tags: star wars au!!!, forbidden love, Anaxa mentioned, fem reader, first meeting, slight angst, slightly ooc
a/n: if someone don’t know, the term padawan refers to aspiring Jedi knights whose education is overseen by a Jedi master.
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The young Padawan, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, a student of the Jedi Anaxagoras who isone of The Council of Elders. It was his master who sent Phainon to guard Her Highness the Princess.
The Council of Elders, showing no response to the protests that you are fine and do not need a Padawan who has not yet completed his training, sent Phainon to protect you.
You feel his gentle voice, as he come in and takes off his mask. Blue eyes stare back at you, shining from the most stunning face you'd ever seen - flawless skin, tousled hair... you blush through your stupor.
He shifts slightly on his knee, suddenly self-conscious under your gaze. The sunlight spills through the trees and paints silver streaks across his face, his soft jawline still unpracticed by battle's harshness.
"Padawans are trained to protect," he says quietly, almost sheepishly - a tone you've never heard before. "But l... I didn't expect my princess to be so beautiful."
Jedi Anaxagoras looks at the two utterly flustered faces, clearing his throat quietly to draw their attention away from each other. “Your Majesty, I’ll leave Phainon with you. Phainon, take care of princess.”
The days blurred into weeks—weeks into months-and still, Phainon never left your side.
Not as a Padawan bound by duty. But as the man who chose to be near you every sunrise and sunset. The one who walked beside you through autumn gardens where leaves crunched underfoot... sat at formal dinners while his golden eyes scanned guests for threats-even though none ever dared approach with ill intent around him.
He fell in love with the way you hummed while reading letters and documents by the window... how you absentmindedly reached for his hand when watching theater plays... even that small frown you made when tasting bitter herbs in tea, he'd immediately memorize it and have your next cup perfectly sweetened.
Each kindness from him grew less about duty, and more about wanting to make you happy.
He started noticing things, how your hair caught moonlight like spun silver, the sound of your laugh during private jokes only he understood, how peaceful it felt just sitting beside you while silence wrapped around them both like a blanket.
And one evening, as rain tapped gently against palace windows, it hit him fully
This wasn't devotion as servant anymore. This was something deeper. Something eternal. But every time, Anaxa would bring him back down to earth with just one sentence:
“You remember the Jedi Code, don’t you? No attachments, young Padawan.”
Anaxa stood before him, robed in dark hues of a Jedi Master, his face unreadable as stone beneath moonlight filtering through temple arches. His voice was calm... but it carried the weight of centuries-old doctrine, discipline over desire, detachment above love.
Phainon had known this day might come, the moment when his past collided violently with his present heart.
And now here he was-standing rigidly before Anaxa while images of you flashed behind his eyes. You smiling at breakfast... your hand brushing against his during walks... how you kissed him goodnight without hesitation.
A life built on attachment.
Once, he had dreamed of becoming one-a guardian of peace, a wielder of light. He'd trained under Anaxa with discipline and focus, mastering control over emotions, or so he thought. The Jedi Code was his foundation: There is no emotion, there is peace. No attachments. No passion that could cloud judgment or lead to suffering.
You weren't just an attachment, you were everything. The reason his heart beat faster now than it ever did during meditation on sacred hillsides.
You gave him warmth when detachment demanded coldness, love where the Jedi taught restraint. He could not-would not-regret loving you.
But Anaxa stood before him demanding loyalty to doctrine... while you lived in every breath Phainon took without realizing it.
hiii everyone im kind of on a roll tonight so here yall go
yall will also unfortunately be able to tell when i write on my phone vs on my laptop, so bear with the typing mistakes please! <3
also just know i am always referring to post-2.2 Sunday!
sfw
his love language is quite literally everything. he mostly expresses it through word of affirmation and quality time, but for the most part, he loves you too much to reduce it all into a few methods.
he fell first and fell harder
the love he holds for you quite frankly hurts him sometimes. bro yearns too hard he needs to chill out
i like to think that sometimes halovians can project what they feel onto others. whether or not he does this intentionally is up to you, but sometimes you can feel his love for you as well.
is respectful about physical touch. he is touchstarved himself but will respect your boundaries if you don't wish to be super touchy. however, if you want the touchiness, just know that he will deliver. not big on pda tho.
will let you preen his wings, both his ear ones and the ones on his lower back.
kissing him is always fun. his kisses are so gentle, too, so soft and delicate. will pepper your entire body with kisses, if you let him.
sometimes his former urges will come out, and you'll have to remind him that you don't need to be protected and guarded, and that you can defend yourself.
i am a firm believer that he has a bad staring problem. he'll stop if you're uncomfortable but Aeons above he'd be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy admiring you at nearly all times.
can get a bit jealous, but not enough to make him look like a jackass. he just loves you so much ):
praise him. please praise him. it'll melt him instantly.
back to the physical touch thing, his favorite place to sleep is in your arms, with his face buried in your chest. he finds the sound of your heartbeat grounding and comforting <33
loves to smell you. not like weirdly but he'll breathe a little deeper when you hug or cuddle, and he really likes smelling your hair. he thinks it makes him a bit of a pervert
nsfw below what i assume is the cut, idk wtf im doing or how to use this website
afab reader in mind
he is the #1 pussy eater like ever. if you let him, he'll be down there for hours. you nearly have to push him away bc he just gets so lost in your taste. he wants you to sit on his face but never knows how to go about asking.
lowkey will cum in his pants when he eats you out.
loves making you squirt. the thought of him making you lose control like that is nearly enough to get him off on the spot
breeding kink also goes insane with him too, it really gets him going. he'll cum even harder if you leglock him
TITTY SUCKER! no one can tell me that he doesn't enjoy popping a nipple into his mouth. this doesn't even have to be during sex ngl he just wants to.
sex with him can either be frantic and messy, or other times he'll make the most slow passionate love to you known to mankind. there may be a midground somewhere in there.
he enjoys being overstimulated and humiliated, so don't be afraid to be mean to him. praise will have the same effect, as well.
pervert sunday truthers unite. i am a firm believer of him being a clothing bandit. will use any articles of your clothing to jerk off with. gods forbid you catch him, tho. he may die of embarrassment.
backpacking off of the pervert thing, i don't think he's a nasty/creepy pervert, i see him as the kind of guy that periodically gets hard while folding your laundry type of shit.
as much as he loves to give head, he also loves it when you suck him off. he'll insist that you don't need to do this for him but all it takes to shut him up is the feeling of your tongue dragging up the length of his cock. it takes the words away from him every time.
touch his wings. instant nut
hear me out guys. sometimes, when he's going down on you, he may get so lost in it that his thorns may subconsciously summon themselves to hold you down. no amount of reassurance will help him not feel horrible and guilty afterwards tho
i see him as a switch, mostly service top. he may get a little more dominant further into the relationship but overall he wants to put your pleasure above his own
his freaky halovian powers carries over to the bedroom. with your permission, he could possibly heighten your senses while he fucks you <33
lowkey i don't think he shuts the fuck up. if he isn't moaning, he is yapping. murmuring about how good you feel, about how good you are for him, how much he loves you. he just doesn't stfu
i think he can be a lil freak nasty ngl. like he isn't above nutting in you and then eating you out afterwards. maybe he outfreaks u who knows
he has a few dirty secrets and fantasies that you couldn't beat out of him if you tried. he likes seeing you covered in his cum. your face, tits, pussy. thighs... the thought of anything is enough to have him pop a near immediate boner.
another dirty fantasy of his is the strange yearning to have anal sex with you. he'll never act on it unless you ask, just know the urge to do you in the butt is deep down in there somewhere.
he so touchy during sex. you swear there's always hands caressing your sides, always a hand softly groping your breast, always a finger or two circling your clit, he just can't help it.
eye contact goes genuinely insane with him. he will stare you tf down
with prior consent, somnophilia would go crazy with him.
okay guys i am cutting this short bc i can genuinely go on for hours about sex with him. i cant help it i just need that cookie
NOT A REQUEST DW but I got plagued too hard after reading ur fic that I just had to share this thot
But it just made think just how much obsessive and possessive would double if reader was his past lover reincarnation (NOT Tholindis) . Everything's the same, their personality, likes & dislikes but they have no recollection of him (which for him is like....ouch)
I just find it amusing how soft he would be with them while reader just ??😀?? On him (u almost shit ur pants when u saw him walking towards you)
Or how he would just loom over them all protective looking like he gonna snap at anyone getting near
Note; feel like he would try to bring some of ur memories by doing thing yall did in ur past life
Like dog privileges? Nah u got a fucking tank privileges
Anyway feel free to disagree but I just thot this was amusing to imagen
Anyway drink water byeeeeeeeeeeeee
" and its like i've seen you before " rerir x gn!reader . . . 𝝑𝝔 aw this is adorable, even if this isn't a request i'd love to share my thoughts on this!
