#a shy “i.. normally take the liquid ones..”

[rykno-j]

What it means to be the Strongest (j/jk)

Again writen with s/atos/ugu in mind, but unestablished, though definitely in love.

Summary: So my previous fic, if i remember correctly, had a line like:

["S/atoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."]

and then i realised i have something like that in my drafts, so why not i just develop the thought a little?

Notes: the timeline for this would be set before my previous fic [here] but reading it it isn't required to understand this one.

possibly written in the context of pre-RCT g/ojo? because i didn't want him to have the ability to replenish himself in any way. cue "Domain Amplification": Exhaustion.

there's also a point in the fic i used single inverted commas, like this: '[text]'. js to clarify, those are not actual dialogue but just g/eto's thoughts. uh.. it will make more sense when you reach that part..

And finally, to cope with the month of wait before Shibuya, I present to you..

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"Satoru, you've been specially requested."

"..Specially requested."

"..Specially resquested."

Geto watches as Gojo visibly deflates, before he shakes his head, expression changing as he stands up with that same bravo as ever.

"Right!! I'll prepare to leave immediately!"

The quiver in his legs don't go unnoticed by Geto.

This has been been happening for the past month. Don't they have other sorcerers that they can send?

The answer to that was obvious.

Of course there was. But who in the right mind would call on someone who was below 'the best option'?

Mission after mission, Geto finds himself missing the company of his friend. Normally, they would go on them together, but the recent spike in cases had left him with barely any space to breathe either, though he was relatively sure they were easier on him compared to Gojo.

He swears the other hadn't slept in weeks. Geto would return to their dorms, and the bed would still made the way he left it in the morning.

The few times he had tried to look under Gojo's sunglasses for eyebags, his hand had been swatted away, either physically or stopped with Infinity.

"Suguruu- I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"..Then look me in the eyes and say that again."

Gojo would laugh in response, waving his wrist dismissively in Geto's direction. "Of course I'm fine, we're the strongest, remember? It won't be fair I claimed to be tired now would it? Not that I am, of course."

Yes it would be, it would be fair. You need breaks too, Geto wanted to say, was going to say, if not for another interruption, this time from Gojo's phone.

It lit up in his lap, before the screen was raised to eye level. Geto watched as Gojo's eyebrows furrowed, shoulders slumping almost unnoticeably in disappointment.

He has seen this play out a thousand times before. As much as Geto wanted to reach out to drag Gojo back down next to him, his hand was frozen to his side.

"Another special request.. ahhh- I guess I better go get ready."

Geto watched silently as Gojo sauntered away, as if he was about to leave for a party, not a possibly life-threatening mission. Seriously.. he was forever taking things too lightly.

Geto wanted to do something, anything. Maybe file a request to give Satoru some space to breathe? Possibly even an argument that allowed him to join in the missions as backup?

Anything.

But there was always the possibility that Gojo would turn down rest, no matter how desperately he needed it. He was wearing himself dangerously thin, like a thread about to snap. All he needed was a little tug to break.

Break.

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Days later:

"Satoru- want to go get a drink? I just saw the workers leaving, I think they got the machines refilled."

When met with no reply, Geto turned back, only to see Gojo spacing out a distance away.

"Sa-to-ru. Satoru- are you there?"

He walks up to the other, waving an open palm in front of the bowed head.

Behind the sunglasses, Geto sees Gojo's eyelashes flutter open before a finger came up to push them back into position, covering his eyes from view.

"Ah- yeah I'm here. Sorry, what were you saying?"

There he went again, dozing off at every chance he got. Geto noticed that had started happening two days ago. In class, during training, while queuing for food, while standing. And now, even while walking.

"..hH'!! ..hAH'sHHiew!! hh'..heH'tchH!!"

And there was that too. Something was definitely wrong.

"Satoru- when's the last time you slept?"

"I was just sleeping, hahaha-! Didn't you see?"

"That's not-"

"Suguru, if you're going to chew me out for not resting again, I assure you, I'm perfhH'.. perfectly.. fhH'.. fine-"

Geto shot him a look that screamed "Really??", and Gojo would have seen it, if not for the fact he snapped to the side violently, bending over as his breath hitched desperately.

"..hh'-hIH-tcHH'iew!! ..hAH'zZchHiw!!"

"Sa-"

"Dhh'..Don't worry abou'uhH'- hhH'!! hiH'zZchh!! ..hAH'DzZsh'w!! ..a-about me."

With the way he was swaying at the moment, Geto was sure a light breeze could knock him over.

What more, with the way he was standing, slouched over, a passerby would never be able to tell that Gojo was the taller of the two.

Hence, while Geto wouldn't consider himself to be one who actively sought after physical contact with Gojo (that's a lie though), he couldn't help but inch closer to the other, putting a comforting arm around Gojo's waist.

Geto then stared at the top of Gojo's head. Did his hair always look this messy? Surely not. Satoru wasn't one who paid too much attention to appearances, but this was taking it to an extreme.

"You look like you're going to collapse. Seriously. Tell me what's wrong."

"..Maybe- maybe.." Gojo mumbled as a response to Geto's earlier statement. "..Maybe I'm not feeling as well I thought.. haha-"

Geto sighs. "Took you damn near long enough. Come on, let's head back to our dorm. The drinks can wait."

Gojo whined something incomprehensible before he reached out a shaky hand to grab the arm supporting him from behind. He tilted his head up at an angle to shoot Geto a playful yet tired smirk. "Wait.. ahhh- Suguru.. s-sorry- I think.. I think I'm gonna to pass out right now."

Of course. Of course he could still find the energy to fool around in such circumstances. It was one of Gojo's character traits that Geto never understood.

He had half a mind to ask the other to snap out of it. But upon further inspection, Geto watched as Gojo's pupil glazed over with a hazy, faraway look, before it shrunk, eyelids sliding shut as Gojo went slack in his arms.

Seriously. Jokes like these should really be saved for less dire situations.

"..Satoru.. come on, let's go back."

No response.

"..Oi- Satoru.. you can't be serious. Quit fucking with me.."

No response. It's fine. Gojo liked messing with him after all.

"..S-Satoru.. oi Satoru!"

"..Fuck."

"..Fuck Fuck FUCK-! You can't be serious-"

He wasn't joking.

Forgetting that he could always manipulate his curses to handle Gojo's weight, Geto slipped his free hand under Gojo's knees, hauling him into his arms, bridal style.

"..Asshole! You're such an asshole."

'Your asshole though, right?' Geto could hear Gojo's teasing voice in his head as he made his way quickly through the hallway, his pace bordering a sprint.

That's right. My asshole.

Geto placed Gojo gently on the freshly made bed. It was probably the first time in weeks he had laid there. A soft groan escaped Gojo's lips as his head made contact with the soft pillow.

Good. He wasn't dead yet.

However, a quick touch to his cheek made Geto question his previous thought. With a fever like that, how was he not dead?

Quickly grabbing a small towel, Geto soaked it with water from his bottle, wringing it onto the floor before he brought it to the other's forehead. The mess of water puddles could wait. He had more important things to tend to.

Geto carefully folded and set Gojo's sunglasses aside, gently brushing away the strands of hair covering his face. The wet cloth was then put on his forehead.

It's not much, but it should help.

Knowing Gojo, he probably didn't take any medicine since this started. Speaking of which, Geto made a mental note to ask when it did. Gojo had been busy with a mission for the past few days, so it probably meant he was working through whatever this was.

Probably a cold.

The sneezing earlier should have been an obvious indication, but the fever he was currently running sealed the deal.

Geto knew exhaustion would eventually catch up to him. To be completely honest, he had thought Gojo would give in earlier. He must have been holding out way pass his limits.

It was alright to be weak at times, even for the 'Strongest', a concept that Gojo never seemed to understand. Either that or he did, but chose to ignore it in place of his ego and the fact that he didn't want anyone else to get hurt in his place if the curses turned out to the stronger than reported.

Geto suspected the reason leaned more towards the latter. Gojo had always cared about others in his own way, whether he considered them weak or not. Although.. with the way he openly made fun of people around him, it would cause others to beg otherwise.

Geto knew him better than that.

A soft whine drew him back into the present. Geto turned to focus his attention on Gojo. Even in the dimly lit room, his brilliant blue eyes were hard to miss, hard to look away from, no matter how dulled they were from the haze of the fever.

"Suguru.. Suguru-"

"Shh. Rest. I'm here."

"..You carried me here?"

"Mm."

Gojo let out a laugh that looked like it took all his effort. "You're stronger than you look then."

"You're just lighter than you look."

The small exchange put Geto slightly more at ease. If Satoru could still make any conversation into a joke, he was fine. Well, it at least meant his brain wasn't fried yet.

A sharp, feathery inhale dragged Geto's attention back to the bed.

"..hih'tchh!! hh'..hah'tchiw!!"

"Bless you." God. Even his sneezes sounded tired, a complete difference from his normal, over exaggerated ones.

"snff'- ..thanks."

Gojo looked seconds away from passing out again, his fist closing around the soft blanket. Sighing, Geto stood up.

"Alright, that's enough of being awake for you. Go back to sleep, okay? Let yourself rest for once."

"Hah.. so reluctant to talk to me?"

Quite the opposite, actually, Geto wanted to say. Instead, he reached over to straighten the cloth. It had fallen over to cover one of Gojo's eyes, making him look a lot more endearing than Geto would ever care to admit.

"Of course not. I just have something I have to get done, so I'll be leaving for a bit."

Geto turned away right as Gojo's frame sunk into the mattress in disappointment. If he had seen it, there was no way Geto would have left his side for another good year.

"Mm, okay."

Geto was careful not to open the door too wide. It was early in the evening, and he wanted to let in as little light as possible. Satoru had always been sensitive after all.

Behind the closed door, Gojo turned to the side, snatching Geto's pillow into his chest, pulling it into a tight embrace. He was sure the other wouldn't mind.

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Getting pissed won't help anybody, Geto knew that, he really did. But with Gojo practically forced into bed-rest for at least half a week, he needed to raise some of his concerns to his teachers, at least.

He pulls the classroom door open.

"Sensei-"

"Ah, Suguru. Right on time. I've got a new mission file for you."

"Right. That's exactly what I've come to talk to you ab-"

"Satoru has been specially requested."

"..See that's-"

"But I've written in to specially request you to follow him."

"-exactly what I've been.. huh? What?"

The teacher gave him a knowing smile before sliding a file over the table. Of course. Always doing things in a roundabout way. He's seen that before.

"..Thank you."

He takes the file, quickly leaving the classroom afterwards, his legs taking him subconsciously back to where the dorms where as his hands occupied themselves with flipping through the documents.

Halfway through the mission file, Geto feels something slip out from between the pages. He leans forward to pick it up, a knowing smile flashing across his face.

A small packet of fever medicine.

Seems his teacher had the same idea, that Gojo would never go out of his way to get supplies, if at all, when he fell sick. Well, that saved him half the trouble.

And here came the other half.

When Geto returned to their dorm, he noticed the aura of Gojo's technique surrounding himself. It shocked him at first, but Geto figures that in his vulnerable state, Gojo's mind subconsciously casts infinity to keep him safe.

Though.. it could also have been a side effect from all the dangerous missions that they had put him through for the past month, such that his body was on heightened alert even during rest.

Well that's a first.

He hadn't really been around Gojo while he was sick before, especially not to the extent of passing out like that.

Surely this continuous usage of Infinity counted as over-exertion, evident from Gojo's slightly furrowed eyebrows despite him being asleep. His breathing was also choppier than usual, either due to the congestion or disturbed rest.

Surprisingly, Geto noticed that Infinity seemed to thin out as he approached the bed.

He remembers Gojo telling him, "Suguru- you know, I can totally tell apart your cursed energy from others!"

Was Satoru's body really recognising him and relaxing because of it? Guess that whole 'telling apart' thing wasn't a lie after all.

Geto reaches out a palm and presses it against Gojo's forehead. His hand easily passes through the barrier, making contact with the other. The damp cloth lay uselessly by the side of the pillow, having fulfilled its purpose.

Still warm, but cooler than before.

Gojo whines against the touch as he slowly stirs. "Suguruu- you're backk.."

"Mm." Geto hummed in reply, sitting himself by the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep well?"

"Ah.. not really."

The raw honesty catches Geto off-guard, especially compared to the previous few days, where Gojo would wave him off for being too worried, right up till the point he collapsed.

He supposes that upon admitting "I'm not feeling well", Gojo's walls simply crumbled, leaving him in Geto's care.

The mattress shifted as Gojo turned to the side, a wrist coming up to rub at his nose.

"S-Sorry.. I- hh' have t'hH-!! hih'tchh!! haH'zzchh!!"

He sniffles against his wrist, watching with teary eyes as Geto pulls out a small pack of travel tissues from the drawer before handing it to him.

"Th'hH-!! ..thank y-you.. hH'hihchH'iw!! hah'zzdchH!!"

He pulls out a piece, pressing it softly against his nose. Outside, the sun had barely start setting.

"..snff'.. Suguru- why are you here anyway? Don't you have better things to do?"

Better things to do than look after you? Unlikely. And your Infinity will just go up again once I leave. But of course Geto doesn't say that.

Instead, he raises the file in his hand. "Background information on a mission. I'll have to read it eventually anyway, I can do it here, I've got time."

"..A mission?"

"Yes. For the two of us, actually."

"Really?? I get to go with you this time?" Happiness seeped into his words, bringing an unconscious smile to Geto's face.

"Mm, but I doubt they'd let you go in this state."

Without even looking over, Geto swore he could hear the pout in Gojo's voice.

"Aw.. b-but I wna go with you."

"..Then get better. Quickly." Because I don't want to leave without you either. I'm never leaving you alone again if I can help it.

"Sigh- alright, alright.. I'll get some rest."

"Before that.." Geto suddenly remembered, rising to his feet to retrieve a mug. He should probably get Satoru to take the medicine as soon as possib-

Geto hears a crash behind him.

"SAtoru!"

On the floor, Gojo laughs softly at himself, hanging half off the bed.

"S-Sorry-"

"What were you doing?"

Gojo looked almost embarrassed. "Ah.. nothing, honestly.. I just.. I guess I just.. panicked when I saw you get up.. that's all. I thought you were going to leave again.."

Again? ..Oh, right. He had left for the classrooms earlier. Why didn't Satoru just say something before he did? Forget that. Why didn't he notice?

Geto quickly grabbed a mug, filling it with water before he returned to the bedside.

"I'm sorry."

"Hm? Ahh- it's okay, it's okay.. I was just saying silly things."

"No. Don't say that. It's okay to want company, to need company. That's why I'm here, right?"

"Mm, yeah."

"..Why do you sound so reluctant to admit it?"

Gojo shifted again, this time tilting his head away from Geto.

"..Suguru. Am I'm strong?"

"Mm, why the sudden question?"

"..Am I still considered strong if.. if something as simple as a cold can.. can.. hH'..hih'DzchH!! haH'tchHew!! ..snff'.. fuck. I can't even control those."

"I'd honestly be more surprised if you could." Geto replied, bringing the mug up to Gojo's lips. His voice sounded harsh, and the constant sneezes were not helping. "C'mon, look over here, you should drink something."

Gojo sighed, shifting the tissue away to drink from his mouth.

"Take these too."

"..Medicine? Where did you get those from?"

"Sensei."

"Ahh- damn. He really knows everything doesn't he?"

"Anyone on the outside could tell that you were wearing yourself thin, not just him. Shoko had her fair share of worries for you as well."

Gojo remained silent upon hearing that, seemingly very interested in the cup he was drinking from.

Geto felt his heart skip a beat. Had he said something wrong? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that fact it was obvious.

The silence lasted for a few moments, before Gojo inhaled sharply, turning to the side.

"..hH'-aH'zZchH!! hah-hH'tcHHiw!! hiH'dzZch'w!! hH'!!-..snff- hehh'tchhiw!"

Geto startled at the fit, though he quickly collected himself, eyes focusing on what appeared to be an extremely sorry Gojo.

In his hand was the empty mug, its contents having been spilled all over the blanket from the violent jerks, a side effect of the sneezing.

"..I'm s-orry.."

Geto paused in his actions of retrieving a cloth for the mess. Something was wrong. Satoru had a voice break? No matter how cute it was (god forbid he admit that), he had never heard the other say anything with such a broken tone before.

Forgetting the cloth, Geto quickly returned to Gojo's side, wrapping his arms around the shivering frame of Gojo's body, head resting above his.

Gojo froze in place, shocked at the sudden but welcomed contact. The mug in his hand slowly slipped off his fingers, falling onto the covers. A small whine escaped his lips yet again as Gojo's fingers repurposed themselves with grabbing gently at Geto's arm.

He found himself leaning into the warm embarce, turning his head slightly such that his cheek could rest against Geto's chest.

Gojo had longed for this for days. Days. Days. He could feel tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes. From the cold or from his overflowing emotions? He had no idea.

"Suguru. Come lie down with me, please?"

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Within seconds, Geto had climbed onto the bed, getting comfortable under the covers as he extended a hand to Gojo.

"Come. Leave that side. It's wet." An excuse to get Gojo into his arms.

Gojo crawled over to where Geto was waiting, instantly latching onto the other the moment he got close enough to do so.

