#so thank you for giving me an excuse to draw them again hehe
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Silly question for the xurkitree hoard. What's their favorite drink? Idk why, i kinda feel It would be something funky.
there's not a whole lot of... consumable liquid? at ultra power plant but they make it work yknow
ask my ocs!
#i havent touched these guys in like two years SOB#i like designing xurkitree but idfk what to do with them oooaaaaa#so thank you for giving me an excuse to draw them again hehe#nayarts#ask game#pokemon oc#xurkitree
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Hey! If your still taking requests, I was wondering if you can do Rayman/Ramon being a father to him and His S/os kids? I can see Rayman being his kids to work, like bring your kid to work day, that would be so cute
Thank you for the request !
I’ve been struggling to get back writing for quite a few days now , had a massive writer’s block phase … I’m really sorry I took so long to get this done ! Hopefully I’ll finish the next request a bit faster ;-;
Anyway , I really enjoyed writing this one : I love the idea of Rayman being a sweetheart to his kids … it brings me joy :,)
Hope it turned out okay !
And again , sorry about the inconvenience ;(
Details : use of gender neutral reader ;
established relationships ;
no warnings needed
Rayman 🧡
Two words : Best Dad .
Rayman has always had a soft spot for children , so now that he has a family with you , the love of his life , he truly feels like the luckiest man alive .
He knows that he can’t be around all the time , but whenever he’s there he wants to be as present as possible and make everyone smile … that’s probably the most important thing for him .
Rayman is more than happy to bring his children along to work when he is allowed to , and the sheer enthusiasm he has when talking to them and answering their questions is surely something to behold …
< Ohh - what is that , Dad ? >
< That is the television production studio , sweetie : it’s the place from where the things I say get filmed and then put on tv .
It’s one of the most important rooms in this building , and the one where I spend more time into . >
< That’s so cool !!
Can we go in there now Dad ? Can we ? Can we ? Can we ? >
< Hehe , alright , let’s go !
Just be careful and stay close to me , okay ? >
< Okay ! >
Rayman isn’t bothered in the slightest by the fact that his coworkers and staff members could see him and his kids , and if anyone has complaints about it ?
Well , he is ready to have an hours long argument with them if necessary , so most people don’t even try to talk about it … at least not out loud .
When he comes back home , despite how tired he may be , Rayman is pretty much always down to see what his children have been up to while he was away :
they crafted something or made a drawing ? He will see it .
They want to tell him all about something cool that happened today ? He will give them his full attention .
< Dad ! Dad look , it’s you ! We made it together ! >
< Wow - that’s such a good drawing you made there ! I love it ! >
Rayman makes sure to keep every little thing they gift him , and sometimes you can find him sitting somewhere , smiling while staring at something they made …
< Aw , is that a new one Ray ? >
< Mhm …
Y’know y/n , sometimes I look at you and our family and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have all this .
I can’t thank you enough for staying with me … I love you , I love you so much ~ >
< I love you too sweetie … I’m so lucky to have you as well ~ >
Ramon 🖤
Saying that Ramon will do anything to keep you and your kids safe is an understatement …
He is ready to throw his life away to ensure that , and that often brings him to make many , many dangerous decisions .
< y/n ? Is … is Dad okay … ? >
< Don’t worry hun , he just needs some rest and he’ll feel better soon …
Still Ram , that’s not an excuse for doing stuff like that .
Please , please promise me you’ll never do it again … >
< I … hnn … I’m sorry … I just - I forget myself sometimes …
I’ll try to be more careful , I promise . >
Ramon’s softer side is especially visible when he is spending time with your children , playing with them …
< Aha ! We got you ! >
< Heh , you got me … >
< And now you’re trapped , forever !! >
< Noo - how could I be so easily defeated ?? >
You can’t help but smile whenever you see your partner like that , at this point only ever smiles when you’re all together : it’s the one thing that keeps him sane .
Since he doesn’t want to make your kids worry about how bad things actually are , with Eden constantly on the hunt for him and his beloved family , Ramon most likely confides to you at night , when his tormented thoughts prevent him from getting some much needed rest …
< y/n … ? >
< Hey love … can’t sleep … ? >
< … yeah …
This is just such a huge mess … I really have no idea how we’re gonna make it through this with those assholes constantly looking for us .
You deserve better … our children deserve better … maybe the both of you should - >
< No . I know what you’re about to say , and I’ll never leave you , no matter what happens .
I know that … things aren’t easy right now , and I honestly have no idea what’s gonna happen next … but I know we’re going to get through this , and we will be happy , all three of us … I promise . >
Your loving words always manage to give Ramon some reassurance , and with a momentary sense of peace he eventually manages to fall asleep in your arms , grateful to have you and your kids by his side .
He will do everything in his power to keep you safe , no matter what it takes .
#captain laserhawk#x reader#rayman x reader#captain lazerhawk rayman#rayman#ramon clh#cl rayman#ramon captain laserhawk#gender neutral reader
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Vampire Terzo x FReader | NSFW
Art by the wonderful @tasty-ribz
For @ghostchems on her birthday! To be a little bit soppy as much as I love ghost for being ghost it has also brought me some incredible friends. We bonded over loving terzo and love island and now you are my favourite person to scream about awful men with every day. I hope everyone is making you feel a special as Terzo would today because as far as we are concerned yours is the only important birthday happening this month 💜
Now a best selling author thanks to your experience at Crowley Manor you find yourself struggling to muster up inspiration for the sequel. Will returning to the place it all began help you? Or just confirm the none of it was real? A sequel to Cirice
Warnings: blood, rough sex, hints of mind control, pinv sex, cunnilingus, lots of dust hehe
With a huff of frustration you scratch out the poor excuse for a sentence and drop your pen. There were more scribbles across the page then there were words and you needed a break or you might end up throwing your note pad across the room. Abandoning your desk you wander over to the window for a distraction from your writer's block. The evening was drawing in, street lights flickering on one by one as people hurried home from their day whether it be work or leisure it was still an unwelcome reminder of your lack of productivity. Turning from the view you scan across the room, your home office, hoping for something to spark your inspiration but your mind remains unhelpfully blank. You ponder just giving up for the day, shutting the door and giving yourself over to your evening but deadlines are approaching and there is still so much to do. With a reluctant determination, you turn to your inspiration board and will it to do its job.
When you had decided to write a follow up to your best selling debut novel, you had carefully gathered all the things you knew you would need to refer to to build the story. There were your photographs from Crowley Manor, newspaper clippings about the house and the area, quotes and key plot points from the original story, a couple of photos of bela lugosi, the closest you can find to how you remember him looking - although you have sketched what you recall of the facepaint he wore over the top with a marker - and in the centre, the note; the only thing you have that proves that it was real. Well, that and the two small scars on your neck. You rub your fingers over them absentmindedly as you try to remember anything more but even as the scars faded, so did your memories to the point where you are not entirely sure any of it was real. Reading over the words again.
A candle casting a faint glow
You and I see eye to eye
Can you hear the thunder?
How can you hear the thunder that's breaking?
Now there is nothing between us
From now our merge is eternal
Can't you see that you're lost?
Can't you see that you're lost without me?
-iii
You hum the tune to yourself, the melody you had only heard once and yet it plays through your dreams so frequently you have never been able to forget it, always accompanied by a dark shadow and the sense that you are being watched. Your experience at Crowley Manor - whether a true encounter with a dashing vampire or a figment of your imagination - had changed your life. You were a writer now; a successful published writer. Your vampire romance novel had been an instant best seller, ‘the mysterious vampire luring in unsuspecting victims until one stole his heart’ earned a loyal fanbase and quickly. In interview after interview you were asked if you had based him on someone real, probably assuming he was an older man you had a crush on, but you always answered no because how could you explain that he was a man you had most likely conjured up in a dream.
But that had all brought you to where you were now; attempting to write the much anticipated sequel. The heroine of your story had left the manor in a similar way to you but after having spent much longer with her vampire lover, and as much as you wanted to see them reunited you were struggling to find the narrative. Unlike you she had been offered forever with him and had chosen to return to her normal life, so without a justified reason, why would she return? Your thought process hits a brick wall once again as you rub your tired eyes. There is only one thing left to try before you may be forced to give up. The familiar pull in your gut that you had been resisting since the day you left was finally winning. You had to go back.
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The gate is rusted and stiff, so you have to push hard to create enough space for you to slip through and even then you almost trip on the piles of rubbish littering the driveway. You step over the buckled historical society sign with a sigh - even they had given up on the place and for some time by the looks of things. Tall weeds were growing through the now sparse gravel, even more windows had been boarded up and there were layers of faded graffiti covering the front door. It is already ajar but you have to shove it open, pushing it past the built up leaves and dust trying to wedge it closed. Although the state of the outside had saddened you, it is the interior that makes your heart sink - it was never nice to see a beautiful old house fall into ruin.
The floorboards still gave their familiar creak under your soft footsteps, but that was about the only similarity. The sconces, once filled with dripping candles were now empty and shrouded in cobwebs, and dust motes thick enough to choke you floated in what little beams of light that made it through the windows. Without the soft piano luring you further into the house you took your time to properly look around, cautiously walking through room after room. What little furniture that hadn’t been stolen or vandalised was covered in dust sheets. The shelving sits almost empty in every room; you pass only a few odd books and trinkets still in place but almost unrecognisable underneath all the grime.
Towards the back of the house you come to what looks like a music room and a feeling of deja vu washes over you. The grand piano still dominates the room, but when you run your fingers across what little keys are left it only lets out reluctant, discordant notes as neglected and decaying as the rest of your surroundings. The fireplace is a yawning chasm on the back wall without the welcoming fire filling it, but you remember laying on the soft rug before it where he had given and taken unimaginable pleasure from you, well at least you thought. Because it was seeming more and more likely you had imagined it. You pull yourself from your thoughts and that is when the portrait catches your eye. How you never noticed it before you don’t understand, but it hangs perfectly above the mantel and crushes the last shreds of hope you were clinging onto.
It is him. His distinctive face paint, his perfectly styled hair and his intense mismatched eyes. At least now you know what really happened on your last visit to this place. Before you had fallen asleep you must have seen this portrait on your last visit, striking as he was and then your mind had concocted the whole fantasy. You are not sure exactly what you had been expecting returning to Crowley Manor, but you couldn’t avoid the cutting disappointment that was slicing through you. All that was here was an empty old house and a painting of a man. With one last longing look you take your leave as you fight the knot of feelings solidifying in your chest. There was nothing else for you here. You reach the foyer where the light of dusk shines around the edges of the open door, illuminating your exit from this house and your return to reality, when you hear it…
We're standing here by the abyss…
That voice. The words were different and even the tune was different, but that voice. There was nothing else it could be but him. The alluring sound drifts down from the upper floor to where you stand and you don’t even try to resist his siren call as your feet carry you towards the grand staircase.
And the world is in flames…
Your footprints disturb the thick layers of dust covering the once grand carpet that leads the way up, but you continue unconcerned by the trail you are leaving in your wake, your only thought finding your way to the source of that beautiful sound.
Two star-crossed lovers reaching out…
It gets clearer as you reach the upper level, but you still haven't quite found him yet. Along the landing are multiple doors that you consider as you walk, but once your eyes land on the ornate double doors at the furthest end you know inherently; that is your destination.
To the beast with many names…
The floorboards creak as you get closer and closer even as you attempt to keep your steps measured and even, but if that didn’t give you away then you are sure your laboured breathing and thundering heartbeat would.
He is. He's the shining and the light without whom I cannot see…
The singing stops when you reach the doors and with barely a brush of your fingertips,they swing open revealing only a dark room within. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the gloom, but even that doesn’t make you hesitate to enter. It is as abandoned as the rest of this cursed house. All the anticipation you had felt soured inside you and tears pricked at your eyes as you circled in the centre of the room taking in the dusty bed and empty fireplace. Your back is turned when a sudden bang startles you, the doors slamming shut. You cry out in fear, turning in an instant and rushing towards them. Pushing and pulling is futile and they will not budge. The knowledge that you are trapped fills you with a shiver as a chill falls over the room.
“My little lamb returns,” he growls in your ear, appearing as if from nowhere. His arms box you in against the door, his white gloves the only part of him you can see. You try to turn, to see him but his body presses close, cold and unyielding as stone behind you. You should do something, anything but fear and lust paralyse you as they tear through you in equal measure.
“You are real,” you barely whisper before his fangs sink into your neck, the sharp shock of pain stealing your consciousness.
