Guys Am Having A Very Difficult Time Rn

guys am having a very difficult time rn

A popular, loved hero fucked silly by a nerdy, awkward civilian will always be my favourite trope

Everyday i wake up to not see artem or marium beside me sleeping soundly

mahgawd. i had a thought for a second 🧐,

kafka getting dp by you and a clone of yours 😣

can’t get the image of her taking two cocks out of my head someone helppp 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I JUST WOKE UP??? DO NOT PUT THESE THOUGHTS INTO MY HEAD MAAM!

now i cant get the thought of kafka grinning under you and your clone out. Just licking the two dicks like some hungry whore while staring up at both of you, fluttering her eyelashes like some innocent maiden.

Her face looks filthy. Cum dropping down her mouth, on her face and staining her chest. Its so pornographic.

Yet she bends down in front of you two, spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers and moans out a “fuck this pretty cunt please”.

She is used thoroughly👩🏼‍🦲👍🏻

Hiii how are you today?

I would like to request for Luocha × Reader(Gn) fluff? Like, maybe reader and Luocha out on a date?🤔

It's okay if you ignore this. Have a nice day though <33

(This is my first time doing this lol)

👋 hello, i am fine! thank you for sending this in cause it made me write something non smutty after so long haha.

Also props to you for sending your first ask🫨

★̶̲ [ 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ]

✎ luocha + gn reader notes: a bit angsty at first, wholesome end; this took me so long to write cause I wanted to capture Luocha perfectly and idk I still feel icky but i hope it came out good.

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“So you mean to tell me…that you have never being gifted flowers?!”, you gasped, surprise and offense written over your face. Luocha chuckled a small laugh, before nodding to your question.

Absolutely ridiculous, your eyebrows scrunched together, if this man doesn’t get any flowers, I should forget receiving even one in my lifetime!

Luocha and you were on another one of your, and you quote, “exploration-time”, where you both roam the Central Starskiff Haven side by side, under the dusk moonlight and just silently observe the mundane lives of the people around you. Simple, happy and living.

You may sometimes notice Lady Yukong out on her nightly duties or even spot Tingyun selling a few photocards of General Jing Yuan. Where she seemed to get them was always questionable.

But Luocha seemed indifferent to it all.

You met him a few days ago, within the artisanship commission, where he was healing your wounds after you were attacked by a marastruck soldier (you won though).

At first, it was alarming. A suspicious looking pretty blonde man appearing out of nowhere with such a huge coffin(?), kneeling beside you and trying to offer help?

Is he a grime reaper?, was your first thought.

And so being the aggressive cloud knight you were, you raised your weapon at him, and his coffin. Fearing that something may pop out of it and suck the soul out of you.

It was not until later when you found out that he was a foreign merchant, and a great medical superior associated with the Xianzhou Yuque. You apologised to him, profusely, after the introduction and internally decided that you shall make it up to him.

Which leads to the current situation.

Bunking your shift and disguising yourself as some noble lady of higher ranks, while showing an extremely gorgeous man around a town he had already been to several times was not as difficult as you had thought. Well, if you ignore the few stares from the desperate maidens whispering around you two.

Could you really blame them though?

Luocha was a gem. A mystery. Always observing, and quaint while doing so. Its like he had several layers hidden under that calming, sober face of his. A multitude of secrets.

But dear heavens, was he not charming? Every time he spoke, his deep short laughs, the crinkles around his eyes while his lips twitched into a smile, the lingering gazes on you which he succeeded in peeking at when you were turned away; it made your heart jump.

“So um…Luocha”, he eyed you from his side. “Have you ever fallen in love?”, you mumbled, before biting your bottom lip in. You shouldn’t have asked that. This was overstepping the imaginary boundary between you two.

Luocha’s eyes suddenly shifted into an odd silence, his mouth pressing in a thin line and his steps slowing down to a halt. That wise brain of his seemed to be rumbling. Pushing pieces together to give you an answer.

Your curious gaze pulls him out of his thoughts, and he blinks. “Love….it’s a very peculiar thing, don’t you say?”, he resumes walking, his voice sounding a lot more solemn and older. It sounded pained.

“I have met several kinds, several species and lived through several exhilarating experiences, but-”, he grows quieter, “I, unfortunately, have never felt it for myself”. Your heart tugs in your chest when he confesses. It appeared as if love was a subject he never wished to be familiar with. An alien entity.

“It’s a natural need in everyone, this ‘love’ ”, a sad smile appears on his face, “but only a chosen few get the chance to live in it”. He looked up at the dark sky, trailing each of the stars with his green eyes, searching for something.

This didn’t feel right. Your gut was wrenching inside and your chest felt heavy as if burdened with a responsibility. A sudden discourse of hurt was running through your veins as you stared at his face. You have never felt like this before.

“I apologise for the misbehaviour”, your booming voice startles him, “but I feel that if I do not do this now-”, a fire in your eyes, “-I will never get the courage to do again so”, sneaking your hand in his and clasping tight around it, you run off, dragging him with you.

