#Can it be a sketch when did it in an hour and a half though?

[masterrainb0w]

The Divine, The First Divine, Rigour

[xiaowhore]

equivalent exchange.

DRAFT. this fic is incomplete, as i've stated in this post. this has been sitting in the dungeon for a while, and i have no plans to finish them, but i posted these drafts to not let them go to waste. it is up to you if you still want to read them regardless of their incompletion :) i will be writing my original ideas for the fic at the end so you guys will have an idea of what the fic was supposed to be like.

premise. when ayato stumbles upon a drafted resignation letter on your desk, he doubles his efforts to show you the perquisites of staying by his side.

he doesn't want to lose a competent subordinate. that's all there is to it.

note. what's wrong with secretary kim au but it's definitely not the same because i stopped watching at episode 5 and have no idea what happened. anyways i think we were all expecting a ceo!ayato x secretary!reader fic at some point so here it is. (couldn't keep this gender neutral for plot reasons, so feminine pronouns were used.)

Kamisato Ayato considers himself a good boss.

Or as far as things go, he's a decent one. He treats his employees well, takes them to expensive restaurants for company dinners, and discourages overtime so they can head off early for the night. He doesn't care much for formalities, and he gets along with his colleagues fairly well. He's never heard anyone talk behind his back or complain about his attitude at work, and there aren't any rumors spreading about him (if he turns a blind eye to the conspiratorial gossip guessing his relationship status).

But he does have minor faults. Like showing a more mischievous side when work hours are over. Getting Thoma dead drunk during dinners because his half-conscious inebriated talking is a form of amusement, or riling up Itto in drinking games just because it's funny. Then he leaves Sara to clean up the mess for him, since Yae seems to enjoy the comedy sketch as thoroughly as he does and probably won't lift a finger to help even if he asked her to.

As his assistant, you're prone to falling victim to his shenanigans, silly stunts that coax out aggravated eye rolls and sighs of exasperation. Years of experience eventually shaped you up to be entirely immune to April Fools' pranks.

He's in the middle of planning another one when he spots a letter of resignation on your desk.

At first, he thinks it's your rebellious phase arriving a decade late. He always found it odd how you never retaliated against his tricks, and this may just be the long-awaited April Fools' prank of vengeance. If it is, it's particularly mean of you—Ayato does have feelings, you know? Even he would feel hurt if you told him you wanted to leave! You shouldn't take this kind of thing lightly!

Then he remembers you aren't the type to make jokes, April Fools' or otherwise, and it's that moment when he feels (proper) fear.

“[Name] wants to resign?!”

Ayato makes a zipping motion and Thoma's shrieks immediately die down, but the disbelief on his face has yet to wane. His brows scrunch together, brain hard at work in processing this piece of information, though it seems to short-circuit in utter confusion from the sudden blow.

Scandalized, Thoma lowers his head and levels his voice to a hushed whisper, “Are you sure you saw it correctly?”

“I have able eyes. Unfortunately, my optometrist confirmed my perfect vision and assured I saw it just fine.” Woe is he.

“Get them checked again.”

“No matter how much I check, it won't change the results, Thoma.”

“We don't know that for sure, sir!”

“Trust me,” Ayato deadpans, looking off into the distance, “I checked with him thrice.”

Defeated, Thoma leans back to his chair, crossing his arms while deep in thought. “You saw the letter, but she didn't turn it in, did she?”

“She didn't. No e-mail, either.” Ayato taps the table in a mindless rhythm, expression stern but the shape of his lips almost resembling a pout. “Do you have any idea why she'd want to resign?”

Thoma rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Is that a genuine question, sir?”

Ayato's head snaps back to look at his companion. “Why wouldn't it be?”

“...Everyone in the office knows you... tease her for your own amusement.”

“It's my way of showing affection.” The corners of his lips curl up, stretching to a twisted smile as he rests his cheek on his palm. “Isn't she just so adorable when she gets angry?”

“You really do have a rotten personality.”

Ayato waves his hand in a noncommittal response. “We're straying off topic. What should we do next?”

Thoma hums, closed fist beneath his chin. “Since she hasn't turned in the letter yet, that means she must be hesitating. For what reason, we don't know, but it's keeping her here. So before she makes up her mind, we should dissuade her from quitting no matter what.”

Ayato laces his fingers together, brow in an inquisitive arch. “And we do that by?”

Green eyes sparkle with tenacity, clashing with blue irises twinkling in intrigue. “We bribe her, sir. It's time to show off your good points.”

--

“If a woman quits her job, what do you think her reasons could be?”

Ayaka blinks owlishly at her brother, taken aback by the abrupt question. It's a sudden thing to ask, especially odd given how their conversation hasn't led to that topic at all. “Did someone resign? I haven't heard anything of the sort, though.”

Ayato shakes his head, stirring the boba tea in his hands. “It's a hypothetical.”

Which means it's real.

Ah, whatever. At least he didn't go for the “my friend...” excuse.

Ayaka warily cuts a portion of her cake, scrutinizing each microexpression flashing on Ayato's face. It's one of their weekly lunch meetings, squeezed between hectic schedules, and they more or less have a silent agreement to avoid discussions involving work if they could help it. But this time, he brought it up himself.

How peculiar.

“Perhaps she wants to change workplaces? If she's exemplary, she might have been offered a better position or higher pay.”

Ayato nearly scoffs at the suggestion. The company, old-fashioned as it is, can only be inherited by a direct line of descendants. Outsiders can only go so far, and being the secretary for the chief executive officer isn't bad at all. Last time he checked, he's been paying you generously as well—how many figures was it? Six?

“Oh!” Ayaka exclaims, holding up a finger as she seems to have figured out something. “Or maybe she wants to settle down and get married? If her work is keeping her occupied, she'll most likely take time off to find a husband.”

Ayato proceeds to choke on a tapioca pearl.

“Or she got married and wants to be a housewife-”

“That's quite enough, Ayaka.”

Ayato would rather believe the Earth is flat.

--

If Ayato were any less desperate, perhaps he would have rationalized that putting together “give her what she wants to make her stay” and “she wants to get married” is a bad, bad idea.

Unfortunately for him, he is grasping at straws, so it leaves him no choice. Yes. Definitely. There is no other option than this, obviously.

(He does not delve deeper into the reason why he doesn't want you to leave, nor does he dwell any longer on why he was so quick to think he was fine with getting married if it was to you.)

“Don’t you want to get married soon, Ms. [Surname]?”

To clarify, Ayato does not spy on other people's conversations for a hobby, but he's always had impeccable timing. It comes with the job.

He stands by the door, reaching for the doorknob to the break room, but the mention of your name forces him to a halt.

“Why are you asking me that...?” You awkwardly dodge the question, sipping on your coffee. “I suppose I am at that age, though.”

“So you do want to!” The squeal rings with a note of glee, a stark contrast to Ayato's gradually dimming mood. “Wouldn't it be nice to marry a good man? I'm sure even you have thought of it at some point! Are you seeing anyone, then? Anyone you can imagine yourself marrying?”

“No, not yet.”

Before Ayato can even heave a relieved sigh, you follow with, “But my mother is making me go on dates to see people. Said if I didn't bring home a man soon, she'd come all this way to drag me back by my ear and introduce me to her friend's son.”

“Ah, I get that...” Your friend replies emphatically, nodding. “But those kind of meetings hardly go well. And you can't exactly tell your mother's friend you don't find her son attractive, right?”

“Why not just marry Mr. Kamisato, then?” Another one pipes up, to which Ayato gives a mental salute of appreciation. “You spend most of your time together. If you're not married to your job, then you're practically married to him.”

A cackle sends his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Not a chance.”

Can you at least expound why?!

“Huh? Why not? I mean, Mr. Kamisato is on another realm of existence and I can never hope to be on the same level as him, but you look good together!”

Your face pinches to a tight frown. “Look good together? In what way?”

“When you stand side by side, it just looks... right. And like I've mentioned earlier, you spend all your time with him. Why not seal the deal?”

“Mr. Kamisato is reliable, and if you marry him, you're set for life. He's handsome too, and we've all seen his muscles at our company sports day a few months ago!”

“I've never been so thankful for team-building events. Hallelujah.”

Ayato's face burns in embarrassment hearing the dreamy sighs. Even if they think there isn't anyone else listening on them (which is false), shouldn't they exert some restraint at work?

“Please don't lust over my boss,” you assert sternly, voice ice cold. “And we have a strictly professional relationship. So don't get any weird ideas from here on out, alright?”

“Fine. Tell me that again when I'm invited at your wedding, I dare you.”

“I said-”

They wave off your vehement protests at the statement. “Then if you're not into Mr. Kamisato, what do you plan to do?”

Ayato perks up, straining his ears in rapt attention.

“...I'm going on a date this weekend,” you sigh, rubbing circles on your temples. “I'll let you know how it goes.”

Oh no.

--

“-Dinner was nice. We didn't expect the rain shower, but he ran to the convenience store across the street to buy an umbrella because he didn't want me to get wet on the way to the car. He said it would be a waste if my hair got ruined since I-”

Slurp.

“...Styled it for the occasion. Then he drove me home. I found out we liked the same band from the music he played, and we agreed to-”

Sluuurp.

“-Go to their upcoming concert together. Then we somehow also like the same novel that's getting a movie adaption soon, so we also promised to see it-”

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurp.

“Could you please refrain from making noise when eating, sir?”

Ayato decidedly does not comply and only slurps his boba tea harder, nearly choking on a tapioca pearl yet again.

As always, you learn to ignore him.

“Concert... and a movie. I'm not sure about the concert, but the film you're talking about is the one coming out in the next two months, right?” Thoma confirms, sweating when Ayato's expression turns visibly grim. “You plan to see him for that long...?”

“Even if dating doesn't work out, we can always become friends, can't we?” You shrug, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “He seems like a nice guy. We get along really well, considering we've only met once. I ended up agreeing to a second date-”

The passive-aggressive slurping persists for the following afternoon.

--

“I've been meaning to ask for a while,” Thoma treads carefully, noticing Ayato's rapid-fire typing—no, striking—on the keyboard, “Ms. [Surname] is good at her job, but you seem really... eager to make her stay, sir.”

Ayato's fingers halt in their movement, and he takes a second to flash his business smile. “Of course. She's a valuable asset, and I'd be foolish to let her go.”

“Yes, I'm well aware, but...” Thoma scratches his cheek, looking off to the side. “You didn't go to such lengths when your former assistants resigned from their post. Or, uh... you fired most of them.”

“Yes,” Ayato simply agrees, still smiling, “she's competent. You don't find anyone like her easily, so it's only natural I'd want her to stay.”

“What do you mean by 'anyone like her,' sir?”

Thoma is awfully talkative today. Ayato might need to feed him something spicy to shut him up.

“Ms. [Surname] is special.” The words smoothly leave his lips. “Does anyone else have the meetings and company events scheduled for the next month memorized? She's the only one I can count on for work matters.”

Thoma's shoulders slump. “Okay, let me get straight to the point. Do you-”

“Mr. Kamisato?”

Thoma nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice, accompanied by the clack of your heels.

“What is it?” The cold smile on his face finally melts to something more genuine, softer around the edges and looking especially radiant. It's welcoming, like your arrival counts as a joyous occasion, and he is exponentially more attentive compared to the way he lent Thoma half his ear (the other preoccupied with a phone call, which he swiftly ends the moment you walk in).

“I came to deliver some files from Ms. Miko... did I interrupt something?” You gesture to Thoma standing idly by the side, dumbfounded from Ayato's inconceivable behavior.

“Not at all. Is there anything else?” Ayato accepts the documents, noticing your hesitance to leave.

“Ah, yes, I will be asking for time off tomorrow.”

That's... rare?

But it's not a hard request. Ayato's own schedule is blank for the most part, since the latest project wrapped up not too long ago, and the workload is lighter than usual. Missing one work day won't do any harm.

“It's fine, but could I ask why?”

You fidget, tentative as you reply, “I was invited... for a trip on a cruise. He insisted I come since his friend bailed on him and the tickets would go to waste.”

The warmth in his eyes freezes over.

“The tickets would go to waste...” Ayato repeats under his breath, mockingly cruel. The tone flies past your head but it hits Thoma full-force, making him sweat profusely.

Distasteful. An utter disgrace of a man. The magnitude of his ignorance is so awe-inspiring, I have to applaud. I must give credit where it is due, and the foolishness of this clown is truly impressive. “The tickets will go to waste,” he says? His money must worth more to him than his dignity. Inviting Ms. [Surname] to a date on a workday with no regard for her schedule is one thing, but making her out to be an afterthought as a substitute for his original travel partner is another. How shameful. This is no way to treat a lady. If Ayaka were to be with a man of his caliber, I would never allow it.

But what he says outloud is of course, “I see. I hope you have fun, then.”

--

Corporate events are, for the most part, adequately entertaining.

Preparing for it is not.

But the worst part isn't even brainstorming themes, or finding an appropriate venue, or planning the logistics, or writing the guest list.

It's choosing what to wear.

Actually, the cause for Ayato's headache isn't even what attire he'll go with. It's yours.

“That looks wonderful,” Yae praises, looking at the picture on your phone. It displays a silver necklace, a tear drop topaz encased in a diamond twist. It pairs well with the dress you bought with Ayaka last week, an elegant fit that accentuated your curves.

However.

“He chose that for you, didn't he?”

The stoic line of Ayato's mouth twitches and his eyes can't help but sweep over your screen, scrutinizing each grainy pixel.

Though he has plenty of insults prepared at his arsenal, he can't find anything to nitpick about. Damn it. It's a good choice.

“You'll look stunning,” Kokomi assures good-naturedly, smiling in delight. Ayato does not doubt that will be the case, but he's sure he would be in a foul mood the entire night if he were to see you adorning it.

He has already retrieved his coffee from the break room so he excuses himself to his office, long strides that lead him out of earshot.

As a result, he doesn't hear the following conversation.

“Why this, though?” Kokomi asks, looking closely at the accessory. “It's a simple design. Doesn't look like something a man would pick from the rest.”

You shake your head. “I just told him I wanted something blue, and I couldn't choose myself because there were too many that caught my eye...”

“Blue?” She echoes, a simple curiosity. “Why blue?”

“...It's a pretty color.”

--

It is an actual coincidence that Ayato runs into you in the middle of shopping.

You're hunched over a display stand showcasing a variety of earrings, deep in thought as you observe each one. You're doing that thing where you scrunch your nose in concentration, a habit Ayato doesn't think you even realize you have.

“Fancy meeting you here, Ms. [Surname].”

(He wonders what face you would've made if he said “You go here often?” instead. Probably some degree of disgust.)

You blink, correcting your posture and nodding in greeting. You don't look particularly thrilled to see him, but at least you're unbothered by the prospect of seeing your boss on a free day. “You're here to shop too, Mr. Kamisato?”

Ayato smiles amicably. “I am. Were you planning to buy earrings?”

“Yes, but...” Your gaze returns to the display, your own smile faltering. “It is a bit difficult to choose.”

He walks over, scanning the variety up and down. “Is it really? You only need to choose a pair that matches your necklace, right?” He focuses on shades of silver, bypassing the vibrant colors of reds and pinks. Not even fifteen seconds later, he picks out a card and holds it out next to your ear. “This one looks nice on you.”

“Huh? Really?” Perhaps surprised by his swiftness, it takes you a moment to react accordingly. You take the card from his hands and flip it over, eyes widening by a fraction. “Oh. It is rather pretty.” Then they widen further as big as saucers. “I can't say the same for the price tag, though.”

“Hm? What price tag?”

He plucks the earrings from your hands, walks to the counter, and pays for it without a second thought.

“M-Mr. Kamisato?”

“Pull up your hair.”

“Eh? Oh, okay.”

You're so caught off guard that you unwittingly do as he says, tucking your hair back obediently and still processing the last two minutes.

His fingers tug at your ear, warmth bleeding to your skin, and by the time you return to reality, he's already putting the earrings on you.

