, um… well half of it,” he said sheepishly, handing you the nearly empty beverage.

“Peter…”

“And I got you your favorite food. It might be cold now though, do you want me to microwave it?”

“No, that’s okay.”

“And I got you–”

“Peter, stop.”

He froze, sensing the seriousness in your voice. “Is something wrong?”

*BOOM*

You winced at the sound, but remained strong. “Aside from the constant explosions… yes. I appreciate you going out of your way to get me my favorite things. I’m thankful, really.”

Your eyes went toward the floor, your nerves getting the best of you. Peter placed his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You were late. And I really needed you here. You broke your promise to me,” you expressed with a tinge of disappointment.

“I know and I feel awful about it. I just wanted this night to go perfect for you. I wanted to impress you,” he explained sincerely.

Your head snapped up, surprise and affection in your eyes. “Impress me? You don’t need to impress me.”

“I don’t?”

“No. I’m impressed by you everyday. You’re sweet, thoughtful, so unbelievably smart, and…” you trailed off once you noticed how wide Peter’s grin kept growing.

“And~?” he prodded, his eyes sparkling.

“Cheeky. Irresponsible. Late,” you teased, unable to contain your laughter. His smile faltered, but you quickly reassured him. “Thank you for going out of your way to get my favorite things. But you forgot the most important one.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he held his hand rested on his head in a thoughtful thinking pose. What could he have forgotten?

“Oh! Wait! Here’s the last thing I got you.”

He whipped out a pair of headphones that had been hiding behind him. “I made these with Mr. Stark. They’re noise-canceling headphones, so you won’t be able to hear the fireworks. They have a 100% success rate while most store-bought ones only work 99% of the time (how is that any more impressive, you thought, laughing on the inside at his nerdy rambling). You won’t be able to hear anything. You can play music or call me and other cool features. And I made it your favorite color! Here.”

He carefully placed the headphones on your head and you couldn’t help but admire his concentrated face and how delicate he was with you. It made your heart beat faster, and above all, it made you feel safe. That's all you had ever wanted.

“Can you hear me?” Peter asked, his lips moving while you tried to read them. You shook your head. He was always very expressive with his body, shouting “yes!” while doing a fist pump in response.

“But babe this isn’t my most favorite thing,” you exclaimed, not realizing you were shouting louder than you intended because of the headphones. Peter closed his eyes and covered his ears, prompting you to tilt your head in confusion. He opened one eye, a smile playing on his lips.

“You’re shouting!” he exclaimed.

“What?”

“I said you’re shouting,” he said, mimicking the motion of Pac-Man’s mouth with his hands.

“Oh~. My bad!” you said, still shouting. Peter chuckled at how cute you were before your words finally registered.

"Wait, what did I forget?" You kept your gaze fixed on him, and he realized he had to ask you again. "What's the thing I forgot that's your favorite?"

The way he acted out every word made you giggle because it was like a game of charades. “You! You’re my favorite thing in the world! That’s all I needed tonight!”

His face lit up with joy as he leaned in for a kiss. You closed your eyes as his warm, tender lips gently met yours, igniting a spark that traveled through your entire body. The kiss was gentle and sweet, ending with a soft smooching sound. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his smile matching your own.

“Well, since I’m your favorite I guess you don’t need this.” He reached into the to-go bag and stole a few fries, eating them without remorse right in front of you. Your jaw dropped in shock at the betrayal as you pulled away from him.

“Hey, those are mine!”

“But you said I’m your favorite!” You didn’t register what he said or even cared, trying to get the food back from him, but he lifted the bag high out of reach. You nearly climbed over his seated body, making him nearly choke on the fry out of laughter. In a surprising move, he somehow got past you and opened the closet door, darting to the living room. You chased after him around the kitchen before watching him hop over the couch like it was nothing.

“Peter Parker, I swear…” Your sharp eyes then noticed his backpack, which was partially open and what appeared to be a sleeve dangling off it. The vibrant red and blue colors made you squint as your mind pieced the clues together. Peter followed your gaze and his face grew panicked. “What is that?”

“What is what?” he said, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. Despite not you being able to hear, his face said it all. You went over to his backpack, but he snatched it and hid it behind his back.

“Is that what I think it is?”

Peter held his hand up in a stop motion when you tried to grab it from him. “D-Depends on what you think it is.”

You took off your headphones, unfazed when the last firework crackled in the distance.

*BOOM*

“You’re Spider-Man.”

Peter scrambled to think about what to say next. “W-Well, Aunt May isn’t here. She-She’s Spider-Man. It’s hers.”

“Then why is there a suit in your bag?”

“I’m just her glorified sidekick Spider-Boy!” he spewed out frantically.

“But May’s watching the fireworks with Happy,” you countered, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait, they're dating? Aunt May and Happy? Wow, that's... unexpected. Gotta admit, I'm a bit out of the loop on this one."

“Don’t change the subject!”

He used his free hand to snatch the headphones back from your grasp and dramatically placed them on his head.

“Oh no, babe. I can’t hear anything you’re saying. Wow, these work really well, I can’t even hear myself. Hello~, hello~?”

God, you wanted to kill him and kiss him all at once. You grabbed the nearest non-threatening weapon and Peter started to scream.

“NOT THE BANANAS!”

*BOOM*

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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Slashers w/ a Soft!Girly!Reader pt2

whose fav color is pink

CHARACTERS: JESSE, ASA, TIFFANY, JENNIFER (FEM!READER)

Reader is always black unless I say differently

slight NSFW, 18+, minors dni

My spooky season gift to you all. Enjoy! Happy Halloween!!🎃 Ignore any typos pls ;)

JESSE CROMEANS

will obviously get you things that suit your fancy

The few most expensive outfits you own are in black because he can’t help himself but he definitely buys you more white and pink things too don’t worry

Whenever you go out the two of you make one hell of a contrasting couple aesthetics wise and Jesse finds it particularly endearing

Will straighten your clothes/accessaries because he knows how hard you worked on a look and that you hate when parts of it get ruined and people don’t tell you

He frequently does this mid conversation

Expects pictures even if he’s on a trip when something new comes or you’re just really excited over an outfit you put together. And you can bet your ass he saves them too

Will send pictures back even if he’s (kind of) making fun of you. Just a lil bit

If you’re not really feeling a piece he will give you suggestions to try and make it more appealing for you

Also be prepared for him to rip your clothes off of you (but you know he’ll get you a replacement so it’s less worrying)

Will constantly take you places, when he’s not working, where you can dress all the way out

Now Jesse goes to some expensive ass stores so if he’s taking you out shopping expect the best

And if anyone gives you a hard time and won’t service you or let you in the store heads will be rolled (literally and figuratively; it depends on how disrespectful the person/people that come at you are)

I warn you right now, any dressing room is fair game and Jesse does not take it easy on you. If anyone’s going to get you kicked out of a store for indecency, it’s fucking Jesse

Seeing you all dressed up and posing for him just does him in

With Jesse there’s no more dyeing “nude” items/clothing either. This man will get things commissioned and custom made for you in your actual skin tone

Tailored clothing too. If an outfit piece only comes in sizes that don’t remotely fit you best believe Jesse’s on that shit. Anything for you

ASA EMORY

TW: Unhealthy power dynamics, depictions of a toxic relationship (usual Asa shit, idk)

Mostly just silently takes you in

Never admits how attractive he finds you but suspiciously always has to adjust when he sees whatever outfit you’ve put together

Will hold over certain items against you tbh

Will reward you with cute things you’ve had your eye on whenever you get through a session without being a brat

But if you misbehave, things are getting taken away

If you get him really angry he’ll take something of yours you’re attached to and throw it in with his creatures and tell you you to go get it if you want it back so bad

It pisses you right the fuck off but what are you gonna do, you know?

It’s also not gonna stop you from being a fucking brat if that’s your usual either. You’ll just double down and upset him more

You both will back and forth constantly. If you were anyone else he’d have found the most creative/demeaning way to kill you by now but, no, he’s grown attached

Absolutely loves when you’re soft for him though. The best kinds of sessions with him happen when you empty your pretty little head and do exactly as he says. It’s rare that’ll ever happen if you’re combative, but that’s half your appeal

Brings you to museum events the second he’s comfortable enough and you agree. Adores how curious you get at his work even if you’re grossed out and unlike with anyone else will explain little things to you without getting uppity

Similarly, he will also express genuine interest in someone other than himself and listen to you go on and on about your hobbies and style inspirations or what brand line has pissed you off that day. He enjoys it even if he’ll never tell you that

Cannot stand it if when you get upset you burst into tears though. He is not emotionally equipped for that shit. He will just throw solutions at the wall until you feel better

He doesn’t like you the way he “likes” the people in his collection and so actively (even when you piss him off) babies you. Anything you want this man will get you, you’ll just have to prove how badly you want it first

He’s also incredibly accommodating (for him). His public image is carefully curated to make him appear as unsuspecting as possible, and in general he’s a stickler for routine, but for you he’ll shake his routine and add you to it.

And you inherently - with your fashion sense - draw attention so he really loves you if he’s putting up with (and even encouraging) it

JENNIFER CHECK

absolutely loves your style and some of your closet will turn up missing

Y’all do facials and have spa days together

Hair days also become a regular couples activity. You guys binge watch movies and shows the whole time. If you have a lot of hair she’ll 100% finish before you but she’ll help you out where she can.

