#i already have him i want his constellations so BAD

[satyricplotter]

the thing with liking fucked up shit both because i find it interesting and because it fills me with lust is that sometimes i play with a scenario from a horny point of view and then i get snagged on a more serious aspect of it that immediately makes it. less fun. but i still think it's interesting, i just know the proper emotional response is like. not horny. and that sort of defeats the purpose!

all of this to say how chill are we about a sleepwalking mutual dubcon somno fic with tim that is a lot more emotionally charged and morally aware than usual

[autumnscribbles]

truth | rc

pairing: bsf!rafe x reader, rafe x sofia

summary: y/n overhears sofia and hollis unintentionally, and as rafes friend decides to tell him

warning: swearing, that’s about it i think

wc: 1.8k

a/n: thank you to the anon who sent this in! i’m loving the rafe angst lately, i’ve been having so much fun getting back into writing!! I legit couldn’t think of a title so for now there isn’t one lmaooo

part 2

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The fresh night air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath. You always loved walking at night. The air always felt better, the way everything quieted and slowed down always brought you peace. You loved to sit on the dock, listening to the crash of the waves. You watched the stars, mentally pointing out your favorite constellations as you spotted them.

You were brought out of your trance by a familiar voice coming from one of the boats in your vicinity.

“How much?”

You turned your head, leaning your body to try to get a good view. You spotted Sofia, sitting on a boat with that blonde lady you saw the other day. What was her name again? Holly?

“25, dear,” she said. “No questions asked.”

You slowly rose to your feet, trying to get a better view and be more in earshot. You had to stop your jaw from dropping when you heard the conversation. Twenty five grand for Sofia to convince Rafe to take the Goat Island deal. The well put together woman tried to make it same like it was for Rafe’s benefit, but you could tell by Sofia’s reactions that it wasn’t. She just wanted the money, she didn’t care how.

“What the fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

You saw Holly…Hollis! That’s what it was! She handed something to Sofia, and you caught a glimpse of what looked like cash inside. The conversation started wrapping up and you quickly picked up your pace, walking in the opposite direction and off the dock so neither of them saw you.

The sound of your shoes on the pavement sounded too loud in your ears as you hurried back to your house. You knew you weren’t supposed to overhear the conversation, but what were you supposed to do with that information now that you had it? You had to tell Rafe, right? He was your friend. You couldn’t let him get screwed over, especially not when he thought Sofia had good intentions.

You sat on the edge of your bed, breathing shallow as you went over everything you heard. You let out a mix of a sigh and a groan as you flopped onto your back, staring at the ceiling. You’d sleep on it, and decide how to go about telling Rafe tomorrow. You were supposed to meet him at the beach, maybe you could catch him alone before that.

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The sun was bright and unforgiving, your eyes squinting automatically as you walked down the street. You decided you’d meet Rafe at his place before going down to the beach together. You needed to catch him alone.

You already felt the sweat forming on your forehead as you approached his front door, knocking urgently. When he didn’t answer, you knocked again. Eventually, the door flung open, his eyes half closed once the sun hit his face.

“Can you chill out?” he groaned, shielding the sun with his hand.

You could tell he had just woken up. Usually you’d feel bad, but honestly, you didn’t care. You needed to talk to him, to tell him what you heard and saw last night.

“Rafe I need to tell you something,” you said. “It’s important.”

He groaned slightly before stepping aside, silently inviting you in. He disappeared for a minute or two, arriving back with two mugs of coffee in his hand. You let him take a few sips, waiting for the caffeine to be in him before you started explaining. He needed to be alert and awake when he heard it.

“I was out at the dock last night, just clearing my head,” you started. “And I overheard something I think you should know.”

He stared at you, urging you to continue. His bright blue eyes were fixated on you now, fully awake.

“I saw Sofia and…Hollis?” it came out as more of a question. “I heard Hollis telling Sofia that she would give her 25 grand to convince you to sign the deal.”

“What?” Rafe said, his eyebrows ruffling together and his head shaking as he set his mug down on the coffee table beside him. “You must have misheard.”

“I saw Sofia take the money, Rafe,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, I know you really like her and everything but I really thought you should know and-”

“Just stop, y/n!�� Rafe cut you off, raising a hand as if to pause you. “Spare me the fucking dramatics. Why are you trying to fuck with me?”

His jaw clenched, twitching as if he was biting his tongue. You hit a nerve, you could tell. You sat up a bit straighter, trying to show that you were serious. He wasn’t believing you. He didn’t want to think you might be right.

“I’m not!” you protested. “I just thought you should know. I think this Goat Island thing is sketchy, and she’s in on it.”

“Are you seriously that fucking jealous?” he asked, his voice raising as he stood up, towering over you. “You seriously can’t handle the thought of me being happy with someone so much that you have to make shit up?”

“Rafe this isn’t about Sofia!” you defended, standing up to match him. “I want you to be happy, but I can’t not let you know she’s being shady behind your back!”

“No, you know what y/n?” he asked, not waiting for the answer. “I’ve waited for you forever. Just waiting for the day you finally give me the time of day. For once, my attention is on someone other than you. And you can’t fucking handle it.”

You took a step back, your mouth opening slightly. You were at a loss for words. He really thought this was a jealousy issue? That you made up a whole complex story just because you don’t like Sofia? Sure, you were a little hurt when they got together. She was beautiful, and kind, and there were moments you wished he looked at you the way he looked at her. But this wasn’t about hurting her, or getting your way.

“You just loooooved pulling me around behind me like your puppy,” he continued, matching your step back with one forward. His voice lowered and his eyes narrowed, meeting your gaze. “You loved holding me close. You know how I feel for you, and you love it, y/n. You love the attention and you love how you can use it to your advantage.”

“Are you hearing yourself?” you screamed. “You’re fucking delusional Rafe. I’m trying to tell you something serious and you think this is just a love triangle? A lovers quarrel?”

“Stop messing with my head!” he shouted, tapping his temples with his index fingers. “That’s all you do, is fuck with my head! All the time!”

Your mind was reeling. Is that how he felt? Like you were just stringing him along. You never knew Rafe saw you as anything other than a friend. If you weren’t so focused on trying to tell him the truth, you would have held on longer to what he said about waiting for you. Did he mean he had feelings for you all this time? You always buried your feelings for Rafe, pretending they didn’t exist. It was easier that way. Easier to accept you’d never be together.

Rafe had always made your heart flutter, but the baggage that came with him often kept you at a distance when it came to getting closer. He was your friend, you cared for him. You never told him about how you truly felt, because you knew it would likely be a bad idea to be romantically involved. You assumed he’d never feel that way about you anyway, so you buried the hatchet.

“Fine,” you exhaled. “Don’t come to me when you find out your little girlfriend screwed you over. It’s your 400k, not mine.”

Trying to keep up an air of strength, you clenched your jaw. You wouldn’t cry, you wouldn’t react emotionally. He’ll find out the truth eventually, the truth always comes out. He’d admit you were right if you gave it time.

Until then, you walked out his door, leaving it open behind you. His earlier words still coursed through your mind. The mean ones, and the ones about his feelings for you, but as always, you swept them under the rug. You couldn’t face the truth yourself.

You felt something tug at your wrist, turning around to meet Rafe’s blue eyes once again. You thought they looked glossier, a sheen over them. Was he tearing up? No way, Rafe Cameron never cries. Not over this.

“Y/n,” he said lowly, a stark contrast from his previous shouting. “Tell me the fucking truth. Are you just saying this to fuck with me and make me question my relationship with Sofia?”

“No, Rafe,” you said honestly. “I know what I saw. This isn’t some ploy to get you to break up with her or be with me instead. I’m just trying to protect you.”

It was the truth. Despite how you felt about Rafe, you wanted the best for him. If Sofia was what was best, you’d support it. You almost wished you hadn’t seen what you saw at the dock. That way, you wouldn’t have to insert yourself in their relationship at all. You could continue to stand on the sidelines, watching his life pass with you becoming less and less present.

“Protect me,” he scoffed, mocking your words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked harshly.

“Protect me from what, huh? My little poor heart being hurt?” he asked sarcastically. “It’s too late for that, y/n. You can’t protect me from anything when you’re part of the problem.”

You shook your head at him, at a loss for words. He clearly wasn’t done speaking, but you ran out of snarky retorts. You felt like you had whiplash from all the directions this conversation was going. He stared at you for a moment, his mouth slightly open, his hands running over his newly buzzed hair. You heard him release a quiet sigh, his head hanging down.

“No one will ever be good enough in your eyes,” he said, looking back up at you. “Not Sofia, and not me. I was never good enough for you, and Sofia isn’t good enough for me. So you can’t protect me from ‘heartbreak’, y/n. Because you are the problem.”

He pointed a finger at you, his teeth clenched together as the words left his lips. He turned around swiftly and walked back into his house, slamming the door behind him. Unable to process what just happened, you stared blankly in his direction, met with nothing but the front of his house. By trying to help, you somehow managed to make things so much worse, and so complicated.

“Now what?” you said to yourself under your breath.

[chevroletdean]

Bean There, Done That

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PAIRING: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Reader GENRE: Smut (18+ CONTENT) TO NOTE/WARNINGS: Horny!Ben being his own warning, oral (fem receiving), mentions of male receiving oral, unprotected p in v (wrap it), creampie, hickeys and bitemarks and bruises, rough sex, manhandling, dirty talk WORD COUNT: 2k PROMPT: 17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place A/N: In honor of my coffee machine finally arriving. After 8 days without a proper cup, I can run on bean juice again, hooray! Thanks a ton to the lovely @justwhisperingfantasies for requesting AND betareading <3 <3 <3 CREDIT & LINKS: dividers by cafekitsune ─〃★ join the taglist ─〃★ Soldier Boy Masterlist

When Ben woke up, it was thanks to the waft of coffee emitting from the kitchen. Grumbling, he sat up and glanced towards the clock.

10:32 AM

Though that counted as sleeping in, he definitely didn’t get much rest last night. The clothes that were scattered all over the floor were enough proof of that. Among them, a pair of lace panties, torn apart.

Maybe he should feel bad about that one, but all he could muster was a proud smirk as he remembered ripping it off you just a couple of hours ago.

He quickly realized two things were missing from the picture— one being his jersey, which he was sure must’ve ended up somewhere among the pile; and more importantly… you.

Slipping out of bed and into his boxers and robe, Ben followed the trail of freshly brewed arabica. The sight he was met with beat any pirate’s lame treasure hunt.

You were standing at the counter, idly humming to yourself while you cut up a handful of strawberries. With your back facing him, you haven’t noticed him yet.

All the more time for him to appreciate the view.

His sharp eyes wandered up your long, bare legs, stopping briefly at the hem of a familiar shirt. Ah, so that’s where his jersey went.

The material was flowing down your body effortlessly, covering you up to around your upper thighs. He’d be lying if the idea of you wearing nothing underneath to cover the fat of your ass and your pretty pussy didn’t get him half-hard again already.

Baggy as your choice of attire was, it hung loose around your neckline. You’d swept your hair out of the way, into a messy ponytail—one he could already picture grabbing tightly to push your little mouth down his girth, much like last night.

Pink and purple constellations peeked through. Distinct marks, clearly the outline of his teeth.

He stepped closer to your unsuspecting form, hands already twitching to touch you again.

“Morning, sunshine,” Ben hummed at last, the gravel of his voice still raspy and deep from just waking up properly.

Honestly, his brain was still a but foggy, whereas other parts of his body were wide awake in comparison.

You flinched slightly, though your tension eased immediately as your eyes met his over your shoulder.

His smile was easy, his green eyes dropping to the curve of your lips. Even at the morning after he could still vividly remember them stretching over his length, glistening with spit as you had drooled all over his cock.

“What’s the rush today?” Ben asked, whilst his big arms caged you in, one hand on each side of you gripping the edge of the counter. “Didn’t want to stay in bed with me a bit longer, princess?”

“Thought I would make some breakfast,” you replied with a smile that was both shy and cheeky. “Was gonna bring it back to bed.”

He was all muscle and skin behind you, pressing against you until the kitchen counter bit into your hips.

“I think I know what I wanna have for breakfast,” Ben purred. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His teeth grazed your tender skin, teasing the bruises and lovebites until you whimpered softly.

Who knew there was an artist in Ben on top of all that superstrength? How else could one describe the canvas of your skin, littered in hickeys?

Before you even had a chance of reacting, Ben shoved the bowl of fruit out of the way and seized you by the hips.

“Turn ‘round for me, dollface,” he demanded, despite manhandling you into his desired position himself.

He spun you in his arms, then lifted you up with ease, sitting you up on the counter. The cool marble surface was a stark contrast against your warm skin, even more so as your bare cunt brushed against it and you flushed further.

Wasting no more time, Ben’s large hands flew to your thighs and spread you open.

Much like your throat, your inner thighs were plastered in evidence of last night’s escapades. A scan of the red marks at the apex of your thighs would probably run successful, if anyone were to test his damn fingerprints. No wonder, considering how hard he had to grab you yesterday, hold you down so you wouldn’t fly off the mattress thanks to his tongue devouring you.

His cock twitched in to life in his boxers just reminiscing over your taste. Definitely better than any fucking strawberry, much sweeter too.

Yeah, he was definitely right. Only breakfast he was interested in eating up was you.

“No panties, huh?,” he quipped, licking his lips.

You scoffed, though with a grin: “Kinda your fault, remember?”

“Touché, princess,” he chuckled and slipped his fingers beneath your shirt. His shirt. “Guess we’re even then, damn thief.”

“At least you can have it back,” you shrugged playfully, “my panties are gone forever.”

A laugh erupted from Ben then and a spark ignited in his eyes. “Good riddance, if you ask me,” he countered. “Not like you need them anyway, they’d only be in the way. I like you without them just fine.”

As if punctuating his statement, his fingers curled around the underside of your thighs, lifting your legs slightly. He sank down to his knees and pulled you closer, hoisting your legs over his shoulders.

And, Christ, you were already glistening, straight up honey for him to enjoy. Always so eager for him, taking whatever he decided to give you like a good girl. That’s what he loved about you. It was addictive.

To your surprise, he started slow—in the beginning, anyway. His lips brushed over the inner of your thigh, almost gently, coaxing a shaky exhale from you and giving you the chance to relax in his grip.

“Thank the Lord for a good fuckin’ meal, or whatever,” he muttered, though he was talking more to himself.

You were only able to cry out weakly as he dove right in, his wet tongue gliding through your folds like he was a man starved. One of your hands shot to his head, fisting his tousled hair as he slurped away.

You moaned his name like it was something holy, although you were his altar he worshipped on his knees.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, briefly kissing your sensitive clit. “Swear, this pussy ‘s better than coffee.”

Your thighs were trembling around his head. Your body honestly still ached from hours of Soldier Boy pounding into you, the smallest touch leaving you sizzling. His stamina was downright cruel and you thought it quite unfair that he was already back to full energy while you struggled to contain your first orgasm.

