#i was like. hm do i overdo his lips

[avocadoraisin]

smug piece of shit to warm up

[shomixremix]

Post-sex cuddles ft. the Fontaine boys ♡︎

I just finished the Fontaine Archon quest and couldn't help but make something fluffy and smutty <3

tags: Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, afab! reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, implied smut, mentions of rough sex, fingering, pussyeating

-> the world turns quiet as you and your boyfriend take a couple of breaths after a particularly rough love-making session.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

-> lyney

"are you alright, dear?" your boyfriend asks, as his lips slide down your slick skin. your chest is having as you're trying to catch you breath. that, of course, is a little difficult, considering that two of the magician's slender fingers were still nestled snuggly deep in your cunt.

"mh! mhphh-!" you tried to moan at his torturously slow movements, yet his lips on yours didn't allow that. the kiss was soft and warm, just a quick peck to soothe you and shut you up.

"shhhh.. relax, my love. one more, hm?"

your fingers tightened in his silverish hair, the one you tried petting after the last round, foolishly thinking it was indeed the last. you should've known lyney would want more. especially with those talented hands of his...

your pussy tightened around his digits, desparate to get him to move faster. after how he railed you only mere moments ago, this change of pace was very unwelcome. if he wanted you to relax and unwind, he shouldn't be doing this!

"noo, lyney!" you whine, pulsing around his fingers. "you promised! no more!"

with a kiss on your forehead, your boyfriend finally pulled out his fingers.

"okay, okay, dear. are you surely alright? i didn't overdo it?"

"mmm..." you shake your head, eyelids closing by themselves. "no.. 'ts okay, Lyney... 'm not hurt.. felt good..."

he cuddles you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and lovingly soothing your back. he smiles, knowing all too well that soon he will hear adorable little snores.

-> neuvillette

you had gotten worried. he had not said a word, he didn't even look at you - face-down laid on your warm, sweat-covered bosom, Neuvilette rested quietly. truth be told, this was the roughest love-making you've had in a while, and you didn't mind all this comfortable silence. you needed a break too.

"love?" you call out to him, gently clearing his large back of his long hair, letting your fingers soothe him.

his response consisted of two parts: 1. the low, almost dragon-like growl emerging from his chest that you have grown to love, and 2. the way his large palms squeezed your waist, kneeding at the flesh.

you chuckle at his behavior, not even expecting what's coming next. you had assumed the two of you would make your way to the baths, perhaps share a meal and doze off to bed... yet, neuvillette had other plans.

suddenly, you felt the warmth of his tounge sliding on one of your tits, circling the nip. his mouth quickly opened, sucking the boob in his mouth.

"oh! neuvi! ohhhh.... oh!" you moan, rolling your eyes back as you relax into his touches. how was it possible that this dragon-man, who was just now splitting you in half on his dick, had your body melting under his touches yet again?

"you taste so good, little one" he pants as he deataches himself from you for a brief moment, only to move on to your other boob. for him, this wasn't just a way for the both of you to unwind after your particularly tense night - it was a delicious feast, one he was going to take advantage of.

"mmmphh.. thought we said we are gonna rest now, hm, Chief Justice?"

you saw him smirk for a second, even though his lips were still busy on your tits. one of your hands stayed on his back, caressing it lightly, while the other made its' way up to his hair, twirling it around your fingers.

what a perfect end to your already incredible night with your lover...

-> wriothesley

"fuck, baby... you taste so good..." he groaned into your wet cunt, his tounge drilling into your hole and greedily lapping up at the juices.

when your boyfriend mentioned a few moments ago that he had an idea how to get you to relax and, in his words, "properly take care of you" after he had just broken you on his cock, you certainly didn't think that it would be by coaxing yet another sweet realese out of you with his mouth.

"ah! mh! mpphhh!! aaahh- ah, Wrio!"

you cried out desparately, bucking your hips up to meet his tounge half way. there was nothing about his pussyeating that could be described as relaxing - in fact, he ate you out like a man starved. you knew damn well that his "relaxing" was just a cover so he could get his tounge in you, yet you let him anyway. it wasn't like he needed much convincing.

his tounge worked it's magic, thrusting twice inside your weeping hole then twisting once skillfuly around your pulsing clit.

"oh! so close, sososososo close! Wrio, please! please, I need- need this, need you! ahhh, Wrio! please!"

not a second later, Wriothesley flicked his tounge on your nub just in the right way, making you collapse instantly. as soon as you rode out your orgasm on his tounge and let him lap up the remains, his lips were on your belly, this time with the real intention to soothe.

"you did great, doll. took it like a real champ, y'know? now, anything hurts? just tell me of you need me to kiss or massage anywhere.."

you shake your head, opening your arms wide. nothing needed to be massaged or kissed, you simply needed to be in his arms. your boyfriend, a smart man, caught on quickly, bringing you into his hold.

despite your protests, wriothesley continued to kiss at your skin, gently soothing you to a calming slumber.

[iamnotdeadyet]

Hiii! I have been reading your works and theyre honestly really good! Keep it up!! ♥️♥️ id like to request a bf gojo and a chubby reader bc i havent been feeling that confident lately and there isnt much chubby reader content 😅😓

Please and thank youuu ♥️♥️🐄

Thank you for your supportttt♥︎♥︎ since you're my first request , here's a star.☆ if you cant see it, its because your beauty outshines it.♥︎

A full course meal

|| Bf!Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Reader

Gojo Satoru liked your body, loved and worshiped it even. That was merely a fact.

But he enjoyed it more when you liked it too. After all he didn't want you covering your plump hips by wearing baggy clothes and he sure as hell didn't like it when you avoided face sitting. It was his favourite part of the day! COming home after a mission and releasing some stress by making your fat cunt cum on his tongue while you took the breath away from him-literally and figuratively he likes both dw.

So when out of the blue you just start avoiding it, he starts to get concerned. Did he overdo it? But you said you liked it! Was he getting worse? With the way your pretty pussy was squirting on him and your thighs trembled around his head, he didn't think so. So why? And what better way to figure out than to ask you?

"Well...i..."

"Hm? You what? You're drop dead gorgeous? You're hotter than the sun? I already know that, so answer my question."

Your nerves ease a bit at his cliche pick-ups and a chuckle leaves your lips involutarly.

"I...I'm too heavy..." It comes out as a mumble but by god...when he even catches a hint of the word 'heavy' he wants to laugh out loud.

But he has sense and he knows it would make you feel worse rather than showing he didn't agree at all. So for once, he lets his actions do the work.

And by that i mean he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes-or rather a towel after shower, because that's what he made it look like.

"Heavy? You're not 'heavy'. The only thing heavy here is my love for you and that pretty plump ass of yours, babe."

And that's how he carried you around the whole day. Bridal style, princess style, piggyback, nelson, it didn't matter. He was determined to show you that you weighted NOTHING to him and that it was NOTHING to worry about.

And honestly...after that and how he kept you close to him while you cuddled and watched a cheesy rom-com...you dont think you could wish for more.

"Youre my full course meal of a girlfriend, babe~♥︎ It doesn't matter what other people say, mkay?" He says as he kisses your forehead goodnight. "And dont forget that!"

You're sure you look and sound like a lovesick fool when you tell him you love him but hey. At least you're both lovesick fools with a happy end.♥︎

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iamnotdeadyet owns this

[ddejavvu]

ok but my favorite criminal minds specific trope is when the team needs someone to be bait and the unsub’s type is reader, would you pls write hotch just trying so hard not to lose his professionalism when the team realizes reader has to play bait??

There's a knock on your door, and you hope it's Emily. She'd know how to untangle this dress.

"Who is it?"

"Hotch," Comes the reply from behind the door, "Can I come in?"

"Uh-" You stammer, lunging for your tank top and throwing it over your head, "...Yeah!"

Once he gets the O-K from you he turns the knob, peering into the dimly lit locker room that you've been using to change. The outfit you'd been provided is a strappy ensemble, but the strings are intertwined with each other like stray yarn, and you don't know how you're ever going to get into the garment.

"I can't figure this out," You lament, holding the dress sheepishly between two fingers, "I think this is made for wizards or something."

Hotch chuckles, reaching for the dress, "Can I try?"

"Be my guest," You nod, turning to a mirror on the inside of one of the lockers and reaching for a comb, "I'll do my hair in the meantime.

