#‧˚꒰👁️꒱༘‧— Casual Gaze

[watchingyourheart]

I SEE YOU USER GUROKICHI. I HOPE YOU KNOW ONE OF THOSE WERE FOR YOU 🫵🏾

It should not be hard to tell which anyway-

[screampied]

"Just the tip" trope w/ jjk men?👁️👁️

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ JUST THE TIP, GIRL ! ’﹒⺡

ᡣ𐭩 feat. sukuna, choso, nanami, geto, gojo

ᡣ𐭩 total wc. 3.2k

ᡣ𐭩 warnings. fem! reader, mdni, overstim, unprotected, true form sukuna, praise, dirty talk, quickies, dry humping, whiney men, choking, implied breeding, hitting it raw.

࣪. ᨳ GOJO SATORU. ࣪

“princess, you’re killing me,” gojo whimpers, feeling you casually move your hips against him. he’s staring at you, glossed lips just trembling. with two rough hands attached to your waist, he faintly strokes a thumb beneath the fabric that stuck beside your skin. “the tip. please.”

“wait a little,” you hum, making his back hit against the softly padded pillow. gojo grunts, the smooth part of your panties glissading back and forth on his length. his boxers was lazily pulled down, and he was all exposed…all warm. you felt a tiny veiny poke through, skimming against your entrance and you giggle before leaning up close to his ear. “oh sorry, did you say something? i can’t understand when you mumble, baby.”

gojo lightly throws his head back, grabbing a chunk of your ass before his right thigh bounces in utter anticipation. “f-fuck, don’t whisper in my ear like that,” and his voice was so shaky—he starts to pant frantically, just imagining being inside of you again. “you fuckin’ heard me.”

“remember who’s on top of you,” you tease, pressing a kiss near the corner of his mouth. for a split second, you heard gojo gulp, bright blue irises meeting your gaze. now that made him hard. shivers run all over his body the moment he feels you wrap a hand over his shaft, staring to realign yourself. “but fine, lie back…princess.”

soft puffs of breath escape past his mouth as he stares at you, a near smirk stretching against his pink lips. “bratty girl. quit talkin’ ‘n just ride me, how about that.”

“for all i care, you can just get yourself off,” you snicker. after you speak, gojo immediately shuts up the moment his leaky tip just barely hovers beneath your slick entrance.

with a clenched jaw, he presses his lips shut, a soft whine running past his lips to moment you start to jerk. “lot of mouth for how needy you are to be inside, ‘toru.”

“s-shut up,” he grumbles, and it’s cute. the attitude in his voice. the slight rasp to it, even the adorable flush that crept onto both sides of his temples.

gojo craved more, his mouth started to heavily salivate just imagining being inside of you. pumping you full of thick inches for the umpteenth time. “god, i just— i need you. know i said the tip but i just want you.”

you pepper a kiss near the corner of his mouth, and his first reaction was to kiss back ; he misses, making him cause himself to dreadfully whine.

lips forming a sweet desperate ‘o’ he leans back before gripping your hip tightly. you whisper, slowly sinking down into his length. “you can never make up your mind,” you purr, and the silk that ran against your voice.

“say one thing then you want another,” you continue, and he leans into your touch. he grows hard inside you, warmth swallowing you entirely.

gojo’s ears perked at the sound of your voice, the softness air that danced against his earlobe from your breathe.

he couldn’t help but pant, awaiting to have you sunk all the way down to the base. “you keep whinin' everytime i don’t give your lips any attention,” and for a brief moment, gojo’s eyes meet yours again, he feels so hot. you talking to him in such a sweet way like that only makes him feel ten times hotter. “you want a kiss?”

“i … i wanna kiss ‘n pump you full at the same time,” he says in a single breath. the hold you had on him was so heady.

gojo can’t stop himself from feeling all over your body, he felt giddy. in the best way possible. the way your cunt gradually went down on him. you made sure to take your time just to tease him a bit more. gojo’s pout doesn’t take long to make an appearance on him. “just…touch me… just want a taste of my girl while s-she’s on top.”

but the moment you were all the way down…

you felt his dick stretch you out for how many times again, you suppress a moan. leaning in, you squeeze gojo’s lips together playfully—bringing him into a sloppy kiss. his favorite kind of kisses.

the kind where your tongue would slide against his in such a messy way, he’d suck on yours before moaning right into your mouth. a single make out session with gojo was enough to make you pulse through your pulled to the side panties.

“i’m n-not gonna last with you grinding against me like that,” he whimpers, nearly having the wind being snatched out of him the moment you start up a rhythmic grind. “ride me jus’ like that,” he’d pant, and as you tantalizingly ghost a hand up his abs, you intentional make him shudder within your hold.

gojo pauses, grabbing your wrist. with a swift lick of his lips, he uses another hand to spank your ass, another to make your hand wrap around his neck. “choke me. choke me while y-you ride me, baby. please?”

. ᨳ NANAMI KENTO.

“i don’t want you to overwork yourself, sweetheart,” nanami says in a hushed tone. in the midst of you having your hands kneading through flour, you’re bent over the counter.

“have i,” he started, pausing to kiss near your nape. he was so close you felt his bulge prop up against you, “told you,” he halts again, a hand snaking around your waist, “how pretty you look in sundresses?”

“no,” you nearly slip off a moan, trying to avert your gaze back towards the bowl that had your hands covered in dough. his touch felt so good, he was gentle with you. nanami sneaks a kiss near the corner of your neck before you gasp. he pants your legs just a bit before kissing down your back. chastely. “the food, baby.”

nanami huffs, softly ghosting a thumb beside the exposed skin near your back. “you’re an amazing cook sweetheart, but ‘m hungry for something else,” and his words were so warm, smooth and all. the moment he murmurs tender in a soft voice against your ear. it was enough to make you immediately throb. “i want a little of your attention, just…a little.”

“okay,” you mutter, gnawing on the skin of your lip once he hurriedly moves your panties towards the side. a dripping soaked mess, nanami couldn’t help but stare for a bit. he was already insanely hard. his touch, it was so sensually smooth. with a single hand on your hip, you let off a sweetened mewl once you suddenly feel the throbbing tip of nanami’s dick glide against your folds. “k-kento, fuck.”

“missed bein' inside my wife,” he rasps, and he’s so pushed up against you it makes him dizzy. nanami eases his was inside, stretching you gingerly before you left off a sweet whimper. “you always know how to bend over for me like a good girl,” he purrs, bringing another amount of kisses towards the back part of your neck.

his breathing becomes unsteady and irregular, the thin fabric of your sundress, he has a firm grip on it. “was…was gonna give you the tip but i just wanna pump you full, sweetheart,” and you bite your lip, feeling the tips of his fingers brush against your ass. “give you.. a baby or two.”

nanami had you leaning forward, your hands were still in the bowl of ingredients before he hesitates. his voice cracks, pitching high for a concise moment. for the first time, you were hearing a needy nanami. “will you let me stuff you full? tell me in that pretty voice of yours.”

his words, it struck right into your heart and in the process—right between your legs. you felt sticky, a bit moist just from nanami grinding up against you. whenever it came to you, he just couldn’t contain himself.

“y-yes, please kento,” you’d whimper out, feeling two big hands of his caress your ass. he groans, so thick and big…yet so tender with the way he relaxed himself inside. such gummy walls hugging him so tight and close, it makes his jaw tense in a thirsty manner. “just fuck me, baby. i want you so bad.”

“wanted you more,” he whispers. a stroke of his, lightly shoving his hips into you—you gasp, nearly dropping the dishes. “s-sorry, honey. might wanna hold on. ‘s gonna get a bit messy,” and as he says that, a soft chortles flies past his lips. nanami teasingly runs the cold band of his watch down your back, watching you cutely squirm. “but i’ll clean you right up, i love when my sweetheart’s a little nasty.”

ᨳ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

ironically enough, you’d be the one asking sukuna. he’d have the snuggest grin on his lips, buff arms crossed towards his chest whilst you straddled him.

“speak, girl,” and you suddenly grow shy, being propped up on the king's lap. his voice was a deep pitched low, fully stirring you up from the inside. sukuna cups your chin, making it hard for you to avoid his gaze before he murmurs. “tell me what you most desire, little concubine.”

“i want…” you start to speak before trailing off. his gaze, it was never not intimidating. for a split second, you could just about make out a mere small smirk lingering against his lips. sukuna brings a hand toward your waist, softly stroking your skin before you intake a sharp breath. “i want to feel you f-from the inside, ‘kuna. just the tip, please?”

“awwww,” he purrs, and he’s sat manspread. his grip he had on your hip, the way his fingers tenderly strokes beneath the thin straps of your panties. needless to say, it had you soaked.

“just can’t get enough, huh? was last night not enough to satisfy you?” and he takes pride in the pout that goes against your lips. “go ahead then. show me how needy you can be.”

his words had such smugness to it, you whimpered with such exasperation. eagerly springing his length out, not wanting to waste anymore time. sukuna stares at you, a low grunt slithers past his lips before you’re just hovering over his fat tip.

it was glistening with pre-cum, you let off a soft coo, making his tip swipe and smear all over your glistening folds. “s-sukuna, i want you. i want more.”

“greedy girl,” he snickers, and you suddenly felt small. being sat on his lap, his frame was so big. a lot bigger and broader than you. sukuna’s base was hefty, it jolted against his leg the moment you pushed yourself forward. he leans in as if he was about to kiss you. instead, he cups your grin again, multiple eyes staring right into the depths of your soul before whispering out a husky, “no one’s stopping you, princess.”

you moaned, his words was enough to get you dripping like a faucet between your legs—how embarrassing…

within moments, you sink down a bit further, and he’s huge. you feel his dick reach everywhere, such thickness it has your mouth salivating. “f-fuck, ‘kuna,” and his ears perk at the sound of your voice. the bitter sweetness to it. you were always so whiney, growing quiet every few seconds to hear the squelches your pussy made in retaliation. huffing and puffing, your eye-lids grew heavy, he was insanely packed. you felt him everywhere, and once you finally sat down against his base, you pull him into a hug. “so.. so big, stretching me.”

“…oh, don’t tell me that’s all,” sukuna grumbled cheekily, feeling your frame. he creates a fake pout, unreservedly mimicking the pout you had on your own face earlier. “you said just the tip but you can barely handle a few inches, concubine.”

he chuckles darkly, watching your cute face fall. you try to pivot your hips but not even seconds later. you end up making a mess on his lap, bundles of nerves sending you shockwaves. sukuna smiles, bringing a kiss towards the corner of your mouth. “hm. looks like someone needs more training,” and with a sly eyebrow raise, he brings you towards his chest, petting your hair. “if you can barely handle the tip, what makes you think you can handle both of my cocks, princess?”

ᨳ SUGURU GETŌ.

geto would be occupying himself with something, you’re doing nothing but of course—straddling his lap. not a single thought in your mind.

he doesn’t mind it, he enjoys feeling your body all propped up against his. he takes the opportunity to gently snake an arm around your waist, holding you close. although, at this particular point you’d be basically cockwarming him.

“just the tip, you say, suguru,” you utter with a mere hint of sass on your tone. he smiles to himself, your back facing his chest. he’s so warmish, his body heat nearly radiates off of you. skin to skin, it forever felt so intimate. despite the two of you doing nothing but just staying still. “you just wanna fuck me.”

“princess, i wanna hold you and fuck you. ‘s a difference,” and his voice was a bit hoarse—it was unintentionally attractive. he’s sneaking a plethora of kisses down your neck, giving your collarbone a soft suck before he reaches down between your legs. “spread these for me, don’t be shy.”

such thickness to him, it made you swallow, recollecting your thoughts…speaking of thoughts, as mentioned earlier…

your brain was empty. all you could focus on was how stretched you were getting. you were soaking his shaft down to its full supreme—and the last thing you expect is for geto to start rubbing mean circles against your clit. your body’s initial reaction was to lean back against him, and he chuckles, cooing out a, “ooooh.”

“s-suguruuu, fuck,” you’d sniffle, feeling the rotation of his palm creating a circulation motion. he was always so good with his hands. while being stuffed full, he had a free hand maneuvering all sorts of shapes over your folds. “feel so full, jus’ fuck me already.”

“say pretty please ‘n i’ll consider it, baby.”

“you heard what i sai—”

“girl, don’t try me.”

you moan, feeling him spank your cunt at your abrupt sudden brattiness. as your head slumps back against geto, he caresses your entrance before grabbing ahold of your hips. “let’s try this again, yeah?”

through clenched teeth and a cute pout, you huff out a, “…pretty please, suguru.”

he chuckles, and you shudder at the brief sensation of his throbbing mushroom tip just sensually dragging against your core. you gnaw on your lip, digging your nails into the thin fabric of his shorts.

he adores your body language, how adorable—your back arches, and you can barely hold still. all due to his touch, his words, and even the warmth of his breath colliding against your skin.

