#he brings the peace ring back every once in a while

[persephoneflouwers]

he no longer uses the peace ring, he no longer sings songs that are explicitly reported to louis, he no longer uses the blue bandana, he demonstrates that he is really in other places, while louis is on the other side of the continent, he is removing all the elements that were reported to louis precisely to demonstrate that they are no longer together. louis' end of show songs are breakup songs, fift is a breakup album, especially headline, not to mention hsh's loml which is about not loving the person anymore.

It kinda surprises me the amount of disagreement I feel towards this list of events. Genuinely flabbergasted that we listen, see and experience the same situations but perceive them sooooo differently.

It’s definitely interesting, but you lost me at fitf is a breakup album bc my friend, that album tells me literally nothing about their relationship status lmao

[dollgxtz]

Ok a fic where reader and sylus are at a business meeting, she “offers” herself as payment (maybe as a joke or just to rile sylus idk) and he makes sure to remind her who she belongs to? Please???

Kindred Spirits

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, possessiveness, ownership, spanking, hitting, slight blood mention, pet names like kitten & sweetie, creampie, rough sex, crying, slight fluff at the end :3

AN: Anon ur a literal genius. This has Sylus written all over it. Im so happy to be back posting another story for you all! Also happy to announce my masterlist is now complete and can be found in my pinned! Ty all! Enjoy and remember, my asks are open for any character, Sylus is just my husband LOL. Remember to read my pinned before requesting please! This is a bit tamer than my other stories but trust I am cooking up some deviant content as soon as I publish this one :33

“Finally…”

You nearly collapse near your front door. A whole week of your life. Gone. To what you ask? Dealing with wanderers on a special aid mission. Sure sure, the job paid well but it had been weeks since your last off day. Every time it seemed like one was around the corner here they go with some emergency call and a spill about how some rich politician needed help or something.

You were starting to get tired of cleaning up other people’s mistakes.

You fumbled with your keys, fingers numb from the biting cold. The wind whipped around you, making you shiver as you tried to fit the right key into the lock. Your breath came out in visible puffs, and you could feel the frustration building with each failed attempt. Finally, with a relieved sigh, you heard the click of the lock turning.

The still warm air is such a welcoming contrast to the wind and biting cold outside. You quickly shut your door and melt to the floor, your feet aching with relief as the pressure you had been putting on them subsided. Peace at last. Time for a hot shower an-

Your peace was cut short with the distinct tone of your phone ringing. And not just any ring tone. The one you had set specifically for a certain white haired man that only ever brought trouble. Wondering if you should even pick up, you bring the phone to your face, knowing that you were going to answer regardless.

“Sylus…I’m really tired. Can we talk lat-"

“Long time no see kitten. You should stop by for a bit, hm?”

You roll your eyes, suppressing the urge to scoff out loud. Arrogant prick, you think, irritated by his inability to let you finish a sentence without interrupting. How did he even know you were home now?

You sigh deeply, feeling the tension building, and rub your temples to alleviate the mounting frustration. No, you tell yourself firmly. You wouldn’t put up with this today. Maybe another day, but definitely not today.

"Actually, no. I just returned from a week-long aid mission. Not today," you say firmly, aiming to be clear and resolute in your decision to stay put. Sylus however, seems to sense the cracks in your resolve and only responds with a chuckle.

“I want to see you. I’ll have Luke and Kieran come get you since you’re so tired”.

“Hu-”

“See you soon. They’re en route. Ciao”

The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call. For whatever reason, your ever growing frustration simply dissipates, defeat taking its place. You should be used to this by now. Sylus always gets what he wants. And you always let him. It goes without saying that it’s the same way for you as well. At least, Sylus always gives you what you want if it doesn’t interfere with his need to lay his eyes on you at least once in awhile. He knew that you wouldn’t push this though. You both knew.

Deep down, you wanted to see him too.

You asked Luke and Kieran to wait outside for a bit while you took a brisk shower and freshened up. Those two had always been very patient and understanding. You felt bad “bossing” them around, and yet they always insisted that you could. Though Luke had admitted on one occasion that he never expected to be helping a girl find hair ties or carrying shopping bags while working for Onychinus.

The statement had made you laugh a bit. You finally finish dressing in some plain sweats and rush to the car. Luke and Kieran are waiting outside of a dark colored jeep. Not too flashy as to not draw attention, but it was still clearly very expensive.

“Actually miss, Boss wanted you to wear these” Luke says, holding out an expensive looking dress. Clearly designed by hand and tailored to your measurements. Kieran follows his lead, holding out a box containing a pair of earrings and a lavish looking necklace.

“Huh? What’s this for? A date?”

“Business. That’s all he said” Kieran chimed in. Although you couldn’t see their faces, you knew they had no reason to lie to you about this.

“Ah. Dragging me into more trouble. Got it”.

When the three of you finally arrived to the location, the sun had already set for the day. You darted your eyes back and forth, squinting above at the bright neon sign of the establishment.

“We’re not going to the N109 Zone? This is a nightclub…” you mutter, taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings. When did this even get here? There were plenty of clubs in Linkon of course, but you never seemed to notice this one. Not that you knew much about the night life to begin with. People were lined up at the entrance, chatting, fixing makeup, or texting.

“Boss wants you here. He’s waiting inside. Enjoy your time miss” Luke said, amusement written all over his tone. He gets out of the passenger seat to open the door and lend you a hand. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to appear shaken up by the situation. Sylus was always full of surprises. This was no different, act confident.

At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself. After getting almost immediate entrance into the club with just a simple nod from the guard, you enter. As you walk inside the club, Luke and Kieran not far behind you, you can tell this was no ordinary night club. Everyone here was dressed lavishly and sharp, clearly possessing power and ulterior motives. A few eyes lay on you as you walk in, and you feel your hands start to sweat.

Keep cool. This isn’t the first time you’ve been around high ranking individuals. This is probably some test he set up…right? Or some kind of joke to get a laugh?

Clenching your fists, your eyes dart and search for a tall figure with white hair, feeling more nervous by the second that you don’t see him. You’re about to turn around and ask one of the twins, but at last your gaze settles on him, sipping on a glass of Gin Fizz. He’s sitting in a velvety booth by himself, people watching. He’s wearing his black button up with red streaks across it, coat hanging on his shoulders per usual. As if he felt you staring, his eyes shift to meet yours. He sets down his glass, giving you you a small smirk. His eyes narrow, sending a very clear message.

Come here.

As if you were suddenly possessed, your feet seem to start moving on their own. You weren’t sure if you were relieved to see him or if it was just the relief of seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. You take a few deep breaths as you approach, readying your witful replies to any of his attempts to make fun of you. Without making any sound or looking at him, you quietly slide in next to him.

“You look nice. Seems I was right about this look on you” Sylus says, taking another sip of his drink. His eyes wander up and down behind the glass, seemingly devouring you. You squirm under his gaze.

“Hm. Thanks. This gift is the least you can do after dragging me to do whatever you want on a whim once again” you scoff, eyeing the full glass that sits on the table. It’s another glass of Gin Fizz, probably for Sylus. There’s three other very empty glasses on the table.

This man can definitely hold his alcohol.

He chuckles, taking a finger and pushing the glass of Gin closer to you.

“Don’t be like that sweetie. Loosen up a bit, you’ll need it”

“For what exactly? Business?” you mock, picking up the Gin. You didn’t exactly like the taste of this particular alcohol of choice but Sylus was right about one thing. Some liquid courage was definitely needed for whatever shenanigans he was dragging you into tonight.

“Yeah. Figured I could use Linkon’s darling Miss Hunter as backup” Sylus chuckles, watching you nearly choke as you take three big gulps of the drink. You squeeze your eyes in disgust as you finish the rest of the glass, shooting a death glare in his direction as you set it down.

“You’re perfectly capable. Don’t mock me Sylus”. You grit your teeth in irritation, almost ready to rip him to shreds with your words. Clearly your tone has no effect on him though, as all you get in return is a soft smile. Sylus places a hand on your upper leg, slowing sliding his fingers under your dress. You gasp, the coldness of his fingers making you twitch a bit. The warmness of your skin mixed with his cold touch makes the sensation feel like icy fire.

“Or what? You’ll use this on me?” he smirks, tugging on the concealed gun strapped under your dress. “I’m all for it honestly”

You slap his hand away, the woozy feeling from the Gin Fizz starting to kick in. What was in this drink? It was strong. Too strong.

“Pervert. Always touching me, making fun of me. Maybe I will shoot you. Again.” you growl, turning your head away from him. You attempt to scoot away as well, but are met with a strong grip around your waist as you’re pulled into closer proximity with him. Sylus grabs your chin and lifts it towards his face. He leans down a bit, the smell of alcohol and his bourbon vanilla cologne making you feel even more dizzy.

“You can put your claws away now kitten. Don’t make me have to melt your little tantrum away” he coos, gently caressing your face with his thumb.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, desperately searching your sluggish brain for a comeback but finding yourself too flustered to form any words. The look in Sylus’s eyes shifts from a smug expression to a much softer, almost tender gaze, and you wonder what his next move will be. Your face starts to burn as you feel heat rising in your core, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic sets in as you consider the possibilities, your mind racing with the fear of what might come next.

Don’t tell me he’s going to…?!

"You're so...confusing" you mutter.

You’re just about to try and squirm from his grip, when Luke and Kieran tap on the table, catching yalls attention.

“Boss man, Val says he’s ready for ya” Luke says, nonchalantly ignoring the scene that’s displayed in front of him. Sylus releases your face, his face going serious again. He gets up, reaching out a hand to help you out of the booth.

“Time for business, sweetie”

You’re guided by the twins and Sylus past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to a somewhat hidden room located downstairs. The area the stairs led to was blocked off by a singular rope, clearly only meant for a select crowd.

In the room there’s a long black table, cards and chips all over it. There’s a few prominent figures already seated, along with a few bodyguards standing near the door. Sylus pulls a seat out for you, before taking his own. You study the figure that’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit. He’s short, a bit chubby, dark hair, smoking a cigar. A scar sits angrily on his forehead and you wonder what kinda grudges led to such an injury. He notices you looking at him, and gives you a devilish grin. Some of his teeth are crooked or missing.

All that money and he can't fix his smile?

You shudder. Sylus looks over at you, and back to the man at the head of the table. He’s reading you, clearly sensing your nervousness. He says nothing, simply reaching a hand over to rest on your thigh.

“Was starting to think you were going to keep me waiting Sylus. Seems you didn’t run after all” he laughs, wheezing a bit as he takes another puff of his cigar. You wrinkle your nose a bit as the potent smell hits your senses.

“I couldn’t turn down a game of cards with my dear old friend” Sylus says, irritation coating the last word. “Let’s keep things civil this time, hm Valentino?”

Valentino bursts into laughter, clearly amused. Despite his laughter, you couldn’t ignore the murderous tension in the air. Something tells you this isn’t any regular game of cards. You gulp, trying to force yourself to look at everyone at the table and smile.

“Well hello little lady. Sylus, you didn’t tell me you kept such gorgeous company…” Val says, his eyes snaking all over your body. You feel Sylus squeeze your thigh, clearly irritated. He pulls out a coin from his coat pocket, seemingly trying to channel his frustrations into something else.

“You know I’m not really the type to share, Val. She’s all mine. Down to every single strand of hair”. Sylus ends, catching the coin and shooting a glare in the man’s direction. It was plain, but conveyed a message very well.

You feel your palms start to sweat. Was he being serious right now?? You side eye him, trying to piece out whether or not this was some kind of facade you’re supposed to play into. Valentino clearly takes Sylus’s words as a challenge.

“I’ll give you twenty million for her. Maybe fifty million if you make her give us a little strip show. What do ya say? She looks so soft. Probably makes cute noises too…~” he chuckles, likely enjoying the look of surprise that washes across your face.

Sylus remains quiet, his face unmoving, frozen in a pissed glare. You don’t know if it was the alcohol you drank earlier, or if it was some inkling of an attempt to dissipate the tension, but you clear your throat and begin to speak.

“Well Sylus? You can share can’t you? It’s quite the generous offer Mr. Valentino. I’m quite flattered actually.” you express, putting on your best smug look. Sylus stiffens, a somewhat shocked expression washing over him. Valentino erupts into yet another fit of laughter, seemingly unable to contain himself. Turning to look back at Sylus, you see it in his face briefly. An uncaged look of rage before it quickly dissipates.

Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.

Far too late to stop now though.

“You heard the lady Sylus. Why don’t you try sharing just this once? What I would give to taste that sweet little body of he-”

Sylus slams a revolver on the table, then calmly starts picking up cards from the deck.

"I'd suggest you stop talking and start playing the game, Mr. Valentino," Sylus snarls, his words dripping with venom. The fury in his voice is palpable, and it's clear he's reached the end of his patience.

You give Val a sly look, feigning pity. “Ah, sorry Valentino. Seems this one can’t quite let me go yet”. You don’t know what you were trying to achieve, but it’s certainly not working to dissipate any tension. Val doesn’t respond to you though, all his focus on Sylus now.

“My dear friend. You should know me by now. There’s something I’m much more interested in now than some money. Now I want the girl, or nothing”.

Valentino wears a shit eating grin on his face, soaking in the fact that he thinks he’s gained some control of the situation, unaffected by the gun on the table. Sylus simply sighs, rubbing his fingers against the temple of his forehead.

“I see where this is going then”.

You barely process what’s happening before everything and everyone starts moving. As soon as Sylus begins to stand, Valentinos guards start shooting. Sylus wastes no time flipping the large table, sending the cards and game chips flying everywhere. You yelp as he yanks you towards him using his body and the table to shield the oncoming attack of bullets. You hear Luke and Kieran joining in the frenzy, yelling obscenities as they begin shooting their own hidden weapons.

You swiftly reach for the weapon concealed beneath your dress, your fingers brushing against the cool metal as you draw it out. Turning to face Sylus, you ready yourself for his instructions, your body tense with anticipation. Instead of giving you orders, he locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing through you with an intensity that feels like it's reaching into your very soul. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken tension as bullets whip past the both of you, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in response.

“I need you alive for what’s coming sweetie. Pay attention, stay close”

You blink. Twice. Unable to process his words before he yanks you both up, one hand using his evol to send the table crashing into several bodyguards. The four of you fight your way through the onslaught of people coming into the door, before eventually dashing up the stairs. People are running in all directions, seemingly caught up in the chaos of everything. You all manage to make it out the door and into the brisk cold air, the twins quickly hopping into the car to whisk you away.