STORY FLOW.

ok i lied i actually can't remember shit about this fic so i will be making up stuff as i go lol

what i do remember clearly is that the resignation notice that ayato found on your desk is years old. you meant to submit it way, way back when ayato was tougher on you, and you weren't as well-adjusted as you are now to the job yet. as stated in the fic, being ayato's secretary is no easy task—he'd fired countless people he thought was incompetent.

you fought a number of times, and you didn't know if you could keep up working for a man you thought was simply incompatible with you (in terms of being colleagues/partners).

but over time, you learned to work together. ayato acknowledged your efforts and hard work, and you knew ayato had been trying to give you less jobs to reduce your workload, but you were going to prove that hou could handle it.

what truly made you appreciate ayato more was when you got stranded at the train station. you dealt with a far company they collaborated with, but work ended later than expected, and you'd missed the last train home. taxis were an option, but youd have to go through several of them to get back. right when you were thinking of checking into a hotel, ayato informed you he was already on his way and drove a couple of hours to get where you were to bring you home.

time continued to pass, and that brings us back to the present. you were on the process of cleaning up your desk and left the old resignation notice out in the open by accident, which led to ayato seeing it.

it is very apparent to the others that you two like each other, but the involved parties themselves are unaware of it. you currently aren't eager to get married, but you were trying to meet people so your parents would stop bugging you about still being single.

anyway, ayato bought those earrings for you. timeskip to the corporate event. you unconsciously picked a blue motif for your outfit because it reminds you of ayato.

when you get there, surprise, surprise. the man you were meeting, kazuha is a bigwig, heir to some other corporation. he actually owned that cruise he invited you to and pretended he didn't because you might be intimidated. ayato didn't think the kazuha he knew and the kazuha you knew were the same person, and now the advantage he had over him was ruled out (i.e being rich). (actually while i was rereading i was surprised i didn't mention that it was kazuha...? istg i was imagining him the whole time i wrote about him)

anyhow, as it became later in the night, ayato wanted to get you home before kazuha could offer to drive you back or worse, spend the night with him. ayato acted drunk so you'd tend to him and accompany him home while his driver was in charge of taking you to his apartment. as you were nagging at him, he compared your interactions with him to yours and kazuha's. you were certainly nicer to that man. smiled at him a lot more, too. did you really like him that much?

if you did, could he let you go?

he was ashamed that he couldn't answer it right away. as if he had any right to whatever you do.

you carried him to bed when you got to his apartment, but when you were preparing to leave, he hugged you from behind. do you like that man? why do you want to leave me? why can't it be me? ayato was just pretending to be drunk, but he felt dizzy now, soaked in your scent. he said things that he wasn't supposed to. things that he couldn't take back. things that would change your relationship forever.

slowly, you took away the hands wrapped around your waist. ayato figured that was a message of rejection.

but then you pushed him back down on the bed and you straddled his lap. his mind was silent for but a few seconds before he started screaming mentally.

i've always wanted you, but i knew it was impossible. you have a fiancee. i'm an ordinary worker. your family won't accept me. ayato's mind was in a daze because your face was so close to his, and all he could see was the red, glossy shade on your lips, but he managed to hear those few sentences.

it doesn't matter. nothing else matters. i can't marry if it's not you. if you accept me, i swear i'll make you happy.

from here on, it could be a happy, fluffy ending where turns out, you were tipsy so you were more honest with him and you fell asleep in the middle of kissing so he took it upon himself to change your dress into something more comfortable and end the night with a forehead kiss...

...or you could continue what you were doing and the first thing ayato takes off is the damned necklace so he could replace it with a smattering of hickeys. your choice ^^

[rosy-hollow]

｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈• ｡ﾟ╰┈➤ @lillycore ⦂ Hey! Can I request something else with Sukuna? Maybe collage au , where Sukuna is in college for engineering, but reader doesn’t go to university and instead focuses on being a freelance artist , but sometimes she sneaks into some of Sukuna’s courses with him? 》 ✐ᝰ YIPPEE MORE SUKUNA!! (sorry i cut out all the parenthesis for space purposes 😭) ｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈• ｡ﾟ

No one’s really sure when you started showing up to Sukuna’s engineering lectures.

As far as most people were concerned, you’d always been there—like you materialized out of thin air and effortlessly became part of the atmosphere.

But honestly, no one minded.

You arrived alongside your pink-haired boyfriend, and the two of you had an interesting dynamic. The two of you being highschool sweethearts, he had mellowed out over the years - most likely because of you. However, you working as a freelance artist gave you both endless time... and absolutely none at all.

While Sukuna was out at university, you’d spend hours sitting in your apartment, sketching on your tablet—a gift from him, of course. You loved it. But, no matter how much you adored your work, being alone in your apartment without quickly grew... depressing.

So, one day, wordlessly, Sukuna dragged you to one of his lectures. Without asking, he pulled out the chair beside him, muttering under his breath that you should “Behave.”

You shrugged, popped in one earbud, and settled in, drawing quietly next to him. Sukuna listened to the lecture and took notes diligently; you? You lost yourself in your art.

It didn’t take long for the professor to notice a new face in his class, though it took even longer for him to realize you were, in fact, not a student. It was when Sukuna casually asked a question about compression ratios that the professor caught sight of you humming softly, your stylus moving fluidly on your tablet.

The professor didn’t know what to do with you. But, honestly, you weren’t a distraction, so he decided it wasn’t a huge deal.

And that was how you became the honorary student in Sukuna’s Solid Mechanics class — despite not having the faintest idea what half of it meant.

It didn’t make you stupid, though.

“And so you see, as per this graph—”

Your hand shot up, and the professor paused, glancing over at you in mild surprise, as if he hadn’t expected you to speak up.

“Yes?” he addressed you calmly.

You frowned a little, twirling your stylus between your fingers. “I think there’s a part of the graph missing in the key... the green squiggly bit? It’s kind of vague about what the graph’s actually trying to show... If I’m out of place, just let me know, but would something like this be better?”

You held up your tablet, showing your version of the graph—redrawn in a clearer, more digestible way.

The professor blinked, clearly taken aback as he read over the graph. He let out a short, impressed huff. “This is quite impressive—did you draw this yourself?”

You nodded sheepishly, and the professor’s expression softened, a genuine smile crossing his face. He tapped Sukuna’s notebook, already prepared to speak to him.

“You get this sent to me, yeah? And Sukuna—” He glanced over at your boyfriend, who was now watching you with that familiar pride in his eyes. “You found yourself a good one.”

Sukuna met your gaze, his lips curling into a small but proud smirk as he leaned in to kiss your temple.

“That’s m’girl.”

A/N: is it obvious i know next to nothing about engineering

[bluebeads-art]

2024 October 30th

A friend introduced me to the game Ghost Town Pumpkin Festival (by adamgryu on itch.io) and I was so thoroughly charmed by it that I dropped everything to plan out a carving. Pumpkin carving is very serious business after all. :]

I really didn't expect it to come out this well! The carving in that game is a technical marvel but it is uhhhh fussy. And not very precise. And while you get an undo button, there's no eraser or means to sketch!

I descended into madness a lil' bit on Siffrin, but they're recognizable! Success!! RIP to his eyebrow and silver pins though. The mental gymnastics required for his eye/hair and hand did collateral damage to them. Loop's hand also took me like 6 tries lmfao.

Bonus stuff under the cut!

Ghost selfie ghost selfie!

If 2024's server is still up while you're reading this and you want to see my pumpkin for yourself, have directions!

Go to the Forgotten World alternate universe, turn right from the spawn point, and hang right following the road. You should see a big arch sign for "Dusty Fields." Follow the road under it, and my pumpkin is on the left near the red barn!

Time taken on the digital art part was 4 hours and 7 minutes. Loop took half the time Siffrin did, they were MADE for the polygon lasso tool. No clue how long I spent head-in-hands-ing on the carving part, haha.

Bonus WIP lore! I did a little test to get a feel for the restrictions of carving before I started drawing, and behold their magnificence:

Can you see why I was surprised the final pumpkin came out good? I had "Expectation VS Reality" jokes ready to go, but they were unnecessary. 😂

Lastly, have Light Mode Goofy Loop because they killed me when I flipped the lights on. They are SO crusty <3

[codnriddlewhore]

Don't do this | a Tom Riddle oneshot

A/N: HII soo this is my first attempt at fics, dont hesitate to say anything, good or bad

k have fun :))

tags: professor tom riddle/professor reader, marriage, angst, horcruxes, sorry if i forget any

wc: 1,584

They've been together, inseparable for 3 years, married for 2 and a half. 

Tom saw her as an equal as much as someone like him could, she entranced his very being. They talked about subjects he was interested in, in a very objective and intelligent way and he was in awe when he realised he found a match, someone that could understand his fascinations and obsessions. She mostly didn't share them but she was open, he could ask her at 2 in the morning which one of the unforgivable 

curses she'd use to get information from someone and she'd genuinely give it some thought. 

Her fascinations lay more in the zoological department, muggle and magical. She spent hours in forests and jungles, the beings holding her attention for hours. Though, like Tom, she found it hard to open up to people and find like-minded individuals not just regarding creatures but life in general. When he asked to come with her on one of her shorter research-trips, she felt her body and sould levitate. Her greatest wish has always been to grow old with someone loving by her side, someone who she'd love back with her whole self.  Is it him? She hoped so and prayed every night.

He felt the same when she asked about his sketches and faveorite books. Tom Riddle, the usually selfish and greedy man, suddenly interested in the eccentric and always joyful zoology professor? He cursed himself for it, a good 5 months before talking to her for the first time. 

Now she is staying at his home in the country, a dark penthouse by the sea. To be specific, it is not as dark now, he found that she brought more light into it than any possible lamp. 

As dreamy as this may sound, but like in every married life, there's always small and petty arguments. Like now, her sitting in bed and reading, not giving him half an ounce of attention while he looked at her from the doorframe. 

He mentioned horcruxes and the sheer idea of immortality a few times, even on the day they met, but she simply laughed it off. Who would want to be soulles? It seemed absurd. 

But yesterday evening, when he explained that he wants to go through with his plan of doing so, she couldn't bare to give him more than a gulp and ignorance. He was being mean.

"Apologise, so we can spend at least the evening as a couple. It's cold to sleep without you in my arms." Tom meant it genuinely, but his tone was rough. He didn't understand her problem.

She simply kept on reading, like he didn't even exist. He groaned in annoyance and that did it. 

"I'm sorry, did my back damage your knife in any way? Do excuse me", he winced and didn't know if it was because of her closing her book shut loudly or her words. Probably the latter. 

"What do you mean?"

She exhaled in confusion. Did he actually not see the problem? 

"Tom. You outright told me that you want to split your soul from your body and divide it into 7 different parts. Oh and that you want to live forever. Do you not understand why I'm upset?"

"I'm going to be honest, no, I don't. I find you're being ridiculous, this is a marvelous discovery. "

"Well it is, which on the other hand doesn't mean you have to partake in it!" she says as she sits up straighter in the bed. 

He sees that and mirrors her reaction, standong up straight and putting his hands in the pockets of his pyjama pants. 

"Why not? It would help me be more focused on my work and goals and I wouldn't be occupied with unnecessary matters."

"Like me?" His wife didn't know if she regretted saying that, but it came out in the same second he ended his sentence.

Quiet.

"Don't do this. Of course not like you, you matter a huge deal. This would benefit me in every part of my life, I'd be the most powerful wozard that ever lived. There's been noone else more powerful than Death in the history of wizardry and it could be your husband, how are you not the least bit proud?"

"Proud!? You want me to be proud!? What else should I do, throw you a party and congratulate you on a life of pure damnation!?"

She was now standing approximately 1 horizontal man away from him, on a good way to become furious. 

"Damnation? I hope you mean admiration and being seen with respect, fear and devotion for the rest of time."

"Tommy?" She only called him that when she felt truly helpless or frustrated.

"Yes darling?"

Her voice went almost inaudible, "Where am I in that wonderful way of living you so dream of?"

"By my side." He was sure of that and knew he needed her in this. She'd be his queen in the whole thing.

She breaks into a series of scoffs, some distrustful and some humorous, she found the situation quite absurb. What were they even discussing? 

"I'll age! I'll age and be old and grey and wrinkly and youll still be thirty! It'll look ridiculous."

Was it embarrassing he hadn't thought of that? 

"There's plenty of spells to slow down aging." Stupid Riddle.

"Great Havens. If we put that aside, what about your soul? You'll be a shell of the man you truly are. How do you explain that?"

"What? Thats foolish, I'll be myself!"

"You'll be a soulless man! Only goal driven and shutting out everything else! We'll never again talk about life and the universe late at night, you'll never again appreciate me making you tea when you forget the time in your study and we'll never joke about the future and raising an army of baby wizards who we'll name after the imaginary friends we had as children. We'll never go to the city again and you'll never pick out a flower I adore and buy it behind my back to surprise me later although I'd always catch you and we'll never buy cheesy and ironic books for each other in that beautiful old book store we love. Now call me crazy and soft, but I happen to cherish these things."

It was hard to look him in the eyes during saying all that, but she needed to get her point across. She also despised herself for tearing up at this very moment, walking towards him with a pointed finger.

"Tommy, I swore to support and love you in everything you do, but- but taking the soul of the man I love from me-", she hesitated, wanting to stop her voice from breaking and breath from hitching.

He gulped. This was unfair.

"Don't do this."

"-taking that; now that's too much for me. I can't stand behind that."

"You're being cruel."

"I'm not the only one."

That stung, it stung them both at the same time. In the end, they were both just people. She was now standing very few inches infront of him, pointing at his chest, barely holding herself together. 

"You know what? Do it. I wont stop you or hold you back. That was never my goal."

"I don't understand. Forst you can't stand behind it then you say go ahead."

"If this makes you happy, what I truly doubt, you'll do it without me."

That made his dinner almost come up slightly, it was never an option. 

"You can't just leave now, you know I love you. Do you not love me anymore? Is that what you're trying to say?", he knew it spounded mean but he hoped to get the point across, he was genuinely wondering.

"Oh don't twist this. I'll always love you with every part of me, body, soul, mind and all, as long as I live, that's why I can't-

that's why I can't watch you do this..."

"So what are you going to do? Just leave? You know you can't do that." He didn't quite believe that she would. Was it cowardly to start a fight rather than comfort her or express his own feelings? He'd have to look into that.

She breathed in, deeper than ever before. It was important that she stays collected now.

"Fine. I'll leave when you do it. That way you wont miss me."

Tom Riddle never got dizzy, he was too aware of his surroundings for that. Yet, now he was holding  onto the doorframe next to him with such strength, that his knuckles turned paper white. He was also afraid to touch her, even breath in her direction, because she might fully disappear already.

"You can't...you can't be serious..." It was more of a whispered plea than a threat. 

She on the other hand, felt that she needed to touch him or else this stupid boat of too many emotions for both of them would sink to the bottom of the deepest point in the ocean. His cold cheeks warmed at the touch of her palms. In that very moment he also exhaled briefly, still finding deep-rooted comfort in her, even at this time. Her eyes filled with tears, to the brim this time and she ignored them, it was no time to sob now. Her right hand caressed his hair; like it was any other moment they shared before.

"I'm sorry Tommy. I really wanted us to get grey and wrinkly together."

to be continued...

[leah-lover]

Sketches. Mapi x Ingrid x reader.

Summary: what happens when Ingrid and mapi discover the sketches r drew of them.

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Doom scrolling on your phone after practice was your favorite activity of the day. You would come home exhausted, throw your kitbag in the hallway, and cocoon in your coach for about an hour.

Today was no different. You got home and did the same thing. You opened TikTok, and scrolled half mindedly. One video though grabbed your attention. It was a tik tok from the official page of Barcelona where your teammates were asked to describe you in a few words.

Cata was the first to answer and she did so by describing you as quiet. It was fair you didn't talk much if at all. It's not that you weren't comfortable enough with the team, you were just a quiet person. Irene was next and she called you kind which put a smile on your face. All your teammates called you different versions of sweet, kind, funny, quiet, and shy. You found their words endearing and it almost brought you to tears. This reaction quickly went away after you heard what mapi described you. “ Talented artist.” your face turned white and your heartbeat was accelerating. Her answer was followed by Ingrid who described you as an “ impressive painter.”

You dropped your phone quickly. “ No it can't be. No no no no. Fuck!!” You got up from the couch and tried to keep yourself busy. You put away your kit bag, did laundry , cleaned the house surprisingly thoroughly. You even meal prepped. all of this so that you wouldn't think about that video, their response, and what most likely saw.

Your alarm found you awake for the first time since the champion’s league final which spoke greatly to the anxiety you were experiencing. The thought of being face to face with them knowing that they know your secret terrified you but had to go to training so you did, and your mission was to get through the day without making contact with them because if you did you would either cry or throw up and that wasn't an option.

“ Nena what's wrong?” Asked Alexia at the meeting room.

“ Nothing capi everything is good.” You say trying to contain your tears. That's when she held your hand and redirected her focus to the coach. She rubbed her thumb across your knuckles once in a while. Once the meeting was over she pulled you gently out of the room and to a different room.

“ We are not getting out of this room until you tell me what is wrong.” Alexia looked so gentle, caring and a little bit worried. But you couldn't tell her what was wrong.

“ Nena I love you and I care about you deeply. Your anxiety is clearly through the roof. Just let me help you. We decided that you would let me help, remember.” She put her hand on your shoulder and desperately waited for an answer.

Alexia was like a big sister to you. She helped you survive your time in Barca but your issue right now was within the team not the pressure or the limelight and you know there was nothing to fix it.

“ I want a transfer. I want to leave Barcelona. I want to leave. “ You close your eyes so that you won't cry.

“ It's okay pequena everything is gonna be okay. I can fix this, whatever this is I can fix it. Trust me.” She pulled you in for a hug. Your anxiety was through the roof and the voices in your head were screaming vile and scary things at you.

“ I want to leave ale. I am serious.” You try to say sturnely.

“ You are one of your best strikers. We need you now more than ever if we want to quadruple again. And we do so you are staying.” She just held you as you cried some more.

Once you calmed down you apologized to Alexia. “ I guess you aren't gonna tell me right?” she asked again.

“ It's just about a stupid video.” You tried to stop the words as they were coming out of your mouth but it was too late.

“What video?” She asked suspiciously.

“ A video posted by the Barca page. It's nothing to worry about. Sorry capi, I didn't mean to freak out.”

“ It's fine Nena if you don't feel like training you can go home. “ She proposed after realizing you won't say anything.

“ Yeah I think that is a good idea.” You went to the locker room, grabbed your bag and left. Alexia then pulled out her phone and searched for the video you were talking about. She watched it 3 times and her teamates’s answers seemed fine, but she got suspicious of mapi and Ingrid's answers so she went to talk to them.

“ Maria, Ingrid, I need to talk to you.” Demanded the captain. They complied and waited for her at the side of the pitch.

“ Where is Nena?” Asked mapi.