As Geto's arms close around him once again, Gojo realised that he had never felt so.. so safe, so.. comforted, before. It was a new feeling, one he was afraid of yet welcomed.

He had only known Suguru for a year, but damn was the guy making him question his own feelings left right and center.

A hand found itself on the back of Gojo's head as he snuggled closer into Geto's chest, burying his nose into the folds of Geto's shirt.

Drowsiness slowly started to take over as Gojo felt like this was the first time in forever he was truly allowed to relax. Was it from the medicine? Or was it from Geto's steady heartbeat that was lulling him to sleep? In all honesty, it didn't matter.

Geto felt Gojo relax in his embrace. Once the stuffy soft snores started to slip into a rhythm, he tilted his head downwards, whispering in a low, soothing voice.

"Satoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."

That was the last thing said for the night, as Geto himself started to drift off into sleep, the sun setting behind him

Unknown to the other, Gojo's lips curled into a smile.

Really.. the things Suguru says when he thinks no one is listening. It was going to be the death of him one day.

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Finishing notes:

this fic actually stemmed from the phrase "what if Gojo's Infinity came up by itself when he's sick?" then it.. became.. this.. somehow..

decided to change their roles here ahhh- caretaker Getoo-

maybe i wrote Gojo a little out of character with the amount of clinging he did to Geto (also the whole DON'T LEAVE ME panic of a sick person in bed), but hey. i'm a strong advocate for clingy sick Gojo, sue me.

i also wanted to keep up the soft Gojo writing, soo i tried the whole "strong character falls weak to a cold" trope thing

BUT i also know for a FACT that i was NOT going to be satisfied if i just let Gojo go out like that, so i tried making his collapse scene exclusively *him*

by that i mean i tried making it slightly humorous. ahh well if it ended up not coming out like that.. it's still fine

also wanted to write a whole "Gojo pretending he's alright when he's not" fic, and was trying to capture the whole "once he admits he's not okay, everything comes crumbling down and he's a mess" thing

i feel like a lot more could have been written in this fic.. but the problem was i didn't know how to.. shshhdhshds im getting better i swear (abit more of this in the tags)

i hope the final scene read as soft as i was hoping it would. just picture Gojo sinking into Geto's hug, smooshing his face against Geto's chest, whining a whole bunch, breathing in his scent

..or maybe scratch the scent part, since Gojo's nose is a little congested//

anyway, hope it was a nice read and thankyou for stopping by!!

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[ddejavvu]

There’s a saying you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. Tyler Owens is usually the flirty one, sending flirty messages and smacking shy reader’s ass in public.

He about loses his control when he watches the normally shy reader make eye contact in a crowded room, put his hat on, and wink.

Wear the Hat - Tyler Owens x Reader

please send me tyler owens requests!

On your fifth shot of the night, you're inclined to agree with the moniker 'liquid courage'. It's filled you with bravery, the kind of stuff that makes your limbs loose and your dancing bold. Tyler is dancing with you which means that he's all you can think about, with your hazy one-track mind and his broad shoulders blocking everyone else out of view.

"Tyler," You gush, face-planting into his chest and probably leaving a glittery eyeshadow stain behind, "I love you."

"I love you too, darlin'." He laughs, perhaps a little more accustomed to liquor than you are, "You havin' a good time dancing?"

You'd typically shy away from the dance floor, more fond of sticking to the wall or the bar to avoid the spotlight. But tonight Tyler's whisked you right into the action, and you're having the time of your life trying to match his steps.

"I love dancing with you." You lean up to kiss him but you're a little off-target, landing somewhere between his bottom lip and the jut of his chin.

"Mm, thank you honey, I love dancing with you too," He laughs, cradling the back of your head so that he can fix your aim. He plants a real kiss on you, one that distracts you from your dancing enough to make you stumble. Thankfully, he catches you, and you giggle along with him as he sets you back on your feet.

"Thanks, handsome." You grin lazily up at him, and then your eyes zero in on the brim of his cowboy hat over his eyes.

"Gimme that," You grumble, reaching up to snatch it off of his head, "There's that saying- I wanna ride you."

You plop the hat unceremoniously onto your own head, hair flattening with the movement, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"Woah, cowgirl." Tyler's eyes go wide and he yanks the hat back, holding it captive so that you can't take it again, "You're drunker than hell. Do you even know what that means?"

"I said, I wanna ride you." You huff, "Like sex, Tyler?"

"Okay, just- just cool your jets, crazy." Tyler urges, whisking you away to the bar for a cooldown, "Let's have about three glasses of water, and then we can talk about ridin', alright?"

"Fine." You huff, letting Tyler seat you on a stool that he has to keep you balanced on, "But lemme wear the hat in the meantime. Don't wanna forget."

Tyler grins, looking down at his lopsided hat on your head, your face determined as you chug down sip after sip of water in an attempt to sober yourself up, "Oh, honey. I ain't ever forgettin' this."

[blondejellykitty]

₊♡ ˚⊹ all i could wish for ₊♡ ˚⊹

୨୧ apollo x female reader ୨୧ apollo cannot undo your curse but unknowingly he can make it vanish from your mind. a/n: (1.8k words, requested by @anausr78) reader is female, nothing else described. can be read as either ancient or modern times. sorry this took so long!

Life on Olympus was nothing short of breathtaking. The gorgeous architecture of every building and temple. Gardens and fountains beautifully tended to and bursting with colors. Magical Nymphs and Satyrs walked the paths. Not to mention the true inhabitants of Olympus. The Olympians, the gods and goddesses that roamed the place with a blinding perfection.

Sometimes it felt too much to be in such a presence. Your gracious lover made sure to remind you that you were one of them now. That you belonged here, with him. You still remember the warmth of the contents of the golden chalice that Apollo guided you to drink from. It was a taste unlike anything you’d ever had before. It tasted like a warm memory that you couldn't recall. From that day on, just like the liquid in that chalice had been, your blood had turned to a shimmering gold.

It had been a few years since that day, you’d gotten less lost in the maze-like paradise you found yourself living in. It took you a while but you broke out of your shy spell. You’d befriended a few nymphs and even some of Apollo's family, which was a daunting task but well rewarded. The years had flown by in an unusually fast manner. Your lover, Apollo assured you it was normal for mortals to get used to becoming immortal and having to shift their views on time. He’d even shared a few stories of how difficult Dionysus had taken it, which soothed your worried heart.

Today you found yourself in a familiar pattern as the day before, waiting in your shared temple, waiting for Apollo to return. You’d been in the middle of watching the stars together when he’d raced off. You knew him better than you knew yourself, and knew something was wrong. In his hurried state he managed to tell you something about a prayer, and needed to go urgently. It had been two days since then and he hadn’t returned. 

Your mind raced with fears of what could have happened. You would never be so foolish as to underestimate him but you couldn't help but worry for his well being. Perhaps it was the mortal reminisce in you. You lost yourself in thought when a flash of light from the main room caught your attention. Rushing out to the other room you saw him standing there, he looked miserable. 

“Love? What has happened?” You whispered as you inched closer to him. Your hands reached out to where his hands were fallen by his sides, you squeezed them gently and he held them tightly as if they were his lifeline. How utterly mortal of him, which worried you more.

“There was an attack on a village where-” He sighed heavily before continuing “-where one of my lovers lived” He finished and his fluttered shut for a moment. 

You felt a sharp stab in your chest, and forced yourself to keep breathing steadily. You slightly tugged your hands away from his, but they held too tight to let you go. 

“Oh…” Was all you managed while looking up at him. You glanced at your joined hands. “I’m sorry” Your voice was quiet but it was steady.

He opened his gorgeous blue eyes. The white of his eyes were stained red from shed tears, yet none fell down his cheeks.

“I do not cry for her. I mourn for my son, who has lost his mother” His usually melodic voice sounds scratchy and sore like he’d been yelling for weeks without end.

You selfishly wondered if he would ever mourn you, if he would cry for you. You weren’t born immortal, his father Zeus could take his gift away if he wanted, or another immortal could strike you down. You briefly wondered if he would notice at all, or if he would bring another lover to his father and gain another lover, another pretty thing to warm his bed. You shoved the thought aside. How could you think so lowly of him? He was many things, but the god of truth was one of them. If he said he loved you, then he truly loved you… But how many has he said that to and meant it? 

“Is- is he?” You couldn’t bring yourself to continue. The thought of Apollo losing a woman he loved was hard enough but if he’d lost a son too.

“My son lives. But he is without a mortal family. He is too young to be left down there alone” He looked straight into your eyes. His blue eyes searched your own eyes, looking for something in them. 

“His powers are strong, the mortals fear him for his accidental outbursts of power. I cannot leave him in their care.” He explained delicately. Your eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“What will you do?” You questioned softly and his eyes searched yours once more. He opened his mouth slightly before stopping. Finally he opened his mouth again and answered.

“I’d like to bring him here?” He spoke with an unconfident you’d never seen in him before. Even when you’d seen him plead to his father to give you immortality you never saw this leave of apprehension in his eyes.

“Here?” You muttered numbly, too lost in your thoughts. Apollo nodded slowly with his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yes” He whispered. 

“Okay” You agreed. His eyes darted around your face looking for any falsehood in your statement.

“You’re sure?” He spoke unsurely.

“It’s your house Apollo” You smiled slightly with a slight shrug.

“It’s our house my love” He corrected with a pleading look.

“He’s your son” You countered. 

“He-” He paused and you both stood in a still silence.

“What’s his name?” You mumbled out, breaking the deafening quiet.

“Darius” He uttered. You repeated the name out loud and nodded to yourself. 

“I will get him now then” He let go of your hands and disappeared in a golden flash.

Your hand fell to your side. Darius, you repeated in your head. A son, Apollo’s son, living with you both, living with you. 

After the atrocities your parents had inflicted on the Queen of Olympus’ name you as a young child were cursed by Hera. Not that your parents ever reflected on their actions. Your Uncle had taken you away from them and raised you as his own. But the curse hang over your head as you grew up. No one but you and your husband would ever know about the curse. But then you’d met Apollo. He’d swept you off your feet and showed you a love you’d never had before. You told him of your curse, your inability to have children. A curse only the goddess of motherhood could make. He’d comforted you and never once pushed you aside like you’d thought he had. You both keep up your courting and eventually he was able to convince his father to grant you immortality. It caused a slight ruckus with Hera but Apollo hardly thought it mattered. 

But now there will be a child in your home. His child. Living proof of something you’d never be able to give to him. That’s when it all clicked into place. When you’d agreed to spending the rest of eternity with him he’d mention his long past of lovers and of half mortal children running around the world. Part of you hurt at the thought of him smiling at others as he did you, of him loving someone else while loving you. But part of you knew that it was different for immortals, for gods. Time isn't something they have to live by. Singularity isn’t something they are forced to do. It was very different from a mortal's life. So you agreed with him, he was allowed lovers and children, just as he had before you. But your only request was that by nighttime, by the end of the day. He would always return to you. If not physically then always emotionally. He would come back to you. Apollo responded with a soft kiss and a ‘you’ve never asked me for something i cannot give, thank you’ 

But now, it clicked. Apollo will always have lovers, but he will always also have children. Something you cannot have. Apollo had unknowingly given the best gift you could have ever asked for. His child.

A flash of light once again pulled you from your thoughts and there stood Apollo with a small golden haired boy in his arms. The boy, Darius, had his small arms wrapped around his fathers neck and his face buried into his shoulder.

You walked closer to the pair, unaware of the caution inside Apollo's eyes. He knew you weren’t anything like Hera, if anything you were the opposite but that didn’t stop fear wriggling its way into his heart. You gently placed a hand on Darius’ back. He flinched in shock at the touch and hesitantly lifted his head to peer behind him to get a glance at you. Your eyes locked with his blue ones, they had a hint of green swimming in them like water paint merging together. His eyes held an obvious nervousness but also held hope, a childlike innocence. 

“Hi there Darius” You whispered to him and smiled sincerely. He responded with a shy smile of his own. 

“Hi” He whispered so softly you just barely caught it. 

Apollo carefully placed his son down, Darius barely reached his hip in height but he stood tall nonetheless. You whispered your name to him. A small rumble from the boy caught your attention. You glance at Apollo with a brief side eye and lean down, closer to the boy, as if sharing a secret.

“I know where your father hides his sweet treats” A playful smirk appeared on your face. The boy looked up blankly at his father and then looked back towards you, with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

You outstretched your hand and he placed his smaller hand in yours. You smiled down at him and began guiding him towards the kitchens. Apollo stayed planted where he stood. As soon as you both were out of his view a wide smile overtook his face. His heart didn't flutter, it didn't stutter or feel like it was bursting from his chest. It felt constant, it felt cold, icy while getting warmed, being melted into something else. 

He knew he loved you. You weren’t the only mortal he’d wanted his father to turn immortal. His father always refused, for one reason or another. But this time he’d agreed. Apollo couldn't help but think his father saw something in you that even he hadn't. You were something else entirely. And he wanted nothing more than to show that off. He wanted nothing more than to marry you for all to see. To be your husband for as long as you'd have him. Which you made pretty clear was forever. 

Forever. Apollo hardly thought that was long enough to love you. He’d love you forever, and more.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

istg i check your blog religiously 😭 can i request ghost x reader that is rlly insecure of how she looks and bc shes so shy, so she never expected to be in a relationship bc she doesn't believe she ever rlly deserved that, and thinks that ghost will leave her eventually, so when he finds out he comforts her. so like angst to fluff

—Nervous Eyes

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╰┈➤ ❝ [No one understands how you two get along - not when you're so different. It makes you second-guess yourself. He notices.] ❞

You sit at the bar and turn around your glass of Bourbon, the amber liquid sitting at the bottom as you blink at your reflection with slow eyes. It was late, but you were far from drunk—not even a light buzz was addling your brain with honied thoughts or actions. No, there would be none of that tonight. 

Not when the woman was still hanging off Simon’s arm like a bad rash. 

She was pretty, you admitted; beautiful, even. A sort of natural confidence and the looks to pair—ones that most people would go under a knife for without a second thought. Swallowing down saliva and not the alcohol, you tighten your lips and shove down the feeling in your throat. You shouldn’t be acting like this; you had no reason to. 

There was no doubt in Simon’s loyalty or intentions, but your insecurities still lingered. He’d tried to shove the lady off of him as soon as she’d showed up—growling a ‘piss off’ and a flash of his dark brown gaze. Anyone without a death wish would have darted away immediately; maybe fled the country to be safe. She’d instead taken up the seat next to him and was talking up a storm as his fingers tightened over the tabletop. 

Breathing out slowly, you try not to look at her, generally placid nature a large factor in your hesitation to come out to this place at all. 

Simon was…a lot, you knew. 

Big, scary; all around intimidating with his balaclava, hoodie, and jacket atop. Black gloves—he screamed serial killer except for the fact of his dog tags that clinked with every swivel of his head to you. 

But the allure to his character was what charmed a lot of people, especially in bars when the drinks started to do the talking.

Sometimes you wonder if it was only a matter of time before he found someone better. Better suited to his… demeanor.

Simon’s fingers tapped the table twice to try and get your attention, side-eyeing you with a blank expression of annoyance at the lady’s constant prattle in his ear. 

The woman loudly continues to talk about her ex-husband not a foot away from his face, trying to get into his pants unabashedly. Rage simmers deeply in his chest, but he won’t cause a scene—he can’t leave either. Not without you, and right now, you’re not even glancing at him. 

When you don’t look up at his tapping, a strange emotion sitting on your normally smiling and bright flesh, Simon goes stiff. His shoulders tighten as he stares; attention entirely on you at all times. He sees your sigh, your intentful staring at your reflection with the occasional darting to the woman’s pristine features. 

It puts something into immediate focus, and the Brit’s eyes go to slits. 

Just as you decide it would be better for you to be drunk, staring to bring your glass to your lips, Simon snaps out at your side.

“Bloody slag,” the bar pauses at the monotone but subsequently harsh words yet quickly picks back up again. “Would you fuckin’ shut your mouth? Bastard’s runnin’ more than your damn husband did.” You choke on your drink, pulling back to cough into your arm violently with a sputtering inhale.

While you catch your breath, wide-eyed staring from over your elbow, the woman gapes and blinks like a deer that had been shot through the ribcage; gasping out stuttered questions.

Simon, in a wave of deep anger, takes out his wallet and slams bills to the bartop, sliding off his stool before gliding past you—taking the meat of your arm and pulling you along. Gently, only the slightest pressure to make sure you don’t stumble as your feet meet the floor. 

In your stupor, you follow after quickly, allowing him to drop his grip. 

“S-Simon, what are you—?” When you’re outside, you’re instantaneously corralled down the side of the bar, latched onto, and lifted easily so you’re over one of the man’s shoulders. You yelp, your face burning like fire as your voice goes high-pitched. “Simon!” 

“Seen the way you’ve been lookin’ at yourself,” He grunts out, gritting his teeth as your hands dig into his spine for stability. But he knew just the right amount of force to keep you from falling. “What…? You think I’d give that old broad a good shag? Throw away the prize that I’ve got right in front of me?” 

A harsh scoff echoes out, and seconds later you’re plopped down onto the top of a stack of pallets, hands slapping beside your hips and a clothed face millimeters from your own. You suck in a gasp and stare, entranced by how the lights burst inside of Simon’s pupils as he towers over you, a wall of muscle and will.