“Go on, I’ll catch up soon” Sylus states, hurriedly pushing you into the car and slamming the door before you could protest. He signals Kieran to drive off, and that he does.

“He’s…going to level the building. Isn’t he?” you sigh, sighing at the fact that Sylus seemed to conveniently forget that this was in fact not the lawless land of the N109 Zone. No doubt the Hunter’s Association would have to investigate for potential wanderer activity, and that would be a lot of paperwork.

"It's fine. He owned that place anyway. He'll just build another," Luke says, his voice calm and unbothered. Just as the words leave his mouth, a deafening boom erupts behind the car, shaking the ground beneath yall. The explosion's shockwave rattles the windows, and the sky lights up with a fiery glow, cutting off Luke's next sentence mid-breath.

You groan.

The twins did drive you to the N109 this time, swiftly helping you out the car and into Sylus’s private villa. When you entered the front door, a nightgown and lacy underwear were laid neatly out for you in his room, your arrival clearly anticipated.

It wasn’t more than an hour before Sylus waltzed in the front door, eyeing your slouching figure on the couch. You sit up as soon as you see him, still somewhat annoyed.

“What took you so damn long? Also do you have to level every building you come across?” you spat, glaring at him. He says nothing though, walking straight past you and into his room.

“Huh? Sylus?? What the hell…”

Not liking the feeling of being ignored, you hurriedly chased after him. You had never really been uncomfortable barging into his room. You had done it plenty of times at this point, the first time being when he had challenged you to steal the brooch from him. No point in being shy now. He’s fumbling with something in his drawer when you reach up to tap his shoulder.

“Sylus! Don’t ignore me, I know you ca-”

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist before you can touch him. His gaze is unreadable, cold even. You start to sweat, trying to take your arm back. But he only squeezes tighter.

"I was hoping you'd leave me be so I could calm down. But of course you're as petulant as ever" he says.

"Let go! What's wrong with you!?" You attempt to remove his hand from your wrist but he doesn't budge.

“Go to the bed. Place your hands on it” he says, face unchanging.

“Huh??”

“I don’t like to repeat myself”.

You freeze for only a moment before quickly moving to the bed. You meticulously put your hands where instructed, something deep in your core telling you that it’s likely best to listen for now. However, you can’t help to look over your should to quip at Sylus. You’re slightly bent at an angle, trying your best to keep your balance.

“What’s this about? I’m not that upset that you reduced the building to rubble”

Sylus snakes his way behind you, quietly, as if thinking of what to say. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the ends of your nightgown and moving the soft fabric around in his fingers. You feel the heat rise to your face, the skin of your ass feeling a slight gush of cold air.

“You like playing games with me, don’t you? Testing me” he says coldly, fingers trailing up the back of your legs slowly. You shiver, attempting to squirm away. His evol appears around you, its tight grip making you cry out.

Oh. This was about that.

“Huh?? No, I was just playing along. Just friendly banter yknow?” you say, voice wavering. You’ve clearly pissed him off. A part of you knows it’s a slight lie. You didn’t want to admit it out loud but it was kind of amusing to see Sylus get so riled up over something. Over you especially. But you hadn’t exactly done it fully on purpose. It was the alcohol.

But you knew he wasn’t buying it, as observant as he was.

“Sure. You were just pretending to act like a stray kitten trying to find a new owner?” he smirks, his fingers beginning to trace circles over the cloth of your panties. You let out a small whine, his touch just barely grazing your already wet cunt.

“Owner? I don’t belong to you. Or anyone” you scoff, the resolve in your voice wavering with every little circle he completes on your skin. You almost whine in disappointment when he pulls away.

“And yet…” Sylus trails off, leaving you with aching curiosity before you’re met with stinging pain on your ass. You cry out, unable to move with his evol still snaked around you. “You did exactly what I told you to do just now, wear the clothes I leave out for you, and practically melt everytime I even barely touch you”.

“Sylus?! What the hell was that…?!” you exclaim, trying your hardest to process his words and the situation at hand. He doesn’t respond, proceeding to gently caress the spot where he smacked you. The stinging pain gently eases away, and you feel yourself relaxing with his touch once again. He once again trails his fingers down to your clothed pussy, rubbing slow and meticulous circles around it. You start to whine, attempting to push yourself into his fingers for more friction. He pulls his hand away, making a disapproving sigh.

“Acting like you’re in heat per usual” he chuckles, watching as you wiggle around under the grip of his evol. “This is a punishment”.

“For what? Cause I let some sick and ugly looking crime boss think he had a chance with me?”

Sylus wastes no time bringing his hand to your ass again, earning another painful whine out of you. You feel tears forming in your eyes that you can’t wipe away. He’s certainly not holding back his strength, and yet you know this isn’t even a third of the force he could use on you.

“For entertaining him” he says plainly.

Another smack.

“Another for stupidly handing over your life, body and soul for a measly twenty million”

An even harder hit, this one fueled by rage.

“And lastly…”

You nearly choke as he delivers the final blow, your ass definitely bruising by now. Sylus offers no comfort this time, instead leaning down next to your crying face, breath hot against your ear.

“For forgetting that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Kindred spirits remember?”

You have no chance to respond before he’s flipping you on your back, your nightgown flying up to reveal your wet panties.

“I-im sorry, Sy” you choke, tears blurring your vision.

“Show me then, sweetie. Spread your legs. Wide” he instructs, reaching up to brush your tears away. This isn’t done lovingly, more like calculated and cold.

This is far from over.

You silently but shakingly open your legs, your ass still painfully aching from his assault. You’re surprised when he doesn’t rip your underwear in two, choosing to rather peel them off your legs slowly. You notice the hunger in his eyes as he does so, as if savoring the view of your cunt at his fingertips. A small drop of arousal pools down your ass, and Sylus scoops it up with one finger.

You watch as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring the drop of you with swiftness. His piercing gaze never leaves yours though, and you want to suddenly run away and hide. This is beyond thrilling, but you try your best to remain as still as possible, scared that he’ll think you’re enjoying it too much and punish you accordingly.

You suddenly can’t take the tension anymore, and close your eyes. You hear the sound of Sylus removing his belt from its loops, then the loud clang as it hits the floor. You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself over you, his face stopping just inches over yours, indicated by the sudden feel and warmth of his breath. He grabs your face in his hand and squeezes your jaw. Hard.

“Look at me kitten” he commands, his tone filled with unkempt rage and anger. Your eyes fly open, terrified.

“I’m the only one that will ever taste you. Repeat it” he says. Before you can get a word out, he’s pushing the fat tip of his cock in your entrance. You cry out in agony, nowhere near ready to have been penetrated. But he doesn’t stop filling you.

“Repeat it. Or I’ll hit you again. Do you want that?”

“You’re t-the…ah!” you whine, his cock halfway inside you at this point. Your poor cunt feels like it’s being impaled, splitting pain soaring through your core.

“Try again”

You let out a whimper, trying your best to push through the pain and put thoughts into words.

“You’re the oh-only one that gets to taste me” you choke out, voice wavering and your eyes teary. Sylus gives a hard thrust, pushing the rest of his length inside you. You cry out again, feeling like you’re on the verge of passing out. Sylus seems unmoved by your outbursts though.

“And?”

You stare at him, barely able to see his face through the tears. What? What does he mean and? He didn’t say anything else did he?

“Hu-what?”

You hear him sigh with disapproval, giving you yet another hard thrust. And another. And another. You’re clinging onto his back now, nails digging into his skin as the sound of the bed creaking and your pants fill the room. Blood has probably been drawn on his back, not that he’d even notice. You can hear him grunting in your ear, clearly enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him when you tense from the pain. Although it still hurts, you can feel yourself accumulating to the shape and size of his length, and the pain lessons a bit more with each thrust. He stops once again, tilting your face in his grip.

“What did I say you forgot? Or is this kitten filled with too much cock to think straight now?” he mocks. You can hear the smile on his face despite not being able to see him clearly. Heat creeps up on your cheeks as you wrack your brain for answers.

“I-you…we’re kindred spirits?”

“Before that sweetie”

You blink the tears on your face away, your vision becoming a bit more clear. Although he’s still gazing down at you, his expression is not as angry as before. Seems he’s gotten a bit of his pent up anger out now.

“I belong to you, Sylus” you say, voice small and whiny from crying. That’s definitely what he wanted to hear, as he began to pepper kisses on your neck, on your cheek, and eventually resting on your lips. You greedily return his affection, leaning into this feverish kiss, the both of you only periodically stopping to pant for air between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead with yours, gazing into your eyes once more.

“And I belong to you. What’s mine is yours. All of it”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s thrusting again, this time with a continuous and steady pace. You cling onto him, the exchange of flowery words and rigorous thrusting already bringing you on the verge of ecstasy. Sylus already noticed long before you did though, as he brought his hand between the two of you, circling your clit further your stimulation.

“Go ahead, come undone for me” he whispers, voice strained for nearly being at his end too. Your body obeys, unraveling and writhing with pleasure as Sylus continues to pound into you. You ride your orgasm to its end, till the touching of your clit becomes too much and you whine from overstimulation.

“Sylus…!” you moan, and he stops, already at the start of his own climax. You shudder as you feel him spill into you, his seed immediately beginning to pool down your cunt and to your ass. He pulls his heavy cock out of you, a feeling of emptiness taking its place. For a moment nothing is said, just the sound of the both of you catching your breath.

You decide to break the silence.

“Sylus…I’m really sorry” you start, looking up at him. He simply chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up to grab a rag from the bathroom.

“You’ve taken your punishment quite well, why are you apologizing again sweetie?” he says from the bathroom, coming back to wipe you clean. You scoff, slightly tensing from the coldness of the cloth.

“Hmph. Fine, I take it back then. I’m holding a grudge anyways for how hard you hit me”

He simply sighs as he finishes wiping you up. “Back with the infamous wit already? Can’t a man catch a break?”

You sit up, feeling emboldened once more.

“Nope. Maybe don’t hit me with the strength of a thousand suns next time and we’ll see”

Sylus tosses the rag in a laundry basket, making his way back to your side. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you in his warmth. You can’t help but smile against his chest.

“Well, good thing I have all night to make it up to you”

You lightly pinch his side, giggling into his embrace. A question crosses your mind.

"Did you mean it Sylus? We belong to each other?"

Sylus took your face in his hand, giving you a slight smile.

"I don't say stuff I don't mean. You know this"

That's the furthest he was willing to explain it. At least for now. Who knows what kind of power trip would ensue if you truly knew how much you had the big bad leader of Onychinus wrapped around your finger.

[incognit0slut]

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3| PART 4

Behind Closed Doors 4

Your frustration over his broken promise melts away as soon as he calls, and you find yourself unexpectedly drawn to his voice, more than you anticipated.

Warnings: (18+, MDNI) Phone sex, mutual (and guided) masturbation, dirty talk ~4.7k words

A/n: this is just me wishing he was on quinn😔 anyway enjoy part 4, this mini series is not dead (i don’t even know how long it will be but let’s just celebrate that I’m finally updating)

All men do is lie, you thought as you flopped onto your bed.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault—but you weren’t in the mood to be reasonable. You remembered that car ride vividly. He had promised you more time together, a moment to finally be alone. Instead, what did you get? A new case, then another, and amidst all the chaos and dodging bullets (literally and metaphorically), you two somehow managed to drift apart.

The past few weeks had been the busiest since you started working at the BAU, and that was saying a lot, considering there was never really a moment of peace when you worked for the government. But this time was different, it seemed even more chaotic than usual. Every time you thought of bringing up the conversation with him—or maybe sneak in a little make-out session—something urgent would come up. 

There was never the right time, or the right moment. It felt as if the universe had other plans for you, and none of them involved the two of you getting a moment alone. And before you knew it, you were caught in this maddening cycle of missed opportunities, and the worst thing was, you were sexually frustrated.

This time, you had no one else to blame but him. Ever since he came into the picture, your carefully maintained self-control had started to slip, and now, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t ignore the growing need between your legs. It was aching, throbbing, and even the thought of him was making you hot and restless.

How did he manage to do that? He wasn’t even trying. There was nothing overtly seductive in the way he moved or spoke, and yet every glance, every accidental touch, seemed to affect you. Spencer. Just his name made your breath hitch, your body betraying you. You weren’t proud to admit this, but the mere thought of his fingers brushing your skin had you feeling that first rush of arousal slipping into your panties.

You huffed, considering digging out your pink silicone toy hidden somewhere in your drawer. And while you were contemplating this, knowing it had been a while since you last used it because nothing could compare to the feeling of his touch now, your phone on the bedside table rang.

Maybe the universe was really testing you, because his name flashed across the screen and it took a lot of self-control for you not to pick up on the first ring and demand him to fuck you right there and then, which sounded too crass when you weren’t in the middle of straddling his lap like the last time. So instead, you decided to wait until the sixth ring before you answered with a curt, “Hey.”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “You’re mad at me.”

Could he tell? Of course, he could. He always had an uncanny ability to read you, even over the phone. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“I can almost see you rolling your eyes.”

“I never roll my eyes,” you shot back.

“You rolled your eyes last week when Luke tried to tell us that his dog could sniff out bodies better than our trained ones.”

You suppressed a smile, surprised that he even noticed you giving Luke a once-over at that particular moment. “That was because his dog chases its tail more than it chases leads.”

"And I'm not worthy of an eye roll?"

“Honestly, you deserve more than an eye roll,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

"So you are mad,” he stated, growing quiet for a while. “I’m sorry.”

And now you felt bad. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to clear your thoughts. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel any less better.”

You felt a pang of guilt as you stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t exactly fair to blame him. Serial killers, unfortunately, didn’t come with a schedule, and now Spencer was already on his leave. You recalled the excitement in his voice when he told you about the seminars Emily had arranged for him to teach. He had spoken with an enthusiasm you hadn’t heard in a long time, his eyes practically lighting up every time he mentioned it.

How could you be upset about that?

"I'm not... mad.”

There was a slight teasing note in his voice as he replied, "Just annoyed then?"

You held back a smile. "Maybe a little."

“Anything I can do to help with that?” His voice softened through the phone. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Your thoughts immediately went to the sticky situation between your legs, and you felt a flush of embarrassment. Technically, he could help with that. But could you say that? Should you? 

