#hmmm wifey

[ghastigiggles]

I feel like Eyefestation has 100% gone after Sebastian before- grumpy boy snarks at everyone, no exceptions- but since Eyefestation can only really do verbal tickling, Eye does it at the most inconvienient times like right before people go into Seb's shop so he's all twitchy and keyed up while struggling to play it cool

ruh roh.

[skitskatdacat63]

Not afraid to say that I shant be able to recover from that strollonso vid.....what is up with them.......

[winterrrnight]

my exams are fucking destroying me but other than that everything's amazing (im on the edge)

what about you pretty girl

-🦉

awwww noo :(( exams suck ass but I'll kiss you all over your gorgeous face to make you feel better 🤭💗

I'm okay angel!!! I really don't do much except stress over college starting in barely over a month 😍

[chuluoyi]

✎ a birthday to remember

- gojo satoru x reader

what is the so-called grand surprise does your husband prepare for your birthday?

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—massive fluff, comfort, pregnant!reader, (cough) pregnant sex

note: hi peeps it's been ages since i last wrote gojo :') and love entries on that matter *sobs* but here it is... my birthday has passed too but here's to any of you whose birthday is near!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“Sensei— happy birthday!”

This year, your birthday happened to fall on a workday.

If it were up to you, you would have taken the day off. However, Satoru had been assigned to Osaka and wouldn’t be returning until weekend, so taking leave and staying at home would most likely make you feel lonely.

Not only that, with you entering the fifth month of pregnancy, you figured it was better to stay active. And by the end of the day—you didn’t regret coming in at all. The students were all so sweet, they even chimed in to get you a pretty maternity dress to wear. You couldn’t wait to tell Satoru about them tonight.

You skipped happily toward the parking lot, but right when you turned the corner, suddenly—

“Wifeeeey!”

“Oh my god!”

You let out a loud gasp and took a step back, taking in the view. A sea of colorful balloons, with a man in suit standing right in the middle of it—

Your husband. In flesh. You blinked once, twice— thrice.

“Satoru...?”

He poked his head out of the string of balloons, a beaming, million-dollar grin lit up his face at the sight of your shocked expression. “Wifeeey! Happy birthdaaaaay!”

Before you could even process his sudden appearance, he had you in a chokehold, engulfing you in a bear hug and nuzzling his face against yours with childlike enthusiasm, the faint scent of his cologne filling your senses.

“What are you doing here?!” you half-shrieked, the surprise spilling from your voice.

He pulled back, frowning dramatically. “Ehhh? You don’t want me to be back?”

“Yes—”

His eyes widened as if you’d just committed the gravest betrayal. “You big meanie!”

“No,” you quickly retracted, trying to hold back your own smile at how comically dejected he was. “I mean… aren’t you supposed to be back on Sunday?”

“Heh heh, nope! I lied~” Satoru chirped, his grin returning in full force. “It’s my wifey’s birthday—how could I not come back for you?”

In that moment, your heart fluttered. He was probably saying it for no reason, but the fact that he really did fly back from Osaka just to meet you for your birthday meant a lot to you.

His big, warm hand then gently caressed your visible baby bump, his grin widening when he got a kick. “Ah, right… Hello to you too, baby! Did I startle you too? Sorry~”

You rolled your eyes, retorting, “He is terrified.”

Satoru leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper directed at your belly. “Don’t worry, baby. Papa’s here now, and he’s got balloons. That makes everything better, right?”

“...how long have you been standing here with these balloons?”

“Hmmm, not long. About an hour, maybe?”

“You shithead—why didn’t you just come inside?”

Satoru’s gasp of mock offense made you laugh despite yourself. “And ruin the surprise? My wifey deserves the full dramatic effect!”

Being Gojo Satoru’s wife certainly came with its fair share of patience-testing episodes, and sometimes you wanted to return him to Yaga for additional lessons of discipline.

But it was candid, over-the-top acts like this that reminded you just how lucky you were to have him.

Satoru brought you to a high-end restaurant for your birthday dinner before the two of you finally returned home.

And the moment you opened the door, you were greeted by countless balloons floating on the ceiling and the ground, the fairy lights illuminating the room in a cozy glow.

You were taken aback, mesmerized by the sight. “When did you even have the time to decorate the house?”

He grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. “I have many little helpers—”

“Don't tell me it's Ichiji and Nanami? Satoru, you—!”

“I promised Nanami I wouldn’t make him blow up balloons! Though I might have heard him grumble something about being above this…”

"You're unbelievable..." You let out a resigned sigh, yet still smiling as you stepped further into the living room, now bathed in the soft, golden glow.

Satoru observed you with a quiet smile. His pretty wife, and the small life within you. He adored you the most out of everyone else in this twisted world.

Click! Click!

"Huh?" You turned to him when you heard the distinct sound of a camera shutter.

Satoru was holding his phone, an amused glint in his eyes. “Just capturing the moment, you know. You, the lights, and baby. It's perfect.”

You giggled. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

He shrugged, that signature grin returning. “What can I say? You’re beautiful.”

Later, you'd find out that one of the photos would be his lock screen from now on. It would be the first thing he saw every time he unlocked his phone.

Satoru brought out the box he had prepared, handing it to you with a sly grin. “Look, sweets, before we go to bed, I have one more gift for you—and you have to wear it now.”

You arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, as you took the box from his hands. The moment you opened it and pulled out the contents, you froze.

“—?! Satoru!”

A scarlet lingerie set. The bra features intricate lace trim along the edges, and the matching panties are equally bold, with a sheer lace overlay. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced at Satoru, who was watching you with an winning grin, clearly pleased with his choice.

“What?” he challenged. “They'll suit you, c'mon.”

“You're absolutely shameless.”

“But you love me anyway~”

You let out a defeated sigh, glancing up at him, already realizing there was no way out of this now.

“You’re lucky I’ve hit my head somewhere and married you.”

. . .

He was right. It fit you perfectly.

The moment you got out of the bathroom, Satoru could feel himself getting hard already. You looked like a vision, the deep red seemed to highlight your every curve, turning you into an effortless seductress.

And not only that, you were adorable too— fiddling with your fingers and touching your rounded belly, barely hiding how self-conscious you were.

"Don't just stare at me..." you mumbled, glaring at him.

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek, his touch tender despite the fire in his eyes. “You’re making it hard to look away, you know.”

His hands then trailed down, skimming the sides of your body, each touch lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. It was almost as if he was unraveling you, piece by piece, and you weren’t sure whether to pull away or pull him closer.

And wait... was it just you or were the space between your legs indeed getting hotter and wetter?

As if reading your mind, suddenly two of his fingers touched your barely clad pussy, and you gasped. That's right— there is indeed a hole in this freaking lingerie!

"Are... we...?" you swallowed, your gaze meeting his.

"Can I?" he asked back, voice husky. His crystal clear eyes burning with lust as he assessed you— from your eyes, lips, and then the inviting sight of your cleavage.

Did you want this?

Of course you were. Your birthday was still far from over, and you missed him too.

In response, you pushed his already hovering fingers inside you, making you hold your breath. From that point on, Satoru knew what you wanted.

Without another word, he rubbed soft circles around your clit, and you let out an unabashed moan at the contact, clinging to his shoulders for support. "Ahh..."

He teased you for a while, before slowly entering his fingers into your throbbing folds, and you were close to collapsing if it weren't for his secure hold over you.

"You're so, so damn naughty..." he whispered lowly in your ear. It was taking everything he had not to lose it right then and there. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, but the sight of your writhing face and that baby bump was damn distracting and ignited the beast inside him.

He made you pregnant already, but there was just this primal desire— wanting to mark you more...

His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, dragging them deep but just not deep enough—

"Please..." you scratched his back unwittingly, frustrated at his shirt that got in the way. "I-I... want... you..."

How sweet. Satoru relished in your titillating breaths and chuckled, vigorously continuing his dirty ministrations.

"Say it louder," he growled in your ears. "Can't hear you."

The bastard. You yanked his hair and made him catch your teary gaze. "I... want you..."

Sinful desire flared to life at your words. "Your wish is my command, missus."

Satoru suddenly pulled out his fingers—ignoring the whine you accidentally let out for being empty all of a sudden—and admired the sheen, sticky whiteness on them.

"I barely did anything and you're this wet already," he snorted, tasting it. "They're right about the pregnancy hormones."

He placed his hand on your waist, pressing a kiss on the firm skin of your belly, before undoing his belt and trousers and pulling out his hardened member.

The sight made you actually gulp, especially when he pumped it. He pulled you to his lap and guided his pride to your sopping entrance. The moment he inserted himself, he let out a groan of relief, while you arched your back and hissed, "Ngh!"

Satoru captured your lips, his hand pressing against your aching spine. He pulled you closer, urging you to take him completely.

"Ahh— ugh... mrgh!" you sighed against his neck as soon as you did, trying to even your breath. This was something you had done so many times before, but why was this time felt like an awakening of some sorts?

"Most beautiful," he breathed in your ear wickedly. "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

He rocked his hips against yours, one hand on your back and the other gripping your thigh. With each salacious thrust, you mewled and he panted, keeping you steady all the while.