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When your eyes flutter open you find it hard to believe you are even in the same room. You are lying in the centre of a four poster bed, propped up against a mountain of airy pillows and as you shift the sheets feel unbelievably soft against your fingers. The heavy drapes are tied to the frame on one side giving you a clear view of the fireplace and the figure silhouetted against it. His back is to you, seemingly unaware that you are now awake so you take your time admiring him.
It is undoubtedly him. His hair is slicked back, familiar in both your memory and in his portrait you had not long discovered. This time he wears a white suit with gold trim that glimmers in the firelight and it is certainly one you have never seen before. He turns in your direction giving you a glimpse of his striking profile still covered in his unusual skull-like face paint. He clears his throat glancing at you and you realise he is also holding a book up to the fire light. Not just any book. That is your book. The one you had written about him. You sit bolt upright but a wave of dizziness stops you from acting any further.
“His touch feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It scares you how much you crave it; how much you want him to keep touching you and to never stop. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest, despite the overwhelming feeling of comfort that has fallen over you.” He smirks as he reads your words back to you with an arrogance that can only come from knowing it was written about him.
“How did you get that?” you hiss at him, the mortification you are experiencing seems to break some of the spell he has over you. He chuckles darkly in response, snapping the book shut and placing it on the nightstand so you can see the very suggestive illustration you had commissioned for the cover clearly.
“You have a way with words, agnellino.” He leans against the bedpost, running his eyes over you and watching how you react just to his presence. “Do you still crave my touch as much as you wrote?” His elongated teeth peek out of his mouth with how wide his smile is, clearly enjoying having this additional power over you. You almost miss not so long ago when you believed he had been a figment of your imagination.
“It’s called creative licence,” you snap back breathlessly, trying your damnedest to keep your composure but you make the mistake of meeting his mismatched eyes and you are pulled under all over again. It’s like he can worm his way into your very soul and convince you of anything he desires.
“Why did you come back?” He looms over you at the end of the bed as he waits for you to answer him. As subtly as you can, you try to sit yourself up to make yourself feel less vulnerable but your limbs are weak and uncooperative.
“I’m writing again,” you start. It is the truth - or at least part of the truth - but you can tell he doesn't believe you, fixing you with his intense stare, waiting for you to be more forthcoming. “Last time I was here it was very… inspiring.”
“I see, I see.” He starts to pace next to the bed, giving you a reprieve and a chance to breathe but you sense it is by no means the end of your interrogation. “Just ‘professional interest’ then?”
“Yes, that is all. I should go.” You try again to sit up and ease yourself off the bed but before your feet can touch the ground he kneels in front of you, blocking you from moving any further.
“Ah ah ah,” he scolds, wagging his finger at you like he was disciplining a wayward child. “You come into my home uninvited - again, I might add.” He leans close enough you can feel the cold radiating from him, his teeth bared threateningly. “I need the truth.” Fear makes you tense but somehow you know he would never really hurt you - at least not in a way you wouldn't enjoy. You start to think his irritation is more directed at your refusal to admit how much you want him rather than the fact you broke into his house. Again.
“You lured me up here! You could have just let me leave.” That thought boosts your confidence just enough to push back. Just a little. He didn't have to reveal himself to you everytime you were here, and yet he did.
“No I couldn't, little lamb,” he whispers, a softness falling over his face. “I could never resist a chance to taste you again.” His attention drops to your feet, helping you out of your shoes before he stands again before you. “Tell me why you are really here.” He had given you your chance to tell him of your own volition, but now you could feel his will influencing you and bringing forth the truth. He eases his jacket from his shoulders, leaving it on the floor where it falls. He makes quick work of his bow tie adding it to the pile of clothes at his feet.
His cuff links go next, freeing him to turn up his sleeves and then his collar sliding one button free at a time until it hangs open. His toned chest is covered in thick dark hair and it's all you can do not to reach out and bury your fingers in it. Even without his vampiric lure, you would struggle to resist him. He crawls over you, forcing you to scoot back onto the bed to make room for him and you find yourself unable to speak as you get lost in his eyes.
“Tell me…” He is intoxicating and you find you no longer have the willpower to resist him. You had forgotten how powerful he was, his presence alone narrowing your mind until all you can think of is him. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but somehow they still won't come.
“Why are you here agnellino, eh?” He holds himself over you, the only thing touching you are the open tails of his shirt, denying you any more until you obey him. “Did you miss me?”
“I wasn’t sure if you were real any more,” you admit reluctantly and his eyes alight at your delayed admission.
“Shall I remind you how real I am?” There is a voice in your mind somewhere telling you to say no, but with every other part of you screaming a resounding yes it is easy to tune out - though you still can’t quite bring yourself to say it. So you nod and he wastes no more time. His dexterous fingers make quick work of your trousers and your underwear, pulling them off you in one swift motion and then he is on you. His strong hand grasps your ankle, pulling you even closer so he can press his lips to your bare skin.
He starts at the sole of your foot, lavishing you with open mouthed kisses and grazes of his dangerous teeth. He seeks out parts of your body you had never even known were sensitive before, whether it was his plush mouth sucking at them or tracing them with his tongue. The curve of your calf, the dip behind your knee and the crease of your inner thigh. His cool breath raises goosebumps across your skin and he chases them with his mouth, only pausing to suck on the beads of blood that bloom where he allows his fangs to nick your skin. The contrasts make you needy for more of his touch, the warm and the cold, the pleasure and the pain. When he eventually reaches your core he ceases all his teasing and devours you, his groans of pleasure vibrating through you as he laps at your entrance and sucks on your clit.
“Every part of you tastes exquisite,” he moans again at your skin as he pulls at the hem of your shirt, allowing himself access to even more of your skin. Your bra is pulled roughly aside so he can latch onto your nipples one after the other. Losing himself in his lust, he pinches them roughly as his teeth make deliberate shallow slices in your cleavage. He suckles at them harshly, milking all the blood he can from such a surface cut.
Eventually he reaches your neck pressing a deceptively gentle kiss to your scar from your last encounter before seeking out the fresher puncture wounds from earlier in the evening. He probes them harshly with his tongue disturbing the newly formed clots enabling him to drink freely from you until he is positively drunk on you.
“You are so warm agnellino,” he moans, reluctantly pulling away from you only to tear off his loose shirt and rip off his trousers. He fits himself back on top of you, desperate to be as close as possible and ruts his aching length against your hip, his mouth latching back onto your neck. He rears back giving you the opportunity to see him for the hunger ridden monster he is, but it only makes you want him more. His face paint is smudged across his face, the once precise lines blurring and blending with what remains of your blood and your juices, and his eyes sparkle with something dangerous that you can't resist. With a snarl he forces your legs wide so he can see all of you, his fingers digging a bruising grip into your soft thighs.
“After tonight you will never again doubt my existence,” he growls as he fucks into you in one long, hard stroke. There is no waiting for you to grow accustomed to him filling you; he just takes you hard, pushing the air from your lungs every time he fills you. He is rough and demanding and you crave every part of this more animalistic side to him. Your blood loss and his body worship have pushed you outside your own body, the pleasure and the pain meeting and blending and pushing you into a euphoria you had never experienced before.
Even as his control was slipping even further away, his cock aimed perfectly, fucking into you in exactly the right place over and over while the drag of him inside your tight heat forced sobs and gasps from both of you. In the state he had you, you knew you would do anything and everything he wanted and if you hadn’t been so light headed, you might have realised that that was exactly what he wanted. He grunts as he pulls you closer, angling your hips just so that he can fuck into you even deeper, your moans of satisfaction harmonising as somehow your pleasure grows stronger than you ever thought possible.
“Has anyone fucked you like this since me, little lamb?” He is panting, hardly able to get his words out, somehow seeming more human even in the midst of his monstrous lust.
“No,” you whine. There is no use denying it, because who could possibly compare to him?
“Bene,” he snarls, a possessive sneer crossing his face. “No one will ever, ever fuck you like me.’ You sob in agreement as the burn in your core grows, bringing you so close. Babbled nonsense falls from your lips. You can only hope he understands how little you need to push you over the edge.
Thankfully something you said must have made sense, because in the next moment his thumb is stroking your clit in time with his ever more frantic thrusts and the wave of your climax begins to crash, sweeping you along in its powerful tide. Your vision greys at the edges and vaguely, somewhere amidst the buzz, you feel him reach his peak just behind you as his thrusts stutter before stilling as he fills you.
Inelegantly he pulls away, landing beside you on the bed. He pulls you to him stroking your hair and dotting your forehead with sweet kisses. Contentment surges through you as you rest against his chest, his lack of heartbeat barely registering.
“You are so very sleepy, little lamb,” he breathes into your hair, and you can only spare a thought to agree as you succumb to the overwhelming pull of sleep.
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The cold and stale morning air lures you from your sleep this time, a much less pleasant awakening than your last. Your whole body aches as you shift and try to take in your surroundings. You are alone. The dawn light spilling through the drapes allows you to see, and the bedroom appears dusty and abandoned, not the cosy boudoir you had experienced last night.
The dusty sheets cling to your clothes as you try to stand but every movement reveals a new bite mark or bruise until you are on your feet. The worst pain though, is the ache in your heart. This should have been expected and yet the fact that he isn't here hurts. Rather than satisfying you, this second encounter only made you yearn more for this terrible, mysterious man. Your only consolation was that now at least, you will have plenty more to write about.
You don't try to call out to him, already knowing how futile that would be, so you look once more around the room, trying hard to commit it all to memory when the night stand catches your attention. A single white rose sits atop a folded piece of paper. You pick them both up, carefully making sure to avoid the sharp thorns and unfold the paper to see that unmistakable handwriting.
We’re standing here by the abyss
And the world is in flames
Two star-crossed lovers reaching out
To the beast with many names
He is
He’s the shining and the light without whom I cannot see
-iii
His words were cryptic as ever but you let it fill you with uncertain hope. Maybe you were the star-crossed lovers? Or maybe not. All you knew for now at least, was that you felt you were still at the very beginning of this story…
…and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you.
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Aaah! Mushroomfields and their fictions! Their fictions always make me feel better and worse!
I drew this drawing one or two week ago after reading their fiction about reincarnation again. -and i will read it again... who loves pain? me?? nopeee(!)- Then I couldn't help but paint and here it is. Hmm I have to say that I actually drew this drawing entirely on their fiction, so they were totally my muse. But as a result, i played around with a thing or two myself, so at this point I can say that i went a little bit out of the original text they wrote. There was no such information about the outfit Fukuzawa was wearing but I like to see Fukuzawa like this. And Mori by Mushroomfields didn't get the job done with a single finger grip, hehe. Anyway! Long story short, my muse was definitely Mushroomfields and what I'm drawing here outlines the scene in their fiction, but what I'm drawing is far from the scene in that fiction. Ehm... thank you for listening to the turmoil in my mind, and I strongly suggest you read their fiction. I'll leave a short excerpt here for you~
<Fukuzawa stood in utter boredom amongst the crowd of dressed up guests filling the ballroom, filled with too many enemy organisations that Fukuzawa was throughly sick conversing to as though they wouldn’t all pull a gun on one another the moment this night of a truce was over. It felt fickle, something Fukuzawa didn’t like to indulge in when he was nothing if not a realist. Yet, there was one man amongst them all, one enemy somewhere in the crowd that Fukuzawa would be more than happy to indulge. It showed.
When finally Mori had come to rescue him from his circle of small talk. The younger man passed Fukuzawa’s conversing circle, his body coming close enough for their shoulder’s to brush, and his eyes didn’t dare look to Fukuzawa, the two not even giving away a hint of acknowledgment to the other as Mori ghosted by. But, hidden from view of any possible prying eyes, Fukuzawa felt Mori’s pointer finger touch his palm hanging by his side, the other tracing a slow line from Fukuzawa’s pinkie all the way up to his wrist, teasingly tempting in the way Mori knew Fukuzawa would follow.
