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REMEDY You and Matt are suck in a house full of people during a relentless summer heat wave. With frustrations running high from the heat and lack of sex, you find a way to help and remedy that. Warning: 18+ Smut. Fucking. P in V. Public (but private). MattXfem reader & oc (see below) Notes: Please note that I am putting this up as a READER and an OC. So, the first section will be the READER and the second is OC. I've had so many people ask me to please make it reader and others want it OC. So, I'm going to try and cater to all. I hope this works...if not I'll return to the drawing board and try something else. Maybe post two separate? Let me know what you think - I'll see DM's quicker cause somedays I don't have the time to get on and I have a lot of activity. THANK YOU ALL THOUGH FOR READING. YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME.

REMEDY The heat was unbearable. The Sturniolo family went to The Cape for the summer, with girlfriends and significant others tagging along. The house wasn’t huge and some of us had to share sleeping spaces and set-up camp in the living room. We were tight knit and we all got along like a house on fire, so it wasn’t a problem but lack of sleep on the hot, sweltering nights was another story. With severe heatwaves come some complications like; power outages and malfunctioning air conditioners. It was the kind of heat that pressed against one’s skin. Where you wanted to fan yourself down, but all that seemed to do was move the hot air around. The hot, humid breeze did nothing but tease with the promise of relief.

‘’The fucking weather!’’ Matt groaned, ‘’This was supposed to be a great trip for us…for you,’’ he said looking disappointed

‘’Well,’’ I said, and leaned forward then gave him a kiss, ‘’if it’s any conciliation, I’m having a great time.’’

‘’You would in this heat,’’ Matt said through a laugh, ‘’you’re the only one here that will get through this unscathed. You’re the only one here that actually enjoys the heat, which makes me wonder what the fuck is wrong with you. How come you’re so perfect and not even the heat will get you?’’

I laughed, ‘’so…I’ve meant to tell you a long time ago, but there was never really a perfect time to do so, but I’m from this little planet called -’’ I was saying when Matt let out a laugh cutting me off

‘’Shut up,’’ he said and pushed his lips to mine. Just a few days ago, I accidentally overheard Matt talking to Nick and Chris and found out a few things that didn’t know, and that had me feeling like I was the luckiest and most blessed person to walk the earth. Mind you, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I sure am glad I stopped in my tracks when I walked past the kitchen and heard my name. They say you never hear anything go about yourself when you eavesdrop but I’m a testament to that being complete bullshit. He had said to them that he knew without a doubt that I was the one he wanted to marry, have kids with, and spend the rest of his life with. That he loved that I loved his family as much as they loved me and that I was always willing to help out… and most of all he loved that I was definitely up for anything. The biggest smile crossed my face when he said he loves how I make everything fun and exciting in his eyes. He also said he loved that I came across as a little saint to everyone else, but I was definitely a little devil when it came to fucking. At that point I walked away – I was happy and it was all I ever needed to hear.

Matt sighed next to me as we lay on the blow-up mattress. The heat really was relentless and stifling. Every time we moved, it felt as if the sheets were clinging to us. A fan was blowing cool air but it was as helpful and equivalent to puckering one’s lips up and blowing air out of them. It was so hot, we were all struggling to sleep. I sensed that Matt was not only frustrated by the heat but also that with so many people in a house sharing, we couldn’t do much in the sex department, though we certainly found ways. Matt and I said that we would sleep in the living room on a blow-up mattress while Chris and his girlfriend shared the couch.

‘’Are you okay?’’ I whispered when Matt once again let out a groan

‘’It’s like we’re in a desert or something,’’ Matt mumbled and sat up. He reached for a glass of water on a nearby side table and made some kind of sound then he looked at me with horror. ‘’The fucking ice has melted in the glass already,’’ he said, his voice laced with disbelief. It concerned me because Matt was generally calm but he was definitely agitated by the heat.

I lay for a moment, staring at the ceiling wondering how I could help him. My eyes swung from one end of the ceiling to the other, then back again. I suddenly sat up, finding the remedy to maybe both the heat and lack of sex problem…even if it was only a short reprieve. I slid off the mattress and then padded to his side, and put my hand out, palms up.

‘’Come on,’’ I whispered

‘’You two might as well just talk, and not whisper,’’ Chris said

‘’Shut up,’’ Matt said loudly through a laugh

‘’Fuck off,’’ Chris replied with a chuckle

‘’Sorry, Chris,’’ I said with a giggle. They never ceased to make me laugh with their friendly banter

‘’Nah (y/n), I mean it’s so hot, we can’t sleep anyway,’’ Chris said, his girlfriend giving a ‘’mhm’’ in agreement.

Matt put his hand in mine and I pulled him up. ‘’Where are we going?’’ he asked, his movements were slower than mine in the heat.

‘’A walk,’’ I said softly as I lead him to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of ice cold water and handed it to Matt as he looked at the time on the microwave, it’s glowing green telling him it was two in the morning. He sighed thinking it was a long way from morning but still the weather on the news had said it would be an equally hot day, if not hotter. I hesitated closing the door because the cool air felt so good on my hot skin. I had on what I can only describe as a t-shirt that I had taken a pair of scissors to. Matt had given me one of his old t-shirts and we cut the sleeves off, along with the neck line, widening it to help with the heat. I really didn’t mind the heat, but this? This was something else. I felt for everyone else because if I was feeling it, they must have been suffering. I closed the door and smiled at Matt, who gave me a weak smile back.

We slipped out the door, quietly into the night, ‘’Should I put a t shirt on?’’ Matt asked

‘’Show me one man who has a shirt on in this weather and I’ll give him a thousand dollars,’’ I said

‘’Does that include me and does it still stand until we get back?’’ Matt asked

I giggled and smacked his tight ass, ‘’always,’’ I replied

‘’Where are we going?’’ Matt asked and slipped his hand into mine. Our fingers intertwined and he lifted our hands and then he gave my hand a kiss. ‘’Thanks for this, it is slightly better out here.’’

I smiled at Matt, ‘’the park,’’ I said simply

The moon was full and illuminated the way for us. It was quiet but for the water lapping to the shore. The roads were dead and the park deserted. People had either passed out from the heat or were sitting in front of fans hoping to cool down. The park was relatively close to the house, but hidden and nestled amongst trees. I led Matt to the swings and Matt sat on one while I sat on the other, right next to him. I started swinging softly while Matt only moved back and forth slightly on the swing, keeping his feet on the ground. He took a sip of water, and offered me some, but I shook my head with a warm smile.

‘’Matt? Remember that park we went to at Evan’s house?’’ I asked and stopped the swing, then got off, ‘’you know, when he had that party?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Matt said as he put the bottled water on the ground, and then it hit him. His eyes went big and his award-winning smile formed on his face. How could he have forgotten that?

‘’Yeah?’’ I asked and bit my bottom lip seductively

‘’Fuck yes! Hop on,’’ Matt said and I squealed softly with excitement as I grabbed the chains and lifted myself onto Matt’s lap, sliding my legs over his as I sat down, my legs handing over his on their side of the swing. Matt smiled, because the last time we both had fumbled a lot trying to work out how to do it but now we seemed to have mastered it. Well…we were going to find out.

‘’How did I get so lucky?’’ Matt asked me softly

I smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek and tilted his face up a fraction, ‘’I’m the lucky one,’’ I whispered and lightly brushed my lips against his.

My hand slid down his neck, and his chest, and then my fingers danced above his shorts elastic, as Matt deepened the kiss. It was never pedestrian. His kisses always made me feel desired, and wanted. I got drunk on our kisses. Matt moaned into the kiss and I felt his hands by mine. I knew he was getting impatient so I moved my hand and brought it to my pussy and moved my panties to the side while he pushed his shorts down as much as he could. The small piece of material was wet already and I felt Matt’s cock, now free of his shorts, as hard as a rock, between us. That alone sent every nerve in my body tingling.

His hands found the straps of my shirt and he pushed them down, over my shoulders. I smiled into the kiss and pulled my arms out the straps, letting the material fall softly. Matt broke the kiss, eager to get a nipple into his hungry mouth. I moaned, dropping my head back and arched my back, pushing my titties forward so Matt could take in more. He was a genius with his tongue no matter where it was on my body. I bit my bottom lip and slid my hand between us and closed my hand around Matt’s thick shaft. He was rock solid hard and I smiled wickedly because his pre-cum had run down his shaft, leaving him slick. He sucked in a sharp breath from the touch on his painfully erect dick but it felt so fucking good. I lifted myself, aimed his dick at my little tight entrance, then I slid onto his dick agonizingly slowly, savouring every inch going in. We both groaned loudly with simultaneous pleasure.

‘’Oh god (y/n),’’ Matt moaned, ‘’you have no idea how good that feels.’’

‘’Oh, but I do,’’ I said with a grin and licked my hand of the pre-cum, making Matt swear under his breath. ‘’Start swinging. We don’t want to be caught,’’ I purred.

‘’I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day’’ Matt said curling his hands around the chains,’’this won’t take long.’’

I smiled, as I also curled my hands around the chains, the cool metal making me even more aroused, ‘’me too.''

Matt laughed and pushed back with his legs and then let us fall forward on the swing as he tucked his legs back. He sure was going to have one hell of a workout keeping the swing in motion. I knew without a doubt he could handle it though. We were soon gliding through the air, back and forth. Every time we went back, I would slide down his dick and when we got to the furthest point, having to go back down, I would push down on him as forces of nature worked. We moaned loudly with sheer pleasure every time that happened and Matt groaned feeling himself deep inside of my tight, wet pussy. When we went back down, I was lifted up, his dick sliding halfway out, exposing him to the cooler air, then he would slip back into my hot pussy.. The contrast of heat and cool air in motion sent a pleasant shiver up his spine, never feeling anything like it.

Matt loved everything – the way we had to be so close, the way we molded into each other, the fact that we had to rely upon and trust each other. The tightness around his hard throbbing cock, the way my hair flew out and fanned behind me when we went up, and then around me when we went back down, and…. he loved the look on my face with my breasts firmly in front of him. He wanted to touch them, grab them but he couldn’t. Fuck! It was the most blissful torture ever. The deep penetration on the up was something different than normal penetration. It was a force that could only be achieved in their current position and situation.

Matt could tell I was close as my pussy started fluttering around his cock, my body got tense and I dropped my head.

‘’Ooh, Matt…shit, Matt…’’ I said with urgency as I felt my muscles tightening, the rush coursing through me and pure ecstasy shoot over my body. I let one hand go from the chains and put it around Matt’s shoulders, looking for more purchase. I pushed my face into the side of his neck as my walls clasped around Matt like a vice grip. The sheer strength around him set him on the very edge. My loud screams and moans were muffled as I buried my face into his neck and shoulder. I let go of the chains with my other hand to grip him tighter as Matt brought us to a stop. My fingers dug into his muscles and my body shook against him. Once we were stationary Matt grabbed my ass and lifted me, and then pushed me back down on his cock.

‘’FUCK YES, (y/n),’’ Matt moaned as he felt a splash. The sound of my moans, the feel of my skin, and my smell were so intoxicating to Matt as he slammed me down on him again and let out a growl as he felt his orgasm shoot out from the base of his balls and run through him. I lifted my face and we locked eyes for a second before my eyes went big as I sucked in a breath.

‘’Kiss me,’’ Matt said through clenched teeth knowing I was coming yet again. Matt wanted to scream too, because it was so incredible but he knew he couldn’t as my walls locked around him again. He shot a massive load into me, rope after rope, after rope. After holding it in all day, wanting me all day…it built up. I pushed my lips to his, our tongues immediately meeting. The kiss muffled most of my screams and moans but a few escaped into the quiet night. Neither of us cared at the very moment. Matt’s dick twitched at the last spray into my pussy, and I still lifted and rammed myself down on him two more times before I slumped onto him, breaking the kiss. Matt slid his arms around me and sat like that for five minutes, panting, trying to catch our breath. In the distance, we heard laughter, and Matt slowly slid his hands back down my back as I sat up straight again. He found the straps of my shirt and then pulled them up. I then pushed my arms into them and he let the straps rest on my shoulders. He pulled his still-hard dick out of my warm, wet, overflowing pussy, a low moan escaping him, not wanting to but having to pull out.

Matt looked over my shoulder and I turned my head as we heard low talking in the distance. A couple were walking on the side walk but I knew the couple couldn’t see us, and that we had the vantage point.. Clearly two lovers where out on a walk also trying to escape the heat. They were in the distance, but I could tell they were holding hands and very much into each other. I watched them disappear into a thick of trees and I turned back to Matt.