Listen, the likelihood of you and Jennifer not being the same size is high but the girl is also grossly possessive so she’s going to find a way to get you wearing her clothes. Sharing jewelry ain’t enough, you need to smell like hers, so Jennifer buys shirts/hoodies in your size to wear and then gives them to you when you come over

If you’re out and someone assumes you’re not together and starts to hit on her Jennifer will run with it (because free food) but if it’s you they’re hitting on she’ll get almost impulsively jealous

Has killed more than one person without even eating them after they’ve hit on you and she jumped down their throats for it

Is extremely supportive of your style, no matter how different from hers, even if she pokes fun every once in a while

Is obsessed with showing off how cute you two look together and posts pictures constantly. She also brags about you all the time

TIFFANY VALENTINE

She will get you matching chokers and corsets in pink

Will snap at Chucky when he makes fun of your style but you just flip him off while Tiffany roasts him

The first time you ever get blood in your hair it’s because of her

She’ll help you wash it out though. Even if it takes nearly the whole day

Loves coordinating your outfits. You’ve got carefully chosen clothes for every possible occasion. When y’all will ever need matching deep sea diving suits is beyond you but they’re damn sure in the closet

Your pretty outfits do tend to get ruined whenever her and Chucky bring their “work” home though

The two of you take Glen/da out shopping for bonding time

NOTES: this was fun. Hope you enjoyed. Here’s part one.

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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thank you for doing gods work for the gay girlies... my lil gay heart would explode if you did a "reader gets kidnapped/hurt & love interest goes feral" trope with zoya <33

A Mission Gone Wrong

A/N: One of my most favorite tropes! And Zoya is my fave book character ever, so I'm so glad you requested this! I'm here for the gay girlies always!!!! Hope this makes your little gay heart happy! :)

CW: Mentions of violence and torture, angst and drama, blood, death threats, actual death, fire, explosions, all that fun stuff. Def violent but in my opinion nothing is super graphic, but this is darker than the typical 'who did this to you' trope! So just be aware!

---

"Are you sure you don't want me to send anyone else with you?" Zoya's voice is pleading, near begging you to accept the offer.

Her concern is sweet, but maybe, a bit overbearing. You'd completed many diplomatic trips, investigations, missions of any sort on your own several times. As a Tidemaker, highly skilled in not just the Small Science, but combat too, and incredibly intelligent, you rarely ran into a situation you truly couldn't handle. Then again, since your marriage to the Queen of Ravka, you were hardly ever sent out to do anything even resembling a challenge.

You smile softly at Zoya, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her pouted lips. "Yes, my love, I think that one Inferni and one Squaller is more than enough," her face begins to contort in skepticism, and you playfully roll your eyes at her. "It will be fine, sweetheart, you worry too much."

She scoffs, as if what you'd just said was an offense. "Maybe I should go with you, it's the only way I'd worry less."

You run your hands up and down her arms, shaking your head at the comment. "And what would the heart of Ravka do without her Queen, Zoya?" She goes to protest, likely to tell you that you're more important, as she's said dozens of times, but you give her a warning look before she can speak up. "I'll be super careful, I always am. You're just stressed because it's the first time in a long time we'll be apart."

She gives you a long look, as if to say, yes, but not only will you be gone, you'll be hours away seeking out rogue and most likely hostile Grisha who don't realize they need your help.

You grin, reading her mind, yet you're still wholly unconcerned. It's been so long since you were out in the field, working intimately with the Grisha whom you've sworn to protect at all costs.

"Zoya, baby, I've done things like this several times, I'll only be gone for a few days, and that's if we even find anyone."

"Then why go? Why you? If there's a chance it won't even amount to anything, why do you have to go?"

You can't help the agitation beginning to grow. You sigh, heavily, and level a glare at her. "Because, this is what I'm good at. It's what I love to do. You know I love the Grisha, you know I'll help them as much as I can. Please, don't try to stop me from doing that."

Her eyes flutter down, and she grabs your hands, playing with the ring on your finger. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you aren't capable. And I wouldn't worry if I was accompanying you, the way that I used to."

You give her hands a squeeze. "I know that, Zoya, but we knew things were going to change when you became Queen."

She looks back up at you and smiles, though the discomfort is still evident on her face. "I know, I know. Just, please... promise me you'll be careful. You won't take unnecessary risks. You'll come home to me."

Your heart speeds up a bit, at the look on her face, the request she's made. "I promise, my love."

---

Hours later, you're atop a horse, riding along a dirt road. The two Grisha accompanying you, Nadine and Ilya, make small talk, inquiring about why the oppressed Grisha may be hostile towards any help you'll offer. You explain that because they've spent so long hiding what they can do, it's difficult to believe that post-war, they all have somewhere they can call home, somewhere they can learn and train. Their lack of education makes them dangerous, because their power is uncontrolled. Lack of control mixed with fear, hesitation, resentment, anger, even jealousy towards Grisha that haven't had to hide themselves since childhood can lead to explosive emotions, causing harm to anyone involved. They nod at everything you say, and eventually, the conversation dies down, and a comfortable silence follows the three of you.

Your thoughts begin to wander, thinking of how you'll approach any potential Grisha. There's been reports of physicians being able to remarkably heal life-threatening injuries in small towns, Healers. Reports of entire gardens and fields blooming back to life after years of lack of care and abandonment, Durasts. But this isn't what you're investigating, it isn't what truly concerns you. It's the reports of fires starting at random, wiping out villages and citizens in an uncontrollable blaze, Inferni. The reports of lakes and ponds suddenly flooding, wiping out travelers and livestock and crops, Tidemakers. The reports of storms occurring on an otherwise sunny and calm day, Squallers. These are the Grisha in most need of help, the ones that have to learn some sort of control before the public handles them themselves. You refuse to believe that they're truly malicious, just lacking any sort of guidance and outlet.

And then, eventually, your thoughts wander to her, your Zoya. You miss her, like a string tied to your heart, tugging you back the way you've came, hours away from home. Though you don't plan to be anymore than a day's ride from the palace, it's still difficult, being this far from her.

And the thought of Zoya makes your cheeks burn, remembering all the ways she said goodbye to you. Not just with her words, but her fingers, and mouth, and...

And then one of your partners is speaking to you. You shake your head, clearing your dirty thoughts, and look to your right where your companion is. "I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted, can you repeat that?"

Nadine, the Inferni, smiles, like she knows exactly what you're missing right about now. Or maybe, she's too worried she'll offend the Queen Consort. "I was just wondering if we should stop soon?" She glances down to a small map she's got clutched in her hands, "there's an inn up ahead, maybe another half hour ride? Then only a few more hours to the village we're needed in, after that."

You sigh, and give a tight nod, spurring your horse onward. You hadn't even noticed the sun had began to lower, painting the sky a red-orange haze. Truthfully, you wouldn't have minded continuing to the village, where reports of a possible Inferni had been made. But, you won't tire your companions out for your own selfish desire to get back home, to your wife.

The three of you continue towards the inn, and after another 15 minutes, your surroundings slowly look more village-esque. It's small, just a few houses littering the streets, a tavern. It's a commerce town, known for harvesting and trading out to bigger cities. Not many actually reside here, and anyone who does is a worker. It's not built for leisure. But, alarmingly, the place seems rather dry and dead. The grass is brown, the air feels... dusty. A few people in the streets give gentle nods, but they seem exhausted, clothes dirty and faces drawn tight. They recognize the three of you as Grisha due to your keftas, and while public opinion has mostly changed for the better, you can still sense some hesitation from them, some looking a bit worried about three Grisha coming to their little town, one they've surely worked hard to keep from becoming unneeded, one they've ensured people rely on through their trade.

But, what really stands out, is in the distance, there appears to be a large crater in the ground. A few people stand around it, speaking, likely the leadership figures in the town. One woman spots the three of you, and she waves you over.

Turning to your companions, Ilya, the Squaller, gives you a shrug, obviously curious about what's gone on here. Although it isn't the town you've been sent to investigate, something has clearly happened that is out of the ordinary. The three of you dismount and walk the rest of the way.

Before you reach the scene, the woman calls out, "More Grisha come to take from this town?" Her voice is hardened, her face in a scowl, but she doesn't seem to be telling you to leave.

When you get closer, you notice how deep the hole is. The area around it is absent of grass, though now, you suppose, it would be dead grass, and it proves what you had suspected, but dreaded. This was obviously a pond, or a lake, of some sort. And now, it's a dry, lifeless void.

You shake your head at the scene, and ask, "What happened? When?"

The woman, who you can now see is older, but a hard working woman, evident by the dirt on her skin, her messed hair, the muscles in her arms and the calluses on her hands, purses her lips and spits onto the dry ground. "Grisha, that's what happened. A few days ago."

Ilya, relatively new to these types of jobs, speaks up. "I'm sorry, that this happened. What else can you tell us?"

A young man, hardly out of his teens standing next to the old woman answers him. "Middle of the night. Woke everyone up. We all ran out of our houses, and there were these people..." he pauses, and his face screws up in disgust, "Grisha," he spits out, "killing our town."

The other villagers at the emptied lake nod their heads. So much for a good public opinion, you think.

The woman speaks again, "There were several of them, they emptied the lake. Just... picked it all up.. and.. carried it away. How is that even possible?" The last part doesn't seem directed at you, really, and your chest aches with empathy. "And then... there was another one. Th-they sucked the life out of everything. Look at it all! Dead and dry. There's no life here anymore."

Nadine speaks, "We're here because there's another town, farther south, that has supposedly been terrorized by a possible Inferni. We think it's a rogue Grisha, from Shu Han, that's fled the cities. Are you saying there are more rogues, ones closer than we thought?"

The woman nods, her face grim. "They've ruined everything. Our source of natural water... gone. We're the only town for miles. How will we survive, let alone trade anymore?"

And at that, your heart breaks. "I am so, so, so sorry this happened. We've been trying to find these Grisha, each time a new report crops up. It's our goal to find them, give them a home, train them. But this, this isn't just uncontrolled power. This was an attack, and I swear to you, they will be punished accordingly."