✦ synopsis: rerir finds himself loving you again, even if it means to make you fall in love once more
it's like he was dreaming again, he pinched, punched, slapped, scratched his skin to see if it was real. if his vision wasn't fooling him, if it isn't the abyss plaguing his vision again, is that... really you?
when you first saw this large, white-haired man who was accompanied by the wild hunt—you almost accepted your fate in dying. yup this was it, and you can't believe this is the outfit you'd die in.
but instead of that large polearm going right through you... his hand reached out, and caressed your cheek. your eyes once shut and ready to die, they opened in confusion.
he didn't think he would've found you here, nod-krai out of every place, although he couldn't blame you, where else would you have gone?
you continued to look at him with curiosity, and a bit of fear, still keeping his hand on your face. its clear how his eyes softened. his heart ached so badly for you, and it had hurt to see how... you didn't share that sentiment (yet).
“ are... you okay? ” “...”
he didn't even give you a reply either. yet his hand finally moved to pat your head. "it's me, rerir, angel." "...huh?"
you felt a wave of nostalgia hit you, yet it's also as if you've never heard that name in your life. well, maybe this life.
"..." he gasped in disbelief, but what else did he expect? this world just reincarnated the love of his life just for them to forget everything about him. but you know what? that didn't stop him from still craving... well you.
"you don't remember me?" silence filled the gaps in your conversation, you didn't know what to answer, were... you supposed to?
he could only sigh, it's like his world came crashing down again, but this time a ray of hope is still there.
a little after that, he let you go for a while, but it felt like everytime you had tried to make business deals, or have normal conversations with others, there was some terrifying aura that always made everyone end up with the outcome you want/need... i wonder why...
yes, i am implying he will stalk you everywhere in order to keep you safe, he knows it looks incredibly creepy but he can't handle another year without knowing you're finally here.
once you find out, you try to confront him but he genuinely is stuck staring at you, just imagining the life you both had back then,
you swore you saw a small smile flicker upon his lips behind those bondages that hugged half his face. you couldn't hold back a huff, and a frown. "this is no time to laugh!"
"just like back then. you never change, beautiful."
you felt bad watching this guy reminisce over a version of you that 'wasn't there anymore' so you ended up just letting him follow you everywhere
yes while trying to figure out what he means everytime he talks about 'back then'. he refuses to say it outright because he knows it'd be better if you figured it out yourself.
you will be catching him staring a lot. just looking at you all dazed with the same gaze he gave when he first saw you roaming starsand shoal.
you stay inside for a while trying to talk to him but he always chuckles a bit at every question, while he has a finger going through your hair as well.
you end up just accepting him in your home for the moment, not omly because you feel bad, but because you feel something. you aren't sure what but you feel it.
and whenever you'd go out to get groceries or what, he is the one holding your bags 😭 be so real, he definitely would. not to mention the glares he gives when he sees others stare.
he is and has been your scary dog privilege!! like just look at how tall this guy is, you could consider him a natlan local legend with that height!
he's the type of person that others who would glance over very very shortly because they want to see what shadow just past by 😭😭
the type to go out with you during business deals, so when you make an offer, you can smile politely and resp the benefits as the opposing people have to agree otherwise rerir's polearm won't be clean for much longer!
rerir who definitely gets you things you liked back then just to see how you'd be surprised on how he knew about it.
one time a bouquet of your favorite flowers were in his arms as he stepped inside the door. you only could tilt your head in confusion, how did he know?
and his only reaction would be to laugh. he loves you so much.
also makes it clear to everyone else that he is soft for you. and i mean the quickest expression changes ever ‼️
could switch from a pleasant smile for seeing you just enjoying life, to the angriest glare when the person won't give you a discount on your ingredients for dinner tonight.
he does end up telling you about you two in the past once you figure it out, making you feel all fuzzy and warm inside just thinking about it.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, innocent!reader & manipulative!sunday, religious setting ( confessional ), mildly dark ( suggested mind control and dub con to cnc fantasies ), dub con, humiliation, masturbation ( him! ). all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act seven [ masturbation ]
this was the third time.
the third time you’d found yourself sitting here.
the third time within the Cathedral of Morning Dew, perched and squirming uncomfortably in the claustrophobic cubicle, fumbling with your own fingers against the lace details of your skirt as it splayed across your knees— one of them bouncing as a testament to your anxiety and causing your voice to shake.
the third time you were confessing to Sunday.
“I’m sorry,” you feel like you should apologize, so your voice shyly fills the cool air around you. “You must have so many other important matters to tend to—“
“Nonsense.” Sunday replies with an impossibly soft and alluring purr in his gentle baritone. he’s positioned close enough to the lattice partition that he can almost whisper it to you, like a secret for only you to hear. “Penacony’s sons and daughters and their concerns are of utmost importance to me.” though it was meant as reassurance, your cheeks are aflame with embarrassment. to be coddled by a man with as much power as Sunday did make you feel like a helpless child that cries to her father when she’s upset. “Go on, my dear. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
you glance around the cubicle, eyes landing on the candle that endlessly burns beside you, yet no hot wax trickles down on to the pristine floor, nor does heat emit from the flame. even if you blew on it, you doubted that it would go out. as was the whimsicality of the Dreamscape. “It’s these… fantasies again,” you start, timidly bringing up a topic that had been the prompt for you to seek Sunday out every time. gnawing desires for things you knew you couldn’t have— desires for him. “It’s getting harder for me to tell them apart from, well, what’s really happening. The one’s I’ve had recently seem so… immersive.”
Sunday is a quiet for a moment before calmly asking, “Your condition is getting more severe? These fantasies are worrying you?”
“Well, yes.” you answer, choosing your words carefully. “They’re… very…” for all the words there were that could describe what these daydreams about Sunday were ( vulgar, lustful, depraved ), you could force none to breach your lips.
“Naughty?” Sunday offers, and you can almost hear the fond, ghost of a smile that tickles the corners of his lips. it only makes your blush hotter and more furious.
you bite down in your lower lip, rolling it between your teeth as your eyes look towards the latticework. you can only see the outline of his halo, and the glinting of the candlelight as it reflects off the piercings in his wings. squinting slightly, you attempt to make out more details. the softness of his silvery hair, always just so with not a single tendril out of place. the flawlessness of his supple, milky skin, until he turns his head, just a bit, and a glimmering, golden gaze nearly captures yours. with a soft squeak, realizing you’d been staring— wanting, you quickly avert your gaze. “Mhm…!”
you can feel his eyes on you for several more moments, but you can’t bring yourself to look up at him, deciding instead to stare at your bouncing knee.
“And what happens in these naughty, little daydreams of yours?”
a lump forms in your throat, and your mouth goes dry at the prospect of describing to Sunday the way you yearn for him. so, instead of answering right away, you shrink away from the lattice until you no longer feel him gazing at you. the cathedral is eerily silent, and you can hear the flapping of Charmony Dove wings outside. “My dear,” Sunday begins in a calm, patient tone, “you know that you must confess them to me, no matter how deplorable. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. Now, don’t be shy. You’re safe here with me. You know this, yes?”
you had always felt safe in the warmth of his presence, so you nod again, though you didn’t think he was looking at you anymore. still, you were naive for thinking so. a perfectly gullible, little prey.
Sunday could hear the trepidation in your voice as you began, and he was smiling to himself, imagining the flustered look on your dreamy countenance as you recall how you fantasize about him. with slow, graceful movements, he pinches the very tips of the fingers of one glove, pulling it from his hand. his fingers wiggle once they’re freed from their cloth confinement, which he drapes neatly over his knee.
“In these… dreams, I come to you late at night, when no one else is around…”
“Do you?” he asks, amused, his bare fingers drumming lightly on his thigh silently. “All alone in secret? For what purpose?” he knows why. after all, he’s the culprit behind these eerily realistic fantasies. however, he wants to hear you say it.
“To— um,” you pause, your sheepishness getting the better of you. “Offer myself to you.”
Sunday exhales through his nose to keep a low sound of satisfaction from filling the air, and alerting you to his arousal. hearing how humiliated you are, it tightens the muscles in his lower abdomen, and a tent begins to form in his trousers, which he promptly rubs against his palm. “Oh…?” he asks, almost in a teasing, condescending lilt, murmuring, “In these fantasies of yours, do I accept the offer? Do I take you for myself? Steal your innocence like a wicked thief in the night?” even though his voice remained even, his heart was thumping. his cock jabbed uncomfortably against the fabric of his clothes, and he was busying himself with the task of freeing it.
