#For the first time you can remember.. your heart beats wildly in your chest...

[supermanshield]

Superman #314

[moonselune]

Hey so I saw your ask with female companions and inexperienced tav and could you make one with male companions + Rolan and Raphael? I love your writing!

OOoooOOo yes yes and thank you so much nonnie!!!

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Gale:

In the candlelit corner of Gale’s tent, the areanwas imbued with an aura of warmth and intimacy. The flickering flames cast gentle shadows on the canvas, creating a serene ambiance that seemed almost magical. You stood near the edge of the bedroll, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your tunic, your heart pounding in your chest.

Gale noticed your apprehension immediately. His eyes, warm and understanding, met yours as he approached, closing the distance between you. He reached out, taking your hands in his, his touch comforting and reassuring.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said softly, his voice like a soothing balm. “I understand how you feel.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of your self-consciousness pressing down on you. “It’s just… your ex was a literal goddess,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “How can I possibly compare to her?”

Gale’s expression softened even further, a tender smile spreading across his lips. He cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin. “You are worth a thousand goddesses more,” he assured you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Mystra was a chapter in my past, but you… you are my present and my future.”

His words brought a rush of warmth to your cheeks, but the nervousness still lingered. Gale seemed to sense this and took a step closer, his body radiating calm and confidence.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promised, his voice gentle and patient “There’s no rush, no need to hurry. Take as longs you need and I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, reassuring kiss. The world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and affection. Gale’s kiss was soft, patient, a promise of the tenderness and care he would show you that night. As he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered, his breath mingling with yours. “And remember, this is about us, about our love. Nothing else matters.”

His hands moved to your shoulders, gently guiding you towards the bedroll. Every touch, every kiss was filled with love and reverence, as if he was worshipping you with his actions. Gale’s patience and understanding made your nerves slowly dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of trust and intimacy.

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Astarion:

You stood near the bed of the inn room you had rented for the night, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Astarion, ever the charming and confident one, was watching you with an amused yet tender expression.

“You’re nervous,” he observed, his voice carrying a hint of surprise. “I must admit, I didn’t expect that.”

You glanced away, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I… I’m just inexperienced,” you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. “I thought… I thought you’d assume I was more experienced, considering…”

Astarion’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. “Considering how beautiful you are?” he finished for you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. When you shook your head, held a laugh of disbelief leaving your lips. Astarion stepped closer, his demeanor softening. "Or how cocky you act?"

You tried to pull away, embarrassed, but Astarion held you firmly, his grip gentle but unyielding. “Don’t shy away from me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a soothing whisper. “I didn’t expect this, but it makes me feel… honored, in a way.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Honored?”

He nodded, his expression serious yet tender. “This is my first time being with someone I truly love,” he admitted, his voice carrying a weight of vulnerability. “All my previous encounters… they were never about love. But with you, it’s different.”

Astarion’s confession took you by surprise, the raw honesty in his voice breaking down the last of your defenses. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

“We’ll take this at your pace,” he promised, his breath warm against your ear. “I want you to feel comfortable, to feel cherished.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. A gentle exploration that made your heart flutter. Astarion’s touch was both confident and careful, his hands caressing your back in soothing strokes.

As he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you felt a sense of calm settle over you. “Just trust me,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “We’ll make this special, together.”

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Wyll:

Wyll stepped towards you, his eyes warm and understanding as he took in your worried form.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching out to take your trembling hands in his. "You don't need to be nervous."

You looked down, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. "It's just… this is my first time," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't want to disappoint you."

Wyll's eyes widened in surprise, and then a soft smile spread across his lips. "Your first time?" he repeated, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and reverence. "Well, that makes this moment even more special."

His reaction caught you off guard, and you found yourself relaxing a little. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Wyll assured you, his cheeks turning a bit pink as he spoke. "I’m honored that you’d share this with me. Truly. And, um… I have to admit, I’m a bit flustered myself."

His honesty and the adorable way he fumbled with his words made you smile. The tension in your shoulders began to melt away as you realized that Wyll was just as nervous and excited as you were. He guided you gently to the bed, his movements careful and considerate.

"We’ll take this slow," he promised, his voice soft and reassuring. "I want you to feel comfortable above all else."

Wyll's touch was light and tender as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was sweet and gentle, filled with affection and care. He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes to make sure you were okay before continuing.

His hands moved to your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he kissed you again, this time with a bit more confidence. You found yourself responding, the nervousness giving way to a growing sense of trust and intimacy.

As the night progressed, Wyll's sweet words and gentle touches made you feel adored. He was attentive to your every need, his actions guided by a genuine desire to make this experience as special and loving as possible. Lying together, wrapped in each other’s arms, you knew that Wyll was the perfect balm for your nervous heart. And in that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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Halsin:

The gentle glow of the firelight filled Halsin's quarters, casting a warm and inviting light over the room. You stood at the edge of the bed, your heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

Sensing your nervousness, he approached slowly, his presence calming and reassuring, and if you weren't panicking you would poke fun at him for treating you like a spooked horse.

"You seem tense," he observed, his voice soft and soothing. "What's on your mind, my love?"

You bit your lip, feeling a wave of self-doubt wash over you. "It's just… you've had many lovers," you confessed, your voice trembling. "I don't know if I can compare to, well, any of them."

Halsin’s expression softened and he chuckled, reaching out to gently cup your cheek, his touch warm and tender. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Just being with you is more than enough," he continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone. I am more than happy to go slow, to make this moment special for both of us."

His words brought a sense of calm over you, easing the tension that was wrought in your body.

"Really?" you asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Really," Halsin assured you, his smile warm and genuine. "We will take this at your pace, with no rush. I want you this to good for you, wondrous even. Everyone deserves to feel the ecstasy that nature provides us.."

His hands moved with gentle care, exploring your body with a reverence that made you feel truly valued. He took his time, ensuring that you felt comfortable every step of the way. He had to confess, he was so used to sex being rather full on, that taking it slow was refreshing. The intimacy you shared warmed him in a way he hadn't felt before and by the time morning came, he could only wish he could just do it all again.

(You two did)

(Numerous times)

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Rolan:

The soft glow of candlelight filled Rolan’s chambers in Ramazith's tower, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You stood at the edge of the bed, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Rolan, usually confident and self-assured, looked uncharacteristically awkward as he watched you, his eyes filled with affection.

He stepped closer, his usual bravado replaced by a tender nervousness. "So, um… you really haven’t done this before?" he asked, his voice hesitant.

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Yeah, it’s my first time," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’m just… I don’t want to mess it up."

Rolan let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head. "Well, that makes two of us," he said, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I mean, not that it’s my first time, but… you’re just… you’re gorgeous, and I don’t want to mess this up either."

His awkward honesty made you smile, and you felt some of your nerves start to ease. "You think I’m gorgeous?" you asked, feeling a bit more confident.

Rolan’s eyes widened, and he nodded fervently. "Of course! You’re amazing," he said earnestly. "I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you that for ages."

You stepped closer to him, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your chest. "I think you’re amazing too, Rolan," you said softly, reaching out to take his hand.

He looked down at your joined hands, his expression softening. "We can take this slow," he said, his voice gentle. "We don’t have to rush anything. I just want to be with you."

You nodded, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over you. "I’d like that," you replied, your voice steady.

Rolan guided you to the bed, his movements careful and considerate. As you lay down together, he continued to speak softly, his words filled with affection and nervous excitement. His touch was gentle, his kisses sweet and sincere.

As the night progressed, Rolan’s nervousness seemed to melt away, replaced by a genuine desire to make this moment special for both of you. His awkwardness turned into endearing attentiveness, and you found yourself feeling more and more at ease.

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Raphael:

The luxurious boudoir was dimly lit, a warm glow emanating from the ornate chandelier above. Raphael, ever the charismatic and smooth-talking devil, watched you with an intensity that made your heart race. Raphael stepped closer, his eyes filled with a smoldering affection.

"You’re nervous," he observed, his voice a soft purr. "Don’t be. You are a vision, and I’m honored to be your first."

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush. "It’s just… this is all so new to me," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

Raphael’s eyes softened, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek. "You have nothing to fear, my love," he said soothingly. "I will take care of you. Tonight is about you, about us."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You are worth more than all the treasures in the Nine Hells," he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. "I will go slow, cherish every moment with you."

His words brought a sense of calm over you, easing the tension in your body. "Really?" you asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Really," Raphael assured you, his smile warm and genuine. "I want to make this special for you. Every touch, every kiss, will be filled with my love for you."

He guided you gently to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. As you lay down together, he continued to shower you with words of affection and praise. His touch was light and tender, his kisses soft and lingering.

Raphael’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he spoke, "I intend to savor this, every moment. Corrupting such an innocent soul is a delight beyond measure."

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful whack on the arm. "Raphael!" you scolded, unable to hide your smile.

"I jest, my love," He chuckled, a rich, warm sound that filled the room. Though you only half believed him. He was true to his word, however, and regardless of what Haarlep had told you he was a very generous lover.

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This was so so so so sweet to write I hope y'all enjoy it ! - Seluney xox

[truetogaia]

the quality is so crisp that I can see his ARM VEINS OMG I need him I need him I need him.

pairing: dom!dilf!jake x fem!na'vi!reader

genre: smut, 18+

notes: I am so sorry for this LMAO it's kinda filthy but: Jake’s intercom starts acting up while he's on a mission with some warriors from the clan.

warnings: explicit and mature themes, A LOT of dirty talk, phone sex, daddy kink! ✩ means tiny time jump!

wc: 1k!

!NOT PROOFREAD! I Jake sully masterlist!

You were bored out of your mind, wandering about the village in search of something to occupy yourself. The sun was setting and night was eating away at the sky, leaving a star speckled darkness in its way. Your face was contorted in a frown as you kicked some rocks, just barely missing the entry to a hut. Having spent all day alone, in the solitude of your own hut, waiting for your mate to come back from his hunt, you weren’t exactly thrilled to spend the night the same way. 

You made your way back to your hut, entering through the flaps and securing it before taking a seat on the woven mat. Your legs were sore after carrying you around the forest all day without rest, aching terribly as you stretched them. Jake had been gone for three whole days now, leaving you all alone in your shared home. With this being the longest the two of you had been apart, the longest without him touching you in any way, you were starting to miss him.

You were desperate, and your navy skin was on fire after so many days without him. You decided to take matters into your own hands, only daring to disregard Jake’s request for you to leave yourself untouched until he came back because of how warm you felt.

✩ 

The air around you turned awfully warm as you panted and moaned quietly, overwhelmed by the sensation of your own fingers rubbing against your wet bundle of nerves. The sounds that escaped you were choked, soft mewls and whines occasionally seeping out from your plump lips. You rutted your hips against your hand in a desperate attempt to feel something, an attempt to recreate the feeling of Jake’s thick digits stretching you out.

Jake’s ears perked as a familiar sound erupted from his earpiece, making him halt his movements. This was unexpected, he thought, as your soft noises played in his ears, paired with the sound of  your squelching cunt. At first, Jake was afraid you were being unfaithful, that you were with another na’vi while he was away. But he soon came to his senses as he heard you chant his name, realizing what you were doing. 

“y/n, baby? You there?” 

Jake’s voice made you jolt, scared shitless that he had come back while you were so busy with  disobeying him. But the voice wasn’t coming from the hut, no, it came from the earpiece that you had discarded before deciding to… work on some self love. Your heart was beating wildly inside your chest as you picked it up, placing it in your ear.

“Jake?”  Your voice wavered, and he could hear how irregular your breathing pattern was. “I thought you were busy hunting..” He chuckled slightly at your attempt to redirect his focus, not falling for your little endeavor. 

“Well.. I was. But you see, I got a bit distracted.” He teased you, meaning he had heard you before. Oh how embarrassing, because not only had you disobeyed direct orders from your mate, you had also interrupted a very important hunt. 

“Oh don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I missed you, it’s so nice to hear your voice.” He chuckled, on the other end. “Why’d you stop, though? I don’t remember telling you to.” You couldn’t help the way heat settled between your plush thighs again, heavily influenced by his husky voice. 

“Go on, don’t let me distract you.” He demanded. 

You ran a warm hand down your abdomen, hesitatingly stopping right between your thighs. But you decided to keep going, slowly rubbing firm circles onto your needy clit. You brought your other hand to gently tease your entrance with your soft digits, whining when you slid them into your sopping cunt. 

“That’s right.” Jake’s voice filled your ears as you worked your fingers in and out of your squelching heat, covering them in your slick. “Tell me what you’re doing to yourself, baby.” Your pointy ears perked as you heard him grunt, “Include every little detail, can you do that for me?” 

You nodded to yourself, agreeing. “hmmn, ‘m fucking myself with my fingers, thinkin’ its yours...” Your voice was breathy as you continued thrusting your digits in and out. “Doesn’t feel nearly as good..” He hummed in delight, and you swore you could hear some interesting noises from his end too. “What’re you doing, daddy?” 

“Jus’ takin’ care of myself, honey. Couldn’t help myself at the sound of your sweet voice, using such lewd words..” He cooed, wrapping his large, warm hand back around his aching cock. Your muffled sounds were intoxicating, and he cursed himself for not being at home now. He could hear how wet you were, he could picture it in front of him. Oh how desperately he wanted to be home with you, with his cock buried deep into your tight cunt. 

He pumped himself as your strangled moans kept coming, “That’s right, baby. You wish I was there, hm? Couldn’t wait one more night for me to come home, ‘s that right?” You whimpered. “Yeah, I bet that cunt is fluttering at the thought of it, ain’t it? The thought of daddy’s fat cock stuffing and fucking into your tight pussy.” 

“Fuck!” You cursed, picking up the pace of your fingers. “Please, Jake, come home. ‘Want you here.. Want your cock” You sobbed as your fingers repeatedly hit your g spot, thumb busy rubbing at your puffy clit. Jake chuckled, having sat himself down, propped up against a tree as his fist worked over his thick girth. He pictured you now, with your legs spread wide for him, cunt drenched in arousal, completely ready for him. 

“Yeah? That’s a good girl. shit, ‘m gonna cum to those pretty sounds of yours..” He mumbled, grunting and hissing as his cock slid easily through his large fist. “G’nna come home tomorrow and fill that needy pussy.. g’nna fuck you dumb, babygirl.”  You moaned loudly at his words, finally reaching your climax. Your arousal coated your fingers as you came hard to the sound of his vulgar words. And Jake followed suit, spilling his hot cum all over his hand. 

“Fuck, baby..” His chest heaved as he came down from his high “You okay?” He asked, noticing how quiet you were. But he soon heard the quiet snores from your end, chuckling to himself, happy that you were finally able to get some rest. 

You were going to need it for tomorrow.

UGH THE WAY THIS IS MY WORST WORK EVER. I apologize, but I do have a good excuse!!

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Cowboy hat rule p.2

Hii guys I hope you enjoy part 2 of this story, here's part 1 if you've missed it :)

The next morning, you wake up feeling restless, your mind filled with thoughts of Daniel. His deep brown eyes, the way his lips felt on yours, the sound of his voice still lingering in your ears. You roll over in bed, hugging the pillow to your chest, wondering if last night had been a dream. It felt too perfect, too unexpected, but the hat sitting on the chair by the window is a reminder that it was all real.

You sigh, shaking your head as you stretch and sit up. Today’s your last day in Texas, and even though the memory of Daniel is burning in your mind, you know you can’t let it distract you. Your friend has planned for all of you to go to a rodeo today, the final adventure before you head back home.