“good girl. ‘s more like it,” he whispers, and you couldn’t hold in your moans the moment he starts to make you bounce on his cock. you’re a mess, head still leaning back against his cheek, geto faintly wraps a hand around your throat. “should hear how silly you sound for me. whiney girl, fuck…”

and that’s when a hand of his roams up your body, feeling near your chest. he gives your perky nipples a soft pinch and you whine, feeling yourself continue to grow hotter and hotter between your legs. “want attention here too, baby?”

pathetically, you nod, still taking inch after inch inside of your gummy walls. “course ya do,” he teases, sneaking a kiss near the inside of your neck again. “but before we do that,” and you feel your hips come to a terse stop. you pout, feeling two hands of geto’s rapidly stop your hips, and he pulls you closer so he could speak.

with a hand gently caressing near your throat, another prying your legs open for him once more…edging you, he says, “we gotta work on those manners. not gonna let a brat cum on me, sorry princess.”

ᨳ CHOSO KAMO.

“baby,” he says in a sweet, drowsy murmur. choso has you laid flat down. while trailing and skimming a few fingers down your spine—he makes your tummy meekly press right into the cushioned mattress.

“i wanna.. i wanna try something,” and as he’s speaking, you grow quiet, enjoying the hot touch of his fingers. “remember when you asked to see how fast i could last with jus’ the tip in you?”

“mhmm.” you oblige, teasingly hum as a response. you could hear the near shakiness coming from his voice. albeit, you couldn’t particularly see his gaze, but you’d bet money he was just staring right at your body…specifically, from the waist down.

choso kisses his teeth, and you hear a bit of shuffling, “okay. ‘cause, you’re all laid out for me ‘n i just wanna…” he precipitously pauses, feeling you playfully wriggle your ass against him and he groans. “don’t…don’t do that, do tease me.”

“then go ahead, ‘m waiting for you, choso.” you’d titter, awaiting for him to finally come inside—it doesn’t take long.

momentarily, just seconds later…his fat leaky tip was swiftly rubbing against your hole. he starts to pant, long strands of hair running down his back from each particular moment.

he was heavily impatient.

his mind roamed, just a single look at your slick entrance and he’s licking his lips. all he saw was his imagination of loads of his own seed pouring out of your folds.

“nice ‘n warm for me,” he huffs out, clouds of his own breath departing from his lips. choso’s ears, the very tips of them burned with an scorching hot. “always take me so well.”

“f-fuckkk, choso,” you’d gasp, feeling your cunt swallow him easily. he was slow, a single hand attached to your waist.

a soft whimper leaves from choso’s mouth, simply from the way your ass was all pressed up against him. with just a single bit of a hover, he leans forward and he delays his weight just briefly on top of you. “told you, could barely handle just the tip.”

“just lie back ‘n let me give this body the—the attention it deserves,” he grunts, and his stuttering was quite cute.

choso lost all of his composure the moment he was just a few slim inches inside your cunt. squeezing him down so tightly, he watches as his own length gradually disappear between your folds.

“soaking me so good, should be a crime to be this w-wet,” and he nearly finds himself drooling, letting off a cute gasp once he hears that loud squelch. you gripped around him so good, it gave him whiplash … his head spun.

his breathing became erratic, and whenever choso grows out to be excited or far too buoyant than he needed to be, he ends up finishing early. and that’s exactly what he did. a flush goes over his face, as well as with a pout.

“s-shit,” he whimpers, barely even lasting as long as he anticipated. but he couldn’t help it. not with how tightly you maintained a heavy grip on him with your sweetened cunt.

his dick, it had length for sure, and poked against every orifice throughout your sweet cunt.

“wet girl,” he purrs, and starts to ramble to himself, observing his own thick ropes slowly spew outside of you. choso grows curious, using a thumb to swipe some excess of his cum off of your entrance, smearing it against your folds with a weary horny grin before plugging it back in. “my baby’s s-so sloppy.. should pull you close to me ‘n make you taste it.”

[tender-rosiey]

maybe jelly — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: gojo getting jealous? 👁️👁️

you arrive at jujutsu high, as you prepare for your guest lecture. you’ve given these talks before, but this time, something feels a little different—satoru is acting strange.

not that he’s ever normal, but today he seems extra…dramatic.

“you’re going to kill it, babe,” satoru says, draping his arm over your shoulders as you walk toward the classroom. his blindfold hides his eyes, but you can feel the intensity of his gaze, more focused than usual.

“you okay?” you ask, glancing at him with a teasing grin. “you seem a little... off.”

“me? off? never,” he replies, lips pulling into his trademark smirk. “just making sure no one gets too cozy with my brilliant wife. gotta make sure these kids remember you’re taken.”

you roll your eyes playfully, “I think everybody and their mother know that, satoru.”

time passes by, and now, you stand at the front of the lecture hall at jujutsu high, wrapping up your talk.

the students seem genuinely engaged, and one in particular, a young sorcerer named ren, is practically bouncing with enthusiasm, asking follow-up questions.

“and how did you manage to seal that curse without any physical confrontation?” ren asks, his voice brimming with admiration and curiosity.

before you could respond, satoru appears at your side with his usual confidence, his presence instantly commanding attention, “well, she is the wife of the gojo satoru. kinda comes with the territory,” he interjects, flashing his signature grin.

you shoot him an exasperated look, “I’m pretty sure my skills had something to do with it.”

satoru leans in close, nuzzling against your cheek affectionately before pulling back slightly. “oh, of course, sweetheart. you’re amazing, but it doesn’t hurt to be married to the strongest sorcerer around, right?”

ren blinks, clearly caught off guard by the interaction.

he glances between you and satoru, his expression a mix of confusion and awe. “I wasn’t aware you were married,” he mutters, his gaze flickering between you and satoru as if trying to process this new information.

you smile and give satoru a jab into his ribs that he takes like a champ, “yeah, he likes to remind people. it’s kind of his thing.”

satoru, never one to miss an opportunity to make a grand statement, leans down and places a soft kiss on the top of your head.

his arm slips casually around your waist, “just keeping things clear. y'know, in case anyone forgets that I get the honor of calling you mine.”

ren tries to steer the conversation back to his question, “so, about the sealing technique…”

satoru cuts him off again, stepping slightly in front of you with a playful yet firm stance.

“hey, hey, let’s not bombard her with too many questions now. she’s been on her feet alllll day, talking about all the cool stuff she’s done and showing everybody just how badass she is.”

you roll your eyes but can’t suppress a small smile. stepping around him to face ren again, you continue, “ignore him. the technique I used requires focusing on—”

satoru clears his throat dramatically, pulling you back to his side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, eyes boring into the poor boy even through his blindfold.

“you know what I think? I think my lovely wife deserves a break. maybe some alone time with her handsome, strong, and incredibly talented husband?”

you raise an eyebrow at him, your tone teasing. “handsome and humble, I see.”

satoru’s grin widens, and he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I can be both when it comes to you.”

you are about to retort back, but then you remember that ren is still here.

you turn to the boy with a smile and assure him, “anyway, ren, if you want to chat more about techniques, we can catch up later. after my husband gets over himself,” you hiss at the man who raises his hands in surrender.

ren, now visibly flustered and unsure, mumbled, “uh, I’ll… catch up with you later then. thanks for the talk!”

ren dashes out the room, slamming the door behind him. you tap your feet against the ground for a few minutes, before you elbow satoru again.

he stays standing up, chest puffed out and a big grin plastered on his face. you deadpan as you stare at your husband, “you really couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

satoru shrugs nonchalantly, still holding you close. he hums, giving you a kiss on the forehead, “what can I say? I don’t like sharing. besides, you are the wife of the strongest sorcerer; it’s important to make sure that’s clear.”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile helplessly at your husband. your fingers find their way through his hair making him instantly melt. you giggle at your puddle of a husband, “you’re so lucky I love you.”

he tilts his head slightly, his eyes softening as he looks at you. “I love you more, soooooooooooo—”

“oh my god, I get it,” you laugh as you try to push him off. he resists with a whine as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder. you yield and let the silence fill the room.

he hums softly as you both sway mindlessly.

“but y’know,” you pull back slightly, smiling up at him, “you really do like to make an impression.”

he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and mischief, “just doing my part to ensure everyone knows how lucky I am and how lucky they should feel to be in the presence of my extraordinary wife.”

he intertwines your left hands together and raises them slightly, showing off the rings. the sun makes them shine quite brightly, and it makes you sigh with a smile and satoru let out a huff of laughter.

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what if sylus secretly sniffing panties and gets caught 👁️👁️

him sniffing your panties

₊˚⊹ ᰔ ⋆˚✿˖°. ༘⋆𝜗𝜚⊹₊｡ꕤ˚

Sylus had been coming over to your place more often lately. At first, it was under the guise of “hanging out” or “needing a break from work” but you’d started to notice the way his crimson eyes lingered on you a little too long or how his smirk seemed to soften whenever you laughed. Still, he never said anything outright—typical Sylus, always keeping you guessing.

Today was no different. He’d shown up unannounced, leaning casually against your doorframe with that infuriatingly charming grin. “Miss me?” he’d asked, brushing past you before you could even answer. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

After some small talk, you decided to grab him a glass of water. “Make yourself at home” you said, heading to the kitchen. When you returned, you paused at the doorway, a mischievous idea forming in your mind. You’d sneak up on him and catch him off guard for once. Silently, you tiptoed into the room, holding back a laugh.

But what you saw stopped you in your tracks.

Sylus was crouched on the floor, surrounded by a pile of your clothes that had been haphazardly tossed onto a chair earlier. In his hands was one of your panties and he was holding it up to his face, his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply. The sight made your heart skip a beat, and your cheeks instantly burned. You must’ve made a sound—a gasp, a breath, something because his eyes snapped open, and he turned to look at you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, slowly, a sly grin spread across his face. He didn’t even try to hide what he’d been doing. Instead, he tilted his head, his voice low and teasing. “How long are you going to stand there staring at me, hm?”

You froze, your face growing even hotter. “I—I wasn’t staring!” you stammered, clutching the glass of water like a lifeline.

Sylus stood up gracefully, still holding your underwear . He took a step closer, his smirk widening. “Oh? Then what would you call it? Admiring the view?” He gestured to himself with mock modesty and you couldn’t help but laugh despite your embarrassment.

“You’re impossible” you muttered, setting the glass down on the nearest surface.

He closed the distance between you, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “and yet, here you are, letting me into your home again and again. Almost like you enjoy my company.” He held up the pantie, his grin turning devilish. “Or maybe you just like leaving your scent everywhere for me to find.”

You swatted at him but he caught your wrist effortlessly, pulling you closer. His crimson eyes sparkled with amusement and you could feel the warmth of his breath as he leaned in. “Admit it” he murmured. “You like having me around.”

You opened your mouth to protest but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you found yourself smiling, your heart racing as his teasing gaze held yours. “Maybe I do” you admitted softly.

Sylus’s smirk softened into something almost tender. “Good” he said, releasing your wrist but staying close.

[toxycodone]

hey so what if. curly thought that his favourite crewmate was at least a little experienced and then found out that they actually haven't even kissed before. like maybe if he overheard daisuke making fun of them for it. what then 👁️

ship. captain grant mccurley x reader

content. power imbalance, curly calls you kiddo but you aren’t his kid

“You’ve really never kissed anyone before?”

This was not the type of late night conversation you expected to be having with your fucking boss, but alas, the stars aligned and hexed you stupid, it seems. Curly’s blue eyes practically glow despite the dim lighting in the common room, peering at you with gentle amusement.

You shift in your seat. Suddenly the couch isn’t comfortable anymore.

“No…being on hauls back to back doesn’t give me much time to date and stuff…”

You answer, scrambling for any sort of excuse. It’s genuinely embarrassing. Why has someone your age never kissed anyone yet? Ridiculous. Now Curly probably really thinks you’re some fucking kid.

“I know, it’s weird. Daisuke already made fun of me enough, so please…just drop it.”

The blonde chuckles—deep and gravely as it rolls in his chest. He’s an insomniac, but he still gets that sexy ‘just woke up’ tone this late in the evening.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. It’s cute, really. Someone your age still being so pure…that’s rare.”

That familiar feeling of heat starts to burn your cheeks. Oh God. It’s not just from embarrassment anymore. Curly finding it cute…it makes you wanna explode.

