#(and then you fall in love and get to Smooch him)

[marshmellin]

Star and Stone Ch 5 | Silver Shield

He stood and spun his body to take advantage of the counter motion, whipping the spear around his midsection with frightening power and a loud, guttural shout. And he did it without breathing hard. Until this moment, the most she’d seen him wield was a pen and a tone of authority.  This was new and she liked it. 

Elaniel, a stonemason fleeing the fall of Eregion, makes her way to Lindon. When she meets Gil-galad, something unexpected occurs. Amid the chaos of preparing for a war against Sauron, their growing love is tested by the weight of duty: his to lead armies into peril, hers to rebuild what darkness has destroyed.

The pull of two fëa is strong for the Eldar. But is duty stronger?

Rating: Explicit for eventual smutty smut; canon-typical angst

Notes: Gil-galad lives. Fluff and happy ending. Gil-galad deserves a little smooch. He's going to get a lot more than a smooch. Repeat: Happily Ever After; everything is beautiful and nothing hurts

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Elaniel’s corner of the workshop was chaos. Her workbench was strewn with tools, fragments of plaster, and detailed drawings of the latest fortification model she was crafting. She stood at the center, smudges of white dust streaked across her cheeks and nose, as she carefully shaped the miniature tower's archway with a small tool.

The soft light from a nearby candle flickered, casting shadows that danced over the cluttered room.

A sharp knock at the door startled her, and she nearly dropped the tool in her hand. A young messenger stepped in, bowing slightly as he held out a neatly folded note. “A message for you, Master Elaniel, I was told to hand it to you immediately,” he said, his voice tinged with worry.

Elaniel turned, her heart lurching. She wiped her hands on her already stained apron and took the note, unfolding it quickly. The message was brief: There has been an accident at the southernmost watchtower site involving two builders. Their injuries were minor, and healers have already attended them. The workers used cordoned-off scaffolding to save time. I am gathering details and will ride to Lindon shortly - Halion

“Thank you,” she said, her voice steady as she dismissed the courier. But the moment the door closed, the words on the note seemed to pulse in her mind, demanding her attention. She set it carefully on the table beside the unfinished model and sat, her shoulders slumping.

The familiar question rose unbidden: Was this my fault? She had reviewed every safety protocol, held meetings, and emphasized caution at every turn. But had her deadlines—implied or explicit—pushed her team too far? Had her time spent refining ideas in this workshop taken too much of her focus off of the worksites themselves?

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the cluttered table.

For now, the note would stay where it was, as would she, but her resolve hardened. She would wait for Halion’s full report, but the accident would not be dismissed as a minor occurrence. The safety of her workers was non-negotiable. If sacrifices in the project timeline were necessary, they would be made, no matter the cost.

//

As she stepped into the open air, the cool breeze of Lindon greeted her, carrying the faint scent of pine and sea salt. The training ring came into view, a large, open space enclosed by low stone walls.

The ground of the ring was packed dirt, worn smooth from countless hours of practice, and it bore faint scuffs from recent bouts. A few weapons racks lined the perimeter, glinting with polished blades and sparring gear. 

The sounds of practice came to her ears from across the barracks — the thump of arrows hitting targets through to the straw behind them. Synchronized yelling and clanging from an area farther away; she would guess weapons training if she had to. 

Elaniel turned her attention to elves in the large sparring ring in front of her, noticing a group of three warriors on the far side. The fighters milled around, and even at casual rest, laughing good-naturedly with each other, they looked….dangerous. 

She recognized one; Arminas, the Commander of the Eastern Armies. They had spoken several times to discuss his troops and their contributions to the watchtower build sites, or his requests for changes or additions to plans for her barrack plans. Each time they met was in the council hall, and he had always been dressed as formally as any other elven Lord. He was a tall man, joyful and quick to a joke, who took his job seriously and listened to the opinions of others. A competent leader and someone she looked forward to meeting with. She considered him a friend. 

But it was not until today that she learned why he was the Commander of the Eastern Armies. 

Today, for the first time, she noticed that he looked…deadly.

Arminas was clad in rough, worn training gear of brown leather, with bracers and a chest plate but no leg protection. He carried himself with grace, more so than typical for an elf. Each movement he made, from adjusting his bracers to the light bounce in his stance, suggested his fluid, unpredictable combat style. He was lean, cords of muscles visible down his arms and legs. 

He twirled two short swords, experimenting with the weight before putting one back on the weapons rack. He chose another and spun it, giving a pleased nod before he brought both blades up, slashed them down in a X motion, and slipped both into sheaths he already wore on his hips. 

Arminas grabbed another sword from the rack and called out, “Alenya, you will like this one, eh!” He sheathed it in a loose scabbard and threw it to a small elven-woman with red hair. 

“Thanks,” she called in cheerful reply as she caught the weapon one-handed. “Lemandir and I are going to get the guards, even though he won’t use them!”

“Aye!” Arminas noticed Elaniel and his face lit up in a smile. He walked to her bench before dipping his head. “Ah, Master Mason Elaniel! What brings you to our training grounds today? I have only seen you in the council halls.”

The raised eyebrows and grin on his face told her that he knew why. She also knew her red cheeks never hid anything.

So she just said it. “Ah, King Gil-galad invited me to observe a training round…I have built many barracks, as you know, but have rarely seen the training of the warriors who use them.” 

That is…a decent reason. Since Gil-galad did not provide one when he asked me to meet him here…

Arminas nodded thoughtfully. “Indeed. An excellent opportunity to observe the soldiers. And…him. Aeglos, I mean.”

She raised an eyebrow, and he mirrored the action. 

Arminas tried - and failed - to keep a friendly smile off his face. “A rather fun fact: Aeglos is technically not a spear or a lance, but a glaive. Did you know that?”

Elaniel shook her head politely. She did not know that fact. And nothing in all of Middle Earth could compel her to ask what a glaive was. 

“A glaive is different from a spear in a few ways, though they are both stave weapons.”

“Mmm,” she murmured absently. 

“A spear is longer and lighter, but the curved blade and added weight of the glaive makes it a formidable weapon in the right hands.”

“Ah-huh,” she said, nodding, looking away from Arminas and toward the fighters on the other side of the practice ring. They looked just as deadly as Arminas did. A tall, thick elf was testing out a broadsword while small the red head chose a shield. 

“Of course, a lance is only used for mounted combat,” Arminas continued. “But a glaive can serve as a lance, a spear, a hook and a sword at once. Aeglos is also double-bladed.”

Before she could respond, Gil-galad strolled into the practice ring holding Aeglos, and both Elaniel and Arminas turned toward him. 

Gil-galad’s hair was half up, with Aeglos over his shoulder. He wore silver plates of fitted armor on his chest and thighs, seeming to be in full battle dress except for the silver helm she had seen other soldiers wear.

As she watched him walk over to the fighters at the far end of the ring to say hello, the only term she could think of to describe him was….broad. The yards of velvet capes and floor-length robes did not hide his build or height, but they concealed just how much of him was muscle. 

And it looked like quite a bit of him. 

His arms were thick, trained to swing such a large weapon, and his legs were powerfully built — he looked every bit as deadly as the fighters around him. Moreso, she thought, though she acknowledged she was biased.

Gil-galad rolled his shoulders as he hefted Aeglos, passing it from hand to hand to test his grip. Giving a short, satisfied nod, he began to quickly twirl it, the silver haft dancing in his hands. Sharp blades reflected in the sunlight.  

Elaniel’s eyebrows shot up as he continued a few training exercises. He fell to one knee quickly, dropping his head to balance and spin the spear over his shoulder before grabbing it to thrust a killing blow at an invisible enemy. He stood and spun his body to take advantage of the counter motion, whipping the spear around his midsection with frightening power and a loud, guttural shout. 

And he did it without breathing hard.

Until this moment, the most she’d seen him wield was a pen and a tone of authority. 

This was new and she liked it. 

“Only an absolute beast of a man can handle that weapon.”

She pulled her gaze off Gil-galad and turned to Arminas, staring at him, her face carefully blank — or as blank as she could make it. 

Beast of a man? Not a term she had heard used applied to Gil-galad, the thoughtful and occasionally impatient man who did paperwork beside her in calm evenings, who watched stars with her. 

But seeing him now, it wasn’t unfitting.

Arminas looked back at her, the teasing smile of a friend on his lips. “I thought you should know our High King does it very well.”

And then he winked. 

“Caro lírath!” Gil-galad shouted, and Arminas’s head shot up.

“Ah, we begin! So good to see you, Master Elaniel,” he said as though they had just discussed the weather. He gave a small bow before jogging toward the middle of the ring. 

The warriors assembled into a rough row of three, arched around him. They all kept moving slightly, some bouncing on their toes or swaying. “Dagranno!” Gil-galad shouted, starting the session. 

Gil-galad had not looked over at her, and she doubted he would. He was focused on training and, it would seem, not dying. 

These warriors did not come gently. This was no light spar with a desk-bound leader to get his blood pumping. They circled around him, looking like they were hunting prey. 

Which she found she very much did not like. 

As her sharp gaze watched the fighters in the ring, she noted that the guards Alenya had said Gil-galad would not use were, in fact, abandoned on the bench: a pile of thin leather blade covers, designed to blunt the edge of the weapons for safety. 

So their weapons are sharp. All of them. 

Elaniel felt the urge to yell at him well up inside her, but allowed herself a heavy sigh instead. Centuries of working with hard-headed stonemasons taught her that, whenever possible, pride and fun would outweigh common sense. 

She’d seen more than her fair share of chisel throwing at targets for small bets over lunch.

Still a foolish, dangerous thing to do. 

Now was not the time to confront him. But he would be confronted before this day was done. 

Gil-galad hung back from their half-circle as they tried to corner him, to limit the room he had to maneuver. Aeglos’s long reach made it difficult for the three to approach closely, but he was slower than they were due to the power and the space he needed to strike. The red-head, Alenya, waited for Arminas to fake a lunge to Gil-galad’s left, and she jumped forward to his now-exposed right side, wielding a shield and sword. 

Alenya used the shield to knock Aeglos to one side, out of her way, to make an attack zone at his flank, a guttural noise escaping her as she ran in. 

They’re attacking him all together?!

But Gil-galad spun in a circle, flipping the spear up and over, the curved blade hooking her wooden shield and jerking it—and her—aside. She fell over from the force of it, one shield strap broken, but Gil-galad did not stop. He rounded on Araminas now as the elf tried another not-quite-lunge. 

The third fighter, Lemandir, was short and stocky where Arminas was lithe. One hit from him would take Gil-galad down. Lemandir moved to swing the broadsword he carried in the open wedge Arminas had made once more, but he was too slow. Gil-galad spun Aeglos in a wide arc and smacked the elf in the midsection with the haft. Lemandir went down with a —satisfying, Elaniel had to admit — thump against the stones.

Finally, only Arminas and Gil-galad remained. Arminas clearly relied on speed and feints. He taunted Gil-galad, dancing in and out of range. Arminas wielded dual swords, no shield, and moved like a dancer. Gil-galad moved to make a quick side slash, but Arminas was faster. 

“Dagranno!” He called out at Gil-galad, dancing just out of Aeglos’s reach again. “Too slow, anára! Tired? Or have you sat so long at a desk that you’ve lost your skill?”

Elaniel raised an eyebrow at that…old man? 

Gil-galad adjusted his stance, swapping the haft of his spear between his hands as he faced Arminas again. Despite the taunting, he did not advance, but instead pulled back to give himself more space – and to make Arminas work harder for contact. But Arminas was fast, ducking low to close the distance and aiming a quick upward slash toward Gil-galad's side. 

Gil-galad knocked the haft of his spear up into Arminas's thigh, breaking his rhythm, and followed with a slashing strike to Arminas’s arm from above. The blow knocked one of the two swords free and sent Arminas reeling backward. The clang of metal rang through the air. Before Arminas could recover, Gil-galad stepped inside his guard and pinned him to the ground, Aeglos hovering a finger's breadth or two from Arminas’s throat. He kicked the remaining sword to the side, sending it clattering across the stones.

"Cúnanín," Gil-galad’s voice was dangerously calm, betraying no hint of the physical strain he just exerted. 

But, Elaniel noticed, his eyes were wild. His chest was heaving and long strands of brown hair stuck to the sides of his neck. She could see the white tension in his knuckles where he gripped the haft.

Arminas’s eyes darted to his left. He was a hand’s breadth away from the hilt of a dropped sword. 

“Áva-a-a,” Gil-galad tutted, a warning in his tone. He placed a foot on Arminas’s wrist and moved Aeglos even closer to the elf’s throat. The silver point did not waver. 

"Cúnanín," Gil-galad commanded again.

Yield. 

Bend to me.

Elaniel blinked as an unexpected bolt lanced through her at the sight of him, drenched in sweat, dominant and demanding to be obeyed. She was suddenly quite curious about other contexts in which he might give a command to yield, and she felt her face redden. 

“Cúnatyë,” Arminas said finally, breathing heavily as he lifted his free hand in surrender. “Cúnatyë.”

Gil-galad held his gaze for a moment more before hefting the spear up and extending a hand, a smile on his face. Arminas took it gratefully and stood, wiping dirt off his hands. 

“Well played!” Arminas said with enthusiasm. 

“I was fortunate with my reach today,” Gil-galad replied, shifting Aeglos to rest on his other shoulder. 

“Another round?” Alenya questioned, her head peeking around Arminas’s shoulder from the benches. “Or no time today?”

“Unfortunately not, Alenya, but I appreciate the offer. I’ll return for a longer session in two days.” He paused. “Four instead of three, next time. Oh, and at night, perhaps?”

“You got it!” she called out, walking back to the barracks area with Lemandir. 

Elaniel watched as Arminas reracked his weapons and began resetting the training ring. What she had just seen was so different from Celebrimbor’s approach in Eregion. Eregion had soldiers who fought for the city’s protection, just as Gil-galad did. But Lord Celebrimbor typically gave orders during exercises she had seen from a more secure position. She did not believe he was the type of man to practice one on one sparring – his hands were too valuable to his craft, she assumed, and it would be foolish to risk it – but perhaps he had. 

However, she knew Celebrimbor had never fought as Gil-galad just had. Certainly not against three fully-trained warriors at once with unprotected blades.  

Gil-galad jogged up to where Elaniel was standing next to the wall of the ring, Aeglos cradled on his shoulder. “I was not sure if you could join us in the city today. I’m pleased to see you.” His smile lit up his face. “Since you built the watchtower barracks, I thought you should see some of the training exercises.”

She almost raised an eyebrow. I know that excuse. I came up with it.….He knows exactly how he looks when he wields that spear.  

She was not going to complain. 

Well, not about that, anyway. 

“I understand the need to train for battle,” she began, hoping he could not tell from her tone that she did not. “But why with uncovered weapons?” She challenged him, jerking her head in the direction of the leather guards. 

He paused for a moment, his smile slipping slightly. “It would not be wise to train differently from how I will fight on the battlefield, particularly with a double-bladed weapon like Aeglos. Leather guards add weight and throw off my balance.”

Battlefield. 

She held back a sigh. Her face always gave her away. “It looked dangerous when they all… it surprised me that all three attacked at once.” 

Genuine confusion was on his brow as he looked at her. “Does something trouble you, Elaniel?”

Battlefield. 

She swallowed, forcing herself to turn the moment to something more lighthearted. “I merely feared for Arminas’s throat. He’s one of the only people on your council I enjoy speaking with, so please spare him.”

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles. He charged right past her attempts at lightheartedness, seeming to catch her own version of a feint and sidestep it skillfully. 

“I know it can be a surprising thing to see fighting without restraint, but we are all experienced in battle.” 

Battle. Experienced. 

She nodded, hating that she had felt a pang of fear over practice with his close soldiers, people he had fought alongside. Hating that she knew he could sense she felt that fear. 

He’s fine, he’s standing right here, there isn’t…. He’s fine. There is no battlefield yet.

Yet.

The warmth of his hand anchored her as he searched her face. A small smile as he dipped his head to catch her gaze. “Elaniel. All of us are safe,” he said simply. 

He was trying to call her back from some new, worried corner of her mind, a corner she had not yet explored. She met his gaze after a moment. 