Matt smiled and gave me a half nod, ‘’they should try the swings,’’ he said and I burst out laughing. I pushed a hand between ourselves and pulled my panties back into place and then grabbed the chains and weakly pulled myself up and climbed off of Matt. As my feet hit the ground, I tried to stand, but my legs buckled and Matt grabbed me to stop me from falling.

‘’I’m fucking spent,’’ I said with laugh

‘’That was…something else. Fucking amazing,’’ Matt said through his own laugh

‘’You’re a mess,’’ I said

‘’So are you,’’ Matt said with a laugh. We were both covered in sweat with our combination of cum and juices sticking to our skin, our hair matted but looking so satisfied and elated.

I looked down and saw some of Matt’ cum running down my leg. I smiled and took my index finger and ran it up the zigzag line it had formed, collecting it. I then lifted my finger to my mouth and licked it off.

Matt smiled, ‘’you're so fucking hot,’’ he said, noting I didn’t do that for him, I did it for myself. I wanted to taste him, savor him.

I let my eyes fall back on Matt as I swallowed and smiled. ‘’I can clean you up,’’ I said

‘’Not this time. You can hardly stand... we’ll take a quick shower when we get home,’’ Matt said and somewhere along the line, Matt had put his dick away and fixed his shorts because he pulled me down onto his lap.

‘’Do you feel better?’’ I asked Matt softly

‘’You have no idea. Thank you, baby. I love you so much,’’ Matt said and gave me a kiss.

‘’Good,’’ I said and ran my fingertips along his stubbly jaw, ‘’I love you too.’’

‘’I’ll piggy back you home,’’ Matt said and smiled to himself because he had the best little vixen saint and I was the remedy he needed. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! You are very much appreciated. <3

For the OC Version babies! The heat was unbearable. The Sturniolo family went to The Cape for the summer, with girlfriends and significant others tagging along. The house wasn’t huge and some had to share sleeping spaces and a few even set up camp in the living room. They were all tight-knit and everyone got along like a house on fire, so it wasn’t a problem but lack of sleep on the hot, sweltering nights was another story. With severe heatwaves came some complications like; power outages and malfunctioning air conditioners. It was the kind of heat that pressed against one's skin. Where you wanted to fan yourself down but all that did was move the hot air around. The hot, humid breeze did nothing but tease with the promise of relief.

‘’The fucking weather!’’ Matt groaned. This was supposed to be a great trip for us…for you,’’ he said looking disappointed

‘’Well,’’ Eden said and leaned forward to give him a kiss, ‘’if it’s any conciliation, I’m having a great time.’’

Eden laughed, ‘’so…I’ve meant to tell you a long time ago, but there was never really a perfect time to do so, but I’m from this little planet called -’’ Eden was saying when Matt let out a laugh

‘’Shut up,’’ he said and pushed his lips to hers. He knew with out a doubt that she was the one he wanted to marry, have kids with and spend the rest of his life with. She loved his family as much as they loved her and she was always ready and willing to help… and he loved that she was definitely up for anything. She made everything fun and exciting. He loved that she came across as little saint to everyone else, but he knew she was definitely a little devil when it came to fucking. She adored and loved Matt, and never a day went by that she didn’t feel lucky and blessed to have Matt and his family in her life.

Matt sighed as he and Eden lay next to each other on the blow-up mattress. The heat really was relentless and stifling. Every time they moved, it felt like the sheets were clinging to their bodies. A fan was blowing cool air but it was as helpful, and equivalent to puckering one’s lips up and blowing air out of them. It was so hot, that they were all struggling to sleep. Eden sensed Matt was not only frustrated by the heat but also that with so many people in a house sharing, they couldn’t do much in the sex department, though they certainly found ways. Matt and Eden said they would sleep in the living room on a blow-up mattress while Chris and his girlfriend, shared the couch.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Eden whispered when Matt once again let out a groan

‘’It’s like we’re in a desert or something,’’ Matt mumbled and sat up. He reached for a glass of water on a nearby side table and made some kind of sound and then looked at Eden with horror. ‘’The fucking ice has melted in the glass already,’’ he said, his voice laced with disbelief. It concerned her because Matt was generally calm but he was definitely agitated by the heat.

Eden lay for a moment, staring at the ceiling wondering how she could help him. Her eyes swung from one end of the ceiling to the other, then back again. She suddenly sat up, finding the remedy to maybe both the heat and lack of sex problem…even if it was only a short reprieve. She slid off the mattress then padded to his side and put her hand out, palms up.

‘’Come on,’’ she whispered

‘’You two might as well just talk, and not whisper,’’ Chris said

‘’Shut up,’’ Matt said loudly through a laugh

‘’Fuck off,’’ Chris replied with a chuckle

‘’Sorry, Chris,’’ Eden said with a giggle. They never ceased to make her laugh with their friendly banter.

‘’Nah Edie, I mean it’s so hot, I can’t sleep anyway,’’ Chris said and his girlfriend let out a ‘mhm’ in agreement.

Matt put his hand in Edens and she pulled him up. ‘’Where are we going?’’ he asked, his movements were slower than Eden’s in the heat.

‘’A walk,’’ Eden said as she led him to the kitchen. She first opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of ice cold water then handed it to Matt as he looked at the time on the microwave, it’s glowing green telling him it was two in the morning. He sighed thinking it was a long way from morning but still the weather on the news had said it would be an equally hot day if not hotter. Eden hesitated to close the fridge door because the cool air felt so good against her hot skin. She was wearing an old t-shirt Matt had given her and they took the scissors to it, cutting the sleeves off and widening the neck area for her to be cooler. She really didn’t mind the heat but this? This was something else. She felt for everyone else because if she was feeling it, they must have been suffering.

They slipped out the door quietly into the night, ‘’Should I put a t shirt on?’’ Matt asked

‘’Show me one man who has a shirt on in this weather and I’ll give him a thousand dollars,’’ Eden said

‘’Does that include me and does it still stand until we get back?’’ Matt asked

Eden giggled and smacked his tight ass, ‘’always,’’ she said

‘’Where are we going?’’ Matt asked and slipped his hand into Eden’s. Their fingers intertwined and he lifted their hands and then gave her hand a kiss. ‘’Thanks for this, it is slightly better out here.’’

She smiled at Matt, ‘’the park,’’ Eden said simply

The moon was full and illuminated the way for them. It was quiet but for the water lapping to the shore. The roads were dead and the park deserted. People had either passed out from the heat or were sitting in front of fans hoping to cool down. The park was relatively close to the house, but hidden and nestled amongst trees. Eden led Matt to the swings and Matt sat on one while she sat on the other, right next to him. She started swinging softly while Matt only moved back and forth slightly keeping his feet on the ground. He took a sip of water and offered Eden some, but she declined, with a shake of her head and a warm smile.

‘’Matt? Remember that park we went to at Evan’s house?’’ Eden asked and stopped the swing, then got off, ‘’you know, when he had that party?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Matt said as he put the bottle of water on the ground, and then it hit him. His eyes went big and a smile formed on his face. How could he have forgotten that?

‘’Yeah?’’ she asked and bit her bottom lip

‘’Fuck yes. Hop on,’’ Matt said and she squealed softly with excitement as she grabbed the chains and lifted herself onto Matt’s lap, sliding her legs over his as she sat down, her legs handing over his on the side of the swing. Matt smiled because the last time they had fumbled a lot trying to work out how to do it but now they seemed to have mastered it. Well…they were going to find out.

‘’How did I get so lucky?’’ Matt asked her softly

Eden smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek and tilted his face up a fraction, ‘’I’m the lucky one,’’ Eden whispered and lightly brushed her lips against his.

Her hand slid down his neck, his chest, and then her fingers danced above the shorts elastic as Matt deepened the kiss. It was never pedestrian. His kisses always made her feel desired and wanted. She got drunk on their kisses. Matt moaned into the kiss and Eden felt his hands by hers. She knew he was getting impatient so she moved her hand and brought it to her pussy and moved her panties to the side while he pushed his shorts down as much as he could. The small piece of material was wet already and she felt Matt’s cock, now free of his shorts, as hard as a rock. That alone sent every nerve in her body tingling. His hands found the thin straps of the sleep shirt and he pushed them down, over her shoulders. Eden smiled into the kiss and pulled her arms out of the straps, letting the material fall softly around her middle. Matt broke the kiss, eager to get a nipple into his hungry mouth. She moaned, dropping her head back, and arched her back, pushing her titties forward so Matt could take in more. He was a genius with his tongue, no matter where he placed it on her body. Eden bit her bottom lip and slid her hand between them and closed her hand around Matt’s thick shaft. She smiled wickedly because his pre-cum had run down his shaft, leaving him slick. He sucked in a breath from the touch to his painfully erect dick but it felt so fucking good. Eden lifted herself, aimed his dick at her tight little entrance and then slid onto his dick agonizingly slowly, savoring every inch going in. Both Eden and Matt groaned lowly with simultaneous pleasure.

‘’Oh god Eden,’’ Matt moaned, ‘’you have no idea how good that feels.’’

‘’Oh, but I do,’’ Eden said with a grin and licked her hand of the pre-cum, making Matt swear under his breath. ‘’Start swinging. We don’t want to be caught,’’ she purred

‘’I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day’’ Matt said curling his hands around the chains,’’this won’t take long.’’

Eden smiled as she also gripped the chains, the cool metal making her more aroused, ‘’me too, babe.’’

Matt laughed and pushed them back with his legs and then let them fall forward as he tucked his legs back. He was sure going to have one hell of a workout keeping the swing in motion, but she knew without a doubt that he could handle it. They were soon gliding through the air, back and forth. Every time they went back, Eden would slide down his dick and when they got to the furthest point, having to go back down, she would push down on him as forces of nature and gravity worked. Eden moaned loudly with sheer pleasure every time that happened and Matt groaned feeling himself deep inside of her tight, wet pussy. When they went back down, Eden was lifted up, his dick sliding halfway out, exposing him to the cooler air, then he would slip back into her hot pussy. The contrast of heat and cool air in motion sent a pleasant shiver up his spine, never feeling anything like it. Matt loved everything – the way they had to be so close, the way they molded into each other, the fact that they had to rely upon and trust each other. The tightness around his hard throbbing cock, the way her hair flew behind her and fanned when they went up, and then around her when they went back down and he loved the look on her face with her breasts firm in front of him. He wanted to touch them, grab them but he couldn’t. Fuck! It was the most blissful torture ever. The deep penetration on the up was something different than normal penetration. It was a force that could only be achieved in their current position and situation.

Matt could tell she was close as her pussy started fluttering his cock, her body got tense and she dropped her head. ‘’Ooh, Matt…shit, Matt…’’ Eden said with urgency as she felt her muscles tightening, the rush coursing through her and pure ecstasy shoot over her body, and she let her one hand go from the chains, putting it around Matt’s shoulders. She pushed her face into the side of his neck as her walls clasped around Matt like a vice grip. The sheer strength around him set him on the very edge. Eden’s loud scream’s and moans were muffled as she buried her face into his neck and shoulder. She let go of the chains with her other hand to grip onto him tighter looking for more purchase, as Matt brought them to a stop. Her fingers dug into his muscles and her body shook against him. Once they were stationary Matt grabbed Eden’s ass and lifted her, then pushed her back down on his cock.

‘’FUCK YES, EDEN,’’ Matt moaned and he felt a wetness on his skin. The sound of Edens moans, the feel of her skin, her smell was so intoxicating to Matt as he slammed her down on him again and let out a growl as he felt his orgasm shoot out from the base of his balls and run through him. Eden lifted her face and they locked eyes for a second, before her eyes went big and she sucked in a breath.

‘’Kiss me,’’ Matt said through clenched teeth knowing she was coming yet again. Matt wanted to scream as loud as Eden because it was incredible but he knew he couldn’t as her walls locked around him again. He shot a massive load into Eden, rope after rope, after rope. After having to hold it in all day, wanting her all day….it built up. Eden pushed her lips to his, their tongues immediately meeting. The kiss muffled most of her screams and moans but a few escaped into the quiet night. Neither cared at the very moment. Matt’s dick twitched at the last spray into her pussy, and Eden still rammed herself down onto him two more times before she slumped onto him, breaking the kiss. Matt slid his arms around her and they sat like that for five minutes, panting, trying to catch their breath. In the distance they heard laughter, and Matt slowly slid his hands back down Eden’s back as she sat up straight again. He found the straps of her shirt and then pulled them up, Eden pushing her arms into them. He then let the straps rest on her shoulders and pulled out of her warm, wet, over-flowing pussy, letting out a groan not wanting to leave the warm confines of her tight pussy, but having to.