“Seriously? You don’t think I’m, like, weird?”

Of course he wouldn’t. Curly’s your captain. Confidant. Friend. At least that’s what he’s made himself out to be. This pseudo-fatherly figure that you can always rely on. The one that’s there for you. Takes care of you.

He shakes his head.

“Not at all.”

His hand’s on your knee.

“Were you waiting for someone special? I mean, a first kiss is a big milestone,”

It’s moving up your thigh. You don’t question it. It’s Curly. He can touch you like this. He doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s comforting you.

You consider his question. Were you waiting for someone special? Or had you been so consumed in work you just never had the time to grow outside of pursuing your career? It’s probably a mix of both. Curly’s been at this job for over a decade, yet he’s definitely managed to kiss a plethora of people. And with a body like that, you bet he even has quite a few notches on his bedpost too.

Would he want to add another?

That thought’s admonished when he gives the fat of your thigh a squeeze. You swallow, but your throat’s dry.

“I mean…I guess.” His gaze pierces through you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The boring screen full of stars is now quite interesting.

“I just, I don’t know, I—“

“I can show you how to kiss.” It’s offered as casually as a handshake. “So you know what to do when you find the right one.”

This isn’t something a captain should offer his subordinate. Nevertheless, one that affectionately refers to you as kiddo. You’ve called him dad before, either on accident or on purpose—that you aren’t sure. There’s layers of nuance to this situation that makes it inherently wrong. But it’s dangled in front of you like a treat.

“Really…?”

Obedient as ever, you take it despite the risks.

Aren’t you well trained?

But what else is he for? If not to teach you, his favorite crewmate, his sweet little kiddo, everything they need to know to succeed?

“Of course.” The hint of Southern drawl in his sultry tone is enough to rid your inhibitions. You’re drawn to the soft, pink curve of his lip as he leans forward. Your chin’s gently cradled by his index finger and thumb, the callouses on them now hyperaware to your senses.

“It’s easy.” His eyes lock on yours. “You just close your eyes, then pucker your lips.”

You try to follow these instructions, prompting a laugh from Curly.

“Cute. But try to relax, okay?”

It’s hard. You feel his breath on your lips, and it makes you shake like a leaf. He’s so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

Curly’s lips touch yours. It’s soft. For such a large, imposing man, the kiss is chaste and sweet. There’s so much care put into the gesture, a testament to Curly’s personality. A shock runs through you, but you find yourself easing into the kiss and relaxing.

His other hand, the one not perched on your thigh and kneading the flesh, moves to cradle the back of your head. This feels like a fantasy. How you’d imagine a leading man would kiss the object of his desire. So much passion exists in such a tiny gesture, your heart feels like it’s going to pop in your chest.

And then, it’s over. When his body moves from yours, you still feel in a daze. Your heavy eyelids open slowly to be met with Curly’s half-lidded ones. He’s close enough you could count his golden lashes if you wanted.

“See? Nothin’ to it, right?”

Curly’s beaming. And even more obnoxiously, the simulated moonlight is highlighting his masculine features in all the right areas. You’re starting to feel dizzy.

Curly’s thumb graces your bottom lip.

“With a little more practice, you’re sure to be a natural.”

How could you say no?

[felassan]

Thoughts on the IGN DA:TV 22 min gameplay - Lighthouse portion

this post is under a cut due to what some peeps may consider spoilers, and length.

This prev post was just some text-based info that I wrote down, mostly based on what was said in the commentary. this post is more of a looking at the visuals with a fine-toothed comb and a bit of theory/speculation stuff mixed in kinda deal. :)

The Lighthouse' Meditation Chamber. It has a comfortable-looking sofa on which to sit or lay down while you ponder and gaze at this fish tank. Back in the day, this would have been Solas' meditation chamber, right? maybe we can go here to commune with Solas via the Solas-Rook connection (whatever it is)? the fish tank gives me fond memories of the Normandy. :') can we collect different fish? do we have to feed them? are they real fish? Fade fish? wisps that are in the form/shape of fish? are they edible? can we eat them? can I swim in there? what would they taste like? I feel like Kargesh, the krogan from Mass Effect who wants to taste the fish from the Presidium lakes 💀 in this room, the light and shadow of the water moving on the ceiling is beautiful. I wonder where Rook's room is?

Top left: quest title referencing the phrase "After the storm". since this gameplay video is set after the siege of Weisshaupt and shows Grey Wardens lamenting what happened there, could the 'storm' here be what happened at Weisshaupt? Bottom left: collectable Codex entry, a tool-tip of some kind or does Rook have new mail? Center: pattern of ancient elven triangles on the wall, arranged like a sun. Right: this looks like a wardrobe. Maybe this is where Rook can change their casual wear? the Inquisitor had a Wardrobe in their quarters. maybe the Meditation Room is also Rook's quarters?

The Lighthouse Library. The seating area on the ground floor is the place we saw the companions gathered together in this group shot. the Lighthouse needs to manifest 4 more seats round the central table for the others hh (Lucanis, Bellara, Rook, Varric). The table has an icon on the mini-map, so it probably has some kind of interactable function. gather the companions? look at the world map?

What have we here, floating in the Library? 👁️ this looks ancient elven, magic, triangle-y and very important. It's not dissimilar to the one floating in Bellara's room, or to this place. The Lighthouse's power source? A strange map? Something that protects the Lighthouse from outside incursion or prying eyes? A model of the Veil and the different worlds? Could this become less broken-looking in terms of the outside 'rock' layer over time, or could more of the triangles light up blue over time as the story and look of the Lighthouse progresses? Does it have something to do with the Lyrium dagger? (the blue and gold color scheme reminds me of the dagger.) Is it connected to the rotating glowing roof of the tower of this part of the Lighthouse, which you can see later on when Rook goes outside into the Courtyard and looks up? I get the impression that the roof spins if this spins.

Left: something which resembles Elgar'nan's headpiece shape in the Lighthouse Library Center left: in the Library, there are books floating suspended in the air and floating upside down bookcases, arrayed around the magical artifact in the center Center right: there is one of these on either side of the Library entrance. they look like places where there were once frescoes or paintings, like what's left is very faded paint. I wonder if these restore overtime or can be restored over time? it reminds me a bit of the Skyhold mosaics. if these walls did hold paintings, I feel like it would have been Solas who painted them. Right: A floating book above a sidetable, from back in the Meditation Chamber

Next we progress into the Lighthouse Courtyard. Could the fragmented Courtyard become less fragmented and a bit more contiguous as the Lighthouse becomes less disrupted? Game Informer's cover story noted that since the Lighthouse is in the Fade, a realm of dreams that responds to your worldstate and emotion, the Lighthouse reflects the chaos and disrepair of Thedas. since the things in it can change, maybe as Rook completes more of the story and helps more of the world it will look less chaotic over time, including the fragmented Courtyard?

Some of the floating chunks have tree roots protruding from the bottoms

What happens to someone if they fall off the edge of a floating courtyard fragment in the Fade hh?

Left: big dog 👍 Veilfire glows in the scone on his chest Top center: this symbol was on the minimap, in front of the Fen'Harel statue. I think it's this one (left), which we saw in the high-level warrior combat gameplay video. it's some sort of collectable in the sort of way that gold/coin is. I guess this is where we go to use or spend this thing perhaps, whatever they are? maybe it's for Lighthouse upgrades? maybe it's what we spend at or trade to the mysterious "enchanter" who helps us with crafting at the Lighthouse? Bottom center: This is the head-shape of Mythal on the exterior of the Lighthouse Library building, like this statue in DA:I Right: the orangey-leaf trees, an ancient elven spaces classic :)

When Rook approaches Davrin's room, the minimap location title changes to "Guesthouse". That's cute 🥺 Is every companion space called a Guesthouse or is that just the name of Davrin's? Or just the name of the area Davrin's is in?

Left: What the glowing 'come talk to me pls 🥺' lamps look like. Some of the room-buildings, like Harding's, have two lamps outside of them though not just one like Davrin 🤔 Center: Rook carries the Lyrium dagger in their casualwear pocket when in the Lighthouse Right x2: Two lil chimneys puffing away, how cute!! Maybe one is the one for the kitchen where the cooking takes place, and one is connected to Taash's room? Taash's room has fires in it that could be forges.

Left: The dev narration tells us that this companion home is Harding's, and it makes sense - there's roots/vines growing up to or down from the ceiling, and the roof has the appearance of glass, like a greenhouse. Perfect for growing things and letting in the sun. There might not be any literal sunlight in the Lighthouse, but as the rooms shape themselves according to the companions, it's just all about Harding and what suits her. Right: I think this is Neve's room. Compare the windows on the front to the windows on the sides in the screenshot of Neve's interior. (same pattern & placement, in a row of 3)

As we can see from when Rook enters there, opposite Neve lives Davrin.

Left: Who lives here? this is next-door to Davrin. Right: And who lives here? this is opposite Harding.

^ the dev commentary at this point mentions Bellara's home at the same time as pointing out Neve's, but I'm not sure which of these two is hers. and this makes 5 homes, I wonder where the other two rooms are? perhaps attached to the main building which holds the Library? btw, how cute is it that the found family basically have their own cozy lil family neighborhood in a pocket dimension? 🥺

At the top of this tower it looks like a lil balcony no? potentially with a door leading out to it? maybe this is the balcony from Rook's room?

This Rook's casual wear has bare feet and triangles on it. Maybe this Rook was a Veil Jumper? I know the Veil Jumpers wear boots or shoes in the field, but this is casual wear. Veil Jumpers also seem quite orange in their color palette.

💜💜

💜💜 I LOVE

Rook standing next to Davrin here gives an idea of how tall it's possible for qunari Rook to be.

There was some debate over whether this room was Davrin's or Taash's. this vid confirms it as Davrin's. (some thoughts on how it reflects Davrin here). in that post I wondered what the green things were - here we can see that they're hanging corked jugs filled with.. sand? :D also interesting to note is that at this point in the storyline, Davrin's room lacks the big monster skull hung over the fireplace in the screenshot. however, it still has the other monster stuff - the skull on the other wall, the spine hanging from the ceiling, the 'horn chandelier' thing. hear me out. what if.. the skull that eventually goes above the fireplace is the skull of the Gloom Howler..? 👁️ if it was your nemesis, and you finaaally felled it, you'd put it in pride of place as your prize, above your fireplace.

Left: in the post about Davrin's room I wondered if the things on the floor in front of the fire next to the armchair were a rug and chew or bone for Assan, and here we can see that is the case. ^^ Right: I think this here in this side alcove is Davrin's bedroll. makes sense that it's tucked out of sight there - it's not visible in the perspective that the screenshot of his room was taken from, so I was wondering where it was.

On the left as Rook exit's Davrin's, we can see what looks like more wooden carvings that he's been working on, like this ogre.

In the Davrin and Assan portion, Davrin and Assan both look so good. I was really happy to see a Davrin focus in this video and Assan is so cute, with adorable animations, sounds and rigging. Assan stretches like a cat before getting up when Rook comes in.. the tail swishes, the ear crooking, the ear twitching.. 🥺 when Rook comes in, it looks like Davrin is warming his hands up by the fire - how do you think the physics of things like temperature work somewhere magical like the Lighthouse? 🤔

I love the purple sparkle effect around gaining approval. :D when hovering over a dialogue line, the wheel sparkles, and when you choose one, it spins. and Rook's name is in purple in the subtitles. its cute!

The Quest Acquired pop-up.

Another quest, this one called "The Price of the Past". A Davrin-associated quest? Davrin's past, or something the Grey Wardens did historically, like what happened to the griffons..?

The purple mist in the dialogue wheel moves and billows, I think that's a cool touch. :)

🥺🥺..

Rook then heads back into the Library.

Top left: two more highlighted interactable scrolls Bottom left: this mini-map icon looks like Varric. :) the dev narration mentions that this video takes place well into the game, and that Hossberg is a later game area. if it's Varric, this means that at this point in time, Varric is still alive and based in the Lighthouse with the rest of the crew, that he doesn't die in the prologue. I feel like this isn't really a surprise as the 'death' flags (at that specific point) in the prologue were a lil.. I dunno how to phrase it, it would have been too telegraphed if that was when? and also if his death is to happen at some point in the game, it will have more of an impact if Rook and new players actually have had a chance to spend time with Varric beforehand. yet, it's somehow still a big relief. :D it's like destroying Bianca was retiring him from active field duty. however, I do feel that he's still at risk and might die later in the game. 😭 just that the moment wasn't the prologue.. 😭 that he's not death-flag free, just that the prologue wasn't the time. btw, if Varric is living in the Lighthouse too I hope he has his own lil area too, at least somewhere to sleep etc. Right: this circle is on one side of the Library walls. it could just be a design on the wall, as it's solid and doesn't go anywhere, and it doesn't look like it goes anywhere at that point on the mini-map either, but idk, the circle has the appearance to me of an entryway and on the outside it has gold with blue triangles like the floating artifact in the Library air. maybe this is a dead end for now, but becomes an opened up/unlocked part of the Lighthouse later?

