#everything about these are precious to me

[toastedpotatoes]

"What's all this about?" asked someone behind him during a lull in his routine. Their voice carried the distinct lilt of the Folk (good) and an air of extreme exasperation (slightly less good).

Jal turned to face them, cooking implements still in his hands. "Finally—I mean, it would sure suck if—"

"I heard you the first time," said the newcomer, voice tired and dry as dead bark. "And we do understand sarcasm."

"Oh," he said. There went his plans. "Um. Take me anyway? Please?"

They stood facing him a long while, their expression reading visibly as why do I have to deal with this? even in the moonlight.

He must've got stuck with a dud or something. Weren't the Folk supposed to be... magic? Ethereal? Something greater than what amounted to little more than a sharp-eared person with lichen in their hair?

They sighed. "First of all, if you wanted us to take you, why did you bring iron?"

"Oh," Jal said for the second time. He looked down at the pots and pans. "I wanted to get your attention."

"Well, it worked. It also made an incredible racket. Put them away now."

He hesitated—he wasn't exactly eager to lay down his best defense against things like them—but this was his best chance at getting out of his life. He set them down outside the mushroom ring.

"Second," they continued, "why did you decide that the best time to do this was the middle of the night?"

This he had an answer for. "Well, you lot always dance in circles under the full moon, don't you? Figured now would be a good time."

They sighed again, muttered something about sky folk messing everything up, and said, "Not always."

Jal was getting impatient. The night was too chilly, he honestly should have been in the fey realms by now, and instead here he was getting interrogated by some house brownie. "So can you take me or not?"

"I can," they replied. "Doesn't mean I will. Why're you so eager to get abducted anyway?"

"Why's it matter?"

"It matters because I'm the one deciding if you get to go or not. And I'm being rightfully suspicious of the weirdly-excited-to-get-kidnapped human here."

He looked around for anything else he could do besides spill his life story to one of the Folk. There were still the pots and pans—if he could grab one quick enough—but they noticed him looking and their eyes flashed green in the moonlit dark and suddenly all the knots in the surrounding trees were blinking, watching, watching—

"I want a new life!" he cried, not missing how the trees snapped back to normal as soon as he spoke. "I want a fresh start! There's nothing left for me over there anyways. My home's evicted me, my friends've all left, and I can't face anyone there anymore, and—"

"You do realize that none of this necessitates banging bowls together in a mushroom circle, right?"

"They're not bowls, they're—never mind. Just—I can't stay here anymore."

They thought a moment. "Go back to bed."

"No!" He didn't even have a bed anymore. He didn't have anything left to lose. This was his only chance.

"Give me your name, and I'll take you."

Okay, maybe he had one thing left to lose.

"I'm not that dumb," he said, ignoring the highly doubtful look he received. He rifled through his pockets for—

"Thirty dollars?" he offered.

Their eyes narrowed at the bills he held out. "I don't need your money, and it wouldn't be enough anyhow."

"Thirty dollars and I don't leave all this iron in your precious forest."

They deliberated on this, periodically glaring at the lovely assortment of metal noisemakers he'd brought with him. "Fine. Deal. Pack up your clanking mess."

"Yes!" He gathered up his things and took their proffered hand, giddy enough that it was about five seconds before he realized they were leading him away from the mushroom ring, not into it.

"Wait," he said. "You said you'd take me."

"Never said where," they replied, calmly, and for a moment it felt like the trees had eyes again.

"Wait—but—where are we—"

"Relax," they said. "Just the nearest inn. You really need to go to bed." They picked a twig out of their hair. "And so do I, to be honest."

"OH BOY, IT WOULD SURE SUCK IF THE FAE TOOK ME!" cried the man banging pots and pans together in the middle of a mushroom circle.

[tojisteddy]

Sweet Ride | smut, 18+ MDNI, 1.2k words, softdom!Toji x sweetheart!reader

You’d been 3 months into your relationship when Toji Fushiguro finally realized that you, for some odd reason, loved letting idiots fuck you.

It must’ve been where that very minuscule masochism kink came from. Had to be.

He’d noticed the way you’d get shocked when he went to pay for— well- everything. Didn’t matter if he lost a shit ton from gambling and losing that day, didn’t matter if you went over your own set budget, didn’t matter that you didn’t ask because you didn’t want to look money hungry or if you quickly pulled out your card and paid. He’s sending $300 to you to make up for it. The man. Was going. To pay.

Toji also noticed the way you’d shy away when you realized he was actually listening to the words that came out of your mouth. Informing you that he hated that coworker of Sherl just a little bit more than you did. Plainly telling you ‘no’, he didn’t just want to see just your hair bone straight- he wanted to see your curly hair that framed your face (when you wanted to of course) and that he thought you would look good with any hair color not just the jet black. Or when you only went to make food that he liked,

“But this is what my ex-“

“—Mama, what do you really wanna eat? Tell me or we’ll both starve tonight.”

Truthfully, it irritated the fuck out of the man.

He didn’t get it, how someone so precious got treated like shit on multiple occasions. He kept reminding himself that you weren’t the problem, those fucking dick wads were.

But the irritation jumped back out when you rode him. He knew after that first time (just a week ago) that those fucking idiots didn’t know what the fuck to do with you. He’d cock his eyebrow up at you because he simply couldn’t hide the vexation of it all.

“You don’t like it Toj?” Your voice was hoarse, curls falling over your face, a pout forming.

It was clear the way you moved your hips back and forth, held yourself and didn’t use him for leverage, you rode your ex’s to get them off and nothing more.

More sins against God.

There had to be a scripture about it somewhere, “Never let thou spouse ride-ith you in cowgirl without her cumming.” Or something— the man didn’t know. He knew for a fact, only a bitch would never let a woman cum while she’s riding him.

“Toji? ‘M sorry, it must not be good.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to relax, not be too touchy. ��� ‘S just harder cause you’re so… so big. ‘Nd I- fuck- mmm- don’t think I’ve ever had time to relax like this. I must be takin too long.”

Shit, you frowned, big brown puppy eyes looking down at the green eyed monster and his heart ached. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, his poor pretty baby. Sweet doll, don’t you worry your little head. Your Toji would fix this little problem tonight.

And when you two were done, he’d beat the fucking breaks out of each and every single one your exes.

It would cleanse the soul.

“ ‘S okay baby, yer doin good. Need you to relax f’me. Want you to take a little bit more though, hm? You can take it, right? You’re a good girl.”

You bit your lip, nodding in agreement.

Such a good girl. Toji’s sweet ‘nd good girl.

Tojis hands pulled you closer. “How do I get ya to relax then? Can you tell me?” You felt your cheeks heat up, shaking your head and attempting to hide yourself in his neck. But Toji kept you still, playfully bumping your foreheads together with a chuckle.

“Let’s find out then,” His hands wandered, up and down your sides, then one staying at the small of your back, the other making its way to your pretty tit in his hand. Slowly massaging it in his palm. “Maybe you like it here?”

You whimpered in his mouth and Tojis scar moved upward in amusement, green eyes low. He left a trail of kiss from your cute cheeks, down to your jaw. “Or here?” Down to your neck, taking a few nibblies here and there. “Or here?”

You let out a soft moan, finally nodding your head.

“Words, mama.” He was stern but you felt the grin against your neck.

“T-there feels— feels so nice Toj.” The man hummed at your words, being sure to praise you with an array of kisses and hickeys for the world to see tomorrow on your neck.

“I-I can move now?” You asked. You felt so full with what he was giving you, but you felt so good with every little kiss the aching tip and veins of his member gave to your walls.

“Course doll.” He enterwinted your fingers, “Gotta take it nice ‘nd slow baby, don’t gotta go fast.”

You gulped, gradually lifting yourself up and down and rocking your hips back and forth, then repeating the motion. Your hands left his large ones, starting to use his shoulders as leverage, “There you go ma, there you fuckin go.”

He hissed, you were a god damn waterfall down there. Toji didn’t even know how the fuck you were still managing to keep him insider everytime you’d move up so just the tip was in, and slamming back down. When you tried to go faster a large calloused hand came down to your ass.

“B-but Tojiii,” you whined, slowly swiveling your hips one time to get a curse out of him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

“ ‘Nd I ‘ppreciate Doll, I do. You feel so fuckin good too ma, but it’s not about me tonight, ‘s about you. Need you to really feel it deep in your pretty pussy.” He gave you a few thrusts, matching your rhythm creating the most beautiful smack smack smack your bedroom has ever heard.

“Take what you need babygirl.”

Toji had a way with words, he’d gotten a pornographic moan from it alone. Your nails dug into his shoulders, the meat of your thighs jiggling every time you came down. Slick drenching Toji’s cock, your thighs were burning but you kept moving. Chasing your high with every bounce on his fat fuck.

“Goooood girl, now you got it doll.”

“I can— I can take more Toji.” You stammered out.

“I’d loooove that sweetheart— shit ma- but not tonight. Ngh— This is just enough.”

“But—“

“-Aht,” he grumbled, helping you move your hips as you got just a tad too slow for his liking, “don’t bite more than you can chew. Come on, you can make yourself and your boyfriend cum, can’t you?”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were grinding and slamming yourself down what you could take as hard as ever getting a loud from Toji. You were such a good and fast leaner, the man would have to keep you. Train you to do other things, soon enough you’d be able to take all of him. You were fucking pulsing like a over worked heartbeat around him as a wave of emotions smacked you over the head, a string of fuck fuck fuck and Toji Toji Toji leaving your mouth.

The man growled, giving your ass a few harsh smacks as he rapidly thrust into you. You never knew when you were cumming so you never vocalized it.

You’d work on that too.

Quickly pulling out, spurts of his cum hit your stomach. You both were panting messes, Toji’s pink lips meeting your temple, then your soft full lips.