“Mhm…. Many times,” you answer, and the way your voice breaks, Sunday can practically see your lower lip quivering. it only makes him harder to think about that, and your sparkling eyes welling up with tears. once his cock springs free, standing at attention, he wraps his bare hand around it in a loose fist, and purses his lips together to suppress a grunt. veins throb beneath his skin, the tip twitching as beads of translucent nectar bubbles up from the eager slit. “In many different ways. Sometimes, you— you’re rough with me.”
the tremors that shake your voice when you say this do not go unnoticed by Sunday, who closes his eyes, bringing the fantasy he’d handpicked to implant deep within your mind to the surface of his own. it was one of his favorites, and he was quite pleased that it affected you the most. though his memory wasn’t tampered with, as yours was, and so he couldn’t conjure all the sensations or watch the fantasy like a movie in his mind, he could imagine the sight of you beneath his wandering hands. how they tore at your delicate, little dress. ripping the neckline open to expose your pert breasts for him to grope and squeeze. the way he would imagine you to whimper and wince, perhaps even squirm, and he would have to spare a hand to wrap it around your throat and hold you down— pin you in place so you couldn’t escape him. he would whisper to you that as long as you’re a sweet, obedient darling, he would be gentle. but this was, of course, a lie. the way you would peer up at his figure as he forces his way between your trembling thighs, and the way you would cry out once he finally got his cock inside you, it would be your way of begging him to break you. your mouth could lie, and whine that he was hurting you, or that you want him to be careful with you, but deep down, you wanted him to dominate you. to decimate and own you. he knew this to be fact because he had designed this little dream to convince you of it.
all whilst his imagination ran wild, his thumb runs deftly along his leaking slit, applying enough pressure to milk the swollen, red tip until his precum begins to dribble down the length of his cock, slickening the skin. his palm glides down his needy length, fingers clamping down, until the side of his fist rests against the base, before he slowly drags it back upwards towards the tip, setting a torturously slow tempo for himself. “And in this daydream of yours,” he purrs, only parting his lips wide enough to allow the words to slip through, lest a sound of ecstasy also escape, “You love it when I’m rough with you.” it wasn’t a question. it was a matter of fact. “I can hear it in the way your voice quivers, my dear, you’re ashamed of yourself. Humiliated because, albeit untouched, your little cunt gets so wet when you think about me abusing it.”
“S—Sunday…”
“Mm?” he taunts in a soft voice, as if daring you to challenge the truth. “It’s true, isn’t it? Deplorable, vulgar, and embarrassing to admit, but impossible to deny that you’ve soiled your panties many a time when you imagine how a man like me could use your body all up, and leave you in a state of ruin.”
“Y—yes…” it’s exactly what he’d expected to hear, and yet his core throbs the second he does. he leans back, just enough to brace his back against the wall of his cubicle, and adjust his feet. spreading them further apart. “I—I can't help it…”
“Poor, little thing.” Sunday croons, his slender eyebrows furrowing as he pumps himself harder and faster. “So helpless.” his fist alternates by squeezing and releasing, in the same rhythm that he imagines your virgin pussy would spasm if he was inside, and the sensations were already driving him to the brink. Sunday tilts his head back against the wall, hissing out a soft groan under his breath. part of him even wants you to hear that little sound of pleasure, to realize what he’s doing— getting off on your distress. on your desperate, wanton lust for him. however, if you do hear it, you’re too shy to draw attention to it. too bad, he thinks, if she had only caught me, i would have the innocent, little thing gagging on my cock right here in this booth…
“Wh—what should I do?” your shy question snaps him back to the moment at hand. “About these fantasies. I feel— I feel like they’re only getting more depraved and… scary…”
Sunday has to seal his tiers tightly together, lest a breathy chuckle bubble up from his throat at just how frightened by your own desires ( or, at least, the ones he’s convinced you are yours ) you are. it was cute to him. adorable how eager you are to make these naughty visages go away before they spiral out of control, when that is exactly what he was waiting for. “You needn’t worry, you know this.” he manages to force the words out, even as he stroked himself, coming undone in his own palm to the thought of deceiving you. plucking away the petals of your fragile, little mind until you were compliant and easy enough to do the same deflowering to your body. “I will always be here for you, I will always take care of you.” as he says this, he milks his cock, slowly dragging a tight fist up from the base, coaxing a slowly oozing release from the engorged head. a couple of rogue streamers splatter silently against the floor between his feet, but he pays the mess no mind. instead, he retrieves a handkerchief from his breast pocket and carefully wipes the mess on his lap— cum glazing his bare hand and the length of his shaft, down to where it began to frost his now empty balls, just before reaching the fabric of his trousers. it was unsurprisingly that he looked pristine once he was cleaned and tucked back into his pants. the soiled handkerchief is forgotten on the bench, in exchange for his glove still resting across his knee. he slips it back on before he stands, taking only a moment to smooth his vest and jacket before escaping the now stuffy air of the booth. with a soft knock on the door to your side, he waits for you to come out, too. a gentle smile on his face, and the dusky blush fading into his normal complexion by the time you emerge.
when you open the door, it creaks a bit, and you glance down at the hinges, before looking up to find Sunday incredibly close. the subtle musk from his refined cologne tickling your nostrils, but that wasn’t all. there was another smell that was quite unfamiliar, and yet seemed to spark a low bubble in your belly, but you couldn’t place it. you shrink away from him with a sheepish smile, your back pressing against the door of the booth when he takes a step closer, effectively blocking you from leaving. “Your condition is my concern,” he assures you with a gentle smile, before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little vial of pinkish, glowing liquid. it was familiar to you— the same elixir he’d given you the last two times you’d come to him. to help with the symptoms, he says.
“Th—thank you, Sunday—“ you whisper, reaching a trembling hand for the vial in his, but what he does next surprises you. grasping your wrist with the other, he presses the vial against your palm and covers your fingers with his, wrapping them tightly, and he leans in with a softer whisper.
“Remember to place a single drop on your tongue. Every. Single. Night.” when you nod, flustered by so much physical contact, he smiles fondly, and releases your hand. “Very good girl.” he appraises, before his right hand falls to rest behind his back, yet his left lingers, creeping up to trace the shape of your mouth. piercing, golden eyes for us on your lips, his own curled into a gentle smile.
“P—please don’t tell anyone… about my condition.” you whisper, your eyes big and hopeful. you didn’t believe he would, but it was something you always needed to plead for before you left.
Sunday chuckles softly at this, and presses a gloved thumb to the seam of your lips, applying pressure until your lips open and it nearly slips inside. “You and I have many secrets together,” he murmurs in reply, before his gaze flits back up to your eyes, locking them into an intense contact that has you shifting back and forth on your feet. “But that is why we must trust one another. Unconditionally. Do you trust me, my dear? Unconditionally?”
reader touching herself while thinking about sunday? u decide what happens after
Summary: What happens when your boyfriend catches you having a little bit of fun without him? One, he'll teach you how to do it properly, and two, you'll reward him in return.
It was the perfect date after you both have recently agreed to get together, who could ever resist someone as charming as him? The ever gentleman man, always taking his time with you, and his hand placements whenever he holds you or kisses you? The absolute cherry on top.
What about his scent? Aeons, his scent was stuck on your head the entire night ever since he embraced you, the way his wings would flutter everytime you got too close, especially when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear and how his ears would visibly get red.
The mental image of his flustered like that doesn't even make you realise that it got you slipping your panties off, your fingers messily toying with your clit in fast circles, a whine eliciting straight from your throat and onto the pillow when you inch one finger inside, but it's not enough—you need more, you need more of his scent, more of the way his gloved fingers trailed smoothly up your skin.
"Oh, fuck..." Your body shudders at the sinful thought, your lips quivering, you don't know if you want to stop or to keep going, was it bad that you want to sit on his pretty face now?
You thought he would take his time in the bathroom. Poor you, you couldn't even wait until he finished, he just had to come back and witness you in this pathetic state.
Sunday gripped the doorframe tightly, his nails digging into the wood as his eyes were glued to your fingers, to the way your chest rose and fell. He couldn't help but feel the heat pooling in his groin, the sight of you struggling to reach orgasm has him dizzy.
The minute you feel a set of arms envelope around you, you gasp and freeze, you were so caught red handed that it was embarrassing.
“I'm sor—” but he doesn't let you finish before he's shushing you, your back pressed against his chest, one hand around your breast and the other caressing your thigh up smoothly until he was able to hike your dress higher to expose more of you, more of what he's missing out.
“couldn’t wait till i was finished?” he whispered, clicking his tongue before taking your thigh and prying your legs open, “spread them apart for me.” Your legs are immediately open for him, his voice angelic, a contrast to the way he pulls his glove off his hand using his teeth, leaving it discarded on the bed.
Your lips parted when his fingers start to slowly gather your slick, trailing over your folds, feeling your slit, teasing and playing with you before slipping one finger inside.
He groans at the wetness that greeted him, his finger thrusting in and out of you, slowly at first, taking his time finding a pace while his other hand rolled your hardened nipple that peeked out of your dress, pinching it then soothing it with a gentle roll with his thumb, the stimulation only making your body arch against him as you try rocking your hips to match his measured pace.
You squirm when he abruptly adds another finger, filling you, stretching you, and you whine out in pleasure when Sunday curled his fingers, pressing against your spongy spot repeatedly, his thumb soon joins in and rubs your clit in circular motions.
It's like his fingers were making out with your pussy.
The room was soon filled with the sound of your ragged breaths, your moans, the loud squelches and wet slap of his fingers altogether. He could feel your cunt clenching down around him, the signs of your impending orgasm.
When his fingers starts ramming inside you to help you reach your release, you cry out with your head thrown back against his shoulder, which makes his free hand leave your nipple to wrap it gently around your neck, keeping you in place.
