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dollfacefantasy · 5 months

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Baby Bunny

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!bunny-hybrid!reader

summary: leon helps his sweet baby bunny through her heat.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, breeding kink, daddy kink

word count: 3.8k

a/n: i'm not sure how i feel about this one, but let's go with it. again, thank you everyone for reblogging and commenting, it means the world to me <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld

In his personal life, Leon never wanted to be depended on. That was his job. He didn’t want that stuff following him home. He didn’t want to be tied down, to be responsible for someone like that. People depended on him in Raccoon city and look how that turned out. Every mission he’s been on for the last few years, he’s responsible for someone. It’s exhausting.

But as he nears 30, he starts to look at it differently. An aching sense of isolation grows in his heart. He starts to think about what it would be like having someone, having a companion of some sort. Suddenly, he’s not looking at being relied on as a detriment. Being depended on means having someone to care for, someone to love. There would be someone at the end of long days and the starts of his currently lonesome nights.

That’s how he finds himself with you scampering around his house. The sweetest little thing he’d ever seen. Your long floppy ears, cute little cottontail, those big sweet eyes. From the moment he saw you, he was a sucker for all of it.

A while back he had briefly heard of human-animal hybrids, but he didn’t think much about it. It didn’t really apply to him. If anything, the idea weirded him out a bit.

That was until he started thinking more about his dilemma. It seemed like one of them might be a good solution. He talked to a few people and did some online research and decided to at least look into it. It couldn’t hurt to visit an adoption center right?

He visited the place and was still a little freaked by the whole concept. He walked through the rooms, watching different hybrids move about and mess around. The lady guiding him throughout asked him different questions, trying to decipher what type of hybrid would best fit his needs. But all of her questions were irrelevant as soon as he spotted you.

You were undoubtedly the one. His baby bunny. Not only did he not want any other hybrid, but he didn’t think he could physically leave that place without talking to you at the very least.

He walked over to you cautiously. You kept to yourself, and he could tell from your body language alone how timid you were. He spoke with the softest, most soothing tone he could manage, but you were still so shy.

You’d told him your name so quietly he could barely hear. He didn’t touch you at all, fearing you may cry at something that personal. But he kept talking to you because while others may have found it challenging, he could see you fitting right in with him.

You’d be dependent, sure, but clearly you wouldn’t be overly needy for affection. It would be a good way for him to transition from being alone into having someone.

He kept getting to know you and trying to get through some of your walls. He talked with you about all sorts of things and let you ask your own questions so you could get to know him. By the end of the day, you hesitantly allowed him to stroke your ears.

It was that exact day he told you that he was interested in you coming to live with him. You were still very reserved, but you seemed receptive. You did a little trial run over the course of a week, and just as Leon thought, you were a great fit.

You had grown more comfortable with him in the months since that week even though your core personality hadn’t changed. You were still generally quiet, never asking for much and being appreciative of whatever he gave you. You’d talk with him openly now, mostly responding to him rather than starting conversations but speaking nevertheless. You slept in your own room, but as soon as you woke up, you’d come find him to hang out. It was a nice balance with you.

But Leon still wanted a little more. He would never push it on you, knowing it would make you withdraw again, but he always cherished the moments of progress with you. You warmed up enough that you came around to enjoy cuddling. Leon couldn’t believe how soft he’d become when you curled up to his side and tucked yourself under his arm. The first time you fell asleep in his embrace, he loved it so much he felt chest pains. Once or twice, he’d gotten you to fully sit on his lap, and he couldn’t stop beaming.

He could give you little kisses on your face now, and you’d give him a sweet smile in return that he couldn’t get enough of. You’d never kissed him yourself, but you would nuzzle his cheek in return which was enough to make him happy.

You were just such a sweetheart, a perfect companion for him. You didn’t complain when he had to go to work, but it wasn’t like you didn’t miss him. He could see the way your ears would slump and your eyes would dim as he gathered his stuff and headed for the door. But you also got so happy when he came back. You tried to seem as subdued as possible, but the way you lit up again in his presence was obvious.

The only thing you were still completely closed off about was when you went into heat. Leon understood what it was, he had been nervous about it since bringing you home, but he had no clue about how you dealt with it at all. Every time it happened, you’d shut yourself up in your room for however many days it took, and then return to him as if nothing had happened.

For your sake, he played along. He got the sense it was a touchy subject after bringing up the possibility of getting you some more toys for it and having you immediately shut it down. Your voice had become higher pitched with defensiveness, and your eyes wouldn’t meet his for the next few hours.

He had only wanted to help, but he couldn’t tell you why. Couldn’t tell you that your desperate moans kept him up at night when they echoed down the hall. Those broken whimpers that made it sound like you were crying, so worked up and in need of release that it brought you to tears.

He also couldn’t share how it made his cock rise to attention. How those pretty little noises had him fucking his fist, other palm covering his mouth to muffle his grunts, searching for relief of his own. His precious baby bunny didn’t need to know all of that.

Today had been a long day. He was tired after dealing with all the bullshit that came with his job. Although, unlike in months prior, he wasn’t all doom and gloom driving home. The thought of his sweet girl at home waiting for him by the door kept his spirits somewhat up as he made the commute back.

To his surprise, you weren’t in the living room like normal. He walked through the room cautiously, a little on edge from the disruption to his routine. He goes into the kitchen and still doesn’t find you. He starts to walk to the back of the home and that’s when he hears something. Those soft, needy sounds of pleasure.

His eyebrows raise, but he continues walking. As he gets closer, he realizes something that adds another level of shock to this situation. The noises were coming from his room.

At this point, he was more concerned than anything else. He makes his way down the hallway to his room and slowly opens the door, cracking it open to peek inside.

His eyes widen as he sees you on his bed. You’re kneeling, doubled over though so your face is in the blankets, his pillow between your legs, and your hips rocking back and forth violently. You’re nude from the waist down, only wearing a shirt of his. One of your fists is clutching the blankets while you keep your face shoved against them in a weak attempt to muffle those cute noises.

His jaw goes slack at the sight. He wills himself to remain calm and not succumb to some of his own primal urges. He carefully steps into the room, trying to be quiet even though he couldn’t see a way to not startle you with his presence.

“Baby…” he says, using the most gentle voice he could manage.

You shoot up in bed, now kneeling vertically. Your eyes are wide like you’ve had the fright of your life, your expression clearly horrified that he’d caught you like this. And even though he tries not to look, he can’t help but notice that despite your reaction, your hips don’t stop rutting against the pillow.

“Daddy!” you gasp.

That short circuits his brain. He pauses for a good five seconds to grapple with what you just said. You’d never called him that before. Not that he minded necessarily… but it still gave him whiplash.

His reaction seems to cause you to realize what you had just blurted out. In the blink of an eye, you go from visibly horrified to completely mortified. Your eyes fill with tears as you whimper out “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

Oh god, and now you’re crying. Leon was still silent as he tried to keep his composure, force the heat building inside of him to cool off before he approached you. Looking at you though, that sweet face with tears leaking down those round cheeks… It made him want to bounce you on his lap till you were crying for a whole other reason.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. It’s alright,” he reassures you as he walks to the bed. He sits on the edge, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on your face. “Is it… Are you in heat?”

“Yes,” you say, tone dripping with shame. You bite your lip and try to restrain any further whimpers. Your hips were slowing down but still moving. After a few moments though, another wave of choked cries erupt from your throat and more hot tears of humiliation slide down your skin. Your hands fly up to cover your face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. It’s ok,” he says softly. He cautiously takes your wrists and pulls them away from your face. He takes one of your hands in his, soothingly rubbing the back of your palm. You whimper at the touch, but he doesn’t say anything. “It’s ok, honey. I’m not mad. You can’t help it. I just want to make sure you’re ok.”

You look into his eyes with your tearful gaze. Your breathing was a little ragged from crying, but it seemed like he was calming you down slowly. You nod with uncertainty, waiting for him to make the next move.

He was also unsure of what to do. This was so unlike you, he’d never seen you this emotional for one, but he’d also never expected to see you in this position. And the entire time your hips were still grinding on that pillow, back and forth like a pendulum.

“Is it more intense this time?” he asks, keeping his tone gentle to not upset you again.

“I guess,” you whimper, “I just… I wanted you.”

It pained him to see you so uncomfortable and stressed out. He wanted you to be able to come to him with these types of things, to trust him with yourself when you’re in your most vulnerable state. It was clear that you desired that too, to some degree. You were in his room, humping his pillow, wearing his shirt.

“Well… I’m right here, baby. I want to help if I can. If you want me to,” he says.

Your skepticism is written all over your face. But you needed this even if you were a little nervous. He pats his lap encouragingly, and that’s the final push you need to let go of the pillow and crawl into his lap.

“There’s my baby bunny. Sweet girl,” he says softly as he gets you situated. He peppers a few tender kisses on your head and strokes your back.

You had only been there for a few seconds, but your hips were already squirming.

“What do you need, baby? Just tell Daddy, and you can have it,” he whispers. The title rolls off his tongue as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. It had caught him off guard when you said it, but after it rattled around in his head for a bit, it took root. Now, he just wanted to hear you say it again.

You whimper, looking at him through your lashes with those sweet eyes. At this point, you were all but riding his thigh. There’s a pause as you decide how to articulate your desire.

“I need… I need you,” you offer timidly.

“I know that, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “Try to be more specific for me. Daddy only wants to know so he can help you. Give you exactly what you need.”

He reaches up and cradles the back of your head, bringing you in to rest it on his shoulder. His other arm wraps around you and rubs your back. He holds you as close as he can to give you that physical reassurance he knew you longed for in your condition.

You still hesitate, obviously working up your will to explicitly state your cravings.

“I want Daddy inside, wanna be bred,” you whimper, turning your face against his shoulder to hide your eyes. Your whole head felt hot with the weight of what you said. It was almost dizzying, but he swoops in with his cooing voice and gentle praises to keep you together.

“Poor baby,” he croons, “I don’t know how you handled this alone for so long, honey. That’s so unfair to you, all these big feelings you had to work through by yourself. So frustrating.”

You knew he was being excessively caring now, but you had no complaints. The loving cadence of his voice made your mind melt. All you could do is whimper and nod against his shoulder.

“You could’ve come to Daddy anytime you wanted. I could never say no to my sweet baby bunny, especially not about this,” he says, kissing your head and giving your ears a few loving strokes.

“I know. I’m sorry,” you say.

“Nothing to be sorry about, sweet girl. I’m here now. We’re gonna fix it. Daddy’s gonna make it all better,” he says.

He shifts you around a little so he can slide his pants down and free his hard cock. Your curious eyes dart back to his face after a quick look at the flushed tip and the veins spanning the shaft.

“You ready?” he asks softly.

“Mhm, need it,” you whimper in return, helping him get your hips into position.

He lowers you on to his cock. Both of you let out hushed noises of pleasure as the sensation strikes pleasure within you. His fingers are digging into the flesh of your hips as he slides further into you. Your arms tighten around him and your eyes already start to flutter at the snug fit.

You whine and babble out some nonsense when you’re finally flush against him. His cock twitches inside of you.

“I know, baby, I know,” he hushes you. You could hear the tension in his own voice from exerting so much restraint. “You feeling any better?”

“Little bit, need more Daddy,” you mewl.

“Just give yourself a second to adjust, angel,” he grunts. You were pulsing around him, making it harder for him to not let go.

But it seems you’re feeling the same way. You shake your head in response to his words and start haphazardly squirming around, trying to move up and down while still in his hold.

“Need it Daddy,” you whine, “Can’t wait. Pretty please.”

Like he’d said, he couldn’t say no.

“If you’re sure, honey,” he says and loosens his grip, “Be a good bunny and bounce for Daddy.”

That’s all you need to hear before you’re bouncing up and down. Wet noises fill the room as your slick pussy takes him in and out. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting the embarrassment fade and just feeling the pleasure running through you.

Leon focuses on helping you keep your balance as you ride him. His own belly was twisting with ecstasy as your heat engulfs him over and over.

“That’s it, good baby,” he grunts, “Keep going, honey. Get it all out.”

You whine and continue on, up and down, up and down. More cute noises spill from your mouth as the head of his cock nudges all the right places. You ramble on, mumbling things like “love my daddy” over and over.

“Daddy loves you too, sweet girl,” he says softly.

He notices you starting to cling and whimper more. You were still riding, but your rhythm was becoming more awkward. You seemed more desperate even though you literally had him as close and as deep as physically possible.

He tries to help and do more of the work. He pulls you in close again and holds you against his body. Your face is pressed to his neck while he rubs the back of your head. His hips start to do the majority of the thrusting, bucking up into you fervently.

More incoherent strings of words escape you as you melt into his chest. You press a few sloppy kisses to the base of his neck. Despite him taking over, you were still being whiny and squirmy. He knew you were in discomfort, but it should be getting better, right?

“What is it, babydoll? What else do you need?” he coos.

Your head falls back and a sound of general pent up frustration escapes you. Your hips roll into his thrusts in large, needy movements.

“It’s not enough,” you cry, almost near tears from the ache between your thighs, “Need you more. Closer. Need it.”

You tug at his arms trying to get him to wrap them tighter. There wasn’t much Leon could do though. You were already as close as possible, any closer and you wouldn’t be able to move, which he was sure wouldn’t go over well with you. He felt so bad for you though. His sweet baby bunny suffering like this.

He watches you, your weak attempts at getting yourself off by rising and falling on his lap. He can’t take watching you struggle like this. Doing the only thing that could think of, he boosts you up and quickly flips you over.

You’re now pinned beneath him. His toned body is all over yours, heated skin pressed to you in every way. He spreads your arms out and holds your wrists down. His hips are against yours. He’s just grinding into you now, not even pulling out with his thrusts. He was as deep as possible. If this wasn’t enough, he didn’t know what else to do.

“How’s that, pretty girl? Is that how my baby bunny wants it? Wants Daddy nice and deep, ready to spill his cum and breed her cute pussy,” he breathes.

You nod eagerly, eyes rolling back at the relief you felt. This is what you needed. Feeling his weight on top of you, unable to move anywhere else.

“Mhm, this is what you need, sweet baby. You’re gonna take every last drop. Gonna keep it all in to make sure it takes too. If any leaks out, that just means I’ll have to fuck it back in. We’ll just have to go as many times as we need to,” he groans.

“Yes Daddy. Wanna take it all. Gonna be full of your cum for days,” you whimper.

“Yeah you will be. I think that’s what I’ll do from now on. Whenever my baby bunny goes into heat, I’ll have to stay home, make sure to keep you in bed, keep you plugged up full of Daddy at all times. That pretty little head won’t have to think about anything but being bred,” he says.

You just nod again, unable to get proper words out at the minute.

“I feel you squeezing, sweetheart. You getting ready to cum for Daddy?” he coos and reaches up to stroke your ears. He hikes your thighs up more, giving him a deeper angle to drive into you with. You gasp from the change, and your noises get higher as he rams in as much as he can without it being painful.

“Daddy!” you cry out. It’s all you can say. You had more, but it could only come out in the form of that one word right now. He’s all that was on your mind. Daddy daddy daddy.

“Yes, baby. Yes. Daddy’s here. Gonna fill you full of cum and then love on you for the rest of the night,” he purrs, “My baby was so brave, dealing with this all by yourself. But doesn’t it feel so much better when Daddy takes care of you?”

“Mhm, mhm,” you agree quickly.

Your hips start bucking while your body spasms. Leon knew this was it.

“Good girl, baby. Cum whenever you want. Let it feel good baby, get perfect and tight,” he says.

You do just that. You let the release wash over you. You shudder and dig your fingers into his muscles as the feelings bubble over.

“My perfect little bunny,” he praises softly while watching you let go.

It’s not much longer until his cock his pulsing violently within you. He thrusts as hard and as deep as possible before letting out a loud groan and burying his face in your neck.

“Fuck, baby, baby, baby,” he mumbles.

He spills it all inside you, hips twitching and arms locking around you. In the end, you’re both panting. He pulls back a little to kiss your forehead again. He looks down into your eyes.

“How’re you feeling now, sweet girl?” he asks softly.

“Better for now,” you answer. Your head starts to clear and return to its normal state.

He nods and kisses your head again. He rolls over onto his back, scooping you up against his chest while staying inside you. He rubs your back gently.

“You did so good, baby,” he whispers, “Now you see you don’t have to do that alone. You can trust me, sweetheart. I only want to help you. Keep you happy.”

You nod and look up at him lovingly.

“If this is what you need, this is what you need. We can get through it together,” he says softly.

“Together,” you agree softly and scoot up slightly, kissing him gently on the lips.

He smiles big and holds you closer somehow. He leans in for another kiss and another. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil smut #smut

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simplydnp · 1 month

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WAD: Cover Art

dan is still working on selling the distribution rights for We're All Doomed! so i decided to make some DVD/Blu-ray disc jacket art!

this is my attempt at a traditional jacket design! none of the images used are mine, but i did create the concept and design:

as i was making the first one for myself, i was struck by the fact that 'well, it's for me, so it doesn't have to look like a stereotypical jacket cover' which led me to be more artsy in my approach for the next one:

i was really enjoying the creativity and space to explore, so i went looking for more inspiration for a third design. this led me to dan's favourite Muse album: Origin of Symmetry, which i paid homage to:

after the first Muse album, i looked at their catalogue to see if there was more inspiration there. i was just thankful dan's favourite was easy stylistically to mimic, unlike say, 2009's The Resistance...

thank you @danielhowell for the inspiration!

nerdy stuff & reference pics below the cut!