I wonder what's up the corridor past Varric? there are a few other corridors/places we could see on the Lighthouse minimap but didn't explore in this video, I'm so curious to explore it all :)

Lastly we have the Eluvian Room. this eluvian takes you to the Crossroads, and it's the eluvian we see at timestamp 1:00 in the release date reveal trailer. it sounds like the dev narration calls it the "Vir Revas", which could translate as "Way/Path of Freedom". it's fitting - one lens of Solas' rebellion is Solas as a noble freedom fighter. and it makes sense, an eluvian is a portal that takes you somewhere. on the right is a pretty floating elfy thing.

Eluvian pop-up info, including percentage of the map discovered, how many of the (I assume) treasures you have discovered, and how many (I assume) of the bosses you have killed. Is the symbol at the very top the symbol of the Crossroads? I also love the language of "A path has emerged from the mists of the Fade that leads to a gathering point where all eluvians meet - the Crossroads." it's pretty.

Close-up of one of the magic-gizmos that makes the Lighthouse eluvian work. it's a purple pentagon and inside it it has a pointy shaped thing floating and rotating. these look like the magic-gizmo Bellara is seen interfacing with in the release date reveal trailer, pictured below for reference. (also a purple hexagon with the pointy thing floating in it).

General thoughts/speculation on commentary & such:

I think it's hard to know what qunari Rooks can look like til we see CC itself. ^^

"Willingly or unwillingly" - it sounds like you can agree to take charge of the Lighthouse from Solas after the ritual interference goes awry, and if you don't you end up getting it anyways.

Being able to inhabit, explore and shape the space Solas lived in millennia ago when he first fomented his rebellion against the gods is a dream come true, like I wanna yell. it's so crazy (in a good way) and cool/surreal to think this is the case. I'm soo curious to get in there and rifle around. Rook is the one who leads the band of people living in the Lighthouse now, Rook is the one who wields the Lyrium dagger, Solas sees himself in Rook. Rook is potentially on a path towards inheriting the Dread Wolf mantle as well (that could also be willingly or unwillingly..)

'It shapes itself around your personality' - I wonder if some of the changes in the Lighthouse reflect Rook's world choices and their personality (like dominant dialogue tone) or something?

The glowing companion 'talk to me' lamps is a nice quality of life feature.

Considering that the spaces shape themselves around the companions, I wonder about Lucanis' room. 🥺 maybe he feels safer in a dark open space with nowhere to hide in it so nobody could sneak up on him in there? maybe it's an ingrained tendency owing to the harsh upbringing he had growing up, often going without necessities? maybe he's simply extremely practical and pragmatic, or it's to do with his relationship/history with food and cooking that makes him want to be in the storehouse? maybe this sort of space is familiar, or his room screenshot was taken earlier on in the game before his arc progressed much?

A secret Warden base where people have no idea what goes on there.. this never ends well hh, the Wardens in these sorts of places are always up to something untoward or extreme in the pursuit of their goals of stopping / defending from the Blights. nervous sweating. I wonder what revelations await us there!!

I wonder what could the Gloom Howler be? its name reminds me of the Sandy Howler from DA:I, which was a dragon. if the skull that gets put above Davrin's fireplace is of the Gloom Howler, what clues can we get about the type of entity it is from the shape of the skull? Stalking Wardens and kidnapping griffons implies that whatever it is, this entity has a level of sentience and has plans of a sort, it isn't a mindless beast. what could it possibly want with the griffons? And I wonder when this creature became Davrin's nemesis? Is he a monster hunter because of it? Or was he a monster hunter before it? Also, how does one get mail in the Lighthouse :D

"What's left of the Wardens" implies that the Wardens faced great losses at the siege of Weisshaupt. I wonder, did the First Warden make it? where are they?

Davrin preferring Direct dialogues and approaches makes me curious to find out ingame what the preferences of the other companions are.

Davrin's voice is amazing.

"Turlum", the name for the bond between Wardens and griffons (presumably the one they ride, when the griffon is an adult) moving in unity as one is new lore I think. I wonder what language/culture the word originates from? how does one forge this bond? I can't help but think of Tsaheylu from Blue Avatar dhdjfej

On the gods assaulting the Crossroads.. to take control of the network to assist in their plans for the world? (Briala saw the network's potential of the Crossroads' functional back in the day, for totally different plans tho ofc) you could spread your darkspawn armies all over the world more easily by sending them through the Crossroads. like the Deep Roads, but cubed. or simply to wrest control of it from Rook and the team because they know they are the only ones that can stop them and that that's where they're holed up? and what stops the assaulting enemies from entering the Lighthouse eluvian from the Crossroads? Is it something to do with the dagger, or Solas' own power?

[source]

[crackedpumpkin]

1. GO TO SLEEP I SEE YOU 👁️

2. remember how i said i was gonna request… i forgot and finished my crochet. its a bag now, my brain was too big for the “beanie”

3. THE REQUEST. ITS PINNED IN OUT DMS BUT I’LL COPY PASTE IT HERE AS INSPO AND REFERENCE

y/n knows the guys and casey made a bet that he could get a partner faster then raph (pre mona) and hes (casey) is like ‘fake date me to win a bet, i’ll split the money with you’ but raph made the bet so casey could (FINALLY) get with y/n

and then you added something but i’ll leave that for you to write in, IF IT IS THE PATH YOU CHOOSE TO TRED DOWN.

ok well, thanks, rhonda says goodnight, I SAY GOODNIGHT.

NOW GO TO SLEEP >:(

a/n: Stinky boi for a stinky bitch /jk /love you

also, the way i legit went to bed after seeing No.1 LMAO <333 Also, I've already said this but I'm incredibly proud of you for finishing the pouch :DDDDD it looks gorgeous, sweaty <3

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“How you doin', sweetheart?” 

You turn with a roll of your eyes, already fed up with the familiar voice of Casey Jones constantly teasing you. If not for the slight glimmer of affection you felt for him, you’d have pummelled him to the ground by now.

The cocky boy leans against your locker with a casual grin, holding his hockey stick in one hand while the other props him up. You raise a brow, leaning against the cold metal of your locker door. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask sarcastically, scanning his usual bruised arms and scattered bandaids that litter his face. He clears his throat, eyes darting around to see if anyone else is close enough to hear.

“So, you know that bet Raph and I made a while back?” 

“Uh huh,” You reply dubiously, already not liking how this conversation is going. Casey nibbles on his bottom lip in thought, conflicting emotions on his face as he decides whether or not to tell you what’s on his mind.

“Spit it out, Jones.” You sigh, crossing your arms.

“Well, I was thinking. It’s kinda reaching the end of the deadline for that bet, and maybe we could, like, fake date or something? Just to get the money from Raph. I’ll split it with you, of course!” He offers.

You’re taken aback, eyes wide as you slam shut your locker door. “What?” The disbelief in your voice is apparent, the forceful shut of your locker door causing the others next to it to rattle. Casey loses his balance, almost falling if not steadying himself in time. 

“Wait, y/n! I’m serious!” He cries out, grabbing your wrist tightly. You flinch, ripping it out of his grasp with a doubtful stare. He begins walking alongside you, trying his best to convince you with honey-coated words.

“Look, it’s a serious amount of money. He bet fifty bucks! Imagine the looks on their faces when we show up together. Raph would freak!” He points out, noticing the ghost of a smile on your lips. He tries harder, knowing that you’d fall for his bait. Hook, line, and sinker.

“Plus, you could get back at them for making fun of that date.”

You pause, your footsteps slowing to a halt. That did sound rather appealing. Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just a fake relationship, and you’d score an easy twenty-five bucks on the side. 

You sigh, shoulders sagging in defeat as you nod with a weary smile. “Fine.”

— — — — — — — — —

“Okay, we gotta make this believable.” 

You eye his hand with thinly veiled reluctance, only to accept it and walk into the lair with your best lovey-dovey act. Casey all but drags you to Raph, and you can barely disguise your eye roll as batting your lashes at your fake boyfriend. 

Could this boy be any more obvious?

Raph lets out a low whistle when he spots your entwined hands. You look straight at him with a confident gaze, raising a brow as you silently challenge him to say anything.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, closing his comic book. 

“When did this- How did this- Don’t you two hate each other??” Donnie gestures to your linked hands with a baffled expression. Maybe he’s just seeing things. He rubs his eyes, blinking rapidly as he processes that what he sees is real.

Okay, so maybe he’s not seeing things.

Even still, this is you and Casey. The both of you that’re constantly at each other’s throats fighting every other day, while the days you don’t are thin ice. 

“I don’t believe you.” Leo crosses his arms with a smug smile, waiting for the both of you to admit that it’s all just a prank.

“I dunno, guys, sweetheart and I here are tight! She asked me out first, too.” Casey tugs you closer with your linked hands, his free hand propped on his hip as if daring them to challenge his clearly believable story. 

“Then prove it. Kiss her, or are you two, not a couple? As in, a couple of liars.” Raph snickers, Mikey chuckling at the pun.

You’re taken aback by Raph’s taunt, eyes darting between Jones and Raph. Your hand starts to grow clammy, and you want to rip it away from Casey’s gentle grip. However, his fingers squeeze your hand in an assured gesture as if he’s saying, It’s Okay.

“Well, get ready to eat your words.”

“Wait-”

Before you can finish your protest, Casey’s lips are on yours. They move against your frozen ones with such tenderness, and you’re too stunned to speak. However, your wide eyes slowly close the longer he kisses you, his fingers threading through your hair and leaving a trail of fire across the skin of your neck. 

Your eyes slowly slide shut, starting to kiss back though every fibre in your being screams otherwise. Your hands are on his shoulders, moving closer and linking them behind his neck. 

Casey's lips are warm, tugged up into that cocky smile of his you hate so desperately. You hate how you knew every trace of his skin, his stupid face seared into your memory. Even now, he’s probably not taking this seriously.

He’s so annoying, you think, automatically frowning slightly as he pulls away. You’re panting softly, watching his glazed eyes struggle to register your pink lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your gaze flickering from his dazed eyes down to his lips.

It’s almost instinct, the way you tug him back in for another kiss with a renewed ferocity that rivals your hatred for the overconfident, carefree boy. He’s surprised, words dying in his chest as you squeeze your eyes shut. He can’t help but smile at your cute bravery, holding you a little closer than before.

Maybe a little longer, too.

Whoops and cheers snap you out of whatever had possessed you, pulling away with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. You’re breathless, lips swollen before your cheeks bloom with a bright red that rivals Raph’s mask, realizing that you have essentially just made out with your fake boyfriend in front of a crowd. 

Leo has his hands over his eyes, Donnie shielding his and Mikey’s vision from being permanently scarred. On the other hand, Raph eyes you both with an equally disgusted yet impressed gaze. If he had caught on to Casey’s and your ruse, he certainly didn’t show it.

He pulls out a fifty from the pages of his comic book, handing it to Casey, who accepts with a smirk, your eyes automatically following his plump lips from when you had practically sucked each other’s faces off. 

You’re mortified.

You all but rip your hand out of Casey’s, clearing your throat and rubbing your arms. “I gotta go study at home,” You lie, plastering a fake smile on your face. Raph just shrugs, everyone else groaning and encouraging you to leave. 

Casey watches you go with a hint of forlorn in his eyes and heads to the dojo, only to be stopped by Raph’s hand on his chest. “Go after her, stupid.” The turtle scoffs, pushing Casey toward the direction that you’ve just left.

“Wha-”

“You’re a bad actor. And so is she. The kiss wasn’t fake, dummy. I know that much. Now go, and since I’m so nice, I’ll let you keep the fifty for your first date.” 

Casey glances down at the fifty dollar note in his hands, crumpling it and pressing it against Raph’s plastron before turning and running in the direction you’ve just left in.

It’s a while before you hear the footsteps splashing in the cold tunnels, hesitating. You turn your head to see Casey approaching you, heart doing a funny flip in your chest. You grit your teeth, shaking your head. 

No. This isn’t happening. This definitely isn’t happening.

“It was just a bet, Casey.”

“Yeah, I-I mean, no! Not anymore…” He rubs the back of his neck, barely able to look you in the eyes. 