He could see you bite your lip, your eyes clenched shut, your body writhing beneath him. “You deserve to cum, angel. It's been a long day.” Sunday murmurs next to your neck, and another press on your swollen nub is what makes you whimper loudly, eyes rolling back as you grab onto him.
He smiles when he sees the haze in your eyes, your body relaxing in his arms after being satisfied from the release you've been aching to have.
When you slowly come back to your senses, and now you are suddenly all too aware of how hard he was the whole time, and you could feel it rubbing right below your ass.
“Sunday—”
“do you need to rest now?”
“No.” as you clear your throat, you turn around and are met with his captivating gaze. Your hand instinctively reaches closer, drawn to his wings. Slowly, your fingers brush against the feathers, and his wings immediately flutter in response, there's the response you will always be excited to see.
With tenderness, your lips press a gentle kiss against the feathers, and you feel the slight shudder that runs through him, your other hand meanwhile runs down to unzip his pants swiftly, to free his cock out of the tight confinements.
“You don’t have to—” and you're the one shushing him this time by pressing your lips against his for a chaste kiss.
“I want to please you.” You tell him in a low tone, another peck making it's way to his lips once again, “please?”
The minute he nods, you press his chest back down and he leans back on his elbows before you inch your face lower to lift his shirt slightly just enough to reveal his v-line, just for you to teasingly pepper his skin with soft kisses only for him to make his wings flutter in response.
Your hands work on taking his pants off, and he lifts his hips to help you slide them off with ease. Sunday's eyes never left yours, even when you were eye-level with his throbbing cock, the head already flushed and glistening with pre-cum.
his hand wraps around the base of his shaft, guiding it towards your awaiting lips, “open,” he commands gently, and he lets out a hiss when you start by flattening your tongue at the tip, licking the salty pre-cum off before wrapping your lips around him, the sensation only made his coke twitch in anticipation, his hips instinctively rocking forward.
Your mouth was warm, soft, heavenly.
“H-hah, don't tease me,” Sunday’s lips parted at the feeling of your tongue repeatedly circling around his tip then massaging at the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.
You then start bobbing your head up and down, making him whimper above you as he shuts his eyes tightly.
It was a mistake to even re open his eyes, his eyes locked on your mouth, your cheeks hollowing out as sucked like it was the sweetest treat ever. He could feel the tension building in his body, his orgasm near, and he reached down, his fingers tangling in your hair.
Your throat constricted around his cock, and he tries keeping his moans low every time you start gagging and choking.
“W-waitwait—” Sunday was gone the minute your hands started fondling with his balls, and he thrusts abruptly into your mouth until warm, white ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, harsh gasps leaving his throat, followed by his trembling wings as his hips continued thrusting sloppily until you pulled out after swallowing every drop. His tip glistening with the residue of your saliva, and your lips with his seed.
You both are now shyly looking away from eachother, soft breaths and silence coming from both of you.
You're the first one to move, wrapping your arms around his waist and collapsing right on top of him. Sunday welcomes you in, his own arms finding their way around you before kissing the top of your head.
"I want to sit on your face next time." You murmur your fantasy to him out loud, and his eyes widened before his wings made the move to cover his flushed face, making you laugh at his adorableness.
forelsket (noun.): the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
❛ !¡ pairing; aventurine; sunday x gender neutral!reader.
❛ !¡ summary; a heartbeat too irregular, breathing quick and shaky hands sweating under expensive gloves. who could have thought getting attached is as sweet as your favorite dessert ?
❛ !¡ warnings; it is specified for both that reader likes anything with sugar.
❛ !¡ a/n; kinda self indulgent for me and one of my besties cuz she loves aventurine too much and i have a big fat crush on sunday (gotta cuddle the angel and the gambler)
♡–,✎ smitten:;
AVENTURINE
. never has he fancied himself over falling head over heels with anyone for the matter. any sort of relationship he could have formed, or bond to a certain extension, with anybody was surely for his own selfish desires. as a way to get over his life the control he lacked for so many years, a hope to regain mastery over himself and feel that for once in his life, all over again, his choices belong to no other than him.
. and at first he loathed the thought of falling in love. he knew all about the wonders it does on one’s mind: taking away their ability to form a coherent speech, the loss of the mastery of your own body and a certain yearning for the person of your affection. it scared him to some degree that if he ever fell in love he would yet lose all over again the freedom he fought to regain.
. at first, your meeting was only supposed to remain as a simple meeting. you were a new recruit to the ipc and he had been appointed with showing you around the main building. he had never planned to stick around too close or to engage in a full conversation. but his plans were thrown out of the window as he gazed at your pretty face. eyes sparkling at the view of someone’s cake in the fridge with some drool seemingly forming at the corner of your mouth. you looked so… how can he even explain such a feeling to himself or anybody else ?
. at that moment, he felt like simply coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you. only to keep you within his grasp and make sure you will never run away or be harmed. no matter if you are taller than him. but he had to shake away the thoughts to start the visit. and also maybe to know you better, after all only falling for one’s looks isn’t as wise as it can be, knowing how many beautiful people are the most dispensable people out the whole universe.
. just like he had dreaded, you were oh too kind for his heart to take it lightly. curiously peering at every corner and listening to him as he talked about the necessities of the work without too much details. he had to look away more than once and pray the pink dye on his glasses would conceal the ever growing blush on his cheeks. seriously, how unfair can you be ?! making him all flushy inside that he almost wants to melt when you waved him goodbye to go to your section to get to work.
. but, for some reasons, he did not find this uncomfortable in the slightest bit. his body was still his at the end of the day, and only the brushing of your fingers against his gloved ones remained in his mind. for once, he wished to take off his glove to feel some contact for the first time since so long. if it’s yours, he doesn’t feel like he will mind it too much.
SUNDAY
. he never really spared any real thought towards loving and being loved. he had more important matters like the health of his sister and her happiness, his role as the spokesman of the family and all the worries that came with taking care of penacony. so, truthfully, the idea never really came to his mind, and if it did he would discard it away without any real second chances for it to last.
. but during certain nights, he indulges in those kind of feelings that swirl deep within him as he wonders how he will feel if he falls in love with an individual. will his biggest strength to deliver eloquent speeches to move away a whole crowd for his own benefits turn into sand if he gazes too long in the eyes of the one that would steal his heart ? would his face heat up in the haste of their shared love and would he find himself holding their hands with a grip a bit too tight ? who knows. maybe he does want to fall in love in the end…
. the first moment your gazes crossed paths was during a concert of his sister. he enjoys watching those above all else. drowning in her beautiful melodies and allowing himself to breathe in the imagery of a field of flowers where he can feel the heartbeat of the world as he lies down the grass. ah, what a beautiful view of the sky painted in the hues of the ocean. how much he enjoys indulging himself in such lovely views created by the dreams of his mind.
. this is when he first saw you. all panicked in the crowd and breathing heavily because everyone was being too rough and too noisy next to you. he felt a pang of empathy towards this strangely beautiful stranger that got the unluck of being stuck next to so many disrespectful people. and his steps made him walk closer to you. a hand over their shoulder to catch your attention before he led you away from the concert.
. when you two went to relax in a small cafe away from everyone else, he turned on his phone to watch the live performance of his sister’s concert (which he has free access to). maybe you cannot be there, but at least you will still be able to hear her singing and see the thing as a full. afterwards, one drink in silence turned into two, then three as the conversation continued onwards. and he found himself unable to stop it, wanting to know more and more about you. and for once he did not want to know that in case it was needed, he was curious.
. when he bid you farewell and returned home, his sister couldn’t stop herself from telling him he seemed in such a brighter mood than he was at the start of the day. the honest smile in his lips and gaze dwelling back into what had happened that day. he simply told her he got a new acquaintance as he stared at the screen on his phone, with your number on it. well, that was a very precious day now, wouldn’t you say so ?
♡–,✎ wooing:;
AVENTURINE
. he’s insufferable. honestly. when he got over his little crush, all that stayed was a weird mix between the mask he puts over himself for the attire of confidence he had put over his own heart and the clear indication that you might be a bit more in his eyes. however, you will never know if it is genuine or not for a while. a gambler never reveals his cards.
. instead, the sole lead that remained to help you in your decision making was the small gestures he did all the time, his constant bothering you with calls, messages and funny little notes found in your office as well as the never ending questions by his side. one could be a coincidence, two was weird, after three you knew there was no getting away from that sickeningly stunning man you both adored and loathed sometimes (how can he be so adorably annoying ?)
. your missions end quickly, for one reason: you do nothing instead sitting next to him as he bets his life for the fifth time tonight. you know he will win but you cannot help the faceplan on your face as he proudly places down his cards for a final round and challenges opponents thinking they are a bit too lucky. you are no fool in front of his hand behind his back or the unmistakable shaking of it as it rests against his thigh under the table in a closed shaky fist. you never really dared to hold it, as to not break any bound that might last between you too. but as he looks at you to see the fondness with which you gaze at him, he feels like he already hit the jackpot.