General notes

i don't know how to use photoshop! i entirely brute-forced my way through the whole project, and the only tutorial i looked up was for the gradient text in the 4th cover

this wasn't even the original project i was working on! you'll eventually get to see that though

and this one also inspired art for the disc itself so stay tuned 👀

i will do anything for authenticity so these are Full of intentional details

matching fonts is a nightmare

the traditional cover

took the longest, as it was the first.

the barcode numbers are the date of the first video he uploaded on dinof, and the last tour show date (in m/d/y)

i changed 'iceland' to 'poland' on the front cover, as he never actually went to iceland, and poland wasn't ever on the list even though he did go there

the orange may look a little off-center in the front, but these designs need to include space for a spine between the front and back cover, i promise it's right 😂

the black and white cover

inspired by the 'i want to believe' aliens poster

the cover art comes from his metal band merch shirt design

i had to manually shrink the text, line by line, and ensure it all lined up on the back!

i even made the logos on the back greyscale

the Muse: Origin of Symmetry cover

a shockingly perfect style for a WAD cover. i'm so glad i used the cubes, even if they couldn't be orange.

there's some versions of the art online where the sky is even more orange and it baffles me how i haven't seen any parallels like this before

the Muse: The Resistance cover

this cover was never supposed to see the light of day! i meant it when i said i was grateful i didn't have to try to adapt this complex design... and yet, i tried anyway.

i did all the grid lines by hand, including the jagged/broken edge parts, shading each section, and then drawing every star.

the hardest part was getting the gradient on the back text to cooperate. photoshop's gradient settings are surprisingly limited

gotta shout out @amazingphil for being the reason i knew what this cover looked like--it's the only muse album i knew the art of before embarking on this quest!

obligatory sob story:

i've been extremely and suddenly ill for 6 months. it is difficult to function moment to moment, but especially in doing little things just for me. this is the first and only art project i've been able to feel inspired to not only work on, but to finish, and despite the pain and long hours, i enjoyed every minute of it. thank you, dan, for creating this space for me to explore, and thank you, everyone here, for being wonderful support during this time 💞

#it's finally here!! i hope you all love them as much as i do #dnp #c.text #dan and phil #daniel howell #phan art #hey phil look at this #we're all doomed #wad #c.art #word

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ki-yomii · 12 days

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helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand.

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!”

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

go send these authors some love!!

#asks #get recc’d 📚#fic recs #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader

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ineffable-endearments · 4 months

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I was rethinking the bookshop meta I wrote a while ago and realized I was not thinking big enough.

The bookshop has always been Aziraphale's version of Crowley's plants (his trauma reenactment), but also, absolutely everything Aziraphale does in Season 2 is a re-creation of Heaven's role. Crowley's behavior also encompasses everything, not just his plants.

I've seen it suggested that centering Aziraphale and Crowley's trauma histories is reducing their characters to behaving like just reactive victims instead of survivors with agency. Or worse, it's "excusing bad behavior." I don't agree with either of these, because I feel that part of Good Omens is about how large, powerful systems affect individuals, and so the context of every character's decisions matters a lot to the overall themes of the story. Everyone starts out working within a system they believe to reflect reality and then has to learn how to break free of it. You cannot really illustrate that without having the characters start out being genuinely trapped with different ways of coping with their reality.

This is an attempt at a pretty big-picture meta. Although it isn't a plot prediction, it's how I think some of the series' themes are going to progress. It starts out perhaps a little grim, but in the long run, it's how Aziraphale's character growth and relationship with Crowley can simultaneously be massive for them as individuals, a crucial part of the overarching narrative message of the series, and symbolic of a change in all of Heaven and Hell, all while allowing the themes to continue to prioritize human free will.

In short, it's about Aziraphale's problems, but it's also meant to be an Aziraphale love post.

All of the below exists in tandem with Good Omens as a comedy of errors. Just because there are heavy ideas does not mean they will not also be funny. Look back on how much of Season 2 seemed silly until we started to pick it apart! One of the amazing things about Good Omens is how it manages to do both silly and serious at once! (I feel like that's maybe a little Terry Pratchett DNA showing through. "Laughter can get through the keyhole while seriousness is still hammering on the door," as Terry himself said.)

Aziraphale has really embraced his connection to Crowley in Season 2, and he has also become considerably more assertive toward Heaven and Hell. These are both major growth points compared to the beginning of Season 1.

However, again, we have the concept of growing pains...Aziraphale is starting to re-create Heaven's role in his relationship with Crowley and humanity. It's really obvious with the Gabriel argument and the I Was Wrong Dance, but I think we see it all over the place: he seems to feel any serious dissent is a betrayal. He also seems to assume there's a dominance hierarchy and he, of course, is on top. Now that he's decided to take control of his own future, then surely that does mean he's the one in control, right?

With all that said, he still seems to have trouble being direct about the feelings that make him most vulnerable. He manipulates people and engineers situations in which he can try to get his emotional needs met rather than saying things outright (case in point: the Ball).

Like I pointed out in the bookshop meta: subconsciously, he's playing the role of God, modified with what God would be if She were everything he wants Her to be. He's generous, almost infinitely sweet, always does what's best for people...or, at least, what he believes is best for people. During the Ball, Aziraphale influences the people around him to be comfortable and happy even when they're not supposed to be, and he limits their ability to talk about things he thinks are too rude or improper for happy, formal occasions.

Doesn't this pattern sort of make sense for an angel who's just discovering free will? Like, at the end of Season 1, he made an enormous choice to stand against Heaven and realized he could survive it. Now he's gone a bit overboard with exerting his own will. Unfortunately, while he's learned to question upper management, he's still operating on a fundamental framework of the universe where there have to be two sides and there has to be a hierarchy. Also, since Aziraphale is on the Good side, he of course has to gear his desires into what's Good rather than just what he wants, so he sometimes thinks he's doing things for others when really he's doing things for himself. (For example, matchmaking Maggie and Nina started out as something he wanted to use to lie to Heaven, but by the time he was commenting "Maggie and Nina are counting on me," he seemed sincere, like he had genuinely convinced himself this was for them and not for himself.)

Aziraphale knows Heaven interferes in human affairs, ostensibly on God's behalf. He thinks She should be intervening in ways that are beneficial. What I believe the narrative wants him to learn is that God and Heaven shouldn't be manipulating people at all, not even for Good, and in fact there is no real meaningful hierarchy.

Anyway, a top-down, totally unquestioned hierarchy is the primary social relationship Aziraphale has known, and it's certainly been the dominant one for most of his existence: you're either the boss or the underling, and if someone seriously questions you, they don't have faith in you - they don't respect you.

No, his relationship with Crowley has not always been like that, but they've been creating their relationship from whole cloth, so how would he know it shouldn't become that way, now that it's "real" and out in the open?

No, human relationships aren't like that, but Aziraphale clearly does not see himself or Crowley as human. As the relationship approached something that seemed like it must be "legitimate," Aziraphale would naturally look for a framework to fit it to. And again, the only one he has is the shape of "intimacy," or what passes for it, in Heaven. What has "trust" always meant in all his "legitimate" relationships? It has always meant unquestioning obedience, of course. What have the warm fuzzies felt like in Heaven? Well, praise from the angels above him is nice, so that must be it, right?

Aziraphale even describes being in love as "what humans do," separating out that relationship style. Someday, I think he'll realize he favors the shape of love on Earth, something that's more inherently equal, more give-and-take. Look at how he idealizes it from afar at the Ball. But I think that, like Crowley before Nina pointed it out, Aziraphale maybe hasn't 100% grokked that it can and in fact should work that way for him and Crowley, too. Just like people can desperately want to dance without knowing how to dance, or can desperately want to speak a language without knowing the language, Aziraphale does not instinctively know how to have the kind of relationship where he can be truly vulnerable and handle Crowley's vulnerability as well.

Aziraphale is downright obsessed with French, known as the "language of love." He's trying to learn it the Earthly way. He's not very good at it, but he wants to be.

This pattern is still present during the Final Fifteen even if we assume Aziraphale is asking Crowley to become an angel again out of fear (and I find it very hard to believe that fear doesn't factor in at all). He's still building his interactions off of that Heaven-like framework: he asks Crowley to trust him blindly, he tries to assume a leadership role with a plan Crowley never agreed to and couldn't follow anyway, and he tries very hard not to leave room for an ounce of doubt. He also suggests making Crowley his second-in-command and obviously does not register that this could possibly be offensive. Again, I think this is because for Aziraphale, there has always been a hierarchy in Heaven, it's started to transfer to his relationship with Crowley, and breaking out of that assumption about relationships is going to take more processing than a single argument can do.

As I mentioned in another post, I don't believe Aziraphale had a real choice about whether he accepted the Supreme Archangel position. I think he could sense that he was not getting out of it and chose to look on the bright side, to see it as an opportunity. And instead of looking realistically at how that would feel to Crowley, he tried to sweep Crowley up to Heaven with him using toxic positivity, appeals to morality, and appeals to their relationship itself. Again, mimicking what Heaven has done to him.

To me, "they're not talking" is a big clue that Aziraphale's approach with Crowley is going to be the mistake the narrative really wants him to face. "Not talking" has, thus far, been presented as the central conflict of Season 3! After losing the structure and feedback Heaven gave him, Aziraphale started creating Heaven-like patterns in his relationship with Crowley, and breaking out of those patterns is what he needs to do. Discovering first-hand that Heaven's entire modus operandi is bad no matter who's in charge is how he can do it.

Look, either you're sympathetic to Aziraphale's control issues or you're not. Personally, I am. He's trying so, so hard to be good. I think trying to figure yourself out (which Aziraphale is clearly doing) is hard enough, and when you start balancing what you want for yourself, what you think are your responsibilities, and what other people are actively asking of you, you're bound to fall into the patterns that have been enforced for your whole life or for millions of years, whichever came first.

It is very easy to assume that people should Just Be Better, but it's not actually that simple to be a thinking, feeling person. My anxiety tends to move in a very inward direction and Aziraphale's moves outward. But I'd imagine the desperation and exhaustion are the same.

Unlike Nina, Aziraphale became a rebound mess. I don't think it occurred to either him or to Crowley that there could be any soul-searching, anything but carrying on with the new normal after their stalemate with Heaven and Hell.

Now, instead of getting rejected by Heaven and surviving it, Aziraphale needs to be the one to reject Heaven. It needs to be a choice. And that choice is going to come from realizing that Heaven isn't just poorly managed but also represents a bad framework for all relationships.

How could this happen? Good question. We're obviously not supposed to know yet, although I think picking at existing themes within the narrative could possibly give us hints.

It's possible Aziraphale's character development trajectory will be akin to Adam Young's in Season 1. Please see this stellar post by eidetictelekinetic for more thoughts about it, but basically, in Season 1, Adam saw that the world was not what he wanted it to be and decided his vision was better; as he ascended to power, he took complete control over all his friends and then soon realized that's not what he wants because there's no point in trying to have relationships with people who can't choose you. It's that realization that leads Adam to conclude he doesn't want to take over the world and to reject the role he's expected to play as the Antichrist. Maybe Aziraphale's trip to Heaven is an attempt at a control move during which he'll realize he's defeating his own point.

Aziraphale clearly wants to be chosen. From the very beginning, he's wanted to be special and cared for - just like Crowley has.

Incidentally, I think Aziraphale and Crowley are going to represent pieces of the bigger picture here, and this - first imitating and then rejecting Heaven's relationship style - can both symbolize Heaven's transformation and directly start it (probably in an amusing, somewhat indirect way, like when he handed off the flaming sword to Adam).

If I'm right - which I may very well not be - I think this would all be so, SO cool. Like, "An angel who is subconsciously trying to be a better God" is a concept with so much potential for both tender kindness and incredible darkness. Add to that the comedy-of-errors aspect of "...but even deeper down, he'd much rather just be super gay on Earth" and you have, in my opinion, a perfect character.

I think this could work for Crowley as well. It's obvious that in the Good Omens universe, at least so far, Hell is all about detesting humans and punishing them; Satan seems to genuinely hate humans (unlike in some of NG's other works). Our perspective on this could change, but it potentially puts Crowley in a complementary position to Aziraphale, as a demon who is trying to be "better" than Satan. But this isn't about being "morally better." It's about things having a point. Crowley's exploits usually have a point: they test people. And you can pass his tests! He sincerely likes making trouble, but Crowley doesn't live to punish.

But, once again, the above paragraph would describe a transient phase for this infinitely charming character. Because, again, I think the point will be that in the end, Crowley's deeper-down desire, moreso than testing Creation, is watching it grow with a glass of wine in hand.

#go3 speculation

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summary: in which cruel fate leads you and jungkook to bright places.

> fluff, a little twinge of angst? / wc: 4.2k

> warnings: none really. but if you’ve read the grocery store drabble, you really get lost in this one. hehe

note: oc!!! stop making him worry like this. cries in i love sweet boy jungkook sooo much. + i enjoyed writing this :[ <3 listened to cigs after sex while i was at it. and as you can tell i got very. carried away. scratches head. researching about pokemon bread was also kind of fun?

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love is selfless— it’s what they often say. however, on his way home from work, jungkook finds himself admitting his ugly truth: he is selfish. when he arrives at your shared space, he will tangle his limbs with yours and let you drag him across the floor to wherever it is you need to go. he will hold on to you, and never let go. he will abandon the concept of time at the farthest corner of his mind, along with his exhaustive musings and responsibilities. instead, he will be consumed by you.

and sometimes, he finds that the telepathy connecting the two of you is baffling.

because he’s definitely not thinking about anything else but you. he’s scouring the entire apartment for any trace of life, but you’re nowhere to be found. the bed is still made. the bathroom lights are off. the pillows on the couch are organized. the center table is spotless. the kitchen is clean. he opens the trash bin, and the last thing tossed in there is still the egg tray he discarded this morning. he checks the laundry room, but the only clothes of yours in the laundry basket are from yesterday.

he ends up deciding that you’re not playing hide-and-seek with him like he originally thought. he sits on the counter top, anxiously playing with his lipring as he calls your number. again. and again. and again.

you did tell him earlier that you were going to visit the library, but it already closed an hour ago, so you should be home by now. moreover, if you were going to drop by other places, you would’ve updated him that you’d be home later at night. but you didn’t. the last text you sent him was a captured photo of page 73, an overview about thyme. you reminded him that he once mentioned that he wanted to grow some herbs in your balcony, so you’re doing some old-fashioned research about them in the library.

and thank heavens you answer the call on his fifth try, because he’s about to have a breakdown in the middle of your kitchen.

“jungkook!”

not to be dramatic, but if he was standing, his knees would’ve collapsed on the tiled floor at the sound of your voice. he swallows the lump in his throat, breathes deeply to unload the weight sitting on his chest.

“where are you?”

“oh, right! about that-” you chuckle nervously, and he can already imagine you tapping your foot against the floor. “wait. let me just-”

“how long? i can’t wait. i miss you. tell me where you are and i’ll pick you up.” he hops off the counter, making a beeline to the front door.

“yes, pick me up. please. i’m not sure where i am exactly but i just checked and my location is still turned on with you.”

oh shit. the location feature. why didn’t he think of that? and what do you mean by-

he pauses on his tracks, car keys back in his hand not even twenty minutes since he got off his car. “baby, how do you not know where you are?”

“uhm, i fell asleep in the bus . . . then i panicked and got off because i thought i missed my stop. but you’re not gonna believe what happened next!”

he squeezes his eyes shut, fingers massaging his temple because he has a bad feeling about this. “okay. try me.”

“i realized i actually got on the wrong bus. stupid, right?” you giggle through the phone speaker, and it’s both endearing and ridiculous that you can still laugh in this situation.

nevermind that, he’s just relieved that you’re safe.

“i walked for a while and found this convenience store with a charging station. i emptied my battery trying to book a taxi but none accepted me!”

your whiny voice makes him smile, although he looked forward to hearing it more when he planned to be disgustingly clingy and affectionate.

“i’ll go, baby. just wait for me there, okay?” he presses the down button, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“okaaay.” you reply in a sing-song voice.

he puts you on speaker mode when he enters, checking on your location to see how far you’ve strayed from home. you got on the wrong bus. no mistake about that.

“you’re an hour and three minutes away.”

he hears you choke out a cough from the other line, most probably on a drink. “an hour?! by foot, right?”

“no,” he chuckles. late night drives with you aren’t new, so he doesn’t mind it one bit. “by car.”

silence fills the air for a few seconds. “then i’ll drive on the way back. i’m about to eat ramyeon so i’ll be energized!”

“let’s see if i get too tired to drive. just stay on the phone for me, okay?”

“wait- i’m hungry. need to go put hot water in my noodles. let’s switch to video call.”

when he accepts the video call, he’s greeted by the candy and chocolate shelf in landscape view. you probably propped up your phone on the charging station, so he adjusts his phone’s position to match yours. and you . . . are nowhere to be found. again.

he’s already driving out on the road when you appear on his screen. you smile at him, waving the chopsticks in your hand.

