#and teeth always pick the worst moments to fall out

[rxttenfish]

cracking myself up thinking about miranda lamenting to her wife that, UGH, REPLACING TEETH IS SO ANNOYING, she wishes she could do it like aaravi and just have one set and get it all done and over with at once.

[screampied]

whiny toji was something i did know i needed till now🧍🏼‍♀️

now what about whiny sukuna👀👀 in his domain👀👀

-👁️

riding sukuna until he whines ★

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, whiney sukuna, brief choking, praise, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, mdni.

“oh, fine. do your worst, brat,” the curse would snicker with a sly grin stretching against the very curvature of his crimson pink lips. he’s not taking you serious.

then again, it’s rare for the sukuna ryomen to ever take you, his precious favorite human serious. you enlighten him so to speak, he cherishes the time he spends with you . . including the moments where you’re entrapped with him in his own domain. you’ve never had the patience though, as you’re straddling his lap— you’re hovering over his leaky tip and his fangs poke out into a mere, wicked smile. “givin’ up now? what’s with the hesitation, little one?” and a hand of his runs down the sides of your waist, a smirk pulling against his lips once he hums in amusement. “scared ‘m gonna stretch you out like last time?”

“no one’s scared,” you reply with an eye roll, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. sukuna hums, multiple eyes flickering at you, taking in your beauty. a broad hand of his slings around your waist before giving it a tight squeeze. “just shut up ‘n lie back, ‘kuna.”

“not likin’ that attitude,” he grumps—crossing the upper part of his two arms before parting his legs. he was very beefy, the size difference between the two of you was almost adorable. another broad hand of his brings you closer, a hiss snakes from his lips as he feels your folds gradually swallow his frenulum. “but like i said, do your worst. i’ll be nice ‘n try not to fall asleep, heh.”

you were always annoyed with the smug, complacent smile that’s forevermore printed onto the curses lips. as you’re taking him down, it feels warm. he groans at the way your gummy walls easily clamp down against him.

easy, two of his hands grab onto your waist before he leans back against his throne. “you’re too cocky for your own good sometimes, ‘kuna,” and his eyes flicker at you. the nerve, he’d let you get away with saying almost anything to him.

the only reason why—simply because you were known as his favorite,

“and you’re too bratty for your own good,” he replies back with wit, the roughness in his tone making you throb. sukuna was so close to your ear, you inch closer until you’re met with his chest. perfectly toned pecs—soft toned pecs rubbing against your own, you can feel how perky his nipples were, brushing against the fabric of his cottony made kimono. inside his domain— it was dark, a mere scary glimpse of his own perfect little world. and yet, here he was sharing it with you. he sucks his teeth, your cunt holds him tight, refusing to let go and his head goes back. “my, perhaps you’ve missed me a lot more than you let on.”

so cocky,

with an eye roll, you lean in for a kiss— the demon returns it, a free hand of his wrapping around your throat whilst you’re taking him fully.

your hips start to sway, picking up a decent rhythm before you moan in his mouth. he skims a thumb down the aisle of your throat, feeling the vibrations that’s continuously flees from your voice. so harmonic, the sweet sounds you always made for him was a song he’d constantly listen to if he could.

“ugh,” he grunts, pulling away—a glimmering mixture of his own saliva departs away from your lips as he stares at you blankly. he’s almost in disbelief. with your arched hips in mere constant rotation, a raw groan rips from his lips. he finds it cute. the small prints of your fingers wrap around his throat, never once leaving eye contact. “you’re a kinky little girl today, huh. got no right choking m-me.”

sukuna’s voice falters all of sudden, he lets off a sharp gasp. the plump tip of his dick abruptly thumping against a specific spot deep inside of your swollen cunt. it hits it again, and again, and again,

he’s getting a bit sensitive. sukuna’s caught off guard—especially with how not only you’re choking him gingerly, but resuming to grind your sweet hips against him. so warm, you ride his lap like it’s your own personal throne. the middle parts of his back slumps against his royal seat as he gnaws on his lip. his breaths become significantly heavy and he already sounds like he’s running out of breath.

languidly,

your hips stutter against him—the hefty size of his cock rummages all through your pussy before you conceal yet another moan.

sukuna groans, feeling you lean up close to pierce the crowns of your teeth into the depths of his skin. lolling out your damp tongue, you savor the curses taste. he tastes sweet, almost salty but of course candied. a hand of his reaches near the outer cusps of your ass before a long nail of his carved light against your skin. moaning yourself, you seep your tongue canines into his neck to leave a mark and he grunts— yet this time, instead of his usual gruff tone that booms throughout his infamous, blood-curdling domain, for the first time in centuries or ever, sukuna ryomen whimpers.

it slips out of him easily, and oh is he embarrassed once he sees the dumbfounded expression of yours turn into straight smugness.

the whine spews from his ancient lips and he’s not fond of this feeling at all— he’s so deep into the very pits of your lower abdomen, making you feel every staggering inch of his cock and he sucks his teeth in desperation. a finger of yours slips through his kimono, trailing against his sculpted abs before you lean up close to him to whisper.

“aw,” you giggle with a hum shortly following, the rupture his dick makes within you almost gives your legs a good enough excuse to give up. running a finger down his undercut, you’re met with the meanest glare. “all that sass and you’re a whiny baby, sukuna,” and you thrust your hips against him further. the massive weight of his balls slapping back against your skin and he tenses up. broad shoulders raise before he whines again, although this time— it’s from feeling you kiss near the neglected corner of his lips. “who knew the king of curses could be a cute whiner.”

“s-shut up, mortal,” he groans, the sensitivity of his cock repeatedly thrashes against your g-spot. sukuna’s too caught off guard that he doesn’t even realize he ends up finishing early.. too early,

thick stringy ropes end up shooting into you, it’s warm and sticky. you pause your hips—relishing in the hotness of his spurts of seed that trickles its way into you. sukuna’s spasming out underneath you, it’s so cute to see. his jaw hangs open, the most lewdest whimpers leaving out of his throat before the veins that run within his bulky arms pulse. he’s seeing everything but the vision; the vision of you straddling his lap, staring into his eyes with that cheeky grin.

submissive sukuna,

you lean in to kiss him whilst he’s still dumping an entire gluey load of cum into you. such satiny ropes, he sloppily returns the favor, breath heavy and sheets of sweat pouring down the sides of his face. “goodness,” and his voice— it’s not as confident as it was, you hear a slight tremor in it and it’s cute. he’s still heaving, clingy walls continue to grip around him before his fangs nip at your bottom lip. “a-ah, got me soundin’ like a worthless p—”

“shh, baby,” you purr, and he’s like puffy folding in your hands. once cruel and sadistic eyes—now all droopy and full of heart eyes at your very expense. he calms down from the strokes of your hand against his face and he shudders, trying to pull into another kiss but you stop him. he whines again. “oh, does the demon want another kiss?”

he nods, that same cute grump of a scowl returning to his lips before he sighs. “give me a kiss.”

“not when you ask like that, ‘kuna,” you tease and his eye twitches, again— the nerve..

he feels the way his cum starts to ooze out between your thighs and he glowers at you. such a baby, you lean in to kiss his pout away and his arms go back to being crossed. “say pretty please.”

“perish.”

“fine kiss yourself,” you roll your eyes with a sly smile, preparing to make your way off the demons lap until he holds you tight. two strong arms grabbing you,

so clingy . .

with a scoff, he looks away—a cute tint rising to his face before he mumbles. “give me a kiss, pretty please.”

“that’s a good demon,” you giggle, slinging your arms around him before pressing him a soft, wet kiss. he whines at your taste, wanting nothing more than to savor it. his tongue curls against yours before he feels your hips start to pick up again. he moans, his left thigh twitching before your bouncing accelerates. he was still so sensitive, and yet here he was, like dough mending underneath you.

a while after, you pull away and he pouts— hiding his face into the very crook of your neck. sukuna snarls, nibbling against your skin before whining out a low, raspy, “i- i need a minute,” and he hides more of his sweetened whimpers into your neck. “don’t move. we’re gonna stay like this, f-fuck.”

[lyrefromthesea]

Hello 💙 Please could I request hashira x hashira!reader where the hashira find out their rival/friend hashira is also secretly pining for the reader 💙💙

Male hashira x reader - Love is a game and I'll win.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none, reader is completely clueless of their feelings towards them

Tengen and Obanai:

who would've thought that polar opposites could fall in love with the same person? certainly not them.

it should've went well. he should've been able to talk to you, slowly make you feel comfortable around him, make your feelings change until you fall for him too.

however, when Tengen wanted to go see the fireworks with you, you had declined, saying that Obanai had already invited you.

and when Obanai asked you to go eat with him on another day, you had declined, saying Tengen had already invited you.

it was clear that you weren't at fault, so they weren't mad at you. but at each other? how come you nearly always had something to do with his seemingly biggest rival?

today had probably been their worst encounter yet. you sat under a tree, enjoying the wind carry the scent of sweet flowers. that's when Tengen came.

"hey, beautiful! have you ever thought of-" he stopped before he could finish, looking past you when he finally reached the tree you were under.

he hadn't seen from far away, but Obanai was sitting right next to you, now glancing up at the other man.

"yes, Uzui?" you asked, wondering what he wanted to say. he eventually started talking again, realizing that this could be a great moment to teach Obanai who held more of your affection.

"i was wondering if you'd like to visit the new onsen with me?" he continued, only for Obanai to clear his throat and steal your attention.

"actually, i wanted to invite you visit the onsen with me." Obanai countered. you looked at the two man, who seemingly carried some tension between them.

"how about we all go together?" you asked.

long story short, you could only book a bath for one person, forcing everyone to go to separate areas. both of them should've payed more attention, but hey, at least you enjoyed it.

Gyomei and Rengoku:

"excuse me, i'll go get some more tea. if i knew they both of you would come today, i would've surely made more." you laughed, standing up and leaving Gyomei and Rengoku alone.

the silence between them felt thick, heavy with the truth they'd put together.

Rengoku noticed the way Gyomei smiled at you, thanking you as he got another cup of tea. Gyomei picked up on the slight difference in Rengoku's tone that seemingly only a blind man could notice.

"Himejima, do not understand me wrong with this, but could it be.." the male with the vibrant hair stopped, glancing at the other for a moment. "do you like [name]?"

Gyomei went silent, slowly rubbing the beads in his hand, as if he was pondering on an answer. he put them down when he came to a decision.

"i ought to believe that we share the same feelings." he answered, waiting for the other's answer. Rengoku nodded, eventually answering with a small "yes".

both of them knew how problematic this situation could turn out to be. what if you chose the other one? or worse, what if you chose neither of them?

in the end, they couldn't decide who you'd fall in love with, nor did they think they could decide for you.

a silent nod on both sides ensured their agreement. they wouldn't interfere with the other's attempts to grow close to you, but they'd do their best to win you over.

may the best win.

Sanemi and Giyuu:

what the hell? what the absolute hell?

did he just see Tomioka smile at you, giving you the sweets everybody knew you loved. Sanemi gritted his teeth in anger, he wasn't a blind man.

every person with eyes in their head could see that Giyuu had taken a liking to you - the hashira Sanemi came to love and appreciate.

slamming his hand against the wall, Sanemi trapped Giyuu right in front of him. "what the hell do you think you're doing, Tomioka?"

"what do you mean?" he asked, blue eyes narrowing at the way Sanemi spat his words out. it wasn't hard to guess that the male was mad. again.

"do you think we're stupid? you just handed over [name]'s favourite food." he said - accused him. Giyuu thought for a moment, staring at Sanemi.

"i'm.. are you.." Giyuu's mouth went dry, glancing at Sanemi once more. "do you like [name]?"

Sanemi's eyes widened a fraction, his gaze hardening after a moment. "who cares?"

"you're acting all high and mighty and yet here you are, trying to become [name]'s loyal lap dog, Tomioka."

Giyuu put on a colder facade in return, his eyes growing hard and icy. "i envy you for believing this would solve your problems. perhaps [name] would talk to you some more if you'd grow some guts, Shinazugawa."

Sanemi's hand flew up and grabbed Giyuu's collar, face coming closer in a threatening manner. "why you-"

he stopped talking when he saw the other man's eyes widen, but he wasn't looking at Sanemi. Sanemi turned around, his own eyes widening in disbelief when he saw you standing there.

your cheeks were flushed, hand covering your mouth. "i.. i didn't mean to disturb the two of you. i'll go, sorry!"

it was clear that you couldn't have heard them, otherwise Giyuu would've seen you earlier. this lead the two of them with only one possible outcome: you had only seen the compromising position they were in, bodies nearly pressed together.

they watched you run away, disappearing behind the next corner. Sanemi let go of Giyuu, not taking his eyes off the place you had just stood in.

great, now they had a ton of explaining to do, otherwise neither of them would be able to grow close to you.

[rubyvhs]

early mornings | sam & dean

tags. pure fluff, mentions of sex once, 800 words lailas notes. loved doing this, first time trying headcannons style nd you didn’t specify so I did both sam and dean. theme inspired by @sammyluvr their’s is honestly so so gorgeous.

sam winchester !

— .✦ You both had sex the night prior, and so Sam is the sweetest human in the morning. It's in the bunker and you're still asleep but he wakes up for his five am runs and just admires you for ten minutes.

— .✦ You eventually wake up and at first are very much panicking. Where is he, did you do something wrong, is he mad.

— .✦ He comes back with breakfast. In bed. 

— .✦ "Sam, I'm really impressed that your best quality isn't your di—"

— .✦ "I'm trying to do something sweet." Yeah but why would he do it if not to hear your teasing?

— .✦ You also just hide your insecurities behind jokes and banter so maybe that's why Sam shut it down when he heard it. You both eat in bed and he picked up your favorite which makes you fall in love (and scream inside) a thousand times more. 

— .✦ You're so insanely terrified but you're also comfortable. He's your best friend and now he's something so much more. You thought yesterday was a one off but he's so clearly in this for the long run that you're beaming the entire day. It's the best morning you've ever had.

— .✦ He even tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, which is just so very fairytale Sammy. And it makes you feel unreal. 

— .✦ He's surprised when you kiss him after you're both done and off the bed. He's even more surprised when you don't immediately leave his room, instead shower in his bathroom and change into his clothes. 

— .✦ He kisses you the second he sees you in his flannel. And he blushes like crazy.

— .✦ Sam hopes he can spend the rest of his mornings in bed with you, and if all it takes is some breakfast he's more than ready.

— .✦ He tells Dean he'll be looking for cases in his room today and doesn't let you go. He never wants the morning to end. He spends the day in bed with you, your head on his lap or his chest, anything as long as you're touching him. 

dean winchester !

— .✦ Your alarm blares AC/DC and he wakes up with a jump, arming his gun under the pillow until he sees that there's no threat.

— .✦ He almost wakes you up just out of principal because why the fuck is your alarm doing nothing to you but waking him win a frenzy.

— .✦ Then he notices how cute you look, hair ruffled on the bed. Your soft breaths make him smile and he leans down to kiss your hair. He's blissed out for a moment and forgets about what you did to him. 

— .✦ Then he checks the time and it's already eleven which means that was your emergency alarm (in case you don't wake up at a reasonable time, you mentioned once). 

— .✦ "Sweetheart, wake up." He says, against his will. He only slightly shakes you but you get up pretty easily since someone else is touching you. You've always been a much heavier sleeper than Dean, not being a hunter from such a young age and all that.

— .✦ He's surprised to see how quickly you get up and into the bathroom to brush your teeth and take a shower (which he joins you in) and then get dressed.

— .✦ But that's about as much as he lets you do. He knows you're an action type of person but that means that sometimes you might not take a moment for yourself and just feel instead, which is the worst thing Dean can think of. 

— .✦ He doesn't want that for you so he gets you back in bed (after he makes it, you're very picky) and you spend a good few minutes above him, straddling his body as you both talk about random things, mostly the plan for the day and it's the most domestic Dean's ever felt. 

— .✦ Your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, it's everything he's ever wanted. Someone to want to be alive with because the only reason you stay alive is to share it with someone else. (After a while Sam doesn't cut it and he'd rather have you over his pain-in-the-ass little brother any time.)

— .✦ You eventually do get on with the day and walk around the bunker, find cases, go grocery shopping, but Dean only does all of those things in suspense of what's to come the next morning; which is another lazy few hours with this ‘one’.

[demensrage]

g for get some fun ⚊ • . with itachi and shisui uchiha

summary: training can be fun, but it's more fun when your favorite people decide to give you their full attention. under their care, training will always be fun.

cw: threesome, double penetration, oral (f/m. receiving), fingering, breeding kink, dirty talk, tits sucking.

wordcount: 6.6k

note: english is not my firts lenguage so please forgive me for the grammatical errors I may commit.

© demensrage 2024. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

Your body trembled with pure rage, so intense that even your muscles hurts. You watched the sun rise on the horizon as you kept ranting, hurling shurikens over and over at the tree in front of you, as if those small weapons could tear away the burning anger from that public humiliation. The scene with your instructor was still seared into your mind.

"No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be anyone." Those words stabbed into your brain like a sharp kunai. How dare he say that to you? He was just a fool consumed by envy. Sure, you hadn’t awakened the Sharingan yet, but your life had been relatively peaceful. You hadn’t faced the darkness needed to activate those eyes that defined your clan.

After throwing the last shuriken, you let out a deep sigh and raised your hands to the sky, stretching. Waking up early to train hadn’t been the best idea, but you felt that need, that urgency to prove your instructor wrong. It didn’t matter that he thought you were destined for mediocrity. You knew your future would be different.

You were more angry than exhausted, and just as you walked to pick up the shurikens embedded in the tree, you realized there was nothing in front of you anymore. You frowned, puzzled, and quickly glanced around. No one was there. You clenched your teeth, biting the inside of your cheek, and cursed quietly.

Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your head, a playful pat. You spun around quickly, ready to defend yourself, but the shurikens reappeared stuck in the tree as if they had never disappeared. And there, standing right in front of you, was Itachi, looking at you with an innocent expression, but his activated Sharingan told a different story. That intense crimson, with its perfect black tomoe, stirred a mix of admiration and envy in you. The power you so longed to have was right in front of you, and in him, it seemed so natural, as if it required no effort.

"You keep falling for the same trick," said a familiar voice behind you, full of amusement.

When you turned to face him, it wasn’t Itachi who moved, but Shisui, who in a swift and carefree motion, stole a kiss from you. It was fleeting, almost ethereal, but it left a burning spark on your lips.

Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you with a playful smile, while Itachi stood still in front of you, calm, as if it had all been just another prank between friends.

You couldn’t understand what had changed that suddenly both Shisui and Itachi had started behaving in this strangely affectionate way. Shisui, usually playful but reserved, was now stealing kisses as if it were a regular thing, and worst of all, Itachi, who had always been colder and more calculating, didn’t seem upset or surprised, but... almost complicit.

When did it start being like this? You felt confused. It was as if overnight the dynamic between the three of you had changed without warning, and you were left stuck in the middle, not understanding the new rules of the game. You had trained with them for years, shared missions, laughter, and moments of tension, but they had never dared to cross that line.

You decided not to overthink it, letting it be, because for some reason, it felt... right. As if everything had finally fallen into place, as if this, what was happening between the three of you, was meant to be. It was a strange feeling, but comforting, as if you had been resisting something inevitable for a long time, and now, by letting it flow, everything felt in harmony.