“That’s all it was,” You deny, stepping back from him. He takes another step forward, the both of you caught in a cat-and-mouse game with him gradually cornering you. Your back hits the wall, breath hitching in your chest when he’s right in front of you. 

You can’t look up; you don’t dare meet his gaze. Your hair falls around you, acting as a shield for you to hide behind. However, coarse fingers cup your chin, lifting it up so that you’re now looking straight at him. 

Your cheeks are dusted with pink, eyes stinging with unshed tears. 

Casey wants to kiss you again. Instead, he takes a deep breath, his voice low as he admits what’s on his mind.

“It’s not a bet anymore.

Not to me.”

[thiccpettybitch]

🕸 Bitter Sweet - Ch. 5 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader 🕸

WARNING: SA, NonCon, Graphic description of violence, language and sexual themes.

Part 6

This chapter has a few sensitive scenes so read at your own discretion and keep yourself and your mental health safe.

 OR I’LL FKN COME OVER THERE! 👁️👄👁️

When I say you have no idea believe me, you have no ideaaaaa how many times I have gone over and edited this chapter. It’s a longer one kind of a two in one. Can you tell I love writing dialogue? I am trying to really establish relationships outside of the pairing and hope ya’ll are liking your aunt and uncle ❤️

The next day, you made the decision to sleep in, not rising from bed until around noon. Once you finally did get up you threw on something casual, and headed downstairs to get some breakfast and try to reason with your aunt and uncle. Afte what had happened there was no way they were thrilled about you going out to a party, let alone staying out all night. They were reasonable people though, you were sure they would understand, right?

‘’Absolutely not!’’ Your uncle said as he flipped to the next page in the newspaper he was reading.

‘’I wouldn’t be going alone; I would be there with Gwen and two other people. We are going as a group! And afterwards i’m sleeping over at Gwens. She will literally never leave my side’’ You whined while buttering up some fresh toast.

‘’Two, boys?’’ You went quiet trying to think of a response that would work in your favor.

‘’I mean… okay-- yes, but—‘’

Your uncle briefly glanced up from the newspaper, catching sight of the adorable puppy eyes you were giving him. Unamused by your expression, he raised the newspaper, intentionally concealing your face from his view.

"No way, we don't know these boys!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with concern.

‘’They’re from school, I know them. They’re my friends’’ You protested.

As you turned around, your hopeful eyes met those of your aunt. You wordlessly mouthed the plea "please..." and locked your gaze with hers. She looked at you with a mixture of tenderness and understanding before letting out a sigh.

‘’Ben…’’ Your aunt began, ‘’She did help out around here a lot this summer. She’s been keeping good grades and hasn’t missed any homework. Maybe…’’ She trailed off, leaving the words hanging in the air.

"Oh no, you're not against me on this too, are you?" Ben's voice tinged with concern, as he turned his attention to your aunt. "Maybelle, you know why I'm saying this. I just want her to be safe!" Your aunt nodded her head in agreement and walked over to your uncle. She placed a loving hand on his shoulder.

‘’So do i Ben but she is a good kid.’’ your aunt responded, her voice filled with compassion and understanding. "She deserves to have some fun. Y/n is almost an adult, and she has proven herself to be responsible. She's a good and honest kid, and I trust that she won't wait until the last minute to ask for permission ever again, Will she?’’ Your aunt glanced up at you, her eyebrow raised in a daring question.

You shook your head feverously, glancing between the two of them with a wide innocent smile.

You watched your uncle sighed, his shoulders slumping. He folded the newspaper and placed it down on the kitchen table, looking up at you.

YES!

"You keep your phone on you at all times, and you call us when you make it back to Gwen's," your uncle declared, his gaze fixed upon you with a stern look that conveyed the gravity of his expectations. The unspoken message was clear: there would be consequences if you failed to uphold your end of the deal.

‘’I will, I will! I promise!’’ You cheered.

Your uncle sighed again as he reached for a piece of toast, only for you to quickly snatch it from him and bite in to it. He looked up at you shocked, his mouth agape before turning to your aunt. ‘’Did you see that?! She has some nerve! She gets that from your side of the family,’’ he grumbled, a faint smile on his face.

"Oh, I don't know, is that the same nerve you have? Calling me by my full name, Mister Benjamin Franklin," With her hands on her hips, your aunt stood tall, staring down at your uncle with a stern yet loving gaze. He glanced over at you, this time with pleading eyes of his own. You slowly raised your hands, a piece of toast hanging from your mouth, you began to back out of the kitchen, carefully navigating your way out of the crossfire, toast still in tow.

The remaining part of the day was dedicated to tidying up your room, ensuring that there were no pending homework assignments, and meticulously styling your hair while also picking out an outfit. You ended up calling Gwen, seeking her opinion on several dresses, before ultimately decided on a stunning ruched mini dress.

Giving yourself a quick spin in front of the mirror, you couldn't help but admit that the color of the dress complemented your skin tone perfectly. You looked really good!

As you rummaged through your jewelry box, using your finger to shuffle things around, you made a mental note to properly sort through it when you had the time. Grabbing a pair of earrings, you confidently placed one in your ear. However, as you reached to put on the other earring, you suddenly froze, your hand suspended in front of your face.

You stared at the bracelet on your hand, a small scowl forming on your face. You quickly finished putting on the other earring and made your way to the jewelry box, staring down at your hand you mumbled something to yourself in frustration before finally making up your mind.

You grabbed onto the bracelet and began pulling it off, ignoring the red mark that was forming on your wrist. Once you got it off, you dropped it in the box with a huff. Examining your now bare wrist, you noticed a small tan line, not prominent enough to feel the need to cover it up, but enough to be an unwelcome reminder. Casting one last glance at the bracelet, a surge of emotion washed over you and you slammed the jewelry box shut, sealing away both the bracelet and the memory it held.

Your aunt called out to you from downstairs reminding you that it was time to get going. You snatched a pair of sneakers from under your bed, deciding to save yourself from the pain of a twisted ankle. Making your way down the stairs, excitement written all over your face and your sleepover bag slung over your shoulder.

‘’You’re not wearing your dress?’’ she asked as she picked up a lock of your hair, admiring it with a smile.

‘’No, it’s in my bag, I’m gonna get changed at Gwens just in case’’ you chirped. Truth be told you were excited; it had been forever since you had last been to a party. The thought of socializing, dancing a bit, and perhaps indulging in a drink or two~ filled you with giddiness and excitement. Above all, you were simply looking forward to enjoying yourself to the fullest.

"Okay, well, do you have a change of clothes?" You nodded.

‘’Your phone and charger just in case?’’ you aunt asked making you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face.

‘’Aunt May…’’ You began as you made your way towards the door. Your aunt jogged after you and called out in a hushed tone.

‘’What about protection?’’

You hit the brakes so hard your head flung forward, accidentally smacking your own forehead against the doorway of the kitchen. Suppressing a laugh, your aunt swiftly brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes sparkling with amusement. With a mischievous smile, she approached you, clutching a small box in her other hand. You rubbed at your forehead as you turned to look at her.

‘’Aunt May!’’ you hissed, your eyes darting over to your uncle sitting in the living room watching the news, clearly engrossed.

‘’I know I know, but it is always better to have something and not need it, rather than need something and not have it!’’ she insisted.

Your face turned a bright red. ‘’I won’t need it! I don’t—I won’t—‘’ you stammered.

"You really shouldn't, but here, take it anyways.’’ She held the box out towards you with a mischievous smile.

You wanted to drop dead on the spot. However, you managed to gather yourself and hastily snatched the box from her, stuffing it into your backpack. Your aunt smiled affectionately and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, just as your uncle joined you. His timing; impeccable!  

‘’Alright well… I’m off!’’ You said, the embarrassment still lingering.

Your aunt took a step back and nodded as she placed a hand on your uncles arm. They stood there watching you with loving eyes and kind smiles. You paused, turned back around, and embraced them both in a heartfelt hug. They returned the hug, holding you tightly for a moment before gently releasing you.

‘’Be safe! Make sure you go straight, to and from, Gwens house. Oh! and don’t talk to any strangers on your way there!’’ Your aunt said as you headed towards the door.

‘’I won’t’’ You promised.

‘’And if you see anything bad you—‘’ Your uncle began.

‘’I will turn around and head the opposite way, i know.’’ Your uncle grumbled something under his breath but ultimately left it at that. He held on to your aunts hand as you made it through the door.

‘’Oh! And drink moderately!’’ You aunt called out.

‘’Drinking?! No one said anything about drinking! You knew about drinking?’’ Your uncle began, rambling. You darted out the door and waved to them as you jogged out of there.

‘’Will do, love you guys!’’ You heard a faint ‘’you too…’’ as you walked away from the house.

 ____

Leaning back slightly on the heels of your feet, you casually knocked on the door in front of you. A faint sound of shuffling reached your ears from behind the door, and moments later, Gwen's father swung it open, revealing a warm smile on his face. He looked down at you and stepped aside, inviting you inside. As he closed the door, his eyes scanned you up and down, a fond smile forming on his lips. Commenting on how tall you had gotten he held out his arms and gave you a big bear hug.

"Damn, you've grown, kiddo! Are those some gray hairs I'm seeing?" he teased, his hand poised to ruffle your hair. However, you swiftly dodged out of the way, anticipating his playful gesture. After a life time of him treating you as his own daughter, you had gotten used to it.

"Pfft! I dig the crow's feet, they really complement the graying hair and the whole 'retirement home' outfit you've got going on," you retorted with a mischievous grin. Gwens father playfully placed his hands on his hips and looked away, shaking his head while smiling.

"Little punk..." he said affectionately. "Gwen's in her room. Off you go before you have me crying into my pillow at night," he joked, prompting both of you to burst into laughter, enjoying the playful banter.

As you entered Gwen's room, you were taken aback by the unexpected messiness. Clothes everywhere, and Gwen in the midst of rummaging through her closet, tossing one garment after another onto her bed. The frustration evident on her face, she eventually let out a frustrated groan before plopping down on her bed, defeated.

‘’Woah. I’m guessing you haven’t picked what to wear yet?’’ You say with a sheepish smile. You dropped your bag on the floor, by the door as you stepped inside and sat down next to her.

She sighed and greeted you with a tired smile, ‘’What gave it away?‘’ she asked sarcastically and you scoffed loudly. ‘’Maybe we should call the whole thing off…’’ She said frowning.

‘’I did not have to endure my aunt handing me a box of emergency condoms for us to not go’’ You said with an awkward smile on your face. Gwen looked up at you shocked and you both burst out laughing. She bumped in to you, her way of saying thanks for lightening the mood.

Gwen spent the next forty minutes trying different outfits while you put your makeup on and made sure your hair still looked good. ‘’What about green?’’ She asked holding up a pair of shorts.

‘’You look fine in green but those shorts aren’t really giving me the party vibe.’’ She silently nodded and hung them back inside her closet.

‘’What about…. Red and blue?’’ she asked holding up a jumpsuit.

‘’I don’t know… I always kind of envisioned you in more white and pink colors if you were gonna wear one of those suits’’ you casually responded, wiping some mascara from under your eye.

She let out a groan and tossed the outfit on the bed narrowly avoiding your head. ‘’It’s impossible! Since when do I struggle picking out an outfit?!’’

‘’Well actually…’’ you began awkwardly getting up and joining her. ‘’I wasn’t going to say anything but since you brought it up, could it be that you’re over thinking it?’’ You asked looking at her.

‘’Over thinking?’’ She said, awkwardly folding some hair behind her ear. ‘’Over thinking about what? Why would I be overthinking?’’

‘’You are overthinking this! You never have any issues picking out clothes. Could it be because of, you know…’’ You began and Gwen turned away from you as you spoke.

‘’I know…’’

"Because of Miles.’’ You said with a mischievous smile, your voice maintaining a monotone tone. ‘’You know Miles? The guy you like? You know who I’m talking about? M-I-L-E-S" you teased.

She threw a pillow at you making you laugh. Her eyes narrowed dangerously but you could see a smile on her face. ‘’I know what you mean! You jerk!’’ She exclaimed.

Just as the both of you were about to start an all-out pillow war her dad knocked on the door and walked inside, once he got the all clear.

"No, I got her right here, Ben," Gwen's father walked in with his phone against his ear as he waved at you. You smiled and returned the wave. Suddenly, you realized you had forgotten to let your aunt and uncle know that you had made it there safely. Gwen's dad could see the panic on your face as you stared at him, and he waved a dismissive hand your way.

‘’No it’s my bad Ben, I was talking to the girls about some safety procedures, she didn’t get the chance to yet. Don’t worry I’m not sleeping till they’re back here. If anything comes up, I’m not far away and I got my cruiser parked outside. They will be fine.’’ He said with a wink and you smiled wider. Gwnes father walked out of the room, closing the door after himself and you let out a deep breath.