“i’ll do a live mukbang for you in a few minutes.”

he takes a brief glance, memorizing the way you look before reverting his attention to the road. a small smile grows on his face, a huge wave of love flooding his system. “you look so pretty today.”

“thank you. it took me thirty minutes to pick out my outfit.” you chirp happily before revealing the hand hidden behind your back, holding up a special item you stumbled upon during your little adventure. “look what i found! do you want it?”

“what is it?” he asks as he makes a turn.

“team rocket’s pokemon bread. it’s chocolate.” you inspect the bread again to confirm that you’re correct. “it’s the last one on the shelf so i just bought it.”

his eyes widen in surprise, lips forming an ‘o’. he personally knows many people who have been visiting stores until the late hours to buy them. it’s all the rage nowadays.

“oh? you actually found one?!”

“don’t you think fate led me here for this?” you gush excitedly.

he finally stops at a red light, taking a good look at you with fondness. “you’re giving it to me?”

“yes. enjoy it, okay? i walked in boots for this.” you point at the camera threateningly.

so adorable. he misses you so much.

he obediently crosses his fingers to forge a promise. “i won’t leave a single crumb uneaten.”

“good boy,” you poke the camera as if you’re booping his nose. “i left my food too long. i’ll go get my overcooked ramyeon now.”

you disappear again, and he resumes his journey leading to you. you return moments later, devouring a cup of ramyeon. you’re holding it with some tissue paper. you were never really good with touching hot things— you drop them without thinking twice . . . which is a health hazard.

and it stays like that for a little while. as jungkook drives, he looks at you and the navigation guide every now and then. just to make sure he’s turning to the correct lefts and rights as the voice says; and to give himself the assurance that you didn’t stray somewhere else again. you, on the other hand, is too focused on your food to give your boyfriend a smidge of attention. that’s how mukbang asmr is, right? only eating sounds?

the cashier is probably thinking of you funny for eating infront of your boyfriend via video call in a public place. you couldn’t care less. it’s been a long day, and staying still in this small corner of the earth feels oddly comforting.

you’re in the middle of sipping down the leftover broth at the bottom of the cup when you hear movement from the aisle behind you. being nosy as you are, you find yourself taking a peek. you take quick and light steps back to jungkook to tell him about what you saw.

“babe, they’re restocking the pokemon breads. i’m the only person left here.” you whisper with one hand covering your mouth from the side, as if you’re sharing a secret. “i’ll buy more.”

he unconsciously copies the gesture and the volume of your voice. “do they have the other flavors too?”

“yes. keep driving safe. be right back.”

you dash to the other aisle, and jungkook and the long row of kitkats play a staring contest in the middle of traffic yet again.

familiar with your nature, it is entertaining to watch you participate in the pokemon bread hunt out of the blue. very on-brand and-

“so competitive.” he laughs to himself.

—

“hi!” you beam at the camera, hugging the paper bag inhabited by your new prized possessions. “uh, we have eight in total. i bought one of each flavor so there’s two team rocket now. and three jigglypuff bread just because- um-”

jungkook stifles his laughter. oh, of course you did.

“it’s so cute. i couldn’t help myself.” you sigh, slightly feeling guilty. other people do hoard them and buy everything off the shelf, so you think about that to feel less bad about taking all the jigglypuffs.

fuck. if you’re being this cute over a jigglypuff bread, he might just have to join everyone and do convenience store raids, too.

“you’re kind for still leaving some. i saw a person in the internet buy all the pokemon breads in the store they went to.”

“right?! i saw that, too.” you exclaim, relieved that you had the same thought as him.

“did you get me my pikachu, though?”

“of course. pikachu must always be present!” you answer proudly as you unplug your phone after seeing that it’s already at 50%. “i’m getting bored here. there’s a thrift shop just beside this, so i’ll go see if they’re still opened.”

jungkook drums his fingers on the steering wheel, following a beat he’s making up on the spot. “alright. i’m only fifteen minutes away, so don’t go anywhere else.”

”yes, sir.”

“and don’t end the call.”

“i won’t. you’ll miss me.”

he clicks his tongue before sighing, expressing his frustrating sorrow. “i already do.”

—

the air from outside is warmer, and it engulfs you the second you pull the door open. it makes your skin feel sticky and uncomfortable. the thought of going back inside enters your mind, but the idea gets shot down immediately after. might get tempted to buy more bread.

the thrift shop heavily contrasts the vivid conveniece store. there is no door. racks of pre-loved clothing greet you by the entrance, leading to more of them inside. a lone warm lightbulb illuminates the cramped space, hanging in the middle of the dirty white ceiling. and the smell. oh, the smell— it causes nostalgia to rush throughout your body.

a woman emerges from the wooden counter. she’s in her 50s, if you had the guess. you make eye-contact, and her kind eyes eases your uncertainty about whether you’re allowed to enter or not.

“you can still look around if you want. i’m just cleaning before i close up.”

“oh, thank you!” you politely bow before approaching the long rack of shirts and long-sleeves against the wall. you’ve been eyeing them since the moment you arrived.

left with no other choice, you leave the paper bag of pokemon breads on the floor, under one of the racks. you carefully lean your phone against a shoe on the shelf above it, just a little higher than your eye-level. you smile unbeknownst to yourself. your jungkook looks extra handsome when driving. while he admittedly has a short attention span, he’s very focused on the road when he’s behind the wheel.

you’re already browsing through the clothes when he glances at his phone. he can only see half your face, but he also hears your fast hands pushing back the hanger of the ones that don’t capture your interest.

your love for shopping doubled when you entered a relationship with jungkook, because purchasing items you think he like or need also brings you an unexplainable joy. it’s not limited to clothes or accessories. for example, you bought him white and blue acrylic paint two months ago because you noticed that he used them all up for a project.

after more or less ten minutes, there are already two t-shirts and one sweater hanging on your forearm. one of the t-shirt is yours. it matches with one of your trousers that you barely wear.

you’ve walked past the camera frame when you stumble upon a black bomber jacket, looking so cool and brand-new, which explains why it’s a bit on the pricier side. and you know jungkook has a lot of other black jackets back at home, but you just can’t help yourself because it reminds you so much of him.

it’s so jungkook. you can’t allow it to live in another person’s closet.

you approach the counter with the clothes you picked out. the woman halts her sweeping outside, leaving the broom against the wall before wiping her hands on her long skirt, the floral print noticeably faded with time. you hastily grab the belongings you left unattended, putting your phone’s microphone on mute to keep your little surprise.

there’s no paper bills left in your wallet after spending all your money on food and clothes. with a grimace, you drop it inside your bag. you were only supposed to go to the library today, spend a little money on bus fare and lunch. perhaps, spontaneously add in a little snack in between. however, this is called spontaneity out of hand.

“are these for your boyfriend’s birthday?” the woman asks in a hushed, yet teasing, voice as she folds up the jacket.

two pairs of eyes fall on the phone you’re holding, and you smile sheepishly. “i’m trying to make everyday his birthday.”

“he’s very handsome. you better take good care of him!”

you cover your face in embarrassment, silently laughing. “we take good care of each other! he’s coming to pick me up because i couldn’t find a taxi.”

“oh dear, are you new here?” she stuffs the jacket in the big plastic bag, along with the other clothes you bought. “there’s barely any taxis here after 9pm. everyone just walks. many complaints about it, but good exercise for my rusty bones when they ask me.”

“i’ll keep that in mind for next time.” you wrap your left arm around the bag of clothes, sliding it off the counter until you’re carrying its full weight. “thank you again. have a great night! and stay healthy!”

you stumble on the single step leading outside because the weight of the breads and clothes are unbalanced. thankfully, you make it out of the shop without a scratch. the woman bids you a safe trip and picks up the broom, the melancholia of night-time quietness blanketing her home once again.

you look down at your phone to find that the video call with jungkook has ended, but before you can question him, a familiar voice sings your name from a close distance.

“jungkook!” you call out to him, crossing the distance between you in high spirits. “you really came for me!”

jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “you really thought i’d leave you here stranded? you always make me worried.”

“i never do it on purpose.” you frown, shoulders sagged with guilt.

“that makes it more worrisome.” he breathes out a sigh. “come here. i missed you.”

“i want to hug you, but my hands are full.”

he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you in a tight embrace. he feels you give a chaste kiss to his jaw before leaning your cheek on his shoulder, and just like that, his anxiety melts away. your favorite perfume invades his sense of smell. as a person with a sensitive nose, many perfumes often give him a headache. he is in love with yours. it’s sweet and subtle; it feels like coming home.

“i was so excited to come home but you weren’t there.”

“i’m sorry for always making you worry. i’ll be more mindful next time.” you apologize to him with a kiss on the cheek, and you feel it rise against your lips when he smiles. “oh no, wait. the bread- they’re going to get all mushed up.”

he reluctantly untangles himself from you, taking away the heavy load you’re carrying without you having to ask. this is when you swiftly snatch the car keys from his hand.

“i want to drive this time.”

he breathes out a sigh of relief. “oh my god, thank you. i’m getting sleepy.”

—

it’s impossible not to quickly look over to the passenger seat when a bright flash fills the vehicle. surprise, surprise! instead of sleeping, jungkook is taking pictures of the packs of pokemon bread he eagerly arranged on his lap.

“that flash is brighter than the sun.”

he throws a thumbs-up with an overly enthusiastic voice. “samsung!”

you swear, every chance he gets he promotes thei-

“don’t you dare steal my jigglypuff.”

he raises his arms in surrender, making balloons with his cheeks. “i just didn’t know they were strawberry flavored. i’m tasting team rocket’s chocolate rolls first. namjoon-hyung likes it.”

he carefully tears it from the other side to keep team rocket’s image unharmed. he takes a bite from the choco roll, and feeds the remaining half to you.

“mhmmm.” he hums, eyebrows furrowed in sheer delight. “it’s so good? i’m glad you bought another.”

he divides another roll in the middle. he munches on his share as he waits for you to finish your first bite. while he does as such, he suddenly perks up when he remembers the story he was supposed to tell you.

“i saw a group of guys enter the convenience store when i arrived earlier. they were looking for pokemon bread, too.”

“how’d you know?”

“i heard one of them say ‘this one better have the gastly bread or i will cry.’” he imitates the stranger’s deep voice speaking in a whiny manner. “it was funny.”

“then he’s probably on his way home crying now.” your giggles create a harmony.

that store did not have gastly bread, unfortunately.

—

“moment of truth.”

jungkook locates the pokemon sticker after you finish the rest of the bread. you wait with bated breath as he unveils the first out of eight stickers.

he gasps as he comes face-to-face with- “it’s snorlax! number 143 . . . 143.” he freezes as he scans his memory for the special meaning of the number code. “doesn’t that mean ‘i love you’?”

“it does,” you confirm with a grin. “i told you it was fate! isn’t it the best love confession?”

while living with you is a type of intimacy he values greatly, and protects everyday, getting lost in unfamiliar places with you has a charm of its own. it’s one of the days when he allows himself to say: jungkook, you lived well today.

he presses the sticker on your cheek, giving you a kiss through snorlax. “i love you, too.”

—

“since we can’t finish all these bread tonight, we’ll open the rest tomorrow.” jungkook announces as he sets down the plastic bag on the floor. in the meantime, snorlax is kept in his wallet for safety purposes.

he carries the clothes to his lap next, curious eyes and curious hands taking out the items one by one. he squeaks a sound of amazement. “you found quite a lot in that shop.”

“they had a lot of good stuff. i got the dark green-ish shirt. the rest are for you.”

he holds the baby blue sweater by the shoulders, letting the rest of it unfold and hang suspended in the air. “this one is so pretty.”

“oh! i really like that one. might borrow it a lot.”

“you’d look pretty in it. especially in the winter.” he says fondly. the mental image of you wearing it surrounded by snow is making him miss the season that just passed.

you pout. “but i got it for you. so wear it more than me.”

“i will. i want to wear it to work right after laundry day.” you beam in contentment, and he pats your head appreciatively. “you’re so fucking cute, baby. thank you for buying it for me.”

the black jacket catches his attention next, and the galaxies in his eyes sparkle as he takes in its the details and overall appearance. “this is totally my style! how does it look so brand-new?”

“right? it’s a steal so i had to buy it!”

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, a conscious effort to restrain himself from attacking you with hugs and kisses. buying treats and gifts for each other on random days— it’s grown to be a second nature in your relationship. this is why you always go on trips on birthdays and anniversaries instead of buying big gifts. he loves that there’s no pressure, and the element of surprise never fades. he loves that he knows what you like, and you know what he likes. a huge part of what makes him who he is has permanently resided in who you are, and vice versa. he will carry you with him for the rest of his life, just like the food he learned to love because his childhood friend forced him to have a bite, and how he adds a bar on top of the letter J because it reminds him of the number 7.

so from now on, he will refuse to wear any other jacket but the one you bought him, and he will think of you every time the sky is baby blue.

“i think this is going to be one of those clothes i’d wear all the time. like the first sneakers you got me.”

“oh god,” you chuckle at the old memory. if people didn’t know he was rich, they would’ve thought he only had one pair of shoes. “you really wore those out.”

“that’s how much i loved it!”

“okay, but you need to wash it before wearing it.”

“i’ll wake up earlier to do laundry.” he starts planning out his day inside his head as he folds up the clothes to put back inside the bag. but then he traces his thoughts two hours backwards, and he is reminded physical affection he’s been craving the whole day.

“can we cuddle when we get home?”

“of course, my love.” you raise an eyebrow in question. “when do we not cuddle?”

“i just missed you a lot today.” he sighs, turning over to his side to look at you. perhaps, also to memorize the street lights reflecting on your face, and how your beige cardigan has slipped down your shoulder. oh, the urge to write a song at this magical moment.

“what’s wrong? did anything bad happen today?” pure concern adorns your voice. you hate it when he’s sad. so much. you want to shield him from everything bad in the world.

“nothing.” his face starts to feel flushed, one of the dead giveaways that he’s emotional. “i just love you, that’s all. you get it, right?”

you have never been more grateful to meet a light that just turned red.

you solely focus on him momentarily, combing his hair with your fingers because it always helps him to relax. “feeling a little overwhelmed, is that it?”

he only nods as a reply. he catches your hand in his to give your knuckles a kiss, plushy lips caressing the tough bones of your doting hand.

“we’re almost home. wanna cuddle in the bathtub?” you propose when you recognize the familiar scenery through his window. the promising comfort and safety of your home causes exhaustion to come crashing down on you. your muscles are suffering the consequences of your actions, and therefore, are asking for compensation.

jungkook seems to be relishing in the idea, doe eyes sparkling instead of shining with unshed tears. “please, that sounds nice. but i’m sorry for when i fall asleep in there.”

—

you laugh nervously as you enter your parking lot. you do have your license, but you don’t drive very often. maybe three times a month at most. you find driving to be energy consuming despite being seated, so you much prefer commuting because it also serves as your rest time before and after attending to your duties.

“i need to reverse park before we can get into the bathtub, so you have to help me.”

and yes, additionally, you just simply hate reverse parking with burning passion.

“why do you hate reverse parking so much?” your boyfriend asks out of curiosity.

good question.

“i know we have cameras now, but i’m still always scared of bumping into other cars.”

he flashes you his old-fashioned captivating smirk, resting his hand behind the driver’s seat. what makes it funnier is that you’re not even looking. you’re too preoccupied with finding your parking space.

he raises his eyebrows teasingly, doe eyes turning into small slits as they do when he’s playfully flirting. “you don’t have to be scared of such thing, baby. i’ll pay for the damages.”

“you’re jinxing it! i’ll definitely mess up that ferrari now!”

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poweringthroughthis · 19 days

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trouble maker | wong yukhei

sfw (suggestive at the end, a curse word)

ship: lucas x male reader

desc: lucas and (name) hate each other for the stupidest of reasons. but as their debut showcase approaches, they realize they might have to work together.

The tension between lucas and (name) was palpable as they sneakily eyed each other in the practice room, waiting their days for their turn to debut in the kpop industry. The two were set to take the world of music by a storm in their respective duos.

Their agency was committed to try out a new style of teams. With the globalization of kpop and gradually spreading acceptance for queer idols(thanks to icons like Holland), the officials deemed it fit to launch two different duos, all males, centering their primary concept on 'chemistry' or 'love'.

(name) and his teammate Mark, panted in their ending pose, backs touching each other's as the music finished playing. lucas and hendery were observing them with keen eyes, catching their breaths after finishing their round of rehearsals earlier.

hendery whistled, "that was amazing guys!", complimenting his labelmates as Mark and (name) offered tired smiles. the latter turned to smirk at lucas who looked annoyed at hendery's praise for their competitors.

"yeah, (name) can dance" lucas started, "..for a beanpole., he finished with a light snort, making the taller male sport an angered look.

"fuck off, shortie. at least i don't need a ladder to reach the top shelf" he retorted.

"that's an exaggeration. and at least i don't have a face that looks like a deer caught in headlights!"

"you-" the fiery exchange was interrupted as the door to the room opened, the common manager-to-be of both duos making an appearance, instantly making the 4 males stand up as the man never barges in during practice unless it is important.

"Guys." he began with a serious tone and a hint of restlessness in his tone. "we need to talk. there's been some..changes".

