#PERHAPS I'M IN THE SOFTEST MOOD

[ssahotchnerr]

How about it’s the first year reader celebrates thanksgiving with hotch as a couple and wants to cook the thanksgiving meal all by herself to impress him but it goes horribly wrong… in a cute way lol

new traditions

cw; fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, aaron being the softest man ever <3 wc; 1.1k

you thought you had prepared for every possible scenario.

turkey, out of the freezer with plenty of time to thaw. you strategically planned out what was to go in to the oven when (you in fact, had made a spreadsheet). you had quadruple checked your planned recipes, making sure you had each and every needed spice and ingredient they possessed. if all went according to plan, your first thanksgiving as hostess would run nothing but smoothly.

the one thing you hadn't anticipated, however, your apartment's power going out.

your heart plummeted into your stomach when your apartment dimmed and succumbed to complete silence - the hum of the oven halting loudly. while it was instant, the sound seemed determinately slow, as if it were somehow mocking you. that yes, the universe was throwing a wretch in your plans and you had to deal with the consequences.

once your mixer slowed to a stop, you dropped it into the bowl with no condolences for the potatoes, quietly murmuring a 'no no no' under your breath. maybe you had popped a fuse, maybe all your lightbulbs had miraculously popped simultaneously, maybe your eyesight had suddenly decided to give up on you after all these years. but of course, you couldn't be that fortunate.

dinner was ruined.

you gave it an hour or two, in which the time the turkey should've been cooking, and you should've been aiding to all the other dishes you planned on serving. but instead you spent the time lighting candles around your apartment as the sun set, trying to come up with a solution, such as serving dinner, or some of dinner, late. but word soon spread; a tree branch had fallen on multiple power lines and since it was a holiday, it wasn't promised to be restored until tomorrow morning. perhaps the middle of the night if lucky.

defeatedly and regretfully, you grabbed your phone, selecting aaron's contact.

"hey," his deep, relaxed voice entered your ear, full of enthusiasm at that. "we're just about to head over-"

"about that," you cut him off, "i wouldn't venture too far."

a brief moment's hesitancy, "is everything okay?"

there was no use lying, as aaron could cue into every tone change and ultimately determine your mood or current state of mind, even over the phone. "no, my power went out."

"oh sweetheart," his tone deflated, and you could imagine the expression of sympathy struck on his face. "i'm sorry."

"no, i'm sorry." you peered up at the ceiling, trying to keep your inevitable tears at bay. "it's been out for a while, and pretty much stalled everything. i was hoping it would switch back on but it doesn't look that way. so i don't - won't have dinner ready, i'm really sorry."

"sweetheart..."

"i know you said your colleagues were throwing a get-together? i would just attend that. that way, you'll still have somewhat of a thanksgiving."

-

as you sulked, tossing a hardened glare to your kitchen every so often, a knock came from your door. you opened it to reveal two smiling hotchner faces, one just taller than the other.

"jack, what do you say?" aaron's hand found the back of jack's head, ruffling his hair in encouragement.

"happy thanksgiving!" jack rushed forward and hugged your legs, before scampering into your apartment.

"happy thanksgiving." aaron echoed with that smile of his, giving you a kiss upon his entrance inside.

you closed the door behind him, dazed from his arrival and the kiss. "what are you doing here?"

"you didn't think we'd let you spend tonight alone, did you?" he arched an eyebrow, his expression communicating a silent 'yeah right'. like a lost puppy, you silently followed him into your kitchen.

"we whipped up the quickest thing we had at home." aaron explained, unpacking the bag he had brought contents onto the counter. "to jack's delight, that happens to be mac and cheese. it's still warm, so we'll have to eat now. we also brought extra candles - i still can't believe it's this dark out this early."

you leaned into him as he spoke, your cheek pressing against the coarse fabric of his jacket.

"it's wonderful but," you sighed, speaking partially into his upper sleeve, "it's not the traditional thanksgiving dinner i promised."

"then we'll make our own traditions." aaron reassured, opening the tupperware of mac and cheese, steam escaping. "it's our first year, first time for everything."

"but the turkey-"

"-would've been amazing, i'm sure. but this was entirely out of your hands, darling, and we'll make do." he pressed a kiss to your temple, his voiced laced with such understanding. such sweetness.

"well." you warmed up a bit, straightening your posture with a little more hopefulness in your tone. "there's rolls, i suppose."

"see." aaron gave your hip a squeeze, the ends of his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled. "perfect."

and so, your thanksgiving feast was complete with macaroni and cheese (albeit it was spongebob shaped), dinner rolls, cranberry sauce - the few dishes that hadn't needed help from the stove. rather than your kitchen table, you brought your set-aside-for-fancy-occasions dinnerware to your coffee table, and you each found a seat on the floor, cushioned by a pillow. it was filled with laughter, thoughtful conversations, aaron reminding jack to not talk with his mouth full, and you and aaron exchanging long, loving gazes back and forth.

truth be told, illuminated by candlelight and in the company of the two you had grown to love so immensely the past few months, you had forgotten the current circumstances.

once pumpkin pie was devoured (again, a non-essential of the oven) aaron pulled up a charlie brown thanksgiving on his phone, and the three of you curled up underneath a blanket on the couch. aaron in the middle, you and jack adjacently buried into his side, as close as close could be. but ten minutes in, jack crossed his dad's lap and crawled his way onto yours.

you also had a newfound appreciation of charlie brown's given meal to his friends: toast, popcorn, pretzels, jelly beans. even aaron shot you an amused yet cautious glance at the plot line - too soon? but once he saw you had found it humorous, did he lightly chuckle aloud.

sure, it wasn't the perfect, ideal evening you had originally envisioned, but it was one definitely worth remembering. one you could look back on and laugh at, and the reason why now character pasta was a must-have on the table for future holidays to come.

in hindsight, it was better than you could have ever imagined.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Can we get skeptic with bed fluff. Like, reader and him, laying in bed, all fluffy

(Rare fluff for that man, I'll enjoy this for sure.)

~A Little Longer~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

I don't imagine he's the softest man, but there are moments when you catch him slipping up.

This morning was worst than last night. The two of you were unfortunately dragged into an obligatory event/dinner party in regards to the Liberation army. Usually neither of you had an issue with providing yourselves to the cause but when it came to that damned dinner party, the both of you had your own moments. The last thing you remember was after all of the socializing last night, both of you stumbled through the doorway and immediately passed out as you both hit the mattress that night.

Your alarm clock was not kind to you this morning. It rang loudly, singing it's shrill daily song until either of you reached over and aggressively slapped the button to snooze it. Today it was Tomoyasu's turn to shut the damn thing up. He didn't waste a second in smacking it so hard that it almost fell off the bedside table. However instead of getting up and grumbling before getting ready for work, he simply stayed next to you. For a second you figured perhaps he was just preparing himself for the day by taking a couple of extra minutes to stretch it out. However, he simply curled himself inward and closer to you. He reached out and gripped you before pulling you closely into his body and perhaps harvesting your warmth. He wasn't a cuddler by any means. Sometimes he would grace you with that gentleness maybe a minute or two before bed before rolling over to sleep to himself, but this morning it was different. What really shocked you was the whine he'd let out when you were getting ready to sit up. You gasped and looked over to see him glaring at you. "Don't you dare move a muscle." He threatened and you laughed. "Are you...are you trying to cuddle me or kill me?"

"Depends on your next move." He quipped back at you, the corner of his mouth curling up into a small smile. "I didn't take you for a love bug." He rolls his eyes at your teasing before nestling himself closer to you. "Shut it. You're killing the mood."

"Don't you have work today though?" You ignore his words and he huffs. "I'm taking a day off. Let's just stay here a little longer. Besides, I need the rest so stop your complaining." He fusses before leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your ear. It's not too long before his breathing slows and he's asleep once more. The entire time he didn't let you leave his side. It's not entirely as though you wanted to in the first place anyway.

[botanikos]

❝ My aptitude for falling into questionable situations surpasses my intellectual heights to such an extreme, it's practically catastrophic! Who am I fooling? It is catastrophic. I can hardly recall a time where I wasn't at odds with myself or the life I lead as a Goetia prince. ❞

Not even the vast collection of books and old tomes could pull him from this well of despair. He continued to plunge deeper, though admittedly it wasn't even close to the worst he's ever felt. Still, Stolas brushes feathered fingers over familiar spines, hovering near the bottom shelf tucked into a far corner where a few of his treasured romance novellas sat. Their spines were worn, not quite cracked or unrecognizable, but clearly loved. But he wasn't in the mood to read anything, least of all about love. Love! Hah!

❝ What is love? What is love but a war of hearts and a tangle of briars? But where are the flowers when all you have known are thorns? Even the sweetest of scents and softest petals come with some price, don't they? Cutting a flower from its stem dooms it to a quick death! Is that what I am headed for? Is that all anyone is headed for with me? A terrible misfortune? Perhaps I ask too much; maybe it is I, who is too much. Should I be less? Less of myself, less of a glutton for such things when I am already fortunate beyond measure? My gilded cage is luxurious, is it not? ❞

Stolas grips the feathers on his head in frustration and anguish. So many thoughts chased and hunted him, seizing his heart. Ah, he could hardly breathe now. Calm, Stolas. Calm. He breathes deeply, one hand pressed to his chest and paces the length of the study in slow, measured strides. Perhaps he should move to the gardens instead. Fresh air, colorful and warm scenery, the flowers and large leaves -- he could tend to them. Let himself become lost in their abundance. But he sinks into an armchair instead, his body heavy.

❝ I ruin everything I touch, don't I? Things could have been fine. But now I'm splitting this family apart, and surely setting myself up as a failure. How can I possibly expect anyone, let alone -- ❞

The Grimoire mocks him where it sits, and Stolas swiftly looks away, studying the intricate wallpaper pattern around the room. He should have simply continued to endure the arrangement with Stella until Octavia took his place, even if it meant waiting it out until his death. Perhaps that would have been kinder for everyone involved, including himself. Then he wouldn't be tormenting himself with the possibilities of acceptance or rejection. Then he wouldn't have to worry about losing Octavia and the person he fell in love with.

[phil-lesterfan]

yaoi scholar….. pls i finished the untamed and word of honor what should my next drama be 👀 (happy endings only pls)

also i wanna know your fav bls. if you’ve the time!!

hallo! i didn't mean to let this sit for so long, but i've been using my phone more and don't like answering asks there. i don't actually know many cdramas, but i've got other dramas to rec, if that's alright!

(C/K/J)DRAMAS/LAKORNS:

sotus & sotus s (thai)*

history3: trapped (taiwanese)

seven days (japanese)*

manner of death (thai)*

restart after coming back home (japanese)*

together with me (thai)

long time no see (korean)

semantic error (korean)*

you can watch 2moons2 for the full story, but honestly, the original 2moons mingkit cut is everything to me (thai)*

*based off novel/manga/manhwa

20 of my fav bls under the cut :)

initially, i was going to call it my "top 10", but it's not my top ten, it's just favs that i really love or think you (sara) would also enjoy. so it's just 20 "random" favs. if you (general) want, i can upload the 200+ long list and even include "reviews" of my favourites, but i'll only do that upon request. also here's my blanket rec for mxtx's works. svsss is my fav. i'm very easy. thank you <3

20 OF MY FAV BLS:

sotus is very dear to my heart. i watched it right before i went to university, so it really set that mood for me lol it's not a perfect story, the audio is shit at some parts, and the acting was sometimes stiff, but when the show hit, my fucking god did it HIT. of course i roped all my friends into watching it. it was based on a novel, but the novel didn't particularly stand out to me (sorry). there's also a manga now (3 vols) but i'm just loyal to the show, y'know? it also has a sequel, and that one made one of my friend cry (i actually had to pause the show lol), but for me, the first season is what's rly stellar. (lakorn / rewatches: 4? 5? a lot?)

sasaki and miyano by syou harusono is such an easy read, with lovely art, cute characters, and the softest, sweetest romance. it makes me feel like i've been hit by a car, then the car backed up and drove over me again. sasaki is the light of my life (and also if i looked like him, i'd never shut up. and i project just a little bit too bc oh he just like me fr), and everyday i think about making him my pfp. i owe syou harusono my life. i want to say more about this bc it rly is my fav manga perhaps of all time but that also means i can't say more about it LOL (manga / rereads: 6)

the cat proposed (bakeneko katatte sourou) by hayane dento is quite possibly the best manga i've ever read. the writing is so beautiful, and it's a really relatable and inspiring story for me. plus it's got catboys. *motions to my dnp catboy pfp* but in all seriousness, it's a genuinely great story that squeezes my heart and leaves me in tears (manga / rereads: 5)

doukyuusei is a certified bl classic. i've not read the entire manga series, but i've got the anime film saved to my laptop. that was another thing i roped all my friends into watching, and yes, everyone was gagged (animanga / rewatches: 4?)

