#and both shows have the same comforting lack of warmth

[teeztruthers24]

in every lifetime, I would still choose this life with you

PAIRINGS: geto x gojo x reader (satosugu x reader)

WARNINGS: pregnancy (sorry if this icks you out...but for Geto and Gojo...i'll do this every time) + anxious thoughts + reader's water breaks at the end, hurt/comfort (idk why I can't write pure angst)

Reader is heavily implied as afab + is pregnant but other than that, there are no other defining features described

(this just made me wish satoru and suguru were real ... because they would be amazing husbands (sobs))

SUMMARY:

Heart pounding, oncoming headache, belly aching, anxiety raising; that's how Satoru and Suguru left you when you were at home and they were on missions.

Maybe a heart-to-heart conversation would help them realise you just needed your husbands to be safe out in the world - knowing when they were coming home, it wasn't just to you...but a very special little someone as well!

START:

The warmth of the early morning sun is what awoke you this morning, which is strange because usually, it’s your large man-child of a husband who wakes you up by peppering a bunch of silly kisses across your face and hair, making you giggle and push him away. If that didn’t wake you up, Satoru would then bring in the big guns – Suguru, who would kiss you whilst tickling you to silence your raucous laughter. 

What a wonderful way to start each morning. 

Except this morning, although the sun was warm on your face, your hands could only feel the cold sheets beneath them as you mindlessly searched for your husbands with your eyes closed. 

Irritated that you couldn’t find them in bed, you opened your eyes to find yourself in your empty bedroom. Silence. The silence was…quite well-welcomed considering Satoru always managed to fill the quiet. And the silence was even more appreciated considering in a few months, you and your husbands would soon wake up to the shrill cry of your newborn. 

But after getting out of bed and finishing washing up in your bathroom, you found the silence starting to become unsettling. Where was the sound of Satoru laughing at that terrible reality TV show he insists you all watch during movie night or the sound of Suguru in the kitchen making breakfast?

Feeling slightly unnerved, you walked out of your bedroom and found the living room also empty. You decide to head into the nursery, a room that, recently, has been a source of comfort when the thoughts of impending motherhood rendered you full of anxiety and worry for your future. 

Being a jujutsu sorcerer in a world like the one you and your husbands lived in was, for lack of a better word, incredibly distressing. Luckily, now that you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, you weren’t asked to go on missions (and therefore didn’t have to deal with those awful old higher-ups) but the same couldn’t be said for Satoru and Suguru. They were still asked to go on missions that you always considered dangerous due to the special grade curses you knew they would encounter. The same missions that would have your heart pounding from the moment they left home to when they entered through the front door again, and your stomach clenching with anxiety (although, as of late, you couldn’t distinguish if that was anxiety or your baby). 

Shaking your head as if to clear your thoughts, you walk into the nursery and find Satoru and Suguru…building the crib…that they were supposed to build three weeks ago. Biting back a smile you walked, or waddled rather, further into the room and cleared your throat, making your presence known. 

Satoru and Suguru’s hands paused in their work and they both slowly turned their head up to look at you with nervous smiles on their beautiful faces. They knew they were busted…they should’ve just listened when you asked them to build the crib the day they bought it. 

Letting go of the leg piece he was holding, Suguru stood up, wiped his hands and leaned down to give you a gentle hug. 

Rubbing his hand up and down your sore back, he whispered, “Good morning my love.” The adoring smile on his face when he looked at you could melt all the ice in the world. 

Trying to seem assertive in front of your husbands, you huffed in reply and turned your head to the side, choosing to look at the beautiful mural Shoko and Utahime painted (more Utahime than Shoko) on your baby’s nursery wall. Maybe ignoring Suguru’s greeting, as sweet as he was, would send your (dim) husbands that you finally caught them in their punishment of not listening to you. 

Instead, your act had the complete opposite effect on Suguru and Satoru, who looked at each other with a knowing smile and then turned to you with an endearing look in their eyes and wrapped you in the warmest, tightest (being mindful of your bump) hug that had you wanting to go back to sleep again. 

“Did you sleep well, sweetcheeks? Hope we didn’t wake you up with our noise…and if we did then it was all Suguru’s fault!” Satoru said cheerfully. 

Turning to face him, you pinched his cheeks and savoured his whining before replying, “The only reason I slept well was my two body pillows that did not move at all during the night…thank you. But I did not ,” you emphasise, “appreciate waking up all alone. The bed got cold,” you whined at the end, hoping your pouty lips would make your husbands feel bad about leaving you all alone in bed. 

“Oh my love we’re so sorry! We just wanted to let you sleep in and get to work on the crib…though…we had hoped it would be finished before you woke up,” Suguru said with a dejected tone. 

Almost immediately, you softened and grabbed their hands before stating, “It’s okay my loves. At least you’re working on it now, no? As long as it’s done before the baby comes, do not stress. Now, I am incredibly hungry…are you going to just stand here or go to the kitchen and make breakfast for the mother of your child,” you asked cheekily, brow raised in question.

Your boys leant down to peck your cheeks before scrambling to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Laughing softly to yourself, you followed them and leaned against the doorway, watching as your husbands clumsily moved around each other in your small kitchen. 

After watching them for some time, you voiced out if they needed any help and Satoru and Suguru shook their heads in disagreement so hard and fast you worried they would get whiplash. 

“No my dear, you just sit and rest your feet. Let us serve you food, okay love? Don’t you worry about a single thing,” Suguru walked towards you, arms opened, and moved you to sit on the comfy chair in the dining room. “We’ll be done soon and you focus on eating well love,” he said before placing a kiss on your forehead and bending down to kiss the soft swell of your belly. 

With a large smile on his gorgeous face, he left for the kitchen and all you could hear was the clinging of pans and the smell of delicious breakfast being made for you. 

Soon enough, out walked Satoru carrying your food and Suguru carrying a portion for him and Satoru to eat. Placing the food on the table in front of you, Satoru leaned over to kiss you, and you found yourself wanting to deepen the feeling of your lips against his plush soft ones. 

Hearing a soft clearing of the throat stopped the two of you, however, and you leaned back with a chuckle. Looking at Suguru, you took his hand in your right, Satoru’s in your left, and said cheerfully, “Let’s eat!” 

Luckily neither of your husbands had any missions so you all stayed at home and rested whilst they fixed the crib and checked off their to-do lists for the nursery.

Later that evening when you all were getting ready for bed, you in the bathroom and Satoru and Suguru already getting comfortable in bed, you could hear their conversation about their upcoming mission; special grade curses were released near an elementary school in Roppongi. Hearing what Satoru and Suguru were saying, you went rigid and panic took over you; this mission sounded incredibly dangerous…and of course it was sent by the higher-ups. 

You could hear the worry in Suguru’s voice when he told Satoru he wished they didn’t have to go because “I hate leaving our girl all alone… and pregnant. I mean, the useless old geezers at the top know that we have a kid on the way and they send us on these missions that send our darling spiralling waiting for us…” he broke off, biting his lip in distress. 

Before Satoru could calm him down, you walked out of the bathroom, eyes focused on the ground. Your husbands shot their heads to look at you and you didn’t have to express your concerns because your boys knew too well, judging from your hunched shoulders and hand caressing your belly, about the extreme anxiety coursing your veins. 

They knew all too well about your nightmares and restless sleep that was a result of overthinking about all the darkness you all faced in this world, sorcerer or not…and raising kids in this dangerous world seemed too frightening. 

They understood perfectly because they too had these same nightmares; missions were no longer an easy ‘get it done and go home’ job but rather involved a stomach-turning, panic-inducing state where the boys couldn’t stop imagining their soon-to-be baby as the victim of the curses. They couldn’t stop waking up startled, sweat dripping down their backs, at the thought of you defeating a curse yet never making it home to them and your baby. They worried more than they let on – because you were already stressed and who were they to add to your plate? They had to be strong…they are the strongest sorcerers in the world for a reason, right?

Seeing you so upset made their hearts ache, and they couldn’t have you so distressed before bed. Suguru reached a hand out, and when he found yours slipping into his hold, he helped you onto the bed and into his arms. Satoru gently pressed against your front, placing soft kisses across your belly. 

“I’m worried about your mission. I’m worried you…you won’t come back to me…” you whispered, lips trembling, eyes glistening with tears.

You heard a sharp intake before Suguru leaned down to whisper softly but loud enough for you all to hear, “Oh my love,” he grips you tighter, “Please don’t worry. This mission will be like every other mission okay? 

“Yeah, Suguru’s right doll! The mission can’t fail because we’re the strongest, remember?” Satoru asked, aiming the last part at Suguru with wide eyes, hoping Suguru would help him console you. 

Suguru nodded his head and agreed, “Exactly darling! We’re sorry we can’t do anything to stop you from panicking when we leave for missions, but you have to remember how much we love you, sweetheart. When we leave for those horrendous missions, the only thing keeping us going is knowing you’re waiting at home for us, and soon enough, we’ll be coming home to our lovely wife and our wonderful baby.” He paused to stroke your hair and press kisses into your hairline, before continuing, “It cannot get any better than that my darling.”

Your chest felt a little bit lighter, your breathing more mellowed out. 

“Once again, Suguru’s right sweetcheeks!” Satoru exclaimed. His hand raised to delicately stroke your cheek before basically engulfing your face with his much larger hand. His eyes softened and his voice lowered to an almost whisper, “I know it’s scary carrying a child and then raising them in this world that is dangerous for anyone who isn’t like us. But you’ve got us doll…you won’t have to ever worry about raising this baby,” he caressed your belly with a smile, “alone. You won’t ever have to worry about being the sole protector of our family, because my sweetcheeks, that’s what Suguru and I are here for. You have to remember my love, despite how scary this world is, the love you put out with all your heart will find its way back to you. In this case, it's our beautiful child you’re so strongly carrying.”

Your heart melted. Your husbands always managed to calm you down with their gentle touches and soft words, even Satoru, who strived to shower you and Suguru with physical affection of kisses and hugs and cuddles. 

“I thought I’d never say it love, but…Satoru’s right,” Suguru joked before Satoru interjected with a loud, “Hey!” Tender laughs erupted from the three of you and filled the room with happiness, clearing the murky misery in the room. 

You sniffled, and before you could reach over Satoru to your nightstand to grab a tissue, Satoru and Suguru blotted your tears off your face with their sleeve, their touch so soft you felt like wanting to cry all over again – though this time with a much clearer and lighter heart than before. 

You started scooting off the bed, ignoring Satoru and Suguru’s questioning gaze and moved to grab your hospital go-bag off the floor. Turning to face your husbands with a huge smile, you exclaimed with delight, “Thank you for that my loves, I truly needed to hear that. Now…get your asses off the bed and help me to the hospital – this baby is coming!” 

Suguru and Satoru shot off the bed and started fluttering around you nervously, yet excitedly. Before they could start their fluster of “What?” and “Oh lord dear why didn’t you say something sooner”, you said, “I didn’t want to interrupt you before, but my water broke in the bathroom before and my contractions are starting…we need to go to the hospital now!” 

Looking your husbands in their eyes, hoping to see any sign of apprehension, all you could see was adoration and eager anticipation to get you to the hospital and have this baby. Slowly, they held you and the bag as you all walked towards the car. 

Walking down the stairs, you turned to look at both your husbands, and smiled at them, getting back smiles that were larger than life and tears glistening in their eyes. Oh, how excited they were to see this baby; hold this baby; love this baby. Oh, how excited they were to love you even more than they already did (if that was even possible).

[anteroom-of-death]

To me the succession universe and the thick of it universe take place in the same one.

[shaisuki]

❝ WARPED ENDS. ❞

✞ FEATURING. BULLY! GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

▶ SERIES MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS. college au + heavy bullying + alcohol consumption + smut + dubious consent + humiliation + gojo and geto's pov + threats + abuse of power + not proofread + DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

NOTES. nothing eventful about this. only gojo and geto's pov and the next chapter is going to be serious for real. it might be a boring chapter to you. as always thank you for the endless support of this. a major timeskip will happen in the next chapter.

SYNOPSIS. they didn't know that would be the last time they will see you.

it's almost natural.

how your body melds against their own. filling the gaps and crevices and the comfort it brought to them. they can't help it. how your body provided warmth and the pleasure as it courses throughout their body. you were simply divine on your own. the clothing they bought for you was simply irresistible on you. they never tell you that but their actions told you.

the blue and white corset type top of they bought for you sealed the deal. flattering the shape of your body and just makes the swell of your stomach makes it more sexier than it was. the shopping trip was really the way to get you out of your boring clothes and access was made easier.

“twirl.” suguru order you to so and you spun your heel. turning around slowly for them to examine. “you look pretty for once.” geto smirks in approval. drinking in the sight of your plump figure in that top paired with that black skirt that rest in your mid-thigh showing that thick thighs squished together.

“don't be so fucking tense.” satoru's voice rumbles. annoyed by your shaking. it was the nerves. it wasn't the mocking kind of voice he uses to you instead it was harsh. chastising you for such rigid posture. “satoru, you can be so stern sometimes. go easy on (y/n). she's not used to this.” geto tuts at gojo's behavior. satoru rolled his eyes at him. “that's why she should start learning to be grateful.” shaking his head and he looks at you. shivering and cowering in the sound of his voice. it doesn't help that they were both staring at you like a piece of meat to be examined.

the duo stands up from they were seated. their tall stature towering over you and helpless you are when they surrounded you like this. “that's only for the good, baby. we're going to a party later and we need you to look best, okay?” suguru explains it to you and thus wiring your brain to believe it was only for the good. damn well you know they have the reputation to uphold. “maybe, we can help you to loosen up?” he added. “just trust us.” he says and his hands are holding to the exposed skin where your skirt doesn't cover it.

your lips are warm. smooth too as it brushes to his lips. there's also a hint of sweetness of it too. maybe that's the reason why he likes kissing you. groaning when you pull his hair as he kisses you. swirling his tongue in the expanse of your mouth while his friend kisses your other lips. he can't stop. how he can stop when you taste so good. air was being a problem too. although it frustrates him from the lack of air he needed to let go. both of you are softly panting. catching each other's breaths and gojo stares at your face. you got eyes that can rival his even it's the same as everyone else but when he say it is, it is. he stares at it. trying to find the answers you possibly hold in this life and maybe it's in there and his eyes went to your lips. the softest pair of lips he had kissed. it was like mochi. soft when you bite into it and before he could get lost to your eyes. he catches your lips again and he wishes that breathing isn't such a problem.

suguru let out a satisfied hum. your skirt are carefully bunched in your waist while his large hands holds your ass. your legs are hooked to his shoulders while he laps at your heat. flicking his tongue against your holds and sucking your cute, little bean that got you whining. muffled by his friend's mouth who got you silent. his hand possessively wrapped around your round stomach. your thighs trembled, it made him feel goddamn proud that you were so feeling good that you unconsciously grind to him. you say you don't like it but your body doesn't lie.

“ngh-mmm” geto hums as he hear you whine in the kiss. you're getting close so he sticks his finger into your dripping hole. sucking your clit while he pumps his finger to your cunt. obscene noises of your cunt squelching as he thrusts his fingers fueled him more to pump it faster until your thighs are too weak to support itself.

gojo breaks the kiss. swiping his lips with his tongue at the saliva both of you exchanged. “look, suguru. (y/n)-chan's cumming.” he said in astonishment. biting your lips as suguru push you into your release. the man below you bestowed only harsh sucks to your poor little clit. gojo laughing at your reaction before dipping to pepper your cheeks with kisses going down to your nape and to your neck. “haaa” you moan out as suguru brought you to your release. your juices gushing down and staining his mouth in which he laps up. not wasting a drop. he licks his lips and seductively licking his fingers clean. “now, it's our turn.”

eyes almost rolling in the back of their head. eyes closed as they came inside you. cocks throbbing as spurts after spurts of their cum are deeply spilled inside of your holes. satoru can't help but to curse. muttering fuck as your cunt squeezes his cock that is deeply nestled inside you and suguru bites your ear. you weren't doing good either. softly panting, sweat beading in your face from how good they have fucked you. almost limp in their hold and after the glow of their post orgasm. they carefully laid down their play toy.

suguru watches you scramble to grab the wet wipes you always have after they dumped their load inside you. running down in your thighs as their spent quickly dried upon being exposed in the cold air. he grabs the wipes from your hand and kneels in front of you. kissing your thighs first before gently wiping the stains of their cum. he wanted you to look presentable, after all you were going to a party. your first, not surprised anything from your lack of experience. people would not want to waste time to talk with you let alone invite you. you're only getting the ticket because of them.

he slowly pulls your skirt down. straightening the slight crumple of your skirt by flattening it between his fingers. he almost laughs seeing as your thighs quiver. you recover slow than the both of them. in his kneeled down position, he can see your stomach poking from that tight corset top. it really does suit you. he and satoru bought that top for you in a size smaller just to see the features you have that you are bothered it. see as you squirm and pull that tight fit clothing in your body so they just could reprimand you.

it's a damn well spent of a money. that he can't help but to say it aloud. your face turning into one of a bashful expression and he finds you so adorable and easy to play with. just say something good and you turn putty in them that it was getting difficult to let you go. satoru being the one who keeps insisting about you. yapping about you every time when you're not around. he keeps his hands holding your thighs together while satoru plays the bow in your top. enthralled by it like he was some sort of a cat. “suguru, can we have more with (y/n)-chan?” absentmindedly asking him about it. geto taps your thighs after he was in cleaning you up. suguru thinks about it but they're already running late even he still wants to. you're just damn irresistible in your new clothes. carefully chosen by them.

suguru chuckles. “idiot, we're already running late, after that we can.” satoru's expression changes into something of annoyed. what a spoiled brat. he thinks but the latter quickly agreed with him. “tch, party pooper.” he ignores the comment and moves his attention to you. he notices the look in your face. one that he knows that you're in a huge discomfort and everything bothers you. nervously chewing your bottom lip.

he grasp your jaw to look at him. “smile, this is your first real party. you're going to enjoy this.” you simply nod then his tone that is somewhat comforting changes into something more of commanding. “ditch us and you know what will happen.” he warns you cause simply you have the habit of being a stubborn bitch. known for defying orders from them and go later crying after being punished. then he simply smiles as he lets go of your jaw.

this is peak college. what really defines college is the parties. the loud music, the shouts of everybody who is simply having fun or simply getting wasted and mostly the pretty girls they can ogle at.

suguru and satoru both glances at you behind them. you look like you were going to run and cry and before you could do anything of what they were thinking. they pull you. shoving you inside with them and a smile instantly lit in their faces. they are what makes a party complete. they ignored you as the passes everybody who greeted them. girls who wants the time of their life and guys who either looks up on them or completely despises them. both grabbing their drinks and satoru caught a glimpse of that zen'in heir annoyingly coming to them.

fuck naoya zen'in. the damn guy was like a year younger than him and acts like they were equal since he insists on convincing them that they were on the same breeding and status alike. they were kings and everything is just plebians around them but satoru contradicts everything of it. his only equal was suguru and everyone else is nothing.

he made it clear and since then naoya started to hold animosity for him. well, he does. who could blame him. he's gojo satoru. he's blessed and could be god's divine creation.

“gojo you son of a bitch. you came.” naoya greeted him and although was gojo was putting a facade he did want nothing more than to wipe the smirk on naoya's face. he just greeted him the same. a way that he could pissed the damn guy.