"Is this what I think it is?" Mark was the first one to inquire, indirectly voicing out each trainee's worst fear but the manager was quick to intercept.

"No, no. God, no. you boys are still debuting. you deserve it. but there are some..line-up changes. apparently, the company now feels it's a waste of potential variety to debut two duos in the same concept. "

the boys exchanged looks with each other. they'd been together for a while now, going through thick and thin as good friends. it'd be a shame to part ways so close to their debut, after promising to fulfill their dreams together.

"so we had a meeting and decided on one hip-hop duo, and the other to continue in the same theme. naturally, hendery and mark have been paired up together as they fit the rap concept more." he finished explaining the news.

soon after, the manager had left, leaving the boys reeling from the news. at least it was no new members and the 4 were only shuffled amongst themselves, they told each other.

days passed, and mark and hendery started spending more time in the studio instead of dance practices, working on their verses. having love for hip-hop since forever, the two seemed happy which reassured their friends.

lucas and (name), on the other hand, were having a hard time toleration one another. even though they were extremely professional, personal feelings kept aside as long as the song played but despite their undeniable talent and charisma, their constant bickering threatened to overshadow their potential success.

the dynamic between the two was anything but harmonious. they clashed over everything, from song choices to choreography to who should get more screen time in their debut music video. each disagreement only served to fuel their rivalry, pushing them further apart even as they were forced to work together for the sake of their debut.

One particularly heated argument erupted during a late-night rehearsal, when Lucas criticized (name)'s dance moves as sloppy and uncoordinated. "You move like a clumsy giraffe," he taunted, earning a scowl from the taller.

"Maybe I'd dance better if I didn't have to carry your dead weight on stage," he snapped back, his patience wearing thin. he stormed out of the room, both of them fuming.

they couldn't go on like this. no matter how good they perform on stage, if the dynamic behind the scenes was going to be this flaming, their stardom was destined to be short-lived.

But just as it seemed like their partnership was doomed to failure, a moment of unexpected vulnerability changed everything. after a late-night practice session, (name) accidentally let slip a personal insecurity that had been weighing heavily on his mind, causing lucas to pause in surprise from drinking water.

"I never asked to be taller than everyone else, you know?" he admitted, his usually confident facade crumbling in the face of his insecurity. "It's not easy standing out in a crowd for all the wrong reasons."

Lucas, who had always viewed (name) as an annoying trainee to be defeated, suddenly saw him in a different light. He realized that beneath the bravado and insults, there was a person with their own struggles and insecurities, just like himself.

In that moment of shared vulnerability, the walls between them crumbled, and a newfound understanding and respect blossomed. They put aside their petty disagreements and focused on their shared goal of creating something truly special together.

they had seen each other work their asses off for this and they decided to let the world know just that.

as the day of their debut finally arrived, Lucas and (name) took to the stage with a newfound sense of unity and purpose. the practice sessions leading up to the fateful day had a new emotion lingering in the dance room: admiration. which slowly seemed to blossom into newfound feelings. those of fondness and liking.

Their performance was nothing short of spectacular. their voices blended harmoniously, their dance moves synchronized effortlessly, and their stage presence was nothing short of electrifying. there was no denying the undeniable chemistry between them when they performed together. after their debut song, the suggestive moves in the duo's dance cover of the song 'troublemaker' had the audience gasping for air. they had prepared this one as a surprise to make a bold statement on their first day at work. they weren't to be taken lightly.

Cheers and applause resounded at the music bank set as Lucas and (name) took their final bow. And as they stood with foreheads resting against each other's, breathless and full of adrenaline, there was no trace of animosity between them, only a shared sense of accomplishment and by the tension, a budding romance.

Lucas turned to (name), a smirk on his face. "hey doe eyes, you ready for our next performance?" he asked, gesturing to the empty hall while taking off their microphones.

"bring in on, shortie" (name) winked in response, as he walked towards an empty room without looking back, gesturing for lucas to follow him using his index finger.

"let's see how much of a 'trouble maker' you can actually be, shall we?"

#kpop male idol #kpop x male reader #male idol x male reader #lucas x male reader #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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HOW DID NOBODY ASK FOR THE LEGEND JOHNNY CAGE YET!? Imma do that then! I'd like to request a romantic concept for the man himself, Johnny Cage ;)

Sure, wasn't sure which MK you wanted so I decided to choose. So have the more younger cocky version of Johnny. Hope I got his character right!

Yandere! Johnny Cage/Jonathan Carlton Concept

(Younger Johnny - MK2011/MK11)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Flirting/Persistence, Manipulation, Yandere feels bad for his behavior, Slight desperate yandere, Dubious/Forced relationship, Possessive behavior, Guilt tripping, Violence.

The version of Johnny Cage I'll talk about this was when he was still your typical movie star.

This variation of Johnny is arrogant, cocky, and egotistical.

He loves being the center of attention even if others find him annoying.

He's selfish but soon proves he's heroic and selfless.

He has good intentions at heart... if you look past all the ego.

Young Johnny Cage would certainly be a handful compared to his older counterpart, which is why I chose to write for him.

He'd be persistent.

This version of Cage is certainly some sort of flirtatious playboy who is popular in the Hollywood scene.

He'd be the type to, when he first encounters you, flirt with you and call you all sorts of sweet pet names.

He quickly becomes an annoyance hell-bent on impressing you.

He thinks his fighting style and acting is enough to make you adore him.

Honestly, a flirtatious playboy yandere is a type I haven't done often.

Johnny may actually be capable of emotional manipulation, too.

He's good at acting, isn't he?

He acts so confident and tough.

In reality he's probably desperate and fantasizing about you to the point it's destroying him.

He doesn't like that you ignore or reject him.

He convinces himself to push further and try to make you see he's a catch.

Yet deep down he's disappointed and a bit upset you won't even look at him.

He'd definitely be the type to take pictures of the two of you then hide the Polaroids in some sort of pocket and journal.

Then he looks back at them later with a smile.

He prefers sticking around you all the time compared to stalking.

Then everyone knows that he's interested.

Much to your chagrin.

I have a feeling his persistent yandere personality would shift if you lost it at him.

Maybe you've had enough of his flirting and attempts to impress you.

Which eventually leads to you screaming at him to take a hint.

Bruising this man's ego changes how he acts around you.

He starts to feel bad about coming off too strong.

Johnny doesn't like the idea of losing you and adamantly apologizes to you.

He doesn't want you to hate him or lose his chances with you.

So he tries to behave himself and tones things down.

Who knows? Maybe after that you get with him.

Or he just figures he needs to force things a bit more.

Now let's talk about how he's like in a relationship, be it mutual or not.

Johnny loves to be affectionate.

His favorite parts of you are probably your lips to kiss.

But I feel we can all agree he is your typical butt/chest dude... he has the vibes.

He likes to have his arms around you.

While he still flirts he apologizes if it's too much.

Once he feels he has you he'll calm down on his advances.

Johnny feels like the type of person to throw punches over someone being near you.

Someone else flirts with you? Punch.

Someone hurt your feelings? Punch.

He feels it also impresses you, like he's defending you.

In the end it really only causes problems.

He gets so defensive about you.

Like he's insecure and afraid to lose you.

Johnny, at least his younger counterpart, wouldn't kidnap you.

He prefers to just stick around enough it drives everyone off.

He's easily jealous and possessive at times.

You can catch in his words towards others that he feels threatened when others show interest in you.

Which then leads to him bragging about already being in a relationship with you... regardless on if you actually are or not.

Johnny would be more likely to socially isolate you then physically isolate you.

Others don't want to be near you because they don't want to hear Johnny try to be the tough guy.

If you tried to leave him then I imagine he'd play with your emotions.

He guilt trips you and makes you feel bad.

Johnny would cling to you, saying he can't live without you.

If you still try to leave then he'll have subtle threats in his tone.

Johnny is fully capable of lethal force.

He's unwilling to use it... but if pushed... maybe he could snap.

However, he'd only think of using such excessive force to defend you.

Won't stop him from breaking a few noses and kicking some crotches though.

Overall, Young Johnny would be a flirtatious playboy at first but if you break his ego he'll tone it down.

Despite this he'll still be persistent and won't leave you alone...

He thinks you'll love him if you just give him a shot, isn't it such an opportunity to date a movie star?

"Come on, baby... won't you just give me a shot? I promise you won't regret it!"

#yandere mortal kombat #yandere johnny cage #yandere jonathan carlton #yandere mortal kombat 11 #yandere mortal kombat 2011

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Crave 6

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Dainsleif x Isekai'd!Reader x Kaeya

Summary: You're going adventuring to the ruins on your own! The men will accompany you on the first part of your exploration to get rid of the monsters that are roaming around and you'll continue your exploration after they eliminate the monsters. Just when you think you're in the ruins alone, two people make their appearance known after watching your little performance.

Note: Fun fact! I didn't plan on making and posting Crave 6 until after I completed the recent archon quest 💀 I decided to scrap the fic that was supposed to be posted this week and chose to write a Dainsleif and Kaeya smut because I missed them and because they look so good in the recent archon quest 🫶🏻 The order goes from the people that have been in the harem the longest to the newly added men/characters. This smut is probably not my best, so I'll make it up to Dainsleif and Kaeya by giving them (hopefully) better and longer smuts in their individual mini-fics (that is still part of the Isekai'd!reader series). As previously stated in the previous Crave "series," I tried to keep the story as gender-neutral as possible. All of my smuts do lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader with gender-neutral pronouns. As usual, minors DO NOT INTERACT! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut (as per usual), threesome, fingering, chest/breast grabbing, hickeys, public sex, cervix fucking, double penetration, slight overstimulation (???), creampie, slight breeding kink (?)

Word Count: 9.5k

Crave "Chapters": [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7]

You peek your head into the living room of the estate, debating how you’re going to ask the men for permission to go out and explore Teyvat alone. Technically you don’t need their permission to go out because you’re an adult, and you’re capable of taking care of yourself when you’re out of the estate. You want to breathe the fresh air of Teyvat, bask in the sunlight, and have some alone time for yourself!

While you don’t mind having the men accompany you, you think some alone time for yourself would be good once in a while. Plus, it’s not like you’re going to go out and wreak havoc on Teyvat or put yourself in danger! Well, the last part, you can’t promise them that since Teyvat is filled with danger in every corner. You can’t even trust merchants, or else they will scam you and take all of your Mora!

You walk into the living room, your hands crossed behind your back while giving the men an innocent smile. They all look up from what they are doing and look at you curiously. You purse your lips and stand in the center of the living room. Now that you have gotten their attention, you’re starting to question whether you should go on with the plan or not.

“Heyyyyyy, may I ask you all something?” You ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Zhongli closes his newspaper and places it on the coffee table in front of him, reaching for his teacup and taking a sip. “You can ask us anything, dearest,” Zhongli says after taking a sip of his tea.

“May I go out and explore Teyvat on my own?” You ask, waiting for their answers.

Diluc raises his eyebrows at you. “I’m sure you can go out on your own without our permission, sweetheart,” Diluc says, fixing his gloves.

You stare at Diluc owlishly, trying to process what he just said to you. You’re allowed to leave the abode without the men’s permission and their company? This is something you’re not used to because you hardly leave the estate on your own or in general unless it’s to attend your classes. Plus, in your world, your parents never allowed you to leave the house without their permission. Then again, your parents hardly let you leave the house in general, so the men giving you the freedom to explore Teyvat on your own is a foreign concept for you.

Childe looks at you with an amused look, the corner of his lips quirking up. “Why do you have that expression on your face, snookums?” Childe asks, laughing softly.

You press your lips into a thin line. “You guys aren’t going to prevent me from leaving the abode on my own?” You ask.

“Now, why would we do that? You’re an adult. You can leave the estate by yourself whenever you want without our permission. As long as you inform us that you’re leaving and your whereabouts,” Ayato says, running his fingers through his hair.

You look at the men suspiciously, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. You’re not sure whether you should take their word for it because you know how protective they can get. Plus, you said you wanted to explore Teyvat alone. You didn’t specify the area, nor did you mention whether it would be the city or the ruins. And you want to explore the ruins.

Xiao narrows his eyes at you. “Where are you going to explore exactly?” Xiao asks.

Ah. There it is.

You cross your arms over your chest. “I’m going to explore the ruins!” You say confidently.

The men look at you with wide eyes, unsure what to say. Did they not tell you that you can leave the abode without needing their permission? After all, you are an adult like them. You don’t need them to hold your hand every step of the way when you’re in Teyvat. Right? Although, you don’t mind holding hands with them in general. You were, uh, using it as a figure of speech. It’s not like most of the ruins throughout Teyvat are teeming with monsters, Eremites, the Fatui, and treasure hoarders! Some ruins are empty and devoid of life. You’re going to have a look around, not pick up an artifact and take it for yourself. You want to explore the ruins because you had been researching about the ruins a few weeks ago, and it piqued your interest.

“Any particular reason why you chose to explore the ruins? We assumed you’re going to explore the cities and villages,” Al Haitham says, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at you skeptically.

“I had been researching the ancient ruins at the House of Daena a few weeks ago, and the topic of the ruins has piqued my interest ever since,” you reply.

Realization dawns on Kaveh. “Oh, so that’s why you were asking me so many questions about the architecture of the ancient ruins,” Kaveh says, stroking his chin.

You clasp your hands in front of you. “So? Can I explore the ruins on my own?” You ask.

“What ruins are you going to explore? There are many ruins scattered around Teyvat,” Tighnari says, raising his eyebrows at you while his ears twitch with curiosity.

Fuck. You didn’t have a specific ruin in mind. You were going to throw darts in the dark, and wherever the dart lands, you’re going to explore the ruins in that region. Now that you think about it, where can you explore without getting into trouble with the government of that region? You’re not entirely sure if you can explore the ruins in Sumeru or Inazuma because those two regions are teeming with Eremites, Nobushis, and Kairagis.

“You don’t have a place in mind, do you?” Cyno deadpans.

You shake your head. “None at all, but I will be staying away from Sumeru and Inazuma. The regions are beautiful, but the enemies there are terrifying,” you shiver.

Heizou props his hands on your shoulders and pinches your cheek. “Good choice on staying away from Inazuma. It’s a beautiful region to explore, but only if it’s in a populated area,” Heizou says.

If you’re going to explore the ruins on your own, you’re going to need to be prepared in case anything happens. That being said, does that mean you have permission to walk around the ruins while carrying the teapot? It’s portable, so you don’t see why not as long as the men don’t randomly pop out from the teapot while you’re walking up a steep hill of the ruins. You don’t plan on climbing up precarious cliffs; you’re not going to risk it.

“Do you want me to pack you anything to eat while you’re out adventuring in the ruins?” Thoma asks, sitting on the couch’s armrest beside Ayato.

You tap your chin. You don’t plan on being in the ruins for too long. Perhaps from in the morning to the mid to late afternoon? For some reason, you assumed monsters would roam the ruins at night when no one’s around, but you’re optimistic that the ruins are going to be devoid of life other than your presence.

“Lunch would be nice! I don’t plan on being out for way too long. Also, I will be carrying the teapot with me, too, if that’s okay,” you said, pursing your lips.

Venti giggles and pokes you in the belly button, making you squawk before slapping his hands away with a small glare.

“I think it’s cute that you’ll be bringing us with you on your adventure to the ruins! We’ll be with you, but not actually with you,” Venti says, leaning in his seat.

Baizhu raises his hand. “I’ll be packing a first aid kit for you to bring on your adventure just in case anything happens. I’m optimistic you won’t get injured, but you’d never know,” Baizhu says, shrugging his shoulders.

Ah, right. How could you forget about bringing a first aid kit with you? Even though you’ll be out in the ruins (the specific location of the ruin is still unknown), you’re grateful your boyfriends are helping you prepare for your exploration. It’s not like you’ll be exploring the ruins immediately after getting their permission. You still need to prepare and make sure to bring essential items without bringing too many things that’ll weigh you down.

Aether looks at you curiously. “Are you going to the ruins today, or will that be some other time?” Aether asks.

“Tomorrow! I’m not leaving today because I need time to get things ready for the exploration tomorrow, and I need to make sure I have sunscreen with me,” you said.

Itto sighs in relief and throws his arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly. “That’s good to know! At least we have some time to cuddle with you before you go on your exploration!” Itto says, resting his cheek on top of your head.

“You’re so cute, Itto,” you coo.

Itto giggles and lays his cheek on your head, stroking your hair. Your bottom lip juts out, and you reach up and squeeze his cheeks lightly. This is going to be the first time you’ll be exploring Teyvat on your own, and you’re actually nervous about it. Not because of the unfamiliar setting but because you’ll be alone for the first time, and you don’t know what’s going to happen and how things are going to go while you’re out.

“So, do you have any specific place in mind?” Gorou asks, poking your thigh to grab your attention.

You shake your head. “Not really. I’m leaning towards Liyue, but I’m not sure if Liyue is what I’ll be sticking my mind to,” you said.

“Oh? Does Liyue bore you?” Pantalone asks, looking at Zhongli from the corner of his eyes.

You stare at Pantalone quizzically and slowly shake your head. You’ve visited Liyue plenty of times, and it’s probably the only region you have visited the most because of the food and because Zhongli would invite you and the other men to have lunch or dinner at Liuli Pavilion or Xinyue Kiosk.