Hotch absentmindedly fumbles with the dress while keeping an eye on your work, "Pigtails?"

"Well," You grimace, tugging one of the ponytails tighter on your scalp so that it sticks up and bounces with any movement of your head, "You know what they say about pigtails."

Hotch's face takes on a similar expression of discontentment, "Right."

While you pin some of your stray hairs in place, Hotch makes a breakthrough. The dress comes untangled, hanging between his fingers like it should have on the hanger.

"Oh my god!" You marvel, "Are you a wizard?"

"I was trying to keep it a secret," He plays along, offering you the garment, "But I guess the cat's out of the bag."

"Thank you," You gush, taking the dress from his hands, "I can't- oh."

The dress warps in your fingers. It hangs limp in your hands; apparently you'd grabbed the wrong strings.

"Uh- like," Hotch reaches for it, pulling a few straps up from where they're sagging, "That."

"Oh. Right." You grab the ones he's holding instead, hyperaware of his fingers brushing your own, "Can- um, is Emily here?"

"No, she's out at the second scene," Hotch hums.

"JJ?"

"Talking to the parents of vic #3."

"Hotch," You hum cautiously, "Could, um- could you help me get this on?"

He's still for a moment, nodding slowly after he processes your words.

"Yeah," He takes the dress back from you, letting you fumble with the zipper, "Here, I'll- I'll close my eyes."

"Thanks," You breathe, watching him lower his hands until the dress is close enough to your waist for you to step into it, "So just-"

"Yeah." He nods, letting his eyes slip shut as you take a deep breath. You take your tank top off first, then your bike shorts, and brace your hands on Aaron's to get your leg high enough to step into the dress. He doesn't open his eyes, but you can tell he wasn't expecting the touch.

"Sorry," You hum, far too close to his face as you shimmy your hips into the fabric. You try finding the sleeves, mindful of the straps, and his breath hits your face when he speaks.

"You don't have to do this." He murmurs, his lips moving mere inches away from your own.

"Hm?"

"This," He jostles the dress slightly, as much as he can with it around your waist, ""If this is too much, you don't have to go undercover. It seems stressful to me."

"It is." You nod, even though he can't see it. The movement shakes your chest slightly too, and with the way Hotch is crouched, your boobs bounce just below his jaw.

You take the time that his eyes are closed to admire his face like you can't when he sees you. There's equal laugh lines and frown lines in his face, and you're glad he doesn't overdo the latter.

You slide the dress the rest of the way up your body, fitting your arms through the sleeves and securing them over your shoulders. Then you hum, 'okay', and his eyes flutter open.

They widen at the dress, a maroon garment that hugs your curves and billows out at the waist. You back away from where you'd been nearly standing on his toes, tentatively turning on your heel, "Could you zip me up?"

"Mhm," He nods once, reaching for the zipper. It puts his hands on your lower back and you barely contain a shiver, something that you'll think about long after tonight.

"There," Hotch hums, securing the clasp at the top of the zipper's track.

"You're sure you want to do this?" He asks, his breath now fanning over your mostly-bare shoulder. This time you do shiver, but you hope he doesn't notice.

"I have to," You nod, "I'll be okay, Hotch."

"Alright," He nods reluctantly, his voice soft and careful, "I'll be across the room the whole time if you need me. Just say the word and I'll be there."

You pride yourself on not collapsing at his words despite your weak knees. You nod, "Thanks." And finally turn to face him with a nervous smile.

"Ready?"

"Ready," You nod, and he steps aside to let you pass him. Despite having let you go first he reaches the door before you do, pulling it open for you and letting you lead the way out.

"Oh," Morgan crows from across the room, "Killer, baby!"

"The pigtails are a nice touch." Reid smiles kindly at you, "Did you know that-"

"Yes Reid," You put a hand up, not intent on hearing nauseating statistics, "I know."

He nods, blinking rapidly at being cut off. But he's quiet, and that's all that matters to you right now.

"Okay, Morgan, you're with me," Hotch commands, "We'll be stationed around the club just in case Y/L/N needs help. And Reid, you stay here with Rossi. JJ will be out soon. Let me know if Garcia has any updates."

"Will do," Reid nods, and Hotch gestures to the exit of the police precinct, letting Morgan fall into step beside you.

"Nervous?" He asks, elbowing you in the arm.

You take a deep breath, nodding, "Yeah, a bit. But it'll help, I'm sure."

"It will." Hotch assures you, heading for the team's SUV and pulling open the passenger door for you. He pointedly avoids looking at the hem of your dress when you climb into the seat as it rides up your thighs, and he even tucks the fabric into the car so that it doesn't get caught in the door.

"Good?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting for your confirmation. When he has it, he shuts the door, striding around the front to the other side.

"I think boss man's more affected than the unsub'll be," Morgan snickers, and you turn to glare at him while Hotch climbs into the front seat.

"Morgan," Hotch eyes him disapprovingly in the rear view mirror, "Whatever you're doing, stop."

"Told you," Morgan smirks at you, hissing at the slap you land to his forearm, "Ow! Hotch, control your work wife."

"You probably deserve it," Hotch drawls, pointedly ignoring the work wife comment, as do you. But everyone notices the slight rosy tinge to his cheeks, and as usual, Morgan doesn't know when to quit. You're happy for the excuse to check your phone, even if the text does make your face flush hot.

Derek: I know he helped you get that dress on, maybe he'll help you take it off tonight ;)

[loulovingho]

Prompt:

Buck thinks he and Tommy should send out a Christmas card together. Tommy agrees...Clipboard Buck appears 😆

This was fun!! Thank you ❤���

“Evan?”

“Hm?”

“Um, when I- when we agreed to send out a Christmas card together this year, I can't say I was expecting all of this.”

Their front porch was decorated top to bottom in Christmas décor. Garland and bows around the door and front windows, small trees with white lights lining the steps, fake snow sprayed onto the glass framing of the front door. There were some boxes that were wrapped perfectly too, clustered together just past the top step.

It looked absolutely beautiful.

It also looked absolutely insane.

Especially since it was September.

The idea of sending out Christmas cards came to Buck a month earlier, as he moved into Tommy's place. He was putting away some things and found Maddie, Chimney, and Jee's card from the year before. The thought of him and Tommy sending out a card of their own for everyone to see was too enticing to pass up. Plus, it was a perfect way to let distant relatives know that he was in a committed relationship with another man without having to do the whole awkward, and downright ridiculous, coming out routine.

Tommy had agreed pretty quickly. He had learned by now to always be prepared for whatever Buck threw at him next, and he found it pretty exciting to say yes to all his little ideas and suggestions that he himself would never have thought about otherwise.

What Tommy didn't account for is that a suggestion like this would not be taken lightly. Not with Buck involved.

“What do you mean?” Buck asked, eyes shooting up from the clipboard he'd been staring down at.

“I just... I thought we'd pick a selfie, from our phones,” his voice wavered when he saw the look of utter disgust come over Buck's face, “and choose a template from Walgreens...”

Buck stood there, mouth hanging open. Like he couldn't believe such a crazy idea even came out of Tommy's mouth.

“Thomas.”

Tommy sighed. The full name was never a good sign.

“Christmas cards are quite possibly the most important piece of stationary you can send out into the world.”

“So, when we send out our wedding invitations they'll be, what, number two?”

“A Christmas card tells the people within your world,” Buck continued, ignoring Tommy's question, “that the person or people you are with in that card is who matters the most to you.”

Tommy crossed his arms over his chest, nodding. “Right, but Evan, Babe,” he smiled, moving closer, hoping to cut the tension he had created, “I'm pretty sure most people toss their Christmas cards like, as soon as they get them, or the day after Christmas.”

Buck shook his head. He lifted some papers from his clipboard and pulled out a sheet that he handed to Tommy. “Not this one. Ours is going to be made from botanical paper,” he said, pointing down at one of the options on the paper. “They'll plant it somewhere around their house or in a pot or something and from our love, plants will grow!” He smiled brightly as he finished his explanation, eyes wide and filled with excitement.

Tommy couldn't help himself. Buck was so cute when he got this way. There wasn't a piece of Tommy that ever wanted to dull Evan's happiness from even the smallest things in life. He leaned forward and gave Buck a gentle peck on the lips. “That's adorable,” he said, handing the paper back to Buck, “and very sweet.”