“Good fuckin job, mama.”

a/n: ride the dragon by fka twigs

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[prettyangellllll]

You are rafes spoiled princess

Pairing: rafe cameron x spoiled!reader

Warnings: fluff

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The sunlight streamed through the thick curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. You stretched lazily beneath the warmth of the blankets, the world outside feeling distant and unnecessary. Rafe was still asleep next to you, his arm draped protectively over your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear the thought of you being too far from him, even for a moment.

You smiled, your heart fluttering at the feeling of being so cherished, so loved. It wasn’t just about the little things Rafe did for you; it was the way he made you feel every single day. You were his princess, and he treated you like royalty.

Rafe’s morning routine was a ritual that made your heart swell. Even on lazy days like this, when neither of you had any plans, he found ways to spoil you. A soft kiss on your forehead, his fingers tracing patterns across your skin as if to remind you that he was always there. His touches were gentle, slow, and filled with affection. Every gesture, no matter how small, had a purpose—to remind you that you were loved.

“Morning, princess,” Rafe murmured, his voice thick with sleep, but there was no mistaking the warmth in it. He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled down at you, his hair a mess from sleep, his eyes still heavy but full of tenderness.

“Morning,” you whispered back, rolling into his chest, your hands tracing the outline of his jaw. “You spoil me too much.”

His chuckle was deep and low. “Is there such a thing as too much when it comes to you?” His hands cupped your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

“No,” you admitted with a grin. “But you know, it’s not just the gifts and things. It’s the way you look at me, like I’m the only thing that matters.”

Rafe’s gaze softened, and his hand slid down to your waist, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your pajama shirt. “You are the only thing that matters to me, baby. You’re my world. I’d give you everything if it made you happy.”

It wasn’t just the material things. Rafe made sure you had everything you wanted—designer bags, jewelry, spontaneous trips to places you only dreamed of. But it was the little things that showed you his love the most: the way he remembered the smallest details, the way he made you feel safe and cherished.

Later that morning, after the two of you had lingered in bed, he surprised you with breakfast in bed—scrambled eggs, pancakes with syrup dripping down the sides, and fresh strawberries, your favorite. “Eat, princess. You’re too pretty to skip meals.”

“Stop spoiling me,” you laughed, reaching for the fork as he handed you the plate. But even as you said it, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the affection he showered on you. His attention, his care—it was everything you never knew you needed.

“I’m never gonna stop,” he replied, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. His lips lingered there for a moment, as if trying to imprint his love into every part of you. “You deserve everything and more. Whatever you want, baby, you’ve got it.”

You looked up at him, your heart full. He wasn’t just spoiling you with things—he was giving you something far more precious: his heart. And that was all you ever needed.

[hjvi]

|| blurb of chris seeing you bare for the first time

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows along the walls. There was something different about the air between you and Chris tonight—thicker, charged, filled with an unspoken anticipation. It wasn’t the first time you had been this close, but it was the first time things had slowed down enough for reality to settle in.

Chris sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers absently tracing patterns against the sheets. He looked at you with that familiar gaze, the one that always made your heart stutter—a mixture of admiration, affection, and something deeper. Something that made your skin tingle.

You nodded, but the nervous energy bubbling in your stomach made you hesitate. “Yeah… I just—”

Chris’s hand found yours, fingers lacing together, grounding you. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he reminded you, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles.

“I know,” you whispered, and you did know. Chris would never rush you. He was the kind of person who would wait a lifetime if it meant you were comfortable. But something about this moment felt right.

You took a shaky breath, reaching for the hem of your shirt, and Chris’s eyes followed your movements, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. His grip on your hand loosened, letting you take control of the pace. You could feel your pulse hammering in your ears as you slowly lifted the fabric, revealing more and more of yourself to him.

His lips parted slightly, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His gaze, wide and awe-struck, said everything. He watched you as if you were something precious, something sacred. When the shirt finally slipped off and pooled onto the floor, his hands twitched at his sides, like he wanted to touch you but was waiting for permission.

“Chris,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked out of his trance, meeting your eyes. “Yeah?”

“Say something.”

A slow smile spread across his lips, soft and full of warmth. “You’re beautiful.”

Heat bloomed in your cheeks, and you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, but Chris was quick to gently reach out, stopping you. He guided your arms back down, his fingers ghosting along your skin as if he was memorizing every inch. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered. “Please.”

His hands finally, finally, settled on your waist, pulling you just a little closer, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your skin. “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long,” he admitted, voice hushed, reverent. “Not just because you’re—” he exhaled sharply, as if struggling to find the right words, “—so damn gorgeous, but because it’s you. And I love you.”

Your breath hitched, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. “I love you too, Christopher.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips to your collarbone, trailing soft, feather-light kisses up your neck. His hands never wandered anywhere you weren’t ready for—he just held you, kissed you, made you feel cherished.

When his fingers eventually moved to the waistband of your shorts, he paused, looking up at you for permission. “Okay?” he asked, voice barely audible.

You nodded, trusting him with everything you had.

Chris took his time, treating every second like it was something to be savored. His hands were warm, gentle, careful, as he slowly peeled the fabric away, revealing more of you. His breathing grew heavier, but his touch remained steady, full of love and patience.

When you were finally bare in front of him, he exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair as if he was trying to process what was happening. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You felt exposed, vulnerable, but never unsafe—not with Chris. He kissed you softly, hands cradling your face as if he was afraid you might slip away. “I don’t deserve you,” he breathed against your lips.

“You do,” you whispered back. “You always have.”

And as he pulled you close, wrapping you in the warmth of his arms, you knew there was no place safer than here—with him.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, almost in awe, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, then your collarbone, then the center of your chest. Each kiss was slow, intentional, like he was trying to show you just how much you meant to him with every touch. His lips trailed lower, warm and featherlight against your skin, sending soft shivers through your body. He wasn’t rushing—he never would. He just wanted to take his time with you, to make sure you knew exactly how much he adored you.

You curled your fingers into his hair as he kissed over your ribs, your stomach, before making his way back up again, pressing his forehead to yours. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his bare skin warm against yours.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles over your hip. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, but your voice came out quieter than you expected. “Just… I dunno. I guess I’ve never felt this close to someone before.”

Chris’s lips quirked into the smallest smile, and he pressed another kiss to your cheek, then the tip of your nose. “Me either.” His voice was so soft, so filled with warmth, and it made your heart squeeze.

For a moment, he just held you, letting you breathe, letting the comfort settle between you both. His hand found yours, fingers slipping between yours, squeezing lightly before he whispered, “You can… you can see me too, if you want.”

Your breath hitched as you pulled back slightly to look at him. His cheeks were dusted pink, his eyes flickering away for a second like he was nervous. He had seen every inch of you now, but the thought of letting you do the same to him clearly had his heart racing.

“You sure?” you asked, voice quiet, almost teasing.

Chris laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “Not really, but…” He exhaled slowly, looking at you with that soft, lopsided smile of his. “I trust you.”

That made warmth bloom in your chest. Carefully, you let your fingers drift down, tracing his skin, your hands exploring the places you had never seen before. His chest, his stomach, the way his muscles tensed under your touch, not out of discomfort, but anticipation.

When you finally pulled the blanket back slightly, your breath caught. He was beautiful. All of him.

Chris watched your expression, biting his lip before laughing awkwardly. “Stop looking at me like that.”

You grinned, tilting your head. “Like what?”

“Like I’m—” He cut himself off, exhaling heavily before running a hand down his face. “Like I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen.”

You reached up, cupping his jaw and forcing him to look at you. “You are.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable before he leaned in, pressing a long, slow kiss to your lips. It was different than the others. Deeper, filled with emotion, like he was trying to convey something words couldn’t. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer, your bodies molding together perfectly.

For the first time, there was no embarrassment, no hesitation, just you and him, bare and vulnerable in the best way possible. He tangled his legs with yours, tucking you against his chest, his lips ghosting over the top of your head.

“This is nice,” you mumbled sleepily, your fingers tracing soft patterns on his back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smiled against his skin, breathing him in. “I don’t think I ever wanna be away from you again.”

Chris exhaled softly, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. “Then don’t be.”

And with that, he held you even closer, his warmth, his love, wrapping around you like the safest place in the world.

A/N: this is the final fluffy fic im posting from my drafts because my period is almost over and I feel less inclined to write fluffy shit😭😭 Thank you for reading I appreciate any interactions!!

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[poseidonsworst]

Okay, as someone with MCAS aka (allergic to everything syndrome) this is the absolute BANE of my existence, but I do have a little wisdom to share.

First, if you haven't gotten Patch Testing see if you can. It's mostly for skin reactions, but really sensitive folks (like me) often get gastrointestinal and systematic symptoms in addition to contact dermatitis.

The two patch test positives relevant to this post are Balsam of Peru and Fragrance.

Balsam of Peru is a tree sap mostly harvested in Ecuador. It's used as a natural flavoring in a lot of different foods, because it's tastes/smells like vanilla and cinnamon. That's because it contains cinnamic acid, cinnamyl cinnamate, benzyl benzoate, benzoic acid and vanillin. It is possible to be allergic to only one of those, but commonly there's a lot of cross reactivity.

As you can imagine vanillin is found in vanilla, and anything with "cinna" at the start is found in cinnamon. Both of which you should avoid if you have a Balsam of Peru allergy. There's a lot of other things too, but instead of listing them, I'll point you to This Site that has a pretty great breakdown.

Fragrance meanwhile, is FUCKING EVERYWHERE! Whenever an item says it has "artificial flavors" it's likely that ingredient falls under the umbrella of fragrance. Like Balsam of Peru there's different subtypes of fragrance allergy, and they're tested for with different fragrance mix patch tests. I know less about fragrance than I do balsam of peru, so I'm not going to talk much about it. But if strong perfume makes you feel sick or scented lotion gives you a rash, it could very well be a fragrance allergy, and (if you're sensitive enough) those can come with gastrointestinal problems because your body will react to those same chemicals when they're ingested.