“ That's what I am here to talk to you about. She went home now. I just managed to calm her down but she isn't okay. She was crying and she said she wanted a transfer from this team. She also said something about a video the social media team posted. I didn't understand anything.” Mapi and Ingrid gave one another a look they both understood. They knew what troubled you and they felt bad for it.

“ Don't worry about it ale. We will make things right, I promise you.” Said Ingrid.

“So you did something wrong. You hurt her somehow” Alexia started to frown with anger.

“ Ale calm down, I will tell you everything just not now. Everything will be alright tomorrow.”

“Well it better fucking be or you will answer to me.” added the captain before leaving.

When you arrived home your head was pounding because of the crying so you headed straight to your bedroom, got under the covers and slept almost immediately, too tired to do anything else. You only woke up when your phone was buzzing under your pillow.

“ Hola” you answered without checking who is calling.

“ Hola Nena, I need you to open the door. We are standing outside.” Said a familiar voice.

You put your phone to the side and went straight to your door not realizing what you were doing.

Once you opened the door, your eyes opened wide, surprised at who was at your door. You stood there like a statue trying desperately to calm the voices in your head.

“Nena , please let us in, we need to talk to you.” said ingrid in the gentlest voice you ever heard.

You couldn't kick them out so you stepped aside and let them get in. By the time you got to the living room your heart was beating very fast, each breath was harder and harder and the walls around you started to close in on you. Mapi was the first one to notice so she came running towards you. She took your hand, guided you to the couch and started to construct you to take deep breaths.

“ I am gonna leave. Transfer window is in 2 weeks so the coach has enough time to secure a deal with a new team. Even if they dont we can fake an injury for the media and I can just stay home until the summer where we can look again for another deal. You don't have to worry about anything. I won't cause any problems i swear. . ” you say once you get your breath back.

“ nena why do you think anybody wants you to leave?” askes ingrid.

“ I know you think I am a creep, I understand that. I don't want to cause any problems within the team so I am leaving.” you try to say as calmly as you can.

“ nena we don't think you are creepy.” replied mapi. You look at them with confusion. What if you understood everything all wrong? what if you had jumped to false confusion? What if this was all a misunderstanding from you part?

“ You said in that video that I draw really well. I never showed you any of my drawings so that means that you saw them.” you try to piece everything together.

They both look at eachother hesitantly before ingrid starts talking.

“ The other day in the locker room you wanted to talk to the physio and left your ipad open, that's when I saw a drawing of myself and I zoomed out to see the full picture. I then accidentally swiped and saw that you drew a few portraits of me and mapi separately and together.” you knew that they saw the portraits, but hearing the words come out of ingrid’s mouth made the situation much worse for you. Those drawings were something sacred and intimate to you. You expressed your every thought through them. They were your safe space and they gave solace. But now they have changed into a nightmare that would force you to leave your favorite place in the world.

“ Did you see all of them?” your voice seemed to have shrunk and as you ask the question staring at the floor.

“ yes but we don't think it's creepy. We think it's beautiful that you drew us.” mapi didn't know what to say. She was afraid that she said the wrong thing and made the situation worse.

“ mapi you saw 79 portraits of you and your girlfriend on my ipad. Very detailed portraits of the two of you that I drew when I was near you in the meeting room or training or the dinner hall or even my own bedroom and you don't think that that’s a little bit sick.” you ask the question sarcastically.

“ No we don't. look we didn't come here to fight with you or reprimand you we….” you didn't let ingrid finish her sentence, you instead got up, grabbed your ipad and displayed the portraits for them.

“ You seriously don't think this portrait is creepy.” you show them a portrait you drew of them kissing. You weren't thinking of how embarrassing this moment was, you were trying to convince yourself that they hate you because it was better than the alternative. “ Look, I hate myself for this more than you could ever hate me. That's why I want to leave. I am not going to make you feel uncomfortable anymore. “

“ can you please just shut up for a moment. We don't hate you, we don't find you creepy, we liked what we saw, and we think you are very talented. Please don't turn this into something it's not. And please don't ask for a transfer.” mapi didn't mean for her words to come out like that but she couldn't stand seeing the hurt on your face.

“ Look what Maria means to say is that it's all good with us. You don't have to worry about anything and that we are sorry we brought it up in the first place.” ingrid then extended her arms and offered you a hug which you took. You hugged her and mapi again as they left your apartment. Once you found yourself alone in your house again you grabbed your ipad and smashed it to the ground cracking the screen. You left it there on the ground and went straight to bed.

While you slept soundly the couple were the ones that would stay awake late at night.

' you shouldn't have said it like that maria.�� reprimanded ingrid.

“ What did you want me to do? I couldn't just sit there and let her insult herself.” defended mapi.

“ I don't think we handled it right. We should have talked to her more.”

“ you have seen her when she closes herself off. You can't break through when she does that. Once she convinced herself with something you can't undo it. And now she convinced herself that we hate her which isn't true.”

“ We have to find a way to convince her otherwise. She can't leave.”

“ she won't, amor.”

The next day was travel day and you were the first on that bus. You sat in the front, put on your head phones and closed your eyes. The team knew from alexia not to bother you and alexia was informed by ingrid and mapi to let them handle your situation.

You didn't hear anybody get on the bus, you only realized what was happening when the bus started moving. You weren't bothered for the first 20 minutes of the ride but that didn't last long because somebody snatched an airpod from your ear.

“ No iPad today?” asked a smiling mapi who sat next to you . Ingrid sat in front of you.

“ No, I gave that up.”

“ It's a shame you were very good at it.” she responded.

“ Since when did you start drawing?” asked ingrid.

“ since I was a kid. My therapist used to encourage me to do it because I wasn't so good at expressing what i am feeling.”

“ and these drawings help you express your feelings?” you knew what ingrid was getting to and you didn't want to go there so you went for your phone to try and increase the volume of the airpod left in your ear but ingrid’s hand got to it first.

“ Yesterday we were scared that we would say the wrong thing. But today I would rather say the wrong thing than lose you nena.” what ingrid said shocked you.

“ So you were saying that drawing helps you express things right?” continues mapi.

“ yeah. I am not very good at words. I never was so I drew all the words I couldn't say. “

“ Do you have your ipad with you?” asked ingrid.

“ No, I don't have an ipad anymore i smashed it yesterday.”

“ why?”

“ because….” you were quickly interrupted by mapi “ don't you dare say it's creepy.”

A staff member interrupts your conversation by putting an envelope on the table.

“ room 1209, 3 beds like you asked.” she said looking at mapi.

“ What did you do?” you ask confused.

“ I am making sure you are not leaving.”

The bus stopped so you couldn't continue the conversation. You weren't left any room to protest the decision that was made for you as the couple were more stubborn than you are.

Once you got in the room you were hit with the reality that you were going to have to sleep in the same room as them.

“ mapi i can't stay here.”

“ why not?”

“ You know the reason why.”

“ No we dont.” said ingrid.

“ Please don't make me go through this. I promise I won't leave, just please don't make me.”

“ I don't understand why you are so upset right now. We are just going to share a room.

The couple knew that playing dumb would anger you enough that you would start talking. The melancholic look on their faces hit the nail on the head.

“ i cant be here because of the same reason i drew those fucking drawing.. I tried to get you out of my head by drawing you and fantasizing about you but i can't stay stop whatever i am feeling from coming out when i'm sleeping and you are cuddling next to me.”

“ Why would that bother you?” they continued to play on your built up anger.

“ It bothers me because I want to be in the middle of you. I want to be with you. That's why I drew you, that's why I fantasize about it and that's why I can't sleep here.” you weren't realizing what you were saying not until you said it and it hit you like a truck.

Suddenly , you see the couple moving two beds together, taking off their shoes, and laying on the bed. Ingrid then taps on the space between them calling you over.

“ you gotta be fucking kidding me?” you say.

“ We knew what you felt the day we saw you drawing but we thought we were just reaching or projecting our feelings towards you. Since yesterday we were trying to get you to admit your feelings so that we would do too but you kept on insulting yourself which was nice by the way so we resulted in playing dumb which clearly worked. “ said mapi.

“ We care about you, we don't want to lose you. We don't have to figure out everything right now so just come and lay with us please. “ added ingrid.

You were moving on autopilot when you took off your shoes and layed in the middle of the bed between them . you stared at ingrid’s eyes for long time before you moved or spoke.

“ Your eyes are so beautiful I could never capture them in a drawing.” you then look over at mapi “ and you smile i don't think i have never seen it up close. This is too much.” you try to get up but they stop you.

“ We don't have to do anything right now.” mapi handed you a notebook and a pen.

“ Why don't you draw this moment now.” you take the pen and the biggest smile spreads on your face as you get up, look at them, and start drawing as they admired you.

[kamospeach]

plot: tattooartist!geto wants his favorite canvas to show off his work.

content warning: oral f!receiving, choking, piv sex, fingering, praising, doggy, breeding, a lot of dirty talk

peachy's yap: placed in Tokyo, but i didn't use conversions, and i specified that when speaking about money. i wrote this before i started writing on tumblr so it might be a lil bad.

"mmm, sugu..." you moaned, trying to stop the force of his thrust with your hand.

"be a good girl and take it all for me, okay?" he groaned out, intertwining your fingers behind your back and holding your hand in place.

now, you're probably wondering how you got here. hours before the incident you and your friends sat around on your bed. you all were scrolling through pinterest, trying to help your youngest friend build the courage to get a tattoo. you had friends of all different ages, races, and types since you transferred to a school in tokyo. your college in the us had an exchange program, which you were eager to sign up for. in all honesty, you were excited to meet the famous tiktok star satoru gojo.

living in tokyo was still new to you, and you had been going to school there for a year and a half. you made a lot of friends who were from the same program as you. you were the oldest and most obvious mom of the group. you treated the others like they were fragile babies, even though some of them were only a few months younger than you. one of your friends had just recently turned 19 and had never gotten a tattoo.

"come on, tattoos aren't that bad." you stressed to your friend. you were littered with tattoos, 25 in total, so of course, it seemed like nothing to you.

"that's not fair you have so many this will be my first one." he complained, and you laughed at his nervousness.

"what about your artist that did the majority of yours? can he do it?" another one of your friends asked, and you nodded at her statement.

"yeah, he's very gentle, so it won't be bad. i'll facetime him." you said and called suguru. 

the whole time you had been in tokyo, suguru had been doing your tattoos. out of 25, he did 20 of them, which made you get closer. sometimes, he did your tattoos when you just popped up or even after hours when he was fully booked. most times, you would call him and talk while he sketched a large tattoo for you. you guys had become friends and even got some tattoos for free, small ones, of course. it was also oddly convenient since you're a major fangirl for his best friend, satoru.

"you must need something." he blurted, answering on the third ring. you giggled at his assumption, looking at the way his phone was sitting.

"you're doing a tattoo?" you asked, slightly dodging his statement.

"yes, my only appointment for the day, you need to come by?" he asked, he never passed up a chance to take your money for something he loved doing. especially getting to see your pretty face sit in his chair and the look of satisfaction on that face when he finished the tattoo. 

"my friend wants a tattoo, and i recommended you because you're not too heavy-handed." you said, throwing in a smile, and he chuckled. he looked good to you, maybe better than usual. he had on a white shirt, which was different since he usually wore dark blue or black. you couldn't see his lower half, but you suspected he had jeans or sweats on. his long hair was in the usual bun at the top and hair down in the back.

"why do i feel like you're trying to sweet talk your way into my chair, kid." he joked, and you grumbled at the 'kid' nickname. 

"i'm doing it for my friend." you reminded him.

"oh yeah? so you're not doing it for the tattoo i sent you a couple of days ago." he raised a brow, and you laughed. he had sent you a very large sketch of a dragon that he said would look good on you. he offered to do it for 300 us dollars instead of 700 as long as you modeled it for him. you swore you would promote him on all platforms since you were pretty popular.

"if you want to do it today, we can." you offered, throwing the ball in his court.

"you guys can come i should be done in 30." he laughed, and you smiled, standing as all your friends began grabbing their belongings to leave. you walked away from them, noticing he had his airpods in his ear.

"i missed you, you know." you said lowly, not trying to draw attention to yourself. he glanced at you, and his eyes showed everything he couldn't say aloud.

"i missed you too; you'll hurry and get here, yeah?" he said, making your stomach churn from the naturally seductive tone he carried.

"we're 15 minutes away, but it might be some traffic." you informed him, and he nodded understanding.

𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩

"woah, it's nice in here." your friend said loudly, making everyone else agree. 

"sugu!" you yelled, seeing him grabbing the cash from the client. when the client left, you went to suguru, immediately hugging him tightly. 

"you act as if we haven't seen each other in months." he joked still returning the hug as enthusiastically as you.

"2 weeks is a long time." you huff, sitting in a chair next to him. all your friends followed behind you, standing at the end of the chair. your friend getting the tattoo sat in the chair and explained the idea to geto. he began to sketch as you scrolled through your instagram messages, responding to brands that wanted to work with you. before you knew it, you heard the buzz of the needle, and he began to work. "oh! sugu, i need to tell you about what happened last week."

"i'm listening." he said, yet you could tell in his voice that he was interested. he was focused, and that was when he looked the best. the right side of his lip was tucked between his teeth, and his eyes were low. the veins in his arm protruded due to his grip on the needle, and the vein in his neck that never went away was more prominent. you rested your chin on your palm as you talked to him and watched him work on your friend's arm.

"he's really good." a friend of yours complimented him, and you nodded.

"thank you." he mumbled out, still focusing on his work. after another 30 minutes, he was finished with the tattoo. it was a song lyric, so it didn't take long to finish it and wrap it up. 

"you guys don't have to wait for me; this tattoo is pretty big." you assure your friends.

"you sure? will you need a ride home? i can always come back and get you."

"i'll take her home," suguru interjected, and you smiled, nodding at my friends.

"okay then, bye, see you later!" they all said in unison, waving at you as you walked back to suguru's chair. suguru followed behind your friends to turn off the open sign and lock the door. he closed the curtains and turned off the main lights to ensure no one would assume they were open. he walked to his station and turned on the extra lights he had to brighten up the specific area.

"nobody's here today?" you asked a little late, but your mind was distracted by the white shirt he had on.

"choso only had one client, so he went to pick up yuji. yuki never came, and the other guys left early, too." he explained.

"so, where did you want to put this one?" you smile, looking down at him as he sits in his usual chair.

"your back." he said printing out parts of the pre-sketched tattoo.

"cool! i've been wanting a back tattoo it's so empty." you admit, look at his back muscles flexing as he cleaned his station. "why a white shirt today?"

"is it a crime to wear white?"

"i mean, it is when all you usually wear is dark colors." you smile, and he nods.

"laundry day." he admitted, and you chuckled.

"maybe next time i can get you to wear pink." you smirk.

"maybe not." he said blandly. suguru was an avid pink hater, and light purple came a close second. you always teased him about pink and light purple and even bought him a pink and light purple gift for his birthday (along with tons of black and dark purple gifts). 

"i'm nervous now," you said, taking off your shirt and holding your chest. you had become comfortable with being in minimal clothing around him. he was even there when you got your nipples pierced, which would make sense since he owns the place (you invited him back because you were scared).

"what happened to that kiss you promised me?" he asked, ignoring your statement as your face got hot. 2 weeks ago, geto and you had kissed for the first time. he asked for another, and you told him you would the next time you saw each other.

"you would ask that now that i'm shirtless." you roll your eyes, and he just chuckles. you walk to where he stands, and his tall frame leans down. his hands gripped your waist, bringing you closer, and he whispered in your ear.

"nothing i've never seen before." he kissed your neck under your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. goosebumps formed on your body as if you were cold, but his body kept you warm. the way he spoke about seeing your chest made it almost feel inappropriate, yet it was because of the body piercing.

"so lewd." you sighed as he grabbed your face, bringing it close to his.

"yeah?" he questioned.

"y-" as you began to answer, he cut you off, connecting your lips. your mouth open from speaking, let him insert his tongue in your mouth. forgetting you didn't have on a shirt, your hands went to his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. 

he moaned in the kiss from the feeling of your fingers, loving how it felt. his hands traveled from around your waist to under your breast. your tongues fought for dominance, and he inevitably won as he explored your mouth. without thinking, his thumbs began to lightly caress your nipples, which were sensitive from the piercings you had gotten not even a month ago. he pulled away, looking down at your breast that rested perfectly in his large hands.

"i'm sorry," he apologized breathlessly. he quickly moved his hands, and you tried to catch your breath.

"it's okay." you said honestly, sitting in his seat. your chest pressed against the cold leather. most of your sessions with suguru weren't sensual or sexual. to be honest, this was different for the two of you; you just couldn't deny your attraction to suguru.

"you comfortable because once i get started, you need to stay very still." he said, and you scoffed.

"i know suguru." you said as you heard him laugh. for a second, he paused, letting the soft r&b play through the speaker. you internally chuckled at him playing the shared playlist that was full of music you told him to listen to. he began to place the stencils on your back and draw with the pen to fill in the empty places. as he did these little movements, your eyes closed as partynextdoor 'no chill' played. per usual, your thoughts drifted to suguru. 

now, it hit you like a bullet train going close to a million miles an hour. those times he called while sketching and said he'd want to see you with a back tattoo. or those times he said tattoos would look good around your neck. you always frowned at the idea as he smirked, saying 'went right over your head,' and you cluelessly shrugged. his hand around your neck? he wanted to see you with an arch in your back that emphasized those tattoos? sneaky.

suguru's signature smirk as you talked about tattoos. it wasn't the only thing you had in common, but it was where he could throw in dirty jokes, and you not even notice. before you knew it, your breathing was steadied, and you had lightly dozed off. suguru noticed your breathing and removed the needle.