"Did we miss something?" Itachi asked as he picked up your shurikens from the tree for you. His tone was calm, but his words snapped you back to reality. "You seem distracted." His gaze softened, and then he added, with a comforting calmness, "You know, you shouldn't pay attention to what your instructor says."

You watched him approach slowly, and before you could respond, Itachi smiled at you with a tenderness he rarely showed. With a simple but familiar gesture, he gently ruffled your hair. The usual coldness on his face had completely vanished in that moment.

Your breath caught for a moment when his lips brushed against yours with a softness you hadn't expected. It was a kiss so gentle yet deep in its intent, as if he'd been watching how you'd sought the same from Shisui and was now offering it to you on his behalf.

Your thoughts, still a bit disorganized by the sudden change in his behavior, quieted completely. Itachi's kiss had something different. Where Shisui was playful, Itachi was measured and sure.

The question surged back into your mind, like an echo reverberating in your thoughts. You had lost count of how many times those small, intimate gestures had become so commonplace. It had all started in the privacy of one of their rooms, stolen moments that now seemed not to matter at all. The brush of their hands, the glances that lingered a little longer than usual, the silences filled with meaning… Everything had evolved into something much more open, and intimacy had ceased to be a secret.

It was as if they were claiming you as part of them, as if you somehow belonged to their world. You were theirs, only theirs. Right? You always had been, hadn’t you? On reflection, there had never been another friend in their lives besides you. They never talked about other girls with that kind of closeness, and you never saw them interact with other women in a romantic way. Really, they were always where you were.

The realization clicked in your mind immediately, like a gear perfectly fitting into place. You weren’t theirs; they were yours. That idea, once vague, now shone with clarity. They were your friends, your confidants, but also something more. They belonged to you just as much as you did to them.

Itachi was only older than you by less than three months, but that had never been an obstacle. You had known each other since infancy, sharing laughter and tears in a corner of the world that had always belonged to the both of you. Then came Shisui, who joined the friendship you and Itachi shared. He fit in instantly, as if he were the missing piece of a puzzle that had always been incomplete.

Now that you thought about it, they had always orbited around you. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but every gesture and every word took on new meaning. The way they protected you, how they comforted you in difficult moments, or how they allowed you to sleep on them when fatigue overtook you. It was a subtle but profound bond, built on years of trust and loyalty.

You could remember those moments when they carried you in their arms when you asked for help, those instances of vulnerability where you allowed their closeness to envelop you like a warm coat. You tried to recall a time when they weren’t by your side, and it was like searching for a shadow in the dark: it simply didn’t exist. Not even the one time they had denied you something felt real.

They were always there, always ready to offer their support. You were the center of their world, and they were yours. With each revelation, the feeling of belonging grew stronger. It wasn’t just friendship; it was a bond that transcended simple companionship. You were important to them, and the idea that they also belonged to you began to settle deep within your soul.

With every look you shared with Itachi and every laugh exchanged with Shisui, you realized you had never been alone. And now, as you accepted that the love and intimacy they offered you weren’t just gifts but a promise, you felt yourself opening up to a future that had always been there, waiting to be claimed.

"You’re distracted again," said Itachi, frowning as if he could see through the façade you were trying to maintain. "If it’s because of what the instructor said…"

"It’s not that," you replied immediately, letting out a radiant smile that lit up your face. The sunlight seemed to reflect off your cheeks as you tried to downplay his words. "It’s just that I woke up really early."

You couldn’t simply admit that, more than ever, you liked the idea of being part of what they had agreed upon in private. It was a secret that pulsed between the three of you, a connection that felt more intense with each little gesture, each shared smile. Now that you thought about it, the idea of what was happening, though it still lacked a defined name, filled you with a warmth you couldn’t ignore.

Shisui, who had been a step behind, moved a little closer, his smile full of complicity. "Maybe we should train together," he suggested, with that playful air that was so characteristic of him. "That way we can make sure you don’t get lost in thought for too long."

The idea of spending time alone with them, training and joking around, filled you with a barely contained excitement. It was a perfect moment, an opportunity to explore that bond that was forming, that connection that felt more natural with each passing day. You knew you liked what was happening, and now that you were starting to accept it, the possibility of it all becoming something more filled you with anticipation.

You nodded immediately, feeling the excitement grow inside you. "That sounds perfect," you said, carefully taking the shurikens from Itachi’s hand, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment that sent a pleasant shiver through you.

Shisui watched you, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Are you ready to be defeated?” he asked, his playful tone contrasting with the seriousness of the training.

“Defeated? I think you’re mistaken,” you replied, feeling the adrenaline start to flow. “I’m not going to let that happen.” With every word, your determination grew stronger.

“Come on,” Itachi said, his voice firm but filled with a strange warmth. “Show me what you’ve learned.”

With a confident smile, you got into position, feeling the solid ground beneath your feet. You knew your strength lay in hand-to-hand combat, and you were determined to use that to your advantage. However, part of you was aware that, with Itachi and Shisui as your opponents, the odds were against you. Both were prodigies, and while training with them made you better, you knew you’d need more than strength to take them on.

With a swift movement, you launched yourself toward them, knowing the key would be staying unpredictable and taking advantage of any opening you could find.

You let yourself fall heavily onto the grass, exhaustion taking over every muscle in your body. Drops of sweat trickled down your forehead, some lost in the grass while others continued their path down to your jaw. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, desperately seeking oxygen to calm your body’s frantic rhythm after the intense training.

“Just five minutes, okay?” you gasped, covering your face with the back of your left hand while the other rested on your stomach. The contact with the cool air helped you recover, but you knew those five minutes would likely turn into more if you didn’t get up soon.

From your position on the ground, you heard the calm footsteps of Itachi and Shisui approaching. Itachi crouched down beside you with his usual calmness, while Shisui plopped down heavily next to you, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“Five minutes, you say,” Shisui commented, clearly less exhausted than you but pretending to be amusingly exasperated. “I’m surprised you’re not asking for ten yet.”

Itachi looked at you with a small smile on his lips before gently lowering himself onto the grass as well, although remaining more composed. “You’ve improved a lot,” he remarked in his calm tone, as if the combat hadn’t affected him as much.

“I have the best trainers,” you replied with a tired smile, still covering part of your face with your arm. Even though you were exhausted, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of inner satisfaction from Itachi’s words and Shisui’s complicity. After all, training with them was a privilege, and every day made you improve just a little more.

Shisui chuckled softly, gazing up at the sky. “Of course, we’re a marvel,” he joked, though there was a hidden sincerity in his tone.

“It’s not just because of us,” Itachi retorted, looking at you warmly. “You have talent, and you know it.”

Those words made your heart skip a beat. You had heard compliments before, but when they came from them, the impact was different, deeper. You knew both of them were honest with you; they would never tell you something just to make you feel better.

You moved your hand away from your face, feeling the slight coolness of the air as you absentmindedly played with the hem of your leggings, which fit your body like a second skin. “Thank you,” you murmured softly, not taking your gaze off the clouds beginning to cover the sky, trying to maintain calm amid the intimacy of the moment.

The light weight of Shisui’s head settled on your stomach, and a shiver ran across your skin when he left a brief kiss on your thigh, his warm breath marking every touch. You didn’t say anything; you just began to tangle your fingers in his hair, playing with the softness of his strands. The movement of your hands felt almost instinctive, as if they had always been meant to touch him that way.

Itachi, for his part, was equally serene in his actions. His fingers brushed your cheek gently, using his knuckles before taking your chin between his fingers, leaning closer to you. His deep gaze captivated you, as if he were asking permission for what would come next. There was something in his eyes, a mix of tenderness and restrained desire that always managed to disarm you.

You nodded softly, barely a movement, but enough for him to notice. One of your hands left Shisui's hair, gliding down his neck, while your lips met Itachi's in a kiss that shifted from soft to intense in a matter of seconds. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, seeking entry, and without hesitation, you allowed him in, opening your mouth to feel the kiss deepen, becoming more demanding.

Shisui began to leave a line of soft, teasing kisses on your thigh, his mouth slowly advancing while the warmth of his lips spread across your skin. You felt his skilled hands lift the fabric of your top with the same calmness with which he placed each kiss, until his lips found your abdomen. A shiver ran through your body as his warm breath touched your exposed skin.

Each kiss that traveled up toward your neck heightened the anticipation in your body, until finally, his lips reached your collarbone, lingering there with a longer kiss. Itachi pulled away with his characteristic control, leaving space for Shisui to continue, but not without looking at you one last time with that intensity that always disarmed you.

Shisui's lips finally reached yours, capturing you in a kiss that was as heated as Itachi's, but different in its own way—more playful, more wild. The differences between the two had always fascinated you, the way they could complement each other, and now more than ever, you realized how surrendered you were to the delicate balance they shared.

Everything began to take a different path, one that blurred the lines between friendship and something deeper. Itachi's hands found their way under your top, his fingers soft and determined squeezing your breasts through your sports bra, creating a sensation of warmth and desire that made you hold your breath.

“You can say no if you don’t want to,” Shisui murmured against your lips, his voice low and tempting. He gently tugged on your lower lip between his teeth, sending a pleasurable shiver through your body, before licking it with a sweetness that left you yearning for more.

“You don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable yet,” Itachi added, his tone firm but understanding, as if he were genuinely considering your feelings at that moment. His gaze remained fixed on yours, searching for any sign of doubt or discomfort, making sure you didn’t feel pressured.

“Yes, I want to,” you said, feeling the decision flow clearly in your voice. You exchanged glances with them, a mix of excitement and anticipation filling the air between you.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Itachi said, helping you to your feet with a firm yet gentle gesture. His hand felt warm around your wrist as he guided you. Shisui followed, his presence close to you reassuring, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this.

Itachi led the way, while Shisui stayed by your side, ensuring you felt comfortable.

Finally, they arrived at a small clearing, secluded and tranquil, surrounded by trees that offered a sense of privacy. The place was illuminated by the soft light of the sunset, creating a magical atmosphere.

“Is this okay here?” Itachi asked, looking around to make sure it was the right spot.

You turned to look at him, feeling a knot of nervousness forming in your stomach. God, they were fucking beautiful; the sunset light illuminated their faces in an almost ethereal way. “Yeah, um…” you began, unsure of how to articulate your thoughts.

Itachi, ever perceptive, noticed you had more to say. With a slight smile, he tilted his head, encouraging you to continue. “No one comes here, just the three of us, and now you,” he said, his voice calm and confident, like an anchor in the midst of your confusion.

You felt a little more relaxed at his assurance. You knew there was a shared trust between the three of you, an understanding that went beyond words. Gathering your courage, you decided to speak.

“Just… I don’t know exactly how… how to proceed,” you admitted, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, or for this to change what we have.”

Shisui stepped forward, his expression gentle. “No one is pressured. We want you to feel good and safe with us. We’re here for you, no matter how you want this to progress.”

Shisui’s words were like a balm, soothing your anxieties and allowing you to open up to the possibility of what was to come.

You gathered the courage to approach Shisui, your trembling lips pressing against his as you nervously took Itachi’s hand, not wanting to leave him behind. The contact was electrifying, and although your nerves were on edge, you felt it was time to let go.

Itachi’s hands moved firmly, finding your breasts and squeezing them over the fabric of your top, his fingers sinking into you with a mix of desire and possession. Heat built up quickly, elevating the tension in the air.

Shisui broke the kiss, but only to tilt your face toward Itachi, forcing you to look into his dark, deep eyes. “Kiss him,” he murmured as he began to leave kisses and nibbles on your neck, his hot, wet lips trailing sensations that made you shiver. It was as if each touch ignited a spark of desire within you.

You let yourself go, feeling how Itachi responded to your body, his hands gripping you with an intensity that made you gasp. The pace became more frantic, the air thick with a mix of sweat and desire, and you found yourself caught in the whirlwind of their caresses.

The next thing that happened was instantaneous: your shorts and panties disappeared, leaving you completely exposed. Itachi gently pushed you to the ground, and as he removed your top and bra, you felt a chill run through your body. Your hands instinctively closed around your breasts, and you squeezed your legs together, a blush flooding your cheeks as the reality of the situation hit you.

It was the first time you were completely at their mercy, vulnerable and exposed. But as their gazes met yours, a spark of trust ignited within you. They weren’t just men; they were your friends, your protectors. With a trembling breath, you decided it was time to let them take control.

Carefully, you began to uncover your breasts, feeling the cool air caress your skin. Both of their eyes shone with a mix of desire and possession, and although their expressions were dark, you felt them consuming you with their gaze. They shared a brief knowing glance before leaning in, and in a simultaneous movement, each took one of your breasts in their mouth.

A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of their mouths on you. Your hands found their necks, pressing their heads closer, binding their lips to your body with a need you hadn’t anticipated. Each suck, each caress, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you lose touch with reality, leaving only the fire that burned in your chest.

Your breasts were a delicacy between their lips, each suction resonating in your mind like an echo of pure pleasure. Shisui focused on one while Itachi alternated between biting and licking the other, creating a rhythm that made your body respond with a ravenous desire.

Itachi’s hands slid down to your waist, exploring your skin as his lips moved with devotion, each kiss leaving a mark of his hunger. “You look so beautiful like this,” Shisui murmured, the vibration of his voice sending a wave of pleasure straight to your stomach.

As both of them dedicated themselves to you, desire took over, filling you with a need you could barely control. You arched your back, seeking more contact, more of them.

The way Itachi cheekily nibbled on your nipple and then licked it to soothe the burning sensation was pure lust. You let yourself go, feeling the pleasure intensify with every movement.

Meanwhile, hands began to make their way between your legs, and the feeling of two fingers parting your folds made you gasp. Shisui’s smile was mischievous, his mouth still busy with your breast, and you felt the tension building. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured against your nipple, his words sending a wave of heat that made you shiver.

Itachi, wasting no time, joined his hand with Shisui’s, their fingers working in perfect sync as he moved up to kiss you with a possession that made you feel like you had no escape. His lips took over yours, filling you with a mix of desire and urgency, while his other hand twisted and caressed your nipples between his fingers.

Shisui gave your clit a pinch, eliciting a cry of pleasure to escape your lips. Before you could process it, he dipped a finger inside you, making you moan as your hips arched to receive him. “You like that, huh?” he whispered with a mischievous grin, as he began pumping in a slow, teasing rhythm.

Itachi, not missing the opportunity, began to stimulate your bundle of nerves, his fingers moving expertly as his dark eyes focused on you. “Look at you, so soaked for us,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. The heat inside you increased as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

“See how that makes you feel?” Shisui continued, adding a second finger, increasing the intensity. “You can’t deny how much you like it, can you? Let it all flow out.”

The words made it even more intense. With each thrust, your body responded with a mix of moans and sighs, the pleasure building up more and more.

Itachi leaned closer, his lips barely touching your ear. “You want more, sweetie? Tell me,” he said in a seductive tone. “We won’t stop you, I want you to moan our name.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed as Shisui added another finger, curling it inside you and pressing that sweet spot that made you lose your mind. The pleasure intensified, and your legs spread wider, wanting to be filled even more.

Itachi’s hands gave one last tug to your nipples, a gesture that left you even more turned on. When he pulled down his pants, you couldn’t help but stare brazenly, your eyes fixed on his crotch, ready to discover what he was hiding.

“Sit on my face, sweetie,” Shisui said, his voice thick with desire. The command was a tantalizing whisper, and you couldn’t resist. Without a second thought, you moved, placing yourself on top of him as your body vibrated with anticipation.

With one movement, you dropped down, feeling his mouth find you just as you settled in. Shisui's fingers continued to pump inside you, and the combination of his mouth and hands brought you to the edge of ecstasy.

Itachi watched you, his gaze filled with desire, and that only made the situation even more intense. "That's it, that's how I like it," Shisui said, keeping up his pace as your hips moved, enjoying the pleasure they gave you.

Itachi brought a hand to his cock, fucking his fist as he watched you ride Shisui's mouth, who had his hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you pinned down on him.

You bit your lip as you felt his tongue tease your entrance, an overwhelming heat running through your body. Your gaze connected to the sight before you; fuck, your mouth was watering just watching it. "Open that pretty mouth for me," Itachi said, his voice thick with desire.

You couldn't resist the temptation. With a brazen gesture, you opened your mouth, ready to please him. The mix of sensations, of pleasure and desire, enveloped you as you let yourself get carried away by the moment.

You took him like a good girl, wrapping your lips around his length, slowly, feeling every inch as you kept eye contact with Itachi. He watched you with overwhelming intensity, his jaw tense as you let your tongue run along his length.

Shisui's muffled moans against your center only increased the pressure in your body, your legs shaking as he devoured you mercilessly, his tongue moving skillfully. Itachi let out a low growl, his hand tangling in your hair, gently guiding you as you sank deeper into the rhythm they both set for you.

You rolled your hips harder as you felt Shisui's hands squeeze your ass, forcing you even closer to his mouth, even though you already felt like you were as close as you could be. His tongue worked relentlessly, finding every spot that made you shiver, while his fingers dug harder into your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The wet sound of his tongue moving in you and your own moans, muffled by Itachi's pressure in your mouth, created an intoxicating mix that made you lose yourself in pleasure.

You sucked harder, following the rhythm Itachi set as he looked at you with desire in his eyes. His moans were soft but deep, and every sound that came out of his mouth motivated you to keep going, to give him more. Your tongue brushed his skin with precision, tasting every part of him as you took him deep, letting yourself be guided by the heat and urgency of the moment.

"You're doing so well," Itachi whispered, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you gently. His caresses on your head were a contrast to the intensity of the moment, filled with a strange kind of tenderness as he watched you with his dark, piercing eyes.

Shisui, beneath you, increased the pressure of his tongue, causing a moan to choke from your throat, vibrating against Itachi. “Fuck, keep it up,” Shisui growled, his voice muffled by your skin, as his hands gripped your hips tighter, controlling your every movement on him.

You were so close that you couldn’t help but sob in pleasure, the sounds escaping your lips in the midst of your work. Every caress, every brush of Shisui’s tongue, and every thrust from Itachi brought you to the edge, and the heat in your abdomen grew, threatening to spill over at any moment.

“That’s it, let yourself go,” Itachi murmured, watching intently as you lost yourself in the pleasure they both offered you. His soft voice was like a balm, and even though you felt exposed, there was something incredibly liberating about letting yourself go in the moment. The combination of his words and Shisui's actions had you wanting more, more and more, as the pleasure built up inside you.

You felt it coming, that boiling point where the pressure became almost unbearable. Your hip movements became erratic, the need to release all that tension intensifying. Still, you tried to continue your work, holding yourself on the edge as you rode the rising wave of orgasm.

Moans escaped your lips, each sound becoming an echo of the pleasure flooding your senses. Shisui, sensing your struggle, increased the pressure of his tongue, while Itachi looked at you with a fire in his eyes that made you feel even more alive.

"That's it, let yourself go," Itachi repeated, encouraging you. You let yourself fall into the abyss, the wave of pleasure crashing against you, taking you with it. Euphoria enveloped you completely, and in that instant, everything else disappeared.

Itachi pulled away from your mouth, gently caressing your cheek with his fingers, his gaze filled with complicity and desire as your head rested on his thigh. The warmth of his skin was comforting, like a refuge after the storm of pleasure.

Shisui, for his part, caressed your ass before pulling away from you, leaving you with an empty feeling that contrasted with the recent satisfaction. His absence was palpable, but the way they both looked at you, with a glint in their eyes that promised more, filled you with anticipation.