"And what does that do for us now?"

You flinch at her tone. "I'm a Tidemaker, and... the Queen, Zoya Nazyalsenky... she's my wife."

All of the people gathered at the empty lake pause, and stiffen. They stand up a bit straighter, their eyebrows raised. You always hate pulling that card, but in times like this, when it can be used as reassurance, you do it.

"As soon as we possibly can, we'll send Durasts, and Tidemakers, me included, Squallers, too, to bring water and life back to your town. I swear it. We won't let you be wiped away."

The old woman's face grows less concerned, but just a bit. "You're Y/N Y/L/N? The Queen Consort?"

You nod. "Yes, but please, just call me Y/N. I'm just here to help, however I can. That's all."

She sticks her hand out. "My name is Polina."

---

It turned out that Polina was the owner and operator of the inn, and her grandson was the young man you had also met, Alexei, was his name. Polina gave you and both of your companions rooms, and Alexei had given the three of you warm bowls of stew.

Before turning in for the evening, you had your Grisha meet with you in your room, to discuss how to proceed.

"I'm not sure we should even proceed to the next village. Truthfully, I think the reports were wrong."

Nadine nods, like she had also considered the possibility. Ilya's eyebrows raise, but he doesn't disagree. He says, "Do you think they were misunderstood, or lies, to throw us off?"

"I think that the Inferni either doesn't exist, or made themselves incredibly obvious to cover for the Tidemakers and Durasts that are apparently working together."

It isn't unusual for Grisha types to stick together, but it is for so many of them to be so malicious. It sends a chill down your spine.

"They've been working together a lot longer than we may even think. They seem organized, out of control, but organized," Nadine says. You nod in agreement, running a hand down your face from the stress.

"I think that our priority should be to help these people. I think we should head back, fulfill the promise we made by coming back with more Grisha. We help restore this town, and then travel onwards, with reinforcements. This is obviously more than the three of us intended to handle."

Ilya sighs. "What if they're destroying another village as we speak, what if they're at the village we had intended to go to, taking their water, killing their crops, too?"

Before you can respond, Nadine does. "The three of us won't be able to help them, not without more Tidemakers, more Squallers, and honestly, we'll need Healers and Heartrenders if this gets violent, and I suspect it will be, facing off with anyone willing to take water and food from an entire town."

You give her a nod of approval, proud of her logistical thinking skills and protectiveness of Ravkans. You make a mental note to urge Zoya to promote her sooner rather than later when you return home.

You send both Nadine and Ilya off to their rooms for a good night's sleep, as the three of you will return home at first light, eager to help this town before it's too late.

You turn down the lanterns of your room when they're gone, changing into a night gown and burrowing into your small bed. Though your brain is active with worries and unease, you eventually settle into a deep sleep, dreams of returning to Zoya there to greet you.

---

A harsh light is filling the room, and you awaken with a jump at a loud bang, several loud bangs, actually. Your eyes fly open, and immediately you see smoke filling the room. From the window, you can see the glow of a fire, and your door shakes with the force of someone trying to take it down.

"Y/N!" Nadine shouts from the other side, and you fly out of bed, ripping the door open with your face tucked into your elbow.

Her face is covered in soot, her eyes pinched shut from the smoke. "W-We have to g-" she cuts herself off, breaking into a violent coughing fit. A loud creak fills the space, and a wooden beam falls just feet behind you, setting your bed on fire.

"Where's Ilya?!" You ask, grabbing Nadine's arm and making a run for it. She's obviously been in the smoke more than you have, so you do most of the work, navigating the two of you down the burning hallway. You pass by Ilya's empty room and keep running, hoping he's waiting outside.

The two of you stumble down the stairs, the rail catching fire as you reach the landing, the both of you practically falling down the last flight.

Ahead, you can see flames licking closer towards the entrance, and you raise your hand, summoning what little water moisture hangs in the air to keep the doorframe from catching alight.

When the two of you burst out of the building, Nadine falls to the ground, clutching her chest and gagging from the coughs. You're disoriented, brain and vision fuzzy from the smoke, the heat, the adrenaline.

You look around, and faintly register that the entire town is burning. You want to scream in rage and despair, but your throat feels like it's on fire, and you break into a coughing fit. You try to find Ilya in the mess, but you don't see him, and instead, you're met with the vision of Alexei dragging Polina's body from the inn's entrance before finally, the entire thing is consumed by flames.

You land on your knees by Nadine, bracing a hand on her back, and attempt to scream out to Alexei to leave Polina, to move, before the entire thing collapses, before a sharp blow to the back of your head knocks you unconscious.

---

There's a throbbing pain in your temples, and it hurts to even move your eyes, but slowly, you peel them open. They're fuzzy for a few moments, and your ears are ringing, but eventually, you hone in on the sight of Nadine, across from you, out cold and tied to a chair. There's a gag in her mouth, and her hands are tight behind her back, her legs restrained to the legs of the chair.

Your eyes widen, but you can't move. You're restrained too, scream muffled by a gag similar to one used on Nadine shoved in your mouth. Your whole body hurts, you jerk and buck, trying to break the restrains, but they're tight, and it feels like you'd been given a thorough beating while you were under, as it hurts your ribs to even take a breath in. You can tell that your right eye is swollen, nearly entirely closed, and your lip is busted. You feel wetness dripping down your face, and you assume there's a cut, somewhere near your hairline.

Eventually, the sound of you struggling pulls Nadine awake, but the sound draws other attention, too.

A door swings open, and two men walk in, one carrying a lantern. The added light, provided by your kidnappers, provides more clarity on where you're being held.

It appears to be an empty, wooden structure. Some of the boards are loose, and through the cracks, you see a whole lot of nothing. There's light, bright enough that you can see that it's well into the next day, but not enough to really see inside of the place. If you had to guess, you're in the small barn, or shed, whatever the town called it, that you had passed by when you'd first arrived.

So, they hadn't taken you far at all, then.

Good, you thought, they're exhausted from all the magic they used tonight.

The man without the lantern steps between you and Nadine, a sinister smirk on his face. His fists are bloody and bruised, blood splattered on his white shirt. Nadine looks to you, an expression of rage on her face, and you can see that she's been beaten, too. Nadine, your closest Inferni friend, known for her red-hot rage.

Yes, you were angry, but you knew they should be terrified of Nadine.

And Ilya, he was nowhere to be seen. Though it stung to think he abandoned the two of you, you hoped it was just that, and that the fire hadn't claimed him, or worse, he had been killed by rogue Grisha, killed by the people he wanted to protect.

You snarled, as best as you could with your mouth gagged, when the man bent to be at eye-level with you.

"Well, when we lured the Grisha out here, we didn't expect to get the Queen Consort herself, but you won't hear me complaining." The man chuckled, his companion with the lantern joining in.

The comment confused you, none of the other rogue Grisha you'd encountered had ever been so malicious. Most of them wanted to be trained, wanted to stop wreaking havoc wherever they went. Most were grateful that there were people who cared enough to go find them, to take them in, rather than hunt, kill, or imprison them. There were the occasional Grisha who didn't like the idea of the Ravkan government knowing who they were, being at Ravka's whim, but mostly, they agreed to receive training in exchange for a life of peace and anonymity once they could be trusted with their power.

But this, this sheer, raw, hate and contempt, you'd never encountered it before. It terrified you.

He obviously noticed your confusion, and so he said, "Did you really think no one would realize what you've been doing? Forcing anyone with power into a life of servitude and restraint?" His eyes narrowed, and he smirked, like he'd caught you at something.

You bucked against the restraints again, and quicker than you could blink, he pulled a knife from his back pocket, holding it to your neck. You stilled at the threat, your breath coming out through your nose in sharp exhales.

"I won't let you do to them what you did to me," he hissed out, amusement turned to rage.

And then, it dawned you. This man specifically, he's not a rogue Grisha, no. He was raised in Ravka, taken to the Little Palace as a child to attend school, and then he defected.

It's rare, but it does happen. Some Grisha don't believe in balance of the Small Science, they don't believe in protection and using their powers for good. They're greedy, and power hungry, and view themselves as Gods.

Grisha aren't forced to serve, especially not under Zoya's rule, but there are the ones who view their education and the philosophy of Ravka has a restraint, a confine. They don't see it for the gift that it is, the necessity to keep not only the common man safe, but the Grisha, too. Small Science is a tricky thing, sensitive and delicate. Many rogue Grisha are found on the cusp of burn out. What you do, finding them, bringing them back, giving them a home, in many cases, it saves their life.

Clearly, this man has festered in his unappreciation and resentment for a long, long time.

He noticed the moment you figured it out.

"Yes, yes, that's right. While you were busying rallying up strays, I was busy finding the ones that don't want your charity. The ones that desire freedom and power, who won't give one up for the other."

You started shaking your head, tears of frustration welling, but he pressed the knife at your throat harder, your movements stopping at the feel of a prick at your neck, a small trickle of blood sliding down your throat.

Behind him, you could see Nadine struggling harder, her chair lifting off the ground a few times from the force of her efforts. Please, Nadine, don't give him any reason to hurt you, you thought, as admirable as your friend's efforts were, you had no doubts in your mind that this man was out to kill.

He snarled, whirling around to face her. "Stop moving, Grisha whore! Or I'll kill you first while the Queen here," he gestured behind himself, towards you, "gets to watch. Do you want that?"

Nadine, with a scowl on her face and likely a growl in her throat, shook her head 'no.'

The man, whose identity you still did not know, hummed. "Good girl."

The comment made you sick, bile bubbling in your throat. He had told Nadine, "I'll kill you first," meaning, he definitely had plans to kill both of you. You didn't know when, or how, and the panic began to curdle your stomach.