"hey, love, you need to wake up just in case you twitch." he said, lightly rubbing your hip near where he was working.

"mhm." you mumbled, waking up and looking at the tv that was muted but played a program that you'd never seen. two hours had passed, and you were trying not to nod off. "sugu, i'm sleepy." you told him, and he nodded. 

"we can finish it tomorrow you probably have an hour and a half left." he said, and you shook your head. 

"i have work tomorrow i can't come." you pouted look back at suguru, who nodded.

"okay, if you twitch, i'll stop, and we just gotta plan a different day." he warned you, and you tried extra hard to stay awake. "what has you so tired anyways?"

"had three classes today from 7 to 2." you explained, and he nodded. 

"and how are you doing in those?"

"i'm doing good, i promise, just stressed. this is making it better." you tell him, knowing he acts like your father when it comes to your grades. he chuckles, and he works diligently on the tattoo. although you did nod off a few times, you were still enough for him to finish the tattoo all in one day. 

"maschocist?" he asked, joking, and you laughed.

"a little." you played along.

"you did good, love." he said, and the butterflies erupted in your stomach.

"t-thank you." you stuttered, immediately embarrassing yourself.

"thank you because i did your tattoo or because i praised you?" he questioned, reaching a hand out for you to stand as your legs felt weak from sitting for such a long time (and definitely not because his voice was hot). he kept his hand in yours, and you both walked to the mirror to see what he had done.

"maybe both." you shrugged, turning around and looking at your back in the mirror. "sugu..." you gasped, looking at the tattoo that was beyond the word beautiful. 

"do you like it?" he looked up at you, and your jaw dropped.

"like it? i love it." you say as he laughs.

"you always make me feel good about my work, " he says, wrapping his arms around your waist as you look up at him. you look at his face, caught in its beauty, as he waits for your response. his teeth play with the hoop of his side labret piercing on his plump lip.

"people must tell you all the time how good your work is." you say and he smirks at your assumption.

"sure they do, but your opinion matters the most." he says as you begin to realize he's leaning into you. you summon all the positive self-talk you can to reassure yourself that you can handle this without embarrassing yourself. like you figured his lips crashed onto yours and the two of you began to kiss vigorously. your teeth touched here and there and his tongue was exploring your mouth all in a matter of seconds.

"sugu..." you hum as his lips leave your mouth and attack your neck. he began to lightly bite and suck at your neck as you let out a light moan from the feeling of his lips.

"yes, y/n?" he says, and you sigh at the feeling of his lips. "show me how much you love my work, baby. show it off to me, hm?" he says, and your heart begins to flutter at his words. his voice was smooth like silk and his words were sensual.

"okay." you say lowly letting go of your chest and putting your hands in his hair. it was your favorite place to put your hands, to busy yourself, and hearing his groans was music to your ears.

"this is what you want right?" he asks leaning back to look you in your eyes.

"yes, i want you, suguru." without a second word, he picked you up and placed you on the chair you had previously sat on. your hands quickly went to his belt to open it.

"slow down, let me please you." he whispered in your ear as he removed your hands from his belt. his hands slowly grazed your sides his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. he slipped his hand slipped into your shorts pressing your covered clit. your breathing became ragged, and you whimpered in his ear. he slowly rubbed your clit barely putting any pressure just enough for you to know his fingers were there and moving.

"sugu please." you begged looking him in his eyes and he smirked at your begging state.

"please, what?" he asked as your head began to spin. you didn't even know what you wanted from him at this point. you just knew that you wanted him.

"i... i" you started still lost in your words.

"you what, baby? you want me to touch that needy pussy for real?" he hummed, and just from the words, your hip bucked at his hands needing to feel him.

"yes, please touch me, suguru." you asked, and he smiled at you, finally being able to ask for what you wanted. he finally put his hands inside your thin undergarments, pressing his cold fingers directly on your warm cunt. you're insanely wet and would be dripping if your juices weren't restrained. his middle finger grazed over your core seemingly testing to see how aroused you were for him.

"you're so wet for me." he breathes out as he slips his middle finger in you without warning. you moan at the simple girth of his thick and long digits. he skillfully maneuvers his fingers as your cunt squelches. the only sounds in the tattoo studio are you and suguru's heavy breathing combined with the sloshing sounds of your juices. 

"fuck..." you moan throwing your head back and enjoying the pleasure that suguru was giving. although you imagined having him all for yourself taking his big dick up your tight virgin-like cunt. you never imagined it would feel this good just from one of his fingers.

"you can take another finger for me, right?" he asked, not awaiting an answer he added another finger searching for that rough and spongy spot in you. once he found that spot, he continued to simulate, rub, and push on that spot as you clenched around his fingers. he removed his fingers once he could feel you even getting slightly close to finishing. 

"hah... hey," you huff as a pout immediately finds its way to your face. without saying a word he put his fingers to his lips. he licked your essence off his fingers while maintaining that almost unbearable eye contact with you. "suguru..." you tried to warn him but it mainly came out in a whisper.

"i want you to cum on my dick not my fingers." he whispers as he leans down to suck on your right breast. you moaned loudly at the feeling since your nipple was still sensitive from the piercing. he rolled your left nipple between his fingers and massaged your tits. he let off with a 'pop!' switching to the left before repeating the process of giving your other nipple attention. once he felt he was done, he began to unbutton your pants.  seeing that as a green light, you rush to remove his shirt. "you can't be in that big of a rush." he teases.

"i been waiting a long time for this." you admit to crashing your lips to his so he can feel your urgency. he eventually gave up trying the slow approach and hastily helped you strip down. after you had finally got him to just his boxers you lightly pulled at the band and he smiled. "i can do it?" you asked shyly and he laughed.

"go ahead." with his permission, you pulled down his boxers, watching as his girthy dick slaps his stomach. he was unbelievably hard; his tip was bright red and dripping precum. you couldn't take your eyes off of it as you shamelessly stare at his throbbing dick in fear. "you ready?"

"yes." you squeaked, and he smirked, grabbing your legs and lifting them to your chest. unexpectedly, he leaned down, sending one singular lick to your soaking wet lips. your legs begin to tremble at the feeling while suguru sends kitty licks, purposely ignoring your clit. "suguruuu..." you whine, and he stands up, smiling as his lips glisten from the juices. 

"i got you." he says, putting his hands up to your mouth. "spit." knowing you were getting closer to the goal, you immediately spit in his hand. he begins to jerk himself with your spit eyes rolling to the back of his head from the feeling. 

he had to snap himself out of it, remembering that this was real he wasn't dreaming of you. he could really fuck you and feel the way your warm cunt feels around him. you both being too intoxicated by each other's scent threw caution to the wind and didn't even think of using a condom. he lines his dick up with your entrance slapping his tip on your clit a few times before slowly pushing his way in.

"oh my..." you both gasp in unison at the feeling, his head is pressed against yours as he continues to push his way into you. he had you in a mating press as he tried not to put his full weight on you. he filled you up perfectly you felt full and stuffed just from half of him. he continued to push himself into you until he completely bottomed out. you both took a second he was allowing you to adjust while he tried to not nut already. your breathing was matched and you both looked each other in the eye.

in. out.

in. out.

in. out.

in. 

and suguru slammed into you as you took a deep breath, knocking all the wind out of you. he smirked as you gasped for air, and he continued with his bullied thrust. he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in not even letting you catch your breath again.

"you hear that? you hear how wet you are for me." he whispered in your ear as you babbled out 'yes, yes, yes, yes' in response. your moans were loud and echoed around the tattoo shop. he leans up and begins to speed up his pace both hands on the back of your knees pressing them closer and closer to your chest as his thrust begins to get more and more ruthless. 

"s...s...s..." you tried to speak but you were so cock drunk you couldn't even get the words out. you were embarrassed and you couldn't even look at suguru who gripped your jaw roughly turning you to face him again. 

"spit it out." he says in a mocking tone, and you roll your eyes at him. "you want to roll your eyes?" he asked as you ignored him, gripping his forearm tightly at the pleasure. "answer me." he spat, and you whined shaking your head.

"no!" you moan out as he hit that perfect spot in you that had you almost ready to come undone. he rapidly pounded into you so hard that you felt the pressure in your chest. it almost felt as if his cockhead was poking at your heart begging you to love him and his dick. 

"can i leave marks?" he asked, remembering all those times you complained to him about men leaving hickeys on you without permission.  your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your moans became more and more guttural. 

"mhm," you hummed out, and he immediately began to work on your neck, leaving hickeys. once he felt he was done with what he called his 'masterpiece,' he looked at you. fucked out with his marks on your neck, collarbone, and chest. he laughed at you as he grabbed both of your legs and crossed your ankles. he placed your crossed legs over his right shoulder as he continued to watch your fucked out face. 

"maybe you should get my name on you." he says as he kisses your ankle making your eyes widen in shock. he couldn't mean what you thought he meant. "maybe a necklace?" he says as he gives you a forceful thrust that has you screaming out his name. "yeah, you like that?" he says as he wraps one of his hands around your neck squeezing lightly.

"yes, sugu i love it." you say not even realizing you admitted to loving the idea of having a necklace with his name on it.

"you love it? you didn't even... hah... hear my other ideas... fuck." he says as his statement is broken up with his moans and groans. he's in bliss loving the feeling of your warm gooey walls wrapped tightly around his cock as you clench and hold on to him with every thrust. "fuck baby, you feel so good. you're taking my dick so good. such a good girl for me." now it was suguru's turn to babble about how good you feel. his thrusts are getting sloppy as he feels you clench even tight.

"sugu 'm cumming." you whine out as he makes his thrust more pointed at the spot he knows drives you crazy.

"cum on your cock, make a mess on me." he coaxes you to your end as you moan your loudest moan of the night. "look at the mess you made." he instructs you as he keeps fucking you through you high. you looked down at the ring of cream that wrapped around his base. he slides out of you and quickly flips you over. "now that you're warmed up, you can show off that new tattoo, hm?"

"wait, i'm sensitive." you whine, and he doesn't say anything, just rubs his tip up against your entrance. he gave you maybe half a second if you were lucky and pushed into you again. "shit.." you mumble as he pushes himself fully in, your back naturally arched at the feeling. without letting you adjust to him, he begins to snap his hips into you quickly.

"you look so good taking me, sweetheart." he says as he watches the way your ass ripples each time it hits his pelvis. one hand was on your hip, and the other sent a hard slap to your ass cheek. his thrusts were relentless and your moans were getting louder and louder each time.

you grabbed his wrist as your face was squished into the chair. suguru didn't say much his jaw was slack hypnotized by your ass and the way you gripped him. he couldn't take his eyes off of you the way you looked under him was better than anything he could've ever imagined.

"mmm, sugu..." you moaned, trying to stop the force of his thrust with your hand. you were getting closer by the second and still sensitive from your previous orgasm. it was starting to become too much as tears spilled from your eyes due to the pleasure.

"be a good girl and take it all for me, okay?" he groaned out, intertwining your fingers behind your back and holding your hand in place. using your hand as leverage he gives you slower and longer strokes. slowly out and roughly back in, hitting that spot that made you mewl out. "are you close?" he asked as your body began to twitch from the feeling.

"so close, baby, so so close." you say and he grunts loving the way you sounded moaning out his name.

"where do you want it, sweetheart?" he asked and you being a fucked out mess yelped out without even thinking.

"inside me, please cum in me, fill me up, sugu." you begged, and how could he deny his beautiful muse what she desired? as both of your climaxes built up, he grabbed the front of your neck, choking you lightly as he pulled you up so that his chest was against your back. his free hand reached down to rub circles on your clit as he continued fucking you. "i'm cumming, shit."

"me too, cum with me." he whispers deeply in your ear as the both of you cum together. your body jerked as you violently came, and he continued to send sloppy thrusts, filling you up. he grabs your jaw, turning your face to kiss you sloppily. your tongues explored each other's mouths until you both decided to catch your breath.

"that was... amazing." you panted as he slowly slid out of you. the emptiness makes you whine and the sensitivity makes him shiver. 

"you were so good." he says, rubbing your cheek as you look away from him shyly. he walks away to get a wet paper towel. "this is as good as it's gonna get." you laugh as he cleans you both off and throws away the paper towel. he grabs your thong and helps you get dressed, sitting you back down on the chair. your legs were already getting sore, and you could only imagine how bad it would be tomorrow morning. 

after suguru got dressed, he double-checked the shop, making sure everything was good for him to leave. you just sat watching as he walked around, in shock that you actually got to fuck him. maybe the next time you should do it in the mirror, you thought to yourself as he handed you your purse. 

"ready to go?" he asked and you nodded walking alongside him. "now i'm going to have to take you on a date to ask the real question." he said raising his brow and looking at you.

"what question?" you asked, acting dumb, wanting to hear it now, but suguru wasn't falling for it. he opened the door, letting you out first as he hit a light switch.

"guess you'll have to find out during the date. how does friday sound?" he asked and without even thinking you obliged.

"friday is fine!" you say, concluding if you did have anything planned it would just have to be canceled.

"sounds good." he smirks, taking one final look around and turning off the final light switch. suguru locked the doors and thought to himself: i'll never quit. he wouldn't dare forget the memory of your fucked out face every time he'd do a tattoo on that same exact chair.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Snake Bride

There were pudgy little yellow creatures everywhere, here. As common as squirrels, it seemed. They looked like squishy, somber, ditto-faced Pikachus...sorta? I made a note of it. Stopping to make a few sketches. Not that anyone here would ever get the reference, mind you. And they didn't have the iconic tail. More of a nubby little hamster tail?

I'd have to figure out a better description. For the bestiary. Not to mention a suitably cute name, assuming they weren't deadly, after all...

You never knew, with hidden realms like these.

Throughout my training, the other disciples and I had been beaten over the head with countless tales of "it looked cute/pretty/beautiful/holy/or otherwise harmless AND THEN TRIED TO KILL US. Do NOT make our mistakes! I will pull you from the jaws of death! Just to kill you myself!!" by our Shizun. The man could rant for hours.

He still couldn't let go that a glowing, flower patterned, butterfly tried to rip his throat out. And? Since he technically for them "first"? (As far as anyone can find.) He got to name then poor creatures.

Which is why, there exists a very beautiful species of highly deadly butterfly... called the "flying demon rat bastard spawn".

(God, I love Shizun so much. He is so, SO petty. Hilarious, vengeful, the man's the living manifestation of "target sighted". Man has beef with specific TREES for god sake. I wish I had HALF that kind of energy. Even if it DID get us banned from like... so many places.)

I tried to get a good look at the little guys mouth, seeing one yawn. Hmmm... the teeth suggest venom. Better not startle any of them... but NOT I'm gonna need to catch one to milk it. Great. They seem fast...

A knock out array? No. Need them to want to bite me, so I can get a venom sample...

Crouching, I mulled over the problem. Admiring the little creatures as the clambered up and down the strange flora of this realm. It was fascinating. Humbling, in a way. When, I considered that? No one else had DONE this before. I knew it for a fact. Every single reference to this hidden realm? Was from either the immortal who created it... or four hundred years later, the immortal who sacked the placed.

It was hard to get into, hard to find, didn't boast any supposed ten thousand year treasures or legendary beasts. Just? A humble pocket of life. Started and left to cultivate. Shift and change. Grow!

Who CARES what uses the creatures or plants have?! This place should be STUDIED! All these realms should be studied! They're amazing!!

I spot a moss I haven't collected yet and carefully take a sample. Noting it's location on the map I've started (which is a mess, I fear I definitely have no future there). Of course, as is so often the case? Finding one sample leads to another. Moss leads to "oh hey, a mushroom" to "is that bird or a leaf?" And so on and so on. I nearly forget to make camp.

(It was a bird. It just looked like leaves! Fascinating camouflage!)

Only noticing the light shifting qualities, drags me from my hyperfocus. A nasty (or, I guess, productive? For an immortal.) habit. I had lost days to it, before. Disappearing into the library or some work room, back on the peak, for time blurringly long periods of time. Inedia keeping me from hunger. Younger disciples bringing me tea.

There was a reason, after all, I never made Head Disciple. Even though I got along great with Shizun. I was about as responsible as a goldfish. Entirely too focused on my own studies, to be honest. But to be fair? Let's see YOU focus! When there is so much... I don't know, Xianxia bullshit?

(IS it Xianxia bullshit? Or is it Xuanhuan bullshit? Fuck. It's been a life time. I literally can not not remember. Let's see YOU remember the differences! After literal decades!!)

(God, I miss my books. And the internet. And TV. Honestly? I miss everything.)

Fuck! Side tracked! Again!!

Careful not to step on any of the marshmallow-y not-pikachus, I scramble to collect the last of my samples. Reach out with my Qi, to feel how the ebbs and flows around me shift. I should? Be able to sense any nearby predators. As well as posdibly find a nice qi rich spot to set up camp. Maybe meditate.

Just because I'm exploring hidden realms, doesn't mean I should grow lazy, after all! Whole point of cultivation it to ascend. God hood and all that. And, yeah, I'm still sceptical as fuck. But... count me curious. Why not try?

Oooh! That's a nice ca-! Hmmm?

Something... not-brushes against my senses. As though it should be there. I should sense something. An almost taste and nearly smell of... something? Someone? Kinda like the faintest hint of someone's cologne, lingering in the air, as you move through a crowd that isn't touching you. But... warmer. Like it's still on the skin. Not a lingering remnant from someone who passed through?