“ah, zen'in. wouldn't miss this just i could wipe that smirk off your face.” he almost laugh as naoya's smile drops. already quipping a snarky remark until he notices you and satoru didn't like that one bit from how naoya was looking at you. naoya's demeanor turning into a flip upon laying eyes on you. a smirk on his lips. “you two in fat bitches now?” pointing at you with cup in his hands and he scoffs. “none of your business, zen'in.” shooting him a glare but thanks to the dark glasses he wore, naoya's oblivious to it. “then you two wouldn't mind me using her.” he suggested and before he can respond, he hears suguru clicking his tongue. annoyed and pissed and it was not like suguru to get worked up over this. “fuck off.” it was obvious from what suguru wants and naoya sensing the venom in geto's words, raises his hand in mock defeat and disappears in a place where they don't give a shit about.

he was just so angry that naoya could look at you the way they see you. out from anger and he sees you standing behind them. he can't stop the words coming out from his mouth. “you're an embarrassment.” he says without hesitation and he maybe did regret saying that to you after seeing you bite your lower lip and the quick blinking of your eyes that you were holding tears. adding to injury was satoru trying to calm him down. “hey, hey suguru.” gojo taps his shoulder. “let loose, don't naoya get to you.” his best friend assures him and glances down to you. his bright blue eyes peering to show you he was serious and then let the salt burn to your wound. “you're right.” he pauses for a bit with eyes cold staring at you. “find a seat, (y/n). you're embarrassing us now with you around.” he watches you slowly retreat to lick your own wounds.

fuck. he shouldn't have said that. naoya getting better to him and what the hell he is thinking. he couldn't give a damn about what you were feeling. he needed a drink and so then he left satoru and also keeping tabs in where you are. a good girl. you settle in the corner where wasted and just other students who were just to chill gathered.

this is a party and he was going to enjoy it. he quickly grabs a bottle then proceeds to talk with someone who didn't bother to remember their name. just get down to whatever nonsense he can ride on. this is better until his anger simmers down. a temporary distraction to what he really feels and satoru could fuck himself for now.

“satoru.” gojo was taking a swig of his drink when a girl approached him. calling his name like they were lovers but it was more like an ex-fling. never had a relationship with her. she was only a temporary fun. “ah, sar—ah, sayuri.” he almost curses at himself. sayuri playfully pouts at him and there it is, the batting of eyelashes. “that's mean, satoru. you already forgot me.” her lips puckers before placing a hand in his chest. if this was a another party of gojo and he really liked this girl. he briefly remembers her. sayuri — he had hots for her a long time ago.

he would have taken her upstairs but you were here. he caught you in the corner. you were like a child in awe at the people in this house. gojo almost chuckles at your cute antics but suppressed it and then a cruel idea pops in his mind. “missed me?” he asks sayuri and there was no answer needed as he crashes his lips to sayuri. his sight never leaving yours and when you caught him. he watch as your eyes widens, you lower your head in embarrassment before chugging that drink in your cup in one swig. he smirks in the kiss as he watches you wiped your tears away. he always liked making you cry.

did he kiss this chick just to see you get upset. yes, he did. your reactions are priceless and tonight you didn't disappoint. thanks to this sayuri girl. he pulls her more just to kiss her deeper out of gratitude.

this was starting to bore him and suguru dismisses himself. wanting to be in your presence again. he did promise himself to show you a good time cause this was your real party you were going to experience. he still finds you in the corner where you made yourself comfortable. instead of watching the crowd like you the wallflower you are. he finds you with your head hung low and your hands wiping the tears rolling down in your cheeks. you were used to their harsh words and you did cry in almost of them but never publicly. it was for their eyes only and seeing you in distress that you weren't ashamed to bawl your eyes out he finds the reason.

suguru is no stranger to finding satoru making out with some random girl cause he is too. whomever he finds interesting and good enough gets him, so is satoru. he taps his friend's back to gain his attention in which he successfully did. shoving the girl he was making out with earlier. “what suguru?” sometimes satoru was just simply annoying him with questions but he didn't have the strength to entertain his silly questions when there are more important matters and that is you leaving this party.

he points the door where you just left and satoru gets the message and so then they passed the crowd to follow.

it wasn't hard to find you with the students who was going in the same way with you and they were pissed that they had to get away from that crowd just to get you. you better prepare yourself they're not getting easy on you after this.

they easily catches up to you. their tall stature made it easier for them. gojo was the first one to grab you. pulling your arm harshly to stop you from your tracks and turning you around to face them. “we told you, you don't leave without us. do you really want to get punished, (y/n)-chan?” he asks you but it was weird. along with your tear stained face. you were emotionless like you were numb. something is definitely wrong and suguru knows that too but ignored it cause they were angry at you or rather disappointed.

you were really being stubborn tonight. suguru was about to help satoru to drag you but you sat in the ground. you were giving them a hard time and they were calling for both of them and not wanting to be seen in commotion with you. geto warned you. “we're going back to you later.” and they left you followed by the cheers of the everybody partying as the stars once joined them again.

they didn't know that is the last time they were going to see you again.

you disappeared that night and they left for tomorrow to give you a lesson but instead you were gone. they went to your classes. your dormitory and asked your roommate but they were clueless or where you could have gone. it continued for a week and then your dorm room was nothing. no signs of you as they cleared out. suguru searched for your whereabouts. nothing. they also went to go as far contacting your parents but also nothing. they could be lying which maybe the case but satoru finds out, they were not.

there's only a message of what happened to you. a message from shoko. their closest friend who was currently interning at a hospital not far from the university.

shoko: what have you done you idiots!?

and it was just like that.

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🍓Synastry Observations🔥

✨Many couples who get married or have a long relationship have connections between the moon and the sun. The moon represents emotional needs, feelings, home, security, closeness, shelter, feminine energy. The sun represents inspiration, childlike energy, falling in love, purpose, path and masculine energy. When these two planets are connected this created a very beautiful and open energy.

🍀Moon trine Mercury-they can express their emotional needs really beautifully and directly to a person. And they can always communicate their feelings no matter what. They always want some emotional conversation and clarification of things. Which is very good for relationships

💘When someone embody the energy of your 7th house, you will feel different with that person that with everyone else. So it does not mean that if a person's planets fall into your 7th house, that you will always find things in common with that person and that you will always like the person's energy. For example: 7th house in Aries and your partner's planets fall into your 7th house does not mean that you will like this energy as much because the planets can influence you too directly and the energy can be too aggressive. Let's say: you have in your 7th house Cancer and your partner has a chart ruler in the 4th house, which means that he will naturally emit such energy that you will feel safe, comfortable, and secure with him. And you will like his energy because he will give you the feeling that he cares for you and he will give you warmth. 7th house in Aries but your partner has 1st house planets. Which means that he will naturally act independently, appreciate himself, express his energy more openly and directly. And you will like this person's energy, because the person will give you something that you don't have. Sometimes it's good to have partners who have houses that you don't have because they help you with certain aspects of your life.

🍸In most cases, the 8th house can create confusion, anger, obsession, jealousy, lack of emotional attention, secrets. Especially when the moon falls in this house, it creates the feeling that your partner never satisfies you enough emotionally. Planets that are good for this house are jupiter big gain from marriage), mars ( good sex).

🩵Moon conj Pluto-emotions can be very strong and deep. Two people can feel great emotional attraction as well as physical attraction. In this connection, I noticed that the two people are constantly inclined towards each other. The relationship can be such that you have the feeling that you can never really leave. Also very transformational emotions.

🔥Venus-Mars aspects are usually aspects that have a strong attraction that manifests itself in the beginning. You find a person very beautiful and attractive. The aspect is strongly observed at the beginning of the relationship, but can later start to lose energy.

🦋Jupiter shows how your partner can make you happy, where the relationship is lucky and benefits from this relationship. It also shows how two people work in a marriage. What their marriage could be. I would say that Jupiter is an important indicator of how the relationship can progress. For example: Jupiter in 1st house- shows that your partner can make you happy by doing things for you. suggests that both partners may inspire each other to take risks, embrace new experiences, and achieve their goals.

Jupiter in 4th house - can be a strong indicator for a shared home. Two people can create a beautiful and cozy home. Especially since Jupiter is also the planet of growth, knowledge, learning and progress and at the same time travel. People can grow a lot through life together. No matter what, you always feel comfortable at home. It signifies a strong connection and a shared sense of belonging. This aspect fosters deep emotional bonds and a sense of comfort and support within the relationship. They may enjoy spending time together in domestic settings, finding joy in simple pleasures like cooking meals, decorating their space, or engaging in heartfelt conversations over a cozy evening. Both partners feel emotionally fulfilled and supported by each other's presence. There's an innate understanding of each other's needs and a willingness to provide unwavering support through life's ups and downs.

Jupiter in 2nd house- shows that you and your partner can earn a lot of money together or be successful together. You can create comfort together. They talk a lot about the feelings they have with each other. This partnership may bring financial stability, growth, and overall abundance to both parties involved. These two people are likely to bring out the best in each other and help each other achieve their goals.

🪐Saturn shows where the relationship is most karmic, stable and how Saturn can test this relationship and also where the partners have respect for each other. Saturn in the 7th house indicates the seriousness of the relationship, perhaps from the beginning a certain stability and commitment of the partner can be felt more. Saturn in the 5th house can create a more serious look when you start seeing a person, but it may not bring such great enthusiasm. Sometimes it can take away the joy. Saturn in 1st house can create the feeling that you can never open up to a person enough, or that you are always somewhat reserved in front of them.

🪻Moon in 10th house -The person can support you in your goals, career and give you great emotional support. Which in most cases is good for the house person, but the moon person can start to feel tired over time and feel that they are never emotionally noticed and their needs are not being met enough

🌸1st house synastry- is great if there are one of two planets in this house. But the stellium shows that the person sees only you, appearance, etc. in the foreground. It is not something that could lead to something more serious because there is too much focus on the person himself. The energy can be dramatic at the times. Sometimes too much self-centeredness can be felt from the other person or vice versa. But it is great position for venus because it shows passionate love and the person will always give you a lot of compliments. No matter how you look like, you will always look your best to the person. The first house is also good because the person sees part of your personality and your beauty. If there is no planets in the first house, this means that maybe person won't find you that attractive. Because the first house shows a part of your beauty ,appearance, your personality. It's also the house ruled by Mars. Which means that how you are attractive to somebody it shows only through the first house. Venus in 1st house shows greater attraction that the person feels towards you then venus- mars aspects.

💫2nd house synastry is good for the enjoyment and comfort you find with a person. Sun in 2nd house can show that the person focuses a lot on your comfort. The Sun person sees something valuable in the house person. This house represents comfort, music, food, movies, restaurants, cinemas where you can enjoy. Which means that from many angles, it can bring a lot of things.

🍃11th house venus in synastry -love can develop through friendship and shared interests. But partners can be too dependent on each other. Maybe they have a common company and things that bring them together, but the relationship maybe won't be in the foreground as much. My opinion is that you can have a great long lasting friendship with this person that never dies. 11 houses are the best for long-lasting friendships.

✨Mercury is an important indicator for communication. Therefore, if two people have good aspects with mercury and in a good position, it can create a very good relationship. People will always know how to communicate. And also you will find the best conversation and communication with someone who has the same mercury element that you have. For ex.: if you have water Mercury and the other person also have water Mercury. It means that they will feel exactly the way you feel things when you talking about things and how you express yourself and everything. You will find more comfort than with other signs.

☔️3rd house is the best house for communication and the daily life you have with the person. Short trips, supermarket, neighbors, friends. This house shows that you and your partner can do many different things together. From having long conversations to going to the cinema, shopping. You can do many things together during the day. For ex.: mars in this house means that conversations with you two become lively, thought-provoking, and filled with an infectious energy that keeps yours minds constantly engaged. You are always exploring new things and you are never bored. Venus in this house creates a pleasant and playful atmosphere, a person can feel safe. The house person appreciates your realness, and your warm and friendly tone. You make the house person happy. It feels natural to talk to each other. You both feel that it's easy to express yourselves to each other.

🍓Moon in 9th house - from my experience, the 9th house is a very beautiful house (because it represents growth, spirituality, something higher, travel, faith, marriage) so moon being in this house provides emotional support, ensuring the 9th house individual never feels alone in their quest for knowledge or during their spiritual journeys. Two people can stand by each other in difficult times. Marriage can be emotional. Their bond often revolves around a blend of emotional and intellectual activities. The emotional connection is undeniable. They can indeed be life partners if they harmoniously merge the Moon's need for emotional security and the 9th house's drive for freedom and exploration. Together, they chart a course that's both deep within and far beyond, making their relationship an expedition of the soul.

🦋12th house synastry - it can feel like a dream. You feel an energy that you may not have felt with any person before. They are emotions that come subconsciously. When you share this house with someone, you have the feeling that the person is always with you. This house represents energy more than anything else. This house is most in touch with energy that is long-term. The person goes deep into your subconscious. This can create a soul binding connection where the house person would feel like no one else can ever understand them the way the planet person can. The planet person may instinctively feel this pull or knowing that there is a softer more serene side of the house person that not everyone see's. It is the house of giving so it feels much stronger. It feels like this person can give you something that no one else can.

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[fumekara]

ALL THE THINGS I HAVE DONE (Final part)

SatoSugu x Gn reader 

Plot: Your relationship with the strongest sorcerers in Japan was falling apart after they yelled at you and broke your heart. 

n/a: English is not my first language, there will be a final part of this writing experiment, I am not very satisfied with how it came out. I know this is probably not the ending you were expecting. 

Tw: A lot of angst, fluff, comfort, mention of sex, polyamorous relationship, mention of the death of one's pet, the reader has a cat, in this version Geto is a sorcerer. 

If you are sensitive to mourning for your pets, do not interact with this fic. 

WC: 2K

Click here for part 1 part2

You woke up blinded by the sunlight filtering through your bedroom window. Your eyes were swollen and sore from crying the night before. You felt a lack at the side of your bed and realized that Satoru and Suguru were not with you. Still groggy from waking up, you sat up and turned your attention to the bedside table to your left to check what time it was. You noticed, however, a glass of water, a muffin and a note with a message written on it that you were sure were not there the night before. You take the note in your hand and immediately recognise Suguru's handwriting. 

We went out on an errand, we'll be back soon'.

Sighing, you brought the note to your face, as if trying to get something from it, like the warmth of the people who had cradled you and held you in their arms yesterday. 

You didn't know where they might have gone, but you wanted to be with them, wanting to understand at all costs what would become of you from now on. 

You had met the boys through Shoko, who was a close friend of yours in university days and had introduced you to her friends when you had all gone out together to celebrate your graduation. Although you were a bit shy at first and talked only to Shoko when you were sitting at a karaoke table, you managed to have a rather pleasant conversation with the two boys. 

As time went by, you became more and more friendly with each other and went out more and more often with Gojo and Geto, even when Shoko wasn't with you, you enjoyed their company, you liked the fact that Gojo and Geto were so different, but still managed to find their stability in being together. They soon grew fond of you and began to be more open with you, their trust in you had strengthened and they showed genuine happiness in being with you. As a result, you could not help but have feelings for them, which gradually grew as your friendship continued. 

You had become friends and remained friends even when Gojo and Geto got together. You knew it would happen sooner or later from the way they treated each other, plus you knew their history, since they had confided in you, during one of the evenings spent together watching movies, that they had been through a lot of bad times together. You were happy for them, really, but a part of you was unhappy that you could not be part of that unbreakable bond. 

At the time you were living together, after graduation you had decided to look for a flat in Tokyo to start your career, and since they had a spare room at home, they offered to put you up. 

You were sure you would only inconvenience the couple and didn't know what your life would be like knowing you were living under the same roof as them. You hadn't told anyone about your feelings for them, not even Shoko. They assured you that they would be happier to have you as a roommate and that you could never be a nuisance, since you were a close friend of theirs, and that they would never allow you to live in a dingy cheap flat until you finally settled down with your job. 

And so you did, you went to live with them and were relieved that they both agreed to let you take Nuko with you. Moreover, living with them was great from day one. When you got up in the morning, you would find Suguru in the kitchen preparing breakfast and greeting you with a 'Good morning love', showing you his beautiful smile as always. Gojo, who to tease you would put some items on the shelves and top shelves and then laugh when you got nervous with him because you couldn't reach them, and every time he would muss your hair with his hand when he returned it to you doing his usual cheeky grin. Sometimes you would fall asleep on the sofa with your legs tangled during movie nights, sometimes both of you and sometimes you would spend evenings sitting on the sofa late into the night talking about silly things, deep thoughts about the most existential questions or the doubts and fears that tormented you. 

Even when you managed to settle down in Tokyo and in your job you stayed living with them and they were fine with that.

Everything changed the day they asked you to become part of their relationship. They had both grown fond of you and, although at first you thought they had asked you in order to offer you a friendship with benefits, you realized that the more time passed, the more your triangular relationship turned into something absolutely wonderful. The months spent with them made you feel happy and fulfilled and you felt complete. 

But now what was left, what would become of you from now on?.

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At noon it began to rain and meanwhile you were preparing lunch while waiting for Satoru and Suguru to return. As you boiled the rice, you turned your head towards the bowl still full from the day before yesterday that lay in the corner of the kitchen floor and once belonged to Nuko. You sighed sadly and went back to work, deciding to chop some vegetables. 

Suddenly you heard the sound of keys turning the lock of the front door: they were back. 

"Hey, Y/N, where are you?" you heard Satoru call out to you. "I'm in the kitchen," you replied, continuing to cut. 

Hearing their footsteps heading towards the kitchen, you decided to turn around and not look back. "I'm making saffron rice for lunch," you said not knowing what to do in that situation. 

You turned your head slightly for a moment and then returned to what you were doing. You saw them on the threshold of the kitchen door, both slightly wet and Satoru was holding something in his hand, although you saw it in passing without realizing what it was. 

You could feel their gazes on you and you were sure they wanted to talk about what had happened in the last two days and that perhaps it would lead to you breaking up. 

"Y/N can you come here for a moment?" asked Satoru in an extremely quiet and gentle way. "I'm cutting Toru here," you replied, hoping that would be enough to avoid talking to them until you heard them approaching further. "Y/N, please look," Suguru added in the same tone.

You heaved a sigh surrendering to what now seemed inevitable and turned toward them. 

What you saw left you speechless. 

Satoru was holding what appeared to be a kitten only a few months old lying in the sorcerer's arms. Both men looked at you with an expression of regret. 

You stood for a moment confused by the scene before you. You tried with all your might to say something, but nothing sensible came out of your mouth except a series of quivering babble. "Come here," Suguru told you softly, extending his hand for you to come closer. 

You slowly approached them to get a better look, and Satoru gave you the kitten so you could hold it. You heard him meowing and that seemed to awaken you from your trance-like state, and staring at him better you saw that he had Nuko's gray fur. You were so astonished that you did not notice that both men's eyes had glazed over with tears at your reaction to their gift.

"I don't understand...," you said in a trembling voice, "why you...I...I don't...." Unable to finish the sentence, you looked up at them feeling the tears flow down your cheeks. 

At this point they hugged you and exactly like you let the tears flow.

"Y/N we are so sorry, for everything, I mean it, forgive us," Gojo said rubbing his forehead with yours as he sobbed undaunted like you had never seen from him. "We didn't mean to say those things to you, you didn't deserve it and we were so stupid to let us talk to you like that, sorry, please forgive us, sorry." You looked into his eyes before he planted a series of kisses on your face wet with your tears. 