koimonogatari by tagura tohru is incomplete, and the "love" part isn't there yet, but my fucking god. i think i just picked it up for funsies at the bookstore, but man was i unprepared. it's not a fun read by any means, nor is it easy, it's actually pretty brutal, but it's a good story, so i felt i should include it. (it is one of my faves) (manga / rereads: none bc i will kill myself.)

summer of you (kimi wa natsu no naka) by furuya nagisa changed me. it was one of those manga that was in my to read list for a really long time, but i just never did it. when i finally did, i totally regret putting it off. i think i cried. it has a sequel (summer with you), and that was good too, but that first one just really got me (manga / rereads: 1)

fools by yeongha has an art style i will forever be jealous of. the original, that is. i'm sure the remastered version is great, and probably the one i should read, but i'm just way too attached to the original and the art is (in my opinion) way better. the story is fun and sweet, and i read it at another formative time in my life. *jazz hands* (manhwa / rereads: 3)

my darling signed in by dimang and new lung. if there's one thing about me, i'm gonna read a video game catfish story. this manhwa is so fucking ridiculous, but i love it. it actually gets pretty dark, which took me by surprise the first time i read it, but it's not between the main cp, if you're worried about that (manhwa / rereads: 3)

dasadanan by herb mandu also has just lovely art. i can just stare at it for ages bc i'm so obsessed. also there's side gl, and i love those two girls so damn much. the story is very easy to read, fluffy, and it's just good feelings all around. it also has some really silly extras. (manhwa / rereads: 4)

history3: trapped is so... it is also dear to me. the main couple is funny and cute; however, it's the side couple that really gets to me. they're so ridiculous and fun, and the actor for zhao zi is an acrobat? does acrobatic dance? i'm not sure exactly, but they wanted to showcase that so he'd just be doing some random gymnast shit for no reason and it's so funny. and jack was made in a lab for me, so. y'know. (drama / rewatches: 2, about to be 3)

glasses cloth and playlist by gwak jonpil was recommended to me by a friend i believe, and i'm so glad i read it. it's another easy read and also very ridiculous, but when i say something is "ridiculous", that's usually a huge compliment. i LOLed at, like, every other panel. the main cp is so damn ridiculous, and i adore them. (manhwa / rereads: 1)

starting with a lie by liang azha has the softest art i've ever seen. that manhua is like a warm hug, if a warm hug also had you gritting your teeth and clenching your fists because GODDAMN JUST GET TOGETHER FOR REAL ALREADY! i love it. oh, but i don't like qiu tian. sorry. (manhua / rereads: 2)

how to survive as a villain by yi yi yi yi is... look, i'm sure it has flaws, right? every story has flaws, but wherever they are, i did not see them. i mean, it's a little bit ridiculous at times, but again, "ridiculous", and the mc was transmigrated into a once-good now-trashy harem novel. and he's also smart but oblivious. bound to be a little bit silly. but also this novel ripped out my heart and stomped on it. and i thought it wouldn't happen with the manhua, but i cried then too. what the hell. i really enjoyed this story, and i think it's what got me into transmigration stories in general :P (danmei / rereads: 2)

a shoulder to cry on by dongmul. okay. OKAY. this is not a "happy" story to most. also the ending without the extras/epilogue is bittersweet to ambiguous. the issue here is that I LOVE ENDINGS LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!! this story is so damn good and i like the art a lot and god, some of the quotes? every time i reach certain scenes i have to pause and stare at the wall because no fucking way. it's just too good. i should go ahead and warn that the couple doesn't have the healthiest of dynamics and their relationship starts bc one of them lies and accuses the other of sexual harassment, so. i'm just letting you know now. but i let myself have toxic yaoi. as a treat. tbh to me it's not that bad, but i know everyone has different intensity levels, so. (manhwa / rereads: 3)

never understand by bbong is an... interesting read. arguably more toxic yaoi, and everyone at times can be kind of awful and annoying, but i think that's fun. sorry. i vividly remember reading this for the first time. for some reason. also, as with a good amount of manhwa that i read in my more formative years, i like this art style. (manhwa / rereads: 1)

semantic error by j soori and angy kim is a lot more graphic and hardcore (sex-wise) than the kdrama, which makes sense, but like... DAMN! my toxic trait is that every three panels i pause and go "hey does anyone else think these guys look like jaedo?" and the sniper that's supposed to shoot me any time i bring up rps lets me live because i'm objectively right. the characters are so damn infuriating, but i like watching car crashes, so it's alright. plus the art is good and, well, i never said i don't ship jaedo. *glass next to me explodes after a bullet cuts through it* whatever! (rereads: none bc it ended not that long ago. but i'll probably reread it soon)

no.6 by asano atsuko and here comes all the haters being like, "oh, that's not bl!" "that's more than bl!" "[some more dumb shit i don't care about]!" suck my pussy. i don't care. i loooove the novels and hope we get a printed official english translation. people are right to say the romance isn't the focus, but it's there, and honestly, i love plotty shit. i've heard it's supposed to be the "happy version" of banana fish or whatever the fuck, but damn if that's not a fucked up version of happy. i sobbed my fucking eyes out (novel & animanga / rereads: 2)

snow fairy by serizawa tomo. i'm not gonna lie, i don't remember this story, but on my big list it has a heart next to it, and i feel like i cried when i read it. i've said i've cried about like half of these, and i cry when i see something cute or when i think about my blorbo or when a song is pretty, so that means nothing. but this one really got to me! i think it was just a simple story with lovely art. it aches, maybe. actually, i've just found my initial review, which reads: "im so miserable....." (rereads: none, but i'd like to reread it asap)

bj alex by mingwa. insert loud and disappointed "ooh" from the crowd bc really, phil-lesterfan? i thought you were a scholar? with taste? LOOK. i know this is a basic manhwa, and i couldn't give a rat's ass about the side cp, but ahn jiwon somehow became pookie. it is agonising, though, 'cause like i said, i don't care about the side cp, but oh my fucking god, it feels like everyone else only cares about them. shoot me. also the side cp is into bdsm, but you can skip over their shit honestly. (rereads: 2)

aien catharsis by oshima kamome was another manga that'd been in my tbr list for ages. i really like how the story feels. aaaaand i just reread it and ah. i see why it affected me. (if you can guess what line stuck out to me, lmk, i'd love to hear it heh) it's historical fiction and has lovely art. tw for sexual assault, but it's not between the cp and it's also not shown. (manga / rereads: 2)

like i said, i have a lot more favs, so if anyone wants the full list, just ask. or if you don't want the full list, i can give rec lists for certain genres or just manga or just danmei, etc, etc. i know i'm in batman hell right now (ah. western yaoi....), but i've been fujoshing since i was like... ten. okay this is of course way longer than it should be. hope u enjoy if you read any of these ^_^ <3

[lorensonebraincell]

GOODNESS PHEW big week for the both of us releasing wips that have been collecting dust for M O N T H S also honestly i don't actually think i ever did end up editing flid LMAO BUT LOOK AT YOU

YOU DON'T NEED ME HONESTLY THIS WAS SO CUTE ASJFLKDSG AHHHHHHHH

yuyu with hair that looks like he has a squirrel nesting in it has got to be the softest most boyfie look ever :'((((( i'm thinking about all those images of him having just woken up with his cute puffy face and hair sticking up from his head :'((((

i also want to almost accidentally walk in on him showering i MEAN WHAT? stopppp collecting those ugly doodles and dumb notes that he slides under your door D: that's so cute

HIS ARMS WERE YOUR ETERNAL SAFE SPACE STOP IM SOBBING RN I WANT YUYU HUGS AND TO FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING

pls all the jokes and pranks they pull on each other :')) who can ever get angry when yunho does it with such a puppy dog expression 🥺

'perhaps you needed therapy now' honestly same what a mood

YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME WHO MADE YOU CRY AHHHHHH STOP I'M SO DELULU RN YUYU BEST BOI WHO CAN PLAY AROUND WITH YOU BUT IF SOMEONE MAKES YOU CRY?? HE'S GOING TO THROW SOME HANDS

(but also LOL not /him/ being the reason you're crying)

can we like N O T make this fluffy fluffy fluff into something angsty angsty angst because like CAN'T WE JUST HAVE THEM TOGETHER AND HAPPY ALR ???

omg the confession I REMEMBER TALKING THIS SCENE OUT WITH YOU HAHAHAHA NO WONDER IT SOUNDS SO FAMILIAR (AND CUTE)

yun still sending you notes but adding hEARTS NOW <333333 SCREAMING AHHHH i want a yuyu i need a yuyu STAT

Feeling Like I Do

neighbour!yunho x reader

best friends to lovers au

word count: 5k (bulletpoint headcanons this time)

genres: fluff, absolute fluff, a little crack, a little angst, some suggestive jokes thrown around, just wholesomeness and yuyu

synopsis: you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

manager-nim: @eightmakesonebraincell (this took way too long to finish considering the deep yunho brainrot we've been in)

special thanks to @hwaightme your guy.exe triggered this hehe

being best friends with jeong yunho was not as simple as it sounded

especially when he was your neighbour

like, right next door. the very next apartment

so you couldn’t avoid him even if you wanted to

honestly, you brought this upon yourself, if you think about it

ever since you were kids, you had been inseparable

from going to the same school and bonding over a similar sense of humour 

from pranking the rest of your friends together to making fun of each other

to knowing each other’s deepest secrets

except for the one that really mattered- that you had the biggest, fattest crush on your best friend

honestly, you do not recall when exactly it happened

if you think back, you can’t pinpoint it to one moment

it is a number of moments, the years you spent together, the memories you shared that you are now a grown up and still hopelessly in love with him

though you would not admit it

never. ever. over your dead body.

you just have one fear that has stuck with you and it is that you do not want to ruin things between the two of you

he has known you since forever. he knows you inside out. 

he’s too precious to lose over something as stupid as your feelings

because if he does not feel the same, you will never be whole again

but if by some small chance he does and you mess things up later? you would never recover

this is why you think having feelings for your best friend is so messed up

and this is the reason you always dismiss his flirty actions as jokes between two best friends who are super comfortable with each other

like when he casually enters your unlocked apartment and asks for a pinch of salt and spots you in the ugliest fit you’re wearing

he will go “wow you look beautiful”

and you will make a face, knowing he is joking, and ignore the butterflies in your stomach

and you respond with “you don’t look too bad yourself” when he himself looks like he nests a squirrel in his hair

his casual touches and occasionally flirty gazes do not bother you anymore

you’re made of steel now

so when he hugs you out of nowhere or swings you around just to hear you squeal, you know it’s just what friends do

or when he finds you too adorable and kisses your temple, you let it pass. you don’t read too much into it

though occasionally, you like to blur the lines too. he might know at this point

like what friend runs to their other friend only to jump in their arms and bury their face in the crook of the other’s neck?

what sort of friend casually zones out while staring at the other and wonders what they did to deserve them?

you

perhaps, this was a teenage crush that would have quelled with time- but that was if you had parted ways for college

no

by some evil play of the fates, you two ended up in the same city, quite close to each other

and as soon as you two had enough savings, you both decided to be neighbours

you just didn’t have it in you to be apart from each other

and funny thing was, no one batted an eye. it was so natural

though they did question why you weren’t housemates 

you and yunho would always share a grin and respond with ‘to protect the last shred of privacy’

which was an inside joke now

so when you both started living together- because that’s exactly what it was

from going grocery shopping together

to knowing each other’s door locks 

dropping in stuff for the other without their permission

privacy? ha. what privacy?

sure, you almost once walked in on him showering

and he almost walked in on you changing your clothes (your fault you didn’t shut the door, right?)