After a quick shower, you rummage through your suitcase, settling on a cute denim skirt and a red top that ties at the shoulders. As you twirl in front of the mirror, you feel a little spark of excitement. You reach for Daniel’s hat, gently placing it on your head, your heart doing a small flip at the thought of him. It still smells like him, that mix of leather and warmth that made you feel safe. You run your fingers along the brim and smile softly, feeling a flutter of something deep inside you.

Once you’re ready, you meet your friends in the lobby, all of them excited for the rodeo. They tease you a little about Daniel, but you laugh it off, pretending the thought of him doesn’t have your heart racing all over again. As you pile into the car and head to the rodeo grounds, you try to focus on the day ahead, but his face keeps slipping into your thoughts.

The rodeo is bustling when you arrive. The smell of popcorn and barbecue fills the air, and the sound of country music floats through the crowd. You and your friends find seats in the stands, and you settle in, your eyes scanning the arena. You can’t help but wonder if Daniel might be here—Texas isn’t that big, right? You laugh at yourself, shaking your head. He’s probably back at the bar or out on the ranch, far from the chaos of a rodeo crowd.

But just as you're about to turn your attention to the show, you spot a figure in the distance. Your heart skips a beat. From where you're sitting, he looks just like Daniel—same tall frame, same casual confidence in the way he moves. You blink and lean forward in your seat, squinting. Could it really be him?

No. It couldn’t be. There’s no way he’d be here. It’s just a coincidence.

The show starts, pulling your attention back to the arena. The cowboys are skilled, roping and riding, the crowd cheering and gasping at all the right moments.

Finally, the announcer’s voice crackles over the loudspeaker, announcing the last event of the day—bull riding. The crowd goes wild, clapping and whistling in anticipation. You watch, trying to enjoy the moment, but the feeling of unease is still there, gnawing at the back of your mind.

The announcer calls out the name of the final rider. You don't hear it at first, but then you see him step out into the arena.

It’s Daniel.

Your breath catches in your throat. The world around you seems to freeze as you watch him walk out, his cowboy hat tilted low, the same confident smile you remember from last night. The crowd roars, but all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart.

It is him.

Daniel mounts the bull with ease, his movements smooth and practised. The bull bucks wildly, and Daniel holds on, his body moving in perfect sync with the animal. Time seems to stretch out, each second feeling like an eternity as you watch him ride.

When the buzzer sounds, Daniel dismounts, landing gracefully on his feet. The crowd erupts in cheers, but your heart is pounding too hard for you to join in. He tips his hat to the audience, that familiar, charming smile lighting up his face. And then, as if sensing your gaze, he looks up—straight at you.

For a moment, everything else disappears. It’s just you and Daniel, locked in each other’s gaze from across the arena. His smile softens, and his eyes twinkle with recognition. He tips his hat again, but this time, it’s for you.

Your cheeks flush as your friends nudge you, teasing you again. But you don’t care. You’re too lost in the way Daniel’s smile makes you feel—like you’re the only person in the world who matters to him in that moment.

As the rodeo wraps up and the crowd begins to disperse, your heart is still racing. The excitement of seeing Daniel, of that shared glance across the arena, leaves your thoughts spinning. You can’t just leave it at that—something is pulling you toward him, something more than just curiosity.

Before you know it, you’re standing, mumbling something about needing a breath of fresh air. They nod, distracted, and you take your chance to slip away unnoticed.

As you weave through the crowds, your mind races. What are you going to say when you see him? What if he doesn’t remember you? The thought makes your stomach flip, but you can’t help the little spark of hope igniting in your chest.

Finally, you spot him near the back of the arena, leaning against the wall with his hat pulled low, talking with a few other cowboys. You freeze for a moment, nerves tangling in your chest.

He sees you before you even get a chance to speak. His eyes light up the moment they land on you, and that familiar, slow smile spreads across his face.

"Well, look who it is," Daniel drawls, pushing away from the wall and sauntering toward you. “Didn’t expect to see you here, darlin’.”

You swallow, your heart pounding as you try to keep your voice steady. “I, uh… I just wanted to congratulate you. You were amazing out there.”

Daniel’s smile deepens, and he steps closer, his warm, brown eyes locking onto yours. “Thanks, but I was only half-focused on the bull.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Half-focused?”

He leans in, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Hard to concentrate when I’ve got a pretty little thing like you in the crowd, wearin’ my hat.”

Your cheeks flush, and you lower your eyes, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. You didn’t expect him to say that, and now your heart is doing flips inside your chest. “I… I didn’t think you’d notice.”

Daniel chuckles softly, his finger tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his again. “I notice everything about you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his thumb brushes lightly across your jaw. The intensity in his gaze makes your stomach flutter, and you suddenly feel very small under his attention, like he’s the only thing grounding you in this moment.

“And since you’ve been kind enough to congratulate me,” Daniel continues, his voice husky and thick with something that sends a thrill down your spine, “I think it’s time I collect my prize.”

Before you can respond, his hand slips to the small of your back, pulling you closer in one swift movement. Your breath hitches as you’re pressed against him, his chest firm against yours, his warmth surrounding you. There’s a fire in his eyes, one that makes your knees weak, and all you can do is stare up at him, your lips parted in surprise.

“Prize?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Daniel grins, a slow, dangerous smile that makes your heart race. “Yeah, sweetheart. A prize for putting on a good show.”

And then, without warning, his lips crash against yours.

The kiss is hot and insistent, nothing like the soft, tentative one you shared last night. His hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back as his lips move hungrily against yours. It’s overwhelming, the way he kisses you—like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as you have, like he’s claiming you as his in a way that leaves no room for doubt.

You gasp against his mouth, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shirt as if to anchor yourself. You’ve never felt anything like this before—the heat of him, the way his body presses you back against the wall behind you, the sheer intensity of it all. You’re dizzy, lost in the sensation, completely at his mercy.

Daniel’s hands explore your waist, his touch sending shivers through you. He’s rough and confident, the complete opposite of the innocent, hesitant way you respond to him. You moan softly into his mouth, and that’s when you feel it—his smile against your lips. He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your skin. “You look so damn good in my hat,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

Daniel presses you further into the wall, his body firm and strong against yours, and the heat between you flares to life. His hands are everywhere—on your waist, your hip, tracing the line of your back as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. Your own hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he responds with a low growl that sends a thrill down your spine.

When he pulls back just enough to look at you, his breathing ragged, his eyes are dark with desire. “You’re somethin’ else,” he murmurs, his voice rough as his fingers trace the curve of your jaw. “So sweet and innocent, but you’re driving me crazy.”

As Daniel’s lips trail down your neck, leaving a burning path in their wake, you let out a soft sigh, your fingers tightening in his hair. “Daniel,” you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze intense, filled with something deeper than just lust. “You’re somethin’ special,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t get enough.”

Your heart swells at his words, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe it’s the hat,” you tease, your fingers playing with the brim of his hat on your head.

Daniel laughs, the sound low and rough, and he leans in to kiss you again, his lips soft but full of promise. “Maybe,” he whispers against your lips. “But I think it’s you.”

[calmcoldevening]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write something for Thomas Hewitt. I mean if you don't want that's fine and things. You don't have too. But if you do I was thinking about something like the reader is like a baker and like maybe they worked near him when the slaughterhouse was actually open and up for business. If you do this thank you. Also have a nice day!

Of course, kitten. Thank you for your request! Have a nice day, drink water qnd and eat well, remember about your health please ♡⁠

Thomas Hewitt x baker!reader

• You've always enjoyed cooking for as long as you can remember. At first it was something simple, but these dishes were already very tasty. Over time, you realized that you wanted to do only buns and various cakes.

• You lived in a small town in Texas where rumors spread very quickly and everyone knew each other. Your baking became popular very quickly, dozens of people came to you every day and small children came running in the hope of eating something new and delicious.

• You knew about the Hewitt family, and they even visited your bakery a couple of times. He was usually a tall, muscular guy with long hair, as you found out later, Thomas. Despite his rough appearance, he was always quite timid and shy when he placed an order at your bakery. The guy couldn't talk, so usually his mom would write him a note. Over time, you yourself began to understand what he needed to buy. Thomas seemed like a very nice and caring guy to you. From time to time, he would come to your bakery no longer for bread or anything else, but just to see you, and bring with him a slightly careless bouquet of wildflowers. It was so sweet. And even though you saw how other residents of the city looked at him, you didn't care. You even gave Thomas various buns and cakes 'just for his beautiful eyes'. It was very confusing for the guy.

• Thomas stood at the counter with his head down, long dark hair covering his face, hiding his bright maroon cheeks. The guy's eyes ran wildly across the floor, feeling his own heart beating loudly in his chest, and his hands nervously fingered the edge of his shirt. You always made him blush, he doesn't know why.

• Before, Thomas, most of the time, didn't care about his appearance, after all, he just went to work. But now, every time Luda sent him to your bakery, Thomas tried to look neat and tidy, he began to take care of his clothes and other things. Now he could be seen with his long hair tied in a low ponytail.

• The guy really liked your baking. When you got closer, you even let him into your kitchen. The man was sitting good on a chair, just watching your gentle movements and enthusiasm for cooking. He was delighted when you gave him a taste of cream or dough. Thomas was also happy to help you if you needed it.

• The man has always been surprised by your passion for cooking. And he also didn't understand how you could cook so beautifully, he had never eaten anything so delicious in his life. If Thomas was the epitome of cruelty and brute force, then you looked like a gentle fairy godmother who always gives warmth and care around.

• When the city eventually emptied, you surprisingly did not want to leave this place. And you've become attached to Thomas. It all happened so fast that you didn't even have time to figure out how it happened. And so, you were already at the Hewitt house, standing in the kitchen, once again cooking some sweet masterpiece, and Thomas was standing behind, gently hugging your waist. He loved your pastries and sweets. But his favorite sweet was you. And although you didn't like their lifestyle, you were happy to brighten up their cruel lives with your sweets. You even sold them in Mrs. Hewitt's shop, which she was very happy about, because they bought your cakes very well.

[faggot-vampire-dies-epicly]

Love me in spite

Summary: In the dimly lit corridors of a warehouse, Vanessa seeks solace for the haunting memories of her father's legacy—animatronics that once brought joy, now concealed in the shadows. As the newly hired security guard, you find yourself drawn into Vanessa's world, your professional duty transforming into a deeply personal connection. | Words: 3.072K

Warnings: References of child death, murder, trauma, references of manipulation and coercion, references of stabbing, hurt/comfort, some fluff, kissing. Fem!reader.

A/N: I'm sorry this took me so long, writing is way harder than I remembered. I still don't know if I did well, so if you have any advice or compliments or even criticism you can comment. I promise to be quicker with the other releases. Title's from Out like a light by The Honeysticks.

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After months of job hunting and sending resumes, you were starting to lose hope. You had applied to any possible position just to pay the bills, but still, nothing came of it. 

The day you finally contemplated just giving up, the phone rang. Stunned, you had answered to find a woman on the other end offering a job - night guard at a warehouse. You had never wanted to work in a warehouse, let alone as a night guard, but you were desperate, and the thought of having a salary seemed heavenly, even if the pay was narrowing the minimum wage.

You agreed with the woman to meet the next day at the warehouse and hung up.

The next day you showed up at the warehouse and found a police car parked outside. You frowned, confused as why would a police car be in a place like this. The warehouse's door opened, and a police woman stepped out of the building. Her gaze met yours and she smiled, “are you Y/N?”

Your heart fluttered, her voice was soft and sweet. You nodded and she gestured at you to follow her.

“My name's Vanessa. Vanessa Shelly. I was the one who called yesterday,” she explained as she guided you around the building. You arrived at a room where animal looking robots were standing on a makeshift stage.

“The job is simple, the shift starts at midnight and finishes at six. All you have to do is stay awake, keep an eye on these guys,” Vanessa said, pointing at them, “and of course, make sure no one gets in.”

You stared at the curious looking robots, you had never seen anything like them before. “What are these?”

Vanessa grinned, “animatronics. They were used for children's birthday parties back in the 80s.”

You hummed, getting closer to them to see them better. “How come they're in a place like this?”

Vanessa shifted, a little uncomfortable and sighed, “well, I suppose the owner brought them here for a good reason. It's not part of our job to ask those questions.” She shrugged nonchalantly, you stayed silent.

She stared at you for a moment, “come, I'm going to show you your office.”

“How come you are the one hiring me and not the owner?” You asked, entering the office with her. She hummed. It looked like she didn’t like being asked too much questions.

“Well, let’s say I owe the owner a favor,” she spun around, facing you. “This is your office.” 

You looked around the room, it had just a few things. A bunch of monitors with the security cameras footage, a desk and a chair. 

“Cozy,” you murmured and Vanessa chuckled, making your heart skip a beat. You could feel heat crippling from your neck to your face.

She cleared her throat, “Well, that’s basically it. Remember, no sleeping,” she warned. “Hope you have a good first night,” she turned to you, extending her hand and you shook it. She smiled at you one last time and then left the building.

You had stood there, heart beating wildly in your chest. It looked like it was going to be harder than you initially thought.

It had been weeks since that first encounter and you had grown accustomed to her presence. She would sometimes show up to bring you food or coffee, and sometimes even just to check on you.

After the first night with the animatronics, she had called you to check up on you and you had frantically asked why those things moved. She sighed, explaining everything to you. From the disappearances of the kids in 1985, to where the bodies where.

You had been horrified, and she offered to just pay the night, saying you didn’t need to come back again if you didn’t want to. But you stayed, “I need the money after all,” you told her, and she let out a sigh of relief.

“Why did you want to hire someone instead of leaving them here?” You had asked Vanessa, one of the times she had shown up to bring you food. She sighed, lowering her gaze, “I… I don’t want the kids to be alone. I wanted someone to check on them. I know, it’s stupid.”

You hummed. “I don’t think it’s stupid, I guess it’s kind of sweet?” You said, chuckling. She smiled. 

“Does the owner know?” You asked absentmindedly as you checked the cameras, Foxy was still in his cave, and Bonnie was beginning to move. “Know what?” She asked, her voice cautious. 

“Does he know what’s inside the suits?” 

She shivered, her expression dropping. She looked uncomfortable, frightened. You frowned at her silence, turning to look at her. “What's wrong?” 

She realized she had to tell you everything. And she did.

She told you about her dad, how he had forced her to help him with his crimes, even when she was a child. “He said he was doing bad things to other kids so he wouldn’t do them to me,” she whispered, teary eyed and a knot formed on your throat. 

She told about what happened the last time he tried to harm someone, how a guy named Mike and his little sister, Abby, had saved her after her father had stabbed her. She told you she had spent weeks in the hospital, slipping in and out of a coma. How relieved she felt he wasn’t here to manipulate and harm her anymore, how guilty she felt for that relief. How grateful she was of Mike and Abby, who had understood her, and helped her when she believed no one else could.

And you felt for her. You felt her pain, her relief, her gratefulness. You felt angry, too. At her father for being a horrible person, at the world for leaving her on her own to deal with all this trauma. How did no one ever realize something was wrong?

You hugged her, and Vanessa, sobbing, returned the hug.

After that, you only grew closer.