“W-wait, [y/n]-“, his pants and requests are ignored by your ears as you lead him to a place you pray he has never seen before. Ugh I wish I was more into sightseeing, you cursed yourself while pushing yourself through the crowd of the people. Grunts and complains were thrown at you but you didn’t stop.

You treaded up the steps carefully, to not amiss your balance lest both you and luocha shall fall. And even though your palms were sweating because of the warmth between your skins touching, the voice in your head told you if you let go of it now, everything would be ruined.

Finally, you two reached the top of the stairs, your eyes glaring with an intensity at the huge brown doors a few inches in front. Closing your eyes, you prayed he had never seen this door or the place inside before.

You turned to him. His face reddened, lips parted a bit as they released short heavy breaths, and eyes fluttering shut and open.

Looks like he doesn’t run much.

“As much as I would like to give you a training in using those feeble feet of yours at a rapid pace, I shall save that for another day”, you grinned, teeth glittering.

Luocha turned to look at you, still gasping for breath, but with a hint of a smile creeping up on his face.

You freed his hands from your gasp and signed to the door in front. There were no guards assigned at its sides nor was there the magical jade abacus preventing outsiders from entering it.

Luocha blinked in hesitation, turning to you in question but calmed his nerves when he noticed the surety in your eyes. Yes it may be foolish of him to enter a place with not a single soul in sight but just a cloud knight, but then again, mistakes are what makes us human.

He pushed the doors open, stepping in slowly and his breath hitched in his throat. It was a water garden. Small yet ambitious. Newly bloomed pink cherry blossoms on a huge tree, beyond the divided stream, demanded his attention.

He walked down the steps carefully, breathing in the marvellous attempt of the little waterfall beside him. The water playfully flowing in relaxed waves yet the water lilies and lotuses remained undisturbed. The red lanterns hanging on the erratically placed rocks glowed with a red hue helped him to see.

Luocha’s eyes drifted in wonder at the stone path on the water stream and then back at shaped boulder and the broken dragon ring behind the tree. Magnificent. How beautiful….

His hands moved in swift action, picking the bladed sword sheathed under his coat and placing it at your neck when heard a shuffling behind him. Eyes widening in surprise, “I-I am extremely sorry”, he mumbled frantically, “I didn’t mean t-”

A bouquet of flowers appearing out of nowhere in front of his face silenced his cries. He could see your smiling face through the stalks of the freshly born buds, comprising dahlias, lilies and roses. “Its alright”, your eyes finding his, “this was intentional”, you pushed the bunch further in front of him.

The strain in his jaw relaxed, gaze softening and his breath slow. But not a single nerve in his body was calm. They were toppling around. Rushing in panicked motions and confusion as this unknown feeling settled inside him. A sensation he believed he had shut off.

“Thank you….”, Luocha took the bouquet from your hands. Holding them with care and fragility, in fear that a momentary movement will make them disappear.

A sense of pride creeped up in you. Whatever you had done now was a step closer in peeling off that mask of his. It made you feel victorious as the only thing that mattered right now was that shy smile on his lips while his fingers threaded between the flowers, examining the petals closely.

“Well, you can cross one of your wishes off your bucket list”

“Huh?”, he raised his eyebrows.

“You got flowers!”, you chirped, putting your hands behind your back and tangled your fingers in an attempt to hide your nervousness. “Now you can’t say you have never received flowers”.

Luocha stared at you, speechless.

“Next time you visit here”, your head turned to the petals falling from the cherry blossom, the shine of the moon lighting your face up in adoration, “I pray you shall have someone in your heart”. Orbs glowing with a spark, a smile so blinding it made Luocha’s heart tremble inside.

But he never pulled his eyes away. He couldn’t.

“I don’t think I can reject that plea of yours”, he laughs after what felt like eternity, his voice striking the strings in your heart. “But if my oath allows me-”, he plucked a dahlia from within the bunch, handing it to you, “I give you my promise”. You look down at your palm.

Dahlia symbolised eternal love.

Exhaling a soft sigh, you clenched the dahlia within your palms, with love. Your head jerked back, a tender gaze tracing his face slowly.

Pulling yourself back, you mumbled quickly, “Well then, i’ll be looking forward to it” before turning on your heel and running away from Luocha and his words. Legs rushing towards the same path that was followed earlier.

The dark night did a poor job of hiding your blushing face, I am so in trouble.

And as if the moon was a secret accomplice, Luocha’s expression was vividly burned inside your mind.

The face of a young boy who had fallen in love for the first time.

WHY DO U HAVE THESE THOUGHTS IN THE MORNING???

mahgawd. i had a thought for a second 🧐,

kafka getting dp by you and a clone of yours 😣

can’t get the image of her taking two cocks out of my head someone helppp 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I JUST WOKE UP??? DO NOT PUT THESE THOUGHTS INTO MY HEAD MAAM!

now i cant get the thought of kafka grinning under you and your clone out. Just licking the two dicks like some hungry whore while staring up at both of you, fluttering her eyelashes like some innocent maiden.

Her face looks filthy. Cum dropping down her mouth, on her face and staining her chest. Its so pornographic.

Yet she bends down in front of you two, spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers and moans out a “fuck this pretty cunt please”.

She is used thoroughly👩🏼‍🦲👍🏻