“I-I didn’t…I don’t,” you stutter, mouth opening and closing. “I’m not…”

His eyes narrow, scrutinizing you down to your marrow. “Not what, then? Say it.”

There’s no getting out of this.

“Simon,” you see his lips thin through his mask and you sigh, looking away instantly from the shame that courses your bloodstream. To force the words out was a physical pain to you, a dent in your lifespan. Your skin burns and the sting of embarrassment comes into your eyes. 

“I’m not…pretty…” The man stills to near stone, eyes twitching a centimeter wider before they, too, halt all movement. “You shouldn’t have to be bothered every time someone better looking comes over because they don’t realize you’re seeing me—because they’d never think we’d be together. I…I don’t want you to think you’re weighed down by a…a…” 

You lose your train of thought, and the only word coming to mind is a sharp knife to your chest. You glare at this chest, at his tags as they swing, and clench your jaw, taking down shallow breaths from your nostrils. 

Simon utters the very word you dread in a tiny voice, accent deep, “...burden.” 

All you do is shakily nod as the minutes roll past—the shadows grow longer and the night colder. Simon stares and stares, chest pounding with a fast heart and a tight wind of bulk. 

His hands at your hips tighten into fists, grunting, “That’s the worst fuckin’ thing I’ve ‘ad to hear in ages.”

You blink away your unshed tears, darting your vision back up before a hand connects with your jaw and angles it up, balaclava shifted to his nose bridge as Simon pressed his lips to yours in a breath-stealing kiss. Opening your legs, he drags you forward by the small of your back and presses you to him with a growl, hearing your small mewl in answer. 

His grip is firm and all-consuming, as it always is, and his mouth gives the tinge of alcohol and conviction. Hand on the back of your skill, you shudder and sink into him as he presses deeply, dragging each other back and forth with gasps and smacking flesh. Your hands grasp at Simon’s shirt, trailing his abs as he moves back with a grunt and a lick at his red lips.

Saliva gets caught in the corner of his mouth. 

“I’m not leavin’ you unless I get my head blown to bloody bits,” he frowns, dead eyes darting up and down your blown eyes and panting breath. A flicker of a smirk dashes his expression. “So forget about it, Love.” 

Simon’s gaze flashes with a soft reassurance, humming under his breath before he leans in once more. 

“No one tastes like you do,” you drag him back into you as he mutters on your eager lips. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

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[rebelssvy]

spin the bottle ✧.*

monoma x reader x shinso ⋆·˚ ༘ *

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

LABELS spin the bottle/7 minutes in heaven. kissing, suggestive. mentions of drinking

the hero program grew close after the events of your high school experience. so after it was all said and done both classes threw a party.

sure you had never really been one to drink a lot. but tonight you may as well.

mina urging you to “let loose alittle” as you downed three shots of vodka. never really getting black out drunk, but you were definitely tipsy.

you wandered around for a while before finding yourself in a game of “spin the bottle.” normally you would be laced with nerves. but right now every bit of you stood with excitement.

everyone giggling, jumpy for it to be their turn. you watched with open eyes as jirou and denki swapped spit. mouths agape watching everyone take turns. some giving little close mouthed kisses and tongues fighting for dominance.

when it was your turn, everyone hooted, shouting “let’s go y/n!” mina shaking your shoulders back and forth.

“new rule….” kirishima shoot up, beer in hand. everyone’s ears perked up at the sound of his voice. his stance wobble before he said,

“whoever you land on now.. now has t-to do 7 minutes in heaven.” he shouted. the boys sitting around him cheered. agreeing with him. the girls gave no answer, all sharing an unsaid agreeable yes.

the attention was now back on you. who were you gonna get? everyone on the edge of their seat.

you leaned forward, grabbing the bottle. you spun it fast. it rotating several times before landing… you looked up to see who you were about to get.

the bottle landed inbetween two people, monoma and shinso. you skin grew hot, unable to choose either one of them.

“um… both?” you said with subtle hesitation. some giggles broke out around you.

both the boys rose to their feet, shinso looking confused and monoma having an obvious smirk plastered on his face.

shinso shrugged before blowing out a breath, “sure why not..!” he chuckled, letting his hands fly through his hair.

you skipped over to the boys, grabbing both their hands and pulling them to the closest room.

kamanari hollered cheering on his friends to “get it onnn!” before sero knocked his shoulder.

“7 minutes starts now!” kirishima said closing the door behind all of you.

you giggled before turning to face the two of them. monoma never dropped his smirk off his face. shinso broke the silence saying “we don’t have to do anything… if you don’t want to.”

“no. i want to..” you said before making your way onto the bed. you sat on the edge.

monoma was the first to make his way over to you. he had had some liquid courage as well. his face was slightly flushed and he had yet to say anything to you.

“you sure you want both of us?” monoma finally spoke up. you nodded, coming to look both of them in the face. shinso and him were both dangerously close to you. tensions rising. the heat in you becoming noticeable.

“…please?” you pleaded for one of them to do somthing to you. anything.

shinso dropped his head, making the first move. kissing you softly on your lips. just a peck before coming back, standing straight.

“i didn’t know you were like this y/n..” monoma joked with you, mocking tone.

“please stop teasing me” you were hot. you felt like you needed all your clothes off.

“ok.” shinso said in a firm tone, bending over and laying hot wet kisses on your neck. slowly moving to sit next to you.

monoma stared at you both, open mouth. he watched as your head tilted back and his best friend made work of you body. you moaned out his name. making monoma slightly jealous.

monoma fell next to you on the bed, taking the other side of your neck into his mouth, nipping at your skin.

both men simultaneously stopping and staring at you. taking in your expression.

“your so pretty..” shinso admitted, pulling your jaw to him and kissing you. once a shy kiss, was now developing into a kiss that devoured you whole. your hands traced his body.

“fuckkk.. you guys are hot.” monoma said chuckling. you pulled away from shinso. and moved straight to monoma for an opened mouth kiss. he groaned into you. his hands pulling at the fabric you had on.

you felt shinsos hands on you, snaking around your body. he was grabbing onto what he could.

monoma slowly parted from you, a line of spit connecting you for a second before it was broken.

you let yourself fall on the bed. back flat against the fabric. looking up at both the men that craved you. wanted you.

“you two can do whatever you want to me.” you spoke out, hushed. just above a whisper. you looked utterly vulnerable.

seconds later lips found yours again. your eyes had been closed after you finished your words. to worried you would be embarrassing yourself.

you felt overwhelmed. hands touching you everywhere, but were you needed it.

suddenly you felt hot wet kisses pressed to your tummy.

you gasped into someone’s mouth. unknowing of who was doing what. you moaned when the kisses got lower. arching your back, opening your legs slightly.

your mouth was lonely, you opened your eyes to find monoma still pressing kisses to your tummy.

shinso looked down at you, questioning look on his face.

“what’s wrong?” you whispered to him, wondering if there was something wrong with you.

he flushed, “your so stunning. i can’t help myself.” he said kissing your cheek. butterflies filled your stomach. pride gleaming in you.

“you like that?” monoma asked you biting his head away from you.

you gasped at his words. feeling borderline intoxicated. well you were, but. in other ways.

your head felt airy, unable to focus on one of them.

before being able to do anything else there was banging on the door.

“7 minutes is up!” someone yelled.

groaning monoma pulled himself off the bed. shinso following suit.

eventually you got up. before the door opened monoma brought you close to him.

whispering in your ear “cmon pretty girl, don’t get to shy out there.”

you always wondered what would’ve happened if you got 7 more minutes with them.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

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idk i need to write abt them more

[fairy-angel222]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𐙚⋆.˚

(a very old work based on a very old request)

Shoko watching with dark eyes as you let some guy hit on you, a shy smile on your face as he sweet talked. She scoffed, two slender fingers pulling the cigarette from her lips to let a thick cloud of smoke fill the air around her.

Leaning further onto the counter, she took a sip of her drink. Downing the bitter liquid before she was stalking towards you, the cigarette now hanging loosely between her fingers. Your smile faltered as you watched her walk to you, her head tilted to the side with a smirkish grin gracing her features.

Shoko knew you looked hot with the way your short dress hugged your curves perfectly. Hell, she’d hit on you too if you weren’t already hers. Making her way through sweaty bodies, she smiled sweetly as she reached you and the random guy. Resisting the urge to scowl at all the hungry eyes on you. Make it known that you were taken.

“Hope i’m not interrupting anything,” she laughed lightly.

Your eyes widened when the man groaned, “Yeah, you kind of are.” Watching Shoko’s eye twitch as her eyebrow raised.

“Sho-”

“Well, sir, i believe you’re talking to someone that belongs to me. So, if you don’t mind, not that i care, we’ll be leaving now.” Grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you with her, turning to flip the man off before her hand snaked around your waist. “C’mon baby, we’re going home.”

You thought she’d at least be a little bit mad. But she seemed so calm and collected as she drove, a fresh cigarette sat between her teeth as she maneuvered the vehicle with a smirk. “Couldn’t have at least let him be hot?” She chuckled, turning to glance at you shortly.

“S-sorry.”

“No, no. It’s okay baby, I’m not mad, that idiot was the one flirting, not you.” she reassured. Making you nod with a small smile at her words.

You’re quick to begin a conversation for the rest of the ride home. Going back to your normal chatty self even as you two walked through the door of your apartment. Shoko smiled to herself when you reached your shared bedroom. Peeling the tight black dress off your body before sitting to take off your heels.

Dropping onto the side of the bed, your girlfriend took off her normal attire. The air turning a foggy white as she beckoned you closer.

“Yes baby?” you giggled, finding yourself sat next to her looking up through your lashes. Shoko pushed you down onto the bed with an innocent smile, crawling on top of you almost seductively. Kissing down the sides of your neck and onto your chest before taking one of your breasts into her mouth. You let out a soft whimper, your head falling to the side to give her more access as her hands reached up to take yours. A yelp sounding in your throat when you were suddenly cuffed to the headboard.

“Babyyy, thought you weren’t mad,” you whined. “He flirted, not me. Remember?”

She hummed, “that may be true, but you let him baby.” Running her thumb over your bottom lip before kissing it softly. “Now you gotta make it up to me.” Spreading her legs and positioning them at the sides of your head, settling comfortably on your face so that her cunt hovered directly onto your lips.

Shoko giggled, her nail tracing up your stomach as she arched her hips in preparation. Her cigarette back between her lips as she took a long drag. “Better start putting that tongue to use baby.”

She moaned loudly when your tongue darted out to lick a stripe up her wet folds. Her hips rutting back and forth when you began lapping at her slick. Your chin glistening as you made out with her leaking pussy.

“Ohh that’s it, that’s my good girl.” she groaned, your constant whimpering sending vibrations through her clit. Your hot tongue dipped into her, curling into her sweet spot before you were back to kissing it sloppily. Messily licking at everything she had to give. Shoko’s finger’s reached for the rolled piece of paper in her mouth. Letting a ring of fog dissolve in front of her as her head fell back with a moan.

One of her hands on the flat of your chest to steady herself as she rode, moving her hips in circular motions while grinding them back and forth on your tongue. Shoko let out a raspy string of mewls. Reaching to tap her cigarette on her bedside ashtray without halting her movements. You let out a muffled moan when her pussy fluttered against your skin. Your girlfriend drenching your nose and mouth as you swallowed down her sweet taste, clenching your thighs in an attempt to stimulate your aching clit.

“Yeah baby, j-just like that. Ahh— this is where you belong baby.” Her voice went up a pitch, a shaky cry falling off her tongue as her toes curled behind her. “Belong under this pussy o-only. Oh fuck.” She cursed when you latched onto her clit, sucking at the sensitive bud while humming into her. Your eyes closing as your girlfriend used you for her own pleasure.

Shoko’s body trembled as her movements became rougher and sloppier. Desperately pressing her soaked cunt onto any part of your pretty face to give her the stimulation she needed. Her moans increasing in volume as she clenched around nothing, your tongue still moving sensually around her clit.

“Shit baby, that mouth of yours is s-so good. So perfect.” She breathed heavily, taking a final drag at the calming nicotine as her lips parted in pleasure. Your tongue switching between swirling around her clit and curling into her. Her head foggy at the feeling as she moaned loudly. “Shit— ‘m gonna cum for you sweetheart.”

Shoko’s back arched as she let out a cry of your name, more so reminding herself that no one could take you away from her. Squirting messily onto you with the shake of her legs, her eyes rolling back as she ground herself down on your tongue through her high.

Your girlfriend sighed in content as she shivered, finally coming down with heavy breaths. She climbed shakily off you, pressing her lips onto yours to taste herself. Looking down at your messy face as you continued to use your inner thighs to rub at your clit. “All mine,” Shoko smirked, “Looks like it’s my turn to return the favor,” Pulling a desperate whimper from you when her fingers pressed down teasingly onto your clit.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

🦈 HI!! I'm new to making requests so sorry if it's a bit weird but I've been thinking of Blade with a darling that's absolutely terrified of him. His darling won't eat or sleep unless forced, and complies with most things while being very quiet and shaky.

ah this was such an interesting and fun request! sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including force-feedings, implied kidnapping/being held against one's will, physical actions against reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Blade is simultaneously furious and amused. He thinks your fear is cute, it keeps you from trying to fight back or escaping, but it can make things a bit tough.

He doesn’t have any problems force-feeding you or forcefully stripping you down to bathe you, but he wishes you would at least pretend to want to be around him. It can get pretty tiring having your partner constantly shying away from you, crying, and overall acting like a frightened child.

Blade hopes that you’ll warm up to him soon, that you’ll sit down at the table to eat with him instead of having to be held down on the bed, bites of food pushed past your lips one at a time. He wants to be able to take baths with you, your back to his chest as he helps to wash you off, relaxing in the warm water instead of having to twist your arm behind your back just to get you to stand under the water of the shower.

Blade sighs, his eyes rolling in their sockets briefly as he watches you shy away from another meal. He’d been feeding you simple foods to start, things he could easily force into your mouth should you resist, which today it seemed you’d be doing. 

Nudging the plate to the side, Blade gives you a stern look as he approaches. It isn’t a difficult fight to get you laid on your back, his body straddling yours as he pins you, his left hand holding tightly onto your bottom jaw, forcing it open as his fingers press into the already prominent bruises. He hoped you’d have learned your lesson the first time he had to do this, but it seemed you were still looking to give him a hard time. Leaning to the side, he uses his right hand to grab a spoonful of the soup he’d brought in. 

Bringing the silverware to your lips, he tips the warm liquid into your mouth, glaring down at you as his hand forces your mouth closed. “Swallow.”

Blade likes that you listen when he commands it, eventually giving in to his forceful demands and actions. But he still hates to have to do it. He hates that there are bruises on your jaw in the shape of his hand, evidence of the amount of times he’s had to make you eat. He hates that he can’t move around you without you flinching, that you won’t speak to him when he tries to talk to you, and he especially hates how he has to drag you across the bed to get you to cuddle with him at night. 

He just wants to be able to love on you freely, to have a normal relationship with you, but no, you just have to be difficult. Blade hopes that with time you will mellow out, that you’ll give in to his whims and start loving on him back. He wants this to feel like the real relationship it is, all you have to do is accept that you love him and start acting like it.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; kiss-proof lipstick review

warning/s: very fluff, fem reader, youtuber/streamer!kidd, shy!s/o, modern au, most nsfw thing could happen is an abrupt makeout

note: based from this -> post, smaller italicized texts are sub-bullets

kidd as a youtuber that normally does metal covers with his band (heat, killer, and wire)

has about a solid following of 100k subs bc they're just so cool

that is until his viewers asked for his makeup tut bc he always looks so bomb

his viewers have also requested fit checks like what he wears in a week

kidd forgot to mention that he has a s/o, which mildly upset a certain demographic who was ahem thirsty for him

you as his gf doesn't really mind if he talks to himself in front of his phone or camera on random times, but he always tells you a quick warning beforehand bc you sometimes appear on the bg of his vids/streamer

i also think that at some point, kidd does game streams bc he's lazy to edit. his fanbase supports any content he does whether it's just yap streams or food streams or band rehearsals

i feel like he always aims for competitive games that are pvp like MK, COD, league, etc. it just feeds his ego, and he enjoys trashtalking 😭 riling his opponent up and all that

it's all so funny, which explains his fanbase that tolerates his insufferable temper and jokes. it takes a certain kind of humor that other people might take as offensive

but the second he got sponsored by a punk make-up line, a pr box arrived at his doorstep bc he rarely checks his emails

he'd ask you to do a makeup stream with him, but you were too shy about it. especially after being the final boss of a certain demographic that is attracted to him 😭 but you never told him that. knowing him, he'll probably flip all of them off and cause drama

he'd start up stream, poorly introducing the products. you laughed to yourself at how bad he was at complimenting or kissing ass to the brand he legit has never heard of😭

kidd knows how to apply his makeup; shadow, liner, and lipstick. he tried on a purple and red shadow combo and his usual full eye liner.

his stream at that point became very chill, his fans loving every bit of his craft and how focused he was doing everything. especially at how he looked like afterward

"now we got- kiss-proof lipstick? they sent me a shit ton of fuckin' shades!" he showed a whole box of liquid lipsticks. laughing at the ridiculous amount.

his fanbase requested a test of the kiss proof on his palm, showing interest in the product

but kidd had different ideas. it might be a good way to hard launch you already.

his ig and twt already had pictures of you during dates, but your face was always hidden most of the time

"a test on my palm? oh boy, i have a better idea for that."

he'd call you, "babe! baby! c'mere a moment, i need ya a bit."

his chat would go: "babe?!?! omg hard launch?!", "omg here is his s/o!", "OH GOD KIDD YOU SLICK CHEEKY FUCK!"

you'd be scared for a bit, but kidd looked really excited. besides you also want to check out his makeup products.