“Are you okay?” Itachi asked, his voice low and soft, as he watched you carefully, as if to make sure you were comfortable after the intense experience. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips swollen and wet, voice shaky from the mix of exhaustion and desire.

Itachi smiled, a glint of satisfaction in his gaze. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, stroking your hair before looking up at Shisui. “Ready for another?” Shisui asked, his tone playful and teasing. “Because I see you ready for more.”

With a slight nod, you braced yourself for what was to come, the air thick with anticipation and desire. You felt the electricity between them, the way they both shared this moment, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious for what was to follow.

“Stay like that, baby,” Itachi said, moving closer until he was behind you. His hands found your wetness, two fingers sliding gently, feeling every response from your body as Shisui settled in beside you.

You felt Itachi's presence behind you, his lips and teeth leaving soft bites on the skin of your neck, the combination of pain and pleasure lighting up every nerve. Itachi held you against his chest, his hands firmly on your thighs, controlling your movements with ease.

As Shisui aligned himself with your entrance, the atmosphere was charged with palpable tension, and with a deep inhale, your body braced itself for what was to come.

Shisui's thrust was firm and deep, slowly filling you as your walls tightened around him, instinctively squeezing him. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt him push his way inside you, stretching you in a delicious way. Your hands gripped his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his waist tighter, trying to adjust to the sensation invading your body.

Itachi, behind you, continued to place soft bites and kisses on your neck, his hands running up and down your sides, fueling the fire already burning within you.

Each thrust from Shisui made your body tremble with a mix of pleasure and need. His movements were slow, but each one was deep, filling you completely and stretching the time between desire and satisfaction. Your breathing became erratic as your head rested on Itachi's shoulder, who continued to spread soft caresses over your skin, his lips tracing a path of heat on your neck.

Shisui's lips found your breast, his tongue teasing your nipple as his hips continued to thrust in a deliberate rhythm. The feel of his mouth combined with the deep movements of his hips made you moan, your body trapped between them, every inch of your skin being claimed by them.

You felt each movement with overwhelming intensity, completely filled by both of them as they moved inside you with such precise synchronicity that it left you breathless. The slow, calculated thrusts seemed to have a purpose, allowing your body to adjust to the intrusion as the pressure inside you grew with each second.

Shisui held you firm against his chest, his hands sliding up your thighs with a contrasting softness to the strength of Itachi, who behind you controlled the pace with measured movements. Each time they thrust, a moan escaped your lips, as you felt them rub against each other inside you.

“More, please.” you gasped, rolling your hips in search of more. The plea that escaped your lips echoed in the air, a sound of desire that motivated them both even more. Shisui smiled against your skin, understanding your need, and began to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Itachi, sensing your impatience, adjusted his pace, causing the two of you to move in perfect harmony. The heat inside you intensified, each deep stroke causing sparks of pleasure to course through your entire body.

“That’s good, baby,” Shisui murmured, punctuating each thrust with a possessive touch as his mouth moved between your breasts, licking and nibbling at your skin.

Itachi, ever attentive, brought a hand down to stroke your clit, adding a new dimension to the wave of pleasure washing over you. “You like it like this?” he asked, his voice soft and commanding. “Yes, yes, yes,” you whimpered in pleasure.

Your response was almost a cry of need, and that only fueled the desire that burned between the three of you. Shisui held you tightly, his movements now more intense, hitting that sweet spot that made your body arch towards him.

“That’s it, baby, let go,” he murmured as his hips slammed into you, producing a wet sound that filled the air. Itachi, noticing your growing pleasure, increased the pace of his caresses on your clit, his fingers moving with precision and firmness.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Itachi said, watching as you writhed and moaned between them. The combination of their bodies, the pressure and the friction made you feel like you were about to burst, pleasure building in your belly as they both continued to take you higher.

Heat built up inside you, each thrust intensifying that feeling of fullness that was driving you crazy. Your legs wrapped around Shisui’s waist, clinging to him as Itachi continued to stimulate your clit with forceful, precise movements.

“You’re perfect,” Shisui murmured, his raspy voice filled with desire as his hips moved harder. Your body responded to his every move, feeling your walls tighten around both of them, causing a strangled moan to escape your lips.

“Give me more,” you begged, feeling the pleasure begin to consume every corner of your being. Both men looked at each other, a spark of complicity passing between them as they intensified their pace, bringing you to the edge.

“I’m so close…” you breathed out, each word laden with need. With every hip thrust and every caress of Itachi’s fingers, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You let yourself go, and in that instant, you decided that the only thing that mattered was this approaching ecstasy.

The waves of pleasure swept over you mercilessly, your body shaking violently as your climax washed over you, drowning your moans in an almost primal scream. The contractions inside you intensified, squeezing both men with each wave, bringing you to a place where time and space seemed to fade away.

Shisui held you firmly, making sure you didn’t collapse as Itachi continued to thrust deep, taking every moment of your ecstasy. The mix of sensations was overwhelming; The heat, the pressure, and the kisses they both bestowed upon you, all came together in a whirlwind of pleasure that left you breathless.

They both filled you, you felt your walls being stained by warm jets of semen. When Shisui and Itachi pulled out of you, you felt their seeds dripping from your pussy.

The warmth of his lips on your skin made you feel even more connected to them, as if each kiss was a silent promise of care and devotion. His hands moved slowly up your hips, drawing soft circles that sent shivers of pleasure through your still sensitive body.

“Are you okay?” Shisui asked, his voice low and full of tenderness as he looked at you with those dark eyes that seemed to understand you better than anyone else.

You nodded, feeling the mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “Yes, more than okay.”

Itachi leaned in to kiss you again, his mouth so soft and tempting. His warm breath on your lips made you want more of them, more of that connection that had grown between the three of you. In that instant, everything that had happened before faded away, leaving you with only the desire to be here, with them, forever.

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Could I request Dr Ratio's s/o defending him when people insult him (calling him a boring lover and a man of loose morals)?

A/n: This request was long coming, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless! Dr. Ratio defense squad, assemble! I feel a little rusty writing this, so I hope it's all good :,)

Contents: Veritas Ratio x GN!Reader, fluff, headcanon format

Words: 1163

-It is well known that Dr. Veritas Ratio is well known throughout the entire cosmos for his feats, but however good or grand those accomplishments may be, not everyone looks at them fondly

-Not to mention that one particular hater he has noticed posting about him for 10 years, without a stop? He honestly admires their persistence. It takes a lot to be a hater too y’know

-There was a time where even Veritas wasn’t made of tougher skin, when the comments really did get to him; thankfully, he had the patience and pride to get him through without publicly reacting in a way that would only fan those flames further. Still, some words have left their mark on him - even diamonds can suffer scratches and cracks

-You, as his partner, naturally knew of these things. You’ve picked up on them from the things he has told you and from his body language when put in certain situations. And when you did openly ask him about it, although he appears stiff, he did not lie to you in private

-Knowing his innermost opinions and his background was, probably, what drew you to be particularly defensive over your the plaster-head-donning professor. They were all so quick to judge, yet none of them took a moment to think how much hard work it actually took for Ratio to reach the position he was in now. Knowledge does not fall into your hands, you have to work for it.

-And one day, this inner justice seeker had gone short of patience. The academy was always filled with wandering students and professors alike, all chattering among each other during breaks. And you just happened to pass by a couple conversing about him. 

-Ears perked and focused on the little group, you heard them speak rather unsavory words about a professor. Words ‘hard exam, unpassable, books that were too thick and chalk being thrown’ were all mentioned in their conversation, and it truly didn’t take a genius to figure out who the person in question was. Then they began to throw out insults they wouldn’t dare speak in front of another professor, let alone Veritas. But worst of all, they touched upon the subject of his relationship, your relationship, making such wild claims you had to wonder whether they were really talking about Veritas or someone else. Even worse - since it can always get worse - an assistant professor joined in on this gossip, spilling a “fact” that he even had other lovers than you and that he had loose morals.

-WHAT?

-Feeling your blood boiling and teeth grinding together, you couldn’t hold it within yourself. It was wrong! Ratio worked for his place and knowledge and pay, and sure - his exams and classes were tough, but he was neither a bully or an unjust professor! 

-That little group heard you loud and clear, and one did try to argue back but was quickly silenced. And one tried to walk away - you didn’t let that happen either. The people close around stopped and gaped, and perhaps they saw similar or shared characteristics between you and Veritas, maybe that’s why they also didn’t feel brave enough to keep talking or leave before you’re done. Who is to say? But what’s true is that they listened to you. 

-As you were getting to the end of your speech of defense, a familiar figure walked out of one of the classrooms close by. Clearing his throat he sent you a look, ‘enough’ he said without a word, but he was not angry. The students were dismissed after he feigned ignorance to the situation, as if he hadn’t heard a peep outside of those four walls of the classroom. 

-”I am done for today, have you wanted something of me? Anything you need?” 

-He spoke calmly, but his eyes showed some softness you barely ever saw. It was a rare sight, a look reserved for when he looked at you in bed, having you in his arms or when you held him, when he told you he wasn’t staring or being ‘too sappy’, but he was just looking at you, perhaps even admiring ‘if he may be so bold as to say that’.

-”A walk would be nice, I even got us a spot at that restaurant for lunch”

-And so it was. The walk towards the location was unusually quiet, and somewhere along the way he uttered “You shouldn’t have caused such a scene in the hallway”, his tone once more lacking the anger many expected of him. 

-”I should have, and I did. They were being rude and such behaviour is not fit for any student” You have been a student once, and there were terrible professors and your own opinions of them had been sour at some points in time, sure, but to openly spit venom? That was ridiculous. Or were you perhaps being stubborn, hypocritical? You wouldn’t say so. They were being rude, period.

-”They are students, they are also young. Gossip, however much unsavory, and however much I do not like it, is natural for them. It is not something that needs to be challenged, especially in a situation like this”

-You gave him an unsatisfied look, and he returned it in equal measure. It would take a while to convince him.

-”It doesn’t matter.. I did what I did, because I had enough of hearing people spread lies about you.. Disagree with me as much as you wish, but I’d do it again”

-He sighed and shook his head. He wanted to say something more, but for once he chose to keep quiet. It was better to leave it be as you were still not cooled off from the encounter 

-The rest of the evening went well, and you touched upon the subject briefly, not going too in depth. Ratio told you about his day, the upcoming events and plans, and you told him about yours. It was enjoyable, and it certainly helped to calm you both down

-But once you both came home and changed into more leisure wear, you told him of the thorn you felt whenever people spoke badly about him. He only looked at you, told you he understand, but “My name has been through a lot, I can take it”

-You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap some sense into him or kiss your reasons into his skin. He may be used to it, but you weren’t and you didn’t plan on getting used to it. And even as you took his face firmly between the two of your hands and brought him closer so he could hear your crystal clear, even as you saw the defiance melting from his eyes, he looked more vulnerable than ever; not angry, not sad or shocked or disappointed - vulnerable.

-So with conviction you kiss his face more times than you care to count and tell him he is someone worth defending, no matter what

Ⓒ n0tamused/jarttavia_. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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🍂"Bruised" Poly 141 x f! Reader

S: You hurt your foot and the 141 boys take care of you for the day.

Pairing: 141 x f!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Tw: injury; Feet; fluff

Notes: poly cod but you all aren't together yet; my first time writing for cod; how do you write a British accent??; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes🍂🍂🍂

So…” Kyle says slowly as he looks down at you, where you rest on your couch.

“How did this happen again?” He finishes,referring to your elevated leg and the small cotton pad, soaked with witch hazel, resting on your big toe. An hour ago Price got a call from you, asking how to know if you broke a bone, which of course led to all the guys rushing over to your apartment and practically breaking down your door. What they didn't expect was to see you sitting comfortably on your couch, leg propped up on a few pillows, and watching autumn baking tiktoks. The injury they rushed over for was a swollen big toe. You sheepishly scratch at the side of your face before answering.

“I told you. I was in the shower, washing between my toes and my foot slipped off the rail. Next thing you know my toe feels funny and I can't walk on it.” You explain to them again while struggling to stretch your foot, and both Price and Gaz can't help but sigh and shake their heads. How does something like that even happen? Simon walks over and nudges your leg with his own, his arms crossed.

“Don't look all tha’ different ta’ me.” he muses while scanning your foot and you give him an annoyed glare.

“Shut up. It's way bigger than the other. I can't even bend it.” You combat and wince after trying to, making gaz suck his teeth at you for moving it. Johnny makes his way back from the kitchen after helping himself to your chips, and rests his arms over the back of your couch.

“ I don't know hen, haven't they always been this fat?” he teases before getting whopped in the face with a throw pillow. Fall has just started so you have plenty of them. You huff and plop back onto your arm rest, your toe starting to throb from all the stupidity.

“Did you guys come here to bully me or help me out?” You complain. You could take care of yourself if the three stooges just planned on bothering you. Price sighs and nods his head before sitting on the other end of the couch.

“Alright alright, they're done playing. Come here,sweetheart.” He says finally, and you scoot forward a bit to rest your injured foot in his lap. Price gently rotates your ankle to inspect your foot, and the rest of you sit quietly, naturally waiting for your Captain's evaluation. After a short moment John takes another small breath and taps your calf unconcernedly.

“Looks like you've just bruised it against the tub is all. The swelling should go down in about a night or so, nothing to worry about.” He reassures you calmly, and all the men pick up on the barely noticable breath you release. As much as you all play around, they all know how your anxiety can get over the smallest injuries. A small part of your mind can't help but assume the worst when it's not a common ailment. You've gotten better at soothing it since you were younger, but sometimes the thought still crosses your mind. You nod your head calmly.

“Yeah that's what I thought. Just wanted to check.” you sigh softly, and each of them could tell you were relieved. Reading the change in the mood, Soap quickly tickles at your side a little, making you flinch.

“Wow, called us all the way over here for a bruise huh? Looks like someone wanted the princess treatment.” he teases and squishes his face real close to yours, knowing his stubble tickles you. You hold off a laugh and struggle to push his face away from yours.

“No I didn't! And I called Price not you, ya muppet.” you groan as you finally push him away, using one of the words Simon accidentally put you on. Gaz just rolls his eyes at all the bickering and gives your foot another glance.

“Can ya walk on it?” He asks curiously and you shake your head, while Price gets up to take a phone call.

“Nah. It hurts way less than it did in the shower, but I still can't put my weight on it.” You answer honestly at the same time ghost walks over and takes price’s spot, plopping both your legs in his lap.

“Betcha I know how you slipped. Probably lathered yourself in too much of tha’ body wash ya love so much.” He assumes, hitting the nail on the head, and your face starts to burn making you grateful it's not visible. You actually had slipped because you used more gel than usual today. It was only because the water washed away most of it though, so you added more. Which ended up being a mistake, obviously.

“ It was a freak accident, I wash up that way every day and it's never happened before.” You defend yourself and tap at his ribs with your other foot, making him huff a small laugh, letting you know he was probably smirking under his baklava. Kyle just chuckles as he walks past, on his way to get you some ice.

“Don't act as if you don't like when she comes out the Eiffel tower smelling sweet.” He exposes him and lets you take his hand for a second when you grab at it on his way past you. Simon just rolls his eyes while you and Soap laugh. While you all talk, Price finally walks back over and sits on one of your arm chairs.

“Gotcha the day off tomorrow. Can't have ya limping round the base.” he tells you and you smile. That sounded good to you. Walking around on one side of your foot is super tedious, so you'd like to refrain from walking if you could.

“Great, thanks Cap.” You sigh gratefully and swing your legs off of Simon, getting ready to hobble around your kitchen to make dinner.

“ Welp! Thanks for coming to check on me guys, guess I'll be seeing you lat-!” you begin to say before practically each of them start to make a fuss. Johnny gently presses you back onto the couch as Gaz walks back over with a bag of ice cubes.

“Didn't you just say you can't walk?” Kyle says as he crouches down and takes your ankle in his hand. You wince lightly when the freezing cold sensation meets with your hot skin.

“I can walk when I need to. Just not for a long time.” You clarify, trying not to think about how softly gaz is handling your legs and feet. Johnny massages at your shoulders dramatically.

*So we've gotta take care of ya. Can't have our favorite girl limping at home by herself.” He says a little too happily and you roll your eyes with a smile. Price nods in agreement as he gets up and walks towards the door.

“You've got to stay off em hun, if they're gonna get better. We'll take shifts. Ghost you're up first.” he says as he puts on his boots at the door, leaving Simon to hum in agreement. You nod and shrug, fine with that. This wouldn't be the first time Simon has spent the night at your place. Soap yawns loudly and stretches before making his way around the couch.

“I'm gonna head out too Hun. Leaving our sweet Bonnie to you Lt. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.” he says cheekily before looking directly at him and plopping a quick kiss on your lips,knowing it would spur his lieutenant on. You just roll your eyes in embarrassment,and avoid Ghost's gaze, trying not to get too excited about what these little attempts to rile Simon up will mean for you later. Gaz shakes his head with a smile and cuts through the tension by nudging Johnny away and bending towards you.

“Would you two control yourselves?” he scolds, pretending as if he doesn't enjoy this game you all play just as much as the rest of you, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips too. Simon and Johnny watch with heated eyes as the two of you press your lips together, loving the way the brown shades look next to one another. Kyle pulls away casually, leaving your heart to race in your chest.

“Goodnight Hun. I'll be seeing you later” he tells you softly before herding Johnny with him towards the door. You bid the rest of the men goodnight with a sigh, before Simon stands up and heads towards your kitchen.

“Whaddya feel like eating?” he asks while you situate yourself back into your original position and turn your TV show back on. You think about it for a moment.

“ I've got a box of hamburger helper in there, if you can manage that.” You call over your shoulder towards the kitchen. Simon scoffs as he starts a pot of boiling water.

“Course I can handle that.” He grunts, making you laugh. You're about to sink back into your spot when you realize you should probably use the restroom before you get comfortable. Simon looks up from his phone when he sees you limping towards your hallway.

“Oi. Where’re you goin?” He asks with an eyebrow arched under his mask as he rises out of his seat. You pause your hobbling to turn and look at him.

“ I gotta use it. Is that a problem?” You respond with a confused frown, and Simon shakes his head before walking over to you. You yelp when he abruptly plucks you off the ground like a flower, immediately staring into your hallway.

“Simon.” You groan, already bracing yourself for what being cared for by your friends is gonna be like. Ghost just glances down at you.

“You said you can't walk on it right? Looks like I'll have to carry you everywhere.” He says with a poorly concealed smugness to his voice

***

Ghost left before you woke up the next morning, leaving you with a kiss on the forehead, breakfast on the table, and a note saying soap would be by around 12 today. You'd only just finished eating and getting dressed for the day when Johnny finally popped in, a bag full of snacks and movies in his hands. You both spend his shift like that, with your head in his lap, either complaining about a character in a movie or about how your toe feels like someone wrapped it in a too-tight bandaid. Johnny keeps you laughing and keeps you off your feet, cracking jokes about certain characters in a show and running around like a busy bee to get whatever you need. Insists that he massages your legs for you, to improve circulation to your feet he says.

It's around 4 or 5 when Gaz stops by, giving you a sweet kiss and plopping your favorite coffee in your hand and food in your lap, before heading to your room to shower and change out of his clothes. You're full and satisfied by the time he comes out of the bathroom, clean and smelling like the body wash he keeps at your place. You spend your time cuddled together and talking about his day at the barracks. Of course, not with a few sneaky touches and kisses. All the soft kisses and words and caresses definitely keep your mind off your injury.