It's... weird. I can't sense anybody.

Maybe if I try harder? I pump more qi into my technique. More then is technically polite, honestly. But maybe they are farther out then I think they are? I hadn't exactly expected to be sharing space. This Realm isn't exactly BIG. Just a ring of mountains and the valleys between them. One big, lush valley. Many smaller ones.

Again, it's not a popular realm. Not to mention already looted. And not even particularly Qi rich. So meditating here would be a strange choice. But... maybe they want the relative isolation?

I still can't find them. Dispite knowing they are there. (That technique does not give false positives.) So I risk rudeness. Figure I can always apologize. Maybe they are deep in meditation or something? Pumping more qi, frankly appalling amounts, into the technique, I am damn near half blind as I walk. (For all that I can see better then anyone in this valley at the moment.)

The sensory input is cacophonous. Beautiful. Terrible. Like balancing atop a single hair thin thread. Suspended carefully, above a raging sea, made of wonderous light and churning pains. I use my foot steps to anchor me. Balanced and even. Yet... find nothing. Pull back.

Are they... hiding?

Why?

Up ahead it the qi rich cave (more an over hang, cave is generous) that I sensed. A good, defensible place to set up.

It's only as I'm setting up? That I notice the little Marsh-a-chus? (Is that a good name? I really do need to start thinking of a good name for them.) Have followed along. Crowd the trees and settle thick in various bushes. And... part of me? Wants to go "away, I made friends!" But...

The rest of me? Was drilled in horror story and horror story by my Shizun. And that's so mighty fine "unusual interest" behavior going on there. Might even go so far as to classify it as hunting behavior!

Mmmmhm! Don't like THAT! No sir! Time for some nice and cozy warding talismans! Shall we? The STRONG ones.

Under far too many beady little eyes, I slap down security talismans. Full three sixty. Against the ground, the stone, the mountain behind me. I am taking no chances. Just as I was taught.

Which... as I am settling in for the night? Dinner done and dishes drying. Sleeping mat, out and reading to go. Light and warmth talismans, positioned just where I need them? Turns out to be for the best.

Because there is something in the dark. Big. Predatory. And coming towards me.

It's not so large as to show above the trees. But that is small comfort. They are fairly large trees. And honestly? I know only too well, massive size does NOT indicate lethality. Sun turtles are mountainous after all, and THEY photosynthesize! The problem is? There wasn't supposed to be a predator that big in this realm.

Did someone fucking shove a spirit beast or monster in here!?

What? Out of sight out of mind?! No longer their problem, right!? Why kill it, when you can put it in a hidden real to LET IT GROW BIGGER! Destroy an ecosystem! MOTHER FUCK-!!!

The night is silent.

It should NOT be.

Gripping a sword I am only kinda decent at wielding, I pray to the gods, I don't have to use it. I am a spiritual cultivator! Not a martial one! This is BULLSHIT. I don't have anything on me for "unknow predatory mega-fauna" because there WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ANY! Oh, this is the LAST time I-!

Foot steps. Crushing through the underbrush.

Into the circle of light my talismans cast, fades a pale young master. Graceful and pale in the moonlight. Very... very pale in the moonlight, actually. No better in the light of my talismans. Near ghostly, in his white silks. Touches of pale gold and stark black. Curls of ink wash grey. Like a painting brought to life.

Just a touch too perfect. A touch too beautiful.

With a grace to his movements that... that is too smooth.

It's not until he all but stands in the light that I am certain. His hair. Too lovely and well kept, for it to be an accident or some sort of shaming. Those are NOT bangs. That is the entirety of it. Nothing held back, in a crown or subtle styling. No... no it is SHORT.

No Human Wears Their Hair SHORT Here.

Entering the light? His eyes reflect. Grey like blades. Like storms and death. No pretty silver things. No, it is far too deep a color. Far too dangerous. Slits, that contract with the light. Half hidden by a heavy expression, that I can not begin to interpret. I desperately try to identify the creature before. Feline? No. Lacks the savage edge. Too cool... serpentine. Snake!

"Like a panicked little mouse, honored cultivator. This one might begin to suspect you weren't happy to see me~" they...? He? Says; his voice a low, honeyed rasp. "But how can that be? When this humble servant has been hunting for so long?"

"Surely, my dear little mouse, has been anticipating this day~! Dreaming of the day when her lord would catch her?"

There is something... mean, in that tone. Vicious and victorious. The silent echo of a madman laugh, as he burns the world to ruin. Seizes and achieves all that he desires. Strangles all that he can not possess. Covetous and ugly. Dancing, dancing, dancing around the edges. Demonic, indeed.

Yet... I do not recognize this creature. This demon. He certainly recognizes me, as horrifying as that is. What past does he speak of? Hunting? What HUNTING?! I try to find something familiar, in this strange form. Unless, of course, he is simple insane? Not impossible... but...

"Ah~ my poor little mouse." The demon coos, mocking in his indulgence. His eyes still dance with laughter. Mad and unable to feast. "You don't recognize this poor servant, do you? How cruel! To be forgotten. A passing fancy, barely held, in my mouse's fickle heart."

He's laughing me. Knows I could not possibly recognize him, yet plans to punish me anyway. Somehow. Fuck! This seems genuine. But how? Why!? When would I have-!?

Then, he shifts.

Gone is the beautiful young man. In his place? Rising, rising, RISING? A behemoth of a bandy-wolf king snake. Black, white, with occasional bare traces of that pale gold on the under belly. Hundreds of thousands the times it ever should have been. But... but? There. A scar. Oh gods.

I recognize him now.

A snake got into the village I was born. Absurdly poisonous, unthinkably venomous, it should have been left alone. Gathered very, VERY carefully and taken far away from people. But... people panic. Get stupid. The adults didn't fucking listen. And over sixteen people died that didn't have too. I was sick at the sight of it. They captured the poor creature and were going to burn it alive.

For the crime of being afraid. Hungry. Getting attacked and then protecting itself.

I couldn't bear it. So... I stole it. Hid it in a cave, half way across the valley. Didn't my best to nurse the poor, injured, creature back to health. At least... I tried. The injuries were too severe. I was able to close the wounds. But sickness, blood loss...

Shit. That cave was incredibly qi rich. It's why I chose it! To make up for what I couldn't do! If he had already started cultivation and then... or just resented enough...

It was entirely possible to become a snake demon. Easily, even.

"Sss Sss Sss, ah, recognition~" the massive creature laughed "Why so fearful? Little mouse~ It's not you I want dead. Kindness for kindness, a debt for a debt. And aren't we be grown? Look how strong we've become!"

The booming, breathy cackle did not fit snake lungs. Silibant and painful. Hissing and near silent. It was more pressure in the air then anything. A madness long coming. As demons born of resentment energy tended to be. All burned villages and the screams of those who wronged them. Hatreds and obsessions made manifest.

I... I could barely breathe. Oh gods. Oh gods! What do I do? I.. I can't-!! Tears threatened to choke me. Fear, shaking my limbs and fogging my mind. W-what do I DO?! I'm scared. No. No, no, NO! Please! I'm SCARED!

"Ah~ so cute, so cute! My little mouse grew so lovely~"

Like the world sighing, as fluid and graceful as his steps, the snake became a man again. His grey tinted lips curled in a fang bearing smile. Hands up and braced against the barrier, his full weight leaning forward as he leered. He loomed. My talismans casting odd shadows across his face, giving the madness in his eyes a terrible glow.

"This husband truely did pick his trap well, didn't he? My sweet little mouse~" he purred, eyes unblinking, above a terrible smile. "My little wife has no where to run~! No where to hide! Her husband has trapped her quite cleverly, hasn't he~? Poor, poor, little mouse. Your husband is so mean!"

My heart felt like it was going to burst. Cold. T-trapped. Can't breathe! Oh gods. Is this a panic attack? I.. I think this is a panic attack! Can't think! Static. Legs, refusing to hold me. Sink. Crawling backwards. Away. G-got to get away! Trapped! TRAPPED!

I horror, I watch as he sinks his nails in to the barrier. Hands no longer resting, but digging into it. He-! He shouldn't be able to DO that! Oh gods! PLEASE gods! Tell me he's not strong enough to BREAK barrier talismans of this level! Please! PLEASE!!

"Ah~ acting this way, you make this husband want to bully you, little wife~♡ And ah, such big, fearful eyes~ Am I being mean? Is husband being cruel? Poor thing~"

CRACK.

In horror, I watch as his nail push through the barrier. Like driving stakes through stone. Cracks shooting from the holes, as he digs and digs. Hands closing around the shards he has created, ignoring the blood that spills from where it cuts into him. As the barrier itself whines and crackles in protect. Tryinging desperately to maintain its integrity. Slowly... cracking... failing...

"Let me kiss it better, hmm? No use in trying to run~"

"So be a good girl~♡ my little Mouse. Come to husband~♡"

[aventurineswife]

hi hello im like feeling very scared about this, making requests is scary, and this would be my first ever one, im pretty sure ur requests are open right now, apologies if not, its so scary keeping track but uh i cant stop thinking about like a reader who like goes to sleep rlly early (like 6-7pm) but then wakes up rlly early as a result (like 3-5am) and as a result grows very tired and eepy during the day and sometimes falls asleep or spaces out during the day, idk where you could take this, i just think it would be cute to make up something for it (and definitely isnt my routine) as for characters uh aventurine, kaveh and if u write for them lyney and baizhu (idk if u write for many genshin characters but i literally only know aventurine from honkai bc i hyperfixated on just him, idk the lore of honkai at all 😭)

Dreamers in the Daylight

Tags: Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Soft Moments, Protective Partner, Sleepy/Overworked Reader, Light Humor, Emotional Vulnerability.

Warnings: Mild mentions of overworking, Emotional fatigue.

A/N: No! Don't be scared!! 😭🙏 I'm so sorry for being intimidating!! Requests are closed now. And you did a good job on making a request 🫂💖 (also I'm feeling eepy so I just did Kaveh and Aventurine sadly 😔)

Kaveh first noticed your unique sleep routine during one of his late-night sketching marathons. He had returned home to find you already fast asleep on the couch at 7 PM, curled up with a blanket and the soft glow of candles illuminating your peaceful expression. He couldn’t help but smile as he adjusted the blanket over your shoulders before retreating to his room.

Your early-to-bed habit intrigued him, but it also left him confused when he found you wide awake in the predawn hours, humming softly to yourself as you prepared tea. The quiet mornings you spent together soon became a comfort to Kaveh. While he worked on designs or poured his heart into blueprints, you would sit beside him, resting your chin on your hand, occasionally spacing out as the world outside slowly woke up.

But during the day, your schedule often caught up with you. Kaveh first discovered this when he brought you to one of his favorite spots in Sumeru—a scenic hill with a breathtaking view of the city. He was passionately explaining the significance of the architecture below when he turned to see your head nodding, your eyelids drooping.

“Are you… falling asleep?” he asked, half-offended and half-amused.

You jerked awake, blinking rapidly. “N-No, I’m just… resting my eyes! I swear I was listening!”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re hopeless,” he teased, though he gently guided you to sit under a tree’s shade. “Alright, take a quick nap. I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

Moments like these became common. Whether you were resting your head on his shoulder in the middle of a crowded plaza or dozing off during his long-winded rants about art, Kaveh always found a way to accommodate you. He’d sigh dramatically, but there was a fondness in his tone as he whispered, “Only you could make me stop mid-sentence just so you can nap.”

Yet, he never left your side. He’d drape his cape over you to shield you from the sun. Sometimes, he’d even sit with you, watching your serene expression and wondering how someone so effortlessly stole his heart.

One morning, as the two of you shared tea before dawn, Kaveh turned to you with a soft smile. “You know,” he began, “I used to think your sleep schedule was odd. But now, I’ve realized I wouldn’t trade these quiet mornings—or your sleepy daytime antics—for anything.”

You grinned, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Glad you’re on board, sunshine.”

The first time Aventurine realized your peculiar sleep habits, he didn’t know whether to laugh or raise an eyebrow. You had fallen asleep in his office chair at 6:30 PM, your head resting on the corner of his desk while he explained his latest strategy. He’d been mid-sentence about a crucial investment when he turned to find you completely out, your breathing soft and even.

“Well, well,” he muttered, tilting his hat back. “If this isn’t the biggest gamble of my life—someone who sleeps through my brilliance.”

He didn’t wake you. Instead, he draped his overcoat over your shoulders and continued working in silence. But the next morning, when he saw you sipping coffee at 4 AM, humming cheerfully as though the day had already begun, he knew he had found someone… unique.

Aventurine didn’t mind your sleep schedule, though it did make him adjust his plans. He’d noticed how you grew visibly tired during the day, your eyes glazing over during strategy meetings or your head drooping at social gatherings. At first, he found it amusing, especially when others tried to engage you in conversation, only for you to reply with an incoherent mumble.

“You’re really stealing the show, darling,” he teased one evening after you fell asleep in the middle of a poker game. He gently scooped you up, placing you on the couch in his suite. “The only person who can outplay me is someone who’s not even awake.”

But Aventurine’s teasing belied his genuine care for you. He’d schedule his meetings around your energy levels, ensuring you were comfortable before any long discussions. During your midday naps, he’d sit beside you, absently flipping through documents while stealing glances at your relaxed face. He didn’t understand how you could look so content, even in the middle of chaos, but it fascinated him.

One afternoon, as you rested your head on his shoulder during a lull in his meetings, Aventurine leaned closer, speaking softly. “You know, most people think I’m a reckless gambler, always chasing the next big win. But you—you’re the real risk-taker. Who else would trust me to keep an eye on them while they nap?”

You smirked, eyes half-closed. “Maybe because you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “Careful, darling. Keep saying things like that, and I might actually believe you.”

From then on, Aventurine made it his mission to protect your unique rhythm. Whether he shielded you from interruptions during naps or joined you in the quiet stillness of early mornings, he found a strange comfort in the balance you brought to his life. For a man who thrived on uncertainty, you were the one constant he was willing to bet everything on.

[lovelykil]

PLEASE can we have a one shot of kil and reader like getting sorta freaky asl (making out) in schl, like prob in some closet or an empty classroom and we end up accidentally caught by probably fucking gon or one of killua’s siblings. thank u sexy 😋

after school hours─

ᯓ killua (older ver)

oneshot

note; this is a long one and ...f...freaky... shivers

the scent of drying acrylics filled the empty classroom, mingling with the faint remnants of school lunch and pencil shavings. The lights above buzzed softly, illuminating the art supplies scattered across the wooden smooth floor- brushes dipped in water, half-finished sketches, and a large white banner patiently waiting for its purpose to be used.

to be honest, staying after school on a Friday was not expected nor wanted. If you had the choice, you would be in your cozy bed fast asleep... but Gon asked so nicely for help and you could'nt exactly say no to those big brown chocolate eyes. So here you are, sitting on the floor and staring at the skecthes you made in order to plan out the banner for the upcoming festival. Killua laid on the ground looking up at the ceilling with no thoughts in that bored mind of his.

your eyes flicker at the boy and groan, "please tell me you finished your sketches." you plead, voice strained with exhaustion and desperation. Killua picks up his sketch book and raises it in the air to reveal his craft. "nothing much, but came up with this." he turns his head over, looking at you as you lean over to grab his notebook.

he returns staring at the unappealing ceilling with a blank expression, putting his arms behind his head for comfort as he lays on the floor.

you observe his piece and grab yours, comparing the two. To your surpise his was actually an eye catch! Who knew the boy could draw. You set your piece down and place his in the middle of the large banner with a slam. "Bravo! We're doing yours, now its time for a break."

you exclaim and stand up. You step over the banner and stand over him, legs on both of his sides. He looks at you curiously, "you're blocking my view." he mutters. You look up at the ceilling where he is looking, "quite the view, my apologies your highness." you look back at him with a grin. You step over him with a giggle as you hear him quietly scoff. You walk over to an empty desk and sit upon it.

Killua and you had to push the furniture back into the room for a more spacious environment for the banner and various art supplies. The room looked quite different after school, the lack of annoying chattering students at various desks, and lost papers and trash scattered across the room really made a difference. Even the dim lighting created a peaceful, and quiet atmosphere. Strange feeling.

"hmn! Hey, where did Gon go? Left us alone like a specific someone in his life." You plop yourself down on the surface of the desk with a huff, asking outloud. The silver haired teen leans up and dusts his clothing before replying to your question. "he said he's getting some snacks, remember? Well I guess not since you're asking me. What a shitty memory you have."

"alright, I didn't ask for sarcasm, ass." you roll your eyes and fold your arms to your chest. Killua walks towards you, his facial expression netural and calm as he approaches you. Though, he looks much more imtimidating up in person as he towers you. You feel a little helpless in his presence- like a deer about to be devored by its predator. What an odd feeling to feel when around your own boyfriend, but to you, it makes you a little warm inside-hot even.

"wasn't sarcasm." he responds, bluntly. His captivating deep blue eyes piercing down at you. Your hands unravel, "you're still an ass." The two of you lock eyes, held captive by an invisible force that refuses to let go. The thick string of tension continues to draw you and him in, like a spell was suddenly cast upon the both of you.

no words are exchanged when he leans in, forcing your legs to slowly open for him, and his strong hands softly placing themselves on both of your sides. You clench the sides of the desk and let out a hot puff of air, an attempt to control your urges... there was no way you guys were going to do something in this classroom... in this school!

...right?