but that wasn’t a big deal at all

you would slide notes under each other’s doors- cute reminders to take an umbrella or a good morning/good night

or an ugly doodle or a ‘u stink’

you did not collect all those notes in a jar. you did not

he once bought 10 rubber duckies and hid them around your apartment and you would find them in the most odd places

like inside a pot you rarely use

one was even in your underwear drawer

whenever you’d find one, you would take it with you whenever you went to yunho’s and hide it somewhere there

and so the eternal game of hide and seek began

you have never talked about it out loud by the way

the more memorable things were just making yourself at home at the other’s place when one of you did not feel like being alone

which was most of the time, if you were very honest with yourself

you would watch tv together while you had dinner and have a heated discussion about whatever you were watching

or you would play games with him

or he would help you pick out your fit for the night

or you would style his hair

or you two would stay up all night talking about stuff

about anything and everything

emptying out your hearts

yet still you would always have more to talk about

it was never a boring moment with yunho

and you could go on about why you loved him forever

every day, you woke up glad that he was so close to you and still with you

he was the only person who did not judge you

you could say something nasty and he would still try to understand your perspective

which just made him 100000x more precious

but he would call you out when you did or said something wrong/bad but in a very gentle manner 

which you appreciated so much

and the best thing was, he always stayed. he was always there

his arms were your eternal safe space

and he knew

it was like he knew the look in your eyes, whenever you needed a hug

and he would spread his arms and you would walk to him and wrap your arms around his waist while he embraced you 

and tell you that it would be okay, no matter what was going on

he would always offer to hear you out or simply be there, physically

he was just… so easy to be with

he was your personal ray of sunshine, your little fluffy cloud, yours

he was yours- oh, how you wished he could be yours in all the ways

because whenever he talked about someone he noticed with you

or just looked at someone different and then find you staring at him

he’s respond with “i just like their outfit” or “i think their hair is nice”

and you would wonder if it’s really just that

you two do have an unspoken promise to tell each other whenever you start dating someone or fall in love

but that’s mostly because you both know your dynamic would have to change a bit 

because you two wouldn’t be each other’s priority anymore- not like you are now anyway

and it hurts to just think about it

you asked him, “what would really change?”

and he responded with, “i would appreciate it if you do not connect your bluetooth to my speakers when i have someone over and play some unholy audio”

which turned into an argument because he has literally done the same to you and you had a friend over

you had to explain yourself and explain yunho and tell the traumatised friend that this was just him pulling a prank on you

but you responded with “you know what i will also appreciate if the person does not find a potato instead of a soap in the sink”

you two are always out for each other and after all these years… you two never know each other’s next move

but you both know your dynamics would change in more ways than that

you wouldn’t be able to stroll in his apartment so casually and make breakfast for the two of you because you ran out of ingredients

neither would he be able to come and take a shower in your apartment because “i ran out of hot water” or “i want to smell like strawberries today”

you wouldn’t be able to go and sleep on his couch or bed because you felt lonely

neither would he be able to do the same

and you both would have to tone down the physical affection because you two have heard enough about people mistaking you for a couple

honestly, sometimes you wonder if those people gaslit you into seeing him as something more

but… it was yunho. how could you not?

especially when he cared for you like no one else?

and maybe, maybe, just maybe

he thought of you like that sometimes too

it was probably wishful thinking but oh, how you wished he did anyway

because you couldn’t take it sometimes

you couldn’t take how he would zone out while listening to you talk and look absolutely adorable

you couldn’t take how when you’d hold hands while walking he’d caress them absently

and you couldn’t take how he’d play with your hands when you’d tell him about your day or some gossip

you couldn’t take it when he’d sneak up on you and wrap his arms around you in a back hug and make you feel so small and safe

or when he’d rest his head on yours as you hugged

you couldn’t take it when his gaze would linger on you a fraction of a second longer when you were too close

or when he would always search your eyes before he would plant a chaste kiss on your cheek or forehead

you really, really couldn’t take it anymore

perhaps you needed therapy now

you couldn’t afford slipping in front of yunho tho

or anyone of your mutual friends for that matter

because you knew if someone found out they would somehow let yunho know

and you weren’t ready for his answer

what if he distanced himself from you if he ever found out? you couldn’t have that

perhaps you should have physically distanced yourself from him

perhaps being neighbours made it worse

tho, could you call it worse when it was literally a blessing to have him so close to you?

you’re starting to question it tho

bc one night when you were out drinking late with your friends

you came back to your apartment complex, feeling so low

and when you were about to cross yunho’s door to get to your own, you paused

you paused and stood outside his door for the longest time

and then you sank down and rested your back against his door

wishing he wouldn’t find you

you just needed to cry a little and lighten the weight on your heart

except, another evil play of fates and yunho somehow just knew to look for you

he almost opened his door but heard the faint sound of your cries

at first he thought it was a lost kitten or something but then he opened his door a fraction and found your figure on the floor

and his heart broke

“y/n? can you please move a little so i can open the door?”

you froze

until he called your name again and you wished you could dig the ground and bury yourself under it

but you moved and not a few seconds later, he was next to you and rubbing your back

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you replied

except there was a lot

you just couldn’t tell him

just like the various times he found you crying alone and no matter how much he insisted, you wouldn’t tell him

he wondered who hurt you sometimes

he wondered who it was so he could punch that person or do anything, something, to make it all right

because he hated it so much when you cried

it made his chest feel tight and he’d always get confused about what he was feeling

a number of things is what it was- anger, longing, pain, confusion

but this time? he wasn’t going to let you go

because just how long had you been crying like this? why didn’t you just come inside? why didn’t you find him?

he asked you that

you couldn’t reply yet again

so he decided to bring you inside

he made you drink some water

he wiped your face with the sleeves of his black shirt

and you finally looked at him

oh goodness. he was wearing those black rimmed glasses again

the ones that made him look so, so good.

but he looked angry

“you’re going to tell me who made you cry. or else we’ll be sitting here just like this all night while i wait for your answer”

you bit your lips, looking away and cursing yourself internally

you should have cried in the shower or something

“can i rest? my head is spinning- i might have drank too much-”

“no.”

you locked eyes with him and he didn’t look away

“do you have any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this? and how much it hurts me that you stayed outside? why didn’t you come to me?”

you looked away again, wiping the fresh stream of tears

it was getting harder now, to not give in. to not answer his questions and put an end to this once and for all

especially with yunho so close to you and caressing your bare knees that you put between the two of you

“tell me”

“i can’t”

“why not?”

“because…” you sighed deeply. you looked at him

if you weren’t drunk, every cell in your brain would have screamed at you to shut up

but because you were, it was now your heart tugging that did it for you

“don’t look at me like that, yunho.”

yunho only cocked his head, refusing to look at you any other way

you snaked your hands up your knees to meet his hands, locking your fingers

“you can’t distract me this time-”

yunho’s words got caught in his mouth when you started to lean forward and he drew back reflexively, looking at you questioningly

but you weren’t going to stop

he wanted answers? he would have them

so you continued to lean forward until you were on your knees and almost in his lap

you looked down at him, meeting his very confused eyes

“do you ever think about why i don’t come to you at these times? do you really not know the answer?”

you watched his ears flush

he knew

he must know

he must have a hint, at least, of what you felt for him

“is it really me?” he whispered

you didn’t answer this time

you couldn’t

you simply dropped down with a sigh and pulled your hands from his

he was so confused- he had no way to navigate through this without your help

but you were drunk right now

he decided you should at least be sober when you talk

and perhaps, you decided that too

so you resorted to climbing in his lap and holding him in a hug

he didn’t waste any time wrapping his arms around you

and planting a kiss on your head

just like he had done a thousand times now

“i’m sorry for making you worried,” you mumbled, burying your face in his sweatshirt, hearing his heartbeat

“i’m sorry for sounding angry- i didn’t mean to.”

“i know,” you assured him. “can i sleep here?”

“of course-”

“right here?”

yunho wished you would say such things with a warning because his heart dropped dangerously and he couldn’t help but let out a flustered laugh

“am i that comfortable?”

“you’re literally my human pillow”

and just like that, you were both back to normal

but yunho made sure not to let you forget about this

in the morning when you woke up before him and noticed him sleeping in a painful position to accommodate you on the couch

you watched him for the longest time

and snuck out to go back to your apartment and really panic this time

because boi, did you mess up this time

and it was the weekend. yunho would be up and asking questions in no time

you had nowhere to hide

perhaps, you should stop hiding now

the doorbell rang and for a moment you wondered if it was someone else

but when you opened the door to yunho with a bowl of soup in his hands, you knew he rang the doorbell for a reason

he would be asking you questions today

so you let him in, wondering how he would initiate the conversation

“i bet you have the worst headache now,” he goes, grinning like everything is normal

you didn’t realise he was being normal so you would lower your defences while you ate and chatted like normal

until he finally asked, “are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

“what happened last night?” you ask back

it was perhaps the wrong thing to say

because you see yunho’s gaze darken

you immediately sigh to let him know that yes, you know exactly what he is talking about

you did not like to see him angry so you decided to face what was next

but… anxiety started to creep in your chest as you looked at him, waiting for him to say something

“can you please tell me why you were crying last night? why did you not come and find me?”

you sigh deeply again, pursing your lips as you look at him

because you could feel it

this was it

it would never be the same again

you spend a few minutes staring at him, opening your mouth to say something but stopping, and then looking away and recalling exactly where you fucked up

and he’s so patient. he keeps waiting

he’s not even fiddling with anything right now. he’s just… there and watching you and waiting

you finally lock eyes with him and say, “have you ever wanted something so bad that in order to gain it, you risk losing it completely?”

yunho thinks it’s really cryptic, what you just asked him

because… yes, he’s wanted something that bad too

he didn’t realise it until the first summer he did not spend with you a few years ago

and he felt so lost until he saw you and everything started to make sense

and everything has made sense since

he’s wanted to make you smile every moment you spend with him

he’s wanted to embrace you eternally every moment you find home in his arms

he’s wanted to make you laugh because of all the sounds in this world, your laugh was his favourite 

even tho it sounded like windshield wipers

he’s wanted you so, so bad

but how could he ever admit it

suddenly, he understand you

and he finds himself nodding slowly, his heart beating with an urgency indicating the arrival of a change

it could make or break you both

so he says, “yes… yes i know exactly how that feels”

you both watch each other for a few moments, afraid to take the next step

but yunho won’t give in now- he doesn’t want to see you cry like that ever again

“is that why you were upset? you’ve been mulling over something like this?”

you’re hesitant but you nod

so he leans forward as if to hold your hands from across the table but he stops himself

and asks, “why have you been so afraid to tell me this?”

it’s silent. very silent

only the sounds of your breath in the room

and the sound of your heart in your ears

with a gulp, you manage to say, “because��� because i’m afraid of being selfish and losing you in the process.”

for a few seconds, yunho is frowning in confusion as he tries to make sense of what you said

and you see exactly when realisation hits him

when his features relax and his gaze clears and his mouth parts as he look at you

you don’t look away. you’re waiting for him to say something, to respond, to hurt you with what he’ll say next, anything

but he looks away and lets out a flustered laugh and you can’t help but let out your own nervous laugh as well

you watch his ears flush and his lips curl downwards as he stifles a smile

and you finally cry out, “say something, you idiot.”

yunho puts a hand over his mouth as he stares at you

and suddenly, you feel hot all over. the embarrassment is catching up to you

“are you telling me, y/n, that you like me? that you… actually want me?”

you blush furiously and you’re almost sweating now but you manage to nod

and yunho is laughing in disbelief again and you’ve had enough

you get up, muttering about getting a drink but yunho is quick to catch your wrist and pull you towards him

and you’re suddenly too close

he’s searching your eyes

“you want me?”

you give him a pleading look and he understands

he brings an almost trembling hand to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear first

“i need you to say it, y/n. because i-”

“yes,” you nod, “yes, i want you. is it too much to ask for? have i ruined things?”

yunho shakes his head and lets go of your wrist only to cup your face and you try to decipher the look in his eyes

it is not the first time he has looked at you this way but this time it’s a bit different

“do you have any idea how much i’ve wanted you since forever?”

you think you’re hearing things

because there is no way

there is absolutely no way

that jeong yunho- your best friend- wants you

“you’re not joking, are you?” is your response and yunho laughs a bit before he leans in, watching your breath get caught in your throat when he gazes at you

and then his gaze is stuck on your lips and he’s waiting 

and now your hands are moving out of their own accord, snaking up to his chest to fist his black sweatshirt

his nose brushing against yours undoes something in you

“yunho, please,” you manage to whisper

and then he finally pecks your lips

it’s cautious, it’s soft, and it’s nothing like you imagined it to be because you’re feeling a number of things

he scans your face briefly before he pecks your lips again, this time longer

and then he does it again and you’re finally moving your hands and tilting your face up so he can properly kiss you

and there’s no need for words anymore

the unspoken actions are enough

you open your mouth and he dives right in, kissing you eagerly

your knees were already weak so you struggle to stay upright but he’s quick to catch you

his arms are holding you to him and you’re the one cupping his face now as you kiss

it is years of longing and love poured into this kiss and none of you want to stop

but you eventually break apart for breath and then you realise exactly what position you both are in

and suddenly, you’re both laughing, too shy to look at each other and you hide your face in his chest

he’s caressing your back while you recover and when you look up, he’s got the most loving look in his eyes

“what took you so long to do that, y/n?” 