This is mostly just general suppositions because sometimes one extract that's considered "natural" in one case can be considered "artificial" in another. Food labels are absolute fucking bullshit, and companies are so cagey about this cause they're scared of their competitors stealing their oh so precious recipes. Which is stupid as fuck and dangerous to people with allergies. This bullshit is another goddamn example of all the ways capitalism screws people over, especially disabled people.

TLDR:

I'M SPEAKING IN GENERAL NOT GIVING A HARD AND FAST RULE!

If you're allergic to Balsam of Peru (or cinnamon, or vanilla, or almost any commonly used spice) avoid anything that says Natural Flavors.

If you're allergic to Fragrance (perfume, scented soaps and lotions, or any other Strong Smell that's supposed to smell good) avoid anything that says Artificial Flavors.

Capitalism is the root of all evil.

Disability is not a punishment, but I think the world would be genuinely improved if every person involved in writing or regulating ingredient labels was mysteriously inflicted with at least one food allergy falling under each of the following categories: "natural flavors," "modified food starch," "artificial flavors," "spices," and "color." Down with ingredient labels so vague that they defeat the entire fucking point.

[sidemari]

Aftercare Headcanons

Characters included: Hwei, Jinx, Kayn, Viktor, Yone x GN!Reader

Author's notes: I hope you enjoy this and forgive me any mistakes! Let me know if you have any requests about this fandom.

Picture: https://br.pinterest.com/pin/8585055533861864/

Hwei

He can get clingy after sex, mainly because he feels extremely safe by your side.

He will usually make sure that everything is okay with you, if you felt respected and satisfied with the way he made you feel and especially if you are in need of something specific.

After sex, he will always treat you as if you were the most fragile and most lovable person in the world.

Compliments and declarations of love are his strong point. Hwei will murmur words of reassurance and express what he feels for you almost as if he were reciting poetry.

"Whenever I'm alone with you… You make me feel like I'm whole again." He kissed your lips slowly before climbing back on top of you, straddling your lap, and looking at you with eyes full of love and desire. "I can't get enough of you… Let me keep loving you."

"Touch me, yeah." You guided his hand to your chest. "Make me feel like I'm alive again."

Jinx

Usually Jinx will openly proclaim how essential you are for her to feel grounded in such a chaotic and cruel world.

Regardless of how hectic, overwhelming and overstimulating your sex was, she makes sure you know that just being by your side after such an intimate moment is just as good, if not infinitely better than loving you all night.

She will reassure you as she worships your body, compliments how beautiful you are and talks about how your expressions and bodily reactions are extremely precious to her.

"Remember when we first met as kids?" Her voice was a mere whisper.

"Yeah, I do. I'll always remember that day." You pulled her for a delicate kiss yet still trying to get as much as you could of her before parting for air.

"That night… You ran into my heart so carelessly, so abruptly… And…" You encouraged her to continue by caressing her cheek with affection. "And fuck… I'm glad I was wondering those streets at dawn for I met you and now I can't imagine a future where we don't belong together."

Kayn

It's not uncommon for you to feel overstimulated after having sex with Kayn. He's a passionate lover, his touches are almost desperate, his kisses are needy and fervent and he's not at all ashamed to admit that he loves to break you whenever the mood allows.

That said, the aftercare he usually provides you is to try to meet your needs as best he can.

He always cleans you with soft towels while you regain enough energy to get up and take a shower. He'll usually bring you water or some other drink of your choice or even something for you to eat, if that's what you want.

Some of the comments about the marks he's capable of leaving on your body are made to tease you, because he knows you get embarrassed. And if there's anything as good as having you under him, completely under his control, it's seeing the way you behave when you're embarrassed.

"You're mine." He whispered against your neck before returning to suck it, finishing the last mark of the night.

"Kayn… This is going to be hard to hide."

"That's the point." He fell beside you, pulling your body against his. "Do you want me to make you a hot chocolate in a little while?"

"You're trying to distract me from the fact that you marked me in every way possible today."

"Maybe, but… A hot chocolate would be nice right now, wouldn't it?" He kissed your shoulder before chuckling softly.

Viktor

Already posted this as an alone work, but wanted to add here as well.

He's the kind of guy who cares about your well-being before, during, and after you have sex.

It's not uncommon for him to stay with your body cuddled against his while your heavy breathing and overstimulation slowly fade away.

Cuddles, words of reassurance, slow and affectionate kisses, massages wherever you may be sore and a relaxing bath together after sex are essential for him to show you how absurdly perfect and important you are to him.

One of the greatest proofs of love that Viktor can show you is to sleep next to you (always after you, due to his protective instinct) and stay by your side all night, making sure to still be with you when you wake up, even if he has countless responsibilities and unfinished projects.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good morning, Vitya." His fingers stroked your hair as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

"Thank you for yesterday. You were absolutely perfect." A certain embarrassment took over you at the compliment, making you hide your face against his neck, inhaling that welcoming scent.

"Maybe I'll have to drag you out of your lab more often." You murmured.

Yone

He cares about you a lot, that's the essence of him as your partner. You always come first and even though you insist that he deserves to let himself be vulnerable and be taken care of by you, Yone prefers to provide you with everything you need before thinking about himself.

He carefully checks to see if he left any marks on you that might be sore later, apologizing as he gently kisses the marked spots.

Usually you stay silent after sex, just enjoying each other's company and warmth.

Every single time Yone caresses your hair until you relax enough to sleep and occasionally murmurs an "I love you" when he thinks you've already fallen asleep.

"I love you so much." He murmured against your hair.

"I love you so much too, Yone." You whispered back, snuggling even closer against his chest.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I want to enjoy this moment with you a little longer. It's been so long since…" Your voice voice went quiet.

"Yes, I know." His hand rested on your thigh, caressing it. "But I'm here now and I'll never leave your side again."

Other works of mine:

https://www.tumblr.com/sidemari/770889163155357696/love-hurts?source=share (Viktor x Fem!Reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/sidemari/770262867164512256/reunited?source=share (Viktor x Fem!Reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/sidemari/770344104203862016/hii-ur-smut-is-scrumptious-can-you-do-size?source=share (Jinx x Fem!Reader)

Songs I've been inspired by to write this work:

The Cure - Lovesong

Pearl Jam - Black

Dream, Ivory - Welcome and goodbye

The Neighborhood - A little death

[onyourj-uls]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ anton is a soft boy 99% of the time, but that 1%…?

anton's 99% soft side…

⋆ from the first day you met him, you knew that anton was one of the sweetest people ever. not only because of the way he speaks, always slow and soft, but also because of the warmth with which he looks at you, as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

⋆ he's detailed without having to do it on purpose. he remembers everything: your favorite foods, how you drink your coffee, which movies you love and which ones you hate. he's the type to text you just to know if you've eaten, if you had a good day, if you got home okay. when you're sick, it's not enough to tell him you'll take care of yourself; he shows up with medicine, hot food and stays by your side until you feel better.

⋆ anton is the kind who hugs you from behind without warning, the kind who plays with your hair while you fall asleep, the kind who looks at you with a silly smile when you think he's not seeing you. he loves with all his heart, without hesitation, without fear. when he sees you, his expression lights up, his eyes become bright and his happiness is evident.

“you look beautiful today… well, always.” he tells you so without hesitation, without shame. to him, you're the best thing that ever happened to him and he's not afraid to show it.

⋆ he's the kind of boyfriend who holds your hand in public no matter who's looking, who covers you with his jacket when it's cold, who lets you sleep on his chest and arranges your hair with infinite tenderness. no matter how much time passes, anton still looks at you with that genuine adoration, as if he falls more in love every day.

and then, when you least expect it, that 1% appears.

that 1%...

⋆ anton is patient, calm and loving… until he stops being so. and not because he gets angry easily, but because when he decides to let out that other side of his personality, there's no turning back.

⋆ he will always be protective, anton is not one to pick fights, but if someone disrespects you, his energy changes for a second. his posture becomes rigid, his gaze darkens and his jaw tenses. He doesn't need to raise his voice to make his presence known.

“she told you what?” his tone is low, but charged with authority. he doesn't rush, he's not impulsive, but there's something about his attitude that would make anyone think twice before messing with you.

⋆ when you walk together, his hand on your back is gentle, but if he senses someone is looking at you a little too hard, his grip becomes a little firmer. it's subtle, but present. he lets you know he's there, that no one is going to get smart with you because he's ready to set boundaries.

⋆ he's always tender, he's always sweet…. but there are moments when you realize that he also has another side to him, his sassy side. and that side is the one that leaves you breathless.

maybe it's the way he stares at you without looking away, with a confidence that makes you feel nervous. or when he lets out a low chuckle and says something in a deeper tone than normal, almost like a whisper near your ear.

“why are you being like this? i'm not doing anything…” he tells you with a mischievous smile, though you both know he's playing with you.

⋆ and then there are his kisses. anton normally kisses tenderly, calmly… but when that 1% appears, his kisses become different. more intense, deeper, as if he wants to make it clear how much he wants you. His way of holding you changes, it's no longer just gentleness; he holds you more firmly, he pulls you to him without giving you room to escape. his breathing gets heavier, his skin gets hotter and his voice gets huskier.

“you don't know what you do to me…” he whispers between kisses, his forehead resting against yours.

⋆ is it because he's an aries man? definitely! anton is pure fire. aries is a sign of passion, of intensity, of strong emotions. his love is pure and genuine, but when it comes to expressing desire, he doesn't pull any punches. he can be the most tender in the world, but when he gets carried away… you should get ready.

i'm so in love with him 😭🤲🏻💗💗💗

[bobasbn]

a flame that ignited fire (2)

1.6k words again | Sylus achieved his goal and is finally having a daughter but now he must deal with his wife's pregnancy cravings. Read part one <- here

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“Are you alright, my love? Is the pillow fluffed up to your liking? Should I get you some snacks? Do you want anything else?” Sylus asks you profusely. He’s been nothing but attentive and worrisome ever since you were confirmed to actually be pregnant. 

