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beginning with domicile planets, whenever a planet is in domicile, it means that the sign is in a planet that rules the sign ⬎

SUN ⟶ LEO.

MOON ⟶ CANCER.

MERCURY ⟶ GEMINI AND VIRGO.

VENUS ⟶ TAURUS AND LIBRA.

MARS ⟶ ARIES AND SCORPIO.

JUPITER ⟶ SAGITTARIUS AND PISCES.

SATURN ⟶ CAPRICORN AND AQUARIUS.

URANUS ⟶ AQUARIUS.

NEPTUNE ⟶ PISCES.

PLUTO ⟶ SCORPIO.

exalted planets happen whens a planet is in a sign it can easily display its energy through.

SUN ⟶ ARIES.

♇ people with an aries sun could find it easier compared to other sun signs to be a leader, knowing how to control their impulses and goals. might have it easy when it comes to support from others

MOON ⟶ TAURUS.

♇ people with a taurus moon could find it easier compared to other moon signs to emotionally nurture themselves and other people. could be talented at styling, baking or cooking. could find it easy to find beauty within themselves.

MERCURY ⟶ VIRGO.

♇ people with a virgo mercury could find it easier compared to other mercury signs to speak to other people, being able to control their anxiety. knowing how to read a room and humour people around them.

VENUS ⟶ PISCES.

♇ people with a pisces venus could find it easier compared to other venus signs to know what type of love they deserve. how to create art and love others. can understand art and beauty better than others and can be empathetic.

MARS ⟶ CAPRICORN.

♇ people with a capricorn mars could find it easier compared to other mars sign to be ambitious, aim for their goals and having discipline. know how to follow rules and be respect by others and being individuals who can be healthy with having authority or they can learn to be, having much responsibilities and knowing what to do with it.

JUPITER ⟶ CANCER.

♇ people with a cancer jupiter are very empathetic people, can make a name for themselves and are excellent at creating a foundation, a home to themselves and other people. care-taking and can handle money good.

SATURN ⟶ LIBRA.

♇ people with a libra saturn can be very diplomatic people, can age very beautifully, and are respected by those around them. this placement can indicate that the individual likes peace and can move to social groups who can give them that, know how to cut off people.

URANUS ⟶ SCORPIO.

♇ people with scorpio uranus can be very imaginative and psychic, they know how to follow their gut-feeling and are excellent at being friends as they can be ride or dies. those with this placement can be people who always find a way to make money, could be considered a genius.

NEPTUNE ⟶ LEO.

♇ people with leo neptune can be amazing performers, the stage is for them, i believe the iconic stars we know who have passed do have leo neptune. they are the most photographed people as well, people who belong to leo neptune are people who can connect with others very easily, thus their fame.

PLUTO ⟶ LEO AND ARIES.

♇ people with leo or aries pluto are innovative and assertive, leaders who can make a change and have influence to the people around them. can be very trendy people and could always leave a mark when they leave.

planets in detriment move differently to how a planet in a sign is supposed to, it could be difficult for the native to express the themes of the planet through the sign, but they end up having a unique perspective of it that amazes others at the end. the planets are normally in opposite signs they usually rule.

SUN ⟶ AQUARIUS.

♇ instead of thinking of self, aquarius suns are people who think for everyone. being those who are humanitarians and seeing the true potential of the world. they bring out the unique side of themselves society arent used to, but because of this they become trendsetters.

MOON ⟶ CAPRICORN.

♇ instead of being emotionally open, capricorn moons must learn how to love thyself. and during that time of loving themselves, they become emotionally wise and can teach others how to do the same, the love they werent necessarily taught, can be given and taught to their children, if they want them.

MERCURY ⟶ SAGITTARIUS AND PISCES.

♇ instead of being direct and forward, [even though sagittarius mercuries can be] people who are sagittarius and pisces mercuries learn to read between the lines. being those who can decipher the unseen and because of that and of their depth, they can come up with think-pieces people have not heard before.

VENUS ⟶ ARIES AND SCORPIO.

♇ instead of being soft and stereotypically "feminine" those of aries or scorpio venus learn to be bold with their passion and their sense of style. they're people who learn to handle and balance the feminine and masculine essence, being innovative and authentic with how they display themselves, they usually inspire other people and become muses in fashion.

MARS ⟶ LIBRA AND TAURUS.

♇ instead of being tough and stereotypically "masculine" those of libra and taurus mars learn to be diplomatic with their anger and passion. thought sometimes this could lead them into being passive and non-confrontational. this placement[s] helps them become people who are very patient.

JUPITER ⟶ GEMINI AND VIRGO.

♇ by not being the usual people who are used to abundance, those with gemini and virgo jupiter can be over-whelmed by how fast life moves around them, however it helps them with multi-tasking, being people who can ease the fast thoughts in their mind, if not careful, they can become people who are too relaxed with how life is and end up stalling.

SATURN ⟶ CANCER AND LEO.

♇ by not being the usual people who are used to comfort and nurture, those with cancer and leo in saturn learn to become nurturers and emotionally intelligent. at first, they can be awkward with signs of physical affection, but they go through the journey of loving their body, their inner-child and the lessons life has taught them about self-acceptance.

URANUS ⟶ LEO.

♇ by not being the usual people who are used to society accepting who they are, people with uranus in leo learn to navigate life with comprehending that not everyone is going to love them because of their big energy. they're people who are usually the life of the party, but the uranus in leo puts a social battery in them which causes them to go into hermit mode, but it helps them go on the journey of understanding themselves without the need or help of other people.

NEPTUNE ⟶ VIRGO.

♇ by not being the usual people who are used to order and preciseness, those with neptune in virgo get confused, especially in their mind. could have a lot of deja vu moments that makes them feel crazy. they become more in touch with the spiritual side of life instead of the physical, reaching out to the higher-self and becoming spiritual moguls.

PLUTO ⟶ TAURUS.

♇ by not being the usual people who are used to vast intensity, they are people who have to learn to control their sensuality, their greediness and even possessiveness, this placement is a huge twist to the usual taurus slow-pace, they learn that life doesnt move the way they want it to move and learn to become adaptable in scenarios that involve them thinking quick on their feet.

when planets are in fall they have to find a different and original way to comprehend themselves, there is a big struggle but they gain knowledge and wisdom through the planet they're in.

SUN ⟶ LIBRA.

♇ those with sun in libra might struggle with finding their place in society, so this can cause them to become people-pleasers and even walking matts to everyone around them. they need to learn to live for themselves and not for the pleasure of other people.

MOON ⟶ SCORPIO.

♇ those with moon in scorpio struggle with finding eternal peace, its chaos in their mind and heart, they're vengeful as they normally interact with people who have malicious intent, could be friends or family members, what they have to do is end the cycle, becoming people who transform the hateful energy into something that is healing and creative for themselves and even other people, that's why a lot of musicians that are mass-liked have a scorpio moon, ex, beyonce, miley cyrus, kali uchis and the weeknd.

MERCURY ⟶ PISCES.

♇ those with mercury in pisces struggle with finding confidence, they might've been people who have been ridiculed and pushed to the side by others who demean their intelligence and their spiritual views in life. thus, becoming people who find their tribe who aid them on their journey of being assured.

VENUS ⟶ VIRGO.

♇ those with venus in virgo struggle with finding their true self, thus their need for perfection in themselves and other people. they have to learn to become less controlling and be pleased and grateful for the things and people in their lives.

MARS ⟶ CANCER.

♇ those with mars in cancer struggle with being assured, always double-backing or stalling in projects they can thrive in. always thinking what they give is the worst, paranoia strikes for cancer martians, so they become dependent to other people to make them confident, finding their individuality is a big theme in their life.

JUPITER ⟶ CAPRICORN.

♇ individuals with jupiter in capricorn normally do have it better than most capricorn in planet placements as jupiter gives it a great boost, however as it is in fall, capricorn jupiter natives learn to be people who build their foundations from the start to the top, having to be people who had to become responsible and serious at a young age, most of their childhood might've been taken away from them, so people with this placement learn to have fun with childhood nostalgia that might've been taken away from them.

SATURN ⟶ ARIES.

♇ individuals with saturn in aries have to learn to be disciplined, with aries being such a fiery and excited sign, [plus even a bit immature], the saturn essence practically forces the sign to take life more seriously, they end up becoming people who start projects and goals and finish them instead of leaving it midway through the process. stepping into the roles of leaders, saturn in aries natives learn to be people who can exercise their authority position towards events that can have them flourish in the future.

URANUS ⟶ TAURUS.

♇ individuals with uranus in taurus learn to be people who are unique with the ideas they come up with, most uranus in taurus people are uncomfortable in this placement, because it goes against everything they're used to, peace? now there's chaos? slowness? now its fast. though this makes them very versatile people, when it comes to cooking, baking, writing and even having a unique singing voice people can recognise.

NEPTUNE ⟶ TAURUS.

♇ individuals with neptune in taurus learn to be those who have to break out of social "norms" that are actually unhealthy, as taurus si the sign of stubborness people with a taurus neptune have to learn how to be open-minded as being fixed on their own opinions and versions of the world is something that stalls them and keeps them from their greatest purpose. it also speaks of issues with learning how to see their own value and even beauty thus chasing beauty and ideologieis that are very unrealistic.

PLUTO ⟶ AQUARIUS.

♇ individuals with pluto in aquarius are people who are either very together or they're someone who seperate themselves because of the obsessive need to feel different and not be like other "girls" or other people in general. to have an aquarius pluto shows that community is a big theme the person needs to learn, that being alone all the time does not do anything but make someone more isolated. this alignment also speaks of the idea of the generation being very intelligent but its up to them when it comes to learning how they use their genius minds, do they use it for the greater good or to take advantage of other people?

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nghtwngs · 1 month ago

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For emotional depth :) reader is really powerful. Like REALLY powerful (maybe part Celestial through some sort of serum/experiments? Or even a prophecy) and she was in the OG avengers but was really young (maybe not all that idk) but basically the Thunderbolts keep her around because she’s one of the only people who could stop Sentry. And he’s like “how do you stay so calm? You make this look easy?” And they like bond (maybe they’re already tg) over the weight of being that powerful

‘cause it feels like cpr

pairing. robert “bob” reynolds x avengers!reader

genre. fluff, angst, slightly hurt/comfort, mutual pining, eventual friends to lovers

warnings. very little backstory/context, which will be remedied in a 2nd part, kinda dialogue heavy

author’s notes. ok avengers!reader yay i had to do the math for this all to make sense though lol so reader got blippity blip blipped when they were like in their early twenties and is now ~thirty. i’m splitting this request into two parts (sorry) cause this ending feels like the most natural breaking point to me

part two. masterlist.

“How can be you so calm?” He huffs, scratching the sole of his black converse against the concrete. “You make it all look so easy.”

You crack a slight smile at that. “Takes a lot of work to make this look easy, but I’m flattered you think so. And calm is not a choice for me—it’s either that or wipe out an entire city by accident. Which one would you rather pick?”

Bob stays silent at that, and you stand up from the ledge you were sat on.

“It’s all patience and discipline, but I shouldn’t have to tell you that.” You walk on the ledge of the building, stepping one foot in front of the other, shoulders shrugging. “That’s all basic, but it’s hard. Usually it’s the most foundational things that are like that. Simple, but it’s the consistency that makes them difficult.”

And then you’re letting yourself free fall off the side of the Avengers tower, much to Bob’s horror. He’s rushing to the edge of the building despite his extreme aversion to heights to see where you’ve gone, only to feel the air blow past his curls as you spring up in flight.

Smiling sheepishly, you apologize, “Sorry, I always love doing that to people. Bruce, um, the Hulk freaked the first time I did that to him. Almost went all Hulk to try and catch me. It was kind of sweet.” His cheeks go all rosy when you fly up to him, still in the air but with your crossed arms laid on the ledge of the tower. You lay your head down on your forearm, finding his bright blue eyes once more. “I think you might like this once you get the hang of things. And it makes you look super cool.” You grin, tilting your head to the other side. “Not that you need to look any cooler.”

Bob’s mouth dries a little at your flirtatious remark, not at all expecting it. You’re just trying to soothe his anxiety, and he really does appreciate it. What he doesn’t appreciate is how his cheeks get even hotter at your words.

“Thanks,” he says quietly.

Thanks? Groaning internally at himself, he is almost considering walking off the side of the tower. Not that it’d even put a scratch on him. Actually, it might just be even more embarrassing because you’d almost certainly dive after him. This is why he lets you do most of the talking (totally not ‘cause your voice sounds so nice).

“No prob, Bob. Wow, I’ve never gotten to say that to an actual Bob before.” You wince. “Sorry, we’re totally getting sidetracked here. I don’t wanna waste your time.”

“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind… really. I usually have nothing better to do, so this is a big step up for me.”

“Me lecturing you?” You mock wince. “Jeez, you should get out more ‘cause this being a highlight of your day isn’t exactly ideal, I’d say.”

His head shakes quickly. “No, seriously. I’m alright with this. I don’t mind spending time with you.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that. “Thanks. That’s kind of you—alright, let’s continue. You’ve told me you don’t like using your abilities because of the Void. What makes you believe you don’t have control over that part of yourself?”

“When the Void took over, a lot of people got hurt because of me… I guess I’m scared that I won’t be able to contain it, and that the city will get swallowed by darkness again. And I can’t be the Sentry without the other half…”

You frown, thinking for a moment before a bulb lights up over your head. “But what if that’s it? They’re two sides of the same coin, you, and they must balance the other out. Being the Sentry made you feel great, didn’t it? Like you were in complete control of everything, and there were no variables you couldn’t face. Perhaps—and this is just a total guess, but maybe it’s the Void who keeps you grounded? The Void shows people’s deepest regrets and the stuff we like to keep tucked away, but we need those things. We need them to be better, y’know? It’s a kinda tricky ground since it can easily overwhelm you too, consuming you into the darkness like it did before. But also, you have to learn to control it, or else you might actually end up losing control just as you fear.”

He chews his lower lip, a thoughtful expression now taking over his face. “I never really thought about it like that…”

“Well, that’s why you guys keep me around, isn’t it?” You tease him, holding your hand out as an offering. ”You don’t gotta fly yet if you’re not up for it, Bob, but just let me show you how fun it is. And if you fall, I’ll catch you.”

The sweet smile on your face is one that deserves to be returned, so Bob finds himself with a matching one as he accepts your hand. When you take his other one too, you carefully begin guiding him off the edge of the tower. Even with his fear of heights still bubbling in his stomach, there is something about you that eases it. You make everything look easy, he thinks to himself this time, even flight.

Honestly, he’s more nervous about the fact that he’s holding your hands than he is about being hundreds of feet in the air above New York traffic. But you lead him high enough, protecting his head through the freezing clouds, to where the streets and even the skyscrapers are no longer visible. It’s actually kind of peaceful up here if keeps his gaze pointed around and not down. His eyes return to you, and you’re watching him curiously and with a childlike hope.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” you ask quietly, less confident than you were before.

He smiles at you, shaking his head with certainty. “Not at all.” Thankfully, Bob is able to blame his reddened cheeks on the cold air and not you. “It is pretty cool.”

“You wanna look down?”

“No,” he quickly answers with a swallow, his grip on your hands tightening just slightly.