Suguru took your face in his large hands so that you could see him face to face, and you saw him completely destroyed by the situation you had put yourselves in. "We love you Y/N," he said, "We really love you and we are sorry to have made you feel so long." . Before you could say anything, he softly kissed your lips, letting you both drift away from the intensity of the emotions you were feeling at that moment. He pulled away from you as if to get some air, before returning to kiss your face as Satoru had done. 

"We don't want to lose you Y/N, you are the most precious thing we have."

Satoru turned your head and kissed you at the corners of your lips as he wiped away your tears in an attempt to comfort you and then went back to talking. "I know this won't be enough to make us forgive each other, but know that we have talked about it and we both agree that we are both in love with you and don't want to lose you and that we will do everything to get your forgiveness and make you feel loved as you deserve. Even if it takes a lifetime, we will make sure that neither of us will come back to make you feel as bad as we do these days. We want to love you as we love you right now." 

"Don't feel obligated after this Y/N, but..." both of them left you some space "please forgive us for everything. Give us a chance to let you know how sorry we are."

You continued to cry as Suguru rubbed a hand on your back to make you calm down and Satoru took the kitten from your hands and then placed it on the ground so as not to overwhelm you. 

"You... that's why you went out this morning," you sniffed, "but how?" and leaned down to pet the kitten who purred at your attention.

"Mrs. Momaru had mentioned to us some time ago that her cat had had kittens, and we went to her to ask if there were any left," Satoru told you as they both snuggled with you. You knew Mrs. Momaru; she was your neighbor, an elderly lady with a heart of gold. 

"We're sorry about what happened to Nuko, we were hoping she could lift your spirits," Suguru told you uncertainly, "I know she won't be able to replace him, but...." 

"I love her," you interrupted him and turned toward them. Now that you had calmed down, you were ready to say how you felt, "I love you guys and I want to be with you, but it will take time before I can forgive you completely," you said and they took your hands gently. 

"We understand Y/N," Suguru whispered, kissing your hand. 

"We will make sure you never feel this way again, we promise," Satoru said, as they wrapped you again in a loving, desperate embrace and for the first time in a long time you felt at peace. 

It might have taken time to forgive them, but there was still hope between you. 

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[another-lost-mc]

Weather the Storm

When Satan gets angry, you have your own way of helping him blow off steam.

SATAN x afab!Reader 3.1k words | NSFW | Smut | Hurt/Comfort Content warnings: Dom/sub undertones, rough sex including marking/biting, jealousy and possessiveness, brief discussions of safeword usage and boundary limits.

Loving Satan is like being wrapped in the softest blanket on a cold winter’s day. His sweet words and gestures are like a soothing balm for your soul, and his whispers and promises against your skin warm you from the inside-out. 

The inevitable part of being with Satan is coping with his sin. His anger is a monstrous thing. He becomes a single-minded entity that delights in causing havoc and pain for others. It scared you when you first knew him. Sometimes it still does.

There are times when he desperately wants to hurt someone, to feel their bones crunch in his fist and to taste their blood on his tongue when he rips out their throat with his teeth. Satan doesn’t want to be that way all the time anymore. Not when he has family and friends to help keep him grounded. Not when he has you. 

Those that don’t know Satan very well might think you’ve tempered him a bit. He seems more relaxed, he’s happier, he’s less dangerous. What they don’t realize is that his anger is never gone, not completely. He tries so hard to keep it buried, but it’s an inevitability.

When, not if, the rage inside him bursts open like a dam, he tries to warn you before it’s too late.

School ended nearly four hours ago, and you’ve been stuck at RAD helping Lucifer and Barbatos in the student council chambers. Lucifer insisted the task was too important and it just couldn’t wait.

You had to excuse yourself so you could call Satan and let him know you weren’t going to make it for the date he had planned for you. He acknowledged your message with a single monotonous word and hung up.

You haven’t heard from him since. His silence is your warning to stay away.

By the time you get home, you’re irritable from everything going so wrong.

Maybe if you weren’t struggling with your own conflicting emotions that make your heart ache, you’d stop yourself from walking towards his room.

If you weren’t as frustrated and disappointed as he is, you’d stop yourself from knocking on Satan’s door when you know what to expect.

At least, you think you know what to expect.

He doesn’t answer, and it’s your final warning.

You let yourself inside and close the door behind you.

His room is dark, lacking the light and warmth of the lanterns and candles he likes to use when he reads. Without them, his room feels like a dungeon, cold and empty and hopeless.

You can navigate the stacks of books easily and you slowly walk towards the middle of his room. You haven’t seen a trace of Satan yet. You haven’t heard him yet either, but you know he’s here. He’s luring you into his trap, a tantalizing torture to show you that you shouldn’t have come, that it’s too late now. 

Behind you, there’s a faint metallic click of the lock on his door sliding into place.

He doesn’t use the lock to keep out would-be interrupters. The lock is meant to keep you in, to delay your escape should you try to run. It’s another reminder of your foolish choice to come here tonight.

His bed should be in front of you, just a few more steps and—

You freeze when you feel a hot breath on the back of your neck. 

You didn’t sense him approaching you, but now you feel him all around. You’re suffocated by his presence, like he’s a black hole determined to pull you down into the abyss with him.

His aura thrums with power the same way that air crackles with heat before a storm. The storm that rages inside him threatens to destroy you both.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is low and rough, gritty. The words are coarse with bitterness and disappointment. It’s not a warning, it’s a mockery. He’s a monster gloating to his prey, warning you that your foolish human emotions led you down this dark path.

Maybe it’s not too late?

“Satan—“ you plead quietly, your voice a hushed whisper is the eerie quiet of his room. The only thing you can hear louder than the rumbling growl in his chest is the sound of your own frantic heartbeat.

But he’s not going to be merciful tonight. When you try to turn around and face him, he grips your arms and holds you in place. You wince when his fingers dig uncomfortably into your skin.

“You had your chance,” he reminds you, and you can hear the sneer in his voice. “You made your choice.”

He shoves you forward and you grunt when you land on his bed. You manage to roll onto your back before the mattress dips under his weight. His knees bracket your hips and his hands fist the sheets above your shoulders, effectively trapping you in place.

The demon straddling your waist and baring his teeth above you is beautiful in his anger. You love him, and you know he loves you. He’s staring at you like you’re the most scrumptious morsel, and you know he likes to play with his food. 

You offer your body to him to use, a conduit to channel his rage into something a bit more pleasurable. Will he use his claws on you tonight, or his teeth? Will he murmur his praise for you against your ear while his fingers take you apart, or will he roar when his cock fills you so full that you’re left dripping after? You don’t know. 

He’s close enough so you can see your face reflected in the inky green-black of his eyes, and he bends even lower as his weight pushes you deeper into the mattress.

“Tell me your word,” he growls into your ear. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a demand - he knows how serious this is for both of you.

You swallow around the lump in your throat. “Whiskers.” His chest rumbles against yours, and he acknowledges your choice  by licking the shell of your ear and pulling at the lobe with his teeth.

Satan’s not the first lover you’ve had, but he’s the first one who insisted you needed a safeword if you were going to be intimate together. He was concerned about his anger issues putting you at risk when you’re most vulnerable. It’s for your protection, something that will draw him back from the ledge before he goes over.

You’ve never had to use your safeword with him before. But when Satan drags his teeth along your jaw and moves further down so he can sniff at your neck and lick over your pulse point, you wonder if that might change.

The warm puff of air on your neck when he exhales is the only warning you have before the tethers snap and he begins. 

It feels like you’re floating in space, teetering on the line between pleasure and pain. Satan shreds the clothes away from your body with his hands and his teeth, exposing inch after inch of skin for him to claim as his own. The sounds he makes are animalistic as he drags his lips across your body, sucking marks into your skin while he groans with primal satisfaction. 

Your own sighs and moans are quiet compared to his, but you don’t hide them - he wants to hear you. You keep your hands raised above your head and grip the blanket so you’re not tempted to touch him; that’s not what he wants, and he’ll restrain you if you try. You want to be good for him tonight and give him what he needs. You know your own needs will be satisfied later.

One of his hands curls around your shoulder and his nails are digging into your skin so he can hold you still beneath him. Your shirt is in tatters and his lips are latched onto one of your nipples, sucking the hardened bud between his teeth and biting with the slightest bit of pressure. His other hand slides down the valley between your breasts, dragging his nails across your skin so pink streaks mark the path of his greedy fingers.

You arch into his touch when he smooths his hand over the sensitive skin of your soft belly, and you jolt when he doesn’t hesitate, going under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. His fingers cup your soft mound possessively and then his fingers creep even lower–

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs when he lifts his head from your breast, but you freeze at the tone of his voice because something is wrong. 

He’s not praising your readiness for him - he’s furious, but you don’t know why.

Before you even realize what’s happening, he’s prying your legs wide apart so he can kneel between them. You raise your head but all you can see is a messy tuft of blonde hair. You hear a growl that’s so close to your skin it almost vibrates inside you. Your mind goes blank and a pained scream rips from your throat when he bites the soft, meaty flesh of your inner thigh.

He’s muttering to himself when he finally unhinges his jaw and he lets your leg fall back onto the mattress. You tilt your head back and blink rapidly, but you can’t stop the tears leaking from your eyes. You whimper when the painful throbbing makes your body twitch all over.

You don’t think you can move right now, but he doesn’t need you to. He tears your pants away so he has better access, and he grabs your hips and rolls you onto your belly. He drags you back and raises you to your knees, and the only thing holding you up are his hands keeping you where he wants you.

He doesn’t give you warning when he plunges his cock deep inside you and it leaves you gasping against the sheets. You tilt your head to the side and breathe while your body relaxes around him. The rough glide of his cock isn’t painful, but you can’t come like this - and he knows that. The angle’s not quite right and the pace is too fast; you anticipate having some difficulty walking when this is over.

“Does my brother try to seduce you with that silver tongue of his when he keeps you to himself all night?” The words are punctuated by his powerful thrusts. You don’t answer because you know he doesn’t really expect you to - he’s seething, venting his frustrations to you and exposing the cause of his anger tonight.

He’ll talk to you properly after this, and you’ll work it out together like you always do. Right now, he’s using every ounce of his strength to reclaim your body and your love for himself.

“I see the way he looks at you, but he can’t give you what you need,” he snarls over your shoulder. “You’re mine.” He buries his cock as deep as he can, and you choke on air when he fills you in the most perfectly agonizing way.

Tonight’s not the first time you’ve seen him rage with jealousy before, but he doesn’t usually bite you like that. You consider using your safeword because it feels like your thigh is on fire, and the rough movements of his cock splitting you open while his hips grind against you is starting to take its toll.

The word sits on the tip of your tongue, but you recognize the telltale signs that he’s close: his pace is faltering and the rhythm is sloppy, and the noises he makes are getting louder, breathier, and even more desperate.

You think you can bear a little more.

It only takes a few more greedy thrusts before he grunts from the force of his release and he whispers your name like a mantra. You gasp when he pulls out unexpectedly and he coats your folds and the tops of your thighs with his cum. It’s sticky and warm when it dribbles down the inside of your legs. He lets go of the bruising grip on your hips and you finally collapse onto the bed, exhaling shakily with relief.

When Satan slumps over onto the bed beside you, his demonic horns and tail have gone and his naked body glistens with sweat. His eyes are bright and clear now, and they’re shining with love and warmth and concern rather than the anger from before. He puts his hand between your bodies and you lace your fingers together.

He rolls on his side towards you and nuzzles his face against your shoulder. He peppers a few quick, soft kisses on whatever skin his lips can reach before he whispers an incantation that fills the dark room with light. Your eyes sting and you groan dramatically when you hide your face in the blanket.

He chuckles and leans forward to kiss your shoulder again. “I’m sorry, love, but I need to make sure you’re alright.”

His hands glide over the smooth skin of your back, pausing over lingering scratches or hints of bruising he left behind. You can feel his lips brush over the marks he made. He murmurs to himself and you know he’s making a list of potions or healing spells he thinks might help.

He nudges your side gently and helps you roll onto your back. You throw your arm over your eyes - the light is still too bright for your liking - and you hear his breath hitch. Most of his marks were left on the front of your body, but he seems surprised by his own enthusiasm. When his hand lingers on your leg, you know what he’s looking at.

“I don’t remember biting you this hard,” he says quietly while he inspects the mark gently with his fingertips. His voice is sad, and you lower your arm so you can meet his gaze. There’s regret lingering in his emerald eyes.

“It’s the only one that really hurts,” you tell him, kindly but honestly.

He gets up from the bed and looks for his clothes. There’s a healing potion in another room that he says will help heal your bite wound and dull the pain.

He picks up some of your clothes by accident - what’s left of them, anyway - and his mouth drops open in shock. “Oh, I think I owe you a new pair of pants.” He holds them up for you to see, and he sticks his fingers through the holes his teeth made in the fabric. You both laugh when he wiggles his fingers towards you.

“That pair was getting worn out anyway,” you say with a lazy grin. “All I ask is that the replacements you buy me have pockets.” 

“I’ll buy you whatever you want,” he promises. He tosses the ruined clothes aside and slips out the door to fetch the supplies he needs to treat your leg.

Only seconds after he’s left, a muffled buzzing noise on the floor distracts you from Satan’s absence. You lean over the edge of the bed while you look for your D.D.D., hissing at the pain when you accidentally put too much pressure on your leg. 

Lucifer: I don’t need the details, but do let me know whether or not you’re alright. I heard you earlier.

He must’ve been waiting for Satan to leave the room so he could check on you discreetly.

You: We’re both fine.

You: But you owe him an apology tomorrow.

Lucifer: Very well.

You drop your phone back on the floor, and Satan returns a few minutes later with a bundle under his arm. He hands you a potion to drink and a bottle of water. He even brought your private stash of human world painkillers, though he’s not convinced they’re very helpful. Within minutes, the ache in your leg is barely noticeable and he assures you there should only be a small bruise left by morning.

He sits on the edge of the bed and starts washing you with a warm, damp towel. His touches are gentle and he takes his time. By the time he’s finished wiping away the mix of slick and cum that stained your folds and thighs, you’re sleepy and in desperate need of cuddles. He must feel the same because he dims the lights and crawls onto the bed to rejoin you.

“You didn’t come tonight,” he mentions off-handedly. He rests his head on your chest so you can play with his hair. Your legs are tangled together, and every once in a while his arms around your chest hug you just a bit tighter.

Even though you’re not usually in the mood for more once he’s done, he always makes sure that he’s not leaving you wanting. “I’d rather stay like this right now. Surprise me with something sweet tomorrow.”

You’re both too tired and emotionally drained to have a longer conversation about what happened. For now, you do tell him that you’re sorry you had to cancel plans with him and you’d like to make it up to him later. He apologizes for the disappointment and jealousy that set him off and caused tonight's outburst.

“I nearly used the safeword,” you admit quietly after a few minutes of silence. He tilts his head up so he can see your expression more clearly.

“The bite?” he guesses knowingly. Your pants are what probably kept him from drawing blood, but he startled himself with the viciousness of it.

“It was tolerable at first but it hurt more the longer it went on.” You smile and brush his hair back. “I know you weren’t trying to hurt me on purpose.”

He sighs quietly and doesn’t speak for a moment. “No, even during the worst of it, I never want to hurt you that badly. In the haze of it all, it’s easy to underestimate the power I use but I try not to get carried away.” He squeezes you tightly. “I love you. Please stop me if I do something like that again. I don’t want you to suffer with that sort of pain.”

After a few minutes of whispered conversation and featherlight kisses, you nudge him off you and roll onto your side. He clings to your back and puts his arm around you so he can hold you close and nuzzle into your neck.

“Maybe we should get you a mouth guard?” you ask him with a hint of amusement, stifling a yawn as you close your eyes.

“I’ll add it to the list along with your new pants,” he quips, chuckling into your hair. You don’t respond, but he smiles when he hears you snore not long after.

He lays awake and holds you close, pressing his ear to your back so he can listen to your heartbeat until he falls asleep.

➤➤ Obey Me! Masterlist

[ripdragonbeans]

Love In The Darkest Of Places // modern!Aemond x Reader

Chapter 5: Mistakes Were Made

Summary: You react badly after your kiss with Aemond and end up hurting yourself and him in the process. Was it all a mistake?

Warnings: hurt/comfort (lack of comfort really)

A/N: @exitpursuedbyavulcan is literally the best beta ever that is all

Chapter 4 // Chapter 6

Your eyes shot open and you pushed yourself away. Panic threatened to consume you but you took deep breaths to keep it at bay. Looking at Aemond, you saw the disbelief and hurt in his eye.

“No, no, no,” you said as you made your way back to him. “Fuck, I mean. Oh, gods, what did we do?”

Aemond reached for your hand but you pulled away. “Is it really so bad?” He asked you.

“Yes!” You cried. “I mean no - I mean I don't know, Aemond.” You put your head in your hands.

You felt the bed shift and gone was Aemond’s weight. Looking up you saw him at his dresser, hands on top of it. He looked at you using the mirror. There were the beginning of tears in his good eye.

“We're still together forever no matter what, okay? I just - ugh - I don't know what to do, Aemond!”

He turned to you, practically begging. “Let's give this a shot, us a shot. Please.”

“But what if we fall apart?” You walked up to him and tentatively took his hands in yours.

“And what if we don't?” He countered.

Your bottom lip trembled. Take the jump. Take the risk. That's what your heart was telling you.

“No,” you gasped. “I can't, I'm so sorry.” You let go of his hands and ran out of his dorm room.

When you closed the door Aemond opened it again, determined to follow you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. “Why are you so scared?”

“I don't want to hurt you!” you cried. Tears were in your eyes.

“You're hurting me now by leaving me.” A single tear rolled down.

“And I'm so sorry, Aemond. Truly.” You inhaled and gave him one last hug. You didn’t want to let him go. Not anymore. Yet, you still said, “I think I need to go back to Helaena’s.”

His jaw clenched when you mentioned leaving him again. “Fine.” He let go of you and turned to go back into his dorm.

“Aemond, wait!” You reached out for him, but he closed the door.

You slammed both of your hands on the door and pressed your forehead against it. The door was cold against you; a stark contrast to the warmth you were feeling only minutes ago. In your mind’s eye, you imagined Aemond on the other side of the door, also pressing his forehead against it.

“I'm so sorry,” you whispered.

Instead of calling an Uber to give you a ride home, you dialed Helaena’s number. It was becoming a chilly, brisk night, but you didn't mind. It made it so you were still feeling something since, right now, you were terribly numb.

“Helaena, I fucked up bad,” you said into the phone.

“Don't worry, I'm on my way.” A pause. “Want to tell me all what happened or do you want to wait?”

“I'd rather wait until we're back at the house, honestly.”

“Okay. Well I'm about to start driving. Call me if you need anything else. I should be there in about ten minutes.”

“Okay.” You hung up the phone.

What started off as a great night had turned into a disaster. You took the plunge and kissed Aemond, but at what cost? Your deep-rooted fear of hurting him came true and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Now, though, you may have thrown it all away by running away from him. All that love, gone.

Not gone, buried.

There will always be love between you and Aemond but now there was resentment there. When and if Aemond would forgive you was up to him; up to the gods now.

Taking in the evening around you, you wondered if anyone else was going through the same thing as you. Falling in love with your best friend was not what you had planned. When you fell in love with him, it was little by little but then all at once. It happened when you were so young; you've loved him all your life. The sun was setting and the sky had turned a dark blue purple. You could see the outline of the moon beginning to show and stars slowly began to dot the night sky. All you could do was look up and watch it all. You feared that if you looked anywhere else but the sky, you would see him.