"are you crazy? We can't do anything here..." you manage to mumble out, despite being out of breath already just from his touch. Your refusing behavior was amusing to him, your concerns for getting caught doing something sinfully was high, but your body yearning for attention was higher.

he carefully slips his digits beanth the fabric of your shirt and graces them across the plush of your cold naked skin. Your grip his shirt and let out an airy moan. Your tummy was light as a feather, the familar butterflies had come yet again, and all because of this jerk.

you lean your head on his chest, looking down with your eyes shut tight and breathing heavily as you feel his hands explore beneath your shirt. "want me to stop?" he asks you, his tone coming off as sincere yet teasingly. He watches you pick up your head and look him straight in the eye, the look of pure desire and weakness drives him mad.

the way your eyebrows knitted together in desperation, and your glossy lips parted to let out steamy air, made his mind fuzzy. But the thing that sent him over the edge, making his pants feel tight was your next few words, muttered in a desperate plea.

"please, kiss me,"

. . .

your back is suddenly pressed against the wall, you can no longer control the moans erupting from you as he uses his tongue as a paintbrush to mark your exposed skin. He twirls his warm tongue in a specific spot on your neck as if he were devouring some sweet treat. You were something so tasty, so sweet-he no longer could contain himself and take a bite of your wonderful sweet neck.

you grab a fist full of his unique hair and bite your lip, closing your eyes in the process. The sensation of him biting you was too much to bear, you loved it when he lost himself in your sweet aroma, forgetting to go easy on you since you were so fragile and delicate. Or so he believes.

Killua leans away in a frenzy and looks at you, still carrying you. "shit, I didn't mean to bite you. I think I drew blood." you touch your neck and bring your finger to your face, smeared blood stained your finger. You gaze back at him and smile, "you're okay, but you know what to do." you point to the spot on your neck he abused. His eyes flicker at the spot then at you.

you look at him and smirk, "lick it." the pale boy blushes bright red at your demand ultimately surprised, but he obeys and cleans up the mess by brushing his tongue against the bite slowly... making sure to savor your sweet blood. You make sure to creep near his ear and let out strings of your angelic moans just to get him worked up.

he presses himself against you hard, gripping the plush of your skin roughly at your mischievous behavior. His brows twitch as he finishes cleaning your neck. "you're being a real pain you know." you giggle at him and press your finger against his soft lips.

with your eyes in a daze and voice low and full of lust you whisper, "let's take this to that closet over there, yeah?" Killua looks over at the wide closet to the side of you both, it strangely looks like it could fit the both of you. one hell of a closet.

he looks back at you, and you nudge your head in that direction with a coy smile. "and you said I'm crazy." he mocks you from before. You roll your eyes playfully before leaning in to kiss him. He kisses you back with precision as he carefully lifts you away from the wall and motions toward the closet.

your hands roam all over his hair, only letting go to open the door. You frantically attempt to look for the handle, slapping your hand against the surface. You were too busy sucking on his face, but eventually, you found the handle and opened the door. The both of you pull away and look inside a bit out of breath from the kiss. He places you down on the ground and opens the door wider for you to slip in.

when you do, you can't help but snicker at this ridiculous idea. He follows behind and closes the door or attempts. He doesn't close it fully, but neither of you care since as soon as he entered, you wrapped your hands around his neck and stuck your desperate tongue inside his mouth with a smile.

. . .

"and then I told him I could do the banner! Even though I know nothing about drawing." Gon smiles widely as rubs the back of his head in a nervous manner. Alluka looks at the ravenette with a nervous smile, she was obviously confused and concerned at his poor thinking skills. "is... is that why you asked us to help?"

"yeah!" he cheers. The bag of snacks sways as he walks. Alluka hums and returns, looking at the empty halls. She begins to wonder in the silence that fell in between them.

"you think big brother and Y/n are fine? We've gone for a while looking for snacks everyone wanted..." Gon turns towards the worried girl, "we can run now so as to not keep them waiting any longer, how about that? Walking will only slow us down." The brunette looks at the boy, surprised by his response. He stops in the middle of the hall and holds out his hand. She looks down at it in curiosity then at him.

"Gon, what are you-"

"take my hand, so we can run together!" Gon chants, that glint in his eyes never wavering and the smile plastered on his face growing wider in growing confidence. Alluka's sapphire eyes seemed to glisten in his gaze, completely affected by his idea. She soon smiles softly and grabs his hand.

"okay! To big brother and Y/n!" she matches Gon's energy and turns her heel to run. It catches the boy off guard for a second, almost tripping on himself before he begins to run with her. The hallways begin to echo their laughs as they run together with the bags of treats kept up behind them.

when they reach the classroom they both pant in unison, still holding hands. A few seconds later Alluka looks down at their hands, as well as Gon. They quickly separate with a quick blush. Alluka goes to touch her lips with the hand she held his own in thought while Gon continues to look around the classroom, in search of his two friends. "where'd they go?" he steps inside, eyes flickering around the room. Alluka snaps out of her thoughts and joins him, her eyes float around the room til she lands on something peculiar.

the closet.

the door was slightly open, making her curiosity spike, she walks over towards Gon, "we should check the closet." The raventte looks over his shoulder at her, "the closet?" Alluka nods and points in the direction, his eyes follow. He blinks a few times, confused by her suggestion, but goes along with it by walking up to it. Alluka follows along with a curious expression.

as they grew closer, they could hear muffled sounds that sounded like.... someone in pain? The two were now growing concerned and anxious about what could be inside... it felt like they were in a haunted house about to open the creepy-looking door for the answer to everything. Alluka clutches Gon's shirt as his hand hovers over the black handle. Anticipation and eagerness filled the air, Gon hesitated to open the door. He was smiling, but it was more of a broken one—wanting to remain confident yet a bit terrified to the core... not really wanting to open the closet of mystery.

Gon takes a deep breath, containing himself before he yanks the handle open with Alluka tightly clutching his shirt harder and closing her eyes. The only sounds that were heard at the moment were the swishing of the bags of treats and the grand reveal... wasn't really at all so grand.. more like

terrifying.

frozen to death, stood you and Killua, faces painted with shock, and faces flush from the things they were doing earlier. You were down on your knees about to unbutton his pants while Killua's hand rested on your head. There was a brief moment of silence... but it felt like an eternity.. with Gon's terrified eyes flicking back at Killua, then you, then at Killua's pants, then back at his best friend. Gon begins to let out confused strings of "uuuuuhhhh-"

Alluka then begins to speak, "what happended are they in there? Big brother are you her-" The teenager begins to open her eyes slowly. It was then all three of you begin to shout "NO-" in a frenzy and rush to cover her eyes.

. . .

all five of you now sit on the floor with your snacks Alluka passed out since Gon was... well... traumatized. You slowly eat your crackers, spacing out in deep thought and pure regret next to you is Killua, whose face is redder than a tomato, refusing to eat his snacks. Alluka sets down her snack and surveys her friends with curious intentions then annoyed.

"what happened that made you all close my eyes!" she shouts, obviously annoyed nobody was explaining anything to her. The room remained dead silent, until Gon began to mutter nonsense.

"Y/n and Killua... they were... Y/n was... she... and Killua...pants..." You snap out of your daze and look at Gon, worridly.

"my god, we traumatized him."

[yumenoberu]

Baby Steps

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader (kind of Gen)

summary: Middle school 3rd year Kyoya Ootori lives through another mundane day. Bored from the dull lectures, he distracts himself, scanning the classroom and sees Y/n. Compelled by the elegant scene he is witnessing, he picks up his pen and starts sketching. Could it be that our young Shadow King is displaying an innocent act of fascination, with maybe even a twinge of affection for the girl?

word count: 1.8k words

warnings: none!!

published: 10/20/24

author’s note: I liked the idea of exploring the version of Kyoya that was more expressive because he was just developing back in middle school. Also always wanted to see the artistic side of him depicted more, cuz even if we don’t see it besides his solo episode, it exists! Anyways, this one is more of a gen fic rather than a romantic one but I’m sure you can see it can lead to something much more, it’s cute!! Hope this one brings a smile to your face like it did for me ☺️

The clock tower chimed, signaling the next set of classes after the lunch break. The students of Ouran Middle School’s 3rd year Class A break up their fleeting conversations and file back to their assigned seats, each readying themselves to endure another few grueling hours of class discussions and worksheet completion.

The day had been relatively mundane for Kyoya, aside from the occasional disruption of his peace by none other than his lovable moron of a best friend, Tamaki, there was nothing in his day that particularly stood out to him. The topics tackled during class, he understood right away, he had no homework or projects that had to be done, and so the only thing that was worth looking forward to was… Well, if he thought about it, he wouldn’t come up with anything.

Suffice to say, Kyoya was bored.

“Ms. Jounoichi, kindly read the 3rd paragraph out for us.” The teacher in front instructed.

“Yes, Sir.” Ayame swiftly replied as she stood from her seat and recited the passage from her textbook.

Out of sheer disinterest from the topic, Kyoya passively listened and let the other half of his mind ponder on any vanishing thought.

His eyes traveled from across the room aimlessly, mindlessly looking for something to distract him from his boredom. His gaze eventually landed on the window on the other side of the room and onto Y/n L/n’s desk.

Kyoya was never close to Y/n. Even though they’ve been classmates since he’d first attended Ouran Academy, both of them had always been reserved and quiet, and so neither of them had made efforts to get acquainted with the other.

It remained that way until their dynamic drastically shifted that very year when Tamaki waltzed into their lives.

The guy seemed to behold a certain power to connect with even the most difficult people. Kyoya could attest to this, as he himself was brought out by the bubbling blonde. Y/n was similarly reached out by Tamaki and soon enough, the trio formed an iconic friendship.

But even when that was the case, Kyoya and Y/n were still closed off from each other. Tamaki was clearly the only common ground between them.

Kyoya was comfortable with the arrangement. Though, he knew that Y/n was starting to make moves to genuinely befriend him; He wasn't ready to break down his walls to a friend of a friend just yet, nor was he willing to acknowledge that it was his own stubbornness that’s causing this strain.

His thoughts simmered down, focusing instead on observing her. He noticed she looked identically disinterested, judging by how she silently tapped her fingers against her blank notebook, as she drew out shallow breaths and watched the front with glossed eyes.

She was sitting perfectly still, so much so that one can even mistake the scene he was witnessing with a framed image.

As Kyoya continued, he paid attention to how perfectly the lighting from the window next to her illuminated her features.

The afternoon sun shone on her like a spotlight. From her side profile, the light that bounced off of her hair almost formed a halo over the crown of her head. Her eyes radiated, its color brightened by the day. Her nose, casted a tiny shadow over the side accentuating the contour of her cheeks. Her lips, charmingly pinkish and rounded. Stray hairs peeking from the sides of her head glinted like mirrors, perfectly framing her delicate face.

He wasn’t going to admit it to himself, but it was indeed a stunning sight.

Turning back to his own desk, Kyoya casually picks up his neglected pen and his unused notebook, bringing the stationary up closer to his chest, turning back to Y/n’s direction and begins sketching.

The nib of the pen gently glides across the smooth surface of the paper, creating thin lines that comprise the outline of his drawing. His eyes slowly switch between the notebook and the subject, carefully examining and then applying, repeating this process a number of times in an attempt to capture the scene with flawless accuracy.

He continues on for the remainder of the class. Jotting down all the little details with intention, his mind completely detached from the lecture. He was focused, dedicated to completing his render.

Eventually the end of the day approaches, their last class concludes, they bid their teacher farewell, and the class is dismissed.

Kyoya peeks at the portrait of Y/n he made for a final time before packing his belongings. He reaches for his school bag and grabs his notebook to shut it closed but then it’s unexpectedly pulled out of his hands.

Surprised, he looks to his right, looking up at the culprit and sees Tamaki.

“Tamaki. What are you-“ Kyoya starts, questioning him for his actions but is cut off.

“I didn’t know you could draw so we’ll…” Tamaki admires the drawing, voiced uncharacteristically hushed in his awe.

“Hey Y/n!” Before Kyoya could explain, Tamaki skips happily toward his other best friend on the other side of the room while flailing the notebook in the air.

At this point, Kyoya knew it was best to not interfere with the blonde’s antics, knowing he’ll just be putting himself in an even more troublesome spot if he showed any apprehensiveness toward the situation. Even so, he can’t help but feel flustered and irritated. He could do nothing now but stay silent, gauge her reaction, and come up with a logical explanation for his actions—as he himself couldn’t pin down what exactly compelled him to draw her.

“Y/n!!”

Y/n placed her pencil case back on her desk, turning to the voice that called out her name.

It was Tamaki of course. She grinned immediately as she saw him enthusiastically skipping his way over, waving a pocket-sized notebook over his head.

“Tamaki,” She fondly greeted him. She gives him a questioning look afterward, prompting him to say whatever he needed to.

“Look at this, is it just wonderful?” He handed the aforementioned notebook to her, helping her flip through the pages to find what exactly he wanted to show her.

“What is it, Tamaki?” She inquired while he frantically flipped through the pages.

“Hold on a second,” He scrunched his face in determination, “Ah! Here! Take a look.”

Y/n eyes fall onto her sketched portrait, lightly touching over the lines and examining the little details as her eyes widen, mouth opens, and cheeks flush in admiration.

Tamaki smiles at her reaction, throwing in a little complement at how cute he finds it.

“So, what do you think?” He beams and fixes his position, moving from her right side and stands behind her, propping his hands on her shoulder, leaning forward, and placing his chin on her head to get a good look at it too.

“It’s stunning, Tamaki… Did you make this?” She peers up, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

“Not me, Kyoya did!” Tamaki gives her a cheerful smile, letting her turn to Kyoya’s direction to call him over, only for them to see that the raven was already making his way over to them.

“Kyoya!” Tamaki jumps and brings his friend into a hearty embrace, earning an irritated glare and sigh of annoyance from him.

Tamaki backs away slightly and pouts and whines about his mon ami’s reaction.

Y/n looks up from the notebook and looks at Kyoya in a mix of confusion, surprise, and gratitude.

Trying his hardest to restrain the growing warmth traveling up his cheeks from the unexpected, positive reception of his work and initial embarrassment that came with it. Kyoya breaks the silence,

“I noticed you were sitting perfectly still for a while, and so I thought it would make a fine artwork.” Replying in a nonchalant manner, saying it as if he didn’t just indirectly compliment her.

“O-Oh..! Thank you, Ootori…” Y/n replies after a few awkward moments.

“It’s nothing to feel gratitude for, I was simply keeping myself occupied while the lecture went on.” He added cooly, pushing up his glasses trying to sound as convincing as he could.

He brings a hand up to take back his notebook wishing to make a quick escape but before he could reach it, but Y/n pulls it out of his reach. Startled by the sudden movement, he shoots her a questioning look.

“Wait!” She hesitates, “Is it alright if I take a picture of it? It’s masterful, I really like it.” She smiles sheepishly.

Even more baffled from her response, he says nothing for a few seconds, processing it all.

“Don’t bother, you can keep it…” He follows with a hushed voice.

She’s visibly taken aback by what he says but smiles at him nonetheless, joyfully thanking him as she proceeds to rip the page from the notebook, storing it between the pages of her own, and hands his notebook back.

“How generous of you, my friend!” Tamaki latches onto Kyoya again, throwing an arm around his shoulders and sways him from side to side.

“You don’t need to mention it,” He replies quietly, looking at the ground, lightly shoving Tamaki off of him and strolls out of the scene.

Y/n and Tamaki watch as he packs up and leaves, waving him goodbye as he exits the classroom, finally making his escape.

Unknown to the two, Kyoya was trying his best not to show the blush he knew was forming on his cheeks. He was nitpicking every word he exchanged with her just moments before, unbearably embarrassed and conflicted about his flusteredness, being equally confused about his own reaction.

He sighs to himself and shakes his head in exasperation, speed walking out of the building.

Back in the classroom, Tamaki and Y/n silently stared at the door he exited from.

“I never thought he would—“ Y/n started,

“Kyoya shows his care in his own way. He may not be the most expressive person in the world but he can be the most caring when he tries. Even if he doesn’t always outwardly show it.” Tamaki asserts, eyes still trained on the doorway where Kyoya left. Y/n surveys him, staying silent.

“This just proves that he does care about you, otherwise he wouldn’t spend his time working on that drawing of yours, would he? You have nothing to worry about my dear, just give him some time and he’ll open up to you eventually,” Tamaki smiles affectionately at her, patting her head and then her shoulders.

“Just have to be patient with him,” With that he leaves to retrieve his own things, waiting by the doorway to walk her out of class.

“You’re right…” Y/n huffs, as they stroll out the doorway.

“He’s quite difficult isn’t he, Tamaki.” She sighs, relaxing as she recalls Tamaki’s words.

‘It may not seem like much, but it’s a good start.’

She smiles and blushes ever so slightly at her thought, walking with a hop in her step as she and Tamaki leave the school building, content with the developments of the day.

masterlist

[reomikagekin]

Hii! Can you please write a cute fluffy till sickfic? A fem reader taking care of a sick till with a tummy ache or stomach flu would be so cute!! If you don’t want to that’s fine, ty <3 love all your writing btw !

Soup, Sketches, and Soft Things

Till rarely asked for help. He was quiet and independent, the kind of person who suffered silently and smiled through discomfort just to avoid worrying anyone. So when he texted you at 7AM with:

"Hey… I think I'm dying or something. My stomach really hurts. I'm sorry. Can you maybe come over if you're free? But if you're not it's okay I swear—"

You were at his apartment in twenty minutes, sweatpants, tote bag, and all.