He could feel your baby bump rubbing against as his toned abs, going along with the rhythm. Satoru grinned proudly, noticing how much it had grown over the past few months. The baby must be healthy in there, huh?

The relief somehow spurred him into pick up his pace, thrusting you more deeply than before. You almost squealed.

"You know what?" he grunted, mind hazed. He didn't really realize what he was saying to you, to be honest. "You're the prettiest when you're like this— round and full, with my kid."

You only caught the lewdness in his words, but you weren't able to ponder about it as he suddenly buried his face into your supple breasts.

"Look at them, getting bigger too— these days..." He sucked on the sensitive skin and you gasped in pleasure, crying out afterwards when he fondled them with both hands.

Your senses were overly heightened and you knew you wouldn't last long. Satoru too knew he was nearing his orgasm as he tore your new bra and sucked on the mound, furthering your never-ending moans, causing your eyes to roll back as the blinding pleasure overtook you— pushing you to cum right then and there.

In the next second, he pushed you into him impossibly deeper, and his hot release gushed inside your womb. You writhed at the sudden fullness, before getting limp and collapsed into him, not even realizing that you had squirted all over his lap and dress shirt.

Your husband glanced at you, in disbelief himself at the messy scene, but utterly satisfied as his bright eyes twinkled. "Heh..."

You were awoken at three in the morning, and the first thing you noticed was that you were in Satoru's warm embrace.

His arms were wrapped around you securely, holding you close as if he were protecting you even in his sleep. You must have passed out afterwards, as all you recalled was the numbing exhaustion.

Yet you knew for certain that Satoru had cleaned you up, dressed you in your pajamas, and even placed a heat pad on your hips to soothe you.

(He remembered the one time you woke up with cramps right after a raunchy night before)

Your husband was a cheeky shit, but for you, he was willing to go extra miles. It was an overlooked fact sometimes due to how unserious he was, but each time he did and you were reminded of it, your heart always soared.

Looking up, you found his peaceful sleeping face, and not for the first time, you couldn’t help but marvel at how truly handsome he was. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you gently caressed his face.

"Hmm...?" he frowned adorably, and you almost giggled. But when he cracked his eyes open, you almost regretted it—oh yes, he is a light sleeper.

"Sweets...? Can't sleep...?" He turned to you, voice thick with sleepiness. "Anything wrong?"

"No, I'm just watching you." You smiled, poking his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"Really? Nothing's amiss?" His hand gently slid to your belly, giving it a reassuring rub. "You have to tell me if anything’s not right..."

"Hush, I'm fine."

After making sure you were indeed fine, Satoru tightened his arms over you and pressed his eyes shut. You wrapped your arms around his back in response, feeling his steady warmth. Right in this moment, you were overwhelmed with this gentle, soft feeling— love, the kind he gave you so freely and candidly.

Your birthday had passed, but if there was one wish only he could fulfill, surely you could still ask him, right?

"Satoru..." you muttered, feeling the cool breeze of the air conditioner lulling you back to sleep. "Will you stay with me... forever?"

A smile curled on his lips at your question, his eyes still closed. "Silly girl, it's your bedtime, so why ask that?"

You thought he wouldn't answer it as he didn't say anything more. But right before you drift into deep sleep, he pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, giving you his promise— one that felt truer than anything else he had said to you before.

"I will... so you must stay with me too, got it?"

[kagejima]

Listen😂😂 nanami was close to knocking one out of the top spot.....but then the new season came out and they hooked me again 😅

FDHFJKASDLFFAHSDJK fair!!

and the new jjk season is in... what, july? he'll come for our necks again eventually 😂😂

[kurokawaia]

DAY TWENTY ONE - THIGH FUCKING 彡 Mikey

WARNINGS :: final time line! mikey, racer! mikey, afab reader, x fem! reader, nsfw, thigh kink, mating press, slightly rough sex, piv, prone bone, no protection, cum eating, slight manhandling, implied orgasm denial, pet name 'wifey'

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Your legs were placed on his shoulders while his cock was inside your wet folds, pressing against the soft spot in your sticky walls. Mikey had his mouth firmly locked with yours, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips moved against yours, all in a slow rhythm. The sounds of pleasure escaping from your mouth were absorbed by Mikey, who was eagerly savoring the moment. His beautiful partner was making a great effort to match his pace, with your legs draped over his shoulders and your knees by your head on both sides. As Mikey moves away from your lips, you let out a whimper as you crave the close connection with him. "Shh," he whispers in your ear before gently turning you onto your belly, causing a soft gasp to escape from your parted lips. "Ngh, you're taking me s' well wifey. F-Fuck, you feel s' good." His weight pressed firmly against you, with your breasts compressed under the pressure as he pushed you down onto the bed. Mikey's abs stood out distinctly as they pressed against your back, allowing you to discern their shape and contours, you loved his body so much. Mikey adjusted his hands gradually, securing both of yours above your head while being careful not to accidentally catch your hair in the process. A feeling of relief escapes your lips as Mikey lifts himself up from your back just a bit. As much as you loved him squishing down on you, his cock nuzzled so deep into you, your poor body needed to breath, the sensations were just too much. His unrestrained hand traced the curve of your smooth back until his fingers reached your glossy opening, the sharp intake of breath as his fingers moved over your pulsating clit and his body lightly lifted off of yours, giving you room to catch your breath. As he whispers, "You're such a mess," in your ear, he nibbles on your skin, biting the flesh around your neck, leaving red and purple marks behind

"'jiro!" you whimper out.

"Hmmm, what is it, wifey?" he asks, you are taken aback by his sudden move of sliding a finger into your cunt, a moan falling past your lips while he still nibbles on the sides of your neck, black strands of hair tickling your skin.

"D-Don't leave... too many marks... baby," you managed to say through gasps.

Mikey lets out a huff. "Jus' cover them," he replies, curling his fingers inside your pussy, a moan leaves your lips as you arch your ass into touch, your hands clutching at the bed sheets for some relief. 

"Y'know it's hard to-"   You were effectively cut off when you whimpered at the gentle contact when a hefty, throbbing head met your clit. You tried to escape from the pleasurable moment, wanting to squirm forward, but Mikey knew your body better than you did, so he predicted your move to retreat from his touch during the blissful experience. That is the reason he burdened you once more. When Mikey thrusts his throbbing dick into your tender walls, you were breathless as each bend in your wet pussy gripped his shaft. Both of you made a sound of pleasure as Mikey's think cock reached the core of your being. "Fuck, fuck, 'Jiro," you whimper, the way his cock was pressed so tightly against your cervix made your legs tremble beneath him as your breathing was so laboured with moans.  Mikey remains still, not moving deep into your soft walls, eliciting cries of pleasure from you, but he remained still. God, you just wanted him to move.  The sensation of warmth and thickness is felt as the kisses travel from your ear down to the dip of your neck, finally coming to rest upon your shoulder. A panting breath escaped from your open mouth as Mikey thrust his hips into yours. A soft groan escapes your lips as his dick grazed every tender spot in your pussy. You let out a soft moan as his shaft brushed against all the sensitive areas inside your vagina. You whispered "Manjiro!" in frustration as you grew impatient with his sluggish movements. Mikey's knees forced your legs apart, ensuring that any attempt to move would be met with opposition, leaving you pinned beneath him, your appealing body looking minuscule compared to his immense frame. He expected you to be motionless in his entangling clasp. 

His movements became faster, and with intense grunts and moans escaping your lips, his member delved deep into your soft and tight cunt. You clenched tightly around Mikey's cock as he breathed heavily in your ear, whimpers and moans spilling from his lips, fuck, he loves how you make him feel, you and only you.

Mikey was giving you the full effect, making me scream with satisfaction as his pulsating pink tip found that soft, sticky region in your cunt. He moans, "C'mon, baby," and you moaned and sighed, your body trembling with ecstasy. "You can take it, f'me, please, Wifey," Mikey whimpers.  Your body contorted in response to the pleasure, struggling to resist Mikey's forceful hip movements. However, as you shifted away from him, his thrusts reached deeper and with more intensity, hitting your G spot with precision. You sobbed, with mascara streaming down your cheeks, "But, 'baby, it's too much. Take it slow, you're moving too quickly," you murmur and he watches your legs tremble under him as he starts to increase the pace.

He breaths, "You're gonna take it 'cause your s' good for me," observing your thighs quiver beneath him as his hips begin to move more quickly. He loved how your cunt squeezed his cock despite your wishes for him to slow down. He found your words to be contradictory, as you were depriving your body of the release it so desperately needed.

As he hammered into your tight heat, you let out repeated groans. It was as if an instinct had taken hold of you, forcing you to press into his length, but you were powerless against his increasingly powerful thrusts because of his weight.

"So big, you feel so big, Manjiro!" you cry out mewling. "Please, I wanna come."

"Promise I'll let you cum soon," Mikey says, pulling your lips into a kiss, he pulls away, watching the saliva break. "Just keep making those pretty noises for me, you sound so pretty."

You were on your back once more, put your pulsating hole was filled with nothing, his cock laying between your folds. Your legs thrown over his shoulders once more. Mikey was teasingly rubbing his length against your clit, wanting to look at you tremble beneath him and how your thighs quivered.

Mikey slightly pouts, "I know your sensitive, but you can take it, for me."