. those nights always end up with your fist lightly hitting the top of his head after stealing his hat as a reminder that he is not eternal and he scared you to death. then he runs after you while making sure to remain slower, only to see the sun smiling back at him in all its glory. if you are lucky enough, he will let you wear it. fret not ! if he says no, attack him by the heartstrings with the cute big round eyes and a sad pout gracing your lips. he never won. his maximum is 26 seconds, dr. ratio counted for you one day. how kind.
. the type to use cringe pick up lines, but he is forgiven by his undying attractive looks. would call you the weirdest things during those times to make a bad joke meant to make your heart swoon. forgive him for being so bad, it’s his first time falling in love and not everyone is born with enough charisma to be both lucky in games and lucky in love. a loser, but one you comfort during his most unlucky defeats against your heart with a little peck in the cheeks. suddenly his mood is brighter and he is bringing you along to a shop or a restaurant.
. his money becomes yours the moment his heart was a bit faster and harder against his ribs. you could gaze at a cake from the other side of a window for 0.4 seconds and he had magically appeared inside. not like you complain but your stomach is starting to be a bit more demanding and whiny when you are close to him. he caught onto that and lightly poke you every time before heading towards another dinner you two will share. you will get your cake, but let’s get a healthy meal first to ensure you will stay all pretty and happy. he wouldn’t want you feeling bad over your body because he couldn’t resist your stare. he is no simp, promise (is that his fingers crossed behind his back ??)
. sometimes he comes to your house too. you two act like a couple more than you would both enjoy to admit. him lazily sipping on some coffee and answering calls here and there from the ipc while you are cooking or doing anything really. he could send you a weird meme of two cats biting each other with a “us <3” while you two are sharing a blanket and watching a film at the same time, in the same house, in the same room, in the same couch and almost cuddling. what a funny little man.
. his confession would be sweet. for once, no casino was involved during the whole night. you might think he was perhaps a bit sick but no, he was not ! feeling perfectly a–okay, although his perfume is a bit more prominent and for some reasons he is buying you more things than usual.
. please, let him talk first. he will not be able to say anything if you even dare to utter a word as you two arrive under the starry sky in an abandoned park. with some lamp, he will use morse code:
.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-
. your answer was: ..--- ; and he felt like falling in love all over again as you both started laughing over your own dumb love towards one another. ignore the tears, he is just happy. and perhaps this small shooting star was his sister’s best wishes.
SUNDAY
. the first thing he ever does when he goes to meet you is buying you flowers. now you have a ton of bouquets around your house and had to convince him to maybe settle for something that you two could consume or else you would have enough plants for the funerals of all your family members, that is if the bouquets were not holding a deep message. yes, he loves the implicit. the ones he loves gifting you the most are orchids¹, red roses² for the classics as well as carnations³ and sunflowers⁴.
. the embodiment of a gentleman and i am not joking. for him, courting you is not something to be taken lightly. he is playing his future love life on the line and will not allow any mistake to be made on his end. he wants to win over your heart and be a big selfish as to remain the sole object of your affection, and he will accomplish such a goal but being as gentle as he can be with you — without, of course, being too overbearing or controlling with you. he wants something genuine, not you accepting his love because you felt forced to do such a thing based on his status as a leader or place in the family. hence why he will refuse for a certain while to talk about his profession, he will end up telling you, pinky promise, but not now yet.
. going back to the previous subject of him being a gentleman. he will hold the doors open for you, all the time and it can maybe turn into a competition if you try to beat him. his arms quickly around your waist to stop you as you two giggle like two teenagers a bit too smitten. walking down some stairs ? here, his hand. he wouldn’t want your ankle to be twisted. and the feeling of your hand in his is quite enjoyable too. i am also talking about pulling your chair for you (if you sit first he will do this tiktok trend of being unable to move the chair to have you check it so he can pull it for you), letting his shoulder be soaked when it rains and you have only one umbrella as well as kissing your knuckles when you two meet.
. he always has his hands on you, i swear. it is so very obvious he has fallen head over heels with you and even he cannot deny it any longer. but when his hand is always resting at your lower back — your consent is included, if you do not like it he will let you take hold of his arm instead — as you walk through a particularly crowded place in the streets or in a building. always the perfect guide to accompany you to your destination. travel in security, travel with sunday !
. do not think his sister is not involved in his plans to win over your heart, because if you think so you are solely mistaken. she already knows of his adoration for you and even gives him small pieces of advice. after all, she has a lot of fans trying to woo her, so she knows different tactics and will share those that make her a bit weak in the knees to help her brother with his soon–to–be–lover. she went as far as to do a concert with only the two of you, singing a love song while you were humming alongside her tune. he still cherishes this moment when he hasn’t seen you for a certain while.
. he never enters your home without the green flag to do so. the most he did the first few days you went out together was accompany you to the porch and flash a small wink your way, the two of you letting out small laughs at how corny and movie–like the whole ordeal has been. seriously, it feels like a mix of your favorite book tropes with all the cringy stuff that you can view in your favorite romance movies. but you two are a sucker for traditional romance, how can you be blamed ?
. now, for his confession, oh lord. he became the best husband in one night and you were feeling all hot in the face all day. because, yes, he booked a whole day of different activities the two of you could do together. from sharing a simple meal to making some poems. he wrote the best ballads and sonnets you have ever read in the entirety of your life — seriously, how can a man be so talented in such different fields ?
. at the end of the day, you two walked in a park where you both ended up sitting down on the same bench. there was barely no one around as it was late enough already, and when the lamps finally lit up, you saw the whole city come back to life for the night. it was a whole show in itself, to see the advertisements light up, the street lamp illuminating the roads and the atmosphere changing around the two of you.
. after a small quick breath, he placed a present upon your lap and let you open it. it consisted of a music box, playing one of the unreleased songs of his sister you had the pleasure to listen to with him. but there was a particularity: this was a love song. when you gazed back at one another, you both knew.
♡–,✎ engagement:;
AVENTURINE
. the bad pick up lines got worse. now he uses them when falling off the stairs, upon stumbling with his own two feet over some air and when he has a good hair day (clue: he always has good hair). so no, there is no escaping his constant praises and compliments and cringy flirting. but you’ll forgive him, won’t you ?
. he is so affectionate it feels like he became some glue next to you. there is no joke in that. when you two are at home to simply relax he will have his arms around you while doing anything at all. but don’t let your guard down, he might take off his clothes to move your shirt aside and rest his freezing hand upon your skin directly. just to hear your little squeals as you look up at him. his other hand will hold your cheek to feel the warmth burning at his fingertips before kissing it better as his own small apology. during moments like these, make it difficult to regain his love. more kisses for the two of you and more cuddling too.
. even in the casino he goes, he is affectionate too openly. he has really no shame screaming at the top of his lungs how much he loves you and the fact you are all he ever dreamt of having. your head is resting on his shoulder with one arm around your waist. he found that tracing forms on your skin is better than gripping a chip in secret, and now it comes naturally. if you ever fall asleep on him while he plays, he will not hesitate to take off his hate and put it on your to hide the lights from your eyes and allow you a better sleep. even when the game ended, he will stay at the table a few more moments to then give you the correct time to wake up from your little nap. i hope you don’t mind being awakened by kisses all over your face.
. his hat is the only thing he shares, sorry not sorry. his clothes are his and he wants to keep them as such. if you want to wear them he will happily buy you something similar, but the idea of sharing clothes is not something he cherishes that much. however, matching clothes ? this he doesn’t mind ! matching pajamas sets ? check. matching glasses ? check. matching accessories ? check. wearing matching pairs only add to the whole showing off you are his, doesn’t it ?
. he is not that possessive per say, maybe simply a bit paranoid that things might happen to you in hopes of getting to him. but he is truly aware you are capable and will not sugarcoat you (if you do not have any injury, get one as small as a paper cut and he is throwing dramatic gasps to make you laugh), but he will not hesitate to show that he is yours as much as you are his and no one can take you away from him. however, he can have his own insecurities. not look wise, come on that smirk on his face shows that he knows how pretty he is. no, it is more towards his gambling addiction and financial tendencies to spend everything without a care because of his insane luck. he knows that it might be a red flag, or you might be dragged away from him if he continues too much. you can kiss him better or show him an alternative (don’t do gacha games, please, he will know no limits at all you will worsen the problem dearest).
. all in all, you won your own little jackpot by being with him. sure, he has his own secrets and things he will probably never share with you. but at the end of the day you are both satisfied only holding each other’s hands as you dance under the stars like idiots or jump on the water that stayed in the streets after it rained. maybe you are a bit childish, or maybe you simply indulge together in what you always lacked: an innocent and pure love.
SUNDAY
. his money became yours, quite literally. need to buy a book ? here take his credit card. you want to start having weekly shopping sprees with robin ? he will make a new card just for the two of you that you can use. do not shy away from using his money, he wants you happy and he knows that sometimes only acquiring certain items you cherish will fill your heart to the brim. however, he is waiting for a small peck on the cheek and if you bought close you better make a small show for him. the two of you will end up dancing in the living room and it will end with a small kiss.