He had barely touched you, but you were already embarrassingly close to crumbling.

You were sensitive still, which Ben used to his advantage.

He lapped at your core once again, tongue flat against your heat and milking you dry. Just before the tight coil in your lower belly could snap, he pulled back, leaving you all whiny and breathless.

“You know I usually like my coffee black,” he spoke as he rose back to his feet, standing tall between your shaking legs and pulling his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing dick. “But I think I wanna add some cream today.”

Ben guided the tip through your slick a few times, teasing and coating himself in your essence. You bucked your hips to meet his touch, desperate to finally feel him fill you. When he did, you gasped audibly, leaving your mouth open and vulnerable for his kiss.

You blushed tasting yourself on his mouth, still fresh and tangy.

He claimed your lips in a heated kiss, teeth colliding and tongues pressing hungrily. All while thrusting in and out of you relentlessly. He pawed at your hips, your waist, everywhere he could reach. Because what where a couple more fingerprints added to the ones that already decorated you? The evidence of you belonging to him. The more the merrier.

Though you struggled to sit upright, you knew Ben had a good hold on you. Your arms snaked around his neck and he took it upon himself to slip his hands under your ass, lift you off the counter, and carry you back to bed. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around him in the process.

Once there, the two of you collapsed onto the mattress, still a tangle of limbs, neither of you knowing where one body began and the other ended.

Ben pushed you down and slammed into you. Hard. Your back arched, your moans echoing off the bedroom walls. Your neighbors must’ve hated you—first you were robbing them of a peaceful night, now you were at it again, like rabbits.

The drag of his cock against your velvety walls was delicious, stroke for stroke making you see stars and every fiber of you tighten.

Ben’s gaze dropped down to where your bodies were connected, mesmerized by the sight of him sinking into you over and over again. As much as he had to give, you were taking all of it, which never failed to impress him. You always accommodated his size so well, getting stretched inch for inch, as if you were shaped for his cock.

“Christ on a cross, ‘s like you were made for me, huh?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, which was, bluntly put, swiped clear at this point. Fucked stupid, you didn’t have it in you to produce a coherent thought, let alone form a proper sentence. All you felt, all you were at that moment, was the impact of his hips against yours, the pleasure building in your middle.

What a beautiful mess he’d turned you into, eyes glazed over with tears pricking their corners, swollen lips parted yet only able to spill broken moan after broken moan.

When Ben slipped his hand between your lower halves and let his thumb rub tight circles over your clit, you were gone. Shuttering, you almost spasmed under him, convulsing and crying and falling apart right then and there.

You reaching your climax triggered Ben’s own peak, his hips chasing his high in the warmth of your walls. One more thrust and he followed shortly after, stilling his hips and spilling deep within you.

After riding out both of your orgasms, he dropped down next to you. The sweat sticking to his forehead did not dull the glow of his expression whatsoever. He turned to you, as if admiring his artwork. His grin was wide and proud, the white of his teeth nearly blinding you in the best way possible.

“Gotta say, sweetheart,” he declared. “I could start every day with a breakfast like this.”

Your attempt at catching your breath was interrupted by your own soft laughter. That guy was truly insatiable. Not that you’d have it any other way.

“I guess our actual breakfast is long cold now, though,” you huffed, less disappointed and more bemused.

“Here’s a deal for ya,” Ben started with a wink. “I get my jersey back, you get your coffee. Hot.”

With a snort, you shook your head. Not only had you never seen Ben actually operate the coffee machine, ever, you also saw his offer for what it truly was. You knew what would happen if you were so much as lift the hem of that jersey again.

“And, what? Risk myself turning into another round of dessert the second I return your shirt?”

Ben’s proud grin widened, his eyes heavy on you as he scanned you from head to toe, as if assessing the suggestion. He then shrugged playfully. It definitely sounded like a win-win in his book. “What can I say, I might make myself a career as a salesman after all, don’t ya think?”

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[4linos]

the ghost of what was.

bang chan x fem!reader

synopsis: a relationship ends not with a fight, but with a quiet, devastating sentence. chan walks away without explanation, leaving behind confusion, silence, and heartbreak.

warnings: angst, emotional heartbreak/breakup, mutual pining, love triangle (but not really), unrequited love.

wc: 4268

You never thought it would end like that, with no storm, no explosion, not even the slow erosion of time. Just a conversation that came out of nowhere, the kind that shifts the ground beneath your feet in a way that’s almost too subtle to notice until you’re already falling.

Chan sat across from you on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense like he was bracing for impact. But the look in his eyes wasn’t cruel, or angry. It was… tired. Resigned. You remember staring at him, waiting for the punchline because surely this wasn’t real. Not him. Not you.

He didn’t cry. You did.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” he said, and the words felt like they were rehearsed, like he’d said them to himself in the mirror over and over until they sounded detached enough to pass for truth.

You didn’t believe it. Not really. Because just a week before, he’d been tracing constellations on your back with his fingertips, whispering sleepy little nothings about your future. He’d kissed your forehead with the kind of tenderness that only comes from certainty. He talked about names for the kids you'd maybe have one day, about places you still wanted to go, about which of you would go gray first.

And now he was saying it was over.

No explanation. No confession. Just vague words that didn’t match the way he used to look at you, like you were the safest place he’d ever known.

You didn’t ask questions at first. You didn’t have the strength. But you stayed up that night, alone in a home that suddenly felt foreign, staring at the ceiling and playing every moment of your relationship backwards in your head, trying to find the part where it all went wrong. You didn’t find it. Because it wasn’t there.

That was the worst part.

It wasn’t a bad relationship. It was perfect. Not in some storybook sense, but in the quiet, stable way that mattered. You talked through your arguments. You knew how to calm each other down. You had little rituals, the way you always kissed twice before he left the room, how he made you coffee in the morning even though he didn’t drink it himself. It was real. It was solid.

So how could it just… vanish?

-

After the breakup, the days bled into each other.

You stopped measuring time in weeks or hours and instead in how long you could go without crying, without thinking about him, without reaching for your phone and remembering he wasn’t going to text. You told yourself to be strong. You told yourself if you could just hold out, if you could get through the silence, he’d come back with a real reason. Something you could fight for. Something that made sense.

But all you got was quiet.

And then, one day, Hyunjin showed up at your door.

You weren’t surprised, not really. He and Chan were close, part of the same tightly wound fabric of people who had always been around each other, who blurred the line between friends and family. You’d known Hyunjin almost as long as you’d known Chan. He had always been the light to Chan’s quiet warmth, brighter, more expressive, a little unpredictable in the way artists always are. You liked him. Trusted him. And that familiarity is probably why you let him in.

At first, it was casual.

He brought you soup. A coffee. A playlist you never asked for. He didn’t pry, and for that, you were grateful. He didn’t talk about Chan, not at first just offered a quiet presence when everything else felt like it was closing in. He made you laugh when your chest still felt too tight to breathe, and for a moment you thought maybe he was just being a good friend. Someone filling the space Chan had left behind.

But then, little things began to shift.

He texted more. He stayed longer. Sometimes he would just… linger. Watching you. You tried not to notice the way his fingers brushed yours when he handed you a cup of tea. The way he smiled a little softer than he used to. The way he looked at you, not like someone who was checking in, but like someone who was waiting. Hoping.

You told yourself you were imagining it.

That maybe you were just sensitive, raw from the breakup, reading too much into kindness because it had become so rare. But deep down, part of you already knew. Part of you had always known.

There was a moment that tipped it. A small, quiet evening, rain on the windows, a movie playing that neither of you were really watching. You had made some offhand comment about how Chan used to quote that exact line, and the silence that followed felt heavy in the room, as if your words had shifted the air. You glanced over, and Hyunjin was staring at you. Not upset. Not annoyed. Just aching. Like hearing his name in your mouth still hurt.

And then, a few days later, he confessed.

He came over late, like he’d done a dozen times before, but there was something different in the way he sat, nervous, hands clenched, gaze flicking between you and the floor. You offered him tea. He declined.

Then, quietly, without buildup, he said, “I need to tell you something.”

You felt the stillness that followed, the way your heart skipped, not out of excitement, but dread. You already knew. Even before he said it.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words were simple. They didn’t crash into the room or burst out in desperation. They were soft. Careful. Like he didn’t want to scare you.

“I have been,” he added, his voice trembling just slightly. “For a long time. Before the breakup. Before you even noticed.”

You didn’t say anything at first.

Because all you could hear in your head was Chan must’ve known.

You could see it now, the dots connecting. The strange way Chan pulled away toward the end. The sudden coldness. The vague excuses. He must’ve known. And if he knew, and still walked away, this was why. He’d left to spare someone else. Or maybe, to spare himself from watching it happen anyway.

You stared at Hyunjin, heart thudding, the weight of too many emotions crashing down at once, shock, betrayal, confusion, guilt. But the loudest thing in the room wasn’t his confession.

It was your answer.

“No.”

It came out before you could think. Before you could soften it. Before you could pretend you needed time to think about it.

“No,” you repeated, quieter this time. “I can’t.”

His face fell, just slightly. Like he’d expected it but hoped he was wrong.

“I’m not angry,” you said, your voice low, barely steady. “I’m not blaming you. But I’m still in love with Chan. I didn’t move on. I haven’t even started.”

He didn’t argue. He didn’t push. He just nodded, swallowing whatever heartbreak was blooming behind his eyes. And maybe, in that moment, you both understood that this wasn’t just bad timing, it was impossible timing. Because you weren’t just rejecting him, you were rejecting the very idea that love could simply transfer from one person to another like nothing had been lost.

You were still tangled up in the ghost of a relationship that never got to die properly.

Hyunjin left that night without saying much else, and you haven’t seen him since. But you think about that conversation more than you want to admit. Not because you regret saying no, but because part of you resents that the whole thing ever happened. That your heartbreak became an opportunity for someone else. That instead of answers, you were handed more questions, more silence.

And Chan… he still hasn’t come back.

Not physically. Not in words.

But he lingers everywhere, in the songs you can’t skip, in the way you always sleep facing the same side of the bed, in the ache that shows up at 2 AM when your guard is down and your chest is hollow.

You're still trying to understand it. Still trying to forgive him for walking away without giving you the truth. But some nights, when the world is too quiet and your head won’t stop spinning, you wonder if the truth was never his to say.

Maybe it was Hyunjin’s all along.

And maybe that’s what hurts most of all.

- flashback -

It was late, so late that the hallways of the building were quiet, the kind of stillness that only existed after the world had gone to sleep. Chan was exhausted. His shoulders ached from sitting in the studio too long, hunched over mixes he couldn’t seem to finish. But he didn’t want to go home yet. Home meant you. Meant facing the soft warmth of your smile, your sleepy voice asking if he’d eaten, your arms pulling him into bed like he belonged there.

And the truth was… he didn’t feel like he deserved any of it.

He wandered through the halls, earbuds in, music turned down low. That’s when he heard it, voices, two of them, coming from behind the partially open door to the smaller studio room.

Minho and Hyunjin.

He wasn’t trying to listen. He was about to keep walking, give them privacy, not eavesdrop on whatever venting session was happening. But then he heard Y/N.

And he stopped.

Hyunjin’s voice was quieter than usual, subdued, like it was heavy with something that had been sitting in his chest for far too long.

“I can’t keep pretending anymore, hyung. Every time I see them together, it’s like I’m being stabbed in the same place, over and over.”

There was a pause. Minho didn’t interrupt, he just let him speak. Chan’s feet stayed frozen to the floor, his whole body going cold.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t want it to happen. But I love her. I’ve loved her for a while now. And I know it’s wrong. I know I don’t have the right. But I can’t turn it off.”

Chan couldn’t breathe.

Hyunjin’s voice broke around the edges.

“She makes him so happy. And that’s the worst part. I feel like the villain. Like I’m waiting for something I’m not supposed to want.”

Chan’s stomach twisted so hard he thought he might be sick. He backed away from the door like it had burned him, heart thudding in his ears.

He walked back to the studio in a daze, hands shaking, every breath ragged with something too complicated to name. Betrayal? No. Not quite. Hyunjin hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t tried to take you. He hadn’t even told you. But the weight of those words, of knowing that one of the people closest to him was in love with the person he loved most in the world, crushed him.

At first, he told himself it didn’t matter.

You loved him. You chose him. Everything you and Chan had built together was real. Solid. Safe. He told himself to focus on that, to hold onto it. But the thought kept creeping back in, the idea that Hyunjin was quietly hurting every time he saw you together. That behind every smile, every joke, there was a fracture. A wound.

Chan carried that with him for days, then weeks. It festered in the quiet moments. When you kissed him and told him you loved him, a voice in his head whispered, Hyunjin would give anything for this. When you talked about the future, he imagined Hyunjin hearing it, watching it happen from a distance, bleeding in silence.

He tried to shake it off. But the guilt sank deeper than he expected.

And then came the self-doubt.

What if Hyunjin was better for you? What if Chan, with his sleepless nights and constant pressure and insecurities he could never quite silence, wasn’t the right choice after all? What if you were only with him because he got there first?

He didn’t know when exactly it shifted from guilt to resolve, but one night, alone in the studio, a beat looping endlessly in the background, he made the decision.

He would let you go.

He would break your heart so Hyunjin wouldn’t have to keep breaking his own. He would lie to you. Pretend it had been fading for him. That you’d outgrown each other. That it wasn’t love anymore. Because as long as he told you something final, something sharp, you wouldn’t question it. You wouldn’t wait for him. You’d move on.

And maybe, maybe, Hyunjin would finally let himself try.

It was the hardest thing Chan had ever done.

When he sat you down and told you it was over, everything inside him screamed to take it back. To pull you into his arms and tell you none of it was true. That he still wanted all of it, the house, the wedding, the kids, the future. You. But he didn’t. He made his voice flat. He didn’t look you in the eye. He played the role. He became the bad guy in his own story, because someone had to be.

And then he left.

He didn’t know how he made it out of the building. How he made it to the dorm. How he didn’t break down in the hallway. But he remembers one thing clearly: the moment the door closed behind him, he dropped to the floor and cried like he hadn’t since he was a kid.

And ever since then, he’s lived in that silence.

He hasn’t spoken to you. He hasn’t told Hyunjin what he heard. He hasn’t told anyone.

Because if he did… it would make it real. It would unravel everything.

And maybe, deep down, he knows that someday the truth will come out.

But he also knows it won’t fix what he broke. Because when you walked into his life, you became his home, and he’s the one who burned it down.

Chan had always thought he was good at pretending.

It came with the job, smiling when he was tired, joking when he felt like breaking down, carrying the weight of other people’s expectations without letting his knees buckle. And for the most part, he could manage it. He could look into a camera, sit through interviews, perform like nothing inside him was unraveling. But after the breakup, something changed.