“i could ask the same,” you respond. “i could cry right now.”

yunho laughs, planting a kiss on your forehead. “well. how do you feel?”

you hug him, taking deep breaths

“i think we should really talk,” you laugh 

he steers you to the couch but he makes you sit in his lap so he can caress your face or play with your hair while you talk

and you can’t because he’s looking at you with the softest gaze ever

so you just ask him since when he started liking you- does he like you?

he tells you about how he, too, has been afraid to ruin things

and talks about how he thought you liked someone else

you ask him if he never got the hint

but you both know how wary you two have been, especially lately

never reading too much into things

perhaps one of you should have

“i’m sorry i made you suffer like that,” yunho finally says to let the weight off his shoulders. “i never realised you were hurting because of me.”

you tell him it’s not his fault and that if he did not like you back you would have been hurt, yes, but you would have dealt with it

except you are so lucky that he feels the same way about you

you can’t believe it, actually

you trace the curves of yunho’s face

it’s like you’re looking at each other for the first time now

“i’m yours,” he whispers when you finally look him in the eyes. “i’ve always been yours.”

you can’t help the tears now

they are tears of relief and sheer happiness

and yunho understands because he’s pretty sure he will cry soon too

he lets you pepper kisses on his face

and holds you when you hug him again

“good thing it’s the weekend, right? we can stay like this all day long.”

and you do

you have nothing you’d rather do

you stay in each other’s arms, talk about everything and anything, caress each other’s hands (mostly you bc you love his hands), makeout in between

and it’s so natural

nothing has changed- it’s just like before but better

you’re still joking around and teasing each other like before

he still passes a ‘ur ugly <3’ or a ‘what a mess’ note under your door

and you still respond with an explicit drawing

the suggestive jokes have levelled up tho

he always catches you off-guard with them and you either blush furiously or send something flying at him

a few things have changed tho

like when he finds you in the kitchen and gives you a back hug 

this time he’s quick to sneak in a kiss and maybe nibble at your neck

sometimes it turns into a heated makeout session

other times you ask him to stop so you can focus on cooking but he keeps distracting you until you’re running after him with a wooden ladle

and you two can’t stay away from each other now- you couldn’t anyway but this time it’s different

this time when you crawl in his bed at night time, he is quick to spoon you

and now he does not hesitate to find you in your apartment too, at night

earlier he used to keep a distance for the sake of you both- you realise how now

now he doesn’t sleep in the corner of the bed with the excuse that he likes it

he has to hold you while sleeping

and he has to mutter dirty little things to rile you up too

when your friends find out, they’re not surprised at all

they’re disappointed it took you two this long

they call you both dumb and dumber and perhaps, they’re right

but perhaps… this was the right time

there is a time for everything, you realise

and it took you and yunho years of being together to realise that yes

you are meant for each other and no one else :’) 

he’s your best friend, your other half, and your soulmate

he is yours <3

[moonchildmuses]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” for min & ji ( im soft)

Min squealed at his husband’s words and hid his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks heat up at the compliment. He wasn’t embarrassed, not at all – he just couldn’t contain his happiness, and he didn’t know how to react. “Shush, you’re making me blush!” He exclaimed and let his hands fall on his lap when he felt the dip of the bed behind him and a pair of little arms wrapped around his shoulders, accompanied by a giggle and a ‘happy birthday, papa!’ from his son. “Thank you, baby tiger.” He said, laughing again when the little boy climbed on his back and said he had to eat his breakfast. Min was about to agree and ask them to join him, but then a loud squeal of laughter interrupted him, and he couldn’t help but look up at his baby daughter in adoration. Ji was still standing at the foot of the bed, holding her in his arms, and Min suddenly wanted to cry because this was literally the life he had always dreamed of – and he couldn’t have been any more grateful.

“Come here, you two.” He told his husband and waited until he sat next to him to take the little girl from his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks and placing her on his lap before he pecked Ji’s lips. He had the most amazing family with the love of his life, and he truly felt like the luckiest, happiest man in the entire world. “I love you guys so much, did you know that?” He murmured, trying his best to hold back the emotional tears – but failing to do so as soon as Jinsoo told him they loved him more. Yeah, he really was the luckiest man in the world.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

....moon boy....in shibari....and reader's being there staring at them with a tiny remote for a vibro.....

I'd wish I could draw better 'cause the mental picture of this is making a havoc in my feelings...

Moon Boys + the noble art of shibari

Steven Grant:

*Of course we start with the softest boy. Steven knows (surprisingly) a thing or two about shibari, mostly because he sees it like the pinacle of visual erotism and, at the same time, a very original artistic performance.

*He gladly accepts to be your "Guinea pig", though he's nervous (it's his first time, after all) and makes a lot of funny comments that shows how anxious he actually is.

*"Steven, if you want me to stop..." "Whot? No, no, no, please keep going...I'm fine, I swear, it's just... well, isn't this funny? I must look like a ham"

*The only thing he shares with a ham is how delicious he looks once he's well tied up.

*I highly recommend to use a bullet vibrator. It's tiny, is easy to place in different positions, and it can be used at first like a teasing massage.

*Just imagine the gorgeous scene: Steven moaning and drooling while you turn on the toy and change speeds just to enjoy of his slow falling into ecstasy. And dear if he isn't a very vocal boy...

*Recommended shibari way: like the perfect english gentleman he is, you want him half-dressed (shirt, underwear -for now -and a pair of socks just if he wears them along with sock garters/holders, IDK, I think he'd look lovely), in a mix of box and frog tie.

Marc Spector:

*Look at him. This man had been tied up in a lot of forms and by a diversity of objects. You gotta need something special to impress (and "imprison") him.

*At first he doesn't get the point. Yeah, getting your partner restrained for sexy time is understandable but, is it very necessary to do it so complicated? Well, if it suits you...

*There's something special when you're tying your partner up, the fact you're in the middle of something intimate and supported by a real trust you share, that can be read as a previous game if you play your cards well. And since Marc responds very well to nice words... well, praise the man and he'll be yours.

*Use your hands and lips once he's well tied. Make him feel loved and desired like he deserves to, and meanwhile play with some of his soft spots until he's begging you to fuck him.

*"I'd wish you could look at yourself as I do... you're so beautiful... so perfect" (very lovely words if you weren't saying them while Marc squirms on the floor because he can't take more of the vibrator )

*Recommended shibari way: full naked. That's it. Arms above head can work along with a chest harness.

Jake Lockley:

*"A ver si te entendí ("Let me get this straight")... You want to tie me up and play kinky with me, amirite? Muñequita, you don't even need to ask, I'm fucking in"

*He also thinks the point of shibari is too extra. Like, you could easily use anything to restrain him (or at least try to, his favourite game is see how many time he needs to set himself free and give you some naughty payback).

*He truly thinks you'd look better in that than him. "Why do I feel a little like a piñata?" "Jake, that's so mood-killing" "Fine, sorry... are you going to stuff me or-?"

*Shibari isn't enough to tame him. You can (and should) use other things beside the vibrator, a nice gag perhaps, some nipple clamps...

*In the end, Jake always give up. It can take some time but you'll get your man grunting and begging for release if you push him to his limits. And he loves being treated like that, but just by you, because when everything's done, he knows you'll be there to take care of him.

*Suddenly he grows interest in shibari and other bondage forms. "Oi, muñequita, did you know there are hair ties for this little kink of yours?" "Why, yes" "...We should try it later, don't you think?"

*Recommended shibari way: Whatever you want Jake to wear (just remember gloves stay on), legs spread and arms out of the way, because touchy boy will try to grab you at the first chance.

[heartfe1t]

logan realizes that as lightheartedly as he'd meant what he'd said, it's sort of complicated, in their present situation.    ❝    sorry- that came off stronger than i meant it to… mimi- mimi's how i found you.   ❞    he tells her, soft smile on his face. logan just listens to her, as she talks about things, her life, the money... the card... he's gentle in the way he looks at her, not demanding the way he may have come off.    ❝    oh- i see… she's not feeling well... i'm sorry.   ❞    things definitely do happen. he knows that much, though, in a very different way. he's never had to worry about money.    ❝    if your check is ever late again let me know, okay? whether that's for a lawyer or just for money to hold you over. i care about you bells... i don't want you to be worrying about being able to take care of your daughter...   ❞    and while he doesn't want her to think he's just feeling sorry for her, he knows he can help her financially, and feels like he should given that and given their past. as she looks at the baby in her arms, his gaze falls there too with the softest of eyes.    ❝    she's precious…   ❞    he remembers when he thought he was going to have a baby, that feels like so long ago now... and now he's back with the girl from that time in his life... the version of himself that met bluebell wouldn't have thought that was possible.

    ❝    well now you know you have it if you need it- but definitely, next time, i'd appreciate it if you let me know so i know it's you and not a hacker or something.   ❞    he attempts to lighten the mood a bit.    ❝    but perhaps if you'd reached out to me i wouldn't have come… and i'm admittedly pleased that i did.   ❞    logan smiles at her, clearly oh so genuine as he does. it feels good to be standing in front of her now, even in the chill of the new york air. hearing her laugh feels good too, and he's happy to be the source of her amusement.    ❝    i do know that, yes. on both sides. i remember your taste as much as the fact we're fortunate enough to have ended things on good terms.   ❞    he's lucky for that in so many ways, and not only because he'd gotten so caught up in things there wasn't a prenup signed before they were at the altar. there's a smile on his face as she invites him in, and he gladly follows her into her place.    ❝    okay gotcha… well- i'll keep my voice down. i don't want to wake her or anything of the sort.   ❞    he replies easily. it is sort of nice, to be in her home now, in her presence, see the girl who had meant so much to him at one point he'd gone so far as to marry her. as she explains the money, he smiles.    ❝    i'm glad it was able to take care of you like that… a house, a car, pay for your school. that makes me happy. this neighborhood does seem nice, i was going to say.   ❞    even though this life wasn't the one he thought she'd be using the money for at this age, he's happy for her in the sense that she was taken care of for a while at least.

❝    yeah...    makes    sense.    ❞    she    says,    closing    her    eyes    for    a    moment    and    breathing    through    a    deep    breath.    she    should    have    expected    that    he'd    have    someone    track    her    down.    she'd    used    his    card    after    all.    it    had    been    so    long,    she    was    surprised    it    was    even    still    active,    but    there    was    still    a    year    before    it    expired.    ❝    a    lot    of    stuff    happened.    it's    not    that    big    of    a    deal.    i    just    wasn't    expecting    the    doctor's    visit    this    week,    and    the    medicine,    and    there    was    supposed    to    be    a    child    support    check    but    something    happened...    ❞    she    feels    so    stupid    explaining    all    of    this    to    him.    she'd    do    anything    for    her    daughter    and    she    was    desperate.    it    was    like    every    bad    thing    that    could    have    gone    wrong    in    the    moment    had    gone    wrong.    it    was    a    perfect    storm    leading    her    to    having    to    use    the    card.    ❝    it    should    have    lasted    longer    but    things    happen.    ❞    is    all    she    says,    sighing    as    she    looks    down    at    lydia    stirring    in    her    arms.    she    needs    to    get    her    to    her    crib    so    she    can    sleep    a    bit    more    soundly,    but    with    the    little    girl    not    feeling    well,    bell    had    just    wanted    to    have    her    close.    

❝    i    didn't    realize    i    still    had    it,    either,    and    then    my    card    declined,    and    i    was    trying    to    find    another    one    and    figure    out    what    to    do,    and    there    it    was...    i    should    have    at    least    text.    ❞    she    hadn't    been    sure    if    he    still    had    the    same    cell    phone    number,    though,    and    she'd    just    wanted    to    get    back    home.    at    his    comment    about    spite,    though,    she    laughs    softly.    ❝    you    know    i    was    never    much    of    an    hermès    girl.    and    there's    no    spite,    we    were    young    and    we    didn't    work    out.    ❞    when    he    asks    to    come    in,    she    glances    back    over    her    shoulder,    and    then    steps    aside.    ❝    yeah,    uh,    come    on    in.    i    moved    out    just    before    i    had    her,    but    eloise    watched    her    while    i    ran    to    the    store,    and    she's    crashing    here    for    the    night.    probably    already    asleep,    though.    she's    on    call    so    she    might    rush    out    of    here    pretty    quickly    if    a    patient    goes    into    labor.    ❞    as    tired    as    she    is,    she's    kind    of    excited    to    see    logan,    to    get    to    talk    to    him.    he'd    been    such    a    good    part    of    her    life,    even    though    they    hadn't    worked    out.    ❝    actually,    speaking    of    the    money...    paid    my    student    loans    off    and    then    saved    the    rest    of    it.    it    was    only    recently    that    i    actually    had    reason    to    spend    it.    got    a    safe    car    and    this    place,    nice    neighborhood    with    good    schools    and    daycares    nearby.    ❞

[sylverstorms]

Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.5

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

Everything hurts. But what else is new.