“I, uh, I think so too.” A blush rose on Buck's cheeks. Even after all these months together, he still got butterflies in his stomach when Tommy kissed him or was on board with one of his plans.

The thing was, Buck knew that he could be a lot to deal with sometimes. He knew people got frustrated when he had a clipboard in his hands. He knew he could get obsessive and overdo it. And, while Tommy may sometimes suggest simpler options (which were obviously wrong and insane), he never made fun of Buck or belittled him. Buck never had to worry about being too much with Tommy, and that was such a freeing feeling.

“Now!” Buck rocked up on his tippy toes, getting back to his list. “We've got our first photographer coming in half an hour. Our next one comes at one. Then we've got to wait until four for the last one, so you'll have to change out of your outfit or put on a robe or something so you don't spill.”

“We... We've got three photographers coming?”

Buck nodded, double checking his list. “Yes. Uh, three today, two tomorrow.”

“So five then? Five photographers coming?”

“Correct.”

“Evan, honey,” Tommy placed his hands on Buck's biceps, pulling his attention from the clipboard yet again. “Why exactly do we have five photographers coming?”

“To make sure we get the best photos?” Buck replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right... Right, okay. Alright, well, you just tell me what to do and when to do it and I will be there.”

Buck leaned in this time, a hand placed at the nape of Tommy's neck, and kissed him. “First,” he said once he pulled away, “I've gotta go get the house ready for the dog. He'll be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay,” Tommy agreed. Buck was already back in the house when his words sunk in. “Wait! Dog?!” Tommy called out, “Evan, we don't have a dog!”

“We do today!”

[goddess-venuz]

SIMP CHAPTER 21

FEVER BURST ACROSS YURI'S CHEEKS...

His slender fingers curled into his palms; his biceps flexing, his head lulled back against the headboard; his chest rising and falling at a steady pace- a low moan escapes his lips,

"(Y/n)~"

The muffled sound of vibrations silently rung through the bedroom; Yuri twisted as he attempted to keep his moans to a bare medium only exhaling sharply once the vibrating cock ring was removed from his swollen tip.

"Yuri~... How many times do I have to tell you, to stay quiet? Hm?"

"I-It's hard when you keep- doing that!-" Biting on his lower lip, a low moan vibrating through his teeth as you wrapped the cock ring around his swollen crown; fully adjusting it- you held the remote in your grasp mercilessly eyeing Yuri's twitching cock.

The male's muscles tightened as the waves of vibrations coursed through his crown; precum leaking through the slit of his cock, his handcuffed hands resting above his head as he was forced to sit up against the headboard, "(Y/n)- Please..."

"Hm? Please what? Increase the power?"

Clicking the button earns a hitched moan to rip past Yuri's lips; his hips bucking unconsciously at the increasing vibrations. "I- hah- fuck!-"

"You know, it wasn't nice overdoing it the first time we had sex..."

'You made me delayed on my mission... I wasn't able to even scope out my target because of you'

Apple's apple bobbing; swallowing thickly, Yuri tilted his head back eyeing the ceiling above his head. "G-God!... (Y/n)-... Please-... I'm sorry-... Fuck... I'm about to cum-"

"Nope."

Turning off the cock ring, his shoulders collapsed as you had once again robbed him of his release; his chest heaving heavily- "Why?" releasing a whimper, Yuri felt your fingers grasping his chin.

Tilting his chin down to gaze into your irises; a smirk inched across your lips, your touch cooling to his heated face. "You can't cum until I'm satisfied. And I want you to beg for me to allow you to cum. Understood?"

Pressing his lips together, you grabbed the chain connected to his handcuffs; yanking him forward, Yuri's lips parted- he felt his heart picking up speed as your heated gaze bore into his hues.

"Answer me."

"Y...Yes."

Flashing a smirk, you released the cuffs; patting his cheek then clicked the button once more resulting in the cock ring activating once more.

"Now we could start the fun. If you want to cum, shouldn't your wife have the chance to cum with you?"

"Y-Yes."

Stammering out; Yuri averted his gaze to his handcuffs, a hint of need flashing across his irises- "Can I get out of these now?" He questioned; you hummed in slight ponder before responding. "Not until I feel like you have been a good husband and deserve for it to be taken off. So how are you going to do that?-"

Being cut off by Yuri pushing himself off the headboard to place both palms against your shoulder blades; he shoved you on your back taking you by surprise, cheeks flushed a dark red- Yuri's crimson irises bore down at your nude figure;

"I'll eat you out until you are left shaken."

Trying to adjust himself to lean forward; placing his cuffed hands underneath his figure, Yuri parted his lips as he curled his tongue against your folds- feeling the excitement twist within your stomach upon feeling your cunt being greeted by Yuri's tongue.

Combing your fingers through his strains; your back arching ever so slightly, your other hand that held the remote firmly rested above your head.

Without the use of his hands, it only resulted in Yuri burying his lips further into your soaked core; curling his tongue between your walls- he knew he had to make up for the loss of his fingers.

Dragging his tongue across your slick slit to your awaiting clit, Yuri's half-lidded gaze stayed fixated on your facial expression; eyelids fluttering shut feeling his lips engulf your clit.

A hushed gasp rolled off your tongue at the sensation of your swollen bud being tended to hungrily; "God... Yuri...." moaning out his name in a hushed tone; your thumb pressed against the button once more increasing-

A low moan vibrates against your clit; Yuri's fingers curling against the bedsheets- his hips rolling at the unbearable vibrations, his swollen tip rubbing needily against the mattress.

Lips parting from your clit; a strain of salvia connecting, Yuri rested his cheek against your thigh- his shoulders shuddering as his eyelids fluttered shut; the amount of relief beginning to build up.

"A-Ah-... Ah-... Fuck-"

Hissing against your flesh; Yuri's shoulders tensed up, his cock twitching- his body falling limb upon feeling the sudden seize of the vibrations against his cock.

Eyelids gradually opened; Yuri hissed through his teeth feeling your fingers curling roughly through his strains, pulling his head back slightly- The man forced to sit up as you brought yourself up with him.

"I'm sure at this point, It's just making us both suffer... So, what is it that you want, Yuri?... Hm?"

Giving a sharp tug to his strains; Yuri's back arched at the hint of pleasure shooting across his limbs- the amount of need for release flooded his gaze;

There was no room for pride, he knew he needed his longing for release; the overwhelming edging was enough to make him fall on his knees to beg...

"(Y/n)... Darling... Let me cum..."

Lust blinding Yuri's brain; he leaned closer to your smaller frame, his redden lips brushing against yours- "I can't hold back any longer... I want you to use me... Let me fill you up with my cum- I want to be a good husband and please you to my full extent..."

Moving a hand to grasp his chin; you parted his lower lip with the tip of your finger, "That's all I needed to hear..." Capturing your lips in a hungry kiss; you climbed onto Yuri's lap-

Pressing the button once more on the cock ring; resting it on its highest setting- placing it to the side, straddling your hips against Yuri's twitching cock, your pelvis rolling in sync to his light bucking;

Lips parting ever so slightly upon feeling your hand grabbing his hardened cock; his crown lining at your cunt- resulting in a shudder hitched to roll past Yuri's lips. "(Y/n)- hurry... I feel like I'm about to explode..." Muttering against your lips; a low moan escapes his lungs once his cock is finally welcomed with the warmth of your slit.

Feeling your walls stretching to his length once more; a closed-lipped moan came from you. "Yuri-... Let's cum together... Isn't that good as a reward? You cumming inside of me?"

Bouncing your hips at a steady pace; vibrating quivering your walls from the cock ring- Yuri's

Crimson hues gleamed with excited lust he jolts at your request, disbelieving but interested in the prospect. "Are you sure?" His wrists shifted through the cuffs.

Nodding you forced your eyes to open, gazing up at him with a heaved pant escaping your swollen lips "Mhm~... For being a good husband you deserve it!-"

That vein on his cock pulses wildly, He buries his head into your neck with a groan, vibrating against the curve. "(Y/n)" he croaks, muffled and huskily, unexpectedly the sound of metal snapping brought you from your lust trance-

Eyes widened upon feeling Yuri wrapping his arms around your plush waist; your body being pulled closer to his, your hardened nipples rubbing against your firm chest.