Matt looked over Eden’s shoulder and she turned her head as they heard low talking in the distance. A couple was walking on the sidewalk across the road but they knew the couple couldn’t see them, and that they had the vantage point. Clearly two lovers where out on a walk also trying to escape the heat. They were in the distance, but Eden could tell they were holding hands and very much into each other. They watched them disappear into a thick of trees and Eden turned back to Matt.

Matt smiled and gave her a half nod, ‘’they should try the swings,’’ he said and Eden burst out laughing. She pushed a hand between them and pulled her panties back into place and then grabbed the chains and weakly pulled herself up and climbed off of Matt. As her feet hit the ground, she tried to stand, but her legs buckled and Matt grabbed her to stop her falling.

‘’I’m fucking spent,’’ Eden said with laugh

‘’That was…something else. Fucking amazing’’ Matt said through his own laugh

‘’You’re a mess,’’ she said

‘’So are you,’’ Matt said with a laugh. They were both covered in sweat with a combination of their cum and juices sticking to them, their hair matted but looking so satisfied and elated.

She looked down and saw some of Matt’s cum running down her leg. She smiled and took her index finger and ran it up the zigzag line it had formed, collecting it. She then lifted her finger to her mouth and licked it off.

Matt smiled, ‘’your so fucking hot,’’ he said, noting she didn’t do that for him, she did it for herself. She wanted to taste him, to savour him.

Eden let her eyes fall back on Matt as she swallowed and smiled. ‘’I can clean you up,’’ she said

‘’Not this time. You can hardly stand, we’ll take a quick shower when we get home,’’ Matt said and somewhere along the line, Matt had put his dick away and fixed his shots because he pulled her down onto his lap.

‘’Do you feel better?’’ Eden asked Matt softly

‘’You have no idea. Thank you,baby. I love you so much’’ Matt said and gave her a kiss.

‘’Good,’’ Eden said and ran her fingertips along his stubbly jaw, ‘’I love you too’’.

‘’I’ll piggy back you home,’’ Matt said and smiled to himself because he had the best little vixen saint and she was the remedy he needed.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! YOU ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED <3

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One Piece x Reader

Just a random thought on situations involving these characters. No taking em seriously though .

One Piece characters x femreader.

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Luffy

Sometimes you questionhow the hell you allowed this man to make you join his crew. How the hell did you fall in love with him too?

1. You gotta fight for the food on your plate like it wasn't served to you specifically.

2. Your captain be up to some dumb shit half the time. He legit sees the most dangerous looking island and wants to explore it. Like. No. I do not consent.

3. Though you both love each other and would do anything to keep each other safe and happy , ain't no way you about to make me pay that much money for the restaurant bill, I'm in enough debt with Nami. I'll still try to pay a little though. Just because I love you.

Sometimes Luffy be ready do the most outrageous things and all it takes is one look for him to back down. Sometimes he takes it as a challenge. This leads tothe most catastrophic day for the whole crew.

But the one thing is for sure, when this man sees you rocking the battlefield he be that guy who's cheering you on in the corner.

Zoro

Two words. Nap buddies. Y'all be sleeping everywhere. Bed, deck, aquarium, crow's nest, random persons house, anywhere. That's when you're tired though.

Most times it's Zoro training and you watching every muscle tense, sweat dripping down slowly over delicious abs and the sound of grunts accompanying that. But your eyes wouldn't be fixed on that.

"How the hell are your boobs bigger than mine?" You randomly say one day as he's training.

Man dropped the weight he was lifting just too look at you like:

The moment he's done training you push him towards the bathroom for a good bath cause ain't no way you sleeping next to a sweaty man during the hottest days sailing across the Grandline. Throwing in that soap and water with love of course. Maybe even join, you never know.

When he gets lost he always finds you somehow. No one knows but everyone accepted it and knew that if they can't find him now he'll be by your side later on. If y'all leave him on an island by accident that's another issue.

Though he doesn't act romantic most of the time he tries. He's so babygurl. He'll get you anything you like. Does little things to show he does care. Man would even carry you for a while across a desert just because you were a bit tired. Gets flustered at the attention you give him .

Would have a proud smirk whenever you mopped the floor with someone in a fight. In fact he'd feel sorry for the person you were gonna fight with.

If you were normally someone who didn't prefer fighting or couldn't fight at a high level of skill then he'd do his best to protect your ass. Maybe even teach you how to sword fight.

Law

The workaholic x the carefree

Funnily enough sometimes y'all would have a workload that might be just as the same amount but while he's stressing about it and completing his work you're out exploring the joys of life and appreciating nature.

And at the end of the day you come back to do the work and you're done within an hour or so. Which leaves this man looking at you like

Sometimes you just randomly say something that pops up in your mind. It just happens. At first he was irritated with that habit until he noticed you don't do it unless you're with people you're comfortable with. Still doesn't stop the fact that he's ready to throw you off the Polar Tang.

"Why are you sitting like that?" He asked as you guys are in the middle of a town's shopping district.

"I'm trying to assert dominance." Said that with a serious face. Guess how you were sitting...

I feel as though many would tell him to his face that he looks like a drug dealer.

"But he's a doctor."

It's the same thing just legal.

All in all y'all don't need to help each other in a fight. You need distance.

1. You don't wanna end up in some rando's body.

2. It would be a mess if y'all fought in the same place.

Nami

I feel like it would start off as flirty friendship.

Y'all just randomly complimenting each other. Hyping each other up. Defendimg each other.

May or not be based of my friendship with someone but she'd probably wack your butt atleast once, just because it's there and it was right in front of her.

People may think the both of you are in a relationship even.

Like average convo would be like

You: Why's it so hot all of a sudden, it was raining seconds ago.

Nami: Cause you graced the Grandline with your presence gurl.

You: Nah it's cause it can't handle how gorgeous you are.

On a more serious-ish note, y'all would be a crazy fun trio with Ussop. Literally the first people to run out of dangerous situations.

Luckily you were atleast able to fight on the chance of someone really strong going after you guys. Ussop would be defence. Nami would be a bit of both.

Sometimes you, Robin, Nami, Ussop and maybe even Chopper would sit in the women's quarters and talk about anything and everything. Literally gossip, latest news over the transponder snail, anything.

But overtime that would change a bit between y'all. Not too much though.

If anyone came close to flirting with you besides her she would either;

1. If they owed her money she'd triple the interest.

2. Pull you away smoothly

Sometimes she'd even make your debt go up just by talking about someone you find attractive. Like...gurl why, I'm broke enough.

When she finally confesses it's almost like...was there ever a difference? Because the both of you loved each other since you got to know one another. Both you are queens when it comes to ruling people's heart's with just a glance. But all you need is each other, maybe some cash too.

Robin

Can't say you guys got along in the first place with her working with Crocodile but once she had joined the crew you began to warm up around each other.

Most times you'd read together. Or you would ask about what she read about and all the things she knows about history.

Other times she'd want to hear what's on your mind be it you talking for a little or spilling out word vomit about everything and anything on your mind and she'd only look on with a gentle, loving smile.

Sometimes you worked together to scare your crewmates. Either her saying something like "We could actually die here." in the worst moment possibele, much to Ussop's dismay and you would add to that. Eyebags and everything and be like," what if we already are and we don't realise it."

Which leads to a small debate since the crew had gone through so much and all.

One thing I would definitely know for a fact is that the moment Robin was free and the moment you caught sight of Spandam, death would have been merciful compared to what you two did to that man.

All in all, you and Robin would be like a love as calm as sitting together reading one book in the same blankets while there's a storm outside

#one piece #nico robin #robin #zoro #one piece x reader #luffy x reader #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #x reader #nami x reader #nami

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sexy-monster-fucker · 3 days

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Consorts [Part 5]

The Ghoul|Cooper Howard x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

Summary: When the group chasing you attacks while you're sleeping, you have to make a decision as to save a bleeding out Ghoul.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 <-

a/n: you know I love some good angst

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You woke up to an empty room.

No, he wouldn't...

You practically hop off the bed, fighting to put your clothes on.

Gun shots outside.

You ran through the abandoned house, quickly out the door. You had your gun at the ready. You saw Cooper kneeled down, shooting back and forth with the gunmen who had been chasing you. A new group of them had somehow found you.

"Get back inside!" Cooper waved you away. He was bleeding. They must have caught him off guard, there were so many of them. His blood decorated the dirt below him. He was holding his stomach, pointing his gun with the other.

"There she is! The lady of the hour!" One of the bigger guys cocked a grin at you.

"Fuck!" You rushed over to Cooper. You kneeled on the ground in front of him, your hands holding his face to look at you. He lowered his gun. You felt true emotion for him. You had never seen him this vulnerable. His blood got all over you as you held onto him. Your eyes scanned him looking for the wound that caused all this mess. You wanted to help him the way he had helped you before.

"Don't tell me you've got feelings for that thing!"

You ignored them. "I can handle this, just go back inside," Cooper begged you. You shook your head trying to find your words. You were struck with fear. Real fear. Your heart was racing and your throat was dry. Palms sweating, a small shake on your hands. "You're dying. I can't just leave you out here bleeding out," you grabbed one of his meds from your pocket, forcing him to drink it.

"I hid the rest under the bed," you whispered into his ear. Cooper gripped you with all the strength he had left. "I'm sorry, Cooper," you kissed him on the cheek swiftly.

"Just take me," you stood and held your hands up, "Leave him here and take me."

"No-" Cooper protested, coughing with his exclamation.

You threw your gun towards them, "I'll go with you willingly. Just please leave him here."

Cooper reached out for you, falling over into the dirt directly behind you. You looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes pleaded with you.

"Why would we do that?"

"Well, doesn't your boss want us alive? You really want to take this guy to him in this condition? I don't think he would approve," you gambled with them. Praying that maybe they were dumb enough to fall for your words.

"Oh shit, I didn't even think of that," the big one scratched his head with the barrel of his gun.

Thank whatever was in the sky.

"Go grab her boys," he gestured towards you. You were manhandled by two of the men, pinning your arms to your back and tying you with some disgusting rope.

"I'll kill all of you fuckers! I swear to God, I will murder you and eat your skin!" Cooper screamed with the little bit of air left in his lungs. The men turned you around to look at him, "Shut the fuck up, freak!" They shouted and spit towards him.

This may be the last time you ever see him...

You mouthed three words to Cooper as the men threw you into the back of a wagon. They stormed off with you. Cooper screamed your name. Him calling for you faded as you traveled away.

You laid flat on the wagon, staring up at the blazing sun.

"You sure are one stupid girl," one of the armed men mocked you.

Another one laughed chiming in, "Seriously! That walking corpse never would have done the same thing for you! He would've turned you in in a heartbeat!"

You knew that was not true. Cooper had the opportunity to turn you in even before you had gotten comfortable again and did not. You knew this was the only way to keep Cooper safe.

You did not know what was in store for you. At least you knew Cooper had a better chance at living now. You closed your eyes reminiscing on your time with Cooper, finding comfort in your memories of him.

Cooper watched as they dragged you away from him. Just as soon as he had gotten you back, there you go again.

He struggled to stand to his feet, the liquid you had given him finally kicking in. He stumbled inside the abandoned home, going to the bed that you said you had hidden the rest under.

"What was she thinking," he spoke aloud to himself. He poured the rest of the liquid down his throat. "She's a goddamn idiot! FUCK!" He kicked the glass around the room. He sat down on the mattress you had shared the night before. His hand ran against the fabric, remembering how your body weighed the bed down.

“We were supposed to do this together…” he gripped the bed between his fingers. He could never admit it but he was scared of what they might do to you. Scared he would never get to see you again. Fear was something he had not felt in a long time. His fear brewed inside him turning into anger.

He began planning in his mind how he was going to get you back. There was no question; He was getting you back.

Cooper headed out the abandoned home, picking up your gun they had left behind. He followed the direction they had taken you in.

He was determined. A man on a mission.