He glanced to his partner, still off to the side, lantern in hand. "Meet the others outside, take a few, spread out, look for anyone that fled during the fires. There can't be many left, but find them." The other man gives a sharp nod, sets the lantern on the ground, and leaves.

Then your captor turns to you, he smirks. "I have a few questions."

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For hours, he questions you and Nadine. For hours, he punches you whenever he gets too frustrated, or holds his knife to your throats, or chokes you until you see stars. He pays no mind to your tears, Nadine's grunts and growls and snarls. Your gags are discarded on the ground, but the town is isolated, and no one hears a thing.

But, you're only just now entertaining the very real possibility that you'll never see Zoya again. You'll never come home to her, like you've always promised, and Zoya will forever be waiting for her wife to come back to her. It isn't the pain that you're in that makes you cry, no, it's the devastation that you will never see her again, the love of your life.

But, there is no chance that you'll give in. You won't tell him what he wants to know about the Grisha, the Little Palace, the Queen. Never would you compromise them. And so if it takes Zoya losing you, to keep her safe, so be it.

Your vision is blurry, eyes swollen, blood dripping from your mouth. Your entire body aches, it hurts to breathe. Dimly, you hear the man, who finally revealed his name to be Gregor, say, "I'm going to ask one final question, and then, you're both done."

Through the haze, you peer up at him, and spit a wad of blood at his feet. "I-I... will t-tell you... nothing."

He nods, like he was expecting it. The knife, for the millionth time it seems, is pulled from his back pocket. He flicks the blade out, and he stalks closer.

And then, in the matter of seconds, the entire space is dark.

He halts his movements, staring around the room curiously. It's like a curtain had been pulled around the barn, and the wind has picked up, whistling through the broken boards, gathering dust, whipping it around fiercely. The lantern goes out, and he grits out, "shit." He flicks his wrist, attempting to light it again, but the wind won't allow him.

A large clap of thunder makes him, you, and Nadine, who is hardly conscious, jump. A streak of lightning flares, and in the brief light, you can see Gregor's conviction falter. He casts you a long look, and then stalks towards the large wooden door, which is rattling from the force of the storm.

But before he reaches it, several screams ring out from outside. Instantly, there's a flurry of activity. The all too familiar sound of fighting is like music to your ears. You hear wind whipping around, bullets flying, water wooshing, fire igniting and soaring through the air, balls of flame creating streaks that you see fly by the structure.

Gregor looks terrified. And he should be. This isn't a few Grisha come to rescue you, no. It's the Second Army, led by Zoya Nazyalensky.

Though you can hardly see, can hardly move, can hardly think. You level a gaze at your captor, and send him a smile, it's toothy, bloody, and smug.

Rage takes over his features. He moves towards you, knife at his side, large strides carrying him closer towards you faster than you anticipated, but he doesn't make it far.

The doors to the barn fly open, breaking from their hinges. In the doorway stands her, your wife, Zoya. Never, in the all years you've known her, have you seen her look so furious.

She's mighty, and beautiful, and the relief that floods through you aches from how good it feels.

The scene that plays out behind her is vicious, but truthfully, it doesn't last long. Gregor never implied there was anyone else working with him that was trained and skilled. A fool, to do this work, while leaving the messiest players on the field. The Grisha Zoya had brought with her are cutting the rogues down with ease, showing no mercy.

And evidently, Zoya has no plans for mercy either.

"Step the fuck away from my wife." Her voice is cold, calculated. Her lip curls into a snarl, and you can see her trembling with the force of her rage. To others, her voice would sound alarmingly calm, but you can hear the unmasked terror in the tremor.

She doesn't look to you, but you know she wants to. Her gaze stays steady on Gregor, who stands halfway between you and her. He seems to genuinely consider her demand, for a moment. But then he grits his teeth, and tries to make a run for you. Briefly, so fast you think you may have imagined it, you see Zoya's eyes shift into those of the dragon.

You almost find Gregor's determination admirable, him thinking he could win against the most powerful Grisha alive. Almost.

Zoya's arm shoots up, her hand pushing forward, hardly breaking a sweat with the force she'd summoned to throw him. He hits the wall of the barn hard, and yet he tries to rise. Again, Zoya lifts him from the ground, throwing him against the wall with a sickening crunch. And yet again, Gregor, with broken and bruised limbs, attempts to rise. Zoya, like a predator toying with her prey, allows him to shakily brace himself on his hands and knees. She takes slow, measured steps forward. "What a pathetic excuse of a Grisha, such a waste of power," she sneers, and the jest hits him hard. He chokes blood, spits it out, and says, "you unworthy bitch." And, if you weren't currently holding onto life by a thread, and still tied up, you would've killed him yourself for that little comment. But Zoya merely clenches her fist, and she sucks the air right out of his lungs.

She continues moving forward, shielding you from the sight. Her face is clenched in fury, her fist shakes as she robs him of life. She holds, exactly like that, until Gregor's chokes are quiet whimpers, until he stops moving, stops twitching, and his eyes stare at her, lifeless.

Zoya doesn't pay him attention a second longer than necessary. Immediately, her rage contorts into worry, and her gaze shifts towards you.

"Y/N, oh saints..." Her voice cracks, her lower lip trembles, and she's launching herself at you.

"Zoya," you whisper, but it's gurgled and choked on blood and saliva. Tears leak from your eyes, streaking through the muck on your face.

Her hands are on you, something you never thought you'd feel again. They shake as she cuts through the bonds around your wrists. You wince at the ache in your shoulders and arms as you bring your hands in front of you, reaching out to stroke Zoya's face as she cuts the ties around your ankles. Your fingers tremble, you hardly have enough strength to graze her cheek. Once she frees your legs, she's gathering you in her arms, bringing you to her chest while she releases a sob into your hair.

She cries your name again, repeats of, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," but you pay it no mind. As much as you want her to hold you, you know you're not the most important thing right now.

You pull back, ignoring the sharp pain in your head and chest. You look up at her, into Zoya's heartbroken eyes, and give her a small smile. "N-Nadine, Zoya... h-help her..."

Her brows furrow, but she doesn't resist, knowing you'd never forgive her if she refused to save your friend, too.

She plants a kiss to your forehead, lips dry and trembling. With a last longing glance, she turns to Nadine, limp in her chair. Like she had done for you, she cuts through her bonds, and Tamar and Tolya come rushing through the broken doorway. They survey the space, anger and shock clear on their face. Tamar makes for you, and Tolya rushes to help Zoya with Nadine.

When she's free, Zoya has him take Nadine in her arms and leave, likely to find an available healer.

Don't let it be too late, please, let her live. The concern almost hurts more than any of the physical torture you'd endured.

Tamar stands you on your feet, but you don't make it far before Zoya's returning to your side, again, bringing you into her embrace. Tamar backs off, giving the two of you space.

"I'll go find a healer for her, somewhere to lay her down while they work."

Zoya doesn't respond, but you feel her nod.

She wraps one arm around your back, the other cradling her head. "My love, can you walk?"

You give her a weak nod, exhaustion beginning to take over, and you know you won't be conscious much longer. You try to take a step, but your knees buckle, and Zoya's immediately scooping you up, the arm around your back taking your weight as the other grabs you from behind your knees.

You don't even have the energy to assure her that you're fine, and besides, Zoya's already making for the exit, her steps hurried and frantic. Again, she's apologizing, you can hear that faintly. You want to tell her it's okay, that nothing is her fault, but your tongue feels thick and your mind feels foggy. You register that you're outside of the barn when the light hits your eyes, the storm Zoya summoned clearly over now that she has you in her grasp. You squeeze them shut despite the pain from the bruising, and you slowly fall under to the sound of Zoya calling your name.

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When you come to, you're immediately confused. Opening your eyes is hard, and even as they flutter open, it's difficult to see. The pain you're in, that's clear, but you aren't exactly sure where you're at. Things are coming back to you in flashes, bits and pieces. The village, Polina, the fires, the barn, the abuse, Zoya.

There's pressure on your arm, and with a groan, you turn your head to look to your left. There, your wife rests her head on the cot you now notice you're laying on. She looks sad, and exhausted, and you want to brush her hair back from her face but she's got her hand in yours, her forehead rested against your forearm. You admire her for a moment, swallowing thickly, your throat dry and croaky. You notice that many of your cuts and injuries had been healed as well as possible, but many had been too much for healers to erase entirely. Mostly, bruises are left, but all of the soreness, the ache and sharp pains, remain. You can see that you'd been wiped down, your skin not so dirty and bloody as it had been. Settling into your thoughts, you can tell that you're undressed, bandages around your middle, others in various places across your arms and legs.

You bring the hand that Zoya does not occupy to your face, and notice a bandage around the wrist, likely where you'd struggled against the binds, tearing into your skin. You brush hair from your forehead, and wince at the nasty cut your fingers skim. The movement shoots an ache through your back, ribs, and temples, and the jostle rouses Zoya, which you had not intended. Truthfully, you knew she needed rest, and she was just so pretty while she slept.

Her head flies up, and she blinks the sleep from her eyes, her gaze settling on you once she remembers where she's at. Her blue eyes widen, and she breathes your name in a sigh of relief. She scoots closer, and holds your face in her hands.

"You're awake," she whispers, like she worried you never would be.

You give her a weak smile, and she tries to return it, but she fails. Her eyes well with tears again, and she can't control the sob that bursts out of her.

"Zoya," your voice is hoarse, "don't cry, baby, I'm alright."

She huffs a laugh, but it's humorless and bitter. "You are certainly not alright."