He had broken the handcuffs-

'Does that means...'

"I couldn't have easily broken these a long time ago but damnit I was so turned on..."

Lips peppering heated kisses against the nape of your neck to underneath your chin, a sharp thrust given to your pelvis resulting in your hips to bounce more at a rapid pace against Yuri's.

"Y-Yuri!-"

A hand clapped over your lips; Yuri flopped you on your back, burying his face between your breasts; his hips needily snapping upwards with no remorse- cheeks flushed with fever, salvia collecting at the corners of his lips from the amount of pleasure.

"S-Shush-... Remember? Gotta... Fuck... Fuck..." Whimpering against your flesh; the increased vibrations of the cock ring with the warmth and tightened around his hardened cock,

Resting His chin between your breasts; the male removed his palm from your lips to grasp your hip- raising your ass slightly above the mattress, you were unable to form words at the unspeakable pleasure that coursed through you.

An orgasm electrifies underneath your skin and tightens in your lower stomach, lips parted- your eyes wide as your chest heaved; a strain of hitch gasping escapes your swollen lips, goosebumps littered your heated flesh like a plague that followed with pure ecstasy.

"Damn.." he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched. Thrusts only increase as Yuri blindly chased his longing orgasm, his hips snapping as seemingly endless spurts glazed your walls;

Pressing his lips against your flushed breasts to contain his low moans; Yuri's shoulders tensed before his body fall heavily limp against yours resulting in your body finally collapsing against the silky sheets underneath your bodies.

Feeling his cock twitch in your warm folds until Ever so slowly Yuri pulled out, the man gazed down at his cum coated cock as the mixed fluids leaked from your swollen cunt.

Cum glazed cock twitching at the never-ending vibrations from the toy; Yuri rubbed his face against your breasts- "Darling-... The remote, please..."

A light breathless chuckle escapes your lips; resulting in Yuri lifting his face slightly to gaze up at you, combing your fingers through his strains until you pulled his head back by the ends of his locks- Yuri felt his heart fluttering at the glazed lustful gaze you greeted him with.

"Who said we were done, Slut?"

[blueb3rryjongseob]

Skz Maknae!Line

reacting to you receiving an award.

read hyung!line here!

synopsis: you're a really popular soloist. Think PSY, BTS and BLACKPINK. yeahh. You've been invited to the 2022 MAMA Awards Show. (Idk how the MAMA works so just pretend) and you're dating skz. (obv. not all the members but ykwim)

‼️warnings‼️:

a/n: i wrote hyung!line back in May so I forgot everything so if you see any repeptitive reactions that seem similar to hyung!line just ignore it!! Hyung!line was alot better than this ngl😭😭

HAN:

Genuinely seemed happier than you when you're name got called.

"And the 2024 MAMA Artist Of The Year goes to..Y/n!"

Literally flew off his chair. Chan had to tell him to quiet down cause he was the loudest out of all the crowds and auidence's applauses. You stopped wondering why you two have dating rumours long ago.

Didn't even reach home yet and he praised you. After the Awards Show when you both met back up in the car, he kissed you on the cheek (not on the lips just incase anyone was spying on you). "I knew you could do it, gorgeous.."

FELIX:

Takes dating rumours very seriously, so he didn't overdo it when you're name got called. His eyes literally sparkled and he clapped vigorously, pearly whites on display.

"Damn..with the way you're looking at her..no wonder STAY had their suspicions about you.."

When you got home, he congratulated and praised you soo much. "Strawberry, I knew you could do it.."

You both sat on the couch, rewatching the MAMA live recording. Teased him for how he smiled when he heard your name for Artist Of The Year. You were so thankful the screen had changed to him.

"Lixie..we spoke about this, hm? What would STAY think of you smiling like an idiot just because I won?"

SEUNGMIN:

Didn't react at all. Even the rest of Stray Kids were shocked. "Seungmin-ah, I know you both agreed on keeping the relationship a secret..but seriously? You're not even gonna clap for her..?" Chan whispered to him. All eight of them had gotten familiar with you, and they know you'd be heartbroken if you were rewatching the MAMA live recording only to see Seungmin with a stupid poker face.

This was, until, you had said the show stopping part of your speech, where not even Seungmin could keep his face straight.

"And lastly, aside from my VOICES (your fandom name), there has been someone else who stayed up with me for countless nights, fighting sleep just to be with me in my studio, re-recording songs and practicing choreographies with me. "

Your eyes flickered up to the crowd, immediately finding Seungmin's, before you looked back down at the audience.

"My dear, dear, boyfriend..Seungmin of Stray Kids, none of this would be possible if it weren't for you." And you ended your speech with half a heart against your cheek and the small korean heart in your other hand. (Like yall know how the idols do it right😭😭😭)

Ofcourse, there was dead silence. Before the audience practicaly roared. Cheers upon cheers upon cheers. You couldn't even hear yourself think.

Seungmin was flabbergasted. The night prior, you had asked him what he thought about making the relationship public. He wasn't against the idea, but he didn't think you'd actually do it.

I.N.(JEONGIN)

Literally so happy. He couldn't contain his excitement. Had an excuse for being so elated. Aside from dating, you guys were friends since trainee days.

"Ofcourse, thanks to my lovely....friend! I.N. of Stray Kids, my biggest help. Never stopped supported me, ever since trainee days. You and the boys deserve this more than me, ba- Jeongin-ah!"

Teased you soooo much after. You almost exposed their relationship twice. Had such a huge blush on his face, though. The screen changed to him at the same time, he had almost got caught smiling like an idiot.

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this was so bad GOODBYE😭😭 Hyung!Line was sooo good so pls go read that one. My fav for this tho, definitely Seungmin's. As I told yall, i'm Seungmin biased so i did a lil more for his. Now i feel like I need to do a Seungmin drabble/ scenario or smth with how idol life is now that you guys are public. If yall want smth more for any others, send askk. Also, don't judge how used 'strawberry' as a pet name😭 I think it's superrr cute and i tell yall to call me Berry so it works.

Thankyou so so so so so so sooooo much if you read and reached this far! As I say, please interact with this post to ensure that you'd get many, many, many, many, many more amazing posts like this!!

-Berry.

[mimisempai]

The end of loneliness 5/7

Chapter Summary

Aziraphale is a bundle of nerves waiting for Anthony to arrive home for dinner. But fortunately his friend Muriel comes to the rescue.

Notes

After the heaviness of the last chapter, a light, tender chapter.

On Ao3

Rating G - 1919 words

Masterpost here

Aziraphale ran his hand over the immaculate tablecloth, smoothing out a nonexistent crease. The table was beautifully set, the candles cast a warm glow, a tantalizing scent wafted through the air, and yet Aziraphale was a mess.

He was about to receive Anthony for dinner and began to wonder what had possessed him to spontaneously invite his lover into his home when he'd never done so in his life.

The thought alone sent his mind into a whirlwind of anxiety. 

What if Anthony didn't like the food? 

What if Anthony thought Azirapahle was overdoing it?

What if Anthony was bored? 

He sighed and paced his apartment, each step echoing in the silence. A silence that convinced him to put on some music. After all, music soothes the soul, as they say.

Aziraphale rummaged through his record collection, the only thing he'd taken with him when he left the family home and after a few moments, he put a record on the player, the warm tones of smooth jazz filling the room. 

After a few seconds, however, he realized that it wouldn't change anything. He was still as nervous as ever.

He picked up his phone and hesitated for a few seconds before dialing Muriel's number.

He didn't have to wait more than ten seconds before he heard his friend's voice.

"Aziraphale? Why are you calling me? Aren't you supposed to be having dinner with Anthony?"

"He's about to arrive, and that's the problem."

"Hm?"

Aziraphale repeated the same questions running through his head, "What if he doesn't like the food? What if he thinks I'm overdoing it? What if he's bored? It's not the same as eating out. There's no escape."

A light laugh answered him, and a little annoyed he continued, "Muriel, it's not funny, I'm serious."

"Sorry, sorry. But you're worrying so much about nothing, Zira. On a concrete level, I've tasted your cooking, so I'm absolutely sure he'll like what you make. And no, you're not overdoing it, and if you are, at worst it shows how much you care for him, and in the end, I saw his face this afternoon and the way he talked about you. There's no danger of him getting bored with you. It's clear to me that he has it as bad as you do."