"I don’t know, depends on what you have in mind,” you replied, trying to steer your mind away from the direction it was heading. There was a pause, a silence that hung in the air as he carefully considered his next words.

"I could… start by telling you how much I miss you?”

Now that, you didn’t expect. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest. Spencer had never really acknowledged his feelings with words when his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it out loud made the emotions between you feel undeniably real. It was as if his words shattered whatever platonic friendship the two of you had built over the past years.

Although you knew your friendship had fundamentally changed the moment he had you pinned on the desk that fine afternoon, it didn’t stop you from questioning about where you truly stood.

"You miss the idea of me," you corrected him, unable to resist yourself.

“You know that’s not true,” he replied gently.

“Do I?”

“Yes, you know me better than that,” he insisted. “You’re a great profiler, you can tell if I’m not being honest.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, despite trying to stay mad at him. "You hate being profiled.”

"That was before I realized how useful your skills are in deciphering my feelings.”

“You know I’d rather you tell me how you feel.”

“I did, I miss you, and you chose not to believe me.”

Your cheeks actually ached from smiling too much. You couldn’t help but feel a warm, tingling sensation spread through you. “Fine,” you sighed, finally giving in. “I believe you.”

“And?”

You rolled onto your side. “And what?”

“Do you not miss my absence at work?”

“Well…”

“Well?” He prompted.

Now how could you tell him you missed more than just his presence? How could you admit that you missed the way he made you feel, the way his breath felt hot against your skin, without sounding obvious or too needy? Because you missed everything about him. His hands, his lips, his tongue—oh dear god, his tongue.

Spencer suddenly called out your name, and you forced yourself to focus, feeling your heartbeat quicken as you cleared your throat.

“Yes, I—I miss you,” you finally admitted.

There was a pause, then his voice came through, lighter, teasing. “Why do you sound like that?”

“…like what?”

“Like you’re out of breath.”

You gripped the sheets tightly, the fabric bunching under your fingers. How could you even begin to explain this to him now that he was onto you? You felt like you were on the verge of a full-blown emotional meltdown. God, if he knew how many times you’d replayed every kiss, every touch, in your mind, he’d never let you live it down.

It was almost laughable, really. Here you were, trying to keep it together, and failing miserably. “It’s just… I really, really miss you.”

“You really miss me? Are you trying to say something?”

You hesitated, your mind scrambling for the right words without revealing too much. “No…?”

“Mhm,” he replied, clearly unconvinced. “You’re not telling me everything.”

You gripped the phone tighter. “I’m just saying... It's hard without you here. You know, in every way.”

“In every way?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling both embarrassed and mortified. “I just... I miss how you make me feel. Physically.”

“Physically?” he pressed. “Can you elaborate?”

“I’m... you know, I’ve been... missing certain things. Certain... activities.”

“Certain activities,” he repeated your words once again. It was then that you realized he was teasing you, clearly enjoying your discomfort a little too much. “You mean like... talking?”

“No. More like... the other stuff we do when we’re alone.”

"I don't understand."

At that point, your embarrassment was gnawing at you. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. “God, Spencer, don’t make me say it,” you groaned, burying your face in your pillow.

“Come on, I need a little more than that.” He sounded both amused and curious. “I’m just making sure I understand you right.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you muttered into the pillow, your voice muffled but still clear enough for him to hear.

“Actually, I don’t think I do. You could be missing so many things, you have to help me out here.”

You turned your head to the side, exasperation coloring your tone. “Spencer…”

"Yes?" he responded innocently.

"You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

"I find precise communication to be very important.”

You let out a groan, feeling the last of your restraint crumble. “Alright! Fine!” you snapped. “I’m horny, okay? And it’s all your fault!”

His laughter rang through the phone, and you could almost see the grin spreading across his face. “My fault?"

"Yes! I feel like a deprived, horny teenager here, and I just…”

You trailed off, hardly believing you had actually said that out loud. The realization hit you like a wave, and for a moment, you wished you could take it back. There was a pause that seemed to stretch on forever and you wondered if you had gone too far.

He finally broke the silence, breathing out your name in a way that made your skin tingle. "You could've told me from the start."

You could, but you’d rather not.

"I didn't want to sound desperate."

"You can be desperate with me,” he said softly. “Just say the word and I’ll give you anything you want.”

If there was one thing Spencer was good at, it was getting under your skin. He really shouldn’t be saying those words, not now, not when it was making you crave him even more. You swallowed, feeling a tightness in your chest, a knot in your stomach. The part of you that always played it safe wanted to retract, to laugh it off as a joke. But then there was that other part, the part that craved his attention, the part that was tired of holding back.

“Tell me, what do you want now?”

You took a deep breath and laid on your back, the words catching in your throat. You felt your pulse quicken.

“I want… you.”

“Tell me how you want me.”

Your fingers trailed over the sheets, your touch light as you imagined it was him beneath your fingertips. “Spencer…”

“Come on,” he pressed. “Tell me.”

You paused, your heart pounding in your chest. You could almost imagine him right in front of you, staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes that always managed to make you melt, coaxing words from you that you barely dared to think, let alone speak.

Just say it. He's waiting. He wants to hear it.

Your hand began to move.

“I… I want your hands on me.”

“Where do you want my hands?”

“Everywhere,” you whispered, your fingers grazing your body as if they were his. You closed your eyes.

“Everywhere?”

You found yourself nodding even though he couldn’t see you.

“On my hips…”

Your hand danced across your hips.

“My stomach…”

Your palm slipped under your shirt, moving slowly up your abdomen, feeling the warmth of your own touch and wishing it was his.

“Between my thighs…”

You paused at the hem of your panties, the only barrier beneath your shirt, hesitating as a flush of warmth spread through you. The line was silent for a moment, save for the sound of his breathing—a soft, heavy rhythm that matched the pounding of your own heart.

“Where else do you want me?”

Your fingers dipped inside the fabric. “I want you lower…”

“Tell me exactly where.”

“Where I’m most sensitive,” you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them.  Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, hips rolling gently as your free hand began to drift south. “Spencer… please…”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“I…”

“Are you?”

“No…”

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

You licked your lips, your breath coming faster. “Maybe.”

“Then do it, no one’s stopping you.”

You hesitated, the reality of the situation sinking in. You couldn’t believe this was happening, that you were having this conversation with him. "This feels so naughty.”

"Naughty can be nice, though, right?" he assured you. "Don't think about it too much. It’s just you and me.”

There really was something about his voice, the way it effortlessly wrapped around you—smooth, coaxing, almost hypnotic. Despite the hesitation that tugged at your mind, your hand began to move lower, and your legs parting involuntarily. A soft gasp escaped your lips when your hand flew right to your pussy, fingers quickly tracing the length of your folds. You were already wet, and you began to spread your arousal towards your clit.

“Spencer…” you whined, feeling the sudden rush of sensations.

“Keep going,” he urged. “Tell me what you feel.”

You closed your eyes. “It feels… good…”

“Describe it to me.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to find the words through the haze of pleasure. “It’s warm and wet… and…”

And you wished he was the one touching you.

You let your mind drift to your fantasy. You imagined it was his fingers circling your clit. You imagined his lips against yours, the way they would move together. You imagined him whispering these words right in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as you writhed beneath him. The fantasy felt so vivid that for a moment, you could almost feel his weight pressing down on you, his presence enveloping you completely.

Your imagination urged you to move faster, but you felt limited by the fabric in the way. You called out his name. “Can I… can I take my, um, underwear off?”

You could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “Of course you can.”

You put your phone down, and with trembling fingers, you slid the fabric down your legs. You discarded them quickly and turned the call to speaker before you settled back on the bed. Your hand returned to your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin. You parted your legs even wider, and as your fingers found their rhythm, a moan escaped you.

“Better?”

You sighed in relief as you continued to rub your clit. “So much better.”

“Keep it slow, okay? We don’t want to rush.”

His voice was low and soothing, and you couldn’t believe how just by his voice he had gotten you so worked up.

“Now press a little harder.” You complied, applying a bit more pressure on your clit. "Right there. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," you gasped, your back slightly arching off the bed.

“I wish I could see you right now," he murmured. “I'd kiss you where you're touching.”

You let your imagination take over. You pictured him with his head right between your thighs, his eyes locked on yours with those intense, pretty eyes. You imagined his mouth moving over your clit, sucking gently while his fingers explored between your folds. The thought was so vivid, so real, that you could almost feel his warm breath against your skin.

The mental image of him looking up at you was almost too much to bear. “Spencer…”

"Keep going. Are your fingers wet?" You could simply moan back a reply, not trusting your own voice. “Now slowly slide in one. Can you do that for me?”

You did as he said, sliding a finger into your wetness. You could feel how tight you were, the slick warmth of your arousal enveloping your skin. You looked down between your legs and watched as you pleased yourself. It wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sight. You had done this countless times before, but never with the voice of a man guiding you, especially Spencer—the last person you’d imagine doing this with.

Yet look at how much effect he had on you.

"You're quiet," his voice suddenly came through. "Are you still with me?"

"Yes," you managed to whisper. "It's just... a lot."

"In a good way, I hope?"

“Very good,” you assured him.

You could practically picture the corner of his lips twitching into a proud smile. “Good,” he recited. “Now try adding another finger.”

You couldn't help a moan escaping your lips as you pushed in your middle finger, the sound louder than you intended.

"How does that feel?"

"Full," you breathed out, adjusting to the sensation.

“Yeah? I bet you’re so tight.”

You were, awfully so. Your walls clenched around your fingers, almost swallowing them as you started to move them in a steady rhythm. The pleasure built in your lower stomach, a warm, coiling tension that made you desperate for more. You needed his voice, you craved his guidance, even from afar.

“Spence…” you whined. “Keep talking, please.”

“You want me to describe how I’d touch you if I were there?”

You moaned in response, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, urging him to continue.

“If I were there,” he began, his voice low, “I’d start by kissing you slowly.”

You could almost feel it, his lips on yours, his tongue probing inside your mouth.

“I’d move lower,” he continued. “Kiss your neck, your collarbone… while my fingers would move along your hips, your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you need me most.”

You whimpered, your fingers moving faster as you followed his vivid description, imagining his touch guiding you.

“I’d tease you, brush my fingers right at your entrance,” he whispered. “Then, I’d slip them inside you, just like you’re doing now.”

Your breaths came in short gasps.

“I’d spread your legs wide,” he continued again, and you heard a faint rustling noise in the background. “I’d move my fingers in… and… out...”

Your legs fell further apart.

“I’d curl my fingers the same way I did that day,” he went on. “Do you remember?”

How could you not? It never truly left your mind. You could picture that day clearly, the feeling of his fingers and mouth working on your sensitive spot seemed to linger in your memory.

“I’d do the same thing that you like,” he proceeded, and you focused on his voice. “I’d lean in close… licking you… sucking you.”

You moaned loudly as the image of his mouth on your clit flashed through your mind. You could almost feel the way he would sloppily lap at you, drinking in every drop of your arousal with each eager flick of his tongue.

“Go faster for me,” he urged. “I-I want to hear how wet you are.”

You followed his words, and the slick sounds of your arousal filled the quiet around you as you imagined him there, his fingers replacing yours. You could hear more noise through the line, the subtle rustle of clothes moving, the faint sound of his breathing growing heavier before he let out a low grunt.

“You make the prettiest sounds,” he breathed out. “Now add another finger.”

Your eyes narrowed into a frown, trying to slip a third finger in but the stretch was too intense for you to continue. “I-I can’t.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed. “Just take it slow. Try to relax.”

You took a deep breath, trying to follow his instructions. You slowly eased in another finger, feeling the awkward stretch but the initial discomfort quickly faded into a deeper pleasure, and you moaned softly.

“Oh, fuck.”

“There you go,” he encouraged. “Feel that? Feel how full you are?”

You hummed a reply.

“That’s how I want you to feel when I’m finally inside you.”

A whine left your lips. In your head, you saw him, his body poised above yours, his cock sliding smoothly into you. You imagined the slick, rhythmic motion, the way each thrust would fill you, stretching you, overwhelming you. You cried out a filthy moan at the thought, unabashed and desperate, as you began to pump your fingers inside your cunt.

“Push deeper for me… I know you can take it.”

You gasped, pushing your fingers as deep as they could go. “I can’t… I need… oh…”

“I know, I know,” he whispered. “You need more. You need me inside you, don’t you?”

“Spencer, please…” you begged, your voice breaking into desperate, choked sobs.

“You want that? You want to feel me stretch you?”

“Yes, yes…” you managed to moan out, your movements became more desperate.

“God, you’d be so tight around me… I’d have your legs spread wide so I… I-I could see how perfect you’d take me.”

You could almost feel his hands on your hips, his body pressing against yours, filling you completely. Your fingers moved frantically, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you felt the tension building to an unbearable peak.

“You’d pull me closer, wouldn’t you? You’d ask for more, like you always do, and I’d give it to you,” he promised. “I’d give it to you so hard… s-so deep…”

And that was when you heard it—the unmistakable sound of wetness, like skin sliding over slick, damp skin. The sound was filthy, making your pulse race as you wondered what he might be doing on the other end of the line. Your voice trembled as you slowly asked him, “Spence, are you…?”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end before he let out a soft, almost sheepish laugh, as if you had caught him red-handed. “I… yeah,” he admitted, his voice breathless and strained. "Do you know how hard it is not to when listening to your voice?"

Your fingers subconsciously quickened at his confession, their movements becoming more urgent as you imagined him laying on his own bed, hand wrapped around his cock. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as you whispered, “Tell me what you’re doing.”

His breathing grew ragged, his words coming in clipped bursts. “I’m… I’m touching myself…”

You tried to focus on his voice, but the sound of his sloppy strokes began to echo louder. “Tell me more.”

“I’m… I’m rubbing… my fingers over the head,” he gasped, and you curled your fingers deeper, using your palm to grind against your clit. The way he sounded so lost in his pleasure, unable to hold back, had you imagining him stroking himself. You pictured yourself doing it for him, remembering how it felt that day when you had his cock in your hand—the weight, the warmth, the way he looked at you through intense eyes.

Your breathing grew heavier, louder, and his voice cracked with a strained moan as he whispered, “Can you lower your phone?”

You fumbled with the device, bringing it closer to where your fingers worked tirelessly between your legs. “Like this?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, the sound of his strokes growing faster and more urgent. “You sound so perfect.”