She reaches down, and picks up a glass of water that had been next to the cot. She cradles the back of your head, lifting it gently while bringing the glass to your lips. She pours it into your mouth slowly, the fresh water is an instant relief. You drink eagerly, and she pulls back. "Slow down, my love, you'll choke."

She helps you take a few more sips until you stop, satisfied and feeling more awake. Your head meets the pillow again, and you lick your lips with the newly provided moisture.

She sets the glass down, and you watch her closely, her face pinched, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

"Zoya, please, I'm okay. Sore, but I'm okay."

She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. "Y/N, you were nearly dead when I found you."

"Zoya..."

"Nearly dead!" She bites out, turning to face you.

You flinch at her tone, and she sighs. "Nearly dead, Y/N, if I had been seconds later..."

"But you weren't, you saved me, you saved Nadine..." Your voice trails off, and Zoya senses the question. She nods softly, "Nadine is okay, I think she woke up an hour or so ago."

You sigh in relief. "H-How long have I been out?"

She shrugs, "I'm not completely sure. I haven't been paying much attention to the time, I haven't left your side. I haven't gone outside. It may have been a couple of hours, or days, I wouldn't know. I didn't leave you."

She sounds like she's reassuring herself, not you. Your heart aches for her, at how dedicated her love is. "I don't doubt it, Zoya."

She nods, and wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand. She goes to speak, but you know Zoya all too well, know what she's about to say. You beat her to it. "Zoya, nothing that happened is your fault."

She scoffs, shaking her head.

"Zoya, I mean it. Even I hadn't anticipated this, not Nadine, not Ilya, none of us. And speaking of... is Ilya..."

"He's the one that alerted us. He was awake, when they set the inn on fire, he left and came straight back home."

You nod, relieved that he had made it out, thankful that he had done exactly as you taught him. Never engage with a threat out of your range, always get backup.

"I was so, so terrified when he got there, when he told us what happened."

"Sweetheart..." You reach for her hand, holding it tight,

"It was the middle of the night. I woke up to Tolya banging on my door, telling me something had happened, that you'd been attacked," her voice cracks, and you squeeze her hand. "All I could think about is how I was going to lose you, how I was a fool for letting you go, that I had let you leave and I was going to pay for it. I felt like I was going to be sick. I left immediately, the best of the Second Army with me. I-I thought I wouldn't get in here time, or I'd arrive and you'd have been... long dead. That somehow you would have died, been taken from me, and I wouldn't have known."

You shake your head, tears of your own threatening to spill. "Zoya, no. Stop thinking that way. You didn't let me leave, I'm a grown woman, with a duty to Ravka and the Grisha, if it's anyone's fau-"

"And look what that duty did to you!" She emphasizes 'duty' like it's a curse, leveling her gaze at you. Zoya, when upset, when frightened, masks it with anger. You know that, and so you don't take it to heart.

"Zoya, this doesn't need to be a fight. You know that I love my job. And you know, better than anyone, that what we've done has done far more good for the Grisha than bad. You can't let one incident change that."

"Incident?" She looks at you like you've grown three heads, her tears falling quickly now, distorting her voice. "You were nearly killed!"

"Yes, I was, but I survived, because of you."

"Look at you, Y/N... bruised, bloody. You can't even hold your own head up!"

Yes, it's true, you've never been this injured before, especially in front of Zoya. And you know that if the roles were reversed, if it was you waiting at Zoya's bedside, terrified she may not wake up, you'd be distraught. You aren't denying your wife's terror, but you do wish she wouldn't let it manifest into anger, into self-loathing.

You sigh, trying to keep the frustration at bay. "Zoya," your tone is sharp, "I am so, so sorry you had to see me like this. But I won't give up my job for it."

She shakes her head and looks down at your interlaced hands. "I didn't mean to start a fight, I'm sorry."

"I know, baby, it's alright." You squeeze her hand again, in an attempt to get her to look at you, but she doesn't.

"But, I can't let you go out again, n-not... not for a while."

"Zoy-"

"No, Y/N, please, just listen." Finally, she reconnects her gaze with yours.

"Clearly, something went very, very wrong." You nod your head, because yes, something went terribly wrong. "I don't know yet if it was just simple misinformation, or if someone, one of our soldiers in the field, deliberately falsified intel in order to lure you or I out, away from the palace, away from protection."

Truthfully, you hadn't considered that. It's difficult for you to fathom any of the Grisha wanting to harm one another. But your love for them isn't a universal sentiment.

You swallow thickly, but you don't interrupt.

"I am going to find out, though, Y/N. I swear it." Zoya's voice is a dangerously calm whisper, her tone sharp. "I won't stop until I find every single person responsible for this, whoever did this to you, they're going to pay." It isn't just a statement, it's a promise.

"So some escaped, then? They fled?"

Zoya flinches, as if she blames herself for anyone who had harmed you escaping her wrath. "Yes. When we arrived... it was like Hell broke loose. So much fighting, everywhere, across the whole town. So, yes, some of them... managed to escape. I'm sorry."

"Zoya, no, please, don't be sorry for anything. None of us really knew the extent of what was happening."

She nods, firm and absolute. Her eyes narrow as she looks at you. "Now do you understand why this has to end, these rescue missions? At least until we have a better understanding of what these rogues are capable of, what they want to accomplish?"

Ahhh, you thought, she doesn't know that Gregor, the man she killed, wasn't a rogue. He was one of our own. I'll tell her later, let her worry later, she's been terrified enough.

"Yes, my love, I do. I respect your wishes, you know that. I won't go out into the field for a while, but I won't quit this. If there's an investigation to launch, I want in."

She rolls her eyes, though it's playful. "Yes, yes, I figured you would."

You grin, and reach for her face, cupping her cheek. "I love you, Zoya. Thank you, for saving me."

She turns, placing a kiss in the palm of your hand. Then she leans forward, careful of your split and swollen lip, and places a kiss there, too. "I love you, Y/N, more than anything."

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It isn't for another few days that you're able to be moved. During the first two days, Zoya fills you in on all of the details you were unaware of as you'd been held hostage. You learn that nearly every building, every home, every business, had burned, save for a lucky few. Many had died, but not all of them. Healers were able to bring many people back from the brink of death, and soothe any minor injuries sustained. Zoya told you the village people are resilient, and thankful towards the Grisha that had come so fiercely to save them.

You learn that while Alexei had lived, surviving minor burns and scrapes, Polina had died, her injuries far too grave. Zoya held you while you cried through the sadness and guilt, and she swore to you that Grisha would be stationed in the village to help them rebuild. They were already developing a plan to return water to the lake, and they would continue to provide financial support while the town reestablished its commerce. And while you knew that Zoya would never, ever, back down on that promise, you still felt miserable that it was one that even had to be made. Polina, a hard working woman, that earned everything she had, that loved her town, would never see it restored, all because you had stopped to stay at her little inn. The tears came often, and Zoya wiped them away each time.

On the third day, Zoya helped you sit up. She'd been babying you, but you couldn't complain, secretly adoring when she dotes on you. You insisted that you could stand, too, and walk around. While she wasn't too fond of that idea, she delicately wrapped her arm around you and supported you as you left the little healer's tent you'd been staying in.

You were able to finally see Nadine, and Ilya, who volunteered to be one of the Grisha that stayed behind. Nadine was promptly promoted for her intellect and, as you recalled her growls and efforts to resist Gregor, for her passion. Just as injured as you, you two weren't able to embrace much, but you did tell her how proud of her you are, and how thankful that she'll be going home, too. Though, if there was anyone more eager than you to keep working, it was Nadine, and because she isn't married to the Queen, there isn't anyone to really stop her. Ilya tried to apologize for leaving, for not trying to find the both of you first, but you quickly shushed him, telling him he had done everything right. And, you supposed he had a bright future ahead of him, seeing as Zoya was incredibly thankful to him for his swiftness.

On the fourth day, you finally convinced Zoya that it was time to go home, and that you'd survive the journey. Every night, she'd been applying ointments and medicines to your cuts and scrapes, hand feeding you food and water. She'd get a wet wash cloth and wipe your skin, due to absence of a bathing room. Every morning she'd brush out your hair and braid it, to prevent knots. She rarely left your side, only budging when the Grisha needed guidance and direction. She slept on your cot with you, declining to have her own, claiming, "I don't think I'll ever be close enough to you anymore."

A few members of the Second Army that were to return to the palace, Nadine included, sat on their saddled horses waiting for you and Zoya to join them. Zoya, ever the dramatic, had added blankets and such to your horse, for comfort. She even made a Fabrikator attach buckles to your saddle, because she was worried that if you weren't strapped in, you'd fall off.

She lifts you with ease, putting you on top of your mount, and making sure you're secure before she climbs atop her own. The trip, while able to be made in a day, was to be split into two, for your and Nadine's sakes.

Zoya sends everyone to ride a few paces ahead, so that she can trail closely next to you. You giggle at her protectiveness, but your heart swells at just how perfect of a wife she is.

Zoya watches you, noticing how every so often, you glance back at the ruins of the village you're leaving behind.

"We'll come back, love."

You shoot her a confused glance. "We will?"

She nods, she smiles, and she sighs. "I know you won't stop thinking about this place, won't stop worrying. When they've rebuilt some, and they're back on their feet, you and I will come back, we'll help with the finishing touches."

You could cry at how well Zoya knows you, how she'd do anything to make you happy and satisfied, including travel back to a village, one any other royal would have written off as insignificant and unimportant, one that is now a source of trauma, maybe even more so for her than you.

"I would love that, Zoya, thank you. I love you, so much."

She smiles, and her cheeks grow a bit pink at the sheer adoration in your voice.

"I love you, too."

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A/N: WOW! I made this a hell of a lot longer than I had originally intended lol. I hope you liked it, anon! And thanks so much for requesting!