You chuckle. “The first time I ever flew this high, I wanted to be brave and took a peek down below. I was scared, but I felt such an exhilarating rush that I wanted to do it anyway. I couldn’t even see people—the cars were just tiny moving dots. Even skyscrapers looked small from up there. It’s weird… I think more people focus on what it looks like above, but I think looking back down at the planet is just as beautiful.” You glance up at the dark night sky, twinkling lights surrounding the two of you. “I like staring at the stars as much as anyone else, but we have our own back on Earth too.”

But Bob believes that the only sight worth looking at right now is you.

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elicathebunny · 2 years ago

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FINALLY CLOSING THE GAP BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR HIGHEST SELF IN 2024.

You are going to STOP scrolling endlessly for self-help and advice content and you are going to STOP and apply the knowledge you have endlessly gained. Obtaining help and advice knowledge is useless if it goes through one ear and comes straight out the other. STOP becoming addicted to the idea of scrolling and scrolling for your problems yet you already have the resources to fix them. A fool is a person who cannot decide to take action despite having access to the information needed to do so.

BREAKING FREE FROM THE SCROLLING CYCLE

Learning and Applying is one thing, but Learning and Staying Stationary is literally brain rot. You're addicted to the idea of change and the end result, but you never take the steps towards discipline with a personal structure to get that result. You keep looking for quick fixes and easy hacks, but life is not a quick fix and no hack can elevate your life from 0% to 100% without visiting the rest of the numbers first.

TAKE A BREAK FROM SCROLLING

Take time away from your usual scrolling and learn to be on your own. Learn your own ways of self-care, learn what works for you and understand what you need, because nobody is the same. Following a millionaire's morning routine will not make you a millionaire. This routine has worked for someone to feel and be productive in the morning and was probably curated over the years to suit their current lifestyle. So, seeing other people's successes and comparing their working ways to your life is unrealistic if you are not in a position to implement them. Going straight from 0% (Being unproductive and procrastinating) to 100% (Being incredibly Productive and in tune with self) will not be sustainable for someone who has not built the discipline and the inner foundations required for it. STOP seeing information online and taking it without ALTERING anything to your personal situation.

STOP ASKING HOW TO AND JUST DO

"How to lose weight, How to become more social, How to do this and that"

Most of these things you ALREADY know the answer to. Everybody knows that to lose weight, you need to burn more than you consume. There is literally no other way, no magic and no secret hack, just that simple fact. I guarantee you know that to become more social you just have to be social. Learn to be comfortable in social situations which will require inner work, but it's not a difficult concept. Most of us know what we need to do, yet we still try to find quick fixes or another way that same message is presented to us differently. We act as if we are improving and developing on our "improvement" journey yet we are just finding coping ways to feel like we are moving, yet we are still in the exact same place as before. I know you know what to do, I know you have researched what you should do and ways you can do it. So why are you not doing it? Why are you still not where you want to be? If you are not where you want to be, then what you're currently doing needs to change. You cannot do the exact same thing you've been doing for years and expect a different outcome. You need to curate a routine suited to your needs that is realistic and achievable to adopt.

LEARNING TO MOVE ON YOUR OWN, STOP DEPENDING ON OTHERS TO FUEL YOUR SUCCESS JOURNEY LISTEN TO: NOBODY IS COMING TO SAVE YOU BY JULIENHIMSELF Make yourself your safe space, your foundation. When you see yourself in the mirror you should be able to tell yourself "I love you", you should be so sure in what you do that nobody else can contradict what you believe in yourself, this is the end goal of self-improvement. Many of us have put aside our goals because we "are not ready", "people may judge us" or "I need to be/achieve ___ to.." Now don't get me wrong, I'm on this journey with you. I write on this blog to teach my brain how to think in the higher mindset that I'm creating for myself. I too have thoughts like this which is why in 2024 we are going to break out of our old selves to make room for our new selves together. We have to lose ourselves to find ourselves. If you're mood and self-worth are controlled by other people's opinions, then you will never advance further with yourself and will remain stationary. You have to stop allowing other people to determine whether you are allowed to pursue your desires or if you shouldn't because of fear of rejection. Don't take life too seriously, we are only here for so much time. So what if people make fun of you? In a few years will you look back and be proud and fulfilled of your past or feel regret and disappointment? LISTEN TO: WHY YOU CARE SO MUCH BY JULIANHIMSELF + LISTEN TO: HOW TO DETACH BY VICKITA TRIVEDI

The only way to get to 0%-100% is by doing.

Embody your potential

#self worth #dream girl #that girl #self improvement #improve #self growth #self gratitude #new years #highest self #elicathebunny🐰

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8housevenus · 8 months ago

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sun sign & your charm

aries sun - you are charming in your assertion to your passions. you have such strong sense of direction and you reek of ambition. your ability to go after your hustles is admirable by others. you exude a natural confidence in your mannerisms. you appear almost as if you have no fears. people find you reliable and often look to you to get something done, they know you make a way out of no way. you are overcomers and overachievers. you have a striking aura and others can see that you know exactly what you want, your intentions are always visible because you express your heart's desires with no intent of backing down. good at holding your own and standing up for yourself as well as others. your charm can be intimidating, but respectable, nonetheless.

taurus sun - you are charming in your mannerisms, the way you put so much time and effort into your physical appearance is admirable. you take care of your wellbeing and your physicality. well-kept and tidy, you are a creative heart and pick up on your environment pretty well. it's easy for others to feel close to you or comfortable around you. very receptive and grounded; you are a visionary but also a realist. people often think you have more than you do, you convey a rich and clean energy about you. your politeness takes you a long way through life.

gemini sun - your charm stems from your words. it's what you say and how you say it that makes others feel so connected to you. you are slick, quick-minded, and find it easier to talk to anybody. your ability to improvise is admirable, you seem very comfortable in your expressions, and you learn something new from others while they learn something from you at the same time. the way you are able to be so loose and intelligent, you are very blessed with being able to go from rational and serious to fun and sarcastic. you are very good at mirroring qualities and finding ways to illuminate yours in your environment.

cancer sun - your charm stems from your vulnerability. your ability to analyze situations, pick up on others' emotions, and create a comfortable space to others is very admirable. you find ease in expressing your feelings and it is a very likable quality about you. you can relate to anybody and empathize very well. good at listening to others and articulating difficult feelings into words. you tend to be more private as an individual, but you don't mind stepping outside of your zone when somebody needs a shoulder to cry on or lay their head to laugh with. your familiarity to others generates warmth and ease.

leo sun - your charm comes from your inner-light, whenever you are doing what you love, you have a brightness that exudes from you. people love to see you happy, because you uplift others in the same sense. you have a youthful energy that helps you alleviate your emotional levels. the night is always so young with you, and as long as you're in the same vicinity as everyone else, they're able to get hype. you are good at building an experience for yourself and others, bringing attention naturally is one of your best qualities. you seem raw, self-made, and egotistical in a very commendable way. the way you put yourself first, others take a lot of inspiration from it.

virgo sun - you are charming from your discipline. you seem super put together, orderly, and resilient. the way you have a calm and collected demeanor is well-liked. your style is more modest, and you are liked for your honesty & cooperation. others can always ask you for your honest opinion and you can always tell it how it is. you're witty, friendly, and value order in your life. others can see that you are goal oriented and stay busy. not only that, but you are very giving in your environment. you can do workloads, and still feel like you can contribute more. people really admire all that you can do for yourself.

libra sun - your charm comes from your magnetic demeanor and aesthetic. your sense of individuality is very polarizing. you are a catch to many people who you come across. your fixations in your personal hobbies are admirable, and you maintain yourself very well. your need for order and balance is obvious, as you love to hyper fixate on appearing perfect sometimes. people like that you are vigilant to your physical appearance, always keeping a polished image. others take inspiration from your niches.

scorpio sun - your charm stems from your intensity. your willingness to trust your adrenaline rushes to bring you to the finish line, you are private and powerful in an admirable way. others can just look you in the eye and feel like there's a mystery that needs to be uncovered about you. being unknown and confident is what others find charming about you, many secret admirers, yet you probably already know this. strong-minded and analytical, you have an impeccable emotional drive.

sagittarius sun - you are charming from your optimism. the way you naturally get lucky in so many departments, others find very amusing about you. you try new things without many attachments and love growing in new areas. straightforward and honest, you are wise and seek new forms of abundance. you love to change and others find it very respectable about you. you take risks and accept failures much better than most, which is what ultimately helps you get back on your feet again. you can alleviate and humor situations, very lighthearted and easy to like by others.

capricorn sun - your charm comes from your success. from a young age, you have always been seen as successful or conquerors of struggle. you have a serious and more resilient mannerism about you; however it is respectable by others because you navigate life with the intention of elevating to bigger levels. others feel like you are set for life. your mental agility to think things through and evaluate what others want from you is a strong quality that represents you. you're reliable, premeditated, and structured-well. others admire your approach to any form of work and how prompt you are to finish endeavors compared to anybody else.

aquarius sun - you are charming from your differences. others see you as a gamechanger in humanity, you bring new shifts and ideas to the table. your ability to change the dynamics of your environment is admirable about you, you are able to break free from patterns and cycles much easier than others. you have strong individuality and have a good understanding of life and other aspects of it. the way you can really affect the trajectory of long-lasting traditions is commendable. people like you because you always aim for the betterment of others and yourself.

pisces sun - you're charming in your knowledge. you accumulate so much just from your intuition and interactions. others find you very needed in their environment, because you bring a sense of knowing that not even, they can grasp. you are naturals in your art and understanding your psyche. others admire how trustable you are and your diplomacy to the spaces you enter. the way you can base your decisions off of just your feelings is more powerful than you think, it is a gift that you can back yourself better than others. you are fueled by creativity and imagination; other people love your wishful thinking and your mediative energy.

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pomefioredove · 1 year ago

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summary: vil falling in love with you type of post: short fic characters: vil schoenheit additional info: romantic, FLUFF, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, takes place during/after book 6 author's note: vilyuu is such a good and underrated dynamic I'm never not obsessed with it. always thinking about him. holding them like dolls making them kiss mwah mwah

One might be bold enough to assume that actor and model Vil Schoenheit had been a victim of Eros before.

With the world under his thumb and millions of adoring fans at his beck and call, it was easy to fantasize about the image of a shining star that had left a string of broken hearts behind him. His persona of perfection gave off such a dazzling impression that any other truth is simply unimaginable. Beautiful, talented, devoted...

...Untouchable to such a degree that the very truth of the matter was that Vil Schoenheit had never been in love. He had no use, let alone time, to indulge himself in something that he found distracting at best and frustrating at worst. For most of his life, romance was nothing but another part to play, a frustrating rumor to dispel, a disaster to witness, something that nagged at him from the outside yet never made itself a home within him.

This idea of the confident heartbreaker Vil Schoenheit was nothing but a reflection of the image he put out, shone back at him by tabloids and fan accounts. It was a hollow interpretation, fueled by fantasies of a Vil that didn't exist in flesh and blood. And so, every time an invasive interviewer or pesky reporter inquired about the state of his personal affairs, he answered truthfully: Vil Schoenheit could easily go throughout life focusing solely on his career, on improving himself, and not miss out on anything at all.

There have been very, very few things that Vil has called himself an idiot over. That answer was one of them.

Because the very second he saw you again after being separated by Styx, the want to smack you for being so reckless in coming after him was only secondary to his want to hold you and cry until his water-proof mascara was running.

Love is such a strange emotion. Vil could never understand why Rook was so obsessed with it, how the vice housewarden fell in love with every beautiful person he saw. For his whole life Vil thought it to be painful, to be distracting, to be finite and often times nothing but a shallow reflection of all of one's ugliest traits.

And now, it made him feel weak and messy. He hated feeling messy.

...And yet, what he wouldn't do to have his lipstick smeared over your mouths. To have you see him with his hair undone and eyes bleary with sleep, and to see you in that state as well. It was not the time, nor the place, but he wanted to cradle you in his arms until this terrible, sickly feeling of longing you'd left him with went away.

For the first time in his life, Vil was suddenly terrified of being alone.

No, not alone- he was terrified of being without you.

To never see your smile again would be a fate worse than death, worse than growing old and haggard. How terrible to think that just one simple person could so easily undo everything about him, and yet, he wanted more of that very feeling. He would unwrap himself layer by layer for you if you asked, taking off all of the years of discipline and poise, and lay vulnerable before you so that you could be soft and simple together. Vil had always regarded romance as difficult, but falling in love with you was surprisingly easy.

He did not have to save Grim from the Underworld, despite what he claimed. Such a risky move cost him everything he loved, everything beautiful about him, everything except for you. And as much as he mourned for himself, he knew he would do it again and again if it meant saving the smile on your face.

And perhaps he was too wishful with his thinking, but he could have sworn he saw that same familiar glimmer of affection and admiration in your eyes when you met his gaze. As if you couldn't even see the pasty, wrinkled mess he'd turned into, and were peering at something behind it.

It made him feel utterly exposed and offered him no comfort, but the thought that you were looking at something not even he could see lingered in the back of his mind, even after his magical energy was rejuvenated.

He had become so familiar with everyone around him being a mirror, reflecting his carefully crafted image right back at him, showering him with two-dimensional praises, that being seen as an object of flesh and blood and tears was a strange notion. To behold his presence and see a person with wants and needs and flaws rather than a flat surface, a decorative magazine atop a coffee table, left him with a strange feeling in his chest. The thought both bothered and warmed him.

Vil Schoenheit was so hopelessly in love with you, and it didn't hurt. It wasn't difficult or ugly or forced, it took not even the least bit of effort. He sunk into the feeling like a warm bath which never grew colder, and he let that be his new reality. It felt strange to imagine that there was a time where he didn't love you, where he didn't look at you as if you were the moon itself, where you weren't such a part of his being that he couldn't imagine life without you.

And he never expressed these feelings in words. They existed inside of him, running through his veins like the very blood that kept him alive and warm, and they weren't distracting, just another part of him that he kept tucked away to occupy his thoughts on rainy days.

...But the best part of it was that he didn't need words. Because when you looked at him, when you saw the Vil that not even he could see, you could already tell they were there. The mirror, the pane of glass that had always existed between himself and others, was non-existent for you.

Vil thought that someday he might be able to see himself through that glass the way you did, but he was perfectly content with simply looking at you instead for the time being.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader

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leyavo · 12 days ago

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Simon Riley dating someone that grew up with a similar childhood like him.

He loves that you haven’t lost your childlike wonder and remained soft. You don’t let your bad experiences taint the way you treat others either.

You introduce him to the whole inner child notion and he listens to you as you talk about the toys you’ve recently bought. All the little trinkets you wanted as a child, but never got. He doesn’t make fun of you, knows that it makes you happy to acknowledge your younger self.

If he sees something you’ve mentioned, he’s definitely buying it for you. He even likes that you’ve got him stuff he wanted when he was a kid too.

Reading comic books together, he takes them to the base with him when he’s away. Smiles when he finds your little notes in between the pages. Silly thoughts of the plot line and how it was your favourite character. He loves that you’ve given him the space and safety to be vulnerable together, to touch on the past and create some good.

John Price dating someone disciplined like himself. Self assured and ready to go for what they want. You’ve known what you’ve wanted since you were young and done exactly that. Nothing can stop you once you have a goal.

He teases you for your military folding and the way you tuck your clothes in the drawer. Asks if you’ve ever enlisted knowing that you really haven’t. Loves that you can talk you’re self out of anything, saved him a parking fine a few times.