. the type to be a sucker for any type of kisses. would randomly come up to you, grab your face and kiss your forehead, your cheeks so no jealousy and then your lips. at first you were taken aback but now you are used to it and no real surprises anymore to be honest. you just melt and sometimes kiss him back when he pulls away. aha ! now he is the one with warm cheeks :P.
. he shares his food a bit too much, his plate becomes yours. not the type to give you his plate though. no, instead he will take your fork or spoon, serve enough in it and bring it to your lips. you can never deny him because of the fluttering of his wings that shows just how happy he is to do such a thing. and let’s not talk about desserts. he would buy five of them, eat one spoonful and then give you the rest. i am not hungry anymore, he says, what a very sweet liar he is. that is not his fault, do not blame him please, he just wishes to see a small smile on your face because you love them so much.
. talking about his wings, you can know his mood with how they react. a pretty useful indicator to be honest. if they are a bit down, he is sad or just tired. a few cuddles might fix the issue and if it doesn’t just massage his feathers, but be careful those little wings are still very much sensitive. if they are fluttering, then he is quite happy. weirdly enough they always flutter when you are with him. sometimes he uses them to hide his face if he is a bit flustered. he looks quite adorable when he wants to.
. also not the type to share his clothes, the only exception being his jacket if you are cold and brought nothing for yourself. unlike aventurine he is not for matching sets of clothing, he would prefer if you two kept your own style. but he is for matching jewelries and such. his favorite match is earrings. he will wear the right one most of the time as you wear the left one. his second favorite has to be necklaces. you have a pair of necklaces that go together like two puzzle pieces, and every time you cuddle you let them click together and they remain as such until you have to go to work or sleep or pee.
. being with him is like walking through a street in the middle of the light. his embrace and touches being the few people complimenting you along the way and his comfort being the warm light cast upon you. and when you fall asleep, it’s like having found your own little haven all over again. perhaps, with you, he will learn to be a bit more honest with himself over time.
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
orchids¹ – they symbolize beauty, charm and love.
red roses² – they symbolize love and passion.
carnations³ – they symbolize fascination and love.
sunflowers⁴ – they symbolize admiration and loyalty.
(if any of those informations are wrong, tell me and i will fix it asap !)
synopsis: taking care hsr men when they’re drunk ft. hsr men
pairing: aventurine, sunday, veritas ratio x reader (separate) | wc: 1.2k | content & warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol and drinking/being under the influence , mentions of bathing together (veritas part) ; headcanon + drabble
tags: this is dedicated to my beloved filipino alcohol addict, who else if not @azullumi?? (istg one day you're gonna get an alcohol poisoning if you continue to drink) note to azul will follow at the very bottom as always <3
a/n: ang beer na 'to o ang pag-ibig mo? -> is it beer or your love? (im not even filipino but vietnamese..oh well..)
SUNDAY
talks a lot.
much different from his usual demeanor
really talkative
he babbles, rambles and chatters your ears off
“did you know that me and robin used to take care of a charmony dove?” he asks.
“yes, yes i do. you’ve told me thrice in the past 30 minutes.” you sigh.
“oh.” his mouth forms a small “o” before speaking up again. “well did you know that-”
“that you still have to make some preparations for the upcoming charmony festival?” you interrupt him and finish his sentence.
“how’d you know?” you can’t make out if it’s amazement or curiosity in his words. “well, a little birdie told me that not too long ago.”
“my bird?” he asks.
“..yeah, totally..” you hum.
AND really touchy which is unusual
sunday reaches forward to push the loose strands of your hair away from your forehead. “sunday what are you-” before you’re able to finish your question he presses his chapped lips against your forehead, placing a tender kiss on it.
before going down and peppering kisses along your jawline until his lips reach your collarbone. “stop that tickles!” you giggle and try to push him away to no use - it was pointless. it was like he was glued to your side.
his bony fingers find your hand and laces them together before softly squeezing them, eyes never leaving your face as he studies your expression.
he keeps eulogizing and complimenting you
“have i ever told you how pretty you are?” he takes a small bundle of your hair into his hand, before slowly caressing it with his thumb and index finger as he awaits your response.
upon that you can’t help but smile. the corners of your lips quirk up and you grin like a teenager who spots their crush exiting the classroom after intentionally switching routes just to see them.
“you do, but not as openly and often.” you say in response he can only gasp in surprise. “really?” “really!” you laugh.
(he then proceeds to write a sticky note for his future sober self to compliment you more.)
only shuts up when you kiss him.
you lean forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips, it’s a fleeting moment and the kiss doesn’t last as long as sunday wishes it would. it’s too short for his liking, granting him no chance to reciprocate the action.
“shut up, loverboy. let’s get you back home.” you beam at him with a smile brighter than both the moon and stars. your eyes are pools of love, an intoxicating essence sunday would gladly drown in. (not like he already hasn’t.)
in return he shoots you a lovesick smile which makes you melt.
AVENTURINE
unusually quiet until you talk to him and he pours out his heart
this is weird.
normally aventurine is the talkative one among the two of you but it seems like the tables have turned. there’s nothing but the sound of the wind blowing through the night and you cringe at the silence.
“‘rine are you okay?” you attempt to ask, hoping that he’d at least respond with a hum.
““you still like me, right?” he whispers. his answer was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear it but it did catch you off guard.
“what?” you ask confusedly, almost in disbelief.
“what.”
when you drape his arm over your shoulder to help him walk he’s slightly tripping and keeps apologizing
unlike sunday who’s the one reassuring you, aventurine is the one who constantly seeks reassurance from you
and not even indirectly, yeah no, directly
“m’sorry that you have to take care of me. you can tell me if it’s bothersome.” he says in an apologetic tone and you try your best to reassure him. “no, really it’s alright!” you stop your movements to take a quick breather.
aventurines quick to react and extracts his arm from your shoulder and tries to stand steady on his two feet. (miserably failing) “am i too heavy? sorry.” he apologizes, not being able to stand still.
“not at all!” you smile. “i just had to take a quick break but let’s continue.” you reach out your hand for him to grab on and as soon as he places his palm on yours you hold on tightly.
“also, aventurine, you don’t have to keep apologizing.” you say empathetically.
“sorry.”
aventurine is someone who has only had himself for a very long time and he himself was the one who helped him overcome many obstacles in his life with no one else at his side so try to reassure him as much as possible to let him know that he’s not alone
VERITAS RATIO
the type who only gets drunk when it’s a party hosted by the company or anything regarding his researches to indulge in the fun and celebrate the process
later on only babbles about some of his discoveries
the others eventually get tired but try to look interested, veritas, like the attentive person he is, notices and complains about how you’d listen
you’re leaving the bathroom and come back with 9 new messages from topaz and 7 ones from aventurine begging you to pick up veritas.
as you enter the party you immediately spot him near the bar, crowded by some employees and topaz and aventurine who look like they’re done.
you step over to the bar and greet the both of them. “hi, i’m here to pick up veritas.” you smile. “that sounds like you’re picking him from kindergarten.” topaz laughs. “but yeah he’s all yours now.” she says as she clinks her glass against aventurines, as if she were to celebrate a victory.
you move towards veritas and tap him on the shoulder, the action makes him turn around and raise an eyebrow in confusion. “sorry, what business do i have with you?” he asks at which you can only laugh at. “veri, i’m here to pick you up.” you smile.
“my partner wouldn’t like you addressing me with a nickname that they exclusively chose for me.” he says politely. “ah and could you please not hold onto my hand, i doubt that they’d like that either.”
“veritas, i am your partner.”
he's not the one who’s touchy he wants you to be touchy
trace shapes against his back, bury your head into the crook of his neck and leave kisses, ruffle his hair and so on (especially when taking a bath!!)
“so what shape was that?” you ask in excitement after you drew a tree onto his back with your wet fingers.
“π” he responds. (it sounds more like a question than an answer from the way he responded.)
at that you can only laugh. “close, it was a tree!” you lean down and bury your head against his neck, his back now facing your chest as you smile down at his skin and smear kisses along the crook of his neck thus making your lips covered in shower gel now.
you remove your mouth from his skin and start to massage his back slowly and tenderly, making his tense muscles relax before moving your hands to his head, ruffling through his hair and softly massaging his scalp before coming to a halt.
“why’d you stop?” his eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes and turns around to face you.
“ah, well you didn’t say anything so i thought you didn’t like it. so i stopped.” you answer apologetically.
“did i tell you to stop?” he raises his eyebrow. “i suppose no..” you reply.