You let out a soft cry, your fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt frantically as you imagined him watching you, listening to every sound you made. The wet, slick noises filled the room, so intense and filthy. You looked down to see your juices spilling over your fingers, soaking the sheets beneath you. The sheer sound of it was enough to drive him crazy.

“I—f-faster, please,” he panted into the phone. “I need you to go faster.”

Your eyes widened for a moment as the desperate plea slipped from his lips. But you didn’t have the mental space to think about it. Your focus was solely on reaching your release as you ultimately sped up your pace. Your body began to tighten up, feeling so much pressure and pleasure building up every time your fingertips hit that deep spot inside you.

"Oh—fuck!” You exhaled sharply as the familiar sensation took over you. “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming—”

With a cry that was both a sob and a shout, your pussy fluttered around your fingers. Your orgasm ripped through you without warning, sending shockwaves of intense pleasure through your body as you gasped and shuddered. Your voice escaped in broken moans and whines, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Spencer… oh, God, Spencer…”

The sound of your climax drove him to his own release. His breath hitched, his movements faltering as he let out a harsh sound from his throat. It was raw and unrestrained, downright filthy, and you listened intently, your fingers slipping out only to circle and rub your clit, drawing out the final waves of your orgasm.

Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand fell away, and you lay there, breathing heavily, your body relaxing into the bed. Your room was quiet afterward, the only sound coming from was the sound of your own breathing. Then you heard him calling out your name, checking in. But through the post-orgasmic bliss, all you could manage in response was a giggle.

“You’re… laughing?” He mused. “Should I be concerned?”

“No, no,” you replied, still catching your breath, a satisfied smile spreading across your face. “It’s just… I can’t believe we did that.”

A gentle laugh escaped his lips, a warm, soothing sound that calmed your racing heart. "Did you like it?"

You liked it a lot. "Can’t say that I didn’t.”

"So I take it you're not mad at me anymore?"

You let out a soft, contented sigh. “I wasn’t even that mad to begin with. Just… frustrated,” you confessed. “But I think we handled that pretty well.”

“Maybe a little too well,” he agreed softly. “I can't believe I need to take a shower this late.”

You looked down between your legs at his words, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you as you noticed the patch of wetness on your bed. It wasn't small—it spread across the fabric in a noticeable, damp stain. “Uh, yeah,” you admitted with a nervous laugh. “I also need to change my sheets.”

Then you heard a low, almost pained groan from his end of the line.

“What?”

“It’s just…” He paused, and you could almost hear him struggling to find the right words. "I'm now picturing you on your bed."

"Isn't that what you've been doing?"

"Well, yes, but now it's… different."

You couldn't help the amused grin that spread across your face. "Different how?"

"Let's just say the image in my mind is a lot more detailed now and it's not helping me calm down."

A burst of laughter erupted from your chest as you gripped your phone closer to you. “Is this your way of blaming me because you still have a hard-on?” you taunted. “I mean, I’m simply stating the facts.”

“But you’re painting a picture in my head.”

“Of me drenching the sheets just by hearing your voice?”

He made a low, strained sound. “Stop.”

“I can send you a picture if you like,” you offered slyly. “Help you visualize it better.”

There was a moment of stunned silence on his end before he finally muttered, “You shouldn’t.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t.”

“But if you insist…”

You laughed softly. “Good night, Spencer.”

“Wait—You’re hanging up?”

“Yep,” you said cheerfully. “I thought you needed a shower.”

He made another frustrated sound, somewhere between a groan and a sigh, before reluctantly agreeing. “Fine, fine. Good night.”

And that was it. You ended the call with a satisfied smile. But as you stared at your phone, a rush of thoughts began to swirl through your mind. You were well aware of the potential risks of what you were about to do—how it could be traced back to you. You could almost hear Penelope lecturing you about online security and the dangers of leaving a digital footprint.

But when your mind kept circling back to Spencer—Spencer’s breathless voice, Spencer’s prominent veins on his hands, Spencer with a freaking hard-on in his bed—it was hard to think rationally. Before you could stop yourself, you propped your phone on your pillow and posed for the camera. Legs spread wide, your nipples pressing against your shirt, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips. The shot looked like it came out of a porno movie. You quickly sent it to him.

It took exactly 7 seconds before your phone rang again.

“Yes, Spencer?” you answered, trying to sound innocent.

You heard shuffling and a muffled grunt, and then, faintly, the rustling of fabric. It sounded like he was fumbling with his phone, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the frustration in his voice.

“How do I turn this into video call again?”

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️ Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: F L U F F, a little saucy

Description: Domestic moments with Husband!Alastor when you two were alive ❤️

When you two were alive, it could sometimes be difficult to get a moment alone together due to your work schedules and other commitments

Not out of any lack of desire though, you both desperately wanted time together as a couple

Sometimes, on sunny days, Alastor would ditch the radio show to spend quality time with you. The two of you doing yard and housework together ❤️

Or he'll relax in a hammock outside, eyes closed, peaceful smile on his face and sunbathing without a care in the world. Unbeknownst to you, he's fondly watching your every move and waiting for you to come closer

You'll find yourself suddenly snatched up and pulled into his lap as you walk by, left with no choice but give in and let his strong arms hold you close

Not that you really mind, nuzzling under his chin and laying on top of him, your body practically melting as you relax

"You could've just said you wanted to snuggle, Alastor~"

He doesn't bother opening his eyes, his long fingers running through your hair soothingly as his other hand caresses your back

"I much prefer to keep you on your toes, my love~"

He soaks in the gentle kisses you place along his jaw and throat, completely content to lay there with you all day

It wouldn't be the first time you two spent the night in the hammock together

Or if he comes home to see you doing the dishes, Alastor can't help but hug you from behind. Pulling you back against him as he rests his chin on your shoulder

You can't help but let out a pleased hum as you lean back and try to catch his lips for a kiss, pouting when he teases you and flicking dish soap at him

It only makes him laugh and grab your jaw, guiding your lips to his own so he can give you a proper kiss before reluctantly pulling away

"Here darling, let me help you so we can relax together a little faster..."

He gives you a happy squeeze before settling in next to you, rolling up his sleeves and helping you by drying off whatever you hand him

You're reading a book on the couch? He wants you to sit in his lap, pulling you close and resting his head against you while he listens to the radio

Though how you can concentrate on your book with his thumb rubbing innocently on your hip and lips vibrating against your head as he hums is beyond me

You're reaching for something on the top shelf? He suddenly plucks it away and holds it up above your head, his grin is devilish as you stretch and grasp for it

He only gives it back once you plead and give him a kiss, only to steal it away for a second time because he's a greedy man who wants more kisses from you

"Alastor!!"

"Just one more kiss, darling~ Then I promise to return it this time~"

Sometimes, when you're deep in thought, you'll fiddle with your wedding ring and it always catches Alastor's eye. The sight of it fills him with pride and happiness at the memories it brings

He'll catch your wrist and startle you out of your thoughts, pressing his lips gently against your ring, then your fingers, then your wrist...

Before you know it, you're stuck between your husband and the wall, getting the life kissed out of you. Not that you mind, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks and keep him from pulling away

Not that he plans to, not anytime soon...

You secretly love it when his glasses get dirty, peering curiously at his face and reaching for them, enjoying the soft blush on his cheeks

"Tsk~ Tsk~ You've got a bit of something right here...~"

Alastor can't help but stare as you wipe off his lenses, treating them as if they're something precious. His entire face tingles pleasantly as you slide them back on for him

"Ahem! Thank you, my dear..."

He's definitely not blushing because his wife cleaned his glasses for him, or because you kissed his nose afterwards 😤

On days when he's feeling particularly needy, Alastor will sometimes purposefully put his bow tie on just a smidge crooked.

He'll feign embarrassment as you fuss and readjust it for him, wiping off and straightening the rest of his outfit for him as you do

He loves it when you dote on him, rewarding you afterwards by drawing you in by your hips and kissing you breathless

"You're a lifesaver, darling~ I'd be such a mess without you~"

If he can, Alastor will go on nightly walks with you. Using the darkness as an excuse to hold you close to him and the stars as a romantic conversation piece

He's a genius 👏 🙌 👌

His heart melts when you sigh happily and rest your head against him, eyes on the sky. Your warm embrace on his arm makes him relax and nuzzle his face into your hair

Only to be caught by surprise when you suddenly place your hand on his cheek and guide his face towards your own, lips nearly touching

"It's such a beautiful night, Alastor...thank you for taking the time to do this with me."

The sight of the gentle blush on your face along with the proximity of your lips is enough to get his own blush going. His pulls you in closer instinctively, both arms wrapping around you

"I should be the one thanking you, my darling wife..."

You're both leaning in for the kiss only to have the moment ruined by a stray cat jumping out of the bushes and startling to two of you. Alastor jumping from surprise and you glomping onto your husband

Your combined efforts makes you both stumble and fall, Alastor holding you tightly as you both hit the ground and stare at the cat as it runs down the street away from you

The two of you stare at each other in silence before bursting into laughter and embracing each other tightly, wiping dirt smudges and pulling leaves off of each other.

Sometimes, Alastor will show up at your work to bring you lunch and flowers. It's definitely not as an excuse to remind everyone that you're married to HIM.

He just worries that the men you work with forget that you're happily married

Will absolutely dote on you and be over the top in praising you, touching you and helping you. All while looking like the most smug bastard in the room

It's all very obvious but still makes you swoon and blush every time

Going to bed with Alastor has to be one of the most rewarding things about being married to him though

Something about being under the blankets with him, one arm wrapped loosely around you and your head on his chest

Listening to his heartbeat and taking in his scent as you drift off to sleep with your husband under your body

To periodically wake up trapped in his embrace only to be lulled back to sleep by his soft snoring

Sometimes you wake up in the same position you fell asleep in, and other times you wake up under him, his face buried in your neck

Things like that are just things that the two of you have never gotten tired of experiencing together. No matter how many years you've spent together in hell

In fact, you both seem to cherish those domestic moments together just a little bit more now than ever ❤️

Little things I've just been thinking about lately 🥰

[princessbrunette]

thinking about boxer!rafe coming home after a match all sore so u offer to give him a massage to make him feel better but ur hands just keep getting a little too close to his dick! and now he's hard! and he might as well fuck u!

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

rafe felt at peace.

his days were overwhelming, overstimulating, deafened by the roar of a bustling crowd cheering him on or the ringing of his own ears after taking a punch. now, laying on the couch in just sweatpants — the only real sound he can pick up on is the quiet humming of the tv. the house was quiet, your baby girl was in bed asleep, and you were there right infront of him, delicate hands sliding down his chest.

“where are you sore?” your sweet voice cuts through his thoughts as you slide your hands carefully down the tense plane of his muscles. your palms take a moment to rest on his abdomen, looking up at him with wide inquisitive eyes.

“uh…” he raises a hand, scratching behind his ear and licking his lips in thought. “everywhere.” he drawls making you huff a quiet laugh from your nose.

“m’kay. noted.” you hum, continuing your movements. he lets his head lull back on the couch, eyes fluttering shut as he tries to zone out of everything and enjoy your touch. you’re never too rough when you pass over his budding bruises or freshly treated cuts, but know when to dig the pads of your fingers in to work out any knots beneath the skin. it was heavenly, and it wasn’t often rafe enjoyed letting himself be pampered.

your hands transfer to his thighs at some point, knowing those get sore from all the extensive workouts he does. you dig the heels of your hands in and drag them every which way, the cameron man enjoying the massage through his sweatpants, the material bunching beneath your hands.

his awareness begins to return when your focus hones in on his upper thighs, dragging your hands towards the centre where his crotch lies before removing them and restarting, over and over. maybe it was because he wasn’t wearing any underwear, but with each movement the baggy material of his sweatpants began to move and create friction against his cock — gliding lightly against his tip when he inevitably began to harden. his eyes open and his head lifts, a hand coming to rest on the fat of your hip as he gazes at your concentrated face in adoration.

“you’re a little tense.” you whisper, biting back a smile when you feel his eyes on you.

“yeah…” his smirk only grows. “yeah you uh, you don’t say.” a larger hand comes down, his own — and rests over his crotch, instinctively rubbing at his growing erection. slowly, your own massaging halts and your eyes flutter a little, swallowing as you watch. as if it were you he was touching, a small hum sounds from the back of your throat. “think i need you to rub on something else for a little while, alright?”

your gentler hand rests over his and he removes it, letting you feel the weight of his cock through the soft grey fabric and you start to rub, eyes instantly jumping to his for approval. he winces at the feeling, shifting his hips and leaning back in relaxation once more as he watches.

“i want you to feel good everywhere.” you shyly admit and now it’s his turn to huff out a silent laugh.

“yeah? that’s real sweet.” he lets you continue to touch him, but now sits forward, bringing his face close to yours. for a second he just stares you down, before he tilts his head a little. “now i…i think we can mutually benefit eachother here. i might feel a little more relaxed if you sit that pretty wet pussy on me… okay? think you can hump on daddy a little? make me… make me feel better?” he raises his eyebrows when he awaits a response, but you feel like all the air has been punched out of your body.

you suck in a shaky inhale, nodding jerkily and he smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “knew you would. i’d bet money that it’s already wet for me… it is, isn’t it?”

you start off riding him sure, doing some of the work — but like usual, rafe enjoys taking charge and exerting his energy into you— so soon enough you’re on your back on the couch, his large body arched over you with his sweatpants pulled down and his balls slapping against you repeatedly.

“mm— there you go. it’s — it’s like you scratch my back i scratch yours… right?” he pants, lips parted in breathlessness. you can barely hear him through the pounding of blood in your ears but you nod anyway, just enjoying hearing him speak. “you give me a little massage and i get to massage your insides in return… and you’re taking it like a fuckin’ champ baby, keep at it.”

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

[melodyanqel]

Just Keeping Swimming | cs

summary: a fun summer day where a father taught his daughter how to swim.

pairing: idol!husband!father!san x non-idol!wife!mother!reader

genre/tags: fluff, idol au, established relationship, married couple, cuteness, father-daughter bonding

wc: 600+ words

a/n: seriously a lot of cuteness!!

A newly radiant sun emerges from springtime, wrapping everyone in warm and brilliant rays. It’s a hot summer day and the best thing to do is bathe in a pool to wash away the heavy heat. 

“Appa! How do you swim?!”