"are we gonna do it together?" you muttered lowly, referring to the review

"kinda." he shrugged. "i just got one lil job for you, you'd love it promise."

you were skeptical at first but oh well. kidd lets you pick the lipstick of your choice, which was a bright red. it always looks good on him.

the chat was highkey going crazy when your body from neck below was showing

they also noticed how kidd started acting differently, he spoke softly and he had this meek smile while looking up at you

he lets you apply it on him. you were now seating with the seat he pulled to let you down. the chat now being able to see you. you waved a hi shyly, and man the view count started going up

twt was already full of you guys 😖

kidd then fanned his lips, waiting for the product to dry.

"ok, what's next?" you asked, popping the lid close

"this." he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you on stream. holding the kiss pretty good in there, smirking through it as he did so, before sucking on your lips open

you were too flustered and frozen but he even had the audacity to angle his head the other way to continue kissing you

it was pretty fucking lewd, he was really getting in there

but you, you melted from his lips and his firm grip on your nape

the chat and stream lagged at the amount of chats and view counts increasing exponentially

once he pulled away after a good 2 minutes, he turned to the screen and said, "so? it really is kiss proof, aye?" he bursted out laughing at your reaction which was the same when he started kissing you 🤣

the chat also went hysterical, both from freaking out with the both of you and your reaction

you honestly didn't mind, you half expected it. it's kidd we're talking about🤣 because kidd did it as a flex and as a fuck you to his haters (especially those who were targeting you)

you had to excuse yourself which resulted to even more comedic response from kidd at how cute you are. you were burning red btw

you later come back to tell kidd and chat that you're okay, and you plan to get back on him for that

JASDHSAJDJSAJDSA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! JUST DID THIS LAST NIGHT

[the-cauldron-witch]

Sincerity

Silly fic with a silly prompt; Shy reader with a nervous stutter is never sure Mikey truly means it when he flirts with her, so he figures out a way to prove his sincerity.

Special shout out to @sophiacloud28 for double checking my work!

Laughter, friends, food, and alcohol. That was the night’s theme as you danced in the busy nightclub with your group of friends, more than grateful to April for inviting you out tonight. For a good two or three- possibly four- weeks you had done nothing but work, sleep, and eat when you had a chance in between. You would more than likely be working well into the night right now, had April not instead convinced you to come out for drinking and dancing.

“You want another drink?” April questioned over the rhythmic thumping of the music while twisting and stepping her way through the crowd, wrapping an arm around your shoulders playfully once she reached you.

“Nah, I think I’m good!” You politely declined, having finished off your third mixed drink a few moments ago. While yes, tomorrow was your scheduled day off as forced by your boss, you didn’t intend on spending it nursing a hangover while praying to the porcelain Gods. The alcohol already in your system was working wonders, the warm glow loosening up your muscles enough to dance and sway to the beat. Unwinding her arm from your shoulder, April followed your rhythm and danced alongside you.

“I wasn’t really the one asking!” April informed as she pointed behind you. Turning your back to April you looked at the large gyrating crowd, the bright orange of Mikey’s mask catching your eye as he danced his way over to you and April. Three shots of amber liquid held in his tridactyl hands- two in one hand and one in the other- Mikey’s smile beamed brigther once he was close enough to speak at a relatively normal volume.

“Heeey, look at you two gorgeous thangs!” He greeted you with a grin that always managed to turn you into a blushing mess, no matter how often you saw it. Mikey’s bright blue eyes didn’t waver from you as he spoke and for a moment you thought that maybe, just maybe, that statement was mainly meant for you. Holding out the two shots in his tridactyl hand, Mikey offered the two drinks for you and April to take.

“Well…alright, jus’ this last one, I’m a lil’ tipsy already” Your tongue trips over your teeth as you spoke, deciding that maybe one more drink wouldn’t give you that terrible of a hangover tomorrow. Smirking knowingly but not commenting, April snagged one of the shot glasses and you eagerly took the other. Fingers grazing ever so slightly sent a wave of fire up your arm and to your cheeks, grateful that you were drinking and could simply blame the alcohol for the heat spreading across your face.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Angelcakes! I’ll make sure that beautiful face of yours gets home,” He winked down at you and left you tongue tied, unable to form another sentence.

Angelcakes, gorgeous, beautiful, and so many more pet names that always had a way of slightly melting your heart. Mikey had no problem peppering you with these affectionate pet names and compliments, but these weren’t exclusively towards you. The countless times you had witnessed Mikey calling April the same ‘Angelcakes’ or compliment the cute red-head bar tender he goes to specifically because she is easiest to make smile. Which…made it hard for you to believe his pet names held meaning or the compliments were genuine. Holding his glass out to cheers, April and you met him in the middle.

Clink!

Downing the alcohol, you quickly found out by the flavor and burn that the drink was Mikey’s favorite bourbon Jameson. Shuddering as the warmth settled into your veins, you caught yourself staring at Mikey in awkward silence for a minute longer than usual thanks to the alcohols effect. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as a cover to tear your gaze away from him, you cleared your throat and quickly spoke.

“I-I need to get some water, excuse me” As awkwardly but politely as you could you excused yourself to the bar, leaving April and Mikey standing together on the dance floor. Shoulders sagging with a sigh, Mikey watched as you scampered away to the counter with that adorable blush spread across your cheeks. He loved the way you always played with your hair when you got nervous, such a cute tick. Following April off the dance floor to a less crowded area with tall pub tables, Mikey couldn’t take his eyes off you as he leaned onto the black surface.

“What am I doin’ wrong, April?” He questioned without turning to her, eyes trained to your back as you ordered an ice water from the bar tender. Side eyeing him sympathetically, April propped an elbow on the table and leaned into it while looking up at him.

“She doesn’t think you’re being sincere when you flirt with her like that,” April confided, a small smile turning the corners of her lips. Ever the confidante, you had already spoken to April about your feelings for the youngest ninja turtle and how you felt that because he said such things to other woman often, there was no way he actually meant it towards you. The fact stung a little, but it didn’t deter Mikey.

“What? Of course I’m being sincere! I think she’s absolutely adorable and gorgeous-” Mikey would have gone on and one had April not reached her hand outwards with her index finger extended in a gesture to stop him.

“Yes, but you also say that to just about every woman you meet. Hell, you’ve called the bar tender your signature ‘Angelcakes’ every time you’ve made eye contact with her since you got here,” April stated, tapping her nail against the table with emphasis. “She isn’t sure you’re being sincere towards her because you say it to everyone.”

“How do I show her I’m sincere though? I really do mean it when I say those things, honest…” Mikey questioned, his eyes returning to your back as you continued to sit on the bar stool. Watching Mikey watch you with a smirk on her face, April paused and wondered how exactly to word her next sentence. In truth, April did believe Mikey when he said that he genuinely thought you were beautiful, gorgeous, adorable, and any other word he could possibly think of in his current inebriated state. But you were looking for something more, something that hadn’t been said or maybe mentioned, just to be sure of his sincerity towards you was there.

“That’s…hard to say, Mike. Saying and doing something sincere isn’t exactly planned, it has to be organic.” Shrugging her shoulders unsurely, April couldn’t figure out how else to answer his question. A quiet nod in silence was all Mikey gave, his bright orange bandana reflecting the many strobe lights bouncing around. While watching you from afar, he couldn’t help but note how your feet fidgeted beneath the bar stool. The heels you wore were rather tall, not something you normally wore he quietly noted.

Slumped over the bar silently and staring down at the slowly emptying glass of water you sipped at with a thin black straw, you silently admonished yourself for fleeing from Mikey yet again. Stupid, you felt so stupid for being such a clumsy idiot around him again. Every time you’re around him you turn into a stuttering and fumbling mess and that’s without drinking! Now you were three blueberry-lemonade mixed drinks, plus one bourbon shot deep, you were completely unable to control the way your cheeks blushed both from the heat of the alcohol and the way Mikey’s presence made you feel a storm of emotions. Taking another long, slow sip of cold water to soothe your nerves again, you debate on whether you should head home as the ache in your feet begins to pulse.

The heels you chose to wear tonight were brand new, ones you had bought on a total whim while walking by a shop that had a window sale. The heels are taller than usual, a shade of black that matches almost every outfit you own, on top of being well within your price range, there was no way you were leaving without them. You chose tonight to wear them to catch Mikey’s eye in hopes of a compliment of some sort, but he gave you the typical ‘Lookin’ fine, Angelcakes!’ as you climbed out of your car. You didn’t let it bother you though, tonight was about fun, and you’re having plenty of it. Exhaustion from working so hard these past few weeks and dancing with your friends began to catch up to you, starting with your feet.

“Hey,” Mikey greeted you as he strolled over as casually as he could force himself, trying to not act as though he had been watching you this entire time. “You doin’ alright?”

“Oh, yeah! J-Jus’ a lil’ drunk. Needed to hydrate myself.” Sheepishly smiling up at him, your fingers couldn’t help but fidget with the straw in your glass, the ice inside clinking and rattling giving you something to focus on…other than the way his smile always reached his eyes, somehow making them shine just right. “I um…I was thinkin’ about headin’ home soon, actually. I am exhausted,”

“I’ll walk you home whenever you’re ready,” Mikey offered, tilting his head down to watch your aching feet attempt to relieve the pressure by slipping your shoe halfway off. He looked back up to you, sympathy softening his features, “I meant what I said about getting that beautiful face of yours home safely. Don’t want you runnin’ into something scarier than a mutant turtle,”

“O-oh, are you sure? You don’t have to i-if you don’t want to, I could get an uber.” You couldn’t help but sound a little startled at the offer, not because you didn’t want to be alone with him but because you’re afraid how you would act while alone with him. The thought of humiliating yourself by saying something silly or embarrassing yourself by stuttering even more terrified you, but on the same hand the thought of having Mikey alone delighted you. It was an opportunity you two didn’t often have.

“Of course, take your time if you’re not ready though! Keep having fun, finish your water, no rush. I just want to make sure you get some safe, honey.” A reassuring hand pressed against the small of your back sending fire up your spine. He didn’t let his hand linger, although he desperately wanted to, pulling his hand away and taking to leaning against the bar. The nickname ‘honey’ rang loud and clear in your ears. Did he call you that on purpose, or was it a slip? That was a question you had to find an answer to.

Looking down at the ice you had been stirring for a moment, there was maybe a sip of water left at best. The thought of ordering something small to eat from behind the bar had crossed your mind, but now that Mikey had genuinely offered to walk you home the frozen pizza buried in your freezer sounded better now. Maybe, if you invited him for pizza, it’d give him an opportunity to call you ‘honey’ again if it wasn’t a slip.

“Yeah, just um…let me say goodbye to your brothers, Casey, and April real fast?” Draining the last sip of water as you stood up was probably a good idea, silencing the hiss that would have left your clenched teeth as the back of your heels dug into your Achilles heel. The raw sting of open blisters was slightly uncomfortable, but the alcohol thankfully made it tolerable. That was the price of looking cute, you supposed.

“Of course! Whenever you are ready”

---

The night air was chilly as you and Mikey stepped out of the club, leaving your friends April, Casey, and Mikey’s three older brothers at the club. Hugging your arms together and slightly regretting not grabbing a jacket you shivered as the cold night air greeted your skin. Looking back on it, leaving the jacket at home because it didn’t match the outfit was a silly reason. Noticing the goosebumps and hairs raising up and down your arms, Mikey grabbed the knotted sleeves to his Nike hoodie around his waist and untied them. Not giving you the chance to question or even notice, he slid the black hoodie over your head.

“Mikey!” You shouted as your head promptly shoved through the neck opening.

“What? I can’t let you get cold!” Mikey grinned happily and winked. Gratefully, you smiled at the gesture and slipped your arms through the sleeves. Perhaps that ‘honey’ slip was just that, a mistake he caught and promptly corrected. That was fine, at least you got to wear his sweatshirt. The smell of Mikey’s body wash and cologne clung heavy to the sweatshirt with hidden traces of Italian herbs- pizza was a part of this man in every way.

The idle chit-chat between the two of you was surprisingly comfortable, your stutter thankfully subsided for the time and Mikey kept the compliments and jokes flowing. It made the walk to your apartment much easier, the ache and sting in your feet on the other hand was making it increasingly difficult to keep up with Mikey’s wide stride. A hiss here and wince there, you tried to hide the sting in your heels at every step on the asphalt walkway. Unfortunately, you were only a third of the way home when Mikey stopped and turned to you.

“You’re limping, are you okay?” Mikey questioned with concern, watching you wince again as your heel caught a crack in the pavement.

“Mmph! Yeah, sorry. These new heels are just killing my feet,” Pausing a moment to kick a foot up behind you, catching sight of heel to inspect the new stinging sensation blooming on your heels. An open blister stared back, a droplet of fresh blood following the crease of your heel.

“Oh, honey! Why didn’t you say something?” There it was, that nickname again, it caught you so off guard that you almost tipped ass over teakettle. A massive, solid green bicep snaked around your waist before your splayed palms could contact the ground. You blinked and in one movement you were being held against his chest with one arm. “You should have said something!” He cooed.

As gently as he slipped off the first heel Mikey took off the second and held the pair in his one free hand, brows knitted with concern and lip pouting adorably as he studied the small open bleeding blisters on your Achilles heels. Words failed you entirely now, both because he had called you honey again and because of how genuinely and sweetly concerned he was towards you. Swallowing and closing your drying mouth, you studied the scar on his chin while his own attention was on your feet.

“As cute as these heels are, you shouldn’t be hurting yourself to look good” The way his smile reached his eyes, crinkling the edges and reflecting the streetlights as he began to walk at a steady pace, made you feel safe in a way you couldn’t explain.

“Y-you don’t have to carry me!” Your voice was a little louder than you intended, clearing your throat to cover you continued in a lower tone, “I can walk, it’s okay-”

“Absolutely not!” Mikey scoffed in disgust and surprise that you would suggest such a thing, “I live in the sewers, honey, but even I wouldn’t walk barefoot on these sidewalks!”

“You…keep calling me honey,” Even though there was a questionable lilt to your voice, it was a statement. Half expecting him to act embarrassed at being caught, it was a little surprising when he chuckled at your response as though you were stating something as obvious as the sky being blue.

“Is that okay? Do you mind if I call ya ‘honey’?” He questioned with a crooked grin, cocking a ridge where an eyebrow normally would be if he were human. Opening and closing your mouth like a gaping fish as your mind raced to search for what to respond with, a thought occurred to you; had you ever heard Mikey use that nickname on anyone?

“No- I mean yes! I mean…I-I’ve never heard you use that name before, is all. I uh I don’t mind if you call me honey,” Words tumbled out of your mouth as you spoke while nervously tucking a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.

“Nah, this nickname is only for you, honey!” Mikey beamed down at you brighter than any passing streetlight. The sincerity in his voice sent your heart fluttering and mind to continue racing with a hundred questions and curiosities. Was this his way of asking you out? Was that something you asked, or should you wait and let this continue a little longer?

“Hey…I got a frozen pizza up at my place,” Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the euphoric feeling the new nickname gave you, but you decided to take a shot in the dark your normally shy self never would have. At this point, you needed to know. “Do you maybe want to come up and have a slice with me?”

“If there are two things on this earth that I will never say no to: it’s pizza and more time with you,” Winking down at you with a smug grin, you couldn’t help but break into a fit of nervous giggles. Excitement and anticipation sent your hear racing, as the two of you made it home in the oddly calming silence of New York City.

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[sturnlsstuff]

⸻ GHOSTFACE!MATT MEETING SWEET!READER FOR THE FIRST TIME.

— warnings: mentions of murder, stalking, matt being kinda a perv. . .

requested by anon. sorry this took ages 😭 divider credits. @anitalenia

the music thumped through the walls, vibrating the air in time with the bass. a haze of laughter, conversations, and clinking glasses filled the room as the crowd swirled like a single, pulsing entity. matt stood at the edge of the room, a drink in hand, watching it all unfold. he didn’t belong here, not really, but today he was on a mission.

the city had recently been terrorized by a ghostface killer, but apparently the teenagers didn't take it seriously if they were having so much fun at the party. it was amusing to matt, knowing that tomorrow morning, they would all wake up hungover for breakfast and find out that one unfortunate person had been murdered last night— the person who had been at that party. and the first thought that will pop into their heads will be that it could have been them.

it makes the corner of matt's lips twitch, a deep sigh leaves his mouth as he pushes through the crowd of people to get to the kitchen. scanning the room, he notices a couple making out in the corner and a few guys drinking beer. he rolls his eyes and goes to pour himself more vodka. matt hated not wearing his mask, it made him feel strangely safe and like a completely different person, and he just couldn't wait for the end of the night where he would finally choose today's victim, and be the last person they would see.