***

“Hey! I can kind of bend it now!” You cheer to yourself while sitting in your bed in a towel. Kyle left an hour or so ago and you'd just finished your shower without any more accidents( even if it was a little difficult to balance yourself on a foot and a half). You're rubbing coconut oil on your skin when you hear keys unlock your front door. Already knowing who it is, you continue to rub the oil up and down your arms, not jumping to put on something more appropriate like you would've before. There's a knock on your door frame and you look up to see Price leaning against your doorway.

“Hey cap. Rough day?” You greet him, noting the tired look on his face. John just shakes his head before walking inside, stripping himself of his clothes because he knows you won't let him into your bed without doing so.

“Nah, don't you worry about it sweetheart. How's that foot healing up?” he asks as he walks over to your dresser, pulling out a comfortable sweater and a pair of sweats. You try to keep from watching him get dressed, even if it is difficult because he's doing it right in front of you. To occupy yourself, you reach over to your nightstand and grab your new pumpkin-spice body lotion.

“It's doing better. The swelling has gone down.” You report. You're about to squeeze a dollop of lotion on your hand when it's suddenly taken from you. John looks at you before kneeling in front of you and squirting the lotion onto his hands instead.

“You let me take care of tha’ hm? Give me a chance to give her another look over.” he tells you before rubbing his hands together and massaging them up and down your left calf. You sit quietly as your captain pampers you thoroughly, your thoughts swirling as he presses and massages your muscles. Price has moved on to your right leg now, and is gently holding your ankle again.

“Yup, looks like she'll be all better after a few more days. Still shouldn't walk on it though.” He says after giving you a quick once over. You nod as you watch your captain fondly. John looks up when you don't respond and notices your watery eyes. Before he can ask what's wrong, you wipe at your eyes

“Thanks for coming when I called cap. I really appreciate it.” You tell him softly with a shrug, not wanting this to be a big deal. You were just grateful you had support at this new home far from your friends and family. John smiles before pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Always,love. Anytime.”

A/n: Guess who effed up her toe because she used to much body wash in the shower?? Just a small little drabble I wrote while keeping off my feet. I'm not all the way healed yet, it's only been two days, but it hurts less! Yay my first cod fic down! Thanks for reading!🍂🍂🍂

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2 days changed our relationship | L.HS

PAIRING: Bully! Lee Heeseung x fem reader

WORD COUNT: 5,948

GENRE: A lot of angst but a very fluff ending, happy ending, bully and victim to lovers, very very very sweet Hee. WARNINGS: Kissing, cussing, bullying, a lot of tears, sweetheart Heeseung (that is a warning, don’t fall in love)

SYNOPSIS: Heeseung realises that he has fallen for his victim, a lot. And of course his best friend, Jake, notices. Jake gives him two days to figure out everything, and when the two days are over, he has to chose between her or them. How does Heeseung get his two days going and does he end up with the love of his life?

You don’t know how it all started, how you always managed to find yourself in the classroom, in the morning, getting beat up by your so-called bullies, namely, Jake, Sunghoon, Jay and Heeseung.

These boys almost seemed dangerous, they were your worst nightmare, they could beat the shit out of you, using their small tricks and bare hands. It really hurt, how you also at the same time found one of these boys charming, he wasn’t, he was more chill, but his claws were like knives and his teeth were like needles. 

Heeseung

Not like the others, he stood there and looked most of the time. His eyes showed something you couldn’t quite explain, he took demands from the others. It wasn’t always like this, he was once also the one to get to work immediately, the strongest, but now he stood there and stared and waited and waited, he wasn’t as strong as he always have been, and now it didn’t even feel like a nibble when he bit. His chest would heave up and down, while he stared down at you, eyes would twitch at times when it hit really hard, like he felt the pain too. But you were too dumb to notice what this meant. 

“Heeseung, do what you are best at.” Jake stared up at Heeseung while the bruises on you were getting larger. 

“Teeth.” Jay smirked. Heeseung would bite his pain away on you, teeth would dig into your arm and teeth mark would appear. He took a deep breath, in the middle of the classroom, the empty classroom except for you and the rest of the boys. 

He lifted your arm, gently and brought it to his mouth, he swallowed a lump in his throat. His lips meet your arm and bit down into your skin. He almost couldn’t make himself bite you, more than a little puppy could. 

Why couldn’t he make himself do it? why couldn’t he make himself do anything to you, like how he once could?

“Heeseung!? What the fuck are you doing?” Sunghoon shouted.

“Guys ehm, I have something important right now, see you later.” Heeseung excused himself, letting go of your arm gently and picking up his bag to leave.

Jake knew better than to believe his friend’s filthy little lie. And he knew exactly what happened to Heeseung, it was too easy to see, and he was not gonna cope with it any longer. 

School ended and while most of the students already left, you spend your time in the classroom sobbing and crying alone, because you hated your life so much.

The door creaked open revealing a tall figure, which was clear to be Heeseung with his perfectly styled hair. You quickly wiped away your tears, getting a little scared of what was going to happen now. 

You looked up at his black orb looking eyes, he slowly made his way in and put his bag on the table, opening it and fishing out some books to put at his desk. He felt a slight guilt seeing you. 

He knew that this wasn’t him, and this feeling was different. He actually hated to admit and accept it, but he was falling for you, more than he ever could imagine. He went over to your place while your heartbeat was beating at an abnormal speed. He placed a hand on your back making you flinch. Slowly stroking it up and down your back, he noticed a little something on your neck and with so much care that he could give, he removed some of your hair to get a better look. You look back at him seeing him almost emotionless but looking like he genuinely care for you at this moment. 

“I’m sorry” he swipe a thumb across your little red mark on your neck, you hiss slightly at the sting, he quickly remove his hand and looks at you for a moment. 

“Sorry for everything.” He takes a deep breath before storming out of the classroom. At this moment, Heeseung couldn’t be the tough guy, and maybe that was okay for now, because he couldn’t hold back tears from forming. 

You lay down in your bed thinking back at today’s interaction with Heeseung, even a small care of the world, made your heart warm up. Even if it was from this guy, who you don’t know why you fell for, it was enough to make your heart have little hope. You shouldn’t give in so easily, but you did, because you really fell this time. 

Heeseung stood back-to-back with his wall, when he got a text from the group chat, that he and the others had made years ago.  

Jake- Tomorrow, After School, in the classroom. Heeseung, we need to talk. 

Jay- Uhm

Jake- Yes, you and Sunghoon are coming too!

Sunghoon- Yes sir.

Jake- Heeseung is sir, remember?

Heeseung let out a groan of frustration, why was this happening to him? Did Jake already know everything? He slumped himself down on his bed and covered his face with his hands. Fuck his life! Fuck this world!

Fast forward to the next day, where you surprisingly wasn’t awoken with hair pulling and beating. But rather a very peaceful day in school. The next lesson started, and you swore you found Heeseung staring at you once too many times. His big doe eyes, that hid, very well, the not innocence he had. His slightly flushed cheeks, that looked so adorable. But most of all, the sadness he seemed to hold. How he would blink, then look down when he opened his eyes again, when you and him made eye contact. 

How you wish that you and Heeseung weren’t like this, and that he actually liked you− loved you, because that was the only thing that would be able to fit in this, either he hated you or loved you.

“What do we need to talk about.” Heeseung stared at his three friends, two of them looking clueless, while Jakes gaze looked intimidating.

“Maybe you know it yourself.” Jake bit his lip, then let go and took a step forward, making Heeseung stumble back. 

Heeseung tried to stay strong, making his face look as scary as people remembered it as. Lifting his head up, when Jake had him up against the wall. Heeseung’s face however started to change, into a more scared look. His breath started to increase. 

“I…Jake, I don’t know what you are talking about.” Heeseung had an idea about this whole situation, but why risk it. He couldn’t just say ‘I am so in love with Y/n, it’s ridiculous, and I can’t do this anymore’

“Heeseung, you know what the fuck is happening, you are showing Y/n, a little too much care.” Jake grapped around the collar of Heeseung’s shirt and smashed him into the wall again.

“And you don’t even know that everybody can see it around us. Don’t you think this is a little ridiculous.” Jake somehow pushed some tears out while yelling Heeseung straight in the face.

“I did this for you!!!! I DID THIS FOR MAKING YOU HAPPY!! And here you are, falling for the victim. I knew how bad you were feeling, so I helped you because I love you bastard. I did everything for you, and I thought it worked! You didn’t even think about how this could go so fucking wrong.” Jake shouted while everything Heeseung could do, was to listen as guilt washed over him. 

Jake did in fact help him through everything when Heeseung was at the lowest level, and Jake made sure to use every method to help him up again, even if it meant to hurt others. They stuck together, because they both experienced the kinda same things, and Sunghoon and Jay joined later on because they also had problems at home.

Heeseung’s dad was sentenced to prison for approximately 8 years, because of unknown reasons for Heeseung and later on also lost his own dad. His mom on the other side, got sick and ended up dying in the hospital.

“You don’t like her Heeseung, you don’t fucking love her, its just something you make yourself think, get that in your head! And she will never like you, she is already used up and her feelings for you aren’t there. Except hate! She hates you, understood!?” Jake stuck his hand out to get a paper and pen from Sunghoon. Quickly he scribbled something on his paper and smashed it into Heeseung’s chest, creating a loud bang. 

“You have two days, TWO DAYS! To realize that your head is playing mind games with you, and two days to understand that she. doesn’t. like. you!” Heeseung felt like dying when the words hit that hard. 

“And TWO days where we leave her alone, we wont talk nor beat her up. And when these two days are over, you meet me in front of the school at seven thirty. And you tell us, her or us.” Jake let go and threw Heeseung out the classroom before locking the door.

Heeseung was shocked, never in his life had this type of thing happening and never in his life did he and Jake argue. His eyes got wide and filled with tears like he saw something scary in front of him. 

Jake looked at the door, almost regretting being this harsh on his best friend. Jay and Sunghoon stared at him for a while, looking at each other from time to time, confused. 

Before the boys could speak another word to each other, Jake was out the door like he was in a rush to get home. 

Ignoring how messy and dirty Heeseung’s house already was, he already kicked the door to his room open and threw his bag to his desk, with so much force his own arms could give, resulting in a disaster, with things falling down, glasses breaking and water everywhere. He slammed the door shut, making the handle fall off because it was old and crusty. 

He threw the handle in frustration. He threw and kicked anything he thought gave him any kind of frustration. Duvets, keyboards, headsets and posters after posters. 

He slowly lowered himself down to the ground, by his bed, looking at the mess he had made, all because he was so frustrated. He ran a hair through his hair, and covered his face, let out small sobs and breath took a wild turn when it started increasing. He let out a groan when his tears, without control, came streaming out. 

He was diving deeper into the carpet and the fear of loosing himself and others through this. Could it be true that he wasn’t actually in love with you, and that it was all just an illusion. And could it be true that you would never fall for him, it did in fact sound right, but he refused to let the thought actually effect anything. 

While thinking back at how he had to clean the whole house after throwing a tantrum, Heeseung walked down the hallways of the school. He wasn’t greeted with friends jumping on top of him, ruffling his hair, that desperately needed a trim, he was greeted with nothing, nothing at all. 

He would do anything in his will to try to get you to like him, and if it was to not work, then he would be hopeless. Actually, he didn’t know what the plan was gonna be, but you would have to just go with the flow, and hopefully keep his friends.

After making the first approach with a teacher in the hallways today, he made his way into the classroom, knowing very well, that you were already sat in the classroom, ready to get hands thrown in your face. So, when he stepped in, you instantly stood up, ready to accept your fate. He felt so bad for you, so innocent and sweet, he felt so guilty seeing you like this, bruises running up your legs and hidden biting marks on your arms. 

As you stood in front of him, he let his hand turn into a fist, and just as you thought it would hit you, it didn’t, and instead it tucked on his shirt. 

“They won’t come today, and not for the next long time either, I will make sure, don’t worry.” He pushed past you, almost as he wanted to get out of the conversation.

But you felt a sigh of relief wash over you anyways, you sat beside him, or two seats away from him, both sitting on your assigned seats. Suddenly you didn’t feel at any, scared of him, you suddenly felt nervous and insecure, and even if he wasn’t looking at you, but rather into his desk.

“Uhm Heeseung.” Not even knowing what to say, you started a sentence that you couldn’t finish. His eyes shot up, at the mention of his name rolling off your tongue. 

“Yeah?” he blinks at you, letting out as much of a smile as he could.

“Uhm...I-“ You shut your eyes together and look down into your lap, when he walks over to your seat, hands in his pocket.

“What happened?” He tilts his head, letting out that scary, emotionless face again.

“Thank you...” you stutter out, his eyes turns into something else, Scared? Worried? Concerned? No, none of those, he feels deeply guilty.

“Don’t say that to me, ever, I don’t deserve it.” He says before the rest of the class gets in, including the teacher and his three best friends. And before you know it, he is seated by his seat again. 

You didn’t know what beef he had with the rest of the guys, but they didn’t talk nor look at Heeseung. You started to get worried for what happened between them, but most of all very curios about it. If it had something to do with you, you would have to end it sooner than later, because you knew how much that friendship meant to Heeseung, and Jake too.

You stormed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, you didn’t want to get into conversation with Heeseung or his friends, not because you didn’t, you actually really wanted to talk with Heeseung, but not if that ruined friendships.

You quickly went to your locker and decided to hide after, but Heeseung wasn’t dumb enough to not see where you were going. And he didn’t want to be a stalker or a creep that you humiliated by. He just wanted to show you that he cared, so he followed you. 

As he approached you by the locker, standing tall behind you, and how you haven’t noticed him yet, was another story. He felt his hands tremble a slight bit. He held on to the red gift bag, that he so very carefully put a bow on. A gift for you and all he wanted to do was just to quickly give you it and then leave.

Is this how you do when your in love, because Heeseung was clueless, and as much as he wanted it to be as perfect and romantic it could, he would not risk getting you scared and uncomfortable. 

Very quickly he took you hand from behind and opened it, placing the hank of the bag in between your finger and curling them for you. All done in a swift motion, made you not only surprised but also not being able to have enough time to see who it was before they were gone. Only the slight hint of wine-red hair. And only one boy in the school was cool enough to dye his hair like this, so it wasn’t hard to know who it was.

And even if you didn’t want to approach him today, you suddenly did. And that was how you found yourself walking around the school trying to find Heeseung. But with no luck you almost gave up, but that was when you saw him in the school ground, looking like he was about to leave?

Your feet sprinted down the stairs, on your tippy toes for better support and quicker movements. You ran out of the school and to where Heeseung was standing, tripping halfway right into Heeseung, good thing Heeseung had amazing reflexes and caught you, in a very weird position even. 

And before you could even speak, he spoke.

“Look I am sorry.” He said while he bit down slightly into the skin of his inner lip. “Hee-“ You got cut off.

“I am actually so sorry, and I know this won’t make up for anything but.” He adds.

“Heeseung, thank y-“ And again you get caught off.

He turns his head to you. “Don’t say it, okay?! I need to go; I have doctors’ appointment.” His face was trembling. And as he begins to walk off, you grab him by the shirt. 

“You’re lying, what’s wrong Heeseung.” And even if he is looking at you with those sad eyes, he still somehow look gorgeous.

“Everything, these feelings and all this that is happening, Y/n, pretty, I really have to go, I can’t see you anymore, I shouldn’t feel these things.” he runs away before you can discuss back. 

“Heeseung…” You whisper out. You peak into the gift bag, there was a white colored letter in it and on it read ‘Read after one week’

Very sure it was Heeseung’s own handwriting as well, you put the letter back into the bag, even if you were obviously tempted to just read it on the spot. 

School ended later than usual, exactly the hour where the subway was the most crowded in the entire day. People were pushing and stumbling to get into the busy subways after a long exhausting day at work. And yet you were here now as well to get home.

As the doors opened, you noticed that there was no way you could fit into that tight subway. It was filled to the brim and people were standing up against each other like never before. You knew that you weren’t getting in this time and decided to wait for the next one, in hopes of fitting in.

But just as you were about to take a step back, you saw the wine-red hair, hidden behind some people, you both got eye contact. It was Heeseung again, your breath got stuck in your throat, when he pushed his way a little out. He reached out with his hand to take hold of your arm. He gently pulled you into the subway, into his chest.

Your breath hitched and your heartbeat increased. You and Heeseung were literally smooshed together with glue right now, you both were so close, that you could feel his breath, his arm was around your waist and the other one holding onto a bar. 

“How many stops are you going?” He asked, when suddenly the subway stopped and you stumbled a little, his arm tightened around you protectively.

“f-four” You stutter, stupid stupid stupid.

He nods, you could feel him nodding against your head. And what probably felt like an hour, was only 8 minutes, where you were standing up against him.

“Thanks, Heeseung.” You look up at him to see that he is already looking down at you. His eyes were filled with love, but you couldn’t see it, and all he wanted right now was to kiss those pretty lips of yours.

“Don’t mention it.” He says in a cold voice, before loosening his grip on you, so that you can walk out of the subway. He looks from a distance, to make sure you made it out safely.

But then he thought about it. You walking home alone this late at night, he couldn’t shake off the feeling to walk you home. So, he pushed out of the subway to get to the escalator, to catch up with you.

“Y/n!” he shouted, making people turn heads. You stop in you tracks on the way out to look back at Heeseung running after you.

“Did I forget something?” You ask, a little confused.

“Not really, I just don’t think you should walk home alone at this hour.” He pants slightly.

And with that you both walk to your house. Was it awkward? Yeah, a little, but it was okay, because Heeseung made you feel safe. And he spoke again, once at your doorstep. 

“Sorry again Y/n…” He said looking down. You smile because he is so unbelievably cute, even behind those ice-cold eyes and his ice-cold self.

“Heeseung…” You take a deep breath, taking one of his hands in yours. He looks up at you, his eyes speak for itself, he is heartbroken and lost. 

“I forgive you Heeseung.” He gets confused, bubbly inside, he doesn’t know why but you just make him so happy, that it melts him. How could a person be more perfect. And why would you forgive him, after everything, you are too nice.

And you that you slowly step into your house, but just before, Heeseung shouts.

“Y/n, but why? why?” He speaks and blink a couple of times.

“Because I can see you changed, and that you want to change, into something more. And that’s all I care about.” You smile at him, and he smiles back, GOD that smile was the world to you.

“Y/n, can we meet at seven p.m. in the classroom tomorrow, I wanna talk to you again.” you nod and close the door to your apartment.

Heeseung feels his chest warm up just by thinking about you. He still doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, and how he is gonna choose between you and his best friends. 

He turns around and sees your neighbor walk out. He looked like a very typical old grandpa.

“Oh, are you dating Y/n, I saw you with her.” The man tilts his head, slowly opening his door.

“Ehm, it’s kinda complicated.” Heeseung chuckles.

“Oh okay, hope to see you around handsome lad.” The man walks into his apartment, while Heeseung just scratches the back of his neck. 

Next day in school, the first thing the teacher did, was to give you new seatmates. And guess what, you sat with Heeseung. It was a shook when both of you heard your names being pared. He looked over at you at the moment and you both quickly changed your seat so that you were sitting together.

Due to being closer to the window now, you shivered all over your body. You got goosebumps and felt extremely cold. You weren’t even halfway through winter, and you were already growing tired of the cold season, cold and snow and most of all, wind. You hated it, more than anybody, because you were extremely sensitive to cold. 