“well then continue, please.”
he trusts you enough to bathe with him and especially when being drunk
knows that you won’t just leave him be and actually care for him and tend to his needs
shower him with much affection and great care!!
okay tending to the most special guest now!! @azullumi ladies and gents, non binaries and the others whatever you identify yourself with, make way for user azullumi!! if you think your 4 month situationship who had a gf all along responds slowly TALK TO AZUL. HE NEVER RESPONDS TO MY TIKTOKS AND OMG EVEN WORSE I REPLY TO THE ONES HE SENDS ME AND THEY DON'T EVEN RESPOND TO MY MESSAGES BUT PROCEED TO SEND ME ANOTHER TIKTOK??? THE AUDACITY HELLO??? anyway i hope this reaches you in good spirits?? is that how you say that?!?!?! i like this song a lot i think the first time i've heard it was in a kaeya (genshin) edit LMFAO and it's been one of my fav songs ever since. beer, love and filipino put that in a pot and your receive azul. but azul azul i love love love you a lot. it's always fun talking to you and sharing my ideas. knowing that i have you by my side is always so reassuring for me to know. someone who's proud of me and my achievements, someone who's willing to listen me out, someone who actually has great advice which is helpful. thank you, thank you. i'm so blessed to have you. you're probably the best thing that has happened to me in the past few months. (and that one A- i got from my strict history teacher 😍😍)
e/n: not toooooo sure how to feel about this cause i wrote this for funsies but yeah! also rbs (with comments) are as always greatly appreciated. (i read through each of them). kisses to yall!!
Showering Them With Kisses (anywhere but his lips!)
Featuring : Aventurine, Sunday, and Veritas Ratio (separate)
Aventurine
You sat on his lap as he's working on his tablet. The two of you are enjoying his free time at home, on top of his spacious bed and surrounded by his cat cakes. You stare at his handsome face, his pink eyes’ focus solely on his tab. Feeling left out, you tug on his sleepwear’s sleeve to gain his attention.
“Hmm?” He's clearly still invested in his work. Even with you sitting on his lap. The audacity.
“Are you done working?”
“Just a little more, honey. I'm about to hit the greatest sale of the month,” You can see a slight smirk forms on his face, Aventurine clearly enjoys the attention.
“What about a little game?” His ears perked at your suggestion as he took a small glance at your face before continuing to tinker with his device again.
“Do tell me,”
“If I can distract you from your tab, you'll leave it for the night!” One of his eyebrows lifts up at the suggestion.
“Interesting.” He grins, “You must know that I won't relent on challenges, dear. If I managed to stay focused for another fifteen minutes, you'll cook breakfast for the rest of the week”
“A little bit unfair, but deal!” And thus your small game begins.
You start to kiss the shell on his ear, you can feel him shudder at the smallest contact and you smirked. The kiss trails to the side of his face, you hold his head gently so he won't back away from you and you continue to kiss on his soft cheek. You lifted your position to reach the corner of his eyes. Aventurine's hold on the tablet starts to stutter and you now slot yourself between him and his tablet. You kiss his temple, up to his forehead and back down to his other cheek. Your lover's resolve starts to crumble as he places his tab down on top of one of the critters. He pulls you closer to him while giggling at your endless kisses. It hasn't been five minutes yet.
The blond tried to kiss your lips as you keep purposefully avoiding it, only for you to turn your head away. Aventurine frowns at the gesture.
“Hey, what's with the selective kisses?”
“Every game needs a plan, my dear gambler. It distracts you and works perfectly doesn't it?” He chuckled at your jest before he managed to steal a kiss from you, leaving him wanting for more.
Sunday
He came back to your shared house with a huge scowl on his face. It seems that the endless hours of work, the dream master's unending list of tasks, and how he needs to keep his smile every time at all moments has taken its toll on him. You come to the living room to greet him, but he seems to try avoiding your gaze, not wanting to make you worry.
“What's wrong, love?” You walked to him only for him to sigh.
“Rough days as usual. It's nothing for you to worry about, my dearest. I'd rather have you to not… see me in such an improper state,” He smiles at you, earning the halovian a frown in return.
“That can't do,” He did plan to avoid you. Although, the moment you reached to hold his face, Sunday scrapped the plan and decided to indulge himself in your touch instead. You closed the gap by reaching to kiss his cheek. His wing flutters slightly at the affectionate gesture. He felt you hugging his waist as you pulled him to a nearby couch, sitting him down.
“What're you planning to do, dove?” You throw him a sly grin before letting yourself to sit on his lap while continuing to assault his face with kisses. As if his earlier burden steams away, the halovian let out small giggles at your kisses, feeling ticklish. You start to caress his left wing as you kiss his cheeks, moving to his forehead, the corner of his lips, his closed eye, his right wing, anywhere but his waiting lips.
You pulled back for a while to catch some breath before smothering him with more kisses. After you're satisfied, you take a good look at his now flustered face. His wings move in reflex to partially cover his red face.
“All better now, love?”
“I must say I'm a little disappointed. Despite your generous kisses, it seems that you've missed a certain spot,” Sunday gently grabs your hand for him to kiss your fingers, implying on his lips.
“That can wait after dinner, Angel”
Veritas Ratio
You can't stand him. You can't stand his assignments. He has been having a very hectic week. Just when he had come back from his visit to Herta's space station, more work came right to him, student's assessment, and these people who wanted their thesis to be assisted by him. You are now literally left out. As expected for being the famous Veritas Ratio's lover I suppose.
You drop by his office to give him his lunch. He looks up at the intrusion and he nods at you before he continues with his reports. You pouted at the view and you aggressively put down his lunchbox.
“Veritas, this is getting out of hand.” He sighed but he didn't move his eyes up from his papers.
“I know, I'm clearly doing everything as fast as I can so it will end faster. You should already know that having to spread righteousness is not an easy and instant task and patience breeds success. I'll be home tonight,” He didn't come home because he passed out at his office yesterday.
You walked to his side and leaned your face closer to his. He looks up to you so you use the chance to kiss his forehead. The scholar's face starts to let out a pinkish colour, flustered. You pepper his face with kisses, from his forehead down to his cheek, moving to his eyeliner and ending it on the tip of his perfectly sculpted nose. You teasingly place your lips dangerously close to his lips after. Just when he wanted to lean closer to kiss you, you pulled away from him. You giggled at his flushed state as you walked away from him. You had never seen him let out a frown that cute.
“My, my, that would be quite inappropriate behaviour to do in an academic environment, don't you think so, Doctor?” he groans at your jest.
“What a fool. Such a waste of time, you should be able to maximize your gain while you're at it,”
“Remember, Doctor,” He visibly rolls his eyes at how you keep calling him that instead of your usual sweet nicknames, “Patience breeds success, and I'm sure you're able to gain more of you came back home more often,” Before he can argue, you left his office with a permanent smirk etched to your face.
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My inbox are still open, rules on my pinned post <3
Hi there love! If you have time, could you write a Scaramouche x fem reader, where they hate each other so much, and then he fucks her till she can't speak anymore. W Dom Scara. Have a good day!
Of course! Trying to get back into writing after a long hiatus due to family and home issues!
Here's a hate fucking scara x fem reader NSFW!
Can't forget to tag my local scara simp @hitomisuzuya ❤
⚠WARNING:Hate fucking, harsh/rough love, scara being scara, breeding kink, pet kink⚠
It was late at night as the storm in Inazuma rolls, thunder strikes as the wrath of the Electro Archon could be felt in the air, even more so in the delusion factory where a certain harbinger resided. Scaramouche was appointed to watch over the factory, one of the very last things he wanted to be stuck with, maybe he should've been more.. friendly during the harbinger banquet, maybe then he couldn't gotten out of it, regardless he had a duty to uphold and another idea on his mind.
As the puppet thought he could hear the distant sound of fighting, great, the traveller Y/N arrived, how annoying. just what he needed, another annoyance, already had enough he had to work with the Doctor and Childe, now he must be rid of the traveller.
He waited for her to arrive to his domain, it was only a matter of time before she arrived and of course he would relish seeing her fall, but that's not what fate had in store for the two.
Y/N entered the room alone, she decided this was a fight even Paimon couldn't go with, a fight between her.. and the Balladeer.
"How dare you use people's lives for your profit!" she started, hand gripping her sword with nothing but vengeance for her dear friend. Scaramouche couldn't help but eat up the look, the anger, he loved it. wait.. loved it? no he can't get distracted.
"oh? did your pathetic friend die from it? must've been to weak.. like you" he laughed, only antagonizing the hero more, what he didn't expect was for her to attack already, coming at him with her sword he was able to grab her arm and deflect it, shoving her to the floor, he's much faster then her, with the power of electro he can move faster then she can blink. Once on the ground he stomped on her wrist making her drop the sword, hissing she clawed at his ankle but it was no use, he had her pinned.
His electric gaze sent shivers and strangely arousal through her as she gave him a scowl
"give up yet pest?" he hissed, arousal and anger was filling the air, "I can see you're ready to fight back and prove your worth" He continued his actions of stomping on her wrist again, "that means you have some backbone" he growled as Y/N struggled to get back into her feet
"What I have is not something I care to brag about" she said in return angerly, however when the two got close, scaramouche slamming her into the floor once more but this time holding her down with his hands, her legs on either side putting them in a situation, she could feel his hard on, something he tried to ignore, pathetic human emotions, he would say, but now its gotten him in a bind. "I wouldn't have guessed the Balladeer would get hard from this" she scowls causing his face to flush with both embarrassment and anger, but he couldn't deny the feeling, "or maybe I do know who you are, your true form" She snarls in disgust at him.