He rubs his shaft again through your puffy folds and you whimper as tears well once more in your eyes in the need for him inside you, your thighs clamp shut, ripping from his clamp-like hold. Mikey lets out a moan at the tightness from the grip of your thighs clamped around his shaft. 

"Look at you. So pretty," He mumbles trying to keep his moans in. "Stay like this for me, Wifey."

Mikey was in a fog from your soft thighs hugging his length so closely, it made him feel elevated, his tip was just peeking out and it feels so good, your plushy tights so tight around his cock. Although he adored every aspect of you, there were moments when the softness and squishiness of your thighs sent him reeling.

Too overwhelmed and dependent to act otherwise, you comply. He pushes forcefully back and forth between your thighs, squeezing your thighs closer together while sliding between your folds, causing you both to sigh and complain. His balls come to squish up against your ass at every full thrust.

As he continues to drive in between, you wriggle and moan in despair as one of his hands leaves the soft skin of your thighs to play with your clit.

You groan, "Feels s' good, 'baby," causing him to sloppily force himself farther into your thighs. "'m love you, Manjiro. Making me feel so good," you say, slurring as you hear his whimpers get louder, indicating that he is about to be released.

"Gonna cum," He pants as his load spills onto your lower abdomen, some gooey liquid still seeping out of his bulging tip. Just by looking at your cunt and inner thighs covered in his cum, Mikey is almost back, almost coming again. Your chest heaves from the release as you wash over your second orgasm of the evening.

Your legs are carefully placed on the bed when he gently removes them from his shoulders. He hears you whimper as you felt his shaft being drawn away from your entrance and you covered your face with a wince. You could feel Mikey's warm breath caressing your skin and his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck. He spoke to me in a whisper, his words comforting and loving.

"See, you took it," Mikey mumbles

Mikey's body changed, his back now resting on the wooden headboard as his weight was gradually adjusted in the direction of the pillows. He ran his fingers through his tangle of hair. You shakily sit up, straddling his hips and snuggling up against him because you love the way his arms are wrapped around you. 

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[jyoongim]

Hey!! Saw that u were taking request <3 I was thinking that an Alestor x wife!reader being a power (but absolutely terrifying) couple would be soooo cool, like maybe they already knew each other from when they were humans, and Alestor is just 10000% a simp for his wifey lol. Hope u like it!

Behind every strong man was a woman equally as strong.

You and Alastor were THEE power couple of Hell.

Where Alastor tormented and broadcasted the souls he caught, you had your souls compete for your favor.

Benevolent yet malicious.

The Radio Demon and The Collector.

You and Alastor had known each other when you were alive, having been married to the killer for many years.

Alive, you were his pretty housewife, always cleaning his bloodied clothes and taking the initiative to comfort his victims.

Dead, you used your charm and warming presence to make demons trust you and do your bidding.

You had racked up an impressive list of souls when you descended into Hell.

As terrifying as the two of you were, you both adored each other.

”Honey can I have Husker?” You asked the red demon as you got ready for the day. The deer’s ears flicked and he cocked his head

”Dearest whatever for?”

You had been planning a party with Rosie and was in need of new souls, having Husker talents would benefit you well for such an event.

”Hmmm for a party. A few Overlords are in need of reminding why I am the boss” your aura shimmered dark at the thought.

Soft lips pressed against your cheek.

”What would you give me dear” Oh the cheeky bastard.

You quirked a bow, a coy smile gracing your lips

”You wanna make a deal with me baby?”

Purple mist floated through the air at your words and Alastor smirked.

”oh course not my dear. I’ve seen your contracts, that’s what our marriage was for”

The purple mist dissipated and you pouted.

”You can burrow Husker, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” 

You smiled, pressing your lips to his, fixing his bow tie.

”Thank you baby”

[dangermousie]

I love that he thinks wifey is cheating and his response is to cling harder.

I'd say explain, idiot man, but it's vvvv deliberate on his part. His rational sane side is the one that wants to stay apart, it's the irrational one losing it that does all the cling actions.

And so he wipes white creamy stuff off her lips with his thumb hmmm

This said, negging is not a great courtship style.

Those are vvvv interesting blocking choices. Lean forward lady...

Her comments that she knows what he's thinking are as inaccurate as his comments re same.

You are thinking:

PS Gotta love his "can you even succeed in the competition for presidential office interpreter" when he's the one who arranged to hire her ahahhaha

[cupophrogs]

Hmmm fish wifey

After escaping the Blacksite, I think Seb would definitely enjoy cooking! He’s got a loooot of culinary ground to make up considering how long he’s been away from the world.

Also my god am I COOKING

[heaven444child]

Love Reading ❤️

Message from your future spouse 💌

Pick one picture🌌 AND Read these readings mindfully 👻and if you want a personal reading then DM me✨🍀

Pile 1

Pile 1 your future spouse wants to tell you that he has a lot of love for you in his heart ♥️ I am hearing a song - Chandni Chandni Tere Chehre Ki Yeh Chandni Kiss Ki Liye Hai Mere Liye Hai ❣️your future spouse wants to tell you that he can't wait to meet you but right now he cannot give you a commitment because he is currently focusing on his career so that whenever he comes into your life, he can fulfill your every wish whatever you will ask him 🌹💜 he wants to tell you that he considers you wife/husband material ❤️ he wants to create a family with you 👩‍❤️‍👨 your future spouse wants to tell you to wait for him 👫 my dear wifey🫶❣️

Song - sholon si by vishal dadlani , say it right by nelly furtado

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Pile 2

Pile 2 Your future spouse wants to tell you that it's nothing like you think it is 🫣 I know things aren't going well between us right now 🍂 I don't know if I should tell you this or not 🫨 But if I don't tell you then whom will I tell 🌹🌝 I'm going through some financial problems in my life right now 🍃 Due to which I can't connect/talk to you right now 🌜 But don't think that I don't care about you 😕 Because I always stalk you on social media 🥺 I want to send you a message 😔 But why...why can't you see this 😭 Why can't you see me or my heart 😣 Please look at me once 🥹💕 Hearing these lines reminded me of a Kdrama Right now your future spouse's situation is exactly like that male character where he tells the girl he likes ki why can't you see me 😭Why don't you look at me 🥺Just look at me once🥹 Hmmm…. Your future spouse loves you so much 💕👀 This scene reminded me of (KDrama - Cheer Up) 🌸If possible, pray for your future spouse that whatever financial problem he is facing in his life gets over soon 🫶♥️

Song- stay lost with me by reed pittman

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Pile 3

pile 3 Your future life partner wants to tell you that he is also struggling to move forward in his life or when he becomes capable for you, then he will offer you his love 🫶❤️ He cannot wait 👀 He just wants to come to you quickly 🍀💜 because he has a lot of passion for you in his heart 🫣 or he is afraid of losing you 🥹 because he knows that there are many people who like you 🌹 You have a lot of options 🦋 but he trusts your love that you will wait for him 🫣♥️ You will always choose him ✨🍀

Song - little bit more by suriel Hess , sugar daddy by qveen herby

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Stay blessed ✨🍀 AND thankyou for your support 🫶♥️

[localplaguenurse]

Now I come into your ask with my usual deranged horniness//HIT

You've done the wifey seeing their past self bc ley line anomalies but consider.... wifey meeting past Morax

Do I want wifey to be sandwiched by Morax and Zhongli and this is my excuse? .....Maybe

wasxdfcghvhjbj but fr imagine past Morax being like, so this is life after winning the archon war (or even retiring from archonhood) hmmm and being so smitten with wifey like damn future me scored I want them <3

(Wifey can barely handle ONE Morax let alone two)

This has not been beta read. Also read prev leylines fic for context because I'm treating this as a part two.

Few mortals travel to Guili Plains these days. It's been a few decades since blood was last shed here, as it's been a few decades since the end of Liyue's Archon War. By now, new plant life has already begun to prosper, though the land still bares noticeable scars.

You're fortunate enough that your body is still youthful, if only because the body of a twenty-one year old can walk off a rough trip better than a fifty-three year old's. The grass is lush enough that any old cuts in the ground are obscured, making for some pretty frequent tripping hazards. You're glad you wore your painting attire, as it would kill you to get grass and mud stains in your nicer clothes.

You've talked with Morax a handful of times about Guili Plains, notably if he was comfortable with you or your children exploring it as you know this place holds a lot of his memories, good and bad. He has told you he is okay with you exploring, so long as you're careful and let him know when you'll be back. You've yet to have any issue with his conditions, save for maybe being careful, but it's not your fault that there are so many hidden cracks and gashes that you always stumble at least once when you visit.

Picking your various pencils and brushes up out of the grass, you look up and pause.

Of course you recognize the figure ahead of you, resting next to a large boulder. What shocks you, though, is the state he's in. The white of Morax's cloak is stained red, as is the tip of the polearm propped up next to him. You freeze up, a hand covering your mouth, before you quickly make your way over to him. What is he doing here. Why is there blood? How much of it is his? What happened?

"Morax?!"

His head snaps in your direction, and something about the harshness in his face stops you in your tracks. He's never given you this look, not once. You've seen him upset and angry but not like this. He stands up, and when he steps forward, he towers above you.

He tilts his head, and though he seems irritated over your intrusion, he also seems... confused?