Soon enough, you saw a cute baby blue Volkswagen Beetle make its way to you. You smiled, knowing Helaena was in the car and that you’d have someone to talk to. Granted, you were worried about how she’d react but nothing would be as bad as breaking Aemond’s heart. When Helaena pulled up, you got in the passenger’s side.

When you slid in, you couldn’t hold it. “I kissed Aemond!”

“You WHAT?” Helaena snapped her head to you. “Oh, my gods, I’m so happy for you! Wait, why are you here? Why aren’t you with him? What happened?” She rattled off questions.

“I don’t want to get into all of it now, but I promise I’ll tell you everything when we get home.” You took a deep breath. “Can we get some ice cream first? It’s going to be an ice cream and cry kind of night.”

“Of course, babe.” Helaena gave you a small smile.

After a quick detour to get your hands on some ice cream, you went back to the house. Hands full of ice cream sundae ingredients, you and Helaena walked into the kitchen. In the car, the two of you decided to make your sundaes first before delving into what happened earlier tonight.

“So, you kissed him?” asked Helaena between bites of her ice cream. She was plopped down on one side of the couch and you were on the other.

“It was a mutual thing? We both leaned in and…kissed.” You blushed just thinking about it.

“Was it good?” Helaena’s eyes went big.

“Gods, it was perfect,” you sighed.

Helaena threw a napkin at you. “Then why did you leave him!?”

“Because I -”

“Because you got scared,” Helaena finished your sentence for you. “I know.”

You dipped your head down and stared at your ice cream.

“It’s okay to be scared, but you have to go through with what you want to do. You either have to go all in with Aemond or…”

“Or?”

“You might have to let him go in order to keep both of you safe. I know you don’t want to hear it but waiting for you has taken a toll on him. And running away after you two have kissed? It’s like a dagger to the heart.”

You refused to look up at Helaena.

Putting her bowl of ice cream to the side, Helaena scooted over to you. “It's going to be okay. Maybe the two of you need to take a breather from each other?”

“I've tried doing that but it hurts too much to be away from him,” you told her before putting your face in your hands.

Helaena sighed. “As much as I want you two to be together, I think I’m going to encourage you to take a break, especially after this kiss.”

“So I’m just supposed to ghost him?”

“No, don’t ghost him. Maybe talk to him?”

You nodded. “Okay. Maybe just a heart-to-heart talk, yeah?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

After finishing up your ice cream sundaes in silence, you and Helaena bid each other goodnight and went to your separate rooms. Guilt flooded your heart. You wanted that kiss, yet you acted as though it repulsed you. It was your head and heart at war with each other.

Changing out of your clothes, you switched to your pajamas. Taking off your day clothes and moving to new clothes helped your mind reset. It was like taking off the bad decisions of the day. Not that the kiss was a bad decision. No, it was the running away part that was the bad decision. Groaning as you flopped into bed, you lay there for a while, going through all that happened today. Eventually, you picked up your phone and pulled up Aemond’s number. This wasn’t something that you could text about, so you called him.

The phone rang and rang and rang until it led you to voicemail. It was getting a little late, so you assumed that Aemond was asleep by now.

The person you are trying to reach ‘Aemond Targaryen’ is not available now. Please leave a message at the end of the tone.

You rolled your eyes at the voicemail. Of course, Aemond would pick the most basic one. It made you smile a bit but then you remembered what you were doing.

“Hey, Aems,” you said into the phone. “I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. Me ducking out, I mean. Not the kiss. I shouldn’t have run away like that.” You paused. “Can we meet up to talk sometime? It’s up to you when. I want to fix this. Together forever?”

And with that you hung up.

When classes came around on Monday, the two of you decided to have lunch together. The cafeteria wasn't as busy as usual. With finals coming so soon, everyone was in the library hunkering down with their studying. You and Aemond were usually among them but decided to eat in the cafeteria where you could also talk.

Sitting in your usual spot by the windows, you ate in silence. Both of you were unsure of where or how to start. The air could barely be sliced by a knife. All the unsaid words hung around you, daring to fall and crash down.

“I don't regret the kiss,” you whispered. You refused to look up from your food. At this point, you've stopped eating due to the churning of nerves in your stomach. You felt like you were going to throw up.

Aemond looked at you. “Then why did you run?” His eye patch was stark against silver blond hair but his violet eye stood out more. He had always been striking to look at. His defenses were up, something that wasn't common with you. With his jaw tense and his hands flexing at the table, he was ready to hear the worst.

You hated that you made him like this. It was your fault that he was feeling the way he was right now. You could see every twitch, every flinch, every recoil. He was already distancing himself from you.

“I panicked,” you said plain and simply. “It's not an excuse for what I did but it's an explanation. It's a reason I've been using for years and it's not fair for you and I'm sorry, Aemond. I really am.”

“You're right. It's not,” Aemond agreed.

Eyes widening, you didn't expect him to agree with you but you knew it was what you deserved.

“That being said,” you took a breath, “I think we need to take a break from each other.”

Shock and sadness crossed Aemond’s face but he quickly schooled it to an unfeeling, uncaring look. “Fine,” he said with his jaw clenched.

“Aemond, I hate doing this. It hurts me just as much as it hurts you but this is for the best,” you pleaded. Although now you didn't know if it was for yourself or for him.

“I'm sure it does hurt you. Almost as much as someone leaving you after a kiss. Not just once but twice.”

“Twice?” You were hesitant to ask.

Aemond laughed mirthlessly. “You forgot. I kissed you after we made up after the double date. It was the first time you told me we couldn't be together.”

Your heart dropped. “Oh, gods, Aemond, I -”

“I know. You're sorry.” He sighed. “I need to go. I'll see you around.”

As he got up, you reached for his hand to stop him but he shrugged you off.

“And don't say it. I know you will. But right now we're not together forever,” Aemond said. His voice was tight. When he turned around to leave he didn't look back.

You wanted to call him back, to take back what you said but you knew it was for the best. You needed to take a step back to reevaluate your feelings. But…you loved him. You knew it in your heart.

“Why do I have to be so damn scared?” You muttered under your breath. Tears stung in the corners of your eyes and threatened to spill. Staring at your food, you pushed it around with your fork, appetite completely lost.

With every second, you felt more and more like you were suffocating. Your throat tightened and your stomach felt like it was bottoming out. Shoving away your food, you buried your face in your hands and let the tears flow. You covered your sapphire necklace with a hand. You'd never be taking it off now.

Whatever relationship you had with Aemond was not fractured, possibly beyond repair. But you'd hold onto him. Always.

As the days went by, you only felt your heart become more and more hollow. You were missing something. No, not something. Someone. You were missing Aemond and you couldn't do anything about it. Every time you crossed paths he would divert his direction away from you. He never responded to any of your calls or texts. Aemond has shut you out completely.

And you deserved it.

For years you played with Aemond's feelings; unknowingly, of course. You had him wait and wait and wait for you to put away your fears and be with him but you just couldn't do it. Instead, you've kissed twice and run away both times. More than likely, he felt used. Hell, you feel like you have used him.

You played with his heart and this was the result.

Sitting on your bed, you stared at your texts with Aemond. All of them were unanswered. You've tried to apologize multiple times but he wouldn't hear it. For all you knew, he could have found someone else. Your heart hurt, everything hurts. You could even feel it in your bones and whenever you moved. Sleeping was the only thing that you enjoyed now. Food didn't even appeal to you much anymore.

Helaena’s voice danced into the room. “Hey, wanna talk about it?”

You continued to stare at your phone, totally numb. “I'm empty, Hel. Totally empty. I never should have told him we needed to take a break.”

“Well, what are you thinking now that you're on a break?”

You felt a dip in the mattress as Helaena sat down next to you. Still, you didn't look up. Now, you were scrolling through old pictures.

“I'm thinking I love him and that whenever I see him I need to take back everything I ever said about us being apart. I've never fucked up so badly.” You finally turned to her. “Why did I listen to you?” Tears were in your eyes.

“You listened to me because you knew if you didn't push him away you would still be dancing around him. And I'm sorry, but I was tired of seeing my brother hurt as well. I know you never meant to hurt him, but you did. Now you're both hurting and you both know that you need each other.”

“Hel, he won't reply to me at all. He actively avoids me. He even changed seats in the classes we share so I wouldn't be in his line of sight. Hel, he fucking hates me.”

She put an arm around you and pulled you close. “You know that's not true. He's hurting as much as you are and he's dealing with it his own way. Give him time and I'm sure he'll come back to you.”

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Still, Aemond has not reached out to you. Both of you were set to graduate in the spring. At some point in the middle of the year Aemond moved out of his dorm and into his own apartment. Of course, you didn’t hear this from him. Instead, you found out through rumors that Aemond started seeing one of your professors, Professor Alys Rivers at said apartment.

You've seen her around. Perfectly stunning in every way. She had shiny black hair that flowed behind her when she walked. High heels clicked on the floor wherever she went, giving her even more height than she already has. Nails and lips were always painted red. She was sexy and beautiful in every way, and you loathed her. If the rumors were true, you would never have Aemond back.

When you first heard of the rumors, your stomach dropped instantly. You choked on the tears that were about to come out and you ran home immediately.

“Helaena!” You called out when you entered the apartment. “Gods, it can't be true!”

“Can't what be true?” She called from the bathroom. Helaena poked her head out, her hair wrapped in a towel.

Your voice wavered. “The rumors. People are saying Aemond is seeing Professor Alys Rivers. That she’s the reason that he got an apartment.”

“First off,” Helaena started, “that’s bullshit. He decided he wanted to live out on his own and not in a dorm anymore. He never gave me details why but that’s it. Second, if he’s seeing her he’s being stupid.” She popped back into the bathroom for a few moments, then popped back out. “He’s panicking, I’m sure. He’ll be back.”

“Hel, it’s been months. He’s been avoiding me for fucking months. I can’t do anything to get to him!” You rested your head against a wall and hit it a few times.

“You could always try going to his apartment. It would be a bold move but it would get his attention,” Helaena suggested.

“Gods, you’re starting to sound like Aegon,” you groaned.

Helaena shrugged. “I’m just trying to offer you ideas.”

Tapping your fingers against the wall, you closed your eyes and thought about it all. All the heartbreak, all the feelings, all the love. It was time, you decided. “I’m going to do it.”

“You’re gonna tell him?”

“Yes. I’m done hiding.”

Helaena smiled. “Hell yeah, you are. I’ll drop you off at his place and you can go from there.”

You stopped in your tracks. “You know where he lives? And you never told me?”

“I love you, you know I do. But I’m a sister as well as a friend. He asked me not to tell you. But I’m throwing that out the window for this.”

Narrowing your eyes at your friend, you hesitantly nodded. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Helaena squealed. “You can do it! Now, go get dressed up in something cute, and we’ll head out.”

All but running to your room, you closed the door behind you and started digging through your clothes. Cute but practical. Outfit after outfit, nothing seemed to work. In the end, you opted for a white shirt under a flannel jacket with black jeans. You admired yourself in the mirror, building up your confidence to do what needed to be done. It was then that you noticed your neck was bare. Quickly moving to your dresser, you carefully picked up your sapphire necklace and put it on. Now your outfit was complete.

The drive to Aemond’s new apartment was quiet. You were nervous and Helaena seemed to know that. She didn’t urge you into any conversation. Helaena simply drove the car. After fifteen minutes of driving, a fancy apartment complex loomed overhead.

“That’s where he is. It’s some fancy indoor apartment complex. I guess he delved into the family money a bit to get in there,” Helaena said.

You gulped. If he decided to step into the family money he so often refused, something must have happened to him.

“He’s not hurt is he? Like physically, he’s okay? There’s been no accident or anything?” You couldn’t stop the words from spewing out of your mouth.

“Not that I know of. I’m sure he’s fine,” Helaena replied.

Pulling up to the gated apartments, Helaena entered the number G16-2460#. “That’s his apartment number, by the way,” she said after she entered it. “Floor G, number sixteen.”

You nodded in response, not really knowing what else to say. It was almost time.

Helaena drove a bit more before turning into an open parking spot. “He’s up the stairs on the seventh floor. Good luck, babe.”

You pulled Helaena into a quick hug. “Thank you for everything.”

This was it. You were going to do it. You were going to tell him how you felt. After everything that has happened between you two. There was no one else for you. Just Aemond.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you made your way to his apartment. Despite him being on the seventh floor, you decided to give yourself some time to think and opted to take the stairs.

The stairwell was empty. Well lit, thank goodness, but cold nonetheless. At first you thought it was empty, but there was some soft moaning.

It was a stairwell; noises echoed. Did people really not know that? Rolling your eyes and expecting the worst, you continued your way up the flights of stairs. You had hoped the noises would have gone away with the sound of a door but if anything they became louder. Heavy breathing was easily heard at this point.

After one last flight up, you knew they were right on the seventh floor door. Exactly where you needed to be. “Hey, I’m not sure if you know this, but these -” You started your little annoyed speech towards the couple. “Aemond?”

It was Aemond who was pushed against a wall, making out with someone. Your heart broke just a tiny bit.

The woman pulled herself off of him and straightened her blouse. She had long raven hair and blood red lipstick. “I guess now is my cue to leave. I’ll see you later, babe.” She winked and went through the stairwell door before anyone could say otherwise.

When you made eye contact with Aemond, your eyes immediately watered. You turned away and tried to run but he caught your hand.

“No, you don’t understand, please,” Aemond tried to tell you.

“What I do not understand is why you were making out with your -” Aemond’s hand came up to cover your mouth.

“You can’t say that. She’ll get in trouble.” He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

“As if her being here making out with you won’t?”

“Let me explain, please. I really like her.”

You shuffled your feet to hide your breaking heart. “Do you love her?”

“I…” Aemond faltered.

“Never mind.” You pulled on a brave face and put your feelings behind you. Taking his hand gently, you told him, “Let’s go up so you can tell me everything, okay? I’ve missed you. Together forever through everything, right?

Aemond looked at you with what looked like gratitude in his eye. “Yeah.”

[lila-lou]

✨High School Sweetheart - Pt 5✨

Summary: You come face-to-face with a ghost from your past—Dean Winchester. Five years after he vanished from your life without a word, and now he´s here. But neither you nor he are teenagers anymore.

-Listen to "Chance with you"-

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, FLUFF

Word Count: 8668

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

After taking a steadying breath, you finally emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in a soft, simple dress that hugged you in all the right places, its fabric falling gently around your frame. You grabbed your coat from the nearby chair, slipping your arms into it as you glanced up, only to catch Dean’s gaze fixed on you, an unmistakable look of admiration in his eyes.

His gaze lingered, traveling from the curve of your shoulders down to the hem of your dress, taking in every detail. The intensity in his eyes made your cheeks warm, and you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach as he took a step closer, his gaze softening but never wavering.

“You look… amazing”, he murmured, his voice low, as if he was almost speaking to himself. He reached up, his fingers lightly brushing your shoulder, his touch warm and grounding.

You offered a shy smile, feeling both flattered and slightly flustered under his attention. “Thanks”, you replied softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Guess I didn’t really want to show up to a milkshake date in sweats, you know?”.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t have mattered. Still would’ve looked at you the same”, His tone was sincere, that familiar warmth in his gaze that made it clear he wasn’t just talking about the dress.

You both stood there, the silence stretching between you, filled with an unspoken promise. For a moment, it felt like the years between you had fallen away, and you were back in those high school days, sneaking glances, feeling that exhilarating blend of nervousness and excitement.

With a soft sigh, he pulled his eyes away and gave a little nod toward the door. “Shall we?”.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you grabbed your keys, feeling his hand on the small of your back as he guided you out, his touch both familiar and thrilling.

It didn’t take Dean long at all—maybe half an hour tops, and you were already caught up in his charm, laughing at his stories, blushing every time he shot you that mischievous grin. Sitting across from him, you sipped your milkshake, feeling that undeniable pull all over again, that same thrilling spark you hadn’t felt in years.

As the laughter finally began to fade, you leaned back, settling into a comfortable silence as you watched him, studying the familiar lines of his face, the glint in his eyes that hadn’t dimmed one bit over the years. There was a moment of hesitation, a question that had lingered in the back of your mind for as long as you’d known him. You bit your lip before finally voicing it.

“Will you ever tell me what you really do?”, you asked softly, your eyes searching his face, hoping for an answer that went beyond the surface.

Dean’s smile faltered for a second, and you saw the faintest flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He shifted in his seat, glancing down at his hands, the playful confidence slipping away just a little. He took a deep breath, and when he looked back up at you, his expression was softer, almost vulnerable.

“It’s… complicated”, he said slowly, as if trying to find the right words. “I mean, it’s not exactly a nine-to-five, you know?”. He chuckled softly, though it lacked the usual warmth, a hint of something darker slipping through.

You held his gaze, undeterred, sensing that he was weighing whether or not to finally let you in. “Dean, I know you’re not just some mechanic or… whatever it is you say you are. I don’t need all the details, I just… I just want to understand”.

He looked at you, his jaw tightening slightly as he ran a hand over his face, seeming to wrestle with something inside. Finally, he sighed, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table as he looked down for a long moment before speaking.

“Alright”, he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “What I do… it’s not exactly normal. Not something people just talk about”. He paused, meeting your gaze, his eyes carrying a weight you’d only glimpsed before. “It’s dangerous. Messy. But it’s important. I… help people, in ways most don’t understand. I… keep them safe”.

“Like that guy in "Taken"? Some special agent stuff?”, you asked, half-joking but genuinely curious. A flicker of a smile crossed Dean’s face as he leaned back, clearly amused by your comparison.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as if embarrassed. “Yeah, something like that”, he said, though his tone was softer, a little distant. “But trust me, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds in the movies”.

You tilted your head, trying to read the deeper meaning behind his words. “So, you’re… what, traveling around saving people?”.

Dean’s expression grew serious, and he nodded, though his eyes held a heaviness. “Pretty much. It’s, uh… not the kind of job you can just walk away from, you know? Always more people who need help, things that need dealing with”.

You watched him, a mix of admiration and concern welling up inside you. “That’s why you never stayed, isn’t it?”, you asked quietly, the pieces finally clicking into place.

Dean nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the table. “Yeah. This life, it doesn’t leave much room for normal. I never wanted to drag you into that. Didn’t think it was fair”.

There was a vulnerability in his voice that hit you deeply, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Instead, you reached across the table, resting your hand on his. “Dean”, you murmured, waiting for him to look up.

Dean let out a sigh, his gaze still focused on the table as he gathered his thoughts. He knew exactly what you were about to say, the kind of understanding you were offering, but he shook his head slightly. “Believe me”, he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of years he’d spent on the road, “you don’t want to keep up with that kind of life. It… it changes you. Changes how you see the world”.

You rolled your eyes lightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “So, what—you’re telling me I should have said "Ghostbusters" instead of "Taken"?”.

Dean’s head shot up, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. The slight smirk that followed couldn’t hide the look of quiet awe at your quick insight, and he studied you for a moment, as if seeing you in a new light.

“Ghostbusters, huh?”, he replied, trying to keep his tone casual but unable to mask the respect that crept into his expression. “Didn’t think you’d get that close to the truth”.

You leaned forward, your eyes meeting his with a quiet intensity. “You know, no one’s ever really asked me if I believe in ghosts, Dean”, you said softly, the words hanging in the air between you. The way you said it, the gentle reminder, tugged at a memory buried deep in his mind.

Dean’s eyes softened, a flicker of something vulnerable passing through them as he recalled that night. He’d been hesitant then, not wanting to scare you with the reality of his world, but he’d still let his guard down enough to ask. It had been a moment he hadn’t forgotten, a glimpse into something he’d never felt with anyone else.

