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sooniebby · 2 years ago

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Can I ask for a completely separate fic of Riki and M!reader not in the same universe but just like a non canonical thing of where M!reader begs Riki to try and impregnate him because his stomach is feeling all weird and achy. M!reader doesn’t know it’s his heat all he knows is that he wants his children.

Fic ends with the reader pregnant ofc, breeding mink, biting, dumbification, go crazy on it. If you don’t plan to make any side fic of Riki that aren’t canonical to the main 2 parts then u can ignore this <333

ఌ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

➤ Riki's story (but this isn't canon to the original plot)

Word count › 2.9k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › you and Riki are morons

Kinks › a/b/o, breeding, biting, lite somno

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(Name) had been feeling weird. He woke up tired and his head was hurting. When he went downstairs, he saw his parents and instantly wanted to throw up.

“Mom…”

“What (Name)? I have somewhere to be.” His mother answered, not even sparing him a glance.

You’d think a mother would pay attention to her child. Especially a child that sounded so weak but she focused solely on her phone. (Name) sighed to himself before walking away to the kitchen. She didn’t even try to stop him.

(Name) ignored his father. His father was worse when it came to paying him any mind. He rummaged through the fridge for something but nothing was appealing. If he had to be honest, they all made him feel sick.

His stomach was hungry but not for whatever was in the fridge.

“Dad, I’m not feeling well.” (Name) said. “And everything in the fridge is making me feel sick.”

“And what can I do about that? You’re 18. An adult. Go buy some medicine and food that you want.” His father said, walking away.

(Name) didn’t even feel sad. He knew what type of answer he was going to get. The sound of the door slamming was music to (Name)’s ears. He loved whenever they left. But he didn’t feel happy right now.

His stomach was cramping. And he didn’t know what it was.

Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to anatomy lessons for omegas and alphas. Now that he was an omega and all.

The only thing on his mind, besides his killer headache, was to go see Riki. His inner omega was whining for it. But he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he just needed some comfort. Yeah, getting some cuddles sounded great right now.

With that, (Name) sluggishly got ready to go see his alpha. The bus ride felt odd. People kept staring at him. He wasn’t used to the stares. Being a beta since he was a child, most people ignored him.

He wondered if his scent was finally coming in. Did it smell bad? He didn’t think too much of it when he finally reached Riki’s house. It was smaller than his own but still cozy the last time he visited.

(Name) rang the doorbell, feeling himself sweat into his shirt. It was sticking to his skin now. But the sun was hardly out. It looked as if it would rain in an hour or so. (Name) wanted to take a cold shower.

The door opened showing a sleepy Riki. Wow, he was still asleep this late? It had to be almost 1 pm now. Riki seemed to wake up a bit when he realized it was (Name). He pulled him inside quickly and held him close, leaning down to scent him.

(Name) still didn’t feel much from scenting. But he allowed Riki to do so. He knew Riki’s alpha loved doing it. (Name) closed the door behind himself as Riki pulled him over to the living room.

They plopped down onto the couch as Riki moved (Name) around to sit on his lap. Riki’s voice was muffled as he muttered something before focusing on scenting his omega. (Name) simply nipped at Riki’s mating bond, not knowing how to fully scent someone yet.

“You feel warm.” Riki said.

“I think I have a fever…”

“Oh, did you take anything?”

(Name) shook his head. Riki huffed before standing up, ignoring (Name)’s shriek as he quickly wrapped his legs around his waist to not fall. Riki only had to use one hand to hold (Name) up as he brought him to his room, laying him down on the bed.

“Sleep. I’ll make some porridge.”

(Name) hummed as Riki left his room. Having been in his room before, (Name) didn’t care too much to look around. He mainly focused on stripping his clothes off and moving the sheets around to make a makeshift nest.

He wasn’t sure how he knew how to make one. It was probably just an omega instinct. With just his boxers on, (Name) finally felt cool. His stomach was still cramping—getting more painful by the minute.

Was it something he ate last night? (Name) sighed as he took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He wanted to just sleep the pain away. Getting comfortable, (Name) hugged a pillow to his chest and drifted off to a dreamless slumber.

But it wasn’t fully dreamless. In passing, he dreamt of Riki’s neck. An odd dream. What was so sexy about a neck? A few other times, he dreamt of what Riki would look like shirtless.

A groan left (Name) as he tried to dream of something other than being horny. But it didn’t work. Anytime he dreamt of something more wholesome with Riki, it ended with Riki pulling off his clothes. (Name) was beginning to feel hot again.

His skin was burning that even the fan that was turned on didn’t do anything to calm him down. The sheets felt too warm but whenever he pushed them away, he felt panicked. Like he couldn’t part with it for some odd reason.

“(Name)…”

A cool hand brushed his forehead as he sighed in relief. Finally, he felt himself cool down. The hand moved to his neck, feeling around before pulling away. (Name) whined at the lost.

“Your fever as gotten worse. Let me call my mom.” Riki’s distant voice was heard.

That only made (Name)’s stomach clench tightly, causing him to scream out. Riki didn’t get far as he quickly grasped (Name)’s arm, trying to shake him awake.

But (Name) didn’t scream again. His face that was twisted into one of agony was calm. Riki sighed in relief and moved his hand away only for (Name) to cry again.

Riki decided to test something. He touched (Name), noticing how calm he was before pulling away. Like clockwork, (Name) began to whine at the lost.

This didn’t make much sense to Riki. What type of fever worked like this? None that he knew. Riki glanced at the porridge on his desk. He’d force (Name) to eat it later. Riki gently pushed (Name) further on the bed before joining him, keeping a hand on his skin.

The first hour or so was fine. Riki even fell back asleep. (Name) work up with a start, wondering where he was. He didn’t even remember waking up. He glanced around the room before noticing Riki snuggled close to him.

Oh. When did he get here? (Name) hummed as he rubbed his stomach. It was still cramping but it didn’t hurt as much. It felt more like a very light burn. But it didn’t feel like hunger.

He should’ve been hungry since he didn’t eat this morning. (Name) sat up, wanting to go get something to eat before feeling something wet. He didn’t even notice he was naked. Well he still had his boxers on but it was wet.

(Name) pulled off his boxers, tossing them across the room as he looked down at the bed sheets. It was also wet but how? He gently touched it. It was sticky. He frowned.

What did he pee glue? What the fuck was this?

“Riki.”

Riki didn’t wake up.

(Name) groaned. He felt sticky, hot, and uncomfortable. A bath would be nice but he didn’t feel comfortable just using Riki’s shower without asking. They may be mates but they haven’t known each past a month yet.

They hadn’t even had sex yet.

(Name) was ready to just shake Riki awake when he felt his spine tingle. He gasped, feeling something wet gush out of his asshole. Slick?! Why was he producing slick? (Name) reached down to confirm, feeling the slimy wet slick that he produced the day Riki had bit his scent gland.

Was he going into heat? No way. His doctor said he had two weeks before it started. So his body can ready itself for it. (Name) sighed to himself. He must’ve been horny due to those weird dreams he had.

Riki wouldn’t mind him masturbating, right…?

(Name) easily slipped in one finger inside of his asshole, groaning at the sudden gush of slick. Why was he feeling like this? He thought having something inside would feel better but that only caused his stomach to ache. As if it wasn’t what it wanted.

He glanced over at Riki, looking down at his boxers. (Name) felt his inner omega purr at the sight of Riki. He thought about waking him up. His body wasn’t liking his fingers. It wanted his alpha.

In his head, the thought of being knotted slipped in. (Name) felt his hole clench around his finger. He liked the thought of that. To be knotted by his mate.

(Name) moved to straddle Riki, sitting himself on top of his boner. Riki didn’t even flinch. He really was a deep sleeper. (Name) knew how to wake him up. He gripped Riki’s boxers and pulled them down, allowing his cock to pop out freely. It rested against Riki’s stomach, twitching slightly.

Riki had a large cock. No denying that. But it wasn’t too surprising. Most alphas had large cocks. Riki’s cock was thick as well. He wanted it inside, quickly.

Yeah, that’s what his stomach needed. He needed to be breed. (Name) felt himself shudder at the thought of being stuffed full with Riki’s come. The idea of having pups.

(Name) grasped Riki’s cock and positioned it at his awaiting hole. He slowly lowered down, gasping at the burn. His slick worked overtime to make it less painful.

“(Name).”

“Huh?!” (Name) shrieked, accidentally slamming himself down onto Riki’s cock. He cried at the feeling, his cock cumming. Riki simply hummed, reaching to grab (Name)’s hand.

“You couldn’t wake me up?”

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine. I’m your alpha right? So my cock is yours to use,” Riki grinned. He had actually been awake ever since (Name) flung his boxers off. The boxers had actually ended up on his face instead of where (Name) had imagined.

His moves were way too sluggish to actually fling something. Riki had woken up due to the slick directly in his nostrils. He pushed it away and was about to call out to (Name) until he noticed (Name) fingering himself.

He wanted to watch, so what? Only an idiot wouldn’t like to see someone they liked masturbate.

“I feel so weird.”

“Your fever?”

Watanabe Riki was a dumbass. As well as Tanaka (Name). Only total idiots couldn’t tell the signs of a heat. But only idiots would bond themselves to the other after knowing each other for a total of two weeks.

“Maybe you should eat.”

“No. I wanna have sex.” (Name) hummed.

“Alright. You’ll eat after.” Riki said, easily flipping (Name) over to lay on his back. (Name) watched in glee as Riki grasped his legs and pushed them forward, to (Name)’s ears. Riki’s thrusts at first were slow and calculated.

It made sense. To him, (Name) was sick. He didn’t want to go too harsh. He focused on mainly rubbing against (Name)’s prostate—enjoying the soft moans he got. The sound of slick was filling be room, making (Name) feel embarrassed.

He didn’t know why he was dripping so much slick. But it wasn’t enough. It felt nice but it wasn’t what his omega was craving.

“Riki, faster.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

(Name) whined, hoping his puppy eyes would persuade his mate. Riki only leaned down and nipped at his pouting lips.

“Cute.”

“Riki….! C’mon!!”

“Why do you want it so rough?” Riki asked, picking up his pace. It was still slow but at least it wasn’t too slow. (Name)’s inner omega purred in delight.

“My body wants it rough. An omega thing.”

“Really?”

No, it wasn’t. (Name) was just talking out of his ass. And Riki was a bit stupid to not notice. He was pretty horny himself and didn’t like his pace either. But (Name)’s comfort mattered more to him.

“I can handle it. I’ll tell you to stop.” (Name) wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him close. Riki hummed. He still wasn’t too sure. But the tight wet heat of (Name)’s ass felt good.

He really wanted to cum. And no way could he cum from these piss poor thrusts. Riki leaned back, grasping (Name)’s legs tightly and began to pick up his pace.

His thrusts were harsh and fast, repeatedly aiming for (Name)’s prostate. (Name) cried out, clawing at Riki’s shoulders. He arched his back at the feeling.

“(Name), it’s my first time… is it yours?”

(Name) shook his head. “No…”

Riki’s thrusting stopped. “Huh?”

“Riki, why’d you stop?”

“Who was it?”

(Name) glared at him. “It was two years ago! C’mon, don’t stop.”

Riki growled. “Did you enjoy it?” He began ti thrust again, his grip on (Name)’s legs harsh. (Name) stared up at him in confusion. Why did he care so much?

He was mated to him. He belonged to him.

“No. We were both betas…”

Any sort of anger within Riki quickly disappeared. A smile appeared on his lips. “You should’ve said so. No beta can compare to an alpha.” His cock dragged against (Name)’s wet walls, aiming continuously at his prostate.

(Name) mewled. “Why’s, ngh, that?”

Riki smirked. He maneuvered (Name) to lay on his side and have one of his leg’s on his shoulder. This position gave total control to Riki as he seemed to reach even deeper inside of him. It felt as if he was even reaching his stomach, judging by the small bulge in his stomach.

“No beta can knot their omega. Give them pups.” Riki grabbed (Name)’s right arm and brought it to his lips, biting down at the skin. It hurt, his canines digging into his skin. But (Name)’s inner omega jumped for joy. An alpha biting your skin with their canines meant you were truly theirs.

And (Name) really did belong to Riki. Riki left multiple sharp bites on (Name)’s arm, a few stringing out small amount of blood.

“No beta can make an omega dumb off their cock.” Riki suddenly said, slamming his cock deep inside (Name). (Name) cried out, his cock once again cumming on his stomach. He didn’t think he could handle much more.

At least his cock couldn’t. But his hole, his inner omega?

Oh, it could go all night.

And Riki seemed to know that.

“Do you want my knot, Omega?”

“Won’t I… hngh! Won’t I get pregnant?”

“You shouldn’t. I’m not in my rut.” Riki gently bit the leg on his shoulder, glancing down at (Name)’s shaking form. (Name)’s eyes were dilated. He truly felt gone mentally at this point.

All he could think about was being knotted.

And if Riki was right, he wanted it badly. But a small side of him felt disappointed. He wanted to get pregnant. His rational side was screaming at him not to but his omega side purred at the idea of being filled with pups.

“Inside, Alpha. Please, knot me with your cum.”

Riki grunted, flipping (Name) over again to rest on his knees, face on the pillow. (Name) cried at this, not wanting to face the headboard. He wanted to look at his mate but when Riki slammed back inside, he clenched down tightly around his cock.

This position was the best out of the other two. Riki’s cock kissed his stomach (womb) with ease. His prostate was constantly brushed against—earning cries from him with ease.

Riki gripped his waist tightly, holding him close once his knot began to swell. (Name) mewled at the knot brushing against his prostate. Riki leaned down to rest on (Name)’s back as he bit his scent gland, using his canines. (Name) felt himself black out at the pleasure, a scream off his lips.

As (Name) felt himself get tired, Riki slammed in one last time, right against his prostate. His knot released, filling (Name)’s hole with his cum. It felt warm inside. But it wasn’t a small load. It seemed Riki’s load was pretty big.

(Name) felt overwhelmed. He didn’t think an alpha could cum so much. It also didn’t help that the knot was rested nicely against his prostate. Whenever the knot swelled to release another batch of cum, it stimulated his prostate.

He mewled each time, gripping the bed sheets underneath him. Riki sighed as he left small bite marks on his back. He was tired. He wanted to fall back asleep but knew if he did that, he’d crush (Name) beneath him.

Riki moved to lay on his side, holding (Name) close. His cock had finally stopped cumming but his knot was still swelled. It’d take a minute for it to go down. This was mainly for the cum to stay inside, making sure the omega’s womb took every last drop.

But (Name)’s womb wasn’t ready for pregnancy yet, anyway. At least the doctor said so.

(Name) hummed. The cramps he was feeling was long gone. Who knew sex could help so much. He glanced down at his stomach to see a small bulge there. It looked to be from the cum. He felt himself purr at the thought.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt excited at the thought of being breed so full.

The two idiots fell asleep, holding the other close.