The sweet voice came from an adorable child in her cute Hello Kitty swimsuit with a tutu and her silky dark hair was up in a bun. She swings her legs back and forth on her parents’ bed. Her idol father, ATEEZ San, hears his little angel from the bathroom. He comes out only in his swim trunks and muscle swim t-shirt and bends down to have Sooah in his arms. She hops into her father’s embrace. “I’m not an expert but I’ll do my best to teach you,” San informed Sooah. 

She then squishes his cheeks with her tiny hands. “Appa is the best at teaching!” She tries to motivate him with so much cuteness. San smiles widely and gives her millions of kisses on her face. “You’re the best, my angel!” He couldn’t stop doting on his daughter since the day she was born. Sooah is the apple of his eye, after all. Her precious laughter rings like a beautiful melody. 

San gives her one last kiss on the cheek and pulls away to stand up and grab his phone off the bed. He texts the love of his life about heading off to the pool. You were busy at work and sad that you couldn’t have fun with your little family. But as promised, San will send you fun pictures and videos. 

Cheers, cheers

Under the hot sun right now

Go away, go away

Throw away all hesitation, throw away all hesitation

The father and daughter walked hand-in-hand to their apartment complex pool while singing "Wave." Luckily, it was just them at the pool, which was peaceful and quiet. 

“Alright, baby. Ready to go in?” San gently applied sunscreen on Sooah’s face because the love of his life would get furious if she saw her daughter red like a cherry. Sooah nods her head enthusiastically. “Yes, appa! Samchons say if they can do it, then I can too!” She mentioned her seven uncles or ATEEZ who are her best friends. 

With the earnest response, “Yes, you can! Now don’t get overly excited because it’s okay to make mistakes. Right, baby?” San reminded his angel to accept imperfections so she could learn from them. Sooah nodded, understanding her father’s statement. 

After taking some pictures to send to you and his members, San dives into the pool first. It feels rejuvenating because every day it’s been hot like fire. “Come over here. I got you, darling.” He let out his arms. Sooah strides and wraps her tiny arms around his neck. She has on a kid-size life jacket for safety. 

San swam with Sooah in his arms to the center of the pool. “I’ll be letting you go, now. Are you fine with that?” He wants to make sure Sooah is comfortable about swimming on her own. “Yes, appa!” She responded. San then carefully lets go of his child and watches her reaction. 

Sooah giggles happily. “Appa, this is fun!” She naturally moves her legs back and forth underwater. It brought a huge smile to San’s face. “You’re doing it, baby! Good job!” He cheered. “Okay, now follow my lead.” San begins to move his arms and legs slowly because he doesn’t want Sooah to get left out. She imitates her father and is swimming beside him. 

San stops to catch a breath and Sooah does the same. He brings her into his arms to shower millions of kisses once again. Sooah laughs in delight at her father’s affection. “You’re amazing, my love! Tell the samchons and mama about your new talent when we get back!” He nudges his nose against her cheek. 

More like San bragging about his beautiful angel to the world. 

[erikatsu]

HOLD ME LIKE WATER — YINGXING

ᥫ᭡ your love for one another is tender– everlasting despite every moment you spend with him being fleeting.

❥ pairing: yingxing/blade x fem!reader ❥ cw: fluff. established relationship (they’re married). reader is a vidyadhara. reader is referred to as “sweetheart.” reader’s nd coded. her quirks are very specific to me, and may not fit everyone. niche headcanons. reader has long hair. selfship coded. ❥ series masterlist.

it was mornings like these when yingxing wished he could freeze time. oh, what he would give to to capture the rays of the morning sunlight gently kissing your skin as they peeked through the window of your shared apartment, or how peaceful you looked in his arms as you slept– each breath of yours being taken in and exhaled gently but still disturbing the small particles of dust caught in the sun’s light. being a short-life species, his time with you was limited– days were numbered and each passing second he got with you he spent as if it were his last.

slow down and enjoy it. he remembered the words you spoke to him the day you two met, holding them close to his heart. that was back when he spent every moment he could crafting and creating, working himself to the bone just because he felt as if he were running out of time. it was thanks to you that he realized his own obsessiveness was the reason he felt that way. he had stopped working his life away and started living. each day seemed to move slower, and more opportunities presented themselves to him– crafting weapons for the greatest heroes of the xianzhou luofu, joining the high-cloud quintent, and forming friendships he never imagined he would have.

but by far, the best opportunity he’d ever had was his chance with you.

he smiled, pulling you closer to his chest before bringing up his hand to lightly trace patterns along the bare skin of your collar bone. a small sigh leaves you– one that sounds content– and even though you stirred, you did not wake. he lied back down, closing his eyes and relaxing as he soaked in your presence. yingxing didn’t think he would ever get used to this– being able to go to bed with you every night, then to wake up to the sight of you every morning. and this would happen everyday, for the rest of his short life.

he ran his thumb over the hand that you had pressed against your chest, feeling the band he’d crafted himself before continuing to ghost his fingers over your skin. he thought back to years ago, when you’d evaded all his attempts at wooing you. you had never taken him seriously– people who knew of you found you odd, and you figured his interest was due to some sort of joke between him and his apprentices. but yingxing was bound and determined, never giving up his ambitions once he put his mind to them. only when he had given you a jade piece did you see how serious he was.

among your people, jade pieces are used to lock up the heart of one’s intended. the chosen shape always held a special meaning behind it, and the one he picked for you was the single twist pikorua– symbolizing eternity and the coming together of two people. these same pieces were also used to find your previous lover in your next life. while he was hopeful that doing his research would help his cause, he was expecting to be wounded once more. but he was surprised to hear a “yes” that nearly sounded too good to be true.

he had pulled something a bit similar when he wanted to make the intertwining of your paths official, and prove to you that he meant eternity. he had hand crafted a ring– a gold band that twisted into the shape of a pikorua, set with an oval cut imperial jade, and framed by diamonds and an intricate gold edge. he could almost hear the voices of his apprentices teasing him as he thought back. it was the most difficult and precise object he’d ever made, although it would leave him adamant on never making jewelry again.

it was so very worth it though, thinking back to the day he had asked to further solidify your relationship. to him, it couldn’t have been any more perfect than it already was. the sun had been setting, painting the sky pink and orange while reflecting off the dark sea outside of the alchemy commission. the two of you had been walking around the luofu all day, and had decided to stop at the pier for a minute before heading to aurum valley. he’d waited weeks for the right moment– one small thing holding him back every time he thought he found it.

a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. he closed his eyes, relaxing– warming himself in your presence. he couldn’t help but to keep his mind focused on you, every perfection, quirk, and flaw running through his mind.

from the way you scrunch up your nose when you hear or see something you don’t like, to the way you only drink tea if it’s milk tea because it’s the only tea becoming of your tastes. the more he discovered about you, the more he fell– which earned him a lot of grief from baiheng who constantly teased him about you. not that it bothered him. he had never been abashed by his feelings for you. being told you’d never give him the time of day only made him more determined, and each rejection made him try harder to win your heart. now, he got to hold you every night and call you his wife.

he couldn’t think of a better life. in his eyes, he’s got it all. he achieved his dreams and could only dream of more with you.

it was crazy to him to think about how quickly you’d become the center of his entire world. he cherished you– loving you as if it were as easy as breathing. he was sure he’d go mad if anything ever happened to you, especially if he couldn’t stop it. you wouldn’t like him thinking this way, but even though he was a devoted man he still had his irrational fears. he wanted to keep you safe, and be your shelter.

yingxing’s train of thought was broken as you began to stir. he opened his eyes, watching as you rolled over and buried your face into his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, letting out a small chuckle when you grumpily mumbled a good morning to him. he ran his hand along your back, his voice content as he greeted you with, “good morning, sweetheart.”

“i don’t want to get up,” you complained, nearly muffled by his skin.

“we don’t have to,” he assured you, even though he knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep and that you’d be wide awake the more you tried. “we can stay right here for as long as you’d like.”

you didn’t say anything, and after a couple of passing minutes, he was sure you had fallen back asleep. that was until you lifted your head and went to place a quick kiss to his jaw. he dipped his head down, catching your lips just as quickly. when he pulled away, you were pouting and looking grumpy the way you did every morning. but, your eyes held a sparkle that only he could produce.

“that’s not fair. how did you know what i was going to do?” you questioned, trying to feign being upset.

he laughed, genuine and reaching his eyes as he brought up his hand to cup your cheek, “you’ve done it every morning since i’ve moved in, sweetheart. it’s not a bad thing. in fact, it’s one of the things i love about you.”

“what else do you love about me?”

he knew you didn’t ask to be complimented or to be coy. when it came to questions like these, you always asked because these kinds of topics were nearly foreign to you. they’d be completely alien if not for him either. vows were not enough for your understanding– you needed them to be explained. and he would do that without complaint until you could grasp it.

“i’m afraid if i were to go over every thing i love about you, we’d be here well into your next life,” he teased, trailing his thumb over your cheek. “i love the way you laugh– how your eyes crinkle just slightly and you delicately cover your mouth with your hand. i love the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love, and how passionate you are about them. i love the look you give me when im being a nuisance before you end up smiling at me anyway.

“i love the way you fiddle with your hair when you’re anxious,” yingxing paused, gently wrapping one of your locks around his finger before releasing it. “when you twirl the ends or run your hand through it. i love the way you can’t hold eye contact when i fluster you, and how you try to hide your face– ah, ah. look at me, sweetheart.”

he was smiling as you stared at him, wide eyed and looking as if you might cry. he moved his hand back to cup your cheek again, “i will tell you everything i love about you every day, in this life and the next.”

you smiled, having heard the saying several times now. it was a vow, one that he spoke in front of all his friends and your kin. because while he knew you would outlive him, he knew that the vidyadhara often chose to mate for life and it was the best way to show you that if he were of your species, he’d find you in as many lives as he could. he would eventually die, just as you would inevitably be reborn. although you didn’t know it yet, he was already putting together everything he could for when that time came and you would no longer remember your past life. it was the only way he could follow you onward, to let you know how much you were loved in at least one lifetime. even if you never experienced romantic love again– if you never experienced kindness and belonging again– you would at least know how loved you used to be before.

“i love you,” you told him softly, almost as if you were being shy.

his heart ached at the thought of having to one day leave you behind. you were his entire world– his light in the dark, the air in his lungs, the music in his ears– and it made him sad to think he’d be the cause of your tears when the time came. he loved you so much that it hurt, and he knew he was selfish in his goal to make you his, but he would do it again if he was given the chance. if loving you was the most selfish thing he had ever done, it was also because of that love that he knew selflessness and he would not trade anything in the world for it– but he would give almost anything to stay by your side.

some may say he fell too quickly and loved too deeply. that he was foolish and thoughtless for trying to get a life long species to fall for him. but all he had ever wanted was to see you smile– just like you were right now– and to let you experience something you never had in any lifetime. true, unconditional love. he could assume he had succeeded in that, seeing that you wore his ring and vowed to spend this life with him. but you had never been a conquest, even if getting to this point was a bit difficult at first. he didn’t think he’d get as far as he had, and he was beyond thankful that he did.

he would always be thankful for his time with you.

yingxing leaned in and gave you a short, tender kiss. he rested his forehead against yours afterwards before saying, “oh, but i love you more, sweetheart.”

[virginsexgod69]

Idk why, but I've really been loving the idea of Daryl proposing to reader recently. Like, he was just gonna pop the question in the confines of their own home, but maybe while on a hunt, the reader successfully tracks down and kills a deer on her own without Daryl's help, and while she's excitedly rambling about the fact that she finally did it on her own, Daryl just looks at her and thinks, "yeah, this is the girl I wanna marry," and then unexpectedly just says "marry me". He pulls a ring out and everything. Fluff all the way!

Thank you so much if you write this, but don't feel pressured to! You don't have to write something you don't want to. I completely understand either way. I appreciate you nonetheless 💜

❝ Marry Me ❞

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

cw killing a deer and some walkers

1.7k words

note this was such a cute idea and i loved writing it so much! i hope you like it and it fits the vision you had! =]

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You asked sleepily, running your fingers through his soft hair as his head rested comfortably on your chest. 

“Nothin’,” he lied. He hated lying to you, but he didn’t know how to go about popping the question. Now would have been a nice time, with two of you cuddled comfortably on the couch in the privacy of your own home. Moments like these were some of his favorites with you and adding the memory of a marriage proposal to them would only make these moments better. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t scared you’d say no, in fact he would have bet his life on you saying yes. Yet, each time, the words kept dying on his tongue and the ring weighed heavily in his pocket. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” You insisted. He looked up at you sweetly and muttered an ‘I know.’ You gave him a sad smile, wishing he’d tell you what he was thinking, but respecting his decision not to. 

“I love you, Daryl,” you said dreamily. This was it, the perfect segue into a proposal. He sat up properly and felt around in his pockets for the ring. The words were just about to leave his mouth, but the tired yawn that escaped you interrupted him. 

“G’nite,” you muttered as you dozed off. Daryl would never not be amazed at how fast you could go from being wide awake one minute to falling asleep in the next. He pulled the ring out of his pocket and fiddled with the shiny piece of jewelry. It was a small, elegant ring with a fairly thin band and diamond right in the center. Whoever had originally bought it had to have paid a fair amount of money for it, but stuff like that didn’t matter now. Even though you would say yes without a ring, he still wanted to do something nice for you because you deserved it. The weeks of examining the hands of every walker he killed and searching through abandoned cars and buildings all became worth it once he found the perfect ring for you. But somehow, that was the easy part. Finding the right words at the right moment was proving difficult as every minute he wasn’t married to you passed by. He sighed to himself and tucked the ring back into his pocket, disappointed that yet another opportunity slipped by. 

He gently lifted you from the couch, taking extra care not to wake you from your peaceful sleep. He carried you up the stairs and into your shared bedroom before pulling back the comforter and sheets and tucking you in. He slid into the bed beside you and you gravitated toward his warmth like you usually did. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, too.” 

The sun blooming over the horizon created an orangey hue across the clear sky, illuminating the once dark forest. It became easier to see the tracks of the deer you’ve been tracking since dark morning. Hunting wasn’t something you did before the dead started rising, but it quickly became a necessary skill to have and thankfully, you had Daryl to show you the ropes. He even showed you how to use his crossbow once when you joined him on a hunt way back at the prison. That same day you learned that you preferred a hunting rifle. In return, you shared with him the medical knowledge you had from being a paramedic. The quid pro quo relationship you had with the hunter slowly grew into something more deep and meaningful over time. 