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END//Part 5

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reyreadersblog · 19 hours

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THIS IS MY RANT

Alight, i'm a bit mad and we need to disguss something, so @f4iry-bell and me made some joke about Grayson being a virgin, since yk he never gets girl and he's just that type of person that would secretly being a virgin..BUT DAMN WHY ARE PEOPLE SO PRESEED??😭😭💀

I think i should take my words back about how i said that TIG fandom isn't toxic on this platform, bcs why are we so..idk..mad and frustrated by the fact that people are just having fun and headcanons? Bcs first it was Lyra, some of us were just exited that we were going to get a new character and potentially Grayson's love interested, so we just made some silly headcanons and fanfics about her, and some of y'all were prolly mad, i uderstand that you may don't like her, that's fine, since we don't know almost anything about her character, but we are you attacking someone who's just trying to have fun, saying "you shouldn't ship them" "i hate her" "y'all are delusional"...let people have fun, it's not that deep.

THEN when we started joking about Gray being a virgin, suddenly we're disrespecting author and invalaiding a book character's privacy?? BFFR..don't say things that doesn't make sense, first of all, people can post whatever they want, they can post fancasts, Fanfics, Silly hcs about idk..a book character's fav book, fav movie, what would dating them be like and even about sex life, bec guess what..we can. And it's not a crime to do so, we're not in 19th century to taboo this theme. And it's no disrespect to the author by the way, which if you look at JLB's intagram you'll understand, bec she says some "naughty" thing about the plot and the characters (and on last year's live she named condom brands each brothee would use and it was hilarious). Some of you are just dramatic, bec if we, TIG fandom are doing "too much" then you haven't been in many fandoms for sure.

And one again, i want to say that making a silly jokes about a book character's sex life, does no harm, nor to you, nor to the author, and especially it does no harm to the character themself, in this situation Grayson, because again, he's FICTIONAL. F-I-C-T-I-O-N-A-L. (i'll spelled it, in case you don't understand.)

Anyone in any fandom can freely talk about anything. And talking about character's sex life doesn't mean you have no respect for the author, unless they publiclly say it makes them uncomfortabe or something, and i don't remember JLB saying that.

And the most funny thing is that i've seen people make hcs about how each brother would be in the bad, how would they act when they're horny, their favourite position,nothing is wrong with them, but i've never seen anyone making drama about it, but when we say Grayson Hawthorne is a virgin suddenly some of you feel like we're disrespecting author...you know what? I have this tiny little feeling you find Grayson attractive but you don't like virgins and that's why you're making drama about it..and that's honestly..embarassing.

Author's always say "the other is up to your representation and imagination" and that's why we make HC, fanfics, fancasts, theories.

So please, don't make drama out of everything, learn to have fun and if you don't know how to, let people have fun

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #grayson hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #avery grambs #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #the final gambit #libby grambs #nash hawthorne

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nitrowyverine · 2 days

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I thought playing Obscura would help me get rid of my brain worms. no, it just gave me new ones. For Obscura, specifically.

I'll be adjusting the format from my TOUCHSTARVED expanded thoughts post. Brain dump after the cut!

[Demo/CH 1 spoilers are included]

(Header Image from Itch.io page! All images in this post are either from there or the Rotten Raccoons tumblr page)

Design/gameplay thoughts:

In full honesty without fluff: this game fucks immensely.

The setting for Obscura might be my new all-time favorite, like, ever. Mystery underground scandalous marketplace??? Under a mountain???? it's a diverse and vast city that's still elegantly contained and claustrophobic, but in a spicy way. The worldbuilding and flavor is excellent. I really want to run a TTRPG in a similar setting now, since its an area with so many possibilities.

CH. 1/the "demo" has a LOT of meat on it. It's got different endings, variations, a whole soundtrack. Speaking of sountrack-

Obscura is also one of the few games I've put on the soundtrack to just to vibe to. The soundtrack is SO good, and sets such a strong mood/tone. I think it complements the game perfectly.

Allot of people have mentioned it, but I am also a fan of the Safeword pause menu. It's a nice and comforting touch, especially when the game can get so intense. It lets players take a breather if they need it, but also doesn't interrupt the intensity/mood of the game for someone who doesn't want a break from the narrative.

Now, onto character specific thoughts!

Cirrus:

IN MY HOUSE WE DON'T BELIEVE IN NOT STARTING OUT STRONG

Shout outs for having your asexual option in the dating sim be. The kinkiest guy there

Cirrus is a bit too intense for me, however, that is NOT a bad thing in the slightest. I think his route is well done for those who are up for his brand of intensity.

I might still play his route because. damn this boy's issues got me curious about his backstory. ($10 on mommy issues)

I had the hardest time getting to Cirrus's good end during my playthrough because having pretty much any self-preservation instinct around Cirrus gives you a bad/neutral ending. He's the only one I had to pull the guide out to get the best ending. (I think I'm just too sassy)

I get medusa vibes from Cirrus. The snake imagery is more likely tied to the lunar church, but his staunch reluctance to take his own mask off makes me wonder (this is mainly referenced in asks answered by the Rotten Raccoon studios). Refusal to let people see his eyes + snakes + power + slightly unnatural abilities to influence is, something.

I am shaking this man like a snowglobe WHAT IS YOUR DEAL I MUST KNOW MORE

(I am. metaphorically shaking him like a snowglobe. I would never shake this man im terrified)

CONCLUSION: Most likely to shame you for your anime choices. Least likely to be normal about it when you ask for help peeling an orange.

Keir:

HERE COMES BIG MAN

yeah he's tied for favorite right now. the slow burn in his plot is just too good? big man....freckles...secret soft side...im weak

he's so nice I keep forgetting. He kind of kidnaps you? not even kind of he just drags you off the street and goes "you live in my house now". Even Griff calls MC a stray early on. My man really said "Here's a convenient lost human I'm dragging them home now"

oh my GOD they were ROOMATES

I definitely was too nice to him in my first playthrough until I realized he does need (and want) to be sassed to death.

this man is like 6'6 and the canon-ish Vesper height from the CG is 5'4. THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. This kills the man (me)

The sprite of Keir's ears blushing SENDS ME INTO A FRENZY

I quite liked the gameplay style of Keir's route. I was so focused and invested as soon as I realized I needed to remember specific directions to save the heist group during timed decisions

Something I haven't seen discussed yet: I'm mega curious about the dagger Keir has on his outfit. It's specifically pointed out in text that it's high-quality, and I vaguely remember an ask that Rotten Raccoons answered that said it's a status symbol. (The dagger also just looks SO cool. and....it looks like Francesco's...?)

(My bet is that he either 1. stole it. or 2. got it from Oleander during their tryst (WHICH WE ALSO NEED TO TALK ABOUT-))

CONCLUSION: Most likely to be gifted a "WORLD'S BEST DAD" mug from his similarly-aged peers. Least likely to live down that one time he ate soap because he thought it was edible.

Francesco:

someone keep the "silver dust" away from this lad im scared

Originally, I was least looking forward to playing Francesco's route since I just wasn't interested in his initial concept. After playing his route though? It was excellently done, and I genuinely had fun. It was refreshing to have a character more naive than Vesper, so more cultural aspects were explained and we got a good alternate perspective on the marketplace. Also, it got REAL spicy in new and exciting ways the other chapters didn't. I'm really looking forward to the next chapters with his route!

I totally love the contrasts in his design and his character. He's got both bright red and blue highlights in his design, his outfit is very pointy and angular while his hair/smile is soft and flow-y.

And in his personality, he's both sweet and open, but extremely cagey about some information, and quite pragmatic when he wants to be. I think he's way smarter than he lets on.

that doesn't mean I don't want to bridal carry him and tuck him into bed at night after a all-nighter party

I do think Fran's slightly looser demeanor could lead to him being even more brutal than the other LI's. Remember that one anime clip (Found it, it's this one from Danshi Koukousei) where a group of friends wants to fight for fun, but one of the friends asks why they need rules in a fight? And said friend is shown like secretly holding a rock and was ready to use it? that's Fran. He would not have chill and does not heed the rules.

"Protect the boy", but mostly to prevent him from tasting blood. Because if that happens we're all fucked

CONCLUSION: Most likely to eat that M&M off the ground because you dared him. Least likely to beat the puppy allegations.

Oleander:

Oleander is tied for favorite with Keir. Oleander is just *chefs kiss* LOOK AT HIM. inscrutable......

Somewhere in an ask answered by Rotten Raccoons studio, they mentioned that for Oleander's route, they were going for a "Sexy boss situation that doesn't feel like a work safety violation". They hit that right on the nose; there's intrigue and a power imbalance, but in a non-restrictive or terrifying way.

I love being involved in the business part of his route. I keep making decisions like "Hmm yes my primary goal is to romance Oleander. But what would be the smartest business move here? How do we advance our agenda?"

Also, I do love playing a sexy evil secretary in a vn. love having a job and being evil at it AND being paid money. 10/10

That dance scene is everything I could have ever wanted no notes

I am fascinated to find out more about what he's been up to since his last trek into the marketplace. Seems like people are trying to kill him all the time anyway, so what would be enough to cause him to leave?

he's like an angler fish, but the lure is his booba

I relate to Oleander in that. I have too many online usernames because I can't stick with one. People get my 800 online names mixed up often. He has the same problem, we're basically twinsies

This man is pretending to be a himbo like his life depends on it (It probably does). He's too smart though, I know for a fact he has at least three different schemes going at any given time.

CONCLUSION: Most likely to be able to help you properly lace a corset (this man knows the boot-to-the-back necessity of the process). Least likely to be allowed to be banker during monopoly night.

Vesper:

black mask enjoyer 4 life

(all three are good I just wanted to say which one I picked. And to add my conclusion section)

CONCLUSION: Most likely to get their shit rocked by a falling piano. Least likely to survive an argument about pineapple on pizza.

Concerns:

With how separate the four routes are, the game could potentially feel like four separate visual novels all in one universe. Maybe I haven't played enough VN's, but there is a feeling of separation between the routes.

In the very beginning of the game, when you're picking your route, I wish there was a bit more heads up/information between who you're picking. For example, I had a rough idea that going into the church is where you'd find Cirrus, but only from information outside the game. I didn't know sticking around for the brawl would push you into Kier's route. It's overall pretty vague to which route you're going based on only in-game information.

Misc thoughts:

Vesper: "How are you going to keep me?? ;)" Keir and Oleander: "crimes" Vesper: "Wh-" Keir and Oleander: "you're an accomplice now congrats we're in this together. wanna get drinks"

catch my socially anxious ass wanting to be under the mountain and wear masks so I don't have to make eye contact with strangers all the time. at least its a fun thought to have when I mask for covid

OKAY FRANCESCO AND KEIR'S DAGGER MATCH? AND ARE RED/BLUE LIKE FRANCESCOS OUTFIT? DOES IT MEAN ANYTHING??? probably not but I do like the pretty knives....

For real, I got the brain worms for this game, I'm on the edge of making a big ol playlist. the headcannons? They go on my friend. they go on. I'm laying awake at night thinking about what each character would order at a coffee shop

by the time I publish this post. I did start working on the playlist

yes, I've also designed my own vesper, its such a prime opportunity for character design.

Obscura also may or may not have inspired me to get involved with an otome jam game team, more on that in the future possibly.....

OVERALL: I got the first chapter/demo of Obscura for free from Itchio/steam. High marks for writing, sound, art, game design, all of it! I am on the edge of my seat waiting for CH2.

TL;DR: If you haven't played it, and love spicy and dark stories, go play it! Part one is free! and fantastic.

Itch.io

Steam

#obscura vn #rotten raccoons #obscura cirrus #obscura keir #obscura francesco #obscura oleander #i've been writing this post for weeks and i just keep editing it. going to hit send now

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mishietishie · 2 days

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Sukuna dating headcanons

Tw: slight angst? Ooc Sukuna probs, HeianEra!Sukuna, for the first part, fluff ofc <3, Shibuya mention

A/N: I'll write Choso headcanons after this silly willy <3

You used to be his concubine in the Heian Era.

In the beginning, Sukuna never really paid mind to you. You were just one of the many others in his harem.

But then, one night, he came back from slaughtering villages, his body covered in blood (which wasn't his, obviously).

While Uraume was running a bath for him, he was walking towards his chambers until you bumped into him.

Sukuna got annoyed at your recklessness and wanted to end your measly life then and there. But then he could see a glimmer of worry in your eyes at the sight of his bloodied state. You were brave enough to stand up and touch his bicep, asking if he was okay and if you should call Uraume.

He quickly dismissed you after that, but ever since, he felt a weird feeling in his stomach when he thought about or saw you.