But six weeks later, when (Name) felt nauseous, Riki was swiftly slapped by his mother and was called an idiot. Yeah, (Name) was pregnant.

He guess he should start looking online for baby names. It felt as if it wasn’t about to be one pup.

(Name) just wasn’t sure how to tell his parents.

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Riki’s a bad boy, not a smart boy :/

It was so fun writing fluff for Riki tho since the original story isn’t there yet

Thx for the request!!

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cryptidcorners · 1 year ago

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hey! i luv ur work! can you do grumpy! mike x sunshine! s/o???

Rainy Day - Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Description: A rainy day traps you and Mike home, which makes him miserable due to the fact he'd be tardy with his errands. Fortunately, you see it much more differently, and try to convince him it's not as terrible as he may think.

# requested by anon

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Rainy Day + Cozy Setting, Grumpy!Mike, Sunshine!Reader, Domestic, Slice of Life, Sweet Talk, Slight Flirting, Cuddling, Kisses, The Usual.

No Warnings.

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“Can’t believe this,” Mike grumbled. His eyes were fixed on his foggy windows, following the raindrops as they raced across the glass. His face was clouded with disappointment, “Rain.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little water.” You said, picking up light weighted bottles and cups off the table. You flashed a warm smile as his gaze twisted towards you, heavy and dark. You knew Mike wasn’t a fan of being caged inside with errands to attend to. Mike swore silently. “It’s probably gonna be rain all day. Man, I can’t believe this.”

Anyone would just go into their car and endure the storm, but unfortunately, it had broke down days go. Which is why he needed to horde his saving to pay it off. Until then, it was walking—and a lot of running.

Mike pulled away from the curtains with a huff, angrily shuffling towards the couch with a tired exhale. After you had finished piling up the dishes, you walked towards your crossed boyfriend while trying your hands against your sides. You tried to apply some relief by stroking his shoulder gently, which subtly worked but he was too busy brooding to appear bashful by your charm. He scoffed, sinking his head into the comfortable cushions with a sly groan.

“Come on, Mike. Lighten up.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, growing cozy. “Rainy days aren’t the end of the world, babe.” Mike's tone was hazy with annoyance, "I know, but, I have things to do. You know I hate being tardy." He snuggled up to you, "I don't want to fail anyone."

Your fingertips traced through his maze of curls with a relaxed hum, you knew how much Mike liked it when you were gentle with him. It was something he always lacked in his life, along with comfort. "You aren't failing anyone, Mike. Look, see it this way—you've been working yourself to the bone. See this as a break." He didn't say anything. So, you cupped his face and gazed into his gorgeous eyes. "Come on, Mike. Take it easy."

Mike took your hand and melted into your touch, obviously in agreement. You smiled, "Besides, rainy days are so relaxing."

"I guess you're right." Mike mumbled. He lifted himself up and gently pressed his face against yours. You kissed him softly as the rain began to pick up, making it atmospheric in a way. Mike smiled, "Thank you for cheering me up, I guess."

"You guess?" You chuckled. "Alright, nevermind that." Mike rested his sleepy face within the crook of your neck. You hugged him close, tension thinning as you gazed at the black-screened television in front of you. "How about a movie?" You suggested. "Mike?" But he didn't answer. You hadn't noticed he had already dozed off within your grasp, or at least tried to. You couldn't help but hold him closer, indulging in his warmth. It was too long before you fell asleep as well, the peaceful sound of rain relaxing your senses.

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borathae · 1 year ago

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"Sometimes being with each other is all that you need to be happy."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, domestic Fluff

Warnings: they are so in love <3, Boongie is a lil sad at the beginning but cheers up because of her, he makes her food <3, they share kisses hehehe, hinted polyamory

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: i don't even know what to say anymore. i just love them so much :( i want them to be happy always <3

The lights in your room are off, only the candles are burning. You don’t need much more. They provide enough light and give the room a cozy feeling.

As of recently, the room you currently find yourself in was one of the many unused rooms in the estate, destined to a dark and dusty fate. Until Yoongi surprised you with it as your new and freshly renovated witch office. He fixed up the fireplace so you could hang your cauldron and rewired all the electricity so you could actually use the lights. He dusted the room, fixed the rotten floor, painted the walls, installed better insulated windows and then filled the room with renovated furniture and so many books. It earned him a million kisses and a billion hugs and you spent a good amount of it crying in his arms because you were so happy.

Since then, you made this place your own. The room was divided into three spaces. The first space was your potion kitchen, consisting of a hip-high work counter, a white metal sink in front of the window and the fireplace with the cauldron. The next section was your work desk, located in front of the second window. You do your magic homework there, take notes from your books or stare outside to watch the rain. And the last space was your reading area consisting of a spacious sofa with lots of cushions and blankets, a small side table on which a floral lamp gifts light and another side table for mandatory tea cup holding. From the ceiling hooks, bundles of herbs and flowers are drying and little trinkets and crystals are presented wherever a free spot offered itself. The wooden floors are covered in antique rugs and candles keep the space illuminated. Taehyung also gave you one of his record players, which earned him as just many kisses and just as many hugs. You placed it on yet another small table by your work desk.

Said record player is currently serenading you with your current favourite album. A faint knock at the door cuts through the melodies.

“It’s open!”

Yoongi steps inside and closes the door behind him. He shrugged off his riding coat and gloves, but kept the sweater on. A black turtleneck, tugged neatly into black riding pants. He doesn’t wear shoes – courtesy of your no shoes in your rooms policy – which results in his already silent steps to be noiseless on the floor.

“You got wet”, you gasp, “oh, love what happened?”

“Nothing, I just got rained on”, he assures you and walks to you in hasty steps.

“It started to rain?” you look outside, “it did. I didn’t even notice that it did.”

“Yeah, it started ten minutes ago.”

You are currently in your kitchen, tying camomile into bundles. Yoongi places himself behind you and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

You giggle because it tickles, fleeing him with minimal effort. His lips and nose feel cold from outside. His wet hair rubs against your skin and sends shivers through you. He kisses your favourite spot, ending it with a small purr.

“Hey”, he whispers sweetly.

“Hey there. Your face is cold.”

“The wind’s strong. It’s why I got so wet”, he says.

“And it’s not because you’ve been riding in the rain for so long?”

He chuckles and nibbles on your jawline, “probably.”

You laugh softly, relaxing in his arms as you return to your task. You plan on using the herbs for teas and sleepy cushions. Taehyung especially loves those cushions and he already has a collection of five with plans of growing them. You love making them for him, because he gets so happy when you gift them to him.

Yoongi keeps hugging you as you work, stealing neck and shoulder kisses whenever he can.

“Tea or pillows?” he asks.

“Both, but mostly tea. It’s getting colder again, so we’ll need to restock.”

“Mhm, can’t wait. Your teas are very good”, he says, making you smile.

“Thank you, my love.”

“Mhm.”

Emma and Seokjin asked you if you wanted to have a small section in their perfume shop where you could sell your teas and creams. You instantly said yes. Jimin has been helping with packaging. He finds lots of purpose doing something which might seem so insignificant to others, but to him it feels very important. Something where he can be careful and tender, where he can go slow and where he knows that he won’t be punished even if he messes up. You think that it helps heal a few wounds in his heart, because whenever you watch him fill the packages of tea with a concentrate pout on his lips or the jars of cream with furrowed brows, a sense of tranquillity surrounds him.

You are currently drying camomile for a new patch of your very delicious tea mixture against colds and sniffles.

“How did it go with him?” you ask him, placing a finished bundle aside to start work on a new one.

“Good, I guess. He’s still the same.”

“Yeah? Well, at least that’s positive news. The spell worked without side effects.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and rests his chin on your shoulder, “he refused to talk. Again. Like always.”

“Mhm, I see. That’s not that good of news. Does he eat and drink at least?”

“Yes, but…I don’t know what to do anymore. Nothing I try helps. It’s like he’s, he’s”, Yoongi stops talking and sighs instead, “it doesn’t matter.”

“No, it does matter”, you turn in his arms, placing your hands on his chest, “I can hear that it upsets you.”

“It doesn’t upset me.”

“Yoongi…” you warn.

Yoongi lowers his eyes, “it makes me sad”, he whispers.

“Gosh my love”, you cup his right cheek.

He leans into it instantly.

“I understand your pain. You are trying so hard, but nothing helps. It must be so painful to watch him rot away like this.”

He nods his head, “I keep wondering if we did the right thing. If, if we never should have turned him human. I wanted to heal him and, and now he is just a shell of-”, he stops again and looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry”, he whispers.

“For what, my love?”

“I almost cried, but I don’t want to.”

“It’s okay, let it all out. You’ll feel so much better afterwards.”

“No”, he shakes his head, “I can’t do that. I want a hug.”

“Com’ere.”

Yoongi falls into your arms, hugging you back with grateful tenderness.

“It’s okay to cry, my love.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Okay, but if you need to, don’t hold back, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hold him for the duration of one song, swaying him to the melody and caressing the nape of his neck. He doesn’t cry, but it is still clear that the hug has the same effect on him as crying would have. Once he steps back, the weight on his shoulders seems to have lifted and he gives you an honest smile.

“Thank you”, he says.

“Don’t. You know that you can always come to me.”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “thanks. You can always come to me too.”

“I know, love. Thank you.”

He smiles and nods his head once.

“And we’ll get through this together, yeah? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I know, thank you”, he says and looks to the side shyly, “I cherish you so much”, he whispers with his fingers touching his own hair.

“I cherish you too, my beloved.”

Yoongi hums and touches his own tummy.

“Uhm. I’ll dry up now. My nipples are coming through the shirt because I’m so cold”, he says, cracking you up.

Yep, he definitely feels better again.

You glance at his chest and the very prominent nipples poking through the fabric.

“They do. Oh dear, look at them”, you say, touching them softly.

He swats your hands away, “don’t. They’re sensitive”, he whines.

“Sorry”, you apologise with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“You’re not”, he says and steps back to leave, “I’ll dry up.”

“Yeah, okay. Have fun, love.”

“Mhm.”

He leaves the room, but returns soon. The vinyl already finished quite some time ago. Now the pitter-patter of rain against the windows is keeping you audible company. You are by your bookcases, cleaning up the books you had to use lately. You like sorting them back into your shelves in alphabetical order once you are done using them.

Yoongi knocks on your door again. By the sound of it, he used his elbow for it.

“Come in!”

“I need help.”

“Oh dear. What’s wrong?” you gasp, hurrying to the door to open it for him.

Nothing is wrong. He is merely carrying a big tray filled with tea and lots of little snacks. Biscuits, sandwiches cut into triangles, sliced fruit and a can of cinnamon tea with some milk. He clearly couldn’t twist the doorknob like this.

“Oh wow Boongie, what's all of that?” you gasp.

“I thought that you were probably hungry”, he says, carrying the tray to your work desk.

“I am. Thank you”, you tell him as you trail behind him. You hug him from behind, rubbing his tummy as he prepares the tea for you. He prepares himself a cup as well.

“There you go.”

“Thank. You”, you say sweetly and giggle, circling him so you could clink mugs with him.

You and he share silence as you try the tea. It tastes rich in spices and leaves behind a comfortable warmth in your tummy.

“This is so yummy. You make the best tea, my love”, you gush and pick up one of the sandwiches, “now what’s that?”

“Just some burrata with tomatoes and pesto and prosciutto and stuff. Yeah, I thought it could be good.”

“Mhhm it is good, wow Boongie this tastes amazing.”

The sandwich is perfectly grilled to be crunchy outside but still soft inside and the flavours of the fillings harmonize together perfectly. You feel your mouth water even as you are munching on it.

He looks to the side, smiling to himself.

“Yeah, eat a lot”, he says, nodding his head.

“I definitely will. Thank you, my love”, you say and pick up the plate, “do you wanna sit on the couch and talk while we eat?”

“Yeah”, he says and follows you with the tea cups.

You sit down in a way so that you can rest your bend legs on his lap and he can run his hand up and down your thigh. He drinks his tea while you eat the delicious sandwich. He asks you if you had a nice day until now and you tell him that you did. Then you ask him if he feels better now that he is dry and he tells you that he does. Afterwards you guide the sandwich to his lips, offering him a bite which he accepts with a faux frown on his face. In the end, he goes in for one more bite and says that the sandwich was good.

Once you finished your sandwich – and you told him all about the caterpillar you saw in the garden – you share the plate of biscuits and another cup of tea each. You busy yourself with your books as you do, while Yoongi relaxes on the couch with his phone.

You share silence like this, coexisting in the same space. You love doing this with him. To be alone, but not lonely. To know that you can partake in your favourite things, but if you wanted to, you would just have to turn and see your favourite person. To know that he is there and that you could just go over there and kiss his lips makes time feel so meaningful and precious.

You place the book aside and give in to the voices. You go to him and place yourself in front of him. Yoongi lifts his head, running his eyes over your face in silent curiosity. Wordlessly, you lean down and cup his cheeks to pull him into a loving kiss.

“Hm”, Yoongi lets out and drops his phone for the sake of holding you. He feels dizzy instantly. Oh, how much he loves to kiss you.

It breaks way too soon for his liking. You even straighten up again, looking down at him with warm eyes.

“Why did you do that?” he asks breathily and with his sparkly eyes racing between yours.

“I just felt like it”, you answer him, caressing his lips gently.

He chases your touch with a tilt of his head and a breathy, “oh” slipping from his pouty lips.

“Why? Is that a problem?”

He shakes his head, fluttering his lashes at you.

“That’s what I thought”, you say and gift him a fond smile, “you’re so handsome, my love”, you say and step back again to return to your books.

Yoongi lowers his head shyly, touching his own lips. Your surprise kisses won’t ever lose their spark. Yoongi swears he discovers new colours whenever you kiss him that way. He is so giddy when he is with you. You make him feel so good. You really do. He watches you work for a little while. You are almost finished with the books, taking tea and biscuit breaks every now and then.

Yoongi switches his eyes to the guitar next to the work desk. It’s from his collection. It was made out of black wood with pearl engravings on the guitar neck and produced a beautiful sound. It has a permanent home in this room, just like a few of your plants have a permanent home in his wing these days. It happened naturally that you trickled into each other’s spaces with the intent to stay. It doesn’t feel out of place, as a matter of fact, your spaces wouldn’t feel complete if the little hints of the other weren’t present.

Yoongi gets up from the sofa, “do you mind if I play the guitar?” he asks.

“No, of course not. I was already thinking how quiet the room is”, you allow him with your nose lost in one of your books, “woah, that’s interesting. Why did I wanna put this away? I gotta take notes on this”, you murmur and turn to hurry to the desk.

You meet Yoongi there. He is carrying the guitar by its neck, smiling at you with curious eyes.

“What did you discover?” he asks.

“Look”, you show him the pages in the book.

Yoongi looks at them with great interest. They present knowledge to a spell you are currently practicing under his guidance.

“That’s the spell we practiced yesterday. I didn’t even see those pages yet.”