She would visit more often, smile more, and worry about you. You couldn’t stop noticing the lightness on your chest whenever you thought of her, the way the blood rushed to your cheeks when she touched you absentmindedly as she told you about her day, or how she got closer when she told you something she was excited about. You didn’t know when it started, you just knew it was too late to prevent your feelings from invading your mind and senses.

It didn’t feel like a burden to you, though. You were ecstatic. Every day you were more excited to go to work, you wanted to see her, hear her, be close to her. You didn’t know if she felt the same, but you didn’t expect it either. You knew she still had a lot of things to sort out, and you didn’t want to become one of those things and give her more trouble than what you were worth. You were more than happy being just her friend.

It was a day like any other when Vanessa arrived at the warehouse, unannounced. She opened the door to your office and stood there,keeping a strong grip on the doorknob, looking at you before she had the courage to step in. 

You were in your chair, reading. The animatronics hadn’t been active that night, and you took advantage of that to finally start a book Mike had sent to you as a “welcome gift” as he and Vanessa had put it. You didn’t lift your gaze from the pages, choosing to tease her first. “What can I help you with, officer?” You said, amused.

She swallowed, looking at the floor before looking back at you, a few seconds passed in silence before she gathered the courage to speak. “He's back,” she whispered, her grip on the doorknob becoming stronger. 

Confused, you lowered the book before straightening up on the chair, “who’s back?”

Vanessa sighed, letting go of the doorknob and making her way to your desk, her head low and shoulders slumped. She slowly sat on the edge of the desk without answering your question. Your heart immediately sank.

“Vanessa,” you reached for her hand, “who’s back?”

Vanessa closed her eyes, breathing shakily while squeezing your hand. “My dad. He’s… he’s alive,” she took a sharp breath, “he’s alive and he’s looking for me. For this place.” 

She swallowed. "You need to run away from this place. From me."

You quickly stood up from your seat, grabbing her shoulders in an attempt to ground her. “Vanessa, look at me, okay? Breathe, take a deep breath with me." 

You guided her hand to your chest so she could feel you inhaling and exhaling.

She shook her head, agitated and retired her hand. ”He’ll come. He'll find you. He always does,” she said desperately, tears slowly spilling from her eyes.

She looked so fragile, so small. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around her, maybe give her a kiss or two, but you scrapped that thought quickly, aware that this wasn't a good moment to yearn for that kind of contact. “How did you find out?” You asked. She shook her head again, “ it doesn’t matter.”

“Hey, look at me,” you cupped her face with your hands, her green eyes met yours and she relaxed slightly, her breath starting to calm down. "Nothing is gonna happen to me, alright?"

You slowly brushed away the tears with your thumbs and she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. You whispered reassuring words to her, as her grip on your shirt eased. But her calmness didn't last long.

"You don't know that for sure." She answered, opening her eyes, her voice still wobbly. 

Vanessa had a pleading look in her eyes that said “please listen to me, please take my advice.” 

You sighed. “Vanessa…” 

There was no way in hell you were going to escape and leave her behind. You just couldn’t.

Her hands started smoothing out the wrinkles she had left on your shirt with her grip, “I know you need the job, but please. This isn't worth risking your safety.”

You frowned. “So you're just going to deal with him on your own?” 

Vanessa tried looking away, but you stopped her, gently placing your fingers under her chin, turning her face towards you and looking into her eyes. You smiled, trying to comfort her.

"You don't have to confront him alone anymore. You have me and Mike by your side."

Vanessa sighed, looking down, “with you, it's different.” Her voice was barely a reluctant whisper, and you had to lean in to catch it.

Vanessa pressed her face against the space between your neck and your shoulder, finding solace in the comfort of your embrace. She held onto you, desperate for warmth, for understanding. You wanted to give her that.

"Vanessa," you whispered. She raised her head, meeting your gaze. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, her eyes glazed and vacant. Your heart ached at the defeated look she gave you, Vanessa had always seemed so strong to you, it was the first time you had seen her act this timid and vulnerable.

“I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to simply leave you behind to save myself. I'm not like that, and you know it.” She let out a soft whine, muttering something about you “being impossible” as she tried to pull away from your touch, but you didn't let her.

“I care about you, Vanny. I really do,” you said softly. Her eyes widened at the nickname.

“I know,” she said, not looking at you, she couldn’t meet your gaze. “But that doesn't change anything. He's still looking for me. He's going to find this place, and you with it, and I won't be able to stop him.” Her bottom lip quivered and she finally pulled away from your warmth.

“I… I just, I just can't let you get hurt for my sake, I wouldn't forgive myself.” She bit her bottom lip, worried. You wanted to look at the beautiful green eyes you had grown to love and tell her she didn't have to worry about you, but she kept avoiding your gaze, wrapping her arms around herself.

You reached out to her again, but she drew away from your hands. “I can take him on by myself,” she offered, giving you a weak and sad smile. “You shouldn't become a part of this.”

“But I already am!” Your voice sounded desperate, you couldn't believe she would rather confront her father on her own than by your side. “Please, Vanessa, you are important to me–”

“You're important to me, too! That's why I want you safe!” Her sudden outburst left you speechless.

“You– you came into my life like a ray of sunshine, dissipating the shadows obscuring my heart and I just can't stand the thought of him hurting you.” 

Her voice broke, tears threatening to spill from her eyes and down her face again. You were shocked, your heart skipped several times and for a moment you thought you were hallucinating.

“You're just so… perfect,” she sniffed, blushing and looked away. You felt your face heat up as you blushed as well.

Your trembling hands reached out for her again, gently cupping her cheeks and she didn't push you away this time. 

She finally met your gaze, eyes wide and shiny. She focused on every detail of your face. “You fill me with a warmth I thought I would never experience,” she mumbled and you felt like swooning. “I’ve felt cold and alone for so long, but your presence is something that warms my heart and my soul. When I'm with you I feel alive.”

Her words and the look of utter adoration she was giving you felt overwhelming.

“Vanessa–” you began to say before she interrupted you. “I think that I… that I'm in love with you,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

You felt like all the air from your lungs disappeared, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. At your silence, she opened her eyes and noticed your shock. She tried to pull away again, giving you an apologetic look, but you spoke before she could.

“I'm… I like you a lot,” you said, breathless. “I've wanted to tell you how I feel, how I've always felt since the moment I first saw you at this warehouse.”

She shuddered, eyes watering again. You let out an incredulous chuckle, “please don't cry, I don't want our first kiss to taste like tears.”

She chuckled and closed her eyes. You smiled and leaned in, pressing your lips against hers. Her lips were soft and warm, and you felt time slow down as you took all in, from her sweet words to her gentle touch. Vanessa tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss, pressing her lips to yours harder. Her fingers traveled from your shirt to your hair, pulling softly at your strands while one of yours stayed on her cheek and the other found the small of her back.

You pulled her closer and felt her hum against your mouth, and you knew you had to pull away before you got too lost into her. When you did, you felt her breath against your lips and it took every ounce of strength in you to not kiss her again.

You pressed your foreheads together as you tried to process everything. Her voice took you out of your thoughts, “this is the most cliché thing I've ever done,” she murmured and you laughed.

She pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, a small smile on her lips. “I never thought I would be here kissing you and telling you–” she cut herself off, red as a beet, “you know what.”

You smiled back at her, finding her blush extremely endearing. “I know.”

You let a few seconds pass in silence, “so, are you still going to tell me to run away and leave you? Because if you weren't going to convince me before, you definitely won't convince me now.”

Her smile wavered a little. “I… As much as I want this… I don't know if there's any hope for us.”

You stroked her cheeks tenderly with your fingers, humming softly. “I have hope. I can hope for the both of us until you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, too.”

"I don't think I'll ever see the light at the end of this tunnel," she whispered quietly, "I always thought that I'd leave this world with nothing but my fears and regrets. That I would be buried and forgotten, taking my father's sins to the grave.”

Vanessa looked away, "I've spent the past all my life hiding from the world." There was sadness and resignation in her tone, and you wished you could take all that away. "I don't want you to carry my burdens, too.”

“Maybe I can't do much, but I can always offer a shoulder for you to lean on. I can always offer you my comfort. I'll always be here for you. We can get out of this, Vanny. Together.”

Her green eyes met yours, and she blushed again. This time, she gave you a small smile, her eyes sparkling with something you couldn't quite decipher. 

“Together.”

You nodded and took one of her hands.  raising it to your lips, you pressed a tender kiss on the back.

She stayed with you until your shift was over, and you slowly made your way out of the building between kisses and giggles. 

The morning air was cold and crisp, but her fingers curled around yours made you feel warm. She pressed one last quick, tender kiss on your mouth before getting in her patrol car, promising she would call you later and then finally drove away. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world as you watched her car disappear in the distance.

Of course, you were worried about what would happen once her father found the warehouse. Of what would happen and what would you two have to do to avoid disaster and/or getting hurt. All the possibilities flooding your mind. But when you felt Vanessa embrace you tightly, you also knew that as long as you had her by your side, you felt like you could take on the world.

A/N: Reblogs are appreciated.

[haravath0t]

❀˖° 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 ❀˖° hatori sohma x sohma!reader

₊ ⊹❀ 𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: when the curse breaks, his first course of action is to look for you.

₊ ⊹❀ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔! 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕! 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞!

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤: angst, fluff, pining, topic of grief, awkward!hatori and awkward dialogue, hatori getting that ending he deserves

Hatori was taken aback, all his thoughts were put on hold as his focus was redirected to the sudden hole he felt in his heart. 

He hadn’t felt such intense emotions in such a long time, it even took him a few seconds to label what they were. 

Regret, anger, remorse, attachment, loneliness. 

Tears rolled down the doctor’s face, his jaw clenched as the thread between God and Dragon severed. Hatori could only accept the repeating conclusion in mind in this spiral of emotion. Goodbye.

Yet, as Hatori blinked, his gaze back towards the sky, the emptiness seemed to wash away, making way for something else. Hatori felt the warmth of the sun shining on his face, like frozen snow melting due to the first breath of spring. “What comes of snow when it melts?” 

Hatori’s eyes widened, his gaze blurry as his heart tightened in his chest. He couldn’t even breathe. What was a few moments in time felt like an eternity. Hatori felt like his spirit left and came back with a hard-hitting force. It was like a second awakening. When was the last time he felt this warm? When was the last time he felt like this once eternal blizzard would come to an end. The usually collected doctor everyone knew Hatori to be now is akin to a lost boy trying to find something familiar in an unknown world.

Hatori had to make peace with the way things must be after suppressing your memories, telling himself endlessly that those memories of you will remain intact on that snowy day. This was to protect you, your happiness, your future, your freedom. Thus, Hatori was more than willing to support you from afar, to watch you smile rather than spend your days in tears, crying for him. He was okay with the routine he had persisted to abide by, till Tohru came along. He couldn't help but see you in her panic when he transformed in front of her. “Water! Wait, hold on, which kind of water does he need? Freshwater or saltwater?” He could only hear you, see you, remembering the sight of you panicking as you held a flailing seahorse in your arms amongst a pile of clothes. Now that the curse broke, Hatori realizes he is entering a new life entirely, one with a cage, a leash, without snow.

Hatori couldn’t help but let his mind wander along the numerous possibilities that have opened up. He’s certain everyone was with the ones they cherished. He stared back at the picture of you on his desk, tears welling up in his eyes at the thought of liberation. “Could I…” He whispers, almost afraid that someone may reprimand him for such questions. Could I see you again? Can I see you smile once more?

Hatori’s body, as if on impulse, sprints out of his office, swiftly putting on his shoes. It only registers in his mind as soon as the sun greets his face that he is heading towards a destination he’s been aching to go to for so long. He takes familiar turns within the outside of the Sohma estate, his feet being worked in ways Hatori hadn’t had done so in a while. His heart beats wildly in his chest, the very thought of being near you makes him feel nauseous. However, the sound of a squeak stops Hatori in his tracks, his feet halting as his head snaps towards its direction. He almost wishes he hadn’t. 

“Ah, damn,” You mutter, almost wanting to cry out of frustration. You were quite the pathetic sight, at least that’s what some of the clan would say. To Hatori, this was almost on brand for you: standing still in shock as cans and boxes have fallen out of the now torn plastic bag, a whole clutter of items spilling onto the path. Hatori knew the reason too well. She overpacked.

His brow furrows, his bottom lip almost quivering as his once determined steps now creep with trepidation. Should he approach you? Will you welcome his presence, or will you press some distance? Will he be able to speak? Will he be okay with the possibility of this interaction being a one off?  Hatori finds his mind remembering the day he had suppressed your memories, the day the cold snow felt nothing compared to his hand resting on your head. He can’t shake off the sight of you crying, not out of anger towards him, but out of frustration towards yourself. Even till that moment, you were thinking of nothing but him. 

“I’m sorry,” You weeped, your eyes unable to meet his own in utter shame, “It’s my fault for not protecting you.” Hatori remembered how your shaky fingers tried to find his bandaged eye, resting on it, your touch trying to commit it to memory. How it was your fault. It was all your fault. 

Hatori knew you had that narrative sealed in your conscience, and he only kneeled with teary eyes. None of his words could soothe you, relieve you, protect you. Yet, a selfish part of him spared a few more seconds, knowing that this could be the last time he’d be able to touch you, feel you under his fingertips, even if it were to erase the memories of the most beautiful mind he’s ever seen. 

“H-Hatori,” You cried. Whether it was your plea for him to stay longer, to soothe you once more, or to curse him, Hatori didn’t know. All he knew was that he could not bear to associate his Spring with sadness and tears much longer. So, he did it, erasing the memories of those blissful two months. 

The memory alone was enough for Hatori to turn his back to you, feeling as though he was foolish for even attempting to get close to you once again. Yet, the quiet mutterings that are heard from you make his eyes close, making him remember how your voice alone was once proof of the domesticity he had achieved in being with you. How it brought the warmth of Spring to the otherwise barren and unfeeling winter of his life. “Here, allow me,” Hatori blurts out, turning back around to be by your side. He kneels beside you, picking up the rest of your groceries that have fallen out of your bag. 

Your breath couldn’t help but halt, your eyes blinking in disbelief at the sight of the man beside you. “Hatori?” You ask, almost as though you were accidentally conjuring up his visage instead. Yet the sight of his focused gaze on your groceries told you otherwise. Little did you know how the mere utterance of his name was enough to make the family doctor’s heart wrench. 

“You overpacked again,” Hatori grunts, carefully taking the rest of your grocery items in his arms. The sight of his lips curled up at the corners was enough for you to smile. Whether it is out of embarrassment or giddiness, you aren’t too sure yourself. You only knew it was a delight seeing him. 

“Ah, I guess,” You say with a lighthearted laugh, cradling the other half of spilled groceries in your arms. Neither of you were able to get a word out of your mouths, the tension in the air palpable. You knew better than to stay in this awkwardness for a moment longer, so you motion with a tilt of your head towards your arms. “Here, you can place those groceries here, my house is not that far away. I’m sure you’re busy, I think,” You ramble, unsure of how to at least make this conversation flow without it being so awkward. In your point of view, you had confessed to Hatori of your love in the past, and Hatori had gently let you down, saying he was not looking at such commitments at the time. It was not long till you stopped being his assistant, too embarrassed to even be in the same room as him after your strong confession. 

“I’m not busy today,” Hatori reassures you, that smile of his face small yet genuine. It only makes you swoon, just as it had when you were his assistant. “Besides, I believe you won’t be able to carry all of this with a torn bag, let alone in your arms.” It was a sound argument, and it was safe to say it was in alignment of your current interest in mind. 