"oh, fuck—" he hears behind him, turning around and seeing a girl who had just spilled all the juice on the kitchen island. he watches you try to wash the liquid off with paper towels, his eyes roaming over your entire body and something clicks in his head.

you were giving the vibe of a rich, popular chick, judging by the clothes you were wearing, and the way you carried yourself around. was he crazy for getting this from just one look at you? probably. but if matt chose you as his next victim, people would get more terrified— no normal person attacks innocent, beautiful young girls, right? his name would be on everyone's lips for months.

you were perfect.

"...hello?" a snap of your fingers brings him back on earth, a small smile playing on your lips.

he blinks confused, not expecting you to talk to him. "uh, what?"

"i asked if i could have some of this," you pointed at the apple juice in his hand. "i spilled the other one and there's only orange juice left, but i don't fuck with them." you look at him through your long lashes, then adding when he doesn't reply, "if that's not a problem."

matt stood there like an idiot, feeling a wave of heat washing over him at the eye contact. your voice was soft, melodic, like a gentle breeze on a warm afternoon. each word you spoke wrapped around him with a kind of magic he hadn't expected. it was effortlessly smooth, just the right mix of warmth and playfulness that made his heart race. for a moment, he forgot everything, lost in the sound of it, his thoughts scattered as he tried to process how perfect you seemed, his eyes slowly noticing more details.

you were stunning. cheeks flushed, the warm glow of the party still lingering on your skin, and your lips, glossy and perfect, shimmered with a hint of pink. a loose strand of hair had fallen across your face, a little messy from dancing, but it only made you look even more sweet, as if you didn’t care about perfection. your eyes sparkled with a kind of lightness that made you look almost untouchable, like you belonged in a dream. he couldn’t help but get lost in the sight of you, everything about you just too perfect to be real.

"huh? the— oh..." he stuttered dumbly, feeling blush spreading across his cheeks. "yeah, sure, you can have it..." he gives you the juice, mentally slapping himself for being so shy out of sudden, but god, weren't you just a piece of art.

matt was sure you would give him a weird look at his behavior, but no, your sweet smile widens as you take the bottle from him and thank him. while you start preparing yourself a drink, his thoughts run wild.

"i despise vodka," you put the juice down after pouring the red cup, turning around to face matt again.

you were talking to him? why the fuck?

a frown appears between his eyebrows, "but... you're drinking it?"

"yeahh," you chuckle, looking down at your drink then back at the guy in front of you. "i never said i'm not a hypocrite."

your eyes roam all over him, he was impossibly handsome, his jawline sharp, eyes intense, and there’s something magnetic about the way he carries himself. but it’s his tattoos that draw you in. you can’t help but stare at the intricate designs wrapping around his arm, the ink like a story written just for him, each one adding layers to his already intriguing vibe. it's almost as if the tattoos have a language of their own, one you desperately want to understand. you catch yourself before you stare too long, but it’s too late— he’s already caught your eye.

the way you looked at him sends shivers down his spine, the attraction he felt for you at that moment almost made him forget about his plan to choose you as his next victim.

"can i know your name?" your head tilts to the side.

damn it, you were so fine, the way your eyes looked him up and down just seconds ago makes his pants grow a little tighter.

"i'm matt."

you introduce yourself, taking a sip of your drink, his eyes falling down at the way your lips press against the cup. he feels a slight panic at how much his body is starting to react to the sight of you.

"...and i wasn't really feeling like going here, but my friend broke up with her boyfriend, and she clearly needs some support, so how could i just say no? like, i'm not a bad friend, y'know, so of course i came here with her, if that's the least i can do to take her mind off that guy, then...."

you were yapping like crazy, immediately. talking about stuff matt didn't really cared about— he had a feeling you were just talking to talk, but it looked as you enjoyed it as well, completely unbothered by the fact that he's some stranger, you just met.

as you continue to talk, he finds himself staring at you— how perfect you are. the more you spoke, the more his stomach twisted uncomfortably, almost as it was... pity? which was insane, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. he wasn't supposed to feel something like that for a random girl, that would be perfect as his next victim. but damn it, your smile made his insides tighten in a way he hadn’t experienced in... well, ever.

he quickly tries to push the thought aside, trying to focus. you were just supposed to be his next target.

but he could feel the desire taking over his body. no one affected him so fast and so intensely before. matt shifted on his feet, trying to regain his composure, while you changed the topic to how bad the music in the house is and you'd play something better.

he was clearly mesmerized by you— you were kind and sweet, and the longer he stared at you, the more he wanted to hear you say more, to hear your laugh. his face is getting flushed, mind racing as his body reacting to you wasn't the part of the plan. he came here for a reason, he had job to do. it was the first time he's ever hesitated about choosing his next victim.

"...and it was sooo crazy, i always wanted a tattoo, but i just can't bring myself to do it." matt blinked, focusing back on what you were saying, when he felt your fingers on his arm. his heart skipped a beat as he looks down. "did it hurt a lot? i really want one, but i don't know what to expect—"

"no, it's, uh... it's not that bad, really," he mutters, taking a sip of his own drink.

focus.

but the slightest of your touch made his dick twitch.

he was screwed.

right now he wasn't sure he could hurt you— hell, he didn't even know if he wanted to. but he also felt like he has to get away from you as fast as possible, before you notice the visible bulge in his pants.

"oh, really? what is it l—"

"sorry, i have to go," he cuts you off, and with a slight panic leaves the kitchen, a clear confusion on your face as you watch him disappearing in the crowd of people.

but all matt could think of was how desperately he needed a release, and at the same time how you managed to mess with his head in a few minutes.

⸻

matt gave up on choosing a victim for that night. he couldn't bring himself to kill you, when the confusion of how his body was reacting to you kept on him. he had to find a release in the bathroom just right after talking to you, still feeling that light touch of your fingertips on his skin. he felt stupid when, even a week after that party, he was still thinking about you, knowing that you had surely forgotten about a loser like him. he couldn't even talk to you, he was mesmerized by your beauty, by your plump pink lips that he'd love to feel on his, and see if they are as soft as they looked like. the way you looked at him through your long lashes while yapping his ear off. his imagination carried him away, on nights when he couldn't sleep, he wanted to feel your touch again, but in different ways, most likely with your hand wrapped around his dick, while he had his mask on, so you couldn't know his identity. he was sure you wouldn't do anything with him without the mask, so in his mind he only saw himself dressed up as the ghostface, pleasuring you while you trembled beneath him and moaned his name.

no, you couldn't know his name.

he craved you so bad, but he knew you can't know who he really is. so that was a problem.

not being able to take it anymore, he started gaining informations about you, checking your socials and, oh, how beautiful you were.

somewhere in the back of his mind he knew how wrong it was, but he couldn't stop himself. he tried to find out anything that would make him change his perception of you, and make him finally do what he planned to do at the party. however, with each day and each new piece of information, matt became more convinced that you were even sweeter than he thought you were, and that made him lose his mind.

still convinced that he was only doing this to finally make you his next victim, he first started observing you almost two weeks after the party. it started innocently enough, just waiting in his car parked near your house for you to finally go outside, and go do whatever you felt like doing. usually it was meeting your friends at some cafe— which he now knew was your favorite.

one day, he saw a guy approaching you at the bus stop, clearly making you uncomfortable. he explained stalking you as looking for any reason that would help him decide to kill you. and it was getting hard to find it. so instead of you, that man became his next victim. this happened a few times, whenever matt saw someone giving you trouble— he chose to get rid of them instead of you. at some point he realized that he wasn't watching you to finally kill you, but because he couldn't go a day without thinking about you, without craving you. he didn't want to make you scream out of fear, but out of the pleasure he would give you.

one night, when you were at your friends house, and your parents weren't home, he found himself doing something he wouldn't think he would do.

matt stood in the silence of your room, the air thick with the faint scent of lavender. he hadn’t planned on being here. not like this, not without you knowing, but somehow, with the key you thought you 'lost', he found himself inside, as though he belonged.

the door closed softly behind him, the sound swallowed by the stillness. his pulse thrummed in his ears as he looked around, taking in the soft colors of the room, the personal touches that spoke of you, of a life he wasn’t part of but craved to know. a framed picture of you smiling with your bestfriend, carefree, sitting on the edge of your bed. a half-read book on the nightstand, the soft hum of the distant city outside barely reached him here, in this intimate space— your space.

he walked further in, his eyes scanning your belongings like a treasure map, each object a clue to the mystery that was you. his fingers brushed lightly against the soft fabric of your sheets, the touch sending a shiver up his spine. his breath quickened, the temptation to sink into your world overwhelming, the urge to feel closer to you— a closeness that was almost too much to bear.

matt hadn’t meant for this to happen, not for this obsession to creep in. he tried to convince himself, that he's just trying to get to know more about you to finally make you the next victim, but there he was, unable to stop, unable to deny the pull, the ache that consumed him. the walls around him felt smaller now, like the room was tightening in on him, as if it knew what he was doing, knew how badly he needed to be close to you.

the silence felt louder now, the reality of what he was doing crashed over him, but it was too late to stop. the craving for you, for everything you were, wrapped itself around him tighter with each passing second. he was here, and somehow, in this space that wasn’t his, it felt like he was closer to you than he had ever been.

and he got addicted.

not even a week later he returned to your room again, when the house was empty. he made himself a key, now able to walk in and out whenever he wanted. was he a little insane? maybe. did he care? not really.

matt stood at the foot of your bed again, the silence swallowing him whole. he hadn’t planned to return so soon, but here he was, back in the very same room, the key in his pocket a constant reminder of the choices he’d made. his heart pounded in his chest, an anxious rhythm echoing in his ears. he didn’t know what he was looking for.

but he couldn’t stop himself.

the drawer was ajar as he stared at it, the air in the room felt warmer, heavier now, as if it too was aware of what he was about to do. his hands trembled as he reached inside. at first, it was just a slip of fabric— a soft, delicate piece he didn’t recognize. his fingers hovered over it, caught between shame and desire. the fabric was light, soft, and when he picked it up, the smell of you lingered on it—faint but unmistakable.

his stomach twisted in knots. what the fuck was he doing? he wanted to put it back, to walk out, to forget this ever happened. but his mind raced, and his body betrayed him, his dick twitching in his jeans as he holds your underwear.

goddamn it.

matt looked at the delicate lace in his hands, imagining you wearing it. the thought gripped him, suffocating, yet oddly intoxicating. he knew it was wrong— hell, it felt wrong even thinking about it. his breath caught in his throat as the shame spiraled, and for a fleeting second, guilt gnawed at him.

he dropped the fabric back in the drawer and left the room as soon as possible. he was embarrassed doing that.

so next time when he came in into the room again, he had his mask on, feeling much better and more confident now. whenever he was wearing it, it felt like it wasn't him doing that, like it was someone else.

the urge to linger, to be near your belongings, became a quiet, gnawing need. he shouldn’t be here or want this, but he did. he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. he didn't want you to be his next victim— he wanted to hear your moans and fuck you on your own bed, until you can't think straight anymore. he knows he has no chance doing that without his mask— but what would happen with the mask on?

matt walks around, eyes darting around the room, searching for something to focus on. he knew he had no right, but this didn't stop him from putting a small camera in the corner of your room, and then in your bathroom. he was preparing himself to call you soon, slowly tired of craving you and not being able to have you. so he decided to give himself time to know more about you, before finally deciding to speak to you.

he makes sure the cameras aren't visible, his gaze fell again to the drawer, to the clothes you had left behind, and to the things you'd left unseen. his hand hovered near the drawer once more, trembling, but he stopped. he had to stop, this wasn’t right.

you won't know though.

the craving gnawed at him from the inside, and the shame only made the desire grow stronger, and before he could realize what he's doing, he steals one of your underwear, leaving the room as soon as possible.

the next weeks matt spent in the dim light of his room, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating his face, eyes fixed on the screen. your room was laid out before him, the cameras he had hidden allowed him to watch you whenever he wanted. at first, it was just curiosity, the thrill of being close to you, even if you didn’t know it, but it started being more, soon enough he found himself jerking off to the sight of you.

your laughter, the way you moved, the soft touches of your hands brushing through your hair— it drove him wild. it felt like a drug, a constant craving, and each time he watched, the need for you grew, the ache deep inside him became unbearable.

and finally one day he's had enough of just watching.

the temptation, the obsession— it had to stop, one way or another, it was time to speak to you, to finally claim you.

it was time to make himself known.

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[iloveacaibowls111]

Wifey Material

synopsis: you were feeling bored so you decided to do something to surprise your beloved husband, kento nanami!

A/N: I was really inspired by Charlotte York from SATC while writing this lmao.

As the front door latch turned, you quickly place the empty plates down on the kitchen table. It was just a normal Wednesday night but you were feeling in a rut so you thought what better idea than to make the evening into a romantic date night. You had set everything up perfectly, jazz playing in the background, lighting dimmed so the kitchen was ambient and finally a delicious meal placed on the dining table with bottles of red wine. You were very proud of yourself, considering just a few years ago the only dish you could make was a peanut butter and jam sandwich.

“Honey, I’m home.” Nanami called out from the hallway.

“I’m just in the kitchen!” You called back, carefully smoothing your dress and tousling up your hair in the mirror’s reflection. “I’ve made us dinner tonight!” You turned to face him, giving him a smile and pointing towards the picturesque view on the dinner table. 

Nanami's eyes softened as he took in the scene, pausing for a moment as a gentle smile spread across his face. He walked over, setting his keys down with a faint clink, and wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace.

"Wow," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You really went all out." His gaze lingered on the carefully laid table, the soft candlelight dancing across the wine glasses, and the faint aroma of your cooking filling the air. "I feel like I'm in one of those fancy restaurants that we always go to.”

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "Well, why go out when you can have the best meal right here?"

Nanami’s hands moved to yours, squeezing gently before he guided you over to the table. "Sit down," he said, pulling out a chair for you. "I think it's only fair that I get to serve you after all this effort."

Blushing, you allowed him to take your seat and watched as he poured the wine, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the glass. He sat across from you, raising his glass with a smile. "To you," he said, his voice warm and genuine, "and to evenings like this. Thank you for making tonight so special."

Your glasses clinked, and the smooth notes of the jazz soundtrack filled the comfortable silence between you. As you took your first bites, you found yourself glancing up every so often, catching his gaze and exchanging small, knowing smiles. Each taste of the food felt more flavourful, every sip of wine a little richer with him there.

Nanami reached across the table, taking your hand and brushing his thumb over your knuckles as he shared a memory from one of your early dates.

"You know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I knew even then, on our first date, that I wanted nights like this with you. For the rest of my life.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter. Here in the warm glow of the evening you’d created, with his hand in yours wearing matching rings and the world outside fading away, everything felt perfectly in place.

Nanami’s gaze lingered on you for a moment as he set his wine glass down, an unreadable look in his eyes. He took a breath as if to say something but hesitated, a soft smile dancing on his lips as he reached across the table to hold your hand again.

“You know,” he began, his voice tender but a bit more serious than before, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… settled.” He looked around at the cozy, candlelit scene you had created and then back at you, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand thoughtfully. “I’ve always known that I wanted a life like this—a warm home, someone to come back to… but I never imagined it would feel this good.”

You felt a warm flush rise to your cheeks as his words sank in, realising just how much tonight meant to him. You gave his hand a small squeeze, feeling your heart swell. “I’m glad,” you murmured, smiling as you looked down, slightly shy under his gaze. “I wanted tonight to feel special. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”

Nanami’s grip tightened, and his face softened even more, a hint of vulnerability showing in his usually composed demeanour. “It does,” he whispered, then took another deep breath, looking at you with a mixture of love and something else—something deeper. “And you know… I think about it sometimes, what it would be like if it wasn’t just the two of us. If… maybe someday… we had a family of our own.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at him, both surprised and elated, and the words seemed to sink slowly into the room around you. The idea of starting a family with Nanami was one you’d both hinted at in passing, like a soft dream floating in the background, but hearing him say it now, here, felt profound.

“Really?” you asked, a warm smile breaking across your face. You hadn’t expected this conversation tonight, but the way he was looking at you made it feel as natural as breathing.

He chuckled softly, nodding as he looked down at your hands, entwining your fingers more tightly. “Yeah. I think I’d like that. A little home filled with our own kind of happiness. I can picture us—maybe two little ones running around, their laughter filling these walls… maybe a few quiet nights like this, where we can just sit back and watch them grow.”

The image he painted was beautiful, like a warm vision of the life you hadn’t quite let yourself imagine fully. You could see it too—a home with him, the two of you sharing not just nights like this, but years together, growing and building a family.

You leaned in, resting your free hand over his. “I love that,” you whispered, barely able to contain the excitement and warmth spreading through you. “I want that too. I think we’d make a pretty amazing team.”

Nanami laughed softly, his eyes lighting up with happiness as he reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that made you melt. “Then let’s keep building this dream. Little by little, just like tonight.”

You both sat there, hands intertwined, silently absorbing this new shared dream, feeling a fresh layer of love and commitment deepen between you. The future felt bright, warm, and filled with a kind of joy you both knew would only grow with time. For now, though, this moment was all you needed. You squeezed his hand, your eyes meeting his, knowing that whatever the future held, it would be a beautiful journey together.