Soon enough, he started to spend more time with you, spoiling your more than his other concubines. He made you sleep with him, sit on his lap while he was sitting on his throne, listening to some measly sorcerers who tried offering him all kinds of things so he would spare their lives.

Sukuna genuinely enjoyed your presence, not seeing you as just a concubine anymore. He liked hearing you talk about your day when he was gone.

Sometimes, he brought you the heads of people he killed as gifts, but he soon stopped after you made it clear you didn't want heads in your room. (Oh well, more food for him!)

One night, when he was lying with you in his bed, watching over your sleeping form, he promised himself that he would make you his Queen one day and that he'd conquer all with you by his side.

But that dream didn't become a reality as he was sealed away the day he wanted to declare you as his queen.

Or so he thought.

When he killed Jogo in Shibuya, he suddenly felt the presence of your soul nearby. Turning around, he sees Uraume kneeling behind him together with someone else. It was you. His concubine, his supposed to be Queen. You looked exactly the same as he remembered, and he could swear he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of you.

(Anyways, time for the actual headcanons)

He likes holding you close at all times. Sleeping? He's big spooning you with his face buried in your hair, smelling your fragrance. Sitting? You're sitting on his lap, no discussion. Taking a walk? He'd secretly love to carry you bridal style, but since you're a human being with some decency, you don't allow him to. Which means Sukuna has to settle for wrapping an arm around your waist

If you cook for him, he'd first complain saying how he already has a chef, but he'll eat it nonetheless

Makes fun of you and calls you names from time to time, but you know he doesn't mean anything bad behind it. It's just his love language! (Also, if someone else makes fun of you, then you can bet you'll find their head on your porch <3)

Sukuna Ryomen isn't only the King of Curses but also the King of Jealousy. If you have any guy friends, you bet Sukuna's gonna get all up in your business whenever they're involved. You're his, so why should you spend time with other men while you have him?!

If you have plushies, he'll throw them away or destroy them because he finds it stupid that you're cuddling with them and not with him.

When he found out how to use a smartphone, you kept getting spam notifications of texts and missed calls from him <3

For someone as big as he is, his footsteps are very silent. He uses that to his advantage when he's sneaking up behind you to give you a good scare. But he also likes "spying" on you at home when you're doing simple domestic tasks like cooking or cleaning. He likes seeing you sway your hips while dusting the ceiling or the way you hum and even softly sing while stirring in the pot of soup. Sometimes, you catch him staring, though, and when you do, he will never head the end of it.

#mishietishie #jjk #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna

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karasuno-planet · 2 days

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Telling the Karasuno boys about your bad dream 🧡🖤

Includes: Daichi, Kageyama, Hinata

genre: fluffy angst-recovery-type small oneshots—all could be taken platonically or romantically—except for Kageyama's which is explicitly romantic.

tw: mention of cheating and a sports injury/bone breaking

Sawamura Daichi:

The night before the team set out for a big away game you spent the night in an agonizing dream that left you feeling empty in the morning. When you got on the bus you beelined straight to Daichi and sat next to him. He sat up a little straighter when you sat down and looked earnestly at you, silently asking you what's wrong.

You sighed and looked back at him, "I had a bad dream last night."

"You know what, I did too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, vice principal's wig again..."

You laughed at his joke, a slight smile creeping up on your face that replaced the empty expression before.

You sat in comfortable silence for a second before Daichi asked, "But, seriously, do you want to talk about it?"

It spilled out of you quickly, "It was in the future, and I saw you at a supermarket. You didn't remember who I was. We hadn't spoken in years.."

As you explained, he watched you with kind eyes and wrapped an arm around you in a comforting hug.

"You know I won't ever let that happen."

"Promise?

"Promise. After a graduate you won't ever stop hearing from me."

"Thank god..." A smile creeped across your face as you enjoyed his certainty, motivated by his unwavering lack of doubt. If nobody else believed in you, you knew for certain that Daichi did.

A grin spread across his face, "And one more thing about your dream..."

"Yeah?"

"Did I age well?"

Tobio Kageyama:

You woke up early in the morning in a sweat, with tears forming in your eyes. You might've just had the worst dream you can remember. Before you knew it, you were calling him.

When Tobio picked up, you were greeted with a groggy voice, "Y/n? What is it?"

You rubbed your eyes to stop the tears and explained, "I just had a horrible dream."

Kageyama's mind raced, considering the many topics you could have been trapped in a nightmare about. But he never thought of what it actually was.

"You were with someone else..." You tell him.

In a moment of shock, his tired mind blurted out, "but that's ridiculous."

However true, it wasn't exactly what you needed in the moment.

"Doesn't stop me from being upset about it..."

"But I would never—" he sighs, realizing you already knew that. "I'm sorry. Just know it's not real. You're all I want." His tired voice echos through your phone speaker and puts you at ease.

"Thank you."

"Always." He blurts out before you're able to say anything else.

"Sorry, I'll let you go back to bed," You mutter, about to hang up the phone, when he quickly cut you off:

"Y/n, are you free tonight?"

Shoyo Hinata:

At a small practice match that ran absurdly overtime in your school gym, you watched play after play from the bleachers and slowly found yourself having dosed off. A ball bounced your way, hitting the bleachers and effectively jolting you awake. You gasped for air having just escaped the horrible scenario your mind had crafted, to see that the match had ended and the team was cleaning the gym.

"Sorry!!" Shoyo rushed over, collecting the ball he had accidentally flung your way when he meant to throw it in the bin with the other volleyballs. Upon seeing your frightened face, his anxious expression dropped to one of concern. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I um- had a bad dream. I'm just happy you're okay."

"Happy I'm okay?" He sat next to you and took on a puzzled expression.

"I had a dream where you jumped so high to spike, but you were off balanced and- I heard a big crack when you landed-" You wince as you recall the memory of the nightmare you just had.

"Oh no! I'm okay, I'm okay, don't worry!! Look!" He flexed his legs out in front of you, rolling his ankles and pointing his feet. "All good."

You sighed with relief. "Good. Just, be careful."

"Of course, y/n! I'll stay healthy as long as you stay watching me get better every game." He beams at you, smiling with such contagious joy.

You smile back, nodding at him.

"But hey, don't fall asleep next time!!"

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 1 day

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um if this doesn't make you uncomfortable

i saw your hc lucifer as orthodox christian and i have an interest in orthodox so can i request some hcs of lucifer as an orthodox christian (like his daily activities as orthodox christian, etc.)

again, if you are feeling uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this, i know many dont feel comfortable with topic of religion

(if you want age confirmation, im an legal adult)

I'm not uncomfortable with talking about my religion, but there's this itty bitty problem that comes up when you discuss orthodox christian traditions. Every countries orthodox traditions are different because, unlike catholic christianity with the pope, there's no authorithy over the whole religion. (There's patriarchs, but they're authorothy over their respective region, not the whole of orthodoxy. It's complicated and I do not have the full understanding on how the orthodox hierarchy works either.)

That's a long way of saying that I'll be writing Lucifer as specificly a romanian orthodox christian because that's the one I'm familiar with.

Lucifer being orthodox on main

There's a day every year when Lucifer will wash the feet of all his nobles. Since he's at the top of the food chain in his country (and in general), he's the one that has to wash the sins away from all his nobles. He used to do it to the patience as well, but they're too many since the war began.

Paradise Lost is the only country that celebrates Easter, but it's during the correct date and not the catholic date.

Easter Eve night is spent at the church where Lucifer sings a specific prayer before leading the atendees around the church three times. Every atendent has to hold a chicken or rooster as they circle the church and at the end they sacrifice the birds to the lord.

Not an orthodox thing exactly, but Lucifer loves decorating eggs with beads, kind of like this

During Easter everyone in Paradise Lost has to smash an egg with everyone else. (I have no idea how to explain it, just have a video. That's basicly it)

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After Easter he greats all his nobles with "Hristos a înviat" ("Christ has been revived" kinda, I'm not a professional translator) and his nobles have to answer "Adevărat a înviat" ("True, he's been revived."). This goes on for a month

Moving on from Christmas, whenever a patient dies, Lucifer rushes to their room and lights candle.

No noble in Paradise Lost ever dies (thank you, Gamigin) but Lucifer has a whole ass plan prepared for the possibility of them dying. I talking casket measurements, a list of their favorite foods so he may give it out as pomană, the prayer he'll honor them with, everything

Whenever something bizarre or unorthodox (haha) happens, Lucifer will let out a quiet "Doamne fereşte" ("God forbid") and look at an icon (he has those in every room).

He was given a cross necklace when he was younger by God and he never takes it off. Will hiss at anyone that even tries to touch it.

Lucifer only wears red underwear. It's to prevent people from putting envy curses on him. If he's praising someone a lot, at some point he'll do the "pu pu pu să nu te deochi" ("[spitting noise] may I not curse you")

He sometimes calls his brothers by their hebrew names, that's Gavril, Mihail and Rafail. Kind of preferes calling them by those names, but he can go with the latin version as well.

I'mma be honest, these were the hardest headcanons to write for. There's so many romanian words that have no direct translation and all of them are related to religion in some way 😭😭😭 I didn't even bring up the strigoi or jumping over fire. I've been told before that I kind of need to tone down the use of Romanian on my blog since not everyone is from here, so I tried my best with translations.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb lucifer #whb paradise lost #I hope it makes sense #I really want to talk about my traditions and how I hc other characters from media to have them #but it's difficult when you have to explain what every word means

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cottonlemonade · 1 day

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Hello again it's me. I may I please have a menu B with strawberry milk and purin and I'll sit next to Ren Oomimi please

The Wrath Of Oomimi Ren

word count: 818 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Oomimi x chubby!Reader (feat. Atsumu)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy jealous upperclassman Oomimi, as manager

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It was never a good sign to see the twins huddled together with Suna in an obviously plotting manner. Whispers and giggles, a short screech of approval here or there - it was all rather disconcerting.

Oomimi frowned and went back to his conversation with the other two third years. However, he didn’t let the chaotic trio out of his sight. Kita wasn‘t here yet, being stuck in a meeting of the class presidents, so it fell upon him, Michinari and Aran to keep the younger members of the team in check until the training began (certainly a three person job). The gym door opened and their trainer along with their manager came in, the cute kohai holding a water carrier in each hand. Almost automatically he made a move to hurry over and take them off your hands but one side glance towards the menaces from year two stopped him in his tracks. He had already been too obvious about his crush on their curvy manager, having gushed about you one too many times to his classmates in the locker room. Even though, “gushed“ might have been the wrong word. He talked about you. Too often.

Thinking out loud if the team should invite you along for an after training snack run to the nearby convenience store or wondering if you‘d maybe be interested in joining them for a (not really) friendly game of Mario Kart that weekend. Or invite you to a movie with them. Or suggesting to have you join their study group. Or sit with them at lunch. Or if they should bring you a bun when they went by a bakery on their way to school.

Everyone knew about his crush, even the trainer. Except, of course, you.

To you, Oomimi was a thoughtful, albeit quiet player who was an important component to Inarizaki‘s defense along with Suna. To you, he was simply being polite and tried to include you as often as possible. And, to be honest, he was the reason why you joined the team as the manager.

Whenever you called for the team’s attention for the coach, Oomimi was the first to come running but always stopped himself a few meters before reaching you, slowing his steps and suddenly becoming very interested in retying his shoes or straightening his jersey as to not make it seem like he was too eager to get to you. He knew he had an intimidating aura and the last thing he wanted was to scare you by towering over you.

And today was no exception.

Once Kita arrived the team gathered in a half circle around you and the trainer - Oomimi stole glances at you throughout the coach’s game plan. When it was time for the warm up drills, he paused in his movements when he saw that instead of dispersing like the rest of the team, the chaotic trio stayed behind to talk to you while Coach Kurosu went outside to take a phone call.

“How about it, y/n-chan?”, he heard Atsumu say loudly, “This friday night. We can go to the arcade or see a movie.“ The setter shuddered, feeling a sudden icy chill on the back of his neck but soldiered on, “Why aren’t ya sayin’ anythin’? Don’t wanna go on a date with me?”

He was sure when he turned around he would come face to face with Kita but instead he stared at the chest of the middle blocker, slowly raising terrified eyes to look at him.

“H-hey, Oomimi-san.”, he stuttered, “I was just askin’ our manager to go out with me.”

“I know, the whole gym could hear ya.”, Oomimi replied calmly.

“O-okay then. Uhm… would ya give us a bit of space so she can answer me?”