Hatori now found himself walking side by side with you on the way to your house. He merely asked you what you have been up to, and you’re back to the way you were. Your eyes seemed to be a window to your soul, your emotions on full display as you talk about your recent endeavors. You were always quite the chatterbox, and the mere reminder being right in front of him rather than a memory was more than enough for Hatori. Here you are, running back and forth in the kitchen, Hatori having to watch you as he leaned against the wall. The amount of times where Hatori wanted to cry at the sight of you was enough to make Hatori lose count. You weren’t even noticing how attentive Hatori was being, the way that small smile remained on his face as you rambled. It almost feels like it was one of those days, those days where you beckoned him after work to do domestic things. Be it grocery shopping, making lunch, or taking a walk around the estate, you have always enjoyed living life alongside Hatori. 

How he aches to live like this once more.

“Monstrous, Loathsome, Cursed.” These were the only words Hatori had ever been able to describe himself and the Sohma family. They were untouchable, isolated, and their reliance had been only towards one another within the Zodiac. It was greatly underestimated how often you make Hatori feel so human, how often you remind him of the possibilities he has always had access to. Even with suppressed memories, your infectious glee and your genuine kindness has that same effect. 

“You’re quiet,” You note quietly to Hatori, your gaze one of concern as you put away the last of groceries in your kitchen space. The attention drawn to him makes him snap out of his reverie, the doctor blinking as he processes your words a second longer than needed. “I’m fine,” Hatori grunted, a small nod to you as an attempt to get you off his tail. 

“Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “No, Hatori, I mean it. We both know that I chat a lot and-” “Y/N.” “And listen! It’s such a valid complaint! I’ve done a bit of growing up you know and-”

“I just missed you!” Hatori groans, the words charged with frustration at face value, yet to him, it meant more. So much more. Seeing that it stuns you to silence, Hatori couldn’t help but realize he may have been too harsh in his delivery of words. However, the mere fact that he no longer was staring at a picture frame, no longer relying on his mind to conjure your visage, no longer wondering if his memories of you remain outdated…

Hatori Sohma has never felt so alive. 

And so, he takes a quiet inhale and exhale, knowing a chance like this is rare. 

“I just miss you,” Hatori admits, his voice quieter now, one that uncovered his vulnerability, his longing. You were only looking at Hatori in surprise, your lips parted as you remained stuck in place. You have never heard Hatori speak with such conviction, always associating Hatori with logic, reason, level-headedness. Yet here he stands, as if it hurts to breathe, as if the room shrunk ten times smaller. “I know that given what has transpired between us it sounds unlikely, but I quite enjoyed your stories. Forgive me for sounding harsh-” 

“Then have lunch with me,” You blurt out, saying it as though it is the easiest problem to solve. 

It throws Hatori off, leaning forward against the counter to make sure he was hearing you correctly. “What?” “You miss me. I missed you. We catch up over lunch.” 

“You’re being hasty over this. It is not that simple.” “Oh, but it is!” You argue back, the sliver of hope giving you that same courage to push for this, the apparent need of time with one another. Your hopeful smile falters, your jittery behavior returning in the form of twiddling fingers. 

Hatori’s gaze softens seeing it, knowing very well that this was indicative of the possibility of you backing away from the offer. The idea of you doing so shatters Hatori’s heart, reminding him of the times before, where especially with Akito’s harmful words and actions, you did nothing but blame yourself. Hatori never wanted you blaming yourself for something that you wholeheartedly ached for. “I’m sorry,” You say, your tone more distant.

“No, um, I’m sorry,” Hatori grunts out, looking down at his hands. He almost wants to yell at himself for being like a naive teenager who knew nothing of the world. It feels like his years worth of bargaining, denial, and self-reflection were seemingly being thrown away by his own hand. He has to do this, either commit now, or be left wondering for the rest of his life. Hatori has spent too much time wondering and thinking of ‘what if’s. Hatori wants to commit to the former. “It’s just been so long,” Hatori confesses, his shoulders starting to slump in resignation. It felt good as it was terrifying, resigning to the truth. It felt better knowing he was showing this side of him in front of you once more. “It’s been a while since we saw each other. I’ve been wondering how you were, if I am being honest.” Hatori saw the way your eyes seem to light up at his admission, the way you smile in embarrassment. It was infectious, enough to make you smile. He almost melts on the spot seeing how it lights up the world around you both. 

“Then, do you have the time to stay for lunch? Maybe to catch up?” You ask quietly, the smile never leaving your face. Hatori watches you tilt your head to the side in curiosity and hope, your brows raising in anticipation for his answer. Hatori could only let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. Persuasive as always.

“Of course,” Hatori breathes, a relieved smile on his face that mirrors yours upon hearing his words. Hatori sighs, pushing himself off of the wall and heading for the door. You look over at him in confusion, already trailing after him. If there was any force that he’d willingly surrender to, it’s you. The way you allow him room to respond, to choose, to decide. You remind Hatori of his freedom of choice, of his right to choose, his right to see Spring again. Only then does he regain his footing, his confidence, himself.

“Hey! Where are you going? I was going to-” 

“You aren’t making anything,” Hatori replies flatly, slipping on his shoes before opening the door for you. “Let’s go. Lunch is on me.”

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You're Human Too: Chapter.2 Devotion Pair: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader Summary: Your first time with Gojo. CW: Sex, P in V, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Fluff, Pussy Eating. Do not repost or translate my works. AO3

Who would’ve thought love would mean night-ins just creating a world for the both of you. Ignoring what happens outside and just focusing on yourselves. How home has become a pair of arms holding each other tightly not wanting to break the embrace. It’s still a strange wonderful feeling how familiar you two have always found one another. As if your souls have known each other in the past and have found each other again and again. Love has many meanings; it can be shown is so many different ways. By touch, a gift, words or something as simple as a genuine smile. Loving Satoru Gojo was different in the best way possible. Complicated as he can be it was an easy type of love. Built on years of friendship, lame jokes, teasing remarks, caring for one another. Just embracing one another's greatest achievements and faults.

Moments alone together are rare, but it’s important to remember you both have a right to steal a moment for yourselves. Even if fun means staying indoors with a movie and some take out.

The small date you both had planned for today had to be rescheduled, it seemed like the weather wasn’t in favor of your plans. Sudden showers were announced, so you both opted for a date in. Neither of you minded it, rain, food and cuddling while watching tv? That sounded like a perfect evening. That is until the silence was disturbed. Gojo wouldn’t stop pestering you , asking what was it you liked the most about him, what made you fall for him. “Come on just tell me why do you like me so much. What do you like about me” he asks dragging every word making them longer in an high pitched voice. Movie forgotten playing in the background, you sat on his lap facing him. Surprised by you he goes to speak and you immediately put a finger up to his lips. Raising an eyebrow at you he goes along with whatever you’re gonna do, grabbing you by your hips, he lowers himself more on the couch so you can sit comfortably on his lap. The way he’s smirking while looking at you makes your heartbeat accelerate a bit. How could it not? Gojo tends to have that effect on you. Intense gaze never letting up, ceaseless teasing on the daily and nonstop flirtatious remarks. But one thing was always present and it's his way of loving and caring for people. Words weren't always his strong suit, but his devotion is always there.

Mustering up some courage to spill a fraction of your feelings for the snow colored haired male; you can almost feel your heart clawing its way up your throat. You bring up your shaky hands to take off his his sunglasses and put them off to the side. Bright blue eyes staring back at you, you give him a genuine smile and he does the same. Lowering your face so your lips are hovering over his you whisper to him “I think the moon, the night sky, and all the stars in the universe are jealous of the galaxies you hold in your eyes alone. Here I am lucky enough to have them looking at me with so much devotion, so much care, so tenderly. I'm glad that between heaven and hell, we were lucky enough to find each other, here in the middle.” you finish sounding breathless.

Gojos hands tighten around your waist and for a moment you think it made him uncomfortable. Before you could say anything one of his hands is grabbing you by the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. He's kissing you and it's robbing you of air. This kiss feels different compared to the others you two have shared. Every kiss has been indescribable but this one is all consuming leaving your senses revitalized. Your skin feels hot feeling his lips moving softly against yours but there’s so much emotion behind it - a sense of urgency. Trying to convey everything he feels for you. Hearts beating wildly against each others chest. Breaking the kiss to catch his breath he takes in your disheveled look. The kiss is deeper and it's left every nerve in your body on fire. You shudder at the feeling of his hands running up and down your sides gently squeezing you. He hasn’t responded to your words yet, still processing them. A sudden realization came over him and something inside him shattered. And the desperation to touch you and kiss you came instantly. Breaking the kiss he takes a deep breath, admiring the view in front of him. He wants this moment ingrained in his mind forever, like one remembers a favorite song. Always playing in the back of your mind at the most random of times bringing you back to that first moment you heard it; causing the same happiness to replay again and again. You’re his and he is yours for the rest of each other’s lives and even after that. If there was one thing he was sure of is he'd love you in the past and he'd love you in any existence. If the both of you existed at the same time his heart would always search for yours.

From the first moment Gojo saw you he knew you were it for him. The way you made him feel left him making up mind long ago. If it ever needed to be, he'd sacrifice the world for you. You purely cared for him, him as a person. His title was something attached to him wherever he went, but it was something you didn't care for. You acknowledged and knew it for a fact he was indeed the strongest, but at the end of the day he was still the same annoying but funny Satoru Gojo you'd known for years. Knowing he wasn’t the easiest person to be around at times made him appreciate you even more. You never left, always there for him no matter the time or day. He feels his chest tighten at the realization crashing down on him, he was in love with you. Deeply, madly and completely in love with you and he had been for a while now. Those three words are burning the tip of his tongue wanting to escape. Lips parting slightly, breathing heavy, you both take a moment and are left staring at one another. The way you’re looking at him would have brought him to his knees if he were standing. He starts littering tender kisses around your face and neck. A delighted sigh escapes past your lips.

“Y’know”-he starts whispering near your ear voice dropping an octave-“ever since I first saw you, I knew you were gonna be in my life. Didn’t know if it was gonna be for the best or crap” he chuckles. “It took me years to admit it to myself even though I already knew what I wanted with you. I have a flawed personality, and you never seemed to mind it. I was so scared of hurting you but you always put me in my place when it needed to be done. I felt my life begin again when we made it official between us. You have turned into my sun and moon; it’s you and always will be you.”

His words have eased any doubt you had within you. Awestricken by them you find yourself suddenly growing timid. Not knowing what to say you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Aw, my girl got all shy on me. Cute.” Gojo says teasingly. To get your attention he decides to softly pinch the fat of your cheeks between his index and thumb. What he gets in return is a groan from your lips and a low ‘stop it’. “No” he scoffs — “I’ll keep going until you look at me”.

He might be annoying sometimes but he always means well; he really does. Growing up in such a strict household where he was only seen for his gifts left him with little to no room for fun. Making up for lost time seems like the easiest explanation for why he is the way he is. Who could tell someone as powerful as him what to do? —(Well you could and he’d do anything you ask of him.) But the way he acts is also a mask at times, but he has to keep it up he thinks. He can’t let people worry, as the strongest sorcerer he has to protect everyone around him. It’s a tough weight to carry a lot for just one man alone to do. But it’s something he’s accepted long ago; so having you in his life resets him. Reminds him that he deserves moments of peace where he can enjoy simpler things. Be it fate or the universe, the both of you were meant to cross paths and meet.

Running your hands along his forearms you land on his hands and guide them down to wrap around your waist. Chests pressed together you both feel one another’s erratic heartbeats. It’s cute how nervous the both of you are —you both think simultaneously— but neither speak up about it; just wanting to enjoy what’s happening. Gathering up your courage you start the kiss slow and he follows you, letting you dictate the pace. He hasn’t moved his hands from where you put them relishing how soft your skin feels under his fingertips as his grip gets tighter.

Moving one of your hands to cup his cheek you bring the other one up to tangle in his hair. Giving his hair a small tug you tilt his head back a bit to deepen the kiss. Mouth agape gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue in and you do. Losing yourselves in the moment, the feeling of one another neither of you know how long you’ve been in that position. Gojo decides to bring one of his arms across your back, resting his hand on your shoulder blade while the other is tight against your waist. Pressing you harder against his body. His cock is straining against his pants and you can feel it against your core. Involuntary you start rocking your hips back and forth, small moans escaping from your mouth. Shame is nonexistent as you try to feel more of him. Angling your hips and pressing yourself more on to the outline of his cock to feel more. Gojo is fighting the urge to throw you against the sofa and fuck you stupid. The noises you are making, the warmth from your core mixed with your movements have him almost coming in his pants. He’s helping you grind your hips even harder on him, drunk on every sound you’re making. Wrapping your arms around his neck you rest your lips on his — “more” you whisper.

A small grunt leaves his lips as he grabs both of your cheeks with his big hands. “Are you sure Angel?” Gojo asks in a hushed tone. Shaking your head up and down you think it’s enough of an answer for him. But as he presses his lips to your forehead to leave a fleeting kiss he murmurs “I need you to say it sweetheart” and you can hear a the touch of nervousness behind his tone. Always the worried one with you, treating you like glass. He just wanted to be sure you wanted this just as much as him —as if the events prior weren’t enough of an indicator— wanting everything with you to be as perfect as possible. “I’m sure Satoru, promise” you give him a bright smile.

Outside it has started pouring, the rain letting its presence known with small thuds against the windows. Everything feels serene, rain and your small whimpers are the only audible things in Gojos living room.

Drawing back from his place on your neck, he gently appreciates the slowly blooming marks coming to life around your throat. As Gojo runs his thumb slowly against them he swears your skin feels softer and better than any silk he’s ever touched. Admiring the purple and reddish marks leaves him with a sense of satisfaction. Finally after all this time, he can mark you like he’s always wanted to. Finally — he thinks —people will know you’re taken when he can’t be beside you. “You always look so pretty” he says says - cupping your cheek.

His hands tightened under your thighs as he gets up from the sofa holding you. “Let’s move to my room so it’s more comfortable, yeah?” he says in a hushed tone voice sweeter than honey. Carrying you deeper into his apartment, towards his room he lays you on his bed. The room is dimly lit, lamps casting a low steady warm light — Gojos preference —as you are familiar with. Since the last rays of the sun are hidden behind rain clouds the room feels even cozier. The sheets feel so soft you think; Gojo on the other hand is processing how to even start. He’s not a man that second guesses himself, always sure on what he wants. But when it comes to you, he always gets nervous and he feels something strange in him-doubt is trying to settle in. You’re the best chance he’s ever let himself take. Letting someone see who he truly is is something he thought he wouldn’t have the luxury of experiencing.

Before he can even react you’re pulling him down onto you and connecting your lips together. “What’s wrong, Satoru? We don’t have to do anything y’know.” you finish off with a peck to his lips. Looking down at you makes a sense of calm wash over him. You are really his home, the way you calm his nerves with just a simple question. So used to being told what to do and not being checked on afterwards—you really are his angel. “Sorry there baby, got lost in how gorgeous you look under me. Bet you’re thinking the same there.” that lopsided smile he’s giving you makes you melt. But you still want to wipe it off of him. If he isn’t teasing or poking fun it’s not Gojo. It’s part of him and something you’re used to.

You tug at the bottom of his t-shirt -signaling-for him to take it off. As soon as he does you reach up and run your hands over each bit of exposed skin you can reach from your position under him. Goosebumps rise on his skin as soon as he feels your warm hands touching him. “Okay, okay your turn” he says smiling while swatting your hands away.