Heeseung noticed how your whole body seemed tense and how you shivered while having your arms crossed over you. How unconsidered of the school to give the girls short sleeved uniforms in the winter, without anything good enough to keep you warm, the only thing that was given, was a very thin cardigan.

“Can’t they close the windows...” you murmured to yourself, while the teacher was talking about the lesson, you didn’t notice how Heeseung heard it very clearly.

“Teacher?” Heeseung raised his hand, getting the teachers attention.

“Yes” She answered back.

“Can we close the windows? its kinda cold in here.” The teacher nodded and you couldn’t help but feel cared for when Heeseung said it, and you knew it was for you that he did it, because he didn’t seem like he was cold. You blushed slightly as Heeseung reached over you to close the last window.

“You seem very cold.” He said, sitting down. Again, with his very unbothered tone, but really, you could hear the sincerity and care in his word, and the way his eyebrows arched, made it even more clear and cute.

“Mh.” You let out, before he peeled off his jacket and wrapped it around you. You thanked him, probably with very red cheeks, that were burning hot. And your shy smile on top. He literally grew weak for you. And it meant everything to him, to see you comfortable. 

As the day went on, you had your interactions with Heeseung, all while you could feel Jakes eyes boring into you from behind, while Sunghoon and Jay were goofing around and laughing like they weren’t surrounded by a lot of students. They seemed pretty unbothered about you and Heeseung. Mostly just because it was already a routine for them to not beat you up. 

It was getting darker. And you went home, but you remembered that you were meeting up with Heeseung at the school again.

Both of you were nervous, especially Heeseung, this conversation and these things he was going to tell you, probably meant more to him than anything else. Was he gonna choose you over his friends?

You didn’t know what Heeseung had been planning to tell you. But you had an idea, another apology probably. 

Heeseung just stayed at the school waiting for you, he didn’t give a single shit about going home. You came a little early, and noticed how Heeseung was already sitting in the classroom waiting for you. 

When it became darker outside, everything just felt more depressing, and it was also the time where Heeseung was the most vulnerable. He was staring out the window when you came, as his eyes teared up for some reason. 

“Heeseung?” You said, tilting your head, making Heeseung turn his head to you. He stood up and walked over to you. 

“Hey, look I don’t wanna start off like this, but I don’t have much time. So, Y/n, I am so sorry.” He stands in front of you.

“Hee, I said I forgive you.” You stare up at him.

“No Y/n. I don’t mean to pour my heart out like this to you, and making you see me this vulnerable. But you don’t deserve me, you deserve someone who can give you the world. And even if past remains the past, and I promised to never let something like that happen again, it just still lies and it’s something where I can’t even defend myself when saying this.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. He takes your hands in his.

“The thing is. I really care for you, and I r-really l-love you. And also, Jake gave me two days for me to figure out that I don’t actually have feelings for you. But I can’t deny it anymore, I truly fell for you. And the things I did to you, was so wrong of me. I was going through a lot, and Jake helped me so much, and now I have to choose between my friends and you. I was so selfish and didn’t think about how it affected you. You don’t deserve me; you are too nice and pretty and and and perfect.” He was stumbling over his last words.

“And after all, I don’t even think you would love someone like me. And you shouldn’t, because I am a literal monster to you.” He was crying and sobbing. 

You didn’t think about how much he was struggling too. And he deserved more than anything. And you fell too even when he had been an idiot. 

You stood up on your toes to catch him in a kiss, he seemed so shocked about it first, but kissed back anyways, before taking your face in his hands while he was crying.

He was so perfect everything was perfect about him, almost, but all people have their flaws, but only the best can get rid of them.

Was he dreaming, everything seemed to fade the second your lips hit his. He wanted to be careful, but it was so hard to hold back the urge to just kiss you rougher, when you were so addicting and tasted so sweet. 

And you both were just standing there. Little did you know that Jake had heard, seen everything. He suddenly felt guilty about everything he had done. Clearly his friend fell for this girl, and all he did was to be selfish and keep him all to himself. And as his best friend, he didn’t so the right thing to you in the first place.

A smile crept on Jakes face. He helped Heeseung maybe a little. So, he walked off, giving you guys some privacy.

You pulled away after a hot minute of you guys kissing, trying to catch your breath. Heeseung almost chased your lips but stopped mid-way. 

“Heeseung, I don’t care about what happened, you just have to know that I love you too and that you were never the monster. So, I forgive you, a hundred percent. And you deserve everything.” You connected your foreheads, letting out a puff of air.

“Really?” His eyes were glossy as his smile only grew bigger.

“But I don’t deserve someone like you-“  He says.

“You absolutely do.” You hug him and he hugs back instantly. 

“I am so sorry pretty, for everything. I also have to meet with Jake now, I don’t know how it will go but I know that I won’t ever leave you or hurt you again.” He lets go of you and you smile at him.

“Go, meet him.” You smile, letting him go.

“See you after?” He asks. You nod. He doesn’t leave before giving you one last peck. 

Heeseung was clutching his hands together on the way down the stairs. OMG everything happened so quickly, but he got the girl, even if he would never forgive how he was in the past and how he didn’t think that he was the right one for you. But looking at the positive, the only one he need to proof that him and you were meant to be, was himself. And how? By showing you how much he loved and cared for you, show affection and crave for you, and protect you from anything.

He saw Jake standing outside the school with his phone in his hand.

Heeseung approached him. “Hi Jake.” He spoke looking like an unbothered king.

“Hey Heeseung.” He spoke back.

“I made up my mind. I am choosing her, even if I don’t know how to lose you, you mean everything to me Jake, but I don’t want all of this to affect Y/n anymore.” Heeseung said looking down, deep inside, it was probably the hardest thing to say, but he did it, even if he just wanted to keep all of his friends.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Jake smiled at Heeseung, making him confused.

“What?” Heeseung didn’t understand the meaning behind these words fully.

“I am so sorry for making you choose, and I take everything back, I just couldn’t accept that you were suddenly taking her side, I felt that you just wanted to leave us, but now I feel guilty for what I did. And I know that wasn’t what you wanted to do. Choosing her is the only right thing to do, but…you wont loose any of us. I want us to start a new, with Sunghoon and Jay.” Jake said with tears in his eyes but still smiling.

“Are you with me? Starting a now all of us together. Y/n can join too, as I see you and her have something going on.” Jake says. Heeseung is in shock once again. And maybe at the end of the day, he had his perfect happy ending.

“You want to do that for us!?” Heeseung pulled Jake into a hug.

“Of course, I also think it better this way, seeing us all happy.” Jake mumbled into Heeseung’s shirt.

“You are the best friend ever, you know that, right?” Heeseung said excitedly.

Sunghoon and Jay suddenly appeared and joined Heeseung and Jake. All of them reunited once again.

“Don’t cry Heeseung.” Sunghoon chuckled slightly, with glossy eyes.

“You are making us cry too.” Jay said. They all laughed at how ridiculous it all was. 

You watched from a distance. They seemed so happy together, and even if you couldn’t hear them, you knew it was a happy ending.

You walk out of the school when you feel was the right time.

“I think there is someone you need to talk with.” Jake nodded against you. Heeseung turned around, his mouth turned into an upside-down smile. Sunghoon, Jay and Jake left Heeseung alone with you. 

You both watched each other form a distance, before heeseung came running to you throwing his bag on the way. He picked you up, spinning you around, while you wrapped your arms around him.

“Heeseung!?” You laughed, legs wrapped around his torso.

“I seriously don’t deserve this happy of an ending.” He laughed.

“Yes, you do Heeseung. I am guessing you and the others will remain friends?” you ask.

“Definitely, starting a new, but this time with you…if you want.” He blinks, eyes filled with love and lust.

“Of course I do.” You hug him, snuggling your nose into his neck.

“Then, if it’s the right time now… can I be yours?” He asks.

“More than anything in the world Heeseung. And can I be yours?” you pull back to get eye contact.

“More than anything Y/n. Do you wanna seal it with a kiss?” He asks genuinely.

You don’t even answer, you just lean in and capture his lips, in a heated kiss.

One week passed. A week of Heeseung constantly showing his love for you. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, words, and so much more. Heeseung really wanted to prove to you, that he really meant everything he said. You have gotten closer to Jake, Jay and Sunghoon too.

You sit by the table at Heeseung’s apartment, slowly opening the letter he gave you. The letter is short. It only consists of about three sentences.

Heeseung comes from behind wrapping his arms around your waist. Snuggling even closer to you, if it was possible. You read the sentences in your head, Heeseung does too.

It says…

’Did it end well?’ 

‘Are you happy and comfortable?’

‘Are you mine?’

You turn your head back and look at him.

“Yes.” You breath. He giggles and lift you up, setting you both down on the couch, still back hugging you.

“I love you more than anything baby.” He says, you turn slightly, switching the position a little.

“I love you more.” You giggle.

“That’s not fair.” He sulks, burying his nose into your neck.

Extra scene~ “How the fuck did Heeseung get a girl before me. Like look at how handsome I am.” You were at a café with Heeseung, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon. When Sunghoon then brought up this topic. You and Heeseung had been dating for around a month now.

“Where the hell does all Sunghoon’s confidence come from?” Jay asks.

“No but like, how is Heeseung pulling bitches, while I be pulling uno cards from this deck” Sunghoon groaned while pulling up his 14 cards.

“My baby is no bitch.” Heeseung pouted, his arm pulling you into a makeshift hug.

“Maybe that’s why, he is smooth af and he treats her like an absolute princess.” Jake scoffs.

Heeseung giggles and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

“Heeseung!! You are all sweaty, get off me.” The boys went to play basket just before while you just filmed them, making Heeseung drip with sweat.

“You love it!” He hugs you closer, forcing you to lay down into him.

“They’re seriously so lovesick, I can’t” Jake rolls his eyes while laughing.

[propheticbride]

Slut

“What did I just say to you, slut?”

Rafe grabs you by the chin and turns your head, forcing you to shift your eyes back to the mirror beside the bed that runs from the floor to the ceiling. “I said that I wanted you to watch.”

Your cheeks flush as you take in your reflection. Sitting astride Rafe’s lap with one of his large hands curled around your throat, the mirror gives you both the perfect view as you ride him, able to watch each time that his dick slips in and out of your cunt. Shame and embarrassment course hotly through your system, twinning together with the odd sensation of arousal that, despite everything, Rafe still manages to bring out in you.

“You can move now,” he drawls, giving your throat a gentle squeeze. It’s not so much a threat as it is a simple reminder. Rafe is in charge. Rafe is in control. And it’s simply in your best interest to play along and give him what he wants. “Come on, princess. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I’m sorry, Rafey,” you mumble quietly. As you begin to roll your hips once again, settling your hands on his chest for leverage, you try to keep your eyes focused on the mirror, but it only takes a few moments before embarrassment overtakes you, and you look away once more. “I can’t do this.”

Rafe huffs at you, baring his teeth as he tightens his grip on your throat. “Did I ask you for your opinion, whore?” he sneers. “I told you I wanted you to watch, and that’s what you should be doing.”

A soft whimper slips past your lips, hot tears welling up in your eyes.

“Don’t even start with that,” Rafe growls, and you quickly blink them away.

You can always cry later, you remind yourself. Later when you’re alone. When you’re safe.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper again. Steering yourself, you swallow your embarrassment and turn to stare straight in the mirror as you raise and lower your hips, grinding your clit against his pubic bone as you ride him. Your arousal slowly returns to you, bleeding through your veins and causing a spark of something other than shame to ignite in your lower belly. Not only do you feel yourself begin to grow wetter, but you can see it as well. Your slick glistens on his dick, and your mouth parts just slightly as you watch, all traces of embarrassment seeping from your body.

“That’s it,” he purrs, stroking his thumb over the hollow of your throat. “You like it, don’t you? I knew that you would.” You dig your nails into skin, raking them down his chest as you begin to roll your hips faster, making him hiss. “Always acting so shy and innocent, but deep down you’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Rafey.” you pant, your mind beginning to cloud over with a haze of lust and want and desire and, worst of all, need.

“Look at you, making a mess all over my dick. What a needy little thing you are.” Rafe bucks his hips up, and the force of his thrust catches you off guard, causing you to cry out in both surprise and pleasure. “That sweet cunt of yours is mine.”

You meet his gaze in the mirror, locking eyes with him as you once again pick up your pace, feeling your orgasm begin to build in your belly. “Yes, Rafe.”

“Are you going to cum for me?” Rafe murmurs, reaching down in between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb. “I want you to watch yourself. Watch how fucking beautiful you are when you fall apart. Go on. Soak my dick.”

All it takes is another brush of his thumb over your clit for you to cum, and you resist the urge to close your eyes as your orgasm slams into you. The force of it is so intense that it makes you tremble, and you moan loudly as the walls of your cunt flutter around his dick.

“Rafe,” you whine, and he simply shushes you, not even bothering to correct your slip of the tongue.

You barely recognize your own reflection in the mirror; the girl who’s rolling her hips so forcefully, so aggressively, her skin all flushed and sweaty as her cum seeps out from her cunt and drips all over Rafe’s dick, whining loudly as she scratches her nails down is chest surely can’t be you.

“See?” Rafe asks as he once again locks eyes with you in the mirror. “Isn’t this so much better than John B?” His mouth makes contact with your neck hard, and you whimper at the pain.

“Yes,” you breathe. And you do. The creature atop Rafe, so unashamed in her pleasure and need, knows he’s better than her boyfriend who had been way too distant to have any emotional connection like this.

“That’s my good girl”

[cupidsyndrome]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ THE OTHER WOMAN.

🏹 HURT / FALSE COMFORT, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP. 675 WORDS. 💌 it's easy to forget the ring on his finger whenever the two of you are together. 🩷 cw. suggestive. mentions of cheating. ran being manipulative, reader being delusional.

ran haitani has a wife.

you’ve known it since the beginning– he told you all about her. marital struggles laid bare before you– heated arguments, desire for divorce, you’ve heard it all. ten months have passed since the day you’ve started fooling around with him– ten long months where you’ve continuously believed in his words. you know it’s a bad thing to do, a bad thing to wish upon another woman; you can’t help it. not when he’s always so gentle, so nice with you. 

you’ve met his friends. you’ve even met his brother. you’ve seen how their gazes shifted from ran to you– full of confusion, perhaps even a little bit of judgement. but as he makes you sit on his lap, looking all proud of his possession– you find it hard to care. ran haitani is nothing if not an enigmatic man. it’s easy to get lost in him– trying to solve the puzzle of his words, searching for hidden meanings behind each promise. clandestine meetings and poisonous gifts become a routine you’ve grown accustomed to.

he’s always there. when you leave work, ready to pick you up. when you’re on your day off, ready to whisk you away on yet another one of his rendezvous. 

the lines between an affair and a relationship got blurry some time ago, when he introduced you as his girlfriend (you were always his ‘friend’, before that day)-- your heart had skipped a beat that night. it’s a foolish thing, falling in love. delusions eat your mind away, offering your heart on a platter for a man you could never truly have. 

the nights shared with him are the worst. the divine ecstasy shatters when your eyes open, and the ring dangling around his neck taunts you. jealousy tugs at you, begging you to do something– and you succumb to its order. your teeth sinking into his neck, imprinting a scarlet mark of your own. it doesn’t faze him– nothing ever does. does he know the meaning of it all ? you’re unsure– it’s hard to tell with him. 

i love you.

everything comes crashing down on a random friday. you’re getting home from work– sitting next to him while he silently drives. the confession spills from your mouth before you can even stop yourself. you’ve thrown up the words, your body purging itself of that sinful secret. 

ran doesn’t answer– doesn’t acknowledge you. 

it’s hard not to notice the way his body had stiffen, hands flexing as his jaw hardened. you want to take it all back, you want to beg him to forget about what you’ve said. you’re just as frozen as he is. vision blurring, hands tightly gripping onto the seatbelt. the air is thick with tension and you’re dreading the moment you’ll have to get out of the car.

the engine stops.

you’re home.

“what do you know about love ?” the bite in his voice makes you jump. it makes you feel like an idiot– like a child, and maybe that’s what you are. you’ve never seen him like that– fox eyes that you’ve grown so used to feeling suddenly oh-so foreign. it’s humiliating. “don’t ever say that shit again.” your throat tightens and tears start streaming down your cheeks– it’s only when you hiccup that you realise just how miserable you are. you hear him sigh, and you’re preparing yourself for whatever he has to say.

his hand reaches out for your face, slender fingers gently wiping your tears away. “don’t cry, baby,” there it is again– that softness reserved for you. “that was mean of me, uh ?,” he asks and you shake your head. it’s an automatism– no, you’re not mean, you’re right. as you uncontrollably sob, you find yourself wishing to comfort him. “it’s just– don’t make this weird, okay ? we’re good, let’s keep it that way.” 

you agree. 

ran haitani has a wife and your heart aches for the day he’ll finally keep his promise. until then, being the other woman isn’t as agonising as not having him at all.

© CUPIDSYNDROME, all rights reserved.

[moodymisty]

'We float for Macragge.' That is the cutest quote ever omg. Thank you for blessing me with this, I'd never seen the meme before. The blueberries are so charming sometimes 🥺 -anon that likes excerpts

It's one of the less popular iconic WH40k memes, but I see people reference it sometimes. Here's some more funnies because I like forcing people to read this stuff.

There's also the fucking hilarious scene of an astartes with new terminator armor falling through a floor, and his buddy has to call a crew with a crane to get him out, which is fucking hysterical. (master of sanctity)

‘Some kind of sub-level here,’ reported Daellon. ‘Descending.’ ‘Wait!’ yelled Telemenus, but his warning came too late. The audio pick-ups brought the sound of splintering woods and crumbling ferrocrete followed by an almighty crash. Daellon cursed without pause over the vox. ‘Report,’ barked Arbalan. ‘Brother Daellon misjudged the load bearing of some internal stairs, brother-sergeant,’ said Telemenus, trying not to laugh. For once he was glad somebody else was attracting the negative scrutiny. There was a chuckle from Cadmael and a sigh from Arbalan. ‘Daellon, can you climb out?’ asked the sergeant. ‘Negative, a three metre drop at least. The floor will not hold my weight to pull myself up.’ ‘No threats detected,’ Telemenus added, his auspex sensors encompassing the long row of huts. ‘Understood,’ said Arbalan. He sounded impatient. ‘Daellon, remain in place, I will signal for an armoury extraction team. Telemenus, rejoin the squad.'

There's also a book I don't remember where a group of baseline humans are descending from tight steps with an astartes, and are VERY concerned at the creaking of the stairs from his weight. Chunky boi

Also here's Guilliman making a joke in Armour of Fate about him being stuck in this massive bulky armor and Sicarius just, doesn't get it. This moment was another reason why I always recommend Dark Imperium to people, it just kind of gets Guilliman and how different he is from his legion now.