Sylus was driven to tears when you showed him a positive pregnancy test after all his effort to convince you that a baby is just what you two need. It’s been six months since then, you haven’t gotten the chance to even feel any discomfort without Sylus swooping in and pampering you with every available resource he has. 

“Everything’s fine, thank you,” you say with a smile. You hold onto Sylus’s hand, your thumb gently turning the wedding band on his finger. All you wanted to do was lounge on the couch and watch a movie but your husband refused to let you move without him preparing the couch for your maximum comfort. 

Sylus lowers himself to his knees in front of the couch, resting his elbows up right beside you. His eyes have been carrying a certain sparkle to them lately, an undeniable softness has been gracing his features, reminiscent of the way he looked at Riley when he realised that the baby wasn’t afraid of him. 

“I’ve been having the tendency to be… overbearing,” Sylus admits sheepishly. His hand raises to smooth your hair back in a soothing manner. “Just tell me if you need me to just shut up and leave you alone.” He reminds you. He’s more than aware of his new habit of pampering you to an almost overwhelming degree sometimes. It’s endearing for the most part except for the select few times where your mood was naturally sour due to the pregnancy and you had chided Sylus for not giving you space. 

“You know I will,” you joke, admiring the way Sylus has been stealing your pregnancy glow. You definitely envy it, the way his skin has been glowing and eyes glistening. You always thought it was the pregnant lady who was supposed to have that shine laid upon her skin, not her husband who is far too elated to be a father. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. He never fails to remind you of that either. “My precious girls.” Sylus gently rubs his hand over your pregnancy bump. Along with being driven to tears once he found out you were pregnant, his waterworks started up again when you found out you were going to have a daughter. You swear he’s been bearing the larger half of the emotional instability and moodiness between you two. 

A girl is exactly what you were wishing for. The idea of giving Sylus a daughter that will melt down his tough exterior and bring out this vulnerable side like this is heartwarming. 

Sylus stayed home because he was feeling worried after you had expressed your discomfort in your lower back. He prepared hot water bottles, fluffed up all your pillows and catered to your every request. 

“Aren’t you tired? You’ve been awake all day,” you ask Sylus as you climb back into bed. After an adventurous day of laying on the couch on this bright weekend, you’re back in bed. 

“Truthfully, I’m a little fatigued. But it’s nothing that I can’t handle,” Sylus says, but he’s already sitting up in bed with his hands folded in his lap. His eyes look like they’ll fall shut at any moment now. 

You fix the blanket over your body. You’re just about to say something back to Sylus but when you look back at him, he’s already snoozing away. You can’t help but chuckle. Of course he pretended as if staying up all day didn’t bother him at all. 

You relish in the moment of silence that lulls you to sleep in the peaceful atmosphere of the room. 

In the early hours of the morning, about 4am, you’re jolted awake by your own senses. 

You were feeling warmer even though the temperature of the room hasn’t changed. A sudden itch prickles around your abdomen and you feel some discomfort from the position you ended up in while sleeping. You lean over to turn the lamp on your bedside table on, feeling yourself involuntarily becoming more awake. To top it all off, you have a hunger for something cold. Cold, sweet and fruity, slightly floral. You smack your lips, noticing that your husband isn’t up and around like he usually would be at this time. 

Despite not abiding by his usual sleep schedule, he’s still an incredibly light sleeper and his scarlet eyes are soon open and adjusting to the dim lighting. 

“Sweetheart? Are you alright?” He husks, his deep voice almost inaudible from just waking up. He stretches his arms out, his muscles flexing as he props himself up. 

“I’m not feeling good,” you admit. Sylus immediately becomes alert. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“I’m hot, I’m itchy, uncomfortable and I want blueberry lavender ice cream,” you list out your issues. Your husband’s fingers touch your cheeks, noting the slight warmth to them. 

“Blueberry lavender ice cream? Where would I find that at… 4 in the morning?” He inquires out loud, already planning on how he’ll fulfill your craving at this ungodly hour. 

You shrug your shoulders, your mind running a bit too rampant about all the negative things you’re experiencing and not caring at all for the new quandary you’ve imposed on your husband. He gently rubs your back as you stiffly sit up, your joints feeling as if there’s something jammed between the sockets. 

“I’ll be right back,” Sylus assures. His tiredness from just a moment ago disappears in a blink as he walks out of the room. Soon enough he comes back and props a hot water bottle behind your back and adjusts your pillow to make you more comfortable. 

“Ice cream…” You mutter, clutching to the fabric of his shirt. The more you were awake, the more you craved the cold, sugary treat. You felt as if you would die without the ice cream you desire, like your stomach will simply twist up and kill you. 

“Of course,” he responds and immediately nods his head. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple before heading out on his exploration for ice cream, specifically blueberry lavender ice cream which isn’t just found anywhere. Sylus has never run so fast in his life for something so trivial as ice cream. He knows he’s on limited time but the task isn’t an easy one, and every convenience store he stops by doesn’t have this specific flavour. 

You rest your head against the pillow supporting your neck, shifting a bit as you absentmindedly rub your hand over your pregnancy bump. This daughter of yours is already giving you such a hard time before she’s even been born. She already has her father running mindlessly through the streets to fulfill her every whim. 

Half an hour goes by and your cravings do not settle at all. If anything, they’re growing stronger. You try to distract yourself with your phone but everything is swirling into blue and purples hues, breaking into mosaics and forming the image of blueberry and lavender in your mind. It’s driving you insane. 

The door almost breaks down when Sylus makes his return and he immediately starts making a big clatter downstairs which catches your attention. You tried to ignore it for the first few minutes but your curiosity grew to know if he ended up getting the ice cream or not. You muster up all the strength you can to push yourself off the bed and you pad downstairs curiously to see what your husband is up to. 

To your surprise, when you enter the kitchen you’re met with the sight of Sylus handling an ice cream machine. A violet mixture churns in the machine, looking like the product of all your wishes right now. 

“You’re making ice cream?” You lean your head against his arm, earning a kiss on the head from him. 

“I couldn’t find it anywhere. But, fresh ingredients will taste much better,” Sylus says calmly. He had gone ahead and bought the raw ingredients just to make the ice cream you want at home. Despite being married to him for a significant amount of time, he still finds ways to make your heart melt. 

You watch the ice cream being mixed for a few more minutes before he opens the lid to get a peek of the creation inside. You couldn’t resist swiping a finger through the smooth cream, taking a taste and your body instantly rests as you do. All the senses in your mind that were screaming for blueberry lavender ice cream were silenced the moment you finally got access to the fruitful, floral treat. 

“Yes, this is it,” you nod. Even though the ice cream wasn’t set, it was calling your name. You served yourself a large bowl with every drop of the ice cream that Sylus made for you. You brought the bowl back to bed with you, your husband following behind closely like a puppy making sure that this was enough to satiate your craving. 

“Is it good, sweetheart?” He asks. You hold up a spoonful of the ice cream to his mouth, it’s more cream than ice. He takes a bite, eyebrows raising with delight. 

“I’ve been waiting my entire life for this,” you murmur. You hog the rest of the bowl, shoveling spoonful after spoonful into your mouth as your husband watches with a sense of admiration for you. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, a small smile on his face.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” he gently taps his finger against your nose. His eyes flit down to your belly. 

“I can’t wait to meet her,” he whispers, his eyes full of wonder. He wouldn’t get annoyed even if he had to fly to the ends of the Earth to satisfy your cravings. It all didn’t matter as long as he was helping you feel better, and that he was getting closer everyday to meeting his daughter. 

He was already ready to give up everything to take care of you two, his girls, his entire world. You two were definitely going to be spoiled rotten by Sylus. 

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[nothoughtsjustficrecs]

This was such a sweet and lovely story! I really do love a good ye olde/ royalty fic 😍

Thank you for writing this wonderful story and sharing it with us!

When I was reading, I decided to write down my thoughts as I go because I knew I'd forget otherwise so below this is literally just the thoughts I wrote down because I do not have the brain power to convert them into actual fully coherent comments [I'll put them below a read more cut for the sake of spoilers and such]

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“ He was notably excited and couldn’t sit down ” aw bless him

“ He tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind his ear, practically bouncing in his place. ” okay how dare he be so cute and precious tho, this story isn’t about you chan, take a step back (im kidding you’re so cute pls never stop)

“ it was almost two hours ” just the thought of that makes me exhausted omg

“ against his lifelong accomplice, Jeonghan. ” I read “accomplice” as “companion” at first and was like damn, I didn’t know it was that kinda story 😂

“ the bread perfectly golden and risen in small domes ” mm delicious

“ You knew if that happened, neither you or Chan would be allowed to return to the castle. ” I think the punishment would be a bit more severe than that for risking choking the prince, yikes, imagine that shitshow

“ this rustic meal ” nah why does that feel like an insult tho

“ You lay on your back, atop the fountain’s wide stone ledge, listening to the gushing water and staring up at the crescent moon. ” this sounds pretty perfect ngl

“ And right when you felt his lips ghost yours, Seokmin took a step back and you heard a huge fit of laughter erupt from the thick brush in the background. ” what assholes!

“ “Perhaps that cook quite liked you.” ” 😏 perhaps indeed

I love the way you describe stuff btw, I can be real iffy about descriptions sometimes because some people go over the top with it and I get bored, but you manage to paint a picture so effectively that I genuinely feel kind of envious of this character and I want to be her to experience the scenery

“ The next time you saw the Prince, you weren’t going to let him off easy. ” BEAT HIS ASSSSS

“ “you do not deserve my manners,” ” you tell him!