[heegyukeluv]

fall for you (lhs) - req

pairing: heeseung x afab reader

synopsis: Dealing with midterm exam season has always been stressful. Luckily, you have a boyfriend who would do anything to bring your joy back.

my's note: i loved writing this i'm in love with this work ty so much for the request ☹️💘

warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader loves autumn/fall, reader blushing/turning red! LMK if missed anything!!!

request: can you write about fem reader who gets so excited for autumn to the point where the sight of the leaves changing colors makes her squeal and jump up and down! unfortunately, it’s also midterm season and... (full request here!)

wc: 5k

NOT PROOFREAD.

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“I feel you’re too close to turning into a highlight marker.”

The quiet room was suddenly filled by your boyfriend’s soft and playful voice, startling you out of your focused state. You let out a small chuckle with his comment as you leaned back on the chair to stretch, closing your eyes while groaning.

Your whole body ached for being in the same position for God’s know how long, your head felt heavy and your eyes deeply tired. The words in front of you have long gone lost sense and the study material wasn’t sinking enough to boost your confidence, so you had an obstacle that restrained you from stopping your study time – and it was purely yourself. 

Splitting your day into having a part-time job and college was definitely your biggest decision, aware of the fact that your life would constantly feel like going down in shambles, especially during certain times like the midterm season, where it asked for your bestest and you couldn’t completely offer, since you had other responsibilities in your life.

To use your weekend and any free time to study was the only option. That added to Heeseung being your clingy, adorable boyfriend led you to the ongoing situation: you, using his desk as your personal place, his internet connection that works way faster than your dorm’s, and his clothes, just because they’re comfy.

“I hope I’m the orange one, then,” you shot back with a sly smile, glancing at Heeseung, who calmly approached with your mug – decorated with fall leaves and a cute fox playing with them –, handing it to you as he rested his hip on the desk, looking down at you with his usual tender gaze and breathtaking smile. 

You had dark circles under your tired, now faintly reddish eyes, indicating your exhausted state. Heeseung knew about your current routine, a complete stress mess preventing you from doing your everyday chores; your face constantly buried in books and articles, studying the entire semester’s content like your life depended on it – and it felt like it did.

You needed to be taken care of with as much love as possible, something Heeseung had overflowing for you.

“You’d be the prettiest one,” he answered back with a grin, crossing his arms and tilting his head to admire you.

“Thanks,” you whispered sincerely – for the hot cocoa he just made you and the compliment –, holding back a shy smile before taking a sip from the warm liquid; the sweet taste dissolved in your tongue and made you close your eyes, your whole body feeling gradually relaxed.

“You should rest a little, my love,” Heeseung murmured, cupping one of your cheeks with his warm hand, his thumb caressing your skin as you leaned into the touch – eyes closed, enjoying the heartwarming feeling spreading through your chest. 

His other hand gently brushed a strand of hair that was on your face, revealing it full to his eyes as an enchanting painting. Although you looked extra tired, there was something about your beauty that would make you easily gorgeous no matter your condition. 

Nonetheless, among your many beautiful and stunning facets, the stressed, overworked one you wore right at that moment was one that Heeseung hated to witness. 

Heeseung would do anything to get your back into your normal demeanor. Seeing you killing your sleep time, eating easy meals and consequently unhealthy foods, giving up on your social life and sometimes, even leaving aside your relationship with him was as painful as a bullet.

Heeseung was your biggest defender, protector and, mainly, lover. He devoted his life for you, if that meant to have you forever by his side, and he always would cherish your happy side.

“I know,” you whined with a pout, fluttering your eyes open, getting a look at Heeseung’s worried eyes. “I’m tired, but I can’t stop now,” you murmured, placing the mug on the desk and grabbing your orange pen to keep on remarking the important topics. 

Heeseung sighed, aware of your stubborn personality that was one of his favorite things about you – how determined you were, how always right you sounded, how confident you sustained your words –, and also the hardest part in moments like those. 

“But you have to…” He muttered back, lowering himself on his knees to turn the rolling chair towards his direction, stopping you from keeping writing and holding both your hands with his big ones. “Let’s go to bed, hm? It’s super late,” he said and gently pulled one of your hands closer to his lips to press a sweet kiss on the back of it.

“No, it’s not–” You tried to fight back, thinking Heeseung was making things up just to have you with him in bed, cuddling, as he did some other times. 

However, his serious tone after he reinforced it with a firm nod, tightening his grip to prevent you from turning back, got you confused. “It is.”

You blinked a few times, only now realizing how dark it seemed to be outside the window, before furrowing your eyebrows. When you started, the sun was still up. “What time is it?” You asked, voice small.

“2am.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, flabbergasted, widened eyes as you watched Heeseung’s decrescent smile adorning his pretty cherry lips.  

“Yeah…” 

“And you’re still awake?” You asked baffled, with a strong layer of concern, freeing one of your hands to brush his bangs out of his forehead and caress his cheek gently.

“I’d never go to sleep without you if you’re in the same house as me, baby,” he admitted, his eyes gleaming with what you learned after years together as being love, then he kissed your palm and fully leaned into your touch, turning his head like a puppy.

“You’re too good for me and too sweet for this world, Hee,” you muttered, feeling a wave of mixed emotions rush through you, stress blending with the overwhelming love you felt for Heeseung.

A big part of you felt guilty for unconsciously leading Heeseung to stay awake due to your studies, the other was worried about his sleep schedule, and the other bubbling with the same lovestruck sensation that flooded your heart whenever Heeseung was near to you.

Heeseung's soft gaze remained locked on yours, the glow of the desk lamp highlighting the gentle lines of his face.

"Don’t stress about it," he replied in a caring tone, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on your hand that he held. "I’d stay up a thousand nights just to make sure you’re okay." His voice was soft, tender, the warmth in it wrapping around you like a comforting fluffy blanket.

Your eyes grew glossy as exhaustion finally began to take over, your body realizing it had reached its limit after getting to know the hour. Heeseung noticed the change immediately, observing as you let out a deep yawn, blinking back the moisture in your tired eyes and rubbing one of them with the hand that once cupped his face.

He straightened his body and leaned forward just enough to kiss your forehead with such tenderness it made your heart skip a beat, as if it was your first time receiving that touch. 

“Come on,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin before he stood up completely, going back to hold both of your hands. Heeseung was always so touchy and you loved that with all your heart. “Finish your hot choco and I’ll help you get ready for bed. How does that sound?” He nonchalantly swang your arms from side to side, as a child growing impatient, but you knew it was his way to keep your attention on him.

You hesitated, looking back at the pile of notes on the desk, feeling that familiar guilt start to creep up again. “But… I’m not done studying, Hee. There’s still so much…”

Heeseung shook his head mildly, pulling you to stand up before his long arms hugged you; the cozyness of his torso made you sigh in pleasure, allowing his body to completely embrace you, his fresh fragrance inebriating your airways enough to make you dizzy and even sleepier. 

He placed a kiss on the top of your head before saying, “Just finish your drink, ok? You can continue your studies tomorrow.” And when you tried to counter, he added, with a firm, yet tender tone. “No buts, please.”

“Ok,” you grumbled against the fabric of his sweatshirt, a sound so adorable that made Heeseung chuckle. 

He pulled away from the hug to kiss your lips, already imagining your pouty face even before seeing it. 

“I love you,” he declared and as if you heard from the first time, your heartbeats increased, your skin pricking up in an instant reaction and you smiled, shyly, accepting the sweet touch of his lips on yours.

“Iloveyoutoo,” your words now were all slurred due to the fatigue that crashed down your body blended with Heeseung’s soothing, peaceful presence. Your eyes struggled to keep open, making you blink slowly. 

At the end of the night, you didn’t drink all of your hot chocolate, and Heeseung willingly carried you to his bed, tucking you nice and cozy under the blankets and giving you a goodnight kiss before cuddling you. 

It was unquestionable that stress was eating you alive. Your stomach hurt almost every day at the thought of failing your exams, and to make it worse, your brain stubbornly refused to retain the materials you had studied over the past few days.

You expected to nail the first exam, which happened at the end of a busy day, even with the strong headache that pursued you throughout it. But you weren't too sure, and a few more other exams waited for you until you reached the end of that hellish midterm season.

However, the moment you stepped out of the classroom and headed towards the exit, hoping to go to your dorm to grab a bite before holing up in studies, you couldn’t help but smile as you started to notice autumn leaves dancing gently from the trees scattered across campus until they reached the paved ground.

The green foliage was gradually transforming into beautiful shades of brownish-orange, and a soft, sweet breeze caressed your face as you walked through the covered paths. A gentle chill rushed over your body, warmly hidden beneath the coat you had borrowed from Heeseung during your last visit, making you feel small and comfy.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, enjoying the autumn scent tickling your senses slowly.

The studying days had you oblivious to things surrounding you, eroding your possibilities of seeing life beyond academic books, so now, when you realized your favorite season’s arrival, your body felt like vibrating with a sudden surge of energy, an overwhelming urge to run and leap around like a child.

Yet, you knew that such carefree expression was a luxury not easily afforded in that moment, exposed to the judgmental world that would see you as a cringey, childish girl or anything similar, so you held yourself back and sighed, a little frustrated.

When you fluttered your eyelids open, expecting to face reality again, you were startled by a familiar presence.

“Oh?” You exclaimed, nearly jumping back on your feet as Heeseung stood just a few meters away, a curious expression lighting up his face. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your smile widening as he approached you. His presence, combined with the thrill of autumn beginning, made your heart stumble in between it beats.

Heeseung looked cozy as he tilted his head adorably, his eyes sparkling with affection as they roamed over your features, taking in your unique beauty and, surprisingly enough, your relaxed demeanor. He missed seeing your joyful side shining like that, and he had a huge hint about the reason due to the surroundings you both, now, were.

“I was thinking about you,” he answered sincerely, hands traveling all their way to your waist, tenderly holding you steady. Your own hands found comfort on his shoulders covered by a delicate fabric of his sweater, and Heeseung didn’t restrain his need to peck your lips once before continuing to say with his soft, and a layer of playfulness, voice. “Thought you could use some boyfriend-help after the exam you were stressing about.” 

You giggled, feeling your cheeks warming as if you experienced falling in love for the first time again.

Years would pass and you wouldn’t overcome your crush on Heeseung, always so gentle and caring, not to mention tremendously attractive, reiterating he was your boyfriend.

He had his hair dyed in a shade of pink that contrasted way too well with his slightly tanned skin, and his fluffy bangs covered his forehead, giving his face a touch of softness. It all matched too perfectly for your heart not to beat fast whenever you were together.

Before you could say anything, he added with a cute grin.

“But you seem very happy for someone who was stressed to the point of pulling out your own hair…”

He quirked an eyebrow while keeping his eyes locked on yours, and for brief a moment you wondered if word had stopped as you took in his perfection.

But Heeseung’s remark had you remembering your previous thrilling excitement for autumn. A smile creeped onto the corner of your lips, growing bigger and brighter as your eyes lit up immediately. 

“Autumn,” you whispered. 

It was all you needed to say before lightly throwing your head back, then to the side, as you took in the scene around you. The trees waved gently under your happy gaze, their leaves shifting in the breeze as Heeseung’s hands remained firmly around your waist, holding you close.

The sun was subtle against your skin, sky faltering with clouds, yet, nothing similar to the intense summer’s heat; just enough warmth to send a delightful shiver down your spine. This time, you didn’t suppress your euphoria at the sight of leaves falling, the gentle breeze swirling around you both, carrying the enjoyable atmosphere of autumn, each leaf a little reminder of the magic of the season.

“Look at them!” You squealed, your excitement too much to contain and being with Heeseung awakening your inner child.

You spun to the side, and Heeseung quickly followed, hugging you from behind as if refusing to let your warmth slip away. You pointed at the path covered in golden and orange leaves, spread like little stars on the vast ground. The trees stood tall, forming a natural arch over the main campus route, and while Heeseung’s eyes followed the scene, they inevitably drifted back to you.

“So pretty, isn’t it?” He murmured close to your ear, catching a glimpse of your beaming expression. He wasn’t talking about the scenery, though.

You nodded, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of happiness, oblivious to the true meaning behind Heeseung’s words.

Heeseung had a soft spot for you, it was undeniable. But moments like these made it even more evident, as he witnessed you allowing your true self to shine, unfiltered and excited over simple things. It worked as a silent proof that you felt comfortable enough around him, showing all your unique pieces carefreely.

And he loved to love every part of you.

You started to walk forward, eager to pass through the arch of pretty leaves, unaware of Heeseung's small whine he voiced out when you broke his embrace to only hold his hand, pulling him along.

He couldn’t help but watch, adoringly, as you took little skips and hops through the sea of leaves. His cherry-colored lips curved into a soft smile, eyes squinting into crescent moons as he did so, his heart swelling in love. The butterflies in his stomach danced to the rhythm of your steps, and his pulse quickened as you giggled along it, grounding him and, at the same time, drifting his feelings for you as light as a feather throughout his entire being.

Every excited sound you let out, pointing to the same things made his heart melt in love.

He was ridiculously in love with you.

But then, you stopped abruptly, turning to face him with puffed cheeks and a slight pout, your fingers playing nonchalantly with his. He approached, tilting his head.

“It’s such a shame I can’t enjoy this for long,” you mumbled, your joyful expression melting into a sad one, dropping your eyes down to the floor.

Heeseung’s brows furrowed immediately, his hand gently letting go of yours to cup your face, tilting it up until your eyes met his. He shook his head slightly, still frowning, his gaze full of tenderness as if refusing to let the stress steal away your happiness again.

“No,” he shook his head again, his thumbs brushing your cheeks in circles. You looked so pretty under the autumn aesthetic. “I don’t want you stressing again.”

You sighed, closing your eyes briefly as you leaned into his touch. “I can’t help it. There’s just so much to do and–” You fluttered your eyes open, locking your gaze onto Heeseung’s. “I feel like I’m constantly failing. I don’t know.”

Heeseung sweetly pressed his lips on yours once, twice, thrice, and a few more times until he got you smiling, shyly, trying to contain it but totally unable to do so.

“Here it is… The cutest, most perfect and gorgeous smile in the entire galaxy.” 

You rolled your eyes with Heeseung’s exaggeration, the heat surging to your cheeks immediately as you released yourself from his hands only to shove your head on his neck, giggling. Your actions elicited a laugh from him, his arms involving you gently, as if he was holding his entire world.

And to some extent, he was.

Heeseung’s chest vibrated as he spoke gently, the sound and feeling somehow relaxing your nerves immediately.

“I prepared something for you.”

You lifted your head only enough to glance at him, still pressing your torso onto his. “Yeah?” You asked, absorbing the handsomeness of your boyfriend as though you just met him. 

Heeseung would never fail to make you speechless and to take your breath away. And you didn’t quite admit it out loud, but although you always enjoyed fall, the weather itself and the views you got to see, after meeting Heeseung, he became one of your main reasons to love the season.

The first time you saw him was in a coffee shop.

Heeseung was sitting outside while drinking on his caramel macchiato, oblivious to the outside world that watched him so closely as he readed a book. You, being the said outside world, diving meticulously into your personal analysis that showed results about guys like Heeseung looking extremely attractive under the golden autumn sunlight. 

You ran away the moment his eyes flickered out of the words on his book, as if he felt the intensity of your gaze and started to look out for it.

The following days were pretty much like the first one, until you got a job in the same coffee shop and started to serve him the same order.

A caramel macchiato and, sometimes, a cupcake.

Unlike you, Heeseung was slightly forward with his intentions and didn’t retreat when he noticed how your eyes would linger into his figure longer than in any other consumer, or how your cheeks had a faint blush every time you approached him with his order, or even the timid smile adorning the corner of your lips when he complimented your services.

And then he complimented you.

Just like that, aiming straight to your heart and easily accomplishing his goal. 

You exchanged numbers, started to talk almost everyday to the point of becoming good friends.

Eventually, you caught yourself falling in love with Heeseung’s gentleness.

He would help you by placing his order on the table just to brush his fingers in yours. He would search for you even before searching for a table to sit. He would wait for you outside your class to hand you a box of chocolate, concerned about your stressed self over the midterms.

And you noticed he was falling for you too.

In a few weeks, you both would be celebrating one year into this comfortable relationship you cherished with your whole being. 

“Can you come to my apartment today?”

Heeseung’s voice snapped you back to the real world, and you never felt so happy about your thoughts being a reality. 

Yeah, you had Heeseung to yourself. How lucky.

“What’s with all this suspense, huh?” You questioned while giggling, Heeseung following your steps close behind, one hand covering both your eyes and the other holding your waist to help you move. 

“You’ll like it,” he answered, acting as if that amount of words would simply explain his decision to prevent you from catching a glimpse of whatever he had prepared, since the start of the hallway.

However, you knew how extra your boyfriend could be sometimes and let him do his thing.

“I bet I’ll.”

Alongside the curiosity swelling in your chest, the usual guilty feeling that accompanied you throughout your last weeks of long nights of study, forbidden you from finding time to take a break, to relax and recharge, appeared as well, slowly preparing your body to receive the bittersweetness dissolving in your palate every time you skipped your study routine during that time of the year.

You gulped, an inner battle happening that didn’t go unnoticed by Heeseung.

“Hee, you know I can’t stay.”