Phew! That could have been bad. Gott remember to make it up to you them tomorrow.

Gwen's excitement peaked as she finally found something to wear. Could it be because you both had a heartfelt conversation and made a promise to never leave her alone, just her and Miles? Maybe so, maybe so.

Either way, she decided to go with a short white dress, a long black cardigan, a pink choker and some silver chains and finally a pair of black low heels.

She looked really cute and you complimented her which caused her to just awkwardly shrug and slip the sleeves down over her hands. Speaking of hands, Gwen suddenly grabbed yours, holding it up and inspecting your wrist. Cursing under your breath you pulled your wrist back and turned away from her, holding your wrist against your chest with a bitter look on your face.

‘’This mean you’re officially over him or-- ?’’

"That is NOT why I wore it!" you hissed , your tone coming out harsher than you intended.

‘’Okay… Sensitive.’’ She said holding her hands up. You sighed and turned back to her.

‘’I’m sorry i- I didn’t mean to--’’ Gwen pulled you in for a hug and you relaxed in to it with a smile.

‘’Thanks. For—well, you know.’’ You said and she nodded.

The rest of the hour was spent adding finishing touches, running over the plan with Gwens father, again, and finally you were on your way to the party. It was only about a fifteen-minute walk.

‘’So, is your dad really going to sit up and wait for us? Do we need to be home by a certain time?’’ You asked skeptically.

Gwen shook her head while playing with the sleeves on her cardigan ‘’No, he’ll fall asleep on the couch after watching a few movies. It’s more of a trust system, as long as we don’t stay out all night he doesn’t mind’’ she said.

‘’Ugh I wish I had a trust system…’’ you mumbled.

‘’I mean you were recently in a life-or-death situation. I don’t really blame your aunt and uncle for being extra protective.’’ Gwen said casually.

‘’Yeah I guess…’’

After walking for about ten minutes, Gwen pulled out her phone and navigated the two of you to the designated meeting spot. As you rounded a corner, you spotted the guys waiting there. Miles was dressed in baggy dark shorts, a basketball jersey, and a hoodie layered with a jacket. Hobie, on the other hand, sported tight black ripped jeans, a black T-shirt paired with a leather vest, and accessorized with a spiked collar around his neck and a spiked bracelet on one hand. Both of them looked stylish, but it was clear who had captured Gwen's attention.

‘’Hey guys—Gwen, you look… good. Great! You look great!’’ Miles said as the two of you walked up to him. He stared at her with wide eyes, and Gwen nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Ahem!" Hobie cleared his throat, nudging Miles and snapping him out of his trance. Miles turned his gaze towards you and flashed an awkward smile.

‘’Oh, and you too y/n! You look good too!’’ Miles said scratching the back of his head.

You rolled your eyes and smiled brightly. You all began walking towards the party as a group, Miles and Gwen ended up walking ahead, while you and Hobie walked next to each other. He offered you his arm, ‘’M’lady?’’ he asked with a grin on his face.

"Why, thank you, good sir!" you exclaimed, putting on a posh and snobby voice as you slid your arm under his.

The two of you ended up walking together talking and joking, a few of the jokes being about the two people in front of you. Occasionally, Miles would cast a hesitant glance back, only to be met with a reassuring smile from Hobie, who silently encouraged him to be confident. With the sun having set, the city revealed its enchanting beauty under the night sky.

Finally, you all made it to the party, it was being held in a house in a more suburban area of the city. Once you all made it inside you ended up splitting up. You and Miles went to get some drinks while Gwen and Hobie found a place to sit; a comfortable distance from the music, allowing you to have a conversation without it blaring in your ears, yet still able to hear the rhythmic beats.

You made your way towards the kitchen, greeting a few people you knew from school along the way. Once you entered the kitchen, you effortlessly grabbed two ciders, while Miles swiftly retrieved two red cups.

‘’You know—‘’ Miles began awkwardly, ‘’You always see these red cups in movies where there are parties happening. I don’t even know what they are called haha. But they’re always… always there.’’ His voice gradually becoming more quiet.

‘’They’re disposable beer pong cups, Miles.’’ You said with a smile, faint amusement on your face.

‘’Right— right! Cuz... that’s what you do with cups. Besides drinking of course. Uhm—‘’ He began again and you chuckled.

‘’Miles relax, just take a deep breath’’ You said putting a supportive hand on his shoulder.

Miles nodded a few times taking a few deep breaths. ‘’I’m good, I’m cool. Thank you y/n. I’m just nervous man… don’t tell Gwen—‘’ You held your hands up running one of them over your lips in a ‘’my lips are sealed’’ motion.

"You want my advice? Just relax and have a great time. Tonight is all about being with her, surrounded by good music, drinks, and friends. Just be true to yourself," you said, pouring two drinks in to the cups.

‘’Everyone keeps saying that, You, Hobie my Mom! Just be yourself. What does that even mean?’’ Miles says with a bitter voice.

‘’It means; be the nice and funny guy we all know and love. Be Miles, be yourself.’’ You said with the same reassuring smile.

Miles looked at you surprised before smiling, he nodded his head and poured the drinks motioning for you to follow him. ‘’Thanks y/n. Oh and… don’t tell anyone about the whole mom thing?’’

‘’My lips are sealed, Morales.’’ You said with a wink and he just chuckled shaking his head at you.

The rest of the hour was fun, and you found yourself playing the role of the beer maid, fetching drinks for everyone. You didn't mind, though. As you returned with drinks in your hands, you noticed that Miles and Gwen had stepped to the side to hang out. You walked over to them, handing them their new drinks, shooting a playful wink at Gwen before leaving them to talk.

As you walked away you glanced around the room in search of Hobie, your eyes eventually landed on him leaning against a doorway. You were about to walk over to him when you noticed that he was talking to another guy you didn’t recognize. You watched as Hobie leaned over towards the guy and whispered something in his ear, most likely as the music was loud. The guy looked a bit flustered and Hobie ran his hand over the guys hand, causing the guy to blush and smile up at him. You realized that they were flirting and awkwardly darted away making sure you didn’t third wheel.

You made it over to a bay window, sitting down and leaning back against the window frame, enjoying the music and sipping on your drink. Glancing around the room you saw a few people you knew and smiled their way. In one corner you saw Reilly leaned against a wall flexing his muscles. You internally facepalmed as you watched the group of girls surrounding him fawn over him, or more specifically his physique. He flexed his arms and slapped his biceps inviting anyone to touch them if they dared. You shook your head, that guy was such a dork.

You suddenly froze, your eyes going wide as you realized who was standing, leaned up against a wall a few feet away from Reilley. The thought of Miguel being here hadn’t even crossed your mind, you had been so busy dealing with your aunt and uncle and Gwen and Miles that you forgot to even ask him.

What should you do? Should you even do anything? Are you leaning weird? You scooted further up the windowsill making sure to pull down your dress as you did. Your chest bounced up and you awkwardly caught a guy checking you out, it wasn’t really wanted so, ew. You shot him a nasty look and he seemed to catch on.

‘’Hey’’

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Hobie joined you, but quickly scooted over to create some space for him. He sat down beside you, settling in comfortably.

‘’Hey! having a good time?’’ You asked with a smile.

‘’Yeah, music’s garbage though’’ he said with a hint of a smirk.

‘’Oh yeah? Didn’t look like you were paying much attention to the music’’ you said with a grin.

‘’Oh! Was you watching me? Perv~’’ You lightly bumped into him, making him chuckle.

‘’I never knew you swung both ways,’’ you said while vibing to the music. You liked Post Malone, you thought as you sipped on your drink.

‘’Ah. Guy, Gall. It’s all calm, innit?’’ He said dismissively, you looked at him a bit confused and he shrugged.

‘’Don’t really matter what’s on the outside, you feel me? It’s what’s on the inside that matters.’’ He said while leaning back and inhaling through a single nostril before shrugging nonchalantly.  

You flashed a smile and nodded in agreement. "I like the way you put it," you said, and he responded with a smile of his own.

After chatting for a while, Hobie gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder and went back to the guy he had been talking to. They found a spot on the couch and picked up where they left off. Meanwhile, you pulled out your phone to check for any missed calls or messages. As you scrolled through your inbox, you came across Peter's name and frowned.

You glanced up and spotted Miguel still leaned up against a wall, talking to some friends. Your heart fluttered as you watched him laugh at a joke, his smile causing your cheeks to heat up a bit. Maybe the drinks you had been sipping on so far helped a bit but you were pretty sure it was mostly him.

Talk to him.

Biting down on you bottom lip you could feel the nervousness ripple through your entire body. Should you go over there? What would you say? He’s clearly over there with friends, but… you were also his friend. Why else would he give you, his number?

More like he took yours but, tomato potato.

That’s not how that goes… you’re tipsy.

You observed with a sinking feeling as a woman approached from behind and leaned against Miguel's arm. Her gaze met his, and they exchanged smiles while he took another sip from his drink. The once warm fluttering sensation within you swiftly transformed into an icy grip, a sense of disappointment and unease settling in.

Was he here with someone…?

Well, duh, he is a hot guy. Why wouldn't he be here with someone? You thought bitterly to yourself. In fact, you hadn't even considered the possibility that he might not be single. For all you know, he could have a partner, maybe even several. The cold feeling spread to through your chest, and it made you feel nauseous. The girl leaned against him asking him something with a devilish smirk on her face. Miguel shook his head and leaned down to whisper something in to her ear. For a moment it looked as if he might have seen you, if he had however, he didn’t seem to care.

Ouch.

Glancing back down at your phone, you noticed the visible tan line on your wrist and frowned. You grabbed your drink and finished it, feeling a bit uneasy. Sliding your phone back into your purse, you headed back towards the kitchen, the same frown still on your face. You decided to stay away from that side of the house. As you approached the kitchen, someone bumped into you with enough force to send you on your knees.

‘’Oops- my bad!’’ It was Reilly and as he apologized, he grabbed you by the arms and lifted you up without much effort. Holy crap he was strong!

‘’I don’t realize how strong I am, sometimes it’s really more of a curse than a gift.’’ He laughed as he let go of you.

You let out an awkward laugh dusting off your knees and pulling your dress down a bit.

‘’Do I know you from somewhere?’’ he asked inspecting your face with a hand on his chin.

‘’Oh uhm, we have some classes together, mainly Spanish’’ You answered awkwardly.

‘’Oh! Right! Ehl-span-hjol!’’ he said with a grin and you had to fight the urge not to visibly cringe. ‘’I thought I recognized you from across the room’’ he continued while leaning against the kitchen counter.

You grabbed another drink and turned to him surprised, ‘’you were watching me?’’

He shook his head opening a beer and taking a big sip of it, ‘’Nah nothing creepy like that, I just noticed you because, you know, you’re pretty and stuff’’ He said flashing you a million dollar smile.

Before you had a chance to respond, another guy swung by with a tray of something. He placed the tray down next to the two of you and shouted something about putting down a vase, and that if it broke his parents were gonna kill him. Must have been the host you thought to yourself.

‘’You gotta try these, they are A- MAZING!’’ Reilly exclaimed, holding up a tray filled with small glasses of Jello-O. As you inspected them closer, you couldn't help but be intrigued.

Shrugging you grabbed one and threw it back, it was super fruity with a hint of something bitter. ‘’They’re nice’’ you said with a faint smile.

‘’Try a green one, they are the best! Or was it orange…?’’ Reilly said inspecting them.

In the end you ended up having at least one of each, maybe eight or nine of them in total. You let out a mix of a burp and a hiccup. Reilly made a joke that made you laugh. You found this guy to be so darn funny!

‘’Anyways that’s how I beat a horse in arm wrestling, well more like leg wrestling but that’s not the point’’ he said with a smirk.

‘’A horse kicked you in the chest?!’’ You asked both confused and surprised.

‘’What can I say, he was a sore loser’’ He shrugged and flexed his right arm.

You laughed loudly, slapping his arm a few times in the process. You could not believe how funny this guy was! Was- was he always this funny?

‘’These Jell-O candies are really good, but I think I’ve had enough.’’ You awkwardly laughed.

‘’Shots’’ He corrected while looking down at his own biceps.

‘’Sorry?’’ You asked confused.

‘’They’re Jell-O shots, you know—the drink but Jell-O?’’

‘’There’s booze in these?’’ You asked with a frown.

‘’Ya, not much though so you should be fine. Unless you’ve been drinking a lot before this.’’ He said shrugging his shoulders. ‘’Oh! There’s Stacy, I will see you—‘’ he said winking and clicking his tongue, clearly checking you out ‘’--later!’’ Before chasing down another girl.