You hold a finger up. “If I do choose Liyue in the end, I will be exploring Tianqiu Valley.”

Pierro raises his eyebrows at you, crosses his arms over his chest, and sits back. “Last time I checked, Tianqiu Valley is teeming with treasure hoarders, hilichurls, geovishap hatchlings, and many more,” Pierro says gruffly.

Well, shit. You completely forgot about that. Tianqiu Valley pops up in your mind first when thinking about ruins in Liyue, other than Guili Plains. Still, you decide to stay away from Guili Plains for the sake of your safety. And for the sake of your sanity as well.

You shrug, getting out of Itto’s grasp. “Okay, then what about the Stormterror’s Lair?”

“Also teeming with monsters, my dove,” Kazuha gives you a sympathetic smile.

You press your lips into a thin line and stare blankly at everyone in the room. There are ruins that aren’t occupied with life and monsters, but they’re usually in domains. Now that you think about it, you can still go to the ruins you have named. All you have to do is be careful and not get caught by the enemies mentioned.

“How about this: you all can accompany me on the first part of my journey to the ruins and, you know, get rid of the roaming enemies, then all of you can retreat into the teapot, and my solo exploration can begin!” You suggest.

Scaramouche drags out his sigh and pulls you over to him, letting you sit on his lap while he wraps his arms around your waist. Scaramouche places his chin on your head and closes his eyes, shaking his head.

“I believe we spoil you too much,” Scaramouche murmurs.

You smile and giggle, snuggling up against him. “But you guys love it,” you said, poking him in the chest with your index finger and peeking at the other men in the room.

“That we do. But we’re not complaining about it,” Albedo says, smiling at you.

“You got yourself a deal. We’ll be with you on the first part of your exploration of the ruins of your choice. Once we eliminate the nearby monsters, we’ll let you continue your exploration. We will be in the teapot if you need us,” Dottore says, stroking your hair after grabbing Scaramouche’s face and shoving him away.

Capitano sighs and shakes his head. “You’re both adults, don’t start fighting like insolent children now,” Capitano says gruffly.

The two men next to you ignore Capitano’s comment. Scaramouche scowls and zaps Dottore. Dottore snorts and ignores the shoving coming from Scaramouche’s end. You sigh and let yourself zone out while Scaramouche and Dottore are bickering with each other like stray cats fighting over the last piece of a chicken nugget. You can hear everyone sigh simultaneously while Scaramouche and Dottore continue batting at each other.

Dottore ends up accidentally whacking you in the face while trying to reach for Scaramouche. Scaramouche moved out of the way successfully, but that didn’t give you enough time to process what was happening. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, and you clutch your face.

“I swear, every time you men get into petty squabbles, I’m the one that gets whacked in the face or head,” you grumble.

Scaramouche pulls you to his chest, glaring at Dottore. “Look at what you’ve done! You hurt [Y/N]!” Scaramouche exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at the doctor.

Dottore ignores Scaramouche’s comment and smacks Scaramouche’s hand to the side before pulling you off Scaramouche’s lap. Dottore has you sit on his lap while he checks the area where he accidentally hit you.

You give Dottore’s bicep a reassuring squeeze. “It was an accident, so there’s no need to worry or apologize,” you say.

Instead of responding to your reassurance, Dottore presses his lips on your head while murmuring an apology. Capitano and Pierro share a collective sigh, shaking their heads or pinching the bridge of their nose.

“I think [Y/N] is less likely to be injured while out exploring the ruins alone than being in the same room as those two,” Capitano says before gesturing toward Childe, “and Childe, if the Balladeer and Childe were to bicker.”

Childe scoffs. “I didn’t even do anything, and you’re dragging me into this mess?” Childe asks, looking at Capitano incredulously.

Pierro huffs out a laugh. “Oh, Childe, you and the Balladeer always get into petty arguments. Do you not remember when both of you were so occupied with bickering that you two didn’t realize [Y/N] nearly got run over by a sumpter beast?” Pierro raises an eyebrow at Childe.

Oh, yeah, you forgot about that! You, Childe, and Scaramouche were tasked to gather some henna berries in the desert. Scaramouche and Childe end up arguing over whether the three of you should split to gather henna berries faster. While the two were at each other’s throats, Scaramouche chucks a henna berry at Childe and misses, only for the henna berry to hit a sumpter beast’s face, pissing it off.

You exhale through your nose. “I tried to outrun the sumpter beast, but it caught up to me so fast. I saw my life flash before my eyes, and I swear, I thought I was going to die that day,” you say, chuckling to yourself.

That day was terrifying because you nearly got trampled by a sumpter beast while Childe and Scaramouche were busy insulting each other. The three of you took so long to gather henna berries that Pantalone had to check up on the three of you, only to see nothing but chaos when he arrived at the area where you three were. Pantalone annihilates the sumpter beast with one swipe while you’re clinging onto his back, praying to the archons that you wouldn’t die by being trampled.

The hilarious thing was when the four of you returned to the estate, Zhongli and Venti were standing at the door, waiting for your return. Venti informed you that he and Zhongli heard your prayers and was confused, worried, and horrified when a series of your prayers popped up in his head. Zhongli, on the other hand, was scolding Childe and Scaramouche on the side.

Kaeya chuckles, “It’s a good thing you’re not going to explore the ruins in Sumeru. We wouldn’t want you to relive that experience,” Kaeya says, ruffling your hair from behind the couch.

“Oh, archons, I hope I don’t have to relive the experience of being chased down by a beast bigger than all of us,” you say.

You stand up and dust stretch your arms in the air, yawning. It looks like you’ll need to sleep early tonight for your exploration of the ruins. Again, you have yet to decide what regions to explore. You wouldn’t mind exploring the ruins in Inazuma and Sumeru, perhaps you’ll do that in the future, but for now, you’re debating between Mondstadt and Liyue.

“We should help you pack a few essential items for tomorrow,” Ayato says, grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs to your bedroom.

Dainsleif follows close behind. “Have you made the decision on where you want to explore the ruins?” Dainsleif asks.

You hum thoughtfully. “Well, I was thinking about Liyue at first, but then I realized that I’ve visited Liyue quite often. Therefore, I am going to explore Stormterror’s Lair! It’s quite big, so there should be plenty of things for me to explore,” you answer.

Venti laughs nervously. “If you’re going to explore the Stormterror’s Lair, please make sure not to touch any object you see on the ground,” Venti instructs.

You salute Venti. “Aye, aye, captain!” You give the anemo archon a thumbs up.

You’re not entirely sure what Venti was referring to when he instructs you not to touch any object you see lying on the ground. Still, you will follow Venti’s instructions and not pick up anything. You’re sure there’s nothing valuable at the Stormterror’s Lair. Even if there is something valuable at the Stormterror’s Layer, you don’t plan on bringing back any artifacts or souvenirs to the estate.

The men end up packing essential items for you to bring on your journey to the ruins. A first aid kit, a stainless steel water bottle, an extra water bottle, a bottle of sunscreen, and a few more items you didn’t think of because you have never gone out into nature by yourself before. Or in general. Thoma has informed you he will be packing you lunch when he gets up to make breakfast. At first, you did plan on leaving the estate to go to the Stormterror’s Lair early in the morning (before the sun rose), but you did not want to get up that early. So, you and the men opted to leave the estate around seven thirty in the morning. It’s still early, but not as early as the original time.

Dinner went on like usual, but once dinner was over, everyone began treating you like you were going to die soon. Your boyfriends spoiled the hell out of you by giving you endless kisses, cuddles, and affection. I mean, you’re not complaining about it! You love it when your boyfriends spoil you with affection and give you their undivided attention. While you hate having people’s attention, you love being the center of attention when it comes to your boyfriends.

Your yawning and stretching are interrupted when someone snakes their arms around your waist, letting their hands slide beneath your t-shirt to squeeze your chest. You squeak, let your arms fall to your side and turn to look at the person behind you with wide eyes. Itto gives you a cheeky smile and nuzzles against you, his hands on your chest underneath your shirt.

“Someone’s a little touchy today,” you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair.

Itto presses his lips against your neck. “As your boyfriend, I should be allowed to show my significant other my affections before they leave on an adventure,” Itto says, peppering kisses down your neck to where your neck and shoulders meet.

You giggle and stroke his hair. “Itto, I’m not going to be away for long! It’ll be a few hours! Plus, you and the others are also accompanying me on the first part of my trip,” you say.

Itto ignores your comment and continues to litter your neck with kisses, squeezing your breasts with his big hands. Before Itto can take things further, Al Haitham grabs Itto by the ears and pulls him away from you. Itto cries out in pain, and his hands slip out of your shirt while he tries to get Al Haitham to release him.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes. “I don’t care if you’re going to miss [Y/N]. We’re going to miss them as much as you will, but they will be back the same day,” Al Haitham says, narrowing his eyes at Itto before releasing the now red-eared oni.

Itto stares at Al Haitham with a deep frown on his face while clutching onto his red ear, muttering under his breath about how rude Al Haitham was for pulling his ear. You chuckle and rub Itto’s shoulders to comfort him. Itto wraps his arms around your shoulders with a pout on his face, glaring at Al Haitham from over your shoulders.

“You know, you’re pretty brave for doing that,” Kaveh says, propping his hands on his hips.

Aether and Heizou snort.

Aether points at Childe and Itto. “Those two aren’t afraid to pull a bold move on [Y/N] in front of us. You’re still kind of new to the relationship, but Itto and Childe being touchy with [Y/N] is normal,” Aether says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We all learned to tolerate it, but sometimes they need a little smack to bring them back to reality,” Heizou adds, looking at Itto and Childe with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You look at the clock on the wall and yawn after realizing how late it is getting. It’s a good thing you decide not to leave the estate so early in the morning. At least you and the men will be having breakfast before heading out to the Stormterror’s Lair. You don’t think you can bring both breakfast and lunch while you’re out adventuring in the Stormterror’s Lair.

“It’s starting to get late. I believe we all should get ready to go to bed,” you speak up, rubbing your eyes.

Holy crap, you did not realize you were feeling this tired until it hit you a few minutes later. Thoma carries you up the stairs while you rest your chin on his shoulders, trying your best not to fall asleep. You need to brush your teeth and prepare for bed. And by some grace of an archon, you’re able to stay awake for the next few minutes to brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Once you lay on your bed, you’re nearly knocked unconscious. Your eyelids feel heavy; you’re drooping, and it almost forced you to sleep.

You snuggle against your pillows and blanket, falling in and out of sleep. The men drop by your bedroom to bid you goodnight and kiss your forehead. At least you’re able to stay up long enough to say goodnight to the last person. Once the last person, Tighnari, kisses your forehead after bidding you goodnight, you can’t stay awake any longer. You fall asleep a few minutes after Tighnari strokes your hair.

The next day, you’re woken up from your sleep by none other than Cyno himself. You groan and stretch in your bed, yawning and groaning. You blink at Cyno before sitting up, scratching the back of your head, and looking around your bedroom.

Cyno chuckles. “Morning, sleepyhead. How was your sleep?” Cyno asks softly, stroking your hair while you lean against his leg.

“‘M tried,” you reply, closing your eyes.

Tighnari snaps his fingers in front of your face, startling you. “Don’t fall asleep on us now, [Y/N]. Today’s the day when you go out and explore the ruins, remember?” He pokes your forehead lightly.

You nod in response. “I know, Tighnari. I’m just…. Trying my best to wake up right now. I’m still groggy from my sleep,” you say softly. “I’m going to need to drink some coffee when I get downstairs.”

You get off your bed and walk to your dresser to pull out appropriate clothing for adventuring. You won’t be surrounded by woods or grass, so you wouldn’t need to worry much about coverage. But then again, you’re not entirely sure what the weather will be like at Stormterror’s Lair. You shrug your shoulders and continue picking out a t-shirt and shorts to change into for your exploration.

You walk to your bathroom and quickly change your clothes, brush the knot out of your hair, brush your teeth, and put on deodorant. Maybe deciding to explore the Stormterror’s Lair was a mistake because getting up this early in the morning is awful. Yes, you have gotten up earlier for the Akademiya, but today was not the day. When you step out of your bathroom, Baizhu is waiting for you with Cyno and Tighnari.

“You look sleepy. Did you not sleep well last night?” Baizhu asks, looking at you worriedly when you approach them.

You rub your eyes and yawn. “I’ll be okay after I drink some coffee, Baizhu. I need more sleep, but I think once we’re at the Stormterror’s Lair, I should be a little bit awake,” you reply. You grab the three men’s hands and pull them to your bedroom door. “Let’s go downstairs for breakfast. I believe the others are waiting for us?” You ask.

The three men nod, letting you pull them downstairs with you. Even though you’re going to be out on your own for a few hours, the men aren’t exactly prepared to let you go out on your own. You’re an adult, and you can do whatever you want! They’re glad that you ask for them to join you on the first part of your exploration to eliminate the monsters roaming around the Stormterror’s Lair.

But hey, you will be carrying the teapot with you on your adventure! You can return to the abode whenever you want or when you lose interest in exploring the ruins by yourself. Once the men get rid of the monsters roaming around the Stormterror’s Lair, there won’t be much to see other than the crumbling architecture.

You, Baizhu, Tighnari, and Cyno step into the dining room and see everyone sitting and waiting for the four of you to join for breakfast. Thoma’s eyes light up, and he gets up from his seat before walking over to the lunch box he has packed for you and walks to you, handing the lunch bag to you.

“I hope you don’t mind that I packed your favorite foods from each region. It sounds like it’s a lot, but I made sure that it’s enough to keep your tummy full,” Thoma says, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

You throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him. “Thank you, Thoma! I’ll put the lunch bag in my backpack now,” you say, pulling away from the hug and walking over to where your exploration backpack is sitting.

Once you have put your lunch bag in your exploration backpack, you walk back to the dining room and sit between Dainsleif and Kaeya. Breakfast consisted of you and the men planning how the day was going to go. Of course, once the men have eradicated the hilichurls, mitachurls, samachurls, abyss mages, slimes, and ruin guards at the Stormterro’s Lair, they will all return to the teapot, and you continue your exploration of the ruins. While you’re excited about the exploration, you’re a bit anxious since many things can go down south quickly.

Once breakfast was over, and dishes were washed and dried, you all set out to the Stormterror’s Lair.

Now here you are, sitting on the edge of a cliff that looks out at the view of the Stormterror’s Lair with the teapot in your lap. You watch the men split into groups to take down the enemies from a distance. You love watching the men in action; it’s entertaining and mesmerizing to you— especially when you watch them use their elemental skills or bursts. Your favorite is watching Zhongli use his burst from afar because of how terrifying and mesmerizing it looks. It’s huge!

The sky suddenly turns dark, and you see the meteor falling from the sky, and a loud boom echoes through the ruins—your hair whips around your face from the massive gust of wind from the shockwave.

“Are you guys done?” You call out once everything has settled down.

You get up from the ground and dust dirt off your clothes, fixing your hair and watching all of the men walk to the nearest waypoint to teleport to where you’re standing. You turn around and see the men standing there, dusting their clothes off and acting like they didn’t eradicate an entire population of monsters in the Stormterror’s Lair.

You cover the bottom half of your face with your hand when you feel your cheeks warm up. Gosh, these men are so attractive. You don’t know how you managed to score all twenty-five of them for yourself. The men walk toward you; the closer they approach, the more your face warms up, and your heartbeat starts to pick up its pace.

Zhongli tilts his head to the side, gazing at you worriedly. “Dearest? Are you alright?” Zhongli asks. Zhongli’s deep voice sends tingles down your spine; goosebumps appear on your arms, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Damn, now is not the time to act like a cat in heat.

You audibly gulped, nodding in response to Zhongli’s question. “Yes, I’m fine! There’s nothing wrong with me at all!” You squeak. “Thank you, all, for eliminating the monsters that are wandering around the Stormterror’s Lair! Now I can peacefully explore the ruins without having to worry about getting smacked in the head by a hilichurl,” you say, rubbing your neck.

Xiao places his hand on your forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re burning up, and I can feel it through my gloves,” Xiao says, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms over his chest.

You squeak, “Of course, I’m fine! I’ve been sitting under the sun, so it must be the heat from the sun that’s making me feel hot.” You fan yourself to make it look more convincing.

Diluc sighs. “I guess we should’ve brought a hat for you to wear for your adventuring,” Diluc murmurs, closing his eyes.

“Oh, no, no! Don’t worry about me! I’ll make sure not to stay out in the sun for too long and to stand in the shadows or under the pillars to cool down,” you say. “Plus, it’s quite windy here, so you guys won’t need to worry about me overheating,” you smile at the men innocently.

The twenty-six of you stand there in silence, listening to the wind howl and whistle. It seems like none of the men wanted to leave you alone just yet. You know your exploration around the ruins isn’t going to be interrupted by ruin guards and hilichurls, so you brought your music player with you. Al Haitham has gifted it to you for getting straight A’s in the Akademiya and for getting an award for your grades.

“We should get going; we don’t want to hold you back on your exploration,” Kazuha says, smiling at you.

Gorou frowns, his ears flattening on his head. “We’re going to miss you. Please be safe while exploring the ruins,” Gorou whimpers.