Mori continued walking by until Fukuzawa watched from the corner of his eye as the younger left outside the large door’s of the ballroom, before he cleared his throat. The circle stopped idly talking for a moment to direct their attention to Fukuzawa as he nodded once to them all, gracefully placing his half drunken Champaign glass on a waiter’s tray passing by.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Fukuzawa regarded, before turning on his heel and swiftly locating his way through the crowd until he reached the ballroom’s doors. Just like that, in one simple touch he was chasing after Mori like two opposite ends of a magnet compelled towards each other.>
And yes I'll probably be on the exam when this is posted on my tumblr, wish me luck~
#fukumoriweek2023#fukumori#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd mori#bsd fukuzawa#drawing#fanart#painting#fukuzawa#mori#ougai#mori ougai#yukichi#fukuzawa yukichi#zenku soukoku#zenki soukoku
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hehe hi hi!! i’m adonis and i have a little more fanart for baby bird 💞 (i love her sm and don’t wanna stop drawing her) thank you @ships-n-giggles for giving me more of an excuse to draw her teehee
and i drew her with my oc Orabella (who you can see more of on this post💞)
them being preening buddies :D
more on the idea: i would preening is a very intimate action that only family or lovers do to one another , so when Orabella approached Cori to ask for her help with preening, Coronis was very flushed. It took some time, but it led to Orabella lying on her tummy as Coronis gently pulled at her feathers, the two making idle chatter. Once it was done, Orabella offered to do Coronis in turn, as a thank you. This is when she reveals that she has never been preened, at least on purpose. When Stella would tear out her feathers, it would get out the feathers that need to be preened but also damages them. In addition, she is far too ashamed to ask Stolas for help, especially since it is considered an intimate act. She has never had a healthy experience with it, often having to do it alone. Horrified, Orabella once again offers to preen her, while being in front of a mirror so that Cori can watch over her as she preens the feathers on her back, A bit reluctant, she does agree and Orabella sets everything up, as Corri has to do is undress into either a robe or just be fully nude (she most likely would opt for the robe and cover her chest) 😁
annnd since they would be drinking buddies i thought why not doodle then getting drunk together!! lol this would have been colored but i ran out of time and most of these are throughout a day. there will deffo be more 😁😁😁
and if you wanna know more on their dynamic or just orabella feel free to ask :DD
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Hi! I see you've mentioned before you like GravesBeaks. I know you're a huge Fenro and Mads fan, and I really like your art. You seem cool and popular, and I don't want to be a bother (I'm very shy and easily intimidated), but I'd like to request a GravesBeaks drabble, maybe them decorating Mark's office for Christmas at Waddle.
Honestly, I'd be happy with any holiday cuteness and fluff if you'd be willing to write it. I'd also be interested in chatting about Mark and Falcon, if you ever want (and your AUs too, you're very creative).
I know GravesBeaks isn't a popular ship, but I do have a Discord with a few people. I'm trying to get it active again and just wanted you to know. Thanks for your time. Happy Holidays!!
Hiiiii!!!!
UAGH YES I DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM MUCH BUT GRAVESBEAKS MY BELOVED <33333 there was literally no reason for them to show up in the mad ducktor thingie other than that I just wanted to write about them. ssldkjfdsljk I really don't talk about them much but yes. I love them. they were the first characters I ever shipped in the dt fandom and the first dt fanfic I wrote (which I have not! posted) was about them.
YEA AND I HAVE LIKE THREE WIPS OF THEM FOR THE ROYALTY AU and I want to draw them more but I'm too intimidated to draw Graves ssldkjfssk
anyway using this as an excuse for a royalty au snippet of them :3 (this is very much a wip) when you’ve been keeping your relationship secret for a decade it can be a lot to have someone find out
hehe. really need to cover their relationship more, hidden relationships are so fun so I had to give them that trope <3
ANYWAY ANYWAYYYYYYY holiday fluff office decorating for you <33333
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“No, no, a little lower- no, that’s too far, higher! Alright… a little to the left?”
When Graves stepped into Waddle headquarters that morning he found it in a surprising state of disarray. Employees were rushing everywhere, their arms laden with various tinsel, ornaments, and lights.
It was odd to see Mark’s usual ‘chill’ office environment be transformed into pure chaos, especially this early in the morning. Usually when Graves arrived the only people there were the night security. Now it seemed like every employee Beaks had was running around the building.
Mark was in the middle of it all, laying flat out on his back on the candy desk, head hanging off the side as he gave instructions upside down. Why he was positioned like this Graves had no idea, but it certainly wasn’t hindering his ability to yell at his staff.
“No, this is all wrong!” He was conducting the hanging of a huge wreath of mistletoe, one of the employees holding it up so he could see. “This is the completely wrong place to put mistletoe, why didn’t anyone tell me how bad this is?! We need holly here- someone grab some!”
A pig in a green and red coat stepped forward, raising her hoof slightly. “Mr. Beaks, we used the last of it in the front entryway-”
“Well then get some more! What am I paying you for?!” The parrot snapped, sitting upright in a flurry. “And whose job was it to replace this desk? Why am I still sitting on a rainbow desk- this is supposed to be red white and green!”
“I’ll check on that sir!” A swan near the back of the room quickly hurried away.
That’s when Mark finally noticed Falcon, who was still looking around at the decorations in confusion. “Gravesyyyyyy! There you are! What do you think? It’s not finished yet of course, these people refuse to move fast enough, but it’s getting there!”
“It’s impressive.” The most eye catching thing in the room was the half-decorated Christmas tree, which stretched nearly twenty feet to the high ceiling. Employees on incredibly tall ladders were carefully placing each ornament in place. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here this early.”
Mark hopped off the candy desk, moving to his bodyguard. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to set everything up last night so I was hoping to get it set up before the building opened. If people would move fast enough.” He glared around meaningfully at the rushing employees.
“So… holiday decorations?” Graves was still confused as to why Mark would care so much about this.
“Yes!” The parrot exclaimed. “The Christmas tree especially. It’s all about getting that holiday buzz, you feel me? I want people to go ‘woah, have you seen the huge tree at Waddles?’ Good decorations are the easiest way to get people talking about you, and Christmas is a perfect opportunity!”
“Ah.” Of course, this was all to get attention. Everything Mark did was to get attention.
“So, what do you think?” Mark spread his arms, spinning in a circle to gesture around the room. “Like I said, it’s not done yet, but anything you’d change? Anything need more? Less? To be in a different spot?”
Falcon was no interior designer, but even half-finished, everything looked good. The colors were grouped nicely, and the different decorations spaced out well. “It looks great.”
“You’re sure?” Beaks glared at one staff member, and they quickly readjusted the tinsel they were wrapping around one of the now red and green slides.
Falcon caught hold of Mark’s hood, using it to pull him close. He leaned his head down to press his beak against Mark’s temple, preening the area. “It’s perfect, love.”
He could almost feel Mark’s blush as the trillionaire relaxed against him. “Well, thank you. I try.”
“Are you decorating the whole building like this?” Falcon asked as Mark leaned back against him, his back against the raptor’s chest. Falcon wrapped his arms around the parrot.
“Hmm, no, mostly just the public places.” Mark placed his hands over Falcon’s, which were held together against the trillionaire’s chest. “Maybe in some of the more common work areas, just to boost staff spirit, you know?”
“Got it.” Falcon hugged him tighter. “Well, as long as you don’t make me put anything up, then I’m fine with the decorations anywhere.”
“Oh, actually!” Mark stood straighter, tilting his head back to look at him. “We need the giant wreath hoisted up over the window, it’s to heavy for anyone to lift by themselves and nobody,” again he glared around pointedly, several employees ducked their heads, “can figure out how to work together to do it.”
Falcon sighed. “Mark, I just said-“
“Awh, c’mon, Gravesy!” The parrot pulled away to turn to face him, laying his hands on Falcon’s broad chest. “Just one thing, you’ve just got to pull a rope and that’s it! Please, I really need my big, strong, bf’s help with it.” He reached up, squeezing Falcon’s bicep.
The raptor sighed. “Just this,” he held up a finger to get his point across. “Nothing else.”
“You’ve got it, Gravesy!” Mark leaned up, kissing the end of Falcon’s beak. “C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.”
He pulled away, and Graves followed him. “Can I get a real kiss before I do this for you?”
Mark threw him a mischievous look over his shoulder. “How about after?”
#UAGH them <3333#thanks for the ask!#anon ask#prettyyyyy sure I know who this is 🤨#hiiiiii <333#mark beaks#falcon graves#gravesbeaks#ducktales#dt17#ducktales 2017#duckverse#wacky writes#I don’t usually do discord but I’m always down to talk here!!!!#slsldlf as much as I love the fluff of them decorating together idk if it’s anything they’d actually do#soooo now we’ve got beaks ordering people around sldlflfl#‘really cool and popular’ anon I’m 🥺🥺 tyyyy#snoopy blinking at that
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Hello hello! Here is my Claude request again:
Reader has always wanted to fly but never had access to a pegasus/wyvern until coming to Garreg Mach. Claude, of course, offers to give reader a ride on his wyvern to help fulfill this childhood dream of theirs (and as an excuse to hold them close- *cough* uh no you didn't hear anything this is for safety purposes only)
Feel free to use the same reader from my first Claude request! Plus reader is a little nervous about heights so they're definitely gonna be holding on to the nearest thing for dear life lol (also idk if this detail will matter but reader is very much an animal lover and will certainly be cooing over Claude's wyvern like they do with all the monestary's cats and dogs hehe)
Thank you again in advance!!
I got your other note, too. I'm glad you like my style! Of course, there are things I must attend to outside of this blog, but it always puts a smile on my face to get a request during my day. I'm a bit of a dreamer (though that doesn't mean my head is in the clouds), so these things tend to fuel my imagination. Then, I'm able to put them into stories effectively before sharing the result with you all! How lucky I am to have such a gift.
On that note, I believe someone needs to bash me over the head with a stick because once again, I did not entirely listen to your request. I somehow turned "a little nervous about heights" into a full blown fear of them. Forgive me. Naturally, before I noticed that I messed up, I managed to write over half the fic.
(Also, thanks for coming in clutch with that resend! I was devastated when I accidentally deleted it!)
Let me know what you think! Requests are open to all!
The story will be continued under the cut.
“Uh oh. Looks like someone’s developed a crush on my wyvern. Should I introduce you two?”
Standing at the entrance to the stables, you turned around at his sudden appearance. Your flustered reaction to his words turned to laughter once you realized what he meant, “Could you really? That would be great! Oh, but what should I say? How should I act?”
It appeared that Claude couldn’t fight his smile at your antics, “Just be yourself! Fate will work itself out.”
“Careful, the Goddess might get mad at you for that one.”
Easily, the two of you fell into a good mood as he led you to his wyvern.
“So is it friendly, or will it bite my hand off?”
“I’d imagine you’re a familiar face,” Claude reached forward to pet it, himself, “so you’ll be fine. Besides, you’re here with me. Pretty sure you’re safe as long as you don’t suddenly attack me.”
“Ah, well. There go my plans for the day,” you remarked, slowly stretching your arm out for the beast to inspect.
It sniffed you once, twice, then leaned forward into your hand. Its scales were rough, but so long as you stroked in the right direction, it was comfortable.
The wyvern seemed to have more of a preference, though. The more affection you gave it, the more noise it made. Soon enough, it began trying to get closer to you, though the chains attaching its harness to the wall wouldn’t permit it to go far.
“Oh my- you are adorable!” you cooed.
“Careful. This one’s special,” Claude commented. “I’m not a fan of the idea that we might draw an audience, what with all the noise you two are making.”
You took your attention away from the creature as he did his best to silence its movements. From your many visits to the castle of Duke Riegan when you were younger, you came to recognize this wyvern as belonging to Claude. If he didn’t want it to have a crowd, he probably had a good reason.
Originally, you two had been sent here on stable duty. However, you highly doubted that your teacher would suddenly classify this as an acceptable way to spend your time.
“I suppose you have a point,” you frowned. “It’s just…I have never actually seen one of these up close. It’s always been a dream of mine to fly at least once, but…”
“What’s been stopping you?”
I’m afraid of heights. “Quite a few things, actually. There aren’t exactly a surplus of wyverns and pegasi in the area I’m from, and my family is quite stubborn about not needing them. That means my teachers have firm instructions not to let me ride one, so I haven’t had the opportunity to learn how.”
“That’s it? Well, I sure don’t see any teachers around here. And would you look at that? There’s a wyvern about ten feet in front of your face.”
You didn’t smile, “I don’t know…”
I can’t do it. I’m too scared.
“If you want, I can take you flying,” he offered. “I happen to know for a fact that today’s skywatch is made up entirely of students. Nobody will recognize you, and if they do, there’s no way they could possibly know about your little ‘obligation’.”
“Maybe, but…” you eyed the wyvern.
He paused, waiting for the rest of your sentence. It didn’t take him too long to figure out the end wasn’t coming.
“Is there some other reason?”
Really, you didn’t want him to know. It was embarrassing enough when you were the only one that knew about it, you didn’t need your best friend figuring it out and teasing you about it.
“I…”
“Oh, I see,” Claude picked up, ever the vigilant one between you two. “You’re afraid.”
Unable to find the words, you settled for a nod.