The past forty hours since the Grand Chambermaid stitched you up for the second time have been a living hell.

You're exhausted, but you can't truly rest. You jerk awake at the slightest muscle twitch in your sleep and the subsequent nuclear explosion of pain it causes across your shoulders.

Then there's more than the physical aspect to it. Because mentally, you're going paranoid. The softest sound from beyond the window of your room turns your blood to ice. You refuse to look outside out of fear of seeing that flying creature's shadow. Even if nothing's there, your eyes may still play cruel tricks on you.

Either way, one little push and your mind may fall apart again. That's what you despise the most about your situation.

Still, you try to keep it together. To ground yourself. You're used to going through storms like this all by your lonesome.

Except, to your surprise... you're not alone, this time.

Many of the other maids come to check on you. They bring painkillers, flowers, wishes to get better soon.

Rhiannon pays you regular visits and introduces Alexia to you during one of them. To your utter surprise –despite her choice of partner and what you wrongly assumed that says about her— she's utterly normal, too. Seemingly a tad distant, at first, but only at first.

For the first time in your life, you have the sense that you're part of something.

And that's new.

Warming.

-

However, as much as it stings to think...

Perhaps it would be better for everyone, in the long run, if that flying monster had succeeded in killing you.

-

Late at night on the fourth day, your door quietly opens and closes again. You're not at all alarmed by the sound; so many people come and go from your room lately that you're completely at ease with it.

Rhiannon probably forgot something in here, you assume.

Only, the steps approaching are too light. The even taps of those heels don't sound like hers. When you slowly and carefully roll around, it's not a green pair of eyes you meet, but subtly heterochrome amber.

“Hello, Knight!” Daniela gives a little wave that's several levels cuter than it has any right to, coming from her kind. “Aw, don't you look elated to see me~”

You aren't so sure that is quite how your wide eyes are to be interpreted, but who are you to argue. You also doubt how well you can handle her peculiar moods in your current state, which... must look about as bad as it feels.

What do I even care about that, though?

Daniela doesn't bother pulling the chair in front of your modest desk to sit like most other visitors do. Instead, she lowers herself right to the edge of your mattress, looking down at you with those too-bright eyes in the dark.

Even from the centimetres between her leg and your hand, you feel the chill radiating off her body. She appears much more rigid than usual, too. You wonder if it's from the cold or the scent of blood surely lingering beneath your bandages.

“I thought you'd be up by this point. But that thing got you good, huh...” her soft voice trails off, her eyes moving across your shoulders, as if she can see the gashes underneath two layers of bandages and the loose shirt you're wearing.

It should scare you, this predator leaning over you, examining you, while you're utterly defenceless. Oddly enough, though... your heart isn't beating any faster. Daniela doesn't have the wild, feral look in her gaze from that first time you were in similar positions. If anything, her demeanor is oddly... calm.

“You gotta recover faster. The other maids are boooring~” she whines. Literally whines the last part.

An involuntary, tiny smile curves your lip. “I'm trying.”

“Try harder.” she huffs. Crimson locks of hair fly with the released air.

“Yes ma'am.” you reply, tone between seriousness and playing along.

Any amusement that may have started to build, however, suffers an abrupt death as you start to feel uncomfortably hot again. The covers on top of you are suddenly frustrating and you have to push them further down your middle. Heck, even your thin shirt feels like a brand on your skin. A slow-spreading ache buzzes at your temples.

Daniela’s brow creases with a slight frown at the flush of your body. “What’s wrong?”

“Why is it so hot here…?” escapes you in barely a breath.

“Hot? It’s freezing in here.” she complains, earlier composure breaking as she rubs her hands over her biceps to generate any sort of heat. She’s not wearing gloves, this time and her fingers look unhealthily pale.

Daniela’s eyes scan you, now filled with curiosity. A little flash of an idea crosses them, as clear to you as a shooting star. In the few seconds it takes her to move, you’re expecting all sorts of things from her and none of them are good.

Slowly, almost experimentally, Daniela lifts her hand… and rests it on your stomach.

Her touch should feel too cold, but in your current state it provides the perfect soothing chill. The arrangement seems to work both ways, because she brings her other hand to your side, as well, long fingers splaying against you.

Her eyelashes flutter closed. A pleasurable little sigh escapes her parted lips. She even tilts her chin up a bit and it’s obvious she’s so thoroughly enjoying this…

But, really, it shouldn’t look so sinful.

A traitorous shiver runs down your stomach, lingering low in your belly. She could crush you in half if she wanted, like this, yet that’s the farthest thing from what your mind is picturing her hands doing. If anything, the thought is making you burn even further, even in places that weren’t, before.

“You feel good…” she husks –fuck, you didn’t think her voice could drop to this timbre— and her dark-painted nails dig a tad into the fabric of your shirt.

Honestly? You forget how to breathe. Your stomach plummets through the floor.

Kill me now, Lord, kill me now…

Thankfully –thankfully, you repeat to yourself until you believe it— a sound only one of you can catch distracts Daniela. Her head turns right and upwards, listening in.

“Why is mother calling for me now…?” Her pretty lips then pull into a pout. She looks back at you again, reluctant to let go. “Guess I have to leave. Stay toasty for me, Knight.”

With a soft pat on your abs, Daniela stands. She sends you that darling wave again.

Then, in a swirl of blowflies, she’s gone.

-

-

It takes you a full week to return to work.

You could certainly take more days off for a complete recovery, but you were never one to stand being idle long. Especially now, where it indirectly burdens the other girls. No, you need something to do, to keep you occupied so your mind doesn’t travel. The places it tends to lead to are not safe.

So it’s with great relief that you pick up your trusty cleaning tools again and return to polishing suits of armor, decorations and floors, until you can practically see your reflection in them.

It's habit by now for you to put off the most dangerous section of your assigned wing, the library Daniela frequents, until the end of your shift.

Except, if you're completely honest with yourself –and you don't want to be— this time it's not so much the fear of her that has you hesitating outside the closed door. Rather, the memory of the last time the two of you were in the same space is to blame.

Daniela is there when you enter the library, on the couch facing the fireplace, legs pulled up so her new book is resting on her knees. Despite the pleasant atmosphere of the room, not hot but not cold either, she looks like she's one step away from shivering.

What strange physiology, you muse and go about dusting off the first massive shelf;

“Knight.” her voice calls, in a volume lower than usual. “Leave that and come here.”

You don't exactly have much of a choice in the matter.

Subtly heterochrome eyes break away from the page to look into yours. The light of the fire ahead of her brings out new flecks of gold in them you hadn't noticed before. They glint like the gemstone on the choker around her neck.

“Sit.” She pats the cushion beside her once.

You eye the seat wearily, but you know better than to ignore her. Very carefully, you lower yourself down to the plush couch.

“Warm me up.” she demands next.

Her amber orbs drop down to the book again, though you know you only have so much time to please the princess. Gathering your courage, you lift your hand... and gently lower it on her back.

The coiled muscles you can feel there, underneath her all-black outfit, loosen a bit at the newfound heat. Long eyelashes flutter like a butterfly's wings. When you dare caress up and down, Daniela all but purrs like an oversized mutant cat.

It's... strangely thrilling? No, no what's wrong with you—

It's strange. Strange, fullstop. From this close, she feels smaller than you thought.

“You know,” she speaks up an indefinite amount of time later. “Before Mother called for me the other day, I wanted to do something. And I've been thinking about it ever since.”

“Hm?”

You don't have the time to question what that is or react to what she does next.

With frightening speed, Daniela pushes herself up, slides a leg over your own and straddles your thighs.

Your heart slams to the back of your ribcage in alarm. Your stitches pull at the sudden tightness of your shoulders. She doesn't have the blood-crazed gleam in her eye that signals fatal danger, but with Daniela that doesn't necessarily mean you're safe, either.

“Relax, Knight.” coos the predator, deceptively soft, as she's perched on top of you. Her cold hand lays flat against your chest, where your pulse kicks wildly against your skin.

The touch shouldn't help your nerves settle down somewhat, yet it does. Daniela is keeping most of her weight on her legs rather than yours, studying your face.

There's a very stark dichotomy to the way she looks right here; a devil who's killed and maimed for fun, illuminated by the backlight of the fireplace with an orange glow akin to that of a saint.

Even you are confused by what you feel in this moment suspended in time, whether it's anxiety caused by her nature or awe at the perfection of her features.

“I'm just curious about something.” she admits with a little shrug. “Indulge me for a moment? And I'll let you go. Promise.”

Your gaze flits to her crimson mouth while it moves, then back to hers. Maybe she doesn't care to wait for your consent, or maybe –and this is the scarier thought— it's clear in your eyes.

Either way...

Daniela leans forward and presses her smooth lips to yours, cold to hot. The first slide and lock is experimental, almost innocent. Your hands come up to her waist out of need for something to hold on to. Except the grip makes her release a soft sigh against you and, well....

Your brain shuts down right there.

Despite the many many voices of reason telling you otherwise, you press forward, lick over her lower lip, revelling in how eagerly she opens her velvet mouth for you. Surprisingly, Daniela tastes of vanilla-flavored lipstick and wine, a combo that makes you want to devour her.

And her broken little moan, God, it's the hottest thing ever.

Daniela's thighs clench tightly around yours, as if she’s barely resisting the urge to grind down. She already feels warmer in your lap. You can't help but wonder how hot you can really make her with just a kiss—

But the hand resting on your chest moves up to your shoulder to grip you harder and drags over your bandaged stitches in the process.

You literally cry out.

Daniela springs off of you.

The sharp waves of pain that literally numb your entire upper half are exactly the slap across the face you needed in this moment. Your well-deserved reminder of the only outcome available for you if you forget what she is and what she can do to you for even a second;

Agony.

“Hey... Knight, look at me.” she requests, but you can't.

You can't, you gotta get out of here.

“I didn't mean to…”

You stumble on your way to the door. You're like a woman drowning, desperate to make it to the surface for air, except you're choking in your demons rather than water.

When you get to the corridor, you don't look back to see if she's followed you.

You don't look back.

[babylooneytoonz]

The Vessel [Pt. 15- Final Chapter]

Geralt of Rivia x fem! reader

A/N- This is officially the end of my book, and I want to thank you all for sparing the time to read it. Thank you! 🤍

Warnings: fluff and soft Geralt

*Please reblog if you like it, do not repost or claim my work as yours.

[My Masterlist] [My Witcher Masterlist - Read the other parts here!]

Geralt grumbled under his breath, yet his movements were quiet; stealthy like a cat as he didn't want to wake you. You were almost due to give birth, and Geralt didn't want to disturb your sleep, because you hardly got any. Although it was strangely pleasing to him to watch you try to pacify your baby, sometimes stroking your bump, or sometimes singing to it, and he didn't want to admit he secretly loved it, he was happy the baby was calm today, and you were peacefully asleep.

He entered your shared bedroom back in your home in Redania where he now mostly spent his time, when he was not out hunting monsters, that was. His armour was soiled with gore, fragments of the kikimora's intestines, and he wanted nothing more than to drown himself into a bath, and relax but he didn't want to wake you up.

The size of the body the man had, silence was the least dominant trait that he had. As he took off his armour, the armour fell from his hand, crashing against the floor with the clatter that woke you up instantly.

"Fuck, who's there?" You almost sat up in bed, grabbing a nearby empty pitcher of water in your grip, ready to throw it at whoever it was, your mind slightly disoriented as you had been asleep.

"It's just me," Geralt grumbled, frowning at how clumsy he was, immediately bending and picking up his armour. Finally, your eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room, and when you saw him, you slowly slid out of the bed and waddled towards him.

"What have you done to yourself, my love? You look like a piss pot."

"Hm, blame the kikimora," Geralt grumbled, under his breath, and you ended up chuckling as he tried to shoo you back into bed, waving his hands.