You pout and let go of the teapot, allowing it to hover in the air while you wrap your arms around Gorou’s waist. “I’ll be okay! I’ll see you all later this afternoon, I promise! I don’t plan on staying out late,” you say, pressing your lips on his cheeks.

You release Gorou to give each man a hug before they all enter the teapot. You wave at them and look out to the Stormterror’s Lair, waiting for everyone to go inside the teapot. You’re excited to explore, but watching them leave kind of hurts. Once everyone went into the teapot, you grabbed the teapot and began your journey in the ruins that were once Old Mondstadt. You stand on the bridge that leads to the crumbling building and put the teapot down while plugging your headphones into the music player.

You begin blasting music in your ears, picking the teapot up, and continuing your journey around the ruins. You entered the Stormterror’s Lair and surveyed your surroundings. It’s eerily beautiful. You would say that it’s quiet, aside from the sound of the howling winds, but you have music blasting in your ears that blocks out the sounds.

You close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the music. Twirling around in the center of the Stormterror’s Lair with the wind blowing in your hair, you hum and dance and sway to the music blasting in your headphones. Maybe you shouldn’t be dancing in the ruins, but you were caught in the music to notice two people lingering in the shadows, watching you enjoy yourself. You let the teapot float in the center of the building, stretching your arms in the air, sighing with contentment when the cool breeze blows through your hair, cooling down your heating neck.

You turn to walk to where the teapot is floating, only to bump into a chest, causing you to stumble back. You pause your music and look at the person with wide eyes. Dainsleif and Kaeya stare at you with amusement, the corners of their lips quirking up. You clear your throat and pucker your lips, taking your headphones off. You peek up from their shoulders to make sure the teapot is still there. You sigh in relief; the teapot is safe and sound.

You look at Dainsleif and Kaeya. “Not that I don’t want to see you two or am disappointed in seeing you, but what are you guys doing here?” You ask.

Kaeya smiles and caresses your face. “We wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice our presence,” Kaeya replies, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

You blink at Kaeya and Dainsleif owlishly; your mouth is agape. “I thought both of you returned to the abode with the others,” you squeak.

Dainsleif lets out a thoughtful hum and runs his hands through his soft blond locks. “We did, but it was for a brief moment before returning to the Stormterror’s Lair,” Dainsleif answers.

You squint at the two men before you. “And do they know about your sudden disappearance?” You ask.

Kaeya and Dainsleif shake their heads simultaneously. You prop your hands on your hips with a huff of breath. How dare they follow you to the ruins when the others have retreated to the teapot after eliminating the monsters that were roaming around the Stormterror’s Lair. You’re not upset with them. You’re upset (well, upset isn’t the correct word, more the best way to describe how you’re feeling currently would be embarrassed) over the fact that Kaeya and Dainsleif witnessed you dancing and getting lost in the music that was blasting in your headphones.

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek. “So, you two are stowaways,” you murmur, narrowing your eyes at them. “Stowaway isn’t the correct word since we’re not on boats or ships, but you two get the gist,” you say, tapping your index finger on your hips.

Kaeya laughs and pinches your cheek. “Come on, now, kitten. Do you not miss us?” Kaeya coos, raising an eyebrow at you.

You bat Kaeya’s hand away from your face and look away with your arms over your chest. “Of course, I miss you two and the others! But you two are here, and the others are unaware of it! It’s not fair for them,” you declare.

“You have been spending time with some of them individually or as a group of three. Are we not allowed to do the same?” Dainsleif asks.

Heat rushes to your face after hearing Dainsleif’s response. You have an inkling feeling that Dainsleif and Kaeya may or may not know where these hangouts tend to lead towards. Then again, you’re sure everyone in the estate knows how the hangouts typically end. Gosh, now that you think about it, if the citizens of Teyvat knew about it, they would be clutching their Sango pearls.

Kaeya takes a step toward you, and you take a step back. “Speaking of spending time with them individually or as a group of three,” Kaeya trails off, licking his lips, “what do you do when you hang out with them?”

“Uh, well, depending on who I’m with, we do things differently compared to if I were to hang out with someone else!” You squeak.

Dainsleif tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you. “And what did you and Albedo do compared to when you, Lord Ayato, and Thoma were in Inazuma together?” Dainsleif questions.

Dear archons. It’s like you’re being put on the hot seat. While these questions are easy to answer, you’re hoping they don’t press on any further. You don’t think your heart and pride can take it any longer if Dainsleif and Kaeya continue to press you on about the hangouts between you and certain individuals. Though, what’s there to be embarrassed about when everyone in the estate knows how the hangouts and “assistance” ends. Even if these little hangouts end with you and one of (or two of) the men balls deep inside of you, you did assist them with tasks. So, that’s something you can’t make up because it’s true! You did help them with their duties before finding yourself bent over a table or getting railed in the pantry of the Kamisato Estate.

You poke Kaeya in the chest with your index finger. “Albedo and I were conducting experiments! As for Ayato and Thoma, I assisted them with their duties at the Kamisato Estate. Did you know that Thoma gets up at the crack of dawn to start on his duties at the Kamisato Estate?” You ask, scratching your chin.

You don’t realize you’re rambling until Kaeya caresses your face in his hands and shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours. You shut your eyes and kiss Kaeya back, your hands reaching to grab his shirt, pulling him closer to you. You’re so occupied with Kaeya you don’t hear Dainsleif walking closer to you and Kaeya and standing behind you.

Dainsleif grabs your face and makes you face his direction, breaking the kiss between you and Kaeya. Dainsleif presses his lips against yours, and he clutches your hair while Kaeya trails his lips down your jaws and toward your neck, pressing light kisses and sucking on your neck. Your, Dainsleif, and Kaeya’s breathing becomes erratic the more the kiss continues. Kaeya and Dainsleif sandwich you between their bodies, allowing you to feel their erect cocks pressing up against your groin and ass.

You break the kiss between you and Dainsleif, panting. “We can’t do it here,” you say breathlessly.

Kaeya sucks on the skin below your jaws. “And why’s that? You, Lord Ayato, and Thoma didn’t have an issue with having sex in a public bathhouse,” Kaeya purrs.

Your breath gets caught in your throat after hearing Kaeya’s comment. How in the world did he know about that?! Did Ayato and Thoma tell the others about your little activities when the three of you returned to the abode? Kaeya lets out a breathy chuckle when he feels you freeze underneath his lips after hearing his comment. Oh, come on, just because these men get to have their fun with you doesn’t mean he and Dainsleif can’t have their part of the fun.

You bite your lips to muffle your moan when Kaeya sucks on the sweet spot on your neck. You tighten your grip on Kaeya’s shirt and rest your head against Dainsleif’s chest. Dainsleif massages your hips and slips his hands underneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine when his gloved hands make contact with your skin.

You gulp. “If you two are going to fuck me, might as well do it somewhere where it’s not out in the open where the rest of Teyvat can see,” you huff.

“Seems reasonable enough,” Dainsleif says.

Dainsleif wraps his arms around your waist and carries you toward the pillar. You clutch Dainsleif’s jacket tightly and shake your head.

“Dainsleif, I don’t think this is safe. I don’t want either of us to plummet to our deaths while the both of you are railing me simultaneously,” you say, tugging on his coat lightly.

Kaeya chuckles. “If that’s what you’re worried about, then how about we do it in the center of the Stormterror’s Lair?” Kaeya suggests, walking over to the teapot and moving it to the side of the crumbling building.

Dainsleif kneels and has you sprawling out on the glowing center of the Stormterror’s Lair. You can’t help but feel titillated at the thought of being railed in the Stormterror’s Lair by Kaeya and Dainsleif. The men can step out from the teapot any time and catch the three of you in the act, or some poor adventurer can walk in on Dainsleif and Kaeya balls deep inside of you in the center of the Stormterror’s Lair.

You whisper, “Having sex in the center of this…. Glowing floor is like having witchcraft sex,” you mutter mindlessly.

Dainsleif pauses above you and gazes at you with amusement, the corners of his lips quirking up at your comment. You and Dainsleif gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment before Kaeya kneels above your head.

“What an interesting observation, [Y/N],” Dainsleif says, leaning down to press a quick kiss on the side of your head.

Kaeya chuckles and reaches for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up to reveal your navel. “An interesting observation it is,” Kaeya says.

You shiver when the tip of Kaeya’s fingers brush against your waist. Kaeya leans down and presses his lips against your neck, bunching your shirt up to your mid-torso and sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys behind. Dainsleif cages you between his body and the floor with his arms; he leans down and begins to leave love bites behind on the other side of your neck that wasn’t occupied by Kaeya.

Dainsleif places his gloved hand on your chest and squeezes them gently. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hold back a breathy moan when Dainsleif wraps both your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing up against your core. Kaeya slips your shirt off your body and turns your head to face his direction. He removes your hand from your mouth and presses his lips against yours.

Dainsleif continues to litter your neck with hickeys, occasionally grounding his hips against yours, sending shockwaves of pleasure down your spine when you can feel his cock rub against your swollen ball of nerves. Dainsleif pulls away from your neck, takes his gloves off before he reaches for your shorts, and slips his hands underneath the hems of your pants and underwear. You shiver when you feel his skin against yours.

Dainsleif takes your shorts off first, leaving you only in your underwear, almost completely exposed to both Kaeya and Dainsleif. You break the kiss between you and Kaeya, propping yourself up on the ground and narrowing your eyes at the two men with a huff.

“So, I’m going to be the only one naked while the both of you are fully clothed? How unfair,” you groused, sitting on the floor and hugging your knees to your chest.

Dainsleif stands up, towering over you. “Then what do you suggest?” Dainsleif asks as Kaeya stands beside him with his hands propped on his hips.

You grab their shirts and tug on them with a pout. “Start stripping, pretty boys. If you two want to repopulate Khaenri'ah and bring back your nation with me, you two might as well start stripping and fucking me now. Unless you two prefer Pierro and me to do that instead? There’s a small rumor saying he’s of Khaenri'ah descent as well,” you stroke your chin, biting back the shit-eating grin that was threatening to appear on your face.

Kaeya and Dainsleif’s expressions turn sour for a brief moment before the two start taking their clothes off one by one. You watch their cloaks, shirts, vests, and gloves fall to the ground. The unfortunate thing was they weren’t almost fully exposed like you. They’re naked in the top half but still clothed in the bottom half. Judging by the looks on their faces, you can tell Kaeya and Dainsleif did not appreciate you bringing up the first Harbinger before the two of them rail you into oblivion. Hey, whatever gets their engine going, having your insides wrecked by the two of them sounds like a dream coming true.

Dainsleif grabs your wrist and pulls you off the ground. Dainsleif wraps one arm around your waist, caressing your face with the other before pressing his lips against yours. You tangle your fingers in his soft blond hair. Kaeya presses his bare chest against your bare back, sliding both his hands up to your chest and squeezing them, grounding his erect cock against your ass.

Kaeya slides his hand down your stomach and slips his hands into your panties, rubbing and stroking your folds. You jolt in their arms, breaking the kiss between you and Dainsleif, your head resting on Kaeya’s shoulders. Kaeya inserts his index and middle finger into your entrance. You tense up at the intrusion, your nails digging into Dainsleif’s biceps.

“Oh, fuck, Kaeya,” you moan breathlessly.

Kaeya nibbles on your earlobe, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace. “You like that, huh?” Kaeya asks, the corners of his lips curving up.

You bite on your bottom lip and nod. “I do, I really do—” Kaeya’s fingers reach the sweet spot inside you, making you squeal and tense up. “Kaeya!” You whine, feeling your entrance squeezing around his fingers.

Kaeya smirks and pulls his fingers out from inside of you, ignoring your whines of protest. Kaeya begins pinching and squeezing the engorged ball of nerves between your legs. Dainsleif starts unbuckling his belt with one hand and pressing you against his chest with the other. Kaeya follows suit, releasing your breast from his grip and unbuckling his belt with one hand. At the same time, the other hand continues to pinch and twist your throbbing ball of nerves.

Your eyes widen when you realize Kaeya and Dainsleif are planning on taking you at the same time, in the same hole. You don’t think your entrance can stretch out that far unless it’s for birthing a baby.

You grab Kaeya and Dainsleif’s biceps. “Wait a minute. Are you two going to be occupying the same hole at the same time?!” You squeak, looking at Dainsleif and Kaeya nervously.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure Kaeya has prepped you enough for you to fit both of us inside of you,” Dainsleif says nonchalantly.

You shake your head. “Just don’t tear me to shreds,” you sigh.

Kaeya laughs quietly. “I can’t promise you that, kitten,” Kaeya pinches your cheek lightly.

You sigh for the umpteenth time and close your eyes, resting your head on Kaeya’s shoulders. Dainsleif lifts your leg to his waist, tapping his thick, hot cock on your folds, coating them in your click. You shiver and mentally prepare yourself for Dainsleif to insert his cock into you.

Kaeya fondles your chest, squeezing and massaging them. Kaeya releases your swollen bundle of nerves. You nearly shout in protest, but your objection gets caught in your throat when you feel the mushroom tip of Dainsleif’s cock nudge your entrance.

Dainsleif looks at you. “Are you ready?” Dainsleif asks.

You suck in a breath and nod. “I can’t really back out of it. I did say I would help you and Kaeya repopulate Khaenri'ah,” you say jokingly.

After hearing your teasing response, a smile appears on Dainsleif and Kaeya’s faces. Kaeya presses his lips on your shoulders, holding your hand. You squeeze Kaeya’s hands and watch the pretty pink tip of Dainsleif’s cock slowly enter your sopping-wet entrance. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, and you squirm in Kaeya’s arms and squeeze your eyes shut. If you didn’t expect Dainsleif to stretch you out this much, then you’re definitely not prepared to be stretched out even more by Kaeya’s cock. Dainsleif presses his hips against yours, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Kaeya huffs through his nostrils. “No need to hog [Y/N] to yourself, Dainsleif. It’s rude not to share,” Kaeya says, stretching your right leg outward before positioning his cock near your entrance where Dainsleif’s cock is sheathed inside you.

Dainsleif rolls his eyes. “At least let them adjust to my size before you intrude,” Dainsleif grumbles.

Kaeya holds his hands up as if he’s surrendering to Dainsleif. “Fine, I’ll allow you to have your little fun with [Y/N] for the next three minutes, but once the time is up, I’ll be joining in,” Kaeya says.

Dainsleif ignores Kaeya’s comment and begins to thrust into your warm entrance. You pull Dainsleif closer to you and wrap your arms over his shoulders, clenching your jaws each time the tip of Dainsleif’s cock hits the sweet spot inside you. Dainsleif grounds his hips against yours, his pubic bone rubbing up against your aching ball of nerves. A strained whimper escapes from your lips, your head falling back on Kaeya’s shoulders.

Dainsleif tightens his grip on your waist and begins to hammer his cock in and out of your heat. The man before you lets out a string of moans, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, and rams his cock into you repeatedly. Each time the bulbous tip of Dainsleif’s cock batters your cervix, your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your toes curl.

One thrust nearly sent you over the edge, your entrance squeezing around Dainsleif’s dick tightly, and you let out a loud wail while digging your nails into his shoulders. While Dainsleif is occupied with ramming his cock inside your wet entrance, Kaeya takes advantage of Dainsleif’s distraction and covers his cock with your slick.

The loud squelching of Dainsleif’s cock ramming inside you echoes the Stormterror’s Lair, blocking out the sound of your and Dainsleif’s mingling moans. Your soft whimpers and whines of Dainsleif’s name drive him crazy, making him thrust harder and faster into your welcoming heat. Dainsleif grabs underneath your chin, tilts your head upward, and slams his lips against yours without stopping his thrusts.

Kaeya stretches your leg outward, and Dainsleif slows his thrusts. Dainsleif comes to a complete stop and pulls away from the kiss, panting. Kaeya slowly puts the tip of his dick inside the hole where Dainsleif’s cock is nestled. Kaeya presses his chest against your sweaty back, pushing his cock inside you.

You hiss and squirm in their grasp, whining and whimpering about the painful stretch. Your face pinches up with pain, your body tensing up when your entrance is being stretched even more than you have anticipated. You dig your nails into Dainsleif’s back and Kaeya’s biceps, leaving crescent shapes on their skin.

“You’re so tight,” Kaeya grunts, pressing his forehead against the back of your head and squeezing his eyes shut as he continues to slip the rest of his cock inside your entrance.

Your eyes blur with tears, and you whimper. “This hurts, this hurts. It’s too much!” You whine.

Kaeya lets out a deep groan when his cock is fully sheathed inside of your wet heat, his chest heaving with each breath he takes. Kaeya and Dainsleif let you adjust to having both their cocks inside of your stretched hole, occasionally shooting each other glares from over your shoulders. Once you gave them the signal to start, Kaeya thrusts up into you, nudging Dainsleif’s cock with his and your cervix with the tip of his cock. The three of you groan simultaneously when your entrance tightens around their long, thick cocks. Kaeya tangles his right hand into your hair, tugs on it, turns your head to face his direction and slams his lips against yours while hammering his cock into you over and over.

“Oh, fuck!” You gasp against Kaeya’s lips when Dainsleif thrusts inside of you, making sure to rub his pubic bone against your throbbing nub.