“Mhm, they seem helpful. It’s a good idea to take notes about them”, he tells you and glances at your face.

You notice, meeting his gaze.

“Can I have another kiss?” he asks.

You nod your head and close the distance between you and him to kiss his lips. Yoongi deepens it with his hand on the side of your neck and his thumb caressing your cheek. By the time he finally breaks it, your heart is racing just a little. He gives you a smile.

“That was nice”, he says.

“Yeah”, you agree, nudging his chest, “you’re so sweet.”

“Mhm”, he hums and steps back to get comfortable on the couch, “do you have any song wishes?”

“Not really. Just play whatever you wanna play”, you tell him and sit down by your desk.

“Okay”, he says and seconds later the melodies of his guitar fills the air.

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hypnoneghoul · 7 months ago

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okay so me and @cirrus-ghoulette were talking about ghoul pouches and i need yall to hear us out

normally puches of ghouls like rain or cumulus are kinda small, just enough to fit a few kits in there, right? which is a shame because being in a pouch is the ultimate comfort ever for a ghoul

however, there's one ghoul in the abbey who is big enough and has a pouch big enough to fit a smaller but still adult ghoul in there. maybe even two

omega

he's one of the oldest ghouls, and theyre usually less glamoured = bigger, and he's just big on his own so he's actually huge. so is his pouch

skipping over how dew, phantom and aurora love chilling in his pouch, and how aether definitely has a thing for seeing omega with a huge bump, were moving on to alpha and omega

alpha has this harsh exterior and everything but in reality he's a softie, we know it, right? imagine him coming back to their room after a long day and just curling up against omega and he knows what he needs

alpha is too big to fit in omega's pouch but he's gonna shove his arms in there and rest his head against it and sometimes when he really needs comfort he'll end up with his head in it, because bun said it's dark and warm and quiet in there and all he can hear it's omega's heartbeat and omega's rubbing his arms and back comfortingly the whole time

omega tries recreating the pouch experience with some blankets and heatpads and quintessence

but

what if the ghouls in general can use their glamor for shapeshifting into animals or maybe just changing their bodies and sizes of their bodies in general, but alpha has been on the earth for so long and he'd never done that so he's very rusty with this skill and he's got additional mental block about letting himself into a vulnerable state like getting smaller or turning into, I dunno, a little critter

but what if omega can slip into his mind and help him go over that block? he does help alpha slip and they don't really know the first time what he's gonna end up like, because it depends on a ghoul

so they're cuddling, relaxing, alpha laying against omega's chest, both of their eyes closed as omega works his magic. literally

alpha nearly fells asleep but then at some point omega let's out a curious chirp, followed by a giggle. alpha doesn't care, he's so sleepy and cozy and everything

but omega kinda turned him into a baby lynx (just because alpha gives me lynx vibes)

and omega just grabs him and puts him into his pouch and alpha is the happiest purring little ghoul/lynx ever

bun said that alpha is so happy the first time he slips into the pouch, kneading on the inside of it. obviously omega doesn't have any milk but alpha's instincts tell him to knead

we just think that alpha in omegas pouch <3

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #hypnone's hcs #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #hypnone scribbles

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liaromancewriter · 23 days ago

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Child’s Play – Part 1 / 2

Premise: A beloved childhood toy gets a new life.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); ft. Sophie and Eloise Ramsey (F!OCs) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,260

A/N: Thanks to @potionsprefect for this fic idea. Submission to @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 prompt day 21 "memories"

Rain splattered against the large plate glass windows of the cozy toy shop, nestled between a second-hand bookstore and a shabby tea shop with frilly curtains. Outside, a red double-decker bus came to a stop, releasing passengers who hurried off, hoods up and umbrellas snapping open.

From inside, Wilhelmina thought the clouds looked angry, rolling and churning across the sky like that. She sent a silent prayer of thanks that she was warm and dry even if she missed her friends.

Of course, she did not miss Jasper, the little red dog who loved nothing more than messing up her delicate tutu and satin pointe shoes. He was why she was now here instead of having tea parties with Miss Patty and Miss Bernadette.

Still, the view was ever-changing, and she saw the most interesting people. Like the old lady who wore two thick coats and always had something for the birds in the park across the street. Or the little girl who told her the most lovely story about a brave princess.

I wouldn’t mind being brave, mused Wilhelmina. She could even be a superhero like the ones who hung out at the back of the store.

She was getting sleepy when a man stopped outside her window and leaned in to stare at her. She thought he had kind green eyes, sighing as a smile spread across his lips.

A few minutes later, Wilhelmina heard the bell above the door jingle, and then a hand reached in, grabbing her shoulders from behind. The man from the window turned as she approached, his wet hair shimmering under the lights.

“She’s perfect.” He chuckled, gently holding her in his hand and tracing the hem of her pink skirt with one finger. “My daughter will love her.”

When the shopkeeper placed her on the dusty glass counter and reached for a bag, Wilhelmina felt butterflies flutter in her tummy. She had found her forever home.

Many years later…

The light hit her face, and Wilhelmina’s eyes fluttered open. In the hazy space between wakefulness and sleep, memories flooded in.

A little girl with yellow hair and green eyes squealing excitedly when she first met Wilhelmina, hugging her tight. Watching her twirl around the room on her tippy-toes, her long pink skirt perfectly matching Wilhelmina’s. Teardrops falling on her head on a sad day, late-night whispers of love lost and found. Feeling safe, tucked under the covers with her forever friend.

And then, one day, Wilhelmina fell asleep, tired but comfortable, in a bed of soft blankets as the lights went out. She didn’t remember being jostled as the box she was placed in was carried off to storage or when it was brought back to the delight of two little girls visiting their grandparents.

“Mommy, was this really yours?”

Cassie Valentine looked up from perusing an old photo album when her daughters Sophie and Eloise waved a familiar doll in a ballerina costume.

They were visiting her parents, and her mom had brought down some boxes of her old stuff so that they could sort through them and decide what to keep.

Sophie rushed over to show off the doll while Eloise stayed behind, bending over the box with her grandmother, listening to stories attached to each piece they removed.

“A ballerina doll. Why am I not surprised?” her husband, Ethan Ramsey, murmured in amusement beside her, pointing at a photo of her in a tutu skirt, getting ready to go on stage. “Is she the one who inspired you to learn ballet?”

Cassie gently held Wilhelmina, cherished childhood memories running through her mind. They had been inseparable, traveling the world together, one of the few constants in her life back then.

“No,” Cassie said softly. “I was already taking lessons. My dad found her in a toy store in London and bought her for me.” She looked into Sophie’s green eyes—the color was Valentine green, but the shape was pure Ramsey. “She was my confidante growing up for anything your Uncle Max thought was too girly for his ears.”

Sophie traced her fingers over the doll’s soft, well-loved fabric, brushing across the faded tulle skirt and the hand-stitched smile that had watched over her mother as a little girl.

“Did you take her everywhere?” Sophie asked, her voice filled with awe, making way as her twin sister joined them on the couch.

“What’s her name?” El asked, crowding into Cassie’s other side, her curious gaze fixed on the doll with equal fascination.

“Wilhelmina,” Cassie said, smiling as both girls leaned closer, captivated. “She’s been my friend since I was about your age. She was part of the family and even had her own little suitcase for when we traveled all over the world.”

Cassie watched her daughters’ elated expressions at this peek into her past. “Want to know a secret?” Sophie nodded emphatically while El tucked herself into her father’s lap. “Whenever I was sad, Wilhelmina made everything better. That’s her superpower.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, guessing where this was going, and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Dolls can’t be superheroes, Rookie. Remember who you’re talking to.”

“Whatever, Nighthawk,” Cassie scoffed.

Yes, their girls were fanciful, but what was wrong with that? A little imagination never hurt anyone, especially at this age.

“So, she’s like a superhero?” Sophie gasped as El, who’d been making funny faces in the reflection of her father’s phone screen, suddenly showed renewed interest in the doll.

“Would you two like to adopt Wilhelmina?” Cassie asked the twins.

As always, they communicated silently before making a decision with a few shakes and nods.

“I think Sophie should take Wilhelmina,” El declared, jumping off the couch to do a cartwheel. “Besides, she likes ballet and dolls more than I do.”

“Can I take her on adventures, too?” Sophie asked, hugging the beloved doll tightly.

Ethan chuckled, placing a comforting arm around Cassie’s shoulder and tucking her to his side. “Looks like Wilhelmina, the ballerina slash superhero, is about to start a new chapter.”

“Now, we have to find an old toy of yours to give to El,” Cassie said, adding when Ethan turned towards her, perplexed, “It’s only fair. One childhood toy from each of us.”

“We’ll see,” he said, non-committal, watching Sophie run off to the window seat to whisper secrets to her new doll. “I doubt my dad still has any of my old stuff.”

Cassie didn’t argue, but she suspected Alan had kept everything, hoping to pass them on to his grandchildren one day.

Watching her daughter hold Wilhelmina so dearly, she felt a tug of nostalgia mixed with joy. She leaned into Ethan, whispering, “It’s funny… I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. But here she is, just right for Sophie. Like she was for me all those years ago.”

“Maybe it’s meant to be,” he said, his gaze shifting to El as she wobbled in her awkward handstand.

He grabbed her legs before she could lose balance and tumble onto the side table with its Tiffany lamp.

“Not inside the house, El,” he said sternly. “Take your sister and go outside to play.”

Cassie hid a smile, waiting until they were alone before doubling over in laughter. “You sounded just like Dr. Ramsey scolding interns,” she teased, deepening her voice to mimic Ethan’s gruff tone. “Didn’t anyone tell you kids not to run in the halls?”

“I don’t sound like that!” he protested, towering over her with his arms crossed in mock indignation.

“Sure, Jan!”

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All Fics & Edits: @bluebelle08 @coffeeheartaddict2 @crazy-loca-blog @jerzwriter @justyourusualash

@lady-calypso @kyra75 @mainstreetreader @peonierose @potionsprefect

@queencarb @quixoticdreamer16 @snoopdogcone @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction

Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Ethan & Cassie only: @cariantha @custaroonie @youlookappropriate

#open heart #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #ramsey twins #playchoices

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dailyreverie · 2 years ago

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Hiii Jul! May I request #2 “Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.” with Poe, please? 🥺 If it's not taken of course!

The holiday

A/N: First of all, thank you so much for requesting! second, I really really hope you like it, this is nothing ut pure tooth-rotting fluff.

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Day #2: “Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.”

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word Count: 675 words

Warnings: Sleepy cuddly Poe. Poe gets kind of steamy.

When you open your eyes and stretch your arms, you already know it was going to be impossible to get out of bed. It was not just because of Poe’s arm holding you so close to his chest - though it may have been a reason -, but because of the cold that could be felt all the way inside your room.

You had arrived at the sanctuary moon of Endor for a recon mission the afternoon before, just in time to avoid the freezing night rain that had turned into snow just a few minutes later. Poe had somehow managed to get a cozy cabin to spend the days you were going to be there, with a big chimney to warm your room and the coziest blankets thrown on the bed.

Waking up to the smell of smokey wood and to Poe’s shampoo felt more like a holiday than a mission, and the cold outside was not helping at all. The window had the perfect view of the forest, and of the fog that had covered it entirely, trapping an even colder wind in between the tall trees. You wanted nothing but to stay like that, forever in between Poe’s arms in a cold winter morning, still, you tried moving away from Poe’s grasp in an attempt to go and start your day.

“Where do you think you are going?” His voice, still full of sleep, was enough to stop you.

“We need to get ready to leave.” You reminded him, holding his hand to unhook his arm from around your waist.

He groaned, but eventually, a smile broke on his face. “Not really, we don’t.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t Finn waiting for you to send the intel?” As you ask, Poe successfully pulls you back under his weight, without any intention of letting you go.

“Nope,” He pops the p, kissing under your earlobe as he pulls the blanket over the two of you. “No one’s waiting for anything.” You should really keep asking, find out what he even is talking about, but then he starts kissing down your earlobe to your jaw, your neck, your clavicle… his job of distracting you working as a charm as you let out a little moan and curl into his chest, forgetting for a second how cold it is outside.

“Wait, wait… so the mission-” You push him away, trying to make sense of whatever Poe planned. He meets your eyes with his eyelids half-closed, looking at you without answering as you try and figure out the past 12 hours. “You made it up?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Poe admits innocently. “After the year we had, now that it’s all over, I figured we could use a holiday.” You have no words left to say, you can only look at him and hope your smile is enough for him to understand how thankful you are and how much you love him.

“So this means we don’t have to go out and freeze?” You cuddle closer to him, kissing him softly when you meet him in the middle again. “Or was all this just an excuse to stay in bed for a bit longer?”

Poe shakes his head with a small laugh, all while he manages to climb on top of you and cage you under his body. “No excuses, I’m being serious. Let’s just stay here, where it’s warm, and maybe we’ll see some snow falling today…” He kisses you again, slowly, your lips moving in sync and his tongue teasing yours as he speaks in between kisses “...turn the fire on, stay in bed all day, whatever you want to do.”

“This. This is all I want to do.” You finally let go of every other question about Poe’s surprise getaway, feeling his smile against your lips as he keeps kissing you over and over again, as if kissing you was the only thing that could keep the cold away - you figure out it may be working, since you are never cold again that morning.

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Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x you #poe x you #poe x reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron au #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fic #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron oneshot

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blackbloodteeth · 4 months ago

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The Eyes at the Back of the Room

The woods had her that night. She'd never lost her way before the sun would set, but now the trees gave her no welcome mercy, especially as a foul storm had begun blowing in. There was, however, a cabin that had found her sight, one she prayed eternally grateful for easily letting her slip inside.

Curiously, despite the lanterns being lit and a fire stoked in its hearth, there were none but her in here. Poor soul must have been caught by the wicked rains like her, she reckoned.

She tried not to be much of a bother even as she made herself home by the flame's warmth, the passing time weighing on her chilled, weary bones. Just a rest of her eyes a moment. She'll be sure to explain her misfortunes when they finally return.

When she reawakened, it was in the comfort of a bed, tucked in soft and cozy covers that made it hard for her to want to part from them. Had the home's master shown her kindness while she fell to slumber?

Strangely yet again though, even as the sleepy daze of sunlight streamed from between the curtains, and a tantalizing, inviting smell of something kept warm that pulled her to the hearth, there was still no sight of who lives here.

Had they perhaps gone outside, to gather more firewood? She found herself terribly quite hungry, and wished to ask if it wouldn't be of too much trouble to have a bite, especially as there looked to be more than enough for even one. Much to her curious nature, of course, she was quickly drawn by the table already set. Two empty bowls, and a fresh loaf of bread split for two.

Well, when the kind soul who lives here comes back, she will make due on explaining herself and thanking them; Any task she can do to return the favor she'll be prepared for.