Leaning more towards you he moves his large palms to the soft mounds of your breast, caressing and squeezing over the sweatshirt you are wearing. “Help me take it off,” he murmured looking at you. Bare chest exposed to his eyes has him biting back a moan as he watches your nipples pebble exposed to the cold in the room. His breath gets caught at the back of his throat as you lay back down. Strong hands grab your parted thighs so he can fix his position “How about this next, angel?”. Getting shy at his question you’re left nodding. Gojo raises a brow and gives your right thigh a small squeeze. “Y-yes” comes out your stuttering answer as you raise your hips to assist him in taking your pants off.

Left in just your underwear you feel his eyes run up and down your body. Making his way up your body he leans on his elbows leaving a kiss on your lips. Leaning down near your ear he whispers in a deep voice “I’ve been wanting you for so long, you have no idea and I’m gonna show you, Angel”. Leaning on his left arm he brings his right hand down to your breast taking your hardened nipple between his finger gently pinching and squeezing your tit. The kisses Gojo is leaving along your jaw down to the curvature of your neck are scorching your skin. You’re whimpering at the feeling of his soft lips running across the marks he had left earlier. Closing your eyes drowning in the feeling of his lips you open your eyes when you feel his warm tongue swirl around your hardened nipple. When your eyes meet with his he sucks harder while pinching your left nipple. A loud moan escapes your mouth and at that a sudden wave of possessiveness hits him. He’s reveling in the fact that no one else gets this view and as long as he’s alive no one else will. The way you’re squirming under him and he hasn’t even fucked you has him in a daze.

The noises you’re making has his cock painfully hard but he just wants to focus on you first. Wanting you to be ready to take his cock. Gojo removes his hand from your breast and starts dragging it down your stomach, calloused fingertips leaving a goosebumps in their wake. Fingers gripping and touching every bump and curve over your body, wanting to memorize you entirely. “You’re so perfect. Aren’t you, hm?” you can almost feel the vibrations of his voice against your chest.

He’s wearing that wolfish grin of his while looking at you. Leaving a kiss on your clavicle he back up and rests on his knees. Hands resting on your thighs his gaze fixes on the wet patch in between your legs. “What if I touch you here, Y/N?” hooded eyes not breaking contact from where he’s touching. He seems hypnotized, grabbing your panties he stretches them over your sensitive nub watching your pussy lips swallow the offending piece. Gojo is fighting the urge to rip it off, wanting to have have a little more fun with you. To distract himself he starts rubbing slow circles over your clit watching the material get darker the wetter you got. It’s a sin how good he’s making you feel when he still hasn’t taken your panties off. Looking at him you notice the way the dim lights seem to dance across his pale skin. Your hips are involuntary moving trying to feel more while he’s toying with you. “‘Toru come on” you whine at him. Heat pooling in your lower stomach.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long and here you are being impatient. But I can’t say no to you baby.” Warm hands grab the waistband of your panties and he’s pulling them down your legs. Palming his cock over his sweatpants he takes a real good look at you, and to him you look ethereal. A goddess walking amongst men in this pitiable world. He will worship your body, mind and soul.

Getting rid of his pants he's only left wearing his black boxers. “I bet you taste as sweet as you look” —“keep your legs here” he speaks in a raspy tone —placing them on his shoulders— words sounding a little breathless. The thumping of your heart is so strong you almost miss the feeling of Satoru trailing kisses on the inside of your thighs, nipping at your skin. The teasing glint in his eyes ever present looking at you become desperate for more of him. Making his way to your cunt, you feel his warm breath fanning over your folds, lips hovering over your wet cunt. He leaves a kiss before he's bringing one of his hands to spread you open. A groan left his lips as soon as he tasted you. Addicting is the first word that pops into his head. Strong hands pin your hips down to the bed so you don't move away from him. The only thing on his mind is your pleasure. Having his tongue against your clit he spells each letter of his name. "You're mine pretty girl" his sultry words combined with his actions has you whimpering his name.

Swirling his tongue around your clit he presses his face harder into you to suck at your clit. Dragging his tongue up and down your wet cunt teasing you before he buries his tongue in you. The thrusting of his tongue in and out of you, massaging your inner walls has you squirming under him. Stealing a look at your moaning trembling figure he sees you gripping the sheets under you. The noises you're making have him rutting his hips against the mattress searching for some type of relief on his aching cock. One of your hands reach out tangling your fingers through his hair pulling at his roots. A quick burning pain washes over him and he lets out a small hiss. Lifting his gaze he's met with your tinged pink face already looking back at him. "I-I'm sor-" before you can apologize -thinking you hurt him- he's pushing your legs up towards your chest, leaving your cunt even more exposed for his eyes. "Do it again if you want, Angel" he says licking his lips. Smiling he gives your clit a kiss, then another and another until you feel his soft lips dragging against yours. Every moan is like music to his ears and it's the sweetest melody he's ever heard. He doesn't want it to stop; wanting to know what other noises he could pull out of you. Trying to close your legs around his head as the feeling is getting a bit overwhelming as your orgasm is creeping up on you. Moving your legs you open them wider and grab his hair and you hold his head still. Gojo lets out a filthy moan feeling your clit pulsing on his tongue. Rising your hips to grind yourself against his mouth, you're reduced to a mess of broken moans and he lets you think you have control. Sliding his tongue frantically around your lips he flicks and sucks at your clit. The tightening you feel on your lower stomach has you feeling hot all over, a thin veil of sweat is covering the both of you. Your voice replacing the silence of the once serene room, now all that's heard is a mix of your moans and the sound of hard rain hitting the window. As you're about to fall off the edge of pure bliss he stops his movements. "I thought I told you not to move your legs" he taunts ripping your near orgasm away. He gives your cunt a gentle slap and you want to cry. "Gojo I was so close what the fuck." the pitch of your voice is higher than usual signaling your annoyance. Tears threatening to spill at your frustration.

"Oh I'm Gojo now" he says chuckling "don't break my heart like that you just looked so cute. I wanted a better view." Sitting on his knees a lustful shiver runs down his spine while he looks at you, eyes crinkling as he smiles. Dragging two of his thick fingers against your heated cunt to gathering some of your wetness. He gently starts prodding at your opening. Slipping one finger in to the first knuckle. You let out a small hiss at the intrusion- chills start prickling your skin. A sinister grin present as he watches you move your hips against his hand. "I don't think one is enough for you, angel. Huh?" sultry voice laced with a smile he adds a second finger. "I have to make sure you're ready, sweetheart" the white haired male says while changing his position to hover over you. His long thick fingers are reaching depths yours never have. Pumping his fingers in and out of your wet cunt the squelching sounds bouncing off the walls would have embarrassed you. But the way he curls his fingers, mercilessly abusing that special spot inside you has you in a daze. Pleasure creeping up again you feel the coil start to tighten. Gojo is desperately kissing you, wanting to see how you look coming for him. He's loved every minute, second of how your body has responded to his touch. Breathy moans escaping your mouth you look up at him "please let me cum, please, please" body quivering - voice desperate. His eyes widen at your words barely recognizing your voice. A new sense of urgency hits him, he has to make you finish and fast, before he's coming in his boxers without fucking you. Taking his fingers out of you, he moves them desperately over your clit. "My pretty girl, I know you're gonna feel amazing around me once I'm done here. Aren't you?". You're not processing his words blinded by the pleasure you're feeling. Just left a babbling mess of "Yes-yes-yes" and "I'm gonna cum". And then it hits you, the power of your orgasm flooding all your senses. Tremors wracking your body, breathing heavy. You hear Gojos tender voice saying your name and then you feel his warm lips over yours. "Are you alright, Angel?" covering your face with your hands you let out a small "yeah" with a low laugh.

Giving your forehead a light kiss he backs up, finally letting his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers. The view in front of you made your heart skip a beat. He bit his lip, holding back teasing remarks at your surprised expression. "I can't wait to have you cream all over my cock" he says. The admission made your throat go dry. eyes exploring every inch of pale skin. Giving himself a few pumps, he runs his cock against your cunt for lubrication. Bringing himself to hover over you, he aligns himself with your entrance. He wanted to go slow, but the desperation in him is winning; fully sheathing himself in you with one thrust. Both releasing a moan as your hips settle against each other you wrap your legs around his waist. You feel even better than he could have ever imagined.

You really are perfect he thinks. The strongest sorcerer in existence is just putty in your hands. You could mold him to whatever you want and he’d do it. But you always let him know he’s perfect being who he is. He plants both of his hands on either side of you and takes a look at you. Eyes locking together you’re softly smiling at him. And he really thinks he doesn’t deserve someone as perfect as you. But if anyone dares to even look at your direction in a wrong way he knows he’d end them. The room is silent for a moment, it’s as if you’d read his mind. You bring one of your arms to wrap around his back and tangle the other one in his messy hair. Pulling him down towards you to connect your lips together. Saliva connecting you both, eyes hooded in pleasure looking back at leaves him picking his thrusts back up. The sound of skin slapping and moans filling the room.

“This pussy was made for me. You’re mine, pretty.” Sucking in a sharp breath feeling your cunt get tighter around his cock at his words. “You like hearing that don’t you?” Trying to escape his intense gaze you try to look somewhere else but he quickly has your chin between his fingers making you look at him. Raising his brow he waits for an answer. “Yes, yes. I’m yours Satoru” you speak bashfully.

”I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. And before you ask, yes I’m yours.” he says in his usual teasing lilt. You would laugh at his last sentence and question how can he sound sound so calm while he’s balls deep in you. But the way his cock feels - the way his pelvis is rubbing your clit steals any coherent thoughts you would have. Cock plunging deep inside of you dragging deliciously against your walls. Whispering sweat nothings in your ear, voice low and raspy. Sweat covered bodies moving in sync. The stinging you’re causing by dragging your nails down his back breaking his skin have him moaning into your mouth. He will only be this vulnerable with you, no one else will ever get this side of him.

Having his infinity on all day, everyday has left his skin so sensitive to touch. And being able to have those walls down around someone is something he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to enjoy. But here he has you under him, leaving angry red marks down his back, pulling at his hair and biting his lips in a passion filled frenzy. You really are his piece of personal heaven.

Every time he pulls his hips back you miss the way he fills and stretches you. Slender fingers holding you at your hips loving how soft you feel under his fingers. Kiss growing sloppier by the second while you grab fistfuls of his hair. He’s kissing his way down to your chest to swirl his warm tongue against your peaked nipple while he pinches the other one with his free hand. The feeling of his cock plunging into the soft plush of your cunt is driving him crazy. Languid rolls of his hips has you arching your back wanting to feel him go even deeper. “You don’t have to hold back. I’m not made of glass” you say feeling heat spread under your skin - fingers dancing over his back in a loving matter. The deep chuckle he lets out against the shell of your ear sent chills down your spine. As his strong arms tense holding him up he gives you a deep sharp thrust that steals you of your breath. “More like that sweetheart?” he says with a coy tone. Hips snapping against yours with such force that its forming ripples against your skin heavy balls slapping your ass. He’s intently watching your face contort into one of pleasure. He knows you’re getting near, orgasm building up, the way you’re clamping down on his cock has him struggling to focus. Your eyes snap shut and your head falls back into his pillows as the tip of his cock starts bullying that special spot inside of you. “Right there, right there. Ah-ah” you’re practically screaming out. He could feel his cock twitching, his own undoing nearing. His merciless rhythm combined with his sweet words pushes you over the edge. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, heels digging in his back. Strangled noises coming from you unable to form a coherent sentence. Gojo feels your walls fluttering and that’s the trigger to his orgasm. “Shit-shit” he pulls himself out of you at the last second he finishes on your stomach. Looking at the mess between your thighs and now on your stomach he gives you an apologetic smile for the mess. Coming down from all the events that have transpired you admire Gojos snow colored hair as it’s sitting wild against his sweat covered forehead. Drinking in how he looks. Pale skin tinged pink with the aftermath of his orgasm. His delicate voice shakes you from your thoughts “let’s go get cleaned up, sweet Angel. Well with the noises you were making I don’t think you sounded like one. I wonder if the neighbors heard you” he voices in an aloof manner. “Oh well free show for them.” he says looking at you with a lovesick look on his face.

You grab and throw one of his pillows at him. “Shut up, Satoru. Let’s just go get washed up please. I don’t even want to think about that” you say sounding nervous.

“I’m just kidding baby” he smiles looking at you then faintly whispering “maybe”.

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[robo-writing]

Under Cover of Night

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira/Reader (AFAB) Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Word Count: 1k words Summary: A midnight rendezvouz leaves Carlos with more than he bargained for. Warnings: 18+ content, dom! reader and sub! carlos, blowjobs. Author's note: This man gives me such enormous brainrot that I cranked this out in the span of an hour. Unbeta'd and unashamed, enjoy.

Red-faced, flushed a pretty pink as he looks up at you. As large as Carlos is you tower over him, a dominance not shown by size, but by the power you hold over him. Your words sweetened, a promise spoken of pleasure beyond his dreams.

“Just a bit longer baby,” you coo, the sound melodic. “Hold out for me and I’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

The softest touch drives him mad, makes his hips buck wildly as your fingers move so slowly around his cock. It’s evil, how you stoke the lust infesting his senses only to take it away, again and again.

The first time he grew frustrated. Head falling into the soft cushions, a shudder traveling down his spine, barely holding onto his threadbare sanity with a sly smile.

“Gonna have to do a lot better if you want me to submit, sweetheart.”

You smiled at him, a warning, like a shark baring their teeth before their next victim. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

He should’ve listened, because the second time was slower, more built-up, and even more drawn out than the first. His chest heaved, struggling to breathe under the weight of his own need. Only when your hand ceased its movement did he realize that he’d rather stop breathing than have the pleasure end.

A gasp, a deep inhale, and then: “Please—fuck—why’d you—“

You made sure to kiss him right on his chest, right over his heart. He wonders if you can hear it, hear how the muscle pounds away like a drum, before you look up at him between your pretty little lashes.

“I thought I told you already, I’m not stopping anytime soon.” 

A hand reaches down his abs, stopping to trace the prominent v-shape that makes his cock leak just that bit more. A choked noise escapes him when your hand suddenly surges lower, squeezing the base of his length with no warning.

You planned this, he thinks to himself. The grin widening across your face is telling.

The third time he can barely remember, far too gone to pay attention to anything that wasn’t you and your lips against his cock. Soft, plush lips moving faster and faster, the wet noises accompanied by moans, no, pleas of your name.

“Fuck me—I can’t take this,” he groans, hands tight against the fabric of the sofa. “I need to cum, for the love of god—“

He nearly cries when you leave him wanting once again, hips pathetically moving upwards in search of any friction, only to find none. “Jesusfuckingchrist—“

Spit lines your smirk, devilish in its design. You move back to his aching dick and for a moment he has hope that this torture will end, that he can finally be released from the net that is your ministrations.

That hope is extinguished when you blow on the head of his cock, watching intently as he twitches at the slightest breeze.

Overworked, over sensitive, and still so fucking desperate. He lets out a pathetic gasp, voice hoarse from overuse. “You’re cruel.”

There’s a twinkle in your eye, almost as if you were proud of the fact. “You asked for this Carlos.”

He did, he remembers, over a bottle of tequila that same night. Lips loosened by alcohol, he told you a secret in confidence; that he hadn’t been dominated before.