“Yes, of course. Of course! I just hadn’t expected uncovered weapons,” she said with a small shrug and a half smile. “A surprise, nothing more,” she lied. 

Gil-galad nodded slowly. “Indeed, and no harm was done. Except for Alenya’s ego. She is not usually the first to fall.”

Elaniel laughed lightly, shoving the thoughts out of her mind. Tamping them in a box to look at later or, ideally, never. 

“I would also note: I beat all three of them,” Gil-galad continued, pride creeping into his tone. “Soundly, too. And I’ll win again later this week. And the next.”

And she shifted from fear to mild exasperation at his —  obnoxious and clearly well-founded — arrogance. 

This man…

“Well, if you’re a more skilled and competent fighter than most, why do you have guards with giant shields who follow you everywhere?” she asked, more lightly this time, a hint of teasing in her tone. 

Gil-galad smiled, his eyes crinkling with delight. “They are near me because it is a great honor to serve as a Guard of Lindon. And because it’s not practical for me to wear a sword with the robes,” he added. “Robes, I have found, are a large part of leadership.

“Are you able to stay,” he asked, tone tentative. “I…my schedule could be open this evening.”

Could be? Or is?

Either way, she could not stay despite wanting to. “I would like to, but Halion has come from Imladris to help review our safety procedures after a minor scaffolding accident. I meet with him this afternoon to prepare. Lord Ristarion would like the opportunity to ask questions.”

Elaniel saw a flicker of frustration cross Gil-galad’s face. Not something he often showed openly, and certainly not often at her.

She tilted her head. “I am sorry I can not stay, Gil-galad. I wish I could.”

Gil-galad smiled down at her, shaking his head. “It’s not that. I understand, and though I wish to see you today, I am confident we will spend many afternoons together in the future.”

She felt her face flush again. 

“I have had some delicate conversations with Lord Ristarion lately,” Gil-galad continued, picking his words carefully like the politician he was – something he also did not do often with Elaniel. When he spoke this way, he was not trying to deceive her – but he was trying to deflect something.

“Despite the need for unity among our people, especially now, some of the elven lords are sowing confusion and rumor. All will end well, but I fear I am not controlling my frustration at the mention of his name, if you’ve noticed it,” he ended with a sigh.

Maybe I notice more than most.

He held the spear out to admire its razor sharp edge and pretended to think. “Perhaps my calls for unity would be answered more quickly if I held Aeglos while I asked.” 

The thought of him bringing a nine-foot weapon to the council meeting made her burst out laughing, her delight echoing throughout the training ring. “I’ll have to borrow it for some of my meetings. Should make design sessions much faster.”

“Mmm, we could get you your own,” he said, evaluating her height, sizing her up as a fighter. “Aeglos may be a little long for you,” he said, cocking his head. “We will forge a new spear for you. I will instruct you in the basic fighting stances.”

“Throwing chisels works well enough in a pinch,” she replied cheerfully. “I should take my leave, though, as Halion will be expecting me.” She moved around one of the seats toward the walkway down to the street.

“Oh, and Aeglos is a glaive, not a spear. Show your weapon some respect, Gil-galad.”

She saw his eyebrows raise in surprise as she started to walk away, his laughter trailing after her. 

That was a fun fact. 

Her heart felt lighter. 

For now. 

//

Elaniel found herself back in the council hall, one of her most-frequented spaces in Lindon apart from the stonemasons workshop. But today, she barely had time to admire the strong, carved stone arches or detailed wood carving. 

Today would be a somber discussion. 

The accident lingered in her mind – and this would be her opportunity to discuss it. The fortifications council – Valar, this city loves councils and committees – was composed of all the advisors, lead craftsmen, healers and leaders working on the Lindon and Imladris building projects. They all gathered around the polished stone table in the council hall. Among the lords, familiar faces offered reassurance. Halion, now a reluctant ally turned supporter, and Arminas, who gave her a brief, encouraging nod. And she knew Elrond, of course, who was the head of the council in Gil-galad’s stead. 

However, Lord Ristarion, seated at the far end of the council, regarded her with thinly veiled disdain. He cut an imposing figure, tall even among the Eldar. His hair, a shade of pale gold, was pulled back to reveal sharp, angular features. He wore robes of deep crimson edged with silver embroidery – somehow gaudy even in Lindon. 

Elrond stood at the head of the polished stone table, raising a hand for silence, which quickly fell. "We are gathered today to discuss the incident at the tower project site and explore ways to strengthen safety protocols moving forward." 

He continued, his gaze steady as it swept across the gathered lords and advisors. "The facts are as follows: Three weeks ago, two workers fell from a collapsed section of scaffolding at the southern watchtower site, which resulted in minor wounds. The workers involved have taken full responsibility for the incident, admitting they knowingly used the unsafe scaffolding to, quote, ‘save time’ in their work that day. Chief Mason Elaniel, upon learning of this accident, immediately ordered an independent review of all safety procedures on the site to ensure no further lapses occur."

Elrond's tone softened slightly, though his posture remained upright and composed. "This council is called to address how best to prevent future accidents. Our focus must remain on fortifying Lindon’s defenses while ensuring the well-being of all workers." He gestured toward Elaniel briefly. "I thank Master Elaniel for her diligence in this matter." 

With a subtle nod, Elrond sat, signaling the topic was open for discussion.

Ristarion wasted no time. "Master Elaniel," he began, his tone sharp, "as lead stonemason of Lindon’s fortifications, you bear responsibility for the safety of your workers, do you not?”

Elaniel nodded, opening her mouth to agree, but Rastarion pushed on, his tone taking a nasty edge. 

“It seems your ambitions have exceeded your capabilities, Stonemason." 

The accusation hung in the air. Elaniel felt a flare of anger but fought for her composure. Ambitions?! Her nails scraped against her palm, hand curling into a fist against the cold tabletop. She knew her cheeks were red but she did her best to hold in a glare.

Before she could respond, Halion  — Halion? — leaned forward in his seat. "I will speak to Head Master Mason Elaniel’s capabilities," Halion started loudly, his voice firm, "and I must respectfully disagree with you, my Lord. I’ve seen Master Elaniel’s craft for a year now, and it’s better than I’ve seen in my twelve hundred years honing my trade. I would trust her with the lives of my workers." 

He gave a small grunt as he leaned back, arms crossed. 

That was Halion’s way of saying his word was final and there was no more to discuss. And it was as close to sappy as she’d ever heard the gruff elf come. 

But that tone had never worked on her, and she could see it wouldn’t work now on the elven lord in front of him. Ristarion’s expression darkened, but Elrond jumped in first.

"Indeed. Master Elaniel is, I believe, the only member of our council in an Age to have had her fortifications tested under siege.” Elrond paused. “Her designs have strengthened Lindon’s defenses significantly. Perhaps we would be wise to focus—"

“—Was it wisdom that led to her appointment, Lord Elrond,” Ristarion interrupted swiftly, turning his head toward Elrond. “Or something else?” He glared for a moment before pressing on. “We must take action in light of this grievous mistake.” 

Something steely entered Elrond’s soft gray eyes, and his jaw clenched. Tension filled the air.

She had spoken with Elrond privately about as often as she had with Arminas – less, in fact, as Lord Elrond was often in Imladris and sent Hallion to stand in for the fortification council meetings on occasion. Yet, despite not knowing him well, she knew this was out of character for the polished young elf. Elaniel’s eyes shot over to Ristarion, her eyebrows raising. 

There was another conversation happening that she could sense, but could not understand. 

Elrond waved an arm and ducked his head, almost in defeat. “We are here to discuss additional safety recommendations. The workers involved have declared it was their decision alone that led to the accident.” 

A small pause.

And then, just as Ristarion opened his mouth, Elrond intentionally and quite obviously cut him off. “What would you have us do, Lord Ristarion? Re-bandage their healed wounds? Repair the torn scaffolding? I believe Master Elaniel has already done so. Why have you called this council to discuss a few bruises?” 

“What I would do is offer a choice to those gathered. I argue this error in her judgement is more than enough cause to remove her from her appointed position on this council,” Ristarion said loudly, standing from his seat. 

Confusion vied with anger in Elaniel’s mind. 

For the first time in an Age, confusion won. 

While she acknowledged the shadow of war caused her and her workers to push themselves, these builders were not severely hurt. They decided the reward of time saved at the end of a long day was worth the risk of an accident – or low enough to take the gamble. And though they lost that bet, they did correctly assess that they would not be badly hurt if something did go wrong. 

They made a decision to bend a safety rule – something not unheard of in the skilled trades. And it did not go as expected – something not unheard of in the skilled trades.

It was upsetting to know her workers were hurt, but some broken bones and scrapes on an active buildsite were not outrageous occurrences.

The meeting, however…

A meeting to discuss the incident? Yes. An anonymous inquiry to determine how workers across her worksites view her management? Yes. A thorough review of all safety standards on sites and appointment of additional foremen to ensure all workers place safety over timelines? What she came to ask for, in fact. 

But a motion to dismiss her over a broken wrist and some bruises felt….targeted. Gil-galad mentioned frustration with Lord Ristarion, but Elaniel did not even know the man. She had spoken to him with Halion as part of joint discussions for the watchtowers once, maybe twice. He had seemed bored during their brief chats. 

Nothing to suggest this new-found ferocity around safety procedures. Nothing to suggest he knew of her ambitions enough to speak of them. 

She opened her mouth, but Ristarion cut her off. 

“The incident occurred under Elaniel’s leadership. Perhaps her lack of foresight is to blame, if she has so thoroughly convinced you of her skill. We cannot risk further so-called accidents when the lives of Lindon are at stake."

Arminas, once again clad in the reserved robes of an elven lord Elaniel had become accustomed to, spoke softly. "Mistakes can happen in any endeavor, Lord Ristarion, foresight or not. I do not believe this council would hold me responsible for every minor sparring injury that occurs under my command. We would never leave this hall."

The group of advisors around the table tutted in quiet amusement at that.

"I have never ignored the safety of my workers or prioritized haste over their well-being," Elaniel cut in, her tone steady but firm. "I take responsibility for this accident and for ensuring such risks are not taken at my worksite again. My decisions are made on the advice of the masons I trust – the builders on this council,” she added, gesturing to her colleagues. 

And we do not consider the opinions of a pompous heconna who has never correctly wielded a tool – any tool – in his life….

Ristarion ignored her, smiling warmly as he addressed the room – a father telling his children what is best. "I motion the council to consider Elaniel’s removal from this position, for the safety of all involved." 

She let her gaze settle on the faces around her, willing herself to be steady. 

They trusted her. They knew her. This man did not. 

"If the integrity of my skill and leadership is to be judged among my peers, I welcome it." Her words hung in the air as she spread her hands. “I am capable of mistakes. I defer to my colleagues on the stonemasons council. Should you call for my removal – if you believe I have made a grievous mistake – I will step aside immediately.”

The tension in the room shifted. Elrond gave her a brief, almost imperceptible nod of approval, his eyes flicking down quickly.

There was much, much more she wanted to say. But something held her back, and she almost laughed at the feeling. 

Not every problem is a nail.

Ristarion rose from his seat. “The stonemasons council is not the only interested party in this matter. Do I hear a second to the motion? From any council member?” and for a moment, the room was silent as he waited. 

No one did.

The silence stretched until Ristarion’s smile wavered. Some of Elaniel’s fellow stonemasons and builders crossed their arms or raised their eyebrows as they looked at him. The head of the healer’s council, a Silvan elf named Nestoril, shook her head.

It was clear the other lords and advisors agreed that a few bruises were not cause for dismissal. 

Finally, Elrond spoke. "It seems the council is not inclined to pursue that course of action at this time, Lord Ristarion. Let us return to the matter at hand— the continued safety of all workers."

Ristarion’s gaze flicked to Elaniel, but she met it without flinching. He stood abruptly, brushing down his robes. "Very well. It appears my concerns are noted but not heeded." 

“Apologies for the disruption, all,” Elrond said with less grace than he usually managed. “Master Elaniel, did you mention you had requests for the watchtower worksites?”

Elaniel blinked quickly to clear her head, her gaze following as Ristarion’s robes flashed a deep crimson, whipping behind him as he strode out of the council hall. 

“Ah, yes, Lord Elrond, thank you. In collaboration with Halion, we’ve requested the additional foremen and safety advisors for each site,” she said, sliding a piece of paper to Halion, who handed it to Elrond. 

“We discussed with the foremen on the accident site, and the coming conflict has caused a sense of urgency – one across every level of worker,” Halion started.

//

As the council adjourned and the advisors began to leave, Elaniel exhaled, tension ebbing from her frame. Elrond lingered in the far corner of the hall, gesturing for her to join him near one of the tall windows.

"You handled yourself well," he said, his voice low. "Lord Ristarion’s antics are tiresome, but predictable."

Elaniel nodded, gazing out of the window. "Did a stonemason break his heart? Repeatedly?” she asked sarcastically.

“I would not give credence to his concerns,” Elrond said calmly. "You have earned your place here through merit, not favor. The council confirmed that today, and their refusal to even discuss his so-called concerns was heartening.” 

She tilted her head, turning to face Elrond directly. “But why me, why today, and why over a relatively routine accident? Surely this is not how every worksite accident is handled in Lindon?”

Elrond’s expression grew thoughtful. "Partially, it is politics. Lord Ristarion seeks to undermine High King Gil-galad in front of the other lords, and you are an easy avenue for that.”

Confusion flashed across her face. “Why am I an easy avenue to undermine Gil-galad?” She glanced away, brows knit together, her eyes darting as if looking for a connection. “I am not positive he even knows the specifics about this incident, because it is so minor. I barely mentioned it to him.”

And then it was Elrond’s turn to shift uncomfortably and look away. “There have been... rumors of your relationship with the High King—implications that you cloud his judgment."

Heat rose to Elaniel’s cheeks, and her voice turned into a hiss. "There is no relationship with Gil-galad," she protested.

He cocked an eyebrow. 

She cocked an eyebrow back. 

There should be but there is not. Believe me, Elrond, I would know.

“Gil-galad goes by another name, Elaniel,” Elrond said as he crossed his arms, his tone firm but not unkind. “The High King of the Noldor has taken to spending evenings in your workshop,” Elrond’s eyes never left hers. “Royal guards have become a rather conspicuous addition to the stonemasons’ hall front steps. Let us not pretend.” 

She blinked. He brought guards to the workshop? 

“Elrond, I…I honestly could not tell you the intricacies of the decisions he makes. I do not know enough of this,” she said dismissively, waving an arm behind her at the stone table, “to sway him. We discuss our days. He says he seeks space away from the palace, and I have been…happy to provide it.” Her cheeks flushed again, but she forced herself not to look away from Elrond’s face. 

He paused, his voice softening. “The closeness between you is clear to those who have the opportunity to observe Gil-galad closely, as I have. I am…I am grateful he has found it. That he has found you.” Elrond frowned then. “Yet, I would share a word of caution: Ristarion’s claims are false. However, Elaniel, please do not be confused. You do exert influence over our high king.”

“I do not seek to–”

"— Whether you seek it or not, you must be able to admit to yourself that you can influence him. And not just as Gil-galad, but as the High King of all elves, preparing us for battle. They are parts of the same man and you must acknowledge both. And I would advise that it is worth considering how you wish to proceed.” His lips pursed, as though he had more to say, but he held back. “Master Elaniel,” he said, dipping his head before brushing past her quickly. 

And for the second time in a day, she was left watching the robes of an angry elf flick through the doorway while she stood in this hall, utterly confused at where she had gone wrong.  

//

Elaniel sat at her desk in the back corner of the workshop, staring at a blank sheet of paper. She was supposed to be sketching. She had broken three pieces of charcoal and two chalk sticks, so now she was staring at the paper instead.

Lord Ristarion’s insults and the implication that her skills were inadequate bothered her, yes. 

But her conversation with Elrond was much more upsetting. 

He granted her the realization that she had become a piece in a political game she hadn’t agreed to play. The thought bit at her. Her own workshop no longer felt safe. 