Dainsleif buries his face into your neck, biting, licking, and sucking on your neck. Dainsleif and Kaeya decide to have an unspoken competition with each other. Whoever fucks you the hardest, makes you cum the hardest, and make you moan the loudest, is the winner. It’s petty and childish, but they don’t care because as long as they hear those pretty sounds coming from you, Kaeya and Dainsleif will continue to do what they’re doing to listen to it over and over again.

Kaeya and Dainsleif begin to plunge their cocks in and out of you at different paces, making you writhe in their arms, your legs kicking in place while they fuck their hard cocks deep inside you. Frustrated with you squirming around, Kaeya and Dainsleif grab your legs and spread them far and wide apart while continuing what they’re doing.

You pull away from the kiss, panting and whimpering while Dainsleif and Kaeya plunge their cocks in and out of you at a rapid pace.

“Kaeya! Dainsleif! It’s too much!” You squeal, saliva trailing down the side of your lips. “I don’t think I can hold on any longer!” You whine, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Kaeya chuckles and kisses the side of your head. “Oh, come on, pretty. I think you can last a little bit longer,” Kaeya coos, clenching his jaws and pressing his hips hard against yours, groaning.

Dainsleif lets out a breathy chuckle. “Besides, aren’t you the one that suggests we repopulate Khaenri'ah?”

“Yeah? Aren’t you?” Kaeya asks, nosing your jaws and breathing in the smell of your shampoo and conditioner.

You whine and nod. “Yes, I am,” you pout, your bottom lip trembling the more Dainsleif and Kaeya thrusts into you.

You can feel your impending orgasm, a tight coil forming in your lower abdomen, ready to unravel at any moment. You didn’t think Dainsleif and Kaeya could go any faster, but they somehow proved you wrong. Kaeya and Dainsleif drill their cocks into you, pressing their hips against yours hard, chasing their release. The walls of your sopping-wet entrance clench around their cocks as the tight coil in your lower abdomen tighten and snaps.

Your head falls back, your mouth opens in a silent scream, and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum around the men’s cocks. Dainsleif and Kaeya soon pump their cum deep inside you, coating the inside of your entrance white. You go limp in their arms, breathing heavily, and your eyes are glazed over. Dainsleif and Kaeya continue to keep their cocks plugged inside you to prevent their cum from spilling out of you.

“I don’t think that’s enough to repopulate Khaenri'ah,” you breathe.

Dainsleif snorts. “Oh? Do you want a second round?” Dainsleif asks, raising his eyebrows at you as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

You blink at the blond man and look around. The sun has yet to set. It seems like time barely passed when Dainsleif and Kaeya witnessed you getting lost in the music blasting through your headphones. Fuck it.

You shrug your shoulders. “I think we still have some time before we need to return to the abode. Plus, the Stormterror’s Lair is pretty big,” you murmur, deep in thought.

Kaeya’s eyes widen. “Are you implying we should fuck you in every place and surface in the Stormterror’s Lair?” Kaeya asks.

You purse your lips. “I mean…. We still have time, and there’s plenty of places to explore here,” you trail off.

Dainsleif and Kaeya look at each other for a brief moment.

“We’ll take you up on that offer,” Dainsleif says, wiping saliva off the corner of your lips with a faint smirk on his face.

You don’t know how many rounds you’ll need to repopulate Khaenri'ah with Dainsleif and Kaeya, but it’s an honor to test to see how many rounds it takes for you to lose your voice entirely and how much cum Kaeya and Dainsleif can stuff inside you before having to return to the estate.

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cheemscakecat · 1 month

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About Omniman and Debbie dating…

Spoilers

I headcanon that the reason why Debbie gave him a second date is because she had no idea he was an alien on the first.

“Our first date was 20 years ago, Nolan.”

“Oh. Mostly I remember you dumping me right after.”

”Oh yeah, because you were a ****.”

“Come on, I flew you to Rome!”

“Yeah, and you expected me to worship you because of it.”

So we hear the Viltrumite cover story when Nolan is explaining where he’s from to Mark. We can assume that Cecil and maybe the Guardians knew about Omniman being an alien, but we can’t say the same for the human public.

I’m sure the cover story was eventually spread around for the in-universe comics or whatever superhero interviews he had, but we don’t know exactly when that happened.

She said he only got another date when she saw him save kids on the news, but that could be an exaggeration. People that have been married for a long time tend to tease each other and say odd things, and I think that’s what she was doing.

Here’s what I think actually happened:

Nolan saved Debbie from getting crushed, and they struck up a long enough conversation to set up a date. At this point, she had no reason to think that he wasn’t a human superhero, because those and human supervillains are the majority on Earth. And Viltrumites look human.

But our guy here is from fascist Viltrum, and their culture and language centers around war, conquest, and power; they also had a mere 50 people left in their population from the plague, so repopulating was [and still is] top priority.

Nolan was way too impatient and trying to woo her using his instincts. … Which are to talk using the authoritarian soldier tone of his people, and prove himself a worthy mate by exhibiting his powers.

Debbie got the vibe that he was some narcissistic human superhero with red flags, so she decided one date was more than enough.

Our fella spent a few weeks trying to puzzle out why this tiny human female rejected him [the equivalent of a few days of deep thought]. At first, he was offended that something so weak was unimpressed by Viltrumite speed and strength. Eventually, he couldn’t stop feeling how attractive it was for something so helpless to be so feisty and courageous like a Viltrumite female. And also to be sweet and disarming when in a good mood, unlike the females of his race who were always seen with the same unapproachable and serious body language and speech no matter how happy they were.

[Not that he understood these feelings. He just understood the need to win this woman over.]

So one day Debbie opens her front door to Omniman in civilian clothes, standing like this:

And the first thing bro says is

“I’m here to request a rematch.”

And so she’s like:

“…You’re what?”

”A rematch… of that dinner. From before.”

“You mean a second chance?”

She practically hears the dial up noises in this man’s head as he tries to puzzle out a response to that.

“I believe so. Yes.”

And that’s when something clicks in her head and she remembers that aliens exist, and that Omniman kind of showed up out of no where. That’s how she got the idea to ask him if he was human or not, and got a hushed admission that he’s from off-planet.

At the baseball game she was frustrated but not that surprised that she needed to explain why the kid’s baseball game matters. I get the feeling that this isn’t the first time she had to explain a seemingly mundane Earth concept to Nolan.

But yeah, not knowing how messed up Viltrum actually is, Debbie gave Omniman a second date because she figured out he was an alien. And that meant there would be weird cultural differences, including how they try to date.

#invincible #nolan grayson #debbie grayson #headcanon #spoilers #stupid headcanons #memes #funny

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circyexistforcontent · 1 year

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what paperwork would SAGAU reader do in their free time? is it just mailing letters to loyal followers or more serious things like government affairs?

SAGAU CONCEPT: PAPERWORK AND PUBLIC AFFAIRS

❀ synopsis: even gods have to do paperwork.

❀ notes: I am winging it (meaning I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing but I'm gonna do it anyway), and I just made it to Liyue too so I'll be having a lot of fun with this. This is Liyue centered btw :]

Well, for starters yes there will be the occasional letter that one of your acolytes has sneaked into your pile of documents. But it would take days until you notice the letter due to how high the papers are stacked.

Anyways, most of the time it is serious. Sagau darling is usually written to have an abode on Liyue and I like to think it's because that's where most of their work is related to. Due to the fact that Rex Lapis has recently been "assassinated" and during the Rite of Descension he would give advice on how to handle the trade of the coming year.

Well, since they can't get any predictions from the Geo Archon anymore they would always request for sagau darlings' presence to help them manage the trading system, to the point darling just decided "Fuck it, I'll be putting my focus on Liyue now". So now sagau darling is just there managing governmental projects and attending diplomatic meetings to discuss Liyue's finances.

Sagau darling still has to travel across different nations too since there is also Monstadt which doesn't have an active archon. But they are better at managing themselves since it's been like that for a long time. Still, you have to occasionally check up on them.

Back to Liyue, when I say governmental projects it can scale to "Wait, this is actually work" to a "I just want to have a talk with the person who made this idea". Most of the time it's the latter. Sometimes you want to bash your head onto your study table when you read the ideas. No your not signing the permit, and no your not going to allow the idiots to try and demolish a domain to replace it with a factory.

Zhongli feels guilty to see how stressed you are with managing his nation and even suggested taking the mantle as Geo Archon again if it means you will be pleased. You tiredly assure him that there is no need (because you don't want to fuck up the storyline even more) and that it's only natural for you to take care of all of Teyvat.

Meetings are usually centered around trading and finance managing, but they would also be about how you will handle the Fatui and the Treasure hoarders. You have to be very careful with what you say about the Fatui because while most people will trust your word, some won't be too kind about it and will accuse you of putting the citizens in danger. Treasure hoarders will still be treated as criminals but you get to decide their punishment.

Ningguang helps you with whatever business you might be starting. She will even help you lessen your workload and would shut down any sort of rumor connected to you. If you need some time off she will set a schedule for you to help manage your time properly.

Xiao and Ganyu don't know how to help you in this situation, well, maybe Ganyu knows what to do and might even lend you a helping hand. But what the two do know is crowd control. With you being a very famous figure (you are GOD in this world) people will be chasing after you, begging for good fortune and true love. There would be offerings handed to you in person as they say their wishes. And there is some who just want to ask confirmation if a certain rumor is true.

In that case, the two will do their best to guard you. Xiao will be harsher than Ganyu who is trying to be formal in reminding the people that you want to have space. He will push, and even threaten them with his polearm that he will consider their invasion of privacy an active threat to his grace. And that he won't hesitate to follow through with the regulation if they continue to bother you.

But that's about it, I really have nothing to say other than you're very stressed and might have grown white hairs with how much work you have. You can send more ask about this idea but just to let you know I'm not a government worker (yet) and my ideas are probably wrong.

Imagine mixing the time dilation concept with this omg poor reader-

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

pairing: Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

concept: Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: yandere!Ari, soft dark Ari, soft!dom!Ari, desire, exhibition (lake smut), body worship, lust, stalking, soft handjob smut, poetic smut - p in v smut, unprotected sex, possessive behaviour, Masturbating, obsessive behavior, kisses, orgasms because Ari is Ari, nicknames = Sunshine

a/n: It's for Synth's Writer's Camp, @syntheticavenger, thank you so much for your guidance and I am always in awe of your storytelling.

This fic is also dedicated to @ lookiamtryingbecause you have been a constant source of support for me, and our silly rants about our men inspired Park Ranger Ari.

gif by the lovely @ lilacevansI adore you and appreciate you making me this gif

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel

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There is no ribbon to bind me down underwater. I can feel nothing on my body.

Before running to the water, you glanced around, knowing your nudity. A smile spread across your face as you felt the refreshing sensation on your skin.

Your body glides smoothly over the surface of the water as you dive and slide through it with ease. Swimming through the shimmering waters, you saw swirls of light and ripples of gold encircling you.

Your visit to the lake was a joy because of its vibrant blue color, but also because of the crisp, piney scent in the air.

The waves created an ambient noise.

Your entire head was immersed, and there was no sound reverberating around you. It was a peaceful underwater world, and you needed that serenity. Over the last couple of weeks, there has been chaos, so you decided it was time to find peace and tranquility.

You immediately felt the coolness, flushes, and silkiness of the water as it travelled from your hair to your skin.

In her art, she is dressed in the warm sunlight that dances on her skin

Sunlight illuminated the lake where his lady was swimming, glistening like pearls off the water. A mythical mermaid emerges from the water after diving and resurfacing with curves that sparkle across the surface. Your shoulders and nipples pierced the surface of the water. Your hair fanned back as you broke the surface.

It is a beautiful sight to see.

All he needs is your touch and closeness.

You glow like a siren in the sun with the light reflecting off your damp skin.

There is a burning sensation in my body and the water is cleansing for his touch to rekindle his mark on me

Closing your eyes, you enter a dreamlike world.

There is still a sense of Ari around you. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, and his breath caresses your neck. You feel comforted by the way his strong arms embrace you.

You can picture how his soft, large hands grasp you. His fingers trace patterns from your elbow to your fingertips as he trails them along your arm. Your fingers are entwined in his, his eyes twinkling as he surrounds them with his thick ones.

Every time the water whispers memories around your body, you feel every touch of his hands as they drift over you, making you tremble and shiver for his touch.

While your eyes were still closed, a light splash landed in the center of the lake. Trees and clouds that framed the lake were distorted as he approached.

Call of love's siren.

You steadied your gaze on the slowly approaching ripples with your right arm grasping your right breast and your elbow covering the left.

Inhaling deeply and letting go of your tense muscles, you let the air out of your lungs.

A second splash.

Ari slapped the water from the same direction even though he was only a few feet away. From the rippled craters in the water, you watched a slow movement gradually creep toward your position while cupping your breasts tenderly. The only thing moving in your body was your breathing. You were paralyzed as the water around you cooled down, sending a shock of silent shivers through your nerve tunnels.

When you opened your eyes and smiled, you saw crystal blue eyes in front of you.

Seeing the sunlight brightening your eyes, he touches your body. You feel the heat of Ari's hands brushing against your skin as the water ripples over your shoulders and encircles your waist.

“Sweet Sweet Sunshine, I am here to take all the thoughts in your pretty head and make them only about me.”

His mouth is also warm, a softness that draws you in as he nibbles across the arching bow of your upper lip.

My love for you is more than a thousand words.

His hands trace the curves and dips of your silhouette. His hands find your bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist. There is a slight twitch in his hips, and there is a small amount of friction that is enjoyable-but not enough to satisfy him. After breaking the kiss, Ari ducks his head and kisses the tops of your breasts as they rise out of the water with your back arching.

As your hands skim over his forearms and biceps, he feels his pectoral muscles bunch as he cradles you in the water, positioning you according to his taste.

Being in his arms in this beautiful water is freedom.

He stares at your loving gaze as you cup his face and stroke his hair, leaving a trace of water on his cheeks.

Whenever I kiss you, I feel as hot as fire and I will never get tired of your lovely scent.

Taking him hard in your hand, you tease him around your entrance, watching his chest quiver with small breaths. Taking hold of his length, your fingers feel the tingle of hunger as he squeezes impatiently against your hips.

As he steadily moves into your body, you exhale as you gasp for breath, sparking heat and sensation up your spine. Slowly, he presses into you, creating a long, sinuous curve that extends throughout your body. Soft moans followed by ripples of water almost completely obscuring your bodies.

You can feel Ari's hands everywhere—stroking over your nipples, pressing into your back's dimples, grounding your spirit, encouraging you, and always being there for you. He sucks his lower lip into yours in response to your soft moan.

Placing your forehead against his, you whisper, "You feel amazing, Ranger," and he nods.

A world of waters awaits Ari and you

With his hands sliding down to the front of his pants, Ari clutches himself through denim. It's like he's there with you, sneaking into the lake and putting his arms around you from behind. It is impossible that he is imagining the way you look at him, the way you did when you checked into the park.

No, why would you come to his park to undress? It's clear to him that you came for him.

The skin on your body is very soft. He knows that because he felt it when you signed your name on the sign in sheet and your fingers touched. His mind wanders to how it would be to be pressed up against you, bare-chested, nothing but skin and lips, as he has pictured it in his jeep at the nature trails searching for you.

He groans harder, breathing heavily. The echoes of the forest do little to muffle the moan. He wants badly to feel your thighs around his waist and your arms around his neck, something imagination cannot quite capture: slipping into you.

His desire to know these things has been long-held, and now he has a sudden image in front of him, accompanied by the knowledge that you are so nearby that he could very easily jump all the rocks and go into the lake with you. The only one who can have you is him.

His hand ceases to knead, and he reluctantly pulls it away.

In spite of his body's cries for stimulation, he forces himself to control those desires.

Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

Tonight is a pleasure to be in, but it isn't now. His love for you can be expressed to him when he comes down to your tent for dinner. That's why you teased him this afternoon, he knows.

His gaze returns to you once more.

You seem at peace. You seem so relaxed.

During your stay, he will ensure you have the most relaxed experience of your life. Using his body and love, he will relieve your stress.

In the future, you two will be able to tell the kids about your camping adventure.

His pleasure is in the woods, and you will be the wind he welcomes with peace

The words echoed on the breeze, softly, gently, almost too faint to hear. You look around nervously, fingering your knife without thinking. By the full moon, shadows dance between the trees.The fire crackles and sparks fly into the air, a piece of burned wood falling and sending more sparks flying.

The fire is reflecting in the blue eyes of the ranger as he carries a rope in his hands and is ready to tie you down. He will make sure you both live until the end because you are his pearl of light and you will not swim away from him this time.

In this dark blue night sky, you will be his ride and and journey to every part of this park. because a ranger needs someone to share the beauty of nature with.

His shadow would no longer surround him, but you would be on your knees for him every blue day and night.

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hoenn-pride · 8 months

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Man do you ever just think about how.... hardenshipping was ALWAYS going to be the natural conclusion of the game from the moment they sat down and decided that the gimmick of the region was going to have two warring teams.

Like hardenshipping has some sort of pre-baked, innate canonicity with the way that Pokemon games always resolve themselves. Especially as it pertains to the way the Hoenn region was designed.

What I mean by this is,

In Pokemon, the lesson is always "working together makes us stronger." It is always about the power of friendship, it is always about found families, it is always about settling differences with love etc etc etc. Except. This is on STEROIDS in the Hoenn region because this is a theme and a message that was deliberately sought out when they designed the game.