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prolix-yuy · 7 months

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WIP Update!

How is it going my lovelies?! September has had some weird energy, but it feels like things are finally starting to turn around. Here's a fun lil WIP update!

My biggest new project is the next installment of I Think of You, and it's a big ol' chonker. I'm psyched to get back to my favorite space family, it's been much too long. And wouldn't you know it, we're diving back into some canon in this next one...

The next SW!Frankie story is also coming along! I officially have 4 asks for the series left (ahhhh!) but that is nowhere near the end of the story. Plus if any other asks pop in you know they could find their way into the timeline! But this one is all about them moving in together and rollercoaster that can be.

I've also got a lovely little ask from my favorite Jack girlie @fuckyeahdindjarin for a follow-up to Decoherence. Cee is asking all the questions I couldn't fit into the epilogue, so we're taking another dive in to address some lingering thoughts I'd like to share about Jack and Sugar.

The Plan: The First Date has also been knocking at my door, and how can I say no to Dieter and Murch? My babies! They're just about to see what a day together might look like, and all the questions that come with what the heck they're doing. Hijinks, sexiness and Dieter abound!

And then last (but certainly not least), I'm starting work on my Halloween story for this year! I've been watching some inspiration movies to get in the mood, and while nothing's on paper yet I will say Marcus Pike is our main boy and it will be spooky ;)

I won't be posting much writing over the next month since I've got my hands full behind the scenes, but I may find time to do a few little short pieces as warm-ups. October is my catch-up time, but I promise November will have lots of new fun things to enjoy. Plus things I've been reading! My TBR list is full to bursting!

Thank you all for coming along for the ride and enjoying more stories together!

#prolix wips

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venusandsaturnsrings · 2 years

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BABES NOW I WANT TO SUCK INCEL CHILDES BALLS AFTER HIS WORK OUT!!!! PLEASE DO A MINI STORY BABES PLEASE *sucks on Childe's balls*

YOU GET IT!! i would do anything to have this gross man shove me into his sweaty balls… for you and me i will write a lil mini story… this is filthy

amongst the vast rooms of the house Ajax had made one into a home gym. considering he’s working so much he finds it easier to exercise at home as well. he does occasionally go on runs as well but he’s more interested in building muscle than anything else. he’s naturally a pretty slim guy, gamer body type yknow, and would like to bulk himself up a bit!! if he’s home and not in the office, cooking, or banging you then you’ll find him in said gym. he’s got plenty of money to shell out on expensive equipment and so he does. there’s one huge wall to wall mirror, cause he’s a bit of a narcissist, that he uses whiteboard markers on to note progress and routines that work for him. it’s a rather meticulous process but he loves it nonetheless.

every once in a while you’d pass by the open door and watch for a couple moments before scampering away so he didn’t see you ogling his sweat slicked body. there was something so erotic about what should be a relatively mundane sight. perhaps it was the way his eyebrows furrowed or how he panted desperately for more air… you figured it was a combination since regardless of which way you tried to spin it you’re head always came back to the sweat.

he always showered after working out. it’s surprised you at first, considering how gross he is, but he always did. every. single. time. usually he’d give you a kiss before he went to do so hoping you’d give him some kind of reaction he could laugh at but he was pleasantly surprised to find that you reciprocated the affections regardless. you always pressed your lips to his in a fashion that you really tried not to seem needy. he never seemed to pick up on your desires for worse or better. it made you feel slightly disappointed sometimes. you almost wanted him to start talking down to you, making fun of you, so he’d be ‘cruel’ enough to indulge you.

on one such day, he finished working out, he did his usual routine of hunting you down to give you a sloppy kiss. you had been typing away at your computer, curtesy of Ajax’s wallet, when he crept up behind you. he spun the chair around and leaned over you as he grabbed your chin to plant a firm kiss to your mouth. it startled you slightly. the off guard nature was enough for your throat to fail stopping the whine that came out in response to his musky form. he pulled away looking slightly surprised; an unusual emotion for him.

“oh?” the second he grinned you knew he deduced the reason for your desperate response. you mentally cursed his brain for a moment. “you like it when i’m all sweaty, don’t you?” your flushed face said enough. his smile somehow grew wider. “finally. i was hoping you’d admit it yourself but this works too. you think i didn’t notice the way you stare at me, hm? your eyes follow the beads of sweat, sweetness.” his tone betrayed the intentions of the words. “why don’t i give you want we both want.”

his hand sharply moved from your chin to grip your hair harshly. the other moved to pull his shorts and boxers down just enough for his dick to pop out. once freed, he yanked you down to the floor and thrusted his hips forward to harshly smack your face with his cock. he pulled you down slightly further and put his balls right on your nose. “clean me up, yeah? take time to enjoy it while you’re at it. i know you will, girlie.” <3

#cw: incel #cw: sweat #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #chit chats

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adelaidedrubman · 2 years

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WHAT KIND OF ART WOULD BE MADE ABOUT YOUR OC?

saw this uquiz and had fun taking it for the fc5 girlies so decided to share and start a lil tag game <3

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you are wild and there’s no way for your essence to be captured in a frozen format. you are a character and the only way to describe you is to capture you in motion. you are electric. people are naturally drawn to you because you exude confidence. everything you do, you seem to know what your next step is. you are the muse to many, even if you don’t know it, but deep down you do. people tend to fall in love with the idea of which i’m sure can be exhausting.

PAINTINGS

everything you do is a work of art. you are beautiful without even trying, simply lounging around looks like you’re posing and waiting for someone to sketch you. you come off as light and easy but you are often misunderstood. people don’t tend to see you for who you really are, and focus too much on how effortlessly you appear to navigate the world. there’s some kind of darkness behind your eyes that only some can see under all the layers of paint.

#jessie’s true crime drama airs when #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #oc: jenna swann

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georgiasbloom · 1 year

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wait wait i just saw a post abt how fawn in the legend of the neverbeast had a personality real close to tinker bell’s personality and i want to put in my two cents bcs i used to be very adamant about these thoughts

so fawn in the original movies leading up to legend of the neverbeast had a very specific design. she was largely known for her more “tom-boyish” look with her big bangs, long braid, and the half/length pants under the lil skirt bit. fawn was also known for being slightly daring, but mostly kept a level-head throughout the adventures. she had moments of not being so sure about things, but also took a great lead when she needed to.

fawn in the final movie got an updated look and new voice actress (fun fact, her new VA was also the voice of Judy Hopps from zootopia lol). they kept her big bangs but completely took away fawn’s long, thin braid and replaced it with a thick twist style. she no longer wears pants, and it’s more prominent that she’s wearing a skirt.

i don’t know why they did this change. i really don’t. i was very adamant specifically about them taking the pants away because while she still remains the silly, goofy, rough friend… they took away her lil pants! i always admired her and vidia for wearing pants and not just wearing skirts like the rest. and also with the voice actress, idk what’s up with that. i didn’t know if there was a contract moment or what. but it’s odd.

i don’t have the specific details, idk what the reasoning is. but my guess is that having fawn being front and center, they wanted her to take on a more girly aspect and have a different voice since she’d have all the speaking roles. idk.

but abt the personality, yeah, she definitely got the tinker bell treatment of the original movie. tink definitely evolved and matured throughout the movies, becoming more level-headed and understanding than she previously was in the first couple movies. tink always had good intentions but was driven by curiosity which often led her into tricky situations. her friends were always the ones to help bring her down and pull her out of trouble. in legend of the neverbeast, it was tink’s turn to pull fawn out of trouble and it was fawn’s turn to be daring and curious in a similar way that tink was. fawn still remained close to how we originally knew her. like… she was always daring. she always had a big passion for animals, she’d do anything for them. she was always motivated for success. i think she basically lost got hit with the Main Character stick in the way that tinker bell used to previously be… and actually, i can say the same thing abt zarina. i used to be very adamant abt this but i always thought abt zarina the same way. i used to be a big zarina hater but honestly it’s not that deep for me anymore, lol (she’s still not a favourite but yeah) i think the movie writers and creators for the disney fairies movies just really loved their “hard headed, driven by curiosity, rebelling against the norms” trope for their main characters

#2019 me would’ve written like five more paragraphs #i promise i’m normal abt this #this also isn’t necessarily a bad thing #just doin some noticing #fawn #tinker bell #disney fairies

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So hoii Ms Angel :D

Now thinking of one horny Bonky thot, I was thinking of something along the lines of Bucky and Reader in a fwb relationship (that later turns to a lovely relationship). But make it kinda angsty in between cause our precious reader sees the way bucky is talking with the new recruite for the past 2 weeks, flirting with her and what not. She loves him, has always and this is cliché yes but bear with me.

She's hurt but she doesn't want to show it cause our man Bucky was like "ew feelings" before he got to know reader in more than one way....he's falling fast and is now panicking cause he's in his "HOLY SHIT I THINK I LOVE HER" so our bonky decides hey, lemme sleep with the new recruite and maybe my feelings will actually go away...WRONG THOT BUCK.

So reader sees Bucky and new girl maybe kissing a few days before the Halloween party (she planned on asking him to be her date to that party) and now she's hurt....she doesn't want to be near him, just needs space to sort out her feelings.... Now enter the fool, Bucky Barnes.

He notices that his girl is ignoring him and his heart is aching and he's panicking cause what if she saw him kiss that recruite ( he realised early on that he hated kissing anyone that isn't his girl, he not just pussy whipped, he is WHIPPED like WHAPPAHH)

He's trailing behind her like a lost puppy and needs her affection....but she's distant, cordial but distant and he hates that. This is where I prove my case of him being a fool: he decides to give her a wide berth instead of talking it out with her. Reader now thinks that it's all truly over :((

Now on the day of the Halloween party we see our reader, hurt but still trying to stay strong, power through the day and party. HOLD YOUR HORSES CAUSE ENTER MAMA WANDA. she knows all (literally) and decides to push Bucky to get his girl back. She takes reader to the party as her date and both are dressed to the 9s in their Togas draped beautifully on them, making them look like Greek goddesses. Wanda and reader have a flirty and loving friendship so like chemistry is just 100.