Aziraphale felt a gentle warmth come over him in response to Muriel's last words. He knew his own feelings and how they were evolving, but he didn't want to fool himself about Anthony's either; he couldn't pretend to read his lover's heart. So it was reassuring to hear an outsider who knew him and didn't know Anthony confirm what he hoped was true. 

Muriel continued, "As always, be yourself. I'm sure it will be a great evening. Don't worry, Aziraphale. Everything will be fine."

They chatted for a few more seconds, then Aziraphale hung up after thanking his friend.

With Muriel's assurance echoing in his mind, he felt a new wave of confidence wash over him. He went into the kitchen to check on the cooking of the main course, and after lowering the heat under the pan, he quickly went into the bathroom to check his outfit and hairstyle. 

His new-found self-confidence wavered slightly, however, when the front doorbell rang, causing his heart to miss a beat. He glanced to make sure everything was in place, glanced at himself in the mirror as he walked out into the hallway, and went to open the door.

Anthony stood in the doorway, a wry smile on his lips. He was incredibly handsome, his golden eyes shining with a mischievous gleam. 

"If you were trying to lure me in with your cooking, you succeeded, because the smell wafting through the air makes my mouth water."

Aziraphale laughed nervously before reaching for Anthony's coat, who caught him in his arms as he turned and pressed a light kiss to his lips. Aziraphale couldn't help but smile, his nervousness melting away as Anthony added against his lips, "It's not just the smell of food that makes my mouth water, by the way."

His lover winked playfully and Aziraphale laughed lightly as he led him into the living room.

A few hours later, as Aziraphale picked at the last crumbs of dessert, he thought he shouldn't have been nervous, because the evening had gone like a dream. Hardly different from their first dinner in the restaurant, if only because he felt that their bond had been strengthened by what had happened earlier in the afternoon. Aziraphale had initially thought that the baring of his heart and the way Anthony had comforted him would cause some awkwardness between him and his lover, but on the contrary it had made their interaction even easier.

"What are you thinking about?"

Anthony's deep voice jolted Aziraphale from his thoughts and he replied softly, "I must confess that I was rather nervous before your arrival for various reasons."

Anthony moved his hand forward across the table and placed it on Aziraphale's, caressing it reassuringly.

"You had absolutely nothing to be nervous about. I'm having an excellent evening, and it's not because of the decor, which is lovely, by the way, or the delicious food, or the sweet music, but because of you. I have to tell you, even if the food hadn't been good, I would have loved this evening. Because it was with you".

Aziraphale, embarrassed, chuckled slightly, really not used to receiving compliments yet, and blushed at the intensity of Anthony's gaze.

"I'm glad you're having a good evening, and in case you're interested, I'm having an excellent one." 

Aziraphale rose to clear the table and shook his head when Anthony offered to help. 

"You can go to the sofa if you like, I'll be right back. Would you like some coffee, tea?"

"No, thank you, nothing for me."

"A little after dinner drink then?"

Anthony replied with a playful twinkle in his eye, "Oh no, I'd better keep my cool, you're intoxicating enough as it is."

A blushing Aziraphale hurried to take the dishes into the kitchen to hide his embarrassment, although Anthony had time to watch his flushed cheeks with amusement. 

When Aziraphale returned to the living room, he saw that Anthony had gone to his record player and had just changed the music, the notes of a slow, sensual melody now filling the room.

When Anthony heard him return, he walked over to Aziraphale, held out his hand and asked quietly, "Will you grant me this dance?"

Aziraphale hesitated.

"I've never danced before."

"Never?"

Aziraphale shook his head.

"That's all right, darling," Anthony took Aziraphale's hand and added, "For this kind of dance, all you need is the right partner. And you're lucky..."

He opened his arms.

"I'm here. Come, let's dance."

His apprehension now turning to mild excitement, Aziraphale slipped into Anthony's arms. His arms wrapped around his lover's waist as Anthony's arms tightened around him.

They began to move slowly together, and as they swayed gently to the music, the outside world gradually faded away. Aziraphale snuggled a little closer to Anthony, pressing his cheek against his warm chest, causing Anthony, who had his chin on his head, to hum with appreciation.

Anthony murmured, his lips in Aziraphale's hair, "See, you're a natural," he pressed a light kiss on Aziraphale's head, who replied in an amused voice, "It's not too difficult, I just let myself be led."

"That's why it's perfect."

They continued to sway, enveloped by the music that created a cocoon around them, where only their two hearts existed, beating in perfect harmony at that moment. 

As the music faded, Anthony pushed Aziraphale back slightly to grab his chin, and their eyes met in a gaze that said more than words ever could. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's, a gentle exploration that sent a shiver of electricity through both of them, their lips and bodies instantly regaining the familiarity and ease of their first kisses.

Lost in the lingering kiss, they found themselves on the sofa, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling, the outside world forgotten. The kiss intensified, the passion between them growing stronger, but as they seemed to surrender to the moment, Anthony felt a sudden tension radiating from his lover. 

Lying on top of Aziraphale at that moment, he propped himself up on his elbows and said in a soft voice, "Hey, we don't have to go any further if you're not ready."

Aziraphale swallowed, then said, blushing slightly, "I need more time. I know it's a bit silly, since we've already gone further, since we've already had our first night together, but..."

"But the situation was different. What we have now is different."

Anthony ran his thumb over Aziraphale's cheek, "We got things a bit mixed up, but just because we've already spent the night - a delicious night, I confess - just because we've already spent the night together doesn't mean we have to jump right in. We've got plenty of time. It's not a race. The most important thing is that we talk - together. I can only move forward if I know we're on the same wavelength. If you know that when you say stop, I'll stop and vice versa."

Aziraphale's embarrassment gave way to relief and gratitude. "Thank you... I really appreciate it."

Then, his shy smile became more playful as he continued, "But I wouldn't mind continuing where we left off."

"That's good to know, because..."

Anthony leaned in again and continued against Aziraphale's lips, "...I want to keep going, too. " 

He closed the distance between their lips and captured his lover's for another kiss. This time it unfolded naturally, drawing them closer as they explored the tender space between them.

When things began to heat up again, Anthony slowed down, pulled back, allowing Aziraphale to breathe, the rhythm of their connection softening to a gentle one. They kissed deeply, lovingly, each moment a wordless conversation, a promise of what was to come.

Minutes stretched into what seemed like hours, and soon the outside world faded into a still night. As their bodies settled into the sofa, lulled by the soothing sounds of their soft kisses and the dim light that surrounded them, fatigue crept up on them until they finally succumbed to sleep, curled up together on the sofa, Aziraphale covering them with a plaid in a last gasp of consciousness. 

As the morning light filtered through the windows a few hours later, Anthony awoke to find Aziraphale still snuggled against him, their limbs entwined in a cocoon of warmth and trust. He gently brushed Aziraphale's hair back, suddenly overcome by a surge of affection as he saw the peaceful expression on his lover's sleeping face.

Aziraphale moved slightly and his eyes opened to meet Anthony's. 

"Good morning."

His voice was slightly hoarse and a slight smile played on his lips.

"Good morning."

Anthony placed a soft kiss on Aziraphale's forehead before asking, "Did you sleep well?"

Aziraphale admitted honestly, "Even if it wasn't the most comfortable or the longest night I've had, I slept better than I have in a long time".

Anthony nodded, sharing the same feeling. 

They stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other's presence, wanting to make the moment last before reality took over again and their duties called them back. There was no rush, no expectations - just a shared understanding that they were building something beautiful, one step at a time.

This was only the beginning.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[comfort-person]

Father like son

Trigger warnings: nothing but fluff

“Babe!”