He loves that you approached him first and asked him out. Likes that you’re upfront about your feelings and assessing the relationship, making sure you’re both on the same page. There’s no room for silent treatment or lashing out, not when you two are honest. Too honest that you end up mirroring each others bad habits and come face to face with the things that need working on.

Because that’s what you do, you work on the hard stuff and come out on the other side of it a better person. You make him a better person without even meaning to. He’s the first one in your corner, backing you up when you’re stressed with work and need to vent, his similar train of thought easing your worries and helping you figure out a solution.

Johnny Mactavish dating someone that grew up just as wild as him. Both from a big family, elbows clashing with siblings at the dinner table. Never a quiet room in your childhood home that you aren’t afraid to take up space.

The type of kid that had scraped knees from climbing trees and mud splattering your shins. One that didn’t come home till the street lights came on.

Athletic too, he likes to look through the boxes of medals and trophies you worked hard for. Asks you about the skills you’ve learnt etc, if you’ve taken a fighting sport he’s definitely rolling around the floor with you.

He loves that you match his competitive nature, always seeing who can get home first from a morning run. Or betting on which team are going to win the match.

Rock climbing, hiking….any extreme sport really. You’re both up for it. He loves that you push him to do more, encourage him to keep going even if it’s difficult. Not everything comes easy, but you know that time and effort always pays off. That and it doesn’t hurt to have a little fun and take a risk.

Kyle Garrick dating someone who’s strongly led by their morals. Someone who was taught to stand up for those in need. You’ve always sought justice and did the right thing even when it was hard. There’s not much you’re backing down from and it keeps Kyle level headed.

You hold him accountable for things, let him know that what he’s done doesn’t sit right with you and you are the first to admit when you are wrong. The first to apologise, there’s no shame in it for you.

But above all he loves how caring you are, how you can comfort anyone no matter their age. How vulnerability is a strength and not a weakness.

How you build him back after a mission, let him process all the emotions and then ask for you. When he’s ready, so are you.

He lightens your mood, knowing that you’re deeply moved by what’s happening in the world currently. Gives you a breather, offers you a space to shut out everything beyond your home with him.

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ijustwanttobegolden · 22 days ago

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𝔹𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕦𝕥𝕪

Bodyguard chan!

Christopher Chan is your most recent assigned bodyguard up to date (not only because he is the best of the best but because the others found it hard to handle your spoiled ass, unable to keep up with your impulsiveness and crazy adventures which put the job to the extreme) chan however, sticks around. Professional and fully capable of handling the intensity of you - In control when it came to protecting you but not in control of falling for you. Chan is in LOVE. When you start going on forcing yourself on fake dates with the newest heart throb on social media - for image and press purposes - you discover chan is more overly protective then he should be but without a doubt there is something that lingers between you both that can't be ignored.

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Warnings: mild language. mentions of threat. Feelings of jealousy. Mature content applied.

(I can't get the keep reading link to work, don't hate me, it is a long fic, so sorry guys!!!)

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You drove him crazy from the moment he started the job, a job he lived and breathed (the long hours made that quote quite literal) but he was highly skilled and top of his game in this expertise. It was a job that he was overly experienced in and was classed as the best in the industry so how could he not live and breathe it when he was king and making big bucks. He was trusted to work with some of the most high up people around the globe and so this job was without a doubt moulded for him, your managers insisted. Not only did you need a bodyguard but someone to fully take charge and discipline you, the others were WEAK. That's how you drove him crazy. Not only were you an impulsive rising star, always pushing boundaries, breaking rules and protocols (sometimes your way of throwing mini tantrums in protest - the whole - I just want more freedom thing) but you were constantly teasing and testing on purpose. just for fun. It was fun stressing 'channie' out. Teasing him was so difficult but also so easy at the same time, although he was a tough one to crack, so dedicating, so professional, so strict. The man had so much patience that it was almost you that was going crazy but through all that stubbornness of his, you drove him absolutely INSANE. It just wasn't fair in the slightest, you made his job difficult. You were gorgeous.. daring.. and you were so testing that it almost became a turn on for him. Chan failed so many times to not let his mind wander to inappropriate thoughts. The thing is with chan, he wasn't stupid. He knew you were trying to push his buttons on purpose and as much as it was annoying, it was also low key amusing and again very very sexy.

As much as you swore to hate every single bodyguard you had, like a step parent and child that never got on. There was something about chan that you warmed up to. The way he would smell and dress for a start. Always smartly dressed in all the top designer suits.. as it states in his exceptional and lengthy reseme and I'm sure that's not the only thing that's lengthy with how impressive he is.. it states that he used to be a model for Fendi. You even admired how he looked in his baggy hoodies for more casual events. Thick luxurious material, always Designer and of course a splash of his lingering godly Versace spray. You know the details of his hoodie right down to the very last stitch from the time he draped that heavenly thing over your shivering frame as you made your exit from the club and into the cold night. The warmth and the smell was heaven sent but not nearly as good as the strong sclupted arms that wrapped around you protectively, guiding you and shielding you and keeping you safe. The pap photos were fire. Not only did you look good in Chan's oversized hoodie but you looked really good with chan himself. Chan had to keep himself from thinking it too when he saw the photos online, his cheeks slightly heated as he read through comments from your fans shipping you together.

'does anyone else think y/n and her bodyguard look so cute together?'

'omg I am sooooo writing a fanfic on this'

'omg I used to ship y/n with... but now I lowkey ship her with her bodyguard'

'Does anyone know the name of y/ns body guard? He's so fit'

'look how close they are! He gave her his hoodie!!! that's not what bodyguards do!'

'hmmm, thats what boyfriends do'

'secretly dating definitely'

'they are so hot'

'definitely fucking'

'they should just get married already... but wait! maybe they are...'

'new power couple of 2025'

Oh the hoodie Definitely did something . Then there were other times when the man would just simply do his job properly, unlike the others. He was firm. Quick with his eyes. Constantly scanning for any threats or danger while guiding you effortlessly through the crowds. Not once were you ever pushed or pulled or touched by anyone. With chan, you were invincible. Was it the way his hand would linger a little bit longer on your lower back or how sometimes his arms would naturally snake around your waist while guiding you through crowds and events. There were many times he would make you melt by taking you by surprise, making stops on the way back to the hotel, be it for ice cream or coffee when you could really do with it most. Strangely it's like he knows, like he could read you all over and that's the only ever time he would bend the rules slightly because unplanned stops in local areas was breaking protocol. But as much as you were developing a soft spot for your bodyguard chan, he was also developing a soft spot for you too.

You made each other feel seen. Gave each other a bit more freedom in your tight-knit situation of fame and money. work hard play ha... Work even harder. You added some playfulness and banter to your more serious everyday working world and it was good to find a little bit of something again... Whatever it was... But real life would keep taking over. Just when you thought you snapped him.

'take off my heels'

'sneak me out to the beach'

'if you're gonna stand outside my bathroom all night you might as well get in here and join me in the bath chan'

He clicks back into super strict professional mode and reality kicks in. Nothing but a lonely star having to be watched like a child at all times because she's constantly 'in danger' though there were so many close situations with paps, stalkers and muggers. Constantly followed by a bodyguard is a bit dramatic but after nearly getting kidnapped not once but twice, threatened and harassed maybe it is not that dramatic after all. So many... Creeps. Chan is extremely strict on those guys and that's why you hadn't felt any more safer. Although annoying like a lingering fly sometimes, he was only doing his job. That man is your guardian angel - In a really scrumptious hoodie.

Your thoughts had got the best of you one evening. It was another bubble bath pamper sesh and you had just convinced chan with your cutest pout and fluttering lashes to run the bath for you and the spoiled princess that you are, he even put the oils in that you liked without even any instruction.

"Bath is ready for you, princess"

A new teasing nickname. It stuck. Now that's all he calls you.

"okay, I'm only ever gonna ask you this one last time.. care to join me?" Your eyes narrowed in on him. The tone. Was you teasing? Mocking? Frustrated, bored? Chan only guessed you were just plainly asking. Not really expecting any specific answer but you slightly hoped he would end the misery of him towering around the door and suddenly drop his pants and get naked just for the laughs. Maybe then you would perk up from this recurring nightmare of a routine.

But nothing. Strict. boring.

A heavily depressed sigh escaped your lips as you padded slowly past the dark tower of a man to enter the marbled bathroom. You needed some excitement in your life, some fun, a flirt! Maybe a... Date?

It pains you to think about it actually. Dating is not fun when you are famous, you actually hate it but if chan wasn't willing to break the rules and spontaneously skinny dip into the bath tub with you then a little date here and there to take your mind off these boring nights wouldn't hurt.

"channie! Get you get me my phone? Oh and bring some wine!"

Your voice echoing in the bathroom made the demand more intimidating. You hated how you sounded sometimes but being a demanding spoiled princess was a facade you couldn't let down now. Chan saw past it though and it never phased him in the slightest and if anything.. He grew rather fond of the whole spoilt princess thing and he was happily at your service.

"What do you say princess?" his deep voice muffled back through the door.

Rolling your eyes pretending to be annoyed wasn't working with your hand over your mouth trying to stifle down a giggle.

You refused to say it, until chan bursted in. No warning this time as he usually would but he respectfully kept his deep brown eyes on yours, never looking down, not a peep. Professional. Yawn.

The bubbles covered you anyway and you held your delicate hand out for the items he wasted no time in fetching. He stood still, eyebrows raised. Waiting for you to say It. You shook your head with a teasing smile.

"don't be stubborn, where are your manners" he warned. He looked so fine when he told you off.

"please"

He shook his head. You were honestly going to be the death of him.

Before he could break eye contact, wanting to admire how beautiful and spoilt you looked in your big luxurious bathtub. Your eyes glistening like the sparkling white wine in your hand, your glossed lips taking careful cherished sips and your body glowing from your shimmering bath oil and how your hair trailed down effortlessly, tips wet at the ends as they moulded into the water like you were a real life mermaid, so stunning, he quickly stepped out to change back into his solid form, standing on guard just outside the bathroom door, his heart pounding.

You rolled your pretty eyes once again as he left, returning your attention back onto the mission - sip and scroll in the suds.

For months now your publicist has been keeping on about setting you up on a date. It's important for image apparently, to boost followings and popularity and all that bullcrap. Stubborn as you were though, you refused. Until now unfortunately. But if you were going to date, the least you could do was actually pick the person, that's something you guess. Your scrolling on Instagram and tik Tok got distracted by funny animal videos and K-pop dance routines until eventually a few videos caught your interest, trending. 'Ohhh he's handsome' you beamed with bright eyes. You face lighting up with the screen. This guy was trending from his recent starring role in this new popular action movie and he was EVERYWHERE. Perfect! Your publicist would approve. Without no hesitation you tap tap tapped straight onto her contact. Uncertainty washed over for you a moment but before you knew it, you were already calling her.

...

As handsome as the trending star was... asshole. Absolute asshole.

You sat quietly judging. You were currently at a meeting in some sort of private coffee bar. Both your publicist chatting and discussing agreements as you and him both sat opposite each other, beside them. Basically before you start going on any dates and officially go public, a contract and agreement must be made with both parties, fun right?

It's like a play date, both you and him are the shy awkward children and your publicists are the yapping mothers. Yapping about all the drama and future weddings but of course in the famous world. You started to feel uneasy. You searched for the comfort of his dark chocolate eyes, even knowing they weren't there and letting your heart ache in disappointment. It was very rare he had time off but out of all the shifts, why did he have to be off for this one. The others who covered him just weren't the same. You focused on 'boring bill' his eyes half shut looking like he was about to fall asleep on the spot, still alert nonetheless but no appearance of enthusiasm or strength or comfort whatsoever. Chan however somehow became your anchor. He made you feel grounded, safe and constantly reassured. He was primal, picking up changes in your body language instantly and noticing shifts in your patterns and emotions like he knew you from the inside out, which is why he was good in situations like this. All you needed was to give him that one look, he knows exactly which one. that one look for him to get you out of any situation. His dark chocolate brown eyes would never leave yours unlike half shut boring bills. Chan's attention of course flickers back and forth but only to continuously scan the perimeter and the people in it for any potential threats and dangers and then his prime focus would be solely on you. In anxiety riddled situations, it's his eyes you would look for, they brought you that reassurance and comfort and if you needed to stare, he would let you bore your eyes into his own, comfort is what he would give you. That's exactly what you needed right now, you winced at the sight of him not being there and you focused back on the handsome asshole in front of you who apparently goes by the name of SAN. You got bored when you dabbled into a bit of conversation at the beginning of the meeting (good start) but you remember him mentioning that he dabbled in some singing in a K-pop group before venturing off to acting in TV shows and films. Either way he was becoming super famous and he's hot and the dates will be fun so who cares right? Though again the pouting princess was slowly questioning her choices.

...

A little black mini dress, a go-to staple when you have an intimate date at a jazz club right? You had never questioned yourself like this before, you thought getting dressed up for a date would be fun, a bit stressful but fun, like they made it look in the movies. Except it wasn't fun like the movies, you didn't have any of your 'girlfriends' around you to help pick out clothes and have girly talks to hype you up about the date itself. It was boring, a thing you were trying to avoid these past few nights. You sighed heavily, the most stressful sigh to ever escape your lips, and there's been a lot! Must have been loud when there was a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n, princess?"

Chan.

If your heart could smile, it was smiling right now. You had missed him so much the last three days since the meeting. Annoying as he was sometimes, something lately made you grateful to have him around.

"I'm okay! just trying to pick my outfit."

"and I'm sad..." You accidentally mumbled.

Eyes wide and hands covering your traitor of a mouth, your heart begins thundering in your chest when he responds "Can I help?"

You looked around at the bomb of clothes that had exploded in your walk-in closet, grabbing an oversized shirt quickly to cover up. A hesitant reply. "Ummm maybe, come in"

A strong smell of something familiar.. Versace? Why was it so strong when chan hadn't even entered the room yet. You hugged over your body at the shirt, your movements becoming more vigorous as you recognized the fabric and looked down discovering you had thrown on Chan's white dress shirt from an event a few months back. A tragic funny story where you were currently about to go out onto the red carpet to be interviewed when someone 'accidently' ran into you with a glass of red wine, spilling it and staining it all down your beautiful white evening dress. Mortified there was no way you were going to step foot in front of cameras to be interviewed. Your publicist being the witch that she is kept insisting saying the 'show must go on' and 'it would be funny' 'a funny story to tell' 'you would be trending! Making headlines!' ooohhh no. No. You would be humiliated. Turned Into a meme. It would embarrass you and haunt you for the rest of your career but you had no choice.. camera crews were ushering you, interviewers howling for you, fans in desperate need of your content. Your publicist practically held you by a lead. All you gave him was that one look, though this time with glistening tears, tears that made his heart ache and so chan thought of a quick immediate plan. All it took was that look. Next thing you know you were being quickly guided behind some paneling for the backdrop.

"What are you doing?' you gasped. Tears still glistening and threatening to spill.

"Don't let those tears fall and ruin your pretty make up, keep your head up. I've got you" he spoke firmly.

As he was speaking, he rushed to rip his smart button up blazer away from his body, revealing his pristine white shirt.

"oversized shirts paired with heels are still in fashion right?" He questioned quickly with a breathy chuckle. Not like you had a choice.

"umm yeah, I could make it work..." You hesitated, looking him up and down questionably. Was he about to strip?.

"princess, you could pull off anything"

And that was the first ever time he called you princess. The air became hot while your heart heaved in your chest but it was the compliment that took you back the most.