"Didn't mean to wake you, go to bed, [Y/N]."

"It's okay, Geralt. Let me draw your bath," You motioned to him to take off his dirty clothes while you decided to warm some water so he could take a bath.

Geralt didn't let you carry the pails of water yourself, of course and neither could you. In fact, it was difficult for you to climb the stairs owing to the fact that your bump was blocking your view of your feet.

You watched as he slid into the warm water, his body immediately relaxing as the soothing touch of the heat hit his sore body.

"I can't wait to give birth, Geralt," you mumbled as you sat against the edge of the bed, rubbing a paste that you had created over your swollen ankles, as much as you could bend, while Geralt relaxed in the bathtub, his eyes flicking occasionally towards you and a small smile graced his lips at the sight of you.

When Geralt didn't reply, you lifted your gaze, fixing it on him, noticing how he was staring at you. His lips were curved— so minutely, that only you and Jaskier could understand now, little details about him, like when he was amused, or in a jestful mood. You stood up, letting the vessel down on the bed, and walked up to fix yourself behind your Witcher's back, your hands coming to rest against the base of his neck as you began scrubbing him. Geralt of Rivia's company had taught to treat silence as bliss.

"What was that?" You frowned as you looked up at the wooden door of your bedroom. You had been sitting against the headboard of your bed, while Geralt was laying on your lap, almost having dozed off; your fingers gently stroking through his locks, lulling him into an even deeper sleep.

The words had barely escaped your lips, and Geralt was up, rigid and alert, like a wolf. He jumped, in one movement, standing by your bed, his hand drawn towards you, his palm raised, motioning you to stay still as he grabbed his sword with the other hand.

"Jaskier? Is that you?" Geralt snarled, but the pounding outside your door didn't stop, and instead it worsened, the loud noise now giving you a headache, forcing you to press your hands against your ears.

Just as Geralt darted towards the door, ready to pull it open and see for himself as to exactly who this intruder was when suddenly, the door flung open, and a Cintran guard tossed Jaskier in, who fell on his knees where Geralt was.

"Geralt! Say something, I am being tossed about like a worthless sack of grain!" Jaskier dramatized, and you hurriedly slid against the edge of the bed while Geralt drew his sword towards the Cintran guard.

The guard turned, regarding you through the armoured helmet that covered his face partially, and then nodded to himself before his voice rang out, "My Queen, the Princess is here, as expected."

"Touch her, I'll break your fucking bones," Geralt growled, his grip on his sword tightening when suddenly, "Lower your weapons! I'm here to talk," a familiar voice commanded, and you knew who it was. You pressed your lips together in a slight anger, both your hands coming to rest protectively against your swollen belly.

Calanthe entered, her eyes falling first thing on the Witcher and her frown widened, before she turned towards you, "Knew I'd find you here."

You bit your lip, eyeing her carefully, when Geralt began speaking, and her head shot towards him.

"If you're here to drag her to that King who fucked his own sister, then it's too late."

You nodded at Geralt's words, immediately rushing to Geralt's side, stepping behind him, grabbing on to his hand that wasn't holding the sword, your fingers entwining with his, "Yes, mother. My baby will not be a bastard anymore. We're married now."

"I'm not here to ask you to marry Foltest, I'm here to—" she stopped talking, throwing out her hands towards you, trying to nudge you to go to her but you stayed by Geralt's side, "I'm here to take you home. Your Kingdom needs you. I need you. If the Witcher is who you desire then, I give my blessings."

"What?" You and Jaskier said almost together, and you almost choked on a gasp.

"All my life, I thought you were dead and then I found you only to lose you again. Come home, I can't rule a Kingdom anymore, I need you to sit on that throne."

The shock of it all was hard to process. You gasped, tightening your grip on Geralt's hand and he turned towards you with a frown, "You okay?"

"A throne? This is too much."

"You were born for this, [Y/N]." Calanthe continued.

Suddenly, your mind began zoning out the voices, and the voices of Geralt, Calanthe and Jaskier were just background noises to you. You felt something wet slide down the inside of your legs, and your eyes widened. Your breathing laboured suddenly as a sudden cramp tore through your stomach, all too suddenly, and you whelp escaped your lips, causing Geralt to turn towards you.

"I don't think.. I can think of any throne right now.. mother.. I think the baby is coming."

That was, perhaps, the fastest journey Geralt had made, to the village to get the midwife, while Calanthe stayed with you.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Calanthe wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her hand and you growled at her, "Then what exactly am I doing mother? You are not helping!! I would rather have you switch places with Jask'."

"Leave me out of this. I have a history of fainting at the sight of a lot of blood," Jaskier called out from outside the room, and you groaned in pain, and part annoyance, now aware that he was lurking right outside your door.

You screamed as another contraction tore through your body, the midwife having finally arrived as Calanthe switched positions with her and you felt her squat down by your lower region. You tried breathing, preparing yourself for another crippling contraction, spreading your legs and arching your back, as Calanthe tried to soothe you.

"Geralt, I fucking hate you for doing this to me! I hope you hear me!" You screamed in pain, even though you knew you would regret this later when you would have your baby pressed to your chest.

The sun set, and the sun rose again the next day; but your screaming didn't die. It was only when the sun was right above your home did the first cries of your girl finally fill your shack. Tears of joy flew freely through your eyes, and your mother's as she pressed the babe to her chest, looking down at her slightly golden eyes in awe.

"She's got Geralt's eyes," she whispered to you, as you let out a sob, and weakly threw out your hands so you would hold her in your arms. She was so tiny, and so perfect, her eyes like Geralt, a tuft of golden white locks already on top of her otherwise bald head.

"Mother, can you take her? I feel.. like all my energy is gone."

"Lay down and close your eyes, child. You've birthed a baby, and that isn't easy as the menfolk think it is. I have her," she took her from your arms, and you smiled weakly at the sight before you let your eyes shut.

You were in a dreamless slumber, your slumber so deep that even Jaskier playing the lute against your ears would not have been enough to wake you up.

After a long time, you stirred in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

The sight in front of you, as you propped yourself up against your elbows, made your heart swell with love. Geralt sat on a chair, his eyes pressed shut, his chest rising up and down the only movement that you could see, holding your daughter close to his chest. The little babe looked tiny as compared to the Witcher's bulky frame, yet this was the softest sight you had ever seen. You slid to the edge of the bed, letting the bare pads of your feet brush against the cold floorboards as you pushed your still sore body up. Just then, Jaskier entered the room, his eyes lighting up as he saw you.

You smiled when you saw that he was holding the blanket that you had knitted for the baby when you had found out of the pregnancy.

"Here," he whispered in a low voice so he didn't wake the father and the daughter as he threw out his hand towards you. You only shook your head and pointed towards Geralt.

"Scared to put it on him?" You joked, your voice a whisper too.

"For the first time, I don't want to ruin the moment," he smiled, as he pulled you into a side hug and you almost sniffled dramatically, pouting, "Well, Jaskier. Aren't you in love?"

"Princess, I'm not ashamed to say I'm in love with her. She is the best thing that's happened to us."

"Oh, Jaskier—" You blurted out, a little too loud, and the Witcher grumbled slightly, stirring from his sleep as he fluttered his eyes open; the first thing his eyes falling on being the baby in his arms, and then up at you.

Geralt smiled and nodded, as you walked up to him, lowering yourself on his thigh, carefully placing your palm on top of her head.

"She's perfect, my love," Geralt whispered, and you nodded, wrapping your arm around his neck, letting your head rest against his.

It was the calm before the storm.

You stood by the massive window of your chambers, staring at the city ahead of you— Cintra.

Your Kingdom, your home, which you now ruled, with your Witcher by your side.

"What are you thinking, love?"

The familiar rasp of a voice made you turn towards him, a faint smile breaking out against your lips. Geralt was propped on his elbow, his naked chest glistening as a ray of sunshine fell directly on him, his lower body wrapped in the silkiest of the blankets.

"I have an ill feeling, Geralt."

"Come to bed, love. Let me make you feel better," Geralt smirked, as he patted on the empty side of your bed but before you could, a loud babble of a baby filled the room.

Both you and Geralt turned towards the door, watching your one year old taking baby steps towards the two of you.

"How the hell?" Geralt muttered, when Jaskier darted into the room; his hair unkempt, paint caked on his cheeks and his shirt. He grabbed Fiona in his arms, and swung her up and the little girl cackled in glee, making you grin.

"Sorry, I was just teaching her how to paint. She ran off with my brushes," he sheepishly grinned before his eyebrow shot up and he eyed Geralt, "Don't let my interference stop whatever the two of you were planning to do. Perhaps, planning a sibling for her."

Geralt grunted under his breath, while you ended up snorting to his comment, shaking your head, "That's not happening, Jaskier. I'm done with mages and their spells. Now run along, we've got things to do."

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[missnight0wl]

Aside from disliking Jae's extreme OOC-ness in this new TLSQ (it was like they wanted to make this quest MERULA'S but changed her to Jae but left the personality intact), I'm really annoyed that Badeea is not here to share some of the blame, because she was involved in this affair too, and left MC to clean up THEIR mess. MC might have suggested the painting but Badeea painted it. Plus, it was her that brought Jae's mood to MC's attention.

To be honest, I can’t really agree that Jae was extremely OOC. I mean, to be fair, it’s kind of the point of the story that he wasn’t quite himself.

Of course, he had moments where he was indeed OOC. The thing that bothered me the most was probably how he didn’t want to be „soppy” or „soft”. Like, I’m sorry, but Jae Kim is one of the softest bois. He never really had problems talking about emotions. Sure, he’s not overly sentimental, and I’d say that he tends to discuss things with humour. But he talks freely about MC being a good friend, about missing MC in detention… We can talk with him about being worried, and he’s always supportive. Heck, he was the one who reminded us about our happy memory with Rowan after their death. Seriously, Jae was NEVER like: „Oh, I can’t be soft because I have a reputation to maintain!”.

On the other hand, the main reason why he was upset that day was because he couldn’t complete the tradition he had with his parents. We saw on a couple of occasions now that Jae cares about his family very much. So, it’s really understandable, in my opinion, that not being able to go to the Three Broomstick was quite devastating for him – and things only went worse from there.

Oh, and I definitely can’t agree that the quest was written for Merula. Merula would start yelling at everyone right away, blame MC constantly, and probably wouldn’t even accompany us. Jae was trying to cooperate most of the time, and he was actually trying to help – even though he rightfully thought it’s not his fault. Only by the very end, he lost his patience.

That being said, I do agree about Badeea. It’s just weird that she wasn’t called with us at the beginning. I mean, she was the one to paint the painting but also enchanted it. And interestingly, she even noticed herself that the whole thing might’ve been her fault:

So, I don’t get why she was basically abandoned by the quest. Not only it’d make more sense from the story point of view for her to be with us. But frankly, I think it’d be simply fun to have her around. Perhaps it’d be easier to deal with the fact that the whole problem was totally forced and artificial.

[quirrrky]

Hello pretty girl!! I was wondering if i could join your new ask game?? They are always soo fun!! My Haikyuu comfort character is Bokuto, i love the baby but im not a fan of his emo moods, like the first two might be adorable but as time goes they would get tiring and hard to deal with because i also have my moments. For you id say Nobuyuki, he would tell Kuroo off and comfort you if they bother you^^

Neway, i hope school is going good for you and that you are enjoying this week <3 please hydrate yourself and stay safe

hey- YOU'RE PRETTY TOO 💖 that's the softest ever...kuroo reacting to nobuyuki comforting me hjjghkjl and yeah, school 🤡 I'm hydrating well tho! I hope you are too PLS

🎱 your 2nd male lead is…

🥈 HINATA SHOUYO hypes you up whenever you need it, makes bokuto second-guess himself that perhaps he should look after you as well

[ayu-shiridara]

Fall pt.5 (George Weasley X Reader)

Another terrible thing to read.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After your marriage, you and George stayed at the Burrow with Molly, since Ginny and Harry are living somewhere as well as Ron and Hermione you two decided to live with Molly for the meantime. After Fred's death, everything changed. George's mood is not always good. You can hear his sobs in the middle of the night. You don't know what to do.

"Am I not good enough to cheer him up?" You asked Molly while crying in her arms in the lounge.

"It's not like that dear, he's still grieving to his twin's death, " Molly said comforting you.

She wiped your tears and kissed your forehead.

"Let's make something that can make both of you feel better, " Molly said.

You nodded and both of you headed to the kitchen. She cooked your favourite food and gave you some tea.

"Eat and we will visit Fred's and Levi's graveyard after this, " Mrs Weasley said.