That Lord Ristarion, and some other unknown number of lords, were hoping to challenge Gil-galad’s leadership. To question him as he prepared to lead armies to battle, and they were using the unspoken connection between Gil-galad and Elaniel to do it.

And beneath the anger of having her all of that, one word bounced in her head. 

Battle. 

Battlefield. 

If she said it to herself often enough, the sounds lost all meaning. 

battleBattlefieldbattlefieldBattleFieldbattleFIELDBattleBATTLEbatt—

And with every syllable, she imagined Gil-galad — this confusing, serious, strong, handsome man -– hers— on a battlefield. She could see it in her mind: Aeglos spinning in his hands, dancing with him in bright afternoon light, fast but not fast enough. Strong but not strong enough. She saw him fallen, covered in blood, his eyes open but unseeing. His fëar returned to the Undying Lands while his broken body remained. 

Staring into the hearth next to her, she felt tears sting in her eyes at the thought. 

Gil-galad had been in Eregion. He was captured and almost died in Eregion. The stonemasons shared stories while they worked. They were in awe at how their High King and soldiers snatched any type of victory, despite such heavy losses. She knew how many orcs he had slain. She knew what had happened to him that day, despite not seeing it. Despite not talking to him about it.

But while she fled, she had seen the bodies of fallen elves around the walls in Ost-en-Edhil. Dozens. Maybe more. Covered in mud and the thick black blood of the orcs they had slain. 

Dead. 

Dressed in the same gleaming armor he wore. 

The thoughts kept bouncing in her mind. She wanted to scream, her heart was  already beating so loudly she could hear blood roaring in her ears. 

The love I feel is…so strong. The fear of losing him...is so strong.

Would she never have him to ensure she never lost him? 

But she knew their fëa were winding together, even if they hadn’t taken the vows. 

She suddenly understood the fear gripping her heart. 

The Eldar did not wed in times of strife. 

And this was why. 

//

And that same fear was also why Elaniel found herself at the council hall’s side door in the middle of the night, cheeks bright as the cold autumn air nipped at her cheeks. 

“I’m Master Stonemason Elaniel. I need to speak to High King Gil-galad,” she said firmly. “Now.”

The guards at the entrance exchanged hesitant glances. They “knew” her in the sense that she had been coming to the council halls for a year, but “knew” wasn’t enough to grant entry to their High King, unannounced, in the middle of the night. 

“Please ask whomever you need to ask. I will wait, or I can try to find his study from here and throw rocks at his window, but I will speak to him tonight, Lieutenant, I assure you,” she said with a half smile despite the ice in her tone.  

But as she expected – and hoped, actually, considering they were guarding him - they asked her to wait. One guard left, likely to find Gil-galad’s secretary.  

Elaniel had never been one to wait, much less wait when something could be done now. The frustration of unanswered questions had driven her here. She started to second-guess herself, if he…but, well…she was already here. 

And after this, he will know I am ridiculous, and we will be done with it. But I won't play games. 

The guard returned and, with a slight nod, invited Elaniel to follow. They wound through the unfamiliar hallways of the palace, footsteps echoing loudly on the polished stone floors until they reached a large set of doors. 

The guard knocked and stepped back.

Gil-galad himself opened the door, a trace of surprise flickering across his face. He was dressed in a simple blue tunic and breeches, his hair slightly tousled and damp as if he'd had a bath recently. But his surprise quickly gave way to a welcoming smile.

"Master Elaniel," he greeted, his voice carrying a blend of curiosity and delight. “Please come in. Thank you,” he nodded to the guards, dismissing them. 

She stepped inside, her expression resolute as he closed the door behind them. Before he could speak, she started. "Elrond mentioned Lord Ristarion is playing a game to challenge you and that I’m involved, but he didn’t give me details. I came here because I would like you to explain it—all of it—right now." 

Her words were direct, her eyes unyielding as she faced him.

To her surprise, he laughed.

“Elaniel, you’re freezing, look at you,” he said, cupping her very cold face with his hands, thumbs rubbing gently over the apples of her cheeks. 

As much as she wanted to lean into the warmth of him and never move, her eyes stayed focused. “Gil-galad.”

“I will tell you everything, of course,” he said softly, "We are past pretense." His thumbs grazed her cheeks once more before he removed his hands to help her take off her cloak. He laid it on the back of the chair and motioned for her to sit. “Would you like some wine?”

“Does it come with answers?” Elaniel shot back quickly.

Stop stalling, Gil-galad.

“Yes,” he said with a light laugh, moving to the sideboard to pour the glasses. “Elrond mentioned in passing at dinner that Lord Ristarion caused you both difficulty earlier. I hoped to hear your thoughts on the encounter before sharing what I have observed,” he said, padding over to her with the wine glass. He nudged the glass toward her when she maintained her steely glare. 

“He did, indeed. He motioned for my removal in front of the full council,” Elaniel replied tightly. “It would not be appropriate to share my thoughts in a palace built by your forefathers,” she finished angrily.

Gil-galad sat in the chair opposite her, cradling his glass in his broad hands. He laughed lightly for a moment. “Knowing my forefathers, they may appreciate hearing some inappropriate thoughts in this place.” His expression showed full, unrestrained frustration now. “It pains me that your integrity was questioned as part of a political game. For that I am sorry, Elaniel.”

Elaniel exhaled, forcing herself to unclench her fingers from the wine glass, which she set down on the side table. “That is why I am here so suddenly,” she admitted. “Ristarion’s insinuations weren’t just about my skill, it was—”

“You have more than demonstrated your worth,” Gil-galad said firmly, leaning forward slightly. “Ristarion is playing a game to sow division, and I…find myself quite angry that he’s dragged you into it.”

Elaniel took a deep drink from the wine glass, bracing herself. “Please explain the game, Gil-galad. Elves in my craft are of a straightforward nature, and we do not play intrigue. We throw chisels or punches or parties, and none of them by surprise. What is he trying to do?”

Taking a breath, Gil-galad leaned back in his chair. “Ristarion seeks to build a cohort of like-minded elven lords to usurp me as High King, or, at the very least to make my role of uniting the other Noldor-led realms more difficult in an attempt to solidify his own political power. If he can force me into a corner where I need his help to finalize an alliance, he can increase his own power quickly.” He took another sip of wine, his voice becoming even more businesslike. “The timing of our meeting and...relationship has presented him with an opportunity. He has any of three messages to whisper in the ears of the other elven lords: either I am letting a stonemason’s coy charms distract me or I am an anxious new husband or I am a rejected, lovesick fool.”  

And there it was.

Elaniel nodded slowly. “If he keeps playing this…game. Using me. Will he win?”

There was a brief silence, the crackle of the fire filling the room. He hesitated, glancing away for a moment before continuing, his voice quieter. “No, he will not win. But neither will he stop. Today you showed him, loudly and in front of a half a dozen elven lords, that you will not allow him to use the ‘charmed by a stonemason’ play. He will now look for another angle to attack you and, through you, me. As long as you are close to me, you will be part of his focus.”

So this was the second side of the coin. The other half of the bargain.

Gil-galad would be bound to a simple stonemason. And all that comes with it. Elaniel would be bound to a king. And all that comes with it. 

And he is not making it sound like an appealing job. 

“If you wish, I can stop visiting you.” He hadn’t met her eyes. His voice was raw. “It may stop the rumors,” he muttered half-heartedly. “Give you peace to work, at the very least. We could…I could stop.”

Elaniel blinked, surprised by his suggestion. For a moment, she considered it – truly considered it –  then shook her head. 

I may lose him in battle. I will not lose him due to the whisperings of a heconna.

“No,” she said thoughtfully. “Right now, I think we are not viewing the issue objectively.” 

He met her eyes at that, a question on his face. "Oh?"

“The problem is ‘us against Ristarion,’ not ‘Ristarion against Elaniel’ or ‘Ristarion against Gil-galad.’ We should approach it in the same way. What do we need?” 

She hesitated. They often seemed of one mind and she had just burst into his chambers in the middle of the night, but it was bold to suggest… 

“I don’t think you should visit the workshop again.” She saw his face fall. “We don't need the workshop, we need a space to work together than gives us privacy. Could I… simply bring my work here instead?” she ended awkwardly. "Or would that be worse?"

Gil-galad’s face softened, and a faint blush crept into his cheeks. “That’s…a generous offer,” he said, smiling. "I would be very grateful if you did. The palace is designed for discretion; it would solve one of our problems."

She smiled back, feeling some of the tension in her shoulders ease. “Thank you, Gil-galad. I…I would not lose our time together.“

She knew she was blushing deeply, but she did not care. 

Gil-galad stood, taking her empty wine glass and his back to the sideboard. He paused, not quite looking at her. “You are welcome to call me Ereinion when we are alone, if you wish.”

A thrill ran through her, as it did every time he asked her to be closer to him in some way. 

“Ereinion,” she stood and paced slowly in front of the fireplace. She tried his name, a smile blooming across her face, her tone teasing. “Ereinion. Ereinion. Although…. I have only just become accustomed to ‘Gil-galad’—”

“—over six months now–”

“—And both ‘Gil-galad’ and ‘Ereinion’ take longer to say than ‘high king’— ” 

“—a title you rarely use even when you should and never in private—” 

“And yet I suppose I can give you the extra syllable for free.” 

He laughed deeply, moving to stand in front of her. “If you keep a tally, I will reimburse you per syllable. But I fear you will need to say my name many times to be lucrative.”

“Then, Ereinion, I will start immediately, Ereinion, to increase my pay.” She paused. “Ereinion.” 

He laughed again before he reached out, gently brushing the stray lock of hair from her face, his touch lingering longer than necessary. “Is there…” he started but trailed off. He tried again. “Is there a name that you would like me to call you by? Other than Elaniel?”

She looked thoughtful. “My amilessë is Caungaethren.” She shot him a wistful smile. “‘Hard Head.’ I don’t think I would like that…”

Gil-galad raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider. “Mother-names are traditionally quite accurate, or so I have been told. Did your mother have a particular gift for foresight, perhaps?” he asked, tone innocent. 

She shook her head, laughing lightly. “No. And if you have any foresight, you know calling me stubborn will not end well for you.” 

He laughed. “May I call you ilmarë?” he asked tentatively. Starlight.

A smile blossomed across her face, along with the red that so often flooded her cheeks. “Yes, and I would like you to say it often. But on a stonemason’s salary, I’m not going to pay you for it.”

She tilted her head, tapping a finger against her lips. “Though, if you get to make your own name for me, I will make mine for you,” she said in a conspiratorial tone. “It’s only fair, High Ereinion King Galad-gil. Everyone knows that name.” She winked.

His laughter echoed around them, bouncing off the walls, and he scooped up her hands. “Ahhh, I would be very happy if you called me that in council at least once. The confusion would be delightful.” His voice softened, laughter trailing off. “Then what would you call me when we are alone, ilmarënín?”

She thought for a moment. “Medlín,” she nodded to herself, satisfied.

He cocked an eyebrow, pulling her closer by her hands as he asked, “Bearlike?”

“My bearlike one,” she corrected, tilting her head. “You know exactly what you look like in that armor. That’s why you invited me to the training grounds in the first place. I thought we were 'past pretense'?”

He dipped his head in mock humility, and she noticed his cheeks seemed flushed. Gil-galad’s gaze lingered on her, searching her face. 

Without a word, he pulled her close, his warm hands splayed against the small of her back. Her hands came up his arms to rest on his shoulders.

The room grew still, the faint crackle of the fire the only sign that time was passing. He leaned down, his brown eyes searching hers, asking permission. Elaniel felt her breath hitch as she nodded, her hands sliding around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck as she pulled him closer. 

When their lips finally met, it was tentative at first—a whisper of contact, light and careful. But then the hesitancy melted away, and the kiss deepened, breath fanning across each other's face. One hand moved to her hip, anchoring her against him, as his other hand slid up to cup her face, to tilt her closer as their lips parted. 

The world around them seemed to dissolve, the crackle of the fire, the plush carpet beneath her feet, and the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the window fading into the background. 

It was just them, for this fleeting moment—no meetings, no rumors, no crowns.

Just Elaniel and Ereinion, together, as the moonlight glowed around them.

//

Author’s note: 

Elven names (and names in general for Tolkien) are a Big Deal, as evidenced by the fact that everyone seems to have at least five. For elves, the mains are:

The father-name is chosen by the father  near birth and is a public name. 

An amilessë is a mother-name, chosen by the mother after the child has grown a bit and shown their personality. This is also a public name. 

An epessë is an honorific title earned later in an elf’s life, which can then be used as a public name or kept private and shared only with loved ones (like the dwarven names Durin mentioned to Elrond). 

Gil-galad’s father-name, publicly used, was Ereinion. His epessë, publicly used, was Gil-galad (“Star of radiance”), given to him after he became High King due to his armor. We do not know his amilessë. Basically his government name was “High King Ereinion, a.k.a Gil-galad.” 

Galadriel is another great elven name example. Her father-name: Artanis (“Noble woman”); amilessë: Nerwen (“Man-maiden;” positive, comparing her athleticism to an amazon basically); Celeborn’s Quenyan epessë for her: Alatáriel (“Maiden crowned with radiant hair”), which becomes Galadriel when translated to Sindarin. 

We lit’rally call one of the strongest warriors and most famous elvish women by a translation of her husband’s pet name for her pretty hair. And she encourages it because she likes it. She could translate one of her other essë, but she keeps his. They cute.

All of this to say: I made a really big, sappy deal about them both getting *private* epessë from each other because Elven Reasons™.

Also, I found another "swear". Heconna is a neologism (new construct using Tolkien's base language) for bastard.

I am verybad at constructing terms in Sindarin/Quenya. I truly did try, but I am not a wordsmith.

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...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

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"Omg Yamada is so attractive"

Haha YEAH OBVIOUSLY HE OF COURSE IS THE MOST ATTRACTIVE ONE

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The Fugitive (1993) // Mission Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015)

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Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

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aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

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“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

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“Haaah…Toji—Mmmm!“

“Shhh, I’m right here, sweetie…Did’ya sleep well?”

It’s not unusual for you to be asleep when Toji returns home from work, especially when he’s been away for more than three nights. 

But, fuck, when he returns home, all he can think about is having your soft frame in his starved grasp.

You lay so peacefully on his bed, your man watching the rise and fall of your figure and listening to your snore while he quietly enters the room. Once he drops his stuff down, he’ll crawl up to be atop you, emerald eyes scanning every feature of your beautiful face he wants to kiss so badly. 

And the truth is that you’re just as touch starved as he is, left here to await his return while he’s doing God-knows-what (you’re unaware of his assassin gig) and worrying about his absence. But when you awake to the smooth sensation of your lips being pressed on, you don’t scream or holler; far from that. Instead, you kiss back and open your sleepy eyes to see the grown man above you. 

“To…ji?” Your voice is strained with exhaustion yet curious. 

The dark-haired man shushes you with his lips onto yours, moaning with you while his hands spread your legs for him to lay comfortably between. “Missed ya, mama,” his gruff voice so low that your stomach immediately flips at the erotical tone. 

“I missed you, too,” you admit in between smooches, and you melt when he cups your cheeks to keep your face with his. “Missed you so…Hmmm…”

More kisses have you relax, his scarred mouth trailing down to suck on the skin of your neck to listen to more of your sweet gasps. “Yeah? My baby missed me?” You chew your lips as he whispers in your ear, and your hips instinctively move at the motion of his hand, palming the groin of your shorts. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout me while I was gone? ‘Cuz I sure was.” 

“Yesss,” your answer slurred by the lick and kiss to your helix. “Yes, I ha—Aaah!”

His hand sneaks inside the hem of your shorts, not surprised to meet your bare cunt with his fingers. Your wetness instantly coats the rough pads of his fingertips as he nestles between your labia. “Thinkin’ ‘bout me so much that y’re all wet like this?” You can practically hear the grin uplifting the scar on his lips. “Hmm? Ya miss Daddy so much that you touch y’rself while I’m gone, huh?”