"take off your dress"

The heat of the moment, the commands. Really got your heart racing. You saw him in a different light that day.. it was new, exciting, you were impressed with how dedicated he was to his job, to you. But it was a just his job, right?

You nervously tugged at the zipper of your dress, it was harder to concentrate on yourself when your bodyguard was trailing his hands down his chest, undoing one shirt button at a time. You knew he had a good build, his chiseled biceps and defined abs always poked through his tight fitted clothing but to see him undressing, showing his flesh. That was something you let your curiosity get the best of. Your eyes wandered shamelessly while you aimlessly reached for your zipper, losing grip of it now and again from how nervous you were. This whole situation was just too overwhelming.

Finally he was free of his shirt and oh what a sight. His firm chest was with eyesight from how much taller he was then you, his six pack flexing with every movement. His skin so perfectly soft and buff looking. That mixed with his dark hair, dark eyes and plump red lips. He was beautiful.

"concentrate princess, here let me help"

As if you weren't already flustered enough, chan's large hands grip around your waist to pull you closer, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath cascading over the skin of your neck. You keep your eyes locked on his now and his hands smooth up the small of your back to latch onto the pesky zipper you were desperately fighting with a few seconds ago.

Effortlessly.

Zip.

Your breathing became quick and desperate as the rush of letting the dress fall and changing into chans shirt had started but he was already there, shirt held out for you to slip your arms into and he respectfully assisted you with doing the buttons up quickly getting you covered before covering himself back up with his blazer.

You flashed him a grateful smile before reaching for your dress quickly to rip away a sparkly chain that was attached to your white dress to now wrap it around your waist to give the shirt some style and shape, matching it with your sparkly heels and jewelry as if it was meant to be your outfit this whole time. It's like you just left the LV store.

'wow.. told you could pull off anything" Chan spoke impressed as he scanned the final look. 'hand on my heart, you look amazing"

"couldn't have done it without you!" You sighed in relief.

"thank you channie"

And with that you jumped up quickly to hug him. Was it allowed to hug your bodyguards? You weren't really sure but it was quick, in the moment and it felt good.

Like you moments ago. Chan was also taken back. And not just by the new nickname you suddenly gave him which made his heart melt but by the little trusting hug you gave him. Little did you know it meant the world to him. It was quick but nice, warm and comforting with your sweet smelling perfume that he had grown to love, lingering a bit longer than usual. It was heaven.

That little moment behind the backdrop that evening was nothing but it was something.

We now conclude the story of how you ended up with chans shirt. Which you... kept? So how are you going to explain this to him when he walks in and sees you wearing it?

You panic and jump up to mindlessly start flicking through clothes as you hear him enter the room. You dare to look at him but you don't have to know he's already questioning not only the pile of clothes surrounding you on the floor but the item of clothing you are currently wearing. He recognizes it instantly. You can't see the knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips but it's there and he warms up to the memory that evening. He breaks the silence, taking you out of your awkward misery, he can feel your tension but he converts it instantly. Hes so good at that.

"can still pull it off, I forgot how good you look in my shirt"

You melt into comfort and spin around to finally meet his gaze. A wave of relief washing over you.

"you don't think it's weird that I still have it? Or even wearing it? Which just so you are aware I never actually wear this! It's just been stuffed away since that evening and'

Chan steps closer, he doesn't need to tell you to stop blurting out pointless explanations, you shut up instantly. You take in his eyes, questioning what he's thinking, he was very hard to read.

"I think you should wear it tonight for your date but wouldn't that be like marking my territory?"

"excuse me chan?" You gasped. You couldn't tell if he was trying to make a half hearted joke or if he was being deadly serious. "Isn't that a bit unprofessional for you to say? You may be my bodyguard but you don't own me, what are you trying to say?' a more teasing tone failed you and you were quick to become questionable and defensive.

For the first time ever, a sheer look of panic was evident in his face.

"Forgive me princess, I mean.. y/n, that came out wrong"

You didn't overthink it, you were quick to drop it and you nodded, shrugging it off.

"someone a bit sour that they have to work tonight? I hear that bodyguards hate being on date night duty" you teased, continuing to search for the perfect black little mini dress.

"not really, where did you get that information from?"

"boring bill"

Chan fell through and busted out with laughter. It's the nickname that was more funny, you really were a nightmare in this line of work. He did back you up on that one though, bill was very boring and lazy on the job.

"to a certain extent, he's not wrong, some dislike it because it means more work. There's more risks, more intensity from paps. Then it's also profiling the actual person who you are dating and being hyper aware of intentions and outcomes and so on"

Funny, you were bored and interested in his explanation at the same time, your eyebrows rising in curiosity and surprise.. it was the way he talked about protocols and all the important stuff that got you hooked. He was knowledgeable, so professional and good at what he does, it just made him all the more attractive.

"so does this mean you will be 'profiling' my date tonight? What are you? some sort of FBI agent?" You giggled teasingly. You naturally reached for his dark locks to ruffle through them playfully. An action he didn't react to. He stayed firm. Laughing with you and then serious the next. It's like he would slip from his role only to realize and flip firmly back, back to bodyguard mode. It sucked.

"not that intensely no but one bad vibe from him and it's over" he pressed, shifting his stance so that his posture was fixed straight.

"well I better cleanse him before we enter the jazz bar, this man is a total stuck up asshole"

After those words you send chan a wink, grabbing the first dress you tried on (it's always the first dress) and fluttering your way around the clothes to change into the bathroom, leaving him dumbfounded.

If you really meant what you said then chan was in for a really tough night. Not only does it pains him for you to be forced into dating but to be dating a stuck up asshole, this isn't right. It's not what you really want, so why were you doing this. The thought of you dating in general just kills him, for reasons he's unsure of but to be forcing yourself to fake date, this was something else.

So far.. so goo... not so good...

Your mini black dress alone was enough for chan to willingly fight off a thousand men with his bare hands. You looked incredibly sexy, there was no doubt that men were going to approach you and no doubt that chan was going to keep you safe as always... But tonight he felt different and if it came to it, he would really hurt someone if he had to.

He hated how he was feeling right now, as gorgeous and as sexy as you looked, a pang of jealousy twitched in his chest. He always loved how you looked, how you dressed for yourself always, so confident and beautiful and able to get anyone you wanted. Knowing the picky princess that you are, he knows you wouldn't settle for anything less, so why fake date an asshole? Why waste all this beauty on him. Chan was not happy in the slightest.

He bit his tongue all the way to the jazz club and when you got there, his usual professional routine took place but in a more intense way than usual. Firmly he held the car door open for you after scanning the surroundings in great detail and planning a safe entry into the building. His dark eyes are quick and focused but more darker than usual. He naturally holds his large pale hand out for you, he always assists you getting out of the car, carefully and securely always. As he holds out his hand the figure he recently just warned to stay back jumps in and a hand flicks out in replacement of his suddenly. Your date.

Still in the car and just stepping out, you take the hand and a wave of worry washes over you when you don't feel the warm comforting hand that is chans. Chan's hand is a lot larger than yours and they fit together as snug as a glove, warm and caressing. Not too hard of a grip but enough to ground you, support you, make you feel safe. You know every little detail, this was not his hand. It was cold, fingers icy and slim and there were no little squeezes which confirmed it was not chans. Channie always gave you three little squeezes, a little code you both had to reassure you that everything is okay. Your brows knitted together in concern but you weren't scared, there was no way chan would let a stranger get this close to you. It must have been...

"San!" You squeaked surprised as you fully stepped out. A face reveal that was most appealing with his sharp airbrushed features. He was breathtaking, though as handsome as he was your eyes darted to chan for reassurance, his sparkling dark eyes, so intense but still comforting made you melt back into ease. He gave you a nod of approval, a go ahead to walk with San and into the restaurant, You had been close to your assigned bodyguard for so long now it's like you both magically developed telepathic skills. That's not the only confirmation you wanted though, your eyes immediately darted from San to to chan because chan is the only person you want to see. He is the most beautiful and handsome man to ever exist in your world and it dreads you to think no San or any date for that matter will ever compare to him.

It wasn't just the looks, it was how he made you feel but he was your bodyguard and he was just doing his job, you had to pinch yourself so many times to stop being so delulu over it.

You take a deep breath, beginning to strut towards the jazz bar. You were nervous. But for all the wrong reasons. Already paps were flooding your path, adding to the sickness in the pit of your stomach. Forcing a date was a terrible idea, you wouldn't be able to handle the reality of a real one so why put yourself through a fake one. It was getting all a bit too much, too fast, already. Your steps are becoming slightly unsteady. San already failed the vibe check. Ignoring your current state and tugging you along like a little rag doll while chan did everything he could to ease the paps of on your side.

"slow it down" he warned under his breath. Loud enough for San to hear but not enough for the paps to start catching a headline. That's all you needed 'bodyguards snaps at movie star San, in pap brawl'

San actually slowed surprisingly, giving it all the fake 'baby, Are you okay? Take your time, I've got you'

Baby? Ew. Honey this is only the first date. What did chan just say? Slow down? Ummm yeah.

Anything to make his image look good and then there it was.. a big 'slap in the face' a big reminder that this was all that it was for, for show.

All it took was for you to give him that look. And you know who I'm talking about and you know what look. But you stood your ground. You came here for fun and fun was what you were going to have. So stubborn. you were not going to let this fake dating back fire on you.

You perked up, took a breath and straightened your dress smiling and posing for the paps.

"I'm all good, let's go in!" You smiled at san, grabbing his ridiculous cold hand. Not a red flag this time but an ick.

Chan studied you carefully, his eyes flickering with concern. Again he noticed every little detail in you, every little tone and shift. He was not buying this sudden enthusiasm but he held his stance, kept focused, he still needed to make sure all the other surroundings were safe.

The atmosphere was warm, seductive, romantic. You got seated in a luxury padded booth. Materials all velvet and rustic, soft glows from candlesticks presented neatly on the table, warm lighting cascades around the room from vintage lamps and thrifty lampshades. Soft jazz playing in the background took the edge of, the pretty piano dominant in the sounds. The smell of Michelin star foods wafted in the air and of course how could you miss the notes of sparkling champagne, expensive of course. The place was very private, only a few couples seated here and there, in the small, dimly lit bar. It was an intimate vibe. You wish you could have more nights like this more often... But with people you actually know and love...like your truly missed best friends who were also famous and busy or... You searched the room eyes landing on channie.

You blinked out of thought quickly, your eyes focusing back onto the movies star in front of you who was urging you hurry and pick a cocktail.

"what's the rush' you lightly giggled but your laughter fades when you quickly notice how impatient he is.

From a distance, chan watches you both closely, eyes squinted harshly and he shifts uncomfortably when he reads the body language. He's watched you so many times on an evening out to know you're such a cocktail girlie and your favourite is and always will be strawberry daqari. Only frozen though. God forbid anyone gives you one that isn't frozen. You are also very adventurous so if anyone was to offer you one, he knows you would say...

"surprise me"

San snaps up from the menu, a surprised expression on his face.

"what?"

You send him a cheeky smirk, eyes glistening "I can't decide so surprise me.

He shakes his head in defeat amused none the less. "I'm not going to do that princess. I hardly know what you like... But I'm sure that will all change very soon" he flirted, leaning over the table.

Bad timing to start sipping water. You almost choked. You start to cough in surprise at the cocky reply but not the nickname in particular.

Chan was not impressed. His knuckles whitening without even realizing. He was tense. Also the nickname? How dare he, chan couldn't help but slightly feel slightly aggressive towards this man, that was chan's nickname for you and only he gets to call you it.

"seriously though, I wouldn't know where to start, I don't want to risk getting something too sour or too sweet, something you aren't going to like.

"well I like something..."

"fruity"

You look up at chan who cut you off unexpectedly.

"you like something fruity" chan confirmed.

He stood confident, fisted hands now linked together presentably in front of him. He looked smart, strong, and professional. As always. You couldn't help but stare a little while longer, forgetting about the date in front of you. Warmth filling your chest, that same fluttering heartbeat when he helped you during the red wine on white dress situation.

"he's right" you smile knowingly. Your heart is still melting. Does he really notice these things?

"strawberry daqari, to be precise" he winks.

Yes he really does. You blush uncontrollably. Luckily your make up is a little more on the heavier side tonight. You can feel him concentrating on you, questioning every reaction though you were all over the place tonight, it was so hard to read you it almost scared him.

As the night drew on, things started getting more intense, you became slightly intoxicated with each passing minute. San got closer and things got a little more touchy and flirty. It was protocol for chan to keep distance. Keep a close eye but not to interrupt. If there was no sign of harassment, out of line inappropriate behavior or suspicious activity then The bodyguard has no right to interfere and needs to give more space. Unfortunately for chan you seemed to be enjoying the night, getting cozy with your date and the same on Sans end, despite being a douche. The alcohol was definitely playing a part in this, there's gotta be a loop hole to this surely because this was killing chan and following protocol of respecting space on a date night was getting seemingly harder to do. He was sweating now, tense. Every touch on your bare leg, every whisper in your ear. Chan was ready to rip the guy away from you but why? If he wasn't being a threat then why? The way your eyes lit up, the way you laughed, the way you bit your bottom lip as you focused on this guys annoying talkative lips that chan so desperately wanted to punch. It was killing him. What was it that made him feel like this.

First it was just a first date. Then there was a second. Then a third. Chan prayed there wouldn't be a fourth.

It was now becoming a regular. As much as chan hated red carpet events, that is what he would rather be doing with you right now. Anything but these painful dates. He was starting to get tired, not of you but the job, it was wearing thin on him and he needed a break, to take some time off but he refused. He even gave up his designated days off during shift patterns because he couldn't stand the thought of not being on watch during a date and something went wrong. He needed to be there for you. To protect you. To make sure you were okay. He wouldn't forgive himself if something were to happen, plus he just wanted to be close to you.

Unluckily for chan there was a fourth date but the fourth date was a disaster. No alcohol involved this time and you felt off . Bored, tired, not feeling it at ALL. San started becoming a bit too needy, a bit too touchy a bit too possessive and controlling too quickly and it drained you. You were miserable. Just wanting time with your friends, to have fun, be happy and yes, maybe in love! True love. Today was the only day you were close to that...

"where are we stopping? Wait are we even supposed to stop? Channie are you secretly kidnapping me? Has this been your plan all this time? I mean I know you were smart and cunning but this..." You trailed off.

Your head pressed against the tinted window of the car, you began steaming it up with your breath. It would be a waste of time winding the window down because channie would be right on your case about sticking your head out the window and the dangers of it but you were like an excited child.

Your view was of a large building, painted with bright pinks and blues as if a unicorn vomited all over it. You've made many ice cream stops in the past (breaking protocol of course) but this.. This ice cream shop was on another level..Like charlie and the chocolate factory level. You recognized it instantly. It was trending all over Tik Tok and you had been gushing about it ever since you saw it. You even recommended it as a date to San but anything to damper you down, said no. Chan wasn't going to have any of it, he wanted to make you, the princess happy. He knew how much you loved ice cream and wanted to go to this place, so he was going to do anything he could to make it happen and now here you both were.

"no way! Channie! Are you serious!" You jumped but your face suddenly dropped...

"I have an interview booked in hour..."