“Yeah”, he murmured, his voice low. “I remember”.

A hint of a smile played at the corners of your lips. “I thought you were just messing with me, you know”, you admitted. “Like it was some line to keep me intrigued or something”.

Dean let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe part of me was, but… the other part wanted to know what you’d say. If you’d think I was crazy”.

You shook your head, your gaze warm. “I don’t think you’re crazy, Dean. I never did”.

There was a silence that settled between you both, a space filled with unspoken words and the lingering connection that neither time nor distance had erased. You could feel that this moment was different—that, for the first time, he wasn’t hiding, and you weren’t holding back.

“Maybe”, you continued, voice barely a whisper, “I wouldn’t mind knowing a little more about what you really do. About what’s real”.

Dean looked at you, his face a mix of surprise and admiration, and he realized you might actually mean it. That, after all these years, you might want to understand his world, dark corners and all.

Dean’s gaze softened even more, his surprise giving way to a look of genuine respect and something deeper—an appreciation for the quiet courage he saw in you. “You sure about that?”, he asked, his voice barely above a murmur, like he was almost afraid of your answer.

You nodded, a quiet determination in your eyes. “I don’t think you’ve ever been just some guy passing through, Dean. Not to me. And if you’re carrying around… whatever this is”, you gestured vaguely, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “then maybe it’s time I understand what that means”.

Dean took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“Alright”, he said finally, his voice steady, though his eyes held a softness you hadn’t seen before. “I’ll tell you. The real version, not just bits and pieces”.

He leaned forward, his elbows on the table again, and began to talk. He didn’t hold back, explaining what he did, the things he’d seen, the people he and Sam had helped. He talked about the hunts, the dangers, the toll it took on both of them, how it wasn’t just ghosts and legends but real, terrifying things that people didn’t believe in until it was too late. And through it all, you sat there, listening with an unwavering calm, absorbing every word.

After about an hour of Dean sharing everything—his life on the road, the horrors he’d faced, and the sacrifices he’d made—he finally paused, his gaze searching your face for any sign of fear, doubt, or even disbelief. He swallowed, clearly wrestling with his nerves, and mumbled, “Still don’t think I’m crazy?”.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you stood up, and for a moment, Dean’s heart sank, thinking you were about to leave. But you only smiled softly and walked over to the far corner of the diner, where a sleek, retro-styled jukebox stood. He watched you, confused, as you fiddled with the buttons for a moment. It took a few seconds, but finally, the familiar beat of a song filled the room—the unmistakable intro to Men in Black.

As Will Smith’s voice came through the speakers—“Here come the Men in Black…”—you turned around, grinning at him with a playful, knowing look. The song felt almost too perfect, a bit on-the-nose, but it brought an instant smile to Dean’s face, easing the tension that had built up between you two.

He let out a genuine laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back, watching you with a mixture of amusement and something else, something softer. “Really?”, he said, chuckling. “Out of all the songs…?”.

You shrugged, grinning wider as you made your way back to the table, letting the music play in the background. “Hey, thought it’d lighten the mood”, you said, sliding back into your seat. “Besides, maybe you’re more like a Men in Black kind of guy than a Taken one”.

Dean laughed again, feeling some of the weight he’d been carrying lift a little. “You’re something else, you know that?”.

You gave him a reassuring smile, your eyes warm. “Maybe. But for what it’s worth, Dean… I think you’re one of the good guys. And no, I don’t think you’re crazy”.

As you slid back into your seat across from Dean, you leaned forward a bit, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. “Alright, confession time”, you said, your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I actually studied parapsychology in college. Thought I’d dive into all the supernatural stuff for real. But… well, once I finished my degree, I realized just how far down the rabbit hole it could go. So, I decided to cut loose”.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face. “You’re kidding. Parapsychology?”. He shook his head, a grin breaking through. “And here I thought you were the normal one”.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you gave him a playful nudge. “Hey, you only have yourself to blame, Winchester. You and that stupid ghost question back in high school”. Your tone was light, teasing, but there was a flicker of sincerity in your eyes. “You got me curious, you know? Maybe too curious”.

Dean grinned, looking a bit sheepish. “Didn’t realize I had that kind of influence on you”, he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I owe you an apology for derailing your ‘normal’ life”.

“Oh, please”, you shot back, rolling your eyes with a smile. “It’s not like you twisted my arm. That one question just… got under my skin. I kept wondering, ‘What if he was serious? What if there really was more out there?’. I guess it sent me down a whole path I wasn’t expecting”.

Dean looked at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned forward, genuinely curious. "So… how come you're not scared?”, he asked, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “Most people would hear half the stuff I told you and be running for the hills. But you’re sitting here… pretty damn calm".

You shrugged, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I guess I just believe in the good”, you said simply, holding his gaze with a quiet confidence. “I mean, yeah, there’s a lot of dark, scary stuff out there. But if all that exists… then maybe there’s something good out there too. And maybe people like you… people who know how to face it? Maybe you’re part of that good”.

Dean paused, absorbing your words. For someone who spent his life battling darkness, hearing you talk about hope, about believing in the good, left him a little speechless. He ran a hand over his face, clearly taken aback by how deeply your words had affected him.

He let out a slow breath, his voice thick with sincerity. “You know… I don’t think anyone’s ever said it like that to me before”. There was a softness in his gaze, something unguarded, and he gave you a small, grateful smile. “Guess I needed to hear it”.

“Well, then… I’m glad I said it”.

Dean and you talked for hours, diving into stories about where life had taken each of you over the past five years. He shared some of his hunts, carefully skirting the darker details, while you told him about your bookstore, the little life you’d built, the friendships you’d formed. There was laughter, quiet moments of shared understanding, and even a few silences that somehow said more than words could.

Eventually, though, the evening crept into night, and the soft hum of conversation began to quiet. Dean walked you out to the Impala, and the drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, both of you seemingly content to just be in each other’s presence.

When he pulled up outside your apartment, you lingered in the car for a moment, not quite ready to say goodbye. You glanced over at him, noticing the slight hesitation in his gaze, the same reluctance you felt bubbling under the surface.

His gaze was fixed on the steering wheel for a moment, like he was searching for the right words, then he glanced up at you with a soft smile, the kind that held more than just friendliness.

“So”, he murmured, his voice a little rough, “guess this is where I say goodnight”.

You felt your heart give a small, reluctant twist. “Yeah… I guess so”, you replied softly, but you didn’t make a move to get out of the car just yet.

Dean’s hand rested on the gearshift, but his thumb tapped absently, as though he, too, was searching for a reason to make the night last just a little longer. He glanced at you again, something unspoken in his eyes. “It’s been good seeing you. Better than I… I mean, I didn’t realize I’d missed this. Missed you”.

The words hung in the air, vulnerable but true, and the look he gave you was full of the same honesty.

Feeling a surge of courage, you reached out, letting your fingers brush his hand. “I missed you, too, Dean. More than I thought I would”.

The silence settled, comfortable yet charged, until finally, Dean took a breath, his fingers closing over yours. “How about one more drink?”, he asked, his voice low, eyes meeting yours with a quiet intensity. “One for old times?”.

You nodded, unable to keep the smile off your face. “Yeah. One more”.

With that, the two of you headed up to your apartment, the night far from over, both of you ready to savor every moment left in it.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you reached up, beginning to pull off your jacket, but you felt the warmth of Dean’s hands on yours, stilling your movement. “Let me”, he murmured, his voice low and rich with something unspoken. The depth in his tone sent a shiver through you, and you felt your heart beat just a little faster as you let your hands fall, trusting him with this small intimacy.

Dean’s fingers brushed lightly against yours as he slid your jacket off your shoulders, his touch careful and deliberate, as though he was savoring every moment. Standing close behind you, his warmth radiated through the narrow space that separated you, his breath soft against the back of your neck.

The jacket slipped from your shoulders, and he took his time, easing it down your arms, his hands lingering as they moved. The air between you grew thick, charged, and as he hung your coat up, he remained close, almost close enough for you to feel the press of his chest against your back. You could feel his presence enveloping you, his quiet breathing filling the stillness.

Unable to resist, you glanced over your shoulder, meeting his gaze, which was dark and intense, holding a mixture of warmth, longing, and a hint of vulnerability. The silence felt heavy with possibilities, a thousand things unspoken lingering between you.

“Dean…”, you whispered, feeling the need to say something but unsure of what, and his eyes softened in response.

He raised a hand, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch featherlight but so full of meaning. “I’m here”, he murmured, his voice quiet, but it held a promise—a silent reassurance that whatever happened next was entirely up to you.

And in that moment, you both knew the night wasn’t quite ready to end.

You felt a shiver run through you as Dean’s hands slid from your own, moving slowly up your arms, his touch light yet deliberate, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His palms lingered on your shoulders for a brief moment, as if grounding himself, before he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

As he dipped his head, you felt his lips press gently onto your bare shoulder blade, soft and lingering. The sensation was electrifying, gentle yet deeply intimate, and you closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into the moment, into the familiar warmth and comfort he brought with him.

You bit your lip, barely containing the rush of emotion and anticipation that his closeness stirred in you. The feel of his mouth on your skin, the way his hands held you so securely, felt like a reminder of the connection you’d shared years ago—one that had never quite faded, despite everything.

Dean’s lips lingered against your shoulder for a moment longer before he slowly lifted his head, his gaze tracing a line from your shoulder to the side of your neck, where he placed another tender kiss. “I don’t think I ever stopped missing this”, he murmured softly, his voice barely more than a whisper, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty that made your heart ache.

You turned slightly, just enough to catch his gaze, his eyes holding a depth of feeling that left you breathless. Reaching up, you placed a hand on his cheek, drawing him closer, knowing that neither of you was ready to let this moment slip away.

Dean’s hand slowly brushed around your waist, his fingers splaying over your stomach, pulling you closer to him as his lips found the sensitive curve of your neck. His mouth was warm and tender against your skin, each kiss deliberate, tracing a path that made your breath hitch and your heart race.

As his lips found the soft spot beneath your ear, he lingered, pressing gentle kisses before letting his mouth brush more firmly against that delicate skin. He moved with a tenderness that spoke of a careful reverence, an intimacy that felt both comforting and thrillingly new. When he softly sucked at that sensitive spot, a quiet whimper slipped from your lips, the sound escaping before you could stop it.

The sound seemed to light something in him, his grip tightening slightly, his hand on your stomach pressing you back against him. You could feel the shift in his breathing, the quiet intensity in the way he held you, and you felt his need mirrored in your own. His lips moved up, brushing over your ear as he whispered, “You don’t know what you do to me”.

Your hand stayed on his cheek, anchoring him close, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch as he continued his tender exploration of your neck and shoulders. His closeness felt like something you’d both been reaching for all this time, a quiet connection that was both familiar and new.

You leaned back into him, letting yourself relax into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body pressed against yours, feeling completely lost in him and in this long-awaited moment between you.

Dean’s hips pressed more firmly against you, and you felt the unmistakable hardness against your lower back. The intensity of the moment heightened, a deep warmth radiating from where his body met yours, sparking a shiver that traveled down your spine. His hands slid up your torso, grazing your waist, and then returning to hold you close, his fingertips tracing small, gentle patterns on your stomach as he held you.

The weight of his presence, the heat of his skin against yours, made your heart race, and the desire between you both was palpable, filling the room with a quiet intensity. His lips continued their path along your neck.

At the sound of your voice, a soft, breathless “Dean”, his movements stilled, and you felt his attention focus entirely on you. Taking his hand from your stomach, you guided it downward, pressing it gently to where you needed him most, your quiet plea both vulnerable and filled with anticipation. The action made Dean’s breath catch, and for a moment, he was completely still, absorbing the intensity of what you were asking of him.

Dean’s hand moved with a deliberate slowness, sliding up the fabric of your dress, his fingers grazing your thigh before coming to rest gently between your legs. The warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of your underwear drew an immediate, quiet moan from you, and you felt his head drop to your shoulder, his forehead pressed against you as he took in a shaky breath.

The intensity of the moment surrounded you both, each touch, each movement building a quiet, simmering tension that felt almost electric. His fingers pressed more firmly, exploring gently, his other hand tightening around your waist as if anchoring both of you in this shared space.

“Tell me if it’s too much”, he murmured against your skin.

Dean's fingers traced along the edge of your underwear, pausing just a moment as if waiting for any last sign of hesitation from you. When you responded with a soft, encouraging nod, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, his touch warm and gentle, sending a shiver through your body. His fingers moved with a careful tenderness, exploring the sensitive skin as he held you close, his breath warm against your neck.

The feeling was electric, each delicate movement drawing quiet sounds of pleasure from you as his hand began to move with a slow, unhurried rhythm, clearly focused on making you feel everything he had to offer. His other arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him, grounding you in the moment.

Dean’s fingers moved in slow, soft circles over your most sensitive spot, each touch intensifying the heat pooling in your core. He let out a low groan, feeling the response of your body, his own desire flaring at the wetness he found. His breath was ragged against your shoulder, the tension building between you both so thick it felt like it could ignite at any moment.

“Tell me what you need”, he whispered, his voice barely audible as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his desire for you evident in every touch, every movement, his presence both overwhelming and reassuring.

At your quiet, breathless whisper—“I need you”—he stilled once more. Then, with a deep exhale, he lifted his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he murmured, “Are you sure?”. The vulnerability and restraint in his voice made it clear he wanted this just as much, but he was still giving you every chance to lead.

When you nodded, his eyes met yours, filled with warmth and intensity. Without another word, he turned you around to face him, his hands holding you close as he kissed you deeply, pouring everything he felt into that kiss, bridging the past and present in one powerful moment.

Slowly, with reverence, he guided you backward into your bedroom.

Slowly, his hands slid up, gathering the hem of your dress, lifting it inch by inch. The material glided over your skin, and he paused, his fingers brushing your shoulders as he eased the dress over them.

With a soft smile and a teasing glint in his eyes, he murmured, “Still no fan of bras, huh?”.

You laughed softly, feeling a slight blush but comforted by his warmth, his presence. “Guess not”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As he slipped the dress over your head, he let it fall to the floor, his gaze dropping to take you in, his eyes lingering with a reverence that made your heart race.

Dean’s eyes darkened with a mixture of awe and desire as he took in the sight of you, his gaze lingering over every curve, every detail. “Fuck”, he murmured, the word slipping out almost involuntarily, heavy with admiration. His hands tightened gently on your waist, and then, as if overwhelmed by the moment, he let his face fall against the crook of your neck, a soft, dramatic sigh escaping him.

You felt his breath against your skin, warm and tinged with a hint of laughter as he nestled into you, and his reaction brought a quiet joy that melted any lingering nerves. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, as if he needed a moment to compose himself.

“You’re making this hard for me to keep it together”, he murmured against your neck, his voice a blend of humor and genuine emotion. His lips brushed your skin softly, pressing gentle, lingering kisses that trailed up to your jawline, and you felt yourself relax further into his embrace, letting yourself be fully in this moment with him.

You hesitated for just a moment, feeling the weight of the moment and everything that had brought you both here, but then, gathering your courage, you reached up and slid your hands along his shoulders, pushing his flannel down and off. The fabric slipped away, revealing the warmth of his skin beneath, and he let it fall to the floor without breaking eye contact, his expression soft and intense, filled with both affection and anticipation.

As you let your hands trace down his arms, Dean’s gaze followed every movement, as if he was committing every detail to memory.

Dean stood still, his gaze unwavering and patient, allowing you to set the pace. You took a shaky breath, your fingers finding the hem of his shirt. The anticipation between you was thick, each heartbeat, each unspoken word, echoing in the small space between your bodies. Your hands lingered there for a moment, absorbing the warmth of him through the fabric, before you gathered your courage and slowly began to lift his shirt.

As you drew it up, his chest and shoulders were revealed, each inch of bare skin sparking a quiet thrill within you. His eyes remained on yours, their depth and warmth making it clear he was here, entirely with you, wanting this moment to be as much yours as it was his.

You bit your lip, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks as your palms traced over his bare chest, the feel of his skin beneath your fingers both thrilling and grounding. His breath hitched slightly as you let your hands explore, tracing the contours of muscle and warmth that felt both familiar and new. You could feel the quiet strength in him, but there was also a softness, a vulnerability he was allowing himself to show, just for you.

Your hands had just begun to trace a path down his stomach toward his belt when he caught your wrists gently, holding your hands in his for a moment. He met your gaze, his expression filled with a mix of mischief and intensity, and before you knew it, his hands had shifted to your hips. In one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted you effortlessly, making your heart skip a beat as he carried you over to the bed.

With a playful grin, he gently laid you down, his strength leaving you breathless and a little awestruck. A soft gasp escaped your lips, the thrill of his effortless movement combined with the warmth of his hands still imprinted on your skin. He leaned over you, bracing himself on his forearms as he looked down, his expression a mix of adoration and pure, unguarded desire.

“Gotcha”, he murmured, his voice low, teasing as his eyes roamed over you with a warmth that made you feel cherished. There was a tenderness in the way he took in the moment, savoring the sight of you beneath him, as if he’d waited as long as you had for this.

You felt yourself smiling up at him. “Guess I’m not going anywhere”, you replied, your voice soft, meeting his gaze.

He chuckled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he murmured, “Exactly where I want you”.

Dean’s lips moved slowly, reverently, tracing a path down your body, leaving a warm, tingling trail with each kiss. He took his time, savoring every inch, his hands gliding along your sides, fingers pressing gently as he memorized the curves beneath his touch. When he reached the hem of your panties, he paused, glancing up with that familiar, mischievous grin that made your heart race.

“Think I can beat my record?”, he murmured, his voice low and teasing, his eyes sparkling with the challenge. The implication was clear, and a thrill of anticipation ran through you. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and he slowly began to ease the fabric down, his gaze never leaving yours, the connection between you unbroken.

As he slipped the fabric away, he pressed another gentle kiss to your hip, his smirk widening at the sight of your reaction. “Just relax”, he whispered, his voice soft yet brimming with confidence and care. His hands slid up to hold your hips, anchoring you as he leaned down, his breath warm against your skin.

With a soft, lingering kiss to your most sensitive spot, Dean’s eyes stayed on you, watching every detail of your reaction. The warmth of his mouth against you sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and a breathless moan escaped your lips as you instinctively tensed, your fingers gripping the sheets. His gaze softened at the sight, a look of pure adoration mixed with satisfaction as he took in your response, clearly pleased to see how deeply he was affecting you.

He placed another tender kiss on you, then his tongue slowly traced a line from your entrance up to your clit, drawing a long, deliberate path that made you shiver under his touch.

Your breath hitched, and you found yourself lifting slightly towards him, seeking more of that exquisite sensation.

As he reached your clit, he paused, giving it a gentle flick.

With that gentle flick, a wave of intense pleasure surged through you, taking you completely by surprise. The release hit hard and fast, leaving you breathless as your body tensed and shuddered beneath him. Your hands gripped the sheets, a quiet, involuntary cry escaping your lips. Even Dean looked momentarily stunned, his eyes widening slightly as he felt the response his touch had coaxed out of you.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips, his expression a mixture of pride and tenderness as he watched you ride the wave.

Dean’s touch remained gentle as you came down, his mouth tracing soft, soothing paths that coaxed every last tremor from your body. His lips pressed delicate kisses along your sensitive skin.