“ “Have you ever been left to wait, darling?” ” SCREAMING

“ “Not immediately, angel.” ” STOP IT, I WILL COMBUST

“ Suddenly, he cupped the sides of your face in his tender hands, urging you forward again, his lips brushing yours in such a gentle manner that a shiver tingled down your spine. ” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH im fine (im not)

“ Everything felt like it was collapsing around you. ” looks like she’s not fine either, poor baby :((

“ “I refused the marriage to Lady Adelaide. She will return to Markarth before the sunset. I only told my mother and father this morning.” ” ahahhahahaha good

“ “I’m saying that I’m in love with you.” ” SCREECHING OVER HERE

“ “I-I thought I should gift it to you. And, whenever we must be apart, you can just think of this necklace, and the comfort that comes from a firefly’s glow.” ” nooo that’s so cute

⚬ pairing: prince!seokmin x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 12,690 ⚬ warnings: none. ⚬ genre: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angst, teasing, some slowburn romance, superfluff toward the end.

✧✎ synopsis: the time has come for prince seokmin to meet his arranged marriage, which forces you to confront a strange predicament: if you truly hate the prince, then why does the thought of him being with someone else hurt this badly?

✧✎ a/n: yeah… i’ve wanted to write some prince!lsm since his excalibur pictures. evidently, i am very late! i hope u enjoy nonetheless :-)

Hiking up the long, heavy layers of your dress, pale and coloured like lilacs, you retrieved a small carving knife that had been clandestinely strapped against your outer thigh. Buried a few feet away from you in the grass was a smooth, palm-sized piece of beech wood, which you quickly picked up before walking back to the bench. You sat down horizontally, stretching out your legs and taking up as much space as possible whilst you started carving down the edges of the beech wood, flicking away the occasional shavings.

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[winters-on-the-wing]

i’m thinking about jily aftercare.

after having a really intense sexual scene, they both are so tender and gentle as they take care of each other, getting in the bath together and carefully scrubbing each other. james makes lily’s favorite food, snickerdoodles, which they both enjoy eating, and lily makes james’ favorite tea, masala chai with vanilla extract and whipped cream, which they both enjoy drinking. they lean against each other on the couch, murmuring how much they love each other.

james seeks validation.

“you don’t really think i’m a brat, right?”

“you don’t just love me when i’m on my knees, right?”

“i pleasured you well, right?”

lily tuts softly and runs her hands through james’ hair, telling him that he’s the most precious thing in her life, and that it was all a game, a silly game that they played to feel good. and that he made her feel like she was in heaven.

lily seeks reassurance.

“are you sure you liked everything i did?”

“you know i don’t actually mean it when i degrade you, right?”

“do you always feel safe and comfortable?”

and james always reassures her, tucking strands of wet hair behind her ear, murmuring that everything’s alright, reminding her that all of this was his idea in the first place, reassuring her that it’s okay to want this, that it’s okay that doing degrading things makes her feel good. and that he was enjoying every second.

just

jily aftercare. let them be freaks but also let them be freaks with dedicated, slow, sweet aftercare.

[kathaelipwse]

If Only You Could See Yourself | Bang chan

Synopsis: You’ve never seen yourself the way Chan does—where he sees beauty, you see flaws. Every time he calls you beautiful, you dismiss it, unable to believe. But one night, as your doubts consume you, Chan refuses to let you fade into them. With gentle words and unwavering patience, he holds you together, determined to make you see what he’s always seen. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll start to believe him.

Warnings: self-hate, honestly just angst, comfort

Word Count: 1.1k

Author's Note: This might trigger a few readers. I am going through a turmoil and honestly chan is my comfort person so yeah..

It was a day off, you and chan have been dating since 4 years now, though he was busy he never really failed to make time for you and compliment you every now and then.

The first time Chan called you beautiful, you laughed. Not out of joy, but because the word felt foreign—misplaced, even. You thought he was joking. Maybe being playful, the way he always was. But when you turned to see the sincerity in his eyes, something inside you twisted. Uncomfortable. Unfamiliar. You brushed it off.

The second time, you just shook your head. A soft, almost involuntary reaction, like swatting away a fly. You didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to make it a thing. But Chan noticed. He always did. He let it go that time, but the way his brows furrowed told you he was thinking about it.

The third time, you flinched.

That was when Chan really started paying attention.

Tonight, the weight in your chest is heavier than usual. You don’t know why—maybe you do, but it’s easier to pretend you don’t. It’s just another night, another round of existing in a body that doesn’t feel like yours, in a mind that never stops whispering cruel things.

Chan sits on the couch beside you, his arm draped lazily over the backrest. The room is warm, cozy, filled with the soft hum of background noise from the TV. You should feel safe here. But that voice in your head is louder than the comfort of his presence.

“You okay?” Chan’s voice is soft, careful.

You nod automatically. “Yeah. Just tired.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either. You don’t look at him when you say it. Instead, you focus on the way your fingers pick at the hem of your sleeves.

Chan shifts, turning to face you more fully. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all night.”

You shrug. “Just one of those days.”

His gaze lingers on you, searching. You know he wants to press, but he doesn’t. Instead, he offers you a small smile and says, “You’re still beautiful, you know.”

You freeze. The air in the room changes. The words hang between you, heavy and unbearable.

Your stomach twists violently. Your throat tightens. Something inside you snaps, raw and unfiltered. Before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“I don’t get it,” you whisper.

Chan blinks. “What?”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling beneath your skin. “Why do you keep saying things like that?”

He tilts his head, brows knitting together. “Because they’re true.”

You laugh, but it’s hollow. “No, they’re not. You just—” You take a shaky breath. “You see me through rose-colored glasses, Chan. You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

Chan stares at you, something unreadable flashing in his expression. “You think I’m lying?”

You swallow hard, unable to meet his gaze. “I think… I think you’re wrong.”

His voice is quieter now, more careful. “Wrong about what?”

“About me,” you say, finally looking at him. “About everything you think I am.”

Chan’s jaw tightens. He shifts forward, closing the distance between you. His hands reach out, hesitating for only a moment before cupping your face, thumbs grazing your cheekbones. His touch is warm, grounding.

“Look at me,” he murmurs.

You do. And it’s a mistake, because the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the most precious thing in the world—makes your chest ache.

“I don’t see you through rose-colored glasses,” he says, voice steady but thick with emotion. “I see you exactly as you are.”

Your lip trembles. “Then you must be looking at the wrong person.”

Chan exhales sharply, shaking his head. “No,” he says firmly. “No, I see you. The real you. I see the way you care about people more than yourself. I see the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening. I see the way you light up when you talk about the things you love. I see every little thing that makes you you—and you have no idea how fucking beautiful that is.”

Tears blur your vision. “Stop.”

“I won’t,” he says, voice cracking. “Because I wish—God, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Your breath catches. The words hit something deep, something you didn’t know was still soft inside you. A sob escapes before you can swallow it down, and then the dam breaks.

Chan pulls you into his arms before you can collapse. His embrace is strong, unshakable, as if he’s trying to hold together all the pieces of you that are falling apart. He strokes your hair, whispering soothing things you can’t make out over the sound of your own broken cries.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”

You clutch onto him, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt like he’s the only thing tethering you to this world.

For the first time, you let yourself believe him.

Later, when your breathing evens out and the tears have dried, you’re still curled against him. He hasn’t let go, hasn’t loosened his grip even once.

Chan presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to believe me yet,” he says quietly. “But let me prove it to you. Let me remind you every day until you do.”

You close your eyes, exhaling shakily. “Okay.”

And for now, that’s enough.

That night, Chan doesn’t let you sleep alone. When you hesitate, standing by your bedroom door as he prepares to leave, he simply tilts his head. “Do you want me to stay?”

You don’t answer right away, but the way you tug at your sleeves gives you away.

Chan sighs softly, stepping forward. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

So he does.

You lie in bed, facing away from him at first, trying to keep space between you. But the storm in your head doesn’t quiet, even with him near. After a while, your body moves on its own, shifting closer, until your back is pressed lightly against his chest.

Chan doesn’t say anything. He just wraps an arm around you, securing you in place like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re safe,” he whispers into your hair. “You’re enough. Always.”

You don’t know if you believe him yet, but you let his warmth chase away the cold. Just for tonight.

The next morning, you wake up to soft sunlight filtering through your curtains. Chan is still there, one arm draped protectively over your waist. His slow, even breaths brush against the back of your neck.

You shift slightly, and he stirs. “Morning,” he murmurs sleepily.

You swallow thickly. “Morning.”

Chan tightens his hold just a little. “How are you feeling?”

You don’t have an answer. Not yet. But for the first time in a long time, the weight in your chest feels a little lighter.

So you settle for the truth.

“I think… I think I’m okay.”

Chan smiles against your skin, kissing your forehead and says. “Good.”

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[jytan2018]

Yessss.

Hope OP doesn't mind me adding on, but another thing that makes Shen Gongbao a good Nezha/Ao Bing foil is how their parents contributed to their self worth.

Nezha grew up with parents that relentlessly defended him from an entire town that's hated him since his birth, even if Nezha went on to act out in ways the townsfolk rightfully resents him for (property damage and serious physical injury is no joke when you're a peasant who does manual labour for a living, y'all). Ao Bing grew up with a father who not only got the entire dragon clan to pry off their toughest scales (which is explicitly shown to be a PAINFUL process) in order to forge armour for him, but also admitted that his life experience may not be applicable to Ao Bing's pursuit of happiness and allowed him to resume risking his life with Nezha.

Shen Gongbao, on the other hand, grew up with a bootstrap-mentality father that teaches his disciples, "If you must hate, then hate the fact that you were born a demon!".

Like, I understand it's intended to be motivational, but that can't have been good for Shen Gongbao's self esteem. Papa Shen was unknowingly setting his own son up for a lifetime of failure, not because of a skill issue on SGB's part, but because Papa Shen himself is so loyal to the oppressive status quo that he doomed his own disciples by asking them to surrender to the Chan Sect. And when the only way to win the game is to change the rules entirely, is it any wonder that SGB found himself repeatedly losing and got desperate enough to turn evil?