Oomimi looked at you - your face telling a detailed story of confusion and reluctance.

“No.”, he said, glaring down at Atsumu.

“And why is that?”, Atsumu asked, hoping his knees wouldn’t give out. He hated Osamu and Suna for this. Sure, the sacrifice for their cause was chosen via rock, paper, scissors but now that The Wrath of Oomimi Ren was upon him, he really badly wanted to reconsider, even if that would give his friends the right to his lunch desserts for the next month.

“Well…” Oomimi hadn’t thought that far. “Because…-“

“Because I’d actually much rather go out with Oomimi-san.”, you said, cheeks as red as tomatoes, “Sorry, Tsumu. You’re … okay and all but I’m not interested.”

Osamu and Suna doubled over with laughter - the latter still holding up his phone to capture the moment for all eternity.

Atsumu would have been extremely offended if he wasn’t so relieved that the giant third year was too distracted by your confession to hurt him and grabbing his brother and friend by the sleeves dragged them off to leave you and Oomimi to blush at each other in private.

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a/n: thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoyed it ^^ 🌟

#sunnys school lunches #oomimi ren #omimi ren #omimi #omimi ren x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #omimi ren x reader #ren omimi #omimi x chubby reader #omimi x reader #hq fluff #omimi fluff #oomimi fluff #omimi ren fluff #oomimi ren fluff

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cool-person-yey · 3 days

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If you were to psychoanalyze the characters from tmagp, what would you say about them as well as how that affects them and their outlook on life?

now THAT is a loaded question

Sam -> oh that boy is not well. getting rejected from the institute fucked him up a lot, and all the expectations his parents ( and himself) had for him didn't help. all of that resulted in him being a massive overachiever & people-pleaser, n also his obsession with the institute. Sam feels that need to prove himself, prove that he's good enough, and if for some reason he isn't, he needs to know why. he's trying to cross-reference cases, looking for the answers— and yet, he's being deprived of them. again. I've noticed that he's slightly manipulative, not like, playing people to do what he wants, but just small little actions and stuff he says that seem harmless at first but do have second intentions in mind. I'd say it's related to the whole Gifted Kid Burnout™ thing, usually ex-gifted kids are great at lying and schooling their expressions to not show what they truly feel and think.

Alice-> oh she is not fine. not fine at all. We don't know how her experience at the institute impacted her (or if he remembers it at all. I think she does, just trying to ignore it) so I'll leave that aside for now. Her parents' deaths resulted in her having to fill that role for Luke, and she probably did not have time to grieve properly for them (yes, Sam helped her, but there's only so much a friend can do. and in a way, grieving never really stops). Her 'jokester doesn't care about the horrors' demeanor is meant to hide the simple fact that she is scared she probably has been for a while, but never had the chance to show it, and know she doesn't know exactly how to. if she can't make it funny then she'll ignore it, it's better that way.

Gwen-> yeah she's not good either. honestly no one in this fucking office is alright. The first thing we know about Gwen is that she comes from a rich family, and that obviously impacts heavily how she views the world, the scene that portrays this the best is when she welcomes Lady Mowbray into the OIAR because " she's an actual lady'' ( like the most dangerous thing isn't an old British lady) Gwen is very much an elitist. she needs to be at the top at all costs, she needs to be "In it". While her experience with Bonzo definitely shook her up quite a bit, she does not seem to want to go back though. We don't know much about her personal life (outside her family being rich obv) so I won't comment on that.

Lena -> I think she might be the most unwell on this list. she doesn't interact much with the others, but she does care a lot, we have basically 0 information on her background (outside of headcanons, and while I have many I'll only talk canon stuff here) so I won't comment much on it, but Lena seems like someone who was taught to always obey and not to ask many questions. she wants to complete the tasks management send her, not only because she needs to obey, but also because they're supposedly helping the world with that work. Lena cares, she just doesn't show it, I'd say either because she was taught not to, or because she learned it the hard way that caring may be your downfall.

Celia -> this one's a bit complicated. everyone and their mother have talked about how celia is the same one from tma etc etc. and yeah, I believe in it BUT since it wasn't properly confirmed yet, I'll talk about tmagp-only Celia first and then tma-travelled-to-tmagp Celia bc that's a whole other angst ( well not that they don't have stuff in common, but they're for different reasons)

So we know very little about Celia actually. she has a son, she likes little doughnuts, she wakes up in the middle of the night at a train station sometimes. She seems very reserved to talk much about her own life, even to old friendships such as Georgie. Celia is a very secretive person, she does believe the cases are true and does not hide that fact, even bringing it up at her date with Sam. Jack adds an interesting layer to her character, we haven't seem much of him yet, but I think that eventually her Mother Instincts and protectiveness will come into play. So overall, Celia is a pretty reserved person that does believe in the horrors, but doesn't want her loved ones to be involved in the horrors ( unless they show an interest in it? lots of people have theorized that maybe she is not in love with Sam or something, while i do not share that theory it is something to consider still. ) She definitively had a past experience with the horrors though.

now our beloved tma-celia-went-to-protocolverse-celia. Like i mentioned before, she has basically the same personality as— well, herself. but now I can pick out these traits and explain the reason behind them ( or speculate because this is a theory, even if like, everyone has agreed on it. we could just have been fools the whole goddamn time. do not forget that) first of, her being extremely secretive is kind of obvious, trying not to attract unwanted attention and not have many people involved in it, as not to harm them. Celia has first-hand experience with the horrors, she lost herself in it, she doesn't want that to happen to anyone else. I choose to assume Jack was born before she took tmagp's Celia's place, and she did not have the courage to just get rid of an innocent baby (tmagp celia was too but hey, telling lies to justify our actions is easier when looking through a mirror). She cares, she even became georgie's friend again, she cares a lot and she knows she'll have to work hard to keep the people she loves safe.

We don't know that much about collin and teddy yet, although if anyone want to psychoanalize them go for it!

thanks for sending this question anon! and i apologize for taking a while to asnwer it, and if any of the asnwer seems weird or not like what a human person would say, it is because they were written all in different times and places and stages of sleep deprivation.

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #the magnus protocol #tmagp speculation #celia ripley #samama khalid #sam khalid #gwen bouchard #gwendolyn bouchard #alice dyer #lena kelley #answered ask

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ginalongillustrations · 3 days

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Vox Machina Details

I realized that now that I've completed all of Vox Machina, I wanted to show off the symbols I chose for each member and their designs as some of them I'm super proud of! If you're unsure what any of the symbols are meant to convey, just read blow the line.

Keyleth

(side note, I finished her original version at like ep 35 and had worked so hard to stay away from spoilers so I had no idea what most of the symbols meant and was struggling to think of things)

Kraken- I included it because the kraken fight will go down in my personal history ad the fight that was the biggest... slog to get through. You felt the weariness of it as shit just kept repeating, and unfortunately half the table was slightly drunk making everything worse, and it was so pivotal because Vax died and that chastened his deal with the raven Queen and it was Keyleth completing her journey and it was Tary's first real adventure. It also was right after my Roman Empire Vaxleth quote so it had to have a place.

Goldfish -iconic

Acorn- so this is one that has nothing to do with her journey but it's something I chose to symbolize what I love about her. I love her passion for life and her willingness to protect it. I chose it after she went against Grog during the Whiteness Arc and ran back to help the townsfolk to fight the zombie giant. I loved it because she refused to let those people fight on their own to live and it really stuck with me. Her unadulterated anger at the death of the fire ashari and so many other times she cares about life and I wanted to represent that, so much that I included it in her personal symbol at the top of the designs.

Fire - obvious reasons

Raven feather - gonna represent the love of her life

Snowdrop- yeah Vax got two but I'm so glad I did because that last episode had me sobbing just like Marisha and it's such a symbol of goodbye and love and stolen time

Vex

She is one of the most straightforward ones, another one that I had help on from the community because I didn't want spoilers but did want to encompass her entire journey and not just what I had seen.

Grizzly paw - for the best companion out there

Gold coins - Her greed is such a defining trait for so much of her journey to the point where it, in part, got her killed by wanting to steal the armour. It is her hating to spend 30 gold on a very useful book, it is so much of her and I love it.

Sun - Paelor, since she was chosen by him

Broom - As much as I wasn't a fan of the broom, it truly is such a big part of her, her fighting technique, and her personality again tied to her greed that I couldn't help but add it.

The gun and the dagger - for the two most important people in her life.

Pike

Her ship - It's cute how often she brought it up even when we never once see her at sea. I think Ashley really enjoyed that part of her backstory even asking about it in campaign 2.

Her holy symbol - Sarenrae is the God who has my heart simply for her kindness to Pike. Her warmth and love and how important that relationship is to Pike. More so than any other cleric, it feels like they get each other and I love that. I'm also sad Sarenrae hasn't been around much in the other campaigns. Someone give this God some love please (I'm on ep 46 of c3 so who knows)

The lute - even if they never go on a date during the campaign, that relationship is super important. It was the first relationship I shipped in VM and how often they look out for each other. I'll always be sad Ashley couldn't be there for ep 85

Grog's axe - adoptive siblings for life

Iris - since it's the flower of Westruun, I thought I should add also because Matt was able to pull that out of his ass when asked was incredible and needs to be remembered always.

Glabrezu claw - even if it's not a death we saw, that death echoed throughout the campaign and it affected Pike so much

Scanlan

Scanlan was harder. So many of his moments are intangible. How do you draw a counterspell? A wish? The hunt for drugs that are actually just cooking spices? the meat man? Modify memory? Scanlan will always be MVP of the VM campaign in my eyes, and so it was so hard to do him justice.

The three eyes of Ioun - No one expected Scanlan to be chosen but chosen he was and the world is better for it.

Triceratops - That fight was the first time Scanlan really showed he could hold his own. Hell, the rest of VM came out worse with 5 people than he did. It was the first time you saw how much of a beast Scanlan could be.

Pike's mace- the woman who made him better

The beret - I had just finished the briarwood Arc what I was working on him and I thought this the best representation of Sam willing to just roll with the stupidest running bits.

The Burt Reynolds mustache - His love of disguises and also one of his most iconic lines

The flute - representing his meeting Kaylie and how that changed so much of his journey.

Percy

I struggled with Percy and his symbols because I couldn't always grasp what was important and what drove him as tangible things outside his family, Revenge, and Vex. I also just have the most trouble connecting to Percy so I think that played a part.

The bird skull - I felt it showed his connect to others? As it passed through his hands it showed a care for others and I dunno, this one just stuck with me. So it's there.

Black powder -no way in hell I'm leaving Viktor out

De Rolo crest - His family and all that he lost

An arrow - his future, his shining north star, his better half

Black smoke - Orthax and how much control it had over him

Vampire teeth - a bit corny I know but had no idea how to represent the briarwoods so I rolled with this.

Vax

Snowdrop - the mirror Keyleth, and if you have the prints next to each other with Vax on the right and Keyleth on the left, the snowdrops mirror. They're the only two of the series to have that (can you tell who my favourite couple is?)

The raven Queen mask - she needed her own spot because she is.. the looming shadow over so much of Vax, his choices, and his story. She is unrelenting, she is ever-present, she is inevitable. And I hate her for it.

The arrow - twins for life

The antlers - This man supports Keyleth's rights and her wrongs and I adore him for it. I love that he says if you're going to your death to fight this dragon then I'm with you no questions asked. He worships her and it makes me weak at the knees.

The feather - those wings become as much a part of his identity as the broom is for Vex.

The belt - his love for that belt but also his use of equipment. Vax, more than anyone I think, has his identity was tied to his equipment and his icknic moments. His boots, his armour, his belt, his daggers. They make up so much of him.

Grog

He's another super straightforward one because we'll, Grog wasn't meant to have a deep and rich and complex character. He has amazing moments but again how do I show them? Craven's edge was something I tried for but it just didn't read as exactly that so I sadly left it out. Believe me, it hurt.

The deck of many things - Those cards were Grog's roman empire and it bit him in the ass at the end and I love it. Also just Travis and his absolute inability to not push the red buttons.

Ale - no group has loved taverns as much as VM, and no one in that group loves a night of drinking as much as Grog.

The Lute - for his best bud

The Mace - for his sister

The shapes - callback to the original audio intro with Grog being first

The bag of holding - few things were as paired as Grog and that bag. No one has their inventory as well organized as that Goliath.

Tary

Blondies - I know he was only a portion of it and I think because he was there for the time they mentioned it the most, I connect Tary the most with the Slayers Cake. It's the friendships he formed in his time with the group.