The stew plumed up steam as she served herself a filling portion, seating at the guest side of the table. It was rich and hearty, and very well the most delicious meal she had ever tasted in quite a while. In no time at all, she saw her bowl licked clean, and the accompanying bread thoroughly devoured, the nice glass of refreshing water savored in washing it down. She hadn't recalled it having been there at first but she dismissed it as busy forgetfulness.

Time passed again where she sat fulfilled, left by herself. It began to make her restless, voice reaching out as the door never stirred. "Am I to not thank someone for this kindness and hospitality?"

And then that's when she saw it. The eyes at the back of the room.

Dark red eyes, standing in the shadows of the corner.

"You can see me?" it whispers.

Her mouth gapes open, unable to look away as she nods, almost in a trance.

"You can hear me?" it whispers.

And again, she nods in reply.

The eyes blink. They do not stray from her.

"Will you be leaving?"

Soon enough she finds her voice, hands politely held in her lap. "I'm afraid so. I must return home before my family worries."

The eyes blink. They look away, to the other end of the table.

"Then take that with you. It will help you find your way out."

Her mouth gapes again, a small doll made of dried leaves and tied with herbs now sitting in the middle between them. Quietly she takes it and excuses herself from the chair. "Thank you."

The eyes stay silent.

She keeps her head lowered as she walks across the room, not another word when she makes it to the door, closes it behind her, starts her way along the trail leading home. She can't seem to stop herself from pausing just at the edge of the trees, turning to look back.

The cabin still remains there. And the eyes watch her from the darkness of the window.

#writing #soul eater #maka albarn #soul variant #soul evans

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 2 years ago

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just a blurb about being tired and snuggling with jake would be appreciated (think feeling sleepy but it being nowhere near time for bed, just sitting with each other)

of course, i love this so much.

You loved days like this, lazy days at home when it was raining and thundering outside. Most people would complain about the weather, but it always made you feel calm.

Clad in an oversized sweater and a pair of short biker shorts you made your way to the couch, stopping to grab a blanket from the blanket ladder against the wall. You placed your tea on the coffee table and got comfortable on the couch. Grabbing your current favorite book you started reading. The sound of Jake working on a new riff from his music room filling the silence, and almost making it hard for you to stay awake.

After a while you heard your other half making his way down the hallway. He turned the corner and a soft smile played on his lips when his eyes landed on you.

"Hey you" He said sweetly, "Don't you look cozy"

You could tell from the speed of his motions and his tired eyes that he had probably been up most of the night. He was a night owl at heart, but also never wanted to slow down during the day.

"I am, want to join me?" you pulled the blanket back and patted the space between your legs.

"Will you rub my back?" He asked shyly, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"Of course Jakey" You grinned. He pulled his shirt over his head and then settled between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist, reaching his hands under your sweater so he could touch your bare skin, head resting on your abdomen.

You pulled the blanket back over you both and started running one hand up and down his back with the other gently scratching at his scalp. He sighed deeply as he melted into you, squeezing you a little tighter before fully relaxing.

"mmm, i love you" He mumbled, kissing the inside of your arm when it moved close enough.

"I love you" You said back quietly.

You thanked yourself for buying a couch big enough to fit both of you comfortably. The two of you stayed there for hours, drifting in and out of sleep, whispering sweet nothings to each other and occasionally shifting positions as the rain continued to come down outside. You loved days like this.

#jake kiszka

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allora1233 · 2 years ago

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𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕒𝕪: ℙ𝕣𝕠 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠!𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥

𝕐/ℕ 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜. 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Word count: 1.6k

Cold... Dark... Raining...

9 pm. It's closing time. All the rowdy customers have dispersed and the store is finally empty, free of any civilians and animals. The only noises now were created by your fellow employees and manager finishing off their closing routine and cleaning the store of any dirt or mess that had been brought in and created.

You had applied to the local pet store for a job to help around with finances for you and your boyfriend, pro hero Eijirou Kirishima. Despite the fact that he insisted that working as a full-time hero made him plenty of money to sustain a cozy and stable lifestyle for the both of you, you didn't like the idea of having Kirishima pay for everything and still really wanted to help out. Besides, you have always been an independent, and stubborn, person, so it really didn't bother you at all to find a job.

Well, that was until you actually started working there. It wasn't like you had never worked a job before, so the problem wasn't you being inexperienced or anything like that. The problem was that you were barely being paid above minimum wage for almost 30 hours a week. It was slowly exhausting you and you barely had any time for yourself. Sure, the employees were nice and you made many friends there, but the work itself along with the nagging customers were slowly draining you and your mental health.

Despite all that, you never let it show when you eventually got home after work. You didn't want Kirishima to be worried for you or think you are pushing yourself too hard. It's not like you haven't had worse. So you sucked it up and dealt with it, if it meant that you could be helping out.

However, tonight had been a little different. The customers today were especially rude to everyone for seemingly no reason, there were so many dogs to clean up after, and your boss had come in to check up on everyone and started making a fuss over little things that never bothered anyone. And you had to work a 9-hour shift, so the day dragged on until it eventually became night. Of course, fate wasn't done with you yet, as when you and the rest of your team closed up shop, it started to rain. And since it had been a perfectly sunny day prior, you saw no need to bring an umbrella.

As you walk home, you could feel yourself start to break down. One more bump in the road and you would completely break.

The puddles on the driveway splash under your feet as you approach your porch. Unlocking the door, you step inside and drop your bag and drenched coat on the ground, not even bothering to put it up like you would normally. From around the corner, the sound of a tv show fills the otherwise silent air of the room.

Kirishima must be watching something, since he likes staying up and waiting for you to come home. You knew he was probably tired from hero work, so it always made you feel guilty when you saw the sleepy look in his eyes as he greeted you home. But he always claims he doesn't mind staying up for you, so you gave up arguing a long time ago.

Tonight has been rough. So rough that you didn't even want to engage in any small talk with him or anything of the sort. You just wanted to be alone. Carefully and silently, you sneak behind Kirishima and quickly walk into your shared bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you.

Almost instantly, you collapse onto the ground, still having enough self-control to not make too much of a sound. You crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over you, curling up into a ball. That's when the dam breaks.

Grasping onto your pillow, you bury your face into it and start sobbing. Tears stained the pillow cover as muffled cries and gasps escaped you, the silence of the room shattered by your broken whimpers. An unbearable pounding started causing your head to ache as your sobs slowly became louder, your ears ringing.

A sudden weight on your back causes you to shoot up out of the blanket. A very concerned Kirishima sat on the bed next to you. He must have heard you crying and came in without you noticing. He looks you over once before picking you up and sitting you on his lap. Lacking the energy to protest, you melt into his embrace and continue to bawl your eyes out in his chest.

Although you weren't in any state to admit it, you really appreciated having Kirishima there. It felt nice to have him be there to comfort and hold you, even though you had wanted to be alone not even a few minutes ago.

Kirishima didn't say anything. He just continued to hold you close as your tears dried and all you could muster were soft whimpers. It wasn't until a couple more minutes later when he finally spoke.

"Better?" Was all he asked in a hushed tone. You nod weakly, still clutching onto him as if he'd fade away if you let go. Kirishima slowly laid down, bringing you down beside him as he continued to hold you close to his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You pause for a moment, contemplating if it was worth it to trouble him with your problems. As if he could read your thoughts, Kirishima spoke up once more. "I know you've been struggling lately. It's honestly not hard to tell that you've been through a lot, and I'm assuming it has something to do with work. If you've been hiding it from me because you're afraid you'll burden me or something like that, please remember that I'm your boyfriend for a reason. No matter what, you'll always be my top priority and I will be here for you."

You broke once more, more tears that you didn't know you had left spilled out as you finally released everything you've held back. How you were tired of working for the pet store and how exhausted you'd become. How you missed having time for yourself and with Kirishima. How poorly you were being treated by the customers and your boss.

And even if it was a little difficult to understand through your cracking and sorrowful voice, Kirishima listened to every word, occasionally reminding you to breathe and rubbing small circles on your back.

You'd finished your rant. The room was silent, aside from the occasional sniffle and heavy breath you let out. After another moment of silence, you mumble, "Sorry..." Kirishima quickly shakes his head. "Please don't apologize baby. I'm really glad you told me."

He sighs softly before gently taking a hold of your chin, lifting your head up so he could look at your face. You were sure that you looked like an absolute mess, your eyes and face most definitely red. However, the small smile that Kirishima gave you as he gently wiped away the tear stains on your cheek gave you a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that honey; I really wish you'd told me sooner. I know you like to keep your problems all to yourself. I've know that you are an independent person ever since we met. But I've said it before and I'll say it again." Kirishima gently presses his forehead against yours, looking you in the eyes.

"I love you, so so much. And that means that no matter what problems you throw at me or whatever's been eating at you suddenly becomes too much for you to bare on your own, I will always be here to help you. Please rely on me. You are so incredibly important to me and I don't want you to have to go through all this thinking that you would annoy me by having me involved. I promise you that will never, ever happen."

You close your eyes, struggling to fully take in his words as your independence and stubbornness conflict with what you knew to be the truth. You knew Kirishima wouldn't have a problem with you talking to him about all this, but it was easier said than done.

Kirishima could tell you were having an internal battle and let you process his words for a moment. You open your eyes back up and gently take a hold of one of his hands. "I love you too Eijirou... Thank you for being here."

"Always." He smiles and leans closer, gently pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You couldn't remember how long it had been since you both had enough time to just be in each other's embrace like this. It just brought into perspective how much you truly missed being with him.

Once the tender kiss broke, Kirishima spoke up. "You should get some rest baby. We can talk more about all this tomorrow, okay?" You nod and gently peck his lips one more time before the both of you crawl under the sheets. You snuggle close to Kirishima, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his big arms around you, holding you close and securely. You smile and sigh contentedly.

"Night Eiji..." You yawn, the exhaustion finally sinking in as you relaxed into him. He smiles and kisses your head. "Night y/n... sleep well honey." And with that, the both of you drift off to a peaceful sleep.

#mha #bnha #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x y/n #x reader #x y/n #allora✿works

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221b-bitch-st · 2 years ago

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May 1st: In The Beginning

In the beginning, there were two beings of divine creation - an angel and a demon. In the beginning, they deemed God’s Plan to be ineffable. In the beginning, the demon shielded the angel from rain with his coal black wings.

However, none of those things mark the beginning of the romantic relationship between the angel and the demon. One may argue that their entire coexistence has been a romantic endeavor, but only so much so that they’ve been dancing around each other like cosmically-sized magnets.

What most who know about Aziraphale and Crowley would deem the beginning is the night of May the first in A. Z. Fell and Co. ~ Antiquarian and Unusual Books. It had never been unusual for demon and angel to engage in social activities in the safety of the bookshoppe after dark, but this night constituted a shift in a dynamic carefully crafted over centuries upon centuries.

Crowley had spent a very long time describing his disdain for his overseer, Beelzebub, and Aziraphale has listened keenly, offering commentary such as “Astonishing!” and “How audacious!” when appropriate. Now, he was all talked out for the evening, and he slumped in a frumpy red chair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Aziraphale walked backed into the room with two more steaming mugs of cocoa, the handles replaced with angels wings, quite ready to listen to his demon pour his heart out further, when he noticed how serene Crowley looked. Crowley never looked that serene unless he was sleeping, a human activity that he admitted to enjoying on an evening similar to this one (under dubious circumstances but it was a confession nonetheless). Indeed, more and more Crowley found himself waking up after a particularly pleasant nap only to remember he had been in the presence of Aziraphale. Not that the angel seemed to mind in the slightest.

“Oh, Crowley…”

Aziraphale gently set down the steaming mugs on the tottery round table between their two armchairs before lifting a knitted blanket off of a nearby chair and laying it gently over over Crowley’s lap. Crowley stirred, opening one gleaming yellow eye to identify the disturbance.

“Angel?”

“Hush now, go back to sleep.”

Crowley nodded, closing his eyes once more and shifting in the chair, eliciting a smitten kind of smile from the angel.

“You really are quite adorable when you’re all sleepy like this,” Aziraphale commented, not expecting Crowley to hear or even acknowledge his statement. But when he sat down in the chair directly beside his demon, the latter stirred.

“I’m what?”

“You’re- you’re what? Oh, nothing, nothing at all. Go to sleep,” Aziraphale stuttered out rather nervously.

“Did you call me adorable?”

“Did I? It must’ve… slipped out, what with you being all cozy and how late it and-“

Crowley placed one long-fingered hand over Aziraphale’s and, always the seed of temptation, cocked his head slyly.

“Does that thought cross your mind a lot?”

“Well… rather frequently, I suppose. I’m surprised you’re not offended.”

Crowley threw his head back and laughed and full, energetic laugh that had Aziraphale’s insides in a knot.

“Oh, of course I’m offended.”

The angel blanched.

“I’d much rather be thought of as beautiful, tempting, sexy, a dark spot you can’t get off your sunglasses that always catches your eye…”

Aziraphale nodded carefully, assessing his demon’s words. Maybe, if he was quite particular with his wording, he could convey his feelings.

“Well, suppose you are also all those things. Then no one else could be gorgeous, for you’d be stealing all the glory.”

A faint blush tickled the demons cheeks uncharacteristically, and the angel found he quite liked the look of it.

“I’m only this stunning in your presence, Angel.”

And then soft brown met rich gold, and each being found he couldn’t quite stop looking into the other’s eyes. Slowly, without breaking the fragile eye contact, Crowley lifted Aziraphale’s hand to his lips and placed them there gently, letting his featherlight kiss rest for a few moments longer than could be platonic before removing his hand.

Then, without a word, the demon curled up easily, quite like a snake, burying himself in the blanket and sinking into the armchair once more. But he didn’t let go of his angel’s hand for the whole night.

#Ineffable May #august whispers #good omens #good omens fanfiction #ficlet #oneshot #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable godfathers #ineffable lovers #ineffable husbands

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edrick-rolling · 2 years ago

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Send 📩 For a random Headcanon about my muse.

@goldenxglyphs asked: 📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩📩

//Oh and I'm the crazy one bc I sent 6 huh? XD

1.) Edrick speaks his "I love you"s very freely, because he feels everyone he cares about deserves to know that they are loved. That they mean a lot to him, that his love is freely given and he cares about them.

So it's not uncommon in the slightest to hear him telling his friends he loves them. But it won't bother him if they don't say it back.

2.) Eddy has the isles equivalent of a mini fridge in his room. When he makes little meals for Hunter, he stashes them inside it. So whenever Hunter picks the lock to his balcony doors, he'll always have something delicious waiting for him~.

3.) While his relationship with both parents is rocky. Edrick is a BIG Mama's boy, and he often asks his mother for advice when it comes to his illegal firework side hustle. He likes to hide in a big old beanbag chair he put in her office one day~.

4.) Edrick is actually surprisingly knowledgeable about Blight industries, business, stocks, partnerships, their merchendice, ect. If the Emperor's coven were ever to come to collect the abomitrons, and his parents weren't available? He could handle the business functions just fine on his own.