Your eyes are sewn shut at the sensation of your folds being fingered, and your lips ajar once Toji inserts his middle finger. Wiggling the digit around, scratching your walls with the blunt of his fingertips, it has you wail softly. “Yessss, missed you—Oooh! S..So much, Daddy…”

“Heh, dirty lil’ thing,” Toji’s finger goes faster, and the raven-haired man enjoying your shrieks gets a little louder, and your breath halts at his ring finger teasing your entrance. “Tell Daddy how much ya missed me.”

You arch your back at the insert of the other digit; your fatigue vanishes with every graze of the two fingers. “Haaah…Miss how you kiss me—Ahh!” He toys with your clit with the brush of his thumb. “H-How good you–Mmnn!–make me feel…” He kisses your forehead; the gentleness contrasting with the salacious squelches from your shorts causes a haze.

“Yeah? Ya like when I make ya feel good?” His fingers go faster, and the presses on your clitoris go frequently. “Just like?”

“Mmnoooh,” Toji kisses you again, this time more passionately with tongue exploring your mouth; you twitch around his digits as they curl and rub. “I…Love it!”

Toji chuckles. “That’s what I wanna hear, sweet thing,” and he removes his hand from your shorts to lick your fluids clean. “‘Cuz I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout makin’ you feel good on my way here.”

He discards your bottoms to the bedroom floor seconds before he unzips his pants and brings them down with his boxer briefs. Toji has his dick free for you to marvel at, the nether limb not yet fully erected, yet the quick pulse of it has your mouth water. He slaps the tip onto your leaky chasm; the sight makes your vagina throb. So much so that you clamp tighter as he pushes the soft tip into you. “Relax fr’ me, mama,” he coaxes you through, gradually pushing every inch of him inside. “Daddy’s gotcha, ‘kay?”

You howl inaudibly, furrowed brows as the base of his cock kisses your folds. And when he grinds his pelvis down? Jesus, you grip the sheets to serve as reins; contracts around his girth are inevitable. 

“Fuck,” he curses above you. “So warm and tight like always…”

When he begins to move, it’s at a slow pace. The feeling of his dick pushing into and pulling out of you so sensually is so erotic to your senses, especially witnessing the thing burrowing inside your warmth with your own eyes. Oh, my God, you can feel it getting stiffer, making your excitement dial-up.

The member goes firmer with every stroke, and every sensation differs from the last. His shaft stands solid inch by inch, your eyes shooting up as you become fuller by the second. One pull and push has you whimper. Another push and pull, and your toes curl at the stretch of him becoming greater. Another slow push, and you're calling for him with a shaky breath as the tip of his now solid limb lightly jabs your cervix. 

And Toji adores the view under his bow, your body reacting to his erect cock scraping your insides to the point of broken cries. “How ya feelin’, baby?” His sultry voice pulls you in as he increases the speed scarcely. 

“Daahh, s-so full,” the snicker to your ear makes you clamp on him harder. “So good…Nnoohh!! Daddy, st–Ooop! D-Don’t thrust so—” 

“Hmm? What’s up?” You don’t have to open your eyelids to see that the older man above you has a mischievous look after suddenly sneaking a quick rut to your entrance. “What; don’t like it when I go like…this?” Toji’s hips go erratically, the motion making it easy to rub on your inner walls and sweet spots to the point of shrilled shrieks leaving your lips. “Or…this?” He sluggishly pulls himself back where it’s only the tip of his shaft that’s nestled inside you, only for him to snap his hips back in a rushed second. It takes a moment for you to process and let out a scream as the cockhead pokes your delicate cervix with precision. 

Your hands frantically find his shoulders to grip his shirt, “Daddyyy, please, sl–Oooh–Slow down…! If you keep goin’, I’ll cu—….Mmmm!!” Your pleas don’t stop him; they fuel him to keep pounding into you. Balls deep for him to keep probing you with hits to the narrow end again, and your legs wrap around his waist without you thinking. How could you think? Your head kept pounding along with the climb of your orgasm, trembles climbing up your spine. 

“What’re ya holdin' it fr’, huh?” All it takes is Toji to bend to your ear once more, kissing your cheek as his pelvis slams into your aching slit. “Cum, mama. Lemme know how good y’re feelin’.” 

As if on command, your climax hits you hard, like a wave crashing down on your poor form, drowning your senses with euphoria like no other. Your cunt squeezes around Toji’s girth, your nerves spiking to a sensitive high that has you winded and cold for a moment. And the man above you hisses at the flutter of your walls; his rocking cadence slows down to relish the feeling.

You wail in ecstasy; a tiny sharp gasp leaves you from the gentle kiss he places on your forehead. 

“There ya go, sweetie,” he coos with a kiss to the chin before straightening himself. You observe him remove his shirt to dump it onto the floor, and your face becomes hotter when Toji ventures down, where his face gets closer to your wet entrance. “ All wet and ready fr’ me…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[okwonyo]

DAYDREAM, 或 𓈒𓈒 not kissing them.

❛𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𓈒𓈒 ❜

𝒾 ⠀⦂ ⠀ 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ╱ r! 13OO fluff ── non idol au skinship kissing ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ ( 𝑜𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠 )

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀whoever prayed for an okwonyo ot7 work ... hope you enjoy, luvdoll 💗

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HEESEUNG

his favorite part of the day, especially after a very long day of work, is definitely coming home to you. 

he loves to wrap his arms around your form and kiss you softly as a greeting before even speaking. he loves to rush towards you as soon as you open the door in the slightest.

his world totally collapses around him when you dare to dodge his kiss.

mind you, not only his world but his heart too. it drops to his stomach when he tries again and you just do it again. 

his stares at you for a moment. you watch his face slowly fall in a sad frown while you fight the urge to let out the loudest laugh ever. 

“are you mad at me?” the bambi lookalike of a man asks you. it would be like his eyes would grow even sadder and bigger the longer you stay silent, “did i do anything wrong?”

and his voice is so soft— softer than ever due to the tiredness. you sigh fond noises instantly: 

you hold his face softly, as if he was a porcelain doll. “no, hee,” you kiss his pretty nose. “it was just a joke.”

he doesn’t leave you alone afterwards.

JAY

he knows as soon as he sees the malicious look in your eyes.

“give me a kiss,” he tries to be as intimidating as possible— but he has to bite his inner cheek to not smile too widely. 

he leans in, you lean away. his hand on the middle of your back presses your body against his own. 

his soft lips peck your cheek when he tries to kiss you again and you turn your head away.

therefore, the man opts for anything he can kiss instead. his kisses fall against your face like raindrops on a summer night, wet and refreshing. his kisses everywhere soft jaw and gentle neck makes you giggle. 

“jay,” you chuckle. your boyfriend embraces your waist, tight, “no—” there is a giggle from you again. “stop, it tickles.”

of course, he doesn’t listen and you swear his kisses get even wetter by the second. a loud ‘mwah!’  escape from his mouth whenever his mouth finds your skin. 

his entire weight rests on you whereupon your back hits the couch, “give me a kiss.”

you laugh while you try to get him off, “okay, okay.” 

he leaves a loud smooch on your mouth.

JAKE

calmly laying on your back, the soft cushions underneath you, your fingers massage your boyfriend’s hair. 

his head rests on your chest, like a puppy. the way he hums as you move your fingertips tells you that he is so close to drift off and you think he is too calm to not bother a bit. 

you decide that you will start by progressively stopping playing with his hair. the weight of your fingers on his laps gets lighter, and he slowly fully wakes up as it does so. 

when you completely stop, he lifts his huge puppy eyes to you— his eyebrows slightly furrowed as if he was a kicked puppy. 

you pick a confused expression to put on your face, tilting your head slightly to the side before whispering, “what?” 

your boyfriend doesn’t respond— and because he is obvious— you can already predict his next move. 

he gets his lips closer to yours and you do the same. they are almost touching before you pull away by one centimeter. 

then, you pull closer again, to kiss him he thinks, before doing the same. over and over. 

it doesn’t last before he just whines and hides his face in the crook of your neck. 

SUNGHOON

“i am not kissing you,” you state to him. his face's enthusiastic expression drops to a confused frown. “i hope you know that.”

it seems like he is processing the thought of what you just said while you stare at him, arms crossed under your chest. it also seems like the thought never really crossed his mind.

“you are not?” he asks, as if to be sure. you shake your head. “but, why?” 

from the couch, you stare at him. he stands tall, well dressed, his hair are beyond gorgeous and he smells too good to be staying indoors. 

he is fully ready to go, really, if it wasn’t for his goodbye kiss.

“you remember last time?” you question. continuing when he starts to smirk. “you were late to work: again.” and you add, just so it goes through his thick skull. “because we ended up making out.” 

you swear, he can’t just keep his hands to himself for more than one second and it always ends up in a disaster. 

he is still grinning when he talks again, “okay,” he holds his hands in surrender, before putting them behind his back. “see, not touching you.” 

he takes a step closer to you and bends over to put his face, approximately, at the same level as yours, “just one kiss.”

(it ends up not being just one kiss.) 

SUNOO

his hand flies to his heart as soon as you jump away from him. 

to your defense, you weren’t even aware of any sort of presence close to you, and who even just waits behind someone for a kiss. 

you cover your face with your hands, your eyes grow wide— just as melodramatic as the utterly shocked face on the surface of his face.

when shock wears off, a laugh resonate right from deep in your chest, “i’m so sorry,” you tell, reaching for his hands. 

“leave me alone,” he mutters, even though he gladly lets you pull him closer to you. “i don’t want a kiss anymore.”

you giggle, his voice has no bite in it. you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and gets on your tiptoes to be able to plant a kiss on your lover’s cheek. 

you peck him several times, one kiss after the other, his pouty demeanor slowly fading. 

his smile is felt on your lips when you kiss him on the mouth like he was longing for.

JUNGWON

“c’mon,” he tells you, almost pleading with you. 

you are not mad nor annoyed at him, but you like to make him work a little to get what he wants. 

“leave me alone,” you tell him back, pushing him away in the slightest to get out of the kitchen. 

he doesn’t let you go very far anyway, holding your wrist and pulling you right back where you were standing a few moments prior. 

you try to get out of his grip but this man just fights back, “stop!” you chuckle as you try to kick his knee and he dodges it. 

he somehow succeeds in catching both of your wrists to pull you in his embrace and wraps his biceps around your form. his blonde hair brushes on your skin as he leans closer to you. 

you lean the most far you can, but he stills captures your lips with his. 

you think he fought hard enough for what he wants, so you relax in his arms and smooch him back.

RIKI

this boy doesn’t really react when you refuse to kiss him for some—very annoying and stupid, he would qualify— reasons. he just lets it slide, surprisingly smoothly, to your surprise. 

what you are not aware of is that he thinks about it for days, weeks even, at night. looking for the day he can do the same to you.

because, yes, your boyfriend is petty like that. 

so here you are, going in for a kiss. the boy looks at you, waiting for you to be a little close. enough to feel his breath on your mouth. 

he swipes his head away when you almost reach him.

“are you serious?” you huff, incredulously and he ignores you. narrowing your eyes, you stare at him before shrugging, “fine.” 

he looks at the other with his arms crossed and a sulky demeanor until he realizes you are actually not going to kiss him again.

“wait no,” he turns to you, holding your arm to get your attention. “i was joking, come back.”

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[satorudoll]

Baby Gumi giving Toji the sus look when he saw the love bites on Mommy's chest

Toji forgot his baby has sharp senses for a baby and baby thought Toji ate his food or hurt Mommy lol

(im starting to feel like y'all wanna turn this acc into a toji thirst vault)

Megumi always had a habit of looking up at his dad weird, the two year old boy always found his dad weird.

So he would spend most of his time toddling towards you and taking up any free space that was available next to you.

The baby boy loved to be in your arms very much, therefore everytime he woke up to find you already waiting there for him near his crib with a warm smile he'd try to get up on his small chubby legs holding onto the rail guards of the crib then forward one of his hands to make grabby hands at you.

You spent most of the day holding the baby boy in one arm and doing every other chore in your house while your husband was out for work because Megumi absolutely refused to leave your side unless he was in a deep slumber.

But as much competent the little boy was so was his dad, Megumi enjoyed all his fun time with you until it was time for his dad to come back from work, the two year old will get all pouty and fussy as soon as he'll hear the slamming of the front door and a loud "I'm home!" followed by the literal thudding of his dad's running feet.

The baby boy's brows would knit together and his tiny button nose would scrunch in distaste as soon as his dad would pull you away from his side to engulf you in a hug and lay bunch of his dirty smooches on your face.

ew, Megumi would think.

Megumi always got annoyed at his dad for doing these stuff to his mom, believing his mom was just a very nice lady to not turn his dad down.

The little boy knew his fun time was over as soon as his dad was home. He would toddle out of his room and find you sitting alone in the couch, peacefully watching television, then he would proceed to start running towards you almost tumbling in his steps just so he can climb up and sit down next to you.

But then the tall giant will casually walk in and let his entire body fall down horizontally on the couch, immediately planting his head on your thighs as well, leaving literally no space for Megumi.

The two year old boy would pause in literal disgust and shock,

This would get the two year old so mad that he would get down to pick up his toy spoon from the floor and start smacking it on the old man's head who in return would start yelling in surprise at why his son was being such a brat while you try pulling him away from his dad.

Now Megumi thought he has seen all the worst sides of his dad, until, one morning the baby boy wakes up way too early than usual due to a nightmare. Not finding you besides his crib he immediately manages to crawl up by standing on his little pile of plushies.

Megumi was indeed a smart baby.

Tumbling towards his parent's shared bedroom he could hear some weird noises coming as he got closer,

he was sure most of it were your voices though?

But you sounded like you were in pain??

He slowly opens the door which was already a bit agape,

he really couldn't understand what was going on since he was way too small and his vision could only go up so far.

But then he hears the loud sound of what he considered to be a slap along with the rough angry voice of his dad followed by your sobs,

he cannot believe his dad was hurting you ! Oh he always believed his dad was a mad man,

He was definitely worst than the monsters under his crib !

and that's all it takes for the baby boy's bottom lips to quiver and let the loudest wail out,

He felt like that helped because through his blurry vision he sees his dad immediately spring out of the bed, murmuring a string of what you taught him were "bad words" while fumbling around for something.

Your head pops out of the covers as soon as you were done fixing your night gown but the two year old was way too busy crying and rolling fat drops of tears down his red cheeks to realize that you had taken him in your arms.

"Gumi- baby what's wrong- " you try to rock him in your arms but that didn't seem to be helping,

"you are just like me kid, all grumpy early in the morning" His dad tries casually playing it off after slumping down besides you both,

but the 'just like me' causes the baby's cries to get even worst making you pass your husband a mad glare for saying that,

Toji stares at you both offended.

"I'm sorry, mommy wasn't there this morning- Won't happen again honey! I'll play with you all day today, we wont be able to play if you keep crying!" you smile as he starts to slowly quite down at those words.

"What a good little boy" You praise, slowly caressing his head and moving his little black baby hair away from his forehead.

His pout is still on his face as his vision moves down from your face but then it stops,

while Toji was joking at you about how he deserves the 'good boy' title as well and you were busy brushing him off, you both failed to notice the little boy's growing frown as he stared at all the purple bruises around your neck and collar bones.

He feels his vision start to get blurry again and then its there again,

His mouth opens wide showing off the two new set of teeth as he starts crying bloody murder.

You gasp in panic not understanding what had happened again.

As you tried to rock him again he tried getting away from your arms and instead stretching his hand towards his dad as he continued balling his eyes out.

That confused you and Toji,

He has never chosen Toji before for comfort as long as you were there,

But Toji was a little too happy to care,

"Does my little boy wanna be with daddy??" He coos, stretching his arms out for you to hand the baby to him,

"I knew you always had a soft spot for me kiddo" he gushes as soon as he takes his baby boy in his arms.

But the happiness didn't seem to have lasted long, because as soon as Megumi gets close to his dad's face his little hands flung up to grip on the locks of his dad's hair.

"What's u-" He yelps when the baby boy starts to twist and turn his fists while he continues to babble something only another baby could make out and sob like he was the one in pain,

"Oh god- baby you shouldn't do that come here-"

You try pulling Megumi back in your arms, but he is willing to take Toji's head along because he just wasn't loosening his grip.