Harrys voice rang throughout the house “y/n! I can’t find Elijah’s right shoe- have you seen it anywhere?” He asked as you made your way into Elijah’s room carrying a vase full of flowers that Harry had bought you, you had filled them back up with water as you didn’t want them dying. You placed the vase onto Elijah’s bedroom windowsill. Elijah was your and Harry’s 6 year old little boy. He was the sweetest boy on earth who was most definitely a mummy’s boy. “It’s gone missing again?” You asked with a small smile and Harry nodded “yeah, no wonder though, his shoes are tiny” he said with a soft chuckle and you smiled gently “a second pair of eyes can easily solve the issue” you said grinning as you leaned down, “careful” Harry said his eyes filled with concern as he rested his hands on your hips- you were pregnant with your and Harry’s second child and he was 100 times more protective of you than he was before. “I’m okay” you shot a reassuring look at him as you stood up straighter handing him the missing shoe which had sneakily fallen under Elijah’s bed “what would I do without you hm?” He asked and you beamed up at him “probably spend a ton of money on new shoes for him” you teased playfully before pressing a kiss to his lips, Elijah running into the room beaming at Harry “dada, coat” he said bouncing up and down holding his coat in his hands and soon enough Elijah’s eyes settled on you his eyes lighting up as he dropped his coat sprinting towards you “mummy!” He yelled excitedly and you bent down carefully, smiling as you encircled your arms around him “morning sweetie” you gently brushed his hair back with your hand gazing down at him lovingly “did you sleep well?” You asked and he nodded smiling “I slept all the way through!” He yelled out throwing his arms up in the air happily “didn’t wet your bed either, tell mummy about that” Harry said helping Elijah put his coat on as the little boy beamed nodding his head “you did? Oh you’re such a big boy” you said smiling happily “I’m so proud of you honey” you said happily as you kissed all over his face making him squeal, little giggles falling from his mouth “uh huh! I was a big boy” he confirmed, beaming and you looked up at Harry smiling lovingly. Oh how you loved him.

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You held Elijah’s right hand and Harry held his left hand as you as a family of three… or four if you count the baby in your belly, decided to go for a walk. Your midwife had suggested to take walks to try and get baby moving, you didn’t overdo it but you did it when you felt up to it. “Fly! Fly!” Elijah suddenly exclaimed and you instinctively tightened your grip on your sons hand before you looked at Harry nodding and the both of you lifted Elijah up off of the floor watching as he swung back and forth and as his feet landed on the ground once again he jumped and you and Harry lifted him up, his happy squeals making your heart melt… this was the family you’ve always wanted. You had the perfect family. As you continued walking, you felt little cramps but paid no mind to it, your little girl was expected to be born in a few days time so you knew she would be moving and kicking more frequently so you didn’t worry too much about it. “You okay?” Harry asked quietly and you nodded smiling at him “im fine, just cramps” you assured and he nodded but you did notice how he kept a frequent eye on you but you didn’t mind knowing he was only taking care of you

“Can we go park?” Elijah asked looking up at you then to Harry “after we get some shopping little man, but only if mummy’s feeling okay still. Alright?” And after a few moments of thinking Elijah nodded, letting go of your and Harry’s hand as he ran off down the path but knew to not go too far. Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist “is little girl giving you trouble?” He asked looking at you lovingly and you let out a soft laugh looking at him briefly as you smiled but kept your focus on Elijah making sure he was still safe and close “a little bit… but not much. She’s just showing she’s getting too big for my belly….” You said smiling and he gazed down at you lovingly before he leaned down pressing a kiss to your forehead “you’re such an amazing mum.” He said gently and you smiled. Gods how did you land him? He was the best person ever.

“Can you hold Eli? I don’t want him getting lost in this supermarket” you said and Harry nodded “of course” he said. “Elijah, bear hug” Harry said opening his arms and he giggled running into his fathers arms giving him a massive hug, harry standing up straighter as he carried Elijah into the shop, you following close behind pushing a trolley.

“Daddy put me down… daddy,” he whined Harry looked down at him “okay but hold my hand.” He said placing his son down onto the ground, as Elijah immediately held onto his hand, Harry having to lean down ever so slightly to make sure he wouldn’t drag his son about or make his arm ache. As he got to the sweet section he let go of Elijah’s hand “okay you can pick three sweeties of your choice for doing so well in pre- school” Harry said and Eli immediately rushed at picking his sweets “Harry” you said grabbing his attention “I’m not joking around here but… I seriously think shes coming today” you said and Harry stared at you, shocked “wait really?” He asked and you nodded “uh huh… I’m not kidding.” You said letting out a shaky breath as you rubbed your belly repeatedly, “not right now but today for sure…” you said and Harry nodded “right, okay let’s go home, Elijah come on we-“ but he fell silent realising Elijah was no where to be seen, you held onto Harry’s hand tightly as he helped you walk, the weight on your body felt worse than ever. She was kicking about somersaulting- all sorts. She was going crazy or getting comfortable… you couldn’t quite decide which one.

“Don’t freak out H… he’s fine I’m sure. He’ll come back. He knows better” you assured and Harry nodded looking all over for your little boy. You continued breathing in deeply as you rubbed your belly. “Mummy!! Mama!!” The familiar shout of your boy was heard and you turned around seeing Elijah running down the aisle, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and your heart instantly melted your eyes softening and as he stopped in front of you he held the flowers up to you “for you mummy…” he said his eyes filled with nothing but love and kindness, you looked at Harry as you smiled. Father like son… both charmers. “Oh sweetheart. Thank you so much.” You said taking the flowers into your hands, you breathed in the scent of the flowers and smiled “they’re Lilly’s mama” he said and you looked at the flower name and indeed he was right “you’re so right darling…” you said smiling as Harry stayed silent knowing if he said anything he’d probably cry- he was so thankful you and him had raised such a respectful kind son….

And later on that evening, at midnight exact you gave birth to your little girl…

Lily Anne styles.

[littlehypnone]

something ive been struggling a lot with is regressing as a disabled person im wondering if you were able to write a fic with some comfort revolving around that? like little rain or really anyone regressing and being upset about their bodies not being like the other regressors who can run around and play as much as they want while they have to really pace themself to not overdo it and get hurt. maybe a little bit of crying and them accidentally getting hurt but a whole lot of comfort?

it's not that good, not as much comfort as I wanted to write but I'm afraid I can't do better now. I hope it's still okay <3

1145 words, little rain (she/her), chronic illness flare up, pain and crying, then comfort, guest appearance from little phantom and cg swiss, cg mountain, cg aether, cg dewdrop

Rain wasn’t feeling the best the last few days. His POTS was flaring up—he’s been having at least two episodes a day—as well as his pain. His whole body was hurting, joints dislocating over and over again.

It was in times like these that Rain remembered he was actually disabled, that it wasn’t just a funny quirk.

He wasn’t taking it the best, never was. Rain was regressed most of the time of the flare up, which only made her more sensitive and emotional about the whole ordeal.

She woke up—day five—in Mountain’s arms. The night before he made her his pain relieving tea, helped her drink it before bed and then curled around her as they fell asleep. Rain started to squirm slightly, limbs a bit numb, and soon enough Mountain woke up too. “Mhm… g’mornin’, Petal. How’r you feelin’?”

“Still liddol, Mounty,” she whined, burrowing her face in the earth ghoul’s chest. “Still hurts.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby,” Mountain cooed, running his hands through Rain’s hair. She wiggled some more, snuggling up to the giant as he wrapped his arms all around her tight. They laid like that some more, neither of them eager to get up, until Rain mumbled something into Mountain’s skin. “Hm, what was that, Petal?”

“Need pee,” she repeated, blushing lightly. Mountain chuckled, letting go of her.

“Do you need help? Want me to walk you to the bathroom?”

“Uhm… dunno yet,” Rain threw her legs over the edge of the bed, head spinning just a little, and holding on to the frame she tried to stand. She did manage to do that, but the two or three steps she took were extremely wobbly. Mountain was by her side in a second, arm loosely curled around her waist.

“Hate dis,” she muttered, lips pouty and eyes glassy.

“I know, baby. I know.”

The earth ghoul left Rain alone in the bathroom, waiting for the door to open again. Once it did, they went back to bed. Rain let Mountain dress her and not long after, he scooped her up in his arms and they left the giant’s room to hunt for some breakfast.

They came across Dewdrop, Cirrus and Sunshine in the common room, everyone cooing over Rain, kissing her forehead in hello. Rain always liked attention, but not the patronizing and pitiful kind. When regressed, though, and in as fragile a state as she was in currently, she appreciated all of it.

“Do you want scrambled eggs, cereal or oatmeal, Angelfish?” Dewdrop asked. “Or maybe something else?”

“Uhm… I fink eggs, p’ease.”

“Got it,” the fire ghoul ruffled Rain’s hair and disappeared into the kitchen to make eggs for her. In the meantime Aurora, Cumulus and Aether came down, everyone greeting Rain with a kiss again, Aether’s laced with quintessence. It gave her enough of an energy boost to move from the couch to the table and eat her eggs and toast on her own.