"I got you covered, it's fine princess"

The assisting comforting obligated hand hold as you dipped out of the car sent a wave over your body, it felt better than ever before. Your hands glued together a little bit tighter this time and strangely you naturally didn't let go, it's like neither of you wanted to. Chan had to at some point surely? But he didn't and something suddenly sparked between the two of you. You both paused, not really sure as to what was going on right now, stuck in your own bubble. Chans deep gaze captivated your own for a moment, both searching trying to find your telepathic skills until you result in mirroring reassuring smiles. Then...

Squeezes of the hand.

Both of you were in a moment of bliss right now, jolts of electricity running through you. Whatever was happening right now felt so out of professionalism a bit daring if you will, crossing some sort of rules and boundaries but neither of you cared in that moment. It just felt right.

Okay so Hand in hand with your bodyguard in the most tik tok famous ice cream shop was not on your cards today but you weren't complaining. It was sweeter than the strawberry sauce you watched the cashier pour all over your ice cream. You had never seen a side of chan like this before and it was refreshing. You both felt free for a moment, normal like any casual couple in this ice cream parlour. You blended right in, so careless and free with smile covered faces. You were shocked at this bold move of chans. This was breaking rules, this was out of duty standards, this was Beyond duty in fact. You wanted to ask so many questions but you didn't want to ruin this moment the moment of him now wiping strawberry sauce from your chin with his thumb and sipping up the sweetness. He looked less like a bodyguard and more like boyfriend material right now. You were melting like the ice cream.

You didn't want to seem phased and as much as you were lost in your own dreamy delulu world with your bodyguard chan right now, you couldn't help but notice some young fans in the corner of our eyes snapping pictures.

"I know, it's okay... I'm just taking you to the ice cream shop which you demanded to take you too right?"

You smile warmly but fear creeps in.

"Chan... My publicist would kill me, I'm supposed to be dating San and you are breaking the rules... I know you are my bodyguard but you've seen the comments online, there's already rumors that we are secretly married and all that crazy shit. my fans ship us too much. I don't want us getting in trouble" tears prick your eyes and unexpectedly chan pulls you into him before saying something that hits you like a ton of bricks.

"not being able to get ice cream and forced fake dates with ex K-pop members... You are not a prisoner y/n"

Tears fall now. Let's hope the pictures that get posted hints you were emotional because maybe your time of the month and you just needed ice cream. Makes sense.

But no.

After your emotional roller coaster of breaking rules, eating the most amazing ice cream and realizing you have a thing for your body guard. You finally get back from the interview (which shockingly were all questions about you and San) and see said posts.

To your surprise no crying photos! They must have been nice fans. Your eyes well up once again. The photos were of you, happy , smiling. Chan towering behind you protectively as always but more relaxed than normal. He looked cute, like he was in boyfriend mode. One made you laugh where he's leaning his chin on top of your head browsing the menus and another of him wiping away the strawberry sauce, your eyes fixated on his sweet red lips.

Comments pulled at your hearts strings. You really did have the best fans.

'look how happy they both look'

'i shipped them from the start. I called it'

'wait is this a date?'

'a real date for sure, her and San are definitely secret enemies and are just doing a publicity stunt'

'from bodyguard duty to boyfriend duty'

'guys I was actually there at the ice cream shop and let me tell you when I say they have a thing'

'omg omg omg! I was there too and 'y/n' got upset about something and he was so supportive! Like he couldn't hold her tight enough, this man loves her'

'this is giving me forbidden love vibes... Someone write a fan fic!'

'i saw them holding hands outside and there was so much chemistry, girl please explain'

You couldn't get over some of the comments. You questioned your feelings for chan before and you sensed something towards you too but you thought you were just being delusional and that chan was just being extra caring and protecting because of his job but maybe you was right about something all along and was it really that obvious?

He had seen the posts too. Realization hitting chan like a tone of bricks. Those intense feelings, it all made sense now. How could he not notice? All the banter, all of the admiring of your outfits, being turned on by your witty remarks as flirtatious proposals, the late nights of letting you stay out at clubs and keeping your mischievous ass safe. The eye contact and secret code hand squeezes, how could he not notice he was falling for you. but he had to stay professional, he would lose his job, he would lose access to you, he had to somehow stay in control of this. You now just made his job even more difficult, without even trying this time.

5th date.

This didn't get any easier for chan. Especially now there was knowing tension but things were a lot worse... You and chan weren't the only ones who saw the posts. Getting ready for his fifth date tonight, San made it his mission to make the night as miserable as possible for your beloved bodyguard. Thinking it wouldn't be so bad seeming you were out with friends on a group date this time, chan was unaware of Sans brutal plan to be all over you, reminding him of their positions. Though little did San know you weren't really feeling it anymore and things could go sideways very quickly. You only had to give one look.

Chan couldn't stand the sight. Usually with your groups of friends, you were GLOWING. Your gorgeous smile beaming, energy vibrant and contagious, lighting up the room. You still looked gorgeous regardless, your hair and make up always on point, the perfect outfit hugging your curves like a goddess, but the glowing goddess herself just wasn't present. It was him. Draining you. Chan couldn't take it. His sight narrowed on the douche bag darkly, watching closely for any wrong moves. Any wrong moves and he'd be a gonner.

You refused to let any discomfort show, although it was a struggle. You couldn't let chan see the misery in you, the defeat of fake dating, you wanted to proof that you weren't a prisoner, plus you didn't want to get him into trouble. You wanted him to continue being your bodyguard, it was better then nothing. You just accepted you would never be truly happy.

At this point chan had already given in. He couldn't bare watching you like this, if he had to break protocol he would. He hated how stubborn you were, fighting through all of Sans inappropriate comments, touches and nasty shut downs when trying to vibe and chat with your friends.

His fists clenched, jaw tightening. Every sneaky snare from San made his blood boil. He knew exactly what he was doing. All of a sudden a warm touch caught him off guard, stopping him from flipping at the last second.

"hey"

The small soft sound was y/f/n voice. Her touch was almost comforting but his mind wouldn't rest though his fists stopped clenching and he softness his stance.

"everything okay?" He questions deeply, his eyes never leaving you at the rounded booth table.

"I was going to ask you the same thing? I know you are on duty right now but you are also human and I can see you are not okay" she innocently explained, her eyes burning into his side profile.

"of course" he lied, staying firm and professional.

The girl rolled her eyes, typical men hiding their true feelings. "Chan... I've seen the posts, not just the recent ones either and I've seen you both when you've been on duty too, all of the nights out we've rebelliously had, the way you watch her, more than just her bodyguard. Lending her your hoodies, holding her hand.. I wish my bodyguard was more like you... But he's just not in love with me I guess..." She snickered knowingly nudging him lightly.

His dark eyes almost peel from you for a split second . Was it really that obvious.

"Even now, look at you... Ready to pounce to the rescue at any given moment. you have feelings for her chan which you can't ignore.. so Don't fight it. Look at her, she's miserable. Go save your princess"

He shook his head, catching your eye now, your face repulsed by whatever San was drunkenly whispering.

What were him and your friend talking about? You focus in on them in the distance.

"I can't save her" he sighed, finally opening up a little "She will hate me if I ruin this for her, ruin whatever this is for us, if I risk losing this job, I risk losing her"

"oh wow" she giggled "both so stubborn". Finishing with a hiccup, She looks on at you. Her gorgeous friend, fading. "Look" she pushed. "You both deserve to be happy, save my friend please..."

"trust me I would but she needs to do it on her own terms, that way I'm still respecting her and her choices. I won't lose my job and I won't lose her'

"your call but you know how stubborn she is chan and anyway you might even snap before then anyways" she sighs. She taps his shoulder quickly before making her way back to the table, your eyes blink knowingly and it's back to the reality of pretending. You fake laugh and chan's not sure how much he can take now, especially when San pulls the big guns and pulls you into his lap.

You stay strong, pretending to enjoy the sudden action. Your friends all wiggle their eyebrows and make flirty jokes. All expect your close friend y/f/n who was stood by chan moments ago giving him a pep talk. She was not impressed either, mimicking Chan's vicious protective gaze. You shift slightly uncomfortable, a feeling unfamiliar under you but it was obvious what it was. Your eyes landed on chan but you never gave him the look. Chan's heart was racing now, never has he been this on edge on duty before and that's saying something, he's been through it all. He was completely on stand-by ready to intervene at any slight change in your facial expressions or body language. All you had to do was give him that damn look. But you didn't. The night continued on and it killed him. It killed both of you.

Lingering eye contact, knowing glances, you both struggled and the more San touched you, the more miserable you became, the more you wanted chan.

Chan was desperate to get you alone now. He could sense the needing in you. He knew you too well. He was fighting a battle inside his mind. Just let him save you... He is your bodyguard after all... Finally you got up, San clinging to you.

"where are you going princess"

You snapped a glare, your patients and strength wearing thin.

"don't call me that" you sighed.. " i'm just going to the ladies restroom"

Chan watched like a hawk, listening to every word and tone carefully and analyzing the whole situation. His stance is firm and protective. San left his hand there a little longer, it didn't look like he was going to remove it anytime soon causing chan to step closer.

"stay princess" he childishly pleaded but it was more of a small demand.

"she said don't call her that" chan calmly but firmly spoke. his voice was low and deep and intimidating. His eyes flickered to yourdreassuringly, a confirmation of safety that warmed you inside. You gave him a slight nod in approval. "Please could you remove your hand for the lady to go to the restroom" very impressive work from chan, it was demanding yet calm, his voice still deep.

You blush lightly, San without hesitation as daring as he was, respected the command instantly, snaking his hand away from your arm. Free from his grip was somewhat satisfying and freeing and you were so grateful it was a straight forward thing and not an uproar of drama like a team Edward or team Jacob thing.

You got up and he followed. Chan of course. He was hot on your heels, guiding you through the restaurant with his comforting hand on the small of your back. It felt sooooo good. Your body shaking off the cold hideous feeling of Sans icy touch and warming up to chan's warm familiar one.

"are you going to give in yet" he breathed "I can't watch you any longer" he whispers under his breath. You finally reach a private area that leads to the fancy bathrooms.

"but it's your job to watch me" you protested, turning to face him and crossing your arms.

Chan is tense, his comforting eyes now clouded with something you didn't recognize. You questioned him with concern but anger filled you. Like you needed a release of something.

"because that's all it is toyou right? Your job. You are just doing your job" you shook, your lips trembling eyes filling with worry at what his reaction may be to you suddenly lashing out. Your hands are shaking, your thoughts all mashed up and confused.

Instead of fighting back, chan steps forward, taking your shaking hands gently in his own. He tries to calm your racing confused heart but his is just as bad, anxiety knocking his confidence but still, he fights through and pulls you into his warm pounding chest, comforting you and keeping you safe in your own little bubble once again. "Is this part of my job? No, I choose to pull you close. I choose to risk my job to be closer to you. it's not part of my job to be in love with you" he confesses. Your eyes prickle with warm tears and you begin to feel him sway you slightly, an attempt to ease the anxiety radiating from you both then he continues after taking in a deep breath. "If anything it's not aloud but here I am, beyond duty, begging you right now, please.. y/n.. give in.. this is killing me.. It's not your job to fake date but you choose to but you don't have to... I can see you aren't happy, I can make you happy" he pleads and your heart swells.

You pull away, eyes searching his own and finally they return to his usual warm shade, glistening with hope and admiration. He smooths a strand of your soft hair away from your face that was currently sticking to your teary wet cheek. You smiled warmly, bravely cupping his cheek with the soft palm of your hand. The sudden action grounded chan instantly, calming his beating heart, he melted into the touch and searched your eyes deeper. He hesitated for a moment but took another deep breath. "I didn't want to do this here... I was hoping I could just punch that douche bag in there, take you home and confess my love to you over naked breakfast in the morning but I don't have much of a choice now..."

Your heart races, this didn't feel real to you right now, in the arms of your bodyguard, both relaying your true feelings.. what was he going to say next?

He held you tighter. His strong body wraps around you like a safety blanket and you couldn't get enough of his scent, you wanted to strip him right here right now. Damn your impulsiveness.

"what is it chan?" You breathed, lips dying to crash onto his now. He looks you dead in the eyes and locks in with you.. "Princess, not as your bodyguard but as a forbidden lover... Risk it all with me..."

There he goes again. Taking your breath away, getting your heart to flutter uncontrollably and lose all your senses, surprising you over and over. When will this ever stop? You never want it to. You only grip onto him tighter.

"channie I..." You were speechless.

"don't ruin me princess, say yes, be mine, I will always take care of y..."

Your lips finally crash onto his own. You shut him up completely with a well overdue kiss, your lips moulded perfectly together. Kisses were wet, soft, delicate but hungry, your chests heave in sync, both gasping in-between for air but you both lived and breathed for each other in this moment and like any other moment you've had and any other moments that lie ahead for you both. He shuffles forward towering over you as you pull him into you while he presses you against a wall, both more hungry now. The sweet sucking and gasps are filling the quiet space around you, just you and your little bubble of heaven. No one else around you matters now and never will when you finally plan to make your escape plan together...The princess and her bodyguard, happily ever after...

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Little fic inspired from a daily message with Aglaea. I wrote most of this during 3.0 and haven't done the quests from 3.1 and 3.2 so apologies if something is inaccurate.

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Aglaea x g!p reader (Trailblazer)

Type: Fluff and smut (slightly long fic, the usual porn with plot)

Your days in Okhema passed in a rather leisurely manner after Phainon departed for the trial. The Chrysos Heirs had dispersed for their own affairs, carrying on their duty as they waited for their comrade's results. You explored the city for a few days but eventually lost interest as you had seen almost everything it had to offer and now spent most of your time in the bathhouse, relaxing in the soothing waters and befriending the citizens.

It was one of these days when you happened to message Lady Aglaea, asking about her welfare and if you could do some work for her. Out of all the Chrysos Heirs you met so far, you felt a strange attraction to her and wanted to know her better, even help her as much as you could knowing the burdens on her. Though, you had doubts about her opinion on you, but at least she didn't seem uninterested in interacting with you outside missions.

And it was due to an impromptu conversation where you ended up discussing about her likeness for plays, that you now found yourself at the finest theatre in Okhema to watch a play she had recommended. Not only that, you were sitting beside Lady Aglaea herself in the VIP arena. The rest of the place was packed to the brim as this was a new play that had become the talk of the town.

"I'm grateful for your company tonight, esteemed guest." Aglaea spoke in a courteous tone, "It is often difficult for me to find time to come here recently, but you eased my burdens quite a bit and allowed me this moment of respite. I hope you will enjoy this play."

You lightly blushed from her words, "It's fine, Lady Aglaea. I'm happy to help you. I'm also grateful that you agreed to come with me."

Aglaea smiled, "I was quite interested in this play since it's supposed to be different from the acclaimed classics, but wasn't able to secure time until now. It is an honor for me to be your partner for this experience."

You nodded with a smile then turned your gaze towards the stage as preparations were completed and an actor came out, starting to narrate his lines. The play was titled, 'Zagreus the Tyrant Falls in Love With Me'. You never expected the elegant and isolated Okhema to have plays of such manner. You had seen similar works in other planets you visited— mostly in the form of novels, films and games— but a theater play was new.

The play continued and a symphony of laughter and cheers often erupted in the theatre at the humorous presentation. You also laughed along a few times, finding the jokes actually well-made. It was one of these moments when you heard a light chuckle from your side and glanced to see Aglaea also laughing, albeit very restrained and refined. Her mouth was covered by her right hand every time she laughed, yet it was easy to tell she was liking the play.