“Come on, what’s so scary? Worried about what your family might think if you went behind their backs?”
He received a look from you, “After everything you’ve talked me into doing these past few years? I doubt you and I will start getting caught now.”
“Okay…and I know you aren’t scared of my wyvern after how friendly you two were a moment ago.”
You laughed, “No, of course not!”
“Well?”
He was only trying to help, you reasoned. Besides, he already knew you were afraid. Telling him why couldn’t be so bad, right?
“...I’m nervous about being so high up without anything to keep me safe. No ties, no railing…”
In truth, you had always been somewhat thankful that your parents had forbidden you from riding the animals. It meant you never would have to reveal your fear, and your teachers couldn’t force you to face it.
Yet here you were, spoilt for choice, and you were freezing up. You still yearned to fly, but by no means did that translate to you wanting to face your fear.
“...I don’t know…” you repeated, softer.
You could feel Claude stare at you for a moment, “It’s not like you’ll be on your own. You’ve got me here with you, and I promise not to let you fall. I can hang onto you the whole time, if you want. Plus, you can always hold the horn of the saddle to feel more secure.”
It didn’t sound so bad when he put it that way…
“I swear, you won’t have to do anything other than sit. I can handle the rest by myself.”
“Have you ever fallen off?”
“Not that I can remember,” he joked, “but trust me, I won’t let that happen to you.”
How old was he now, eighteen? You were well aware of how many years of experience Claude had with wyvern riding. The leader of the Golden Deer was offering to help you achieve your own small dream, but it was strange.
The existence of this wyvern was not known to many, and Claude had never even mentioned owning one to the professor. You wondered how many students were aware he actually knew how to fly.
Well, if this was your one chance, you were taking it. The details could be sorted out later. Once you were in the air, you would have no other choice than to face your fear, right?
No, that was a horrible line of reasoning.
Just shut up and get on the wyvern.
With false confidence, you let him lead the way to the wyvern’s saddle. He went up first, then extended a hand in order to help you up.
“There you go. Now, put your left foot on that loop and step on it. Keep holding my hand so you don’t lose your balance.”
You followed his instructions easily enough until he was able to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you up. Seating yourself as comfortably as you could, you moved your hands to hold the saddle’s horn. Claude kept his left arm at its place around your waist.
“Alright, you ready?” he asked, pulling a key out of his pocket. The brunet undid the chains binding the saddle to the wall and let them fall to the ground.
Really, how bad could it be?
“Yes. Go ahead.”
He guided the wyvern out of the stables through the gate you left open when you entered. Then, with a few movements of his right arm that you didn’t get to see, you felt yourself leave the ground.
Immediately, your eyes shut and your grip tightened.
Maybe you weren’t ready, yet. This felt similar to signing a contract without reading it first. If your eyes remained closed, though, you could remain calm. That way, you wouldn’t realize what was happening until you opened your eyes at the peak of your little flight. You were sure it wouldn’t be so bad by then.
But when the time finally came, and Claude informed you that you weren’t going to fly any higher, your eyes did not open.
Somehow, from behind you, he managed to pick up on this.
“What’s the point of doing this if your eyes are shut? We may as well have just gone outside on a windy day and put you on a rock,” he teased.
“I’m trying, I just…”
“Seriously, if you don’t open your eyes, you’ll get all disoriented and pass out. Then I’ll have to fly back without dropping you, take you to Manuela, and explain everything in a way that doesn’t send one of us home or get my wyvern banned.”
Sad as the second part was, your mind was gripped in fear at the thought of the first, “What? That can’t be true!”
“Hey, I’ve seen more than a few wyvern riders fly into caves without their helmets attached properly and come back out limp on their mounts!” he shouted over the wind, “Something about the harsh breeze going past your ears and your eyes not understanding why.”
He must have been lying to you, right? There was no way such a ridiculous story could be true.
“Look, whether you open your eyes or not is up to you. All I’m saying is that if you don’t, I’m turning back to the stables. I don’t need your parents or any teachers spreading rumors that the future Duke Riegan made some noble’s daughter pass out on his wyvern.”
Yeah, that did sound pretty bad.
“Alright, I’ll do it. Just give me a moment.”
You didn’t feel safe enough on the wyvern; that was your chief complaint. Sure, Claude’s arm acted as a safety harness, but you still felt the need to grip the horn of the wyvern’s saddle. If you could just cover your eyes with your hands, you knew you could muster the courage to open your eyes. Then, it would only be a matter of spreading your fingers open to peek through the gaps until finally, you could pull your hands away.
But how were you meant to achieve all that when you barely felt safe now?
Then it hit you. Of course the answer was right in front of you (or, behind you, rather.)! Did you not just refer to Claude in your thoughts as a safety harness?
“Alright, I’ve got a plan. For this to work, though, I’ll need to release the saddle.”
“Sure. Whenever you’re ready.”
“No, that’s…” that was a terrible explanation on your part, “That’s the thing. I feel as though I might fall off if I do. Could you just…tighten your hold on me to make up for my own lack of grip? At least that way, I can trick my mind into thinking I’m attached to something.”
The literal second you stopped talking, you wanted to slap your palm against your forehead. What did you just ask Claude to do? And so casually, too. It didn’t help that you had no backup plan; everything was riding on how he chose to answer your question.
But before you could process what that really meant, you felt him shifting behind you. Your back was moved into his chest as the pressure around your waist increased.
“How’s this?”
“Perfect.” you said lamely, attempting to play it off.
And then all of a sudden, fear engulfed you as you realized you would actually have to do this task you thought up in your head.
Uncomfortable with entirely free-handing it, you lifted one hand to cover your eyes as the other braced itself on Claude’s arm for support.
This can work. I can do this!
You opened your eyes within the darkness of your hand, then you slowly began to fan it out and peer through the gaps. Through them, you could see just how high up you were.
At once, you closed your hand and shut your eyes. It was too much. Instinctively, your body tried to back away only to be met with Claude’s chest. You stopped at the resistance, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, and started to shake.
You were trapped in the sky. There was nowhere for you to retreat. Your breathing was out of control, you were out of control…you couldn’t control anything up here! What were you thinki-
“I’m right here with you,” Claude spoke into your ear. “Take it easy. You’re alright.”
“I can’t. I can’t do it.”
He kept his tone calm, “Sure you can. The only thing stopping you is your fear, remember? So, what part of this are you so afraid of?”
“When I look at it...when I think about it…I’m afraid I might fall off.”
“But I’m here, aren’t I? Move all you’d like, but I’m not going to let you go unless you ask me to. And even if you do fall, I’m right here to catch you.”
“Right.” He was persuasive when he wanted to be, you gave him that. You wanted to believe him, and so you allowed his words to bring you into a state of ease.
“What else?”
What else was there, really? Thinking back, you never had an issue looking out at the view from the top balcony of your manor, so long as you stayed away from the rail. So maybe heights weren’t the issue.
“I think that’s it. I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of falling.”
“Well, you aren’t falling right now, are you? In this moment, you’re not facing any of your fears.”
That was…true, wasn’t it? You truly wanted to see the view from up here; you weren’t afraid of the sight by any means.
“So open your eyes. It’d be a waste, otherwise.”
You followed his instructions, opening your eyes from behind the darkness of your own hand. Gently, you felt Claude’s own hand brush against your own, slowly pulling it away. If he was waiting for some form of protest, you didn’t give him any.
It wasn’t a beautiful sight, really. It was predictable; exactly what you would have guessed the monastery grounds looked like from the sky.
Even so, you felt accomplished. The feeling made the whole experience that much better.
“How anticlimactic,” you commented. Well, at least you wouldn’t have to go through this episode in a place where it mattered, like on a battlefield.
Claude laughed so hard that he almost did fall off the wyvern (which meant he almost pulled you with him!). You wouldn’t let him hear the end of it, lecturing and insulting him the whole journey to the ground for “almost killing you”, “endangering your life”, and of course, for how “terrible of a friend” he was.
He settled for doing the majority of the stable work to make it up to you.
#fe claude x reader#fire emblem#fe x reader#fiction#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#fe3h x reader#fire emblem x reader#fe3h claude x reader#claude x reader#claude von riegan#fe claude#fe
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breeding kink anon here 👉🏻👈🏻🥴 just came out of my shell to say aaah tysm for answering my ask and also if im a lil too blunt excuse me as i am recovering from a crazy night out so i may just speak my horny thoughts openly 🤭
I really liked the wholesome twist you gave to each of the men's answers and lowk marius' one almost had me feeling tears bc i feel for this man TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT PLS. Luke was spicy and Artem and Vyn were cute, all were *chef's kiss* thank you for the brainrot. i've tired myself out of most of the good smuts so this was a delicious treat 😩 been reading you for a bit of time basically ever since you started the blog on here and I always look forward to your posts whether it be answering anons or writing <3 I think i read that you've been having a rough few weeks so I hope you feel better soon and have been taking care 🥺
on a side note tho, marius is totally nasty like that- and if ppl tell me he hasn't at least tried to draw you nude or in debauched positions/clothing, dress u up in cute custom lingerie designed by himself, or fucked you in his art studio imma think they lying (on top of office sex ofc), or basically tried to on every surface in the von Hagen estate. i almost feel bad for his butler and vincent. 🥵 bet he would make it a challenge for you to keep his cum inside you as you go about your day when ur hanging around his home on both your days off, wearing one of his shirts and if he notices any leaking down your legs or panties he will not hesitate to either push it back in with his fingers or pump you full again~ despite whatever you may have been pre-occupied with at that current moment, just you being filled with his seed makes him feral.
p.s. I plan on sticking around for some time and idk if you give out anons emojis bc my brain fuzzy rn and i can't quite recall 💀 but if you do I don't mind being assigned one related to alcohol or your choice hehe.
anon you’re so sweet!! i had to take a while just to think of how to respond to such a nice message 🥺 i appreciate you so much! my week is better this time around! i hope you’ll have great weeks ahead too anon, you deserve it 💜
now back to horny. what if i tell you (cn server spoiler) that that is canon now 👀 they implied it 👀 maybe not as filthy as we’d think but i mean, i’d like to believe so lmfao. but also yes! he’s the kind of man who will definitely fuck you everywhere and anywhere — as long as there’s a flat surface, he’ll definitely fuck you on it 🧎🏻♀️
and omghdhshshhs not that making me crazy horny. after a whole night of just sex over and over again, you can barely feel your legs but you get up from bed anyway to go make yourself a cup of coffee. he comes up behind you and hugs you from the back before slowly, sliding his hand down to your cunt. he pulls your folds open with his fingers and shoves his middle finger inside your hole. it’s hot, wet and laced with his cum from last night. he pushes in deeper, letting the semen leak and slide down his finger. you arch your back at the sensation, a soft moan leaving your lips.
“jiejie, you’re so full—look at you, dripping all over my fingers.” he then pulls out and shows you his fingers, coated with both your combined fluids. he slowly pushes them past your lips and you lick them clean. you’re so turned on, it hurts. you need him inside you. and he knows this. “i wanna fill you up again…”
he pulls down his briefs and shoves his hardened cock inside you. and fuck does he stretch you full, you’ll never get used to his size. you’re always just so tight around him and it takes all of him not to cum right away. he fucks you against the counter, grabbing onto your hips and ass. wrapping his fingers around your neck and pulling you against him as he fucks your rough and fast. you swear you can feel the fluids sloshing inside you from how wet everything is. and it’s only going to get messier.
“marius—please! want more…”
“i know baby. i’ll give you what you want. i know you want me to pump another load inside you…fill you up again…so you can feel all hot and full inside…”
your walls tighten at his words and soon you’re gushing around him. you coat his cock with your fluids, your body trembling against him as you orgasm over and over again. he moans your name and slams harder inside you, and he’s so deep you can almost feel your heart stop. “oh fuck such a good girl—i’m gonna—ah”
nothing will ever beat the sensation of having marius shoot his cum inside you. it’s so hot and the load is almost always huge, thanks to him being young and full of testosterone. he fills you up so full and now you’re left with a messier cunt than it was just minutes ago. he holds you against him and despite still being plugged inside you, you can still feel his semen overflow and leak out of you and onto the floor. you make a mental note to clean that mess before he gets poor vincent to do it.
i feel like i still have a lot of horny in my system after that omg this man will be the death of me. also thank you for such a delicious spicy brainrot anon. and i’m giving you the 🍷 emoji cus i love wine!