You could feel his gentle attentiveness as his tongue continued to move softly, savoring every second, as though he was in no hurry to pull away. His hand slid up to rest on your hip, steadying you as you caught your breath, the warmth of his touch both comforting and electrifying. Every stroke, every kiss, carried an unspoken affection that went deeper than words.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a soft smile as he moved up to meet your gaze. "Didn’t realize I’d get that kind of reaction”, he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth, clearly pleased and still just a bit surprised.

You managed a soft laugh, looking up at him with a warm blush, your voice dropping to a shy whisper. “It’s… it’s been a while, you know”.

Dean, now standing at the edge of the bed, casually undid his belt, an easy smile playing on his lips. “Oh yeah? How long?”, he asked, almost teasingly, clearly not expecting any sort of serious answer.

But the way your gaze dropped, a hint of shyness crossing your face as you murmured, “Five years”, stopped him in his tracks. His fingers froze, mid-buckle, his easy smile fading as realization dawned on him. You looked up at him, the sincerity and vulnerability in your eyes quietly revealing the truth he hadn’t expected.

“What?”, he whispered, almost in disbelief, his voice barely audible as he took in your words. “You mean… since… us?”.

You nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious but resolute. “Yeah… I guess… you were my first. And my last”. Your voice was soft, but there was an unmistakable honesty in it, the kind that left no room for misinterpretation.

Dean took a shaky breath, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to process what you’d just admitted. His usual composure was nowhere to be found; instead, he looked genuinely overwhelmed.

“You’re kidding, right?”, he finally breathed out, almost as if he was hoping he’d misheard you. But as you shook your head, your cheeks coloring an even deeper shade of pink, he let out a low, soft whistle. “Damn, sweetheart”.

He paused, running his hand through his hair, clearly at a loss for words. “I thought there was pressure the first time, but now… this is a whole other level”, he joked lightly, though there was a warmth in his tone that softened the words. His gaze stayed on you, the affection in his eyes unmistakable.

You laughed softly, the sound a mix of nervousness and fondness, and he took a step closer, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed your cheek, his touch gentle. “Guess I better make this worth the wait then, huh?”, he murmured, his voice dropping to that familiar low tone that sent shivers down your spine.

The tension between you shifted, deepening with the weight of the unspoken memories and the quiet understanding that had always existed between you.

Dean moved swiftly, slipping out of his clothes until he stood before you in just his boxers, his gaze intent and focused. As he reached for the waistband to pull them down, you shifted on the bed, kneeling on the mattress, and reached out to stop him, your hands gently brushing over his hips as you bit your lip, your eyes flicking up to meet his in silent question.

You pulled his boxers down slowly, letting the fabric slide away as you looked up at him, taking in every detail. The desire in your gaze was unmistakable, and Dean caught the hint of your intentions immediately. His lips curved into a soft grin, shaking his head in that familiar way that conveyed both affection and amusement.

Without a word, he gently guided you back down onto the bed, his hands warm and steady as they eased you onto your back. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, his voice a soft murmur as he whispered, “Tonight’s about you”.

As he settled above you, his knee nudged your thighs apart, encouraging you to open up to him. His movements were unhurried, as if savoring every second. His hands traced along your sides, grounding you in the present moment, letting you feel his warmth and presence.

Dean’s hand wrapped around the base of his erection, guiding himself. He brushed the tip gently through your folds, moving slowly, deliberately, each stroke sending a wave of warmth radiating through you. The sensation was soft yet electric, his touch careful as he used your own wetness to ease the way, preparing you both for what came next.

He paused, meeting your gaze, a question in his eyes that spoke of both desire and respect. Holding his gaze, you nodded, your breaths coming softly, filled with anticipation. His hand shifted, guiding himself to your entrance, moving just a fraction closer.

As Dean eased gently into you, he let out a deep, heated groan, his voice rough with the intensity of the moment. “Damn, sweetheart”, he murmured, his breath shaky, “you’re still way too tight”. His words sent a thrill through you, heightening the pleasure, and you couldn’t hold back a loud moan as he filled you completely, every inch drawing you closer, the sensation overwhelming.

Your back arched instinctively, pressing you closer against him, your body responding to the closeness, the connection, and the heat of his touch. Dean stilled for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you, his hand coming to rest at your hip, grounding you both in the moment as he took a breath, savoring the depth of it.

Dean looked down at you, his gaze filled with concern and warmth. "You good?", he murmured softly.

Instead of responding with words, you reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down toward you. Your lips met his in a deep, lingering kiss, one that conveyed all the feelings you couldn't quite put into words.

As your legs hooked around his hips, drawing him closer, you felt him respond, his body pressed firmly against yours. The rhythm he set was slow and steady, each movement filled with care and intention. He held you close, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you, every movement bringing you closer together in ways that went far beyond the physical.

With every deliberate thrust, Dean’s rhythm brought his tip to brush against that sensitive spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each movement seemed to intensify the sensation, and before long, you were trembling beneath him, moans spilling from your lips in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

He leaned down, his forehead once more pressed gently against yours, his breath warm as it mingled with your own. “You feel so good”, he whispered, his voice rough but soft, laced with awe and affection.

Dean’s hand slid down, intertwining with yours, holding you close as if to keep you anchored, each thrust uniting you deeper. The intensity of it all built quickly, your body responding almost instinctively to his movements, your back arching and your grip tightening around him.

With every moan, every shared breath, it was clear that this was more than just a moment of passion; it was a shared connection that neither of you had felt in years, something that held within it a sense of coming home.

Your whispered, "Harder, Dean. Please" ,caught him by surprise, but the request ignited something in him. He looked at you for just a moment, a glint of passion and intensity in his eyes, and then he complied, shifting his pace and angle to fulfill your wish. His thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate.

Every thrust seemed to hit that perfect spot, building the pleasure higher and higher, until your entire world narrowed down to the feeling of him, the weight of his body, the warmth of his skin.

Dean’s lips found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. “Just like that… you feel incredible”, he murmured.

Dean's voice was rough, filled with raw emotion, as he groaned against your neck, "I missed your moans… those sweet little sounds you make".

His lips grazed your skin, his breath hot as he pressed more kisses along your neck, murmuring between each one, "Every little sound you make, sweetheart… drives me insane". His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you to meet him with each thrust, creating a rhythm that felt both passionate and deeply connected.

"Dean, I'm so close".

His hands tightened around your hips as he adjusted his angle slightly, determined to bring you right to that edge.

“Come on, sweetheart”, he murmured against your ear, his voice a husky whisper, filled with both encouragement and desire. “Let go for me”. His words were matched by the way his hips moved, unrelenting yet tender.

Your nails dug into his back, grounding yourself as the pleasure built higher. His name slipped from your lips again, a quiet plea.

And then, as his pace intensified, pushing you right to the brink, you felt the tension finally unravel, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your body trembled beneath him, a mix of breathless gasps and soft moans escaping as you clung to him, completely lost in the moment. Dean held you through it, his movements slowing but never stopping.

As he felt you reach your climax, Dean’s control slipped, the sensation and intensity of the moment pushing him over the edge as well. His grip on your hips tightened, and with a few final, deep thrusts, he let out a low, shuddering groan, his breath warm against your skin as he buried himself fully, his body tensing in release.

He held you close, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy and ragged as he rode out the last waves of his climax. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, the room filled with the sound of your shared breathing as the intensity slowly ebbed.

Eventually, Dean shifted slightly, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small, contented smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you. “Good?”, he murmured softly.

You let out a soft laugh, still catching your breath, brushing a hand over your forehead to gather yourself. “Are you kidding?”, you murmured, a playful glint in your eyes as you bit your lip, a smile tugging at the corners.

Dean chuckled, his gaze soft as he traced gentle patterns along your arm, his fingers warm against your skin. “Just making sure”, he replied, his voice low and laced with affection. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear as he looked down at you with a tenderness that was somehow both comforting and electrifying.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before pulling back, his smile widening as he took in your expression, the quiet satisfaction that mirrored his own. “Guess that was… long overdue”, he added with a playful smirk, though his tone held the same depth of warmth as his gaze.

You let out a breath, nodding. “Yeah, maybe just a little”, you teased.

A few minutes later, you found yourself nestled securely in Dean’s arms, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hand traced gentle circles along your back, his other arm wrapped protectively around you, keeping you close. The quiet felt full—comfortable and serene, as though you both were wrapped in a bubble of warmth and contentment, the world outside fading away.

Dean let out a deep, contented sigh. “Feels like old times”, he murmured, his voice soft, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to have this again… with you”.

You looked up at him, seeing a depth in his expression that made your heart ache in the best way. “I didn’t either”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers tracing small, gentle patterns on his chest. “Feels… like it was worth the wait”.

You sighed softly, a hint of worry slipping into the comfort of the moment as you tilted your head to look up at him. “What happens after… after you solve this case?”, you asked, your voice hesitant, as though speaking the question might shatter the fragile peace between you.

Dean’s face softened as he looked at you, thoughtful and a little conflicted. “I… I don’t know”, he admitted, his voice quiet, like he was finally allowing himself to be honest about something he’d been trying not to think about. “Part of me wishes I could just… stay”.

His hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a small, comforting gesture. “But you know how my life goes. There’s always something… always another hunt”. He let out a quiet sigh, his thumb brushing gently across the back of your hand.

You felt your heart tighten at his words, understanding the reality of his life but still aching at the thought of him leaving again. “But what if… what if you didn’t have to leave?”, you whispered, almost as if you were speaking a hope you’d kept buried for too long.

Dean’s gaze held yours, a spark of longing flickering in his eyes as he considered your words. “Maybe… maybe one day”, he murmured, his voice filled with a kind of hope you hadn’t seen in him before. “Maybe one day I won’t have to”.

"Damn, that sucks”, you muttered, letting out a frustrated sigh as you lay nestled against him. Dean chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, and he tightened his arm around you.

“What’s going on with that mouth of yours these days?”, he teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he tilted his head to look down at you. “Since when did you start swearing like a sailor?”.

You smirked, rolling your eyes but feeling a smile tug at the corner of your lips. “Guess I picked it up somewhere along the way. Don’t act like you didn’t have anything to do with it”.

“Oh, I know I did”, he shot back, still grinning. “But I’ve gotta admit, hearing you curse about me leaving… that’s kinda flattering”.

You scoffed, playfully nudging him with your elbow. “Oh, don’t get too comfortable. Just because you’re flattered doesn’t mean I won’t be mad if you skip out on me again”.

“I won’t just leave without a word again”, he promised, his voice soft but unwavering. “When I’m leaving… you’ll know”.

You searched his face, feeling the sincerity in his words settle deep within you, easing an ache you hadn’t even fully realized you were carrying. “You better”, you murmured, reaching up to trace your fingers along his jaw, grounding yourself in the warmth of his presence. “I’m holding you to that”.

He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your fingertips before wrapping his fingers around yours. “I mean it”, he said quietly. “No more disappearing acts. You deserve better than that”.

A soft smile spread across your face as you curled into him, feeling the comfort of his arms around you and the warmth of his words filling the quiet space. “Good”, you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as you rested your head against his chest, soothed by the steady beat of his heart.

The rest of the night was a blur of warmth, laughter, and moments of tenderness and intensity that neither of you could quite keep track of. Dean stayed close, his touches and kisses as lingering and deliberate as his words had been, each one deepening the connection you felt. Between whispered conversations and soft laughter, you found yourselves drawn to each other over and over, as if making up for all the years apart in a single night.

The hours slipped by unnoticed as the two of you explored the quiet intimacy of just being together again, letting go of the past and reveling in the closeness of the present. Every touch felt like a rediscovery, every shared look carrying a depth that neither of you had fully acknowledged until now. There were no walls, no secrets—just you and Dean, wrapped up in each other.

Eventually, as the first light of dawn crept in through the window, you found yourself nestled against his chest once more, a comfortable silence settling over you both. Dean brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Think we’ll catch any actual sleep?”, he murmured, his voice filled with a playful exhaustion but laced with something deeper.

You smiled, tracing a finger along his arm. “Maybe. But I don’t think I’d change a thing about tonight”.

He smiled, pulling you even closer, his hand gently caressing your back as the two of you drifted into a peaceful silence, content and fulfilled in a way you hadn’t felt in years.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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[luxcuriousao3]

Dove: A Zombie Ghost Story (Chapter Two)

Summary: He shuffled back some, giving her plenty of space. Enough that she could get out of her hiding spot and run away, if she wanted to. He would follow her again if she did, a hidden, monstrous protector. But he didn't want to hide. He wanted to be next to her, to have her ask him more questions, to not be alone, anymore… Word Count: 2129 Warnings: no smut this chapter (this fic is the slowest of burns y'all, strap in for a looooong ride), vague, brief references to unspecified abuse in the OC's backstory, semi-graphic violence, POV switches denoted by line breaks Notes: This is by far the shortest chapter in this fic as it currently stands. I am thinking of doing a double update today to make it up to the few of you who read this, whoever you are XD let me know if that is something y'all would like. AO3, Masterlist

Lelia woke up slowly, sore and confused. She wasn’t in the bed she shared with Andrew, back at the base, stealing precious hours of sleep in the time that he was gone, unable to relax when he was lying next to her. No, she was somewhere else, somewhere that smelled of damp earth and—rot?

Lelia opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was—and then screamed at the nightmarish sight that greeted her.

Milky white eyes stared at her through a dirty, broken skull mask. The zombie’s jaw hung open, bloody, grey flesh peeled away from its sharp teeth and blackened gums, leaving them exposed threateningly. Lelia tried to back away, but she was cornered, stuck in a trap of her own making.

It was then that the events of last night came back to her, and she sucked in a breath as she realized the zombie in front of her, who was now groaning quietly as it—moved away from her? What?—was the same one from last night, the one that had scared off all the others that had left her stranded in a tree. The one that had almost seemed to understand her when she’d begged for help, and then for it to go away…

***

Ghost hadn’t left his little dove’s side all night, standing over her like her very own guard dog. The comparison would’ve bothered him, when he was human—but he was more beast than man, now, so he simply thought it was fitting.

The zombies he’d heard earlier had indeed caught his dove's delicious scent, but one deep, rumbling growl from him had scared them off when they’d gotten too close for comfort. He’d checked afterwards to make sure he hadn’t woken her, but the poor thing hadn’t so much as twitched. Her utter lack of survival instincts dumbfounded him. He had no idea how she’d made it this long. But he was oddly glad for it, even if it concerned him. The end of the world hadn’t taken her softness from her, and he knew it would have been just as intriguing to him when he was alive as it was now. Ghost had never had something soft in his life, and his undeath had stripped him of everything warm, too. She was both. It made him want to curl around her like a shield, and protect her from the horrors of the world. To keep that innocent spirit from breaking. And he could, now, in a way he wouldn't have been able to do before. Because he had no other purpose, anymore. She could give him one, and if only she’d let him stay, maybe she could give him some of that warmth and softness, too…

Hours later, he heard her begin to stir. He took another step back from her little hideout, but crouched down so she could see his face, his stiff knees creaking ominously. He knew it wasn’t exactly a comforting sight, but he hoped that she might be slightly less frightened if she recognized him from last night, the zombie that had saved her and then let her go, rather than thinking he was some random infected.

When she screamed bloody murder upon seeing him, though, he reevaluated. It had been quite a while since he’d seen his own reflection—maybe he looked even worse than he thought…

Ghost automatically raised his hands as if to show he wasn’t a threat. That only made her curl in on herself, though, like she was expecting him to lunge for her. Which, well, of course she was. He was a zombie. A flesh eating monster. And she smelled so good…

He grunted as he shook the thought out of his virus-laden brain. His little dove let out a small, terrified noise, burying her sweet face in her knees, so he stopped. He wished he could tell her that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but every noise or move he made only seemed to scare her further. How was he supposed to explain that he was different from the other walking corpses? That he wanted to protect her, not eat her?

He looked down at the dirt, and he had an idea. He clumsily swiped away the leaves and other debris, then began to drag his fingertips through the clean patch of dirt. He was trying to write a single word—safe—but as he went to draw the first letter, he realized he didn't know what it was.

The thought made him go still. How did he not know how to spell such a simple word? He was no genius, but he wasn’t a bloody idiot, either.

Ghost growled, frustrated and more than a little bit afraid. He didn’t want to admit what he knew to be true—that the virus had destroyed so much of his brain that he was now illiterate. It was maddening. It was terrifying. He’d already known he was just a shell of his former self, barely clinging to his humanity, and yet…

“Wh-why aren’t you trying to e-eat me?”

Ghost looked up so fast that his broken jaw wobbled precariously, almost looking like it was about to fall off. He reached up and tried to put it back into place, to seem just a tad more human, but it simply fell open again as soon as he let go, dangling uselessly. None of that mattered, though, because she was talking to him. For the first time since he’d been infected, he was having a conversation. He would have smiled if he could have, so bright that Johnny would’ve asked him who he was and what he’d done with the real Ghost.

Who’s Johnny?

Ghost didn't know the answer to that question, but he didn’t linger on the wisps of longing and grief that came with it, nearly giddy from his dove’s question. She looked like she didn’t truly expect him to understand her, let alone answer, but the fact that she’d asked at all was enough. This was his chance. He couldn’t fuck this up. He couldn’t.

He shuffled back some, giving her plenty of space. Enough that she could get out of her hiding spot and run away, if she wanted to. He would follow her again if she did, a hidden, monstrous protector. But he didn't want to hide. He wanted to be next to her, to have her ask him more questions, to not be alone, anymore…

He settled down onto the ground fully, and then stiffly patted the spot next to him, inviting her to come sit. He didn't expect her to, even if he hoped she would—he just wanted to show her that he wasn’t a mindless animal, nor a threat. He wished he had food to give her, or even just a blanket. Anything to prove that he came in peace, and that he was useful to have around.

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“You… you want me to sit with you?”

Lelia could hardly believe the words coming from her mouth, or the sight in front of her. A zombie, staring at her rather than eating her, inviting her to come sit next to it. A zombie that bobbed its head at her question and let out a soft groan, like it was trying to say why yes, yes I do.

Lelia was officially insane.

“Are you going to eat me?”

She was crazy, and she was going even crazier for entertaining the notion that a walking corpse could understand her, could communicate with her. All the survivors on the base had said the infected ceased to be human the second they turned. The second they were bitten, in some of the more ruthless soldiers’ opinions.

She shivered at the memory. She didn't like soldiers. She didn’t trust them, not anymore. Not after what they’d done to her. And as she really looked at the zombie, she realized something terrible—he was one of them. Or he had been. It was all so confusing…

The zombie shook its head stiffly, broken, hanging jaw clacking as it jerked back and forth at the movement. It was incredibly disturbing. She looked away.

“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed in a whisper after a long moment, still not looking at the undead soldier. She didn't know why she was still talking to it. She should stop. She shouldn’t play into whatever delusion this was. But she couldn’t seem to control herself. “I don’t know how to survive out here. But I won’t go back. I won’t.”

The zombie made what could have been considered a questioning noise, if Lelia was insane. She turned to glare at its terrifying, rotting face and its black, bloody, ragged tactical gear.

“The military base,” she answered, like it had actually asked. Her narrowed eyes were haunted as she stared at it angrily, tears threatening to fall. “I know what evils you soldiers are capable of. And I won’t suffer them, not anymore. I’d rather be torn apart.”

The zombie groaned quietly, lowering its head, almost as if it was ashamed. Of what, she didn't know. Being military? Or its fellow soldiers’ cruelty? No. Lelia was just projecting. It was probably a groan of hunger.