You snap out of it and step forward, grabbing one of his arms. "What happened? Are you okay?"

He pulls his hand back immediately, taking a step back. He stares at you, almost bewildered, before a smirk cracks across his face.

"Aren't you a bold little mortal..."

The growl in his tone sends a shiver up your spine. You open your mouth to say something, but then you absorb his words.

Bold little mortal.

You two have been married for going on thirty years now, and have had a brood of five children now. He doesn't refer to you as a "mortal," but by a slew of more endearing pet names. Not only that, but he's never taken an almost patronizing tone with you like this.

It clicks.

This isn't your Morax.

Well, not yet. You have a flashback to the incident at the monastery, where you had comforted your former self. To have Morax first and foremost not recognize you, but also refer to you as a little mortal is indication enough of this. Not only that, you can see he has fewer scars on is body, and the ones he does have seem fresher. Whatever happened at the monastery is happening again.

Morax leans down, seemingly amused by your bewilderment. "Hm? Oh, has the cat caught your tongue, or however you mortals use that phrase? You were so confident in approaching me, so what's changed?"

You clear your throat, and you consider how you want to phrase this explanation. I mean, this is just a memory of Morax, seemingly. You don't have to interact with him, but you also want to.

You figure it's better to get this out of the way.

"I'm your wife."

"..."

Morax tilts his head back and quite literally roars with laughter. You feel it thundering in your chest as he hollers. He wipes a tear from his eye, still chuckling, before he grins down at you.

"You are quite possibly the most confident or most foolish mortal I've yet to meet," he says, "and I truly must thank you. I haven't heard a joke like that in years."

You sigh, turn around, and move your hair away from your neck to expose the mark he left there. "I don't quite know how to explain this," you tell him, "or why you are here, but you're a younger version of my husband, and I am your future wife." You let your hair back down and turn to him. "W-We got married near the end of the Archon War, and you claimed me maybe a year later."

Morax looks you over, analyzing your attire, your figure. He circles you, like a wolf sizing up its prey, taking in every detail of your appearance.

"While I admit that you are a rather pretty little thing," he purrs, "I hope you take no offence when I ask why I would marry a mortal woman."

"There's a small village, it's maybe a week's travel north from Mt. Tianheng," you explain, "it has an even smaller monastery. It has an orchard full of ginkgo trees and a shrine dedicated to you. There's a seal put in place to keep the village safe from demons and the Archon War."

Morax pauses.

You continue. "The shrine was broken, and since I was shrine caretaker, the blame was put on me. My abbess..." You look down at your feet. "My abbess gave me to you as payment to fix the seal... You... You would later on kill her for mistreating me all my life."

"... How?"

"You turned her to stone," you say, "and then shattered her body like pottery."

"Hm... I admit, that does seem like something I would have done," he says, "and your knowledge on the shrine lends credence to your story. Still, I have difficulty believing you could be my little wife."

"Why is that?"

He chuckles. "You're very small compared to me. Most mortals have difficulty handling my... form, so I highly doubt you would fare well..."

You blush, but find yourself chuckling with him. You cross your arms. "Considering I've given you five children, I think I handle you very well."

It's Morax's turn to be surprised. "Five...?"

"The last pregnancy was twins," you tell him. "We have two sons, three daughters. They called you baba, and some of them still do. Our oldest, Yānjiáng, calls you father nowadays."

"You gave me... five children?"

"I can show you the stretchmarks."

Morax's face is void of emotion as he considers your words. He stares at your face, looking for any sign of dishonesty or perhaps delusion. Surely, you must be delusional, approaching the Warrior God like this, with no fear and claiming to be his future wife and mother to his five children. He doesn't find any, which is even more bewildering.

After a moment, he smiles. There's still something slightly mocking to it, as though he thinks you're lying, but there's a softness to his expression as he regards you.

"You weave an interesting and truly unbelievable story, little mortal," he states, lifting you chin with clawed fingers, "though I must admit, I'm intrigued. I suppose I will have to find you in the future to see if your story holds any merit."

Morax leans down to kiss your forehead. When his lips disappear, so does he, along with his bloodied polearm. You touch your forehead, and still feel his lips lingering on the skin.

The encounter leaves you with artist's block, simply unable to focus on recreating the scenery. You gather your thoughts and things, and begin to head home. You weigh in your head if you want to tell your Morax about the encounter, if he'll believe you at all. You know he trusts you, but that's still a strange claim to make.

... You're definitely going to ask him to do the growl voice more, though.

[secret-saiki]

woman? not women? hmmm..... gonna take a wild guess about which one you're talking about.....................

airua

that was a typo but yes aiura shes my wifey (if she's ok with me saying that)

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

In case your ask box is still open for sex questions (CN: mention of CSA)

Do you have any advice on how to reconceptualize yourself as a subject of desire? I was very much raised to consider myself mainly an object of other people’s (straight men’s) desire and this was violently inscribed into me as a child and teenager.

Now I’ve transitioned and I’m being read as male (I guess most people read me as a cis gay guy?) so this object-of-desire messaging has largely stopped. I find this pretty disorienting, both because of the loss of “positive” feedback and because I literally do not know how to be anything BUT an object of desire.

I’m looking for ways to learn what I want, develop intentions and follow through on them but I find this so difficult. Even just communicating about my desire with anyone fills me with existential dread and anxiety. I used to have this self-image of being a slut but after a lot of therapy work I’ve just sort of stopped having sex and I’m a little lost with this.

I wanna do (more) therapy about this but I’d be interested to hear your opinion if you have one!

Thank you so much both for taking the time to read this and for all you’ve shared so far! It has been really helpful and interesting for me!

Oooh great ask! (And my ask box is always open for anything always. If I'm not willing to respond to what I'm sent, I simply won't, or will post a brief "hey this asker, sorry I'm not the right person!" Or whatever lol)

Anyway lets talk about this because I was literally just talking to a partner about this yesterday:

Hmmm. Possibly a disorganized/incoherent thought pattern, but I think as follows: I am accustomed to offering my pleasure and pain to the desires of others and finding pleasure in the giving of power over me. I am left a bit unmoored how to offer service to someone who does not seem to want the power to instruct me in what I am to give, even if other aspects are desireable to you. It will be interesting to learn what it can look like to offer my own desires as service to another I think.

So every time my service top and I fuck, it starts the same way.

Top sits down in the cozy chair and I lay in bed and snuggle up into the blankets. We chitchat until one or both of us brings up an activity we'd like to do. If I bring up an activity, I tend to bring it up based on current interests or recent fantasies. My service top tends to exclusively bring up fantasies I have shared with them in the past.

This is difficult because I am *fucking petrified* of sharing my fantasies with people I fuck. I Do Not Want To Do That.

I understand how silly that sounds given all my tomfoolery recently, but the thing is: what I *want* is kind of fucking dark. Not like. Content wise (okay so sometimes cnc can get content dark too sure fine fuck) but emotionally. I am SUPER aware that the vast majority of my sexual desires are tied, in some way, into the way I blur love and abuse. I was actually talking about this at staff meeting yesterday too, naming for people the cognitive dissonance of needing to defend and normalize something in order to survive while also needing to eliminate it from your life entirely, and the wild swings of instability that can come as you flip between these.

Nothing is more pleasurable to me than pain. Nothing is more erotic than someone choosing to inflict extreme sensations until I sort of....reboot. When Wifey and I first got together, she had to sit me down and explain that while she was happy to play in the fetish with me, she NEEDED me to be able to differentiate between "fetish" and "self-harm using another human being as the harm". This is.....not really something I've mastered.

Cpnversations like this have been really important for me. In the moment that someone demonstrates the capacity to harm(not just hurt, HARM) me, I get intensely turned on. What does this mean psychologically? No fucking clue.

But over the years a few different partners have had some version of this conversation with me "I will happily do what brings you pleasure, but I will not allow you to use me to damage yourself."

It's a hard conversation I'm not gonna lie, but that's because it's important. And it gets to the conversation of object/subject of desire.

See, I have learned that my relationship to self-harming sexual practices was rooted in the inability to believe that I was loved unless I was in pain. Physical pain was genuinely pleasurable, but emotional pain wasn't, and I was utterly unable to tell the difference. The emotional pain caused by partners who were willing to harm me was slotted into the same box in my brain as the physical pain caused by partners who felt violated by realizing they had caused me harm. But it shouldn't have been.

Some people left me. I left others. Little by little I realized as partners came and went that I felt much worse around certain partners and sought sex and pain to stabilize, vs feeling much BETTER around other partners and seeking sex and pain to experience each other intimately.

Now my partners tell me no when I ask for something that they feel concerned about me not being thoughtful of myself in asking. My partners ask me to want things without first giving me parameters in which it is acceptable to want and sometimes I tell them a desire and it is fulfilled and ither times I tell them a desire and it is denied, and ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL that is done with love.

My service top sits and waits for me to say how I want to be cared for, and if they realize I am unable to, they offer me a safe, pre-negotiated alternative to making a decision. This is power as a gift, not as theft. They take nothing that is not freely given, ever, even when they pin me down and fuck me.

I don't know when all this started turning into a genuine ability to discuss my desires with myself (let alone my partners) but the safety of no (not just mine, but MY PARTNER'S) has been so fucking mission critical to that shift.