It wasn’t the pain, he expected that. What surprised him was the heaviness.

It sat in his chest like a stone. Not sharp, not unbearable, but constant. Like an ache you forget how to live without. He would wake up, go to schedules, check in with the guys, show up to the studio like always. But everything felt slower. Duller. Muted. Like he was watching life happen from the wrong side of the glass.

The dorm was quiet more often now. Or maybe he was. He barely left his room unless he had to. Hyunjin had stopped looking at him so directly. Members stopped asking questions. Everyone could tell something wasn’t right, but no one pressed. Chan was too good at shutting doors without slamming them.

Still, the nights were the worst.

That was when the silence got loud. When the guilt and the grief curled around him in the dark, whispering all the things he didn’t let himself say in the daylight. He missed you so much it physically hurt. He missed your voice, your hands in his hair, the way you used to hum under your breath when you were focused. The little things. The things no one else saw. The life you’d quietly built around each other, piece by piece, until it felt like home.

And he’d burned it down.

He told himself he did the right thing. That he left to protect you. To give Hyunjin space to breathe, to feel, to maybe try. But it didn’t bring him peace. All it did was leave him alone with the knowledge that he’d given up the one thing he truly wanted.

You.

He hadn’t seen you in almost a month.

And even though he told himself not to check your social media, he did. Of course he did. He scrolled through old photos, read old texts, listened to voice messages until they felt like echoes in his head. But you hadn’t posted much. You’d gone quiet too. And part of him hated that because it meant you were hurting, and he couldn’t fix it.

He had no right to fix it.

But that night, that night was unbearable.

He couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think. The weight in his chest was suffocating, pressing down until he could barely breathe. His fingers trembled as he gripped his phone, staring at your contact name for what felt like the hundredth time that week. He nearly called. Nearly texted. But what could he say?

I lied to you. I still love you. I never stopped.

Instead, he jumped out of bed, barefoot, hoodie half-zipped, phone in hand. He didn’t think. Just moved.

He was halfway to the front door of the dorm, chest heaving, heart pounding like it was trying to force its way out of him, when he froze.

You were standing there.

Your hand was raised, just about to knock, but you paused when you saw him. And for a moment just a breathless, suspended second, you both stared at each other, as if neither of you could believe the other was real.

You looked tired. Pale. Worn down in that specific, quiet way that only heartbreak leaves behind. Your eyes were red, like you’d been crying. Maybe for a while.

And then you broke.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. You just dropped your hand, stepped forward, and wrapped your arms around him with a kind of desperation that shattered every wall he’d built over the last four weeks. Your face buried in his chest, your shoulders shaking, your sobs muffled by the hoodie he didn’t even remember putting on.

And Chan, Chan, he didn’t hesitate.

He pulled you into him like his life depended on it, like he needed to hold you just to stay standing. His arms locked around your back, one hand cradling your head like he was afraid you might disappear again. He felt your tears soaking through the fabric, felt your fingers twist into the material like you were trying to anchor yourself to him.

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t. His throat burned. His eyes stung. He held you tighter.

He hadn’t realized how badly he’d needed to feel you again, how empty he’d become without you. You weren’t just someone he missed. You were someone he ached for. Someone who lived in every part of him, even the ones he tried to close off.

And you were here.

He didn’t know how long you stayed like that, wrapped in each other at the threshold of the dorm, hearts racing, breaths shaking. The world didn’t exist in that moment. Just you. Just him. And the relief, the overwhelming relief of finally touching the person he never wanted to let go of in the first place.

When you finally looked up at him, eyes swollen, voice raw, you whispered, “Why did you leave?”

And he broke again.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just the guilt. The regret. The love. All of it written across his face, pouring from his eyes. You didn’t need him to say it. Not yet.

Chan didn’t let go of you, not even for a second as he gently pulled you inside the dorm, quietly shutting the door behind you. His arm stayed wrapped around your waist, like he was afraid you’d vanish again if there was even a moment of space between you.

Neither of you said anything as he led you down the hall to his room.The dorm was hushed and dark, lit only by the soft glow from the streetlights outside the windows. It felt strange to be here again, after nearly over a month away. But being beside him… it felt like breathing after drowning.

His door clicked shut behind you, and only then did his grip loosen, just enough to guide you to sit down on the edge of his bed. But you didn’t sit. You stayed glued to him, your arms still around his torso, face still buried in the fabric of his hoodie. His scent, faint cologne and warmth hit you like a wave, and your chest ached all over again. You never thought you’d be here again, holding him like this.

“I wanna see your face,” he said quietly, brushing his fingers gently through your hair.

You shook your head without lifting it. “I probably look disgusting. I’ve been crying since… I don’t even know when.”

A soft laugh escaped him. Tired. Breathless. Real.

And something about the sound, that warm, familiar laugh that you hadn’t heard in weeks broke through the wall of shame and sadness wrapped around you. You pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes still puffy, nose a little red, and gave him a half-hearted smack on the chest.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whispered, but your lips were twitching like they wanted to smile.

“There you are,” he said softly, cupping your cheek. “God, I missed your face.”

Your throat tightened, and your smile faded. He saw it. Felt the shift. And his hand moved from your cheek to hold yours, threading your fingers together with a kind of reverence that made your chest ache.

And then… the silence shifted.

You could feel it before he spoke. The heaviness in his breath. The way he didn’t meet your eyes right away.

“I owe you an explanation,” he murmured. “A real one. Not that… bullshit I gave you before.”

You nodded slowly, your voice barely audible. “I needed one.”

He let out a shaky exhale. “I know.”

There was a long pause, like he was trying to find the right way to say something that could never be said right. But eventually, he just let it out.

“I overheard Hyunjin… telling Minho that he was in love with you.”

The words landed like a slow, sinking weight in the pit of your stomach.

“I wasn’t supposed to hear it,” he continued. “It was late. I was walking past one of the practice rooms. The door was cracked open. And then… I heard your name.”

You felt your heart pounding in your ears.

“He said he didn’t want to feel that way. That he hated himself for it. But he said he loved you. And I—I couldn’t un-hear it. I tried to pretend like it didn’t matter, like it didn’t change anything, but…”

“But it did,” you whispered.

Chan nodded, his jaw tight. “Yeah. It did. I started seeing it everywhere after that. The way he looked at you. The way he lingered. I don't even think he realized it half the time. And I hated it, hated that it made me doubt everything we had.”

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb brushing against your knuckles.

“I thought… maybe he was better for you. I mean, I’m always busy. I’m tired all the time. I get stuck in my own head. You deserve someone who can give you everything without the weight. Someone who doesn’t drag you through their own mess.”

You stared at him, stunned. “Chan…”

“I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you,” he said, finally meeting your eyes. “I left because I thought I was protecting you. From tension between the three of us. From the guilt. From seeing Hyunjin hurting every time we were in the same room.”

Your breath caught. “You gave me up for him?”

“I gave you up for both of you,” he admitted, voice cracking. “I thought it was the selfless thing to do. I thought… I thought I could live with it, if it meant you could be happy.”

You were quiet for a long moment. The room felt impossibly still.

Then, slowly, you whispered, “I didn’t want anyone else.”

Chan closed his eyes, like the words hurt. “I know. And I’m so sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I just ended up hurting you. And myself. And probably him too.”

You reached up, touching his face gently. “You idiot.”

He opened his eyes again, surprised.

“You’re my person, Chan. I didn’t want better. I wanted you. I waited every day, thinking maybe you’d come back. Wondering what I did wrong. And the whole time, you were just… what? Sacrificing us for something I never even wanted?”

His voice cracked as he whispered, “I know. I know. I messed up. I should’ve talked to you. I should’ve trusted you with the truth instead of making the choice for you.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t born of heartbreak. This time, they came from the overwhelming relief of finally being seen, being heard, being held by the person who had never really stopped loving you.

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his.

“I never stopped loving you,” you whispered.

“I never even tried to,” he whispered back.

He pulled you into him again, this time slower, gentler, like he was holding something sacred. His arms wrapped around you, and your fingers curled into his hoodie again, your face pressed to his chest. And you stayed there, for a long time. Quiet. Close. Healing, slowly, in the shared silence of two people who had been broken apart, only to find each other again in the wreckage.

And for the first time in weeks, Chan’s chest didn’t feel heavy.

It felt whole.

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LADS headcanon- comforting you through ovulation cramps

This is very self-indulgent. I'm one of those unlucky few that gets monthly ovulation cramps and they can get so bad😭 so I wrote this little headcanon as a way to deal with them. I hope someone else can also get some comfort out of this💕

This is my first entry in the Love and Deepspace fandom so sorry if any of the boys feel ooc.

Characters in order: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb Warnings: Sylus' bad singing, a bad pun Likes, comments, reblogs are appreciated🩷

Rafayel

He's most definitely the man who would try to distract you with humour, he is the meme king after all. Expect stuff like egg puns because he finds them eggceptional. Or he will send you the werewolf ripping their shirt off meme with some ridiculous text about ovulation (Like this). Anything to pull a laugh out of you.

Rafayel might also known of some old Lemurian remedy to help ease the pain which he would no doubt give you, and he would offer to run you a lovely bath.

If you were comfortable enough, he would stay with you in the bathroom, or even in the bath. He would help you forget the pain by helping you wash your hair, and body, making sure to give you a lovely massage.

He’s an artist, he uses his hands a lot and I believe he would be so good at giving massages. Massaging is all in the fingers, and he knows exactly the right pressure to apply to help loosen some knots.

I also believe that he would soothe you by singing Lemurian songs. He sings really well and the foreign words would put you at ease very quickly, and after a relaxing bath you would both relax in bed.

Although he did those things willingly and would do them again and again, he would complain and act a little bratty.

He would pout and say that there’s no use singing songs you wouldn’t understand, but he didn’t mean it, he just wanted you to assure him that you like those songs.

Xavier

The first time you experienced your ovulation pains around him, he was convinced you had gotten hurt, maybe from your recent mission. Once you explained the phenomenon and how this happens almost every month, he would let out a hum before walking away. Almost seeming a bit apathatic.

However he would quickly return with heavy painkillers that he may or may not have stolen from the med bay.

If possible he would get you home as soon as possible and get you into bed to nap the pain, and day, away.

The moment you express the slightest bit pain Xavier whisks you away in the blink of an eye. Even if you were already at home, one moment you would be standing in the kitchen and an ovulation cramp would hit causing you to let out the softest pained gasp, and the next you were laid on your bed with a mob a light blond hair lying down next to you.

If you were ever struggling to fall asleep because of the pain Xavier would tell you astrology and astronomy things: myths about the zodiacs, tell you about constellations, etc.

Using his evol he would transform the ceiling into your very own little night sky. Although he would say that it doesn’t compare to the actual stars that decorated the sky, it would still be a beautiful sight.

His soft voice and stories make a great recipe for a good night’s sleep, not even the best asmrartist could top it.

Zayne

He’s a very observant man, he would notice even the slightest bit of discomfort plus he’s a doctor so he would know quite a few ways to alleviate the pain.

You also didn’t have to feel embarrassed when it happens for the first time around him. Even if you were hesitant to say it plainly, trust that he would be able to figure out.

If you were unsure about the pain: why it happened for example this man would either dig through his memory and tell you, or do some medical research first and then tell you.

Either way, he would be so patient. If you were angry at the world because of the pain, he wouldn’t mind. he would let you rant and complain as much as you wanted.

He also makes sure that there are painkillers in the house, and on him at all times. So that whenever these ovulation cramps happen, he would be prepared.

He would also soothe you with words and his soft voice, much like his evol he would keep his cool through it which in turns has a calming effect on you.

He would also make sure to crank up his dry humour, because every minute you’re laughing is a minute where hopefully some of the pain is forgotten. I think he would also use his evol to help, maybe put on a little ice magic show to help distract you.

Sylus

The moment he found out the pain that you went through each month, he would subconsciously start to track your cycle and also have Mephisto follow you around so he could observe any changes.

Days before your would experience your ovulation cramps he stocked up his house with whatever you needed. His private chef would have been instructed to cook your favourite dishes: breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert.

Your favourite self care products would be in his bathroom, waiting to be used, he also made sure that your bathrobe was made of the fluffiest, softest fabric so that it would drown you in comfort

Even if these cramps were just a one day thing, it didn’t matter. Sylus would treat them as important as any other thing causing you pain.

He would also offer to be you personal punching bag, he’s a boxer after all, his abs are probably made of steel. If he letting off some steam using his body was the way to help you through the pain, he would happily do so.

Additionally, even though he knows he’s tone deaf, he would still sing for you if only to make you laugh at how bad it was. He hoped that by doing so, he could help but a smile on your face instead of a pained frown.

Caleb

Caleb knew you, almost as well as you knew yourself. He knew you experienced these ovulation cramps so he was prepared. he had been there the very first time and comforted you through it. Caleb didn’t necessarily track your cycle or anything, but he was attuned to you.

He was very good at reading you and he always had a inkling as to when these cramps would happen.

If he’s there to see the way your eyes would widen, the pained gasp you let out, be assured he would scoop you up and get you some painkillers.

He also understands that sometimes you just need to stand there and breathe through the pain. Caleb is also the guy, that in my opinion, would allow you to bite him or something similar in order to forget the pain.

He's also sure to make you your favourite food, or snacks, he would drive across Linkon to get you what you craved. Your comfort is his priority.

I also believe he's good at massages, he's massaging your shoulders, back, glutes, calves, every inch of your body to help you and also as an excuse to touch you. That's why he learned how to massage after all, so he could use it as an excuse to be up close and personal.

If scientists ever develop a machine that could transfer your pain to him, even for a small time, Caleb would empty his live savings to get it. If it was in his power, you would never be in pain ever again.

Thank you for reading!

Also what do you think of the gradient used on their names, can you tell where I got the inspiration from?🤭

Disclaimer: gradient divider made by me. English is not my first language, apologies for any mistakes.

[wandering-gambler]

I can see Wanderer and Reader being friends for multiple years, but everyone else just thought you were a couple, but you guys didn't see it

you walk close, you sit together everywhere. Wherever you see one, the other follows close behind

You’ve gone to a hot springs together and sat questionably close together that it would be basically considered his lap, yet claimed you were still friends

Hell, when Wanderer comes over to your place to study for his Akademiya classes (even though he probably doesn't need to research shit, but he helps you anyway), he’ll occasionally (most of the time) let you rest on his chest or lap as you read or write

Oh, it's raining? Well, we can't have you getting sick under his watch! Get under his hat quickly, and no, you cannot talk your way out. You must be covered (if you did ever get sick under his watch, he’d internally panic and take care of yourself the entire time but scold you for not being more careful)

Are your hands cold? Let him hold one, or hell, even both! Oh, they aren't cold? Well, they feel freezing to him, so of course they are…

Did You get him a gift? You’ll see it in his room weeks later, or if it's a wearable gift, then you’ll see it on his person somewhere, and anyone who asks about it gets the pleasure of seeing him tense up and glare at him while trying to explain its from the person he is 100% down bad for but is too scared to admit it his friend

Wanna spar? Well, he’s more than willing to fight with you, but he in no way, shape, or form will use anything close to his full strength, and if he did harm you? Well, then get ready for him acting like half the world exploded but scolding you and himself for what happened

Have a drink together while you Yap to him about random stuff? Sure! But keep in mind that he's listening to everything, so you won't want to slip up anywhere.