For some reason, you couldn't focus on the play anymore once you laid eyes on her relaxed and vibrant expression. You had never seen her this way before. Your image of her so far was that of a strict, meticulous and disciplined leader, a demigod who had pledged herself to protect Amphoreus and was ready to use any means even if it brought harm to herself. You had no idea what she sacrificed for Amphoreus, but you knew nothing else mattered to her as long as Amphoreus was safe.

"Is the play not to your liking anymore?" her sudden question snapped you out of your trance, "Your eyes seem to be everywhere but there."

She turned to look at you now, suddenly meeting your gaze.

"A-Ah no!" you quickly looked away from her, "I'm still watching, it's very good!"

You tried to excuse yourself; after all, how could you just admit you were staring at her. Aglaea didn't probe you further and focused on the play instead, but she couldn't deny the slight curiosity rising in her. During the play, some wine and snacks were served to you both. You helped yourself to the snacks while she indulged in the wine, slowly drinking a glass as the play continued. Her composure became relaxed, her body leaning against the backrest. Yet her form looked elegant and beautiful as ever.

The play was finished after 2 hours. A round of applause resounded in the theater as the actors took the final bow followed by the crowd dispersing away. To your dismay, you barely paid any attention to the second half of the play as it dragged on for longer than your liking. Not to mention, the person beside you was making it hard to focus. You walked out together after a while then stopped a few steps away from the building.

"Thank you for the wonderful company. I quite enjoyed myself, and I hope you did too." Aglaea said with a smile.

"I did, thank you for recommending it. I hope we can watch more plays together if you don't mind. Not just plays, in fact. I'd love to accompany you to any matters I can."

She seemingly didn't expect you to say that as her eyes ever sightly widened before softening.

"I will keep it in mind, thank you for your consideration. On that note, I'd like to invite you for dinner at my place as gratitude for accompanying me today."

You became slightly flustered at her invitation, "O-Oh, please don't bother yourself with that. I wanted to come anyways and I had a good time. You must have lot of work to get back to...."

"I cleared up my schedule for the remaining day knowing our engagement. If you have no other appointments then I insist. I have been meaning to invite you over for quite some time and offer my hospitality personally. It is the least I can do for the aid you have given."

Finding no excuse to refuse her, you ended up agreeing and walked with her towards her residence. Your heart was beating faster as you walked, unsure of what really awaited you. Once you reached her residence, you were greeted by a slew of Garmentmakers bowing at the entrance. She must have conveyed your arrival to them and had them prepare a welcome. One of them came behind you and offered to take your coat which you hastily agreed to, trying to follow her etiquettes.

You were in awe as you glanced around her opulent mansion, the structure was similar to other buildings in Okhema but there were quite a few unique decorations which enhanced its appearance. As you were guided to the dining area, your eyes fell upon an open space nearby which contained a table with a fabric and some sewing materials on top, some mannequins scattered around and a few cupboards near the walls, a single window illuminating the space.

"What is that place for?" you pointed to the area, making Aglaea stop in her tracks and turn around to look at you.

"An echo of the past... the place I used to weave countless garments at before bearing my duties as a Chrysos Heir." there was a hint of hesitance in her voice, yet she answered unfazed.

"I... Could I see some of your creations?"

There was a brief silence before she replied, "You are welcome to take a look, but I must apprise you that there are currently no spare garments in my possession."

"It's okay, I'm glad to just visit your workspace." you said with a smile, a hint of excitement gleaming in your eyes.

Aglaea nodded and guided you to her tailoring room now. The room was quite spacious and felt empty due to how few things were kept around. You approached the table and looked at the fabric lying on top, assuming she was working on it currently.

"Do you.... not make any garments at all now?"

"....I do, occasionally. The fabric in front of you is my ongoing work. As you can see, I have barely been able to cut it into shape and I have been working on it for a few weeks now."

"You must be very busy with other things...."

"Indeed. Protecting Amphoreus, as well as gathering the coreflames are my utmost priorities. In my free time, I prefer relaxing in the bath."

You nodded in agreement and looked around the room more. Aglaea sensed your genuine interest in her work and decided to show you something special. She walked towards a nearby cupboard and took out a neatly draped robe.

"This is.... a cherished garment of mine. A robe for the priest of Mnestia."

She walked towards you and allowed you to look at the robe in her hand. Your eyes sparkled more as you closely looked at it, taking in its patterns and beauty.

"It's very beautiful, I can see how detailed your work must be."

It was a farily simple robe, unadorned and plain. She cherished it for the meaning it held, but seeing you appreciate it for just its appearance was surprising and she wondered if you were lying but she didn't sense any deceivement from you.

"Thank you. Hearing your words has given me some sense of motivation to continue on this fabric, perhaps I will weave it soon."

Aglaea smiled and walked away to keep the robe back in its place. You waited for her by looking around the room more when a Garmentmaker approached you with a bow and extended its hand towards you.

"Hm, what is it? Do you want me to do something?" you asked the Garmentmaker and it nodded then you kept your hand on it and were suddenly pulled forward, its other hand draping around your waist and you realized it was assuming a dance position with you.

"W-Wait, I can't dance—!"

It didn't hear any of your pleas and started twirling and swinging around with you, initiating a simple dance. Your steps fumbled and you feared falling many times yet the Garmentmaker held you in place and slowly refined your movements. You didn't know what it was trying to do but you decided to enjoy yourself and became more relaxed, your hand draping over its shoulder and pulling it closer.

"Garmentmaker, what are you doing?" Aglaea asked as she watched the scene unfold, unsure of the intentions of her own creation.

The Garmentmaker paid no heed to her and continued dancing with you. You giggled along the way as it swung you around, your steps becoming more graceful. A strange sense of familiarity and nostalgia evoked in Aglaea watching you both, she remembered the time she used to be so innocently impulsive and could indulge in carefree frivialties. Her eyes were focused on your smiling face and for a brief moment, she almost saw her past self in place.

She dismissed her thoughts soon after and walked towards you both. The Garmentmaker watched its master come closer and with a sneaky movement, spun you out of its arms to make you glide towards Aglaea. You didn't realize when your partner was changed, all you could feel was a different sensation in the arms that were wrapped around you now and the softness of the body pressing to yours. Only then did you realize you were now in Aglaea's embrace.

"L-Lady Aglaea— sorry!" you tried to regain your composure and release from her hold but she didn't seem keen on letting you go.

Instead, she pulled you even closer by the arm that was wrapped around your waist and intricately intertwined her other palm with yours.

With a smile on her face, she leaned closer to you, "Won't you dance with me now?~"

Your face flushed at the situation, the close proximity with her was overwhelming and you were not at all confident in your dancing skills. But before you could reply, Aglaea led you around the room with graceful and refined steps, even better than the Garmentmaker's. You feared stepping on her foot many times but each time she'd naturally correct you and didn't stop the symphony. You slowly became more confident and actively followed her lead, that's when she decided to switch your roles.

She swapped the placement of your arms- her arm that was around your waist now wrapped around your neck while you wrapped yours around her waist. No words were spoken as this exchange happened, your eyes conveying the feelings to each other and bodies moving automatically to assume the positions. The blush on your face remained as you danced, still feeling slightly nervous about doing this with her but tried your best to not disappoint her.

The last revelry approached and with a final twirl and spin, you pulled her to yourself then dipped her. Your interlocked palms released as you reached to grasp her thigh and pull her leg up till your waist while she wrapped both arms around your neck when you dipped her. Silence engulfed the room as you held this position, your heightened breaths being the only audible sound. You gazed into each other's eyes this way, feeling a connection with her.

Your gaze naturally moved down to her soft, rosy lips and you almost leaned in to kiss her but held back and instead stood her up. You attempted to release her thigh but she moved closer and raised it more, essentially wrapping her leg around your hip. You tightened your hold due to this, suddenly pulling her closer and feeling the way her arms also tightened. Your gaze moved to her lips once again and you were desperately holding back from letting your desires take over.

To your utmost surprise, it was Aglaea who made the move. She leaned closer and connected her lips to yours in a soft and gentle manner. The feeling was serene right when her lips touched yours, though you didn't have the mettle to kiss her back right away. The first kiss was short-lived, feeling more like a peck as she moved back rather quickly and left you feeling deprived. You gazed into her hooded eyes and couldn't hold back anymore.

She braced herself when you pulled her closer and connected your lips again. The kiss was rougher and impatient this time, your lips moving in quick and unkempt motions as you yearned to feel her more. Her hand slowly laced through your hair and grasped your strands then tilted your head to kiss deeper. Your tongues reached out at the same time, eagerly rolling together in a passionate manner, akin to a dance.

As the kiss continued, you suddenly felt her move against your body in a teasing manner. You almost let out a groan since she rubbed against your crotch, though you weren't sure if she did that intentionally or not. Your lips parted for a brief moment after a while, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you took in deep breaths. Yet the respite was short-lived as she slammed her lips on yours again and kissed passionately.

She once again rubbed her body on yours in a similar manner and you really felt she was doing it intentionally as if conveying something to you. That's when you decided to act and give her what she seemingly wanted. You swiftly picked her up and spun around to place her against the table behind you, making her body lean on the edge while your lips remained connected. She moaned softly from your sudden movement, yet made no attempt to stop or pull away.

"Mmh.... Y-Y/n....~" she breathed against your lips, her sweet voice sending shivers down your body and causing a throb in your crotch.

You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, panting heavily while gazing at her.

"I.... I don't know what to say, Lady Aglaea...."

You averted your gaze shyly. Aglaea smiled at your reaction then cupped your face and turned it towards herself.

"You need not say anything, for I know what's going on in your mind. Back at the theater, you were looking at me and thinking of me most of the time.... isn't that right?~"

You pursed your lips and nodded, "Of course, you'd know. There was no point in hiding it....."

She softly chuckled and continued stroking your cheek. You shifted your legs slightly which made your semi-erect shaft rub between her thighs, eliciting a muffled moan from her. Her sound and expressions were downright erotic even when reserved, you wanted to see and hear so much more of her. Without a second thought, you leaned forward and attached your lips to her neck and planted open-mouthed kisses over her skin.

She tilted her head back to give you better access, also showing she wasn't against you doing this. You kissed down till the exposed valley of her breasts then suddenly dropped to your knees, catching her off-guard. You felt up her silky smooth legs and raised her dress simultaneously until her clothed core was in sight, a wet patch beginning to form on her golden panties. You licked your lips at the sight, peppering kisses on her inner thighs now.

"Wait, Y/n...." she spoke breathily while looking down at you, her palm caressing your head.

You immediately stood up and gave her space, fearing you misunderstood the situation.

"S-Sorry, did you not want to? I assumed you were...."

She sensed your apologetic tone and wrapped golden threads around your body to pull you closer.

"As I mentioned, I was aware of your thoughts at the theater. In fact, I have been aware of your feelings for me since the beginning. Do you suppose I would have invited you for a simple dinner on such short notice otherwise?~"

Your eyes widened at her words, a blush forming on your face.

"Let's just say I didn't anticipate to move to this stage so quickly. I was going to genuinely show my hospitality then offer some special services~"

You looked away in embarrassment, "Sorry, I couldn't hold back just now...."

Aglaea chuckled and traced her slender finger down your body before stopping at your abdomen to palm your crotch, "I can't really blame you, can I? After all, the Garmentmaker certainly took liberties of its own."

You let out a muffled groan feeling her palm your erection, "T-That was.... you didn't tell it to do that?"

Aglaea shook her head sideways to convey her refusal then continued, "Nevertheless, I see no point in stopping now. I simply wanted us to be clear on certain things before moving on to the next step of this relationship."

You blushed more then nodded with a smile, "I appreciate that, thank you...."

You shared a gentle kiss then were down on your knees again immediately. Your hands caressed her thighs and pulled apart her dress to look at her core, more wetness formed on the golden cloth. You then grasped her panties and looked up at her for a moment, asking for permission, which she gave with a nod. A string of slick stuck to the fabric as it was pulled down, your eyes hooding at the sight of her bare cunt. You wasted no time and attached your lips to her clit, planting a supple kiss on it.

Aglaea let out a pleasant hum feeling your tongue lap up her folds, going up and down in simple strokes and caressing her clit simultaneously. You shifted closer and buried your face further into her, using your thumbs to spread her folds and finally insert your tongue inside. Her body arched with a low moan once, one hand shuffling to grip your head while the other clenched the table's edge. She gazed into empty space, instead using the threads to feel your touch.

Your nose touched her clit when you pushed deeper, prodding at her most sensitive spots with your tongue. It flicked inside to caress her walls, your lips wrapping around to suck at the same time. She gasped softly as you went deeper and scissored your tongue, her hips bucking into your mouth. Your hands grasped her hips and pulled her closer, she automatically spread her legs more and rested her right leg on your shoulder to give you more space.

Your eyes gazed up at her as you ate her out, sounds of sucking and slurping resounding in her ears. You pushed even deeper and somehow made her jolt up to sit on the edge of the table, her legs opening wide to accompany you. She moaned unexpectedly at your action, both of her legs hanging on your shoulders now as you diligently sucked on her bundle of nerves.

Aglaea subconsciously grinded her hips on your mouth, trying to feel you more and gain more friction against certain spots. Recognizing her efforts, you switched up your technique and pleasured other spots where she seemed to like it. She remained propped up by one arm while the other interlaced in your hair and pushed your head deeper, her legs locking around your neck as she approached her orgasm.

"Aaah.... Y/n.... i-it's nearing..... could you— mmh!~"

Her plea was seemingly cut off with a breathy moan as you moved faster now. You buried your tongue to the hilt, simultaneously rubbing her clit with your thumb now. She arched up from the combined stimulation, her nails lightly digging in your scalp as she gripped your strands tighter. You raised her body and plunged your tongue at a certain angle, the knot in her stomach snapping as you touched her most sensitive spot.

She came hard on your mouth, almost squirting her release as if she hadn't been pleasured in a long time. Her voice was mostly muffled as she came, merely taking in long breaths while she stabilized herself. You drank up every bit of her sweet, divine release, lapping away at her folds like a starved puppy. She released her grip in your head and gently caressed it as you licked her clean, gazing at you with a smile.

"I did not foresee you to be so skilled at this. My apologies if it was unsightly of me to—"

"Not at all, Lady Aglaea." you interjected, "You were beautiful. I.... I just hope you liked it...."

She remained silent for a while as if she was trying to read your thoughts then smiled, "It was a delightful experience, you have my gratitude."

You blushed from her compliment and shyly nodded, unsure of how to respond. She noted your flustered expression and found you adorable, feeling more joyous at agreeing to do this with you. She didn't need her eyes nor the golden threads to tell your throbbing erection strained in your pants, desperate for attention now. Without saying or doing anything, she stepped down from the table and turned around making you face her back now and bent against it.

You blushed more at the unexpected position, gazing at her exquisite body that was waiting for you to take her. Her back arched perfectly off the table, plentiful hips rubbing over your bulge and her lightly exposed shoulders as the straps of her dress had slipped down. Everything was picture perfect and you couldn't believe the sight was real. Aglaea sensed your strong gaze on her and looked over her shoulder, slowly swinging her hips on your bulge.

"Time is of the essence, dear guest. As the one responsible for your wellbeing, I don't want you to be constrained any longer~"

Your cock twitched at her words and you hastily undid your pants to pull it out. Her ears perked up at the sound of unzipping, her hands subconsciously clenching the table to prepare herself when she felt you drag up her dress to expose her folds. The sight of her dripping folds aroused you to no end and you wasted no more time to grasp your length and brush it across them. She shivered, hips bucking back to meet yours as if to beg for more.