She swallowed nervously at the thought, shifting like she was going to try and make a run for it, because she was. But the zombie’s gaze darted back up, and she froze. But when it didn’t move, she slowly began crawling out of her little tree hollow again, until she was standing over it’s crouched form, staring down into empty white eyes. Gathering her scraps of bravery, she turned her back on it and began walking away from it as quickly as she could, still too sore and tired to run like she wanted to.

She looked over her shoulder so many times during that first hour, she lost count. The zombie had followed her once already—what was to say he wouldn’t do it again?

That was, if it was even real. She had begun to convince herself it wasn’t, at least not this second time. It had to have been real last night, there was no other explanation as to how she was still alive. But today? There was just no way. It had seemed far too intelligent to be real, today. She’d practically had a conversation with it!

She shook her head, letting out a huff of disbelieving laughter. No. Last night had been an anomaly, a fluke, some sort of strange zombie infighting, maybe some territorial hierarchical dominance ritual…

Lelia was definitely losing it.

Finally, she felt confident enough that no zombie soldier, figment of her imagination or not, was following her, and she stopped bothering to check. She was on a mission to find… something. Something to eat, something to drink, somewhere safe and warm to rest. Just… something. Anything to help her live another day.

After several more hours, in which Lelia had truly begun to flag, fate took pity on her, and brought her to a run down cabin in the middle of the woods. She quickened her steps, stumbling through the door, desperate to get out of the cold.

She barely had a second to notice the infected waiting inside before it was upon her.

Lelia screamed, trying to get away, but the woman’s stumbling corpse held on tight, jaws snapping in her face. Lelia barely managed to keep it from biting her, using all her strength to hold it back. But her arms were already trembling, and with every second, the gnashing teeth were getting closer.

This is it, she thought, terrified. This is how I die.

Suddenly, the zombie was ripped off of her, and Lelia fell to the ground, watching with wide eyes as her zombie—the one she’d seen last night and hallucinated this morning—slammed the other against the wall, over and over again until it finally stopped moving. A dark patch of black blood stained the wood where its head had been after the undead soldier dropped it, and Lelia stared at it, dazed and confused.

Suddenly, she felt gloved hands on her body, quickly running up and down her limbs. She shrieked, kicking out as she tried to scramble away. Her foot connected with something hard, but it didn’t move. It just let out a familiar grunt and released her.

Lelia froze, her panic clearing enough to register her zombie standing over her, taking a step back as it let out a gurgling noise. It had touched her. It had killed the undead that was trying to eat her, and it had touched her. She’d felt it.

It wasn’t a hallucination. “You’re real,” she breathed, feeling dizzy at the realization. “You’re real, and you’re not eating me, and you’re— you’re protecting me. How? Why?”

[animehideout]

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 2.

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a/n: Currently working on the other requested mbti types, they'll be included in the coming parts ✨.

Thank you @goofbye @wakatsukikanae @zoldyi for requesting INFP, and @lostmymarblesstuff for requesting ISTP. I really really hope you like them though. 😭🫶🏻💖.

INFP:

Choso Kamo = Fiancé

Both of you find solace in each other's arms, you don't need to vocalize your love since your energy alone is capable of conveying the love, admiration and respect you have for each other. He appreciates the idea of becoming a family and building a home together filled with familial warmth. He's also a good listener whenever you vent. You accept each other for who you truly are without faking anything. You are both authentic and genuine. You show your love through acts of service, so he enjoys cooking your cravings for you.

Toji Fushiguro = Enemy

You have no respect for people who lack empathy or compassion, and Toji is one of them. He's vile, hostile and manipulative. He is the complete opposite of you. You have a strong sense of justice, fairness and sensitivity so Toji's actions trigger a strong negative reaction out of you. He is a threat to your values and peace, so you can't help but develop an enmity. He sees you weak for including your emotions so he always tries to change you into his liking or simply provoke you.

Toge Inumaki = Bestfriend

Most of your Hangouts are at home where you sit comfortably enjoying the peaceful quietness. You understand each other's emotions and troubles. He provides a safe space for you to express yourself, he takes your feelings into account and never judges you. He enjoys sitting comfortably while you talk about your dreams and thoughts. You inspire him a lot and he appreciates that you trust him enough to share personal things with him. He makes you feel that it's okay to be different as long as you are true to yourself.

Megumi Fushiguro = roommate.

You respect each other's personal space and that what made you good roommates, living under the same roof peacefully without any obstacles. At first you found difficulty to get into conversations or just hang out together at home; given that both of you are introverts. So you just limited yourself to small chats, but you grew to enjoy each other's presence and chill together. Both of you share similar standards for cleanliness so you divide tasks to keep your shared space tidy. Despite growing closer and more comfortable, the boundaries that both of you had set are still sacred. It is easy to live with Megumi.

ISTP

Toji Fushiguro= Husband.

The powerful duo, a thrill-seekers. Toji is the perfect match for you. You have mutual qualities such as using the power of mind, pursuing financial success and enjoying the spontaneous adventures. You have a healthy marriage life, following a pragmatic and rational approach. He is attracted to your determination and mindset, even after being married for too long he still looks at you with the same admiration and love he has for you since the first time he had laid eyes on you. Flirts a lot with you and drowns you in compliments. Your honeymoon was a thrilling and exciting experience literally risking your lives but you enjoyed every bit of it. You are attracted to his straightforwardness and cleverness also to his teasing and playful side. At some levels he doesn't take life too seriously but instead he faces it with humor and mockery. He is the perfect husband for you.

Yuta Okkotsu = Has a crush on you.

He would find himself uncontrollably attracted and drawn to you. The way you reasonably handle things, issues and conflicts impresses him. He also admires your independence and self-sufficiency, you are mentally strong and intelligent. And despite being introvert and reserved he would be surprised by how quick you can adapt to different situations and how you enjoy the thrill of new experiences and adventures. It leaves him blown away and intrigued by you and without hesitation he would develop a powerful crush.

Nanami Kento = Colleague.

You equally share a mutual respect for each other's skills. Both of you hate working overtime so most of the time you blend your competences to get done early with the work. You have a formal and professional kind of relationship which is task-oriented. Your emotions are put aside while working together. What matters is that you succeed in reaching your goals or solve problems. You are an effective team and can work in harmony.

Maki Zenin = Bestfriend.

You feel comfortable enough around Maki to enjoy engaging with various activities with her. Most of the time you train together. Maki has a strategic planning so she always comes up with interesting plans for both of you to enjoy, on the other hand you are a spontaneous person, so you make life more fun and full of surprises. You make each other even more stronger; both emotionally and physically. You keep each other stable and on track, focusing on your goals. Both of you are independent so you only provide emotional support, words of encouragement and comfort.

This piece of writing is just for fun, also it is imo, so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻

[tawfu]

warnings: nsfw, sub diluc, dom reader, gn reader, praise kink, slight teasing, light angst, pining, hand jobs, established relationship, very soft

wc: 2.4k

Summary: You pamper Diluc.

Getting Diluc to this point would seem impossible to anyone looking in from the outside. He’s always so grumpy, so serious, and despite being the biggest bachelor in Mond, he never seems to display an ounce of the same interest that is presented to him. In your hands though, he’s but a sweet, pliant lover, and a man deserving of no less than everything the world can offer. 

Diluc is known for being hard working, and no matter the circumstance, he takes care of the city and the people he truly cherishes, despite the seemingly lack of enthusiasm that’s evident in the grunts and sighs that leave his mouth when taking part in a conversation. After all, he isn’t obligated to entertain anyone while knowing he comes off as a boring individual, is he? Nevertheless, behind this attitude is a tint of playfulness that when caught and retorted, always leaves him scoffing and turning his head away in embarrassment. 

 

To break down Diluc’s walls would prove to be a most difficult task, but how can he resist the love that he’d yearned to feel once more for years, one that he’d forgotten about while neglecting his needs and drowning himself in work, when finally provided with it? 

 

There’s an odd feeling that bubbles in his chest each time you take care of him, like when you indulge his sweet banter, or the evenings spent together, eating dinner with him in a comfortable silence, with occasional hums leaving your mouth at the delicious taste your tongue is graced with. Having said that, the late, exhausting nights he returns from his duties only to find you waiting for him, ready to take care of the body he abandons when the plaguing feeling that he’s unworthy and undeserving of it overtakes him, provides the strangest feeling of them all. A night such as this one. It’s a feeling that, despite seeming like an intrusion, is addictive. 

 

On your end, there’s no one more worthy of worship than your partner. And even as he stands before you, bare and vulnerable, eyes cast downwards and hands awkwardly hovering over his abdomen, you can’t help the need that overcomes you. A need to reassure him, to cherish every inch of his being and show him the extent to which your sheer love and adoration for him goes. 

 

No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Diluc’s bashfulness in his exposure never ceases to steal a chuckle from your lips. You wonder out loud if it’s his inexperience that always gets him like this, or if the capable Darknight Hero can be reduced to a shy mess this easily. However, your teasing doesn’t earn you any comebacks when he’s in this state, instead only the scoffs he makes in an attempt to feign annoyance are present.

 

With a smile plastered on your face, you beckon Diluc to your lap, your hands guiding his own to rest on your shoulders as he hesitantly moves to straddle you. He’s tense, you note, and it only serves to prove how hard he strains himself for the sake of others. You move your hand to cup his face, the other smoothing over the wrinkles between his furrowed eyebrows, and you feel him leaning into your touch, letting out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding in. 

 

You can’t resist pulling him into a tight hug, running a hand along his back and gently grazing it with your fingernails as both of your bodies begin to relax and your nose fills with his mesmerising scent. The silence breaks when you nuzzle into his neck to whisper words of reverence into it, causing Diluc to shut his eyes and hold you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body. 

 

He’s aware of his strength and the resources he puts into what he does, including his own body that he pilots like a machine, but he doesn’t understand why his body shudders when it’s acknowledged, and why there’s a hot feeling settling in his gut when you pull away from the hug to look at him with adoration and a hint of worry in your eyes as you trace the scars littering his body, worshiping even the ugliest parts of him that are accompanied with memories he’d like to forget. 

 

To you, it’s nothing but a reminder of what he puts himself through, the things he does without ever asking for anything in return, and to him, the kisses you leave along the scars on his collarbone, down to his arms and hands, feel like they’re overwriting every bit of pain he felt when he received them. 

 

Diluc isn’t unfamiliar with being desired, after all, he’s a rich, popular figure around the nation. But to feel adored, cared for, and needed leaves him in a haze, especially when he can feel your body so close to his own. He’s always strived to be someone useful, and he’s so starved for the loving touch of another that he can’t stay composed when your kisses move to his lips, all the while your fingers move downwards to leave feather-like touches on the sides his waist. Once your fingertips graze his stomach, you smile into his mouth when you feel it draw in. So sensitive, your Diluc.

 

A few pecks soon turn into sloppy, desperate kisses, and his hand moves to grip one of yours in an attempt to stay composed. Even that proves to be challenging though, when your own need is so evident in how your tongue evades his mouth to deepen the kiss further, or perhaps it is a part of your grand plan to steal his breath away.

 

He’s trying, he really is, to not grind up into the soft skin of your tummy that is just barely grazing his dick. He curses at himself for how he’s already so painfully hard, but he wants to be good, so he tries to keep his hips still despite their involuntary twitches and instead focuses on the intoxicating feeling of your lips and tongue on his own. You, however, know Diluc inside out, and you know that once he attempts to muffle the desperate whines that spill out of him into your mouth, he’s holding back from asking you for something. 

 

So you reluctantly pull back from his now plump lips, now stained with your saliva, and he gasps dramatically to fill his lungs with air before instantly trying to pull you back to latch onto what felt like his lifeline, your mouth. You allow him to bring you closer, and rub your thumb across his knuckles, a gentle gesture that shows him that it’s okay, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that you’re not going anywhere. In turn, he loosens up and you lean in to rest your forehead on his, catching your breath.

 

You hate it when Diluc represses himself, as if his feelings are being tested. But you don’t mind telling him over and over again, that your sole intention is to make him feel good and that you want to repay the kindness he gives out so freely. You want him to express his desires to you without guilt absorbing him, but you know it’s not an easy feat, so you settle for returning the gentle look he’s giving you as you request him to show you what he wants.

 

He’s a bit reluctant, but slowly, he moves his hands to your wrists, contemplating a little before guiding them downwards to rest on his thighs as his eyes avert from yours in embarrassment. His cheeks are dusted with pink and his lips have curved into a frown, unsure of whether or not you got the message. 

 

Simultaneously, he feels his stomach swirl in fear, wondering if he’s even living up to your expectations of how a man like him should be in bed, or if he’s being too bold. You, on the other hand, are delighting in the sheer cuteness that is radiating from his actions. He’s so teasable, and you attempt to hold back from doing just that, knowing just how serious he is about these moments of intimacy. Alas, you’re only human, and you can’t help but give in to your urges.

 

So you opt for moving your hands lower to settle on his inner thighs and give them a soft squeeze. That catches his attention, and he turns his head to face you once more, but nothing happens. Your touch lingers on his sensitive skin, and your eyes are boring into him with that saccharine look which suddenly makes him feel awkward. That’s when it dawns on him just how defenseless he is in this position, and it makes him want to crawl in on himself. 

 

But in this bubble, within your safety, he feels secure, and his entire body is already aching for your touch, so Diluc decides to abandon his pride to lean into your ear and mumble pleas for you to touch him where it hurts. Though barely audible, it makes the pits of your stomach swirl. Such a pretty voice, and it’s even prettier when it’s all breathy and laced with desperation. Of course, when you voice your thoughts, all he can do is grunt and continue to pretend that it doesn’t make him shy. You know he likes it though, and way his dick jumps at the praise is incredibly apparent.

 

Though it’s something he used to be ashamed of, he can’t help but feel the warmth spreading across his entire body when put in an embarrassing position, especially if it’s in front of you. It feels so good, and he can scarcely admit to himself that he actually craves more of your teasing. It’s like a forbidden pleasure he can only experience once he shreds himself of the aloof, powerful image he forces himself to keep up.

 

At last, you comply, letting your soft hand wrap around him, and his whole body shudders. He lets out a deep, shaky breath he had been holding in from your teasing, but it only made the relief that much more pleasurable. Your other hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining as you run your thumb over his slit, already drooling with pre, to gather and spread it across the head before starting to thumb at the frenulum. It rips out a small groan from your lover, and he looks at you with puppy eyes as if to remind you he’s sensitive there, but what are you supposed to do when the glimmer in his eyes simultaneously begs you for more?

 

You kiss his scarred hand in response before gathering saliva into your mouth and spitting it out on his dick. Diluc scrunches his face at the vile sight, but you think it’s justified. It’s to make your job easier, after all. In spite of that, his thoughts are instantly thrown out the window the moment your grip on him strengthens and you finally start to stroke him fully. You set a rough pace from the get go, and it makes Diluc’s body cave in on itself as he leans down to capture your lips, attempting to mumble thank you’s in between his moans and desperate kisses.

 

You let go of his hand and he whines into your mouth, causing you to giggle. He’s a clingy little thing when he isn’t thinking straight, and you treasure every second of it. Diluc’s protests are quickly silenced when your hand moves to cradle his balls, tugging and fondling them to your heart’s content. Your lips appear to have a mind of their own as they travel down to his collarbone to pepper wet kisses on it, your warm breath lingering on his skin.

 

He’s just so beautiful, so strong and kind hearted, and there’s nothing more you want in this moment than for him to let go and succumb to the base desire he’s always seen as a bothersome chore. As for him, your gentle words combined with your touch, the two things Diluc has been so starved of, only serve to bring him closer to release. He lets out a pitiful whimper while arching closer into you, hands gripping your shoulders as he starts fucking into your hand to match your pace. 

 

All he can do is muffle his cries into your neck and hope that you’ll be merciful enough to let him off the hook. But Diluc wants to make you proud, so he musters up the courage to speak, to beg once more for you to give him the permission to cum, and for you to take the reigns for everything, including his orgasm, so that he can only finish when you order him to.

 

You watch his thrusts turn erratic and uneven until he’s almost unable to handle it, and for a moment, Diluc thinks you’re going to deny him like you’ve done before. The thought alone makes his stomach turn, and it elicits the fear in him that he didn’t work hard enough to earn your approval. However, he’s at a point where all he can do is bite into your shoulder and squeeze his eyes shut, trying to hold back, because he can barely think about anything else other than the filthy slick sound of your fist pumping him and the bliss you’re already granting so graciously.

 

In reality, he couldn’t be further away from the truth. You’re so proud of him, but despite how pleasurable it is to see him almost tip over the edge, you don’t want to cause frustration when your motive is to help him unwind. So while he desperately thrusts into the warmth of your hand and you pick up your speed, you beckon him to open his eyes and finally whisper the words he so badly needed to hear, the permission that coaxes him into a relieving orgasm accompanied by a long, drawn out moan as you slowly stroke him through it.

 

You wish you could capture Diluc’s face when he lets go like this. How his body trembles from the intensity of the pleasure he rarely indulges in, the way his pale cheeks turn into a crimson red that rivals the color of his hair, and how well the look of pleasure suits him. His body slumps over yours as he tries to regulate his breathing, and you use your clean hand to scratch at his scalp, mumbling praise into his ear as he relaxes into your embrace.

 

You hold every moment of this comfortable silence dear, wishing that time would stop so you could cherish it forever. Contentment washes over your body as you think about how you would give the world for this man, and that he would do the exact same for you.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Rose Recaps 2024 - Japan [Thailand | Korea.]

Ok, the individual show's recaps will be shorter in this one, because there are too many shows I've loved. I am partial to Japan, so it shouldn't be surprising.

We've had 4 different shows that had BL's within BL's. Which is a lot. And also kind of amazing. I'll start with those and then move on to all the others.

The Last One of 2023 and the First One of 2024 - I Became the Lead in a BL Drama: Crank up Edition

I love them and I can't believe I will get more of them this year. the comedy is great and they are both so earnest and adorable.

The One With the Slope - At 25:00 in Akasaka

They rewired my brain. One of my big obsessions of the year. The show within the show was used so efficiently. And Hayama. What a phenomenal character. I love pining boys, but this was on another level. A stand out moment was when Hayama finally chose himself and left Shirasaki before going too far, and tainting the beautiful memories they had created together.

The One With the Fourth Wall - A Man Who Defies the World of BL 3

Adding the making of a bl to this one was particularly interesting. That and the triangle made this season particularly fun to watch. Also Hatano was an incredible addition to the story and the filming of the bl was both adorable and heart breaking at times. A huge thanks to @ikeoji-subs for making it possible to watch.

The One With All the Tropes - Twilight Out of Focus

What a beautiful and lovely show. Just a gift for the eyes and a really fun and adorable watch. My favourite couple was the first, but I liked things about all of them. Such interesting use of tropes.

The One About Family - Ossan's Love Returns

I should thank @twig-tea everyday for convincing me to watch this one, even though I hadn't watch the previous ones. This is such a sweet show, with endearing characters and amazing family dynamics. Haruta and Maki deliver such sweet romance moments and Kurosawa makes me laugh so hard. It wasn't perfect but it was so so good.

The One With the Cutest Puppy - Sugar Dog Life

With so many disappointments, this show stands out by executing a simple and heart warming story really well. Isumi is the most adorable lonely boy and even though I wanted to strangle Amasawa at points, it all made sense in this context. They have great chemistry and their scenes together had a warmth that felt real.

The One With the Glass - Takara no Vidro

I will never get tired of someone falling for a crush because they were kind. It's something that Japan does a lot and I will always root for those characters. Taishin was such a beautiful character to watch grow and learn about his own feelings. And I adore Takara. His fear that his love for Taishin would bring out his possessiveness, and much like glass, if he held on too tight he might crush it, was heartbreaking to watch.