So lets name some resonances here:

Self concept as slut despite cyclical episodes of sexual abstinenance and a genuine inability to measure up objectively to many of my best slutty slutty friends and role models

History of subjugation of self and denial of right to your own no

The message that if your partner gives you a no that means something is wrong, rather than embracing and reveling in your mutual right to an un-interrogated no

Difficulty conceptualizing oneself as autonomous in desire rather than an object to have desire enacted upon

Terror of communicating any successfully conceptualized desire secondary to either mistrust of others' ability to genuinely care for us and/or fear of real and perceived abandonment/rejection

Lets name the solutions my partners found:

Establish boundaries with me that both expect and REQUIRE me to be capable of identifying and expressing boundaries of my own

Collaboratively build a process of repair following a no that acknowledges both the distress of the rejection and the need for a boundary to not be crossed or pressured

Practice wanting - this is obvi gonna be different for everyone, but my partners have established a lot of different ways they ask me to practice wanting a thing and expressing the want to them in a low stakes environment

Recognizing that "wanting" and "continuing to want" are not inherent bedfellows, and often I will need to back out of a thing I wanted

Learning how to reconnect with my body - we really haven't talked about this one yet, but my relationship with embodiment is......bad. i have had suicidal levels of dysphoria since I was nine years old for a number of reasons, some related to gender, others to chronic health conditions, others secondary to physical abuse, and still others secondary to the coercive/traumatizing medical practices inflicted on my throughout childhood. I am largely incapable of remaining present in my body for more than about 30min at a time and this level of grounding has taken LITERAL DECADES to manage. Sex has gone from a way I further inflict this harm on myself to a way I learn to love and safely experience my body. The more memories I build of safe/secure pleasure, satisfaction, comfort, coexistence, etc, the more it feeds into and nourishes my trauma recovery. After all, how can I know how to want anything if I can't even feel its effect on me? Whether or not I enjoyed the experiment? My partners have each found their own way, through a careful balance of pain, communication, pleasure, withdrawal, etc., to keep me anchored in my body with them enough for it to ACTUALLY BE SAFE to fuck me or play with me. Friend, for 17years I thought I couldn't have an independent orgasm. In the last 2 years since a few major milestones of embodied restoration, I have managed a half dozen on my own, and am now near guaranteed orgasm with a partner. While I still ENJOY an overstimulation/lack of control induced orgasm, it has ceased to be my only option for pleasure, and I can't tell you how much that changes things

This got super long and my brain went all over so I hope I haven't gotten too confusing or off track here but I think the TLDR is probably this:

TLDR: for those of us whose subjugation was multi-layered and/or all-encompassing, we may simply never be done processing the ways in which we learned to subjugate ourselves in a desperate and subconscious attempt to survive. This sounds terrifying when you first encounter the idea. If you can persist long enough, it will begin to taste like freedom. Just because the panopticon lives inside us doesn't mean we have to help it continue to abuse us once our jailers have gone from our world. The fear is old and comes from a time when someone could and would harm you and you lacked any recourse. That time is dead, but you are not. For years you made yourself into the image of a survivor. Now you must learn how to make yourself in the image of someone who is truly living. You have never known any terror so strong as freedom in your whole life. You will never know a greater joy than abandoning that terror in the dust bin of your history. I love you. What happened should never have happened. It is part of you, and every day you persist that part becomes less meaningful as it is subsumed by the experiences of loving and being loved with abandon. You have survived. You will do so much more. I love you, but it doesn't matter. I love you and it's the most important thing in the world. I love you and I will never need to know you to justify that. I will still love you when I know you. I don't matter because this only ever deserves to be about you. You are alive. You are a glorious accident the world will never see again. You could not possibly be forgotten.

We will all be forgotten.

To be forgotten is to have been loved deeply enough to grow away from and to have changed enough to become something new.

If the void calls eternal, than why not revel in the Noise And Joy of Living before it comes for us

[clownprincehoeshi]

Parallel Hearts - Chapter 7

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?

Pairing: fem reader x ?idol

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: for all chapters-Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Stalking-Harrassment-Cheating-Death mentions Minors don’t interact!

Word count: 5637

Previous chapter

Masterlist

After a few weeks away from your new home in Seoul, coming back broke your heart a little more. Because it reminded you of Mingyu and you still had feelings for him. Just whishing to make the feelings go away it won’t do anything.

Of course you had thoughts about you maybe rushing into breaking up and not believing in him enough. But he had a reputation and you saw with your own eyes. Also, Jun told you he doesn’t think Mingyu did anything that night, because he knew the guy loved you.

Loved? Does he still love you? Did he ever love you? Would you give him a chance?

You really don’t know, and all this thinking gives you a headache. Better think about something else, or even better, find something to do to keep your mind away from him. So you decide to make today a day for yourself. You will go on a date with yourself, a walk, some ice cream, maybe a movie.

So you take a nice shower, put all the lotions of the world all over your body, put a great outfit with a cute makeup and go for a walk.

The November air is pretty cold and you like to feel warm, so you opted for an oversized coat and a fluffy beanie. Also, a mask, because you can’t stand cold air coming into your nose and mouth. Trees are almost bald at this time, the scene might look sad and creepy, but somehow it’s a feeling of freedom.

Everyone should take themselves on a date from time to time, you think. You don’t know why when it’s almost zero Celsius outside, you crave ice cream. Is it because Mingyu used to bring you some all the time and you would cuddle on your couch, eating a whole bowl together?

Memories like that keep sneaking up on you. Every little thing reminds you of him, that’s how your brain works. It was the same after every major breakup you had. It’s normal to get attached to someone and after they’re gone, your mind still goes to them and connects dots.

A cute fancy cake place catches your eye and decide to enter and chose whatever you like. Something with marshmallow and strawberries. Feels nice to sit on a window table, eating your cake in peace, looking at the people walking on the sidewalk.

You remind yourself to workout more, maybe drag Hana to a local gym 3 times a week. Even going on long walks it’s really good for the mind and body, you always loved to walk and observe the city.

Hmmm, I wanna go out and have fun tonight, should call Hana.

Hana: Wifey, hiiii!

Y/N: Should we go out tonight and dance?

Hana: Hell yeah!

Y/N: Ok, then I’m going to the cinema in a little while then going to head home and get ready.

Hana: Who you’re going with? Date?

Y/N: Date with myself, yes. I really need to take my mind of everything that happened lately.  I know I just came back from my vacation, but here, everything reminds me of him.

Hana: Wifey, you need some fun in your life. More than usual.

Y/N: I don’t know, not really in the mood for going out. I would just sit on a chair and zone out, and people would just come bother me with stupid questions.

Hana: Ok, then maybe something more quiet, like dinner and hanging out? You could invite Jun too and I don’t know…

Y/N: Girl. Do you like Jun?

Hana: Haha, look at the time. See you later at your place, I’ll bring food and drinks. Byyeee!

She always does this when she’s caught. She’s so ridiculous. But she’s right, I should do more fun stuff.

After texting Jun about tonight’s plans, you walked home. On the way, you stopped at the supermarket to get your favourite snacks.

As soon as you’re close to your complex building, a text comes up on your phone screen.

Unknown number: You look pretty today, but pretty girls shouldn’t walk alone all day.

Trying to remain calm, you pretend the text didn’t phase you, you put it in your pocket and walk a little faster. You look around to see if you’re being followed but now that you’re thinking about it, everyone looks suspicious.

Getting inside your building never felt safer. You ask the security at the front door if anyone asked about you and they say no.

You hurry to get inside your apartment and immediately call Hana. She doesn’t pick up. You call Jun. no answer, he’s probably really busy. Your mind starts to go places and you even contemplate about calling Mingyu.

Ugghh, I’m just sick of this shit!! Why are they doing this? It’s probably stupid Jungkook again. I should be more careful from now on about my surroundings, I never am. I’m so dumb sometimes.

Managing to calm yourself down after a while, you need to unwind some of this pent up frustration, so the best solution for now is going to the gym. Some boxing will sure help. Even at the private gym in your building, you keep an eye on every single guy that’s in your line of vision. Nobody is to be trusted.

30 minutes hitting the boxing bag, already feeling better, then some heavy weighting to end. Feeling like a brand new person. Now it’s time to get back to your apartment, take a hot shower and get thing ready for the little get together with your friends.

It’s 8 PM and Hana and Jun are at your place, eating some Mexican food and talking.

Y/N: Guys, I think I am being followed again.

Jun: What??? Who’s following you?

Hana: It’s fucking JK again? I swear to God, I’ll kick his balls!

Y/N: I don’t know, it might be him. Or I might have another stalker.

Jun: Girl, wouldn’t it be a good idea if you told Mingyu about this? He might be able to help, especially if it’s concerning Jungkook.

Y/N: Ugh, I don’t wanna talk to him though. I am not ready to hear from him or see him.

Hana: Please be careful when you’re on the street, when you’re walking into your building, in the elevator, even when you’re about to open your door. Who knows… I’ve seen and heard a lot of crazy stories.

Jun: Can you promise me something? If things like this happen again, please let Mingyu know. I know he still cares about you and would do anything for you.

Hana: How do you know that?