Swiss walked into the commons next, Phantom hanging off of his back like a silly, sleepy backpack. He dropped them onto Cumulus’ lap, and her immediate pampering made them wake up and start purring.

Rain spent the next half an hour in Aether’s arms, with her legs in Dewdrop’s. The quintessence ghoul was relieving her pain as much as he could, the fire ghoul’s warmth helping with her lower limbs. She wasn’t feeling well, but it currently wasn’t as bad as it could be, both mentally and physically.

Worsening came with Phantom’s seemingly endless energy. After devouring their cereal for breakfast they shot up and crouched by Rain, head tilted to the side and a big smile on their face. “Rainyyyy, wanna p– play outside, d’ya wan’ go wiv m– me? We can run to de lake or– or in de garden!”

“Kid, Rainy ca–” Aether started, but got cut off by Rain’s loud whine as she curled up and hid in his neck. He felt wetness on his skin and the little shakes of Rain’s body, as well as her scent souring, told him she was crying. “Oh, Tadpole.”

“Oh… w– what’d I do?” Phantom mumbled, tears filling their own eyes. “Why Rainy so sad?”

“Hey, Batling, it’s not your fault,” Dewdrop assured, scooting closer to Aether and Rain to add some comfort. “She’s just not feeling well.”

“You can still play, though, I’ll go with you, okay?” Swiss walked in, nodding to Dewdrop at the silent plea in his eyes.

“Okay…” Phantom agreed, even if still a bit upset. They grabbed Swiss’ hand and let themself be led out of the room. Rest of the ghouls hid in the kitchen.

“Hey, Angelfish,” the fire ghoul whispered to Rain when Phantom’s giggles got quiet in the distance. “Can you look at me? Please?”

Reluctantly, Rain shifted so she’d be able to look at Dew with one eye. He reached out and with a kind, sympathetic smile wiped a few tears from her flushed cheek. “I know, baby, you’d like to go play with them. I’m so sorry you can’t.”

“I don’ like dis,” Rain sobbed, “don’ like when I can’t do fings.”

“We know, Tadpole,” Aether sighed. There wasn’t anything better to say, really. “Do you want us to take you back to bed? Maybe some cuddles will make you feel at least a bit better?”

Rain nodded, and Dewdrop pulled away to stand. Aether adjusted his grip on her and got up too, taking on the direction of the fire ghoul’s room right away. He knew Rain liked it the best there, it was always warm and smelled nice. Dewdrop didn’t follow immediately, and Rain thought she heard him talking to Mountain before running after her and Aether.

Soon enough she was put down in that cozy bed and she straightened and stretched, whining at the strain her curled up position already caused.

“Alright, where do you want us, Angelfish?” Dewdrop asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand gentle on Rain’s knee. 

“Uhm… can I… can I lay on your chest?”

“Of course, baby,” he smiled. “Lemme get in position.”

And Dewdrop did, crawling to the top of the bed and laying down against the mountain of pillows by the headboard. Once he was done, he patted his chest in invitation. Rain took it and wiggled up to take her spot. “What about Aeth, Rainy?”

“Hm, Aef, you can… behind me an’ help my back?”

“I absolutely can,” the quintessence ghoul assured and laid behind her just as she asked, a big hand landing on the small of her back. He pulled a blanket over the three of them and started to slowly pump some quintessence into Rain.

“Da’s nice,” she mumbled and little purr wanted to break its way free. “Fank you.”

“No problem at all, Tadpole.”

“We love you so much, Angelfish.”

“Love you too.”

[disenchantingwrites]

Rainbow Nails • G.W

Gerard's trying to mind his own business, but suddenly you attack him with several bottles of nail polish and demand that you paint his nails.

Gerard Way x GN!Reader

A/N: i've been addicted to painting my nails lately, and decided to project my own wishes with this ficlet. <3

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(626 words)

With North America's tour leg having ended a short while ago, Gerard was more than happy to take some time to relax before they had to return to the stage. Most of it was spent with you, whenever you were available, or he used the time to write more lyrics or draw, or plan the fourth instalment for Umbrella Academy.

Today, however, was different. You had a day off work, yet Gerard had not seen you since that morning, as you'd claimed you had things to do in the room you'd claimed as an 'emergency office' for yourself. It was only there due to you being forced to stay home when the pandemic was rampant, but now you rarely touched it. However, today, Gerard hadn't seen you leave it once.

So he remained in the living room, taking a rare look at the tags and mentions that came up on their social media. The joy from the fans only solidified the grin that settled upon his face and cemented the zealous feeling which had resided within him over the past few months.

"Gee!" They barely managed to react to your call before you bounded over and spilled the contents of your arms over the coffee table. Confounded, Gerard tucked his phone away and sat straighter, taking in the sight before him.

"Why do you have tons of nail polish?" He inquired, unable to contain the laugh that ticked his throat.

"I want to paint your nails, obviously," you replied with a roll of your eyes.

They eyed your own hands as you scrounged up the bottles which had fallen to the floor. "Don't tell me I haven't seen you all day because you were doing your nails."

You frowned, then glanced at where their eyes were fixed, and let out a soft laugh. "No, don't worry. I actually was doing some work I needed to finish, but then I got bored and dug these out from... pretty much everywhere. I didn't realise we were such nail polish hoarders."

"I'm not surprised by it," Gerard hummed, taking a survey of the colours you displayed in front of him.

"Now," you began, "I can keep it simple, if you want, or you can have a little fun with it and let me add some funky designs." You held out your hands, displaying the small pumpkin and ghost you'd added to your pinkies. "The only rule is that you have to chose more than one colour, otherwise it's boring."

"I have to?" Gerard faked a frown. You nodded, now frowning yourself, befuddled by their reaction. "Well, I guess you won't mind if I choose a colour for every finger then."

You grinned and slightly narrowed your eyes at your husband for concerning you. "Okay, you can pick ten, but do you want glitter top coat, holographic, or just a plain?"

"Let's just do plain for now, just so we don't overdo it." You nodded, accepting his choice.

"You know," you spoke up, resting your arms on the table, followed by your head on your arms as you peered up at Gerard.

"Hm?" Gerard hummed, glancing over to you as he began to select the colours they wanted.

"I really love you when you do this like this with me," you finished, your lips curling into a tender grin as Gerard's attention returned to you.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a sap?" Gerard teased, toying with one of the nail polish bottles.

"You, funnily enough," you replied, unable to bite back your amused smile, "all the time."

Gerard let out a soft chuckle. "Hm, probably because I love you for that."

"Gee," you cooed. "Okay, no, stop, before I start crying. I need to do your nails."

[melissamasakari]

Confessions you didn`t notice

Chapter twelve. Tough fight.

“Well, buddy, are you ready to warm up?”

“Always ready! Oh, our girls have arrived.”

“How are you feeling, soldiers? Don’t overdo it there, I don’t want to be on duty at headquarters for another week all by myself.”

“That rich. You should firstly remain intact.”

“Aren’t you afraid of rumpling a skirt, baby?”

“Only yours, sunny.”

Accompanied by the roar of the crowd, our guys entered the arena. They cheerfully roughed up each other a bit and brought the first round to a draw. I would have thought that they have a match-fixing if I hadn’t known better. But really, they are about equal in strength, so no surprises here. The next two rounds passed quickly, intensely and spectacularly. It ended in a victory for the redhead. My bet worked out well.

“You caught me cleverly, boss.”

“A couple of times I was already sure of losing.”

“Well, it’s our turn. Get ready.” Sam said.

“Ha, let's see who wins.”

“Just don’t cry a river later, baby.”

“You told that you will not give in to me!”

Sam and I climbed onto the mats. Well, losing to her won't be such a shame.

“Why are you hesitating? Just attack, don’t be shy,” she teased.

“You know, it will be kind of awkward sweeping the arena with you.”

“We’ll see about that,” Sam said and rushed to attack.

We exchanged blows and parted. I was distracted and received a heavy kick in the knee. I almost fell, but managed to resist. Lucky me. I caught the moment and twisted Sam's hand, pushing her slightly. Victory.

“That was impressive.”

“I tried to. Shall I help you up?” I extended my hand.