Sheaves of blueprints were scattered across the desk in front of him. He spotted something of interest written on one and reached for it, gritting his teeth against the purring of the suit. He always reached with his right hand. The integration points for the Hand of Dominion on his left made picking anything up nigh on impossible, even with the over gauntlet and its underslung bolter removed. Day-to-day tasks such as this were a struggle. His armoured fingers pushed at slick plastek. Ceramite skidded across the papers, knocking them to the ground in wafting flutters. ‘Oh, for the love of…’ he grumbled as he bent awkwardly to pick them up. The Armour of Fate was bulky. As its waist joint prevented him from flexing his spine and reaching the floor, he had to kneel. He reached for the scattered flimsies. Fingertips failed to grasp the sheets, sending them fleeing in small armadas over the polished floor. He growled in frustration, abandoned his task and stood, drawing a curious look from Sicarius. ‘I have the manual dexterity of a Legio Cybernetica battle automaton!’ Guilliman said. ‘Created by the Lord of All Mankind, master of the greatest armies in the Imperium, and I cannot pick up a plastek flimsy.’ He glared at the offending articles. ‘My greatest enemy.’ There was a thoughtful quiet. ‘You are joking, my lord?’ said Sicarius. Guilliman looked at Sicarius. He had to turn all the way around to do so. The pauldrons, ornamental wings and large halo mounted on his back made it impossible for him to see over his shoulder. At least he had stopped knocking into things. There was that. ‘By the Throne, why am I expected to be serious at all times? Yes, Captain Sicarius, I am making light of my predicament. During the worst of the Great Crusade, I was known to make the occasional jest. Even after Terra fell. I did not spend my entire previous life writing deep thoughts into little notebooks, but sometimes dared to enjoy myself. I suppose that was not recorded in the hagiographies.’ ‘Humour is not something you are renowned for, my lord.’ ‘My time in this new age has revealed that to me amply.’

I have way too many random book moments stuck in my head. And not enough space for actual useful information.

[steviesbicrisis]

The Choice is Yours, Steve Harrington

When Steve Harrington starts getting threatening texts from an unknown number, he tries to take matters into his own hands. Little does he know that every choice he makes could have major consequences. His choices matter, and so do yours. So, what’s it gonna be? (An interactive modern day AU! by @steviesbicrisis and @hairstevington)

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Ugh. Hargrove.

The guy was just - he really sucked, and Steve wished he was fucking gone. Now he was threatening Henderson? No way. Steve was going to settle this once and for all. Billy wasn’t going to mess with him anymore, he’d make sure of it.

Of course, Dustin was at the stupid concert. Steve really wanted to avoid it, but obviously he would do anything to protect his friends. He headed off to the Fairgrounds, practicing his speech to Billy the whole drive.

Listen to me, asshole. You’re gonna stay away from me and you’re definitely gonna stay away from my friends, or else. Got it?

By the time Steve got to the concert, it was winding down. People were pouring into the parking lot and speeding away in their cars. Steve knew that the kids planned on sticking around afterwards in hopes of meeting the band, so he figured they’d still be there.

It was kind of scary, being there alone at night. Robin was around somewhere, though, so that gave him some peace. He could probably just say her name three times and she’d appear beside him.

He continued looking for his friends as the place emptied out, feeling chills down his spine with every passing moment.

And then, he heard Billy’s voice. He sounded angry, as always. Steve followed the voice, puffing his chest out and trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible.

“Hargrove,” he said once he rounded the corner. Billy was alone, and he smiled the moment he realized it was Steve approaching him.

“Harrington!” he cheered wickedly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna leave us alone,” Steve demanded. “Me, Dustin, my other friends, all of us.” Billy smiled, fearlessly closing the gap between him and Steve until their faces were inches apart.

“Or what?” Billy teased between gritted teeth. “What are ya gonna do to me, Steve? You think you could take me down?”

Steve swallowed. Something about Billy always brought out his worst, most violent urges. Truthfully, Steve knew he wouldn’t win in a fight with Hargrove, and yet - he threw the first punch.

Steve’s fist clocked into Billy’s jaw. He laughed in response, then tried to hit back, but Steve dodged it. He was doing well at first - keeping up, at least - and then Billy got the upper hand.

Steve fell to the floor. Billy got on top of him. There was punch after punch after punch, and then everything went black.

When Steve came to, his ears were ringing and his head felt like it was going to explode. He’d failed. He’d come here to protect Dustin, and now who knew where he was or if he was safe? Steve sat up, and that’s when he saw that he still wasn’t alone.

Billy was on the floor across from him, sitting up with his back to the wall. He wasn’t moving. Steve couldn’t see much in the dim light, so he used his phone to get a better look.

Oh.

Oh, shit. There was blood everywhere, all stemming from stab wounds to the stomach and cuts on his arms.

Billy was dead.

Steve jumped backwards, falling over and skittering across the floor to get as much distance from the body as possible. This wasn’t happening. No, this wasn’t - who could have done this?

His shaky hand went back to his phone, which he’d dropped on the floor upon his discovery. He picked it up to call the police, because that’s what he knew he was supposed to do next. Even in his shock, he knew that’s what he had to do.

He dialed 9-1-1, and then his phone buzzed.

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[sortofshea]

On the 12th day of @hprecfest this fandom gave to me...

Day 12: a fic by your favourite author

Title: Heal Thyself by @astolat

Pairing: Draco x Harry

Teen | 46.9k words

Summary:

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”

“What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

"Oh, I thought you might,” she said. “Well, goodbye.” And off she wandered again in her addled way.

Why I recommend it:

Choosing a "favourite" author from this fandom is an impossible task. Astolat won this spot despite a whole host of other contenders because I cannot simply pick one, but many of my other favourite authors are featuring in other prompts and I've read just about every single scrap of HP fanfiction she's written.

This fic is an absolutely stunning exploration of Draco's journey to redemption after the war. It is very apparent that he only begins the course to become a healer out of pride and spite, but after a few years, he starts to realize that he also wants this for himself. He struggles and fights his way through a wand that is reluctant to cooperate with him and the reactions of the public and his peers to his presence in the course.

Through gritted teeth, Draco works hard to make ammends for his past. He lives, breathes and sleeps his studies and work. This guy stops going out unless his very beneficent senior tells him he must. Even after he graduates and goes on to become a special consultant for only the most difficult of cases, he has to be kicked out of the hospital by the Chief Mediwizard. Not for good, of course, just out of the permanent residences and told to get a real flat and work no more than 5 days a week.

Draco has found something that he is not only good at, but is also benefitting both his patients and himself. His patients recieve care from literally the best Magister in England, and Draco finds that he is able to heal the bits of his soul that have been eroded by dark magic and corruption.

Listen, House, MD is one of my all time facourite shows. Draco doesn't give Dr. House per-se, but he is portrayed as a grumpy, tortured prodigy who is more often than not, the only one capable of saving his patients. The story is full of such beautifully crafted magical theory and magical medical lore, its truly brilliant. I crave this. I eat that shit right up. I will never stop rereading this fic.

As for the drarry of it all, Harry comes into the story when Draco has reached the top of his game, essentially. He's rebuilt his life in as successful a fashion as he knows how, and he's found a certain fulfillment and even peace with himself. Harry is deeply mistrusting of him and holds an unfairly harsh opinion, even after Draco saves his life. Having coincidentally discovered that fragments of all 3 killing curses Voldemort hit Harry with had not exactly vacated his body, Draco begins operating at once. It is a long, exhausting and harrowing procedure, but he does it. After the fact, Harry decides he's lying about something, hiding something and reverts to his basic programming; he begins stalking investigating Draco Malfoy.

When he discovers absolutely nothing, not a single hair out of place, he is baffled. He realizes that somehow Draco has literally managed to cleanse himself of all darkness. Despite all odds, he has crawled out of the corruption that was bred into him and come out a changed man - but also very much the same Draco he has always been. Honestly, after Harry has his come to Jesus moment and realizes he has feelings for Draco, its all very quick and easy between them.

Watching Harry fall into old habits and expect absolutely nothing but the worst from Draco, it's so stunningly relieving when he finally clues into it all. After realizing that Draco is a changed man, Harry mostly just finds it incredibly amusing to hang around and annoy him. It takes some time before he realizes that he has feelings for Draco, but when he does, these two quickly fall into such an easy rhythm with each other.

I need to end this outrageously long rec, thanks for reading for this long. Just do yourself a favour and go read this phenomenal fic. Also go leave kudos and comments!

Honourable mentions also go to Erosmancy, House Proud, The Compact, Reparatio and Slithering, which are some of my other favourites by Astolat.

[ruewrites]

AO3

Ship: Beelzebub/MC

Word Count: 2579

Warning(s): Sensory Issues

A/N: This was my second piece for the gift exchange @obeymeholidayexchange for @qrowsofafeather! I don't normally write for MC, but the prompt I picked was "Beelzebub takes a food adverse/picky MC out to sample Devildom food to find something they will like". As someone who is also sensitive to food textures I couldn't not do it. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT QROW 💗

Getting Yuki to eat their first day in the Devildom had been a challenge all on their own. Beelzebub remembered the way they tried to smile, their hooves shaking as they attempted, and failed, to force down the tiniest bite he’d ever witnessed down their throat. The partially chewed up  morsel wound its way back onto their plate, and Yuki bowed their head to excuse themselves from the table in a quick little flurry. 

They insisted they weren’t hungry anymore, and yet Beelzebub still found them rooting through the fridge late in the night when he did his own midnight snack run. They’d almost fallen from the shelf they were standing on after being startled, the light emitting from the fridge illuminated their bleary eyes. The following events had been quick and not thought through and had nearly woken up the other occupants of Lamentation. Knowing Lucifer, it definitely could have ended in a much more upsetting fashion than a few pieces of devil ham hock and a cup of screaming succotash on the floor.

It was confusing, Beelzebub wouldn’t lie, normally other people weren’t sneaking around the kitchen at night. His appetite dwarfed theirs and, for the most part, three meals and a few tiny snacks was enough to tide most people over. So why would Yuki be rooting around in the fridge at night? For a moment, he wondered if such a small creature could possibly have an appetite as large as his, and for a single second he understood why others were amazed. 

Then Yuki explained after rapid apologies. They weren’t satisfied earlier, they were still hungry, but the texture of the meat- once their teeth dug into it, they couldn’t bring themselves to eat anymore. It was all wrong, too chewy. It wasn’t right, Yuki’s teeth couldn’t cut into it quite right, and the crunching  sound it made when they hit gristle-

They felt terrible and embarrassed. 

Yuki wanted to like the food, they really did.

They wanted to eat it, but they couldn’t.

Beelzebub thought it sounded terrible. Texture getting in the way of the enjoyment of food? What would it be like for him if he had to constantly worry about what he ate with his appetite? All the food he enjoyed, he would always have to worry about it and fret. And if it wasn’t right he wouldn’t be able to eat? It sounded like the worst punishment a demon even crueler than Lucifer would come up with!

So, since that day, Beel paid close attention to the food that was made, as did the rest of his brothers. 

Yuki preferred tender meat, the kind that would fall apart in the mouth and that was juicy. They also liked things that were crispy, but they could never be too chewy. That was bad. For vegetables, they could be crispy or cooked, but they could never be mushy. Vegetables had to have some sort of structure or else they wouldn’t feel quite right. Food also couldn’t be too stringy or contain any gristle at all. 

Not every time was perfect, and every now and again one of them would make a mistake or they would have food that Yuki couldn’t eat. In that case they always kept a select few foods on standby that were known as Yuki’s safe foods. Beel tried his best not to touch them, and if he did he made sure he went to buy them more as soon as he could. 

The other issue, that Beel didn’t even realize, was the subject of restaurants. 

When going out to eat, Yuki could never be certain of the textures of food they’d come across. Even if the food smelled, looked, and tasted good, it could still have a less than welcoming texture for Yuki. 

The thought that he couldn’t safely enjoy restaurants with Yuki was an upsetting one, and one he would have to come up with a solution for. Sharing food was a form of sharing affection for him. Sharing food was a form of love for him. If he had to put a little more effort in, he was sure that he could find a way to share his love with Yuki.

Food was a great way to get to know someone, it was a gateway to their soul.

Like how Mammon liked really spicy food and Asmo liked sweets. 

Mammon was fiery and spirited and always tried to step in for them.

Meanwhile Asmo was kind and supportive and always ready to point out their best qualities. 

It just made sense to Beel, and he wanted to learn more about their human exchange student. It had been a while since they’d come to the Devildom, true, but it was never too late to learn something new about the person you cared about. Food was the spice and flavor of life, and the more food can be enjoyed, the more life can be enjoyed.

Beelzebub wanted Yuki to enjoy life without trouble as much as possible. 

One day, he approached the small sheep, list in hand and laid it before them. 

“Tell me which group of textures appeals the most to you.”

The bell around their neck jingled softly as they looked up at him in confusion. 

“Trust me on this.” He laid another list in front of them. “I also have some groupings of scenery too. Noise, lights, things like that. I know those can bother you too.”

He watched as they carefully circled the groupings that most appealed to them, taking extra care and thought to each of the pairings on the sheet, even going as far as to rate which groupings would be the most unpleasant to most pleasant.  Once completed, Yuki stepped away from the lists and looked up at him with a jingle of their bell. They tilted their head curiously as Beel took the lists in his hands.

“Nothing I can tell you yet,” he said in response, “Just know that I’m gonna make plans.”

And make plans he did. 

Beel took Yuki’s notes into special consideration as he went to every restaurant he could think of in the vicinity. The textures, the atmosphere, it all had to be perfect. He didn’t even really care if they put a limit on his own potions, if Yuki could eat their fill that would make him more than happy. He even asked the staff what type of light fixtures they used (and chewed on a few for good measure). Everything had to be perfect for them, Yuki had to enjoy this meal. It couldn’t just taste good, it had to feel good.

What good was food if it wasn’t appetizing? If it didn’t touch the soul? If it wasn’t an experience?

Food had to be all of those things, because food was meant to be enjoyed and savored on the tongue. It warmed a body from the pit of the stomach, flowing out through the fingers and the head dizzy with endorphins. It made Beel smile and his mind buzz. He could feel it in his hands and his feet, radiating straight from his endless pit. 

Yuki deserved those good feelings too.  

The vibration.

The rush.

The joy.

And Beelzebub would do anything to make sure that experience could be guarded and cherished for them.

***

Yuki sat on Beel’s shoulder as they walked through town. It was a pleasant day, mildly chilly, just enough to liven the senses. Every shop they passed alerted Beel with a variety of pleasant and tempting aromas. They were begging him to step inside and devour everything in sight. But today was for Yuki, and Beel would stay focused for them. He couldn’t take a possible moment of enjoyment away from them to satisfy his own urges. Not today. 

Besides, Yuki’s joy would fill him more than any triple deluxe cheeseburger with extra devil sauce ever could. Even if it did sound really good, and Beelzebub thought it sounded incredibly good as it made droplets of drool form at the corners of his mouth. 

The bell around Yuki’s neck rang as they attempted to clear the drool around his mouth with a tiny cloth. 

“Hm? Oh sorry about that,” Beel said, taking the cloth from Yuki and wiping his face. The sheep tilted their head in confusion in a silent question, one that Beel understood perfectly. It wasn’t that hard to understand Yuki, he just had to listen a little differently.

“Where are we going?”

Yuki nodded.

“You’ll see, it’s a surprise.”

Their brow furrowed, and their gaze became a bit apprehensive. It was a rightful concern, but Beel was certain in what he was doing.

“Don’t worry. You’ll like it a lot. I promise. I did a lot of research.”

Yuki still seemed apprehensive, but settled back down comfortably, scooting closer to Beel’s chin.

Walking for a little while longer, the pair eventually came to a quiet little building on the edge of town. The lights were dim and soft and streamed out of the window gently onto the street. Beel opened the door to a warm and plush restaurant. The tables were wide and had hot plates on either end and a grill in the center. Beel brought them over to an empty table, kneeling down so they could hop off his shoulder with ease. Sitting across from them, he tapped the tablet screen on the table. The  screen lit up with a variety of options from different meats, vegetables, and broths to choose from.

Yuki’s bell rang twice as their head looked from the screen up to Beel.

“I know you’re normally hesitant about restaurants because of sensory things, and Devildom food is even trickier for you to navigate,” Beel said as he started to scroll through and select a variety of foods, “But I still wanted to share some of my favorite foods with you, and I wanted to take you out.”

For a moment, Beel felt like he was rambling, and an odd feeling overcame him. Face heating up, he pressed the submit button a little harder than he needed to, making the tablet bend ever so slightly and leaving a rather prominent fingerprint in his wake. He had been excited when he started, why now did he suddenly feel so shy? It didn’t make any sense in the slightest. Perhaps he could ask Belphie later about these weird feelings, but for now, he had to focus on Yuki. The urge to over explain returned and he continued to speak.

“I- I wanted to find a place we could eat out together, and take you to restaurants I really like. So I went to every restaurant I could and tried all their food and even got second opinions from other people.” Beel liked all food, and while he thought he could be pretty good at differentiating between textures and tastes, he wanted to be extra sure. If Yuki didn’t like it, Beel didn’t know if he’d be able to finish his own meal. There was still the chance that Yuki wouldn’t like this food, and the thought alone made Beel sweat. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass them and-

Maybe he should have gotten takeout instead.

Maybe bringing them out to a physical restaurant was selfish.

Maybe-

No. 

No no. He couldn’t think like this. Yuki would love this, and he was sure about that. He had to be sure about it.

“I tried a lot of different places, and it was hard to pick one. That’s why I made the lists I did for you to choose from.” He looked up at the lighting fixtures, and listened to the soft music that floated throughout the room. It wasn’t too overstimulating, he didn't think. He’d asked Levi to step inside and he seemed pretty relaxed, so it would work for Yuki too. 

“You choose what you want to eat and then you cook it yourself, either in a broth or on the thing in the middle, I can help you choose based on flavor,” Beel said, a smile finally making its way to his face, “If you have trouble with the cooking too I can help you, I’ve gotten pretty good at cooking meals for you.”

He stopped as he noticed Yuki tear up a little and wipe their eyes.

“We don’t have to though!” Beel panicked, “We can go home and make something if you don’t like it. I-”

Yuki shook their head rapidly, the jingling of their bell struggling to keep up as they did so. Walking across the table, they motioned for Beel to come closer and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His face turned a bright shade of red as Yuki took a seat next to him instead of making their way back to the other side of the table. He was in such a state of shock that he didn’t even notice when the piles of food and the bowls of broth were delivered. In fact, Yuki had to nudge him a few times to get him to notice. 

The look of concern on their face made him feel bad, he didn’t mean to worry him, that kiss had just been unexpectedly nice.

He picked up his chopsticks and dropped a slice of manic minotaur meat and dropped it into the bubbling bowl alongside some putrid potato. The seconds couldn’t have ticked by slower as they waited. The thin slices of meat always cooked the fastest and were usually done in seconds. Everything went quiet as he lifted the cooked meat from the bowl, dripping with savory juices as he looked back over to Yuki. Carefully, he held it out to them and they both held their breath as they took their first bite.

Beel had barely noticed the way Yuki closed their eyes until they flew open in wonder, and before he could react the rest of the meat was in their mouth (along with a good portion of the chopsticks).

“You like it that much huh?”

Yuki nodded their head so fast that Beel thought their bell would soar right off their neck, never to be seen again. 

“I guess that just means that we’ll have to make this our place then huh?”

He’d never felt a warmth like this before. It was a better feeling than food could ever give him, and different than the warmth he’d felt with his family. As he dropped food into their bowls and onto the grill before them, Beel rattled on about the different meats and vegetables and which ones he thought Yuki would like along with their flavors. He talked about the different drinks they could order, and he raved about desserts and the fruit and sauce options at the bar in the back.

He talked on and on and on, the warmth between them growing with each passing second.

And outside, though neither of them noticed, a soft snow started to fall and collect on the sidewalks outside, illuminated by the quiet light illuminating from the tiny restaurant on the outskirts. A tiny restaurant on the outskirts where two figures ate, and laughed, and loved.