On the getting-a-drink note, if you bring him tea on the occasions you wanna meet with him, it’ll eventually become a habit… and he has some great memory, so if you're early or late or even worse if you don't show up, you will be questioned to no end

It's your birthday? You may not have told him at any point in your time together, but he knows for some reason (Nahida), and he’s already planned to take you somewhere!

(Now, this one is purely self-indulgent because it's my birthday today and the day before Valentine's Day.) If you have a birthday near any holiday, he might complain that it's a waste and a money grab for humans. Well, it's hard to take that seriously when he’s out actively shopping with you for both your birthday and the holiday and taking you on an outing in twenty minutes that he swears to anyone who asks that it is not a date…

Are you tired while you are watching the stars with him? Oh, no worries, rest on his chest, and he’ll ramble about the constellations until you sleep

On the very slim chance he opens up to you, which would likely be late at night, maybe even when you guys were watching the stars or done studying, he’ll, for once in his life, let you hold him. Still, you’d have to be highly close to that. I feel like he would start small at first, like with his past names, then maybe some places he's been, then more about who he was, and then eventually the betrayals now if you choose to listen to him opening up (please do it's a big step into a more significant relationship and makes him feel like he can trust you more) then when he gets more into the personal things like the betrayals or what dottore did to him he’ll more than likely just be held by you for the next few hours— you won't be able to see his face. Still, your shirt feels wet, and when it's finally time to leave, his eyes are pretty red…don’t question it, though, unless you wanna be avoided for the rest of the night until tomorrow at lunch

And yet, you’ll still be ‘friends’ after all that. Eventually, Nahida tries to nudge him in the right direction to set you both up. When do you both get together? Well, not much changes besides the fact you now have the privilege to smother him in affection and a few… other things

[rik0shii]

lads guys headcanons

(zayne,sylus,xavier,rafayel,caleb)

warnings :fluff

request: yes

thank you for requesting, I'm new to doing those things so pls tell me if it wasn't to your liking or if it wasn't what you imagined so that I can fix it and get better !

Zayne

• Super punctual—if you have a date set for 1 PM, he’s already outside at 12:50, waiting in his car just so he can call you at the exact time.

• Kids adore him. He has that calm, safe aura that makes even the shyest child want to hold his hand.

• ASMR king—his whispery, soft-spoken voice could put anyone to sleep. If he ever recorded voice memos for you, they’d be the most soothing thing ever.

• After a long mission, he welcomes you with quiet reassurances, hugging you from behind and murmuring, “You did great today. I missed you.”

• Loves holding your hand, whether it’s a quick squeeze of reassurance or intertwining fingers while walking.

• Soft, sleepy smiles—the rare moments when he’s tired but still awake enough to look at you and grin lazily.

• Would totally tuck a blanket around you if you fell asleep on the couch.

Xavier

• Definitely the “I know a spot” guy. And when he shows you? It’s breathtaking—some secret rooftop, a hidden garden, a quiet overlook.

• Hand-holding and forehead kisses in those quiet places where it’s just the two of you.

• If you’re on a mission and he’s not with you, he refuses to sleep. He’ll pace, check his phone, stare at the ceiling—anything but rest.

• CLINGS when you return. Arms wrapped around you, face buried in your neck, and a muffled, “Don’t ever leave me like that again.”

• Skilled with his fingers? Definitely means he can play the piano beautifully. Would learn your favorite song just to surprise you.

• Lowkey romantic in an effortless way. Always the guy to drape his jacket over you if you’re cold or tilt your chin up before a kiss.

Sylus

• Loves stargazing. If you ever go on a late-night drive, he’ll pull over just to sit on the hood of the car with you, pointing out constellations.

• Loves rainy days—the sound, the smell, the way it makes everything feel cozy. If it’s storming outside, he’s making hot drinks and pulling you onto the couch for a movie marathon.

• A big fan of sleepy cuddles. He’ll absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair while half-asleep.

• Writes little notes for you and leaves them in random places—inside books, on your mirror, tucked into your jacket pocket.

• Horrible at remembering dates but amazing at remembering tiny details—like the way you take your coffee or the song you hummed once three months ago.

• Unironically loves stuffed animals. If you ever give him one, he’ll pretend it’s no big deal, but you’ll definitely find it on his bed later.

Caleb

• Super protective but in a quiet way—he’ll walk on the side closest to the street, double-check locks before bed, and always notice when you seem off.

• Really good cook—if you’re having a bad day, expect a homemade meal that somehow tastes exactly like comfort.

• Loves fixing things for you. Broken zipper? He’s on it. Squeaky door? Fixed. Car won’t start? He’s already rolling up his sleeves.

• Acts grumpy but is secretly the softest. If you rest your head on his shoulder, he’ll pretend to sigh but won’t move an inch.

• Always warm. If you’re cold, he’ll just pull you into his side like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

• Reads a lot. Might not admit it, but he totally has a favorite book and will casually reference it in conversation.

• Loves slow dancing in the kitchen. No music, just the sound of your breathing and his steady heartbeat.

Rafayel

• Absolute charmer—he can flirt like it’s second nature, but when it comes to real feelings, he gets a little shy.

• Knows how to dress. If you ever need help picking an outfit, he’ll make sure you look stunning.

• Sends voice memos instead of texts. His voice is too smooth not to be used.

• Great dancer—whether it’s a fancy ballroom-style twirl or a goofy little move in the kitchen, he makes everything feel fun.

• Gives the best compliments—not just about looks, but little things like, “I love how your eyes light up when you talk about something you love.”

• Cuddling expert. His hugs are always just the right amount of firm, warm, and lingering.

• Loves learning about you. Your favorite color? Noted. The way you like your tea? Memorized. A weird fact about something you love? He’ll bring it up just to see you smile.

[perfectlyoongi]

HUSBAND!JUNGKOOK who proposed to you on vacation on the outskirts of florence. four days of beautiful scenery and incredible memories were just a cover for Jungkook's true plan: in a green field dressed in brightly colored flowers, the two of you were having a small picnic while laughter and tender words danced with the gentle breeze of the day; and when Jungkook's question flowed as naturally as any other sentence he could have said, your heart immediately accelerated, sending waves of happiness and fulfillment throughout your body. “will you marry me? make a whole life by my side? only you and me?”

HUSBAND!JUNGKOOK who insisted on throwing floating lanterns at your wedding. but Jungkook didn't want any lanterns, no; Jungkook wanted your dreams and desires for your life to be written and decorated on the light fabric of the lantern, believing that, when they reached the vast starry sky, they would be able to cling to the various stars and guard your future forever. ���the celestial magic of the stars will make all our dreams come true, you’ll see.”

HUSBAND!JUNGKOOK who kisses you under the rain on bad days. it was a simple gesture, something small and quite banal, but it was something precious, an action that warmed you inside and made you feel good, made you feel alive; it was between raindrops that Jungkook declared his love for you in the form of a kiss, the lips that sang so many promises to you and shared so many dreams reminding you that in all the darkness of the world, among all the rain and grey, there was always something warm, there was always his love for you. “just to remind you that after so long, i still love you. and i will love you forever.”

HUSBAND!JUNGKOOK who wears his wedding ring like a badge of honor. Jungkook was proud to be your husband; for him, you were the only person to exist, you were the only one who really mattered because you, quite simply, were incredible in every way; so, having a token of your love, something physical that people could see, only made Jungkook's eyes shine even brighter — after all, he was eternally united to the best person that could exist. “yes, i’m married to the love of my life. isn't it incredible? i’m the luckiest man alive.”

HUSBAND!JUNGKOOK who hugs you from the back in the morning and gently kisses your neck. still infected by sleep, Jungkook walked slowly through the kitchen, his feet leaving traces of need, his small yawns looking for you lazily; Jungkook's arms would wrap around you without any difficulty, squeezing you with all the love he felt for you, letting his natural scent mix with that of breakfast; Jungkook's lips kissed your neck innocently, an invisible mark of wishes for a good day beginning another opportunity to live life. “good morning. you weren’t in bed, i thought i wouldn’t have time to say goodbye.”

HUSBAND!JUNGKOOK who takes you on long car rides at night just to decompress. with the windows open to let the night breeze flood his car, Jungkook took you to different neighborhoods and streets without any destination in mind, just the desire to bring you a little peace controlling his steering wheel; soft music was gently played in the car, while the stars of the night guided you to moments of tranquility and serenity that made you realize that it was with Jungkook that life was worth living. “the night is beautiful today. do you wanna go out? we can eat ice cream later.”

HUSBAND!JUNGKOOK who will love you forever and ever. Jungkook deeply believed that it was the universe that brought you together; it was impossible for two such deep and similar souls to meet by chance — it had to be destiny. because, for Jungkook, your souls had already been formed in ancient times, wandering through worlds and constellations in search of a way of loving deeper than the spiritual — and here you two were, extending every fragment of your passion beyond the soul. “what are the chances of feeling like we’ve loved each other forever? believe me, we are made of the same celestial dust.”

[kingkatsuki]

This is the first time in a long, long time that I’ve actually been proud of a fic so I really hope you enjoy it. I’m already formulating a second part in my mind, or maybe a third who knows.

Summary: Sanemi knew you would always be his beacon of light, the only brightness in this dark pathetic world. At night he’d stare up at the same night sky as you, wondering if this is what you were doing right now too— searching out for the North Star that would help guide him back home to you.

All you have with Sanemi Shinazugawa are fleeting moments together, while he tries so desperately not to give you his heart.

Warnings: 18+, blood!mention, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, foreplay, sex with feelings, light choking, Sanemi calls us a slut once, fingering, breeding!mention, slight spoilers for the final arc but moreso to do with Sanemi’s appearance.

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader. 

Word Count: 6.3k.

You always enjoyed watching the stars. Constellations swirling above granted you a cherished moment to forget about the mundane routine of life. A welcome break between the early rise of working beneath your father at the family bakehouse, slaving away until each loaf was sold before leaving you to clean up the mess. The local Izakaya called his name as he would not return home until what little profit he’d earned was squandered. 

You couldn't even blame him, this wasn’t the life that either of you had wanted or planned for. 

Your brother, who was training to become a demon slayer, now dead. Your mother ran away with a travelling merchant she’d met in the village after as though to numb the pain of losing him. You weren’t even sure if she was still alive, but you wondered if she’d been granted the chance of a new start. A new family— forgetting all about you in the process as you were left to this pitiful existence with your drunk of a father.

This was the only time you truly felt serene. Your back was flat against the dewy grass as the cool evening chill whipped at your ankles, toes almost numb from the chill as your eyes met where one pattern ended and another began. 

The crunch of footsteps through gravel broke you from your daydream as you jolted straight, wide eyes snapping towards the source of the noise as you noticed a white-haired man hunched over. 

“Sanemi?” You had to blink to ensure your eyes weren’t deceiving you, the soft candlelight from your home only enough to add a gentle glow to your surroundings as you stood. 

Bare feet rushed through sodden grass as you felt the ache of small pebbles digging into your soles as you made your way towards him, trying to ignore the way the gravel seemed to indent into your skin as you reached him. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him, the last time you’d felt him— you weren’t even certain he was still alive until now. 

He stopped you when you were close enough, rough palms gripping your arms to keep you at bay. Sanemi’s touch was always bruising, but you knew better than to think he was trying to push you away. You’d learned a long time ago that he struggled to articulate his feelings, and something that once had your heart aching now filled you with a comforting warmth. 

“I don’t want to get you dirty.” He shook his head, and it was then you noticed the blood and grime that doused him. 

Wondering whether the blood was his, dried crimson caked his skin and the torn fabric of his haori. Wondering if he’d noticed, nor even cared if it was. You felt tears begin to clump in your lashes as you stared up at his lilac eyes, hands reaching out for him despite being held back as you gently prised yourself out of his grip. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to stay out this late alone,” He growled, “It’s not safe.”

“I have the sword you left,” You smile up at him, anxious to reach out and hold him, “I remember how to use it.”

Sanemi feels his chest swell with pride that you do, after spending the time to teach you how to properly defend yourself from all the bad in the world. The darkness that shouldn’t sully your perfect soul, although he notices that the sword is nowhere to be seen in the grass beside you.

“I’m unsure what use it is to you when it’s lying more than a stone's throw away.” 

“I’ll bring it with me next time,” You laugh, and Sanemi feels himself physically relax at the tone. 

Once Sanemi was sure you weren’t going to jump him and ruin your pretty night kimono he let go, allowing you to reach up and place a palm against his cheek as he leaned into your touch. Your hands were freezing from being out in the cool evening air, but his cheek blazed with heat. It was comforting as he exhaled softly, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment to indulge himself with the feeling of you. The saccharine scent of you invaded his senses as his calloused palms found purchase on your hips, gripping you tight as though trying to convince himself that you were real. 

His chest was heaving, which made you wonder if he’d struggled to make it here, noticing a fresh gash against his pectoral that answered your question about the source of all the blood. 

“Sanemi, you’re hurt.” You mumbled, noticing the blood now dripping onto the gravel beneath your toes. 

“‘m fine,” He shook his head, but the state of him seemed otherwise. 

“No, you’re not,” You frowned, scrunching your nose so cutely that Sanemi had to physically restrain himself from leaning forward to kiss you. 

“I’m fine, woman,” He barked, but there was no bite. Not to you, “I’ve dealt with far worse.”

“Even so,” You shook your head, taking one of his hands in your own, “I’d hate for you to have made it this far just to be scuppered by a surface wound.” Sanemi’s lips curled into a genuine smile at that, teeth bared as he allowed you to lead him back towards your home, “Let me bandage it up so it doesn’t become infected.” 

You knew what you were getting into when you started dating the Wind Pillar, despite his numerous attempts to push you away. Telling you it was for your own good, to keep you safe. That you deserved better. And Sanemi was certain that was true, you deserved someone far better than him. Someone that would treat you well, and not leave you wondering whether you'd ever see him again. It was selfish really, for him to expect you to wait for him each time. To settle for fleeting moments and stolen kisses— but it was your fault, you’d done this. You’d made him fall for you. And what good was living a safe life if it didn’t include him?

You lead him around your small nagaya, the bills so high you were certain it wouldn’t be yours for much longer. But you didn’t want to trudge blood through the house and have to explain it to your father when he woke up. 

