But, I Am A Fool

“But, I am a fool

with Wanderer”

Non-sexual removal of clothes

He works so hard to be the strong one out of the two of you, maintaining an appearance of strength and indifference for most topics. Sure, he gets upset and bothered by certain aspects of life, but he doesn’t let it affect him like it would you.

But even the previous harbinger, now Wanderer, has his moments of weakness. And they tend to make themselves known only in the deepest depths of your guys’ home.

When you take time and care to strip him of his clothes, all while kissing his shoulders or head while you shed the layers. He’d typically scoff at this. After all, it’s not like he’s of a high status anymore.

But he felt something inside of him ache as your lips were pressed against his porcelain skin. Failing to notice the way his lip quivered, he bit the insides of his left cheek.

“Why do you treat me like this?”

You looked up at him from your position, kneeling in front of him as you slid off his shorts.

“I am no longer a harbinger, and proven to be a failed attempt of a god. So why?” A tear fell onto his bare thigh in front of your soft gaze. “Why do you treat me as if I am special in any way?”

“You are correct, about not being a god or harbinger.”

His eyes narrowed at your harsh but honest statement, not that you intended for it to feel hurtful.

“But you are the one I love, and I intend to prove to you, that you are worthy of it. My affections and decisions will not be denied, simply because you fear you’re not enough.”

When he finally allowed your eyes to meet, he felt something foreign. Not indifference, or his idea of strength. But, maybe this was…the love you spoke of.

“Guilty Sadist

with Neuvillette”

NSFW

Neuvillette made a vow to give you pleasure, in any way you wanted. As you were the one on the receiving end, he made it his goal to offer you whatever you desired in that very moment.

But that night.

When you told him you wanted him to be rough with you, handling you with no regard for your feelings, he felt at a loss. But he couldn’t let it show.

You needed him, and he was a man of his word.

The following morning, he woke up first. And when he got up with the intention of making you breakfast, and just showing you the comfort and reassurance you denied the night prior, he saw the aftermath.

Clothes tossed haphazardly onto the floor in piles. Stains soaked into the sheets and blankets that he pinned you onto. And he hated it, so much. But what he despised much more, was glancing at you and seeing the marks he’d left. Scratches and bruises, with no attention spent on ensuring your enjoyment.

It was what you asked him to do. He had to keep reminding himself of that. But in what universe was degrading and belittling the one he holds so dear acceptable?

And as rain began to pelt the windows of your shared bedroom, Neuvillette realized he truly didn’t understand the human mind.

“In case you are lost

Follow my heartbeat”

Hot Pink

Represents fandom chatter, or me musing in general, but mainly rambling about my interests

Dreary Magenta

Represents works I’ve created, although I do plan on updating this in the future.

Hazy Brown

Represents blog-related items, which is as stated previously, subject to change

“Speaking, my words are a jumbled mess

But writing, my words are a work of art.”

🎀 — Creator

🍓 — Compass

🧸 — Connection

🌷 — Coffee

🧦 — Creations

🫀 — Currently

“We are all destined to die alone

But I swear I will die by your side”

gah your writing is so beautiful you’re amazing :cryign:

You’re so sweet! I’m excited to read more of your works <3

“You’ve become my ceiling

with Yae Miko”

“You don’t even care, do you? You never do, and probably never have.”

The woman in front of you didn’t even appear hurt, simply maintaining a face of indifference. But inside, her mind was racing. When you’d invited her to this beautiful forest, she’d expected a grand gesture of a date, as you’d done in the past. Not your decision to end your relationship.

“I do care, quite a deal,” she moved her hand up, to cup your face. Perhaps to even talk you out of it, as foolish as it was. But you stepped away from her.

And spoke with tears brimming your eyes, “which is why you can’t even pretend to be affected.”

You humans were so conflicting. You were the one who broke up with her, and now you’re crying over her. Even as you faced the ground, she knew your face was puffy and red. As it usually had been when you broke down.

“Because, I learned how to maintain my composure, after so long of practice.” What you didn’t know, was how badly she wanted to hold you, teasingly comforting you as she’d done many times before. “If you’re simply trying to leave for my seemingly lack of care, then I cannot make you stay. But I do implore you to think.”

“If I didn’t care, why would I stay with you for so long, dear?”

I am attempting to branch out more in terms of characters I write