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HI hi Nina!!! Can I ask you about your Rinharu AUs??? 👀💙❤️ I want to hear about them!!
hiii dragon, thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble hehe >:3c
a lot of the aus i have in mind are just broad ideas like several mermaid aus, rinharu as parents, an idol/celebrity au and so on. these one’s are a bit more in depth (the violet au especially) though, so i’m sorry if this is kinda lengthy lol
breaking bad au - the tachibanas are struggling financially so haru who wants to help them (and is pestered by rin) turns to cooking meth. it’s been a while since i last watched the show but i imagine haru starting out bored with his life and feeling stuck. it’s after he begins cooking with rin that he feels a sense of accomplishment and he wants more. this one’s not too focused on romance, but there’d definitely be moments between rin and haru if i ever decide to do anything with it.
grey’s anatomy au - instead of swimming everyone is a surgeon with haru specializing in general and rin in neuro. they’re some of the best in their field and have built a name for themselves as well as their hospital. they’re constantly pushing one another when it comes to their work, sometimes get into heated arguments when discussing what’s best for their patient, and spend a lot of time in the on-call room together 😏
pokémon au - again, pretty much the same but instead of swimming, it’s all about pokémon. rin convinces haru to become a trainer like him with the goal of one day being the regional champion, he leaves to get stronger, hits a wall and quits after losing to haru. of course they reunite and after they’ve reconciled, the two work toward their shared dream of becoming champions. i don’t know too many pokémon so i can’t say for sure what their teams would look like but for haru i like to imagine that he had an eevee as a kid that eventually evolved into a vaporeon. also he has a thing for the ugly and/or useless pokémon like feebas and magikarp.
maid dragon au - haru works a typical office job and on his way to work, he’s greeted by a dragon outside his apartment named rin who is shamelessly head over heels for him. the two start living together with rin taking care of all the household chores and smothering haru with his affection. as time goes on and other dragons from rin’s world come over, haru finds himself enjoying the company and even begins to return rin’s feelings. while they’re adults in this au, their dynamic is similar to when they were in elementary school and over time becomes what it is now.
violet evergarden au - ever since she was young all haruko has ever known is to kill. as a young adult she’s given to rin to use as a tool and nothing more, but he wants more for her and dreams of showing her a life outside of the military. after the end of the great war and losing both arms, haruko is taken in by the nanase family and begins working as an auto memories doll at a postal company owned by makoto. it’s through writing letters for others that haruko slowly learns the meaning behind the words “i love you” and begins to better understand rin’s feelings as well as her own. debating if i want their reunion to follow the light novels or the movie, either way the two do end up together in the end. this one’s my personal favorite so i’d love to draw out some more stuff for it in the future! i’ve even gotten somewhat into floriography because of it and have a list of flowers to associate with each character for this au
#there’s also a pikmin au i wanna work on though that one is even less romance than the brba au 😅#i hope some of these sound at least a little interesting#thanks again for letting me go off about these dragon!! love you!!!#rinharu#凛遙#asks
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Kamui & Camu's Launch Day CN Message and Gift
Happy birthday to our two precious babies!!! 🎂🎉🎁🥳 I want to draw something for them, but sadly I can't bc busy with works😥 So instead, I tried to translate their message and gift!
(Again, please excuse my grammar and mistranslation if there's any, I've just started to learn mandarin😅)
Mission Notice!
Commandant, it’s been a long time! It’s the first time I’ve communicated with you like this….. What’s it called? “Mail”?
Whatever! It’s pretty much the same anyway, but the feeling of waiting for a response is quite refreshing.
The captain informed that there was a mission to assist the commandant alone, so I immediately took it! The thought of fighting alongside you, fills my body with power!
I’m already looking forward to it! No matter what the mission is, it was all fun with the commandant!
By the time you receive this message, I’m already on my way to the location! It’s time to show you how awesome I am after I’ve grown!
Hehe, see you later!
From: Kamui’s Mail No.1
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Commandant, I’m so happy!
So today’s "mission" was actually a surprise for my launch day! Although I have a little guess, I didn’t expect such a surprise!
And also, you guys’ gift for my launch day, I’ve really been wanting it for a long time! Someone must have seen my browsing history, who is it? Is it the captain? Wanshi? Or…. you, commandant?
I—will—-definitely won’t forget this day!
By the way, do you also have a surprise for Camu? I’m so excited to see how he’ll react! Hehe~
Oh, right, commandant, speaking of gifts, I also have something for you! Although I didn’t make it myself, it's one of my collections that I have treasured for a long time— The Great Sword of Courage! Isn’t it cool!
I’ve been wanting to pick a good time to give it to you sincerely, but it’s always at a bad time, so this time, I can finally take this opportunity to give it to you!
In the world of war, the constructs are warriors, and so are you. When we were charging ahead, Commandant is a warrior, trying your best to protect us from behind, and with that thought, it gave me courage to fight against the future.
Ahem…. Although it’s a bit strange to say thank you so formally, I still want to say thank you, Commandant. Not only for the launch day surprise you gave me today, but it’s also to thank you for protecting the world and us.
From: Kamui’s Mail No.2
Sword and Warrior
Attached with Kamui’s launch day letter, later will be stored in the Commandant’s secret corner.
A weapon that was used most often by the hero in the RPGs prevalent in the Golden Age, but this peripheral model was discontinued a long time ago, it’s something that Kamui himself treasures. The sword is engraved with a line: All in war with time.
He has given you his love, courage and faith along with this sword, without reservation.
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Hmm…. Ahem.
I knew such an event must be your idea, although Kamui and my launch day are on the same day, but unexpectedly that guy didn’t care that much about the date either.
Although I feel like he must be quite expecting some kind of surprise.
Ahem, I didn’t expect you to prepare a special dish for this event…. Even thought it looks stupid, it tastes pretty good, much better than what Chrome, Kamui, and Wanshi did.
Also….. Thank you for the cake you brought, the sweetness of the cream….. It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted it.
It’s been a while since we’ve gotten together like this, the occasional get-togethers like this don’t seem to be annoying as I originally thought.
Is it because I’ve been in this place too long that I've become weak, or is it something else? I can’t believe I feel the world is not so annoying….
Tsk, I originally ordered dinner, but since you ruined my plan, these cheap meals are for you, no need to thank me too much.
From: Camu’s Mail No.1
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———Don’t eat what was in that lunchbox!
Oi! Are you an idiot? How can you put anything in your stomach?!
Thankfully, I found out in time, or else I would have been court-martialed for “murdering a commandant”.
The lunchbox just now….. Ahem, you guys cook something to celebrate my launch day, so I don’t think cooking looks that complicated.
But…. that first box of fried rice burnt a little, I intended to throw it and buy some more, but I took the wrong lunch box…. Who knew that you would eat it!
Ahem, I don’t think you ate any of it so far. This time, I packed a lunch box with the Golden Egg and Hell Rice and Cheese Biscuits from the restaurant at the commercial district, something I had planned to eat tonight, and I already checked that it should be okay.
Is it just me? This launch day is a mess. But…. It feels like it’s coming together.
…..Well, after causing the trouble, it seems like there's going to be some "compensation" to make up for it?
There’s a new restaurant I want to try, so I’ll use you as a guinea pig. I’ve made dinner reservations for the next week, and I’ll be waiting for you there every day at dinner time.
See you tomorrow.
From: Camu’s Mail No.2
Lunch box
Attached with Camu’s launch day letter, later will be stored in the Commandant’s secret corner.
The lunchboxes distributed by Babylonia, unique and iconic with Camu’s secondary creation. The heat-insulating alloy material provides excellent insulation, the first layer of the lunchbox is crammed with a few cheese biscuits, the second layer was filled with Camu’s favorite Golden Eggs and Hell Rice, which indeed look like Camu had packed a dinner for himself. But if it’s true that Camu is preparing to eat it himself, why didn’t he add the double spice he always asked for?
Yes, Kamui's gift really said 'love'. It's literally written 热爱 which mean 'deep affection' or 'deep love'.
#punishing: gray raven#punishing gray raven#pgr#pgr cn#pgr kamui#pgr camu#!!!!!!!#look at that little camu sticker#you don't know how hard i squeal while translating this#fck i just want to give the world to them i love youuuuuuuuuu#orion shittalk
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Pastry Shop is open, what are they getting
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Sans!Zigvolt
Assorted but small.
He usually isn't motivated to get a specific treat, but he usually gets a small tray/bin of different treats for himself and Yuu to try.
"Neh, I should charge you for this, Yuu." He chuckled, muching on his small Ma'amoul. "But, I'll let it roll off the tab this time."
Yuu groaned. "Not funny."
"Yeast (Yes), I am." He pronouncing the Yeast weirdly causing Yuu to groan at him.
"I am once again asking you to stop." Yuu pouted.
Ingo!Vanrouge
Not applicable
He's the assistant of the pastry chef, so he's tried just about everything in the shop.
"Ah, thank you for giving me some to take to the others! I know they'll love this!" The assistant told the chef who laughed at his outburst.
"You spoiled them rotten." The chef said with a shake of his head.
"They deserved it!" The latter said, carrying the package of treats back to NRC.
Crowley!(Name)
Cannolis
He just loves them and doesn't share unless Yuu hasn't eaten anything due to his dad's incompetence.
"May I have one?" Grimm asked, watching the latter slowly chewed the cannolis.
"No." He said bluntly. "And, don't try to use Yuu as excuse either."
"NEH?! I would never!" Grimm protested.
'X to doubt.' The latter thought.
Che'nya!(Name)
Cream Horns
He doesn't buy, but "steals" it from the shop. By steal, he doesn't know that Ingo!Vanrouge often pays for his cream horns before he leaves for NRC.
"What do you have there?" The pastry chef stopped him.
"Just a little gift, little chef......" He held up two fingers in a peace sign and disappeared in trace of blue smoke with his "stolen" goods.
"Hehe, I wonder if I should tell him that Vanrouge-senpai already paid for him. Maybe next time." The chef chuckled at latter's disappearing act.
EVOL!Schoenheit
Gulab jamun
He's been all over the Twisted Wonderland, finding different fabrics and got addicted to these. He honestly didn't think the pastry chef knew how to make them, but was surprised when he did.
"I didn't think he did deliveries." The latter was making another cosplay from a request by a person named Yuu who requested something odd. "Well, back to figuring how to make this "Childe" cosplay." He glanced back at the drawing Yuu sent him before popping the treat into his mouth.
Bodyguard!Al-Asim
Cronut
He actually heard about the treat from Yuu and asked the pastry chef if he knew how to make it.
"It's delicious, thank you for getting this for me." The latter mumbled shyly, eating the sugary treat and holding the bag that was filled with the rest.
"Always happy to see you enjoy yourself!" Ingo!Vanrouge told him with a small smile. "Let us know if you have any other requests." He gave the latter a pat on the head causing the latter to look a bit flustered and looked away awkwardly.
waaa pastry hcs <333 (hc that lil clover opens one up don't @ me)
yes yes sans!zigvolt being the one to just grab whatever bc they wanna share with friends :DD same with ingo!vanrouge! just a lil bunch of traumatized babies taking care of other traumatized babies
crowley!(name) indulging in their cannolis and only sparing them for yuu bc they share a distaste for their father (caretaker/boss in yuu's case)
i think it'd be funny if che'nya!(name) knew that the sweets were paid for but just pretends they don't? idk just a funny lil reverse thinking going on with the cat <3
evol!schoenheit being a lil recluse hehe. just wanna enjoy their lil pastries in peace <33
hnggh bodyguard!asim is probably really iffy on sweets being handed out bc possible poisonings but will not hesitate to eat them just bc they'd rather be poisoned than their family :((
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Hi Miru! I really love the way your Audrey is so open to people. You draw her being friends with other OCs but. Is there any possibility of her not being able to like someone??? I was just wondering and it seems impossible xD
P.S. She's soooo cute when she makes new friends hehe <3
You're so sweet, thank you for the ask and nice comments! ;w; ♥
My Audrey used to be very introverted, but over the years has become more outgoing as the apocalypse allowed her to make new friends as well as new experiences. And now she has no problem meeting people and interacting with them! :3 There's always something to learn from every person and she tends to see the good in others. And the actual close friends she makes are cherished deeply because she never knows if this will be the last time she'll ever see them again.
And so, because of living through so many dangers and the nature of her lifestyle, she's not going to want to spend her time interacting with people she doesn't like, and as a consequence I don't get to draw her often interacting with people she doesn't like xD!! So that's why you don't see it that much in public.
But there are definitely people she hates (e.g. those who are out to harm others), people she doesn't get along with (e.g. those who are devoid of empathy), and people who can frustrate her (e.g. stubborn people, self-deprecating people). And I've rped all those interactions before!