“Really?” You had asked him, shocked. Another shake of his head before downing another shot, the burn radiating through his chest.

A beat, and then. “Would you want to?”

He raises his eyebrow. “Want to what?”

“Be dominated.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the gleam in your eye when you asked, but something compelled him to nod slowly, taking in how good you looked under the light of his small apartment.

You had crawled between his legs, the small couch barely enough to fit the both of you. “I asked you a question Carlos, so I need an answer.”

You traced his bottom lip with your thumb, straddling him so perfectly. The look you gave him, one of pure seduction, is an image that will be etched into his mind forever.

“Yes ma’am.”

He’s ripped from his thoughts, a stuttering cry ripping itself from his throat. Your lips are back on him, accompanied by a hand fondling his balls. 

He’s so pent-up, the moans echoing off the walls nearly unrecognizable, a mess of half-finished sentences. 

“Please let me cum,” he exhales quickly, and this time tears really do leave his eyes, rolling down his face. “I need it, fucking christ—“

He wants to be gentle with you, to spare you the aching jaw you’re sure to wake up with in the morning, but right now his body doesn’t care about what he wants. No, it’s instinctual, primal, and when his hands find themselves in your hair he gives no thought to anything except what he needs, and what he needs right now is to cum.

The minute stutter of his hips is the only warning you’re given before he thrusts into your mouth with reckless abandon, the filthy sound of him fucking your throat ringing in your ears. You gag, hold onto his thighs for dear life and make no effort to stop him, nose buried against his pelvis.

Carlos is lost in a sea of desire, babbling frantically as he uses you for his own needs.

“I’m sorry, I can’t—fucking hell—“ he cries, his grip on your hair getting tighter. “I need to cum, need to fucking cum—god you feel so fucking good…!”

It doesn’t take long for him to finish, but it takes him a minute before he stops. Your mouth is filled with his salty release, so much so that it leaks from the corners of your mouth, a mess of spit and cum. He doesn’t stop moving after he’s finished, as if his brain hasn’t caught up with his body yet. Even as his thighs shake his fingers don’t leave your hair, lazily moving against your mouth until his body can’t anymore, falling limp against the soft fabric.

His cock leaves your wanting mouth with a pop as you assess your current situation. Carlos is still muttering your praises under his breath, a slight shudder racking his body, while your own underwear is slick with your own arousal. 

You’re definitely going to lose your voice in the morning, but making Carlos lose his sanity under you more than makes up for it.

[entomolog-t]

Spoiled Snacks

I love the concept of size shifters who unabashedly love being small. Not so much in a fluffy sense where they just feel so safe and comfy... But in a spoiled wanting to be pampered sense. Like smug little gremlins who just want to be carried around.

Word Count: 632

CW: Fearplay,

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No matter how many times you ask them not to walk all over your plate, they never listen. Every meal time its the same thing. They shrink down, hoisting themselves up onto the table, and walk right over to your plate, enjoying whatever you’ve made for yourself. 

“Ohh,” their voice is thick with that quintessential mocking tone, “but I’m sooo small. You won’t even notice what I’ll take.” 

You narrow your eyes. 

“I wish I didn’t notice you.” They snicker at your remark, continuing to pick off of your plate. The first time they had shrunk had been jarring to you both. It had been without warning. One moment they were walking towards you, and the next they had seemed to vanish into thin air. Had it not been for their soft yelp of surprise cutting the silence you weren’t sure you would have noticed them. 

Things... things had changed since then. You almost missed the days where they had sat in your cupped hands, eyes wide with fear. The way the had to close their eyes before you touched them, the way their hands shook before they touched you... With the privilege of hindsight, they had been adorable. While you didn’t want them be terrified of you again, anything was better than this. 

What had once petrified them had quickly become their preferred state. You couldn’t remember the last time they willingly walked somewhere; you having become their primary mode of transportation. Personal space had so quickly become a thing of the past. They quite literally had taken to walking all over you, and they absolutely knew it. 

They were smug.

You try to shoo them away from your plate with a spoon but they duck and weave, nimbly avoiding being pushed from your plate. Their laughter feels taunting. You lean closer to them, eyeing them up and down. All you get in return is a smirk as they sit on the edge of your plate.

“I miss when you used to be scared of me.”

For a split second, that smug little smirk gets wiped right of their face. You don’t quite catch the emotion that replaces it before they begin to chuckle, but you didn’t miss the way the tips of their ears had turned bright red. 

“Thats on you.” They say nonchalantly, as the pull some more food directly from your plate. When they see the confusion on your face, they continue, “I never really thought of you as a gentle person until all of this” they say, gesturing to themselves. “But boy was I wrong. They way you’d dote on me left and right? The concern in your eyes every time you picked me up? How am I supposed to be afraid of someone as soft as you?”

You snort. Soft, huh? You can feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. 

“How are you supposed to be afraid?” Slowly, you pinch their ankle between your thumb an index finger, “How about I show you?” 

You lift up, bringing their foot up towards their head and sending them tumbling to their back. Before they can sit back up you press your fingertip to the center of their chest; pinning them to the table. The feeling of their heart beating wildly in their chest is oddly exhilarating. 

“How about you stay off my plate,” you say, as you loom over their tiny frame. You bring yourself much closer, face inches away from their body. “Lets I mistake you for something a bit more-” you pause, flashing them a toothy grin “tasty.”

The change occurs suddenly. 

One second you’re looming over a miniature human, the next, there's a full grown person splayed out on your table, eyes wide, cheeks red, and completely on top of your plate. 

You’re the first to break the silence. Doubling over, you laugh. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you look at their flushed face, expression completely dumbfounded.

“Don’t you worry,” you tease, “I don’t eat spoiled snacks.” 

[violetduchess]

Love Lost

CW: rejection, unrequited feelings, angst

Characters: Rengoku, Uzui, Obanai, Gyomei

Rengoku

You have been secretly in love with Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, ever since you first saw him in action. He was strong, confident, and radiated a warmth that drew you in like a moth to a flame. You have always admired him from afar, but never had the courage to express your feelings.

One day, you finally mustered up the courage to confess your love to Rengoku, only to be met with a polite but firm rejection. Rengoku explained that while he was flattered by your feelings, his duty as a Hashira left him with no time for romantic relationships. He also apologized for not being able to return your feelings, and hoped that you could understand and move on.

You were heartbroken, but you knew that Rengoku was right. As a Hashira, he had dedicated his life to fighting demons and protecting the people of Japan. You respected his dedication and commitment to his duties, and knew that he could never reciprocate your feelings.

You tried to move on, but it was difficult. Everywhere you looked, you were reminded of Rengoku - in the sound of the flames crackling, in the smell of burning wood, in the way the sunlight filtered through the trees. You longed to be by his side, fighting demons together and sharing in the warmth of his flame.

Despite your heartache, you continued to support Rengoku in his duties as a Hashira. You admired his unwavering determination and his ability to stay positive even in the darkest of times. You tried to be a source of strength and support for him, even though your own heart was heavy with unrequited love.

As time passed, you slowly came to accept that your feelings for Rengoku would never be reciprocated. You still admired and respected him, but your love had transformed into something more akin to admiration and reverence. You knew that he would always hold a special place in your heart, but you were ready to move on and find happiness in other aspects of your life.

You continued to fight alongside Rengoku, and together, you helped to vanquish countless demons and protect the people of Japan. Even though your feelings for him were unrequited, you were proud to stand by his side and fight for what was right.

In the end, you realized that love takes many forms. It can be the warmth of the sun on your skin, the sound of laughter among friends, or the feeling of satisfaction after a job well done. Even though your love for Rengoku would never be returned, you were grateful for the experiences you shared together and the lessons you learned along the way.

Uzui

You have been in love with Tengen Uzui for as long as you can remember. His charm, charisma, and confidence have always drawn you in, and you find yourself daydreaming about him constantly. You have tried to keep your feelings hidden, knowing that he already has three wives and would never return your affections.

One day, you finally muster up the courage to tell Uzui how you feel. You approach him at his mansion, your heart beating wildly in your chest. You declare your love for him, your voice shaking with emotion.

Uzui is taken aback by your confession. He gently takes your hand and tells you that he is honored by your feelings, but that he cannot return them. He explains that he is already committed to his three wives, and that his heart belongs to them alone.

You feel a pang of disappointment, but you try to hide it. You tell Uzui that you understand and that you will respect his wishes. He thanks you for your understanding and offers you a kind smile.

Over the following weeks, you try to move on from your unrequited love. You focus on your training and your friendships with the other demon slayers, trying to put your feelings for Uzui aside.

But no matter how hard you try, you cannot shake the feelings that still linger within you. Every time you see Uzui, your heart aches with longing, but you keep your distance, knowing that he is already spoken for.

One day, you overhear a conversation between Uzui and one of his wives. They are discussing the upcoming mission to defeat the Upper Rank demons, and you can tell that Uzui is worried about the safety of his wives and their unborn child.

Without thinking, you step forward and offer to help in any way that you can. Uzui is surprised by your sudden offer, but he accepts it gratefully. You realize that, even though your love for Uzui may never be returned, you still care deeply for him and want to help protect the people he loves.

As you all prepare for the mission, Uzui thanks you for your assistance. He tells you that he appreciates your bravery and dedication, and that he is proud to have you as a member of his team.

You feel a sense of pride and fulfillment at his words, knowing that you are helping to protect those you care about, even if it means putting your own feelings aside. As you face the demons together, you find a new sense of strength and courage, inspired by the love that Uzui has for his wives and their child.

In the end, you know that your love for Uzui may never be reciprocated, but you are content in the knowledge that you have found a new purpose in life - protecting those you care about, just like Uzui.

Obanai

You have been a member of the Demon Slayer Corps for some time now, and you have always admired Obanai Iguro from afar. His quiet, brooding demeanor and impressive skills have always intrigued you, and you find yourself drawn to him in a way that you can't quite explain.

Despite your feelings, you know that Obanai is not one to show affection easily. He keeps to himself and rarely interacts with anyone outside of the Corps. Still, you can't help but dream about what it would be like to be with him.

One day, as you're walking through the training grounds, you spot Obanai sitting alone under a tree. You take a deep breath and approach him, hoping to strike up a conversation. However, as soon as you start talking, you can tell that he is not interested in what you have to say.

You try to keep the conversation going, but Obanai's curt responses make it clear that he is not interested in getting to know you any better. You feel your heart sink as you realize that your feelings for him are not reciprocated.

Despite the disappointment, you continue to admire Obanai from afar. You watch him train and fight with a fierce determination, and you know that he is one of the strongest members of the Corps.

As time goes on, you begin to accept that your love for Obanai will never be returned. You focus on your training and your duties, knowing that there are bigger things at stake than your own personal feelings.

Even though you know that your love is unrequited, you can't help but feel a sense of fondness for Obanai. You appreciate his dedication to his work, and the quiet strength that he exudes. You find yourself wishing that he could see you as more than just a fellow demon slayer, but you know that it is not meant to be.

In the end, you come to realize that sometimes, love is not about being with the person you admire, but about appreciating them for who they are, even if they can't return your feelings. You know that you will always hold a special place in your heart for Obanai.

Gyomei

You are a young demon slayer who has been working closely with Gyomei Himejima, one of the most powerful and respected members of the corps. You have always admired Gyomei's strength and courage, as well as his kind and gentle nature. Over time, your admiration has turned into something deeper, and you have come to realize that you are in love with him.

One day, as the two of you are resting after a particularly difficult battle, you decide to take a chance and confess your feelings to Gyomei. You tell him how much you admire him, and how much you care for him. You wait anxiously for his response, hoping that he will feel the same way.

Unfortunately, Gyomei does not return your feelings. He tells you that while he cares deeply for you as a friend and colleague, his heart belongs to the demons he has sworn to fight. He explains that his mission to protect humanity is his top priority, and he cannot allow himself to be distracted by anything else, even love.

You are devastated by Gyomei's response, but you understand and respect his decision. You know that his commitment to the demon slayer corps is unwavering, and you would never want to jeopardize that in any way. Still, it is hard to ignore the ache in your heart as you watch Gyomei continue to fight and protect those around him.

Over time, you try to move on from your feelings for Gyomei. You focus on your training, and on supporting your fellow demon slayers in their battles against the demons. You try to find solace in the knowledge that Gyomei is out there, fighting for what he believes in, even if he cannot return your love.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[newpathwrites]

Arms Wide Open - Chapter 7

His breath subtly deepened a bit more, and you could imagine his eyes darkening with desire.  For the first time in your adult life, that wanting image felt safe and even comforting - not taking or pressing…

“Please?”  He asked - he didn’t demand.  How different this was from your past dalliances.

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Summary: Intimacy in the dark…

Notes: Let’s assume that all safe sexual practices are being employed here, whatever they may be in the Star Wars universe.

Also we’re going to pretend that Din owns a real shower, not a sonic.

Warnings: Non-explicit sex (minimally descriptive), vague allusions to past sexual trauma.  Rating on AO3 is now updated to Mature.  Minors DNI.

Word count: 1.8k

Read on AO3

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You kissed and simply explored for a very long time.  How was it that you could be so damned aroused and yet so patient?  

But as it turned out, it wasn’t so much the sex that you wanted but rather to know this man intimately - all of the parts he wouldn’t share with anyone else… 

His face… his hair… his mouth… whatever skin you could reach…  You had never had intimacy like this - earned in exchange for real trust and affection. 

Of course, that certainly didn’t mean you wouldn’t like to explore his other parts, too.

You would not take any agency away from Din to decide when or if to cross that barrier, but you could demonstrate your willingness and leave it for him to pursue if he so desired.

And that’s how your shirt came off, tossed to the side on the floor behind you.

Din froze momentarily, not having expected this development so abruptly, but his want to proceed became clear as his hands moved up to cup your breasts over the fabric of your chest bindings.

“Can I?” he asked in a strained whisper.

Oh, stars… you could feel his arousal now.  This was happening.

“Yes.”  The word barely made it out of your mouth before his lips were on the swell of your breast, moving along each inch of newly exposed skin as his fingers pulled the fabric down and off achingly slowly until it was tossed to the floor, as well.

Your breath caught in your throat as he took one nipple in his mouth and used a hand to grope the other before moving to the other side.  Your heart was beating wildly with anticipation, and your breath was erratic due to the building arousal.  It was embarrassingly difficult to control the motion of your hips.  

His hardness was pressed right up against you in this position, and he seemed to be struggling, too, breath heavy.

Bless him for not making you ask out loud because, no sooner did you reach that point of desperation, were his hands traveling down to the waist of your leggings and tugging them slightly down for better access.  

“This is okay?”

“Please, Din…” you begged, bringing his fingers yourself to slip inside of your underwear, guiding him to precisely where you needed him.

And boy, did he remember what to do once he got there.  It didn’t take all that long before you were shaking in his lap and holding on to his neck for dear life.  

Instead of the self-serving dirty-talk other men had offered in this scenario, Din whispered the sweetest words of quiet encouragement in your ear - and of all things, that was what put you over the edge.

It took several long seconds, collapsed against his chest and catching your breath, to recover from the most long-awaited and hard-earned orgasm of your entire life.  It had never felt quite like this with anyone else before, and you desperately wanted to find this pleasure with him…

You lifted your head to kiss him one more time before asking the ultimate question, taking a small risk and laying your fingers lightly over his erection, still confined under the fabric of his pants.