"Gumi ! mommy will cry if you don't pay attention to her !" You make a pouty face and put your hands on your hips while Toji was busy yelping and cursing not caring that the little boy could hear everything

But that immediately gets the baby's attention because he instantly turns his head around and starts crawling to you as his cries slowly starts dying down.

"Demon child !" Toji points as he runs his hands through the locks of his hair, rubbing at the area that his son almost got him bald at,

You lift the baby up in your arms as you look at Toji,

"and don't you curse again in front of our baby" you knit your brows before turning your attention to the two year old and wiping the tears away from his puffy cheeks.

"So I'm the bad guy here??" Toji questions, looking defeated.

You shrug and walk away with Megumi in your arms who had finally gotten quite.

Oh you and Toji had a lot of explaining to do to this little boy, but that wasn't a headache you both were willing to take for Monday morning.

Maybe later at night, when Megumi will seemingly be a bit less pissed at his dad.

☆ — REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !

[togament]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. sakura, ume, kaji, suo, kiryu, togame.

"ever caught yourself fantasizing how they'd be as your lover? ever wanted to smooch them so badly you just wanna-- look no further, sweetie."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: general FLUFF NATION BABIIIEEEE, a bit of language but only if you squint a little, I made it as gender neutral as possible but pls lmk if I made some mistakes!, our men are lovesick and absolutely down bad BAD, quick mention of bumping uglies, kaji the crowdkiller, brainworm infestation things, bibi went to yap town with togame's.

𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚.

- big on acts of service BUT IS HORRIBLE AT HIDING HOW MUCH HE LIKES DOING STUFF FOR YOU. hear me out. he’d be the one opening doors for you, covering your head with his jacket when it’s raining outside (he’s getting soaked and you nag him about getting sick)…. all that. He’s blushing profusely. When you smile up at him, he immediately smiles back but then he claps a hand over his mouth to hide it. Give him time ok he’ll come around.

- he loves you. of course that’s a given because you’re his lover BUT BUT. he love LOVES you. like a lot. so much that it’s kind of painful, you know what I mean? Like he wants to express it so friggin bad, but he doesn’t know how to. His words escape him, he panics when he makes a move. He’s spent many a night just staring down at you with the most lovestruck eyes while you’re fast asleep. Tears falling from his eyes because he’s so happy you chose HIM of all people. He never thought he’d be worthy of being loved, of being trusted, of being CONSIDERED. You gave all of that to him and more. GOD he loves you.

- is super conflicted about PDA lol sometimes he wants to hold your hand in public, kiss you all over, hug you, but god damn it he’s blushing from head to toe whenever he’s around you. He’s got the cuteness aggression fever but he can’t let it ouuuttttt 🗣️🗣️🗣️

𝐮𝐦𝐞.

- EVERYTHING IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE. Like, if you’re not into physical touch, he’d do something else for you. If you’re not the acts of service type and you wanna do stuff yourself, that’s cool too!!! He can manage!!!! Although he’d want to help you out so bad but…. He’s cheering on you from the sidelines. On that note, he’s your biggest (and loudest) cheerleader! You’d have an achievement and no matter how small or big it is, his friends and neighbors and the random strangers he passes by know about it and how amazing you are. BECAUSE YOU ARE.

- loves it when you help him out in the garden hehehe loves it extra if you know how to take care of the veggies and fruits hehehehe like, you’d be tending to the potted plants and he’s checking for aphids on the other side of the garden. You’re actively pruning the basil the right way so it’d grow bushier, you’re hand pollinating the pumpkins, you even suggested on doing the three sisters method so you’d yield more harvest in the coming months. He may or may not have begged you to marry him once or fifty times every time he’s caught you doing that. (Ofc you’ve said yes once or fifty times lol)

- WORST CUTENESS AGGRESSION FEVER SUFFERER. You cannot convince me otherwise. You’d be doing the most mundane things, walking down the road with him, lounging on the couch with your belly out and body contorted in the most unattractive position, just STANDING THERE….. he’s immediately on you, peppering kisses everywhere his lips can reach, hugging you so close, rubbing his face all over youdbjfjdndnnd CUTENESS AGGRESSION IS UMEMIYA AND UMEMIYA IS CUTENESS AGGRESSION. If he could he’d bite you. He has btw. On multiple occasions. The tiniest, softest chomp though.

- never fails to tell you how much he loves you. On the daily, on the fly, every time he meets your eyes. “I love you” so easily slips from his lips, he expresses it so easily but it never loses its meaning with him. He means it every time he utters those three words. You can feel it too. Just… don’t ask him to elaborate because he’d drop anything he’s doing just to explain to you as to how and why and what and where and—uh oh is he crying?????

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓.

𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢.

- WOULD MAKE PLAYLISTS FOR YOU. Hear me out again. He’s horrible with words ok? Like he’s thorny. He’d say the meanest things accidentally sometimes without him realizing that. So, he makes playlists for you. He’s made one for himself when he first realized he had a crush on you, btw. Don’t tell him I told you. Notice how he’s had his headphones on his head whenever you first started talking to him? Yeah he was listening to it when he saw you passing by. Best music taste btw. Listens to all genres too like he doesn’t discriminate. Get him started on some hardcore bands though, he’s yapping. Eyebrows furrowed. (He likes rowdy places but doesn’t get rowdy? Canonically too? Yeah the man’s outside the pit pushing the crowdkillers away from you. CATCH HIM IN THE PIT THOUGH OH MY GOD THAT’S A CROWDKILLER RIGHT THERE.) on that note, he loves going to gigs with you. You wanna go check a local band? He’s immediately got ticket stubs for their next gig.

- another acts of service guy. You see those tiktoks of girls grabbing something under the table and the guy holding the corner of the table so she wouldn’t accidentally hit it? Or like when you got full hands and you can’t go to open the door, the guy’s materialized beside you, opening it for you? Yeah that’s him. Real subtle about it though. Don’t bring attention to it pls unless you want him to not look at you for a couple of minutes (he’s blushing pls be patient)

- the type to nag at you when you get hurt. Man oh MAN does he nag. He’s gone through one too many fights already so he knows how to patch himself up real nice. But when YOU get hurt, he’s immediately digging through his first aid kit, cleaning your wound and patching you up while nagging you to be more careful next time, what if he wasn’t around to help, what if this what if that grumble grumble. He’s got his lollipop in his mouth btw. Pull it out for a second and GIVE HIM THE BIGGEST SMOOCH TO SHUT HIM UP PLEASE. Sweetest kisses. Both literally and figuratively 🥹

𝐬𝐮𝐨.

- GENTLEMAN GENTLEMAN GENTLEMAN. Oh my god if you don’t want attention drawn to the both of you, never bring Suo out in public!!!!!!!! He does the most for you so effortlessly, so beautifully, people swoon and get jealous because of it. The type to give you flowers too. Not just on special occasions too. And not just flowers in a bouquet. No. The flowers are already arranged in a vase so you wouldn’t have to worry about grabbing a vase yourself. Goodness your normal dates would seem so extravagant when he’s around. You’d be eating at a McDonald’s and you’re looking over at your lover and he looks so dashing and he smells so good and he’s got the softest smile anfjdjjdj UGHHHHHH!!!!!! But if you’re not into flowers, he’d find some other way to express his love for you in a different way. Whatever you’re comfortable with, he’s down for.

- big tease. He likes seeing you squirm and pout when he’s playing a little prank on you. You swear you can see a slight blush on his cheeks when you pout but it’s so so subtle you think it’s the lighting.

- is not afraid to express how much he absolutely LOVES you. If you need reassurance, he’s pulling you to the side to talk about it. If you need him to kiss you more, oh he’s doing THAT AND MORE. If you’re the jealous type, even better. He’s smooching you in front of the person you think is flirting with him. But if you’re not into that intense stuff, he’s pulling you into the conversation, keeping a hand on your waist and looking over to you for an extra opinion. Lays on the “dove”, “my love”, “my sweet”, “my heart”, T H I C K . And I fucking mean THICK.

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐮.

- *dreamy sigh* a fucking dreamboat is what he is. You could never, EVER go wrong with kiryu, man. I swear. A gentleman through and through. Takes you on spontaneous dates, likes going to arcades with you and winning you the biggest plushie!!!! (he’s really good at it), would take you on perfume dates (HE SMELLS GOOD CANONICALLY UGH), would even do your make up for you. Ugh. UGH. He’d be the best partner you could ever ask for. Y’know those perfect couples on tiktok? That’s you and him. But it’s all genuine, baby. That’s just how he loves.

- big on matching outfits. But not the blatant matching ones, no. Like, same color palettes, same textures, YES. YES. The outfit brainstorming is part of your dates too. He’d let you borrow his clothes if you want, he’d even let you spritz some of his most expensive perfumes 😭!!!!

- SKINCARE DATES TOO. WOAH WOAH WOAH. like, he has a AM/PM routine but he'd love to do it with you! he'd suggest all the best stuff for your skin, check if your skin's more on the dry side, oily side, yes. your man knows his shit and it SHOWS. your skin's practically glowing when you're with him. boyfriend air doesn't exist.

- IF YOU NEED REASSURANCE AND A HYPEMAN HE IS YOUR FUCKING GUY I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. God he’d see you looking at yourself in the mirror, fussing over how you look and practically putting yourself down, his heart would break. Like, how could you not see how he sees you? He’s taking you in his arms and telling you everything he absolutely adores about you, how beautiful you are, showering you with praise on the sweetest most kiryu way possible. He’s peppering kisses along your tear streaked cheeks until you’re smiling again. “There’s that smile,” he says as he pulls away, cupping your face in his hands. Ugh he even has the most lovesick puppydog eyes for you. “I love you, alright? So much,” he kisses your forehead, “So, So much.” He whispers into your hairline. GOOOOODDDDDDD 🫂 and did I say HYPEMAN? I mean it. Do a little spin for him in your new clothes and he’s screaming and yelling and taking so much pictures of you!!!!! His instagram feed’s full of you, your couple photos, your dates… practically a fan account of your relationship. He loves you and he loves loving you!!!!!!!!! and if you're the jealous type, he'd be so patient with you. he'd reassure you to the moon and back!!! ofc since he's popular with girls, he'd do his best to reassure you that he only has his eyes on you and you alone.

- gaming nights with kiryu. Oh Gaming Nights With Kiryu please save me gaming nights with kiryu. He’s got a whole set up ready for the both of you, his PS5 hot and ready, snacks opened. It’s a special thing for the both of you too! He decorates his apartment in the theme of the game you’re both playing, horror game? His apartment looks like a horror house. Smash bros? BET. (He’ll be smashing you by the end of the night gehrhhrhehehehHgdhdhs). I know he’s got LED strips so he’s using that to his advantage too. Ok I’m getting carried away. Kiryu best partner best lover best everything.

𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.

- *RIPS SHIRT OPEN LIKE A WEREWOLF GRGEGGRHEHE BARKING!!!!!* TOGAMEEEEE!!!!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ I am apologizing for this part, love. I’m gonna go hard.

- canonically doesn’t text. Only leaves you on read. Calling him though? CALLING HIM?? 🫠 he’s answering as soon as it rings. None of that “wait until the third ring” baloney. His baby’s calling. If he’s doing something before you called, HE’S DROPPING IT FOR YOU. And he answers in that deep voice of his and 🫠🫠🫠 sigh. You guys stay on the phone for hours. He’s the type to do things while he’s calling you too. If you’re away and he can’t be with you, he’d love it if you could stay on the phone with him for way longer too. Big on facetiming too. He’s fallen asleep with facetime on. You have a collection of screenshots of his pretty sleeping face. You’ve fallen asleep on facetime too. He doesn’t have as much screenshots though and he haaaates himself for it because he spends so much time just staring at you through his phone, smiling to himself like. FUCK he’s so in love with you!!!!! YOU!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ plus he’s got nervous shaky hands so hehe first time you guys facetimed you weren’t a couple yet. You fell asleep and he tried taking a screenshot and dropped his phone. The sound woke you up lol you give him shit about that moment sometimes, teasing him. He’s a blushing mess, elbowing you gently so you’d stop.

- AWKWARD TOGAME WHEN YOU GUYS FIRST DATED UGH SHIIIITTTTT!!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ he’s canonically bad with groups of people and people in general. Choji had to adopt him forcefully into shishitoren ok? So that translates so SO well to you and your relationship with him. He may or may not have (allegedly, for legal reasons) asked for romance advice from Choji. He may or may not have (again, allegedly) tried that yawning and stretching trick so he could rest his arm behind you. No. Nope. Didn’t hear it from me.

- awkward and SHY togame when he made the first move on you!!!!!!! He had a ramune bottle in his hand because it was shaking so bad he couldn’t control it. You GAVE HIM HIS FIRST KISS DHHRHDHRRRRAAAAGHHH 🗣️🗣️🐺 you had to hold his other hand to stop it from trembling. Yours were too tbh hehe made him feel a bit better because you were just as nervous as he is.

- once you both are super into the relationship though, my goodness expect togame to be THE BEST PARTNER. See how he was with Choji? Did anything and everything to keep his smile? He’d do that for you too. Amp it up to a 100. His surprises are simple, never was one for grand gestures. But goodness you can feel the effort. Even employed some help from his old man pals at the community baths 🫠

- speaking of the old men, THEY WERE THE FIRST PEOPLE TO KNOW ABOUT HIS CRUSH ON YOU!!!!! Like, they were doting on togame when he expressed he’s never felt this way for someone before, how he can feel his heart racing and his face heating up when you’re around. They knew he was in love with you before he knew for himself.

- OF COURSE THEY KNEW YOUUU. So when you wanted to get into a relationship with togame, knowing it’s serious now, you went out of your way to meet up with the group of old men!!!! There, you discovered that togame has been talking about you nonstop. They already loved you for him before you formally met!!!!! They gave you their collective blessing, of course. You both are their grandchildren in their eyes.

- togame CAN COOK. EXPECT HIM TO COOK FOR YOU CONSTANTLY. And if you can cook, EVEN BETTER. Cooking dates, farmer’s market dates, izakaya dates, GASTRONOMY! You often surprise each other with decorated lunch boxes.

- nap dates all the time. Like, when you’re not bumping uglies or cooking or bonding with your friends, you both are asleep in each other’s arms. He gives the best hugs too. Like, those hugs that just cover you, you know?

- obviously, he loves you. But god damn it he wants to scream it into the world!!!! With the way he treats you though, constantly worrying about you, being there at your beck and call, pressing kisses into the crown of your head whenever you’re next to each other, he doesn’t need to scream it or utter a single word. You can just see the love he has for you. Everyone knows it.

- has thought about marrying you a couple times already. The type to call you his spouse teasingly too just to see you blush. He cannot wait to call you that officially. If he were good at technology, he would definitely have a pinterest board ready lol

a/n: wehehehehajsdkj hehehe togame. i missed writing for him, guys. THANK YOU FOR READING THROUGH TO THE END. some of the togame headcanons were from my convo with @yisxn!!! the ramune bottle detail was so perfect I couldn't skip it! also the asking for advice from the old men. YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND ILYSM. thank you to @brainrot-of-a-thot for helping me clear up my brainfog last nightttt. also to you, reader, ILY. thank you for reading my word vomit!!!!!!!!!

[churipu]

jjk men & their sleepyhead gf !

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none, just them being all soft and whipped for you

note. first of all, anon i am so sorry, i accidentally posted your request on the queue list and fml, i'm so embarrassed but idek how to edit the queue list so out of desperation i deleted it— but i ofc screenshotted this before i deleted the og post, so i am so sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this, and i hope you get to find out i didn't delete your ask and it's here in a form of a screenshot :((

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he doesn't mind most of the time— he does mind it if you fall asleep when you're supposed to be paying attention to him >:(

but whenever you fall asleep, his camera's always on standby, snapping pictures of you from every angle. whether you look good or bad (you never look bad btw), from up above, from below, from the left, from the right, with 0.5, i can go on.

and when you wake up, you find your phone blowing up with notifications from shoko, geto, and him, especially with the notification "@gojosatoru tagged you in a post" and it's just a slideshow post of you sleeping, a few close up shots, and your face with different instagram filters.

you don't even bother at this point since he's not going to stop, and not gonna lie, you did find it a bit funny. and the comments from shoko and geto made you laugh, so... good luck trying to sleep around him, you'll wake up to a whole album of you sleeping on his account.