“Let me carry you,” Sanemi started as he noticed your bare soles stepping through the pebbled path, his grip on your hand tightening.

He didn’t even question why you weren’t wearing sandals, like most other men probably would. He knew you loved the stars. It’s as though he understood the exact reason you’d been out here without them, despite the dangers of being alone and vulnerable so late at night. Sanemi knew every part of you, probably even better than you knew yourself and yet somehow he would never quite afford you that same luxury. Always trying to keep you at arm's length, in his own selfish way of protecting you. Or so he thought—

“I’m quite alright to walk, Shinazugawa.” You teased, and you could practically feel the growl vibrate through him once you’d called him by his family name. 

“When have I ever been known as Shinazugawa to you?” He sneered, but followed behind as you opened the sliding door.

“I seem to remember you demanding I call you that when my brother trained under you, Shinazugawa.” You smiled softly, ignoring the gentle pang in your heart at the loss of your sibling, “I remember you calling me rather annoying too.”

“I called you a pain in my ass, actually.” He delighted in the sweet laughter that surrounded him at that memory, as he kicked his shoes off at the door.

Sanemi was silent as you sat him down on the wooden floor in the room where you slept as you began to grab the items you would need to patch him up, closing the sliding door behind you as you returned to find him dozing against your futon. 

“Oi,” You teased, a habit you’d picked up from him, “Don’t fall asleep yet, you might have a concussion.”

“You think I’m foolish enough to let a demon near my head, woman?” 

“No,” You smiled, kneeling beside him as you pulled back the open front of his demon slayer uniform, “But you are foolish enough to hit your head.”

Sanemi’s glare had you breaking out into a soft giggle as you tried to quieten yourself so as not to wake any of the sleeping occupants nearby, shaking your head as he allowed you to work at the wound that marked his skin. Teeth clenched as you pressed gauze against it before bandaging it to prevent dirt from entering the wound. You were glad it didn’t appear to be deep, and would certainly not leave a scar as impressive as the ones that already littered his skin. But as it was still bleeding when he’d arrived, you wondered how long it had been since his battle. 

“Why did you come here?” You mumbled as you finished up your haphazard attempt at bandaging his wound. Something you’d learned to do the first time your father had returned home drunk and knocked his head falling over the entry step whilst removing his sandals. A skill you’d tried to hone over the years, but to this day it still seemed to be a work in progress.

But of course, Sanemi still came to you, even though he’d certainly receive better care from the Butterfly Mansion. Or at the very least a better dose of medication to relieve the pain— but time and time again he’d always leave you with the same response.

“I always find my way back to you.” 

Which is why he navigated towards you like a compass searching for the North Star. And even after all this time, you still continued to ask the same question. Because you liked the sound of the answer that left his lips. 

“You’re foolish to think I take better care of you than the Kakushi there,” You smiled down at him as he grumbled beneath you. 

“And yet I’m still alive.”

“I’m unsure whether that’s by luck or chance, but it’s certainly not because of me.” You snort, shaking your head as you reach for the warm water you’d prepared to help clean his dirty skin. Soaking a soft cloth before you began to run it against his forehead and cheeks. 

“There’s no need for that,” He scoffs, his large palm wraps around your wrist to pull you away from him as you frown. 

“You’re filthy, Sanemi.” You scrunch your nose, “And you stink.” 

You were ashamed to admit to him that you loved the way he smelt. His musky sweat was laced with the scent of grass and the rice bran he’d used to wash days earlier. You always found yourself basking in it, allowing it to intoxicate you as you fell even deeper. 

“You’ve never had a problem with me being filthy before.” Sanemi ponders, his hand reaching up to smooth over the soft curve of your hip, “In fact, I’m certain I remember you saying you liked it.”

Your cheeks burned from his implication, feeling the neglected space between your thighs throb with desire as you subtly shifted thigh to thigh. A movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the hashira below you, a cocky smirk on his face as he flattened his palm on your lower back. Pushing down to bring you closer to him, your face hovering mere inches from his own as his warm breath fanned your face. 

“I missed you,” You hum softly, admiring the way the flickering burn of your lantern illuminated his chiselled face. Your lips brushed over his own in the faintest kiss, his fingers tightening in the fabric of your nightdress as he tried to pull you back to repeat the motion. 

“Not as much as me,” He husked, reaching his other hand up to hold the back of your neck. Two fingers dug into the curve while his calloused thumb stroked your jaw, reconnecting your lips in a deeper kiss. His nose bumped against yours before tilting his head to the side to push his tongue into your eager mouth, finding your own as he swallowed the desperate whine that threatened to spill. 

You’d missed this, missed him. Your hands threaded through his messy white hair as your nails dragged against his scalp, causing Sanemi to grunt as he pulled you down to the futon beside him. Curving his frame over you as he groaned deep and low in his throat from the intense pain that shot through his side from the sudden movement. 

“Sanemi, you shouldn’t move,” You stared up at him in worry as you broke the kiss, a snarl of irritation appearing on his face as he tried to bring you back to him, “You’re hurt.” 

“Shut up,” He snarled, but there was no real malice behind it. 

He was far rougher this time as if trying to prove to you that he was fit to do this— to take care of you. Settling himself between your parted thighs as you felt him lean himself on you, a comforting weight as you reconnected your lips. His kiss was far more ferocious, a mess of tongue and teeth as hands disappeared beneath the silken fabric of your night dress. Bunching the material around your hips as he lurched forward, pressing his desire against your clothed core as he swallowed your whines. 

You could tell he was exercising restraint. Wanting nothing more than to rip the fabric from your quivering body and reveal your skin to him, but it would be left as evidence of your exploits. And since your father still thought his daughter was pure, it would be a foolish move. Instead, he pushed it higher, letting it settle above the swell of your naked breasts as he bit back a sigh. Teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he broke the kiss to indulge in the sight of you, thumbing the underside of your soft mounds as he watched your nipples stiffen to round peaks in the cool evening air. 

How had he been so lucky to find you? To convince someone as perfect as you to lie with him? He had no clue, but he was certain it was evidence of the existence of ame. Not that he would ever make it there, and if this was the closest he’d ever get he would die content. 

“Sanemi,” You cooed, breaking him away from his thoughts as you stroked your fingers along his neck. Following the curve of his collarbones as Sanemi dipped his head lower, lips circling one of your taut nipples as he sucked hard. Glaring up at you with purple eyes when you moaned loud, immediately biting down hard on your lip you were certain you’d drawn blood. 

“If you can’t be quiet when I touch you here—” He reached a palm up to grope your other breast for emphasis, moulding the skin between his fingers as he massaged gently, “Then how will I be able to feast on your cunt?” 

You were noisy. So much so that Sanemi had to press his palm to your mouth to quieten you, a crude smirk on his lips as he nuzzled the junction between your breasts. Kissing a path down your stomach as he followed every line and curve, removing his hand from your mouth when he was more certain you’d be quiet as he reached down to curl his fingers into your panties. Pulling them down your thighs to bare you to him completely. 

“Beautiful.” He hummed beneath his breath as his thumbs spread you open, cherishing the way your slick broke off into silvery strings against your folds, “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” You felt hot beneath his sweltering gaze, heart pounding against your ribcage as he settled on his stomach. Pressing the softest kiss to the top of your mound before curling his forearms beneath your parted thighs, shamelessly inhaling the scent of you as he pressed another kiss against you, this time to your sensitive clit. 

“Fuck,” The motion had your hips bucking wildly, his palm splayed flat against your pelvis as he tightened his grip around your thighs. 

“Still so sensitive,” He murmured, granting you another lingering kiss as he tasted you on his lips, “Is this how much she missed me?” 

“Don’t talk like that, Sanemi.” And it wasn’t because he was talking to your cunt and not to you, it was the crude words that seemed to flow from his lips so effortlessly that left your stomach swirling in knots and a delicious ache between your thighs. 

“Oh?” He hummed, dragging his tongue through the mess you’d— he’d made between your thighs, “Are you saying she didn’t miss me? Was there another keeping you satisfied while I was gone?”

You could hear the jealousy behind his words, the cruel lilt to his voice that had him digging his fingertips into your skin just that much harder. Sanemi was no fool, he knew you’d make the perfect wife for many respectable men. And he was certain that none would refuse— it wasn’t peculiar to think that you had offers while he was gone, or at the very least the promise of your father selling you to pay off his debts. 

But you couldn’t tell him the truth right now. That your father had been searching for a suitor for you, finally settling on one that he deemed fit (and it certainly wasn’t because he was the highest bidder). A man from the next village over who would look after you, you were assured. A man that you could happily live out the rest of your days with, and give up the long hours spent in your father's bakery. 

You were certain if Sanemi knew he would see red, even if there was no chance of him asking for your hand instead. A Demon Slayer, a Hashira no less, would make the perfect prize for any young woman. Easily setting you up for life, even if they didn’t make it out alive, nor make it past their twenty-fifth birthday. It was why so many were reluctant to take on wives, content with aiding their needs with the local courtesans whenever they’d rest for the night. 

Your father still thought of you as pure, a virgin. If he found out he’d surely sell you to the local brothel to pay off his debts instead, a life far worse than a loveless marriage you supposed. But it wouldn’t make a difference when none of those paths led you to Sanemi. 

“It’s only ever been you,” You spoke softly and sincerely as you stared down at your lover, an answer that seemed to appease him as he nuzzled your soft cunt. Unabashedly licking a long stripe from the tight rim of your asshole all the way through your slick, causing you to whine beneath him as his tongue delved deeper, pushing inside your fluttering hole. 

“Good.” He spoke against your sex, your fingers winding through his messy hair as you rolled your hips against his face. The flat of his tongue lapped at you as though tasting the sweetest ambrosia, nose nudging your clit as he ate you out with urgency. Moaning into your cunt as he pushed his tongue as deep as it would go, lashing against your inner walls as you writhed against tousled sheets.

You gasped as he added his two right fingers, curling them inside you as he pressed them against the spongy spot inside you that he knew like the back of his hand. His lips wrapped around your puffy clit as he sucked hard, eyes staring up at you from his position as he watched you come apart for him. Your walls trembling in the throws of your climax that surged through you in harsh waves. You’d expected him to stop, to allow you a moment's respite, but he didn’t. Devouring you like a man starved as he continued to feast on your cunt. You were trying desperately to keep quiet, your own hand clamping over your mouth in a feeble attempt to silence yourself as your debauched moans still broke through. 

Not that Sanemi was much quieter, the lewd smack of his lips against your sopping folds filled the room as he slurped at your slick. Collecting it in his mouth before crudely spitting it back down on your clit, letting it dribble towards your greedy hole where his fingers were fucking into you with vigour. Feeling your walls clamp down around his ring and pinky finger as he worked you through your climax, intent on giving you another before he even thought about pulling away. 

He made it difficult to think as blown eyes stared up at the ceiling, your thighs clamping down around his head as you tried to push him off your overstimulated heat. 

“Stop squirmin’,” He snarled against your clit, showcasing his sheer display of strength as he tugged your thighs open for him again, “I know you can take it, and you will.”

Your hole throbbed around his fingers at his crude tone, the pleasure swirling in your pelvis as he worked to draw another orgasm from your pliant body. Watching the way you were trying to blink back tears as he sucked your clit hard, thrashing beneath him as he felt it surge through you in harsh waves. 

“Sanemi,” You choked back a sob as you felt the pleasure consume you, thighs trembling as your cunt gushed and throbbed around his digits. Smirking against your slit in satisfaction as he worked you through it, lapping at your clit as you mewled pathetically. 

“So beautiful.” He hummed, smacking his lips in satisfaction as he finally pulled away to give you a moment to calm your racing heart. Shamelessly suckling at his fingers as he cleaned your release from them, before pressing open-mouthed kisses against the apex of your thighs. 

You gasped as a sudden pain surged through you, feeling Sanemi’s teeth bite down onto the supple skin of your inner thigh as he began to suck a deep bruise into your flesh. Causing your body to convulse as he left his mark on you. He was never foolish enough to leave anything in plain sight, evidence of your debauchery and certain to sign your courtesan sentence. This was his way of leaving his lingering presence on your body, to claim you as his. The subtle ebb of it whenever you walked evidence that you belonged to him— because no matter what, you would always be his. 

He pressed a final, soothing kiss to the wound as he moved up your body, settling your thighs over his own as he busied himself with undoing his belt. Letting the top of his uniform settle around his waist as he bared his top half. Slapping your greedy hands away as you reached between your thighs to grab at his thick, heavy cock. The weight of it had it drooping down towards the floor, forking veins following the length of it as they lead towards a blushing uncut tip leaking with pre. 

“Don’t you dare,” He chastised as you gave him a needy pout, licking your lips at the thought of how long it had really been, “You know I won’t last.”

You boldly ogled him, watching as he wrapped himself in a strong fist to give himself some relief. Pulling the foreskin back as he smoothed the leaking tip between your dripping folds, covering himself in your slick. Gasping as the bulging head nudged your clit, before it caught against your fluttering hole. Your desperate cunt tried to coax him in as you started to roll your hips towards him invitingly. 

“I’m sure you’ve become a greedy succubus since we met,” He goads, grinning down at you whilst pressing the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance, “So damn needy.”

“It’s your fault,” You bite back, “You’ve turned me into this.”

“Oh, yeah?” He hums pensively, pushing his hips forward as he feels your hole begin to swallow him, “I’ve turned you into a desperate little slut?”

“Only for you.” You cry out when he cants his hips forward at your response, burying his cock inside you with one rough thrust. 

“F-uck,” Sanemi’s eyes roll as he feels your cunt consume him whole. His balls pressed snugly against the curve of your ass as the messy hairs sat at the base tickle your clit. 

Sanemi had always felt big, the sensation always caught in your throat whenever he’d fill you to the brim. Your exploits are few and far between when he lived the life of a Hashira, never knowing when would be the next time— or if this would be your last. But he always granted you a moment to adjust to his size and a chance for him to admire the way your throat bobbed and your eyes rolled as you felt him fill you whole. 

Sanemi settled himself on his forearms on either side of you, his chest pressed skin to skin, so close you could feel each other's heartbeats. His hands held your head as he began to push his hips forward, starting a steady pace as he ground into you. 

“I’ve missed you,” He rasped, resting his forehead against yours as his gaze bore into your own. Your arms wound around his body to cling to his muscular back, nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake as the blunt head of his cock carved you into the shape of him. 

“I missed you too,” You whine, trying to choke back a moan as you pressed your lips to his, “Missed you so much.”

Your thighs clung to his muscular waist, holding him tight as he ground into you. Sending delicious friction directly to your clit as you tried to pull him impossibly closer, wanting to feel every part of him. The curve of his heavy cock was perfectly positioned to drag against the spot inside you that he knew better than the back of his hand, focusing his attention on it with each roll of his hips. 

“Taking me so well,” He groaned, already feeling the telltale signs of your impending climax, “Good girl.”