And off the top of my head here are some negative interactions I've drawn:
-anon assassin [link]
-dealing with depressed/insecure oncelers [link]
-Auntie Miru [link] —that's me! I'm a very loving aunt, and she finds it overbearing, but she tolerates my hugs and kisses because I always give her a lot of good food and other gifts and supplies ♥
-There are several villains and evil beings in Beach AU who have tried to kill her or her friends, so you can peruse the tag here [link] (tw violence)
-Bean [link]—she LOVES her friend Bean and would do anything for him, BUT they are both very stubborn people and end up bickering once in a while XD They support each other's happiness no matter what though and they look out for each other. I love their dynamic. ;__; <3
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Well this got long HAHA thanks for reading and thanks again for the ask and the excuse to talk abt my gurl!!
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ch2 part two
Two days later and they're trying to tell me there's a demon now.
"Pff ok dipper what do they look like?" I say. He pulls out a book and quickly flips through pages.
"This." He shows me a page with a triangle with an eye, limbs, a bow tie and top hat.
"Oh a fancy illuminati…fun. Glad you guys still have sharp imaginations. Haha." I say. Dipper gives me a straight face through this.
"Dipper come on you're the brainy one. You know this is silly right?"
"No, I'm serious!"
"Oh ya, then I have powers." I say as I lean on the register.
"Uhg I know what I saw."
"Ok ok." I grab a sucker and take the wrapper off and put it in my mouth."Ok say there is a demon. What do we do about it huh?" I say, then Dipper thinks for a moment.
"I umm don't know." He says as he looks down. I look at the time.
"It's late bud. You can tell me about your demon tomorrow. We'll work something out."
"Wait really!" He said excitedly.
"Yep night." I go to my room and sleep.
~dream sequence bc I'm cringe~
I open my eyes and I see my toys floating.
"What the." I let them down. I look down I'm still my grown adult size but I'm on my old room with my old toys that' looked new may I add. I stand up and walk over to the door and open it without touching it. I walk out and look around. There are trees with doors.
"Nice, a forest in my head."
"Well, well well well you've grown a lot." An echo-like voice called out. I look around.
"Hey who is that this is my head." I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look behind me. There is a tall man with a tophat on his half black half yellow hair. He has a triangular eyepatch on one eye and the other is yellow with a cat-like pupil. He had a black polo shirt with a beige trench coat that had a black brick design at the bottom but faded as it went up. There were also black dress pants and shoes."Umm hi" I said. "Do I know you?"
"No not quite, but I know you." He smiles and his teeth looked like pointy grass kids draw of they were white.
"That's totally not creepy."
"Ok well I was your dad's friend. Before you where born."
"Oh ok and you are?"
"Oh right, bill cipher." He reached a hand out and I gently shook it."Anyways, I wanted to tell you that there's no need to thank me for keeping you safe."
"What?"
"What? you think you went to a safe dimension by chance? No I put you there, there's somethings I wanted to do that requires you alive but I'm not allowed to possess you."
"Excuse me, what? Are you some demon?" I look at him jokingly but to my surprise he said
"yes." with a straight face.
"Oh your serious. Ok that's how you're here. Ummm. Ok can I ask why you can't possess me. Are you not strong enough?." I slightly mock him.
"No kid, I made a deal with your dad."
"I'm not a kid, I'm 18 and what deal are we talking about here."
"We'll I can't possess you, your mom or Ford but I get to give one of you powers. Helps me find you."
"Wait me."
"Oh ya that memory of you making your toys float, that was real."
"Woah ok so what other powers do I have."
"At this point I'm time you probably have teleportation and flying along with the telekinesis you had before. Oh I gotta go see you again kid. Remember Reality Is An Illusion the universe is a hologram, buy gold bye."
"I'm not a-."
~End of dream lol~
I woke up. "Kid." Huh? That was weird. I go to the kitchen.
"Guys look I made a Mabel punch." I look down as she holds up her pink punch, which I assume has edible glitter but also…rubber…toys.
"And I'm the weird one."
"Yep." Dipper said. "Ok dipper I have news. So umm your demon's real and I have powers."
"Ha what."
"We'll Yesterday it was a joke today I'm serious. Let me look at that book Yada Yada don't summon. Oh ya who summoned him in the first place?"
"Gideon."
"Makes sense. I don't see a stop here." "I'll keep looking." Dipper says I hand him the book. I shrug and go out for another walk. I end up sitting on a log. I look over at a stick. I point at it and it floats. I then ram it into a tree and watch it brake. Hehe.
Uhg Tumblr is being anoing part 3 is no wait. Not exact photo but close.
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Haii! Can I request a oneshot of a adepti reader having unresolved sexual tensions with Zhongli? like the reader visits him at the parlor only to confront him about his death and the gnosis then they have rough/angry sex hehe can it also be fluff at the end? hehe sorry if its a bit confusing thank u in advance tho and have a great day! 💖
Note: no need to be sorry, anon! 💖 This was quite fun to write. I'm making the reader gender neutral since it's not mentioned. Enjoy!
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take me whole
Characters: Zhongli x Adeptus GN!reader
Genre: smut/NSFW, established relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, penetration (reader receiving), cussing, fingering, biting, size kink, breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation (contains spoiler of Liyue's archon quest)
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The sun began to depart. Orange and purple hues that adorned the sky will soon dissipate when night settles in. It was already closing time for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. After Zhongli finished his delegated duties, he got ready to leave for the day.
Zhongli shuts the door behind him. As he was about to turn around, your hands slammed beside him, confining him in between. Turning fully to look at you, he donned a calm demeanor as usual. Your eyes, practically seething with anger, stared back at his gentle eyes, "How could you do this without discussing it with any of us?"
Crashing both your fists on his chest and throwing a petulant tantrum, your eyes began to flood with tears. Lowering your gaze to deter Zhongli from seeing them, "Did you think we- I wouldn't be worried? When I heard about your death, my mind went deranged. And your gnosis? What were you thinking of giving it away like a free gift?!" Your fist drums in frustration, trying to pursue after the rhythm of your ramble.
Zhongli reached out to catch your wrists, causing you to flinch and trying to wriggle them away. His gloved fingers slid up to meet yours and lacing them together, "I must honor my contract with the Tsaritsa."
"Cut the bullshit. You're just making an excuse. You're nothing but a coward." Glaring at him, you knew it was irrational to have your anger influence you when he had his reasons. But your turmoil continues to accumulate. You needed something or someone to condemn it all on. Bearing so much exasperation caused your mind to be hazy, you failed to notice that your tears began to scatter.
Zhongli leaned down, kissing away your beads of tears like they were so precious to him. He then lowered to give you a proper kiss, having you taste the lingering saltiness from your tears. He pulled away, "Have you had enough and calmed down, love?"
Grabbing his hand, your feet tread heavily to the side of the building engulfed by shadows as night descends, dragging Zhongli along with, "You're going to have to give me more than that to make up for what you've done."
You wasted no time. After pushing him back to the wall, you stripped away your lower garment to display your eager sex that desperately pleaded for Zhongli. As you pulled down the latter's pants, "In public? Are you sure?" Zhongli placed his hand on your shoulder.
Propping one of your legs up beside his hip, you seized his cock to align it with your throbbing mess, "Shut up." You hissed as you pressed the tip up your entrance without proper preparation.
Your yearning outweighs any patience left in you to wait any longer. Jolts of pain shot up your body as your entrance strived to cater for something that large. Tears welled up again, both due to the discomfort and your neediness.
Zhongli sighs as he could no longer watch. After he helped your leg down back to the ground, he bit the end of his glove to slip it off, "Turn around for me."
You did as told, huffing that you even took orders from him. Zhongli's arm made its way around your waist to hold you firmly as you feel him lean closer, breath brushing your neck. His fingers roamed around your aching hole before inserting two in, "You should have patience. That would make the experience more pleasant for the both of us."
"Don't tell me what to do- ahh!" A gasp of pleasure is induced from you when his finger hits a favorable spot. It finally registered in your head that you stood on the streets of Liyue Harbor half-naked. Embarrassment settled in, having your hands hover to your mouth to push back the noises.
Zhongli's harden cock grinds against the back of your thigh as his fingers tortured your sensitive hole, spreading his fingers apart to loosen it up. He removed your hands away from your face, "Why are you suddenly shy now, hmm?" His low voice grumbles, sending your body shivering in anticipation. You knew he wants this as much as you do.
Your words integrated with moans that you tried to overcome, "Who said I'm-" Zhongli hindered you with his other fingers shoved into your mouth, retaining them broad open, "Then let people hear."
Before you could protest, Zhongli withdrew out his fingers from your hole before he bent you over to load you up with his erection without granting you a moment to accommodate. Whining as his full length railed into you, your lower half contradicted by clenching tightly around his girth. As pain harmonized with pleasure washing over you, gritting your teeth resulted in sinking them into his fingers instead.
As you occasionally sucked on his fingers, Zhongli worked his way to accelerate his thrusts. Your muffled moans and saliva drenched them. Zhongli groans, "Mm, you feel so good." His amber orbs glowed dimly in the dark as he watched his cock glistening with your wet arousal each time he moved in and out.
Your back arched, panting out obscene sounds and producing squelches every time he ramps his huge cock strenuously into you. Incoherently, you wailed out your frustration, "I.. hate you!" Cheeks stained with your tears.
You hear Zhongli heave a sigh of contentment behind you, "I love you."
Feeling your stomach churn with pleasure and hearing his words, your voice gradually amplified in volume, no longer caring if any citizens passing by could overhear how dirty you are, "I said, ngh, I hate you."
"Haa, your body disagrees." Your reaction was a trigger for him to exert more force in his thrusts, baring himself from any constraints of holding back.
Your body jerked forward, nails jabbing into his arm, "Wait! T-too much!" You lolled out your tongue, only able to afford for your body to convulse and succumb your whole being to Zhongli, "Fuck! I can't-"
Zhongli pressed kisses on your nape, lapping away the film of sweat and leaving harsh bites to imprint your skin, "Yes, you can."
Nearing climax, your body trembles uncontrollably with honest mewls making their way to Zhongli's ears. He was catching up as well, feeling his thrusts growing sloppy.
Grunting, he kept his cock burrowed deep in you as he ejaculated, presenting his seed inside you. Your eyes rolled back, body going through a series of spasms with the sensation of his semen warming and saturating you to the brim. His cum leaked, trickling down in between your quivering legs.
Zhongli squeezed your body lovingly with both arms, continuing to thrust into you with a fervent pace even after the both of you came, hoping to plunge his seed further inside you, "I love you." He repeats earnestly. Your body turned restless with your voice becoming hoarse, "E-enough..."
"I thought you wanted more? I'm giving you what you want until you forgive me." Zhongli had you face him by drawing your chin gently.
"Enough already, idiot. I don't actually hate you... I'm sorry." Your confidence and voice drop. Averting your gaze, your lips tightened together when he stared at you.
Giving a fond smile, he gave you a quick peck, "What say you, we continue this back at home?"
Kissing back, "Only if you promise to take care of me later on."
#zhongli x reader#zhongli genshin impact#zhongli smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin imagines#genshin impact smut
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(About the brother!atsushi) aRE YOU READING MY MIND MISS?! Because that has been on my mind for MONTHS. TYSM For writing it was amazing!! If you don't mind, may I request (if requests are open) atsushi, still an older brother, but with a sister that's 10-13 yrs old? It's totally fine if you don't wanna do it. Keep up the good stories, ily mwuah!