"satoru, what the fuck is this filter?" it was a filter that made your face a little distorted, and gojo'd just sitting there innocently, blinking his white lashes up at you.

"you look adorable, princess."

"i don't want to sleep around you anymore."

"no, please sleep— how am i supposed to continue my daily updates of you sleeping?"

mind you, he has 200 posts on instagram and 150 of them are just you sleeping + with the cheesiest captions like "my baby is sleeping, pls tell her to wake up bcs i miss her 🥺🥺🥺"

and shoko is all up in his comments like "wake her up yourself, dumbass she's literally in your house."

SUKUNA RYOMEN. the first time you fell asleep around him was when he went out to get a glass of water, but he didn't think of it as anything and thought you were just tired.

but no— you fall asleep anywhere, whenever and most of the time. he gets pretty frustrated when you both spend time, and in a bit, your head leans onto his shoulders and sukuna checks on you, and you were out like a light.

"y/n?" soft snores.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance but doesn't push you away or get angry, although he finds you cute. sometimes snaps a few pictures to keep, but you don't know about that.

and at times, you wake up all tucked in your bed—your favorite plushie beside you, and sukuna nowhere in sight.

you open your phone and there's a few text messages from him.

[ you fell asleep, so i left ] he didn't leave, he said that to make you feel bad and for not giving him enough attention— he stayed in the same seated position for a few hours before prepping you onto your bed, tucking you in and not forgetting to place a smooch on your forehead.

[ call me when you wake up ]

[ love you ] awww.

he's so in love with you.

NANAMI KENTO. he's such a gentle soul, he won't mind if you fall asleep or is asleep whenever he comes over. in fact, he enjoys it when you fall asleep.

he read somewhere that if someone feels tired or sleepy around a person, it's because they feel safe. so nanami just concludes that his girlfriend feels safe around him, safe enough for her to get sleepy and fall asleep on him.

"kento," you murmur half-asleep, stretching your arms.

"hm?" he hums out, opening his arms for you to fall into — which you did, and he craddled you in his arms, placing his cheek onto your head.

"night night." it wasn't even night time, you just had to say it before you go to sleep, and nanami finds you so cute he couldn't help but to squeeze you a little.

"night night," he replies back, kissing your forehead.

nanami just sits there and continues craddling you in his arms, and if he needs to go, he would put you on your bed (on his bed when it's his house), and writes you a short message why he needed to go and when he will be back.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[goostbusters]

SPENCER REID HC'S

- Not big on PDA at all 😪 but at home he's ALL over you, holding your legs on his lap, head on your lap, leaning his head on your shoulder, holding your hand <333

- Sends you detailed letters when he's out in the field for more than a day but he also sends you short texts for updates during the day like "We just delivered the profile 👍" UGHHH

- HAS bought the same brand as your shampoo to bring when hes out working and misses you (every night he spends without you)

- Rambles about literally anything - yapper x listener - you are forced into listening to his long rambles that you don't usually understand but he's just so cute like WHIDJRKKK😭😭💗💗

- He will equally listen to you if you want to though <33 you're the most important thing in his life and he just loves to watch you

- When you fall asleep before him or when he wakes up before you he watches you (like mgg in 68 kill). His eyes are ALWAYS fixed on you when you're in a room with him

- Kisses.

- Kisses when you wake up, kisses when he's leaving, kissing when he gets home, kissing when you're making dinner, kissing when you're laying in bed HE JUST LOVES TO GIVE YOU LIL SMOOCHES WHENEVER HE CAN

- He loves it when you read to him, sometimes when he's at work he calls you before he goes to sleep because he can't rest without you

- Sometimes he can just stare at you in silence, just taking you in

"omghowaretheyrealandwhyaretheylettingmesitherelikethisomgtheyrejustsopretty"

HES SUCH A LOVERBOY, AND I LOVE HIM. GOODNIGHT.

[tender-rosiey]

hii! I hope youre doing well ^^ n I have a request!

Fatherhood Gojo, Yuta and Suguru (separate) seeing their daughter have a love interest

let’s say the daughter is like 4-5, just started school with a strong start, one day when they come to pick up their kid— they see a boy that’s also 4-5, giving their daughter flowers or something, how would they react?

(I can imagine mother!reader being delighted at the sight, gojo being dramatic, Yuta being stressed out, and Suguru having a polite smile but yet clenching his fist LMFAO)

“I WILL THROW HANDS AT ANYONE EVEN A KID"

— gojo, sukuna, and suguru seeing their five year old daughter with a love interest (f!reader)

a/n: here you go go <33 i am so sorry bae that I couldn't include yuuta 😭

GOJO SATORU:

your daughter is naturally charismatic.

satoru wholeheartedly believes that it is something she has inherited from him.

you disagree because you can’t remember anybody who remained friends with satoru after actually talking to him, aside from those forced to, of course.

now another thing that satoru believes is that said charisma is a double-edged sword. from one side, his daughter is able to make friends quickly which gives him a piece of mind.

on the other side, the thing that makes his vein pop is the fact that filthy dirt-covered boys approach her.

he thought he had solved that problem when he scared away that last kid during her ballet class , but it seems there are always people who are competing for her heart.

he didn’t expect to run into one today though, especially not one blatantly gifting her a bouquet in front of the school gates.

the kid is a blushing mess as he gives the bouquet to her, and your daughter is nothing less than ecstatic. she jumps around, really happy with her bouquet and squealing about how pretty it is.

the little boy smiles timidly as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt, mumbling something that satoru can’t be bothered to care about.

the only things occupying his mind are two: the kid who dares to even speak to his daughter and you with your cute smile because you’re happy for her.

so, he arranges things as he prioritizes him.

he presses one big smooch to your cheek and squishes you in an ever so love-filled hug.

then he proceeds to make his way to deal with the kid who is making moves on his little baby.

he towers behind the boy, and before his little girl greets him, satoru carries the kid from his scruff and throws him in the ball pit conveniently placed beside him.

the kid screams as he falls into the ball-filled abyss.

hurriedly, he gathers his daughter in his arms and showers her with kisses. he nuzzles his nose into her cheek, “how was your day, honey?”

“it was so nice, papa!” she says happily them gets out the bouquet she was given, “and I even got this bouquet!”

“oh, really?” he hums as he takes the bouquet from her hands into his. he inspects it, distaste filling his expression.

you walk to him with a little pep in your step and place your hand around his shoulder, while you kiss your daughter’s cheek.

she squeals a delightful, “mama!” and throws herself into your arms.

you guys quickly get caught in your own conversations, not noticing satoru quickly releasing his technique blue at the poor bouquet making it effectively disappear from existence.

another day saved.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

being the daughter of ryomen sukuna had its perks.

people strayed away and kept their distance. however, your daughter was a natural sweetheart—ironic considering her father but anyway.

that meant that little boys around estate had a tiny little crush on her which they would never act upon since they do want to continue living.

of course, there is an exception to the norm.

and that exception came in the form of a little servant boy presenting your daughter with a bunch of flowers that he had plucked himself.

your daughter was taken back, and she got flustered but accepted the flowers, nonetheless. on the other hand, you were watching from the side lines and were cheering both her and the boy on.

it was an innocent little gesture between kids. no harm done, so there was no need for—

“what the hell is this?”

you feel your husband’s menacing aura, before you hear his words. you turn to him and rest your hands on his chest and say, “d/n got flowers! isn’t that cute?”

“I can see that,” he grumbles, pinching your cheek in annoyance then directing his gaze to the kids, “but why the hell is a little good-for-nothing servant approaching my daughter? in fact, these servants should not be allowed to talk to her so casually.”

“sukuna, it’s not that big of a deal. just let them be,” you huff, “it’s not like she will fall in love with him, and he will convince her to overthrow you when they’re older.”

your husband stays quiet for a few moments. the man looks like he is actually considering the scenario that you just suggested.

and judging by him slowly approaching the kids, sukuna is going to go with the “better safe than sorry” approach.

you quickly run after him and jump on his back, “love, love, I was joking! please don’t kill him!”

sukuna groans, “and why should I listen to you?”

“cause you love me, and I love you? and we’re husband and wife, y’know?” you smile nervously, and he sets you down, so he can look you in the eye.

“I don’t love you,” he states.

“so I don’t love you?” you inquire.

he smirks, “no, that’s different. you’re obviously infatuated by me.”

“no, loving you is an effect of you loving me, so according to you,” you turn your back to him, “I don’t love you.”

he is about to retort when he feels something holding onto his leg. he looks down, and he sees his daughter beaming up at him.

she raises the flowers as high as she could and chirps, “dad, I got these flowers!”

sukuna’s eyes snap to where the kid was and finds no one. he fled, and he didn’t get to memorize his face. he slowly turns his face to you, and you stand there smirking at him.

he quirks an eyebrow at you, “oh? well, I will deal with you later tonight.”

GETO SUGURU:

you were busy watching over your daughter playing with her playdate. the little boy was your neighbour’s son, and, in general, he was good company.

the boy was polite and knew how to treat your little girl right. similarly, your little girl cherishes him very much and always rambles about him at dinner.

now, initially, suguru was okay with it.

he thought that maybe she was excited about her playdate and that it would eventually wear off, but then she started talking about him every single day since she met him.

suguru prides himself on being rational and collected. he wouldn’t stoop down to a level that gojo would. gojo was a manchild, but suguru? suguru is a grown man, a husband, and a father.

so, no, he won’t do anything to the boy.

and he certainly isn’t rushing to the playdate location, so he can stop the boy from making his daughter talk about him more.

one of his curses was watching the kids, and said curse picked up on the boy sneaking a flower behind his back. suguru concluded that he was definitely going to give it to her.

your husband finally arrives, handing you your ice cream and kissing the top of your head, “your ice cream, just how you like it, love.”

“aww, thank you, suguru,” you say as you hug him and pepper his face with kisses. suguru gets lost in your affection, forgetting about his supposed mission.

it’s not until that he notices the boy’s parents standing with the two kids that he remembers it.

“how about we go and see what the kids are up to?” he asks you, a bit urgently, and you nod, knowing what your husband is thinking.

it’s lowkey funny.

the boy’s mother takes notice of you two approaching, “oh hello mr and mrs geto!”

“hello miss c/n! are the kids getting along well?” you smile while patting your daughter’s head.

the mother giggles, “more than well, in fact. our little boy has given little d/n a flower today!”

from the corner of your eye, you can see your husband’s smile tighten and his face get stiffer and stiffer by the second.

you take his hand into your own and slowly rub it with your thumb. it does little to calm him down.

he claps his hand lightly and steps in front of the parents and says kindly, “please take your little shi—”

he feels you kick his foot from the back and quickly corrects his wording, “please distance your ki—”

you discreetly stomp on his foot, and he tries his hardest to keep his smile. he sighs defeated and hangs his head low, defeated as he mumbles, “have a nice day.”

you nod in satisfaction, and your daughter giggles.

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[shaisuki]

bllk boys react to fem!reader kissing them, then running away. (Mainly I want itoshi rin reaction)

Ty!

❝𝗖𝗛𝗨~! ❞

featuring blue lock boys

content warnings suggestive themes

synopsis kiss them and run away. hope you're fast enough to outrun them.

ISAGI is frozen upon the initial contact of your lips to his own. blush dusting in his cheeks at the sudden gesture and when gets out of his stupor he's quick to pull your hand. catching and linking it to his own before pulling you to kiss you back.

BACHIRA shuts up for second before grinning at the sudden initiation of affection coming from you. cheeky bastard. pretending to be dumbfounded and only to return the kiss thrice the passion as you did it.

KUNIGAMI is surprised. he likes it and so before you can turn around to run, your soft back is pressed against his muscular chest. planting a kiss in your nape before murmuring an i love you in your skin and burying his face in your neck.

CHIGIRI watched as your giggles dying down as you run away from him. a smile in his lips at the move you pulled in him. the taste of your lips lingering in his and he's thinking about ways he could get his revenge on you.

GAGAMARU only blinks in robotic. like a artificial intelligence processing the information that they are given and when he realizes what you just did, a ghost of smile is painted in his face. nonchalantly acting like nothing happened but deep inside it warmed him.

BAROU takes on it seriously. how dare you kiss him out of the blue. it almost breaks out his usual composure and when you're poised to run away from him, he didn't gave you a chance to run. keeping you in a tight grip. scowling at you and grabbing your soft jaws in his palm. although his energy eludes being annoyed, it contradicts on what he did to you. pulling you in a bruising kiss and scolding you in a manner that if you pulled a stunt like that again, you would be getting more than a kiss from him.

RIN falters a bit at the sudden smooch and then you running away. long he welcomed the affection and you running away from him confuses him a bit and so he follows you and returns the favor by doing the same after ensuring that everything was okay and finding that it was your only way to just caught him off guard.

SAE sees it coming and only moves his head to angle where you will be kissing him. you were surprised than he is and kisses you twice the passion and breaks the kiss softly just to admire your flustered expression or rather the satisfaction he was feeling that he had beaten you in your own game.

SHIDOU breaks out into a large grin after the kiss you did and he's sprinting to your direction where you ran off and freaky he is, you didn't just get a kiss from him. saying that you need to take it. his payback for riling him up.

NAGI only let a soft hum when you kissed him out of the blue. leaving him blinking in confusion and shrugs at what just happened. cold mf.

REO smiles. a smile that a prince does. charming and can attract a swarm of women in the area but it's from the kiss his princess did to him and he's following you and spinning you in a manner that leaves you breathless. your back pressed against his chest while bestowing a chaste kiss to your round cheeks.

NIKO blushes. it's not visible as he stand there from the gesture. a shy little schoolboy is what you've turned him and only if you knew what he was feeling. falling in love with you deeper like the main character in a shoujo manga.

OLIVER wolfishly grins. licking his lips and he's like a predator prepared to pounce at their prey and he sees a chubby bunny hopping away and the chase begins. he caught you and he simply devours you.

KAISER just chuckles at your attempt in surprising him. he's not surprised like almost men at his age but he appreciates it a bit. your antics no stranger to him and he finds it amusing.

NESS stutters a bit of what just happened. shock and leaning on the side of surprised and like magic you never failed to make him happy.

NOEL is calm and unblinking yet a little taken aback of your sudden departure. weren't you supposed to tell him you love him like you always do. maybe it's different than this time. it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it.

EGO's unfazed about it. he knows you and you always pull your stupid shenanigans on him and who is he to judge for that. you're his wife and it won't hurt to be kissed out of blue even he knows it.

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — sometimes satoru uses his technique to tease you, even though he’s the one who always seems to give in first.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! fluff, just satoru being a menace, some smooches! that’s all me thinks! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! he’s been on my mind so often, i’m being attacked with all of these thoughts of him <3

“satoru i swear, put it down!” you whine before you frown up at your ridiculously tall boyfriend, he’s wearing a lopsided grin and you’d take great delight in kissing it off of his stupidly handsome face if you could get passed his even more stupid infinity technique.

“oh? you can ask nicer than that, sweet girl.” gojo goads as he leans over you, deliberately close because he knows you can’t close the distance. he liked teasing you like this, liked seeing the way you would pout and groan whenever he did, he liked the way you wanted to touch him— to kiss him, to love him. so he took great pride in seeing you get a little wound up in your want for it.

“satoru!” you hiss as you push into him again, a little closer than last but still not enough to feel the warm press of his skin against yours. he tilts his head as you call his name, his crystalline gaze narrowing as he scratches at his snowy hair, and you give him another sharp frown before you stomp over to drop yourself on the sofa instead.

“come on~ can’t you just tell your good looking boyfriend you want a kiss, hm? just gotta ask.” gojo hums as he follows you, only needing a few long strides before the cushion next to you is dipping under his weight and he’s letting his arm rest behind you— so close yet so far.

“you’re so annoying.” you huff again as you turn to face away from him, refusing to make eye contact this time because you know he’s wearing one of his more handsome grins, one that you know he does deliberately to lure you in— to make you crave the press of his lips with yours. just so he can take it away so rudely.