You were Sanemi’s proof that there was still good in the world, that there were still some things worth saving, worth cherishing. His nose brushed against yours as he brought you into another sensual kiss, swallowing the desperate cries that wracked through your body as you tried desperately to keep quiet. Your nails dragged crimson red lines down the expanse of his back as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of another climax, leaving marks he was proud to wear as your toes began to curl. 

The coil inside you snapped roughly as you were propelled into your climax. Your entire body convulsing as you came undone, harsh waves of pleasure crashed through you as Sanemi swallowed his name from your throat. 

He pulled back to watch you, tilting his head to the side as he fucked you through your release. His mouth was no longer able to conceal the desperate pants that escaped and mixed with the sound of skin against skin as he continued his rough pace. 

You turned your head to the side on your soft pillow, shy at the way he was looking at you as he loomed over you. The feeling had your stomach swirling in knots as he brought his hand to your jaw to pull your attention back to focus on him. 

“You were so concerned about being loud,” He goaded, leaning forward to wrap his fingers around the column of your throat, “But here you are trying to wake the entire village.”

Your cunt clenched at that, hard. Causing Sanemi to smirk in satisfaction as he started to press down on your windpipe, feeling the way your cunt tightened in response as his hulking form curved over you. Using your body for his own pleasure as he felt the intense heat blazing from between your thighs. Tits bouncing from the ferocity of his thrusts, as you proceeded to wonder if he might actually want you both to be caught like this. So he could finally tell your father that he was taking you away from this and making you, his. 

“Oi,” Sanemi’s fingers pulsed against your neck, trying to bring your focus back to him, “Are you still with me? Or have I fucked all sense from you?”

Sanemi’s grin was maniacal as your cunt clenched around him in response, your head lolling back against the pillow as he kept his bruising pace. Unable to do much from this position but lay back and take it as he used your body for his own pleasure. 

You felt delirious, the pleasure all-consuming as Sanemi drove his hips forward. Thrusting into you with the stamina and precision only a Hashira could have, his perception telling him exactly how to move in order to have you writhing beneath him as he focused his attention on that same spongy spot inside you. Focusing his thrusts as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each forward motion, dragging his length against your g-spot each time he pulled back. 

“Such a greedy little thing,” He provokes, each word annunicated with a rut of his hips. Certain he won’t be able to last much longer, your hips buck up against him and he can feel your slick drooling down his length and coating his balls. 

Your hands are fisting the thin sheet covering your futon now, groaning when you realise that he’s trying to hold back. Waiting for you to climax once more before he affords himself the same relief. And it’s hard to hold back, especially when you look so innocent and malleable beneath him. You really were far too good for the likes of him. 

Sanemi wonders what he would be like if he did cum inside you, coating your pliant walls with his sticky spend. Imagining how pretty and ethereal you’d look all plump and round as you carry his child, giving him an heir to the Shinazugawa name and carrying his family on through generations. Thinking of the docile life he could spend with you, living the rest of your days peacefully and away from all the trials and tribulations that come with being a Hashira. 

But a life like that would never be possible, not when there is still a single demon out there wandering the streets and waiting to destroy every unblemished part of his life. The image of losing you is too much for him to bear, the mere thought of it has an immeasurable pain shooting through him and striking him straight through the heart. Sanemi would do anything to keep you safe, and if it meant being alone for the rest of his days or sacrificing himself for you— he’d do it. 

And what’s worse is Sanemi knew you’d let him cum inside you, your mind already fucked stupid and completely intoxicated with arousal. He bets he could get you to agree to anything when you’re like this, so desperate and compliant beneath him. You’d let him bury his cock inside you to the hilt and shoot rope after rope of his hot spend inside your fertile womb. 

He’s sweating now. Letting go of your neck in favour of gripping onto your soft hips, the perfect child-bearing hips as he has to bite back a moan. Breaking skin as he gnaws at his bottom lip hard, nose scrunched as he feels the tip of his cock presses snugly against your cervix with each forward motion. 

“Sanemi,” You practically sing his name as a warning as he feels the way your walls convulse around his heavy cock, desperately trying to milk him of his release, “I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming.”

He doesn’t bother silencing you this time, indulging in the whiny lilt of your voice as he feels you gush around him. Almost forgetting that he’s supposed to be pulling out as he curses beneath his breath, the coil inside his pelvis snaps abruptly as he manages to pull out, just barely— thick, hot ropes of his potent seed spurt against your quivering cunt as they coat your folds. His rough hand wraps around himself to jerk it roughly as more land against your pelvis and stomach, some making it as far as the underside of your breasts as his chest heaves. 

You’re a mess, he thinks as he stares down at the remnants of his spend. His cock still leaking with a final few trickles of his release as he smears it against your inner thigh before sitting back on his haunches to admire the scene. Silvery white coats your clit, drooling all the way down to the curve of your ass as it disappears between your cheeks, settled on top of your mound as it leaves streaky lines along your tummy and then spots around your breasts. But still part of him regrets not finishing inside you, emptying his balls inside your warm, wet cunt to claim you as his.

It’s a bad idea, terribly really— but he can’t help himself, as Sanemi leans down to collect some of his spend on your clit against his thumb, revelling in the way you keen against him from the sensitivity as he dips it lower and pushes it inside your creamy, abused hole. Watching with curious, lilac eyes at how easily and eagerly your body sucks it in. The mess disappears inside your trembling walls as he fucks it deeper, pulling out to smear the rest into your clit as your body shivers and pushes it out with the aftershocks of your climax.

“It’s too much, Sanemi.” You mumble tiredly, trying to cling to his forearms as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

He reaches over to the bowl of water you’d brought in for him, wincing at how tepid it is now as he submerges the cloth, wringing it out between rough fingers as he begins to clean you up. Starting with the drying cum that coats your body as goosebumps begin to prickle your skin from how gentle he is, taking his time to clean the cloth and repeat the process as he nears the junction of your legs. Cleaning his spend from your inner thighs before running the cloth through your sticky folds, pressing a kiss to your knee as you whine about how sensitive you are as he tries to clean you with as much care as he can— As though he’s frightened you might break. He’s gentle as he pulls your nightgown back down your body, smoothing the fabric as he smiles down at you softly.

Sanemi doesn’t bother cleaning himself and refuses your help when you offer it. Perfectly content to leave your drying slick coating his skin as he pulls his pants back up, preparing to tighten his belt before he looks down at the dejected expression on your face.

“Are you not staying for a while, Sanemi?” You mumble softly. Acutely aware that it’s a risk to ask something so bold of him, especially when your father could walk in at any time and catch you with the Wind Hashira.

His gaze softens in a way reserved just for you as he cups your cheek, rough fingers catching against your soft skin as he leans down to connect your lips in a sensual kiss. Wordlessly dropping to the futon beside you as he pulls you into his arms, burying your face in his chest as you listen to the rhythm of his heart beating hard and fast. His fingers stroke absentminded patterns against your back as he buries his nose into the top of your head, greedily surrounding himself with your scent as he cherishes the moment. Trying to commit everything to memory so he can remember this on those dark days when he’s without you.

This should’ve been the moment you told him about the possibility of your father marrying you off, but you couldn’t. He didn’t need to know, and it was better this way. You could tell him in the morning, he was already tired from his travels and you wanted this happiness to last just that little longer.

But you didn’t realise that he’d be gone by morning, the only sign he was ever here was the dirty water, and drops of blood that soaked into the hardwood, and stuck to the fabric of your nightdress. Each time he left you like this, it had you wondering whether that would be the last time you’d see him.

Sanemi knew you would always be his beacon of light, the only brightness in this dark pathetic world. At night he’d stare up at the same night sky as you, wondering if this is what you were doing right now too— searching out for the North Star that would help guide him back home to you.

[vulchak]

So. I watched the live action Lilo and Stitch. (Completely unrelated but Jack Sparrow is one of my favorite Disney characters, anyway-) The original is my favorite 2d Animated movie. I wanted to wait a couple days just to get my thoughts in order but I think the notes I took while watching are more accurate to how I feel about this insult to animation, storytelling and character

It got long so TL;DR, This whole movie feels gutted. Gutted of the themes, of the atmosphere, and of the heart. A downright insult to the original. How this badly acted, lit, and animated thing is getting good reviews is beyond me. It doesn't hold up neither as a remake, nor as a movie in its own right

Right off the bat the pace is 5 times quicker than the original. Nothing has time to sink in, I feel like I'm watching the movie at double speed

And they've moved things around for no reason, Stitch is shown first, then Jumba is brought in, which just dampens the impact of both their introductions

Jumba sounds 20 years younger and way more boring than he should, he sounds like a stock random guy, not an experienced and unhinged genius. His grammar is fixed but his accent is also gone which just makes him sound less unique. I don't blame the VA, he did great as the Lego Joker but he was just miscast here

The grand councilwoman is done so dirty already. In the original she sounds genuenly hopeful Stitch can show signs of goodness and be spared. Nope, here she's so monotone it's like she's obligated to ask him to say something

She doesn't ask for an expert, Pleakely comes running in himself. In a cowboy hat for some reason. She also has a bizarre amount of modern slang like "crikey" and "you're kidding" which feels extremely out of character and forced

She also gets Stitch's biology wrong? "Water increases his molecular density" the fuck it doesn't, HIS OWN molecular density is great, which makes him sink. He's dense, that's the point. Water doesn't affect him he just can't swim cause he's heavy

She doesn't seem to care about her own people because she doesn't tell no one to back away from Stitch's ship when he engages hyperdrive. Which in the original was also a built up dangerous thing he did, here it's blink and you'll miss it. We don't even see him properly escape anything. The guns just blow up the door, we see him running down a hall for 2 seconds, next time we see Stitch he's on the ship, that's it

Pleakley is excited to go to earth and Jumba is the one who SUGGESTS it, he basically blackmails the grand councilwoman, saying he'll capture 626 in exchange for his lab back. Pointless changes that only serve to make the story less impactful and more childish. And this whole thing goes by in 5 minutes, in the original I swear it was at least twice as long. (Edit: I checked, it is twice as long)

The social worker scene, completely different, no "my friends need to be punished" line. Overall just, worse version of the original, not much to say

Nani is now outright stated to be studying to be a marine biologist instead of the subtle environmental storytelling of her being a champion surfer from the original. Not a bad idea? But it should've been more subtle, so far it feels like this movie thinks you're stupid and need to be told everything, despite supposedly being "the more mature version for adults"

David is cringe now and that's his whole joke. He's not really endearing anymore

Stitch wrecking his own spaceship is just stupid

Lilo and Nani's argument and subsequent make up talk have absolutely zero impact compared to the original. The constellation thing is cute I guess

When Nani is being shoved out the room so Lilo can make a wish, she didn't even fall on Lilo, and Lilo's wish is worded much worse than the original. More long winded. Stitch coming out from the crash site is SO UGLY compared to the original

If I had a nickel for every movie that's got a blue CGI character crashing a wedding and Uptown funk in the soundtrack I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot but at least SONIC 2 WAS A GOOD MOVIE

Lilo meets Stitch. MISSED. THE POINT. OF THE SCENE. ENTIRELY.

First of all he's supposed to go "Haaaiii" after he heard Lilo way hi to him first. How the fuck does he know to say hi when all she did was scream? Second, he's tiny, Lilo picks him up. He's supposed to be so dense adults can barely hold him, how the hell is Lilo just, carrying him around? And if it's water that makes him heavy for real. Then that's just stupid

Also love how no one is freaking out about it, the lady working there casually leashes him and sounds so disinterested. Every person in the movie (except Lilo she's doing very well) sound like they don't wanna be there

They're giving Nani less to do and making her worse. In the original, they were at the dog shelter because she heard Lilo's wish and wanted to make it come true. Now its the neighbour taking Lilo, and not even to the shelter, not to adopt a dog, they just kinda. Do. Without Nani's permission which is another problem

Cobra being CIA and involving the authorities as a whole is. Dumb

Oh so Nani came up with the name Stitch. Wonderful. One stupid decision after another

"I read her text messages." People in present day still keep diaries there was no need to change that. Hello fellow kids ass line

Nani being mean to Lilo after losing the job and making it very clear it's Lilo's fault, instead of comforting her and going along with her bug imagination. Way to ruin the best big sister in your history, Disney

They turned the "Ohana means family" scene comedic. WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA AND WHICH SLUG-BRAINED MORON APPROVED IT?

Nani being a jackass again. "We were left behind" that's exactly what you say to your grieving 6yo sister about the parents who tragically passed, Nani, way to go. Makes it sound like they ditched them on purpose

Telling us about the room full of trophies instead of showing us. This movie is for babies in a way the original never was

Stitch spelling out he has no family instead of the again, much more mature and subtle dialogue of the original

The teaching Stitch hula thing was alright I guess

Nani doesn't even see Stitch being a record player is lame. Followed up with a fart joke

Remix of Hawaiian Rollercoaster ride is worse than the original in both sound and placement. It was a personal moment for the family. To take their minds off the bad day of not finding jobs. Now it's just. Full of tourists, and Nani teaching/being at her job

Also Stitch being the one to ask to go in the water first. Goes against the story, he's supposed to be shown it's OK first, by being taken in by Lilo. But no, just sees a dog, decides he wants to. FUCKING STUPUD

Whole hospital insurance thing seems so showhorned in. Not having a job was reason enough for that contract

And Stitch not being directly blamed for it. Again. Zero. Impact. They've literally turned this into a stock "CG character stuffed into a plot with live humans" movie. And it's disgusting to watch

Jumba is turning into a villain. Lame. His dynamic with Pleakely is also fucked

The hammock scene is again just. A worse version of the original, I don't know what to say at this point. This whole movie is somehow so fast and so sluggish at the same time, it's impressive how bad the pacing is

Stitch doesn't even see the ugly duckling book, doesn't talk to Lilo, doesn't go to the woods with the ducks just. Goes to his crate??? For some reason??