5.) He fell in love with bard magic when he was 6, and found an old, worn down Kalimba. Eddy managed to figure out how to play a simple nursery rhyme, and when he began to sing along, he unknowingly used bard magic to make water from a puddle rise up and dance around~.

The Bard coven has held his heart ever since.

6.) SPEAKING of the Bard coven. Edrick has several Raine posters, every album they've ever released (some are even autographed), as well as various Bard coven clothing articles.

7.) Snowball, one of Edrick's Palismen, wasn't carved well. Not by him anyways, and he didn't get her on Palismen adoption day. Snowball actually climbed into his basket when he was potion ingredient foraging one day, and Eddy unknowingly brought her home.

He originally mistook her for a sickly animal, because of her naturally laid back, sleepy nature. And it took him longer than he's proud to admit to realize she was in fact, a Palisman.

8.) Speaking of Snowball her special Palismen ability is summoning Clouds~. Which she mostly uses to make cozy cloud beds! But Eddy can use this to make clouds to ride on, or catch people, or to hide in, he can make small boiling rainstorms, snow, hail, freezing rain, lightning, fog ect. Basically any Cloud-based weather shenanigans???

9.) Edrick was more upset over finding out Emira had also been stood up at Grom, then he was over being stood up himself.

10.) For my Edrick, the episode "lost in language" doesn't happen. Or at least, the "stealing" Amity's diary part didn't. He wanted to sneak in just for the Wailing star and to play with the living books. Finding Amity's secret hiding spot was completely accidental, and he feels bad for messing with her safe space.

11.) Edrick has a "safe space" of his own as well. A decent sided shack buried away in the forest around Blight manor, where he makes his fireworks, potions, and stashes away all of his bard magic grimoires and instruments. It also has snacks, a crystal ball, dozens of fairy lights, a hammock, and a tiny bathroom.

Currently; Hunter is the only one who knows of the shack's location, and the only one with a key to get inside. Regardless of whether or not Eddy is there himself.

12.) In Eddy's mind? Luz has already been accepted as family. It makes him so happy to see Amity loosening up, and becoming her own person thanks to Luz. So regardless of what anyone says, he thinks Luz is a wonderful influence. That's his 3rd sister, his sister-in-law, the Blight minus the "B", and he's slowly attempting to learn Spanish to be able to talk to her more~. As well as learn more human-safe recipes he can make.

13.) In my "Jade Bard" verse, Edrick has unfortunately killed someone before. When he was a year into his apprenticeship with Raine, and out on a mission with some scouts. They were ambushed, and in self defense he hit someone with an electricity spell. Which wouldn't have killed them on its own, until they fell off their staff and into one of the Isles' non-boiling lakes.

He hasn't cast an electric spell since, and still has nightmares, and immense guilt over the event.

14.) While Edrick IS allergic to The boiling Isles' Spider milk, he would be able to eat Cow milk products just fine. So if any Luzs wants his help with anything, they will have it if they bring him some yummy dairy goodies 👀 (jk he'd help either way)

15.) Edrick ALWAYS has snacks on his person. They're the GOOD snacks, and he's always happy to share these snacks as well.

16.) He is very fluent in Latin, and probably another Boiling Isles specific language, even if he likes to pretend otherwise.

#goldenxglyphs #BOOM #THERE YOU GO; 16 HEADCANONS #💚 headcanons 🎶

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fly-like-egyptian-musk · 2 years ago

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⋆☆~Written ☆ in⋆the ☆ Stars~☆⋆ In the early days of your blossoming relationship with Viktor, you both feel where it's headed but are too afraid to admit it. You plan a date that will be too romantic to ignore, in hopes one of you will grow the courage to take the next step. A humid Summer night under the stars wrapped in the arms of your beloved is where you finally admit your true feelings. Viktor x Reader, AFAB Reader, Female Character of Color, Plus-Size reader, First Time, First Love, Fluff, Fluff & Smut, Body Worship, Outdoor Sex, Idiots in Love, Bad Astrology. !!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

It was balmy, the summers heat in full force when you finished up with work and hurried back to your apartment to start prepping everything you needed for tonight. Viktor and you finally made plans to have dinner together after several missed connections.

The night was still young, alive with friends celebrating the weekend, children playing and lovers enjoying the warm summer day. This would technically be your fifteenth "date", the early days were filled with visits to the local coffee shop for a cozy cuddle in the corner, drinking espresso while you read poetry and Viktor hypothesized in his journal between sips. Or strolls in the botanical gardens that led to lounging at the lily pad covered pond where you would sneakily sketch Viktor in your moleskin- because let’s face it, the man was contoured by the gods. If he ever knew how many brief scribblings and studies you’d made of him you’d have a lot of explaining to do.

But your favorite date was when you both decided to spend the day in Zaun visiting your old stomping grounds. It was adventurous, a little risky, but cathartic to be back home together. Walking the Entresol level and revisiting the enchanting Bridgewaltz market to meander, finding foreign trinkets and running into a few odd merchant friends of yours that insistedyou drank a couple of homemade brews with them at their stall so they could get to know your boyfriend better and some old friends of Viktors who congratulated his achievements into Piltover. The last stop you made was to grab a bite of the signature Undercity mushroom stew at a pub you both were familiar with to reminisce until it was time to return to your apartments. The trolley ride back was spent cuddling with full bellies and peppered with food sleepy kisses.

These dates were always great, because they were minimal, relaxing and manageable for both of you.

Although you had originally planned a few weeks ago to have an evening picnic at secluded spot you found when you first came topside, but the hours Viktor had been pulling in the lab proved to be endless and he had to rain check the past three times. Occasionally you saw each other, and when you did you had made it a point to make sure Viktor (and Jayce) were at least eating. Sporadically you came by the lab with a brown bag of homemade sandwiches or snacks- when there weren’t loud explosions booming behind it’s closed doors or the mystical frantic whirring of Hexgems being stabilized.

Viktor and you had been growing closer to each other, even through the long streaks of time where you’d barely see a wink of one another. The times that you could meet were spent absolutely smitten; lingering stares, the way you clung to every word while talking for hours, physical touch- you both practically became glued together. But between catching up and relaxing was an unspoken intensity, a gravitation that pulled you deeper. Sweet kisses that were meant to be chaste became hungrier, simple touches became caresses that progressed to more- yet you would never cross a threshold of being fully intimate. It seemed that whenever it was about to happen, it wouldn’t, and you’d both stop. Of course you had been intimate in other ways; helping with tasks not related to work, library runs, mail sorting, grocery shopping, laundry, taking care of each other when one was feeling ill, being emotionally supportive when having a bad day or week (you tended to get depressed every once and a while which Viktor was always so understanding about).

Sexually, you had been intimate-usually you initiating, which Viktor definitely appreciated but it wasn’t the same. It would always be with clothes on, semi undone and lead to heavy petting but never the main event. Naturally you thought that it was maybe your doing that Viktor didn’t want to go farther, an irrational fear that he didn’t find you attractive-you actually hadn’t been this self conscious since you were younger. But something inside you said that it went deeper and that he obviously did like you. It’s not to say a relationship couldn’t work without having full intercourse, but usually it would’ve happened already thinking back to your past relationships, especially between two adults that were head over heels for each other. He had been more distant since you last met, ending from embraces quicker and excusing himself as the night grew late. It worried you, and you needed to know why. On top of that Viktor was working harder than usual, which meant he was extending himself too far- as his “normal” way of working meant skipping most meals and taking power naps instead of a full REM sleep cycle.

Admittedly he said, most nights he hadn’t even slept in his room, opting for the couch in the lab because usually he’d be done at nearly 4am. So truth be told, you missed him dearly (and were worried) and wanted to treat him to a very low key date and talk.

After all, tonight was special. There was a meteor shower occurring after dark that was nearly impossible to see in the under city so you were incredibly excited to witness it completely un obscured. You’d asked if he’d like to stargaze with you over a light dinner and drink-if he wasn’t too tired but he thought it was a perfect idea and he really wanted to make up for his absence. The spot was a bit uphill, but only just. Scoping it out earlier in the week you even cleared some of the brambles and obstructions away so that it would be accessible to him. It shouldn’t prove too difficult for Viktor to walk up with you (or so you hoped) but if he was having a bad day you’d have no issue stargazing downtown at the square instead so that he could be comfortable.

It was the view at the hideout that was truly wonderful though; looking over a rock face that grew green shrubs out of its cracks and went down into the salty bay of the ocean. It was a small cliff side that had juniper trees mixed with sea grass, magnolia trees and hydrangea bushes. A fragrant paradise of seclusion that would shelter you from the city sounds- the perfect quiet solitude.

Sometimes you’d bring your easel and paint the horizon, or the wildflowers that grew nearby. But the sunset was the most incredible part to witness even when you were alone and wishing for a certain scientist to be by your side. It was picture perfectly romantic, and would be a wonder to share with him. You only hoped he thought the same.

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Nearing the end of the day Viktor was glad Jayce convinced him to take it easy, tonight was your date night and he’d been thinking about it all day, to the point that it was distracting.

Viktor could tell you were worried about something, about him, and he chided himself for being so distant and quite frankly, immature for not explaining why. You were perfect.

He thought you incredibly gorgeous, intuitive, and talented. After his last relationship, if you could call it that, he was left with a bruised ego and some anxiety about being intimate with someone else. It sounded dumb even now inside his head. He’d never let fear stop him from anything, which is why he excelled so far in his career and life so why was he so afraid now?

Your relationship was progressing; both becoming comfortable with one another and increasingly touchy, which he thoroughly enjoyed, but the vulnerability frightened him.

The thought of opening himself up again was terrifying, and it wasn’t even your fault. Perhaps it was old feelings from the past tryst he had that left him a bit raw, the only romantic relationship he had topside was toxic and ended badly. The one that left wounds in his heart and mind that told him he wasn’t good enough.

But that wasn’t you- you were the most understanding lover he had ever had the privilege of being with, and yet here he was scurrying away from you to hide himself. Now, he was no virgin, but truth be told he was not very experienced. There were some limits on what his body could do, and he managed just fine...but it had been a long time since he had satisfied someone. He couldn’t keep hiding, and he wouldn’t. The bond you both had was undeniable- you made him elated in every way, he was crazy about you and would be devastated if he lost you now by making it seem like he did not desire you.

Viktor would find himself thinking about you all the time: when he dreamt, when he woke, during the day when he was stressed as you tended to ease his worries with your cheeky but positive attitude. Your ability to light his darkest thoughts and fill him with love was a gift he cherished. Sometimes when he was stuck on an equation or a stubborn upgrade of a prototype ready to give up he’d walk to your classroom, loiter a bit at your door and say hello during the class period switch. With a heart melting smile you’d always greet him, welcoming him into your warmth. You knew how to make him laugh, you were also observant and could tell when he just needed a hug. He could always count on you to cheer him up when it felt nothing else could, and he would do anything to make you happy.

Sometimes you’d visit the lab with a bit of lunch to share, learning to bring seconds for Jayce who could swallow food down like it was nothing. Each time you visited was different and he’d watch you become amazed by the mechanical chaos that the lab usually was filled with or he’d watch the tension leave you as you relaxed by the calming hum of stabilized Hex Gems. Once you asked a single question both scientists would eagerly bounce off each other with explanations and facts about the topic. Viktor felt very determined to teach you a few things about Hex Gems and their transformative nature- perhaps he could maneuver some sort of prismatic demonstration for another day. You kept up well enough with the terms but he knew Jayce and him could be a lot to handle at once. You always told him not to apologize for speaking passionately about their work and that eventually you’d understand everything being told to you. That was another reason why he was enamored with you, your profound patience with him. He appreciated it more than you realized considering he knew what you were ready for and wanted to share with him-but he kept avoiding it, and his cowardliness made him feel guilty.

You probably thought he wasn’t interested in going further but that wasn’t the case. If you only knew how often he found himself thinking of you at night when all was quiet in his lonely apartment; how stylish you looked that day, your vibrant way of storytelling your experiences, the playful banter you both shared as much as possible, the emotion you portrayed through your entire body, how minx-like you could be when you made sure to exaggerate your movements in public when you knew he was watching from afar.

Viktor would find himself staring at the ceiling while laying in bed trying to sleep before it got too late but the images of you were replaying in his mind. Scenarios that had happened and some that had not, that he couldn’t stop envisioning. Tormented by fantasies of being tangled in bed together until you both collapsed from your lovemaking, finding you in your classroom alone and bending you over your desk. Or sometimes it was ridiculously domestic situations like cooking your favorite meals, napping or reading together.

More recently on his mind was the last time you both found each other in the library. You both were so focused and oblivious to everything around you- that you didn’t realizing you were only a few rows of book shelves away. Making eye contact through an opening in the shelf made you both laugh loudly and be shushed by the librarian. After talking briefly about why you were there and asking about your day, something possessed you both to sneak to a less frequented section (accounting and records) with nothing but trouble in mind. Pushed against a built in wall of shelves you both locked lips in a daze, grinding your bodies together. Switching positions you had told him to stand with his back against the books and be a lookout. He remembers quizzically agreeing but it all made sense when you dropped to your knees and took his hard cock into your mouth. You shocked him, his hands flailed trying to grab onto something, one thing being your hair, the other a death grip on the lip of the wooden bookshelf.

You had only done this once before- in the lab alone when it was a particularly trying day for him, so you offered to help him relax. Thankfully (and it would be the only time he was thankful for this) he had cum quicker than expected- as Jayce was only a few minutes away from returning to work.

Viktor knew he was larger than most, but he never wanted to brag. So when you pulled him out for the first time- you were tongue tied, struck speechless by his size. He remembers how hot it was to see you intimidated by his cock, and yet how curious you were to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could.

This time an impish look sparkled in your eyes as you pumped him, sliding his foreskin down each stroke, your hands looking small in comparison to his girth. You decided to use both hands as you sucked him, quietly moaning around his thick cock and pumping him at the same time. He was lost in absolute pleasure with your skilled hands and utterly dangerous mouth around him. Struggling to keep quiet between the shelves as your tongue did wicked things to him. Viktor was breathing heavy instead while his heart pounded nearly exploding.

His eyes would squeeze shut when a wave of pleasure hit him but would quickly open to see if people were moving close to you. The fear of being found like this was ever prevalent but an exhilaration of being so stealthily naughty was rising quicker inside him. He lost all concentration when he glanced down to watch how passionately you swallowed him down. All the while your gaze bore into his like a temptress. No longer did he care for watching for anything else as he guided your head further onto him.

So it was foolish of him to deny you, he’s positive he has the same effects over you as you do for him. Catching you half lidded staring at his hands, watching you blush and get distracted when he’d roll up his sleeves or whisper in your ear was very common.