*sobs* you’re so kind thank youu 🤧🤧
i wrote this a bit differently i hope that’s okay anon! at first i planned for this to be mainly abt atsushi and the reader, but i decided to add in relationship hcs with the agency bc i ran out of ideas
if you guys liked this don’t worry! im planning a special part two for this one so be the look out for it hehe
atsushi with a tween! sister
ft. the armed detective agency
like in my baby sister hcs, you’re still the most important thing to him period
the two of you got picked up by dazai and kunikida when he was 18 (obviously) and when you were 12
for a 12 year old, you were a bit small bc of malnourishment (which makes atsushi feel so bad) so both dazai and kunikida thought you were a bit younger than you actually were
they assumed you were about 9-10ish
you and atsushi both share a favorite food !! chazuke :)
so when kunikida treated the two of you, he made sure you got more bowls bc like i mentioned above, he feels really bad that you were malnourished and under weight
(don’t bring this up but kunikida felt bad too hehe)
when dazai went with your brother to the warehouse, you were with kunikida
imagine the surprise of the other ada members when kunikida came in with a little girl dressed in rags that popped out from behind him
kenji was the one who vocalized his thoughts
“kunikida-san you have a daughter?! wow! i didn’t know that! :D”
when you found out your brother was a tiger, you were a bit concerned but you were actually kind of excited
you were even more excited when you found out the two of you were going to be taken in by the agency
anything was better than the stupid orphanage
and besides!
you got a tiger for an older brother and a bunch of other super powered agents to take care of you! who could want anything else?
at your age, you’re very impressionable and can be influenced easily so atsushi makes sure to teach you more in depth of good morals and the importance of kindness
his heart swells with pride and relief when he catches you being kind to others
pride bc he’s proud that even after all the two of you have gone through, you still ended up being a good kid and having a bright view of the world
and relief bc he hasn’t failed as a big brother
pfftt like he could ever fail
but please, from time to time reassure him that he’s perfect and the only big brother that you’d ever want bc he rlly needs that kind of validation
with his salary and savings, he tries to buy nice things for you
what a sweetheart 🥺
he saw you eyeing that one dress at a store window? fast forward abt a week and half and it’s inside a pretty gift bag for you
you wanted to try that dessert from the nice bakery? that’s dessert after dinner at one point
but other than buying you things, he sets money aside for you
like all the time
(y/n), here have this, you might need it”
“but nii-san you just gave me—”
“take it”
#1 spoiler
also your #1 confidant and source of physical affection
you tell him anything and everything (except crushies and those kinds of things)
atsushi loves it when you talk abt your day and he can see the big smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes
it gives him the strength to keep going 😖😖
the two of you aren’t as touch starved as you’d probably think, but that’s only bc the two of you had each other
in your opinion, no one can match the hugs of your big brother
and it got even better bc YAYY he has tiger arms now ٩(◕‿◕)۶
if you ask, he’d carry you around too hehe
you also get nightmares quite often so he’ll always be there ready to calm you down, talk if you need to, and rock you back to sleep
god i love him 🤧🤧
atsushi will do everything in his power to protect you and make sure you get to grow up happy, supported, and loved
port mafia attack? oop he’s already taking you to the nearest escape route
someone is starting to harass you? they just got suckered punched into the next week
you want to go out to have some fun? he’ll go ask the president for a day off
you’re not feeling well? he’ll take another day off and take care of you
whatever you want to do, he’ll do it with you! (as long as it’s within reason)
will always be your #1 supporter! and he’s the president of your fan club hehe
he loves you so so much and will do anything for you; your life and happiness will always be more important to him
you are his reason to keep going
agency head canons !!
atsushi is your big brother, but kunikida is most definitely some sort of father figure
everyone can see it
except kunikida of course
kunikida scolds you lightly if he thinks your manners need work or if you make a mess in the agency
you listen to him of course and in turn as some sort of a reward, he’ll give you pieces of stationary
he always gives you the nice, good quality kind and you’re over the moon
atsushi adores it when you come running to him showing your new notebook or fountain pen and blabbering what you’re going to do with it
sometimes it isn’t even as a reward for being a good child; he’ll just give it to you and he’ll say smth like “i noticed you’ve used up your last notebook quite quickly, so here’s another one” or “did you run out of ink? here have this then”
he usually has a soft spot for children in general, but he most definitely has a soft spot (or a thousand) for you
yosano is kind of like a motherly figure to you
she gives you the guidance a mother should and goes on shopping trips with you!
atsushi always gets dragged along by you, but he thinks it’s worth it seeing you look so happy
yosano being a doctor also tries to teach the things you should know, or things that would be helpful to you
she’ll teach you the basics of cooking, sewing, how to treat a cold/fever, etc
also gives you excellent advice 1000% of the time
“remember (y/n)-chan if someone hurts you come tell me and then i’ll chop them into—”
“yOSANO-SENSEI DONT TELL HER THAT—”
fukuzawa is like a father to most in the agency but you see him more as a grandfather figure
bi weekly tea and gossip sessions hehe
along with cat talk!
most of the time though, it’s just you talking and him listening to you, but the two of you enjoy it nonetheless
“and then kunikida-san ended up crashing into a pole and dazai-san started to laugh at him and i did too because it was really funny but we ended up getting scolded—”
“hmm i see...”
he’ll let you stay in his office as he fills out paperwork; you’re usually doodling or drawing in your notebooks
sometimes he’ll meditate and you’ll join him, but 4/7 times you’d fall asleep
you always wake up with a blanket over you
dazai is like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle
frequently takes you out with him when he ditches work
walks in the park, eating at uzumaki so he has the excuse of treating you so he doesn’t have to pay his tab avoiding kunikida and sometimes chuuya and akutagawa, all that fun stuff
also tries to not talk abt suicide in front of you especially if it’s just the two of you alone
he knows that you mean the world to his pupil and that said pupil would probably hate him for putting suicide inside your brain
he teaches you random but useful things like how to pick a lock, how to steal kunikida’s notebook if you’re looking for some information, how to sweet talk your way out of things, etc.
is also the one to tell you that if you ever get a significant other to introduce them to the agency first
he always wants all of your gossip; some of them work pretty well for blackmail
“dazai-san! dazai-san! did you know that kunikida-san lost his glasses and he was looking for them for nearly an hour when he was just holding them the entire time??”
“woah really (y/n)-chan?! hey hey can you say it again into this recording device so kunikida-kun would believe me when i tell him—”
always ends up giving kunikida a heart attack when he says that you’ve been with him all day
ranpo is also like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle
will share some of his snacks, but don’t push it or you might not get anything at all
loves it when you compliment him
if you tagged along with him and your brother on a case, he will show off to impress you
“...and that’s how the crime happened”
“UWAHH RANPO-SAN YOU’RE SO COOL”
atsushi is lowkey and kunikida is highkey stressed that ranpo’s eating habits will rub off on you
“ne (y/n)-chan do you wanna try this highly caffeinated drink and this concerning amount of sugar filled snack?”
“can i really?!”
“rANPO-SAN NO—”
ranpo definitely does stuff like that on purpose
the tanizakis are like siblings to you!
a weird set of siblings but siblings nonetheless
the two of them adore you and think you’re precious
atsushi definitely knows how to do your hair whether it’s long or short but he got even better at it when he asked the two
hehe braid trains are definitely a thing + kyouka and kenji (and maybe even dazai)
sometimes you have sibling swap days
you’re with junichiro for most of the day and atsushi is with naomi
strange i know
each of the tanizaki siblings try to make it fun bc they know that the two of you did not at all have a happy upbringing
junichiro likes spending time with you by taking you out to different places that naomi likes to frequent
like the mall, different stores and restaurants, the park, places like those
naomi does the same thing with atsushi so if you ever bump into them, you go out and eat together :)
besides atsushi, the next one in line who spoils you the most would be junichiro (and yosano & kunikida both coming in at a close third)
he honestly can’t help it; you remind him of how naomi was when she was younger
and besides
he’s always been a sucker when it came to the happiness of a little sister
“would you really buy this for me junichiro-san?!”
“of course! don’t worry about it” :)
wanna talk abt boys/girls/celebrity crushes things like that? naomi is your girl
you feel a bit embarrassed to go talking to yosano or your brother abt that and kyouka does not know a thing abt them either
“uwahh naomi-san look at all these people in this magazine! they look so good!”
“right?! but of course onii-sama is still the best—”
you get along with kenji and kyouka quite nicely being roughly the same age as them; they’re also like siblings!
just pure, wholesome vibes from the three of you
you’re over the moon when she finds out that kyouka is staying with you and your brother
atsushi is twice as happy seeing you talk your mouth off and finally having a girl around your age to talk to
“do you think demon snow can change how she looks?”
“hmm... im not sure...”
you and kenji talk abt anything and everything
he even teaches you how to take care of plants!
sometimes the two of you are kind of in the same boat bc you don’t know much abt yokohoma being stuck in the orphanage and kenji doesn’t know much abt cities in general
“wait where are we again kenji-san?”
“ah we’re close to the ports! but im not really sure how close because i don’t know what the symbols on this sign mean”
“don’t worry! neither do i!”
bonus things!
yosano was kind of too late teaching you abt you know what
“NII-SAN IM BLEEDING IN BETWEEN MY LEGS”
you’re sobbing in the agency’s bathroom and atsushi is panicking trying to get you to open the door
“Y/N?! H-HOLD ON LET ME GET YOSANO SENSEI”
ranpo overhears and cackles making everyone around him confused
suddenly atsushi bursts in the agency basically on the verge of tears rambling incoherent sentences abt the bathroom, you, and blood
it just clicked for everybody in the room
(im going to pretend that kenji has sisters back home so that atsushi is the only one who remain oblivious here hehe)
atsushi is genuinely confused and sort of concerned that no one is freaking out with him
yosano waves her hand saying smth like that she’d take care of it and junichiro pulls atsushi to the side to talk to him
fast forward like half and hour and dazai and ranpo are cackling on the looks of both of your faces
honestly not sure who’s more traumatized, you or your brother
“why does this have to happen” :(
“ne ne (y/n)-chan!~ you’re too young but at some point you’re not going to have it!”
“uwahh really dazai-san?” :D
“yeah! but first you have to have ANFK—”
next thing you know your ears are being covered by your brother and dazai is thrown across the room by kunikida
you know
the normal
you’re twelve and have never gone to school, but the agency takes care of that
it’s too dangerous to go to school so they teach you what’s necessary and whatever else they can
kunikida takes care of math (obviously)
yosano takes care of science/biology/anatomy/health (whatever you wanna call it)
ranpo even dragged poe to help you with english
atsushi even got lucy to help you out with english too!
as tanizaki and naomi used to be students, they give you their old work books and they try to teach you all the other subjects
sometimes kyouka and kenji are there learing with you too!
sorry if there’s some errors! i’ll read through it again later :)
and as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3
writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is there for a reason
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All I Have To Do Is Dream
Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)
Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all.
Author’s note: I know I’ve been gone for so long, I’m sorry!! I loved these requests and decided to merge them together. Took a while to write, I haven’t had much inspiration. I’ll keep this short and hope you enjoy this!! Let me know what you think!
Requests: hi!! first of all i adore your writing (esp. betrayal)!! id willingly chop two of my limbs in exchange of ur writing skills hahah!! can you maybe write a oneshot similar to take my breath away, and the reader and steve are dating, but they’re actually in steve’s dream(like in age of ultron) and she is sad that steve’s still hasn’t moved on from peggy?? and can you make it extra angsty?? sorry if this is too much hehe!! thanks btw :))
Hmmm maybe angst w/ Steve or Bucky where a misunderstanding/bad fight leads to the reader leaving the team?
“Damn it, Steve! Would you just listen? Where the hell are you even going?” your voice boomed around your small apartment as you breathed harshly, trying your best not to pull your hair out of frustration.
At first, it had all been just petty disagreements, you and Steve letting off some steam after the snap happened. You had thought it was normal at the time, a coping mechanism that needed to be flushed out of your systems never expecting that it would last for as long as it has. Five freakin’ years. By now, you would’ve thought you’d realize how lucky you were to still be alive, to still be together while others couldn’t say the same. And yet...
“Geez, Y/N. I am! For the past 30 minutes! And I’m telling you now what I’ve told you from the start, I am not ready! You gotta give me more time, doll.” He replied, his voice just a tad calmer than yours but you didn’t miss the tick in his jaw as he walked out of your shared room, shrugging into his jacket. You knew his anger was just brewing inside, ready to attack if you pushed just a little bit harder. After countless back-and-forths, this had become a routine between the two of you with Steve always taking the role of the aggrieved party, ending arguments with an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes before he walked away, deciding he had something better to do with his precious time than fight with you. While you, on the other hand, always found that more infuriating, making you impatient and mean, baiting and nagging him until you wouldn’t even recognize the shrill and whine to your own voice.
“And when would that even be? It’s been five years since the snap. When will—”
“Don’t you dare bring that up!” his voice rose, eyes glaring at you as he whirled around, his jaw clenched. “Don’t use that excuse on me, you know damned well I know it. Why do you think I chose to move on and be with you instead of helping Nat bring them all back, hmm?” He continued mockingly as if you were stupid enough not to understand.
This was it, what all your petty arguments had narrowed down into;
Despite what he said, he still wasn’t ready to settle down.