“Shh,” he shushed you, his warm breath brushing against your ear making you shiver. “I can help you study later. For now, let’s just relax. Can you do that for me?” He asked gently and you nodded, still hesitantly. 

You had reached the main door by the way he stopped walking and tightened his grip on your waist to stop you as well, and the sound of him unlocking it made your stomach swirl together with the key. Then Heeseung lightly pushed you forward with his chest pressing your back, hand still covering your eyes and now, the other arm, holding you close to his body.

By habit, you took off your shoes when you blindly understood you were now inside his apartment. Then, with a bit on your lower lip when Heeseung uncovered your eyes and rested his chin on your shoulder, almost feeling his smile as he whispered “Surprise,” you fluttered your eyelashes open, trying to adjust to the light.

However, to your surprise, his apartment was under a warm, comfortable dim light instead of its usual brightness. As your eyes wandered through his place, you noticed a few cozy blankets sprawled on the floor, next to the couch where a plush pumpkin with a cute face and a basket of things you couldn’t quite see sat perfectly together; a sweet invite to your attention.

“W–What?” You muttered confused, lips falling open as you turned to look at your boyfriend who only separated from you to affectionately read your genuine reaction, his bambi eyes shining brighter than all stars together.

You felt your heartbeats increasing, breath hitching a little, and for some seconds you couldn’t quite pinpoint if the reason was Heeseung or his sudden surprise. Or both.

“Thought that a cozy little at-home date could help you to de-stress,” Heeseung explained, his cheeks with a faint blush added to how he scratched his nape indicating he was getting shy. You smiled, getting closer. “I know it’s nothing big, but–”

“No,” you urged to interrupt whatever nonsense he was about to say by pressing his lips with yours in a caring kiss. “I loved it.”

You were aware of Heeseung’s insecurities with surprises or preparing things for you, always overthinking about your reaction and wondering if he could do better. 

And you tried your best to reiterate that, no matter what you did or where you went, the moment together with Heeseung was more than enough to make you happy and relaxed.

He was your safe haven.

Heeseung took a deep breath in relief before kissing you deeply, a hand cupping one side of your face and the other pulling you closer by the waist. You willingly let him in, tongues swirling together in a dance you both knew how to do pretty well, and yet led your stomach to flutter with something addicting, a feeling you would never get used to.

Heeseung kissed you tenderly, as always, quietly lowering his hand from your cheek to grab both your thighs and lift you with ease, lips still moving in sync, while your fingers caressed his face and hair, disheveling it without caring too much. 

You heard the door closing shut and felt Heeseung moving you both around after removing his own shoes, until he sat on the free space on the couch with you on his lap; nonetheless, it didn't feel rushed or lascivious. 

Heeseung’s touches, on your body and mouth, were sweet as caramel, slow as the sun rising lazily during evenings, cozy as a fuzzy blanket wrapping around you. You felt loved. Heeseung was loving you.

When you broke the kiss, Heeseung chased your lips to peck a few times as your breath mingled, trying to regulate it. He watched you smile with your eyes closed while he dotted your face with kisses, your giggling adding the gorgeous masterpiece you were under his gaze.

He leaned back after finishing his work of showering you with affection, grinning, eyes beaming with love. His hands draw circles on your clothed hips waiting for you to open your eyes, and when you did, his smile grew.

You immediately drifted your attention to the side and grabbed the pumpkin soft plush to hold in your arms tightly, inhaling the scent you recognized straightaway. “Did you spray your perfume in here?” You asked playfully, and by the way Heeseung shook his head, smirking and trying to avoid your eyes as a kid who got caught doing something wrong, you knew the answer already.

“I would never do something like that,” he shot back with a mischievous undertone, batting his eyelashes, feigning innocence. 

You chuckled, head throwing back slightly. “You’re so cute,” you murmured, leaning forward to peck on his lips before pulling away only to look out for the basket you saw earlier, his eyes following your movements expectantly. “What else do we have here, hm?” 

Heeseung straightened his posture on the couch, helping you to open the little gift he prepared for you, gentle hands brushing softly against yours. 

Once again, you had a flabbergasted expression adorning your features, “Is it a boo basket, my love?” You asked when it finally clicked, now rushing to go over each item from it.

There were two different flavored candles, one white and one dark red, some halloween themed sweets, including your favorite chocolate, a new mug for you collection, a facial mask and other skin care products, and lastly, a soft fabric that when you unfolded, revealed to be a beige sweater with a couple that looked pretty similar to you and Heeseung, with the phrasing “fall for you”, alongside some orange, yellow and brown leaves swirling around them. 

Heeseung drank from each of your reactions, how your eyes widened and shone with each new item you found inside the basket, your giggles with the heart shaped mug, your cheeks reddening in excitement, your smile never leaving your lips. 

“Did you like it?”

“Oh my God,” you whispered after finishing all your inspection, hugging the sweater, the corner of your eyes glistening with tears when you closed then, the action doing nothing to help you hold your emotions back.

“Are you crying?” Heeseung frowned, face suddenly dropping, concern dripping out of his voice. “Babe, why are you crying?” He searched for your face hidden behind the fabric of the clothing you hugged, trying to gently pull away to see you. You shook your head, forcing your weight forward to bury your face on his neck. 

“I love you so much,” you said, voice coming slurred as you pressed yourself into him even more, especially after his arms wrapped around your body and pulled you closer.

Heeseung’s chest vibrated with a delicate chuckle, now relieved to understand your reaction. “That’s why you’re crying?” 

“Mhm,” you mumbled, making him laugh once again, finding you too cute for his heart.

“I love you too, my love,” he said back, smiling.

The warmth of your embrace sent a wave of reassurance through Heeseung’s body. Your sweet presence, your joyful and memorable smiles, your contagious laughter. Everything was enough to make him love you even more each second, if that was possible. 

“Are you de-stressed?” He asked after a while, you even had removed the sweater from preventing you from feeling his heated skin against your lips. 

“Definitely,” you answered softly, your breathing coming as calm as the autumn’s wind whisper while you enjoyed his hug, noticing how his skin prickled with the tender brush of your lips on it. 

You waited for a few minutes, sniffling your tears away and searching for Heeseung’s eyes, that quickly rested in you, with the same sweet amount of warmth he carried with him. 

“Do we have a movie to watch?” You tilted your head to the side as you asked, knowing Heeseung’s ways to help you clear your head. Dating for over a year had it perks, and the routine you created together was the biggest one.

His smile was enough to answer your question, but he made sure to vocalize it too. “Oh, sure we do.”

And just like that, you found yourself resting your head on Heeseung’s chest as you both took the floor space under the cozy blankets, the scent of one of the candles you decided to open filling the room, as well as the low sound of the TV showing your favorite comfort movie, while your arm wrapped over the pumpkin plush and Heeseung’s waist, after eating some snacks together.

At some point, Heeseung looked at you and you felt the weight of his gaze, looking back at him. You smiled, grateful for having such a caring boyfriend that would do anything to ease the hard life for you.

On the other hand, Heeseung’s heart ached in love, glad to have you by his side. He already knew that, but it worked as a reminder.

He would keep falling for you in every season. 

[scratchandfriends]

First Times (+18)

Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x Female Tav

WC: 2600

Summary: You and Wyll haven't *consummated* your budding romance. Literally no one cares... except Astarion. Okay maybe you two also care, but is it even a big deal?

Content Warnings: LOSS OF VIRGINITY! Virgin Wyll, unprotected sex, creampies, girl on top, kissing, jealous astarion tbh.

— — 

“More wine? You seem tense.” Astarion all but purrs at you while holding out the bottle of red wine, tipping its neck in your direction. 

You had to admit, you were feeling a bit tired and out of sorts, but how could you not in these particular circumstances? You shrug and allow your vampire companion to fill your cup to the brim with deep, burgundy liquid. 

“I can hardly say I’m relaxed, but considering the uninvited guests in our skulls and the cult of lunatics trying to murder us, I’m doing fine, Astarion.” You try to wave his comment off and move on to other matters. 

“Are you quite sure? You seem a bit, frustrated as of late.” Astarion pries further, taking a sip from his own cup of wine. 

“Perhaps I’m frustrated because a certain snarky, pointy-eared charlatan keeps asking to bite me in the middle of the night when I’m trying to get my beauty rest.” You quip back with a cheeky smirk, emphasizing the word bite. 

“Oh but from what I can tell you’re getting plenty of beauty rest, darling. And besides, it’s been few and far between the nights I can catch you alone in your own bedroll for a little sip.” Astarion shifts a bit closer to you seated next to him at the campfire. 

He was right. You had been spending most nights in Wyll’s tent lately, sharing conversation and shy kisses well into the wee hours of the morning. Ever since your kiss on the beach after saving the Emerald Grove, the two of you had been exploring your budding romantic relationship a day at a time. It was clear to you from his awkwardness and visible uncertainty that you were the first adult relationship Wyll had engaged in… but you didn’t mind! You found the way he became flustered after each kiss and fleeting touch of your hands against his so very endearing. It also helped that you found him devilishly handsome, no pun intended. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous of where I’ve been spending my evenings.” You take another long drink of wine from your cup… 

— —

Today’s battle had left Wyll covered in viscera and grime, so he thought he would rinse off and freshen up in the river before retiring to his tent for the evening. Donning fresh clothing, he shook his head like a dog, river water splattering on the ground around him as he dried his hair. 

He couldn’t help but look forward to another night alone with you. Wyll loved your long talks and especially loved holding you close to him… a privilege he felt he didn’t deserve in his current physical form. You always looked at him with adoration in your eyes and for those intimate moments alone he felt almost normal. 

Wyll’s heart fluttered at the thought of having you in his bed again, letting you kiss his lips gently between subjects of conversation. He wanted so badly to take your relationship further physically, but his nervousness and anxiety kept him from progressing past kisses and soft touches. He had never laid with a woman before. He wanted nothing more than to provide you with the deepest carnal pleasure that this life allows, but he simply didn’t know the first thing about it. 

Shaking the insecurities from his mind, he trudged towards his tent and was about to head inside before he heard your voice coming from the campfire circle. You were talking with someone. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he heard Astarion’s ill intended giggle in response to whatever you had said, he couldn’t help but listen in…

— — 

“Hah hah! Jealous? Me? Tav, you wound me!” Astarion puts his hand to his chest in fake offense. “I’m only offering my concern for your pent up nature as of late.” 

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, Astarion.” You say curtly. 

“Darling I’m up all hours of the evening, hunting, watching the camp and whatnot. I’ve heard many strange bumps in the night, but absolutely nothing coming from your lawful little warlock’s tent.” Astarion says with a smirk. “I’m not implying anything, I’m saying that I can offer what your lover lacks and give you a well-earned release.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I assure you I am quite satisfied and spoken for, thank you very much.” You respond. 

“Spoken for, obviously. Satisfied is yet to be seen.” The vampire chides. 

“What goes on between my sheets is none of your concern.” You gulp down the rest of your wine. “Keep your fangs out of my love life if you wish to continue to enjoy the privilege of drinking from me.” 

You rise to your feet to turn in for the night. 

“Have it your way, darling… but if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting.” Astarion adds with a devilish smirk. 

You scoff and head to your tent. Once inside, you change your clothes into something more comfortable for sleeping and let your hair fall from its high ponytail to cascade down your back. Feeling a bit warm either from the wine or irritation from Astarion’s invasive comments, you decide you want to cuddle up with your favorite warlock for the evening. 

Sneaking out of your tent you softly pad over to Wyll’s tent and rap softly at the entrance before pushing your way inside. You find him on his back on his bedroll, one arm behind his head and another holding a book up in front of his face. 

“Hey you.” You say with a smile as you settle yourself onto Wyll’s bedroll next to him, nestling yourself into his side. 

“Ah, what a beautiful sight.” He says, setting his book down. 

“How are you?” You ask. 

“Ah, fine.” He says, unable to meet your eyes for some reason. 

You pick up on his unease and inquire further. 

“Is something wrong?” You lift yourself onto your elbow so you can get a full view of his face. 

“No! No of course not… I’m just… surprised to see you here tonight.” Wyll eventually gets out. 

“I’m here nearly every night, Wyll… why wouldn’t I be here?” You furrow your brow. 

“I heard some of your chat with Astarion.. I thought you might have taken him up on his offer…” Wyll says with a bit of a bitter bite to his words. 

You become angry, sitting up fully now. 

“You really think I would trade what we have for a frivolous romp with a vampire?” You spit out. “You would believe I’m that shallow?”

“No! It’s not that at all!” Wyll responds defensively, sitting up next to you. “I just thought you.. well… I’m sure you have needs and I… I-I mean w-we…” Wyll stutters pathetically, trying to pacify you as well as articulate his thoughts. “I-it doesn’t bother you? That w-we… haven’t?”

“GODS no!” You say with wide eyes. “If you think my interest in you is purely physical, you’re deeply mistaken. I want you, in every sense, not just like that.” You bring your hand to affectionately stroke his cheek. His eyes finally meet yours, it was clear he was embarrassed by his outburst of insecurity. “Wyll.. my sweet… I’d never rush into anything like that especially if you’re not ready-“

“And what if I said I am ready?” Wyll asks, much to your surprise. 

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just because that idiotic-“ 

“No, not because of him. I’ve been wanting this for some time… really since the night you kissed me, actually… I-I just… don’t want to disappoint you, make a fool of myself..” He interrupts you again, shaking his head. 

You chuckle a bit, thumb caressing his face. 

“Lovely boy, you could never disappoint me in that way. Of course I want all of you… but only if that’s truly what you desire.” You say as you lean in to nuzzle your nose against his. You notice Wyll’s cheeks flush deeper red. 

Wyll smiles at you and tilts his head to press a passionate kiss on your lips. He starts to deepen the kiss by pressing his hand against the back of your head. You hum in contentment and bring your hand to stroke his chest while letting his mouth move against yours. 

This kiss was different from the ones you had previously shared. There was an urgency, a neediness in the way Wyll devoured your lips that you had never experienced with him before. He pushes you down onto your back and hovers over you, giving you a chance to breathe. 

“You’re sure?” You ask, wanting to be completely certain that he wasn’t acting on impulse due to the goading of his pallid traveling companion. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, I promise.” Wyill assures you with a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back again. “Shall we continue?” He asks with a bit of a smirk. 

“As you were, then!” You giggle and pull his face into your neck. 

You feel Wyll hum in playful approval as his lips graze your sensitive skin. His stubble scratches against your flesh and you tremble instinctively. His plush lips begin to suckle passionate kisses into your neck, marking his territory and making you keen in response. You barely notice his left hand sliding your sleeping tunic over your body and stopping just before your breasts. 

“M-may I?” Wyll asks, sheepishly. 

You nod. 

He gingerly lifts your clothing over your head and tosses it to the ground, leaving you in just your panties. 

“Gods… you’re beautiful…” Wyll remarks as his eyes rake over your figure beneath him, a distinct sparkle in his good eye. 

“You can touch me more, you know… anywhere you want…” You grab one of Wyll’s wrists and bring his hand up to rest on your breast. 

Wyll’s eyebrows raise and he tentatively squeezes your supple flesh in his hand. You hum and wrap your arms around his neck. He grows bold enough to start rubbing circles around your nipple and you moan in approval. 

“You can kiss them too, you- Oh!” You gasp as Wyll doesn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence before wrapping his lips around your pert nipple and sucking softly. You feel your cunt clench in anticipation, pushing out more slick to dampen the gusset of your cloth underwear… but you wouldn’t rush him. You were hellbent on letting Wyll take all the time he needed to explore your body.. and his own. 

You feel him rut his clothed erection against your naked thigh as he suckles on your breast, kneading the other in his calloused hand. 

“Ah!” You yelp as you feel sharp teeth bite down onto your erect nipple. 

“Ah- sorry- I-“ Wyll pulls back and stutters out an apology. 

“No, don’t apologize. I liked it.” You coo at Wyll, playing with the ends of his braids at the back of his neck with your fingers. “Made me so wet for you, love…” You kiss him again and slide off your underwear while distracting him with your lips. 

You pull back and grin cheekily. Before Wyll can register your next move, you flip him over onto his back so that your nude form is straddling his hips. 

“I think you have entirely too many clothes on.” You say in jest as you slide down his body to start untying his pants.

“Well, we should fix that that.” Wyll smiles and starts to pull his tank top over his head. He throws it to the ground to accompany your attire. You hastily unweave the threads on his trousers, frantic hands shaking in anticipation of what was to come. Wyll helps you pull them down and off his legs, thick, uncut length bobbing so harshly against his stomach that it grazes your cheek. 

“Ah, sorry!” Wyll apologizes for his member hitting you in the face. “Is.. is it.. alright?” He asks nervously. 

You grab Wyll’s cock gently and stroke it slowly. His knee twitches beneath you. 

“Oh sweetheart, it’s more than alright.” You purr as you feel his weighty girth pulse in your palm. You position your body over his, nestling the mushroom tip of his cock between your slick folds, right at your entrance. “Is this alright, love?” You ask once more. 

Wyll gulps and tries to buck his hips up into yours. 

“Yes, yes gods yes! Please, I need to be inside you!” He pleads as he grips your hips roughly. 

“Sweet boy…” You coo as you sink yourself down onto Wyll’s twitching cock. You moan as your hips meet his. 