The list - thinking of him saving Keyleth and getting to mark off rescuing a maiden will never fail to make me laugh

The arrow - his best friend

The gun - his other best friend

The book - his many grand tales all documented in one fantastical book

The helmet - I really wanted it in the original design but it just wasn't going to work with the pose I wanted, so it ended up at the bottom.

Yepp so these are the things I connect with these characters the most. It's silly and so much effort for such a small part of the print, but I'm proud of them.

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 16 hours

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Hello! Do you take fanfic requests? If so, I would love to request a dom!val and a sub!vox. With Vox being reluctant at first, but becoming a complete moaning and cum-filled mess by the end. And I would appreciate some bdsm too lol

Thanks - 📿 anon

Fuck Puppy (Valentino x Vox) (Valentino uses they/them pronouns for my convenience here)

Word count: 3489

CW! Explicit Smut, creampie, dom/sub, daddy kink, BDSM, puppy sub, pet play, Valentino being Valentino, Valentino using his smoke, some violence, and again, lots of degradation. I think that’s all? This list feels shorter than usual. Let me know if I missed anything!

This divider will mark when aftercare starts! Well sort of. It’s Valentino so yk. He’s not great at it.

"Voxxy, you know my name, don't you?" Valentino asked, leaning over his shoulder. They had a small pout on their face as they reached down with their lower two hands (out of their four arms) and cupped Vox’s pecs. Technically they were his tits, but Vox didn't like when they called them that. Val teased him through his suit and sweater vest. "It's Valentino, baby. I'm getting tired of you calling me babe all the time. Why don't we spice things up, hm?"

"Of course I know your name, my dear," Vox replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the sensation of Val’s hands on his chest. "I just like calling you 'babe' because it annoys you," he added with a mischievous smirk.

"Mm," Val said, squinting at him. "You know, part of that is what got me thinking... you've always been dom, yes? Well, tonight I wanted to switch roles..." They let the proposal hang in the air for a moment, knowing Vox would be opposed- or at the very least, hesitant-to the idea. "You can call me Daddy, be a nice little sub..."

Vox's eyes widened in surprise at their proposal. He was always the dominant one in their relationship, and the idea of switching roles was... intriguing. "Hmm... I'll have to think about it," he said, tapping his screen in mock contemplation.

"I'll have to think about it," They repeated with a huff. "Really? You're going to pull that card on me?" Val knew better than anyone that when he said that it just meant he'd put the topic aside and hope the other person would forget or drop it. "Can't you at least try?"

Vox chuckled at their reaction. "Alright, alright. I'll try," he said, giving in to their request. He leaned in closer to them, his breath warm on their face. "But just for tonight," he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Great! Now, let's get you out of this chair..." They scooped him up with ease and brought him to the bed. "Let's see, what should I do with you, hm? You've always been into BDSM... how would you like to be on the receiving end of it?"

Vox's eyes widened in surprise as they wrapped their arms around him and set him down on the mattress. He had never seen this side of them before. "W-what are you going to do to me?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and fear.

He knew how Val treated their workers, and although they’d never been particularly violent in bed before, that was mostly due to the fact that Vox had always been in control. He was hesitant and a little.. well, scared, to hand that control over. He wasn’t a particularly trusting person, and this act required a lot of trust.

"Whatever you want me to... or, rather, whatever you let me do to you," they said with a grin. "What do you prefer, hm? Ropes or chains? blindfold or gags? A dildo or a vibrator? or both?"

Vox's breath hitched as he processed their words. He had always been confident and in control, but now the tables had turned. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of being at their mercy. "Ropes... and a blindfold.”

"Mmm... are you sure that's the best choice?" They asked, undressing him slowly. Their fingers moved gently across his skin, grazing lightly as they pushed his clothes aside. "There's so many other options, too... such a hard decision, isn't it?"

Vox's body tensed as their fingers trailed across his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He thought about their question, his mind racing with all the possibilities. "Maybe... c-cuffs," he stammered, feeling a surge of desire as he said the word.

"Maybe? you don't sound so confident, baby..." they murmured, their breath hot on his skin. It was hard getting him into his role as a sub. Val thought for a moment, then decided they had to make him less sure of himself. Less confident, and more dependent on them, as the dom. "Tell me, what's the kinkiest shit you've done while dominating someone, hm? how big and scary can you be?"

Vox felt a flicker of annoyance at their words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the desire to please them. "... I've used restraints, blindfolds, and gags," he said, his voice shaky as he spoke, reminiscing in some of it.

"How so? for what?" They asked, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. Val rubbed their thumb across his nipples in little circles. "C'mon, what's the worst thing you've done?”

"I... l once used a riding crop to... punish a submissive," Vox said, trying to keep his voice steady as they touched him. The memory of that encounter made him flush with excitement, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan at their touch.

"Really, Voxxy? That's it?" They chuckled and pinned him down beneath them roughly. "First thing I can tell you is that we're going to do something a little different than what you're used to. You think you've done bad? Well I can assure you, l've done worse. So, why don't you shut that pretty little mouth of yours and let Daddy take control, hm?"

"Oh... oh god," Vox whimpered as they pinned him down, completely at their mercy. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of being dominated by them. He was all about change, about trying new things… this couldn’t be too bad, right? He gave them a weak smile, his screen already tinged pink. "Y-yes, Daddy... I'll be quiet.”

"You're already failing at that," they muttered with a sigh. Val pulled out a gag and put it in his mouth to shut him up for good. "Words like that? They're useless when you’re with me. You don't talk unless I let you talk. The only thing you're good for is looking sexy and being my favorite whore, got it?"

Vox's eyes widened as they spoke, readjusting the gag and rendering him almost completely silent. He couldn't help but moan as they called him a whore, a small part of him enjoying the degradation. Just a small part, he’d insist.

"Good boy," they said sweetly, trailing their fingers along his skin, teasing and gentle. "You like when I do that, don't you? You like when I insult and degrade you, when I put you in your place? when I let you know just how useless you'd be without me?" I pressed down harder for that last part, then let up and continued as normal. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll be crying and begging me to stop."

Vox nodded eagerly, his body writhing at your touch. He let out muffled moans when they bite him or when their fingers drifted lower, near his inner thighs, the sensation more intense and arousing than he’d expected. "Y-yes, Daddy," he tried to say, but the gag made it hard for him to speak.

"See? this is why we have the gag," Val said with a grin. "You just can't keep quiet, can you?" They laughed and pulled away, undoing the buttons to his pants. They started teasing his cock, keeping his hands pinned above his head with one hand of their own.

Vox's hips bucked as they teased him, his body begging for more. He whined into the gag, trying to thrust upward to meet their teasing hand. Their grip on his wrist dug into his skin, leaving marks that would linger long after he was released.

"Come now, mi cariño... if you can't stay still I may just have to tie you up." They gently squeezed his dick, then leaned down and teased the tip with their tongue. "How would you feel about that, hm?"

Vox's back arched up off the bed at the sensation, his hands gripping at the sheets, trying to gain some kind of leverage. "Mmmph!" he tried to say through the gag, his eyes pleading with them, knowing they would take it as a challenge.

"Oh, you want it, don't you?" Val chuckled and reached for their cigarette- he'd chosen ropes earlier, so he was going to get chains instead. They lit it up and took a drag, filling the room with intoxictig red smoke. It'd work as a nice aphrodisiac drug for him. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you..." they undid the buttons to their own pants as they smoked, watching him carefully.

The smoke filled the room and Vox's eyes widened, breathing in the intoxicating mist. He could feel the effects already as his body relaxed, his muscles loosening.

"Oh, it must be hard for you to breath with that gag in..." Val murmured. "Everyone knows little lap dogs like you are only ever panting and gasping for more with their mouth." They undid the gag and pressed his face to the mattress, "You don't know how to use your nose properly, do you? Hm? you only ever use it for sniffing ass, is that right?"

Vox's mind was becoming foggy, his thoughts clouded as the aphrodisiac took hold. He gasped for breath through the gag until it was removed, his mouth left open in shock. He tried to respond, but his mind was too hazy.

"That's it, baby. Take it all in for Daddy..." Val smiled sweetly and blew a cloud of it in his face, then started working on tying him up in chains. They maneuvered the smoke around accordingly, forming chains from it- just as tangible as any real ones. "Can you answer a little question for me? I want you to tell be how you want to be tied up for me. Can your dumb little brain handle that?"

He nodded, his body betraying him. "I want to be tied up like your little puppy," he managed, his voice shaking. The pink haze filled his mind, his cock hardening despite his reluctance.

"Aww, like my little puppy," Val cooed, already getting to work. They made them a little tighter than they needed to be. "How cute. You like this, baby? Can you even tell what Daddy's doing to you right now? Why don't you explain it, describe it to me. Show me you understand."

He whimpered, his mind swimming in the haze of pleasure. "You're tying me up, Daddy. I-I can't move...it feels so good," he stammered, his voice shaking with pleasure and arousal.

"Mmhm... can you tell exactly where I'm tying you up at?" They asked, raising an amused brow. They took another puff of their cigarette and got back to work.

He nodded, his body trembling. "You're tying my hands behind my back, and you've put a collar around my neck," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Good boy! Such a good job, Voxxy," they praised, tightening the chains a little. Val stepped back and admired their work, then got down, positioning their cock at his entrance. "You're such a bitch sometimes, it's almost a surprise you're not a complete pussy. But don't worry, baby, I'll be filling you up either way..."

He gasped as he felt the tip of their cock against him, his body tensing as he prepared for the sensation of them inside him. He looked up at them, his eyes wide and terrified, but a hint of desire lingered within them. "Please, Val..."

"Please what?" They growled. They took one last long drag of their cigarette and blew the intoxicating smoke in his face. "Do you wanna be my fuck puppy? do you want me to shove my cock in your asshole, hm? Do you want me to have you cumming and begging for me?"

"Answer me," they said, hitting him hard. They grabbed his antennae and yanked his head up. "Daddy doesn't like to be ignored."

"Yes, Daddy!" he gasped, his eyes wide with surprise, pain, and most notably, pleasure. "I want you to shove your cock in my asshole and make me cum. I want to be your fuck puppy, please use me."

"Good boy," they purred, letting his head go and finally thrusting into him. "You like this, don't you, baby? Tell me how this good feels."

"Oh fuck, Val!" he yelled, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "It's so good, you're so big, please fuck me harder!" His nails dug into the palms of his hands, still tied behind his back as he arched it, offering himself up to them completely.

"What, you mean like this?" Val asked softly, moving in and out faster, slamming into him. "You like this, hm? You like being my little fuck puppy. You want daddy's dick so bad, you're such a desperate little slut. I want to hear you beg, bitch."

"Please, Daddy! Please fuck me harder, please, I need it so bad, I'm your little fuck puppy, your dirty little slut!" he screamed, his voice ragged with pleasure. "I'll do anything for you, please just fuck me harder!"

"Aww, such a needy little whore," they said, running their fingers along his back. Two of their hands held him down, their other two traced little patterns along his skin, leaving light scratches when he got moved too much. "Do you want me to fuck you senseless? Want me to fuck you until you're dumb little puppy? Do you want me to fuck you until you can't cum anymore, until you're begging me to stop?"

"Yes, please, Daddy, yes!" he shouted, arching his body against theirs. "Fuck me until I'm a mess, until I can't think straight, please!" He was begging for it, desperate for their touch, for his mind to go blank and just feel.

"Mm, such a good slut," they said with a grin. Val saw the look on his face, saw he was close, and they stopped, pausing for a moment. "Tell me, do you think you deserve to cum?"

"No, Daddy, I don't!" He gasped and shook his head, not knowing the answer they wanted but doing his best to please them. "I'm just your little fuck toy, your dirty little slut. I don't deserve pleasure, I only deserve to serve you, to make you happy."

"That's right," Val said, thrusting into him again. "If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you that you want something, you want it. If I tell you something, you believe it. Fuck pups like you don't need to think, you just obey like a good little dog. Now, cum for daddy."

"Yes, Daddy…" Vox moaned, reaching his peak and cumming hard. His body convulsed, every muscle tensing as he rode the wave of pleasure, his mind hazy and blank. "Thank you, Tino.." He panted breathlessly, still breathing heavily even as the sensation slowly faded.