Jun: We talk, we’re besties. He knows we hang out and he always asks about you, if you’re ok, if you’re sleeping, eating, if you’re sad or lonely. Maybe with time you two can talk about what happened, fix things between you and even be friends.

Y/N: I don’t know, really. If I didn’t have this much shitty history with exes, maybe I’d give him a chance to explain. But I’m just so tired, you know. Just tired. I’m still not over him, but I can’t keep let men lie and cheat. Even if he didn’t cheat, I won’t allow my partner get into that type of situations where they make me doubt them and look like a fool.

Jun: I think you just need to do things in your own pace, nothing more. I’m sure he will wait for you to heal.

You feel so emotional that tears start running down your face, because you really feel loved right now. You have two good friends that are ready to throw hands for you. They both rush to hug you and they hold you like that for minutes, until sobs start to disappear.

The rest of the evening, they make you sit on the couch between them, holding your hands while watching your favourite funny movie, The Grinch.

Hana: Want us to sleep over? We can make a huge bed in the living room and sleep here all three.

You just nod and cuddle into them more.

Y/N: I’m so lucky to have you both. And thank you, Jun, for being genuinely my friend and not having hidden intentions. I feel like so far, all the men in my life that acted as friend had other intentions. So thanks, you’re a real one!

Next morning, Jun left for work early and both you and Hana got ready for office together. You gave her some of your clothes to wear.

Hana: I’ll drive you home after work today, and I’ll be doing that for a while, to make sure you’re not followed.

Y/N: I’d usually say no, but I am actually a little concerned. So thanks, it means a lot. And you know I’d do anything for you too.

Hana: Love you!

Y/N: Love you too!

Today there’s a shoot for Jongga, and you didn’t bother asking who amongst the Seventeen members will be in it. You just knew one of them is the new ambassador for the company.

When you walked into the studio, you saw the staff doing their jobs. Some was sitting on the chair, having his makeup done. Couldn’t see his face, but you were sure it wasn’t Mingyu and you felt relieved, even though you missed him.

This guy has black hair, a little long and a little curly. Wearing a red suit and looking really good from behind. When he gets off the chair and turns around, you two lock eyes and stop for a moment. His cheeks turned pink and it made you smile, remembering the time when you pushed him into that wall and kissed him in front of JK and Mingyu.

Well, he looks hotter than usual, more buff. And that longer hair does things. You were impressed, but then you remembered how he was a little shit to you. So you thought you could play a little and get your revenge. Nothing big, just teasing him.

So you take advantage of the situation and the way he’s blushing after seeing you and you wave at him and send him a cute wink. It works, not his face is all red. You start to giggle and you turn to find the photographer for some last touches about the set.

The whole shoot, you gave Hoshi long flirty stares and smiles. You loved watching him fluster. He kept on zoning out, not being able to focus, kept on running into things, stumbling over. You could feel his eyes on you every time he looked. And each time, you would look back at him to catch him and make him feel shy.

After the shoot was over, your assistant brought some food and drinks and you got an idea. Seeing as Hoshi was getting his makeup removed, you grabbed a tray and put some food on it, stuff you thought he would like, then went towards him and placed the tray on the table next to him.

Y/N: Here, I’m sure you’re hungry. We’ve been here for over 8 hours, you’ve worked hard.

He turned and looked into your eyes and blushed again.

Hoshi: O..oh, thanks! Really.

You touched him shoulder, a little pat and smiled, then walked away. That should do for today, he’ll be thinking about me all day. He thinks he’s a big bad tiger, huh?

Then you went to Hana’s desk to tell her about it.

Hana: At least I am seeing you smile, it’s been weeks since the last time you smiled. But please, don’t break the poor boy. He seems so helpless.

Y/N: I can’t forget how he treated me. I won’t treat him the same way, I’m not evil, but a little teasing will be fun.

Later that day, while you were at the grocery store, you got a text from Jun.

Jun: What did you do to Hoshi? He’s been talking about you the whole day. We had practice for the performance team and our ears hurts from how much he yapped.

Y/N: Oh, what you mean, bestie? I did nothing, I’m an innocent angel. I was just nice to him.

Jun: I don’t know, he kept saying you’re really cool and pretty. He’s insane. What you doing now?

Y/N: Market, wanna cook tonight and go to bed early. Tomorrow we’re having a big meeting about your new show that we might work on.

Jun: Wasn’t Hana driving you home?

Y/N: She did, but the market is next to my complex and she dropped me here. I’ll be careful.

Jun: Text me when you get home.

Y/N: Ok, mom!

You had no idea you spend an hour inside the store, because now it’s dark outside. You have a 5 minute walk to your building. Taking a left, you notice a guy walking your way, wearing black clothes, a hoodie and mask.

Oh. Shit, I don’t have the pepper spray on me.

There’s nobody else around and you feel tensing up as you and the stranger walk closer and closer towards each other. Right when you get close enough to him, you pretend to wave someone behind him, so he thinks someone’s waiting for you.

Suddenly, you start running, carrying groceries in your paper bag. The fastest you ever ran, you think, but then why did it seem like you didn’t move an inch?

The guy started calling your name, yelling after you. You were sure he started running, trying to catch you. So you started screaming.

Y/N: Leave me alone!!!!

Stranger: Y/N!!! I’m going to catch you, so stop running!

But your building was so close and you felt a little better knowing the guard will be net to the entrance. As soon as you reached the door, you started punching the glass for the guard to let you in. you felt a strong hand grab your coat as the door opened and you got inside.

Trying to get away from his grip, you screamed at the guard and threw your bags on the ground. Both hands pulling on your coat. The stranger hesitated to step inside the building, but he kept trying to get you out of it. This is not how you imagined your end.

Luckily, the guard came over and scared the stranger away, and the jerk ran. Your fell on the floor after he released the grip on your coat. Tears starting to cover your face, your whole body shaking from the scare. This had never happened to you, not at this scale.

Guard: Miss, are you ok? Did he hurt you?

But you were not able to make a work for some minutes, you were in shock.

He managed to lift you up and you threw yourself in his arms, asking if the guy is still around.

Guard: No, he ran away, you’re safe now. Let’s get you a chair and some water.

He sat you down, your hands still shaking. You couldn’t stop crying. He offered a glass of water and you drank it all immediately. He waited for you to calm down a little, until you were able to speak.

Guard: We should call the police and your family or friends, or someone.

Y/N: Can you please get my bag? My phone.

He brings your bag, you take your phone out and press the call button.

Y/N: Please come. Someone attacked me in front of my building and I’m scared.

You were sobbing while on the phone, but he understood everything and the only think you heard was “be there in 15”.

When you saw him, you felt like crying harder. Your legs couldn’t move, he came to hug you and tell you it’s going to be ok. You knew that no matter what, he will come.

Mingyu: Tell me what you need right now? Want to call the police?

Y/N: No. I don’t know. Take me upstairs, please.

He took your bags in one hand and your hand on the other. The whole way up in the elevator, you couldn’t keep away. You felt to scared that you needed to be stuck to his chest to feel safe. He was so angry this happened to you.

He put in your door password and got you inside. He felt happy you didn’t change the password after the breakup.

Mingyu: Let me put the food away and I’ll run you a bath, ok?

You just nod, with a sad face.

After the bath was ready, he lifted you in his arms and carried you into the bathroom where he slowly put you down.

Mingyu: Can I help you take your clothes off or you want to do it? I can leave the room..

Y/N: You do it, my hands are still shaking. Please.

You should feel embarrassed, ashamed, but all you feel is safety. Because you know him, you feel comfortable.

He takes your clothes off, then helps you get in the hot tub. While you’re sitting in the hot water, he keeps on patting your head and back.

Mingyu: I’m here, you’re safe.

You finally lift your eyes and look at him and you see how miserable be looks. His eyes are teary.

Mingyu: Want to talk about it?

Y/N: Not right now. I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.

Mingyu: Baby, you can always call me. I told you.

Y/N: Were you busy?

Mingyu: Doesn’t matter, you are more important. But let me call the guys and let them know you’re ok. They were worried. Jun wanted to come too, but he needed to stay for practice.

He gets his phone to call Jun. He answers so fast.

Jun: Tell me she’s ok.

Mingyu: Yes, she’s fine. I’m with her at her place.

Jun: Jesus fuck! What happened?

Mingyu: I don’t know yet, she will tell me later. She’s too scared right now.

Jun: Ok, just keep me posted, ok?

When he gets back to you, he sits on the floor next to the tub, holding your hand.

Y/N: Can you stay tonight?

Mingyu: Of course.

When you’re out of the bath tub, he helps you dry off and put comfy clothes on.

Mingyu: Come on, sit on the couch and I’ll make some tea, then prepare something to eat. I don’t wanna hear complaints.

You sit on the couch, covered in your favourite fluffy blanket, watching him cook in your kitchen. You try to think about how this makes you feel. If you could forgive him and get over what happened. Your break your own heart again, realizing that you could never forget about it and you could never be the same with him.4

And what’s the point of being with him if you can’t get over it and be happy and trust him again? You like to hope though, but deep down you know it. It’s not the same, it’s never going to be the same again. You never want to trust a man again.

You cry again, but this time because of your heart. You still love this man and you can’t be with him.