The Hoenn region is a region of duality. It is all about opposites and counterbalance. The names of the cities are mostly two words put together as opposed to color names in the past. Team Aqua and Team Magma. Groudon and Kyogre. Plusle and Minun. Latios and Latias. Solrock and Lunatone. Zangoose and Seviper. Volbeat and Illumise. How Wurmple can evolve into either Silcoon or Cascoon. How Clamperl can evolve into either Huntail or Gorebyss, making both of those sets of Pokemon counterparts to one another.

The REGION itself is split almost evenly in physical makeup between land and water. Which is what made it seem like there was a shit ton of water because there was. There has never been as much water in a Pokemon game as there was in Hoenn, and it was because they were physically trying to balance the water and the land. There's a giant uninhabitable volcano in the center of the region perfectly counterbalanced on the map by a giant, habitable crater in the center of the ocean. Complements and counterparts color the entire region, often quite literally in red and blue. Like almost anywhere you look in Hoenn, it is ideologically (and sometimes physically) symmetrical in design.

The name of the region comes from love and relationships, for god's sake.

And so then you have the Hoenn region, named after a word that literally means love and relationships, being themed around this very concept, in a game series that ALREADY focuses on those things. As like. The core component of the franchise.

So the Hoenn region has "the power of love and friendship" on fucking STEROIDS.

And they DOUBLE and TRIPLE down on this metaphor that they already did not need to double and triple down on in the remakes with the inclusion of the "Hoenn Rangers Coexistence Force," whose sole existence seems only to be to call out Archie and Maxie specifically, as they are about promoting the peaceful coexistence of people, nature, and pokemon. Blatant passive-aggressive reference to Archie and Maxie, who are locked in some sort of odd, eco-ideological warfare with each other playing out over the large-scale arena of the entire fucking region.

And the fact that they canon used to be on a team together and clearly split due to their differences (you know. Like how a lot of these region's Pokemon have split evolutions and counterparts etc etc etc).

The Hoenn region is rife with all this fucking duality.

And so, naturally, the Pokemon plot does what Pokemon plots do, and uses like a 12 year old child to tell our bad guys that the power of love and friendship is actually all they need.

And for the most part, in most games, that would be where it would end. The villain and the evil team fades off into obscurity, after they learned their lesson.

Except, Archie and Maxie don't have that option. Because they have each other.

Team Rocket, while still technically present, disappears from the game after you beat them. Cyrus disappears. Ghetsis disappears. Colress just fucking hangs out with you, kind of. Lysander disappears. Lusamine disappears. I don't fucking know what Rose does but god in hell I'm sure he doesn't contribute anything meaningful. Turo and Sada go off to a different fucking reality altogether.

All of the other villains disappear because they have learned their lesson. What are they going to do? Be besties with the player in the post game? Colress is the only one who gets remotely close to this, and he's locked on a little ship in one area once you beat the game. These individual leaders rightfully learn their lesson, rightfully go off on their own to reflect and grow or go to prison or die, and we just assume that because we beat them, that's the end. There is nothing more for them to resolve, because they have resolved their conflict with us.

But not Archie and Maxie. Because Archie and Maxie's main point of conflict was not with you. It was with each other.

ALL of the other villains have NO ONE to amend with once you finish the main line story of the game, because they have already ended the conflict with you. Therefore, in all other iterations of them that exist (for example, in Masters) they can just be "Ho ho ho I am GenericEvilTeamLeader" who did a bad thing.

But not Archie and Maxie. Because Archie and Maxie were depicted having their main conflict with each other, and not you, any piece of media that wishes to depict them post-events of their games (aka, post their lessons-learned) MUST depict them together. In order to demonstrate that they have taken this lesson about the "true power of friendship" to heart, we must see them putting that into practice.

And due to the nature of Hoenn being about coexistence, natural complements, and duality, Archie and Maxie must then conclude to work together and harmonize with one another just as their opposing elements do, just as the entire rest of their fucking region does. They are the living embodiments of the inner conflict, the duality and complement and turmoil and harmony that the entire region of Hoenn was built upon.

And THIS is why, to this day, in the year of our good Groudon 2023, we are STILL getting new content of them being so close to one another. Why Pokemon Masters has just basically become Hardenshipping Truthers DLC. Because now, in order to demonstrate that Archie and Maxie have taken some semblance of their lesson to heart, they must be depicted working together. As they were always created to do.

Archie and Maxie were created to be at war with one another, but this was because they were also created to learn the lesson that they must work with one another, because that is the lesson of Hoenn, and that is the lesson of Pokemon as a whole.

So from the very moment the devs sat down and said "we are going to make two warring teams," Archie and Maxie's destinies were invariably linked together, and basically hardenshipping content was always going to be the natural conclusion of that.

They really invented gay people with this one. I just..,,

*slaps Hoenn region* this bad boy can fit so much fucking symbolism in it

#hardenshipping #thank you for coming to my fucking ted talk #magma leader maxie #aqua leader archie #pokemon oras #pokemon masters ex #rse #pokemon rse #pokemas #thank you for attending hardenshipping university

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What does a demon and a function have in common? (You can test both of their limits!) - l. yb.

a/n: happy dami day! i know the timeline of this fic is messy, but just pretend that it's all okay and I will too :) also I wrote this because I was trying to understand my feelings as an aroace person towards love and I'm still really confused... but at least we got a good fic out of it! ❤️

tw: demons, undefined magic, lots of mentions of death, implied aroace! reader, a bit of religious trauma

word count: 2.6k

summary: you're in distress over your math homework and the pretty demon that helps you with it, and you're reluctant to let your heart do the talking since it ended pretty badly for your friend and her demon companion.

related fics: Demon! SuA - Tainted Love

♡ Masterlist ♡

You shouldn't do this.

You glare at the leather-bound book in front of you as you furiously erase another answer from your sheet of scratch paper. The book was a gift from a friend, one that had struggled with a demonic relationship before.

You hadn't heard from them in a year and a half, and from what you heard from mutual friends, they weren't doing too well. Although you weren't positive that the book was bad news, you had never seen your friend so desperate to remove an object from their grasp.

After doing a bit of research, you realized that it was a cursed tome. There were seven different markings on the cover, which meant that seven different demons were tied to the book. Luckily, only one had been released when your friend had opened the book.

Now, you had to be the one to safeguard it. To make sure that no one would ever be hurt by the book again.

But, as you stare at your Calculus homework, you realize that you have no idea what you're fucking doing. And at 10 p.m. the night before an exam, the tutoring center is closed and the professor is probably counting sheep while their students are stressing out.

You're well aware that it's a stupid, very dumb, unintelligent idea to open a cursed book in order to understand Calculus, but what other choice do you have? Do you fail this exam then fail the class, which would put you a year behind?

What would your peers say?

What would your family say?

A shiver down your back, from the looming threat of parental disappointment, causes you to drop your pencil and reach for the book. Your hand gently traces the seven etchings on the cover, and you notice that one isn't filled in with color.

The demon that took my friend away.

You really shouldn't be doing this.

You think about the laundry list of concepts that you have to master by 10 a.m. tomorrow, and your decision has never been easier.

I'd rather stick my hand in an open flame than do another problem with no help.

When you open the book, you realize that you're blissfully unaware of how to summon a demon. Do you say a bunch of random words in Latin? Do you do a little hand motion? Do you need an offering?

You decide that your best option at summoning a demon that won't smite you immediately is to plead with the book.

Because desperate never goes out of style.

“Listen, I don't know who I'm talking to, if I'm even talking to anyone in the first place. I'm having a problem. …Well, it's not a ‘the fate of the world rests in your hands’ type of problem, but I still could use some help.”

An orange trail of smoke leaves the book in your hands and swirls like a tornado in an empty spot in your living room. Objects start flying around because of the tailwind, and you have to duck before you take a pencil to the eyeball.

“Who knew Calculus homework could be deadly?” You joke as you try to not think about the magnitude of the situation that you're in. You haven't even met the demon yet, and the smoke that it creates(?) it is trying to kill you.

Not a good sign.

Once your apartment is messy enough for your demon of choice, the book in your hands shuts itself as the orange smoke starts to dissipate.

You set the book aside as you gawk at the woman- no, demon that stands in your living room.

She's dressed in all black, ready to go to a funeral.

You just have to hope that it's not yours.

“How can I assist you?” She softly asks in a semi-uninterested voice.

“I need help with Calculus.” You blurt out as she clocks her head at you.

“I beg your pardon?”

This demon was exceptionally smart, which was good for your tired, mortal mind. She also didn't kill you on the spot - a good thing, you assume, unless the murder is waiting for you on the other side of the Calculus homework.

She was taken aback by your request, staring at you in utter surprise until she joined your side and helped you with your homework.

Her voice was gentle and smooth, and you would've fallen asleep if you weren't thinking about being killed in your sleep.

“Thanks.” You rub your eyes as you set the pencil down as you check your phone for the time.

You're proud of yourself for putting your phone on dark mode (you've flash-banged yourself in the past, it's a one time mistake) as you realize that it's only one in the morning. With a few hours of sleep and a large container of your favorite caffeinated drink, you'd be fine for your exam.

“Is that all you needed? …A bit of guidance with math?” The woman sitting beside you is in disbelief as you nod your head.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You joke, momentarily forgetting that she's a demon.

“Forgive me, but the people who usually hold the tome are more demanding… and a lot less cute.”

“Okay, back into the book you go.” You toss the book her way before trying to hide her embarrassment.

She chuckles softly before running her fingers over the spine.

“You have no idea how any of this works, right?”

“Uh-huh.” You nod your head before starting to put your school stuff away.

“Right, right.” Her eyes meet yours for a moment. “Dami.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head at her, but she snaps her fingers and disappears with the book in an instance.

Well, that damn book is out of my sight and I now have a chance to pass my Calc exam. I'll take that as a win-win.

You don't remember climbing into bed last night (this morning? The days are blending together at this point).

Before leaving your apartment, you say a small prayer before grabbing your pick-me-up of choice from the fridge. You might have this exam on lock.

As you walk to class, you recite Calculus formulas in your head. Partial derivatives swirl around your mind along with the thought of the mysterious woman.

Dami?

She's not a directional derivative, so you should focus on something else.

You, at least, had the demon situation under control.

This semester, you officially renounced your academic weapon status; instead, you were an academic victim. Although you most definitely messed up the first problem (why do all of the problems have the same wording yet completely different solutions?), you had the rest of it down.

Your confidence evaporated when the two classmates behind you started discussing their answers and got completely different answers to you.

Maybe another semester here wouldn't be so bad?

“You did fine.”

You jump as your eyes lock with the demon from the night before.

“Sorry, sorry.” You apologize to the two people behind you as you step to the side to speak with Dami. “I like your confidence in me, and I wish I had a fraction of it for myself.”

“There's nothing wrong with having a little pride.” She shrugs as the doors to the lecture hall open.

“Well, at least there's another exam a few weeks after spring break.” Ryujin shrugs before closing the door and walking towards you. “How'd the exam go for you?”

“It was okay.” You softly shrug as you glance between Dami and Ryujin.

“You're too humble for how smart you are.” Ryujin scoffs before turning to Dami. “You new here?”

“I'm just visiting someone.” Dami winks at you, and your eyes avert her gaze afterwards.

Ryujin sighs before adjusting her backpack and clearing her throat.

“They're not interested in guys or girls…. or anyone, for that matter.”

You playfully smack Ryujjn's shoulder before she pretends to be in extreme pain from the hit.

“It's not an absolute thing. I'll know if there's someone I'm interested in.” You nonchalantly say as Ryujin checks her smart watch.

“Oh shit, I've got class in fifteen minutes halfway across campus. See ya!” Ryujin waves to you both before offering a nod to Dami. “Nice to meet you.”

She runs off in another direction as your attention turns to Dami.

“Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?”

“I haven't been out of that book for centuries. I just wanted to see how humans lived.” Dami folds her arms before walking to you. “The world is so much different… better, if you ask me.”

“You're not like any demon I've heard of.” You blurt out before biting your tongue. “Sorry, that's probably really mean to say-”

“It's okay, and to be honest, I'd be surprised if I was like any other demon that you met. Not all demons fall from the sky, you know.”

It's been three hours, and you're still trying to come to terms with the fact that Dami’s a fallen angel. Who says that to someone after only two interactions with them?

Dami, apparently, because she's been watching you like a hawk as you sit across from her in the campus library.

“You think of me differently, don't you?”

You don't look up from your computer as you tap your pencil against the desk three times.

Click. Click. Click.

“I don't.” You calmly say before writing an equation in your notebook. “I should be honest with you, though, since you were honest with me. It's only fair.”

You pause for a moment as Dami folds her arms and leans against the chair. She's trying to remain cool, but a small twitch in her left eye tells you that she's more interested than she appears to be.

It's cute.

“I had a friend who summoned a demon from that book… I don't know her name, and I don't want to. She ruined my friend’s life, Dami.” You explain your friend’s story, going through agonizing detail as told through their family and other friends.

You have to pause once to wipe your tears, and Dami offers a comforting hand as the other drops to her side. You, albeit hesitantly, take it.

She should be cold like ice- undead, unfeeling. But there's some sort of warmth in her touch that can't be explained by the hellfire that she resides in.

Perhaps she's already gotten attached to you. You feel it too, you want to trust her. Can you, though?

She hasn't torn your arm off yet, so you're starting off on the right foot.

Trauma dumping counts as bonding, right?

You bite your lip before shaking your head, feeling the uncertainty of everything crash against you. What are you doing, trusting a demon that hurt someone that you care deeply about?

I can't do this.

“I should go.” You pull your hand out of her grasp as you quickly try to pack your things up. “I'm sorry, I'm probably shit-talking one of your friends that you've known for centuries.”

As you reach for your pencil, Dami grabs your wrist.

“I can't promise that I'm a ‘good’ demon or person,” She softly exhales before looking in your eyes, “but I won't betray you. Not now. Not ever.”

Something pounds, but it's not your head, swimming from the thoughts of your friends and the demon in front of you.

It comes from deep inside you, a feeling that you thought would be forever foreign to you. A magical feeling that “normal” people got to feel. The thing that makes them human, after all.

Your heart pounds.

This isn't you. You need to leave. Now.

Without exchanging another word, you run off into the afternoon light. You know she might follow you, but you hope she'll give you some space.

I hope she doesn't hate me.

You need to get a grip, and fast, before you rock the boat that's been steadily keeping you afloat for years.

Five hours. That's the longest you can last in a little internet cafe before you put your tail between your legs and head home. You know Dami will be there, and you don't want to sleep on a park bench, so home it is.

Will she be mad at me?

Who cares? You're not in love with her, you just like her.

As a friend.

As someone you can hang out with.

Someone to share secrets with.

Friends can kiss, right?

You've known her for less than twenty-four hours. You need to find where your sense of reality has gone and reclaim it before you head into your apartment.

But the key is already in your hand.

Your feet walk up the stairs without your brain telling them to.

You unlock your apartment door to see someone quietly sitting on your couch - the same spot where she helped you with your math homework.

Your stomach and heart fill with dread as you slowly take off your shoes.

She's been kind to you, and you ran off because you were upset about your own feelings.

You felt like a petulant child.

“I'm sorry for running off. I got upset thinking about my friend, and I should have talked through my feelings like a fucking adult. You're not like the other demon, just as I'm not like my friend. Feeling trapped by someone else’s opinions of you is rough,” You toss the keys on the counter before shedding your coat, “trust me, I know.”

Dami looks back to you, and the moonlight casts her in an angelic glow - she was ethereal and you didn't doubt that she was once an angel. You'd be more surprised if she wasn't one of God’s favorites.

Why was she here, instead of in the sky?

You don't want to pry, but Dami’s the first one to walk towards you.

“I was worried about you,” She softly admits, “a demon, a former angel, a creature much older than you could comprehend, was worried about the safety of a mortal.”

When she is close enough for you to reach out for her, she reaches out her hand.

“I'm not an evil demon or a perfect angel. But I can promise you-”

“I think I like you.” The words spill out of your lips before you can truly think about what you're saying. “I mean, of course I like you, but it's not how I've liked anyone before. I like Ryujin as a friend, she's nice to me and we get lunch sometimes. But you… you're different. And being different scares me. It's not just because you're a demon, it's who you are. It wouldn't matter if you were a demon, angel, or human because I'd still feel the same way.”

You pause to take a breath.

“I'm not normal, and I'm probably not like any human you've met. I don't want a traditional romance with a wedding or kids. I don't want physical intimacy with someone who won't appreciate me. Hell, I don't even know if I want a partner half of the time. The only thing I know,” You take her hand before pulling Dami closer, “is that I want you to be by my side. As a friend or as something more. Whatever we will be, I know we'll figure it out together.”

“I want you by my side as well.” She softly mutters as you place your forehead against hers.

You're both quiet as you envelope yourselves in the serene environment that you've created.

“So, do I meet your devilish friends now, or do I have to take you to dinner first?”

Dami laughs warmly before pulling you close to her.

“Whatever you want.”

You're in deep. She has in her talons sunk deep under your skin, in less than a day.

She could betray you.

You had to learn how to trust her.

And in time, you will.

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