Two figures who couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in all the Three Realms.

Two figures who were full of joy.

A joy that couldn’t be replicated anywhere, not this night.

Not with the snow falling.

Not when the world was so quiet, and calm.

Not when everything was right.

[dixidin]

♰𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Notes: I promised you guys I'd give them to you, so here we are. Anywho! Here's all the Argenthill (Argenti/Boothill) headcanons that I have. If you'd like, drop some other scenarios for these losers that I can use next time <3 (FYI, sorry if the formatting is a bit weird! Will potentially change it in the future)

Pet names (for each other)

Boothill: Darlin', rosey, hun', sweetheart, cutie, pretty boy, sugar, dimples (my hc for Argenti!), snookums (joke)

Argenti: Dearest, my rose, honey, lovely, dove, beloved, loverman (yes, based off the Ricky Montgomery song)

Hands

Boothill (when he had human hands): Pretty rough and calloused, maybe a few old scars here and there, wears rings a lot, probably bites his fingernails (causing them to be very jagged or even bleed due to his shark teeth)

Argenti: Very smooth and well taken care of, occasionally painted nails, but always trims them, a few moles here and there

Sleeping positions/habits

Boothill: Snores, knocked out like a light every time he sleeps on top of Argenti (wasn't really held that much), only wears red flannel pants to sleep (....whore...)

Argenti: The only one used to it, occasionally drools, usually sleeps on top of Boothill due to his robotic body, always gives Boothill forehead kisses when the outlaw does sleep on top of him. Night gown, bunny slippers, sleeping mask, you get the gist.

Both pretty light sleepers, but Argenti is definitely a bit heavier than Boothill

Both/Customs: They normally hold hands and face each other's foreheads when sleeping

Mornings:

Boothill usually wakes up before Argenti (which results in Argenti to stir and wake up himself), but Boothill always gives him a kiss to the back of his head and whispers a "Rest easy, hun'" or "Get some sleep, darlin'"

Random "opposite" headcanons

Boothill: Likes Venus fly traps. Collects bottles caps, lighters, hour glasses, and marbles

Argenti: Likes white roses with red tint. Collects small potion like bottles, candles, pocket watches, and jewelry

Drink dates:

Boothill takes Argenti out to bars, while Argenti takes Boothill out for tea parties. It's unusual to see an outlaw like Boothill sip from a tea cup, and weird to see a knight like Argenti to sit at a large stool sipping some wine. But it's a wholesome moment between the two and pretty healthy by introducing each other to stuff that they like that the other might not be too used to. (They make me ill)

Movie nights

Boothill's main movies: Django unchained, The harder they fall, Silence of the lambs, and The man who knew too much (Action, Thriller, Western revenge, and occasional Sci-fi)

Argenti's main movies: Pride & Prejudice, Her, Melancholia, and Elizabeth (Drama, Fantasy, Crime, and occasional Period romance)

Together, they create Brokeback Mountain (they sob everytime they watch it)

Dancing

Boothill: Tango, Quickstep, and Waltz. Literally flustered the entire time

Argenti: Ballroom dance, Foxtrot, and Waltz. Helped Boothill learn how to waltz

Cooking

Boothill: 4/10. Considering he's mostly robotic and usually gets drunk, he doesn't have that much knowledge when it comes to cooking. The worst is it being extremely burnt, and the best is when it's edible and helps you live long enough

Argenti: 6/10. Just a smidge better than Boothill, still a bit clueless when it comes to cooking. Rather a baker than a cooker

Carrying each other

Boothill: 8/10. Literally so easy. The only -2 points are that he can still slightly feel the weight (more noticeable when Argenti is wearing armor) and if Argenti has collapsed or is injured in his arms

Argenti: 7/10. A bit harder to carry cause of the large amount of metal (he's a strong boy, so dw), maybe a bit shaky the first few times Argenti picked him up

Random extra hcs and I don't know where to put </3

Boothill has flirted with Argenti many, many times when drunk, not even realizing that's his partner. Argenti always teases the cowboy about it the next day.

Boothill: .... why do ya' have.. mushrooms?

Argenti: I just think they're neat!

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. If you get inspired off my writing, please give credit. Do not put my work in any ai or repost it as your own work. Any like or repost is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! -dixidin

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Burn Eternal

Rafayel is painting when Xavier arrives, his brush strokes aggressive as he works crimson into a violent sunset. He doesn't turn around when the door opens, but his shoulders tense slightly.

"The Lightseeker graces me with his presence," he drawls, adding another angry streak of red. "To what do I owe this displeasure?"

"Caleb's back."

The brush stills. Rafayel sets it down carefully, too carefully, before turning to face Xavier. "Well, well. The prodigal brother returns. And how is our dear Colonel handling his... upgrade?"

"He spent the night with her. And the next day. In her bed."

"Ah." Rafayel's casual demeanor slips for just a moment, revealing something darker underneath. "And here I thought you were supposed to be protecting her."

"I've been trying," Xavier says through gritted teeth. "But you know how she is. How she's always been."

"Mmm, yes. Stubbornly determined to get herself killed." Rafayel moves to his bar cart, pouring two glasses of something that sparkles like starlight. "Though I suppose that's partially my fault. My heart does make her rather... resilient."

He offers one glass to Xavier, who takes it despite their mutual distrust. They both know alcohol won't affect them anyway.

"The chip in his head," Xavier says after a moment. "It's Ever tech. Military grade."

"And you think when it activates..." Rafayel's voice trails off as he swirls his drink. "Well, that would be rather poetic, wouldn't it? The protective brother becoming the thing she needs protection from."

"This isn't a joke, Rafayel."

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" The former god's eyes flash dangerously. "I gave up my kingdom, my people, everything for her. And now you're telling me some human with a computer in his brain might undo all of that?"

Xavier sets his untouched glass down. "We need to work together on this."

"Like I did with Zayne?" Rafayel's laugh is bitter. "That worked out so well last time."

"This is different. Caleb isn't bound by fate or divine punishment. He's a weapon, and weapons can be disabled."

"Or destroyed," Rafayel adds softly, watching Xavier's reaction.

"If necessary." The words clearly pain him to say.

"My, my. The noble Lightseeker, willing to kill an innocent man to protect his queen." Rafayel's smile is sharp. "How far we've fallen."

"Are you going to help or not?"

Rafayel studies him for a long moment, ancient eyes calculating. "You know, I've watched her die a thousand different ways. Drowning, burning, bleeding out in battle. But watching her heart break?" He shakes his head. "That's always been the worst."

"Which is why we need to act before—"

"Before what?" Rafayel cuts him off. "Before she falls in love with him? Too late. Before she gets hurt? That's inevitable. Before the chip activates?" He downs his drink in one smooth motion. "Now that... that might be worth discussing."

Xavier's expression hardens. "What do you know?"

"I know Ever's tech. I know how their control chips work." Rafayel moves back to his painting, adding a streak of black across the violent sky. "And I know there might be a way to... redirect its programming."

"At what cost?"

"Oh, always so suspicious." Rafayel turns back with a dangerous smile. "Let's just say I have as much interest in keeping her alive as you do. More, perhaps, since it's my heart keeping her that way."

"Your terms?"

"Help me deal with a certain ice-wielding problem, and I'll help you with your soldier boy." Rafayel's eyes glitter with malice. "After all, what's one more betrayal between immortal enemies?"

Xavier considers this, clearly weighing the risks. Finally, he nods. "Deal."

"Excellent." Rafayel picks up his brush again. "Now get out. Your self-righteousness is ruining my artistic flow."

As Xavier leaves, Rafayel adds another streak of black to his canvas, this one cutting through the heart of the sunset like a wound. He might have lost his kingdom, but he hasn't forgotten how to play at being king.

And in this game of gods and monsters, sometimes the best move is to let your enemies destroy each other.

***

Everything goes sideways when one of the guards recognizes you.

"That's the resonator!" he shouts, and suddenly there are a dozen guns trained on your position. "The one the Professor wants!"

You dive behind a stack of shipping containers as bullets pepper the air where you'd been standing. Sylus is somewhere to your left, his power thrumming through the warehouse like a living thing.

"Quite popular these days, aren't you?" His voice carries across the space, deceptively casual. But you can hear the edge underneath, the beast stirring.

"Not the time for jokes," you call back, wincing as a bullet ricochets off metal too close to your head.

"On the contrary—" There's a wet sound and a scream cuts off abruptly. "I find humor helps in these situations."

You risk a glance around the corner. Three men are down, their weapons scattered in pieces across the floor. But more are pouring in through the side entrance, and you catch fragments of radio chatter about the bounty on your head.

A bullet grazes your arm, and you bite back a cry of pain. But Sylus hears it anyway.

The temperature in the warehouse seems to drop. The air grows heavy, charged with potential energy as his power builds. You've seen him angry before, seen him kill without hesitation. But this... this is different.

"You know," he says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes your skin prickle, "I was planning to let most of you live."

He steps out from cover, his right eye blazing with otherworldly light. The air around him vibrates with barely contained power, and you feel it in your bones—the beast awakening.

One of the men fires, but the bullet stops mid-air, disintegrating into dust.

"You really shouldn't have done that."

***

Two Days Ago

"You know," Sylus drawls from behind you, "when I imagined you bent over my bike, this isn't quite what I had in mind."

You ignore the heat that creeps up your neck as you continue working on the tracking device you found attached to his motorcycle. "Do you ever stop?"

"Why would I?" You can hear the smirk in his voice. "Your blush is far too entertaining."

"I'm not blushing," you lie, focusing intently on the delicate wiring. "I'm concentrating."

He moves closer, and suddenly his breath is warm against your ear. "You can do both."

You absolutely do not shiver at his proximity. "Don't you have henchmen to terrorize?"

"Luke and Kieran are securing our entry point." His voice drops lower, rougher. "Which leaves me free to... supervise."

"You mean annoy me."

"I prefer to think of it as motivation."

You finally extract the tracker, holding it up triumphantly. "There. Now we can—" You turn and find yourself nose to nose with him, his mismatched eyes glinting with amusement. "Um."

"Yes?" His smile is wicked. "You were saying?"

You clear your throat and step back, ignoring how his power seems to caress your skin as you move. "We can track whoever's been following you."

"Following us," he corrects, taking the device from your hand. His fingers brush yours deliberately. "They're not just after me anymore, kitten."

The playfulness fades from his expression as he studies the tracker. "Ever's bounty on you has tripled since word got out about your resonance ability."

"Worried about me?" you tease, trying to lighten the sudden tension.

His eye flares briefly with that otherworldly light. "Always."

You watch as he turns the tracker over in his hands, his power rippling through the air between you. Even after all this time, you still can't quite get used to how it feels—like standing too close to a tesla coil, electricity dancing across your skin.

"The Spatium Core," he says finally, pocketing the device. "That's what they're after. And they think you can help them find it."

"Why would they think that?"

His lips quirk up. "Because you found me."

Right. Your resonance ability—the thing that lets you connect with Aether Cores, that drew you to his glowing eye that first night in N109. The thing that's made you a target for every organization hunting these mysterious artifacts.

"I didn't find you," you remind him. "You kidnapped me."

"And yet," he steps closer again, backing you against his bike, "here you are. Voluntarily."

Your heart thunders in your chest as he plants his hands on the seat on either side of you, caging you in. This close, you can see the flecks of gold among the red in his normal eye, the way they match the ethereal glow of his Aether Core.

"Maybe I just want answers," you say, proud that your voice remains steady.

"Maybe." His smile is knowing. "Or maybe you miss the danger."

"I get plenty of danger as a Hunter."

"Not like this." He leans in, his breath ghosting across your lips. "Not like us."

Before you can respond, a door slams somewhere in the warehouse. Sylus straightens, though he doesn't step back.

"Boss!" Luke's voice echoes through the space. "We got something!"

Sylus sighs, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for just a moment. "Terrible timing, as usual."

You slip out from between him and the bike, trying to ignore how cold you feel without his power surrounding you. "Work first, flirting later."

"Is that a promise?" He falls into step beside you, his longer stride easily matching yours.

"It's a maybe."

Luke and Kieran are waiting by their surveillance setup, identical grins on their faces as you approach. You've grown fond of Sylus' henchmen over the past few months, even if they do spend most of their time trying to play matchmaker.

"Where are the power-dampening cuffs we got you," Kieran asks with exaggerated disappointment, nodding at your empty wrists.

"Still haven't forgiven you for that," you mutter.

"We were trying to help!" Luke protests.

"You were trying to get me laid," Sylus drawls, examining the screens in front of them. "What did you find?"

The twins exchange glances before Kieran taps a few keys. A grainy security feed appears, showing a familiar figure entering what looks like an abandoned factory.

"That's Marcus Chen," you say, leaning closer. "He's been linked to several Core thefts."

"More importantly," Luke adds, "he's been seen meeting with Ever operatives."

Sylus' power darkens the edges of the room. "When was this taken?"

"Twenty minutes ago. Factory's about ten miles from here."

You study the feed, noting the guards posted at various entrances. "That's a lot of security for an abandoned building."

"They're expecting company," Sylus agrees. His voice has that edge to it, the one that means someone's probably going to die tonight. "Question is, are they expecting us specifically, or just hoping to catch anyone hunting the Core?"

"Does it matter?" You're already checking your weapons, making sure everything's secure. "Either way, we need to get there before they move it."

"Always so eager to rush into danger." There's amusement in his voice, but his eyes are serious when you look up. "We do this smart. No unnecessary risks."

You raise an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about playing it safe?"

"Since someone put a price on your head that would tempt even me." He turns to the twins. "Get the cars ready. We move in thirty."

As Luke and Kieran hurry off, Sylus catches your arm. "I mean it about the risks. These aren't your usual Hunter targets."

"I can handle myself."

"I know you can." His thumb traces circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "But if anything happened to you..."

The raw emotion in his voice makes your breath catch. You've seen glimpses of it before—in the way he watches you when he thinks you're not looking, in how his power always seems to curl around you protectively, in the careful distance he maintains even as he draws you closer.

"I'll be careful," you promise softly.

His eye flares, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you. Instead, he steps back, his usual smirk sliding back into place.

"Good. Because if you die, I'll have to find someone else to bend over my bike, and that would be terribly inconvenient."

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way your pulse jumps at his words. "You're impossible."

"So you keep saying." He heads for the door, pausing to look back at you with that dangerous glint in his eyes. "Coming, kitten?"

And despite every instinct telling you this is going to end badly, you follow him into the night.

***

The factory looms ahead, a hulking shadow against the night sky. You're on Sylus' bike, arms wrapped around his waist as he takes the curves too fast, like always. His power thrums beneath your hands, restless and eager.

"Remember," his voice carries back to you through the comms, "we're just gathering intel tonight."

"Says the man who disassembled three people yesterday because they looked at him wrong."

His chest rumbles with laughter. "They looked at you wrong, kitten. There's a difference."

Before you can respond, Luke's voice crackles through the comms. "Boss, we've got movement. A lot of movement."

Sylus slows the bike, pulling into a shadowed alcove. You peer around his shoulder at the factory, noting the sudden increase in activity. Vehicles are arriving, more than expected, and you recognize the sleek black SUVs.

"Ever," you breathe.

"Seems our friend Marcus called in some backup." Sylus' voice has gone dangerous, his power coiling tighter. "Count?"

"At least thirty," Kieran reports. "Heavy weapons. And... shit. Boss, you need to see this."

You each look through your binos, watching as a figure steps out of one of the SUVs, and even from this distance, you recognize the distinctive uniform of a Farspace Fleet Colonel.

"That complicates things," Sylus murmurs. His hand finds yours where it rests against his stomach, squeezing once. "We need to regroup."

"But the Core—"

"Will still be there." He turns his head slightly, red eyes gleaming in the darkness. "They're setting up a trap, kitten. And while I do enjoy springing traps, I prefer to do it on my terms."

You know he's right, but the frustration burns anyway. "Two days," you say. "Give me two days to get intel from my Hunter contacts about their setup."

His power caresses your skin, a gesture you've come to recognize as affection. "Always so demanding."

"You like it."

"More than I should." He starts the bike again, the engine purring to life. "Two days. But if you do anything reckless in the meantime..."

"You'll what?" you challenge, pressing closer against his back.

His power sparks against your skin. "Test me and find out."

You definitely don't shiver at the promise in his voice. And if you hold him a little tighter as he speeds through the night, well, that's just for safety.

You have two days to plan. Two days before everything changes.

You just don't know it yet.

***

Two Days Later

"That," Sylus says, studying the holographic layout of the factory, "is a lot of security for something they claim isn't there."

You lean against his desk, close enough that his power brushes against you like a caress. "My contact says they've tripled the guard rotation since two nights ago."

"Which means the Core is definitely still there." His red eyes flick to you, dark with amusement. "Unless they're just hoping to catch a certain resonator who's been asking questions."

"Worried?"

"About you walking into an obvious trap?" His power coils around you, possessive and warm. He narrows his eyes at you briefly before chuckling. "Never."

Luke snorts from his position by the monitors. "That's not what you said last night when—"

"Luke." Sylus' voice drops to that dangerous register that usually precedes violence.

"Right, shutting up."

You hide your smile, focusing on the blueprints. "The Core will be in the sublevels. That's where the energy readings are strongest."

"And where the most guards will be." Sylus moves behind you, close enough that his breath stirs your hair. "We'll need a distraction."

"Already handled," Kieran calls out, not looking up from his tablet. "The twins from O-block owed us a favor. They'll hit the north entrance at exactly 2300."

"That leaves the service entrance clear," you say, trying to ignore how Sylus' proximity makes your skin tingle. "We can—"

"We," he interrupts, "aren't doing anything. You will wait for my signal before entering."

You turn to face him, finding yourself trapped between his body and the desk. "That wasn't the plan."

"Plans change." His eyes bore into yours, one glowing like heated garnet. "Especially when my intel says Ever's sending a specialist team specifically to capture you."

"I can handle—"

"Kitten." His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek. "Just once, can you not argue with me about your safety?"

The raw emotion in his voice makes your breath catch. You've been dancing around this thing between you for months, neither willing to cross that final line. But moments like this, when he looks at you like you're something precious and dangerous all at once...

"Fine," you concede, definitely not leaning into his touch. "I'll wait for your signal."

His smile is wickedly knowing. "Good girl."

You absolutely do not shiver at those words or the way his power seems to stroke down your spine.

"If you two are done with the foreplay," Luke calls out, "we've got movement at the factory."

Sylus steps back, but his power lingers on your skin. "Time to go hunting."

You check your weapons one last time, trying to shake the feeling that something about tonight is different. Maybe it's the way Sylus keeps watching you, or how his power seems more agitated than usual.

Or maybe it's just that you can't stop thinking about how he looked at you just now, like he's finally done waiting.

The night air is suffocating with tension as you wait in position, watching Sylus' bike disappear around the corner. Your comms crackle to life with Luke's voice.

"Twins are in position. T-minus three minutes."

You check your weapons again, more out of habit than necessity. The weight of your gun is familiar, comforting, even though you know Sylus could disassemble any threat before you got a shot off.

"Remember," Sylus' voice rumbles through the comms, "wait for my signal."

"Yes, sir," you mutter, earning a dark chuckle that makes your pulse stir uncomfortably in your chest.

The first explosion rocks the north side of the factory right on schedule. Shouts and gunfire erupt immediately, and you watch through your scope as guards pour toward the disturbance.

"Show time," Kieran says.