He sees you’re crying and he comes to hug you and kiss your cheeks. He also kisses your lips, a small peck. But it felt like fire. It burned you whole and it made your heart hurt more.

Mingyu: I will get back to the kitchen, but I’m here, not going anywhere.

You lay back into the couch, wanting to be swallowed by it and just disappear and make the pain go away.

After a while he comes back, food ready. He cups your cheek, asking if you want him to feed you and you say no.

You tell him it’s ok to sleep in your bed and that you need him to hold you. You know this will break your heart even more, but what’s one more, right? You’ve got this far, you’re poor heart is on the floor in thousands of pieces. Nothing will build it back together anyway.

He holds you the whole night, whispering sweet words.

Mingyu: I’m really sorry. For everything. We could talk about everything that happened tonight and between us when you’re ready. I wish I could take us back in time before I screwed up, but I can’t. I know you can’t trust me now and I swear, I could never cheat on you. Never.

You can tell he’s crying too. Maybe he’s telling the truth.

After he’s making sure you’re asleep, he closes his eyes too.

You wake up in his arms, feeling his breathing into your hair. You used to love this, but now it only brings you anxiety. You feel like he’s  not yours anymore and that he could just disappear any moment. You hate this feeling.

When he feels you shift in hi hold, he brings you closer and kisses your head. A soft “I love you” passes his lips and you feel like crying.

You need to end this, you can’t take it anymore.

Y/N: Gyu?

Mingyu: Yes, my love.

Y/N: I can’t do this.

He slowly sits up in bed to face you. He wasn’t expecting this.

Mingyu: Can’t you try?

Y/N: I can’t trust you, and every time you look at me or tell me something nice, my heart breaks again. Because I know I can’t go back to what we were.

Mingyu: I was very drunk that night, I admit. And I remember talking to that girl. I just don’t remember going to my room with her, everything is blurry after I left the party. I would not lie to you. I swear. I’m sure this is a set up of JK.

Y/N: I just can’t believe that. You don’t even know what happened, if something happened or not. I can’t forget that and if we’d get back together, my mind would keep going back to that moment and I would feel miserable. It would influence our relationship. Trust me, I know myself. I’ve been there before.

Tears start to fall on his cheeks and he take your hands in his. You pull them away.

Y/N: I just can’t. I can’t give you what you want. At least not now. I don’t know about the future. Maybe 5 years from now I am able to heal and start over, maybe you’ll be married with the love of your life.

Mingyu: You’re the love of my life, you’re the one I want to marry.

You drop your head and try your best to keep your tears inside, but you can’t.

Y/N: I’m sorry. I still love you, but I can’t do this to myself. I would be miserable.

Mingyu: I understand. You…. want me to stay a little longer today? Are you feeling better now?

After you broke his heart, he’s still thinking about you. and this makes you break some more.

Y/N: You can go, I’m ok. I’m sure you need to work.

He comes closer to you to give you one last hug then he gets up and leaves. You know that if you don’t walk him to the door, you’ll feel worse.

Y/N: I’m here if you ever need me.

Mingyu: Same. Bye, Y/N!

God, now I can finally ugly cry alone. I’ll miss you, Gyu!

And you cry, the whole day. He calls you at some point to make sure you’re ok. He also tells you that he will take care of the situation from last night with your stalker. He is sure it was Jungkook or some guy hired by him. He won’t leave things like this, not when you don’t feel safe.

Maybe I’ll get over him in a few weeks, thought would anyone get over the Kim Mingyu? Like…ever?

The next weeks are extremely hard for Mingyu also. He can’t be 100% at work and he feels like shit, knowing he’s disappointing his members. They just had a comeback, they are in full concert frenzy and it’s practice, travel, performing, shooting non-stop. It never stops and he feels like soon enough, if he’s not having some time off, he’s going to go insane. His members are worried for him and try to talk to him.

Hoshi still tried to understand what happened between you and Gyu, and seeing him so sad these days, he decides to do an intervention. He brings Jeonghan with, hoping they will somehow help Mingyu’s case.

Hoshi: We can see you’re not ok, and we can only guess why.

Jeonghan: You should talk to us about it, Gyu. Let it out, it will help.

Hoshi: But start from the beginning, because I feel like I was out of the loop for a while.

Mingyu: I’m sorry, Hosh. I’ve been an asshole to you. It wasn’t intentional at first, you then I thought it was funny how you thought something else. Truth is, she was nothing but an angel. And I ruined everything. She can’t trust me anymore and I understand why. But it’s still hard to accept it. We still love each other and we can’t be together. I know I’m not perfect, maybe I’m actually a jerk and she deserves much better.

Jeonghan: Come on, you know that’s not true. You’re a great guy, 10 out of 10. I don’t know many guys like you. don’t put yourself down. Maybe you’re just not meant to be together. Or maybe it was not the right time.

Hoshi: Look, I’ve talked to Coups too and we all agreed that you should take a break. A month or two. Something like this takes time to heal, we all been there. We will manage and we’ll be waiting for you to get back. It’s not the end of the world.

Mingyu: I think you are right. I feel like I am sinking into the ground slowly. I need to breathe. I need to leave for a while.

After a week, Pledis announces Mingyu’s hiatus that’s going to last for an undetermined period. When you found out about it you knew why he’s doing it and you felt guilty. You wanted to call him and be there for him, but it would do more harm than good.

It’s been weeks since you last saw him and all this time helped you a little. You need to keep distance for now, to heal. Won’t help either of you if you keep talking or meeting. It’s fine, you’ll have him back in your life in the future. Just not right now.

Since Mingyu’s hiatus, you were able to spend more time around Jun and the rest of the members, either at concerts or just simple gatherings and dinners. Jun adopted you as his little sister. Hana kind of liked him, but it was not reciprocated unfortunately.

Today, you had a shooting with the performance team. They are planning an MV for a new song. The set is really fun, they will even get to dance in water while getting their pictures taken. The stylist picked some flowy outfits, all black, for that scene.

As you were standing on the side, watching them dance and pose, making sure everything is right, you felt someone pinching your arm.

Hana: Earth to Y/N!

Y/N: Oooowww! What the hell!

Hana: Can you be more obvious than that?

Y/N: What do you mean?

Hana: You were practically drooling over them, or one of them. Who is it?

Y/N: Pff, don’t be ridiculous. Plus, my bro Jun is there. How could I drool over him?

Hana: Maybe you were not starring at him? Is it Hao? I’ve been seeing you two being flirty.

Y/N: Girl, we are just flirty people, but it’s innocent. And it’s nobody, leave me alone!

Hana: I know you. I know what you’re thinking when you’re making that face.

Y/N: And even if I liked someone, I don’t want a guy in my life. I’m done with men, I’d rather be single forever.

Hana: You don’t even believe that.

Y/N: Just watch me.

She scoffs and leaves you there. Were you really starring and drooling? You didn’t think so. Well, they look good, and those clothes were hugging their toned bodies a little to close from that damn water that splashed everywhere. The water floor was your idea and now you are not sure if you love it or hate it.

After a few hours, the shoot is over and you get an idea, walking towards the 4 guys.

Y/N: Great job today, really!

Dino: Oh, thanks, Y/N! Your team is really professional, they did almost all the work.

Y/N: Nonsense, it was all you.

Minghao comes and puts his arm around your shoulder, smiling at you.

Minghao: It’s hard to find a woman who’s this attractive, smart and talented.

His flirting doesn’t make you blush anymore, you got used to it by now.

Y/N: Staaaahp, it’s not like you guys are not 10s. Any woman would marry you instantly.

Hoshi: Would you?

Y/N: Duuhhh!

Jun: Ugh, stop this flirting, it makes me sick!

Y/N: What about flirting more at dinner? My treat today, I wanna spoil you guys.

Hoshi: Yaaasss, I love food!!

Y/N: I know.

Hoshi: And you know that because.. you like me?

Y/N: Pffaahh! Me? Like you? As if.

A s you all walk towards the exit, you try to annoy Hoshi for saying such a ridiculous thing, so you catch up to him while he’s walking next to Jun and you pretend you trip and push Hoshi. With an innocent and shocked face, you apologize to him.

Y/N: Oh no, I’m so sorry! My eyes are blind from such beauty and such light emanating from your face.

Everyone starts laughing and Hoshi pouts.

The dinner went pretty much the same. You kept making flirty jokes with Hoshi, sometimes making him blush, sometimes getting hit back with his flirty lines. At some point you would talk in a cute voice, pretending to want to feed him a piece of meat and he would open his mouth without thinking. When the meat was right in front of his mouth, you would just take it back and put it into your mouth.

Hoshi: Wow, you’re so mean. I don’t wanna be friends anymore.

Y/N: Does…this mean…you want to be lovers?

And you cup your cheeks with your hands, blinking uncontrollably and cutely, making shy faces.

Hoshi: No, you’re too annoying for that. I like girls who don’t make fun of me.

Y/N: Nooo, please! What can I do to make you forgive me?

Hoshi: For starters, you could make some really cute faces and I’ll think about it.

Then you do your best aegyo, without thinking. Those few shots of soju helped, you hate doing this normally. The other guys start laughing at how cute and funny you looked, but Hoshi blushed. His face was fucking red. He started frowning, eating angrily.