After lunch, you decided to go upstairs and

"Georgie?" You said and walked to him.

"(Y/N), " George said and he extended his arms asking for a hug.

"We're going to visit Fred and Levi, are you coming with us?" You asked in your softest tone.

"Sure, I'm just going to get ready, wait for me, " he said and released you from the hug.

You nodded and head downstairs to help Molly arrange the flowers you're going to bring on Fred and Levi's graveyard. After a minute Arthur arrives from work. All of you left the Burrow and walk to the graveyard. You holding the flowers while George's arms wrapped around your waist walking silently. When you arrive at their graveyard, Molly cleaned the gravestone and George placed the flowers on it.

"Freddie we missed you, both you and Levi missed a lot of things. I'm going to re-open the shop next week. A lot of customers want to explore the shop again. Isn't it great? I just wished you're still here with us, " George said.

He stands up and you buried your face in his chest while hugging him. After an hour you all went back to the Burrow.

--

The following week you and George went back to the shop. You helped him with restoring some stuff.

"Come on Georgie let's go and grab some lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, " you said.

He became more silent after Fred's death. He barely speaks or laughs. Both you and George walk to the Leaky Cauldron and order some food. While both you and George are having your lunch someone cleared her throat from the back. You and George turn around to look who is it.

"George!" The girl exclaimed.

"Angelina?" George asked.

"Yes, you still remember me, " Angelina exclaimed and hugged George.

You cleared your throat making them broke the hug.

"Who is she?" Angelina asked.

"I'm (Y/N) Weasley, George's wife, " you said proudly.

Her actions are different, you can sense that she wants George for herself.

"Oh, you're Harry's friend, (Y/N)(L/N)?" She said.

"Not only Harry's friend but also my wife, " George said and grabbed your waist.

Since both of you are done eating, George pays for the bills and both of you immediately exited the Leaky Cauldron leaving Angelina. You went back to the shop and both you and George finished doing your business. It's dinner and you're sitting on the dining table while waiting for your husband to finish the meal.

"I was surprised to see Angelina, I haven't heard anything about her since we dropped out of Hogwarts, " George said.

You didn't say a word because you hate hearing Angelina's name. It's obvious that she liked your husband.

"We're going to reopen the shop tomorrow right?" You asked, changing the topic.

"Yeah, I'm excited to meet new customers again. And a bit sad because it's only you and me, just missing Freddie, " George said and sighed.

"Everything is going to be fine, I missed him too Georgie, " you said and hold George's hand.

"Love, can you promise me one thing?" George said.

"Anything, " you replied.

"Please don't leave me like everyone I love did, " He said.

You smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Never, " you said.

The following day you reopened the shop. A lot of customers excitedly purchased George's products. It was a successful reopening. The day went well not until a woman entered the shop wearing seductive clothes.

"Georgie, can you tell me how this works?" She said in her flirty tone of voice.

"I can tell you how, " You said and frowned at her.

"Can't a customer request who's going to assist her?" Angelina asked.

You sighed and just watched how an old schoolmate flirts with our husband which is too annoying.

--

Days passed and Angelina always visits the shop. Which annoyed you the most. One night you're sitting on the armchair reading a book waiting for him to arrive. He came home drunk.

"Where have you been?" You asked worriedly.

He didn't say a word and pressed his lips on yours harshly. His hands toured around your body.

"Love, I want you tonight, " he whispered to your ear.

"George you're drunk, " you said.

But that didn't stop him. You did it both of you had a long night.

--

After that night George becomes more affectionate to you. You felt more relieved that he won't cheat on you. He will never look at other girls. Today Ron volunteered to help George at the shop because you're going to visit Molly to the Burrow.

"I'll be leaving, I will come back tonight, " You said.

"Be safe love, " George said and before you leave he kissed you.

When you arrive at the Burrow, Molly welcomed you with a hug as well as Arthur.

"(Y/N) dear, how are you?" Molly said.

"We're doing great, we reopened the shop and it was successful, " you said.

"That's good to hear, " Arthur said.

You're in the middle of the conversation but suddenly you felt weird. You felt like throwing up. You ran to the sink and threw up.

"(Y/N) are you okay?" Arthur asked.

You nodded and wiped your mouth. Molly handed you a glass of water.

"Let's bring her to St. Mungos, " Molly said.

"I'm fine, " you said.

"No dear, I have a feeling that nevermind, come on, " Molly said bringing you to St. Mungo.

The healer checked you and you waited for hours for the results to come.

"Congratulations Mrs Weasley, " the healer said.

"Why are you congratulating me?" You asked confusedly.

"You're having a baby, " The healer said and left.

You don't know what to say. You and George are having a baby. Finally having a proper family. The best news you ever heard. You can't wait for the day to end and tell George everything. It's like a dream come true.

"We're happy for you, " Molly said.

--

The day went stressing for George. You're not around so he can't control his emotions. He went outside, it's hot outside he felt dehydrated when an Angelina showed up giving him a bottle of water.

"Thanks, " George said and drank it.

Not knowing that Angelina put an Amortentia in it. The day ended and Ron bid a goodbye. George was waiting for you in the shop when a Lady entered.

"Sorry ma'am but the store is closed already you can come back tomorrow, " George said.

But the woman didn't listen.

"Georgie, " Angelina said flirtily.

Then pressed his lip onto George's. George who was under a love potion doesn't understand, he thinks that the woman who's snogging him was you.

--

"I transfigured this letter to a ring, I'm sure George will figure out what's in this ring. I'm excited to tell him about our unborn child, " you said happily.

You put your wedding ring to a chain and wear it as a necklace and place the transfigured ring to your ring finger. Arthur sent you back to the flat and before you leave the burrow you gave Molly a hug.

"I can't wait to meet my grandchild, " she said.

When you arrive at the flat you thanked Arthur before he went back to the burrow.

"Thank you, Dad, " you said.

"Say hi to George for me, " Arthur said.

You smiled at him. You notice that the lights in the shop are still on.

"Perhaps George is still waiting for me," you said to your self.

You opened the shop and called for George but no one answered. You notice a familiar figure of two people on the counter. You walked nearer to the counter. You burst into tears. You can't believe it. George was snogging Angelina.

"How could you?" You cried.

They broke the kiss and looked at you. Your heart shattered into pieces. It feels like thousands of knives are stabbing your heart. You remove the fake ring and throw it to the floor and walk away from the shop. You ran as far as you could. You don't want to see their faces anymore. Your feet dragged you to Levi and Fred's graveyard. You cried you screamed.

"Why? Why do I have to suffer like this, " you screamed

You wish Levi was here. You wish Fred was here. Or you wish you died with them.

You knelt down and hugged yourself.

"I wish they're still alive too," a familiar voice said.

You stopped crying and you turned around and saw Draco.

"Why are you crying? Are you okay?" He said.

Once again you burst into tears and Draco hugged you.

"Go on, cry, cry until you feel better. This is what Levi used to do when I don't feel good, " he said and rubbed your back.

After an hour you finally stopped crying.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

You nodded. You don't know that Draco is nice. It shocked you but you're thankful that he is here to comfort you.

"I always visit these two every night. I love to talk to them. About what happened to me the whole day, " he said.

You didn't say a word and you rested your head to his shoulder. You're tired and don't know where to go. You don't want to see George or Angelina. You don't want to go home.

"Come on it's getting cold, I know a cosy place to stay for the night, you can tell me what happens when you're ready, trust me," Draco said.

Draco leads you a familiar forest. He opened a small cabin with a trapdoor only.

"Alohamora, " Draco said and the trap door opened.

The trapdoor revealed stairs. You walk down and Draco followed you. He's telling the truth this place is cosy. You looked around and saw a lot of pictures.

"This is Levi's home, before the battle of Hogwarts she brought me here and told me that I'm always welcome here, " Draco said.

It's unusual that Draco us being talkative and soft. But at least he made you feel better.

--

George stood there confused. Angelina soon left the shop. He picked up that ring and placed it inside his pocket. The next morning Ron visited the shop.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Ron asked.

"She cried and ran away yesterday, " George said.

"What happened? You didn't run after her?" Ron asked.

George didn't reply.

"What is wrong with you?" Ron asked.

George didn't answer. Ron just sighed.

"I have to go now, I'm going to visit mum," Ron said and exited the shop.

--

Months passed and Angelina is still flirting with George. George who has no idea was still trying to recall and think why you cried and ran. Your friendship with Draco is growing. He helped you a lot. He helped you and your unborn children. You just found out that you're carrying twins. You and Malfoy became the best of friends. But still, you can't change the fact that you want to see George. You want to feel his touch. You longed for everything about him. One day when you were cleaning Levi's home you notice a picture of you, her, George, Fred and Lee. The photo of the Yule Ball. You missed them so much. Then an owl arrives with a letter on its beak. It's a letter from your parents asking you to go to North America to spend time with them.

"Draco do you think I should go to North America?" You asked.

"Why not? Maybe your parents will help you clear your thoughts. Have time for yourself, " Draco said.

"Yeah, " you said.

Before you left you sent a letter to Molly. Draco promised that he will follow you to America on the day of your labour because you made him your children's godfather.

--

Today Molly told Ron and Ginny that you already went to America. So Ron and Ginny went to the shop to see if George went to America with you. The shop was closed but they still entered and went to the flat. When they opened the door he was shocked by what they saw. George was with Angelina cuddling on the couch.

"George? What is she doing here?" Ron asked furiously

"She's my girlfriend, " George said.

"Girlfriend? You have a wife! You're cheating on your wife!" Ginny said.

"I have what?" George asked.

"You better get out of here, " Ginny said angrily to Angelina.

"Do you think Fred will be happy if he sees you cheating with your wife," Ron said.

"Wait I don't understand, " George said.

"We better take you to mum, " Ginny said and glared at Angelina.

Angelina soon left and Ron, Ginny and George went to the Burrow.

"What brings you here? I thought you're with (Y/N)," Molly asked.

"(Y/N) ran away a few months ago, " George said.

"Is that the reason why (Y/N) is not visiting us, " Molly asked.

"She wouldn't run away if you don't cheat at her, " Ron said.

"If Fred was still here I'm sure he'd be disappointed, " Ginny said.

Molly stood silently went to the kitchen and made something. When she went back she made George drink what she made. After George take it he finally comes back into his senses.

"What happened?" George asked.

"You can't blame him, he's under love potion, " Molly said.

"You mean Angelina gave him love potion?" Ginny asked.

"The same thing happened to me when I was in Year 6?" Ron asked.

"Where's (Y/N)? Where's my wife?" George asked

Molly, Ron and Ginny stood silent. Molly handed him your letter.

Mrs Weasley

I'm happy to be part of your family but now is my time to leave. I'm going to America to live with my parents. Don't worry I'm doing fine. I guess we will see you after years. I always love your son. And our secret let's wait for him to find out.

-(Y/N)(L/N)

"She's gone?" George asked.

"Yo-you cheated on her, " Ron said.

Tears stream down on George's face. He lost his love one again. Without you, his world was nothing. You promised him that you will never leave but he can't blame you.

--

The following day Angelina visited the shop again. She walked to George and attempted to hug him but George pushed her away. He was furious.

"You ruined everything, I don't love you, I only love (Y/N), leave, I don't want to see your face again!" George yelled at her.

Angelina looked frightened it was the first time she saw George like that so she immediately left the shop. George pulled the ring you throw when you ran away. He kissed it and he cried.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), I love you too, always, " George said.

[outcast-thingz]

Summary: Everything was going exactly like normal until.. it wasn't. The fear of loosing someone you never told you loved them, the pain of their cries when they can't hold you, and the loneliness of no one hearing you.

Pairing: Sugawara x coma reader

Warning:ANGST, Fire disaster, injury to reader, coma

Better Late Than Never

       It was through Daichi that you had met the first starlight to change your life. The gentlest voice, softest eyes, kindest personality, and warmest embrace. You wish you'd never have to leave his arms. But alas friends you are and friends, perhaps, you will always be. It's a shame really, silver hair that shined as bright as stars, hazel, sometimes brown, eyes that seemed change with each mood, and none of it was yours. But oh how your heart soared upon hear his melodies to those smiling and giggling children; you and the children were equally entranced. It may have been your infatuation with him but he always seemed to be able to know what to say. And the way he-

       "Y/n.. yy/nnn." A callous hand waved in front of your face. Your eyes blink rapidly with each open and close the vision of Sugawara fades.

"Hmm? I-I'm awake." You state as that floating feeling of spacing out is ripped from your grip. Daichi chuckles and shakes his head.