Finally, after hours of following the tracks imprinted in the damp earth, you came across a clearing where the doe stood. You aimed the rifle at her, careful not to make any noise and scare her off. Through the scope, you pointed the weapon at the place Daryl taught you to in order to ethically kill it. Just as you were about to press your finger to the trigger, you noticed walkers approaching the doe. Their loud groans and clumsy footsteps spooked her, sending her running into the forest just at the same time you fired your shot. 

“Goddamn walkers!” You cursed. You put the safety on your rifle and hung it on your shoulder by the strap. Unsheathing your knife, you entered the clearing and approached the undead beings. You put them both down once they approached you and cleaned your knife on your jeans before putting it back into its sheath. Red blood contrasting on the green grass caught your eye. It belonged to the doe, meaning your shot actually landed and she could be somewhere wounded, or even dead. Excitement increased your heart rate as you followed her blood trail. This was the closest you’ve come to killing a deer on your own. You’ve managed smaller kills, like squirrels, before, but never a deer! You couldn’t tell if you were more excited about actually killing the deer or seeing Daryl’s reaction, but either way you were giddy. 

After trekking about a half mile in the direction the doe fled, you finally found her lying in the greenery having succumbed to your shot. You were beaming with happiness as you effortlessly picked her up and carried her across your shoulders. You’ve carried people heavier than her out in the field during your paramedic days. 

Daryl nervously fiddled with the ring as leaned over the railing of the front porch, smoking a cigarette. He hated how hopeless he felt when it came to actually proposing to you. With how long the two of you have been together romantically, the ability to propose should have come to him naturally. He knew there was nothing to be nervous about and that he was just psyching himself out and he should just ask you to marry him already. But every time it felt like the right moment to, that feeling was gone once he started digging around in his pocket for the ring. 

The sight of you walking toward the house with a big smile on your face and a deer draped over your shoulders snapped him from his thoughts. Maybe it was just the sun shining from behind you, but you were absolutely glowing.

“Daryl!” You shouted excitedly as you increased your walk into a small jog. You set the deer down before hurrying up the porch stairs. He put out his cigarette before you excitedly jumped into his arms, embracing him like you haven’t seen him in months. 

“Guess what!” You said as you reluctantly pulled away from the hug. 

“Wha?” Based on the deer laying at the base of the stairs he was sure he could tell what happened, but you looked so happy and he wanted to share your excitement and hear you tell him yourself. 

“I finally killed a deer! All on my own!” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as pride swelled in his chest. He remembered when he took you hunting with him the first time. You were the one who wanted to go with him and "see what he does when he's off to who knows where for who knows how long." When he finally did, you complained about how boring it was and how all you were doing was looking at dirt and not seeing any animals. But now, here you were with a deer you had hunted all on your own. 

"I had been tracking it since way earlier this morning and I almost thought I wasn't gonna catch it but then I saw it in a clearing and so I was gonna shoot it but then walkers got in my way like they usually do, those annoying sons of bitches, and then the deer ran but I had shot at it so then I followed the blood..."

Daryl stared at you in awe as you rambled on about your adventure. The sense of pride and adoration he felt whenever he looked at you, but now especially was overwhelming. You were perfect in every way and he'd be damned if he went another second without being your husband. 

"...and then I found it further in the woods and I was just so excited that I finally caught a whole entire deer all on my own for the v—"  

"Marry me!" he blurted out suddenly. 

"Huh?" You blinked at him in confusion, not sure if you heard him right. As if he suddenly remembered something, he patted all his pockets until he felt the one with the ring in it and pulled it out. The sparkle of the diamond in the sunlight caught your eye. 

"Will ya marry me?" he repeated, this time holding out the ring to you. He lowered himself to one knee, still holding out the ring. Your eyes filled with tears, happy tears, and you held out your left hand to him. 

"Of course!" you said as he slid the ring onto your fourth finger. It fit almost perfectly. As soon as he stood up from his position on the floor, you jumped into his arms. He caught you and held you tight as you peppered kisses all over his face. He set you back down onto your feet and held your face in his big warms hands, wiping away your tears away with his thumbs. 

"I'm so proud of ya fer catchin' that deer all by yerself." The smile that graced his face was contagious. 

"Learned from the best," you said, smiling up at him. He leaned down and you met him halfway in a kiss. 

"Can't wait to skin this deer with my wife," he said once he pulled away from the kiss. 

"Ooh," you exclaimed, giddy at the new title, "Can't wait to eat some venison with my husband!" 

thanks for reading!

note i've been a pescatarian for 3-ish years now, but I've been wanting wing-stop, so i got some wing-stop and it was great. thanks for listening

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the end. of the line. | Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy x Reader

summary: everything comes to an end, and it seems you and Leon have reached yours.

word count: 2.2k🤏🏼

warnings: angst bro, angst.

a/n: took my cold meds, passed out and woke up to this.

One suitcase. One suitcase containing everything you own.

It feels a bit pathetic as you helplessly stare at the plastic exterior, reflecting the harsh fluorescence of a singular bulb that lights the kitchen. It looks so small from the stool where you’re perched, the once hot tea having gone cold, bitter taste swirling around in the mug that you grasp so tight.

The apartment looks bare now, stripped away from its soul. The walls are empty, pictures of you and Leon that were once decorating it, now nowhere in sight, vanished like memories that never existed. No candle sitting on the coffee table, your books vanished from the shelf, the little potted plant that was once on the window sill gone to a better home. On instinct, your hand goes to grasp the golden locket that hung from your neck every day since you had gotten it as an anniversary gift but your hand only grazes empty skin.

Its eerily quiet this morning, a stillness in the air that nearly suffocates you, slowly dumping the old tea down the drain, rinsing the dirty mug and placing it back on the shelf like you had never touched it in the first place. A deep unease sets in your stomach, riddled with guilt and confusion. You should have left a few days ago, like you were going to, like you had planned, disappearing instantly with nothing but a letter for Leon to find.

But you were so weak when it came to him, tears cascading down your face as you wiped away any evidence of your presence in his life, guilt ripping you apart as you did all this while he was away god knows where, doing god knows what, no guarantee that he would come back to find his home empty.

And you were so close too, standing in the middle of the cold apartment, jacket tight around your shoulders, handle of your suitcase propped up and your ticket gripped tight in your fingers, nails indenting the paper when your phone had rung, the noise bouncing off the walls.

You had stared at it, still ringing in your palm, the glare of the contact number numbing you, recognizing the number instantly despite deleting his name from your phone. How could you ever forget something that you had spent night after night staring at, in vigil and in prayer that he returns to you in one piece, untouched and unharmed by the horrors of his life. Deafening silence greets you on the line before he breathes out a soft hey baby, I know its late but could you come get me please. I really want to see you.

Yes, of course. Of course, you will come. How could you not? How could you ever deny him? He who sacrifices his nights and days to keep the world safe, he who puts himself in between whoever dares to threaten the delicate balance of peace, he who pays with his body and soul so no one else has to. Of course, you will come. It’s the least you can do.

But can you do it anymore? Stand by and witness as he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, crumbling underneath it bit by bit, cracks deepening in his façade, losing his light and returning home to you with scars you’re not sure will be able to heal this time. You can’t, you can’t do this anymore.

But you will bring him home one last time.

Your heart breaks when you find him, fluttering in disobedience as your eyes drink in his appearance, head hanging low and eyes shut underneath the lamppost, leaning against it for support. The rumble of the car engine mutes as you kill the ignition and throw open the door.

He doesn’t open his eyes as you near him, feet splashing in the puddles without care. The soft utterance of his name from your lips wakes him, eyes slowly peeling open to see you standing at a distance, hands clasped in front of you, tugging at your fingers nervously.

Leon opens his arms and you find yourself helpless as you are tugged towards him, unblinking as you notice the ghost lingering in his hollowed eyes, tousled hair and bandages peeking out from underneath his shirt. He holds you close, gripping you tight into him, face buried in your neck, his breath fanning harshly against your skin as though he’s breathing for the first time.

Tears sting your eyes, words knotted in your throat, your fingers gently threading through his hair, confused if you’re trying to soothe him or yourself. And suddenly he feels real; broken and bruised, smelling of sweat and iron but real and present unlike the phantom of his presence that haunts your shared apartment.

No words are exchanged, silence now a usual companion as you drive back home. Leon has his head tipped back against the headrest and you would think he was asleep if it weren’t for the way he was holding your hand in his lap, thumb stroking against your knuckles. You would stare at him at every stoplight, memorizing the dips and contours of his face under the red hues changing to green.

He’s slimmed, you realize, the hollowness in his cheeks more pronounced, the dark circles grinded more firmly in his skin with small cuts littering under his jaw. You tighten yours, swallowing back tears.

The apartment door shuts with a resound click, Leon swaying where he stands, hunched over as your pry his jacket off his form. Your suitcase is nowhere in sight, hanging his jacket from the peg and discarding the keys into the small bowl on the table next to the door.

If he notices your missing keychain from the house keys, he doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t comment on the missing photographs from the walls as he drags you with him towards the bedroom, doesn’t comment on the glittering golden necklace that rests on the vanity instead of around your neck when he slips underneath the covers, pulling you with him.

 And you let yourself be consumed by him, submitting yourself to a moment of weakness. The pillow is cold underneath your cheek, facing Leon and staring into his eyes, noses nearly touching. The two of you breathe in shared air, his hand tracing lines into your back as you cup his cheek, holding him in place with legs tangled together.

The way he holds you is bittersweet, reminiscent of the days spent in bed, sharing laughter as the sun drizzled in, warming the atmosphere but all that’s left now is lingering memories, even the moon hidden behind a drape of dark clouds. There is no light this time.

Leon held you tight throughout the night as slumber pulled him under, lips brushing against the top of your head as you lay there listening to his steady heartbeat, tears soaking the soft cotton of the pillowcases.

His warmth still lingers around you as you stand in the kitchen, staring pensively at your suitcase, your ticket heavy in the back of your pocket. His footsteps are quiet as he approaches from the bedroom, the knots tightening in his stomach when he had woken up to find your side of the bed cold, all neatly made up, devoid of any sign you had been there in the first place.

The sun is finally out but it does little to make itself known, hiding just like the moon like it can’t bear witness to this finality. Leon stands a million miles away from you, sleep having done nothing to relieve him from his exhaustion, if anything he looks more tired. He doesn’t flinch at seeing you on the threshold, meekly standing with your packed bag. But his eyes betray him as you see them shatter. What a blessing and a curse that you know him better than you know yourself.

“Please...” He croaks and this time you flinch.

“No,” You shake your head, growing smaller under his watch, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Tell me how to fix it.” The wobble in his voice nearly kills you, the lump getting heavier in your throat, “Just tell me how and I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“You can’t,” You whisper, staring dejectedly at the ground, unable to witness him come undone, “Not this time.”

There is desperation in his voice, “I can try. Please, just don’t do this.”

You look up to him, vision blurring and heart aching to see him look so small, hands bundled into fists by his side, pleading so strife on his face. You hate yourself in this moment for being a contributor to his hurt but you need to do this to spare each other from the inevitable.

His chest starts to move faster, the tips of his ears glowing red, face contorting in disbelief, “You’re not even going to let me fight for us?”

“I can’t stand-by and watch you kill yourself, Leon.”

It comes out louder than you intended, hitting him like a ton of bricks. The silence is back, raw and all consuming. Leon’s erratic breathing is all you hear as you fight the tears that are threatening to spill. “Every single time that you come home, it’s like a piece of you dies. I can’t keep pretending like I don’t see it and I can’t keep pretending to be strong for both of our sakes. I…I’m tired of pretending that I don’t suffer seeing you like this.”

“You knew this before, you knew what it meant to be with me,” Leon whispers, dejection set heavy in his shoulders.

The smile you offer is watery, barely put together like haphazardly piecing together broken china, never quite the same ever again, some pieces lost forever. “What a fool I was.”

“You don’t love me anymore?” Leon asks, hesitation in his voice as though the mere idea of it will cause him to vomit.

And his words feel like a stake through your heart, tears falling freely down your face. This isn’t what you wanted, this is exactly why you wanted to leave before he came home. You didn’t want to add on to his already unending pile of hurt and certainly never wanted him to doubt your love for him: its why you needed to let him go.

“Leon,” A sob pulls through your entire body as all he does is watch in agony, suppressing the urge to close the distance between you two and hold you in his strong arms, stopping you from crumbling in front of him – helpless, again, as all he can do is watch you suffer, “I love you so much. That’s why I’m making this choice for us, I can’t hold on to false hope thinking that there won’t be a day where I won’t get the call that you aren’t coming home.”

“That’s unfair.”

You laugh bitterly, “I never said it was. But it’s the way it is, no? I can’t ask you to not save the world, to stay here with me or run away with me someplace far away where it’s just us. Because that’s not who you are, and I would always question if keeping you here with me is selfish.” Tears dribble down again. “And I want to be selfish, so much, but I think doing nothing would break you far more.”

“So what? That’s it?” Leon asks, sounding weary to the bone, ready to fall to the ground at a moment’s notice.

“Yeah,” You wipe away your tears, sleeve damp as you pull away, “I suppose it is.”

This time the grip on your suitcase’s handle is firm, holding you upright as strength saps from your legs, overwhelmed at seeing blues of Leon’s eyes dampen, silently accepting what’s happening in front of him. You don’t feel real in this moment, more akin to a stranger barging in on an intimate moment between two people you don’t recognize. The four walls surrounding you feel foreign, devoid of their usual familiarity.

A reel of moments flashes in front of your eyes; your first dinner date where he had cooked for you, spilling wine down your cashmere sweater, eyes blown wide open in worry as all you could do was laugh in absurdity. The first night you had spent after moving in with him, falling asleep together on the couch as a movie blared on the TV, long forgotten by then.

The balcony where the two of you had kissed, counting down excitedly to welcome the new year, a tall Christmas tree standing resolutely in the background. The long hug of goodbyes at the front door where he would bury himself in you, whispering promises of coming back to you, promises that he could not keep but still made. The teary greetings when he would return, beaten and bruised, melting in your arms with whispers of assurances.

You take a step back, feet heavy as they move, Leon moving forward on instinct, panic flashing in his eyes. You shake your head at him and this time he plants his feet, unmoving and turning away, unable to watch you leave. Your presence fades, melting away, the dim sound of moving wheels ceasing.