You knocked gently before letting yourself in—he’d given you a spare key months ago, though you rarely used it. The place was dim, and the curtains were drawn. You could hear soft groaning from his room.

“Till?” you called, stepping out of your shoes.

A muffled, weak voice responded: “In here… I think I’m melting…”

You pushed open the door and found him curled up under his blanket, only the top of his messy blonde hair visible. A sketchbook lay closed beside his pillow, a pencil half-dropped on the sheets.

“Baby,” you sighed, approaching the bed, “you look like a sad dumpling.”

Till peeked out from under the blanket. His face was flushed, eyes glassy and full of pathetic apology. “My stomach hates me,” he croaked.

You gently brushed hair from his forehead and sat beside him. “Probably the vending machine sushi you insisted wasn’t a big deal.”

“It smelled fine…” he whined, then clutched his middle and let out a dramatic groan.

You giggled softly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

The rest of the day was soft and slow.

You made tea, warmed up some gentle soup, and coaxed him into sitting upright to take a few sips. Every time he complained, you’d kiss the top of his head and say, “Just a few more spoonfuls, sweetheart,” and he’d oblige with a blush and a tiny pout.

Eventually, you coaxed him into brushing his teeth and washing his face—just enough to feel like a human again—then tucked him back in with a fresh hoodie and warm socks.

He refused to sleep unless you were beside him, mumbling, “I get lonely when I’m sick,” like it was a great tragedy.

So you slid into bed with him, wrapping an arm around his middle gently.

“Not too tight,” he whispered, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Still hurts. But don’t leave either.”

“Never,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Hours passed with quiet whispers and soft humming. At one point, you found yourself rubbing soothing circles on his back while he slept, his breathing finally even. His fingers clutched the hem of your shirt like he was scared you’d disappear.

You stayed all night, watching over him like a gentle guardian, whispering sweet nothings every time he stirred.

By the next morning, he was feeling a bit better. Still weak, but smiling. His voice was groggy as he whispered, “Thanks for staying…”

You leaned in, brushing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Always. Just don’t eat gas station sushi ever again.”

“No promises,” he teased, and winced. “Kidding. Ow.”

You laughed, and for the first time since the previous day, so did he.

Till rarely asked for help. He was quiet and independent, the kind of person who suffered silently and smiled through discomfort just to avoid worrying anyone. So when he texted you at 7AM with:

"Hey… I think I'm dying or something. My stomach really hurts. I'm sorry. Can you maybe come over if you're free? But if you're not it's okay I swear—"

You were at his apartment in twenty minutes, sweatpants, tote bag, and all.

You knocked gently before letting yourself in—he’d given you a spare key months ago, though you rarely used it. The place was dim, and the curtains were drawn. You could hear soft groaning from his room.

“Till?” you called, stepping out of your shoes.

A muffled, weak voice responded: “In here… I think I’m melting…”

You pushed open the door and found him curled up under his blanket, only the top of his messy blonde hair visible. A sketchbook lay closed beside his pillow, a pencil half-dropped on the sheets.

“Baby,” you sighed, approaching the bed, “you look like a sad dumpling.”

Till peeked out from under the blanket. His face was flushed, eyes glassy and full of pathetic apology. “My stomach hates me,” he croaked.

You gently brushed hair from his forehead and sat beside him. “Probably the vending machine sushi you insisted wasn’t a big deal.”

“It smelled fine…” he whined, then clutched his middle and let out a dramatic groan.

You giggled softly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

The rest of the day was soft and slow.

You made tea, warmed up some gentle soup, and coaxed him into sitting upright to take a few sips. Every time he complained, you’d kiss the top of his head and say, “Just a few more spoonfuls, sweetheart,” and he’d oblige with a blush and a tiny pout.

Eventually, you coaxed him into brushing his teeth and washing his face—just enough to feel like a human again—then tucked him back in with a fresh hoodie and warm socks.

He refused to sleep unless you were beside him, mumbling, “I get lonely when I’m sick,” like it was a great tragedy.

So you slid into bed with him, wrapping an arm around his middle gently.

“Not too tight,” he whispered, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Still hurts. But don’t leave either.”

“Never,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Hours passed with quiet whispers and soft humming. At one point, you found yourself rubbing soothing circles on his back while he slept, his breathing finally even. His fingers clutched the hem of your shirt like he was scared you’d disappear.

You stayed all night, watching over him like a gentle guardian, whispering sweet nothings every time he stirred.

By the next morning, he was feeling a bit better. Still weak, but smiling. His voice was groggy as he whispered, “Thanks for staying…”

You leaned in, brushing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Always. Just don’t eat gas station sushi ever again.”

“No promises,” he teased, and winced. “Kidding. Ow.”

You laughed, and for the first time since the previous day, so did he.

You helped him sit up, fluffing his pillow and tucking the blanket snugly around his waist. His hair was sticking out in a hundred different directions, his cheeks were still a little pink, and his hoodie sleeves kept sliding over his fingers.

He looked like the sickly version of a sleepy woodland creature. A little pathetic. A little adorable.

You handed him a warm mug of weak peppermint tea and sat cross-legged beside him on the bed.

“Are you gonna keep looking at me like that?” he mumbled.

“Like what?” you asked innocently, tilting your head.

“Like you think I’m cute when I’m dying.”

“You are cute when you’re dying,” you teased, brushing a bit of hair from his forehead. “Honestly, it’s unfair. Most people just look gross when they’re sick.”

He groaned and buried his face into your side with a muffled, “I look like a boiled sock.”

You giggled. “You look like a boiled sock I love very much.”

That got a soft, wheezy laugh out of him, which quickly turned into another stomach cramp. He curled up again, hand fisting the fabric of your shirt.

You instinctively placed your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles.

“Still bad?” you whispered.

He nodded into you. “Like there’s a demon tap dancing in my guts.”

“Well,” you murmured gently, “tell the demon to get evicted. He’s not on the lease.”

A little while later, after he drifted into another nap—curled against your side, face pressed to your thigh like you were the only stable thing in the universe—you carefully grabbed his sketchbook off the floor.

It was his comfort item, in a way. The one thing he always kept nearby, even when he was sick, tired, or overwhelmed.

You flipped it open, expecting to see half-done studies or scenery sketches.

Instead, it was page after page… of you.

Your silhouette in soft pencil lines. The way your hands cradled mugs. The shape of your smile mid-laugh. A scribbled doodle of your eyes with little stars around them. You felt your throat tighten as you traced the lines with your gaze. It wasn’t just art—it was love, poured out in graphite and attention to detail.

You didn’t even realize Till had woken up again until you heard his sleepy voice, rasping, “Sorry… that’s kinda embarrassing.”

You looked down to see him blinking up at you, still drowsy but watching you with a worried kind of vulnerability.

“Don’t be,” you said softly, your voice thick. “These are beautiful.”

He flushed, half-hiding his face under the blanket. “You weren’t supposed to see the ones from, like… last week. That one’s bad—your nose looked weird, and—”

“I love them,” you interrupted gently.

He peeked out again, confused. “Really?”

You smiled, eyes warm. “Really. I think it’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done.”

“…Even the one where you’re holding a sword and fighting a giant frog?”

“Especially that one.”

He snorted, then groaned at the stomach ache that followed. “Ow. No laughing. Laughter is banned.”

You leaned down and kissed his temple. “Okay. No more laughing. Just resting and letting me spoil you.”

“You’re already spoiling me,” he murmured, hand brushing over yours, weak but affectionate. “You always do.”

You laced your fingers with his. “Good. Then rest. I’ll be here.”

And as he drifted back to sleep, head heavy on your lap, you stayed—running your fingers through his hair, listening to the rain tapping gently against the window, and watching over your sick little artist with all the love in the world.

[itsnotsunnyy]

ghosts of us

pairing: jacob black x female!reader

word count: 3,3k

summary: they were building forever, until fate rewrote the ending. now she walks with memories, and he walks with someone new, but some ghosts never leave, especially the ones we loved the most.

content: parallel grief, angst, lost love, secondhand heartbreak...

a/n: this took the longest freaking time to write, but i finally feel like i did justice to the lyrics of ‘two ghosts’, which holds such a special place in my heart—especially knowing harry wrote it back when one direction was still a thing. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy <3

i still sleep on the left side of the bed. 

you haven’t been here in months, but the habit stuck, like everything else you left behind. your hoodie is still draped over my desk chair, half-folded the way you always did. the scent is fading, pine, smoke, your shampoo, but i can still find it if i try hard enough. 

i try too often. 

it’s strange how fast everything can fall apart, no warning, no goodbye. just a new name whispered in the forest and a silence so loud it split me in two. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

we met when i was seventeen and angry at everything. 

my mom sent me to forks to “cool down.” i had just dropped out of my first real job, dyed my hair blue out of spite, and started writing terrible poetry in the margins of my sketchbook. forks was supposed to be temporary. 

you weren´t. 

you were just… there. warm and loud and too good at fixing things. you teased me the first time we met, i was standing in the rain, trying to light a cigarette, failing miserably. 

“you know,” you said, leaning against your truck, “that’s not going to work in this weather.” 

i flipped you off and you laughed. 

the next day, i found a box of waterproof matches in the mailbox with a note: 

just in case you’re still trying to rebel. — j 

i kept them, even after i quit smoking. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

we fell into something fast. wild. consuming. 

you’d pick me up in the middle of the night just to drive until the sky turned pink. we’d lie in the bed of your truck, counting stars, not saying much. i loved that about you—you weren’t afraid of quiet. 

you let me draw you once. i made you sit still for an hour. you hated it. 

“i look too serious,” you said when i showed you the sketch. 

“you are serious.” 

you raised an eyebrow. “do i seem serious when i’m doing this?” and then you tickled me until i cried laughing. 

i taped that drawing to my wall. it stayed there long after you stopped showing up at my door. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

we were going to move in together. that’s the part i can’t let go 

it wasn’t a maybe. it wasn’t some distant dream we threw around on sleepless nights. we had a lease printed, boxes labeled, a list of what we’d take and what we’d leave behind. 

you wanted to be closer to the rez but far enough that you didn’t feel trapped. you said, “i just want space to be me, not the alpha, not the wolf... just jacob.” and i told you i’d follow you anywhere. 

i meant it. 

the night before everything changed, you kissed my forehead and said, “we’re almost there.” 

you didn’t look like a man on the edge of vanishing. 

you looked like mine.  

i thought we had time. 

i thought we had forever. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

leah warned me. she didn’t say it directly, but her eyes carried stories she never told. she’d catch you looking at me like i hung the stars and then look away like it hurt to breathe. 

one night, she finally broke. we were sitting on my porch, her legs curled under her, the beer in her hand untouched. 

“i know what it feels like,” she said after a long pause. “i loved sam. i still do, sometimes.” 

my stomach dropped. 

“emily,” i whispered. 

she nodded. “he didn’t choose it. neither did jacob. doesn’t matter, though. the result’s the same.” 

“did it ever stop hurting?” i asked. 

she shook her head. “no. but you get used to the weight.” 

after that we saw each other quite often. drawn to the same ache. 

two ghosts. 

we’d sit in silence, backs to the wind, hearts broken in parallel. 

we’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me. 

i never knew how true that line could feel until then. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

before her, we had everything. 

lazy afternoons tangled in bedsheets, walks through the woods where you’d shift mid-laugh just to make me scream, bonfires where you kept your hand on my waist like a promise. 

i remember how you’d trace shapes into my skin when you couldn’t sleep, mumbling things like “you’re it for me” and “no imprint, just choice.” 

choice. 

what a fragile, stupid word. 

i believed it. 

you did too. 

until she opened her eyes and the world rewrote itself. 

when you told me, your voice cracked. 

“i didn’t want this,” you said. “i didn’t ask for it.” 

but you still walked away, you still looked at me like i was suddenly something less. like she made you whole in a way i never could. 

“what am i supposed to do with this?” i asked. 

you didn’t answer. you just left. 

 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

my room is still full of you. your sweatshirt in the drawer. your handwriting on a note stuck to my mirror. 

you talk in your sleep. it’s cute. — j 

i never took it down. i think part of me hoped you’d come back, not because of the imprint. not because you had to, but because you wanted to. 

leah held me through the first night. she didn’t say much. didn’t need to. grief doesn’t always need words, it just needs someone to bleed with. 

“i hated emily for years,” she whispered once. “not because she took him. but because she didn’t have to lose anything to get him.” 

i didn’t hate renesmee. i couldn’t. she was a child. she didn’t choose this any more than you did, but that didn’t make me feel any less replaceable, any less forgotten. 

some days i wake up thinking it was a dream. that if i roll over fast enough, you’ll be there, smirking like always, eyes soft with sleep, arms ready to pull me close, but it’s just cold sheets and the echo of your breathing that lives in my memory. 

i should’ve burned the hoodie. 

i should’ve screamed, but all i did was cry. silent, shaking and small. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

leah and i started running together. not like the pack, just... human, just girls trying to outrun a storm that never ends. she tells me stories sometimes, about sam, about what she thought forever meant. 

i think she sees you in my eyes the way i see him in hers. two ghosts, both alive, both taken. 

sometimes we laugh about it. most days, we don’t. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

i saw you again last week. 

you were walking with her, the imprint. she had her hand in yours, tiny and glowing like the sun. you looked tired, older, but peaceful. 

you didn’t see me, or maybe you did and looked away. i wanted to hate you in that moment. to spit fire, curse your name and scream at the universe for taking everything i had and turning it into this, but instead, i walked away. because that’s what we do, the ones left behind. we walk away and carry what you forgot. 

you used to say i reminded you of the ocean. not just because of the way i moved, but because i was always changing, pulling you in, dragging you under, filling you with something vast and unnamable. you said you could drown in me and still want more. 

did you mean it? or was that just the boy in you talking, the one who didn’t know fate had other plans? 

sometimes i dream of starting over. a new city, new name, new version of me that doesn’t flinch at the word “wolf” or ache when someone mentions forks. but then, leah calls, and we sit in silence, connected by wounds only we understand. and i remember— we survived, not because we were strong, but because we had to be. 

we don’t get closure. not really. we just learn to carry the quiet, so that’s what i do. i carry you. every kiss, every fight, every whispered plan for a future that’ll never come. you were my almost. my almost forever, my almost home and maybe that’s all we ever get to be. almost. 

you didn’t choose it, but i would’ve chosen you. every time. even now. especially now. 

but now? now we’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.  

[goquokka00]

Adore You

Summary: A difficult work situation leaves you feeling beyond upset and worthless. Luckily for you, you have a boyfriend who wants to help make you feel all better, and prove to you that you are truly perfect in every way, shape, and form.

Pairing: Hyunjin X Reader (F!)

Genre: Smut, Fluff (Pretty much based off of something that literally just happened to me and so a feel good too so I can try not to explode or go into an anxiety attack)

Warnings: Body worship, tit play, praise, oral sex (f! receiving), premature orgasm, Hyunjin being an extremely loving boyfriend (like honestly give me someone like this please I beg of you-), 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Y'all I'm so sorry for not updating in a HOT minute, I have been so severely unmotivated, it isn't even funny. I'm hoping to get some new stuff out soon though, we'll see how it goes. For now, I really hope you enjoy this one :)

You didn't know how much more of this you could handle.

Fact of the matter? Your boss sucked major ass. Not necessarily, he just managed to make you mad. And for good reasons, too. Today's trigger was particularly off putting.

See, he had just called you, saying that there was a bit of confusion with your availability. And since he had asked you for had been making you decide to change it to what he had been making you work. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, all of which were scheduled at different times for different reasons.

That was NOT your original availability. When you had been hired, you had claimed that you'd be able to work Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. No matter what, you couldn't work Saturdays. But that wasn't honored, ever. And he never scheduled you to work Sundays.

But when you told him your new availability? Oh, he was beyond pissed. He said that when he hired you, he had said that he needed you available on Sundays, and that you had said you could work on the Sundays anyway.

So what did you do? You calmly explained to him that you remembered saying that, but from what you had seen in the scheduling patterns, 1, he was always giving you Sundays off. 2, he was dishonoring your original availability because he was making you work Saturdays.

All he said in return? You two were going to talk and figure it out tomorrow during the shift you both worked together, and that you had to make a new availability while he looked for someone to offset your schedule. Great.

The second you finished that call, you immediately set your phone down and went to the living room, where your soothing remedy and amazing boyfriend sat. You were so thankful to Hyunjin, since he put up with your bullshit and rants all the time.

Now was one of those times. And he could tell just from how you laid your head on his lap, put your hoodie sleeve covered hands over your face, and screamed. It was muffled by the sleeves of the hoodie on your body, but Hyunjin knew that scream all too well. You were frustrated. And more than likely, it had to do with work.

"What happened, beautiful?" He was so calm when he asked the question, not even bothering to look away from the sketch he was working on, rather bringing a hand down to gently scratch the top of your head. And oh, did that feel good.

"My boss happened, that's what." Your tone said it all. You didn't mind your boss, he was okay. But he did make you mad. Most of the time he made you mad.

"And what did he do to make him the 'happened'?"

And off you went. Hyunjin had pulled the trigger, which sent you off on a half hour rant, going on and on about how your boss gave you crap for an availability he didn't even stick to. You told him how you were now even questioning your availability, and how you didn't know if it was smart to keep the one you had or if you changed it again.

And the entire time, Hyunjin listened, continuing to scratch your head, humming along to let you know that he was listening, hell, he even let you lean up against him, an arm going around your waist to keep you steady. And once you had quieted down, Hyunjin spoke again.