"Mmh.... you don't need to wait.... I'm ready~"

You didn't need any more encouragement. With one swift thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, feeling her warmth surround you. A soft whimper escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unrestrained need that was more intoxicating than Phagousa's honey.

You moved slowly at first, a deliberate, inch-by-inch penetration as you felt her tightness, the warm embrace that welcomed you. Her breath hitched, letting out a sharp gasp as you began to fill her.

"Ngh.... y-you feel so good.... aaah....~" you groaned, slowly pumping your hips.

"Mmh.... so do you.... o-oh.... t-there....~" she breathily replied, her hands clenching the edge of the table with each thrust you did.

You felt her internal muscles tighten around you, a wave of exquisite pressure that sent a shiver down your spine. You eased back slightly, then pushed deeper, searching for that pocket of intense sensation she was guiding you towards. Her body arched, a soft moan escaping her lips, higher pitched this time, laced with a vulnerability that made your chest ache even amidst the surging pleasure. You grasped her hips tighter, preparing to increase your pace.

"I'm going to move faster.... i-is that okay?"

"Y-Yes.... nnh.... don't hold back~"

Her words excited you to no end, but you had to remain in control and not lose yourself. You dragged out your cock once until only the tip remained inside, a sigh coming from her at the loss of your fullness. The loss was short-lived as you swiftly surged forward, burying yourself to the hilt, then pumping at an animalistic pace. She whimpered, her body rocking against the table from your frantic thrusts.

"Oh... oh Mnestia... yes...!~" she panted, her voice thick with pleasure.

Each thrust felt like a revelation, a deeper understanding of her body, her pleasure. You found a rhythm that seemed designed specifically for her, for the way she arched her back, the way her breath hitched and the way her hips tilted to meet you. The soft rubs of her plentiful curves against your hips were a delight. You could feel the heat radiating from her, a warmth that seemed to seep into your very bones.

You watched as her back arched further, a beautiful, strong curve that spoke of grace and power, even in this state of abandon. She was like a statue come to life, sculpted by the gods themselves, now yielding to your touch. The contrast between her usual regal composure and the raw, uninhibited pleasure she was experiencing was breathtaking.

You leaned forward, burying your face in the curve of her shoulder and neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, a mix of her unique fragrance and the musky aroma of arousal. Your hands wrapped around her waist, gripping her firmly, your hips continuing the onslaught on her behind.

"Tell me what you want...." you whispered against her skin, the demand a soft rumble that resonated through her body.

Your hushed voice accompanied with grunts made her shiver surprisingly, finding herself at a loss of words for a moment due to the sheer pleasure she was experiencing.

"Mmh.... f-faster.... keep going.... aaahn.... t-this is good....~"

You obliged, increasing the tempo, the thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. The sounds filling the room were primal – your groans, her gasps, the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. The delicate balance of her elegance was momentarily forgotten as pure instinct took over, her body responding with unadulterated pleasure. You focused on her, on the waves of pleasure you were coaxing from her, deriving immense satisfaction from her obvious surrender to sensation.

That's when you decided to change things. You wanted to see her, see the look on her face as she drowns in pleasure, gaze into her fathomless eyes as your bodies melted into one.

"I'm going to turn you over—!" you declared, barely giving her enough time to register the action as you immediately held up her left leg, stopping to move for a moment, and flipped her to lay on her back.

She whined— whined— from the sudden change, yet her hands were quick to reach up and hold you, arms wrapping around your neck to pull you close. You shoved your hips and hilted deep again, then started to move at the same pace as before. The moment you resumed, her head tilted back slightly, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat. Her golden eyes hooded, fixed on you, pulling you in. The whine turned into a low moan as you continued, a sound of pure, rich pleasure vibrating in her chest and against your own.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at her throat, tasting the salt and the heady scent of her arousal. She arched into the contact, her legs wrapping tighter around your waist, urging you deeper, faster. The rhythm quickened again, a frantic, beautiful dance between your bodies, fueled by a desperate need that transcended mere physical release. The table rocked again, your strength becoming visible as you gave up your restraints. Your hands moved her dress down to expose her ample breasts, immediately cupping them.

Aglaea gasped when she felt your lips on her hardened nipple, her arms automatically wrapping around your head to keep you in. Your tongue swirled on the bud, tasting it, then putting your lips on it to suck. She arched into you again as you sucked her nipple, pinching and twirling the other one before switching to suck it as well. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your face closer. Her breath hitched, ragged bursts that fueled the fire building within you.

You leaned back up and put her legs on your shoulders before grasping her waist, beginning a new onrush of desperate thrusts. Her breasts jiggled every time, ragged moans resounding in your ear. Her face that rarely harbored emotions showed intense signs of pleasure- eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, a flush spreading across her high cheekbones. You pushed deeper, harder, chasing the crest of the wave alongside her.

"I-I'm close.... hah... should I pull o—?!"

Before you could even complete your question, she waved her hand and golden threads wrapped around your torso and hips, tugging you closer and keeping you in place. You groaned in surprise, feeling your cock be pushed to the deepest depths possible. The tightness coiled around you, warm walls clenching you as if to milk you dry. Her answer was already clear, it seems she had decided this from the get-go.

You dropped her legs down and she wrapped them around your waist now, spreading her arms open for you. You leaned forward and embraced her, the warmth welcoming you, your hips rutting with her. She cupped your face and connected your lips, initiaing an intense and desperate kiss, one that was highly unlike her yet extremely endearing to you.

"S-So am I.... aaah....! Oh, for the love of Mnestia!~" she cried out, pushing your head in the crook of her neck, your face getting squished in her ample breasts.

The floodgates burst, a white-hot torrent surging through you. Your body convulsed, a guttural roar tearing from your lungs as you poured yourself into her, held captive and ecstatic by the golden threads, by her will, by her power. She moaned your name, a sharp, beautiful sound, her body arching into yours as her own release took her. It was a symphony of shared surrender, of two powerful beings collapsing into each other, stripped bare of everything but base need and profound connection.

"Ngh.... A-Aglaea—!~" you moaned her name in return as your release burst forth, the first time you uttered it without a title, and she found herself liking the sound of that.

The tension held by the golden threads lingered for another moment, a final, fading pulse, before they dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only the ghost of warmth and the heavy reality of your bodies pressed together, slick with sweat, trembling with the aftershocks of your shared climax. Your head rested on her chest, panting, listening to the frantic beating of her heart. The air was thick with the scent of sex and something else, something faintly floral and divine that you now associated only with her.

You then slowly pulled out of her, a squelching sound coming as it dragged out of her drenched folds with a pop. Her form looked elegant as ever, even with your release leaking out of her and her body covered in sweat and heaving. She stood up soon after and embraced you again, her hand gently caressing the back of your head. You couldn't deny you were a little surprised at this, but didn't resist and returned her embrace.

"You have my heartfelt gratitude for this. I.... I had forgotten how it felt, thank you for reminding me and giving me a new, unforgettable memory."

Your eyes widened at her confession, then you gave her a shy smile.

"It's okay, I didn't do much.... I'm just glad you liked it."

Your words tugged her heartstrings, dormant feelings she didn't know she still had. Her fingers grasped your chin and pulled it up to make you look into her eyes, a sultry, seductive smile forming on her face.

"I'm open to sharing more moments like this while you are here~"

You blushed profusely, realizing what she meant.

"M-Me too.... anytime you want...."

She smiled then leaned in for a gentle kiss, sealing the deal.

You washed yourselves then eventually made way to the dining area, as she had initially planned. A feast was long prepared by the Garmentmakers who patiently waited for you both. You had forgotten their existence in that room.... you were just glad they had no face and couldn't speak. You enjoyed a hearty meal together, not speaking much of your recent intimacy, instead engaging in a casual conversation on other topics.

Once finished with the meal, you thanked her for the time spent and were ready to head back now. Although, deep inside you wished to stay a bit longer and just spend time with her, even if doing nothing. You were about to be escorted out when Aglaea sent away the Garmentmakers and approached you, suddenly feeling a bit nervous thinking of what she had in mind.

With a simple flick of her fingers, golden threads were bound around your wrists, tying them together. You stared at her wide-eyed, confused and shocked. She smirked then turned around and started walking further into the house, the threads pulling you and making you follow her. You entered a lavish bedroom, bathed in gold and silk, easily able to decipher it was her private chamber.

Before you knew it, you were shoved on the bed and pulled near the headboard by the threads, your arms held up by them. You couldn't even protest or question her, knowing well where this was headed and you couldn't deny you wanted it. You sat still and waited, watching as she slipped out of her gown, revealing her exquisite body for your eyes to feast on.

Your shaft hardened at once, feeling extremely aroused by everything now, especially her. She climbed up on the bed and crawled towards you, glancing at your erect shaft once and chuckling while her fingers traced your jaw. She straddled your lap then, hips laying snug against your erect length, arms wrapping around your neck as she came closer to whisper in your ear.

"There's more of my hospitality that I'd like to show, esteemed guest. Would you be willing to bear with me and continue this union?~"

Her angelic voice came hushed, instantly sending shivers down your spine and making your length throb. Your clothes were discarded quickly afterwards as her warmth wrapped you again, hips meeting yours with fervour and continuing the revelry from before.

~*~

It was sometime early into the day when Aglaea woke up, body intertwined with yours, marks of your passionate union adorning both of your skins. She gazed at your form sleeping peacefully beside her, feeling some kind of longing surge in her.

"Garmentmaker, bring me my measuring tools."

The puppet obliged immediately, fetching her sewing tape and a notepad. It then aided her master as she carefully took measurements of your body, ensuring not to disturb your slumber. She recalled the way she held your body the previous day, remembering some of the measurements by just touch as she didn't want to wake you up. Soon, she noted down all necessary measurements and sent the Garmentmaker away, laying back down beside you.

Her hand caressed your face as she leaned to kiss your forehead, smiling, pondering over the next garment she was going to design for a person she cherished after so long, a person she held deeply in her inhumane heart. The unfinished fabric would finally be weaved by the Dressmaster of Okhema, and it would be a garment worth no price, as the only price was her love- which she reserved for you.

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wellnesswithkuhtrees · 4 months ago

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“Research has shown that fear-based discipline actually fosters the behaviors that parents are trying to eliminate. Such strategies teach children to be more resistant to parental authority and may alter their brain chemistry for life.” - Dr. Becky A. Bailey PhD in Easy to Love, Difficult to Discipline.

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museofzia · 4 months ago

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✶ no, shifting is not as easy as breathing.

𖥔𓆪 . ⁺ but it doesn't have to be hard. ࣪ ˖ ∔݃ ✶ @ self discovery and love in shifting . ۫

shifting takes self discovery and self trust, as well as more belief in yourself. you will not achieve your goals with no self discipline. self discipline should be individualized from self hatred, because a lot of shifters i have met do not trust themselves enough to believe that they can shift, even if they can. mindset matters more than affirmation. you can tell yourself blankly that you will shift every night, but if you wake up in your cr and see that/yourself as a failure, you do not trust yourself, and your subconscious knows that shifting is real-- just believes it is out of your reach. people are entitled to their own ideologies and values, but treating shifting as a challenge and masquerading around in your own insecurity and blind self-hatred will do nothing but restrict you from all of your opportunities.

individualization ׅ ೀ

i do see reality shifting as something that anyone can do, but a lot of shifters believe that anyone can do it.. just not them. the day that you shift cannot be marked in a calendar, but that doesn't necessarily mean it'll be years or decades until you find the day that you end up shifting. it just means you must be hard at work and be diligent and consistent, daily. self-discipline is always beneficial, even if it gets difficult.

the difference between self discipline and self hatred is when you discipline yourself, you restrict yourself from all things that hold you back because you deserve to reach your goals and will work towards them. however, self hatred is nothing but you bringing yourself and your goals down, and it is an endless cycle of consistently pushing your own goals and efforts away just because you do not value yourself enough to give yourself the love and hard work that needs to be put into the journey you are embarking on.

this afflicts with your entire process, and will lead to self destruction, and another endless cycle of "why can't i shift?"

"why can't i shift" is the EPITOME of the lowest level of self value. you can shift, you're just focusing on the fact that you haven't yet. you must find what is holding you back and work towards it. your desired reality will not drag you in. you must find your way there, yourself. that is self discovery :)

ᡣ 𓈒⋅ ⩊ ⋅𓈒ྀིა love, zia

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droaxa · 7 months ago

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ooouuuuu please give us more nerd boy, he's just too cute for his own good 🤲🤲🤲

tags: nerd x reader pt. 2

warnings: insecurity (on nerd's part), fluff!

a/n: hey guys! i’m back after a long due break and im finally ready to write something cute 😋 hope you guys enjoy!!

After a few stressful exams, your finals season was almost coming to an end. Well, it would have been if not for that pesky biology exam, the very last one left for you to knock down before you could kick back and truly relax for winter break.

That is how you ended up frazzled, sitting at your cluttered desk. Mountains of worksheets and notes are spread across the desk for easy accessibility and your computer is sitting on top of it all, a video explaining a difficult subject and how to approach problems that may confuse you. However, even with all these resources you were still frustrated, you'd been sitting here for how long? Almost 2 hours and the concept was still just out of reach for you.

You huffed and pushed yourself off your well-loved swivel chair, opting to plop down onto your welcoming bed for a deserved break. Ending up on your phone, you called Nerd, asking him to come over. 'It's a double whammy' you thought, 'I can finally see him again and get this ridiculous topic over. Ugh, he's so smart. You groaned in both envy and admiration, how could someone be so intelligent and adorable?

Less than 15 minutes later you heard a soft knock on your door, there was only one person who knocked like they would hurt the door if they did it any harder. Jumping up on your feet you borderline ran to the door, quickly fixing your hair before you swung it open with the same bright smile you always greet him with. And wow. Did he look good.

His usual glasses were perched on his handsome features, but other than that everything else was different. His usually messy hair was somewhat pushed back, more in a hurry than anything intentional it seemed. Dark grey sweats and a black shirt that hugged his figure so well were his outfit this time around, you could see his expensive-looking watch peeking out of his sweatpant pocket where his hand was situated. He ditched his hoodie this time around and you got a good view of his lean muscle, a body built from discipline as it seemed.

If it wasn't for the sheepish smile on his face you would've thought this was a totally different person, not your Nerd. You invite him in, complementing his appearance with a playful punch as you walk him to your room, he hides his warm face by pretending to cough but you can see his smile peak out under his arm. Cute. You lead him in and pull up another chair next to yours, however, you notice his arms: goosebumps litter the entirety of it.

"You want a hoodie? You look cold" you ask, a little concern discernable in your voice.

He looks up, clearly embarrassed, "I'd really appreciate that yeah"

You shoot him a quick smile and dig through your closet to find a hoodie that would fit him. Aw, he was so cute, did he want to show off to you? After your search, the only item of clothing you could find for him was your ex's hoodie. Huh, that was weird, you could've sworn you had gotten rid of this. You shrug off the feeling and bring out the hoodie for him, only to find him concentrated on your notes.

Eyebrows furrowed, head resting on his hand, his other arm resting on the table. You sneak up behind him and whisper a quiet 'boo' in his ear, making him yelp and turn around only for him to find you giggling.