You weren’t sure how long you had your head thrown back, but once you opened your eyes and looked down at your lover, you saw him in the most beautiful state you’d ever seen. Wyll’s gaze was fixated on the seeping juncture of your two bodies, mesmerized at the way your lips stretched and spread open to accept his length. His mouth hung open in a permanent gasp, transfixed at the sight of your throbbing clit peeking out just above where he was buried inside of you. 

“Is it good, love?” You ask as you begin to rock yourself forward. 

“Shit-“ Wyll chokes out and his grip on your hips tightens. “It’s- it’s so good- hells!” He cries out and begins to pull you back and forth on his cock in time with your movements. 

You moan and writhe, enjoying the way Wyll was letting you get yourself off on him as he sat back and obliged your every request. He was entranced by the vision of you above him, using his body to bring yourself to the precipice of pleasure. 

“Oh, fuck…” You scratch your nails down Wyll’s chest as you bring yourself closer and closer to your high. 

“My love- I..” Wyll gasps out as he feels his own climax hurtling towards him. 

“I know, I know my sweet… Just a bit longer, please…” You sooth him with your words and light caresses down his abdomen. “I’m almost there…” 

“Yes, use me… please…” Wyll cants up at you. “Kiss me…” He pants out. 

You oblige and lean down to smash your mouth upon his. His tongue breaches your lips and your dam breaks, orgasm overtaking your body. You groan loudly into Wyll’s mouth as your hips jerk against his, cunt squeezing his length harshly in climax. 

“I’m-! Ah! I love you!” Wyll blurts out, gripping your body tightly as he pumps you full of his seed. You feel hot ropes splatter against your walls and spill out around where his cock was plugged up inside you. You caught your breath as you felt the last twitches of release fill you. Once you were sure Wyll had finished, you gently lifted yourself off his softening cock and tucked yourself into his side on the bed. 

You pulled the blanket over the two of you and snuggled into his chest as he turned towards you. You stroked your thumb across his cheek lovingly. 

“Soooo… what did you think?” You ask playfully. 

“I hate to admit that arsehole was right, but Astarion might have been onto something. I should have done this sooner.” Wyll remarks with a smirk. 

You chuckle and kiss him. 

“Let’s not let him know that.” 

[kurishiri]

official IkeVil JP twitter role-played with fans as Roger

translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties. Please reblog, not repost!

and here are some of my favorite responses and some tidbits about Roger (and some others, through his eyes) 🥹👌 also I wouldn’t consider these spoilers; they’re more like bite sized fun facts you might find in a random scene in some random side story or event or something lmao also I don’t like the green gun emoji on my phone so I’m using the beer one instead.

1. Roger is trying to get along with Alfons (it’s not working so well though I guess, haha)

💬: Roger!! Have you been getting along with Alfons recently?

🍻: That’s always my intention, but whenever I see him he gives me a kind of disgusted look. So maybe he’s just shy or something.

2. maybe Victor is trying to get everyone drunk…?

💬: Roger, have you gone out to drink with Victor before?

🍻: I don’t think Victor really drinks outside. If anything, he’s the one bringing some good booze back to Crown for us. Could it be — he’s scheming something and trying to get us drunk?

3. Roger can crack a joke 😂👌

💬: I kind of just ate this without knowing what that liquid is, but what is it, actually? 🧪

🍻: That’s a love potion. If you drink it you won’t be able to think about anything but me——just kidding.

4. Roger and Ellis are the strongest!

💬: Who is the strongest in Crown?

🍻: Me, followed by Ellis. You wanna compare our strength now with an arm wrestle? Though I reckon you wouldn’t be able to win against me even if you used both hands.

5. Roger’s worst fight with Alfons

💬: Please tell us the worst episode of a fight you’ve had with Alfons〜!!

🍻: Once during a mission we got into an argument where Al and I almost died — that day I’ve never seen Victor look that quietly angry before.

6. drinking with William! (they’re the older bros of the group)

💬: What do you talk about with William when you drink with him?

🍻: Will knows a lot, so we’ll talk about all sorts of stuff. Like how Victor’s overworking himself, or how Jude’s got bad feet, or how Liam hurt himself again——wait, what are we, their guardians?

7. Alfons bombed the drinking date

💬: Hey Roger, what sweets do you like? Other than Alfons’ scone.

🪞: Are we talking about me? Oh, that’s my handmade scone that I put a lot of love into. Don’t you feel naughty with just one bite? What do you think is in it?

🍻: Hey, you, get out and go somewhere else already.

8. drinking with Elbie!

💬: Have you drank with Lord Elbert before? 🥺🍻💚💙

🍻: I have, yes. But I can never tell whether he’s drunk or not.

🪞: That’s because he always looks drunk.

🍻: Oy, Al, what are you doing here? Tonight’s supposed to be just me and the lil lady, so don’t get in the way like that. Shoo shoo!

9. Roger doesn’t just drink beer (surprise surprise!)

💬: What do you like to drink other than beer?

🍻: I also drink whisky, though I always prefer beer. What about you, lil lady?

10. Roger comforts you after a long day of work

💬: Roger, I finally finished work…

🍻: There, there, you did well. I remember your efforts very well. Good job today.

11. Jude and drinking, according to Roger

💬: When you’re drinking with Jude, have you seen him when drunk before? I want to know what he’s like when he’s drunk.

🍻: Can’t say I’ve seen him drunk before. It seems like that guy always got a calm look on his face, no matter how much he drinks.

12. what Ellis is like when drunk

💬: Cheers! I have a question, what is Ellis like when drunk?

🍻: Ellis isn’t that weak to alcohol… but he becomes a bit more fluffy than normal, I guess. But he can walk back to the castle just fine.

13. trying to get Ellis drunk…?!

💬: I heard Ellis is a little weak to alcohol. Have you taken care of him when he was drunk? Also how many cups does it take for him to become drunk?

🍻: Pfft, haha… Are you trying to get Ellis drunk? I’ll have you know Ellis is like a cute younger brother to me, so I won’t tell. I have taken care of him though——let’s leave it at that.

14. who can hold their alcohol in Crown?

💬: Who is the worst at holding their alcohol in Crown?

🍻: I think everyone in Crown is pretty good at holding their alcohol. But should we put that to the test? …No way, this really isn’t for me to gather information on them?

15. he be takin care of Crown when they’re drunk

💬: Who do you drink with most often? And have you taken care of someone when they got drunk!?

🍻: Taking care of someone… Ellis — no, Al, maybe? Oh, and also Jude… whoops, can’t say any more than that, or he’ll be after me.

16. what Harry drinks

💬: I always get the impression Harry drinks strawberry milk a lot, but when it comes to alcohol, what does he drink? I want to know 🦊🍸

🍻: Harry likes whisky soda. It goes well with chocolate, and I’ve seen him eating it together with the drink. Noww then, now that I’ve told you some important information, you’ll stop that lying fox from eating too much sweets for me, won’t you?

17. Roger’s advice for those who simp to the point of illness 😆

💬: My friends love you to the point they might be a little ill, Roger. They love you so much it’s too much for me to handle. Is there medicine to make them feel better?

🍻: I can introduce you to a doctor I know who has some good medicine. Want me to? His name’s Roger Barel.

18. he cooks?!?!

💬: I want to eat a meat entree with you, Roger! (this is sausage and roast pork that I made) 😋🍽️🥩✨ What’s your favorite type of meat? And what other foods do you like?

🍻: I would say steak, but any meat is good. But I also like salty things too. Sometimes I make things that go well with alcohol. Want some?

19. oh..? 😳

💬: Yippeeee✨✨✨ it’s everyone’s older brother Roger!! Congrats on your main story🎉💕 I really look forward to this summer! (I have 🦑 with beer)

🍻: You have as much excitement as Victor! For sure, look forward to it. I’ll make it a summer you won’t ever forget.

20. Roger’s recommended drinks

💬: I want to know your drink recommendations!

🍻: Mine is beer, beer, and more beer. Ah, having some ginger ale in between seems pretty good too.

21. he drinks with Ellis and Jude often!

💬: Out of the members of Crown, who have you been drinking with recently? Have you drank with them several times…! 🍻✨

🍻: I go out to drink with Jude and Ellis quite a bit. Well, I think I prefer drinking together with you the most though.

22. he loves meat at the end of the day eheh

💬: I’m thinking of drinking with you tonight🍻 What do you eat (snack) with alcohol? I’m thinking chips goes well.

🍻: My favorite is salty meat. But chips go well with beer too. Should we order some?

23. Roger’s advice for those who just turn the legal age

💬: I’ve turned the legal age, what do you recommend for a first timer…? Was your first drink a beer…?

🍻: At first, you should go for drinks that don’t have high alcohol content to see if you can drink it or not. Other than that, drink together with someone. For example, with me. And of course, the first drink I had was beer!

24. Roger’s favorite drinking partner is… ✨✨

💬: Is there anyone you want to drink alone with?? What types of things would you talk about with them!?✨

🍻: The one drinking in front of me, right now.

[jamesdaycare]

*This is some kind of prequel to the previous story. Enjoy it!*

“Jessie, can you come to my room for a second? Listen, I was just talking to your mommy on the phone. I know you’re 18 years old already and next year you’ll be going to college. But I also know you’re not very used to stay in other people’s houses, specially at night. And I know as well it was a bit hard for you to leave your home today. Your mommy told me you were so nervous!”

“So I suggested her that you wear pull-ups tonight just in case. And she thought it was a great idea! What are pull-ups? Well, they are like your normal underwear but with a padding front made for protection. Oh no silly, they’re not diapers! Pull-ups are for big kids!”

“Awww you’re getting all shy because you don’t want Jen to see you like this? I think someone has a little crush on his friend… Don’t you think it’s more mature to admit you have to wear pull-ups just in case than throwing a fit? That’s what big boys do, and I’m sure you want Jen to think you’re a big boy, don’t you?”

“It’s okay, sleeping somewhere else can be scary. There’s nothing wrong with that. And being away from mommy is hard for you isn’t it? Awww look at how much you’re blushing!”

“Now why don’t you take those pants and undies off and let me get you into your pull-ups? It’ll be just in case, and if you manage not to wet them, we’ll just take them off tomorrow!”

“That’s a good boy! Oh, you can take your hands out of the way silly, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Awww, now I know why you were covering it! Oh no no, I think it’s umm… just a bit smaller than the average for a boy your age. But it’ll grow, maybe…”

“But you know what the good thing is? That it can fit really well in the pull-ups! That will be of course if you stop looking down at my breasts… Your pee pee is getting all swollen Jessie! That way we won’t be able to put you in your protection!”

“Besides, there’s nothing to see here little one! My breasts don’t produce milk for a baby like you to be interested in them! *giggling them* And even if they did, we have to keep you away from liquids! Unless you want to wet the bed in front of Jen…”

“Okay buddy, we better hurry up with the pull-up. I see it’s getting hard for you to look away, and we don’t want you to have a different kind of accident right in front of me, do you?”

[kirain]

Part one of my appreciation project.

@bankabb A fic based in their wonderful art piece here. Thank you for feeding the fandom!

The library was small but inviting, a cozy space tucked away from the world outside. A silent refuge. Shelves lined the walls, filled with well-worn books and trinkets that evinced a lifetime of study. The room was usually dim, the windows shut tight, protecting the leather spines from harsh light or the threat of humidity, but today the curtains had been drawn, allowing the pale evening sun to spill across the floor.

A long table shimmered under the amber rays, the surface cramped with half-drunk cups of tea—and a few indulgent mugs of coffee that, in all honesty, shouldn't have been there. But Dahlia couldn't resist. She sat across a wide linen couch, her short frame propped against a pillow, her knees slightly elevated as she took another sip of the sweet-bitter liquid. She had convinced herself she needed it, the book in her lap demanding attention no book ever had.

With idle patience, she turned a leaf, her lips curving faintly—not in reaction to the content, which was dry as parchment, but because she was reading it for him, her fingertips fondly tracing the margin of the page. Emmrich. It was his work, his world. If she wished to understand him beyond shameless flirting and the necromancy she'd already perfected, she had to meet him in the places where his mind dwelled, even if it meant enduring the dull intricacies of subjects she refused to touch even as an initiate.

Normally, she loved to learn, revelling in the opportunity, but this was a difficult read, even for one as intelligent as her. Yet, it didn't frustrate her, it made her admire him more. Emmrich was a man of great renown among the Mourn Watchers for a reason—brilliant, unwavering, and passionate about everything he pursued.

"...can you read?" a quiet voice broke out.

Dahlia's head snapped up, her violet eyes narrowing. Emmrich stood in the doorway, dapper as ever, a slow smile stretching across his face.

"Oh, very funny," she huffed, snatching up an aptly named throw pillow and flinging it at him, playfully.

"What?" Emmrich laughed as he caught it with ease. "What did I say?"

"You mocked me," she giggled, taking no offense. "You asked if I could read!"

Emmrich's smile faltered before a wholesome chuckle escaped his throat. "Darling, I said, 'Is it a good read?'"

A shy blush spread across her cheeks. "Oh. I thought—" She pressed her fingers to her temples, rubbing at the tension. "I'm sorry, I must have been lost in thought."

"A scholar after my own heart," he teased. "What are you reading, anyhow?"

Before she could answer, the tall, striking man ambled towards her, his expression keen and curious, his accessories gleaming in her spectacles. Suddenly, a flicker of embarrassment stirred in the pit of her stomach, her knees clenching to cover the book. She didn't want him to know she'd sought out his writings not to study the Fade, but to study him.

Then, it struck her like lightning to a spire—perhaps the text itself wasn't difficult. Perhaps the real reason she struggled, the reason she kept flipping back and rereading the same lines over and over, was because her fantasies ran rampant: imagining the way he must have looked hunched over his desk, eyes sharp with focus, his slender hand flexing along the pages as he obsessed over every word, every stroke of his quill.

"Oh, it's... well—" she stammered, but it was too late.

The couch dipped beneath Emmrich's weight as he settled by her feet and, without preamble, gently grasped her leg, shifting it just enough to see the title. Veilbound: A Treatise on the Fade and the Nature of Transcendence by Professor Emmrich Volkarin. He paused, and for the briefest moment, Dahlia could have sworn she saw his cheeks flush—just before he smoothed it away, hiding any trace of humility behind a sly grin.

"You poor thing," he quipped, leaning closer. "Must be boring you to tears. Some of my closest colleagues haven't been able to get through it."

Not for the same reasons, she hoped.

"I admit, it's not the most thrilling read," she jested.

"How dare you," he laughed, his grip on her leg tightening in all the right places, his thumb stroking her sensitive calf.

She looked away, flustered by the affection. "But I... I'm reading it for you."

The words left her mouth before she could consider them, and Emmrich stilled, something unspoken passing through his gaze. This beautiful, bright, compassionate young woman—even after that night in the Necropolis, even after she bared her soul—he still couldn't believe she wanted him.

And he wanted her. Carnally.

"Is that so?"

With one swift motion, he pulled her legs out from under her, guiding them around his waist. The force of it, harmless as it was, earned a startled gasp as Dahlia slid down into the cushions, the book tumbling from her grasp. Her glasses slipped up to her forehead, her vision blurring before she hastily adjusted them. When her sight cleared, her pulse thrummed in her pointed ears.

Emmrich was on top of her, one hand warm and firm against her thigh, the other bracing himself beside her. His face hovered only a hairsbreadth above hers, his hazel eyes heavy with desire.

"If you wish to know me better," he purred, his voice a shade lower, richer, "all you have to do is ask. I'll share my expertise with you for hours."

Dahlia swallowed, her blush deepening, but she soon gave him a daring smirk. "Anatomy," she challenged.

"Ah, my favourite subject," he grinned. "Though perhaps a bit redundant for an accomplished healer?"

His sharp wit, his effortless denial of her relief—it was enough to drive her mad.

"Maybe I'm testing you," she teased, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her, her defiance cracking under his relentless charm. "Y-your job is teaching. Mine is doing. And you know what they say—those who can't do, tea—"

His lips crashed into hers far too quickly, thrusting the air from her lungs. The kiss was deep, consuming, his tongue tracing along the seam of her lips before delving inside. He tasted her, savoured her, worshipped her with every slow, intoxicating stroke, coaxing a soft, muffled moan from her core.

"Mmph..."

She melted beneath him, her fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of his waistcoat, helpless and hungry. When he shuffled closer, pushing into her crux, she shivered, his heat setting every nerve ablaze with longing and desperation.

And he didn't stop.

Dahlia's toes curled, anticipation flooding her senses as his hand traced a slow path up her thigh—up places that made her squirm—before sliding to the back of her head. With the extra leverage, he pushed their lips harder together, the pressure teetering on the edge of pain. Yet, somehow, he knew exactly where to hold the point of ecstasy, as if he knew her body better than she did.

"Darling..." he rasped, parting from her only a moment before devouring her lips once more.

Time ceased to be, the world fading from memory as their mouths danced in a rhythm of wet, eager sucks and slurps, a symphony of need and devotion.

A guarantee of pleasure to come.

When Emmrich finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva following his lips, Dahlia was left breathless, her chest heaving in rapid succession. She didn't speak; she couldn't, but her eyes locked onto his—lidded, wanting, and silently begging for more.

He obliged, reaching for the hem of her trousers.

"I think you're ready," he whispered, his voice thick with promise, "to learn exactly what I can do."