The hands around the waist, the close proximity, the subtle grinding on the dance floor, they are having fun and just letting loose. Reader loves Wanda for being there for her today and they are just happy girlies in a corner sitting and giggling, slightly drunk after their dance. It's adorable.

But BONK MAN DON'T THINK SO. He's fuming. He's hurt and he's ready to get his girl. He loves Wanda but HEY READER IS MY GIRL BACK OFF (he's forgotten Wanda knows and sees all smh). So he decides to finally talk to reader but jealousy rears her ugly head and he's now just going cave man, demands to speak to reader ( after his lil stomp march to her, its cute honestly) and picks her up like a sack of potatoes. Takes her to his room (after the back thumping he got from reader to put her down) and asks her why has she been avoiding him. She huffs and asks him the same and then later spills she saw him kiss New Girl and now he's panicking real bad. His nightmare has come true. He can see her just pulling away more. He's desperate now trying to get her to see that she is the one for him and that he likes...no scratch that, he LOVES her and only her. She don't believe it cause man, your track record ain't that great and plus you broke her heart.

Bucky is now ready to show it to her. She won't believe his words but he'll fuck it into her. This is where smut galore begins. He kisses her, she eventually melts into it, thinking of this as a goodbye. Bucky's then on his knees, begging her, kissing her legs and things and appreciating and worshipping her, her body and loving on her....eating her out till she cums and making up for lost time. And then he's laying her on the bed and taking her apart with his mouth, fingers and cock and well he's really fucking her good, babbling how good she is to him, how much he loves her and all that smuty goodness I leave to your imagination.

He's filling her up good and they eventually fall asleep, him still inside of her and Reader just holding him close cause she thinks that this is a goodbye still and that his love declarations are just in the heat of the moment. Next morning she's trapped in his arms all cleaned up and now warm. She's hurt and confused and well ensue lovey dovey confessions and miscommunication clear ups and BOOM WE HAVE HAPPY BINKY AND READER IN A LOVING RELATIONSHIP WITH ALL THE LOVE AND BABIES IN THE WORLD.

End scene

-🦐 nonny

i’m looking at this like 👀😳

i love this idea so so so much i’m a sucker for some miscommunication😭

#fic idea #creating a google doc now #🦐nonny #love letters

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Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Naruto matchup, please? <3

Name/pronouns: Paige, she/they

Gender preference: male

Appearance: This might be irrelevant, so feel free to ignore this lol. I’m 5’6 with a curvy hourglass figure. I have black (dyed, naturally it’s dirty blonde) 3a curly hair that is styled into a shag/wolfcut. I have sanpaku eyes that are blue/green (I always look dead inside lmao) with decently long lashes. I have a wide longer nose which I’m incredibly insecure about and I have an oval shaped face. My style I would say is mainly 90s grunge and emo? I usually wear baggy jeans with an oversized hoodie or jacket, I tend to wear black a lot since I feel it’s the color that looks best on me. When it’s warmer out I wear an oversize t shirt normally with a pair of baggy shorts. But I also like wearing oversized grandpa sweaters as well lol. Even though I lean towards the grungy/emo androgynous style I do like wearing leggings or cutesy girly things at times too! I wear makeup as well when I have the time and energy for it, usually just a simple look with eyeliner and such.

Personality: This also may or may not be relevant, but I am a intp, 5w4, gemini sun, scorpio moon, scorpio rising. As my personality goes, I am a very quiet, aloof, and distance person, especially at first glance. Some people would say I can be very intimidating at first glance, but I’m actually just a shy ball of anxiety who is really scared of people and have very low self-esteem. It can take me a hot minute to open up to someone, but once I do feel comfortable with a person I become a silly lil goose who never shuts up. I love talking about anything and everything with those who I’m close to, I joke around a lot and enjoy having philosophical discussions. Once people get to know me, they describe me as eccentric and one of a kind. I’m a big jokester who always messes around with my friends and tease them (in a jokingly way), but I do really care about my friends and I’m pretty intensely loyal when it comes to them. Sometimes I can become quite nurturing when it comes to those who are close to me. People tend to feel very comfortable around me since I’m not really a judgy person and I’m open minded. I have a small circle of friends, but they are all very different kinds of people which I don’t mind at all. But even though I enjoy having friends, I do prefer to be alone at times since I’m a highly introverted person. But I’m always down to spend time with them, just not for a super long time lol.

I’m a very curious person who loves learning new things and indulging in my interests, if someone mentions any of my interests to me I will geek to them for hours lmao. I’m also full of fun facts as well, I have soooo many random fun facts its almost ridiculous, but hey it’s always a great conversation starter! Even though I am an inquisitive person, I can be an airhead at times. I forget things all the time and I always procrastinate which is one of my biggest weaknesses. I tend to be very lazy and get distracted super easily as well. I’m usually always in my own head and daydreaming. But even though I do things at the last minute, I always get things done as quick as possible. When I’m not off in my own head I can be observant and quick when I want to be, but sometimes it can be hard. I’m very slow to anger as well, it can take a lot to piss me off. Not only do I think being angry is a waste of energy, but I also just don’t like confrontation. I avoid it at all times, which can cause some people to walk over me. It’s definitely not as bad as it used to be, but I do still avoid it as much as I can. When I do get mad though (or just upset in general), I get really quiet at first then I snap, but that’s really really rare.

I am an emotional person, but I’m really bad when it comes to talking about them and showing them, which can be quite frustrating. It can be hard for me to show my vulnerable side to others, but I do feel emotions very deeply. I am very sensitive, especially when it comes to my appearance and personality. I’m always afraid that people are constantly judging me or hate me, which is why I tend to avoid public spaces or being around people in general. I have bad depression and anxiety as well as borderline personality disorder, but I am currently taking medication that helps with that so I’m at least stable. I tend to just put on a mask at times, so I don’t have to show my vulnerable side, but once I trust a person (like a lot) it becomes easier.

Likes/interests/hobbies: animals, cute things (major sanrio girly), fashion, makeup, shopping, astrology, astronomy/astrophysics, forensic psychology (I’m majoring in this!), nature, sleeping, video games (I like open world and rpgs), anime, horror movies, true crime, mysteries, collecting crystals, going to the gym, coffee, thrifting, listening to music (I mostly listen to metal, alternative, indie, and sometimes rap), exploring, reading (mostly fanfiction lmao), poetry, witchcraft, forests, rain, history

Dislikes: prejudice people, toddlers, driving, slow drivers, going out in public, liars, loud noises, country music, todays pop music (if I hear unholy by sam smith one more time I will lose it), myself, the majority of men lmao, not getting enough sleep, mornings, being yelled at, tight restricting clothes, veggies, karens, homework , cold weather and snow

Love languages/what I look for in relationships/what I’m like in relationships: My main love language is quality time and my second would be acts of service. I did say that I like to be alone at times, but I love being alone with the person who I have feelings for. It doesn’t have to always be going out on dates all the time or anything like that, I would just be happy having my person next to me at all times doing whatever. I don’t care if we’re just sitting in a comfortable silence or just sitting across the room doing our own thing, I just enjoy being in their presence. But with that being said, I do have the tendency to be clingy at times, but it’s to an extent. Now with acts of service I mentioned I can be quite nurturing to those I care about, it’s especially the same with my significant other. I can be very motherlike to my partner; always asking them if they drank water today, if they ate a proper meal, reminding them to wear a coat outside if it’s cold, etc. Sometimes I will even nag them at times. I enjoy making food for them, doing chores for them, and anything really. Even if it’s the smallest thing. When I’m in a relationship with someone I still treat them as if they are my best friend, I tend to keep my relationships pretty private and I despise pda. I will always be sassy and still joke or tease them no matter what. Behind close doors I’m a little more affectionate, I enjoy snuggling with my significate other and just being close in general. Though sometimes I like to have some space, I don’t want to be constantly showered with affection. Not gonna lie I’m kinda like a cat when it comes to affection lmao. My significate other is always my go-to when I need advice or just someone to talk/vent to in general, they are like my confidant. Above I said I didn’t like public spaces or being around many people in general, but I don’t mind them as much if I have my significant other with me as they make me feel safe and more confidant. What I look for in a relationship is someone who can make me feel safe, can be myself around, can still joke around with me, protect me, and listen and understand me.

Thank you for doing these! Your writing is absolutely amazing, and I love your blog!! Keep up the good work! <3

(also please feel free to dm if you need anymore info or anything regarding the commission)

This has taken far too long for me to get to, which I apologize for; I've been dealing with some unreal writer's block that I just can't seem to shake :( But, I'm working on it, and better late than never, yes? Also, it would have been done yesterday but I had a little mishap with Ctrl+Z and accidentally deleted the 1,000+ words I'd put into it... which instantly killed my writing mood. :( But, no such mishaps today (if so, I might have lost it ^.^")! Anyways, I hope it was worth the wait!

P.S. Reading your dislikes made me laugh because for so many of them I was just like "LMAO Same" XD

P.P.S. This was the hardest decision between two characters for a match-up that I have ever had to make TT.TT

I match you with...

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Kankuro from Naruto!