And the one time he had rubbed you in the cafeteria under the table, how you kept your cool for so long until he slipped a finger inside. He could see your nipples peak through the blouse you wore, and a scrunch starting on your brow as you became desperate not to cry out. Luckily for you a few students reunited as one had just returned from the Shurima desert at the table in front of yours. Everyone turned to watch as they loudly greeted each other in excitement and a few people rose from your table to join in in the chatter. Letting the breath you were holding out you took the opportunity to roll and cant your hips just right against his palm to climax shakily on his fingers. Before they came back Viktor had exited and licked your wetness off his fingers. One of the friends asked if he’d enjoyed the homemade pastry they had given him, he hyped up his response saying it was ‘absolutely delectable, and hoped he could taste more of it to come’. So he knew, he knew you wanted him and it was just his insecurities getting the best of him.

It was safe to say you both adored each other, it felt like a dream that you never wanted to wake from. Every moment spent together was filled with laughter, a sort of childish joy that spread inside you both, an electric mutual attraction so strong it was hard to be away for very long. Everything else seems to fade away, everything mattered- yet nothing mattered at all except the light inside your eyes.

Grabbing his crutch and ensuring the lab wouldn’t burn down in his absence, he left for the night with butterflies in his stomach. Walking out the university doors he would meet you at center fountain across campus, where you said you’d lead him to your "secret hideout". He laughed when you mentioned it, noting that there aren’t many places that weren’t already inhabited in Piltover especially so close to university grounds. But you smiled brightly and said “Then apparently it takes a Zaunite to find paradise in plain sight.” Crossing the road he saw you standing with back turned to him, a sort of metal laundry cart by your side that had seen better days filled with a multitude of supplies: blankets, a cold box, pillows and a small lantern hanging from a hook. “I did not realize we were going camping. How did you manage to fit all that inside of there? It’s Impressive.” He laughed. “I’ve got great spacial awareness, and also…I might’ve broken part of this by cramming it down. But it’ll still work!” You said in an uncertain tone, glancing at the bulging grate of metal on one side of the cart but you said this with enough bravado that you looked confident. Closing the space between you both, your hand slid up to his on the handle of his cane and drifted until it rested on his shoulder. Giving a light squeeze before lifting to hold his jaw, you tip toed to meet his kiss. Your lips locked tenderly to small chaste kisses, and when you pulled apart Viktor leaned down to place another on your forehead. “Hmmm I missed you so much. How has everything been for you since that last mishap with your project?” You asked as you swiveled the cart and motioned ahead to start your trek. “Better, definitely better than the last time you saw me. I..want to apologize for worrying you so badly.” He said meaningly, sparing glances at you. “Well, you look like you’ve had sleep since then..so apology accepted. Have you though?” You narrowed your eyes. “Ah..yes. After falling asleep for the third time while drinking coffee with Jayce he…had a few choice words to say about how I’ve been taking care of myself. You were right to be a bit mad, and Jayce personally wanted me to say- and I quote, ‘I’m sorry for being an overgrown baby that never acknowledges bedtime, and I promise I’ll start drinking a reasonable amount of water instead of black coffee.' Which I have!"

He flushed and flashed a cheeky grin to you as you burst out laughing. “Well then, I definitely accept your apology and also need to thank Jayce for his astute observation. Really though, it’s okay..you know I just want the best for your health.” “And I thank you for that, it’s..hard for me to realize when I need a break.” You winked at him, and squeezed his hand before pausing in your stride to take a look around. The start of the path was just beyond the last shop on a corner road, an old haberdashery that seldom got business since the new store fronts on main opened. “Okay, now we have to hop the fence in the back.” “What now??” “I’m just kidding, the fence is broken, all we need to do is shimmy a bit and we’ll get through.” You cackled a bit as you watched Viktor’s eyes bulge in shock at your words, but then he relaxed and just shook his head. “I promise it’s not as rugged as I made it sound, you’ll be fine.” “I would hope so..this already has me on edge, lásko.” His eyes shifted around as you both approached the side of the brick shop, which was covered in overgrown bushes. Pushing your way into one, you took your arm and shoved the scraggly branches out of the way so that an opening became available for him. “A few feet down there’s a broken fence and just on the other side it becomes an animal path down to the edge! I promise it’s worth it, Viktor.” He looked back at you and saw how endearing your eyes became, and how much excitement you always seemed to have just for him.

‘You’re worth it.’ He thought, and then carefully trudged through the brush down to the dilapidated wood fence.

He stood in front of the splintered boards and nudged one with his cane. It easily wobbled back and was pliable enough to slide through. “I see what you mean, this isn’t bad at all.” He prodded the board and the wood creaked and wavered.

Letting go of the cart, you stood just beside the fence and ripped it aside. Viktor shifted and began sliding through, his body sidewinding across it until he could steady himself behind the bent board with his cane. He held it slightly open for you to push the cart through, its width snagged on a broken piece and you ended up having to hip check it through. With the hardest obstacle behind you, you smiled wide and led the way down a fern path through more brush. The further down you travelled the cooler the air became and the sandier the soil felt. Saltiness permeated the breeze along with fragrant floral scents, and then you heard the sound of swells of waves crashing against the cliffs base. The brush faded into a grassy bluff surrounded by seaside Juniper trees, straw-like grass, beach plums, magnolia trees and bayberry bushes. In the taller trees enclosing this area you could hear the multitude of birds in their nests, below you heard bees humming along the blossoming flowers and the seagulls both far and near. Viktor was stunned at the beauty of it all, and how you had been completely right in saying that this was paradise. His mouth fell open and he stared at you in disbelief.

“See?? I told you. Come on, let’s set up.”

You wheeled the cart to the middle where the grass was a bit shorter, taking your foot and smooshing the taller ones down until it was a flat enough surface.

You yanked one of the blankets out of the cage and unfolded it, whipping it open and laying it out before you.

Setting up the ice chest at a side, you arranged all the throw pillows you managed to squeeze down at the bottom.

Viktor was rotating in place to look at the wilderness seemingly surrounding you both, to which he was baffled by because this place was essentially downtown.

“How can this be possible? I’ve never realized anything like this could exist even in Piltover. How did you find this?”

You had laid everything out and were on your knees arranging them to make a sort of den for you both to lounge in. “Funny story actually, I uh.. had to come back here. It was when I first came to the city, and was talking odd jobs for a little cash.”

He looked onto you bemused as he knew your stories bordered on outrageous.

“Anyway it was this rich man’s prized Airedale Terrier that was groomed immaculately that needed walking- since his butler broke his leg. (you rolled your eyes) He put out an ad at the town post and I responded. So I walk him everyday for a couple weeks and he’s completely spoiled rotten- barely trained."

In retrospect you scoffed at the thought of the rich man while you pulled the pillows closer and motioned Viktor down with your hands out to help. He took his cane and shoved it down into the ground like a pole, and used the handle to lower himself. Kicking a couple pillows to cushion his knee he descended. You held onto his forearm while he steadied himself holding onto your shoulder, giving a kiss in appreciation as he sat.

Fluffing them up around him he let out a big sigh relaxing into the surprising softness of the blanket. Crossing arms behind his neck he eagerly listened to you as the tension left his body and you started arranging the food that was packed away.

"One day I walk out into the sidewalk and he instantly runs after a squirrel and drags me along, which in turn makes me lurch into a passing old man and knock the briefcase of his papers out his hands. I yell an apology as I’m forced to run with this dog who is going completely crazy and won’t stop. We cross into the town square and he finally slows down to pee and wander around.” You pour cold brew tea into small metal camping cups, ice cubes clinking inside and toast Viktor, opening the lunch box full of sandwiches to him before taking a bite of one and continuing on. “We walk a bit near the shops all calm and collected- and I’m enjoying the nice day, the suns out and skies clear until a bicyclist swerves on to the sidewalk and crashes into the grocery citrus crates- frightens the dog so bad he jumps up on me and pulls my pants completely down!”

Viktors loud laugh made you grin wide, his jubilant expression made your heart warm.

Grabbing fresh fruit you leaned across a corner of the blanket to lounge, kicking off the sandals you wore.

"That’s not even the worst part, not only was it a busy street but it was also a day I decided to go without underwear and got pantsed in front of the entire neighborhood."

He covered his mouth genuinely shocked, it looked almost comical as his eyes bulged out, too surprised to say anything. Yet a brief moment passed and he barely could stifle his laughter through his fingers. Clearing his throat he composed himself,

"Forgive me for laughing but- wow. That’s completely mortifying" he said shaking his head and biting into his meal with an expression of dread. He moaned around the bit of food he chewed, lifting the wrap to nod at you in a satisfaction of its flavor.

"Oh it gets better! I struggled to lift my pants up and he jerks the leash and gets away from me. So I stumble through the crowd pulling them up and run after him- the dog makes me chase him a half a mile one way, then he books it around and disappears into the bush trail we came through."

You rake your hand through your hair in anxious retrospect, then decided to tie it up as it was a bit too humid.

"At this point I’m sweaty, fell down, bruised my knees, flashed at least 25 people, and now have to climb the fence which in my haste I didn’t realize was too weak, and it broke under my weight. As you saw when we came in.” you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment but continued. “I go through the brambles and hear him barking further down and then I see all of this.."

You motioned around and lounged deeper, inhaling in the fresh scented air. Opening your eyes you find him softly admiring your face, he reaches over to brush a knuckle to your cheek.

"This place is a haven, Viktor. It’s incredibly diverse for such a small area- I mean the flora itself is so varied.." you trailed off, ripping a few flower stalks from the ground and presenting them. He looked on at your eagerness, always appreciating how much you loved learning and sharing about how diverse the world was.

“These aren’t from here, yet grow wild in this clearing. I’ve seen these in botany field notes from Ionia. Then there’s the sapphire rose bushes hidden between the greenery, that’s why it smells so wonderful here!”

Viktor turned to see where you pointed along the perimeter, sure enough he looked closely and could make out delicate blue petals hidden behind emerald leaflets.

"They’re actually quite rare in these parts unless you find a florist down in the black lanes.” You added, savoring a bite of ripe strawberry.

“I’m assuming you’ve ventured down for some before? I try to stay clear of that market if I can, but it does tend to have peculiar and enticing imports." He smirked, thumb swabbing across your chin and then lounged back down.

"Of course, I mean how do you think I get all the paints I can’t make myself? It’s not cheap but it’s more affordable than buying it topside! I have a guy who specializes in importing raw materials..and theft. Also an incredible perfumer who makes tailored scents.”

"You do smell very intoxicating." Viktor said into his cup, his eyes peering over the rim and radiating desire.

"And I taste even better."

You blew a kiss to him and laughed. Fanning yourself briefly, you exhaled heavy and gazed around.

"I don’t think this clearing was a natural occurrence, I mean, just looking at how particular some of these plants are someone must have cultivated everything here…but left and let nature take it over."

"How sad..I wonder if it was one of the shop owners.." Viktor added, taking a berry from your hand.

Both of you paused in your conversation, a somber moment, taking in all the varied sounds around you and appreciating the sea air.

A breeze graced you both with a hot gust, you undid a few buttons off the top of your dress to cool the perspiration on your chest. The summer dress you wore was a thin linen, a baby doll style that exposed your shoulders. The color and cut complimented your deep skin tone that looked golden in the setting sun, the waist cinched a bit and made the swell of your wide hips a perfect curve. You caught Viktors gaze admiring your body and smiled. Staring back at him you saw he had unbuttoned a few on his shirt, a speckling of beauty marks trailed beneath accompanied by thin dark wiry hairs. A blush threatened to burn your entire face at the thought of pressing your face into him and seeing how far the trail went below. The sun was starting its descent and everything shone with its glory. The low buzz of the insects hummed in the grass around you, and the peepers began their chirping.

Viktors finger poked your toe, causing you to wiggle.

“Hey! I’m ticklish!" You writhed but didn’t leave his grasp.

“Oh I know, it’s just fun to see you squirm, you’re too adorable." He wiggled a toe again and you cackled out.

Submitting as you shrieked he grabbed your foot to tickle mercilessly. Even if you tried to move away his long arms found you again to start ticking all over. After minutes of maniacal laughter and shedding a few tears from your eyes he grasped your foot and massaged it softly, hands pressing and swirling down the arch and then up to your shin. It wasn’t meant to be sensual, but as you relaxed and his hand crept up your leg you caught yourself almost whining when it did not progress further. My goodness you were pent up.

You shifted some pillows, he immediately pulled you closer between his legs while basking in the warmth of the sun, splaying his hands on your skin. Viktor draped his arms around you, one hand rested on your stomach to gently smooth.

In a kiss, you both savored the softness of each others lips, keeping the pace slow and deliberate, until breaking for air. Viktor nuzzled his nose into yours and kept his face close, his fingers curling around the hair at the nape of your neck. You spoke against him, “I’m glad I get to share this with you, I’m..I’m really happy- more than happy to be here together. I’ve missed your touch, Viktor.” “As have I, and I’m sorry for not meeting you sooner. I’m..sorry for a lot of things, Muj sladky.” He said into your lips, drawing further away. “Don’t be, you have nothing to apologize for. We’re here now, together, and that in itself makes my heart sing.” You burrowed deeper against his body and hummed delightfully when his arm wrapped tighter to hold you close.

The sky had shifted into a gradient bloom of dark violet which faded into a deep magenta, vermillion, peach and pale yellow. Interspersed were gleaming white stars starting to make an appearance in between clouds. The moisture in the air hung low in the reeds, spread around your two bodies wrapped together just breathing in each others existence. His hands pawed deeper into your body, a hand slipping under and in between the button crease of your dress to lay across the warm skin of your stomach. The other arm of his dangles off your left shoulder, careful not to touch the soft swell of your breast inches away from its grasp, trying desperately to be respectful of the beauty of this moment. “Soon it’ll be dark enough to fully see the planets in orbit to us, usually they’re the brightest of the stars in the sky.” You whispered excitedly into Viktors chest, the cotton sticking to his body with the humidity as you were tucked underneath his chin. You breathed his scent in deeply and longed to kiss every star-like mark across the milky plains of his body.

“I haven’t mentioned it, but tonight there will be a meteor shower across the constellation Aquarius. It’s called the Southern Delta Aquariids and right now is a peak time for visibility.” You smiled wide, and sat up to rummage through the sack to bring out a medium sized telescope that somehow he managed to miss in all the objects inside the metal cart.

“Not to completely out myself as a weirdo but I’ve looked into your star sign, and found that your a Capricorn-Aquarius cusp. Very fitting in my opinion." You admitted, blushing intensely out of embarrassment but when he just squeezed you tighter, you felt calm again.

"I..ah..have no idea what that means, could you elaborate?" He said with a sheepish grin.

"Well, you’re a brilliant, steadfast and a hardworking man who take his work seriously. Your accomplishments are well earned by the amount of dedication and effort you put into almost anything you do."

He chuckled, shifting a little uncomfortably beneath you from the praise and fervor you spoke about him, always self conscious when others complimented him but you went further.

"On the other hand, you’re also a dreamer, an innovator that strives to create things that will help others. A risk taker with humanitarian heart. Methodical yet unorthodox sometimes, but unique and always honest in nature... Too much?”