"Did you get it all out of your system?"

"Mhm..."

"Do you want my opinion?"

"Mmn..." It was a very unsure noise. If you were being honest with yourself, his input would be greatly appreciated. But you already knew what he was going to say if he did speak. Essentially, it was gonna be that it was out of your control, and that he had to cater to you. Thankfully, Hyunjin didn't wait for you to make up your mind.

He usually didn't.

"I'm gonna say it anyway." Hyunjin's voice was soft as he spoke, his eyes finally leaving his artwork to look into yours. "You told him your new availability, and how your availability beforehand wasn't respected. You've done all you can. And if your boss wants to throw a fit about it, and not respect your wishes and what you want, then he can put his big boy pants on, suck it up, and deal with that. Either that, or he can get his cock sucked sideways with sandpaper."

His comment made you laugh a bit, your head going and resting on his shoulder.

"Don't you think that was a little harsh, Hyunnie?"

"For what you've had to put up with? I think I'm being nice."

You both smiled, Hyunjin looking back to his art and continuing to work on it, while you just rested against him. It was silent for a bit, until you spoke up again after you let out a sigh.

"I just...He makes me feel like I'm just a body at his disposal sometimes." That got Hyunjin's attention. He stopped, glancing back at you for a second, a brow raised.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You know I only work shifts that my boss needs covered. I'm just kinda there at his disposal." You let out another sigh, running a hand through your hair as you pushed yourself off of Hyunjin. "It makes me feel like that's all I'm really good for. I'm just at someone's disposal. An extra body."

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there." Hyunjin immediately set his things down, moving to place his hands on your cheeks. "You're so much more than that. You're beautiful, and you work damn hard. I don't even work as hard as you do. He probably gives you those shifts because he knows you can handle it."

"But it doesn't feel like that."

"It doesn't matter what it feels like. You're absolutely incredible. You not only work hard, but you work hard at home. You do chores, you somehow manage to handle me. Me! Not even Chan can do that sometimes!"

You only sighed at his words, looking away from him. But it didn't fly with Hyunjin. That was for damn sure.

"Hey, no. Eyes on mine, baby." His voice was stern as he directed your eyes to his, holding your chin with his fingers. And when he saw the doubt in your eyes, he didn't even hesitate to press his lips to yours.

It was like you were transported from your reality into a whole other world. It always happened when Hyunjin kissed you like this. He did things to you that nobody else could. And he knew that. And when he pulled away, he kept his forehead on yours, his voice soft. It barely even came out, just above a whisper.

"Let me show you how incredible you are, baby." As he spoke, his hands traveled up your body, going up your sides and back, slowly guiding you closer to him. And all you could do was nod, your voice barely coming out as well.

"Yes..." Hyunjin didn't even hesitate, rushing to take your lips with his again. But this time, it wasn't gentle like before. No, it was much more passionate. He communicated everything in the kiss that he couldn't communicate with words. And you understood everything.

It didn't take that long for Hyunjin to readjust the two of you, laying you back on the couch as his lips went to your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses in his wake. One of his hands held your side, the other slipping into your hoodie and going up your stomach, cupping one of your breasts.

"Hyunjin..." You breathed, your back arching. You didn't have a bra on, and so his hand was on your skin. And neither of you minded. Hyunjin only smiled against your skin, before backing off and pushing your hoodie over your head, admiring your body.

"So perfect...and it's all mine..." Hyunjin murmured. He sat back, looking over every detail as if he was seeing it for the first time.

It wasn't the first time he's seen you; he's drawn your nude body, he's made love to you countless times. But he always loved to take in the view in front of him, especially now, as his hands traveled your body, going over your stomach, running over your breasts. He loved watching you react to his touch, how you squirmed or whined or moaned.

"I wish you could see just how beautiful you are...how much of a goddess you are. You're my goddess, baby." Hyunjin slowly went down, pressing kisses to the base of your neck, trailing them to your collarbone, going down, down, until he reached your breasts. He groped each, watching how they morphed to his hands.

"Hyunnie..." You didn't even know what to say. You've made love before with him. But he's never taken this much time with you. "Baby, please..."

"Shh...let me worship you. You deserve to be worshiped." Hyunjin looked to you, not breaking eye contact as he put one of your nipples into his mouth. You immediately took a sharp breath of air, the exhale shaky. Your hands went to cradle his head, your hips grinding up against his stomach.

He made sure to pay attention to each breast. His tongue teased your nipples, his teeth gently nipping at each. He'd suck for a moment, but mostly licked at them, all while his hands massaged each breast, really taking time to appreciate each. The entire time, you watched, your face flushed as he worked.

And when he deemed that your chest had been given enough attention, he placed several kisses onto each breast, before letting out a sigh, his body still not wanting to leave them just yet.

"God, your chest is so fucking perfect, beautiful...your nipples are so cute when they get perky like this." A smile appeared on Hyunjin's face as he looked to you, placing a kiss to your sternum.

"Hyunjin, they're not--"

"No. None of that. I think that your chest is beautiful. And I'm the only one who sees them, right?"

"...yeah..."

"Then why does it matter what other people think?" Hyunjin placed more kisses down your sternum, going to your stomach as his hands grabbed the waistband of your sleep shorts, hooking his fingers into them and slowly pulling them down. "They're perfect. You're perfect. You always have been."

That shut you up. A chill went down your spine, your heart racing. Hyunjin was being so sweet. No...he was being a loving boyfriend. This...this was love. Just when you thought you'd experienced it before...you realize you never have.

Hyunjin slowly pulled your shorts and panties off as you went silent, before taking his shirt off, leaving him in his sweatpants, which had a very obvious outline in them. But he ignored it, spreading your legs to look at your soaked pussy. And in that moment, Hyunjin could've sworn that he could stop breathing right then and there.

"God fucking damn, baby..." His eyes were wide, locked on your pussy. It made you blush. He's never stared at you like that before. Well, he has.

Just not that intensely.

He moved down to your cunt, laying down as he put your legs on his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling you closer to him. He was in absolute awe. Even close up, it was gorgeous. You were gorgeous.

"Your pussy's so pretty...so fucking pretty and pink and...and just...wow..." He just couldn't look away. And you couldn't find words. You were at a complete and total loss of them.

It didn't take very long for Hyunjin to finally look up at you. And once he did, his mouth opened, only to close around your clit, his tongue gently tapping the sensitive bud as he sucked gently.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

"Hyu-Hyunjin!" Your back arched as you moaned out, your legs shaking a bit as your boyfriend hummed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tasted some of your juices that landed on his tongue. You knew he loved your taste. And you could tell that he was savoring it this time.

His tongue went from tapping your clit to flicking it, occasionally leaving his mouth to give long swipes, before he stopped sucking and just focused on rubbing his tongue right under your clit, making you squirm and whine. Hyunjin hummed at your reaction, pushing his head forward more before changing it up again.

He moved his tongue in tight figure eights right against your clit, opening his mouth as he panted against your pussy, spit dripping down into your entrance, all while you leaked for him.

"Oh my fucking god...baby..." You wheezed out, grabbing at Hyunjin's hair. You didn't miss the way he groaned as you did so, or how his hips bucked into the sofa as you moaned out to him, your own hips bucking into his face. "I-I...I'm getting close..."

Hyunjin hummed in response to you, his tongue getting more eager as he opened his eyes, looking right into yours. And oh, his eyes...They were so glossed over, showing just how drunk he was on your taste. On your pussy.

On you.

You don't know if that was what pushed you over the edge, or if it was the fact that his tongue was just doing absolute wonders for stimulation. Either way, you came, crying out pathetically as your body shuddered. All the while, Hyunjin moaned with you, holding you close to his face as you hit your orgasm hard.

Your thighs tried their best to close, and they would've had it not been for Hyunjin holding them open, his mouth latching back around your clit as he tried to help you calm down. You panted, small muscles in your thighs twitching as your pussy clenched.

Hyunjin pulled away, giving your pussy one last lick and kiss, before smiling up at you. He was satisfied, that much was obvious.

"So, do you believe me?" He asked, waiting for your answer.

"Ye-Yeah...shit...wow..." You breathed, resting your head back against the couch. But then, you looked to Hyunjin, a raised brow. "So, uh...are we fucking now?"

"Ah...about that..." Hyunjin let out a small laugh, before looking down and rolling to his side to just double check that he was absolutely sure that what happened, well...happened. And once he confirmed it, he looked back to you, a sheepish smile appeared on his face. "I uh...I already came."

"Wait, really?" You blinked, shocked as Hyunjin moved up to you, pressing a kiss to your lips as he hummed.

"Yep. You're just too sexy, baby." Hyunjin smiled, pressing his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. "Don't worry though, I promise I'm perfectly content. I got to worship my girl."

"And I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat."

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[mask-of-prime]

TLG: Final 10 Episodes Sketch Dump

September 2nd once again fell on a Labor Day, like it once did when the final 10 episodes of TLG dropped on WatchTLG (due to its early release on the old DisneyNOW app). The alignment of the exact day, month, and holiday five years later put me in the spirit to sketch away as I rewatched these episodes.

I was there when the countdown on the WatchTLG site had about an hour left. I hadn't seen a full episode of TLG until that point because I at the time thought I wouldn't be into it. I saw the synopses for these episodes leaked somewhere online and was doubtful yet VERY hopeful that the one with Vitani's Lion Guard was going to be a real episode simply because I wanted to see her in new content, regardless of my familiarity with the show.

When I binge-watched these final episodes with a friend, my relationship with the show improved as I went to watch the rest of the show over the next few months. I was so grateful to see so much content and worldbuilding for the TLK universe

Sketch descriptions under the cut:

1. Friends to the End

I've said this before in a review of this episode, but whether or not the writers intended this, their portrayal of irritability brought on by an anxiety attack is astounding. Kion's anxiety is piled up more and more when he's in a hurry to find a cure at the Tree of Life, Bunga repeatedly tells him he's becoming like Scar, and the rest of the group just "blind leading the blind"-in their journey SO badly because they're a bunch of unsupervised freshman-aged kids who are in their "Well I wouldn't go THAT far" or "Can I be the devil's advocate" phase.

This situation of fearing becoming like a shitty family member and being told you are by people when you're already in a vulnerable state is just SO vile and unfortunately so real. I found myself relating hard to this episode due to Kion's valid af anger in this episode, which is why I had to draw Kion claiming his "Don't you just wanna go apeshit??" era.

Kion is basically me throughout this episode and the entire first half of Season 3. It is SO HARD to get through this season sometimes when these same couple of lines keep coming at least once per episode. As soon as I hear Fuli saying "Uhh... Kion?" or "KION!!" I know exactly what's coming.

2. The Tree of Life:

Since we never get to see Sahasi and Ananda's color palettes they had in life, I took what I could make out from their spirit forms as well as some creative liberties, and came up with what they may have looked like on Earth.

Ananda is where Baliyo gets his freckles and dull, dark pelt, and where Rani gets her purple pupils, red nose, and dark tail. Sahasi is where Rani gets her richer pelt and where Baliyo gets his nose gradient, multicolored mane, and lighter tail color.

Fun Fact: According to some email responses from a member of the team who worked on TLG, they said that Sahasi was meant to be Janna's son, which for me, puts an end to a debate I had in my head where I was stuck between either him or Ananda being Janna's child: On one hand, I liked the idea of Sahasi and Surak being the foils of Mufasa and Scar, but also liked the idea of Ananda as Janna's daughter and heir since they looked so alike, as well as it solidifying the martriarchy headcanon I have for the Night Pride. Though the team member didn't straight-up provide Sahasi's relation to Janna and Surak as an absolute fact, rather it was simply the gist they got from the creation of Sahasi's character, it's an answer from a team member at all, which I can absolutely settle with. I decided to give him a similar fur color to Surak because of that.

3. The River of Patience:

I just HAD to doodle eepy Kion. It's like the one part of this episode that sticks with me outside the wholesome therapy dynamics and Kion heroically holding the flower between his teeth. This is basically him but if he fully succumbed to falling asleep waiting for the log.

4. Little Old Ginterbong:

Can I just say that I fucking LOVE Mama Binturong's character?? She's absolutely insane and constantly looks like an addict that needs her fix. She makes me nostalgic for some reason, and I think it's gotta do with her Mama Gunda vibes (which is odd because I wasn't even that young when I saw Tarzan II). I had to draw her doing the thing lol

5. Poa the Destroyer:

All I could think about throughout this episode besides the rare Evil Beshte is how insufferable Pinguino is. I mean it in kind of a good way, his personality is so ridiculous that he's made me laugh a few times.

6. Long Live the Queen:

Surprisingly, the sketch regarding this episode is probably the least expected subject matter out of anything I could've put here: An idea that's been forming in my head for a bit now was the idea of Bunga and Binga continuing the fostering/babysitting business of Bunga's "uncles". Bunga is shown to be a natural with young animals in a few episodes, and it continues in the subplot of this episode where he watches over Varya's cubs.

7. The Lake of Reflection:

The one thing that viscerally stuck with me in this episode was the unbelievably cute design they gave bby Cheezi. Had to sketch him.

8. Triumph of the Roar:

Obligatory Askari sketch because I actually love drawing him and making headcanons of his era. Looking back... he kinda looks like he's looking down at the events of the bottom drawing in slight disappointment.

9. Journey to the Pride Lands:

Drew Azaad (for what I think might be the first time) with the only thing he seemed to be doing throughout this episode -- taking any opportunity he can to comment about how much better cheetahs are at basically everything. He's fun to draw and I'd like to do more art of him one day.

10. Return to the Pride Lands

This is a sketch of what I deadass thought was gonna happen during this scene the first time I saw this episode lmao. At the time, the previous two episodes were fresh on my mind so I thought Kion was once again going to spam his tornado ability, but with Vitani as his subject for his demonstration. She already knew so little of the Roar as it was, given her absence throughout most of TLG's storyline, but could you imagine what she must've been thinking seeing how much Kion's Roar evolved?

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Fandom: LaDS Pairings: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Sylus x reader, Caleb x reader, Rafayel x reader Tags: Fluff, slight suggestiveness in Raf's (if you squint) A/N: I needed to stop focusing on the negativity in my life, so here's fluff to compensate <3 I do have other HCs that I'm slowly gathering and writing so don't forget to keep a look out for those :eyes:

=𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣= 🌟

-If he’s asleep don’t count on comfort, it takes an Earthquake to wake him. You’ve made plenty of jokes that any future offspring will more than likely have to wake you up for overnight emergencies.

-HOWEVER, if he does happen to notice or is awake when you’re asleep, he’d be very concerned™. -100% the kind to light a relaxing aromatherapy candle before waking you up for cuddles. -He’ll talk you through the nightmares and remind you that you’re safe in his arms. -Would attempt shadow puppetry with you, insisting that his is a bunny and not a dog. -You fall back asleep to him making up stories about your shadow puppet characters.

-If you’re too shaken up to go back to bed, he will insist you both get up to make the fluffiest waffles (you’re taking charge- of course) and (he) will brew the strongest coffee that your descendents will feel that caffeine energy.

=ℤ𝕒𝕪𝕟𝕖= ☃️

-Immediately starts to massage your back, neck, brows or temples. -The kind to hum some lullaby for you though he’s very careful about only doing this when you’re half-awake (you’re less likely to remember it that way and he can always blame it on your dreams). -If it’s a really bad nightmare, he will wake you up from it, although in the gentlest manner that you almost thought was part of your dream.

-Would keep a dream journal just for you. You’d find it one day when you were going through the bookcase to find a specific guidebook for an arctic mission. -Related to the dream journal, he’d be the kind to research into your nightmares, coming up with before bedtime routines that would deter them.

=𝕊𝕪𝕝𝕦𝕤= 🐦‍⬛

-Would envelope you in the World’s Best Bear Dragon Hug. -On that note, would also rock you back to sleep. -Gladly listen to you talk about it if you choose to, his fingers combing through your hair in that gentle way akin to someone scratching a cat’s ear. -Has a specific record made for you, compiled of all the classical music you found soothing and plays it before bedtime through the stenograph in the bedroom. -He’s got copies of this specific record in every single one of his safe houses and has personally seen to it that the tracks were downloaded onto your phone so you can have it with you when you’re on a mission.

Bonus: You accidentally wiped your phone one night and Sylus sent Mephisto to you so they could ‘sing’ to you instead.

=ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕓= 🍎

-His Caleb-Spidey-Senses start to tingle each and any time you have a nightmare. He’ll by your side in no time. -Another member of Team Hugging It Out, and will let you cling to him. -When you were younger, he would sleep on the floor of your room, his hand gently holding yours to reassure you that he’s still there. And will always be there. -Now that you’re older, he’d still hold your hand, fingers gently tracing his name over and over the inside of your wrist until you drift back to sleep.

-If sleep evades you, he’s the type to come up with make-belief stories with you. Reminding you of simpler times.

Bonus: Little did you know, he’s secretly keeping track of all these stories and turning them into a little bedtime book for your future kids.

=ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕝= 🧜

-100% bringing out the damn singing bowls. -It’s fine though, he’s low-key a skilled musician with it and it’ll sometimes soothe you back to sleep.

-On nights the nightmares are particularly bad, he would run you a warm bath with your favorite soothing scents. Perhaps include a playful bathbomb that has glitter that’ll stick to your skin. -Already has a daybed in the bathroom by the bathtub where he could spend hours sketching or painting you relaxing in the bath. -He COULD, he wouldn’t because he’s also worried about getting you sick – and how could you possibly be his Miss Bodyguard if you weren’t feeling your best?

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