And LILO finds HIM. NAH, missed thr entire point, AGAIN

Wedgie joke, butt joke. More completely unnecessary childish humor

The portal gun is an alright gimmick but. Meh. And no song playing over it. So immediately less memorable scene. Elvis as a whole is very absent from this movie

NAH WE AIN'T DOING A LIAR REVEALED WITH STITCH, WHAT EVEN IS THIS MOVIE

Stitch himself feels like a non character in his own movie somehow, he's just there to be a dog, a cute CG character to sell merch. So many of his important scenes are missing or so watered down it barely feels like the same character

Reference to the other experiments is neat but thats not how 627 is made, you can't just turn one experiment into another

Cobra being the one who turns and helps them. Stupid. He was supposed to be a good guy the entire time

The climax is so anticlimactic compared to the original too. Painfully obvious they were out of a budget

Lilo having to leave Stitch to drawn should hit hard. It doesn't. That thing spent the whole movie being annoying, stiffly animated, and frankly I don't care if it drowns. That's not Stitch. It's a badly made imitation

Oh and now they're recussitating him. With jumper cables. And he threw up the important family photo. This isn't Lilo and stitch. In writing, acting, or soul. And I swear they're reusing voice lines for Stitch in some scenes

The reason for Stitch staying before was such a beautiful simple solution. He was adopted, as a pet, he's Lilo's. But now. Overcomolicated, stupid, and again, the councilwoman used to geneunly want to give Stitch a chance and let him stay. Now she seems much more reluctant and it doesn't work as well. The mosquito thing didn't come up, Stitch doesn't let his antenna and extra limbs out for Lilo to see

David is being so fucking stupid- they turned one of the best Disney men into an annoying stock moron. Oh and Nani doesn't have a job and can't be in charge of Lilo. Sure putting her with the neighbours and letting Nani go study is fine, I guess? But it isn't nowhere near satisfying and misses the entire point of Nani's character

Not sure if there's anything past the credits, I didn't watch those.

[cheralith]

APARTMENT 345 — INTERLUDE : SMOKE

feat. karasu tabito || wc: 1.3k contains: fem!reader, no pronouns used, alcohol consumption, smoking, cigarette kiss (indirect kiss) a/n: this isn't relevant to the storyline dw, this is just more of a slice of life kind of thing series masterlist

If there is one singular thing that Karasu Tabito hated about the city—it's that no matter how brightly the city lights glow, they'll never live up to the true shine of the stars in the sky.

They cannot make constellations like Aries nor shine as brightly as the star Sirius; and unlike the stars, the city lights only fester stories of the mundane, everyday life. The uniformity of them almost unsettles him, how lined up the street lamps are or how monotone the many taillights of cars shine that frustrated red during evening rush hour.

Karasu takes a sip of his beer, the bitter aftertaste making his lips smack. He leans on the balcony, taking in the air of the new day that's just shy of an hour old. Most people have gone to bed, the liveliness of the city going to rest itself with only a few shy lights still twinkling about. The loft has a rather vast view of the west side of the city, and the fact that the JFU building is situated near the heart of it serves as a reminder of his work-life every time he looks out the balcony window.

He stares at it, the darkened steel grey building that stands menacingly to him. Karasu has gotten used to its intimidation over the years, but it still greets him with a harsh glare every morning, reminding him of what's to come once he steps foot inside it.

The newest project hasn't been doing well. He's never gotten harshly reprimanded by his bosses, his status being rather well-known in the building, but his team has and the guilt weighs down on his shoulders.

He's their senior—he's supposed to be taking care of them and keeping them on track. The interns especially have gotten rather sharp scoldings from the superiors above them, a clear use of power play just to keep them in their place. A week has paid its dues, inching him closer and closer to the deadline despite the fact that only a third of the project is completed.

Karasu lifts the cigarette pinched between his fingers, breathing in the sharp coolness of its menthol taking over the maltiness from the beer, his chest a little icy. He sniffs, nose itching.

A hiss of smoke draws from chapped lips, the bits of stress from the workday being pulled out of him with every blow. Karasu takes another drag, balancing the cigarette on his lips as he swishes the beer can, taking in the sounds of the night the city whispers to him.

"Seven Stars? You've got good taste," a voice calls from behind.

Karasu jumps, turning around at the sound of your voice so nearby. His elbow knocks over the pack situated on the railing, revealing his dirty little habit clear as day to you. Smoke drafts from his nose, almost embarrassingly so.

You close the balcony door behind you, laughing softly as Karasu scrambles to pick up the box.

"Shit darlin', you sure can scare the wits outta a man," he mutters, hiding the box with his foot and the cigarette behind his back.

"I already saw, don't try to hide it from me," you say. You crouch down, pushing his slipper away and picking up the pack of cigarettes.

A shame you saw him in such a state like this. Karasu always wanted you to see the better, more resistant side of him, not the one that delved into bad habits like this.

Your hand sticks out to offer him the pack, only for you to playfully pull it away when Karasu tries to take it. He raises a brow. You give him a grin.

"Lemme have one," you state.

"Ah nah," Karasu shakes his head, trying to swipe at them again, but you only crane it further from his reach. "You shouldn't be doin' stuff like this—"

"Don't coddle me like a kid," you warn with a light pout. "You're only a few months older. You don't think I've dabbled in this before?"

He sighs, giving up, not wanting to offend you. "Fine. But just one."

"Are you trying to be frugal?" a tease in your voice melds its way through. "They did just up the tax on these things."

He clicks his tongue. "No, I just don't want you to pick up a habit like this."

"I can handle a cig or two every once in a while," you mutter, pulling one out of the box and handing it back to him, placing it between your lips. Karasu tucks it away in his pajama pant pocket for safekeeping. "I need one anyway, with how work went today."

Victims of the corporate world often know that there was this shared struggle and quiet understanding of trying to keep your sanity as best as possible within the walls of grey. It wasn't the first time Karasu had seen you exhausted from work, especially in consideration that you came home rather later than everyone else.

Karasu reveals back the cigarette from behind his back. No point in trying to hide it now. He juts it between his lips, sucking it in as you toy with the lighter situated from the table, sparks flashing about.

"Was it your boss again?" he asks, recalling your complaints about one of the older male higher-ups you had an irk with. "The stubby, balding one?"

"Not quite. One of the interns deleted a major query and we had to spend the rest of the day trying to recover it," you roll your eyes, still struggling with the lighter. "Why won't this—"

Karasu takes it from your hands and tries an attempt at getting a flicker, only to be faced with the same dull sparks. He holds the body up to the light, only to find it nearly out of lighter fluid. "I must've used it all up. Sorry 'bout that, lemme see if I've got a spare in my room."

"Hold on," you interrupt, sticking a hand out in front of him before he can take a step back into the loft. "I've got a better idea."

He quirks up a brow, cigarette also flicking up in curiosity. You motion for him to come closer, as if you were about to tell him a secret. Karasu leans forward, moving to lend his ear, but instead you gently compress your cigarette between your fingers and place its clean tip to his own glowing one, the heat of his transferring to yours.

He has to fight a hitched breath, choking down a cough at the abrupt motion. His fingers move to hold his cigarette into place before he can accidentally drop it, watching as ash sanctions itself between the two sticks, sharing the warmth. You hold yours there for a moment, just keeping still as you watch for smoke to rise from them.

Karasu is frozen into place, focusing his gaze onto the closeness of you to him rather than the kiss of the two cigarettes. Your eyelashes just barely flutter against your cheeks, eyes half-dimmed from the prodding of sleep. Your lips plush against the orange filter paper. How you blink so slowly, like a cat in affection, when you wait for your cigarette to properly be lit.

A shy tendril of grey vines out from the two after a moment, and you pull away from him, Karasu feeling the coldness of the night once more. Dryness envelopes his throat when he swallows—he doesn't think its from the tobacco.

He watches intently as you inhale, deep and slow, basking in the taste of it before you just barely open the cavern of your lips and let the smoke draw out from them, a silent hush of wind escaping you. You sigh contently, feeling the menthol ice over your lungs.

Karasu takes another drag of his own, just admiring at your relaxing state when you close your eyes and let the damage do its work. You open them eventually, a glaze over your eyes, a quiet acknowledgement of "thank you" to him for letting you indulge.

A one-beat chuckle escapes him before you and he lean over the balcony together, just silently taking in the nightlife. You hum a tune, just something to break the quiet.

The city lights seem to glow a little more intently now, Karasu thinks, admiring the gentle glow of yellow and orange they cast upon your face.

a/n: for that one anon who wanted a bit more of the cigarette kiss mentioned in the headcanons :] a rather self-indulgent piece, i can't lie, also bc i felt bad for how short karasu’s chapter was compared to otoya’s

i think these interludes will just come and go; little tidbits of their life that aren't vastly a part of the plot but rather just bits and pieces of their domestic life. would you guys still like to be tagged in these? may have to update the taglist if so hmm

[ddejavvu]

jake with a shy!reader i feel like that man would be so down bad he’d be unrecognizable to his friends

Tailgating by the beach means sand in your hair (and everywhere else), a trash can full of beer bottles, and a whole lot of wipeouts. For most.

For you, it means Jake’s sweatshirt bunched up under your head like a pillow as your back rests against the metal grooves of his pickup’s bed. Your pinky is intertwined with the man’s own as you stargaze, avoiding the cloud of smoke billowing up from the bonfire.

“That one looks like an F-35.” He informs you, pointing at a constellation that is definitely not a fighter plane.

“I think that’s Draco.” You hum, “Not sure, though.”

Jake turns to you with a furrow in his brow, “That little shit from Harry Potter?”

“No!” You shriek, louder than you’re used to speaking. Jake has a way of making you forget your reservations, giving you the courage to speak up around him.

“It’s a constellation.” You quiet yourself, feeling Jake’s pinky tighten around yours. “I read that it was supposed to be in the sky tonight.”

“You read up on the stars?” Jake turns to you, propped on his side in the truck bed. It must be awful on his hips, but he does it anyways to gaze at your side profile.

You give him a front view, turning your head to stare back at him, “I didn’t do it on purpose, I just saw it on Instagram, I think. On someone’s story.”

He hums in acknowledgment, but neglects to return to stargazing. He’s yougazing now, his eyes tracing the curve from your chin to your cheek, then sloping down the bridge of your nose.

“Do you think-”

You’ll never know if you and Jake share thoughts on whatever matter is in his head, because a sudden thud against the mouth of the truck bed makes you startle, and Jake nearly breaks his neck sitting up to see who made the noise. You draw yourself upright but slower, more cautiously.

It’s one of his squadron members, you’ve seen the guy before in passing, but you don’t think he’s ever noticed you. He’s on the shorter side, and he’s quickly flanked by both Coyote and a taller, unknown counterpart.

“Hangman,” The short one snickers, “I was betting you were passed out somewhere with a bottle in your mouth, not schmoozing some poor woman in your truck.”

You’ve met Javy before, albeit briefly when you’d passed in the hallway of his and Jake’s shared apartment, and in the few terrifying seconds of confrontation your eyes stray over the man’s shoulder and meet Javy’s. He sends you a kind, sympathetic smile at the antics of his friend. You feel safe around him.

“What’s your name, honey?” The taller man leans over the side of the truck bed, a smirk on his face, “Last one was Brenda- no, Brianna.”

“Payback, that was months ago.” Javy snaps, and even though you know it’s true, Jake still looks guilty. He’d confessed in you that he wasn’t exactly a saint when it came to past relations, but all that mattered was the present for you; that you were the only one in it, and he’s stuck to that without a problem.

“I’m not schmoozing her, Fanboy.” Jake drawls, a vicious look in his eyes, “We were trying to have a private moment.”

Fanboy elbows Payback incredulously, shit-eating grins already on their faces, “Sex in a pickup! On the beach, in public. Jesus, man, there’s nothin’ you won’t do.”

“I won’t hesitate to break your nose if you don’t shut your mouth,” Jake seethes, and his free hand tenses into a fist even if he’s more bark than bite. Fanboy doesn't flinch, but Payback's smirk dims.

"Lay off, man." Coyote elbows Fanboy, "It's not like that."

"The only reason you've never met'er before is 'cause I knew you'd act like this," Jake scoffs, "Doesn't mean she's some cheap fling."

You desperately want to intervene, but you don't have the words to do it even if you tried. There's a thousand swirling in your brain, but there's a stopper in its drain to your mouth, a thick clog of panic.

"Well what is your name?" Payback repeats his question, more considerate this time. You're glad he seems to have dropped his bravado, even if you're not sure Fanboy has.

"Y/N," You manage to speak, glad that you know your own name well enough to utter it even when your brain doesn't cooperate. You don't say much else, though, and Javy fills in for your silence.

"She's Jake's girl," Javy smiles at you, happy to see his friend settling down, "She's not big on talking. Not to assholes like you, anyways."

"Well that's great," Fanboy's demeanor is much nicer when he's not goading his teammate, "'Cause Jake never shuts up. Sounds like a match made in heaven."

"I'm gonna send you to hell if you don't leave us alone," Jake glares pointedly at Fanboy in particular, but the expression is extended to Payback as well, "I wasn't kidding, we were having a conversation."

"That's our cue," Coyote informs the other two, who knew but weren't willing to give up their teasing leverage. He rings an arm each around their necks, bidding you a kind goodbye as he leads them away.

"Darlin'," Jake turns to you as soon as they're gone, like a guard dog that eases out of attack mode, "I'm so sorry. They don’t mean any harm, just- they seriously don't know when to quit, 'probably comes from bein' so aggressive in the air. I'm sorry they were so pushy."

"It's alright," You nod, "It's not your fault, Jake. I'm not angry, I just- I was a little embarrassed."

"I know," He hums sympathetically, leaning in to peck your lips, "I know baby. Listen, now they've met you, they'll probably back off. And if they don't, if you see 'em around somewhere and they try messin' with you, you let me know and I might accidentally fire on 'em in an exercise."

"I don't think you should murder your friends," You tamp down a smile at Jake's suggestion, because the last thing he needs is encouragement, "But I hope I don't see them when you're not around."

A hundred feet away, down on the smooth, wet sand of the shore, Coyote finally lets Payback and Fanboy go, shoving their heads down with the force of his grip around their necks.

"Ow, dude!" Fanboy gripes, but he deserves it the most, "If I'm gonna break my neck it's gonna be in the air, in some sick-ass stunt maneuver."

"Your sick ass needs to learn to shut up," Coyote scoffs, "He's serious about that girl, man! And I wouldn't be surprised if she was running for the hills now."

"C'mon, Coyote, we were just teasing," Payback pleads his case, but Coyote narrows his eyes.

"You can't tease her, not like that. Hell, the first time she ever came over I made a joke about wearing noise-cancelling headphones for them and she couldn't look me in the eye for weeks."

"The first time she came over," Payback's brow furrows, "He's been bringing her around your guys' place?"

"I told you he was serious," Coyote throws a glance back over to Jake's truck, where his hand is pointed in the air once more, "Know any other reason he'd be stargazing right now?"

Fanboy's face wrinkles in a confused grimace, "Stargazing? He's way too douchey for that."

"He's way too in love not to," Payback marvels, "Holy shit. That's- I can't process that, man, that's weird."

"Get used to it," Coyote takes a swig of his beer, "Y'know he's been lighting candles in our apartment for her? I mean, it's nice, 'cause it gets rid of his nasty laundry smell, but candles. Hangman, candles!"

Fanboy rears his head back, "What scent?"

"Lavender."

"Lavender?"

"I know!"

[ashblooddragons]

Just As Bad As You Are

Request made by @athzhowakar

Summary: When a worderful lay with your husband leads to you giving him good news, but what if he pieces together your dark secret, the only thing you would ever keep from your dear older brother.