The One With the Succulents - Love Is a Poison

I just spoke a bit about it in my monthly breakdown so I'll just say one more thing about it. The visual effects in this show were used incredibly well, as were Shiba's insane dream sequences. The dropped green ink, the shine in the succulents and the heart eyes on Haruto. Perfection. Oh and the sound effects of the succulents. Freaking adorable.

The One With the Two Lonely Boys - Perfect propose

These two were looking for connection and a place to rest and found it in each other. It was short and gentle and sweet and managed to say a lot even though we only had them for 6 episodes.

The Other Magical Adaptation - Cherry Magic Anime

I would watch this story over and over again. And to have this one airing at the same time as the thailand adaptation was a joy. I feel the characters in this one are closest to the ones in the manga, they feel less perfect for lack of a better world. I want to rewatch this one soon.

The One With the Food and the Dog - Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

One of my new comfort watches. It's adorable in a very realistic way. The acting feels effortless, everybody feels comfortable in their roles, and all the supporting characters have purpose and play a part in the main romance. The best BL dog ever and all the food looked amazing and kept bringing me back to Kinou Nani Tabeta, which is not surprising since it shares a director with it. Thank you to @isaksbestpillow for allowing us to watch.

The One With the Amazing Women - She Loves to Cook, She Loves to Eat

I spoke about this one several times. I watched both seasons this year, my full review is here. I love all of them, although Kasuga holds a special place in my heart.

That's it for the breakdown by country. I still have one more post I wanna make with a couple of other bl's that I couldn't fit in these posts. Let's see if I find the time and the spoons for it. 💜

[taeghi]

fleeting summers by park sunghoon | (m) *TEASER*

RELEASE DATE : SUNDAY, JANUARY 28TH, 2024

♫ song : sunsetz by cigarettes after sex

summary : meeting park sunghoon in the small town your dad moved into this summer is as vibrant as the sunsets you witness. but, as summer fades away so does your time together. hopefully when the next summer comes your paths cross again under the same sunlit skies.

genre : smut, fluff, angst, sadness????? mDNi

▶ play song?

part of the enhypen series playlist

as the car winds its way through the quaint, sunlit streets of the small town, you sit in the passenger seat, your gaze fixated on the passing scenery. the town, a popular summer destination, boasts charming storefronts, and colourful welcoming banners and the air is tinged with sea salt and flowers. yet, despite the picturesque allure that surrounds you, there’s a palpable sense of reluctance lingering around you. this town, now your temporary residence for the summer, feels both enhancing and isolating.

since your parents divorce earlier this year, your dad had decided to move to this idyllic escape town that might be a dream for him, but definitely not for you. this town is a separation from the familiar comforts of your home and friends. you wish you could have spent the summer with your friends like usual. your traditions having to be failed this summer since you’ve been shipped away to stay with your father for almost two months.

the car finally turns into a narrow street lined with old wooden houses, and your new home comes into view. its rustic charm stands in stark contrast to the modern, more beachy houses that line the rest of the town. you can’t help but feel a sense of apprehension about spending the upcoming months in this solitary abode with only your dad for company.

this town may be beautiful, but the prospect of a summer away from the people and places you hold dear casts a shadow over the otherwise vibrant scene unfolding before you.

the creaking sound of the door echoes through the old house as you step inside the house, hearing your mother’s tires screech on the road as she avoids your dad. the air feels still as your dad hugs you and shows you around. you’re glad to see him, not being able to see him for months, but still, the dread of the long summer ahead of you ponders through your mind that your smile fails to show.

you walk into the room that is now yours for the next couple of months. its wooden floor echoing with every step, so different from the fluffy carpet of your bedroom back home. the walls seem to sigh, bearing the weight of countless lives that have lived here before your dad.

your gaze falls upon the bed- a new sanctuary of yours even though the mattress beneath your fingertips feels unfamiliar. it lacks the soft indentations that cradle you in the warmth and comfort of your own room. you lower yourself onto the bed, the lonely squeak of the springs accentuating the silence of the room. the sunlight filters through the thin curtains, casting a glow on the faded quilt your grandma had knitted you when you were a child.

as you lay there, staring at the wood ceiling that matches the wood walls and wood floors, a sense of displacement settles within you. the room, though quaint, holds no trace of your essence. you close your eyes, attempting to reconcile with the alien sensation of this bed that will be your haven for the upcoming weeks. there’s a certain hollowness of the room that you aren’t sure you will get used to.

the distant murmur of the town outside is a reminder that you can’t lay in this bed all summer. and that you had promised your dad you would be down for dinner soon. you sigh, filling the new, silent space that is now yours.

amidst the lively chatter and laughter that enveloped the beach, you at in solitude, your eyes tracing the rhythmic dance of the waves. the distant sounds of games and talking washed over you, but your attention was anywhere but. you had become quite good at ignoring everyone around you.

but as you glance to your left just once, your attention is drawn away to the presence of a lone figure sitting under a beach umbrella. a boy, seemingly ignoring everyone around him as well was immersed in the world of whatever book he was so intently reading.

he sat on a faded beach chair, an air of quiet confidence surrounding him as he turned the pages of the book that was sprawled open on his lap. The sun cast a gentle glow on the tendrils of his dark black hair, and the slight furrow of his thick browns hinted at the intensity with which he absorbed the words on the pages. his isolation mirrored yours, a shared desire for solace amidst the lively backdrop of the beach.

intrigued, you asked your dad who the boy with the book was.

you noticed his hesitant pause as he acknowledged the boy, his eyes briefly meeting yours before averting away, “that’s park sunghoon,”

you hum, “what’s he like?”

“he’s quiet, keeps to himself. but his family is nice, and well, they’re super rich.”

a smirk spread across your face in amusement at the hesitant introduction.

“and why doesn’t he hang out with the others?”

your dad shrugged, “he’s just like that, likes to be by himself.”

you go back into your own world until dusk starts approaching. as the sky starts to become painted with hues of amber and lavender, you reluctantly withdrew from the solace of your thoughts on the beach. walking alongside your dad, the grains of sand clung to your bare feet as you made your way to the diner once again.

glancing back towards the beach, your eyes inadvertently met those of the boy named park sunghoon. a mild surprise tinged your otherwise inscrutable expression, his gaze unwavering as you held it. a silent acknowledgement passing between you two. his eyes, dark and unreadable, seemed to mirror the guarded emotions you concealed with your own.

you held eye contact until you turn away, your dad seamlessly diverting your attention to the impending decision of dinner plans. park sunghoon’s face remained in your head for the entirety of dinner, having to restrain yourself from asking your dad more about park sunghoon and his family.

RELEASE DATE : SUNDAY, JANUARY 28TH, 2024

[loveemagicpeace]

🌙Moon in Synastry🌙

🌒Here is a description of the moons that fall in the houses. A person whose moon falls in a certain house feels this way around the person of the house. Keep in mind that there are also other connections here, which can then make the connection different than it is🌒

🎸Moon in 1st house- with this person, you will feel as if they can see your feelings and that you can express them. You feel that you can express your emotional nature through this person. You feel comfortable opening up the this person and sharing your personal side with them. You have an instinctual feeling that they “get you,” and that they'll be there for you.

💄Moon in 2nd house- you can feel that the person values ​​your feelings or gives you security. You will feel emotionally stable. This couple is going to have an interesting combination of unique financial insight and a stable financial base of operations. You find each other valuable. Maybe you can find many things to enjoy with this person.

💐Moon in 3rd house-with this person you will feel that you can say how you feel without thinking about it. Maybe talking with this person can help you a lot or give you the feeling that the person helps you a lot with emotional expression. They can talk a lot and exchange many topics. This can also create a friendly atmosphere. Or you can see this relationship as if this person is like a brother/sister to you.

🧸Moon in 4th house-you feel at home with this person, he makes you feel at home. You feel that he cares for you and that he loves you and you get a lot of warmth from him. It creates a very comfortable expression of emotions and at the same time it is also private - you want to create a special bond with this person. You feel deeply bonded to each other. The Moon person may feel like a parent to the 4th house person. With this overlay, both partners feel that your roots together go very deep. U feel deep bond to this person. And it can remind you of your childhood. You get the feeling that this person already knows you and you know them.

🌠Moon in 5th house-you will enjoy the company of this person and he can get a lot of fun out of you. Whenever you are with this person, you feel happy. They can do a lot together and have fun. At the same time, you can feel the romantic energy. You just feel like the house person is perfect. You feel an emotional connection. You especially seek them out for fun and pleasurable activities. Your dates and outings are fun.

🎇Moon in 6th house- you often feel productive and organized with this person. Many times you feel that this person brings out the best in you, which is for your health or routine or helps you build it. But you can sometimes feel that they may be criticizing your feelings or behavior. One of you tries endlessly to help and support the other. You may enjoy the feeling that you’re doing the right thing. You can also do a lot for this person. Or the person takes care of you and brings you everything you need.

🧜🏼‍♀️Moon in 7th house-you feel that you are building a beautiful relationship with this person that is permanent and long-term. Many times you can rely emotionally on this relationship. You can feel good about expressing your feelings and sharing them with this person. For both partners, being together simply feels natural to you. You may want to be together all the time. You complement each other: one of you ebbs while the other flows. The two of you are open and accepting of each other.

🦋Moon in 8th house-you may feel that the person sees your deep feelings or that your relationship is deeper and more real. At the same time, you can feel trapped by the feelings you have for this person. It's like you don't want to show or share them with that person (many things can be hidden). You may feel that you are never emotionally fulfilled, even though the person does a lot for you, but you don't always see it that way. It can also create a lack of trust. 8th house is intense house and it will always feel like obsession, jealousy or possessiveness. Because you feel that the person is taking away your power.

🐚Moon in 9th house-it creates a very positive atmosphere and with this person you feel as if he is always inspiring you and giving you new information. But you can also idealize a person. The Moon person brings out the best in the house person. The house person senses this, and they may become emotionally attached to the Moon person. But you can feel optimistic, fun with this person and they can bring out the fun side in you.

🩵Moon in 10th house-means that you and your partner have a powerful bond that connects you where it matters most—emotions. The Moon in the 10th House in synastry represents values and security in one’s life partner. It is the desire to create something that will outlast one’s lifetime; hence, “build a legacy” with their partner. This aspect takes on greater significance in synastry. It can indicate a shared family background or an immediate family connection between the partners.

🪴Moon in 11th house- this moon is very good for friendships. With this person, you will feel that you can create a good atmosphere. You can share similar dreams and goals with this person. You can share friends or people in common. With this person, you feel that they give you freedom and at the same time accept you as you are. You instinctively feel at ease around the house person. The house person sense this, and then also feels very relaxed around the Moon person. Both of you feel that you can be yourself in this relationship. This placement is the most comfortable for you to feel that you can be you with the person.

🫧Moon in 12th house- this person makes you feel spiritual and dreamy. Sometimes it's like things aren't real. It can be a very beautiful bond that you feel with a person (like some kind of connection that you can't even explain yourself). But it can create a lack of trust and security. There may be no logical basis for a lack of trust, but your gut feelings keep you both uncertain of each other. Pain can go very deep. Because you are not aware of how you feel, you can only find out later how you feel. Sometimes emotions can be covered up or you have the feeling that you feel something, but then you realize that none of it was true.

-Rebekah🎨🧸🫧

[fumekara]

MORE THAN ANYTHING 

Kento Nanami x Gn reader 

n/a: English is not my first language, besides, this Fic comes from a draft taken some time ago. I hope you enjoy it. It is my first time back to writing in a long time. 

Tw: Just pure fluff and soft sfw, I would like to specify that this post does not contain any type of sexual content. The title is inspired by HH's song. 

WC: 1.1K

That night you could not fall asleep.

After turning yourself several times on the sheets of the bed, on which you had lain a couple of hours before, you looked at the half-open door through which a dim light filtered from the living room, giving the bedroom a thread of light in the darkness of the night.

You hoped your man would decide to drop the papers and paperwork he often brought home from work and come to bed with you, wrapping you in his arms so you could finally sleep in complete bliss as you usually did.

"I'll be right with you, it won't take long," he had told you when you proposed to sleep with him after you both went through a long day at work.

However, this was one of those evenings when Kento would spend hours on the kitchen table filling out paperwork late into the night. Although he hated office work, he was always diligent and meticulous when it came to completing his tasks.

It was a characteristic that made you feel proud of the man you loved, yet no matter how responsible and careful he was in managing his time and energy, you were sure he was beginning to place less importance on his rest. You wanted so much for him to give up those silly practices and take the rest he deserved.

After staring at the ceiling for an hour, you sat on your side of the bed, shivering from the sudden cold due to the lack of blankets, and looking at the bedside table you saw that 00:50 was written on the screen. And even today he worked late 

You got up and, making as little noise as possible, took small steps towards the living room.

Kento was writing something on his laptop, surrounded by a pile of papers divided into folders of various kinds lit by the light of the monitor and the lamp you kept in the corner of the kitchen.

He noticed your presence and gave you a small, tired smile, giving your heart some warmth.

"Are you still awake, love?" He asked as he leaned against the back of the chair.

"I could tell you the same thing," you replied a little sleepily, returning the smile and moving closer to the blond. As sorry as you are that he was exhausted from work, you couldn't help but think about how handsome he was. Even though you'd been together for a few years, the love you felt for this man had always had that effect on you. I've been waiting for you,' you said, heading towards him. 

You sit on his lap and he wraps his big arms around you, you notice that the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and show off his forearms, something he always did when he came home. Leaning his head on your shoulder and inhaling deeply, he loses himself in your scent and warmth. Suddenly all the tiredness he had put aside to work on his papers came over him like a wave of a stormy sea, but the fact that you were there with him gave him a feeling of comfort.

He always felt at home with you. 

"I'm sorry Y/N". He rubbed his head in the crook of your neck "I was late again without me noticing" he said, planting a chaste kiss on an exposed spot on your shoulder.

Gently you brushed his hair back with one hand, while with the other you closed the laptop he was working on just now, making it clear that it was time for him to take the rest he so richly deserved.

"Come to sleep, Kento, it's not good for you to stay here late and I miss you," you said as you rested your head on his soft hair on your cheek.

"I know, you're right," he lifted his chin, placing a kiss on your neck, "I don't like leaving you alone either."

Lifting your head slightly, you turned to stare at him, touching his cheek lovingly as you looked intently into his eyes.

Pure love

You couldn't have found any other words to describe the way he looked at you whenever you were in situations like this, alone, with no one else to interrupt you, without Gojo, just the two of you. He made you feel loved, important, and you often thought back to the moment you realized you had fallen in love with him.

As a result, Nanami couldn't understand how he could have you in his life, how lucky he was to have you and how much he regretted making you go through nights like this when he left you alone. He felt selfish and the only thing he wanted at that moment was to go to bed and wrap you in his arms with your head against his chest. 

You remained in that position for a long time, a wonderful feeling for both of you. He placed his face on yours and then gave you a kiss on the cheek savoring the aroma.

Without saying anything, you got up from his lap, took his hand without taking your eyes off his and, after switching off the lights, slowly guided him towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm sorry I don't spend much time with you," he said as he shed his work clothes, "I don't want you to stay up because of me, but I appreciate you doing so." After slipping into his sweatpants, he settled next to you in bed as you wrapped him with the quilt.

"You don't have to apologize for working so hard, you have done and are doing a great job. I just want you not to overdo the work, everyone deserves a break and you especially." After turning off the lights you lie down beside him and feel him encircling your waist with his arm "Don't think you are being mean to me Kento, you always do so much for me, you show me that every day and remind me every time you look at me." 

In the darkness you could glimpse his small smile that made your heart melt.

"Come here," he told you as he felt butterflies in his stomach, as if he had managed to fall in love with you even more than before.

More than anything. 

You felt his grip envelop you even more as you brought faces closer and met lips in a chaste, soft, pure kiss. 

When you pulled away, you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

"I love you Y/N."

"I love you too, darling." 

You both fell asleep wrapped in bliss.

[happykinzz]

Brian Thomas x Tim Wright Headcanons

This was kinda written erratically cause I'm sleep deprived lol, enjoy!

-They first became friends when they were assigned as dormmates in College-

-They started talking and hanging out more ( kinda hard not to do when you live in the same place), and it didn't take long for Brian to realize that Tim had a lack of social experience-

-So he takes Tim everywhere, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums, restaurants, places Tim didn't go to often as a child-

-He doesn't judge Tim for not knowing social cues or how certain things work, even if Tim asks what would be an obvious question to most people, Brian will reply with that sweet smile and a helpful answer-

-Anyone who ostracizes Tim for how he act or behaves will most certainly be getting more than a mouthful from Brian-

-In return, Tim also teaches Brian many things, and sticks up for him when Brian won't stick up for himself-

-He introduces Brian to tacky horror flicks, and gets Brian interested in dark literature and woodworking, things Brian would come to like a lot!-

-If anyone is being a d!ck to Brian (*cough cough* Alex *cough cough*), Tim will not hesitate to let that person know how he feels and demand an apology from them-

-They both do lots of acts of service for each other, Tim makes lunches for Brian, and Brian always likes to do hard labor like mowing the lawn / fixing their car for Tim ( even though Tim can do it himself and always argues so)-

-Brian confessed to Tim at a Frat Party, while they were on the roof of the house, looking at constellations in the sky-

-While Tim has been pining for Brian for awhile, he felt reluctant at the start but pretty quickly opened up to the idea of dating Brian-

-They're both head over heels for each other-

-They date privately for at least a year though, cause y'know, it's Alabama-

-The first person they come out to is Jay-

-Then eventually Jessica, Amy, Alex, and Sarah, in that order-

-While on school vacation, they take trips together across the state-

-They always stop for roadside attractions, and take their time looking at everything they see, they're in no hurry-

-Brian takes a lot of photos of Tim, on his laptop he has a whole folder dedicated to photos of him-

-Whenever Brian takes Tim out on date, he is the sweetest gentleman ever-

-One time he even put his coat down over a puddle for Tim to step on-

-Tim got so flustered over it and could only mumble things like "you didn't have to do that" and "oh stawp it you"-

-You know they're gonna spoil each other on Christmas, Birthdays, and Valentines Day-

-The only difference is that Tim starts crying because he has never had anyone show him so much love and kindness before-

-This definately throws Brian off the first time it happens and he's so worried that Tim didn't like his gift and offers to get him something better and all that-

-They rent and watch movies a lot together, the people at the movie store know them as "the two guy friends that always come in and sometimes smack each other's ass"-

-Tim eventually opens up to Brian about his past and his condition, which further motivates Brian to do good in his Psychology class so that he can help Tim somehow ( don't forget he's a Psychology major girlies)-

-Tim likes the sound of Brian's heartbeat, whenever they cuddle Tim is always on Brian's chest-

-Brian doesn't mind because he loves being able to run his fingers though Tim's smooth hair and being able to kiss his temple-

-Tim is also very warm too, and Brian is cold all the time so needless to say they cuddle a lot-

-Brian's main way of showing affection is through physical contact, and Tim is suuupper touched starved so it's a match made in heaven-

-Tim thinks Brian is like the Sun, always bringing warmth and happiness with him wherever he goes, while glowing with a radiance that brings you comfort and makes you feel secure-

-Brian thinks Tim is like a pearl, a coveted rarity that everyone desires, standing out in a crowd of oysters. If they were ever to get married Brian would totally propose to Tim with a ring that has pearls in it-