You peered up and laughed at his expression, lacing a hand through his hair above you.

"Heh, sounds like you’ve thought quite a bit about this, love. But I ah, agree with some points you’ve made." He said, being modest.

He took a sip of ice tea, The residual condensation dropped onto your exposed chest making you shiver.

"Sorry haha…let me.." he slipped his hand into the top of your dress, pads of his fingers dragging across the swell of one breast to wipe away the cool water and fall back to his side- the water cold but his touch burned into you and you could feel your nipples harden. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“Now I wonder if I can guess yours, " he said playfully, tapping his mouth in thought.

“You’re empathetic…" he teased as you felt his hand at your side pinch the fabric of your dress top and pull it taught across the stiff peak of your nipple, opening your shirt further.

"…Sensitive.."

Audibly you gasped at the sensation and he hummed in the amusement of you proving his observation and slid his back down to your belly now pooling with heat.

Dropping his mouth to your ear he spoke.

"Now, you called me a dreamer but what would that make you? A visionary perhaps? An escapist who disappears into the fantastical works you paint. "

You couldn’t help the heavy sigh that left your mouth, your eyes closing at his deviously attractive voice low in your ear.

"Hopelessly romantic, and so emotive. You pull me in…magnetic almost."

His whispers tapered off as you lifted your head to nuzzle the underside of his jaw, lips trailing down his Adam’s apple which bobbed in a swallow as he grew more flustered. “B-but I don’t know enough about astrology to choose which would be yours, unfortunately. I hope that I did you justice, Miláček.” “Hmm you did, thank you. I’m actually a Pisces..which is on theme of some of the lore of the stars. Would you like me to tell you about astrology and astronomy? I can point out the constellations above as I go.” Smiling wide he tilted his head, “That would be lovely.” The small twinkling of stars were dispersed between the remaining tuffs of clouds, the sky sunk to a dark blanket of violet. You helped Viktor shed his socks and shoes and packed up the remainder of food so the bugs wouldn’t get into it. Turning the lantern on you both stretched out on the blanket, eyes up to the heavens as the wild around you was brimming with life. “We should be able to see the Milky Way tonight, it’s clear enough. It’ll span across here..” You pointed diagonally across this slice of sky. “And the meteors should be coming from this end, south. Right across us if I’m correct. Look! Here is the beginning of the constellation Aquarius, take a peek.” You passed the telescope to Viktor and he followed along the star lines trying to find where it started and ended.

"This whole section of sky has been deemed the "Celestial Sea" because the astronomers of old thought the constellations took on the forms of sea creatures. It’s buried in mythology as well.." your eyes were glued to the enigmatic night sky above, deciphering the star maps.

"Like what? I’m not very familiar with mythology. Could you tell me a story?" Viktor asked while his eye followed a trail of stars.

"Of course! Let’s see.. here’s the constellation Cetus, the sea monster. Legend says that Queen Cassiopeia angered the god of the ocean and his nymphs by claiming her daughter, Andromeda, was prettier than they were. The god made Andromedas parents sacrifice her or else Cetus the monster would lay waste to their kingdom."

Viktor paused in his search to ask for more information, eagerly listening.

“Did they? That’s barbaric. Also, the Gods are fickle if they’re that easily bothered by a human..” He said between his teeth.

"They tried, but fortunately a hero on a quest came across Andromeda chained to a boulder and released her. Cetus was angry and attacked Perseus the hero and they battled. But Perseus had divine insight from another God and used his last slain monsters head as the weapon to defeat Cetus. The head of a Gorgon, a wicked mythical woman who can turn her victims into stone with their eyes. Pretty neat, huh?"

“That seems very convenient for Perseus..” Viktor mumbled.

“Yes well, his adventure is equal parts unnecessarily difficult and too convenient. Thats mythology for you, haha.” You admitted.

Sharing laughter, you both passed the telescope back and forth to peer into space. Viktor was happy to be told the story of the river constellation Eridanus, looking at you in wonder like a child even though he would pick apart the mythology with his logistical mind. And as time past, he was the one who saw the first meteor, telling you and excitedly pointing that he’d found one. It felt nice to teach him something both scientific and filled with lore, flipping the dynamics that usually were in place between you. He was the perfect pupil for it, as in his heart he had a great affinity to understand magic and longed to be a part of it.

But the humidity was a killer this summer, and as Viktor hadn’t changed into a lighter linen shirt before leaving the lab he was uncomfortably hot below you. “Want me to get up? I must be adding more heat to you..” You lifted off his chest and moved away for him to situate himself. “Why don’t you take it off? It’s just us here anyway..” It was the truth, you wanted him comfortable but also selfishly you wanted to be wrapped around his bare torso. He nodded, eager to shed the sticky linen around him. Watching his nimble fingers twist down each button of his shirt, you found yourself seeing his chest brace for the first time in its entirety. It was well constructed, well worn, and hugged his rib cage tightly. He gave a crooked grin, finding you staring at him. “Everything okay?” He asked, nervously. “Yes, of course! It’s just that I’ve never seen your brace before- I’ve felt it many times but..it’s really cool!” You said, and blushed at how childish you sounded. “Thank you, I work hard to adjust it every month or so. I have to say, it is absolutely a nightmare to wear this in the summer.” He lamented. “Can I…touch you?” Was that too weird? Would he say no? Suddenly your inner thoughts were racing. “Certainly, I encourage you to.” He smiled at your curiosity, watching as your hand curled out and spread slowly across the straps and over the metal buckles. The leather felt warm from his body temperature, the grain smooth in most areas but a bit rough on others that would see more friction. Viktor blushed as you zoned out, hands washing all over him in intense interest. “It’s so intricate, and so well fitted to your form.” You whispered, focused on its details. “I took measurements and modified it to extend if needed, but it mostly contracts for more support.” You leaned in and reached over to the shoulder strap, following it to his shoulder blade. With your hand sliding horizontally to his neck, you could feel the smooth rivets along each of his vertebrae and trailing further down. You leaned over him to watch and followed your hand down the metal clasps gripping what you presumed were rivets at the thoracic and lumbar part of his spine, keeping it straight. “Sorry if this is off putting, I’m just amazed at the construction of this.” Kissing his shoulder you wrapped your hands around his rib cage and slid them to the back, palms pressing slightly into the wide plain of brown leather hugging him. “It’s not. Honestly..no one has ever asked to inspect it…or wanted to feel it before.” He said in a tone that had you sitting back to see his face, an expression of longing underneath his resolve. “Never? I can’t imagine that, I’ve..been very interested in seeing it completely ever since I first hugged you and felt it under your shirt.” “That would make you the first. In the past it was…difficult for partners to get used to. It was an issue..made them too uncomfortable, I presume..” “But not to me.” You said definitely. Heart aching from even thinking about someone brewing doubts into him about his body, and in the body language before you you could tell he still suffered from it. “You could never be off putting to me. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

You spoke directly from your heart. No other man has ever ensnared you quite like Viktor, and you found him to be the most interesting and irresistible man. He deserved the world, he deserved happiness and to be appreciated for the great man that he is. Brow furrowed, the golden hue of his irises became glossy as he looked at you in apprehension. “Don’t flatter me. There are plenty of other men out there that are..classically handsome.” You scoffed, unbelievable. “You think I’m lying?” You asked firmly, offended he would even think that and as he shrugged his shoulders you decided that you needed to put an end to this kind of thinking. “Viktor, no one is like you. No one is as intelligent, strong willed, as inexplicably handsome as you. Your entire body is a masterpiece to me, it’s complex- unique and engineered by your own elegant hands, your voice is alluring but it soothes me, and your soul..” Your vision grew watery as you filled with emotion, cutting yourself off with a teary smile across your face and body brimming with adoration of the man in front of you. All of these thoughts, these feelings have been inside you for such a long time brewing into something you always knew was there- but have never said. “..I love you. Every single piece of you. There shouldn’t be a doubt in your mind about how absolutely glorious you are, or how worthy you are as a man- especially not by superficial societal standards. Forget them. Because you are worthy,extraordinary. You have no idea how perfect you are to me, Vitya.” A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you confessed your love, desperate for him to see just how much he meant to you. With an exhale that shook his body his expression morphed into a look of devastating urgency, and fascination.

Viktor met your tear slicked lips with his, swallowing up the sob leaving your mouth morphing into a moan of complete need that he eagerly reciprocated. The kiss was a slow yearning; a circular flow of arousal pouring out and into each other- ebbing and flowing like the tides of the sea below. Viktors tongue languished across your lower lip, waiting for your invitation inside and when it came he pulled you up closer against his mouth. Your hands grabbed at him, a whine in your throat as you let him devour your mouth. This slow dance of tongues escalated as you felt a hand slip inside the fabric of the dress down your body, rubbing your stomach, sliding across to your hip and then stopping at the inner thigh to knead closer and closer to your heat. He grabbed you forward so that you straddled his legs, kneeling above his hips with a prod at the side of your thigh alerting you to his growing erection, trapped between both your bodies. You moved back a bit, fingers moving to the buttons of your dress to undo the remaining ones keeping it closed, you shed the thin cloth across the swell of your breasts onto the ground. You knelt before him, no underclothes and bared in your entirety to his hungry yet awestruck gaze. You held the same in your eyes at him.

Ivory colored skin opened to a plain of alabaster, his boney shoulders were wide and chest tapered to a narrow, petite waist. His long legs stretched on and on but were covered by his dress pants.

A scarlet blush filled his face and a furrow of anxiety graced his brow, so you placed a kiss directly on it and leaned down to capture his lips again. Breaking it you backed up one last time and placed your hands on the leg brace, eyes lifting up to ask for his permission. Viktor nodded and you gently worked open the straps enclosing his right leg, freeing it from its confines so that you could undress him completely. Your hand whispered across his affected leg tenderly, kissing his knee before ascending to the buckle at his stomach that strained as his tented trousers tried to breach out. Laying your forehead to his you undid the buckle, unbuttoned the clasp and unzipped him. You could could feel the heavy breaths of Viktor across your mouth and you tore your eyes from his bulge to peer into his clouded with lust. With each of your hands gripping either side of his pants you slightly pulled back and waited for Viktor to lift himself so that you could undress him in one sweep down. With strong drag down your face directly above watched as his reddened erection bounced against the neat spread of dark brown hair on his stomach. Viktor gasped as his arousal was freed, head swollen and begging to be touched.

Now you could witness him, all of his physique: down to every ripple of sinewy muscle, to every point of bone, to every last mark painting his skin that existed for you just to be kissed. And so you did. Starting from his long legs dusted with hair, to the soft skin of his creamy thighs that led deliciously to the “V” of his groin- ticklish it seemed as he spasmed below your mouth.

“You’re exceptional, Viktor..so remarkably bright..so skilled, so ravishing..”You placed open mouthed kisses to the delicate moles that appeared on his lower abs, up to his diaphragm below the brace- also ticklish, but as you got to his neck you took your time sucking your own marks across the irresistible stretch of skin, growing wetter each time he would roll his head back in pleasure trying to push against the warmth of your mouth that bit into it.

His line of slight could see down your shoulder, to your spine and the mounds of your ass that arched in the air. His hands went to your hips and you could feel his fingers knead, widening to grip the smooth thickness of your ass, a rough moan coming from his mouth as he did so. You never let up on giving him love bites, the sounds coming from him too arousing to stop, and as you nibbled behind his ear his hips twitched up into you.

You smiled against him, enjoying the power of caressing him with your mouth until the tips of his long fingers dipped into your flesh and spread your ass and your wetness became very apparent.

They slid along the inner most swell of you, tracing the slick line of your labia up..then down..then back up until a fingertip swirled across your swollen clit. You huffed out against his neck as he teased you, he raked and dragged his fingertips against your body. You sat back on your haunches to look at him and moaned on sight, his eyes dark as they stared at you with intensity, yearning for your touch. You closed in and licked a stripe over his mouth which sent him into overdrive and crushed his mouth into yours. Sliding into each other with bodies damp by the humidity clinging in the air, a sheen was visible by the warm dim flickering of the lantern off to the side.

Breaking the kiss you trailed your tongue down his chin, to his Adams apple, to the moles on his chest and over the leather of the brace, (Which he found extremely erotic) slithering your body back down his stomach for your tongue to connect each dot as if you were mapping the delicate constellation of his body with yours. Delirious with your compliments, delighted at the sensual attention you were dedicating to his body he surrendered to your exploration of him. Until you could dip your tongue across his navel causing him to flex, which bobbed his cock forward and back directly into the plushness of your mouth awaiting it. Sucking the salty head inside you caused Viktor to nearly cum as he arched into your mouth with a howl, gripping the blanket below tight. You stilled, giving him time to adjust to the warmth of your tongue along the underside of him but relishing the silky feel of him wrapped around your lips and trembling. His cock was thick, a hefty weight in your hand of what could not fit in your mouth, uncut in all its glory. He was salty on your tongue, a taste you rather enjoyed as often as you could, and of all the men you’ve tasted he was the most delectable. It was no secret that you loved to suck his cock, but what he didn’t know was that you tended to go a little cock drunk every time you did. And in the past months you’ve been dating, each time you’d always hope he’d take you right then and there. Pumping his shaft slowly you worked his head with your skillful tongue messily, noisily, just as noisy as he was with his panting and praise above you. His large hand entangled in your locks as an anchor to keep him tethered here in this moment, his mind too blissed out as you cupped and tugged his heavy balls with your palm. You hummed around him as he slid his fingers through your hair to rub at your scalp, murmuring his stream of conscious out into the night with nothing but the wildlife to hear. “Neskutečný..y-your mouth…so good, Muj sladky…so-” He’d had no time to finish as you swallowed him down, his glans slipping down your throat as you stilled and kept him there. With a heavy, gritty groan he bent over and tugged you off him quickly, the tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes. He was gasping for breath as he cupped your face, thumbs swiping the small droplets of tears away. Part of you wanted to continue with your teasing, desperate for him to be inside you in some way. “Hah..if you..if you keep that up I will not last.” He panted close to your face, but as he turned to smile at you, you showed him your tongue that had captured a slick mixture of precum and saliva, it’s amount dripped down your chin as you gave your best fuck me eyes. Words failed him, but his expression was of sincere lust as you captured your mouth to his, scrambling to straddle him as you both devoured each other, his groan reverberating through you as he tasted himself inside you. Viktor was only now discovering how dirty you could be, and how sexy he found it. His dick prodded your entrance below, large and hard against you taught folds, so you arched more to lower yourself onto him. The head stretched you bit by bit, spreading you wide and forcing a loud gasp from you. Viktor grabbed your hips to stop you, moving you off him. “Not yet, please..let me..let me taste you.” He gulped out, his eyes apologizing as he stared at your slightly disappointed expression- he knew you were begging to be fucked. “Please…let me..” He brought three of his fingers up into his mouth and suckled them till wet, then slid them across your throbbing pussy to rub tight circles into you.