Y/N: What’s the matter? Too cute for you?

Hoshi: Shut uuup!

This banter continued for the rest of the evening and you felt it was the most fun you had in weeks. Many weeks.  At the end, you started to become a little emotional.

Jun: Hey, are you and Hosh twins? You’re both the same when you drink.

Hoshi: No, we’re not. I’m more cuter, she’s just annoying.

Y/N: You know nothing, Kwon! And I am fine, I’m not going to star crying like you. I don’t cry for men anymore.

Minghao: Why would you cry for men? Look at you, they should cry for you.

Y/N: Riiight? I am so done with relationships and love.

Minghao: What if you fall in love by accident?

Y/N: I’ll just ignore it.

Dino: How can you ignore that?

Y/N: I  don’t know, I’ll distance myself from the guy, I guess.

Hoshi: That’s just dumb. You should be happy you found love, and embrace it.

Y/N: What do you know? You don’t know how one sided love is. Or how it is to love someone and not being able to be together.

Hoshi: Yes, I do.

Dino: Oh, don’t remind him of that, he’ll start crying.

Jun whispers into your ear: he was in love with a girl once and she let him think she liked him, then fucked one of his friends.

Y/N: Oh, shit!!!

Then you go sit net to Hoshi and give him a pat on the head, seeing that he was about to cry.

Y/N: Come on, Hosh, shit happens and it’s in the past. We’re drunk, we should not talk about exes. Fuck them!

And you take another shot. You can hold your drink better than him, and when you see him trying to take a shot too, you grab the glass from his hand and drink it yourself.

Y/N: Here, drink some water. You don’t wanna get a headache tomorrow, do you?

He’s looking into your eyes like a lost puppy. His mouth in the most adorable pout and you just wanna squish his cheeks. So you do it, you let your invasive thought win. You start squishing his face, playing with it, pulling on his nose, pinching his cheeks.

He’s all smiles and giggles, he loves it. You both forgot about the teasing. Without realizing, you end up cuddling into each other, on your chairs.

You don’t know how, but you ended up in your apartment with Hana. She’s trying to make you shower before bed and drink some water.

Hana: Y/N, stop being stubborn and take these off! You can’t shower with pants on.

Y/N: Why not?

Hana: Because clothes are not skin. And you need to watch your skin.

Y/N: But clothes need washing too.

Hana: Yeah, in the washing machine.

You were finally in your bed, cuddling your bestie.

Y/N: I like cuddles. People should cuddle more.

Hana: Good night, drunky pants!

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Hmmm

Bar scene for Remy and logan start

Remy takes off on his bike, the heat in his chest too strong to ignore. He is terrified that if he lets some of it out, the whole dam will break and he will blow himself up to kingdom com. His chest glows, the fusha light hidden under his layers and his trench coat.

He zooms down the road, mentally breathing himself for not cataloging every bit of water nearby. He is used to the swamp, where he can just chuck himself in whenever he is having a problem.

But this is not the swamp. This is New York.

He could throw himself in the ocean… but is not a huge fan of his chances of making it back to shore once the energy has left his body.

He drives for a bit and then finds a rather deep pond. Luckily by then the glow had faded and he shakes the last reminates off through the sparking of some cards. He sits down beside the pond, me talking cataloging how long it would take to get here. Too long in an emergency. He needs something closer. Safer. Deeper. He rubs his face, veins still humming lightly. Welp. Sleep is a no go…

He had seen a bar in his frantic driving. Remy hops back on his bike and revs it. There were worse places to go in the middle of the night on a Friday.

He parks his bike out front and confidentially strides in. He sees a poker game on the back and serval games of pool. His body relaxes at the familiar smell of burnt tobacco, poured liquor and old wood.

He slips over to the gambling table and sees out the leader. Or the person with the most sway.

“Monsieur?”

He says softly and the mak glances him over a cigarette in his mouth.

“What do you want? Kids should be here.”

“Can I watch?”

The man narrows his eyes and raises a eyebrow.

“Why?”

“My papa is a gambler. I'm tryin' to learn how to beat him ‘fore I go home for winter break. Be thinkin’ books don't teach everythin’.”

“You play before kid?”

“Yeah. Mais, I lose to my papa. A lot.”

Which is true. But his papa believed in cheating. Remy didn't do it unless he needed to win for the job.

“Pull up a chair. But don't interrupt.”

Remy smiles and nods, tugging up a chair and watching.

This too is familiar. He watches as luck and skill move about the table. He counts cards and thinks through the different bluffs, getting a read on the players. He eventually buys a soda and just keeps watching. A few times, different players will check if he knows this rule or that. Or they'll hold conversation about the town and Remy will politely give a short opinion. He never tries to take over the conversation, rathering to watch on.

“Ugh. Im done. My wifey will kill me if I go over my card playing allowance. Hey, squirt, I'll pay your five dollar buy in if you wanna try your luck.”

“Merci, monsieur! I mean. Thanks.”

He exchanges chairs with the man he knows as Thomas. The first man he had spoken to, Alexander, hums.

“Let's see how you fare.”

Remy nods at Alexanders words.

He plays, letting himself loose a little, then win a little, enjoying the famialr feel of the cards and the company over trying to fleece these people for all they are forth. Alexander watches with knowing eyes, but the others don't seem to realize exactly what Remy is doing.

The night flows on, with people coming and going. Alexander buys Remy another soda after a spectacular round of bluffing, snorting while ruffling his hair. Remy grins at the attention.

Then… someone new enters the bar. Someone who makes Remy blink and recheck his shields, because he would not be feeling anyone's emotions! But he can feel the deep deep swells of calm and contentness.

“Hey Logan, that school of yours still treating you well?”

The bartender asks and Logan hums, nose twitching a bit. Then his eyes lock onto Remy. Remy keeps himself relaxed and rechecks his hand, not knowing what this guys deal is. And not wanting to know. To feel that strongly. Strong enough to brush over Remys thick and tall shields… terrifying.

“I thought you had a no kids rule. Especially at the gambling table.”

Logan's voice is sharp.

“Logan, kids holdin’ his own. You don't need to babysit everyone under the age of 20.”

Alexanders voice is sharper and he ruffles Remys hair.

[okkalo]

hi wifey :3 here for the event match up !

hmmm for an ideal date i prefer either to go to the cinema, arcade or just to stay in okay games and watch old disney classic, ah and my favourite season is 100% summer.

as from which fandom i would prefer to be matched :: blue lock or league of legends <3 surprise me ~

hi ma chérie i love u more than any of these men can so never forget that ! also i added hsr because she dmed me if anyone was wondering (idk if people read other people’s matchups)

𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ₊˙♡﹗

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : nagi from bllk

“nagi, baby, do me a favor?” your sweetly asked question caught his attention in the sea of bright neon lights. it didn’t take much thinking for him to figure out what exactly you wanted. after all, it always seemed to be the exact same thing whenever you had an arcade date together.

“where is it?” he asked back, his lazy eyes watching as you lit up into a bright smile. your hand was quick to catch his wrist, leading him to the one game that had always managed to catch your attention each time: the claw machine.

“i want that one,” you instructed, like always, pointing to the one plushie that caught your attention. and, like always, he swiped his arcade card to win you that plushie you desired so.

you knew it never really took him any effort to win you one. in fact, it always seemed to be the first try he got your desired plushie in. he should’ve thought it to be annoying—he thought. after all, you asked him to win you one every time. though, it was hard to think so after seeing you all happy once he offered you the plushie he worked so hard for.

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : ezreal from heartsteel

“are we watching lion king again tonight?” ezreal asked, his hands moving to adjust the face mask sheet on you. his hands were gentle, his face close and eyes narrowed to make sure he adjusted it perfectly onto your skin.

“mmm, yeah,” you murmured your response while sitting patiently on the couch. it had been routine for the two of you to watch a movie together at least once a week. the other heartsteel members knew well to steer clear from the living room on friday nights due ezreal’s non-apologetic clingy and affectionate self.

“‘kay, but you gotta sing the songs with me,” he set his condition, acting as if you didn’t sing with him every time. it didn’t take him long to wrap his arms greedily around you, while also grabbing the remote and setting the movie up.

despite his overwhelmingly clingy nature, you couldn’t help but feel at peace every friday night. it was like routine for you, comforting you each time. the tray of food that consisted of popcorn and fruits—which, he knew you didn’t eat, but still added anyways for good pictures—to the cuddle positions or the blankets that would surround you two. each time, it reminded you of why exactly you loved the singer, despite his clingy nature.

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : aventurine (ur welcome) from hsr

maybe his luck finally played in his favor. maybe the blessing that had been bestowed upon him hadn’t been so bad after all. you were like a rare patch of water in a desert—at least, he thought. all of you seeped into his brain, leaking and filling his once pessimistic mind to grow optimistic.

it was times like this where he realized just how lucky he had been. with the soft breeze but warm breeze of the summer wind brushing past the both of you while the flowers and grass danced below your knees. the way the sun complimented your brown eyes perfectly, letting him see a pool of honey. so utterly sweet—just like you.

he couldn’t help but let his mask slowly fall around you, finally finding someone to trust in. a smile graced his lips, mimicking yours perfectly after hours of observing the sight of you. maybe he could thank gaiathra triclops for something.