“But what the hell are we doing now, Steve? We’re not getting any younger! I want to have kids, a family, with you!” You knew you sounded pathetic, and desperate all at the same time but you couldn’t help but continue, the pretty picture already clouding your brain,
“Can’t you see it? Having children of our own, their drawings hung up on the walls, the dog you’ve been wanting to have since forever running around the house, family barbecues...” your voice trailed off, a lump forming in your throat, your eyes glazing over with unshed tears. It was all within your grasp, so easily reachable if only Steve agreed with you. If only he wanted it too. Anger bubbled up to the surface while he bristled, looking annoyed.
“We can have all of that, you know. What are you even waiting for? Will you ever be ready? Because it really feels like you won’t and I’m the only one who actually wants this,” You were unrelenting, thinking of Tony Stark’s family, how they had gone off the grid and had their own little piece of heaven. Crossing your arms, you knew you wouldn’t achieve anything by becoming a nag but your patience was already wearing thin.
“Jesus, Y/N! Why would you even say that? Of course I want a family with you! I’m just not ready for that yet! Just give me more time,”
Shaking your head, you let out a defeated sigh and looked away from him. You could hear him grabbing the keys from the counter, exhaling loudly before he went up to you and ran his hands down your arms soothingly, willing you to understand. When you didn’t budge, he just pleaded as he always had,
“I love you, you know I love you. But I need to get to this meeting, those people need me, Y/N. Could we please just talk about this later?” He moved his head lower to meet your eyes and even in your state of anger, you knew you couldn’t say no to that. He took your begrudged nod as an assent, kissing your forehead before he turned to leave. What else were you going to say anyway? He was going to lead a therapy session for people who had lost their loved ones. Guilt ate at you for keeping him here when he so desperately wanted to save the world. People needed him too, not just you. They hung on his every word. They needed their Captain America, their symbol of hope. While, here you were, acting like a child because he wouldn’t let you have your way.
Letting out another sigh, your gaze stuck to the floor, berating yourself at how selfish you’d become. You knew what you were getting into when you dated him. You had no illusions of being the center of his universe, it was always going to be the people. But still, it would’ve been nice to be put first for once. You hated the tandem feelings of jealousy and guilt that always crept up on you after your fights. You just wished he understood that while those people needed their hero, you needed your Steve too. But as time passed, it seemed like the man and the hero were indistinguishable and you’d been deluding yourself into thinking it could be different. You’d just have to accept that too because living without him wouldn’t even be an option.
He paused by the door, catching sight of your slumped shoulders. “Hey,” he said softly, striding back to you.
“You know I love you, right?” he stroked your cheeks and you couldn’t help the turn of your lips. Nodding slowly, you rolled your eyes at how easy you were for him.
“I know. I’m sorry,”
Ducking down to give you a quick peck on the lips, he reassured you again, “We’ll talk about this later, I promise,” then he gave you one last kiss to your forehead before he disappeared. But what once would’ve eased your worries did nothing to quell your nerves now. Your heart believed everything was alright but your gut said otherwise.
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He looked down at the worn, brassy compass in his palm, his mind years away from where he was, unaware that you were standing by the door. You watched his shoulders relax into a defeated sigh, his eyes never leaving her picture. You couldn’t remember when he ever looked at you like that, all the love and longing etched on his face. He brought his other hand up to caress the picture gently, as if he actually imagined she was with him, a small, sad smile forming on his lips. You felt the air knock right out of you while you scrambled out of there feeling as if you’ve intruded on an intimate moment. You couldn’t help the tears falling from your eyes while you convinced yourself it was nothing. He had just lost his best friends, she was a symbol of his past. He just missed that right?
You paced around the kitchen, your mind running back to the times you’ve caught him staring at Peggy’s picture. All those times you pretended you didn’t notice how frequently he had been doing it these past few years. His voice, an echo in your head,
“I’m not ready, just give me more time doll, please,”
Closing your eyes, you buried your face in your hands. Oh, it would be so easy, you thought. All you had to do was get into his mind and see for yourself. One little, fast trip into his thoughts and you’d get your answers. He’d be none the wiser, no one need ever know except you. And your dignity, and your pride and your principles. Ugh.
He trusted you, you promised never to use your powers on him and yet, that was all you could ever think about now. Did he think of her when he thought of the family he wanted? Was it her face he saw, walking down the aisle to him?
For the first time in your life, you hated your upbringing at the Xavier Institute. You hated the values and principles they instilled in you, the very reason you were adamant not to use your powers on the unwilling and unsuspecting for your own personal gain even though you were going crazy, craving for your own peace of mind. Deep down you knew, promise to Steve or no, you couldn’t go through with it.
You looked at the clock, thirty minutes to go before his meeting ended. Grabbing your coat from the rack, you impulsively decided to go to him, promising yourself you weren’t going to nag and argue with him but have a normal conversation like you used to. You haven’t had a date in a long while anyway. Maybe a little spark of romance was all you really needed.
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Your steps echoed on the linoleum floor, walking past the empty hall to follow the directions to the room where the meeting took place. Rubbing your palms together, you spotted the room. The fluorescent lights hanging above casting a lonely pallor to the already gray walls while the rain poured heavily outside. The gloom, an inevitable reminder of what the world has become. It seemed everywhere people went, there was always a reminder of what they’ve lost. Even on an otherwise unblemished sunny day, the vibrancy was not the same, people were scarce and it was quiet. Too quiet. Which was why you were so adamant to continue on living, in order to honor the lives of the people you’ve lost.
You could hear their faint voices outside the room. Your heart going out to those poor people who still held onto the past while you thanked your lucky stars you still had Steve.You fished for your earphones in your purse trying not to eavesdrop but his clear and deep voice interrupted you. Leaning against the wall opposite the door, you listened, a smile tugging on your lips while he commended the other person. He was always so good with words, always knew the right things to say and that never failed to make you proud. His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, making you stand a little taller, hope blossoming in the pit of your stomach. He talked about moving on, about finding purpose again.
“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,”
Your whole body went cold, the smile on your lips faltering, your hands suddenly gripping the edge of your blouse while his disheartened voice continued to try to reassure everyone including himself,
“I woke up 70 years later, you gotta move on. You gotta move on,”
With a hand to your lips, you ran, your rapid, staccato steps filling the hall barely even muffling the sobs you desperately tried to hide.
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Steve didn’t bother coming home straightaway after the meeting. He told himself it was because he needed to check up on Nat despite the fact that he could’ve easily just called, despite knowing you were all supposed to meet for dinner in a few days anyway. He took his time getting to the Avengers Compound, embracing the uncharacteristic quietness of the city, giving him the chance to be alone with his thoughts. If he were being honest with himself, he couldn’t shake off the guilt that settled at the pit of his stomach at the thought of Peggy. The love of his life. Apparently, anyway. He had no idea where that came from, never really thought of it until it slipped from his mouth. And did he really feel that way? Was she really the love of his life?
The thought of you came unbidden from his mind, your warm smile waking him up in the morning, your laughter setting the world to rights whenever he was feeling especially out of place. You’ve been through so much together, what you both had was real and it was beyond anything he could’ve imagined when he woke up from the ice and he knew he should take it a step further. He loves you, he is fully committed to you. There was nothing holding him back and yet… and yet, he still thought of her. He couldn’t help but think that if he had only stayed where he really was supposed to be, Peggy would’ve been the mother to his children, she would’ve been his wife. She would’ve been his life’s true love. But the very thought of that put a sour taste to his mouth, the truth was he could never picture his life without you. As much as he still dreamt of the past, how could it be the same if you weren’t there?
At first he thought falling in love with you was a balm to soothe his lost soul until he eventually realized you had crept up on him slowly but in a span of a heartbeat, wormed your way into his heart so suddenly he couldn’t even pinpoint the exact moment he knew he loved you. It was plain and simple, he knew it as he knew the sun rose in the east, he loved you. It was so unlike the way he fell for Peggy where all it took was one look and he was already drunk in love.
Was it possible then, to be in love with two women?
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You were already in bed when Steve got home, feigning tiredness from the day when your heart was really beating rapidly in your chest. How could you face him now knowing you were second best? You could hear him in the bathroom, oblivious to your inner turmoil. When he was done, he gave you a quick kiss goodnight and went to his side of the bed, his back to you. You turned to face the wide expanse of his shoulders and wondered where the hell do you go from here. Would you really be alright living in the shadow of his ex, one of the world’s most accomplished women, so extraordinary that Captain America couldn’t even move on from her? Could you really leave him if it came down to it?
A tear escaped the corner of your eye and you laid on your back, the darkness of the ceiling reflecting the heaviness in your heart. You must’ve stared at it for hours, wondering just how far away you were from the man right at your side. He was with you physically but his heart? You always knew deep down, it belonged to someone else. If he had a choice to go back, would he leave you? With the way things were going, you knew he would. In an instant. There was always a part of him that he closed off from you and ever since the snap, it only worsened. The fights, the distance, it all made sense now. Heck, even tonight, he didn’t even bother to ask how you were doing and accepted your lame excuse to get to bed early. It was the weekend, you literally had nothing to do the whole day and yet, it never even occurred to him that something could be wrong. For once, you were sorely tempted to use your powers on him. Hearing his even breathing as he slept didn’t make it any easier. It would be over before he knew it, what would be the harm in that?
As if on cue, he turned and faced you. His long lashes resting peacefully on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, he looked like a man who didn’t carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked younger, more like your Steve. The Steve you wished would let you in and give you the family you’ve always wanted.
“Just a quick little trip, no one would ever know. What would be the harm in that?” the little voice in the back of your head taunted.
What would be the harm in that?
With your resolve weakening, you jumped right into the abyss, entering the mind of the man of your dreams, hoping you were his too.
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The sun shone brightly through the open window, letting in the warm summer breeze while his favorite vinyl record played in the background.
Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It’s been a long long time
The air was crisp and the smell of pancakes and cinnamon wafted from the doorway of the kitchen into the living room of the small, suburban house. The yellow walls were adorned with children’s drawings with a few marker drawings on the wallpaper here and there. The faint sound of giggling could just be heard from where you stood by the stairs. Your children, you thought to yourself, a smile creeping up your lips. This was it. This was what you’ve been picturing too, what you’ve told him countless times over and over again. He dreamed of it too. You turned your attention to the living room, your heart giving a little leap at the mess. It looked like someone had tried to tidy up but gave up on the last minute, some toys still scattered about. You noticed the pet bed by the couch, and you couldn’t help but be excited and hopeful, it was everything you thought of down to a T. You went towards the paper and crayons on the low table between the couch and the fireplace, inspecting one of the children’s current drawings there. It was of a family, their hands holding each other while they smiled in front of the house, a little dog at their father’s side. At the bottom, a scribbly handwriting of a preschooler wrote; Mom, Sarah, James, Dad and directly below the dog, Sam. You laughed aloud at that, clutching the drawing, hoping you could keep it for yourself and willing it into existence.
“Come on, dance with me,”
You heard Steve’s playful voice coming from the kitchen. A woman’s laughter rang out, you could just imagine yourself shaking your head at him in response, but something about the woman’s laugh caught you in your tracks. A little too shrill, a little too melodic. You inched closer to the open door, your heart dropping to your stomach. There they were, the picture perfect couple. He twirled her around, her red dress hugging her curves so effortlessly, while she drew her head back and laughed. The dimples on her cheeks deepening, her curls staying in place even when Steve maneuvered her around. They looked so beautiful together, his golden locks and smitten smile never once leaving her face, he never looked so happy.
Not even when he was with you.
That realization hit you like a train. You couldn’t even remember the last time he looked at you the way he looked at Peggy now. When was the last time you danced? When was the last time you acted silly together? When was the last time you were both happy? That was what hurt the most. You couldn’t even remember. It felt like a weird sort of deja vu except now, it was an actual woman instead of a picture on a compass. You tried to gather your pride and step away but you couldn’t, you were rooted into place, a sadistic part of you welcomed the pain because you should’ve known.
“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,”
You should’ve known.
But instead, you choose to play the fool.
There must’ve been a shift in the air that only they understood because Steve gathered her in his arms now, their eyes locking into each other, gentle and longing.
You'll never know how many dreams
I dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
So kiss me once then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
He rocked her back and forth, bringing her hand up to his chest, turning into action what words fail to describe. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his heart, savoring their moment. He leaned his head on hers too, a satisfied smile on both their faces as they continued to sway to the music. You had never felt as small as you did now. You felt like a thief, intruding on their moment, stealing his dream away. And that’s exactly what you were doing. That’s exactly what you are. You felt so dirty, a desperate, pathetic fly on the wall he couldn’t get rid of. And worst of all, you destroyed his trust too.
As if on cue, the colors started to change, the song distorting and shifting and in this moment you knew, you had to leave.
You have to leave.
Part Two
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