“Do you want to?”

His breath subtly deepened a bit more, and you could imagine his eyes darkening with desire.  For the first time in your adult life, that wanting image felt safe and even comforting - not taking or pressing…

“Please?”  He asked - he didn’t demand.  How different this was from your past dalliances.

He hissed into your mouth as your hand palmed him a few times with more intention while dropping off his lap to kneel between his legs for a moment, giving you more space to fumble in the dark for his zipper and help him pull his pants and underclothes down his thighs.  

You took the liberty of touching him, too, for just a minute, rewarded with a few small whimpers of quiet pleasure.  But this was not what you both really wanted, now was it?

Standing to remove your remaining clothes, you climbed back over to straddle his thighs.

“Ready?” you asked, caressing the back of his neck affectionately.

He huffed and leaned forward to kiss you lightly, though his voice betrayed his need.  “Very.”

You sunk down on him exceedingly slowly - it had been a very long time, and while it felt absolutely amazing, it was a bit intense at first.  Gods, he was so sweet about it, nevermind his own pressing arousal, making sure you were alright when you paused partway to adjust and gently encouraging you to relax.  

“You’ve got me in a death grip, mesh’la.  Just take a few deep breaths.  We can stop if you need to.”

You did not want to stop.

Eventually, after some calming breaths and a concerted effort to relax your pelvic floor as he rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, you were able to settle on him fully.

And after that, it was fireworks.

You moved against each other slowly this first time, likely an effort on his part to ensure you weren’t injured, but that was okay because the position allowed a very satisfying depth.  

Stars, it felt amazing and connected and safe… and just so good…

There was little talking, your mouth continuously occupied - kissing anywhere and everywhere possible as your hands roamed under the shirt he was still wearing before moving to wrap around his neck, keeping close as he neared the end.

Still, you broke the silence to reassure him before he would have to ask, putting his mind at ease: 

“It’s safe if you want to…”

He swore under his breath - as if this wasn’t already incredible enough, he was allowed to finish right here inside of you.  

Gods, he realized in the haze of pleasure, he might love you…

Your patience… your kindness… just everything about you… you… you…

He came with a muffled groan, face buried in your neck, and you rode out the aftershocks with him, staying put while he recovered his faculties, rubbing circles on his back soothingly.

“I think that went well…”

He laughed against your collarbone before lifting his head to kiss you properly.

“That was downright incredible… and it was just the first try…”

“Hmmm…” you hummed, smiling against his cheek.  “I hope there will be many more… You’re still in your clothes - that must be remedied next time.”

Truthfully, he was thankful that you didn’t push him tonight, and it was part of what he’d grown to love about you - you simply accepted all of his limits, no questions asked.  He felt naked as it was without the beskar, and skin on skin might have been too overwhelming with all of the other unfamiliar sensations of this sort of intimacy, at least this first time.

“Do you… want to stay the night…?”

This felt like a full circle moment.  You’d accidentally spent a night on his couch the first day you met - and now you would spend the night in his bed with full intention.

“You’re pretty serious about me, huh?”

He paused before responding to that.  “Yeah, I am.  Is that okay?”

“More than okay, Din.  The feeling’s mutual.”

He released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and encouraged you to stand up before securing his pants and doing the same.  His hand tangled with yours.

“Come on.  I’ll guide you.”

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You woke up the next morning in a panic, a warm hand clamped over your eyes.

But a familiar and soothing voice brought you quickly back to reality. 

“Hey, hey… I’m sorry… it’s just too bright in here now that the sun is up.”

Oh, yes.  You sighed happily in remembrance of the previous night’s events.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed.  Promise.”

His hand lifted off your eyes to smooth over your forehead while his mouth met yours.

“I’ll never tire of this,” he murmured between kisses.  “Stars, you’re beautiful, Flora.  I couldn’t see any of you last night.”

Oh, gosh, you were still naked.  

You’d never believed any part of you was particularly beautiful, especially as age had started to gray and wrinkle what few decent attributes you possessed.  But the honesty in his voice almost made you believe it.

“I have yet to see any of you, though.  It’s a little unfair - don’t you think?”

“Well,” Din started, running his hand over your breast and traveling down to the apex of your thighs.  “I could put on my helmet, and we could remedy that right now.”

“I…” you struggled to respond, old fears suddenly resurfacing unexpectedly.  “I don’t think I can… I’m a little sore… I’m sorry…”

“Flora, no…” he responded immediately to your tone, moving his hands away from your body and instead cupping the side of your face.  “You never have to apologize for that.  I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

The relief you felt in that moment, the confirmation that this man was not like the others, brought you to tears.  You cleared your throat and quickly wiped them from your closed eyelids, praying he didn’t notice.  It wasn’t his fault.

“No, it’s just been a long time,” you replied with a sniff.  “I trust you not to hurt me.  Please know that, Din.”

He observed you for a moment, puzzled by your subtle emotional outburst.  Had others been unkind to you in such intimate encounters?  He’d murder those men if you asked.

“I have another idea if you’re up for it.”

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You were perpetually intrigued by this man.

Here you were standing naked in the shower… with an equally naked man… in the pitch black dark of the locked fresher…

And there was no groping… no begging or coercing… no expecting you’d do anything but actually shower with him in the dark.

In fact, despite the banality of it, it was exhilarating to know that he was willing to be so vulnerable with you - more than he’d been with anyone else in many, many years.

You couldn’t see him of course, but he didn’t turn you away when you pressed your body against his in an affectionate embrace - skin on skin.  Maybe it was easier for him this way - easing into it… no pressure to push his limits with this new intimacy.  It must be overstimulating when you normally walk around covered in multiple layers of canvas and metal.

You stayed like that until your skin started to prune.  You really wished this night-turned-morning didn’t have to end.

But alas, Grogu needed to be retrieved, and you had duties to attend to at the greenhouses.

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After the armor and helmet went back on, you walked hand in hand to your cabin so that you could change your clothes and share a quick breakfast before heading to Karga’s home in the town center.

Greef winked knowingly at you as he placed Grogu back into his father’s arms and gave Din a little jab in the ribs, whispering to find him later for a chat… ‘about business matters, of course’...

You couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps you’d found more than love and companionship here on this little backwater planet.  

Maybe you’d walked right into an empty place in this little makeshift family… 

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 Epilogue

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

A Season for Lovers (part 1)- S.R.

Doctor Spencer Reid returns after two years away, joining the social season with eyes only for one young lady.

Spencer Reid x reader

Part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here

Warnings: eventual smut but not in this part, mutual pining, brothers best friend trope, i think that's about it

Word count: ~2800

Spencer’s heart nearly hammers out of his chest as he draws near to you. He’d decided the first second he saw you that you were the loveliest thing he had ever laid eyes upon and tonight only reinforced his conviction. The pale blue of your gown glimmers in the dim candlelight, and your smile is bright as day when you notice him. His heart threatens to leap from his chest, hammering wildly at his ribcage. Two years since he’d seen you last, and you had only managed to nestle yourself further into his heart.

“Doctor Reid, I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't join us tonight.” He prays that the low light conceals the flush rising across his cheeks. Offering a shallow bow, he somehow manages to keep his voice from shaking.

“Miss y/l/n, I wouldn't miss it for the world. May I?” He gestures to your dance card, hanging about your wrist from a delicate violet cord. With another smile, you offer it to him and his heart soars when he sees the space for the next dance is blank.

“Seeing that this dance is not spoken for, would you be so kind as to accompany me to the floor?” You take his proffered hand and your touch, even through gloves, sends a thrill up his spine. As the music starts and you begin the practiced, measured steps, his mind wanders to the day you’d met.

“Thomas!” You’d come from the house in a hurry, the ringlets of your hair fluttering in the breeze as you threw your arms about your brother. “You’re early!” Yours was the sweetest voice, Spencer thought as he stood slightly dumbfounded behind his friend. 

“We made good time, thanks to my friend here. Speaking of Mr. Reid, allow me to introduce you to my sister, y/n y/l/n. Y/n, Spencer Reid.” The soft smile you offered him then sent his hand shaking as he removed his hat as gracefully as he could.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Reid.” His hat held over his heart, Spencer bowed.

“The pleasure is mine, Miss y/l/n.”

“Have you heard from my brother at all?” You pull him from his reverie, sending a fresh rush of heat to his face.

“Y-yes, yes, some.” He clears his throat. “I hear he is doing well in London.” Your eyes sparkle as you let out a quiet laugh.

“Indeed he is, we expect he’ll be announcing an engagement by the end of the season.” 

“When he does, please give him my congratulations.” His hand rests at your waist and you are tantalizingly close, close enough that he could almost imagine bridging the gap, letting his lips meet yours. But he won’t, he can’t. 

“I will.” A few moments pass before you speak again. “In the vein of due congratulations, I hear you have completed another doctorate.” You had been listening for him, he thinks with a joyful leap of his heart, or at least cared enough to remember what you’d heard.

“Two, actually.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“At this rate, Doctor, you seem to be after every degree they offer.” He can’t help but laugh with you, shaking his head lightly at the lightly teasing tone of your voice.

“Something along those lines, yes.” 

Talking with you has always been easy, natural, like he didn’t need to put on any mask or pretense, like he can simply speak and be understood. As you continue the dance, he allows himself to bask in your presence, just as smitten as he had been two years earlier. 

He guides you gently through a turn, allowing a small smile to creep across his face as you duck gracefully under his arm. The dance is coming to a close, much to Spencer’s dismay. With one final chord, the room comes to a standstill. 

Your eyes seem to see straight to his soul as you hold his gaze, the breathless moment of silence stretching on as his heart beats furiously in his throat. 

When he told Gideon that he was coming here for the summer he had asked him why. Spencer hadn’t been able to give him much of an answer, mumbling something about old friends and invitations. But now, looking down at the woman before him, he knew the answer and it was you. 

Then the moment passes. The world spins back into motion, the chatter of the crowd flooding in once more. He gives you a low bow as you dip into a curtsy, offering you his hand once more to escort you off of the floor. As he walks with you on his arm, he almost dares to hope that you might feel the same for him as he does for you. He’d convinced himself of your feelings a million times, first that you shared his, then that you did not, back and forth until his head spun. He wondered if you smiled at everyone the way you smiled at him, or if that glitter in your eye was reserved for him alone. He prays that it is as they approach your chaperone, an aunt, if Spencer remembers correctly from his brief introduction to the extended family two summers before. 

“Aunt Lucy, you do remember Doctor Reid? He’s a friend of Thomas’.” The kindly woman to whom you speak offers him a smile.

“Yes of course, so good to have you back in town for the season.” Spencer bows to her, now remembering her name.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs Michaels.” Your hand slips from his and his heart sinks. The older woman sits back in her chair, studying him head to toe.

“Tell me, young Doctor, who is it that you’re staying with while you’re here?” Without your hand in his, he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands, so he clasps them loosely behind his back as he replies.

“The Beaumont family, ma’am. They’re friends of my mother’s.” His gut twists painfully at the mention of his mother, but he keeps the emotions from showing on his face.

“Oh yes, I am well acquainted with the Beaumonts, lovely hosts aren’t they?” He nods in agreement and is about to respond when a man with dark brown hair and a slightly pinched expression appears at his shoulder, offering the women a small bow and him a curt nod.

“Pardon the interruption, Mrs Michaels, Miss y/l/n, Mr?” He cocks his head questioningly at Spencer, his hand offered to shake.

“Doctor. Reid.” Spencer knows with a sinking feeling in his gut that you are about to be swept away and his time with you would likely be over for the evening as he shakes the proffered hand.

“Alexander Fields.” It seemed his interest in Spencer only extended as far as his name, the man already turning to you and offering another bow while extending his hand.

“Miss y/l/n, may I have this dance?” Spencer hopes he isn’t making things up when your eyes flicker to his for a split second over the other man’s head, but it’s so fast it could be his eyes playing tricks on him. You offer the newcomer a smile and a small nod.

“Of course, Mr Fields, allow me first to bid my goodnight to Dr Reid.” His heart once again flutters as you turn back to him.

“It is a pleasure to have you back, Dr Reid, you must call on us soon.” It’s his turn to bow, hoping again that it hid the flush on his cheeks. 

“I will.”

-

Mr Fields sits across from you, droning on and on about building projects and land agreements. He’d asked you maybe one question in the half hour he’d been there. Your mind wanders, as always, to amber eyes and unruly curls, soft smiles and fleeting words.

You take the corner a little too fast, your eyes trained on the carpet under your slippers as you hurry back to your room, the letter to your best friend already half composed in your mind. Suddenly your shoulder clips something solid and you stumble, grasping at the first thing you can as you let out a surprised squeak. It takes a moment once you've steadied yourself to register what exactly you're supporting myself against. Your hand rests in his, almost tiny by comparison as he holds you up. Blood rushes to your face as his skin burns against yours, your knees going wobbly and your heart fluttering wildly. Ever so slowly you manage to raise your gaze and find yourself looking straight into the eyes of Spencer Reid. You can’t breathe, frozen to the spot for what felt like an eternity. A door slams deep in the house, causing you to jolt back, dropping his hand. He blinks at you, then clears his throat.

“Are you alright?” Your brain won’t form words, so you just nod and give him a small, tight smile. He returns the gesture, stepping to the side so you can pass. A heavy tightness settles in your chest as you walk past him, the ghost of his touch lingering on your skin and making it difficult to walk away. You want to take his hand in yours and never let go, to learn every curve and plane by heart, to memorize their touch. 

You are jolted back to the present as Mr Fields stands, clearly moving to be on his way. You stand as well, nodding with a polite smile as he bids his goodbye, first to you, then to your mother before making his way out of the drawing room. As the door shuts you let your shoulders slump with a sigh, rolling your eyes in exasperation.

“A fine young man, Mr Fields.” She comments, giving you a pointed look to which you respond with a bored glare.

“Only if you never have to speak to him.” Before she can chide you for your rudeness, there is a soft knock at the door and Michael, your footman, appears shortly after. 

“Mrs y/l/n, Miss y/n, there is a Doctor Reid here to see you.” You feel rooted to the spot even as your mother stands, your blood rushing in your ears just as it had at the ball, when you’d seen him approach through the dim candlelight. It had been like a fresh breath after two long years without air. And now he was stepping through the door of the drawing room as he had done dozens of times, greeting your mother as if he wasn’t making your head spin just by being there.

“Dr Reid! How wonderful of you to call on us.” Your mother’s voice sounds distant to you as she exchanges pleasantries with your guest, casting you a quick look when you don’t join in, still dumbstruck. “Mr y/l/n is in his study, I would be happy to show you the way.” She begins to move but he stays, speaking with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Mrs y/l/n, but I cannot stay long.” His eyes drift across to find yours and you feel a warm flush rise in your face. “I was actually calling to see if yourself and Miss Y/n might be joining us for the Beaumont’s picnic tomorrow.” This shakes you from your stupor, butterflies exploding in your stomach as you smile brightly back at him as your mother answers.

“It would be our pleasure, Dr Reid.”

-

The picnic was a stunning success with dozens of bright little camps scattered about the sprawling lawns of the impressive Beaumont estate, presided over by a brilliant blue sky. Families gathered on chairs and blankets or meandered slowly along the paths, groups forming and disbanding in an ever changing current. At your family’s camp, your mother and aunt lounge in chairs under the white awning while a small ways away you and Spencer share a picnic blanket as you both read your respective books. Or rather he reads and you daydream, your mind wandering through twisting plotlines and wonder filled adventures.