I'm gonna go off on a tangent here, but another character I've seen people suggest SGB is a foil to is Taiyi Zhenren, and I find that especially interesting. Taiyi is consistently portrayed as the favoured disciple throughout both movies, be it through SGB's jealousy when he discovers their master gifted him the Shan He She Ji Painting (Taiyi's Doraemon pouch of ridiculously OP magical items suggests it's a regular occurence) or Wuliang calling Taiyi "privileged" while ranting about his justification for committing demon genocide. Literally, the plot of Nezha 1 kicks off because SGB got nothing after years of doing Wuliang's dirty work, and all Taiyi had to do to score the Golden Immortal title was babysit the Spirit Pearl's reincarnation (a.k.a. Nezha) for 3 years.

This privilege is also glaringly obvious in the simplistic suggestions he provides to them. Why don't you just ask Tianzun for Liquid Jade instead of going through the three trials? Why can't you simply apologise to Tianzun instead of killing everyone? These are solutions that can only come out the mouth of someone who's never been told no.

By all accounts, Taiyi is just as much a personification of the system's inequality as SGB is, and he should be its staunchest defender because of everything he stands to lose when it falls.

And yet, who was the one that decided to risk it all for Nezha and Ao Bing when they were caught in the Heavenly Trial Curse? Taiyi. Shen Gongbao gave up when the Curse struck because he simply couldn't see a way out of it, but Taiyi was the one who jumped in the moment they survived long enough for a glimmer of hope to emerge. He was only able to help BECAUSE he's never been discouraged and therefore has rock-solid confidence in his ability to save them. His magical items were only there to guarantee his success.

Another notable thing about Taiyi is that he's the only non-family person that SGB doesn't stutter around. Jiaozi has confirmed in the past that the stutter was a result of Chan Sect folks repeatedly speaking over/interrupting SGB and destroying his self esteem, so it says a lot about SGB's trust in Taiyi AND Taiyi's respectful treatment of SGB if the guy instinctively feels safer and more relaxed around him than he is with Ao Bing, the universally acknowledged precious boy who's never done anything wrong except when he tried to massacre all of Chen Tang Guan.

Of course, it's very easy to do good when you have the cultivation equivalent of a Doraemon pouch in your pants and you're not being constantly beaten down by the status quo, but I feel it's important to realise that Taiyi as a character isn't meant to prove that SGB had no excuse for what he did, and that the current system is still salvageable if it could produce wholesome thicc chads like him.

Nah, I'd argue Taiyi is meant to showcase the importance of refusing to succumb to bitterness and despair. This particular trait also makes Taiyi a foil to Oubing, because both of them grew up with the depressing realisation that their parents may have their back, but the world doesn't. SGB used the resulting bitterness to fuel his cultivation efforts, but he failed to realise that it doesn't work the same way as anger. Anger is your heart telling you that something is wrong and you must fight back, bitterness is your mind telling you EVERYTHING is wrong, so you don't have to hold back your worst self against anyone, not even those who don't deserve it. The ability to process that bitterness and despair (or at the very least, block it out temporarily) via self-care, mutual aid etc. can make or break a revolution, and it shows when the only thing Ao Guang had to say when demons were dying by the dozen in that cauldron was, "Don't give up." Taiyi had a lot of chances to turn bitter when asked to teach Nezha, or after he realised how far gone Wuliang was, but he continued to put the "relief" in "comedic relief" and kept everyone going with the resources he had at his disposal and/or his refusal to give up.

With Nezha 2's post credit scene implying SGB will accept the deal with Wuliang to save Papa Shen, I think Nezha 3 will set up another crossroads moment where he decides who he truly wants to be. However, given that Nezha's OG myth revolves around this epic battle between the Chan and Jie Sects where multiple major characters die and subsequently attain godhood for their service (both movies reference the Fengshen Bang/Fengshen Da Zhan, or God Induction List/God Induction Battle for this reason), literally everyone will likely be struggling just to stay alive, let alone reach out to a enemy-turned-ally-turned-enemy-again guy like SGB. Well, everyone except the comedic relief guy who's had god-tier plot armour for two movies straight.

It'll come down to Taiyi Zhenren, the one Chan Sect Guy who he can trust AND has the resources to shield him from some of the immediate backlash for his betrayal, to help SGB complete his redemption arc.

Nezha 2 spoilers - on the character of Sheng Gongbao.

More on Sheng Gongbao, because I think what the movie did in introducing this classic antagonist's parent and kid brother may feel really random at first, but totally recontextualsies him to be (1) an even closer foil to Ao Bing and (2) a new foil to Nezha.

Ao Bing

In Nezha 1, Shen Gongbao explains his nature to Ao Bing so he could share the similarities of their situations: that he is a leopard demon, and demons suffer the same disrepute and disadvantage of dragons in the world of cultivation. That's why he did all this scheming from Ao Bing's birth to set him on a path that can diverge from his own - so he can prepare his disciple to advance where he can't - so Ao Bing can climb higher on the cultivation ladder. Shen Gongbao would benefit from Ao Bing's advancement as the master who trained, raised, and sponsored him to advance on the celestial stage. Ao Bing's father and people would also benefit from Ao Bing's ascension.

The foil Shen Gongbao plays for Ao Bing is being a demon - underpriviledged, undesired, having to struggle and claw his way in everything, being twice as good and yet not good enough, all because of what they are and how they were born. But he's known to Ao Bing only as his master and senior, someone who understands how the world works and whom taught Ao Bing his martial arts and magic.

In Nezha 2, the characters Sheng Zhengdao, the father, and Sheng Xiaobao, the kid brother, are introduced. This immediately changes the reading of Shen Gongbao. Not only is he a master, senior and an 'adult' in the complicated and cruel cultivation world - but he is also a son. Not only is he a son, there is an intricate backstory about what kind of son he is - he's the son who left his home and backwater town to go to celestial university, he's the first in the family to be accepted into the Chan Sect, the son who achieved human form, the over-achieving son, the son with a career, the son who made it, the absolute pride of the family. The eldest son who's family think he is living it up.

He is..........decidedly not. This is where the 'demon' storyline comes back: he has hit wall after wall. He's done dirty quid pro quo. He's been decieved, used, and even cowed by the system. One can't be treated fairly as a demon. Since he cannot make it any further by himself, he's resorted to relying on Ao Bing.

However, Sheng Gongbao's new role as a 'son' now paints him in an interesting light to both Ao Bing and Nezha. We instantly see that his motivation isn't just about feeling oppressed as a demon and wanting to be recognised for his merits. There is also clearly some insane filial piety driving him - because his position and ascention is supposed to benefit his kid brother and aging father back home! He is not just doing it for himself. He did all that dirty quid pro quo, being used as a tool, cowed by the system....because he needed to be the good son for his family. Because the truth is he has not made it at all. But if only he trains the perfect disciple, more perfect than himself...if only he gets him accepted into the celestial word...if only Ao Bing becomes a god of the Fengshen Bang...if Sheng Gongbao is reocognised as one of the 12 Golden Gods.........

On and on. His foil to Ao Bing as a son adds an extra dimension to Nezha 1. Ao Bing trained his whole life (being given the advantage of being the 'Yang pill') to advance his father's and people's position. To the point of being convinced, even if for a moment, that levelling Chentang Guan and killing all the people to keep the shameful secret of his dragon nature, was the only way forward...This now sounds very similar to his master. This is the solution his trusted, experienced master sold him. In Nezha 2, we learn Shen Gongbao has done terrible things for the celestial Wuliang (his senior cultivation brother)...it follows he would unload that same treacherous cycle onto Ao Bing.

2. Nezha

In a broad sense, Sheng Gongbao as the son becomes 'young,' a former protagonist himself, the hero of his own story, with his own parents and brother to appease. What I found endlessly interesting, is that with this new role, Shen Gongbao explicitly becomes a foil to Nezha as well. But the specific foil to Nezha in this case is 'being a son who will go on a total rampage out of love for his parents/family.'

With the knowledge of his parent's 'deaths,' Nezha goes on a total rampage out of love for his parents and the pain of losing them, that ends in beating up dragons and locking them in a huge magic furnace, completely playing into the hands of the evil celestial Wuliang. When our hero Nezha mitakenly fights the Eastern Dragon King Ao Guang, with the threat of his unfinished flesh body being disintegrated (he's not ready to fight in that condition yet!) - what does he say? He says "I don't care if I'll die, so long as I kill you!" The urge to avenge his parents is stronger than his self-preservation. But it's a twist. His parents are alive!

In the furnace scene, Nezha is offered a chance to save his parents who are getting cooked into cultivation pills by Wuliang. To accept a pill that makes him lose his memory and fall under the control of Wuliang. But Nezha's mother bats that thing out of Wuliang's hands, that's stupid and her son will never be a puppet for nefarious gods! Nezha, in the end, comes from a loving and supportive family who knows and understand him. They accept him for who he is. They would never stand for it. And so Nezha is protected from being manipulated.

Upon the Chentang Guan plot twist, it's revealed Shen Gongbao actually has the same reaction Nezha has when he thinks his family has died. Except for the point that his kid brother really does die - right in front of him! After whisking away Nezha's parents, Sheng Gongbao steps out again to the war-torn Chentang Guan, to fight off a thousand demons and the three traitor dragons. All by himself. There's dialogue, Nezha's parents ask Master Shen Gongbao what is he doing - where is going - why doesn't he take shelter with them?! And Shen Gongbao answers with bitter acceptance, "What's the point? My family's gone." And he goes out to fight. To take a last stand. To die.

Going back to Nezha, doesn't that reveal Sheng Gongbao's deepest motivations as the same as our hero's? He wasn't really doing it - all of it - entirely for himself. Now that his father and kid brother are dead, there is no reason to strive further. Shen Gongbao can let go of being one of the 12 Golden Gods or whatever. He's going to go out into danger, satisfy the urge to avenge his father and brother, and die.