“don’t be like that. my lips feel so cold, i’ll die here.” gojo’s pouting now, like it’s not his fault he’s still not gotten his kiss. he lets his head fall and rest back against the couch as he groans, whining about how cruel you’re being, hurting his feelings and rejecting his love like this.

“yeah well so do mine!” you retort back quickly and you feel a vein pop when he chuckles, trying to hide it behind another smirk when you shoot him a sharp look from over your shoulder, inching yourself further away on the couch.

but gojo can only resist your adorable little frown for so long himself.

“hm? then you know what to do, let me hear you..” his words take a lower sort of drawl as he follows you along the space, easing himself into your side until you can finally feel the warm press of his skin— finally releasing his technique enough for him to be able to press kisses along your shoulder blades.

but you’re far too petty to give into him now.

gojo groans when you keep yourself facing away from him, his lips making their way from your shoulders, to your neck, then across your jawline before he’s peppering a few sweet kisses to your cheeks and giving you a soft look from underneath his pretty lashes, “..or are you gonna leave me here to suffer?”

“can i have a kiss, satoru.” you mumble between your lips, giving him an inch when you feel his hands press into the dip of your waist— his touch so warm you can’t help but melt into it as you feel him smile against your skin, smugly you’re sure.

“oh, didn’t hear you, baby. little louder f’ me.” you groan at that, and gojo squeezes you closer— pressing you into his chest as he leaves a soft kiss at the corner of your lips, so close to where you want it, to where he needs it. he’s held out for long enough, he’s pretty satisfied with his teasing now.

“can i please have a kiss, satoru.” you finally give in and he’s on you immediately as he presses his lips to yours, exhaling like he’s been starved of you for months. your lips part and he takes that as an invitation as he pushes his tongue between them, groaning when your own comes to meet him and he already feels lightheaded as he closes his lips to suckle languidly.

another few moments, blissfully dreamy moments with your lips on his— his hands are on your hips now and your fingers are in his hair, pressing deeper into eachother as your mouth moves with his. he pulls away to breathe, as much as it pains him, despite the way hes kiss drunk and flushed— already leaning in for more.

“see? was that so hard? always holding out on me. so mean~”

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Twisted

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut, thriller

wc: 6.6k

synopsis: felix and you live a normal, happy life as a couple. until you start noticing little things that make no sense. felix calls you silly for thinking anything could ever be wrong in your perfect little world. is he being honest or harboring a bigger secret?

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, oral(f), two plot twists!!, dark ending!

a/n: i can't really put all of the warnings here bcs i would spoil the plot twist but i hope you enjoy this one hehehe🤭🫶🏻

divider by: @cafekitsune

~masterlist

There is nothing more beautiful than waking up next to the person you love.

Traces of last night's loving and passionate activities linger in the air all around you as your limbs are entwined with his, not knowing where you begin and where he ends; almost like you've merged into one person.

You stir a little, the warmness of his naked body pressed against yours makes your heart dance inside your chest and your core throb with the everlasting craving you have for Felix.

Your eyes flutter open and you look at him, his hair a royal mess, the strands falling over his forehead and into his eyes, where his eyelashes kiss his freckled skin, his plump lips slightly parted as he cutely drools on the pillow.

You chuckle a little and that stirs him up, he smacks his lips together as you lay on your tummy, facing him, his leg thrown over you.

Felix cracks one eye open and smiles instantly, his fingertips dancing on your back, all along your spine.

"Morning, sweets." his voice is even deeper when he wakes up, but still dripping with honey.

"Morning, love." you whisper and his smile widens, making him look even cuter to you so you lean in and press your lips to his forehead.

Your hand caresses his hair out of the way as your lips repeatedly collide with his skin, kissing his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, all of his starry freckles.

Felix giggles at the onslaught of love, giddy as his arm curls around your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

You enjoy the quiet moment before you have to get up and start your day, face the real world.

As your hands gently caress each other's skin, both of you become hungry for more, hungry to become one like you did last night, more than once.

Felix's breaths are shaky as he ruts his middle against your thigh, his hot leaky cock dragging against your plushy flesh.

You moan quietly as your hand explores his soft skin and Felix maneuvers you so your back is facing him.

"Wanna hold you." he murmurs into your hair, adjusting your leg before he sinks his cock into you easily, your cunt always ready to take him in.

Felix buries himself inside your warmth, holding you tightly as his lips attach to your neck and whisper words of love in your ear.

You melt into his embrace, letting him rock against you, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness in a steady rhythm, his arm wrapped around you as his fingers press on your clit.

Euphoria soon takes you both over as you spill into each other, all wet and warm, full of love.

"I love you, sweetheart." he kisses your shoulder and arm gently.

"I love you too." you turn to smile at him.

Yes, nothing is more beautiful than this moment right here.

-

"Lixie! Are you done getting ready?" you yell out from the hallway.

"Yes! I'm coming, babe." he yells back from your room before he comes skipping down the steps with a big smile on his face.

You chuckle at him as he jumps right in front of you, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips into yours, a wet smooch sound echoing off the walls.

"You're so cute." your face is warm as you giggle at him.

"That's you." he pinches your cheek, making you whine a little.

"So, do you like my outfit?" he asks with a little spin, a bright smile on his face.

"Of course, you look very handsome." you giggle.

"Don't I always?" he wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes at him playfully.

"Why is this new diner so special that you're sooo excited about it?" you ask as the two of you make your way out of your house.

Felix swings your linked hands and smiles.

"You'll see. I know you'll love it." his eyes shine as he beams at you.

"Fine, I trust you." you say and he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently.

It's another beautiful sunny day, the birds are chirping in the trees, there is no trace of clouds in the sky, everyone around you seems to be happy, wearing big smiles and saying a polite 'good morning' as you pass them by.

You smile too, enjoying the sun's warmth as Felix yaps about a new video game he discovered recently.

Come to think of it, you don't remember the last time it rained or snowed.

While you ponder this, Felix notices your absent-mindedness and nudges you.

"You're not listening to me." he pouts.

"Sorry, I was just thinking how it's been sunny for so long that I almost forgot what it's like when it rains." you chuckle and Felix's eyes widen for a moment.

"Oh- I mean, isn't that good?" he asks, licking at his lip nervously.

"Sure, but it'd be nice to get some rain now and then." you shrug, looking around.

"I'm sure it'll rain soon." Felix is more quiet than usually when he says that but you pay no mind as the mysterious diner he'd been raving all week about finally comes into view.

"Felix!" you exclaim, grabbing at his arm, a big smile spreading on your face upon seeing what all the rave was about.

Your boyfriend's demeanor changes instantly as he perks up, a big smile on his face.

"It's a space themed diner!" you clap excitedly as you near the entrance.

"Mhm. Just what you love." Felix's eyes sparkle as he looks at your face adoringly. "Are you happy?" he adds.

"Happy? I'm estatic!" you practically skip the rest of the distance as Felix trails behind you with a satisfied smile on his face.

Seeing you like this is the biggest gift he could ever have the honor to indulge in, it's all he needs.

To see you happy.

You hurry inside and the interior of the diner makes you gasp.

The walls are filled with beautiful space paintings and photographs, the ceiling is made of some kind of big screen that has an entire galaxy lighting up here and there, as if all the little stars are actually shining above your heads, spacecraft oval shaped chandeliers hang from the stars, the little lights inside them shining with different colors of the rainbow.

The whole diner seems to be presented as the Solar System, each booth belonging to one planet and designed according to colors and traits of the planet.

Everything seems shiny and sparkly, some experimental electronic music is playing from the speakers as the waiters rush around, all dressed in shiny suits, with cute space details sewn into them.

The place is packed but as if it was waiting for you, the booth inspired by Jupiter, your favorite planet, is empty.

"Shall we?" Felix smiles, reaching his hand out to you.

You nod fervently, still trying to process the entire design of the diner, your heart dancing inside your chest happily.

Felix chuckles and leads you to the booth and as soon as you sit down, an automated voice starts talking from the little speaker on the wall.

"Welcome to Jupiter, the gas giant of our Solar System! It is primarily made out of gases and liquids so your feet won't really touch any ground but that's okay, you can always float along! Just be careful not to get swept away by the famous cyclonic storm called the Great Red Spot, hehe! Fun fact: Jupiter has 80 moons!" the voice talks.

"Startled me at first." you chuckle. "Actually, Jupiter has 95 moons discovered, as of lately. I guess they didn't update the fun fact." you add and Felix frowns.

"Hm." he purses his lips and you giggle. "How could they not update it?"

"It's okay, it's not that big of a deal." you giggle at his pouty face.

Before he can answer, a waiter appears next to your table.

"Hello, my fellow space explorers! I'm glad to see you've chosen Jupiter as your destination today. Take a look at the selection on our menu, it's just out of this world!" the waiter laughs, putting down your menus and twirling around as he walks away giving you some time to decide.

"This place is so kooky." you laugh in delight and your boyfriend smiles at you.

"You like it, right?" he asks.

"I love it, Lixie." you confirm and Felix's face becomes brighter again.

"I wanna try the Milky Way shake." Felix says as he skims through the menu.

"Yeah, we can get a big one, share it?" you blink at him and he melts.

"Of course. What do you wanna eat?" he asks.

"Um- the trip to the moon pancakes sound yummy."

"Ooh, I will get the andromeda cake then and we can share and taste both."

After placing your order, you look around, marvelling at the way they thought about every little detail as whoever made this put a lot of thought into this diner and is obviously a space lover like you.

Your eyes fall to another booth, the Mars one, hues of orange and red swirling on the wall and the seats as your eyes follow the intricate design all the way to the woman sitting in the booth with another woman, perhaps a friend, perhaps her lover.

Something seemed off, though.

The woman was taking sips from her glass, but it seemed like no matter how many times she sipped, the liquid inside didn't move.

Again, she took a big sip and you could see her throat move as she swallowed but the same amount of red liquid with little golden sparkles inside it remained.

You don't know why you were fixating on such a little detail, but it was so peculiar.

"What is it? You like the Mars booth more?" Felix follows your eyes.

"N-no. Just... nevermind." you smile at him. "I'm just looking at the different designs. They're all so pretty." you settle on saying.

"I'm glad- I mean yeah they are." he smiles at you.

Your Milky Way shake arrives along with your food, and everything looks sparkly and delicious, decorated with little edible stars and edible glitter.

Felix and you talk about nonsense, relaxed and full of laughter as you share the shake, sipping from it at the same time.

The way he stares at you, his eyes dark and intense yet so soft and full of love, makes your stomach do backflips every time he's this close to you.

After the delicious brunch, the two of you decide to take a walk to a nearby park, wanting to catch some fresh air and stretch your legs.

Felix's arm is wrapped around your shoulders as you melt into him, your arm wrapped around his waist.

"Ugh Felix, what day is it today?" you suddenly feel confused.

"It's Thursday. Why?" he chuckles.

"Weren't you supposed to be at work?" your brain struggles to remember if he said he had a day off or not.

"Y/n, don't be silly. I have the whole week free, remember? We said we'd spend as much time as we can together."

"Right." you chuckle, your memory refreshed. "Silly me. Must be the Milky Way shake with the way I'm spacing out."

Felix laughs at your pun as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

The world is so beautiful with the sound of his laughter gracing it and with his attention focused only on you.

With warmness in your heart, you return to your home.

-

You work from home, so as soon as you arrive back at your house, you sit down at your desk.

You feel bad for not helping Felix with dinner but he reassures you that he doesn't mind cooking a meal for the two of you, in fact, it makes him happy.

Retreating into your home office, you began working.

Exhaustion takes you over after a few hours, not even realizing what time it is until there's a knock on your door.

"Y/n, love? Dinner is ready." it's Felix's warm deep voice and you turn to look at him, a smile on your face instantly.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes-"

"Babe, you've done enough. Come on, you need to eat something." Felix makes his way to you, his hand gentle on your upper back as he caresses you.

You melt into his touch instantly, thoughts of continuing to work disperse immediately.

"Okay." you chuckle as he leans down to kiss your forehead gently.

The food is delicious like always and as you keep eating, the sky outside darkens suddenly.

You squint your eyes, lifting your head up to look out the window.

"Oh!" you exclaim as thunder rolls in.

Felix turns his head towards the sound, seemingly unphased but there is a small smirk dancing on his lips that you miss.

"Looks like it's gonna rain after all." he says.

"Yeah." you quip, a weird feeling settling in your stomach.

You decide to ignore it, it's a coincidence that it started raining just when you thought about it, it's not like you predicted the weather or something.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" Felix smiles and you nod.

"Of course, it was delicious. I'm not letting you wash the dishes alone though." you point at him jokingly.

"It's fine, sweetheart." Felix is quick to shake his head as he starts cleaning out the table.

"No, you cooked. Let me be useful for something at least."

"You are useful."

"You know what I meant." you say and he nods, the two of you settling on washing the dishes together.

As you're putting the last plate in its place, Felix appears behind you, pressing his body into yours as his arms wrap around you.

He whines, nuzzling his face in your neck as goosebumps rise on your skin and you melt into him.

"Hello there." you giggle.

"Mm." his lips attach to your neck, leaving gentle kisses and you lean your head back on his shoulder, giving him more space.

"Let's shower together." you suggest and Felix hums against you with a smirk.

It's a daily routine you have, any moment you don't have to spend apart, you spend together including showering.

If someone gave Felix the chance, he would quit his job and just be your boyfriend.

He often thought about that, spending every second of the day with you, even while you work, he'd be content in sitting quietly next to you.

He'd have you all to himself, forever.

But, real life gets in the way but he concludes that that's what makes every moment you are with him even more precious.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." his voice drips with honey again as he turns your back to him while the two of you stand under the shower.

Shivers run up your spine as his fingertips slide on your back.

He grabs your shampoo, pouring it on his hands before he starts washing your hair.

You relax into his touch, loving the way he always takes care of you. His hands are gentle but firm as he massages the bubbles into your scalp before rinsing it off.

As you lean back into him, his semi-hard cock brushes against your backside and you chuckle.

"Someone's getting excited." you look back at him with a playful smirk.

"Can you blame me? My beautiful girlfriend is naked right in front of me." he smiles somewhat of an innocent smile, a contrast to the steamy atmosphere shaping between you.

His arms wrap around you as he pulls your body flush against his, making you shiver.

"I need you, my sweet." he whispers, bumping his nose with yours, lips brushing against you.

"Lixie." his hands roam on your body, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Let's go to bed, hm? I love the thought of shower sex but last time you slipped and almost cracked your head open on the tiles and I really don't want to go through that again."

Felix whines in embarassment, burying his face in your neck as he tightens his hold on you.

"That was one time. All the other times were fine." he pouts against your skin.

"I don't wanna see you hurting, come on." you say and he reluctantly follows you out of the shower.

After drying off, Felix whisks you away to your bedroom, almost throwing you down on the soft bed as you squeal, the room filled with laughter.

"My sweetheart." he coos at you, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb swipes on your skin.

Before you can say anything, his plump lips are on yours as he kisses you lovingly, passionately, possessively, his tongue pushing inside and swirling around yours, taking your breath away.

You clutch onto him as he lowers his middle into yours, grinding his hardening cock against your wet pussy.

He keeps kissing you and swallowing your moans, as his tip catches your entrance a few times but he keeps grinding against you.

"L-Lix, need you." you whimper in frustration, wanting him to fill you up.

"Yeah? My baby needs me?" he smirks and you whimper again.

"Yes, please. Need you inside me." you bat your eyelashes at him, trying to look as cute as possible even though Felix would kiss the ground you walked on if you told him to.

"Such a good girl. Asking so nicely." he keeps smirking before grabbing his cock and slowly sinking into your heat.

Both of you moan at the feeling as he slowly pushes in, bottoming out and fitting snuggly inside you.

Felix tries, he really does, he tries to be gentle but you feel so damn good clenching around him, keeping his cock inside you, your legs and arms wrapped around him as he fucks into your sweet spot.

"Ah!" you exclaim as Felix picks up his speed, his hips snapping into you as he presses your knees to your shoulders, coming down on you with all his weight.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he fucks you relentlessy, making you cum in mere minutes.