“I think that if it were not so improper, I’d be an actress.” You declare, tossing a ringlet out of your eyes as you lean back on one arm, the other holding your parasol upright. Spencer tilts his head to look at you from where he’s laying facing you on the far edge of the large blanket, one elbow holding him up as he reads from the worn book before him. A smile plays on his face as he squints at you against the sun.

“Would you?” You nod back to him, sure and confident. 

“Yes, I think that storytelling is one of the most honorable of human pursuits and I would like to be a part of it beyond reading from a book.” You catch his eye, quickly amending your words. “Not to say that reading isn’t a most enjoyable pastime, of course.” His look and tone turn teasing as he repeats.

“Of course.” You narrow your eyes warningly at him before returning to your own book. “I think you would be wonderful.” His voice brings your gaze flying back to meet his, a cool breeze picking up as smiles spread across your faces. The eye contact makes you blush and eventually you need to look away. To your slight confusion, the sight that greets you is a Beaumont footman making his way to your family’s camp. 

“Doctor Reid, a letter for you.” Abandoning his book and sitting up, Spencer accepts the small envelope with a thank you and a nod. Your heart sinks as you watch him open it, a small furrow forming between his brows as he reads. When he finishes he lowers the letter to his lap, looking over at you sadly.

“My apologies, Miss Y/n, I’m afraid I must return to Washington.” You climb to your feet as he does the same, holding your book in front of you as you try to hide how deep your disappointment at his departure runs. 

“I understand, Dr Reid, duty calls.” Something you say gives him pause, a bare hint of a smile in his eyes as he looks down at you. 

“Please, Miss Y/n, call me Spencer.” Your heart jumps again at the tenderness in his tone and you find yourself smiling again, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Very well, Spencer.” He looks at you for a moment, then begins to turn away.

“Spencer?” Immediately he turns back to you and his bright gaze makes you blush and falter, your eyes darting down to the grass then back to him. “Uhm, will you be returning?” Your heart flutters as his smile widens, his eyes soft.

“As soon as I can, Miss Y/n.” With that he’s off, pausing to bid goodbye to your family, then he’s making his way across the lawn, eventually getting lost in the crowd. 

“I think if she gets her way, he’ll return with a ring.” Your aunt teases loudly, causing you to turn and stick out your tongue at her, earning you a laugh from her and a scolding look from your mother. You stoop to retrieve your book, depositing it on the small table under the awning and setting off on a mission to find your best friend amid the crowd.

“Amelia!” You call out when at last you find her, the two of you reuniting with a hug and quiet squealing.

“How was New York?” You ask, excited to hear about the months she’d spent away, looping your arm in hers as you stroll along the path that runs along the border between the Beaumont estate and your family’s property, the trees forming a green tunnel in the sun and casting dappled shadows along the ground.

“Oh it was simply wonderful!” She fills you in on the workings of the city, the people she’d met, and the young man who was currently on his way from New York to ask her father for her hand. 

“But enough about me,” she breezes, squeezing your arm. “I hear that a certain young doctor is back in town.” You feel yourself flush, knowing that Amelia knows the depths of your affection for Spencer.

“He actually was called away on business earlier.” You feel her waiting for you to continue, but you let the silence sit until she can’t contain herself.

“Well? You’re courting aren’t you?” She demands, shaking your arm. 

“Maybe!” You don’t know for sure, you’d shared only one dance and his visit the day before could hardly be called much of a visit, but he’d sat the whole morning and into the afternoon on that blanket with you, and asked you to use his first name, certainly not things a young man does with a simple acquaintance. “I’m not sure yet.” She scoffs, earning her a raised eyebrow.

“From what I understand he’s danced with no one but you, called on no young women but you, and don’t think I didn’t see him carrying your picnic blanket this morning.” 

“You were here this morning?” She ignores your indignant interruption, barreling forward as if you hadn’t spoken.

“If that doesn’t make his affections abundantly clear, I’m afraid I must inform you that you are blind. That man is head over heels, my dear.”

~~

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hey 😊, i wanted this for a while, a one shot of one of the members or one for each (whatever you want 😊). About they enlisting and oc (est. relationship) helping cutting the member's hair and then them crying in each others arms about it...or the member telling oc that he has to go for mandatory enlistment (please, whatever way you want🙏😊)

Hi!! So I don’t take requests unfortunately🥺 but here are some quick headcannons of them getting the haircut bc that’s all I can bring my brain to do after seeing that bangtan bomb🥲

Seokjin

he’d try to make jokes the whole time, though he’d grow teary eyed when you cut the first strands. You’d tell him that he’s still handsome, and he’d say obviously, before bursting out crying in your arms. When he’d calm down, you’d gently kiss him, and he’d hold you close until you both fall asleep.

Hoseok

he’d be weirdly silent, though smiling through the whole thing. After, he’d ask you to lay on top of him, with your head on his chest, and he’d tell you he loves you, and that he’ll miss you. You’d tell him that you’ll sleep in his clothes, and he’d make you promise to lend him a shirt so that he can bring it with him to remember you by every night.

Yoongi

he wouldn’t really care. You’d care more than him, and he’d say “it’s just hair, doll, don’t worry about it”. You’d end up making out, and he’d hold you closer than he usually does, the only indication that he might be a little more distressed than he’s trying to let show.

Namjoon

he’d tell you he likes his hair like this better anyway. He’d get emotional still, telling you he doesn’t know how he’ll make it without being able to see you for so long. You’d lay a hand on his chest, over his heart, and tell him that as long as his heart beats, you’ll be right there with him.

Jimin

he’d be devastated. You’d cry along with him, hands shaking as you slowly shave it all off. You’d tell him that he’s still beautiful, and that he’ll always be the most beautiful, and he’d tell you that he loves you. You’d hold him for a while, his face hidden in your chest, until his hands start roaming on your body, looking for salvation.

Taehyung

he’d make faces in the mirror the whole time, grinning wildly every time you laugh. After, you’d tell him that you’re weirdly attracted to his hair like that, and he’d tell you to take pictures so that you can look at him when you’re alone and touching yourself. You’d furiously blush red, punching his shoulder, and he’d laugh at your expanse.

Jungkook

he’d be fidgety. Almost dodging the razor every time it nears his head, and you’d scold him telling him to stay still. He’d pout, and you’d kiss the pout away, getting lost in his lips against yours, and then in the dance of your bodies together. When you’d be spent, you’d tell him “now we have to shave it off for real”. And though he’d shed a tear or two, Jungkook would tell you that he’s okay, because you’re the one shaving his hair for him.

[afyrian]

no. 2 - halo’d sights masterlist

    "are you another counselor here?" 

  "uh- yeah. yeah, i am," atsumu raises an eyebrow, waiting for the woman in front of him to introduce herself, her face somewhat familiar to him, "this is my first year as a counselor, l/n y/n."

  atsumu's eyes widen, mind running wild as every memory of you pops into his head. the way you'd show up at every event he would be at, always lighting up the room with your presence. and it all ends with him awkwardly making every situation worse, "right, yeah, we had cabins near each other, didn't we? sorry, i don't remember much of my time here. but it was great to see you again."

  he gives a quick shrug of his shoulders, pursing his lips upon watching your eyes narrow. he doesn't quite know why he said what he said, especially because pretending like he doesn't know you won't help anything. however, finally facing the odd relationship the two of you had together, was not on his summer bucket list. 

  finding the mess hall was on his summer bucket list though. the path to the mess hall is mostly the same as when he was younger. his feet move quicker than his mind does, remembering every broken spot that hasn't be fixed yet. the memorable trees that he could touch as he passed them, dropping nuts and leaves as they do.

  everything feels so nostalgic, the banners and signs welcoming newcomers and those have been before. yet now, he's the one walking into the mess hall with a smile on his face, ready to bring his own cabin to victory. especially when he can see so many familiar faces of campers who have grown to enjoy this camp just like he has.

  "'samu? i didn't see your car," atsumu walks up to his twin, setting his bag down by one of the picnic tables. 

  osamu crosses his arms in front of his chest, a smile on his face, "aran and i came together since you weren't ready yet. plus i had to make sure the kitchen was set up and all the food was in for today and tomorrow."

  atsumu nods, drumming his fingers against the table as he remembers the conversation they had prior. of course osamu would work in the kitchen of the camp. his culinary skills could finally improve the one downfall of lockheart camp. their food is the only thing atsumu didn't miss (besides his attitude towards a certain individual). 

  "yeah, so you are going to be making fatty tuna right-"

  before osamu could answer the insider information that atsumu craved, the door to the mess hall opens. a stream of light is blocked by someone entering with the room. everyone looks up from where they're sitting and standing, just looking over to see who was left to join them. atsumu should've seen it coming, but seeing you enter the room nearly knocked him off his feet.

  the way the light created a sort of halo effect around you only reminded him of every time you entered the room at fifteen. as soon as you were recognizable by other the counselors, a couple of your friends immediately make their way to you. atsumu could recognize a few of them from your camp days. one being your rambunctious friend who threatened atsumu more than once.

  “atsumu? dude? you’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost, everything good?” osamu punches his brother’s shoulder, looking around the room to see if any of their sane friends were around. 

  he turns around to look at osamu, lips pursed. “you could kind of say that,” it’s hard for atsumu to keep his eyes off of you as he says so, heart beating wildly.

  “cryptic much?” 

  atsumu looks over at his brother, eyebrow raised and lips formed into a frown. of course he hadn’t actually seen a ghost. however, seeing you, talking to you, was probably as similar to that as he would ever experience. before he can say something to clear up his comment, the owner of the camp finally garners everyone’s attention.

  “hello everyone! thank you so much for meeting us here today for camp lockheart. now, as you all are aware, you’re in charge of different cabins and those cabins are differed by age. events like the talent show and the dance are for all ages, but otherwise nearly everything else is dissected by age,” the owner, mr. kurosu, stands on a nearby podium, a smile on his face. 

  he’s always been welcoming to every person working or staying there. especially when so many of them come back every year and graduate to counselors many years later, “most of you know that though… so how about you get to your cabins, get stuff unpacked, and meet back here to introduce the ones in which you’ll be teaching.”

  as soon as he finishes talking, everyone is grabbing their bags and getting ready to leave. before atsumu can even throw his backpack on his back, he can feel someone staring into his soul. when he looks up to see who could possibly be burning a hole into the side of his head, he sees that same annoying friend of yours. 

  his eyes are narrowed as he stares at atsumu, arms crossed over his chest. atsumu quickly looks back at osamu, pursing his lips, “so you ready to go then? i wanna check out this cabin, see if it looks any better.”

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[leoandraphssoulmate]

Watercolors

A TMNT Easter Short (Can be any iteration you wish!)

I had 90s TMNT in mind while writing this. I just think that the 90s version of Leo is super sexy! 💙💙💙💙💙💙

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FLUFF

You stood in your apartment smiling, your hands running through the box of colorful Easter grass on the table. You didn’t think that it would arrive on time, but it did. Along with four bright Easter baskets and various Easter candies. Your eyes lingered on the bright blue basket for a few seconds, your heart squeezing. You imagined how his face would light up when you handed it to him. Leo. The leader of not only his brothers, but your heart as well. 

You bit your lower lip, a sigh escaping your lungs. When you first met them, having just been accosted, you were just grateful to have been rescued. You had absolutely no idea that the fearless leader would spark something deep inside you as his beautiful blue eyes met yours. 

You didn’t see the shell on his back. You didn’t notice that his hands were two times the size of yours. No. All you saw was his smile. The way it met his eyes when he approached you that day. You saw his light, the way he moved with care. Slowly, tenderly, reaching out for you. 

“Hey.” He said softly. “It’s ok. We’re here.”

You stared up at him from your crouched position. Your heart beating wildly in your chest. No longer from fear. Oh no. Something much more powerful. Slowly you rose, your legs wobbly. You stumbled forward and Leo quickly took hold of your forearms, steadying you. His touch! Your skin sung with an exquisite electricity, snaking upward towards your shoulders. You gasped. Leo’s eyes widened. “Did you feel that?” You breathed. He nodded, slowly. 

Nothing would ever be the same for you two again. 

“Are you ready, my child?” Master Splinter’s voice broke through your reverie. 

You grinned, spinning to face him, unaware that a few tears had managed to escape your eyes. “Are you alright?” He said, concern causing his whiskers to pull downward as he pointed to your face. 

You brought your fingers up to your cheeks. “Oh.” You smiled slightly. “These aren’t sad tears, dad.”

“I see.” His warm brown eyes glistened. “Memories are powerful things.”

“Yes. They certainly are.” You grinned, Leo’s smiling face flashing through your mind. 

“Might I ask what you were remembering?” He asked, stepping around you and up to the table. 

“Oh, I uh,” You quickly blushed. “I was thinking about the time I first met Leo.”

Splinter chuckled. “Ah! Yes. A very complicated memory to be sure. One that both elicited pain and happiness?”

You closed your eyes for a second, his words hitting deeply. “Yes.” As you opened your eyes, he closed his thin soft hand over yours. 

“Fear not, my child. Though the memory remains, the pain is also now nothing but a memory. I am glad that my son was able to counterbalance such a dark time in your life.”

You nodded. “So am I, dad. So am I.” 

“So, how are we supposed to put these together?” He smiled, motioning to the baskets. 

For the next hour, you and Master Splinter carefully constructed each Easter basket with care. Master Splinter added his own twist to the baskets, placing several Japanese coins in with the candy along with Bonsai tree clippings wrapped with silk. “These are for good health and good luck.” He winked, placing the last of the coins in Michelangelo’s basket. 

“I think that’s beautiful.” You smiled. “A nice blend of traditions.”

Master Splinter cleared his throat as he grabbed the cellophane. “I agree. There’s always room for new things. New rituals. Different ways to do things. As long as there is love involved, it should not matter.”

You were practically bursting at the seams with excitement as you and Master Splinter entered the lair, two baskets each in your arms. The guys had never had an Easter before. In fact when you approached Master Splinter about it, you were unsure he’d even go for it. You knew that they practiced Shinto and didn’t want to risk offending anyone with your idea. But when you pitched it to him, he was open to the idea and liked that you were willing to share the Easter tradition with them. You explained that you only really did it for the candy and thought that the guys would get a kick out of getting Easter baskets with goodies. 

Now, crossing the living room to the kitchen, knowing that Leo would be sitting at the table with a cup of tea steaming before him, you smiled, trying to contain yourself. Somewhere behind you, you heard Mikey squeal and your excitement boiled over into a laugh as you rounded into the kitchen. Leo looked up from his comic book, his bright blue eyes widening as you set his basket down on the table, the tea packets behind the cellophane catching the overhead kitchen light, making them shine. 

“What’s this?” He smiled, slowly standing, his chair scraping across the floor. 

You gently set Raph’s basket down, some of the contents shifting slightly. “It’s for you.” You breathed. “Happy Easter, Luv.” 

Leo smiled, pulling you to him, his arms wrapping around you. You pressed your cheek to his plastron, grinning. This was home. He was home. Suddenly the basket, the kitchen, and everything else in the world, no longer existed. All that was left and all there ever was and will forever remain, was love. 

(The contents of Donnie's basket) 💜💜💜💜💜💜

(The contents of Leo's basket)💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

(The contents of Raph's basket)❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(The contents of Mikey's basket)🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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