"And what might that be" he says with venom. Y/N smirks and sits herself straight up, she's getting more cocky now, and honestly it wasn't helping his already poor self control
"you're just a touch starved, horny angry man aren't you?" she remarks, snapping the last bit of restraint he had, growling he was determined to put this scum in her place
"I'll teach you to respect me, even if I have to break you over and over" he hissed beside her ear, biting harshly on her neck, his hips pushed forward causing her to gasp, a sharp moan leaving her throat as she squirmed in pleasure, she hated him and he hated her yet.. for that reason, they made each other stronger, the balladeers strength, their passion, they complemented and created each other.
Once started they knew they couldn't stop, his hands selfishly grabbing and pulling at her clothing, growls and groans filled the air as they moved around each other's bodies in a way they never thought possible. Her body was soft beneath his rough touches and gentle kisses, her breath coming in gasps and his lips on hers felt like heaven yet hell at the same time.
Once he pulled her clothing off he shoved her onto her stomach, taking control as the god he is, his cock throbbing against her wet pussy as he laughs at her submission, even if she was still struggling, he was the dominate one here, his tip flushed and leaking with precum as he pushed it against her entrance "fucking beg for me like the whore you are" he hissed, she resisted but she couldn't deny the throbbing need, weakly begging "please.. f-fuck! please just fuck me!" shamelessly begging before his thick cock slammed into her pussy, growling as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to cause his nails to scratch the skin, he thrusted hard and fast hitting her sweet spot, moaning loudly as her walls clenched around him, the feeling driving him insane. He pulled himself off from her slowly and threw away his discarded clothes, now fully naked he held her wrists above her head, assuming a new position before pressing his body onto hers, he thrusting hard and deep causing her to whimper, her pussy clenching around him as he mercilessly fucked into her, claiming her as his own.
"F-fuck! you're so damn tight, i-its like you want me to breed you don't you? " he hissed in a teasing tone, she groans as his hand tighten it's grip on her already sore wrists, his cock throbbed with need to release as she felt a knot began to tighten, causing her to cry out his name. He thrust harder until she cries with her orgasm, causing him to release his cum deep inside of her, she writhed under him, crying out in pain and pleasure as his cum filled her womb, his dick still buried within her pussy and balls.
"You're mine now little one, you belong to me and only me, " he murmured softly as she felt weak, he had almost forgotten his plan, nevertheless he had to make changes anyways, he can't just let her get in his way again.. maybe he can keep her as his pet.
wanderer and reader r in an established relationship and live together!!
“WHY ARE YOU HERE? LEAVE.” the wanderer’s breath hitches as you enter his humble abode. it was comforting, his figure for once not being clung onto by tight clothing. instead, a loose black shirt was draped over his frame, white shorts accompanying it. “reality check, I live with you. I wanted to see you,” you whisper, as if a sacred promise of your love.
he scoffs, leaning back onto the bedframe. “see me? blasphemy. just… go back to your room to finish your project or whatever.” his voice turns bitter towards the end, expression sour.
“I do have to finish it up, yes. but… I wanted to catch a glimpse of you first, then work,” you mutter, taking a seat next to him on the bed. you might be imagining it, but he shifts over, closer to you.
a teasing grin surfaces on your lips. “do you not want to see me?”that earns a dirty look from him. “I don’t, matter of fact. die in a ditch.”
“die in a ditch? that’s new. what was it last time, get food poisoning from sugar?” a giggle escapes you.
“shut your mouth. just… go already. no point staying. I refuse to humor you,” he grumbles, his gaze tearing from you.
“night, kuni.” you kiss his forehead, a fleeting one for him to remember, and as suddenly as you came, you were gone, as if a mere figment of his imagination.
the wanderer is infuriated. mad that you just said goodnight, gave him a taste of what could have been a proper kiss, and left, like that was nothing. “how can you just say goodnight and go?” he mumbles, hugging his knees to his chest, a frown on his face. “and she says im mean.”
WARNINGS!/INFO — overestimating, neck biting, teasing, GN!reader (with female pref) tit playing, NFSW, some fluff some smau, praising kink, begging, switch, slight bondage, reader is too shy to ask, (I mainly use you/your/you're)
Scara absolutely loves getting crushed with your thighs when eating you out, he loves the whines and moans you stumble out and he just hushes you down as you get louder by the second. Just pushing your hips towards his face as you try and push Scara away from your body. He just desperately hugs your lower waist and continues to eat you out like his last meal on earth.
He just loves sucking on your sensitive nub as you try and push him away because you're so overestimated by him. Your hands on his hair as Scara looks up to you from time to time with his lustful and playful eyes. Sometimes he even just gives up on trying to spread your legs out and you crush him with your thighs. He just becomes pussydrunk because of you.
♡♡♡
Scara LOVES to absolutely destroy you. He pounds himself into you mindlessly as he praises on how good you're taking him. He sometimes likes to shut you up by kissing you and exploring every inch inside of your mouth. He even teases you, so you squirm and beg for more. And on your last thrust, he even doesn't push in and as you're about to beg for more, he just immediately pounds your body into him.
He doesn't care how you're so overestimated because of him, he continues until he's satisfied. He likes to play and suck on your tits as he leaves marks on them. Scara needs you so badly, he always leaves marks on the most visible spots on your body so everyone can see. The soft groans and whimpers of Scara as you greedily take him in turns him on dramatically. He needs you so, so badly.
Scara just loves it when you ride him. Gliding his hands along your hips and pushing you onto him. Changing his rhythm to tease you, suddenly going slow and steady to fast and swift. He just loves the sounds you make, when you say his name over and over again with every thrust like a chant turns him on every time. Everytime when you come on him, he keeps on going and going until you feel like you're going absolutely insane. Peppering kisses on your breasts, neck, and face. You're so cute when Scara torments you with his godlike skills of fucking you mindlessly.
♥︎♡♡
Scara loves to shove you down his cock like no other, tears wield up in your eyes as Scara sends heavenly sounds to your ears. His sobs and cries and how good you do him. His moans and whimpers and how he grabs your hair to shove you down even more. His overwhelmed face and covering his mouth with the back of his hand, his free hand at the back of your head pushing you further. And of how he comes, he yields his head back and whimpers loudly. Scara tries to keep himself together by saying how bad you are at this. But in reality, you're always hitting his vulnerable spots and it makes him throw his head back in pleasure.
of how Scara begs for you to continue when you refuse to move on. You just mockingly chuckle at him, until he'll just pound you mindlessly into his cock regretting it as he abuses your hole.
Like if he were eating you out, he'd do the same as you beg for him to continue. As he licks his lips and pins you down on the bed for further fun.
♥︎♥︎♡
Nibbling on your neck and biting it sending soft whimpers to him. Scara kisses your hand gently as he glides your body towards his greedy mouth. He eats and flicks your folds amusingly as you arch your back. Your fingers intertwined with his dark indigo locks. Biting on your sensitive clit gently as he eats you out so well. Looking up to you from time to time with lustful eyes. Yielding your head back as you come onto his face. He loves you so much, he just grips onto your ass to dig him further into you.
He has a thing of fucking you against a wall. Your chest against his as your back pressed up against the wall. Your legs have an opening for his lower half as he carries your thighs up. You hide your face into his shoulder tears coming out. Scara telling you that there's no need to hide your pretty face, you suck onto his neck as he whimpers softly. Your liquids coming on the floor as he praises you. Sometimes he brings you to the bed and pins your arms against your back and fucks you while smirking and biting his lip.
Scara also just loves it when you face ride him. And he knows you're too shy to ask sometimes so he does it himself. He makes you beg on purpose sometimes, and you're reward is either him shoving himself down in your throat or your pussy getting all of love and attention from him. The way he dances his fingers inside and along your inner thigh makes you go feral for him. When he pushes in and you clench around him makes him mock you.
Whenever Scara is hard and you're asleep or taking a nap, he grinds against you or he glides your hand to stroke him. Or he just fucks you in your sleep. Sometimes you wake up during it and you're so drowsy and now you're all over him wanting more and more. But if you don't, you notice that you're wet and look at Scara who's looking at you with a small grin. He ends up fucking you mindlessly. Scara likes to do it often, so he usually lies his head on your chest while hugging you. He sometimes like to tease you and rub your clit while you whimper under him.
♥︎♥︎♥︎
During aftercare, he likes to pepper your body in kisses, if you're too tired, he'll bring you to the bathroom and clean you up. If you're also too tired to walk, he'll just call you a needy princess and carry you bridal way to the bed and cuddle with you to sleep. But if you ever need anything, he'll bring it to you. Even if you don't say, he'll pepper you in kisses and give you anything. He's so gentle with you during aftercare. He'll tell you he loves you as he buries his head into your neck. Most of time you're so exhausted because even during a little small makeout session he'll always find somehow to fuck you endlessly. But Scara just loves you too, too much. ♡♡
oh my lord that's so much wtf I ain't reading allat