"Shit, baby you're so wet." Felix looks down at his cock, the white cream of your pleasure painted on his length.

He grunts deeply before fucking into you again, the squelching sounds making your face and ears burn.

Your boyfriend is like a bunny in heat, never stopping or slowing down, making his cock slip out of you on accident as he keeps wilding above you.

A little whimper escapes his lips, missing your heat immediately as he grabs his length and pushes back into you, resuming his ruthless pace.

"Mm, yeah, take it." he groans and all you can do is moan as you let him have his way with you.

"F-Felix!" you moan as he brings you to your second orgasm.

"Yeah, say my name baby." he smirks as he pounds into you.

You keep moaning his name as you climax, getting his cock even more wet which in return makes him even crazier for you.

You're sure the bed will break with the force he's fucking you with, his cock slipping out of you a few more times, making him whimper every time it happens.

He grips your hips, thrusting into you erratically as his cock twitches inside you.

"Gonna give you my cum." his voice is whiny and high-pitched, breathless from the exertion.

"Yes, fill me up, Lixie!" you whimper and he cums, buried deep inside you as your pussy milks his cock down to the last drop.

Felix collapses on top of you and you hold each other, as you listen to the sound of the rain hitting the glass.

"Isn't it weird that it started raining as soon as I mentioned it?" you swallow, staring out the window, your hands drawing random patterns on Felix's back.

You feel him tense in your hold before he lets out a chuckle.

"No, maybe you heard it on the news and subconsciously thought about it or something. Or maybe..." he turns to look at you, his cheek leaned on your breast. "Maybe you have superpowers and you can predict the future." Felix wiggles his eyebrows playfully and you let out a snort.

"Oh sure, that sounds highly likely." you shake your head as he lifts up and kisses you.

"I love you." he smiles after attacking you with sweet kisses.

"I love you, Lixie." you cradle his face.

"Guess we gotta shower again?"

The next morning, you were woken up by Felix's lips on your inner thighs as he made his way to your core.

"Lix..." you mutter half asleep and he only hums in response, lips ghosting over your panties before pressing a kiss to your cunt.

"L-Lixie!" you whine when his tongue darts out to lick at the damp spot on the fabric.

"Relax, baby, let me take care of you." your eyes flutter closed again as he slips off your underwear, his lips wrapping around your clit immediately.

As always, Felix is hungry for you, like he can never get enough of your taste and the way you feel against his tongue, the way you grip his hair or press your thighs around his head.

He ruts against the bedsheets as you slide your middle against tongue, gripping his hair.

He moans into you, the vibrations helping you get closer to the edge as he digs his nails into your plushy thighs.

Fireworks explode from the inside, spilling your sweet juices on Felix's tongue and chin.

"Mm, baby." he whines against your cunt, lapping you up and leaving more kisses on your clit and all along your folds.

"Sensitive..." you whimper and he leans back before lifting up and hovering over you.

"I couldn't help myself, you just looked so sweet while sleeping." Felix bites on his lip as he looks at you adoringly.

"Oh, I don't mind." you smirk. "Let me help you."

"Um..." his face becomes red suddenly. "I - erm, finished already."

"Oh. Oh." you look down at his boxers.

"Embarassing, really."

"It's not. I'm flattered actually." you smirk, caressing his face.

Felix chuckles cutely before leaning down to kiss you.

"What's the plan for today?" you ask against his lips.

"Well, I was thinking we could have a picnic. I mean, it's sunny again." he nods towards the window.

"Okay, I love picnics." you smile as he gets up.

"Actually, I don't remember when was the last time I went on a picnic." you purse your lips, sitting up.

For some reason, memories seem blurry when you start thinking about them, it almost hurts your brain to try and remember well; almost anything.

"We had one like a month ago. Remember? You cut up fruits in the shapes of little stars." Felix says, rummaging through his drawer.

It's as if it suddenly appears in your mind, the clear memory of you preparing for the picnic together with Felix, enjoying a sunny day in the nature.

"Right, I remember now." you chuckle nervously. "Why couldn't I remember that?"

"You just woke up, you need some coffee, my love." Felix comes up to you and kisses your head.

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower." he says and you nod, watching him leave to the bathroom.

You get up and make your way to the kitchen, making some coffee and toast for the two of you, before you start preparing snacks for the picnic.

While you're working on the sandwiches, you can't shake off the uneasy feeling that's creating a knot in your stomach.

When was the last time you went outside without Felix? When was the last time he walked out of the house to go to work? When was the last time you talked to your family?

You can't remember. None of it.

Before you start panicking, Felix appears in the kitchen, startling you.

"Oh, Lix!" you exclaim, your hand on your chest.

"What scared you? It's just me." he smiles sweetly at you.

You stare at him for a moment, could he be hiding something from you?

But Felix is always so caring and loving, he is the best partner you could ever ask for.

He always makes an effort, takes you out on dates, takes care of you when you're tired or sick, is attentive towards your wants and needs; he actually listens to you when you talk.

He loves you.

"Y/n?" Felix chuckles, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Ah, sorry." you laugh awkwardly. "Was just lost in thought."

"What were you thinking about?" Felix grabs one of the toasts you made and bites into it.

"You. How wonderful of a boyfriend you are." you settle on saying, because it is sort of true.

"Aw, darling. Only the best for you." he skips towards you with a big smile, enveloping you in a bone crushing hug as you squeal and grab at him, both of you laughing.

How could you even doubt him?

Felix helps you with the rest of the snacks before the two of you get ready and walk out into another beautiful sunny day.

The walk is short, as there is a park near to your house, your memory now refreshed as you see the tree you always sit under coming into view.

Felix and you race towards the tree, laughing and giddy like little children.

You almost get there first but his arms wrap around your middle and he pulls you back into him, making you almost drop the basket of food you were carrying.

"Lixie! That's cheating!" you put as he turns you around and touches the tree with his foot.

"I won!" Felix smirks.

You pout at him as he puts his backpack down and takes out the picnic blanket.

"Not fair." you whine and he chuckles at you, cupping your face.

"Fine, you won and I'm just a dirty cheater." he smirks and you laugh as he kisses you.

"There, is that better?" he rubs his nose against yours.

"Yes." you nod, making him laugh.

The two of you settle on the blanket, even bringing a speaker so you can play some music while you chat and eat.

After some time, Felix wraps his arm around you and leans on you so you wrap your arms around him as he settles on your chest.

It's quiet for a while and since your focus is not on Felix at the moment, you start looking around.

Cars roll in the distance, one, two, three, four, five, six, then again... It seems as if the same six cars keep passing by.

You stare in disbelief before your eyes fall near the pond where a man is throwing a stick to his dog.

It lands next to a tree and the dog runs to get it, bringing it back to its owner. Then it repeats, the man throws the stick, it lands next to the same tree, the dog gets it, the man throws the stick...

The stick keeps landing on the exact same spot next to that tree, the probability of that is too low for it to be happening repeatedly.

"Lix?" you swallow.

"Yes, sweets?" Felix looks up at you.

"Do you ever- do you ever feel like something is wrong? But you can't quite put your finger on it."

"What do you mean?" he lifts up to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

"Well... Look at that man and his dog." you point and Felix turns to look.

"What about them?"

"Watch where the stick lands." you say and Felix watches as it lands next to the tree.

And so it does again. And again.

"So?" he licks his lips.

"How is he hitting the exact same spot every time?"

"Good hand-eye coordination? Practice?" Felix says, a nervous smile on his face.

You sigh in frustration.

"What about the road? Look at the road!" you point again and Felix looks.

"The same six cars keep going round and round."

"They're not the same, it just seems so."

"Felix, something is wrong. I can feel it! Like how it started raining when I mentioned it. And the lady in the diner yesterday, she kept drinking from her glass but the amount of liquid stayed the same."

"Babe, that's silly. Nothing is wrong. I'm sure it just seemed so, maybe the glass was in the same color as her drink?" Felix places his hand on yours cautiously.

"Lix... I don't know, it's just that I can't remember certain things and it's bothering me."

Felix's eyes dart left and right, his lips pursed.

"Like what?"

"Like the last time I saw my friends or family. The last time you left the house. The last time I was home alone."

"We visited your family two months ago. You saw your friends last weekend. I left the house last week every day when I was working and you were home alone then." Felix frowns as he looks at you. "Baby, are you feeling alright?" he adds, touching your forehead and your eyes water.

"N-no." you whimper, feeling so confused and wondering what the hell is wrong with you.

"How about we go home and you take a nap? I promise you'll feel better after sleeping." Felix coos at you, caressing your face.

"Are you sure it's gonna be okay?" you hiccup.

"I promise, my love." he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Felix takes you home, and you trust him when he lays you down and whispers how everything is going to be just fine.

You wake up from your nap feeling drowsy and slightly confused.

Felix is next to you, his arms wrapped around you as he breathes deeply.

You sit up, grabbing the glass of water he has left on the nightstand for you when you wake up.

After sipping on the refreshing liquid, you look outside the window and freeze.

"What the fuck?" you mumble to yourself, squinting your eyes as you get up.

"What the fuck?" you repeat, trying to process what your eyes are seeing and Felix stirs behind you.

"Babe?" he grunts a little as he sits up.

"L-Lix..." your voice is shaky as you start panicking.

Felix gets up as you keep staring out the window.

The void stares back at you.

There is nothing outside. No road, no trees, no supermarket, it's not the street you live on, it's one big nothing; just a white light.

"Oh, shit!" Felix exclaims as he sees what you're looking at.

"I told you! I told you something is wrong!" you turn to look at your boyfriend, tears sliding down your cheeks.

But instead of looking scared, Felix looks angry.

"Fucking shit!" his voice raises as his hands reach towards the books on your table, and in frustration he pulls on them, making them clatter down on the floor.

"Felix!" you exclaim as he starts raging, throwing everything on the table down to the floor in a wave of anger.

You've never seen him like this, panicking you step back, not knowing how to react to his outburst or what it all means.

Felix looks up at you suddenly, his eyes softening and filling up with guilt.

"I'm- I'm sorry, y/n."

"Tell me what is happening." you say and he shakes his head.

"Stay here." he says and you step towards him.

"No, tell me what's going on!" you demand and the scowl is back on your boyfriend's face.

"Stay right here and stop asking fucking questions." he says angrily, making you flinch before he leaves the room.

The door slams behind him and as you make your move to follow him, you hear the lock click.

"Felix?" you grip the handle, trying to open up the door. "Felix! You can't just lock me in here without any explanation!" you scream, rattling and kicking the door.

"Felix, please come back!" you yell, your fists pounding against the wood. "I'm scared." you add quietly as fresh tears spill down your cheeks.

Felix disconnects the VR set from his head.

How the fuck did this happen?

How come it didn't render the street as it always does? Why have you started noticing the little things you've never noticed before? Why have you started thinking about your past so much?

He opens up the code with a frustrated sigh, his fingers gliding against the keyboard.

Maybe the AI is getting stronger and more brainy the more he plays with it.

Felix's eyebrows knit together as he goes over the thousands lines of code, trying to figure out if there is some kind of mistake that the computer is not picking up on.

His stomach grumbles and he leans back with a sigh, the virtual food can only do so much.

Felix finally stands up from his table, realizing how long he must've been sitting there judging by the ache in his legs and back.

"I'll deal with you later." he waves his finger towards the computer before picking up his phone and ordering pizza.

He grabs a can of soda from his fridge and looks around.

It's eerily quiet in his apartment, save for the silent buzzing of his computer and the distant hum of traffic outside.

Felix makes his way to the big glass windows, staring down at the city before him.

He's gonna have to go back to work on Monday, knowing he can't spend as much time with you the way he wants to when his vacation days end, brings a sadness to his soul.

The 'you' who basically doesn't exist, you who is just lines and lines of code, a program, there only when he disconnects from reality.

If he could, Felix would disconnect from it forever just so he could be inside the damn device next to you, always.

And now since he made you upset, it's going to be hard to get everything back how it was before, under his control.

He gets angry at himself for not being more careful and adding in more details, all for the sake of just being with you the whole time, seeing you happy and satisified.

Yes, that's all Felix wants.

He wants to be the only one you smile at, the only one that gets to enjoy something so holy and beautiful like your love and your touch.

The doorbell snaps him out of his thoughts and after paying the delivery guy, Felix sits alone and eats his dinner while thinking of ways to correct his mistakes.

You were not gonna slip from his fingers.

This won't be ruined for him.

You open your eyes and turn to see Felix already awake, on his side, his head propped on his hand as he stares at you lovingly.

"Good morning, my angel." he smiles at you.

"M-morning. I- ugh... I feel weird. I think I had a nightmare." your throat is dry as you swallow and Felix grabs the glass of water, bringing it to your lips.

"What kind of nightmare?"

"Well, there was nothing outside- outside the windows. And you got mad and started throwing stuff around. You really scared me."

"Oh my love, that would never happen." Felix quickly wraps his arms around you. "Everything outside is fine too, look." he turns you both towards the window and sure enough, everything looks normal.

"I'm so glad it was just a dream. I never want us to fight or anything." you whimper and Felix shushes you.

"Everything is perfect, my love. And I will make sure it stays that way." Felix mutters into your hair before pressing a few sweet kisses there.

"It's my last free day before going to work. Let's enjoy it together, without you worrying your pretty head about anything, hm?" he adds and you nod with a chuckle.

Felix and you decide to go bowling and then out for lunch, topping the outing off with a nice walk near the beach and everything seems perfect again; nothing like the bad dream you had or the unsettling feeling in your stomach.

No, that feeling was replaced with butterflies as Felix smiled lovingly at you, telling you how much he loves you.

When you got home, you spent hours in each other's embrace, connected as one.

Everything was beautiful, the way it was supposed to be.

It's Monday and Felix makes his way to work.

The bell on the door chimes as he opens it, eyes looking up at him from the counter.

He smiles wide as he enters.

"Hi, Lix!" you smile innocently at him.

"Hey, y/n." he smiles back, the voices in his head telling him he's sick but he ignores them.

"How was your vacation? Did something fun?" you ask, always so sweet, so polite, so pretty.

"Oh yeah. It was amazing." he nods at you.

You smile, not wanting to pry too much, unaware of what Felix has been doing for almost two years since he started working with you.

As soon as he saw you for the first time, Felix swears he felt Cupid shoot his arrow right into his heart. You were so beautiful, so pure like an angel.

Always smiling, always nice with everyone. The sound of your laughter melodious inside the cafe, echoing off the walls.

You always gave extra sweets to kids.

You always stayed behind to clean up.

You always offered to help out.

He wanted to have you all to himself.

He wanted to capture your beauty and innocence and hold it in the palm of his hand, have it exist only for him.

Yes, Felix could've confessed or asked you out.

But then you would see how boring he is, how he has nothing to offer to you.

You'd leave him, you'd smile at someone else, your attention wouldn't be only directed towards him.

Felix started staying behind with you, under the guise of helping you out just to get more information about where you live, what you enjoy, what you dislike, what your hobbies are.

It wasn't enough.

He became obsessed.

Felix learned your schedule and started breaking into your house.

At first, he stole some panties and went through all your stuff, reading your diaries, going through your photographs, taking your privacy away from you without you having a clue about it.

But then it became worse as he would wait for you to come home, his body cramped under your bed.

He would watch you get undressed, listen to you touch yourself on your bed, his cock straining against his pants and he couldn't do anything about it except squeeze it occasionally.

Embarassingly, he came into his pants while only listening to you more times than he'd like to admit.

It wasn't enough.

Felix was hungry for more.

That's how he came to the idea to steal your dna and feed it to the new AI system he was working on in his spare time.

He had to collect enough of it to have the ai take on your personality, the one he loved and admired so much.

Felix spent hours and hours coding and working on the program, until finally he could use it.

It was everything he wanted and more.

You were happy there.

You were his there.

Here, in the real world, you were just coworkers and that fact started bothering Felix more and more.

Unaware of his intentions, you smiled at Felix and he smiled back at you.

It was time to take another step so he could have you for real this time.

Tonight, you were gonna become his and there was no way to escape.

Felix was gonna show you how happy he can make you, only him.

You're going to be right where you belong.

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