You track Sylus' movement through the chaos, his power a tangible presence even at this distance. He moves like smoke, efficient and deadly. The first guard doesn't even have time to raise his weapon before he crumples. The second manages to fire once before his gun dissolves in his hands.

"Clear," Sylus says after a moment. "Moving to sublevel access."

You shift position, getting a better view of the service entrance. Everything's going according to plan, which immediately sets your Hunter instincts on edge.

"This is too easy," you murmur.

"Don't jinx it," Luke warns.

But he doesn't say anything else because he knows you're right—it is too easy. The guards are too focused on the northern threat, leaving the service entrance practically undefended. Either they're incredibly stupid, or...

"Sylus, wait—"

Too late. The moment he reaches the sublevel door, everything goes to hell.

Hidden panels in the walls slide open, revealing mounted turrets. The air fills with the distinctive whine of power-dampening tech activating.

"Shit," Sylus growls, diving for cover as the turrets open fire. "Luke?"

"Working on it! They've got some kind of scrambling field—"

"Forget the tech," you say, already moving. "I'm coming in."

"Mikki, don't you dare—"

You mute his comm just as you reach the first guard. He goes down with a surprised grunt, and you're moving before his body hits the ground. Your training takes over—dodge, strike, shoot, repeat. You're not as elegant as Sylus, but you're effective.

The service entrance is just ahead when you hear it—the distinctive sound of a power-dampening grenade being armed.

You dive through the door just as it goes off, rolling to your feet beside Sylus. His power is fluctuating, fighting against the dampening field, but his eyes burn when he sees you.

"We're going to have a discussion about following orders," he says, voice deadly quiet.

"Later," you promise, taking out a turret with two precise shots. "After we—"

"Well, well." A new voice cuts through the chaos. "The resonator and her pet. How convenient."

Marcus Chen steps out of the shadows, flanked by heavily armed guards. But it's the device in his hands that makes your blood run cold—an Ever-tech neural disruptor, designed specifically for Evolvers.

"I was only contracted to capture the girl," he says conversationally, "but I'm sure Ever would pay handsomely for you too, Sylus."

Sylus shifts slightly, angling his body between you and Marcus. "Bold of you to assume you'll live long enough to collect."

"With your power dampened?" Marcus smirks. "I like my odds."

You feel it then—Sylus' power changing, growing heavier, more primal. The predator stirring beneath his human skin.

"You really think," he says, his voice dropping to that register that promises violence, "a little dampening field can hold me?"

The air grows thick, charged with potential energy. You've seen Sylus fight before, seen him kill without hesitation. But this... this is different.

"These toys," he continues, gesturing at the turrets, "might work on lesser beings. Might even work on other Evolvers." His eye blazes brighter, like blood-red lightning. "But I'm something else entirely."

Everything happens at once. Marcus raises the neural disruptor. The guards open fire. And Sylus...

Sylus reminds everyone exactly why he's the most dangerous person in the N109.

Marcus' neural disruptor shatters in his hands, along with several bones if his scream is any indication. The guards' weapons follow, dissolving into metallic dust that hangs in the air like deadly red glitter.

"Run," Sylus suggests pleasantly, and for once, your enemies make the smart choice.

You're already moving toward the inner facility when his power wraps around you, pulling you to a stop. "And where do you think you're going?"

"The Core is still here," you say, turning to face him. "We can't let them move it."

His red eyes bore into yours, something wild and possessive swimming in their depths. "You're bleeding."

"It's just a graze."

His power ghosts over the wound, surprisingly gentle given the violence you just witnessed. "I told you to wait for my signal."

"And if I had, you'd be—"

"Safe?" His smile is sharp. "I'm not the one they want, kitten."

Before you can argue, distant shouts echo through the facility. Sylus growls low in his throat, a sound that's more beast than man.

"Fine," he says. "We get the Core. Then we're having that discussion about following orders."

You tell yourself the goosebumps are from the cold, not his words.

The facility is a maze of corridors and storage areas. You move quietly, Sylus' power extended like a sensor web around you both. The Core's energy signature grows stronger as you descend deeper into the building.

Everything goes sideways just as you reach the vault level when one of the guards recognizes you.

"That's the resonator!" he shouts, and suddenly there are a dozen red lights trained on your chest from hidden guns around the room. "The one the Professor wants!"

You dive behind a stack of shipping containers as bullets pepper the air where you'd been standing. Sylus is somewhere to your left, his power thrumming through the warehouse like a living thing.

"Quite popular these days, aren't you?" His voice carries across the space, deceptively casual. But you can hear the edge underneath, the dragon stirring.

"Not the time for jokes," you call back, wincing as a bullet ricochets off metal too close to your head.

"On the contrary—" There's a wet sound and a scream cuts off abruptly. "I find humor helps in these situations."

You risk a glance around the corner. Three men are down, their weapons scattered in pieces across the floor. But more are pouring in through the side entrance, and you catch fragments of radio chatter about the bounty on your head.

A bullet grazes your arm, and you bite back a cry of pain. But Sylus hears it anyway.

The temperature in the warehouse seems to drop. The air grows heavy, charged with potential energy as his power builds. You've seen him angry before, seen him kill without hesitation. But this... this is different.

"You know," he says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes your skin prickle, "I was planning to let most of you live."

He steps out from cover, his right eye blazing with otherworldly light. The air around him vibrates with terrifying power, and you feel it in your bones—the beast awakening.

One of the men fires, but the bullet stops mid-air, disintegrating into dust.

"You really shouldn't have done that."

The aftermath of Sylus' rage is absolute. The air itself seems to crystallize and shatter, taking the remaining guards with it. You've seen him kill before, but never like this—never with such raw, devastating fury.

When the dust settles, he's at your side in an instant, his power cocooning you both as his hands ghost over your wounded arm. The Spatium Core is almost an afterthought, discarded to the side like trash.

"I told you," he says, voice still vibrating with that otherworldly resonance, "no unnecessary risks."

"You were outnumbered."

His laugh is dark. "I'm never outnumbered, kitten." His fingers trace the graze on your arm, feather-light as he wraps a quick bandage around the wound. "But they hurt you."

"I'm fine."

"Are you?" His eyes lock onto yours, one burning like molten garnet. "Because I'm not."

The intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch. His power pulses around you, heavy with something that feels like need, and you realize his careful control is finally, finally cracking.

"Sylus..."

His power wraps around you possessively, but he takes a deliberate step back. "Get to the bike, Mikki."

Your name, not "kitten", in that voice, rough with obvious hunger, sends heat racing through your veins. You know that tone—it's a promise of things to come, away from prying eyes.

The ride back is tense with anticipation. Sylus takes the curves faster than usual, his power a constant caress against your skin where you're pressed against him. You blame your racing heart on the speed, on the adrenaline still coursing through your system.

Not on how his muscles flex under your hands. Not on how his power seems to stroke possessively down your spine with every turn.

The city blurs past, neon lights painting streaks across his black leather jacket. You don't recognize the route he's taking until the private gate of his penthouse comes into view. Not the warehouse. Not the Onychinus compound.

His home.

He hasn't said a word since leaving the factory, but his power speaks volumes—coiling around you, protective and demanding all at once. You feel the beast just beneath his skin, still stirred by the violence, by how close they came to taking you.

The elevator ride is silent save for the soft hum of machinery and your own thundering pulse. Sylus stands behind you, not touching, but his power pins you in place all the same. The heat of him at your back makes it hard to breathe.

When the doors open to his penthouse, he finally speaks.

"Inside."

That one word, rough with need, sends electricity down your spine. You tell yourself you're not affected by how his voice has dropped to that dangerous rough sound, like hot coals rumbling in his throat, but the lie doesn't even convince you.

The moment the door closes, his power surges around you, pressing you against the wall. Sylus stays where he is, watching you with blazing eyes, control hanging by a thread.

"Do you have any idea," he growls, "what you do to me?"

His power caresses your skin like phantom hands, making you gasp. He's still not touching you, but you can feel the heat of him, something ancient and powerful rolling off him in waves.

"Show me," you whisper.

Something snaps in his expression. In two strides, he's there, caging you against the wall. One hand slides into your hair while the other grips your throat, his power wrapping tightly around you both.

"Last chance to walk away, kitten," he warns, voice rough with restraint.

Instead of answering, you reach up and trace your finger over his lower lip. His power shivers against your skin, and you feel him trembling with the effort to hold back.

"I'm not walking away," you say softly.

You don't understand the raw emotion that crosses his face, the centuries of longing in his eyes. You don't know why his power seems to sing against your skin, why being in his arms feels like coming home.

But when his mouth claims yours, desperate and demanding, you feel it—an echo of something profound, something eternal. His power surges, resonating with your own energy in a way that makes you see stars.

"Mine," he growls against your lips, and there's something in his voice, a whisper of something that sounds like 'finally' and 'at last' and 'never letting you go again.'

His hands tremble against your skin, and you wonder how someone so powerful can touch you with such reverence. His power wraps around you like silk, like fire, like something alive and desperately hungry.

"Sylus," you breathe, and he makes a sound that's almost pain.

"Say it again." His lips trace your jaw, your throat. "Say my name."

You do, and his power pulses, heavy with emotion you don't quite understand. There's something in the way he touches you—like he's memorized you, like he's dreamed of this for longer than should be possible.

His right eye blazes brighter, casting ruby shadows across your skin. The power emanating from it feels different tonight, ancient and possessive, recognizing something in you that you don't recognize yourself.

"You don't know," he murmurs against your throat, "how long I've waited. How many lifetimes I've searched..."

The words don't make sense, but your body responds to them anyway. Your energy resonates with his power in ways that shouldn't be possible, like your soul remembers something your mind has forgotten.

His control slips further with every soft sound you make. The temperature in the room rises, his power becoming more primal, more demanding. But even as it threatens to consume you both, he holds back—watching you with those burning eyes, waiting for something.

"Please," you whisper, though you're not sure what you're asking for.

He presses his forehead to yours, breathing ragged. "Everything," he promises roughly. "I'll give you everything. Just—" His voice breaks. "Just stay with me this time."

You don't understand why those words make your heart ache, why they feel like a plea across centuries. But you nod, and when he kisses you again, it feels like sealing a promise you made lifetimes ago.

He kisses you like a man starving, like he's trying to pour centuries of longing into a single moment. His power surrounds you completely now, filled with heat and need and something that feels impossibly like destiny.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are almost black with desire, just a ring of burning red around blown pupils. "Tell me you feel it," he demands softly. "Tell me some part of you remembers this."

You don't know what he means, but you can't deny the way your body responds to his power, how perfectly you fit against him. Like your soul recognizes something your mind can't grasp.

"I feel..." You gasp as his power strokes down your spine. "I feel like I've been waiting for you my whole life without knowing it."

A sound tears from his throat, desperate and relieved. His hands cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks with impossible tenderness even as his power grows wild around you.

"My Mikki," he breathes, and your name sounds like a prayer on his lips as he lifts you and carries you to the bed. "My heart."

The raw emotion in his voice makes you tremble. You've never seen him like this—control fractured, power pulsing with need and protection and something that feels ancient, eternal.

As his enormous body crashes onto yours in the bed, his mouth finds yours again, and this time there's no holding back. His power resonates with your energy in waves that make you cry out, and he swallows the sound possessively.

"Mine," he growls against your lips. "Always mine."

And even though you don't understand why those words feel like coming home, you surrender to them completely.

His hands slide up underneath your shirt, claiming your skin under his burning touch. His lips and tongue do sinful things as your breaths combine.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs. "To have you under me, mine to take, mine to worship."

His words, his power, the heat of his body above you all make your head spin. You don't know how a single man can contain this much power, this much raw emotion.

But you're not thinking about anything else when he strips your clothes off and his lips and hands find every inch of bare skin. "So beautiful," he whispers, his mouth trailing down your chest, your stomach, making you writhe against him. "So perfect."

You can feel the barely-leashed power coiling around his form, his control hanging by a thread. But his touch is gentle, worshipful, as he kisses and caresses and claims every part of you.

When his mouth finds the spot between your thighs, you almost shatter on the spot. "Sylus!"

"That's it," he growls, licking and sucking and sending electricity sparking up your spine. "Let me hear you."

"Fuck," you gasp, your hands fisting in his snow-white hair.

His chuckle is wicked, the vibrations making you cry out. "Soon, kitten." His fingers stroke through your folds. "First, I want to see you come apart for me."

Your back arches off the bed when his tongue returns to your clit, his fingers curling inside you. Everything is heat and pleasure and him, and when he sucks your clit into his mouth and his power coils around your core, you see stars. He draws out your pleasure, bringing you to the edge just before backing off again, over and over until you're a puddle of tears and need in his sheets. "Please," you beg, unable to articulate anything more.

He kisses his way back up your body, and the raw, naked hunger in his eyes is a thing of beauty. "Say it again."

"Please." You don't care how desperate you sound, how wrecked. "Please, Sylus. Please let me come. Please fuck me."

Something snaps in him, and his mouth claims yours with a feral growl. You're pinned beneath him, his body caging you as he looks down at you like your existence holds the answers to the universe. He slowly peels off his shirt and your mouth waters at the sight of him. Even though he's never been shy about showing skin around you, seeing it in this capacity, knowing what his body is about to do to yours, it does unexplainable things to you. He stares into your eyes as he slides his pants and underwear down and you can't resist wrapping your fingers around his thick cock. He grunts, his hips jerking against your hand, but he bats your fingers away. "No touchy. You didn't obey me, so now you need to deal with the consequences."

You shiver in anticipation. You're already so worked up, it wouldn't take much to get you there, but Sylus clearly has other ideas.

He rolls over, pulling you on top of him. Your thighs fall to either side of his hips, your slick heat rubbing against his cock. "Ride me," he commands. "Show me what you can do, kitten."

"Sylus, please, I—"

He grabs your hips and pulls you against him, your breasts crashing against his chest. His voice is a low, dangerous purr against your ear. "Beg all you want. But you're still not getting my cock until I say so."

You whimper, but his grip is unrelenting. You have no choice but to obey, rolling your hips against his. His hands are hot brands on your skin, guiding your movements, showing you what he likes. He lets you take the lead, but his control is obvious, the beast in him riding close to the surface.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes blazing into yours. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've needed you. You look so perfect grinding that pretty little pussy on my cock. Making it wet."

You whimper at his words and drop your head backwards as you start to move faster, needing him inside you. Your walls clench around nothing, trying to pull him into you as his fingers flex almost painfully into your ass.

Your name is a broken whisper on his lips, filled with reverence and longing.

"Sylus," you plead, desperate to find release. "Please."

His control finally shatters. He flips you over, his body caging you once again. He's enormous above you, his power thrumming through the air like electricity, and for the first time, you realize he's letting you see the beast beneath his human facade. His eye blazes with red light as his cock presses against your entrance. "Look at me," he demands, and the command is wrapped in his power.

You do, and the depth of emotion in his eyes steals your breath. Something resonates between you, the echo of something you don't quite understand, but when his power strokes against your soul, it feels like coming home. "You belong with me," he says fiercely, and the conviction in his voice makes you ache. "No matter what happens, no matter how much time passes, I will find you again. In this and every lifetime that follows. I will burn the stars from the heavens to have you by my side. To claim your body and soul in every way possible."

He enters you then, and the feeling is overwhelming—his body pinning you, his power surrounding you, his gaze locked on yours.

"Say it," he growls, his pace merciless ad unending, his cock filling and stretching you with just the right balance of pain and ecstasy.

"I'm yours," you gasp, the words slipping from your tongue without thought. "Always."

His power pulses, heavy with emotion and ancient, undying devotion. It feels like destiny, like the stars themselves are shifting to bring you together.

"My heart," he breathes, his voice rough with a thousand unsaid truths. He moves slowly, allowing you to adjust to him before snapping his hips forward, spearing to the center of you as he lowers his chest to yours, wrapping his arms around your head. Caging you in his embrace and holding you still as his hips pick up speed and force.

"Sylus!" His name is a sob on your lips. "It's too much."

"You can handle it, kitten. Your body was made to take me."

You try to move, to find purchase on something, anything. His hand slides down your hip and around to the back of your thigh, hooking it over his shoulder and deepening his angle.

You've never felt this full, never been taken like this. There's something almost primal in the way his hips roll into yours, his cock filling you perfectly, claiming you completely.

"That's it, kitten." His voice is dark with desire. "Give in to me."

Your fingers dig into his biceps as his pace increases, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper. His power resonates through you, the air thick with tension and need and the promise of release.

"I can't," you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut as you struggle to hold onto the last shred of your sanity.

He pushes off you, sitting up and wrapping both hands around your waist, picking your hips up into his lap so he can drive into you harder. "You can and you will."

The new position gives him an unobstructed view of where you're joined, his enormous cock splitting you open, and he groans at the sight. He lifts one of his hands and runs his thumb over your lips, his other hand gripping your hip so tightly, you know it will leave bruises. The thought sends a thrill of satisfaction through you, and when he slips the tip of his thumb between your lips, you suck greedily. He curses, his hips slamming into yours. "Fuck, kitten, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look right now?"

You shake your head, unable to respond around the digit in your mouth.

"Filled with my cock," he growls. "So wet and tight for me." He snaps forward hard enough to make you cry out. "I'm going to have fun training this body." You suck harder, swirling your tongue around his thumb, and his control fractures further.

"That's right," he rasps, "take what you need. Use my cock however you want, kitten."

Your hips start to move against his, meeting his thrusts, and his eyes blaze with approval. "Just like that," he encourages. "Fuck, I could watch you ride me all day." His power wraps around you tighter, his pace relentless, and you know he's not far from falling apart.

"Come for me," he demands, his fingers digging into your hips as he slams into you. "I want to feel you clench around my cock."

His power and his words and his relentless pace are too much. Your orgasm rips through you like a hurricane, stealing your breath, your vision, everything except the sensation of him inside you. His thrusts become rough, uneven, his rhythm faltering as his own release builds. "Yes," he hisses, his voice almost painful. "Keep coming for me, kitten. I love how you feel when you come apart on my cock."

"Fuck, Sylus, yes!" You can't form any other words, and you don't have to. His mouth claims yours as he collapses back on top of you, swallowing your cries of pleasure as his own release hits him like a tidal wave. The energy in the room seems to crystallize, suspended for a moment, before it all shatters. Your orgasm stretches into eternity, pleasure crashing through you in endless waves. And when Sylus comes, his roar of release echoes through the room, his power wrapping around you both, claiming you completely.

The air seems to vibrate with energy as you come down from the high, Sylus' lips trailing along your neck. "So perfect," he whispers, his hands stroking down your body, possessive and protective all at once. His voice is rough with emotion. "I will never let anyone hurt you. Not now, not ever."

"I know," you breathe, and the truth of those words resonates through you.

Because the most powerful man in the galaxy is yours.

"Stay with me, Mikki," he says softly, and there's something in his voice, an ancient sadness that makes your heart ache.

"Always."

When his lips find yours again, something ancient stirs in your soul—an echo across centuries, a promise written in stardust, a vow carved into the very foundations of time itself.

I will always find you.

***

In your dreams that night, you soar through endless skies, wrapped in scales of midnight and starlight. You dream of a love so powerful it burns through lifetimes, a devotion that defies death itself, and of a dragon whose heart beats in perfect rhythm with your own.

You don't remember these dreams when you wake. But somewhere deep in your soul, an ancient truth whispers:

Some loves are written in the stars themselves, destined to burn eternal.