Your body arched into his hand, an electrifying touch against your aching heat that had you whelping loudly as his dextrous fingers danced against your folds. Too good, if felt too good as you ground down into him, eyes shut in agonizing pleasure that was all together enough yet not enough. Fingernails raked across his arm, leaving crescent imprints as you gripped him tight mewing like a cat in heat.

"The way you move for me..your body…it’s as if you were made for me…" he spoke seductively, massaging you slow.

"O-only…only for you, Viktor. I just want to be yours.." you begged, hips lavishly circulating over his fingers in earnest. He began to lean back to lay across the ground, hand still working you until it wasn’t and you whined out his name in need. "Pojď sem, kotě. Sit on my face..let me taste you.” He beckoned you down. You all but jumped him at those words sexily rolling out of his mouth, accent heavy in lust just for you. Carefully walking on your knees up to his awaiting mouth you positioned yourself, and waited suddenly worried that you might hurt him with your weight. But he met your eyes, wrapping his arms around your thighs and nodded that he was ready and very able, so who were you to deny him? At the moment his silken tongue ran down your lips you knew you wouldn’t last long like this. Your hands immediately threaded into his wavy hair below, careful not to tug too hard at first but as he flattened himself across your entrance and slipped between the folds you spasmed into his mouth with a death grip in his tresses. As your yelp echoed in the clearing, his moan was muffled between your thick thighs enthusiastically lapping and sucking as much as he could while you slid yourself across his devilish tongue. He gripped you close, not letting you stray away from the skillful torment of his tongue fucking you. Viktor had been wanting to do this to you for a while, yet he never got the chance to, too scared to ask.

That shyness was gone immediately, and you had better be ready for him to ask to put his mouth on you frequently, as he lost himself in your taste and loved how it wrung the most tantalizing sounds out of you while your juices soaked his face.

It had you incoherently blabbering whines; praise of how much you loved him, how much you loved his mouth on you (as you’ve never done this before), all the while your own hand slid all over your own body in a frenzy to tug your hard nipples, caress your neck-your belly and grip yourself in the throws of passion. The building pressure inside you was excruciating, swelling over and subsiding until you were sure you’d burst, until you prayed you would burst on top of him because the heavenly torture against you would surely kill you. Rolling your hips faster you chased your climax, feral for it- for more. “Please, I need you, Viktor..” You sobbed openly, thighs shaking around him as you slid off his mouth. He dragged himself up, adjusting the pillows underneath him while the other arm wiped the slick off his face. He spread his legs a bit for you to climb him, wavering above gasping in need for him. He laced his arm around you, other arm made to slide fingers inside you to stretch you out- but you stopped him. “Y-you’re sure? You aren’t ready-“ “Take me Viktor, make me yours.” You pleaded, arms gripped tightly around his neck. He guided you to the swollen head of his cock, and in one tug down he sheathed himself entirely into your tight warmth, stretching you around him in a delicious burn and ache until you were seated unable to move or speak anything but a wholly animalistic moan that he harmonized simultaneously. Unmoving, you both melded into one, entirely full of the ecstasy of finally being joined, a sensation of completeness that overflowed with a kind of love you both had never felt until now. Breathily shuddering his name against his lips you lifted yourself slowly up, his hands guiding your hips all the way up his length to just pull you slowly back down. The girth of him was entirely too much at once, yet filled you- stretched you so good that the pain just added to your pleasure, building slowly with every slide down his veiny cock. His arms pushed his torso up to meet yours, your full breasts pressed against his chest raking up and down with each thrust that left you both grabbing each other for more.

"..Tak těsné, a-ano.” he gritted out, eyes fluttering closed at the pressure surrounding him.

He picked up the pace ever so slightly, brow tugged together as you tightened around him and lacing your fingers through his hair as your lips met in an agonizingly slow kiss, sweat a thin sheen across both your skin only adding to the sensation of the sinful swaying of your hips. “Feels like..feels like heaven inside you..” He gasped out, hands tightening around the swell of your hips. Your heat fluttered at the words he spoke, to which felt and he harshly let out a breath of air and positioned you to bounce faster on him. With a wanton moan you arched in his lap to impale yourself at a quicker pace, spurring both of you to hone in on the shared pool of pleasure transcribing between your bodies. Each gasp mirrored back as you lost yourselves, forgot yourselves and could only feel.

It was evident Viktors back was tweaking, so you softly told him to lay back, your palms against the brace of his chest as you rode him hard and deep. Your pussy wrapped around him, wound up tight in your climbing arousal, aching wonderfully around his cock that every time you met the base you could feel how wet you were as it was dripping onto him. Your clit pressed against the flush of hair surrounding his groin, adding to your torment with every bounce down, you couldn’t help but tighten considerably and cry out as it felt so awfully good. Body trembling as you pushed yourself to take all of him. “I…I love you…I love you…I love you..” He chanted like a mantra below you, hiking his good leg up to angle and hold himself up as he started to piston in and out of you with a heady groan. Sobbing as he pushed deeper inside you, you held onto him and braced your own legs to take it harder, head swimming with the amount of sensations you felt.

Viktor was in complete awe: you were bouncing above him taking his cock like an angel, with only a trickle of lantern light cascading over your shadowed body. Your mocha skin glistened with sweat, full breasts swaying up and down with your head back, your textured coily hair had come loose and was now insanely curled from humidity and fell around your face and neck in tendrils. The expression gracing your beautiful face had him twitching inside you. The ridge of his cock was massaging you constantly, spiking you higher and higher until you felt it, your were about to cum and hard. “I’m so close, Viktor..oh my god..you’re so deep…so deep..” You cried out, hand slipping down to your clit to furiously rub.

He encouraged you to take your pleasure, whispering affirmations as he watched you build yourself higher.

The wave had swelled, swallowing you up completely as it crashed into you with so much exquisite force that you screamed up into the air as Viktor thrusted wildly inside you from below. Your eyes squeezed tight in your climax as your body tensed, you spasmed as he hit your g-spot over and over. With an endless amount of moans, you looked into the sky in utter pleasure, vision blurry then focused enough to see a few meteors overhead in a sea of stars as you milked your orgasm. You don’t know when you had started crying, but tears flowed down your face as you felt nirvana, you could only laugh and moan and continue to ride Viktor hard who was fast approaching his own release. He tapped your hip, gasping for air as his finger did a sign to turn or switch positions. You slid off him slightly in pain and he gently laid you down where he was, piling pillows under your hips and under his leg. Breathless he kissed you as he entered once again, a gritty and whining moan emitting from his throat as he was close. You cupped his face in your hands, and sensually kissed him back as he slid fluidly inside you. His body was flushed with yours, weight leaned heavily against you as his hips almost never left yours yet he fucked you into the pillows passionately with a wet rhythm, so deep inside you that you saw the stars above and below with your eyes closed. It seemed he knew just where to thrust, too precise for your body to handle after your orgasm but you felt yourself tightening with another onset of an insane pressure. You were going to cum again.

With a sob you broke the kiss to search into his eyes that were filled with complete compassion and watery with what could be tears or sweat. “Vitya, please…” an aimless prayer made to him, too far gone into another vicious vortex of delight- too soon into another. You couldn’t even understand yourself. Your body rigidly arched below him in a second climax that had you heaving out sobs as you clung to him afraid you’d lose yourself. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, or why- because he was going to give you everything and anything you wanted forever. He felt you tightening again and whimpered, it drove him wild. He lifted one leg higher and leaned into you, hips snapping with speed and force he never knew he had. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close.

Everything had hit him all at once when his breath hitched. You were everything he wanted, everything he needed, and were his now..and wanted to be his. Like a tidal wave, a floodgate opening, an endless disorienting pool of euphoria that was the feeling of being inside you- he came in hot ropes over and over until you were full of his seed. Claimed as his tonight, and hopefully forever. There was no doubt anymore, everything made perfect sense inside you. He could no longer hold himself up, the last bout taking everything out of him. Collapsing to your side he tried to get his breathing steady, with his cock still inside you but softening as you held each other for dear life trying to bring yourselves down from the high you’d been blind sighted by. The air was still hot, drying your bodies rapidly as you laid in post orgasmic bliss, soft smile against his chest and his against your head. Up above the sky twinkled, streaks of blazing trails appeared and disappeared within the hour as both your eyes grew heavy. Deciding to pack up before you fell asleep, you both helped one another through the dark with a dim lantern and flashlight back into town and to your quiet dorm room. Viktor put away the leftovers as you made his side of the bed, gathered water and sleepwear for both of you. Giving him most of your pillows and making sure he was supported and comfortable you snuggled up, happily in love. ——

It must’ve been early still, because the sky was still twilight the sun only started to sneak around the corner. With your brain fuzzy you felt around in the bed to grab his body but found nothing but emptiness. Lifting your head up from the mess of blankets you saw the bathroom light on and faintly heard the water running. It was Saturday, you had off but science never sleeps and you supposed Viktor was headed back to the lab.

Getting up groggily, hair a birds nest you stumbled over to the kitchenette to start some espresso for both of you. Even if you weren’t ready to start your day, you wanted to see him one last time before he had to start his. You chugged a glass of water to wake you up, hoping to ease the dryness of your hoarse throat. Looking over from the bedroom door was a freshly washed Viktor leaning against the doorframe, fingers working around his tie as he stared lovingly at you.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He said chuckling at your dazed and frazzled appearance.

You tiredly smiled and walked over, to place a kiss on his nose.

"Dobré ráno." You cheekily said, noting how his eyebrows lifted in amusement.

"Hmm, you have to speak my mother tongue more often.." he whispered against your lips with a smirk.

"You’ll have to teach me, be my linguist.. teach me the ways of your tongue.." you countered back trying to be sexy but still groggy from sleep. He leaned down and kissed you, then fixed his tie properly.

"You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Your eyebrows raised in question, nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Of course not, my love. But I really didn’t want to wake you, not when you looked so peaceful drooling over the pillow that was my chest." He jested, cupping and pinching your cheek. You stick your tongue out but blushed heavily. He smelled the air, the aromatic silkiness wafting in the air lead him over to the table where there was two small cups of steaming espresso, you pulled out a chair and ushered him in.

"Mmm thank you, I’m going to need this for the test run Jayce and I need to present Heimerdinger. Wish us luck, eh?”

You both sipped and savored the smooth drink while holding hands. A giddy feeling inside both of you as you thought about last nights events, falling deeper in love each moment.

"Will you come back tonight?" You hoped he would, because now that you both finally made love you couldn’t keep your hands off him.

"If you haven’t tired of me yet, then yes of course. I would like that very much." He said over his cup, eyes smiling.

The sun was rising, the sky now a light blue and the birds singing sweetly in the surrounding trees. As you finished your coffees you took the cups and sauntered over to the sink to place them away, the oversized t-shirt on your body lifted with each step causing the bottom of your ass to peek out. Viktor was standing to start getting ready to leave, but paused to watch you walk away. Humming to himself in delight as he greedily watched how your body swayed each step and how incredibly smooth your ass looked.

He grabbed his crutch and walked over to the door, waiting for you to see him out. Enveloping you in his arms he placed small kisses all over your face, until getting to your mouth and deeply kissing. Neither of you wanted to stop, evident by how each time one of you tried to the kissing would begin again- eventually you broke apart.

"I’ll see you later, Viktor. Good luck..I love you..” You smiled sweetly, smoothing a hand at the side of his face and then turning to give him space to walk out. His arm reached out to grab your hand and pulled you back around. You spun quickly into him and met his gaze,

"Say that again." He whispered, and you leaned up to his face.

"I love you." You said passionately, smirking at his obvious desire. Viktor closed the door tight that he had previously opened, and advanced on you, pushing you against the wall and entwining himself with your body. In a flurry of sleepy movements across the wall, you both ended up back in the living room on the couch. He leaned you over the sofa, you spread your legs and swayed your barely covered ass behind you tauntingly. His fingers picked up the fabric covering you, slowly pulling it up to pool around your lower back to admire. You peered behind you seductively, awaiting him.

"Are you..too sore? Can I fuck you again?" He asked shyly, but his eyes were desperate.

"Please." You gruffly said across your shoulder, walking be damned- you didn’t care if you were bedridden from his lovemaking just as long as you got to feel him inside you one last time.

Viktor quickly undid his belt and hobbled over to place his foot on the cushion beside you, semi standing and slightly hunched over. After grabbing your hips to line you up, his other hand reached up to brace himself on the couch back and he pushed in with a baritone sigh.

——

Both scientists meandered around deep in thought, sporadically mumbling equations and scribbling on the chalk board with their calculations and discussing away. This testing round was proving difficult and there was little time before their meeting in the afternoon.

Jayce broke off to get his notebook that had notes that would be useful and he went through page by page to find the exact ones until he heard the scratching.

Viktor stood in front of the massive equations on the board completely concentrated, but his unoccupied hand viciously scratched around his neck and shoulders. It looked like it hurt, but he was oblivious…it was unnerving to watch and hear.

"What’s wrong?" Jayce asked, huffing out and walking over.

"Well I’m trying to figure that out, Jayce. If we changed the variable…" Viktor began but was cut off by Jayce walking up and peering at his collar.

"No I meant why are you tearing into your skin like this, you got a rash or something?"

Viktor looked down to undo and unbutton his tie and collar, and the area he was scratching had a series of purple and redhickeys left by your feverish mouth from last night, that spanned across his neck, collarbone and chest along with several mosquito bites that were definitely irritated. His eyes went wide as the cold realization of what exactly he had just showed Jayce.

"Oh shit..what the-" Jayce began to ask but too quickly Viktor replied.

"I went for a hike last night, very buggy area.. must’ve gotten bit. Eh, it’s nothing."

He quickly closed his shirt and buttoned it with speed, nervously grinning and walking away from Jayce before he could read his face. Too late, Jayce wasn’t being fooled.

"A hike." Jayce deadpanned, obviously not convinced as he stared at Viktors crutch and his slightly worse posture that he usually got after a very hard day and he had exerted himself.

"Yes, last night. It was a nice night…refreshing." Viktor said in thought.

"Yeah, okay stud. Quit scratching so hard, it’s not gonna help and it’s distracting."

He added as he shook his head and began searching again for the passage, suddenly very itchy himself.. With his back to Jayce Viktor grinned, despite possibly having poison ivy and tons of bug bites it had been a very great night. The best night, especially falling asleep and waking up in your arms. He wondered what it was that he did that made him so lucky to have found you, to be loved so completely by you. Whatever it was, he felt honored to finally be yours, and you his. ___________________ Rough translations…sorry!: “Lasko”- Love

“Miláček”- Sweetheart

“Pojď sem, kotě” - Come here, kitten

“Tak těsné, ano..- So tight, yes…

“Dobré ráno”- Good morning

___________________ If anyone wishes to know my thoughts on Viktors Natal chart..let me know! I’m a novice at astrology but I find it fascinating. Also please, please, please comment- even if it’s a keyboard smash or nonsense, I just really need feedback and a lil praise otherwise it feels like I write this for no one ;__;

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