Which takes me to the very delicious, delicious, diabolical end credits scene. The villainous Wuliang goes to a terrible prison where Shen Gongbao and his barely-ok father are alive. In a scene that totally parallels Nezha's choice in the furnace, he presents the same offer to Shen Gongbao. Accept a curse on his mind and body that will enslave him to Wuliang in exchange for his father's life.

But Shen Gongbao doesn't have the same honesty, understanding, protection from his father...because all this time he has been away from home...not returning because he hasn't made it...his father under the impression he is living it up as a celestial...his father not even conscious...

His kid brother died.

He has just this one family member left.

A person he was supposed to be doing all this for, to make proud.

A person he was ready to get revenge and die for.

After all he has already done - what is a little curse on Sheng Gongbao for the benefit of his father?

[legendarycherryblossomlove]

Perceptor has really grown a root in me...

Monster!AU Perceptor x Cybertronian reader 🔞

WARNING: Wild smut, bondage.

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You have been warned.

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Lately, you've been hearing weird noises coming from the bottom pit of the ship. You could have sworn you've heard some growling and screaming down there. But you were not alone, even the crewmembers suspect there is a sparkeater on board or worse, a new creature that could destroy or kill them.

Everyday and every night, the same noise is still present.

Because of this, you volunteered to investigate the bottom part of the ship. To finally end this creature once and for all. Not to mention, the lack of recharge you had for almost a week!

Before going down, you double checked if you have everything on you. Flashlight, a weapon and a walkie takie which is connected to Ultra Magnus' audio receptors. This way, he can know and hear your latest information about the creature.

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As you walked through the creepy corridors, you saw..mutant eggs around the next hall.

All of them were hatched. This is not good you thought to yourself. But what made the situation even worse was that you found a black-wired tentacle that was laying on the ground, moving out of nothing.

Before you could react, the tentacle snacked your waist, bringing you to the creature itself.

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You sworn to yourself that you were only here for a reason. And that reason was to investigate the uncomfortable noises going on this ship.

But you didn't expect the creature to be...Perceptor.

You gasped at the sight of him. And for the record, you can possibly tell Brainstorm did this.

"Let me guess, Brainstorm did this?" You try to crack a joke with Perceptor. But he squeezed you a bit as an answer that your joke was not amusing.

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You could have sworn yet again you were here to investigate but it turned into something....pleasurable.

You didn't expect Perceptor's tentacles to pry open your interface panel as one smoothly slid in your valve, thrusting and tasting those juices.

"Delicious." He said as his tentacle continued to explore in you. He can feel your walls clenching around it like it's begging more of him. More of his tentacles roam around your frame, taking note of your sensitive spots that makes you moan even louder. You felt another one coming towards your mouthplate and before you could ask, he slid that tentacle in like it's a piece of clothing.

"Oh, my dear. I can only wonder what would the others think that their precious little thing being penetrated by a creature like me." Perceptor cooed as his thrusts became faster and harder than ever.

You prayed to Primus that no one will find out about this dirty little secret. Tears swelling up your optics as you feel both tentacles thrusting in your valve and mouth at the same pace. Perceptor could even fit two tentacles in your valve if he wanted to but he knows not to overwhelm you much.

And you know, you will be begging for more.

[wowbright]

Anderson’s Guide to the Birds of North America, Ch. 14: Many Years From Now

Summary: Fourteen scenes from the lives of Blaine Anderson, grad student and avid birder, and Kurt Hummel, clothing designer and Vogue writer, from before their first meeting during the COVID lockdowns of spring of 2020 through falling in love. Written for the Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2025.

Also on AO3.

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Chapter 14: Many Years From Now

Their kisses became increasingly heated. They forgot about the palm warblers, and when they looked up, the birds had flown away.

“I think maybe we should …” Kurt paused to catch his breath.

“Cool down?” Blaine said, straightening his shoulders.

“Well, it is getting hot out here,” said Kurt. The sun had grown warmer in the two hours since they’d arrived and the birds were starting to slow down. “But I don’t want to cool down. I want to go to your place.”

It was clear from the way Blaine’s breath hitched that he knew what Kurt meant and wanted the same thing. But his words were, “Are you sure? I thought you wanted to wait.”

Kurt shook his head. “I was worried about being overwhelmed. But I'm not. Like you said, being next to you feels natural to me. I'm ready if you are.”

Blaine practically growled. “I’m more than ready.”

~~~

Cooper wasn't home. But that was as Blaine had expected. His brother was taking advantage of the COVID bubble, too, and had gone over to Rachel and Kurt's place for a West Side Story sing along with Rachel. Which left Blaine free to kiss Kurt up against the wall as soon as they stepped in through the front door, to explore the spot just under Kurt’s ear that had caused Kurt to shiver when Blaine had nuzzled his nose against it in the park. Now Blaine sucked on it until Kurt went limp like jelly in Blaine’s arms—limp except for the erection pressed against Blaine’s hip. Blaine stroked it through Kurt’s jeans.

“I want that in me,” he murmured against Kurt’s skin.

“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt moaned, and now it was Blaine’s turn to be pressed up against the wall. Kurt unzipped Blaine’s pants and dropped to his knees.

Blaine closed his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was too good. Kurt’s mouth so warm and wet and tight and his tongue stroking and curling and touching Blaine in a way that made him feel like he was discovering this part of himself all over again.

“Kurt—” Blaine choked on the syllable. There was so much he wanted to say. He opened his eyes and looked down to find Kurt gazing up at him, his eyes so close and clear and blue and full of affection. No one had ever looked at Blaine like that while doing this—like Blaine was the most important person in the world, like his pleasure was the source of Kurt’s pleasure, like all the sensations Blaine was feeling in his body were only a shadow of what Kurt felt in his heart.

Blaine gave himself over to Kurt’s love. He gave his body and his words, his hips thrusting to the rhythm of Kurt’s sucking, his lips pouring out profanity and praise and oh fuck God, I love you Kurt, yes, yes, feels so fucking good, I have to, I'm going to—oh Kurt, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna— and he tried to pull Kurt off but Kurt refused to let go, just kept sucking and sucking and looking up into Blaine’s eyes as if to say give me everything.

So Blaine did.

He gave and he gave, bright pinpoints of light and color flashing against his closed eyelids, and he continued to see them even after he opened his eyes again and watched Kurt swallow, eyes dancing like he’d just received the world’s most precious gift.

Blaine had meant to give Kurt the full in-person tour of the apartment, but maybe that was superfluous, because Kurt apparently remembered enough from the virtual tours to guide them to Blaine’s bedroom when Blaine was too overwhelmed from coming in Kurt’s mouth to lead.

“You still want me to fuck you?” Kurt whispered in Blaine’s ear after setting him down on the bed.

“Yes, please,” Blaine said, and Kurt giggled and said how unfailingly polite he was, which made Blaine giggle too.

Being next to Kurt here felt just as natural as it had in the park. The ease and simplicity with which they touched each other, the unselfconscious nakedness, skin and muscle pressed together, every inch touching or longing to be touched; Blaine’s body opening up to Kurt, taking him in.

Kurt quenched a longing inside Blaine for contact and intimacy that predated the lockdowns, that had existed even as Blaine had dated previous boyfriends and hooked up with one-night stands. Being with Kurt went deeper than skin and muscle. It burrowed into the center of Blaine, peeling back layers of doubt and shame to bring his heart into the light.

~~~

They spent the next few weeks going back and forth between apartments. Rachel and Cooper both were surprisingly amenable to being kicked out of their respective homes so that Kurt and Blaine could make as much noise as they wanted.

And they made a lot of noise.

Blaine was a talker. That didn’t exactly surprise Kurt, considering how verbose Blaine had been when they'd messed around on the phone. But being talkative during phone sex was a necessity of the medium that didn't necessarily translate into what a person might do in the flesh. For his part, Kurt spoke a lot less when they were in bed together, preferring to use his body to communicate.

If Blaine spoke less now, it was only to the degree that his mouth was busy with other things. But when it wasn't occupied, he talked: please Kurt and oh God and give it to me and yes yes yes yes yes. The more excited he got, the more he babbled steady streams of dirty, loving praise of Kurt’s body and his cock and his touch and the way they made Blaine feel. It turned Kurt on like crazy.

Blaine’s cock had many praiseworthy things that could be said about it as well—he gave as well as he took, and he took with an enthusiasm that mesmerized Kurt—but Kurt wasn’t as good at forming words in the heat of passion. Instead, his appreciation came out as guttural moans and sighs and delighted cries that were so startlingly loud they learned to keep the windows shut whenever they made love.

Kurt had never been this expressive with previous lovers, but it was easy with Blaine.  When they were together, he forgot about things like propriety and embarrassment. All that mattered was how they could make each other feel. And Blaine made Kurt feel things far beyond what he was used to feeling with another person.

Like right now, riding Blaine, feeling so perfectly full and Blaine looking up at him in awed wonder, stroking Kurt’s cock in time to Kurt’s movements—up and down, up and down, the friction delicious and everywhere, inside him and around him and he was wrapped in Blaine’s voice, oh God Kurt yes fuck you’re so beautiful I love you, come on me, fuck me, use my cock I want you to feel it, feel how much I love you—and Kurt was making a sound that was an ungodly mix of pigeon, crow, and common loon, but that naturally only seemed to turn Blaine on even more. Oh Kurt yes do it oh god Kurt you feel so good …

And Kurt felt all the knots inside himself loosening, the tethers going slack, and he was flying, flying, soaring up—and Blaine was soaring in tandem with him, mouth open and eyes locked on Kurt’s, vaulting to the heavens.

“You make me so happy,” Kurt whispered against Blaine’s skin a few minutes later, when they had both come back down to the ground.

Blaine’s arm was wrapped around Kurt. He pulled him in closer and kissed him on the forehead. “I couldn’t ask for more. I can’t even imagine my life without you now.”