"We're not done yet, baby.." they chuckled lightly and made a few deep scratches along his back. "You don't deserve to cum, you don't deserve pleasure. You're only here to serve me, like a good little puppy. You do what I say, when I say it. I want to fuck you all night long, until you're a whimpering cum soaked mess, and you are going to sit here and take it."

"Oh... oh yes, Daddy... please fuck me, I’m yours to use..." He moaned, his eyes wide and unfocused. He really did seem like a cock-hungry puppy, desperate for attention and pleasure.

"Good. Fucking. Boy." Val growled, each word punctuated with a hard thrust. They couldn't wait to watch him cum all night long.

He gasped, whimpering slightly in the back of his throat. Every thrust was a burst of pleasure that sent him jerking, his body writhing slightly on the bed under him. He was a mindless mess, his body so focused on the sex that it was more sensation than thought.

"Go on, whine and whimper and moan like a good little fuck pup," they said, pounding into him without remorse. The goal was to make him cum as many times as possible, to completely overwhelm him. And they were damn set on accomplishing it.

He made a breathless sound, arching his back slightly off the bed as he whimpered. "Daddy... Daddy please..." He whined, crying out in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer to climax.

"That's it, baby," Val groaned, reaching their own peak. They cummed in him, filling him up, but didn't stop thrusting. "Cum for daddy, now."

He let out a long, loud moan as he came. His orgasm was messy and intense, his body shaking under their touch. They could feel it, their thrusts slowing down but not stopping. A few more minutes and he was cumming again, his voice quieter, more tired.

“Mmmn… Daddy please..”

Hours passed of this same thing, over and over again. Val ended up adding more chains to keep him in place as he drooled, an utterly mindless cum filled mess. "You like that baby? Cum for daddy again," they said sweetly.

Vox let out a soft, whining moan, his body shaking as he came again. The pleasure was intense, his body trembling and sweaty. Val could see it in his face, the pure bliss and satisfaction of being used by them. It made everything that much sweeter.

"Such a good cum pup," they purred, finally pulling out. Val only gave him a moment of peace, as they played with his chains, undoing them and letting him collapse against the bed. They kept his collar and leash on him.

"Come on baby, I know you've got some more in you," they said. “Earlier, I asked you a question… and you didn’t quite answer. Do you remember? I asked if you wanted a vibrator or a dildo. Now daddy’s giving you both!”

Val watched his eyes widen slightly as they slid the vibrating dildo in place. Vox didn’t move- well, he squirmed, but as delicious as it was to watch, Val didn’t count that as movement. Not anything that mattered, at least.

“Mmngh..” Vox groaned a little as it turned on, utterly helpless and unable to do a single thing about it.

“Doesn’t that feel nice? Don’t you just love the way this makes you feel?” Val asked, tilted his head up so he could see his expression. His eyes were unfocused and glazed over and- “Oh! Cumming again already?” Val asked, laughing to themself. They brought Vox’s head into their lap, wiping away some of the drool as he came again.

Hours and hours passed like this, him cumming almost nonstop. He was a whimpering drooling mess, unable to form a single word. "Who's daddy's favorite whore?" Val asked quietly as they pet him gently, knowing he was too fucked out and blissed out to even comprehend anything- much less think for himself.

Vox whimpered softly at their words, his body still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure. He was completely spent, his mind a haze of bliss and exhaustion. He couldn't even think straight, let alone form a coherent thought or response.

"Aw, are you a tired little boy?" Val asked, their voice actually softening. "It's okay baby, I’ll get you all cleaned up."

Vox nodded weakly, still overwhelmed and unable to speak. He was completely drained, both physically and mentally. All he could do was let out a soft whimper as they spoke to him. He felt like a small child, completely at their mercy.

“Aw, it’s okay baby,” Val crooned softly, getting some Kleenex. He turned off the vibrating dildo and pulled it out of Vox, cleaning it off and setting it aside.

“Mmn… Val..?” Vox mumbled, lifting his head a little. “Did I do good?”

“You did wonderfully, sweetheart,” Val murmured, getting to work on cleaning the mess. God, there was so much cum… so, so much. Like, damn, it was everywhere. “Did you have fun?”

“Mmhm,” Vox replied, relaxing at their touch. “We should do this again sometime…”

“Oh? Do you like being a sub?” Val asked, teasing his nipples.

“Mngh…” Vox groaned weakly. “N-no..”

“Mmm…”

“Okay fine! I… I like being your subby puppy.”

“Good boy,” Val said, finally letting up. They stopped teasing and got back to cleaning him off. What? They wanted Vox to be comfortable. He was all fucked out, the least they could do was take care of him now.

Bonus! Alt ending that got cut out:

"Good boy! Who's daddy's good boy? Who's daddy's little fuck pup? Who's daddy's favorite whore, hm?" Val cleaned him up, teasing his dick again as they did so. They licked a bit of the cum off their fingers. "Who's daddy's favorite needy slut?"

"I am, daddy," he replied, his voice breathy and filled with need. He squirmed as they teased his dick, wanting more of their touch. "I'm your good boy, your fuck pup, your whore... I'm daddy's favorite needy slut.”

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₊ ⊹☼ Pairing: The8/Xu Minghao x reader ₊ ⊹☼ Synopsis: Multiple chance encounters across lives, with a soul somehow fated to yours throughout ₊ ⊹☼ Genre: Reincarnation au, slight fantasy/historic au ₊ ⊹☼ Word count: 1.67k ₊ ⊹☼ Warnings: Mentions of death, loss and grief. Minor character death mentions ₊ ⊹☼ A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while as I didn't feel that the story was done yet. However, it's at a good point right now to post. Maybe I'll return to add to it further at one point though.

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Loss is an emptiness that eats away at the soul, a metaphorical knife carving it’s design on the surface but leaving behind wounds deep enough to bleed. And the strange thing about loss is you let it. In a sense it’s a sickly beautiful thing to experience as the blood pours out staining over the pure memories and taints them to be forever red. A crimson red that’s the same as the heart that somehow still beats inside your chest, because while it feels like everything should be still, time moves on. Time still encourages hearts to beat and wounds to bleed.

And bleed they do…

Your first loss shouldn’t be considered that actually. There are so many factors that completely contradict it as “the first loss you experienced”. For a start, you had lost people before. A woman who never had the chance to be a mother, your mother, passing away before she got even a second with her child. A young boy, who once you considered a brother, starved under the night sky with his eyes locked onto the moon. After all, Grief was no stranger to your soul. He visited often and settled in your bones like a heavy sick reminder of life.

No, none of these was your first loss. A kind of deep grief, yes, but they felt inevitable somehow.

Your first loss came in a form you never expected. A loss of opportunity and the questions of what could have been. Leaving the first scar of many dotted over your skin.

You didn’t know his name the first time, you barely got to know him at all actually. It was a fleeting moment that stopped the world if just for a second. Even if it was just for you.

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The makeshift grave you created when Chan died was positioned out in a forest glade on the edge of town, giving him the privacy and peace he deserved. An ideal place for him to continue watching the night sky like he did when he was tangible, and now as a star, a place for him to look down on from above. It seems childish now thinking that was how the world worked, that he would stick around for you.

You know better now.

You had been spending the afternoon visiting him, after collecting flowers for your little stall, coming to rest up in the willow tree sheltering the glade from the outside view. The branches allowing you a raised position to look down below, which is how you spotted him initially. This dark haired beauty dressed in clothes that didn’t seem typical for that of normal adventurers. You assumed that’s what he must be, no one else tends to come out that far. Somehow, he had stumbled onto Chan’s clearing though, only the fates may know how, and came to a pause in front of the poorly carved headstone you placed on the first death anniversary. It didn’t matter that there was no body to bury, his memory would live on.

Something about that resonated in this figure’s mind. It wasn’t obvious at first but moments later when you got the first glimpse at his soul-bearing eyes and the way they scanned the words told you all you needed. He was memorising the words, breathing out his very essence into the world and immortalising this time. The phrase you had heard many times before bringing tears to your eyes as it was spoken out loud after a year again.

“The moon sure is lonely tonight”. He was just reading out loud that time, but maybe that’s why it left such an impact. There were no deeper connotations or commitments that suffocated the moment. It was raw and real.

If given the chance of every lifetime, you would chose to return to this moment eternally.

He left not long after that with a new print on his soul in the name of Lee Chan and the fleeting thoughts of a phrase once whispered. It wasn’t until afterwards that you saw the carefully placed bundle of forget-me-nots. Flowers that symbolise memorises and the concept of thinking of loved one ones while one is away. You don’t remember ever have crying as hard as you did that night as you allowed yourself to break down after having repressed everything for a long time. The hope that someone else would continue to think of the young boy and maybe one day return providing a sort of comfort you never realised you needed.

You continued with your routines and visits but never once saw the stranger again. Your first loss came unexpectedly and you couldn’t help but think of what could have happened if things were different. Had Chan been alive to greet him? Had you spoken out to him? Had you got to know him? But you didn’t and so the opportunity passed by and life continued until death came to claim you too.

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What you didn’t expect was the life that came after and the memories that flickered back to you slowly. You could remember it all clearly at first but the more time progressed and lives were lived, the hazier things became. So you wrote to remember. Diary entries inked across pages depicting and detailing each moment and connection you continued to share.

It took you a total of three lives to realise you and your stranger were somehow connected. You seemed destined to spot him under the moonlight over and over again, each time bringing something new for you to note.

However, it was your fourth life that something truly changed, with an opportunity for the two of you to introduce yourselves. A night-time balcony overlooking the palace gardens providing a shared relief from the noise of the party inside. You had yet to see your stranger that lifetime and you certainly weren’t expecting to find him approaching you from behind on his own escape from the ballroom.

Your eyes had found comfort in the solitude of the starlit sky, with a faint recollection of a young voice discussing constellations in great enthusiasm. Your body curled up onto the stone edge with the coldness contrasting to the heat radiating from the party inside. There had been no mention of the balcony being off limits but it seemed abandoned in that moment similar to how you felt. Maybe that is why when you heard the small thuds of footsteps approaching you assumed it was a guard coming to bring you inside. However, as you turned around to face them, your breath stalled inside your throat.

There he was…

Face to face, the moments that followed allowed you both to subtly scan each other’s figures, sharing a second of joint solitude. His clothes reflecting his obviously high social status, yet you naturally found yourself focusing on his deep, knowledgeable eyes. The ones that both equally haunted and comforted your thoughts. Then he spoke and his light voice rung out in a whisper like he was afraid to break the silence.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, but I needed some time away from the chaos and couldn’t help but notice you out here alone with only the moon for company. You both seemed rather lonely tonight. Would you mind me joining you?”

The paraphrasing of the familiar line rang in your ears as you couldn’t help but tear up and turn back to the full moon in an attempt for comfort.

“Not at all, feel free to join us.”

His figure stepping closer as he approached the balcony edge himself and admired the view before the two of you. It was a comfortable silence that followed, neither of you feeling the need to fill it with meaningless chatter at first. However, as you turned to gain another glance at him, wanting to capture every detail for your writing later on, your gaze fell onto the baby blue flowers that lay in his pocket.

“Forget-me-nots?”

As he turned to meet your eyes, he saw the way they lingered onto his flowers and then noticed the similar ones decorated into your own outfit.

“Hmm, there is something special about the resilience of these little blossoms which bloom in clusters throughout marshy harsh terrain. In a sense I admire the way they manage to preserve and grow with those tough conditions. It’s something I often see reflected in humanity, although, unlike the flowers, not often do people manage to make it full bloom I find.”

The philosophical answer was not one you had expected from him, but certainly wasn’t unwelcome. You had your own greater meanings to the flowers that you shared back with careful consideration, still unsure of if your stranger retained his memories like you. It was something you noted in a previous life where you tried to speak to a different Chan and was left alone once more, that not everyone had the privilege, or was it a curse, to remember like you do.

“For me, they symbolise remembering those who once were but no longer are. A promise to keep the memories of them alive for as long as you live. The stories you experienced and the thoughts you shared allowing a part of them to stay.”

Silence settled back down between the two of you, which is why you could hear the song that started to play out by the band. A slow dance of sorts. In some twist of destiny, he reached his hand out and asked for your hand before the two of you spent time twirling across the balcony. This moment shared only by you two and the sky.

As you came to a close and the clocks chimed to signal an hour passing, with you settled in your stranger’s arms, two names were breathed out into the universe before you parted ways and he disappeared back into the ball.

“Xu Minghao.”

A name meaning brightness and vastness, one that seemed to fit the person you came to spend time with perfectly.

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