"Got the hoodie" you announced, holding the article out in front of you as if proof.

"Oh thanks, that's- wait. Is that your dad's?" He instantly recognized the hoodie, it was a men's and totally out of your style range. So, who did it belong to?

You shake your head no and he inquires further.

"Brother or maybe like... cousin?"

Again you shake your head no, "Nope, it's an ex's. Thought I got rid of it, guess not"

Almost immediately after you said 'ex', Nerd's face soured. "Oh- um ok." You could almost hear the insecurity in his voice as he processed that you still kept items that your past lovers had given you.

You immediately recognized his tone and chucked the hoodie out of sight, opting to sit on the desk in front of him instead. He looked up at you, puppy dog eyes turned up to the max and a delicious pout on his downturned lips. You could devour him right here. You reached out for his face and held his cheek in your right hand, he immediately leaned into the gentle touch desperate for comfort. You gave him a soft smile and stroked his face with your thumb while still holding his cheek.

"I swear I meant to throw it out forever ago, honest" You offered.

He just sighed and looked down at his hands, "It's not you, I just- You've experienced all these firsts, all these special moments with someone else. I guess I'm just afraid that I won't be able to impress you and I'll end up being just another guy in your past."

As he lets out his inner feelings, you stare at his downturned face, a cluster of different emotions inside you. "Look at me," You say in a gentle tone and he finally looks up, eyes irritated from holding back tears. Your gaze softens further and you take his whole face into your hands, "It doesn't matter how many experiences I have, the best ones I've ever had were with you. Not my ex, not anyone else, you. You're the best I've ever had, even if you don't think you are, you are to me."

He finally fully meets your eyes, "You.. mean that?" You just nod, a soft smile on your visage. He looked like his breath was stolen from his lungs and he could only muster a small smile. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned upwards toward your face, his intentions clear. You met him halfway, soft lips rushing to yours as your hands wandered into his hair. After a drawn-out yet sweet kiss, you slid down, off the desk, and onto his lap to get closer to him.

After a few more heated kisses you pulled away from each other and the smile returned to his face, no it was more of a grin. "Whatever did I do in a past life to deserve you" he wondered out loud, seemingly captivated by you. "I could say the same" you shot back playfully, hands still on the back of his head. He pulled you closer, keeping you nestled on his lap and against his chest. You felt his heartbeat, fast.

This guy had to be your soulmate.

#x reader #nerd x reader #female reader #y/n #x y/n #fluff #cuties being cuties #male x reader #shy nerd #shy x reader

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yuma-mukami-garden-god · 18 days ago

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NSFW! How would the boys react to their s/o moving too much while cuddling making them hard?

Shu Sakamaki

He’d probably smirk lazily, teasing you softly. “Careful, you’re making it hard to stay calm.” Then, he’d pull you closer, letting you know he’s noticed without rushing anything.

Reiji Sakamaki

Reiji would adjust his posture to maintain control but his sharp gaze would darken with amusement. “You’re quite the handful… but I don’t mind.” His touch would become a little firmer, guiding you gently.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato would grin mischievously, low voice dripping with teasing. “Moving like that? You want me to lose it, huh?” He’d trap you in his arms, smirking as he asserts a playful dominance.

Kanato Sakamaki

Kanato might pout but secretly enjoy the attention. “Stop squirming… you’re driving me crazy.” He’d tighten his hold, fingers trailing possessively.

Laito Sakamaki

Laito would laugh softly, voice sultry. “Already getting me worked up… naughty.” His hands would explore lightly, encouraging more playful movement.

Subaru Sakamaki

Grumbling quietly, Subaru would pull you closer, voice rough. “Stop moving so much… you’re messing with me.” But he’d clearly enjoy it, his grip protective and possessive.

Ruki Mukami

Ruki’s cool composure would crack a little, eyes darkening. “You’re quite restless… I might have to teach you some discipline.” His touch would be firm but gentle, holding you still.

Kou Mukami

Kou would smile softly, fingers tracing soothing patterns but his gaze would be intense. “Calm down, love. Let me take care of you.” His hold would be tender yet possessive.

Yuma Mukami

Yuma would chuckle, voice teasing. “You’re moving a lot… trying to get my attention?” He’d pull you tighter, grinning as he enjoys the closeness.

Azusa Mukami

Azusa might blush but wouldn’t hide his growing excitement. “You’re so restless… it’s hard to focus.” His hands would gently keep you close.

Shin Tsukinami

Shin’s expression would remain calm but his grip would tighten just enough to hold you in place. “Relax. You’re making it difficult to concentrate.” His tone firm but caring.

Carla Tsukinami

Carla would smirk, voice smooth and teasing. “Such an eager one… you’re driving me wild.” He’d respond to every movement with a confident touch.

Kino Tsukinami

Kino would chuckle softly, fingers lightly stroking your back. “Easy now, you’re making it hard to stay composed.” His tone gentle but amused.

Karlheinz Sakamaki

Karlheinz would clear his throat, voice low and commanding. “Enough movement. Control yourself.” His hands would steady you, asserting dominance.

Richter Sakamaki

Richter’s eyes would darken with desire, voice husky. “You’re too much… but I don’t want you to stop.” His hands would hold you firmly, matching your rhythm.

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acapelladitty · 1 year ago

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Smoke Them All

Pairing: Cooper Howard/F!Reader

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Link to AO3

Summary: Not content with the litany of bruises and bite marks which he has littered across your skin, Cooper decides on something a little more permanent. (2.2k words)

(tw for: spanking, rough play, branding, fingering, orgasm, pain kink, dom/sub dynamics, subspace, allusions to cannibalism, cum eating, mild aftercare)

You hear the swish of his hand as it arcs through the air a split moment before the connecting smack rings out loudly and fresh fire flares in your unprotected ass.

"That's eight, little killer." Cooper muses as his open palm comes to settle against your skin, the flesh feeling raw and heated due to his vicious strikes, and his fingers trace the unseen outlines of his hand prints as they litter your ass. "You're almost warmed up for the main event."

Anxiety laced with a wicked arousal floods your groin, your cunt feeling slippery and neglected as you consider the small metal brand which sits in the nearby fire - the end balanced where the fire was at it hottest to ensure a clean imprint.

The brand had been his idea, a casual and sleazy comment given life by your own curiosity, but the spanking was just an added boon and Cooper was never one to deny himself the chance to dole out a little bit of good ol' fashioned discipline when the mood suited him.

So here you were, braced over his lap as the evening moon shone high in the sky. The surrounding area was dead of life, raiders and monsters having been long snuffed out, and any potential new onlookers had been provided their chance to scarper at the presence of the infamous ghoul. It was luck that the night air wasn't too chilled, not that it would have made a difference to either of you as you set about your combined goal.

The first few strikes had been pretty manageable as Cooper targeted different parts of your ass, quickly and efficiently trying to cover and redden up as much skin as possible while his other hand pinned your lower back to his knees. His tattered jacket flared out from behind him, the ratty ends touching the ground just beside your own fingers as you pressed them against the ground to keep balance.

Cooper, however, hadn't been as impressed with your easy management of his punishment.

C'mon now, little songbird, I want to hear that lovely voice.

And his efforts had quickly doubled as he brought his hand down with much more violence, the next two strikes coming in rapid succession as they glanced off the fullest part of your ass and stole the breath from your lungs. It was like being struck by metal. Hard. Unforgiving. And so fucking good.

He got the reaction he wanted as your playful groans dissolved into pathetic squeals when his fingers groped at the stinging flesh, your knees pulling together as you smeared the growing wetness that was developing between your thighs. The following hits were much the same, his accurate hand having targeted the same patch of skin until you could feel the heat buzzing free of the abused flesh as small whimpers stole from your throat freely.

"You're lucky I ain't using my belt, darling." Cooper growls as he disrupts your thoughts, tugging at your hair to force your head back enough to gaze up at him. "Cause the welts that leaves would paint you purple for a week and give you a harsh reminder of it every time that fine ass wanted to sit down anywhere."

"Yes, sir." Fumbling over the words, your fingers scratch against the dirt of the ground as your cunt feels swollen and painfully abandoned. You swear you could feel yourself dripping with mess but since he hadn't commented on it yet, maybe not.

"Might even use the buckle." Your scalp burns from his rough grasp and the extension of your neck makes breathing difficult as he continues. "Let it tear strips off you until you're a sobbing mess just crying out and begging for me to let up on you. You want that?"

Rubbing your thighs together at the open threat, you gasp and whine under his grip. From this position, you are barely able to make out his expression as your vision is also limited by the unshed tears which gather in your eyes, vision blurring due to the pain and frustration.

"N-no, sir."

"Good answer, darlin', cause i don't want to delay the next part any longer than we need to. You think you're ready for it?"

His hand releases your head and you nod frantically as fear lances your heart. A little masochism was fine by you, hot as fuck actually as it made the pleasure all the sweeter, but the brand would hurt like hell. Your heart beating a messy tune in your chest, your breath stutters as you feel him leaning over you to snatch up the brand from the fire.

"You gonna lie there like a good girl while I fix and mark you up? Hmm?" Cooper asked, his hand spreading your ass as textured fingers roll over the area he intends to mark on your right ass cheek. "I've got the rope ready to go if you can't hold still and let me make a clean print."

"Do it, Cooper." You gasp out, body shaking with anticipation as your eyes squeeze shut, preparing for the hurt to come as your hands visibly shake against the dusty ground. "Make me yours. Only yours. Make it so that everyone in the wastelands can see who the fuck they're messing with if they mess with me."

"Language." Tutting his disapproval with a playful hypocrisy, the rough excitement in his voice speaks of just how eager he was for you to have this mark. Well, that and the way that his cock remains pressing between you, the rock-hard length digging into your stomach with every slight movement as he speaks again.

"After this you're mine. Anyone else touches you then I take their throat. No mercy."

"No mercy." You repeat, almost a hypnotic babble as your breathing grows more and more erratic and anxious.

"I don't claim much in the wastelands, darlin', so you be good to me and I'll make sure that you never get the chance to forget what it means, you hear?"

"Goddamn, Cooper. Just do it! Mark me, brand me, give me something. Just- FUCK!"

It was nothing compared to the previous spanking.

The pain is indescribable as the metal presses harshly against your skin, searing his initials into the reddened flesh of your ass. You bury your scream in your forearm, tasting blood as your teeth clamp together roughly around your own flesh, and it's only his hand - hard as steel and twice as unforgiving - which prevents you from bucking in place to avoid the horrid pain.

Darkness dances in your vision for a moment as a genuine fear that you're going to pass out clenches your heart but it sweeps through rapidly, leaving you teetering on the edge of consciousness for only a few seconds.

You don't feel the brand pull free as the metal essentially kills off your nerve endings, the damage welcome as it dulls the initial shock. Rather, the initial sear is quick to settle into a vicious pain which is more like a deep, heated ache that sits beneath your skin.

"Cooper." You howl, fingers scrambling against his closet leg as you desperately seek something to cling onto as a wave of nausea rolls through your stomach. "Hurts."

Violently sobbing at the residual ache, you remain pinned in place as his free hand audibly drops the brand to the sandy floor before his fingers return to your ass. You can't feel him ghosting his digits along the wound but you're fairly certain that's what he's doing as a rumble of approval slips free of his chest.

"I know it hurts like a motherfucker." Cooper exhales, his roughened voice holding a giddiness as he watches you struggle to keep control of yourself. "But you did so well, girlie. Took it better than most would and I think that deserves a reward."

His fingers follow the curve of your ass to drop and press insistently at your hole - two digits sinking deep as they quickly provide a little relief to the aching neglect which your cunt was experiencing.

Audibly delighted with his markings, Cooper's tone is as predatory as ever as he slowly pumps his fingers into your cunt - following a pattern he knows drives you wild as he continues.

"Smells good too. Ain't gonna lie. Wish I'd taken a strip for myself before I burned it away."

Shivering at that, you moan out something that may have been an encouragement or a denial - your brain too fuzzy to make sense of it as his textured fingers rub along your walls.

"Coop-Cooper." You stutter out his name, sharp breaths feeling hot in your lungs as the adrenaline flushing through your veins - made all the worse by the dual sensations of dull pain and growing pleasure which wracked your lower half - causes a light-headedness which leaves you slack against his knees. "Touch me more. Make the pain go away."

"Can't make it go away, sweetheart. But I can make you forget about it for a minute or two."

With two fingers still curled within you, his thumb slides up your slickened folds until it grazes your clit. Body tensing, you sigh and groan as he teases the sensitive nub by gently circling his thumb across it. It didn't help that the leathered skin was so much rougher than a typical man's and the added sensation of it was enough to make you forget the burn of your ass as you focus on it.

His fingers are skilled and he is quick to target all those sweet, wicked little spots that make your mouth dry and your soaked cunt clench around his probing digits; that bastard thumb of his never letting up its teasing pressure on your clit as he strokes along the engorged nub with a lazy enjoyment. Adrenaline making every nerve feel heightened, your earlier neglect and enjoyment of his hand bring you close to the edge with an embarrassing speed.

"Such a tight little thing." Cooper grunts, his groin grinding against your stomach lightly as he plays you like a fiddle while taking care not to damage the fresh brand. "Can barely get my fingers out with you gripping at them like this. You'd have thought by now I'd have loosened you up at least a little."

Unable to speak, your reply is a mess of jerking nods and gasping pants. But he seemed to catch the jist of your agreement and it causes a low chuckle to rumble through his body.

Slipping a third finger in, the added stretch was all it took to have your toes curling against the air as the building tension in your body snapped into rolling waves of pleasure. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, pulling them deeper as they continue to rub against your sweet spot, drawing your orgasm out until your limbs felt tight and your throat started to burn from the constant whining and pleas that trickle free of it.

Shuddering and feeling faint, you lay limply against his knees, feet touching the ground as you actively fight the euphoric nausea which makes your body feel light and far off. It was too much and instead of facing the aches and pleasures, you allow the weariness to slip within your very bones.

A lurid suckling noise makes your head turn up to the side and you catch the sight of Cooper pulling his fingers free of his mouth, the digits slickened by both your mess and his spit as he messily cleans them off.

"Sweet as honey. Ain't nothing like it." He mutters, mostly to himself, before tilting his head down to meet your eye. "You alright down there? Not gonna pass out on me are you?"

Sighing out as darkness touches at the edge of your vision, you give him a soft smile - bottom lip only slightly trembling as you answer. "Sleepy."

He's surprisingly careful as he picks you up with his impressive strength, hands wrapping around your upper body to right you to your feet - shaking legs barely able to hold even your limited weight - before he deposits you in his lap. Angling your body atop his so that the pressure of your ass on his lap is far away from the fresh brand, your head presses against his clothed chest and you inhale the coppery scent that clings to him like it was a lifeline.

"Then sleep and I'll keep the beasts at bay."

Cooper speaks lowly, the words washing over you skin like a soothing blanket. "Here." His hands wrap the edges of his leather jacket around your sides, the material not enough to cover you completely - not even close - but you appreciate the gesture regardless.

In the warm night air, your thighs coated in the mess of your release and your ass throbbing will a dull ache that was going nowhere any time soon, you focus on the interesting sounds which roll through Cooper's chest as you press your ear against his frayed shirt and allow fatigue to finally claim you.

#branding my beloved but oooooh nastay #fallout #fallout 2024 #cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #ghoul x reader #ghoul x you #cooper howard smut #fallout smut #fallout prime #walton goggins

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