The door shuts with a resolute click.

[sweet-evie]

This is How You Fall in Love

Content: Established Relationship, gojo x fem!reader, nameless OC, she/her pronouns, lovesick!gojo, sentimental!gojo

A/N: I actually do have an OC in mind, but I don't want to give her a name yet.

✨ masterlist ✨

Part of him wished she could see how ethereally beautiful she looked in her sleep.

But then again, this vulnerable and peaceful sight belonged to him and him alone. He alone was granted the privilege of watching how her eyelashes fluttered in her sleep, or how her lips parted slightly as she breathed in and out. No other soul would be privy to the way she tucked her hands into loose fists, or how her body subconsciously curled towards his.

No one else would hear her say his name in the dead of night sometimes.

There were nights when he couldn’t help but think that he didn’t deserve her. And tonight was one such night.

He lay beside her on their bed, tucked under soft sheets, skin to skin.

Gentle fingertips whispered delicately over the side of her face, brushing stray locks of hair behind an ear. He traced a familiar path from the delicate arch of her brows to the bridge of her nose, her cheekbones, and her lips.

So beautiful…

An irreplaceable treasure. Sweet and strong. Lovely with all her flaws. So honest and endearing.

He didn’t think she truly understood just how much he loved her or how much he cherished her. To be fair, he didn’t exactly tell her outright, but he adored her and would always find ways to make sure she knew just how much she meant to him. He wanted a life with her — a home, a family, maybe even two beautiful darlings they would call their own one day.

The hand that was on her face traveled lower, tracing her arm and her hand until he gently held her palm, bringing her hand to his lips, so he could lay soft and secret kisses along her knuckles. His eyes landed on the emptiness of one of her fingers, waiting for the engagement ring he had already commissioned. He was waiting on its completion, and when it would be done, he would ask her to tie her life to his for eternity — would ask her to marry him and spend the rest of his life with her.

He loved thinking of their life together and how much they effortlessly intertwined with each other throughout the years — as if this was meant to happen all along, as if every moment back then was meant to lead to where he was now, sleeping next to the woman he loved and adored, basking in the happiness that enveloped him whenever he gazed at her.

He made himself sick sometimes, just thinking about how much he loved her.

And to know that she returned his sentiments and perhaps even more, humbled him — drove him to his knees if he let it. It was beautiful to know that she accepted him and loved him for who he was — not for his wealth or his powers or his status, but for him. She stripped him of his titles and she loved him for simply being Satoru. No one ever made him feel like that ever since Suguru did. And to think that he would find someone that he would feel so deeply connected to… It was almost unheard of, but she found him and he found her regardless.

He refused to think of losing her, but once in a while he would try to think of it just to prove to himself how inconceivable it all was. If he lost her, he knew he would be ruined. Suguru left a gaping hole in his heart. If she ever left or if she was ever taken away from him, he feared what he would become. He would never love again. He didn’t want a life without her.

She was everything and more to him and his soul — a missing piece of his puzzle, his angel, the other half of his wandering soul. Her happiness was his… And to be a constant witness of her smiles and laughter, her joy and fulfillment for close to a decade…it made him so infinitely happy too.

She was his happiness.

And just like every other night he spent like this, he promised her again that only the coldness of death could ever take him away from her love and her warmth.

Gods, he didn’t deserve her at all. But he was glad to have her anyway, and he loved her so much.

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[Dumped in AO3]

[yawnderu]

I am such a sensitive and emotional person, i will tear up and bawl my eyes out over the sweetest words or actions, it’s so embarrassing 😭

like wdym you thought of me when you saw that bouquet of flowers?? hugging me bc you felt like it?? you said you love me? Oh, well, I can’t say it back bc I’m in TEARS.

could I get Simon or Kyle (am I allowed to ask for both idk HELP?) just doing something - anything remotely sweet and it’s just TEARS

OFC LOVE!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BTW!! I HOPE U HAD A REALLY NICE DAY AND I'LL BE WORKING ON UR OTHER REQ ONCE I PUSH OUT SOME OLDER REQS EFJHKEFBHJ<33333

God, they're both such sweethearts. They never had anyone to coddle to this degree, always focused on simply surviving and their duty as soldiers, but the moment they find you? They're naturally so damn thoughtful and romantic, even if they try to make it look casual at first, as if they're not meant for soul-crushing devotion.

"Oh? These are pretty." You compliment the bouquet of flowers he already placed in a vase, wanting to keep them alive for you for as long as possible. You're so busy admiring the pretty flowers and leaning down to smell them that you don't hear him getting up from the couch, only realizing he's right behind you when his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you in for a hug and taking a deep breath to inhale your scent.

"Thought of you." His voice is much more relaxed than when you both first met, feeling completely at peace with you. He plants gentle kisses along the back of your neck, holding you close while his brown eyes look at the big bouquet he bought, every single flower and color perfectly chosen to represent your relationship and his feelings for you.

"I love you so much." He doesn't notice anything is wrong until he feels your body shaking, quickly and carefully turning you around while his warm hands go to your cheeks, making you look up at him. Your tears making him slightly nervous— did he fuck up?

"I love you too." You manage to say before a choked sob leaves your lips, arms wrapping around their waist while your face is buried on his chest. He's so utterly confused, but he still holds you close, one hand running up and down your back soothingly while the other one cradles your head.

"Shh, it's okay, love." He reassures, planting gentle kisses on the top of your head and waiting patiently until you stop crying. His eyes soften when you explain how much what he does means to you, melting on the inside from having such a lovely girlfriend. He doesn't mention the ring buried into this closet, hidden underneath a pile of clothes.

[g0niki]

can you do enha when you are sick and in the hospital for a while please

enha x gn!reader

word count: 710 (estimated 100 each)

contents: sick reader, fluffy enha

a/n: sorry, i do not know a single thing about the hospital so i just wrote enha when you’re sick. 

heeseung ⋆｡°✩

⭑tending to your every need. he’s sitting in the room gaming at his computer but if he even hears you sniffle in the slightest he’s stopping his game and checking on you. ⭑”are you cold? is the bed uncomfortable? do you need soup?” he’s not quite sure what to do, but if you tell him he’s stopping everything in a moment to tend to you.  ⭑once you fall asleep he’s sitting next to the bed, holding his hand to your forehead to check your temperature and kissing you on your temple. he just sits there concerned and makes sure to wake you up to take medicine. 

more under cut ᯓ★

jay ⋆｡°✩ ⭑number one boyfriend for real. jay’s making you homemade soups, giving you your medicine on a schedule, making you take a shower to ‘scrub all the germs away’ somebody put a ring on him STAT. ⭑if you were to ask him to cuddle you he’d be slightly hesitant because he doesn’t want to get sick..but he can’t resist you he’ll be taking his vitamins and getting right under that blanket. ⭑he lets you sleep everything off and does all the house chores, doing his best to disinfect the area and give you peace of mind/ a proper break.

jake ⋆｡°✩

⭑he’s like the human version of a sad puppy. he hates seeing you sick like it pains him so much, he’s moping around and sitting on the floor next to the bed with the biggest pout on his face.  ⭑holding your hand and feeding you soup, telling you “you have to eat something love.” with a big frown on his face. i don’t know if you’ve seen the video of him and won but if you suck at taking medicine he’s trying his best to encourage you and help you take it all! ⭑he wouldn’t know what to do, he’d be so bored not getting to talk to you and feel so hurt by the fact you’re sick, he hates seeing you feel so down.

sunghoon ⋆｡°✩

⭑the second he notices you’re getting sick he’s running to the store and picking up all the essentials. would come back with so many different teas, medicines, and vitamins. ⭑would make too much tea for you to handle, constantly trying to get you to drink them saying “you’ll feel better” hand playing in your hair/and massaging your scalp to ease your pain.  ⭑giving you his clothes saying they’re more comfortable and wrapping his hands around you to lull you asleep and have you sleep it all off. 

sunoo ⋆｡°✩

⭑if you’re sick sunoo is in full spoil-you mode. he’s making sure your pillows are fluffed and that you’re as relaxed as you can be, giving you his favorite comfort items.  ⭑he’s the type to pull out the face masks and give you a whole sick self-care routine, massaging your shoulders and giving you kisses all over your face. ⭑most of the day is just a way to do self-care together and nap. sunoo big spooning and holding you tightly, watching movies and just relaxing together.

jungwon ⋆｡°✩

⭑would call jay and ask what to do, but once jay gives him a brief rundown he’s immediately tending to you and doing his very best to make sure you’re recovering quickly. ⭑would order soup and get a wet rag to place on your head and help bring down your temperature. he’s playing with your hands and using a dry towel to clean up any sweat off of you.  ⭑tries his best to cheer you up and do activities that won’t tire you too much yet keep you occupied so you aren’t bored all day.

riki ⋆｡°✩

⭑he’s so pouty and not because you’re sick. i think he’d be upset that he can’t be all over you, i firmly believe riki would be so clingy so the two or three days that you are sick is the literal worst for him. ⭑he’d call his mom and ask her to help him make soup, you can hear him shuffling in the kitchen and asking how much seasoning he should put and things like that.  ⭑nothing would stop him from getting up in bed next to you, playing with your hair cuddling, and still leaving pecks on your lips. best believe he’s also waking up sick the next morning. 

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@g0niki all rights reserved. do not translate or post my work anywhere without permission.

[mellowwillowy]

TW: Physical and Mental Abuse, mentioned killing animals.

Yandere who is always there for you, whether you are at your highest or your lowest, he is always there to support you.

Yandere who has always been a gentleman, never doing anything that brings discomfort to you. He courts you religiously and never goes overbroad in his way, managing to worm himself into your heart.

Yandere who is so happy the moment you agree to bind yourself with him for eternity, his gloved hand slides the wedding ring onto your finger.

Yandere who treats you as usual until you start to see through his facade of a gentleman. Beyond the respected man of a Judge is a man of an inferiority complex.

And that you have always been nothing but a trophy to sate his ego. Someone who can stand on the high road but never at the same height as he does.

Yandere who one day found you snooping his diary, eyes tinted in anger, you lost your consciousness the moment one of his many thick books hit the back of your head unknowingly.

Yandere who enjoys seeing you so dependent on them, unable to even cut your own meal without breaking a sweat and a hiss.

Yandere who loves seeing blood drip out of your patched fingers, fingernails ripped by him out of love.

Yandere who treats you more as a doll and far from a spouse with each day passing.

Marlon had always enjoyed dressing you up in countless coutures. It was subtle at first but the moment you realized how ugly the root of his facade was, he no longer bothered to force you to wear what you might not like.

Contrary to his gloved hands, yours were miserable. You couldn't have a day in which your bandages wouldn't be seeping red.

Why did you even bother reading through his diary? Should you have feigned ignorance and led a peaceful life with the gentleman your husband was, you wouldn't have to bear the shame he would make you shoulder as he helped you bathe.

Oh, where had the man you once loved gone to? The man who was always there when you were at your lowest, blissfully unaware of the fact that he was the cause of your downfall, and the man who slowly guided you up into a modified throne for you.

Oh, what had happened to all those times? Ignorance is truly bliss and you regretted how your eyes and heart pried way too deep into him.

Your husband had always been referred to as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy yet his diary stated otherwise, filled with scribblings of how he still lacks a lot in comparison to someone.

You picked up on his facade from the time you started to live with him under the same roof. The way he would rub circles on his gloved fingers when he was troubled to the way he had tendencies to kill doves whenever he failed in doing something.

Would he kill you like the dead doves he had buried in the garden?

You couldn't help but bury yourself with countless thoughts of how he would dispose of you for being able to see through his secret.

But the day you would end up buried six feet underground never came.

You were alive but never unscratched. A high-collared garment that hid the bruises around your neck, ankles that were sore from the rope that dug into the skin every time you walked any faster, and gloved hands that tried their best to use the dining utensils properly while maintaining your expression, trying not to wring it with pain and tears.

Alas, you mistook his way of loving someone as a way of torturing someone until one of his many 'siblings' visited. Marlon was away when one of them walked up to you, the woman shared almost a complete resemblance to him.

"I heard that Marlon really cherishes you as his spouse and it seems to be true." Despite how stoic her face was, with no hatred nor mockery in her tone and words, her words left you thinking. You eyed the family crest that was embroidered on her shirt collar, XL.

Just how exactly does his 'family' love someone to the point even his 'Sister' acknowledge this as something normal? Perhaps you were the one who never tried to understand it?

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Bonus: WIP Comic

[yandere-sins]

pls feed us with more rhys headcanons. nsfw or sfw !! - 🌙 moon anon

I've had that request in my asks for so long because I always wanted to write more but also had emotionally closed Rhys' chapter on this blog, but he is and always will be my fucking menace baby and I do have some more thoughts to share ;;♥

(Also tagging @glacierleice because I know you love him just as much! ♥)

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Daily Rhys ☀️

♡ For someone who prioritized being a social butterfly and well-liked all throughout his young adulthood, he is actually a big homebody. Rhys forced himself outside all the time, to parties and outings, just so he could keep up his image of the cool guy, but once he settles with you, he's quickly turning out to be an introvert. It's easier to watch over you this way, and he seems comfortable hanging out with you all day, almost looking sad when he has to go out without you. No one would know since Rhys keeps up being friendly and approachable outwardly with customers and neighbors, but he only cares for you, so why would he go out? He's very crafty, not just when using ropes for your restraints, but also for fixing broken machines and making you new furniture. You'll never have to go without enough space on shelves because Rhys will immediately get his things to make you a new one! You might not appreciate the creativity of his tools and projects when he uses them to punish you, but for everyday life, they are very handy!

♡ Rhys is obsessed with your hands. Hand-holding, comparing hands, watching your hands as they work on something—he loves all of it! He'll hold your hand at all times, even while he sleeps. Or play with your fingers while watching a movie, rather than fidgeting with his own. Most of the time, he has to force you, but he'll become grumpy if he doesn't get to nuzzle his face into your palms once a day, dragging them to his face if he must and cupping his own cheeks. In winter, he makes sure to moisturize them for you, linking your fingers playfully with a big grin as he puts hand cream on. Every morning, he slips your wedding ring on your finger, kisses it reverently, enjoying the peace it brings him. And he gets mighty upset over every little paper cut or worse. Your wrists, on the other hand? If they aren't raw from his restraints, he'll make sure to get them bloody, latest when the shop is closed, and he gets to drag you upstairs—screaming and crying—to the apartment.