"You're lovestruck dazing pretty early today, Y/n." he starts the car, "We haven't even made it to the school area yet," he teases. You furrowed you brows and stare into your partners eye.

"Today's the day! I'm telling you! I'm gonna tell Koshi Sugawara how I feel and then you can finally stop teasing me about it!" You declare.

"Yeah? You're not going to wuss out?"

"You wound me Daichi, I thought we were partners. I thought you knew me better than to lie."

"Heh, you don't have to worry. He's not going to reject you." He knew exactly what you were hiding behind that determined face you plastered on.

       Down the same roads on a sunny, fall morning. The leaves slowly falling to the ground when the gentle and chilly wind pushes them from their branches. So, of course, it would be that same luscious green grass fields, clean building walls decorated with kid's art, and giggling kids you expected to see when the two of you turned down the street. You expected to make the same pit stop along your patrol route you and Daichi had made for the past three years. Yet, around the corner layed chaos colored with red and orange hues. Despite everything you had been through and seen as a cop, your stomach dropped, churned, and leaped to your throat all at once. You had to be dreaming.. right? Right!?

"Y/N WAIT!" But Daichi was too late to stop you.

      Your body moved with you realizing it. The car hadn't stopped moving yet but it seems your gut instincts could care less about that. You sprinted for the burning school ahead of you. There was one person on your mind but still you helped others get out. There was a loud crash down the hall from you. Upon inspection you found part of the roof had come down and blocked the doorway for one of the classrooms.

"Is anyone there!? Can anyone here me?" It almost stopped your heart right then and there. 

"KOSHI!? I'M HERE KOSHI!!" You exclaimed.

"Y/n!!!" He yelled out sounding relieved, "go to the window that connects to this room! I can't break it because I have kids in my arms" you rush outside to the corresponding window.

"Back away from the window! Shield your eyes!!!" You instruct those inside the room. After a few moments as passed you break open the window and wipe the glass away. Seconds later Sugawara crawls out with two kids in his arms.

"There's three more. They got scared and hid in that room." He informs you. You nod your head and quickly make your way in. You found two of the three and lead them to the window where Suga helped out the window. "The last one is Thompson. Thompson! Come on buddy, we have to go now." Despite yelling this he still had a sweet tone. 

      It wasn't until a loud cracking sound from above startled everyone that you knew where Thompson was hiding. You open a floor cabinet that had yet to be touch by flames and there he was. He shook violently and to say he had ocean of tears rolling would be an understatement. You reached out your hand,

"Come on sweetie. I promise it will be okay." Despite your reassuring words the terrified child would not budge. Suga climbed in, reached out to the child and sang shakily to him in an attempt to coax him over. Another loud crack comes from above but it seemed Suga didn't notice. A sharp twang in your heart struck the moment your eyes met the ceiling. 

'Any moment now.. I have to get ~Him~ out, i have to get them both out..' 

The child crawled into Suga's arms. The creaking sound above weighed on your heart like a football field of cement. You mustered all the strength you had to lift the two of them up and run towards the window. 

Cr-cr-crack, boom

You trip as part of the ceiling falls behind you. Sugawara and the children fly out from your arms.

"Y/NNN" He screams out while looking back at you. You use what little strength you have left to crawl towards him. He struggles to stand and coughs harshly but manages to set the child outside the window.

       You smile seeing Daichi on the other side if the window ready to grab Suga and pull him to safety. ' I love you Koshi ' you mouth as you continue to try and crawl towards him. Daichi swoops his arms through the window and around Suga's waist.

"NO! NO NO NO! YYY/NNNNN!" He screams as he's pulled from the room. Daichi practically throws Sugawara away from the window. A firefighter who had arrived shortly after Daichi climbed in and was able to drag you partially out of the window before the room collapsed. You couldn't see, your eyelids were too heavy but you could hear. You wish you couldn't because the only thing that filled your ears was the harsh cries, screams, and coughs of the man you loved. 

       Despite having your eye closed you could hear everything around you. So you knew the doctors told everyone you may never wake from your coma. You also knew that everyday the man you loved would come in and update you on how everyone was and 'hope you can hear everything I'm saying..' Days pass and times seems to blend together as you wait for you body to wake from it's coma state. Each day you could feel yourself be able to move more and more. At first it was only finger twitches but soon enough you could shakily tap a gentle beat when Suga would sing to you. It seemed you were the only one who noticed your progress at first. When a nurse finally noticed doctors check your state again. The visits from Sugawara had stopped as the doctors monitored your increasing motor skills. 

*a few months later*

      By this point you could sit up mostly by yourself and open your eyes but it felt more comfortable to have them closed. At least when they're closed you can imagine Sugawara is by your side again. As if he had read your mind he showed up. You were surprised to wake to his voice.

"Y/n.. im so sorry. It should have been me.." His voice was hoarse like he'd been crying profusely before this.

'I need you know that heard you,, every word' you whine inside your head.

"I've waited way to long to say,, everything you mean to me.." his voices waivers slightly. Shaking hands take hold of one of yours. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now…" he pauses before continuing in a shakier voice, "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." A heart breaking breath is taken in, "in case you don't live forever let me tell you the truth… I'm everything that I am because of you. I have hero whenever I need one" you hand twitches as a tear hits it and his breath hitches. You open your teary eyes half way to meet his. His lips quivering as you tell him in an equally hoarse voice,

"I just look up to you and I see one" He kisses your hand. You bring your other and over and use him to help yourself sit up.

      "Y/n I-.. I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one. You're the real hero.." his eyes never leave yours. You press your forehead against his.

"In case you don't live forever let me tell you now,, I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around.." you finish repeating his line from earlier. The two of you speak in hoarse voiced unison,

"In case you don't live forever let me tell the truth,, everything I a-am.." both of you close the space between your lips. Your tears mix together and fall atop you both of your intertwined hands. You both pull away slowly and speak in sync, "As long as I am here as I am… so are you" He places the sweetest kiss on your forehead. And the two of you just sit in each other's embrace until the doctors come back to check up on you.

The End

Tagglist: @squishytsukki @red-riot-rat @wow-she-a-h0e-for-aran @xsugarysweetsx @hurtbycanonthoughts @melodynee @bisexual-confusion (👉👈 I apologize if you didn't want to be tagged)

[highdwightofmylife]

michael fluff..? owo don't worry about not doing anything btw, committing to a month-long event is quite tiring. i'm sure everyone understands!

thank you uwu... that means a lot !! i love you please stay safe and drink water!!

DBD/Slasher Shorts | Michael Myers | Fluff

“Michael.”

He was motionless, chin buried into the palm of his hand as he leaned over the kitchen table to stare at you. The light from the overhanging lamp caught on the steel of his blade that rested carefully against the wooden surface of the table. Despite the fact the tip of the knife was pointed in your direction, you felt safe. Or at least, as safe as you ever could when he was in your home. 

“Michael, can you... Not? That’s kind of off-putting.”

Clearly, he didn’t care. Sat beside you, the pale skin of his mask leering towards you. His breath was practically in your ear. It didn’t matter what you were doing; drawing, writing, anything, really. If he had time to waste, then he was likely going to sit and watch you. Not what you’re doing, but you. 

You could never be sure if it was out of love or... Something else. Perhaps he was challenging you to do something he wouldn’t like. Perhaps he was waiting for the day you’d screw up. You could never know.

Usually, you’d just let him stare. Usually. But he was annoying you now. The void beneath the blanks of his eyes were off-putting. You wondered how he’d react if you...

You reached out, the pads of your fingers pressing against his plastic, white cheek. There was no reaction other than a gentle huff of air. A fleck of blue shone beneath his mask as he watched you with an unwavering gaze. You pushed at his cheek, and he passively let you. Slowly, you forced him to look away from you. 

You let go.

Michael’s face came slowly sliding back to look at you, completely unhindered and unbothered. You supposed he was in one of his most docile moods. 

You dared reach up to run your fingers over the dry, fake hair of his mask. Again, he didn’t react. It was rare you could just do as you pleased with him. “Michael,” you hummed, you previous annoyance forgotten. 

Your palm curled around his cheek, and much to your surprise, his face seemed to loll into your hand. The weight of his head pressed into your skin and you felt your heart flutter.

“I love you,” you mumbled without even meaning to.

A wisp of air burned inside his mask. An answer without words. You watched his eyes drift close behind the holes of his fake visage. This was maybe the softest you’d ever seen him, and will ever see him.

[thotsforvillainrights]

I'm almost finished drawing twice, but can you do a smut scenario with, my baby, Twice and his s/o? Pls make it as fluffy as you can, but give a pinch of angst.

~Perfect~

-Jin Bubaigawara smut-

Perfect- having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.

His hands traveled carefully up the sides of your body while you nibbled his neck from your comfy position on his lap. He was sure to be extra careful with you as if you were the finest glass. He was always like this (aside from the very few times you two engaged into rougher sex). He was careful with your body and mentally wished he were more sound to be careful with his words as well. He knew as soon as things were going to heat up that his personalities would run rampant. Luckily for you, you knew how to discern the real Twice from the fake one. You knew he meant no harm in his words so you simply laughed them off. “Mmmmm...y/n please?” He begged quietly while you continued to work your mouth upon his neck vigorously. “Y/nnnn, you’re going to give me another hickey and I won’t be able to live it down if the others see it again like last time...Ah!” He gasped when you bit down to momentarily silence his complaints. Finally you pulled away to look at your handy work. The purplish bruise on his neck shined lightly with the thin coat of spit reflecting off the dimmed bedroom lamp. You felt him shift below you and his member twitched lightly signalling he was ready and wanting for you. He wasn’t making the first move tonight and it was up to you to bring it out of him. 

Lately you noticed he was having sex less and less with you. Of course you knew it wasn’t for any reason like cheating. No, he’d never! So it had to be something dampening his mood. There was nothing like a good fuck to get him feeling like himself again. Besides, you were already in the mood an missing him oh so much. Perhaps this was a form of sex therapy, huh? “Lean back Jin.” You directed him with a kind smile on your face. You were really too good for him. He did as he was told, leaving you to straddle him. Even though he wasted no time, you still noticed the hint of worry in his eyes when he peeked up at you every so often. You sighed and rolled your hips drawing a soft whine out of him. Although he wanted you, there was something in his eyes that screamed hesitation. You momentarily stopped when you heard him sniffle a little bit. “Jin what’s wrong?” You paused your motions to check on him. He sighed and sat up a bit on his elbows. “I’m not...good enough y’know? I mean, you’re perfect and I’m a fucking mess baby. I don’t feel like I deserve you.” He admitted quickly. You frowned and shook your head, lightly pushing him down a bit more so that he returned to his previous motions. “Jin you are perfect though. i mean, we all have our own issues so you shouldn’t let it get you down. I chose you despite all of this.” You moved to slip his gray sweatpants off. Then you worked to slip his tank top off before working at your own clothes. “I mean, honestly Jin...for a villain, you’re almost too good sometimes. The way you treat me is amazing. Also, I haven’t seen you commit a single crime lately other than being an accomplice to Shigaraki.” You finished stripping down and moved to run light kisses along his bare chest and down to his tummy. He began whining lightly as the sensations took his worry away. “Yeah, I know but, wouldn’t you wanna be with someone yknow...normal?” He said between whining and gasping. You looked up at him and smirked.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Then you continued trailing down into the soft tuft of hairs down below. Once you put a light grip on his dick, he knew it was over with for his control. The voices started to slip out and you giggled at your accomplishment to make him lose his mind every time. “Please y/n...Please just do-GIVE IT TO ME, SLUT!!!” He slapped his hand over his mouth while you giggled and continued to lightly stroke him. He groaned when you soft lips overtook him in one motion. “FUCK!” He shouted, mentally slapping himself for the outbursts. You simply giggled, sending the vibrations running from his cock all the way up the base of his spine, and making him shiver. Maybe he was a little lost in the moment because after working him down for 5 minutes he was already on the verge of cumming. He looked down at you and gasped when you winked at him. Just that burst of confidence/lust you held in your eye was enough to have him filling your mouth with his cum. He panted tiredly as you released him from your mouth. (You choose whether or not you swallowed). “Come here.” You stretched your arms out and watched him eagerly scramble to be held by you. 

“You ARE perfect Jin Bubaigawara. Stop doubting that.” He looked up at you with the softest eyes before they suddenly darkened. “I just remembered...we hadn’t taken care of you just yet. Here babe. Lemme show you how perfect you are to me too.” He growled in your ear. 

“I’M GONNA RUIN YOU!” 

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