You quickly descended from the counter, but as your feet hit the ground, you cursed as the room seemed to spin around you. You had to catch yourself on the counter to steady your balance, feeling a bit disoriented.

You knew there was a reason you found that idiot funny!

You took a moment to steady yourself and made your way towards the living room, your head and vision was spinning a bit and it felt as the more time passed the worse it was getting. You glanced around the room for any signs of Hobie.

You check the couch but instead of Hobie, the girls that were surrounding Reilly earlier were sitting on it. They saw you and eyed you before whispering among themselves and giggling. You frowned feeling very self-conscious as you made your way back to the window.

You couldn’t see Hobie anywhere nor could you see Gwen or Miles, last you had seen them they were heading upstairs, and there was no way you trusted yourself to walk upstairs at the moment.

Getting back on your feet, you decided it was best to head towards the door for some fresh air, even if you were feeling a bit unsteady.

Leaning against the wall for support, you slowly made your way, contemplating whether leaving the party in your current state was a good idea. Perhaps it would be better to stay inside and find a place to rest?

As you weighed your options, fate intervened, and suddenly, you tripped over something and stumbled forward, bracing yourself for the impact. However, to your surprise, pain never came.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the arms of a tall, slim guy with glasses. He had come to your rescue and helped you back up on your feet. As you steadied yourself, you couldn't help but notice the shared state of drunkenness between the two of you.

‘’m’sorry’’ you mumbled straightening up.

You leaned against a nearby wall, letting out a huff as the guy stumbled and fell against you. He mumbled something about being embarrassed and how much he liked you; Olivia. Last time you checked however your name was not Olivia. You tried to move him off you but he wouldn’t budge. He shifted his head closer to your ear, continuing to mumble about his feelings for you and how you made him feel. It reminded you of the moments when Miguel used to whisper things in your ear during Spanish class, but this situation felt entirely different; this was making you feel nauseous.

As you desperately attempted to free yourself, you realized he was forcefully pressing against you, effectively trapping you between his body and the wall. An overwhelming sense of sickness and panic surged through you, leaving you trembling with fear and unease. You felt his hand come up against your thigh gripping you painfully, his thumb slid against the inside of your thigh and under the hem of your dress.

‘’Please get off me…’’ You let out a trembling whimper as a wave of fear washed over you, causing tears to well up behind your eyes.

The guy grinded up against you and you almost gagged, you turned your head away from him as he tried to go in for a kiss. His weight pressed down on you, made it difficult to breathe, let alone call for help. The room spun around you, but amidst the blurry figures and distant voices, you realized that no one seemed to notice the distress you were in. It was as if you were invisible, trapped in a nightmare with no one to save you.

You watched in horror as the guy continued to grind against your hip, his advances becoming more forceful. You couldn't bear the unwanted touch any longer, and a quiet cry for help escaped your lips. Desperation filled your mind as you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for what would come next. And then, suddenly the weight on top of you vanished, along with the unwelcome hands. The fear that had gripped you was replaced with shock and confusion.

You opened your eyes, and to your relief, you saw the guy being forcefully pushed up against the opposite wall. A large hand held him in place, keeping his head pinned against the surface. The sight before you brought a mix of emotions—gratitude, confusion, and a glimmer of hope.

"Don't know how to keep your hands to yourself, eh cabrón?" Miguel spat, his voice filled with anger and disdain as he stared down the guy who had assaulted you. The intensity in Miguel's eyes was so fierce that it almost made his eyes appear red. It was a gaze filled with anger and protectiveness.

Miguel tightened his grip on the guy's skull, his fingers digging into the man's scalp like sharp talons. Gritting his teeth, Miguel applied more pressure, causing the guy to whimper in pain. The sound was drowned out by the thumping music in the background.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of gentle hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch involuntarily. The arms wrapped around you, providing support and comfort. As you looked up, you met a pair of kind brown eyes that exuded warmth and compassion. The woman in front of you flashed a gentle smile, concern etched across her face. You realized that it was the woman from before, the one that seemed close to Miguel.

"You okay, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine care. The tears welled up in your eyes once again as you glanced at the guy who had just assaulted you and then back at her. The weight of the situation bore heavily on you, and you nodded, unable to find your voice in that moment.

Miguel leaned closer to the guys head, ‘’Podría aplastarte la cabeza aquí mismo, contra esta maldita pared.’’ He snarled.

‘’Miguel!’’ The woman called out.

Miguel turned around, keeping his hand pinned against the guy’s head. He glanced at the woman who gestured towards you, and as his gaze met your tear-streaked face, his expression shifted from a snarl to a deep frown. With a sigh, he slowly released his grip on the guy's face. Instead, he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forcefully tossed him towards the door, watching as he flailed and crashed into it. Miguel then walked over and positioned himself between you and the guy, his back turned to the drunken assailant.

"Get the hell out of here, before I break every bone in that hand," he warned, looking down at you, his gaze fixed on your teary eyes. Slowly, he extended his hand towards your face.

"Oh yeah? Nnn'hat if I don't?" the guy slurred, his words barely coherent.

You watched as Miguel's entire demeanor shifted.

"Not a good idea, kid..." the woman warned, her voice filled with caution as she pulled you protectively towards herself.

Miguel whipped around to face the guy, the muscles in his shoulders and back tensing, his tall frame towering over the guy. His intense glare made it seem as if he was about to rip the guy's head off. "Do you want to find out?’’  he uttered, the words dripping with a menacing threat rather than a genuine question.

"Miguel," the woman called out again, her voice filled with concern. But Miguel remained motionless, his focus entirely on the guy in front of him.

The drunk guy, on the other hand, shook his head, stumbled towards the door, and hastily made his way out. The commotion had caught the attention of the surrounding partygoers, and now their eyes were on you and the aftermath of the incident. Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and relief, you looked around awkwardly until your gaze landed on the woman who had been holding you. With a comforting smile, she offered you a sympathetic look.

Finally, Miguel turned around taking a deep breath, running a hand through his hair to slick it back into place. He faced you, and you cautiously looked up at him, uncertain of what to expect. As he gazed down at you, his face had returned to its usual state - a deep frown and furrowed brows.

The woman released her grip on you, and you tentatively approached Miguel, intending to apologize. However, your steps faltered, causing you to stumble slightly. In a swift motion, Miguel reached out and grasped your arm, steadying you. Without a word, he guided you towards the door, and you walked alongside him, feeling a mix of gratitude and awkwardness. As the door closed behind you, shutting off the noise from the party, the woman went over to the speakers and turned up the volume. It was as if a collective amnesia had taken hold, and everyone seemed to have forgotten the previous events.

Miguel abruptly spun you around to face him, and before you could utter an apology, he pulled you firmly against his chest. You froze in place, your arms hovering uncertainly as he enveloped you in his embrace. His protective arm rested on the small of your back, providing a sense of comfort and safety. With a touch of tenderness, his right hand gently stroked your hair, though his movements were slightly awkward. You felt a mix of emotions, unsure of how to react to this unexpected display of gentleness.

"It's okay, I've got you.’’ Miguel reassured you, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. Your shoulders began to shake, overwhelmed with emotion.

"You're safe with me. No one is going to lay a hand on you," he continued, his soothing tone soothing your frazzled nerves. Unable to contain your tears any longer, you began to cry against his chest, finding solace in his protective embrace.

The door slammed open, and a concerned Miles and Hobie rushed out, followed closely by a panicked Gwen.

"Oi bruv, what are you doing?!" Hobie questioned, stepping towards the two of you, seemingly ready to intervene. In response, Miguel raised his eyes with an almost bored and unfazed expression, although his muscular back remained tense, as if he was still prepared for anything.

"Woah, it's alright, man. It's Miguel. What happened?" Miles interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension. As Miguel saw Miles, he visibly relaxed.

"Y/n, oh my god!" Gwen cried out, running towards you with open arms. Miguel moved to the side, allowing Gwen to envelop you in a tight embrace. Meanwhile, Hobie glared at Miguel, clearly still harboring some animosity. Miles intervened, placing a calming hand on Hobie's shoulder and urging him to relax.

"Y/n, I'm so, so sorry! What happened? Are you okay? People were saying you were in a fight?!" Gwen's voice trembled with concern as she anxiously assessed your well-being.

"It’s been dealt with.’’ Miguel responded quietly, his gaze fixed on you.

"I didn't ask you," Gwen hissed at Miguel, her frustration palpable. Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in exasperation while muttering something in Spanish.

As you mumbled something about Miguel saving you from the drunk guy, your body shivered in disgust, the memories still fresh in your mind.

Gwen expressed her gratitude and offered an apology to Miguel, who simply waved his hand in a dismissive manner, while shaking his head.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over you, and you bent over, vomiting into a nearby bush. Interestingly enough Jell-O shots taste the same coming up as they do going down.

Next thing you knew, Miguel had scooped you up in his arms, carrying you through the streets of the city on his back. As you looked down, you realized you were wearing an oversized shirt, and the bare skin against you felt warm and comforting.

‘’W- what’s going on?’’ You questioned confused and drunk.

‘’You are being taken back to your friend house.’’ Miguel said, his hands folded under your ass as he carried you on his back.

‘’Why are you naked?’’

‘’I’m not— I am not naked, tonto! I am just shirtless, thanks to you.’’ He answered bitterly.

‘’I got you naked?’’ You drunkenly slurred, a smile on your face.

‘’Ay, por dios… You threw up all over your dress! I am not carrying you with vomit all over yourself.’’ He said with a tired sigh.

‘’m’sorry Miggy~’’ You whimpered.

‘’Don’t call me—‘’ he sighed, ‘’don’t worry about it, dummy.’’ You let out a small giggle and he scoffed in response, shaking his head. You had your arms resting on top of his shoulders and as your wrist came in to his vision he stopped for a moment.

‘’No more bracelet?’’ he asked as he continued walking behind the rest of the group.

‘’Why’s everyone noticing it all of a sudden?’’ you asked frowning.

‘’That mean you finally over that kid?’’ He asked nonchalantly.

‘’s’not why I wore it….’’ You sulked.

He hummed as he listened to you speak. ‘’You’ll have to get a replacement then.’’

‘’I don’t want a replacement’’ you mumbled, sulking.

‘’What do you want then?’’ he asked curiously.

Thinking for a moment your mumbled:

‘’Would you get me one? From you?’’

Miguel went silent for a moment as he walked, you rested your head against his shoulder nuzzling in to the crook of his neck sighing contently.

‘’Is that what you want?’’ he questioned, had you been more sober you might have noticed how serious his tone was, but alas.

‘’Yeah, I want one from Miguel.’’ You said with a smile as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

‘’Lo tienes, cariño’’ He mumbled as he carried you back to Gwens place.

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· Podría aplastarte la cabeza aquí mismo, contra esta maldita pared - I could smash your head right here against this fucking wall.

· ‘’Lo tienes, cariño’’ – You got it, sweetheart.

[grimalkinmessor]

*blinking up at you with sad wet eyes* can you give me any hints or spoilers about your encanto fic -d.a.b.

I'm gonna be real with you and tell you that I haven't thought about that fic in over a year 👁️👁️

Good news though! I had a good chunk of the second chapter already written so I can give you a snippet! :D

"What do we call you, then?" Julieta says, ever the level head. Everyone blinks, because they had all most likely been doing what Mirabel has been doing and merely referring to the new Bruno as new Bruno, or maybe even several of the alternatives Mirabel has come up with. Julieta rolls her eyes as her husband starts to come back to himself, head pillowed on her shoulder as she waves an arepa under his nose. "Calling both of you Bruno would get too confusing, and I'm not going to force my brother to give up his own name. So, what would you prefer to be called?"

Everyone directs their attention from Julieta to fancy Bruno, who appears to be giving it some thought. Before he can say anything however, Camilo pipes up, "I don't know, I'm kinda liking tío-Bruno-number-two."

Mirabel shoots her primo an exasperated look even as she internally preens—she wasn't the only one who thought of that, it seems.

Bruno 2.0 hums. "Well, I had several names in my world, but I'm not really partial to Abomination or Freak."

He says it casually, but everyone in the room flinches. Mirabel's eyes lock onto her Bruno while everyone else averts their gazes, and she sees him briefly shrink into himself again before catching her eye and blinking. His spine straightens again, like he's been bolstered by Mirabel's unshakeable faith and attention. He turns his face to his doppelganger and simply offers, "You could be Hernando."

Mirabel does not laugh, but it's a near thing. Fancy Bruno's face scrunches up.