Nightly Rhys 🌙

♡ It is an obvious fact that once Rhys got his hands on a Shibari book for the first time, it became his new favorite pastime. You look divine, strung up and hung from the ceiling, like his beautiful little angel descending from heaven! He takes the few moments he has before he has to take you down to memorize the image, rarely using a camera as the pictures never come close to the true sight. Even when you're crying, sobbing, or wincing in pain, he can't look away, too mesmerized by it. If he does take photos, he has a habit of wanting to show them to you and discuss how beautiful you are from every angle, handling it almost as if you two were browsing through an old photo album of memories. Rhys always keeps the newest picture somewhere on his person in case he's feeling down and unable to be with you right away, the beautiful sight of you bringing a smile back to his lips as he kisses the paper softly, deciding to practice a new pose that night.

♡ One would think he's really overly kinky, and he has his moments where he catches himself thinking bizarre stuff. But his favorite position? Missionary. Hands tied to the headboard over your head, legs spread widely so he can push every inch of himself into you, and either you wrap your legs around voluntarily, or he'll put them in place over his thighs. His arms are on either side of your head, hands beneath it so he can keep you from straining your neck as you two kiss to the point of breathlessness. Your bodies are rubbing tightly together, the warmth mixing as you can both feel each other breathe, nipples brushing against each other, and he can see the glorious face you make as he stimulates you to the point of orgasm. Later in life, Rhys rarely comes first, too mesmerized by the sight of your ecstasy and unable to reach orgasm unless he watched yours. At the end of the day, you are his whole life's purpose, and if he can see you happy just a little bit, then he, too, can feel the same happiness.

[mcmomomeal]

Your Good Boy

mingyu!smut. afab reader

not proofread, wc: 1919

cw: service sub!mingyu, (sort of)dom reader, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, mentions of masochist!mingyu, rich and spoilt reader, mentions of mommy reader(LIKE ONCE), pussy drunk gyu, mingyu just being soooo in love

bringing out mingyu’s submissive side didn’t take much work. he made sure you knew that you were superior in every aspect of your life. he thanked the stars everyday to even live in the same existence as you, let alone being able to belong to you. he worked so you didn’t have to. wanted something? he’d have it for you before you even asked. not a day in his life went by where he wasn’t thinking of ways to make you happier. he paid the all the rent in your luxurious penthouse, refused to let you even chip in. he made sure that you NEVER had to break a sweat for anything as he truly believed that you deserved every little thing presented to you on a silver plate despite working tirelessly. which is why when you came back home from a shopping trip with your girls and said your feet hurt from the louboutins you sported all day, he was eager to tend to you.

he already had dinner cooking for you by the time you walked in the door. the scent of garlic and tomatoes welcomed you through the door. as usual, he rushed to the hallway to take your bags while you plopped down on the velvet couch.

“how was your day, love” he asked while putting your shopping bags in your shared room.

“it was fun, they had the bag i wanted at the chanel store so obviously i had to be the first to buy it” you giggled.

he smiled at how you were excitedly admiring the leather bag. he’d go into debt to make you happy, he existed for your pleasure.

you pulled him by his collar in for a thank-you kiss. “you’re so good to me, i love you” looking him in his puppy eyes. you’d been dating for so long, yet your words still made him nervous. everyday still felt like the first date.

“i love you too” he grinned

you could hear the sound of running water in the jacuzzi bath tub. the moment you texted him, he ran the bath knowing you needed unwind from such a ‘stressful’ day of shopping. “gyu, my feet ache so bad” and just like that, he’s at your feet, massaging each area of pain. he had a thing for tending to your feet. at first you thought it was a little weird but then began to understand it was just another way of him wanting to be beneath you. he ran his large hands up and down your legs, leaving kisses on the soft skin. your moans of relief just further motivated him to put you in a state of pure relaxation. you were both in a trance of lust until the piercing ringing of the smoke alarm broke you apart. after an hour of cooking, he got so lost in you that he burnt the chicken he was preparing.

he shot up and ran to the kitchen. “well that’s dinner gone then” you chuckled. he looked stressed. mingyu cooked for you everyday but on the odd occasion that it goes wrong, he’d beat himself up about it. you went to calm him down before he started catastrophising.

you placed his hand in yours and said in your soft voice, “it’s okay, we can order in. you can cook it again for me tomorrow”. at your hypnotic words, his face relaxed into a smile and he nodded half-heartedly, still upset at the fact that he ‘ruined’ your dinner. you tiptoed to give him a kiss on the cheek, making him instantly forget and melt into your warmth.

“i’m not that hungry anyways. let’s get in the bath, we’ll order after” tugging his arm in the direction of the bathroom.

“but i ran it for you, so you can relax in peace”

“okay but i want to relax with you too, so come on” you nodded with another flashing smile.

he had no choice but to follow you now. you loved having baths with mingyu, it’s the one time you got to take care of him instead of the other way round. no talking, no music, just pure intimacy. and the city view from out the large window just made it feel that extra bit more romantic.

you lit some candles and place them around the large jacuzzi tub. you began to unzip the tight bodycon dress you were wearing and watched mingyu’s face flush red. everytime he saw you naked, he felt as if he was staring at a renaissance painting. your beauty never failed to make him nervous. each curve, each freckle, each scar - he knew it better than the back of his hand.

you caught him in the act but chose to ignore it and let him take it in as the dress slid down your legs. you the turned to undress him, caressing his abs as you lifted his shirt and then leaning in for a kiss. mingyu was so passionate when he kissed, so desperate to savour each movement of your tongue. his hands landed on your bare waist as his growing dick print pressed against your stomach through his boxers. he couldn’t help it, he was just a man after all. a man standing in front of pure perfection. you chuckled into his mouth as you pulled away, allowing him to take off his boxers as you climbed into the tub.

he followed after you and sat opposite you. you leaned over to him and began to wash his hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp as your tits hung in his face. he was truly in heaven. he leaned back onto the edge of the tub and sunk into the bliss. you began to straddle him to get a better grip. you could feel his dick pressing against your heat. at the sudden contact, his breathe hitched and you could feel him growing underneath you. you were about to say something but held your words. the silence paired with your piercing gaze into his clouded brown eyes made him nervous, and that’s exactly how you wanted him; vulnerable. mingyu shivered despite the heat of the water that surrounded you both. the thoughts in his head were so fast yet he still couldn’t budge his focus from you.

you began to slowly caress his face, admiring each feature as his hands found their way back to your waist. while one hand was occupied in stroking his cheek, you used the other to crawl down and pump his painful cock. he whined at the unexpected touch yet still kept unwavering eye contact with you. you started slow but began to pick up the pace as he started thrusting himself into your palm.

“slow down, let me take care of you” you whispered with a smile

the sight of him slowly loosing control made you drip with pleasure. if it wasn’t for the water beneath you, his thighs would be covered in your excitement. his eyes began to close at the stimulation, to which you halted your movements. he moaned at the sudden stop, his face begging you to continue.

“keep your eyes on me, your attention should still be on me”

“i-i’m sorry” he whimpered

“don’t be sorry, i only want the best experience for you baby” you smiled while giving him a peck on the cheek. the way you could still be so adorable and composed while speaking such lewdness was what always got mingyu. no matter what you were doing - whether it be scolding him, slapping him or tying him up - you managed to look so innocent while still holding the overall power. a day didn’t go by where he wasn’t grateful to belong to you.

you leaned in for another kiss. this time it was intense, a lot rougher, more eager. you bit down on his lip, forcing a tear to his eye which you kissed as you pulled away. he looked so pretty when he cried, you couldn’t hold back anymore. you held his cock underneath you, guiding it towards your pussy. you teased him by rubbing yourself against his already throbbing dick to which he begged “please, y/n, i’ll do anything for you”. at his adorable pleas, you sunk down on him, feeling him twitch inside you. your mouth dropped open in pleasure as he threw his head back against the wall.

“fuck, you’re so tight” mingyu grunted.

you took a moment to adjust to his size before you began slowly bounce on his length. mingyu continued to whine louder until reduced the volume to indulge in your own moans of pleasure. each pump hit the right spot and that pleasure was further intensified when he caught one of your nipples in his mouth. the sounds of wet skin slapping, skin sucking and arousal clouded the room. you continued in this position, his hands gently kneading your hips as you to carried on tracing circles around his cock with them.

you were so close but your legs began to get tired and gyu could tell.

“can i eat your pussy, please” he begged, not wanting to see you struggle for his pleasure any longer. you tiredly flashed your adorable smile and he lifted you onto the ledge of the tub as he eagerly placed his head in between your thighs.

“can i start, please” even in times of desperation, he never forgot his manners when addressing you. you nodded lightly to signal him to start. immediately he dug his tongue into your heat as if he was starved, not even taking a second to breathe yet hitting every spot you needed him to. “gyu…your such a good boy for me” you whimpered, which in turn made him get messier with his strokes, losing all control at your praise. your body twitched and involuntarily thrusted yourself into his face, squeezing you thighs around his head. he wrapped his hands around your thighs to get a better grip, only stopping to admire the faces you made as he led you to your climax. “am i doing a good job? should i go slower or faster”

“ngh it’s perfect, your perfect” you slurred. at your praise he moaned against your clit, sending vibrations through your entire body.

“god i’m gonna cum… are you gonna make mommy cum in your mouth” you knew your words only motivated him and you couldn’t help yourself. but your words continued to slur as you reached your high.

knowing you were close, he slipped a finger into your entrance and starting thrusting as he sucked your clit. he himself was reaching how own high and as you leaked into his mouth, he couldn’t help but release. even through his own overstimulation, he still continued to latch on to your pussy like his life depended on it.

after what felt like an eternity of bliss, you finally released all over his face. you gripped onto his thick hair as your back arched and sweet moans left your mouth. mingyu reached in and licked the arousal leaking from your entrance, he felt completed seeing his goddess reach her satisfaction. he leaned back and began to slowly draw kisses up from your torso as you came down from your climax.

“thank you, thank you so much y/n” he panted

he kneeled in front of you as you wrapped your legs around his chest and brought him in for a kiss.

“you’ll always be my good boy, and that’s why i love you”

[chrisgotitall]

pairing: Mike Faist x famous! reader

summary: It's Mike and reader's first free day in quite a while.

notes: a bit smutty

!!! REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN !!!

The sun was weakly peaking from the curtains. You look over at your phone, it's 6 am. You turn to your side and you see Mike, still sound asleep. You smile at how peaceful he looks, his face completely relaxed, his breaths regular and calm. You lay there for a couple of minutes, without thinking of anything because this is your day off. It was nice not having any stress at all but somehow you felt guilty for not having anything to do or think about.

Two arms bring you out of your trance, hugging your waist tenderly and his nose nudges against your arm, his eyes are still closed but you know he's awake.

"Hi..." you say, putting your arm around his head so that now his head rests on your shoulder.

"Morning..." his voice is rusty and low. He stays there just enjoying your embrace, he doesn't seem to share your guilt in having nothing to do.

"We should order breakfast" you say getting up and disturbing the comfortable position he was in, "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know... I was still sleeping actually" he says rubbing his eyes, looking startled.

"Yeah well we can't just rot in bed all day... we should probably get going and do something" you say typing the room service number, with the phone already on your ear.

One hand takes yours, putting the phone down and the other hand presses on your waist pulling you back down on the bed. He pulls you into a hug adjusting your figure onto himself so that he is now cuddling you.

"Rotting in bed sounds really great actually..." he kisses you tenderly but firmly. You can feel the need through his lips. His hands pressed on the small of your back are now travelling to hold your butt.

"Mmh... come on" you say detaching from the kiss pulling yourself up, "You hate lazy days..." you get up completely, causing a sigh from Mike.

"I do but it's the first time we both have a day off... we can actually do nothing, for once" he travelled from the centre of the bed to the end of it, sitting up, you between his legs.

He tries to get you close again, holding your waist. You look down at him, his eyes looking up at you pleading to comply. You put a hand on the nape of his neck and you let the other run through his hair. He instinctively closes his eyes at the touch.

"You haven't been touching me like this in forever..." he pulls the back of your knees wanting you to straddle him. He pulls you into a kiss.

"I know... I'm sorry, I was so caught up in things, I couldn't find the time..." you say breathlessly in between kisses.

"Now you have the time" he pulls you into a heated kiss. He cups your face wanting you as close as possible. Your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt, waiting for him to lift his arms so that you can remove the piece of clothing.

He chuckles at your lust, feeling proud that he convinced you.

His hands go down to your ass, pulling you close and squeezing it causing you to moan in his mouth. His hungry kisses swallow every sound you make. You remove your own shirt causing him to attach himself to your chest and neck, kissing every inch of skin he can get.

You hold his head as his attack on your neck proceeds, he kisses and sucks on your skin, numbing your brain from all the previous guilt and worries. Right now you don't even know what you were feeling guilty about.

A phone rings and it takes you out of the bubble you were locking yourself and Mike into. It's yours. You open your eyes, Mike still kissing you.

"Ignore it" he says kissing you on the lips, cupping your face again, wanting you to look at only him.

"Baby..." you start. He shakes his head no and kisses you again. "It might be important" you reach for your phone, not moving from your position on Mike's legs. You answer your phone. Mike stops everything he was doing. It was your agent, asking you if you were available for a photoshoot next week.

You explain to him the other commitments you have for next week so that he can try and find a free day.

While you talk, Mike watches you with a mischievous look. He gives you a kiss on your neck and one on your chest. Then he starts rubbing his thumb on your clit through your shorts. You sigh in pleasure, looking at him. He was proud of himself.

"Yeah... that's perfect" you say out of breath, both answering your agent and encouraging Mike. You put a hand on his shoulder, trying to balance yourself. You bite your lip trying to not let out a sound.

He increases his speed and you start praying for your agent to end this call right now. You look at Mike and on his face there's nothing but lust, you can see it in his eyes.

"Shit..." it slips out of your lips without even realizing it. Your agent questions you. "I hit my toe, sorry Tom"

You can't take it anymore and end your call telling him you really have to go. You throw your phone on the bed and take Mike's face in your hands, kissing him hard.

Maybe it was the fact that you didn't touch each other in some time but the pit that built up in your stomach explodes causing a rush through your whole body. You moaned his name a few times and once again his lips were on yours taking every sound.