As I mentioned, it was a super hard decision to make; it was such a close call between him and Shikamaru! But, in the end, I decided to side with our one and only puppetmaster. Without further ado, let's delve into why!:

First of all, I believe that your aesthetic is one that Kankuro finds attractive! Appearance isn't make-or-break for him, by any means, but most often it is the factor about someone that catches his initial interest. I think he'll find that combo of dark hair and blue-green eyes rather striking! Then, it's obvious that he'll appreciate your fashion sense; he's very much about that grunge/emo look—and the color black, of course! That being said, he definitely doesn't care when you switch gears and wear more cutesy things, too! He thinks it's pretty neat, the fact that you can make such conflicting styles look equally stunning. :)

Appearance may be what draws Kankuro in, but personality it definitely what makes him stick around—and I think yours meshes really well with his own! Kankuro also is slow to open up to someone and grows a little more outgoing as he does so, in comparison to his distant and gruff appearance. He's still very much an introvert overall, though, like yourself; he has his people that he enjoys spending time with and is loyal to, but sometimes he has to step away from even them and recharge his social battery.

Kankuro may not seem like he's interested in anything other than puppets, but actually, he shares your boundless curiosity for anything and everything he can learn! He's 100% the type to ramble on about any random topic to someone who will listen, so the fact that it's an activity you not only indulge but enjoy is a big plus for him. It becomes a little game with you two—finding a topic for the day and accruing as many little facts about it as you can to rave about later! Kankuro very easily finds himself absorbed in things, but, unlike you, he's not a procrastinator—neither in important matters or personal whims. Don't think that's a negative, though! Kankuro doesn't get annoyed by it. He'll give you gentle reminders or pushes when he feels you need it, and you're one to remind him that it's important to go at an even pace. In that way, you balance each other!

Another quality that you and Kankuro share is your difficulty in expressing emotions. Kankuro also feels things deeply and powerfully but has a hard time expressing and sharing them; however, this often leads to frustration on his part, so it's easy for him to lash out. Plus, he's got a good reservoir of it to react almost too readily to confrontation. That being said, it's less of a problem than one would think; he respects your idea that it's not worth wasting energy on being angry, and that's something that he tries to incorporate into his own mindset. Plus, since he thinks similarly to you, he can understand your thought process very well and can therefore recognize when you're having a hard time with your own emotions. Also, like you, Kankuro is hesitant in being vulnerable; it takes him a good long while to trust someone to that degree. So, again, he relates to you and is all too familiar with how you think, so when you trust him enough to be vulnerable yourself, it's a big deal to him!

Now, there is one instance where Kankuro has no trouble expressing how he feels, and that's in encouraging you! Kankuro may not seem the type to be a hype man, but trust me—this guy is in your corner! He doesn't like you downing yourself or feeling judged; it pains him. You're so amazing to him, and he wants you to see all the wonderful things about you that he does! So, the instant he realizes that you're too in your head, a switch flips in him; he is gassing you up like nobody's business. He's a little awkward at it, not being the best with words and articulating his thoughts and feelings, but it's most definitely earnest and heartfelt!

Finally, I think your love languages align a lot, too! Kankuro's primary love language is 100% quality time. To him, there's nothing better to give someone. Everyone only has so much time in the world, after all, and choosing to share it with someone? That's big to him. Admittedly, he's less the nurturing type compared to you, but he still tries his best to do things for you when he can. It really shows when you've had a long day or a trying time. He'll go out of his way to do everything to make your life easier or so that you can just relax and worry about nothing. And, honestly, he appreciates your nurturing side. He's a busybody who can neglect his own health and well-being by being too caught up in what he's doing, so the fact that you care enough to remind him of the little things warms his heart. Also, Kankuro is totally not a PDA guy either. The most he'll do in public is hold your hand, if you allow that. But behind closed doors, he's much more tender and open in showing his affections. :)

So, the fact that one of your hobbies is collecting crystals caught my eye. I pinned it as something that Kankuro would dig, so here's some headcanons about it!:

Before meeting you, Kankuro didn't really get the whole crystals thing. Like, sure, they're nice to look at, but they certainly don't possess any magical properties or anything. He's a very scientific sorta fella, so don't expect him to change his opinion on that LOL

That being said, he respects that it is an interest of yours, enough to let you ramble about it one day. Again, he thinks the whole thing about spiritual properties is hogwash, but he does get pretty intrigued by how symbolic crystals are.

Cue him going down a research rabbit hole. He never realized just how many kinds of gems and crystals were out there! And on top of that, they have so many meanings; some ubiquitous, and some unique to different cultures! It's fascinating stuff to him, and soon enough, he's actually initiating conversations about crystals.

It's not long before he starts collecting them, too. And when Kankuro does something, he does it with 110% effort; he's not just going to specialty shops and buying them off the shelves. No, this man starts researching ways to go find them out in the wild, LOL If you're enough of a nature buff to accompany him on his little mining trips, he'll be the happiest little crystal enthusiast ever! But be warned. This guy will go full-on spelunking if he thinks he can find a badass crystal or gemstone.

In general, he's not a gift-giver, but he does gift you lots of crystals. :) Especially ones he finds. He even takes the time to look up what properties they might have and waits to give them to you until the relevant situation arises; he doesn't believe they have any real power, but if you do, he's crazy enough about you to put aside his own misgivings for your own happiness. ^u^

Finally, for the last part of your commission match-up, the drabble! I think a lot of your interests align with Kankuro's, one of those being mysteries and true crime. He's definitely got that morbid curiosity in wanting to know how murderers tick, and he loves those unsolved mysteries full of conspiracy theories and intrigue (though, when it comes to supernatural things, he's usually one who insists there's a scientific explanation LOL). Anyway, here's a little blurb based around that!:

"I'm tellin' ya, it's the eldest brother," Kankuro insists with a firm point at the television. The two of you had gotten engrossed in the latest popular true crime anthology. The recurring theme of its presented cases was crime within rich and powerful families; naturally, they swam with intrigue and drama, and in some cases (such as this one), it was difficult to predict just which family member orchestrated whatever criminal act had been committed.

"No way!" you refute with an equally emphatic jab of your finger at the flickering screen. "It's totally the youngest brother! He was going to get less in the inheritance than the eldest brother, so he planned to make himself the sole survivor of an armed robbery gone bad. It was just bad luck that the eldest brother lived."

"Ahhhhhhh, that's just what the eldest brother wants everyone to believe," Kankuro tutted with a professorial wag of his finger. "He's resentful of the youngest brother for outshining him all his life, and their parents for thinkin' he's a screw-up. He totally is, but, when do snotty little rich brats ever blame themselves for their problems? Anyway, he set this whole thing up to get rid of all his problems and pin the whole thing on his youngest brother, the so-called golden child."

"That is way too specific... and compelling," you say while squinting suspiciously at him. "You've watched something about this case before, haven't you?" you accuse with a horrified gasp.

Kankuro immediately throws his hands up in surrender.

"Have not!" he protests. Then, with a self-satisfied snicker, he dives a hand into the bowl of popcorn sitting between the two of you to grab a handful and throw it in his mouth. "I'm just thinking on a whooooooole different level, babe. Looking past all the surface stuff and instead figuring out what really makes these people tick. Pretty soon, they'll be callin' me to hunt these jokers down!" he boasted with a broad grin.

"Are you saying I'm dumb?" you pout, sinking into the couch cushions. You know that he doesn't, but, why miss an opportunity to have him pamper you? And, if you were honest, you would feel pretty dumb if Kankuro's theory turned out to be correct.

"What? No!" Kankuro cries immediately. He pauses the show, then lifts up the popcorn bowl to scooch up next to you and throw his arm around your shoulder, tugging you close. "I—jeez, me and my big mouth," he mumbles under his breath and runs a hand through his hair, stressed at the idea of upsetting you. "It makes you feel a little guilty, so you drop the sulky act. "You know I don't think you're dumb, right?"

You shrug. However, you do feel guilty about how panicked he looks, so you make it obvious that you're playing oblivious, exaggerating the roll of your head and letting the playful smile rise to your lip.

"I dunnooooooo, Kankuro," you drawl, and his eyebrow creeps up his forehead at the purposefully sing-song tone. "You sure made it seem like you think I'm just some surface-level thinker and can't see through a ruse..."

"Aw, come on." Kankuro is the one pouting now, his bottom lip jutting out as he props his chin on your shoulder and bats his eyes at you. "You didn't let me finish." However, the smirk forming on his lips informs you that he is on to your game now, and willing to play along.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he hums. "If you'd let me keep talking, I woulda gone on to say that I'd tell them that I'll only work for them if I can bring along my gorgeous, totally smart-as-a-tack partner."

"Go on," you encourage with a giggle.

"She notices the things I tend to miss. Like the fact that the eldest brother went back into the house instead of calling the cops."

"I did think that was weird," you nodded in consideration. "But I chalked that up to him not thinking straight and being worried about his little brother when he heard him crying out for help."

"Or maybe he ran in there to try and get his hired thugs to finish the job..."

"But was interrupted by the neighbor, who heard the ruckus!" you gasp in realization and slammed your fist down into your palm. "So he had to think on the fly and act like he was running back in to save his brother so the neighbor didn't get suspicious! That's why the neighbor told the cops during his interview that he felt like the eldest brother was over-acting, and never "

"See?" Kankuro grinned. "You think most people would figure that out just based on a little hint like that? You're definitely not dumb, babe."

"Hehe, we'd make quite a team," you giggle and snuggle into him.

"Damn straight," Kankuro smirked back. He snatches up the remote and resumes the show, then drops it to wrap his arms around you, grinning like a little kid about to run into a candy store. "Now, let's find out which one of us was right!"

You really don't care that much, you find yourself thinking. All you care about is the fact that Kankuro is here, spending time with you, thinking the world of you...

But really, it's totally the youngest brother! You're the one who's gonna be right, mark your words!

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