"No."

"What about Jorge?"

"You—"

Mirabel steps in between them when new Bruno bares his teeth in agitation at his counterpart, giving him a sharp look that he instantly heeds. "What do you want to be called, then?"

He stares at her again, something strange in his face. After a moment, he offers, "Why don't you decide for me, mi mariposa?"

"Me?" Mirabel blinks, a bit thrown. She straightens, missing how Camilo raises an eyebrow at the nickname. Bruno 2.0 inclines his head, a smile curling his lips. Mirabel thinks for a moment, and then it comes to her in a flash of perfect irony. "Brujo. Your name can be Brujo."

Behind her, her Bruno chokes.

[watchingyourheart]

Happy Valentine’s Day!! Ugh it feels a little weird that Valentine’s is here - it does not feel like valentine for me - but I do hope those celebrating today are having a wonderful day!!!

Have fun!! Mwah - love ya’ll :3

[museincarnate]

‘👄 + krillin’ //To Hakkona 👁️👁️

Gods... Hearing his name, alone, had her cheeks turning a hot pink hue; her gaze averting, as if she was flustered at the thought of him.

"Y-Yeah... He's handsome, and his personality and how we met only made him more amazing, to me. Who knew that chivalry and kindness could make me blush, when I'd offered him something so casual, on his birthday." She's got a crush, and she's trying so hard not to be too girly about it.

[absentia-if]

So you know how sometimes partners do this thing where whenever an objectively stunning person enters the scene, they get jealous and wanna 'test' their SO, so they ask something like: "Do you think [very attractive new acquaintance] is gorgeous?" What if MC did this, trying to seem casual but looking at the Ros intense like 👁️👁️ How do ROs respond? Alternatively, would any ROs do this? (Could you include the dlcs ROs for this if it's not too much of a bother please?)

Kade/Kara: “I can’t say that I’ve ever really noticed, sweetheart,” they admit, after a small pause. Their hazel eyes peering up from their plate as a confused frown furrows their brow. “I don’t make it a habit of staring at other people.”

Michael/Margot: An elegant brow arches— azure blue eyes narrowed as they steadily meet your gaze— with an air of subtle curiosity, but they don’t turn to look at the person in question. “Objectively speaking, darling?” At your nod, they continue. “There are many attractive people in the world, many of whom could be in this very room, but I wouldn’t even bat an eye at them. Why would I? I have you.”

Blaine/Blaire: Craning their neck, making it quite obvious that they were scoping someone out, B shrugs their shoulders. Light brown eyes settling back on you with a wide grin. “They’re not ugly but they’re not really my type.” Their nose wrinkles with the force of their grin. “My type mainly consists of childhood best friends that lived down the street from me.”

Wren/Wynn: Not even bothering to look up, W responds. “I don’t see why it would matter.” There’s a brief moment of silence— wherein they seem to notice how much the question seemed to mean to you— before they finally meet your gaze. “I haven’t noticed nor would I ever comment on someone’s else’s level of attractiveness. I’m with you and you’re all that I see in that regard.”

Nicholas/Natalie: A surprised look graces their features as they sputter out a response. “I-I have-haven’t noticed—“ Placing a hand to their chest, N seems to reign in their initial reaction of panic as they take a deep breath. “It’s not something I’ve ever been inclined to notice. Why do you ask?“

Leon/Leia: They briefly look at the person in question before shrugging. “I could see the appeal but I’m happily taken.” They place their hand on your own with a warm smile quirking their lips. “Why would I need someone else when I have you?”

Luca: “Is this some kind of test?” He settles back in his chair with a worried look etched on his face. “Because I haven’t noticed anyone but you since we became official. I haven’t felt the need to always know where the most attractive person in the room was because I knew she’d always be right next to me.”

Angelus/Angelina: An unamused look flits across their features at the question, but they don’t call you out on the obvious question. Instead, they settle back in their seat with a soft look beginning to form in their eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world to me. That’s all that should matter in the end.”

Six: A dark smile quirks their lips as they tut out a low sound of disapproval. “Now why would you ask such a question, pet?” Their hand absentmindedly spins their steak knife around— elegant fingers easily maneuvering the blade with innate grace— as an almost predatory look crosses their eyes. “If you’re so worried about possible competition why don’t you take them out?” With that the knife is smoothly transitioned to the empty space between you. “Or was I wrong about you, pet?”

Kennedy: They shrug. “Even if they are attractive does that truly matter, sweet cheeks?” Peering at you, from over their whiskey glass, an amused look flickers across their gaze. “I’m with you. I don’t need nor want anyone else. You’re it for me.”

Quinn: “I suppose,” they reply with a small shrug. A brief look of confusion passing over their features at the sudden conversation change before a light smile appears. “Would you like to go to the opera with me? I heard that they’re going to be in town later this week and I know you’ve been wanting to see a show.”

August/Audrey: “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?” They ask with an unamused arch of their brow. “After all you’re the one that mingles with movie stars and socialites every day.” There’s a brief moment of silence before they continue with a soft sigh. “Even if they’re conventionally attractive that doesn’t mean anything in the long run. I’m not with you for just your looks, babe, and I hope that’s something that’ll stick in your thick skull.”

And… no.. none of the ROs would test the MC in such a way.

[steponmepinkjun]

Can I ask for a genderfluid mc teasing the main 6 like:"Did you know I have 2 forms this and *shifts* this which one do you like? Or do you like both....? Wouldn't that be nice? All of me all to yourself..." then they leave the room before they can answer because they're being naughty 🤣

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This one took me like. Way longer than it should have. Partially because the idea is so fun that every time I thought about it I'd get Distracted™ lmfao don't @ me.

Warnings: Spicey, smutty, mentions of both bepis and bazinga. 🍋

The LIs with an MC that can magically change their Bits™👀🍑🍆🍋

Asra ~

Lowkey HIGHkey, you learned this trick from Asra

Like he definitely is the type that's just like "u know what, having a p*nis is not the mood today, goodbye pp, ur up chocha"

And he's so casual about it that you don't think he'll even be phased when you ask him to teach you but his face goes 👁️👄👁️

After that he's like… always a lil more curious than he should be. He's not gonna ask outright if you've been practicing it but…

So when you finally show him the switch he just

Malfunctions

Shuts down

The Asra has lost control of The Braincell™

And then, of course, in usual Asra fashion, he reboots into Knifecat Face 😼

But by that time, you're already giggling down the stairs and he's hopeless to catch you until later that night, once the shop is closed

"I've been thinking about what you showed me earlier… I'd like to see both options again before I offer my opinion. Maybe several times, just to be sure I'm familiar."

Nadia ~

If you think she’s gonna let you walk out the door before she gets her hands on you, then you don’t know Nadia

“Ah, ah ah,” she’ll call, beckoning you with one crooked finger calling you toward her. “What was that, Pet? I think I’ll need you to show me again.”

She’s going to reeeeeally enjoy how you act next, whether it’s defiantly flaunting the switch for her one more time, or sheepishly putting yourself on display for her

The more bashful you are, the longer she’s going to make you parade yourself in front of her for

Watch the way her gaze becomes more hooded and the way her chest heaves more fully the longer she looks at you. Finally, she’ll beckon you forward and lick the shell of your ear as she whispers, “I think we have more than enough time to explore both, don’t you, Pet?”

Julian ~

Great, that’s just great, you broke the Julian!

Look at him, he's practically foaming at the mouth. His whole body is bright red, all flushed and sweaty now! And he can’t even speak. Look, his poor eyeballs are about to fall out of his head.

Dr Julian Devorak, aged thirty-two years, found unresponsive at scene, mouth agape, eyes wide, entire body blushing red, pants uncomfortably tight

Firstly, he’s beyond amazed that you’re able to use your magic for this kind of thing. If he’d known, maybe he’d have been more interested in learning magic sooner…

He definitely wants to explore this to the fullest extent. Is it possible that maybe, just maybe, you might be able to teach him this type of body-transforming magic…?

Because let’s be real. His first thought is putting his mouth on every single inch of your body and worshipping you until you can take no more, but his second thought is the desire to be fucked by you in every single way that’s physically possible

Muriel ~

He doesn't even know what the fuck to say or do, may just get so frustrated that he tries to turn and walk away but ends up walking into a table and knocking over a coffee pot

He's not gonna talk about it for like. Four or five days. Trying super hard to seem nonplussed

When yall go to bed hell start getting really blushy and flustered and staaart to ask you about, uh, that thing you did

But when you ask him to speak up he just goes "I SAID GOODNIGHT" and turns his back to you sksksksksks

I am not saying to Manipulate The Muriel. But he's not gonna bring it up first and he's probably gonna have a hard time admitting how curious he is unless you go all

"I'm sorry I freaked you out the other day, it's okay if you don't want me to do magic like that…." 🥺👉👈

And then it's like the floodgates are open and he's gonna fall all over himself to reassure you and make sure he shows you EXACTLY how excited he is about both your forms

Get ready for him to rip your shit open like cheap lined paper in a messy school binder, bitch

Cause it's goin DOWN and so is he

Portia ~

Her excited fascination is definitely charming, even when it's followed by a litany of questions that can be strangely scientific

If this is her first time seeing you with a penis, she's going to be SUPER intrigued. Especially when you lay down and show her the way you can make it twitch

She calls them "dick push-ups." She will be requesting them at regular interverals every time you have this form.

If this is her first time seeing you with a punani... She's basically just gonna put on a bib and slap the table like she's telling a waiter where to put her food

Reeeeeeeally excited to see how both your forms look in pretty panties

Any lingerie, really

And most excited of all to see how her usual tongue tricks translate to this new and unfamiliar frontier

Lucio ~

👀

"Both is good. Why can't we have both? Let's do both. Definitely both. Both is good."

I know everyone likes to pretend the Count is a hard top, but like… No no. Let's be real. He's a switch if there ever was one.

By the way, he'd like you to start by fucking his throat immediately, please. The harder and messier the better. And don't stop when his crying, that's your cue to hold his head down till he chokes.

Second order of business: cockwarm him while he tries to read important political documents. He knows he won't be able to focus but he LOVES that about it. Don't let him cum for hours.

When that's done with, sit on his face and only give him about half as many breaks for air as you should. If he's not legitimately afraid he'll die from your pussy smothering him, he don't even want it

Cause by God, hell go out doing what he loves

Did I mention he loves it? Yeah, he loves it.

[caelestcs]

@dreams-of-fate​ sent:  👁️  …my muse describes the way your muse looks. (yuanjun and fang xing)  || Five senses

For all that Fang Xing cared about the court and its intrigues, she would also be the first to admit that it could get tedious. People practically fell over themselves to impress and astound, as it was one of the means to gain power, but they all fell flat when faced with true grace and dignity… particularly that of Zhu Yuanjun. Fang Xing wasn’t sure how or when her priorities got tangled, and instead of being a casual observer, her gaze was drawn by the subtle silver threads that embroidered his robes, or the half-hidden flash of metal in his hair, simple to overlook but made with experienced hands and limitless talent. Importance cloaked him like a cape, not ostentatious but not insignificant either. It was as if he had nobility in his bones, lifting his head higher above the rest. The outward reminders were more perfunctory, and Fang Xing knew she would be able to recognize him just from his silhouette alone in a crowd of thousands. 

Zhu Yuanjun should have been a blip on her radar, just another royalty gone within moments, but she couldn’t ignore the way his hair seemed to swallow the first rays of the sun in the morning, reminding her of the vast expanse of cosmos; but unlike her previous home, this darkness was soft, inviting. Dark hair and dark eyes, and yet his eyes seemingly held millions of lights inside them - she once asked him if that was a mark of something supernatural, and his subsequent amusement highlighted the lines of his face, and she felt speechless, if only for a moment. 

To her, Zhu Yuanjun was a riddle she couldn’t look away from - each time her gaze was drawn to him, something new appeared on his person, something that captured her attention anew. He looked like magic wrapped in a human being, someone who shouldn’t exist without repercussions yet his entire existence was often overlooked by others, and she felt covetous of this man who was a mix of the ethereal and tangible, who should have the world at his feet but was content to let others lead. All with the same grace, never faltering. But what she liked the most was the private smile she held close to her chest, the one he gave her as she laced their fingers together for the first time.

[watchingyourheart]

^^ I thought this was very funny and thought to share. I do not give a shit about gender anymore. I am whatever you want me to be/whatever you need to make the joke land

[watchingyourheart]

And so, night falls. And I once again return to the depths of my thoughts

The lonely moon my only source of light as I trudge through the dank underbelly of myself and allow my deepest most truest desires to arise.

Anywho hello I’m back online :3 <3