Word count: 1377

Warnings: smut, p in v, slight choking, mentions of miscarriges, mentions of poisioning, toxic relationship, Targcest, tell me if I missed anything

I moan as Maegor fucks me from behind, there isn’t a night he doesn’t take me. For why should he go to his others when they can’t give him children and I’ve already given him three?

“Maegor.” I moan out as he grabs my hair making me arch my back.

“I’m gonna put another babe in that belly of yours, you’ve been empty of my seed for too long.” he groans out as he grinds his hips just right, that he makes me see stars. 

I can’t help but laugh, for ever since the Maesters said I was fit for childbearing again there hasn’t been a morning or night that his seed wasn’t working its way inside me. “Do you truly think with how often you take me that I am not with child yet?” I say before another moan leaves my throat when his palm lands on my rear. 

“Every time I think I fuck that brat out of you, then it rears its head begging to be taught a lesson.” He says before pulling out and flipping me so I lay on my back only to slam back into me with more force and vigor than before. 

“What, no snarky remark, no comment on how I love when you’re a brat? He teases as he takes my right leg and puts over his shoulder so we both feel him go deeper. 

I can’t even speak, I just grip the hair on the back of his neck as he ruts into me. I know if any maid, courtier, or gods forbid one of his other fucking wives, walked by they would only hear the sound of skin hitting his and obscene moans. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I beg as I feel my peak just along the horizon. 

“Go on, cum on my cock you little slut.” He demands as he reaches up to grip my throat choking me until he feels my cunt spasm around his cock as I milk him for all he’s worth.

“Fuck.” He groans out as his seed fills me before he lays against my chest.

We lay there as we both come down from our highs. Me rubbing his back tracing all his scars like constellations, and him kissing my neck and moving his hands up and down my thighs adn ribs. 

It’s these moments I feel the safest, not when I have two guards following me, or when I stand next to my darling golden Gaelithox. No, I feel the safest when I’m in the arms of the man I love, and who loves me.

“I wasn’t being a brat, the Maesters told me last night I’m with child again.” I whisper before playfully biting his ear.

His look is priceless when he leans back looking down at me as he uses his arms to hold himself up. “Do not jest.” He says with that tone that makes even men tremble, but not me.

I take his shocked state as a chance to take control and flip us so I’m on top. “I do not jest, my moon blood is two moons late.” I say as I pin his arms next to his head. We both know if he wanted to he could easily get out of my grip, but we also both know he doesn’t want to.

With those words I climb off his lap and take my robe and wrap it around me as I go to tell the guard that I am in need of a bath. As I wait I decide to brush my hair before my bath as it doesn’t need washed but it most definitely needs brushed after our escapades. 

I notice Maegor is lost in thought but assume it must be because of a council meeting, he pulls on his breaches as my Maids come in with hot water for my bath. I sigh in relief as I sink into the heat of the bath waving my Maids away. “Leave me.” 

I start to scrub my arms with pomegranate seeds not noticing Maegor taking a stool and sitting behind me. 

“You’ve never lost a babe.” His gruff voice fills my ears startling me as I turn to look up at him.

“No I haven’t?” I look at him confused, fighting the fear that fills my belly that he has figured it out. 

He only moves to take some pomegranate and my other arm starting to scrub the coarse seeds into my skin. I watch as his jaw tenses and releases and I know he knows when his eyes look into mine. 

“And yet all of my other wives have.” He says his eyes boring into mine but I will not show fear, I don’t regret what I did. “I thought Tyanna, though I suspect I was right with her. But there were many lost, too many she couldn’t have known about that left their mothers wombs too soon. My Council said you must have something to do with it, I didn’t want to believe them, but now I wonder if I should have.” He says gripping my arm to the point tears come to my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.

 “Do you want me to admit something? Perhaps make the accusation.” I hiss out as I grit my teeth. 

I watch as his nostrils flare in rage, I know he doesn’t want to accuse me, I’m his sweet little sister, but he also knows I won’t admit anything if he doesn’t accuse me first. 

“Did you force them to miscarry? Did you poison my other wives?” He demands with a scowl.

“Yes.” 

I watch as his face morphes into shock and rage. I know he must have been praying I would no, that I would deny these allegations until my last breath, but I won’t for I don’t regret what I did.

“Why?” He asks in a calm voice that I know is hiding a inferno of rage.

“Your my brother, we came from the same womb, and yet I had to share you with a barren Hightower, a whore from across the seas, and three more courtly whores. You didn’t even wed me properly, you took me at the same time as you did those two other bitches looking for any needy hound. I knew what I had to do, Mother didn’t teach me those dark ways for nothing, she knew just as I do now. That you are weak, you will take any lady or whore to your bed and call her wife, that all a man has to do is have his pretty daughter suck your cock and then he is a man to be jealous of. But I am not some Lady of court, nor am I a whore, I am a dragon and a dragon must find another of their kind or else their embers will cease to burn. So I poisoned your stupid little wives, and I made sure Tyanna didn’t touch my womb for I would be the only one to bear your children. I don’t regret it, I never would, but now you have decision to make.” I say breathless after I let all the darkness I had kept hidden from him for so long out of my heart and into the air so only us and the gods to hear and judge.

He only stares at me, tears brimming his eyes before he looks down, shaking his head. “And what decision is that?” He asks force breaking from sheer shock.

“Will you execute me, charge me for my crimes? Or will you keep this a secret that we take our graves letting no man judge me, only the gods.” I say reaching over the tub to take his hands in mine. 

I smile when I feel his hands squeeze mine and he looks back up at me and says. “Now what kind of older brother would I be to have my little sister hanged for something so trivial?” 

He then leans forward and kisses me fiercely picking me up as I wrap my legs around his waste. 

“I knew you would never betray me.” I say as he kisses down my stomach towards my core as he begins another round.

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☆ peter parker x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ tooth-rotting domestic fluff, established relationship au. 0.59k words.

the door clicks shut behind you, and the exhaustion crashes over you like a wave, pulling you under before you can so much as take another step. it’s like your body had been running on borrowed energy all day, just barely holding itself together, and now that you’re finally home, it decides to simply—stop.

your bag slips from your shoulder with a dull thud against the floor. you don’t even try to catch it. your limbs feel leaden, too heavy to move, too tired to care.

“bad day?”

you barely turn your head. peter’s standing in the doorway to the kitchen, hair still damp from a shower, dressed in the softest-looking sweatshirt known to man. he looks utterly at ease, like he’s been waiting for you, but the second he sees your face, his brows furrow in concern.

you open your mouth, trying to summon some semblance of an i’m fine or at least a meh, but nothing comes out. the weight of the day clings to you like a second skin, making it impossible to pretend. so you just nod, exhaustion pressing into your bones.

peter doesn’t hesitate.

he crosses the room in three long strides, closing the distance between you like the mere thought of you standing there, looking so drained, is unbearable. then, suddenly, you’re wrapped up in him—pulled flush against his chest, the scent of his shampoo filling your lungs, the warmth of him seeping into your skin like sunlight after a storm.

your fingers curl into the fabric of his sweatshirt, gripping onto him like he’s the only thing tethering you to the earth. peter lets out a soft breath, arms tightening around you, holding you steady in a way that makes it clear—whatever’s weighing on you, you don’t have to carry it alone.

“y’know,” he murmurs, voice slightly muffled against your hair, “i was gonna tell you about the absolute disaster of a sandwich i made earlier, but i think you need cuddles more than my tragic cooking stories right now.”

a weak chuckle escapes you before you can stop it. “i really do.”

peter hums like he’s considering something very serious, then shifts slightly, beginning to sway the two of you in the slowest, laziest rhythm possible, like you’re dancing to a song only he can hear. “well, lucky for you, i give A+ cuddles. it’s, like, one of my top three skills.”

you tilt your head slightly against his chest. “oh, yeah? what are the other two?”

“web-slinging and making bad jokes under extreme pressure.”

you huff a laugh, pressing your face into his shoulder. “sounds about right.”

peter squeezes you a little tighter, as if trying to make sure every last bit of tension melts away. his hand ghosts up and down your back, lazy and soothing, like he’s absentmindedly tracing invisible constellations into your spine.

“you don’t have to talk about it,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, more serious, “but if you want to, i’m here.”

you exhale slowly, feeling the weight of the day start to loosen its grip on you. it’s not even about words—it’s about this, him, the way he holds you like you’re the most important thing in the universe, like he’d stand here with you forever if you asked.

“just… stay for a bit?” you mumble, voice drowsy, already sinking into the comfort of him.

peter presses a soft, absentminded kiss to your temple, his arms never loosening. “for as long as you need. even longer, actually. you might have to be the one to kick me out.”

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[vortexbloom]

shy introvert reader x loud extrovert phainon🙏🏻🙏🏻

Alright 😁

Chasing Constellations (OneShot)

Pairing: Loud/Extrovert Phainon x Shy/Introvert Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Modern Au, lots of fluff <33

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Art by: @mayu_mey on X (Twitter)

The coffee shop was quiet in the early afternoon, just the way you liked it. You sat near the window, a book in one hand and a warm cup of tea in the other, letting the low hum of conversation fade into the background. Outside, the city bustled with life, cars passing, people chatting, laughter spilling from nearby shops. You preferred to observe it all from a safe distance, tucked away in your quiet little corner.

Unfortunately, that peace was about to be shattered.

"Hey, there you are!"

You barely had time to react before Phainon slid into the seat across from you, grinning like he had just won the lottery. His sliver hair was slightly tousled from the wind, and his blue eyes sparkled with their usual mischief. He had an energy that was impossible to ignore, loud, confident, always in motion, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

You swallowed, your fingers tightening around your cup. "H-Hi…"

Phainon leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he smirked. "You always hide out in the same spot. Makes it easy for me to find you."

You looked down at your book, heat creeping up your neck. "I’m not…hiding."

"Mm, sure," he teased, tapping his fingers against the table. "You know, for someone who avoids crowds, you sure picked a public café."

You fidgeted with your sleeve. "I like the atmosphere…"

Phainon laughed, the sound warm and carefree. "Fair enough." He picked up a menu and glanced at it for all of two seconds before tossing it back onto the table. "You already know what I want. I trust your judgment."

You blinked, surprised. "You want…me to order for you?"

"Yeah. You have good taste," he said easily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Besides, it gives me an excuse to see what you’d pick for me."

Your heartbeat stuttered. He was doing that thing again, saying things so casually that made you feel like you were the center of the universe, even if you weren’t sure he meant them that way.

After a pause, you hesitantly waved down a waiter and placed an order for him. Phainon watched you the whole time, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Once the waiter left, he leaned back in his chair. "You know, you’re cute when you get all flustered like that."

You nearly choked on your tea. "P-Phainon!"

He laughed again, completely unbothered. "What? It’s true."

You covered your face with your hands, mortified. Phainon was a social butterfly, effortlessly charming and always at ease. Meanwhile, you…you struggled just to get through small talk. The two of you couldn’t be more different.

And yet…he was here. Seeking you out. Again.

"Hey." His voice was softer now, less teasing. You peeked through your fingers to see him watching you, his usual smirk replaced by something gentler. "I like being around you. You don’t have to be loud or outgoing—I like you just the way you are."

Your hands slowly lowered, your heart beating a little too fast. "You do…?"

Phainon grinned. "Obviously." He reached across the table, tapping a finger lightly against your knuckles. It was barely a touch, but it sent a spark up your arm. "So, what do you say? Let’s make this our usual spot. Just you, me, and the best damn coffee in the city."

Your lips twitched into a shy smile. "O-Okay…"

Maybe, just maybe, stepping a little outside your comfort zone wasn’t so bad, at least, not when Phainon was there to chase the stars with you.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! I'm just curious how aventurine would react when he caught his partner or crush looking at him and when he asked why, their reply would be that they like his eyes?

Aventurine has noticed that you have been staring at him for a while and had it been anyone one else he wouldn’t question it much, assuming that they knew him and his face due to his ties with the IPC; however since it was you who was looking at him, Aventurine found himself wordlessly adjusting his clothes and the watch on his wrist as though his life depended on it.

He wondered what about him could be so fascinating for you to be staring at him as though he hung the moon, the stars and the constellations and their well known tales of triumph and tragedy.

To Aventurine there wasn’t much about him to admire in the same way you did now and he secretly wished you didn’t look at him the way you did because it made him think that -by some miracle- he had a chance with you.

He was a loser, a hopeless loser, a pathetic liar, a shallow man born without a heart to spare the smallest of sympathies to another person going through turmoil. He didn’t deserve the soft admiration of your eyes on him, nor the way your lips would form a smile directed his way, at least that’s what he thought.

So one day when he caught you looking at him again, he decided to act on his curiosity and ask in hopes that some questions he had lingering within his head would finally be answered.

Why did you look at him as though he gave life meaning? Like he was the only thing in the known universe and why did you always smile at him when he couldn’t even bring himself smile at his own reflection in the mornings?

‘Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at me recently,’ he begins, a cheshire grin spread across his lips as he closes in on you. ‘So I’ve come to ask what about me seems to have you captivated these days?’ Aventurine awaits for you to tell him that you weren’t actually looking at him but more or less what he was standing in front of or-

‘Your eyes.’ You responded almost immediately and without shame, cutting the blonde from his overthinking as he looked at you with wide eyes, the smile slipping from his face.

‘Come again.’ He says.

‘Your eyes,’ you repeated, ‘I really like your eyes, they’re so pretty and so unique to you.’ You finished, not once ever looking away from his eyes as they stared back at you with an array of conflicting emotions that clashed before your very eyes.

‘My…eyes…’ aventurine trailed off as though this was all new to him. ‘You like my eyes?’ He questions as he looked at you for answers.

You look at him with concern, not having seen this side of him before. ‘Yeah I thought I already said that…why is that a bad thing to admit?’ You asked him this time as you both sat in somewhat awkward silence.

‘No, it’s not.’ Aventurine chuckles after a while, genuinely smiling to himself. ‘It’s just that I’ve heard that being said so many times before but when you say it, I truly believe that you find my eyes beautiful.’

‘Of course your eyes are beautiful.’ You said as you placed a reassuring hand on his and squeezed reassuringly. ‘I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t find them to be remarkable, one of a kind and breathtaking simultaneously.’ You tell him all the while looking into his eyes, yes they were dull but that didn’t stop you from loosing your breath every time they looked directly at you. No words could express the feeling you get when looking into his eyes, and it saddens you greatly because you wanted nothing more then the tell Aventurine just how you felt about his eyes and about him in general.

Aventurine didn’t know what to say to all that, he really didn’t, his brain had gone blank, he was suddenly without a voice and his face was flustered to the high heavens from your words alone. How was it that you could be this sweet and be so casual about it too, maybe this was something he wouldn’t understand until far later in life, where he was older and far wiser then he is now.

So all he does is squeeze your hand back in kind and smiles softly as he says. ‘Thank you, I find your eyes pretty remarkable too.’