“Good. Because I’m planning to keep you around.”

~~~

They were so lost in their honeymoon that it took an extraordinary amount of time for either of them to grow suspicious about their respective roommates’ enthusiasm for accommodating their sex schedule.  The idea that there was anything to even be suspicious about didn't cross either of their minds until one morning after Kurt had slept over at Blaine’s place.

They had set an alarm for 4:30 a.m. so they could be at the park by sunrise for prime birdviewing, but Kurt’s morning erection had made Blaine wide awake even earlier, and when Kurt sleepily opened his eyes and asked if it was time to get up yet and Blaine said no, he had smiled and nestled up to Blaine and whispered, “But you are already up,” with his hand cupping Blaine’s erection and … well.

With Cooper sleeping in the next room and Blaine’s tendency to babble like a house wren at dawn and Kurt’s tendency to moan like a rufous hornbill, the obvious solution was to stuff their mouths with each other's dicks so they could come together as quietly as possible.

But all this effort at silence turned out to be for naught. When Blaine went into the kitchen while Kurt finished up in the bathroom, the door to the apartment opened and in walked Cooper—not in the clothes he wore for his occasional morning runs, but in the smart summer outfit Blaine had seen his brother in the afternoon before.

Blaine's mouth fell open.

“Good morning, Blaine!” Cooper said cheerfully. “You’re up early!”

“Not really. Sunrise is in half an hour.”

Cooper glanced at his watch. “I guess I should get to bed then.”

“You haven't been already?”

“Well, yes, but … to my own bed.”

They hadn’t expanded their COVID bubble. The implication was clear. “You … and … Rachel … are …”

“Fucking? Yes.”

Cooper’s face turned blurry as Blaine wrinkled his face up in disgust. “Spare me the details!”

Cooper cackled. “Oh, come on! That’s hardly detailed. And as if you aren't getting up to equally lurid things with Kurt.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because it doesn’t involve my brother.”

Cooper laughed again. “Well, now you know how I feel.” He walked over to refrigerator and pulled out basket of strawberries, popping one into his mouth. “We've had a bet going on about how long it would take you two oblivious lovebirds to figure it out. I guess I lose, because I was sure it wouldn't be until I'm 64.”

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“I know we didn't schedule this, but do you mind going over to Cooper's apartment for a while? I've invited Blaine over for a booty call.”

Rachel barely looked up from her script. “Okay.”

Kurt peered at her. He had been eighty-five percent sure something was going on when he walked into Blaine’s kitchen that morning and found Cooper at the table in the same outfit he'd been wearing the day before. Rachel's total indifference to being kicked out of her own apartment ratcheted his certainty up to ninety-nine percent. “‘Okay?’ What happened to Rachel Berry? Aren't you going to put up a fight for control of this apartment?”

“Why should I? It’s been all mine for most of the last twenty-four hours. Besides, Cooper is much better for reading lines with than you are.”

“I bet that's not all he's good at.”

Rachel's cheeks flushed. “Of course not. He's a triple threat, like me. He's very talented.”

“I’m sure he is.” Kurt waggled his eyebrows.

 “Indicate precisely what you mean to say, Kurt Hummel.”

“You’re shtupping my boyfriend's brother!”

Rachel huffed and crossed her arms. “And your point is?”

“My point is, you've been sneaking around under our noses. You knew all about me and Blaine, and I didn't know anything about you two until this morning when I saw Cooper wearing the same clothes he was wearing yesterday.”

“Kurt, we haven't been sneaking around. You just didn't notice.”

Kurt frowned. She was right. Thinking over the past few weeks, Rachel hadn't hidden a thing. She just hadn't come out and said it, and Kurt had been too busy falling in love to pay attention to the clues. “Am I a terrible roommate?”

“What? No! We’ve been less up in each other's business since Blaine came around. That’s all. I think it's healthy. You know, boundaries and such. If I had needed to confide in you, I would have. But there's not really anything to confide other than that woman has her needs, and Cooper is great at fulfilling them.”

“I could have lived without you confiding that.”

Rachel chortled and picked her script back up. A few minutes later, not looking up from her script, she said, “Though I'm kind of curious to compare notes, considering they are brothers. For science. I wonder if their genetic relationship and related upbringing manifests in similar proclivities and techniques.”

Kurt plugged his ears and sang lalalalalalala.

~~~

Many years from now, there may be a feature in People magazine about the lavish wedding of Broadway and recording star Rachel Berry to long-time lover and TV detective Cooper Anderson.

Or there may not.

But it’s certain that Kurt and Blaine will be married long before then.

Blaine accidentally proposes to Kurt their first winter together. They're in bed, Blaine’s legs spread wide as Kurt works his Valentine’s Day gift into him. It's a bird-themed dildo—a work of art, really, made of clear lucite with colorful feathers suspended inside its body that was way over Kurt’s gift budget—but when Kurt saw it, he had to get it, if only for the way it made Blaine burst out laughing when he opened it. He’s not laughing now, though. He's begging, and praising, and complaining-but-not-really that it’s colder than Kurt’s cock or even the silicon he’s more used to and oh fuck Kurt Jesus it's big.

“Is it too much? Do you want to take a break?”

“Nonononono don’t stop, don’t ever stop, it feels so good, you’re a genius Kurt, this is the best Valentine's Day gift ever, this is—”

“That’s not the whole gift, Blaine.”

“Oh?”

Kurt reaches under the pillow with his free hand and pulls out a small package that he hands to Blaine. “Here. Open it.”

“How do you expect me to open this up with the world’s biggest dildo up my ass?”

“You can open up a condom with a dildo up your ass.” Kurt smirks. “Besides, it's not that big. It's just less flexible than you're used to. That’s why it feels so big.”

“But it's also got that bump over my prostate that … oh god Kurt, you’re terrible, you’re the worst, I love you—” And he pants sloppy kisses into Kurt’s mouth as Kurt continues to twist the dildo back and forth over Blaine’s sensitive spot.

Somehow throughout this, Blaine does manage to get the package open. Inside it is a pair of black thong underwear with an open front—absolutely impractical for daily wear, but perfectly suited for Kurt’s plans. Kurt teases the scanty fabric down Blaine’s body until he’s down at Blaine’s toes, then stretches it out to pull it up over his legs, setting the thong firmly between his ass cheeks to hold the toy in place. The fabric in the front circles snugly around Blaine’s balls and protruding cock, framing them like a gift for Kurt.

Kurt nuzzles against the underside of Blaine's cock and wets it with his tongue and then a little lube, listening to the profuse praise bubbling from Blaine’s throat. “See?” Kurt says as he crawls back up Blaine’s body and nestles his crevice against Blaine’s cock, rocking back and forth, teasing Blaine into his opening. “This way I can fuck you both ways at the same time.”

Blaine’s eyes go dark with desire. “God, Kurt, you’re so perfect. Please marry me. Please.”

Kurt goes still in surprise.

Blaine looks just as surprised, and slightly terrified. He shifts as if he’s preparing to pull away, but Kurt doesn’t move. “I didn’t mean to ruin—”

“Yes,” Kurt says.

Relief washes over Blaine’s face. “Really?”

“Yes.” Kurt feels a rush of warmth through his body, and it’s not just because Blaine’s dick is up his ass. It’s because he’s the happiest man alive, and this moment is perfect. Who could ask for more? Not Kurt. Blaine is everything he’s ever wanted. “My answer is yes.”

Blaine cries a little. They both do. It’s moving and it’s hot and they proceed to have the best sex of their lives up to that point. Afterward, they cuddle and imagine their future together. They discuss possible wedding venues and budgets. Unlike when he was planning his father’s wedding to his stepmother, Kurt does not suggest hiring doves and feeding them glitter. He has a better understanding of bird biology these days.

It's in the spring of another year that they wed in the New York Botanical Garden, holding the ceremony in the morning because that’s when the birds are most musical. Orchard orioles and eastern towhees provide accompaniment to their vows—but for once, neither of them turns toward the source of the singing. Their eyes and ears are only for each other, their hands clasped as they walk each other through this moment that, like the first time they touched, is both monumental and second-nature: an inevitable outgrowth of the love that brought them together, and a simple acknowledgement that they belong together, evermore.

[namtanlovesfilm]

babygirl gawin who's as light as a feather is everything to me! the way he's being carried in mgb as if he's an angel, a princess, a precious ethereal being, I love him sm I feel feral about him 😭😭😭😭

yup that was my thought the whole trailer lmao, not him going from being one of the tallest at gmmtv to being carried around like it's effortless 😆 I agree that he looks so good in this trailer like... idk that golden blood is giving him a glow, babygirl is the perfect descriptor indeed!!!

xxx

[william-loves-fishing]

@detective-fez

prev Fez immediately stood up when Will approached, as a startled cat does. He cleared his throat, retrieving the box of donuts and his lunchbox from Willy’s desk. He laughed, not knowing where his head was. “Uh! No, I’m okay. I can just check out the map board thing in the hall, besides I think Patty told me where to go.” He paused for a beat, collecting information. “I’d like to meet any of your relatives, it’s cool that you have a sibling, I have a sister.” He smiled. Then headed to the door, awkwardly standing by it but not leaving just yet. Then, he realized Will had just called him one of his favorite people. Fez would hug Will if he didn't have precious cargo in his hands.

"Oh! Right! You're here for the cool and epic serious detective business! Go get them, tiger!" He grinned a little and gave Fez a little side hug, nudging Fez's shoulder playfully. Will looked very happy about everything, especially that there was no visible awkwardness between them anymore. "You have a sister!? And you never told me!? Aww, she must have been just as cool as you! You should tell me about her sometime."

William let the detective go and opened the door for him, trying to be very polite with the guest in his office.

"Let's decide the day we want to hang out on the phone, okay? And please don't disappear…" His last sentence sounded a bit sad, but he shook it off immediately. "And maybe a phone call instead of a text? At least… Sometimes? But I understand if you don't like phone calls… My phone is just a little too old to text all the time."

Will chuckled awkwardly, pulled his "prehistoric" phone out of his pocket and showed it to his friend.