“I'll do.” She smacked me with her palm and quickly stood up.

“Shall we rest?”

“Nah, I'm ready.”

And now I was very glad that I had such a small stature. Sam immediately jumped up and tried to kick me in the head while turning around. I just bent down slightly and moved away. While she was regaining her balance, I hit her in the side with my knee. Then I jumped up and threw her onto the mats.

“Well, how do you like it?”

“And you were well prepared! Congratulations. Arlo is yours, little fella.”

“I hope so, just let me catch my breath.”

Somehow, completely unnoticed, the time came for the final round. Confident Arlo stood opposite me in a relaxed stance. Such a handsome guy, I'd like to do a sculpture of him once.

I’ll ask journalists for photos from the event later.

I barely managed to bring the first match to a draw. Perhaps it would be much easier if I was not constantly distracted. During the break, I noticed Nora jumping around with a poster. I, of course, understood that the whole city already knows that she is in love with Arlo. But why demonstrate it so bluntly? Seriously, a banner with hearts? She should just also write: “notice me, brother.” It's annoying. Next round went by so quickly that I didn’t even have time to understand how I managed to win it. Rising up, the redhead grinned slyly.

“I see someone has been practicing a lot!”

Now I’ll wipe that smile off your impudent face.

After missing a couple of blows, I quickly ducked under his arm and knocked him down with a neat sweep. Take that. He seemed angry. In two movements, he grabbed me like a toy and laid me on my back on the mats. Hm. I wouldn't mind doing it again but in more privacy. And without prying eyes. Unless, of course, Gale is wrong and we're not siblings.

“So what, a decisive match?” I asked, wiping the blood from my broken lip with my sleeve.

“Don't you need a doctor first?”

“Maybe a shrink. I'm fine. Let's continue.”

It was a tense battle. Pretty beaten and almost exhausted, I finally knocked him down. Just in case, I leaned over and pressed my elbow on top of his chest. The crowd buzzed. Just in time, otherwise a little more and I would have kissed him. I was eager to.

“How do you like my skills, teacher?”

“Awesome! Congratulations! Now maybe you can let me out?”

“And what will I get for this hard work?”

“A Cup. And let's go celebrate your victory. Right after Xu takes a look at your injuries. You’re still bleeding,” he stroked my cheek with his palm, carefully examining the damage. It felt so good, and was definitely worth all the minor pains. I could barely restrain myself from leaning into his touch.

“Hey, lovebirds, are you going to continue to grope each other in front of everyone? The city is waiting for its champion!” Sam said, approaching us. I embarrassingly crawled away and stood up. Arlo didn't seem to react to the remark. Is he satisfied with everything?

Having settled the formalities and listened to tons of congratulations, we headed to the Round Table and threw a fun party for four. Django stared strangely at our cheerful company all evening long, but said nothing. I was very grateful for his silence, actually. Even Sonya was somehow quieter that usual, what a nice girl! So it was a wonderful holiday.

[plasmasimagination]

Hiii, congrats on your 300+ followers. I saw some of your match up posts and I'm so curious (and exciting, too) about it. So I would like to ask for a HSR and Genshin match up. But if you don't do multiple, then you can do just a HSR match up.~

I'm an INFJ with Scorpio sun. I would say I'm an old soul with a carefree, sometime childlike, personality. Let me make it clear.~ I enjoy philosophical topics and deep conservation. And history and historical things always get my attention. I'm always attracted to vintage or academic things and activities like museum, classical literature and music, languages studying... Even my fashion style get affected by my academic aesthetic obsession. But I know how to make a good joke and enjoy my time, too. When I'm surrounded by my familiars, I can get childish and clingy. That's how I show my trust, by putting down my hyper-independent mask and letting myself get vulnerable around them. Towards strangers, I can be seen as aloof and quiet. And it needs many many and maaaaany effort for me to warm up to anybody.

I'm quite competitive, at least in academic field. Maybe it's the post-gifted-kid syndrome, lol. When I set my eyes on something, I will neglect everything to achieve my goal. So you can assume that my health is not always in good shape (the truth is I get sick often, haiz). But that doesn't mean I don't know when I should stop. Instead, I'm proud to say I know how to keep myself in check when my competitive tendency could do bad things to other people. Normally, I'm type of people to just go with the flow. Some of my friends may say I'm a softie if the problem doesn't bother me too much to make me feel annoyed. And when I'm annoyed, that's a different story. Safe to say I can make a grown-up man cry with my words. You don't have to always use violence to solve things.

I think I have talents in learning languages. I can speak 3 languages and currently I'm learning another one. Yet, my major is business administration. You know, economy major is always a safe choice.

I'm quite short. But I think 155cm is an average height for an Asian so never mind. I have long black hair (oh I loooove long hairs in general, including my hair too, safe to say I love playing with my friends' hairs dguahuihhwh), dark brow eyes and soft feature with plump lips (my favorite features~) and a beauty mark on my right chin, right under my mouth (yes my favorite features again hehe). But my friends prefer my round full cheeks or my doe eyes (hm, and I think my eyes are rather sad, not doe-eyes much).

I adore cute and girly (?) things. Like flowers, small animals, moon, rain, autumn, soft color like pink or lilac... My fashion style mixes with feminine, classic and academia style. In conclusion, you can imagine some long black skirts, long dresses with flowers patterns and laces, white blouses, trench coats, a pair of marry janes...

My hobbies includes reading, journaling and just sleeping. My love languages are physical touch, quality time and acts of service. I prefer calm, collected, mature and gentle people and genders don't matter with me (if it helps).

I apologize in advance if I overdo it. But I believe the more details, the easier for you to finish my request! Have a great day or night and remember to take care of yourself.~

HI THERE SWEEETIEEE ヾ(≧∇≦)ゞ

EEK,so these guys were somewhat most fitting for you, but if you do decide you want to know which girls would go well with you don't be shy to send in another request (˵ •̀ ᴗ - �� )

Anyways- HM HM HM , very good I like the details, but it wasn't hard to match you up either way ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

So, your matchup is ....

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DAN HENG

Two intellectuals = power couple.

I like to imagine that he would find enjoyment in talking with you

I know I know, partners should love to talk w each other and stuff, but he especially enjoys talking with **you**

I can imagine it took you guys a whole while to get to trust each other, but when you do you guys are inseparable

He will also make sure to look after you so you don't overwork yourself

And work on getting your immune system better, by forcing you to eat properly and to get enough sleep.

Partner that can make you cry x boyfriend that's there to protect partner if they encounter trouble >>>

Also a thing I like to imagine y'all would do is lay in each other embrace reading, and then later you can tell him about the book you read and he will listen intently like AHH adorable!

And...

AL HAITHAM

It's Dan Heng in a different font! /J (what can I say darling you attract smart guys)

No but I think that you would also be able to vibe w alhaitham

And babe ...I wouldn't like to cross the two of you

Like you guys probably have an intense power couple energy where you will and can bully someone by merely looking at them, I'm teriffied.

I'd imagine you and alhaitham would have a lot of discussions, not arguments, just discussions about certain topics

Generally I like to think you guys would get along very good since you have a lot of things in common

He's quite less fond of physical contact than dan Heng, and prefers to show his love through acts of service and quality time

He would buy you books he thinks you're interested in

And always make time in his oh so busy schedule to spend time with you, so don't worry you get just enough attention from him

[gh0styyt0astyy]

idk how i wanna tag this . i dont want people to find me T_T ok writing under the cut

🪖🐟🔫

Lights-out had been a long while ago — 21:30 P.M. while ago; Rudy glanced over at the clock on his desk, reading the ‘02:00 A.M.’ on it. He sighed.

Multiple of the other soldiers had long since gone to bed - not Rudy, though. Not Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, who was currently up to his ears in paperwork. There was an inspection tomorrow (later today?), and Rudy was determined to have all the paperwork for it done and in tip top shape—only the best for his Colonel. Only the best for his lover.

Rudy’s eyes were glued to the paper on his desk - unaware of the sudden intruder before hands fell onto his shoulders. Rudy reacted fast, and went to punch; before Alejandro’s hands caught his own and held one, kissing it. “Easy, amor. Is only me.” Alejandro teased lightly.

“Colonel,” Rudy greeted back, looking down at the papers again and going right back to writing. “You startled me.” He added, feeling his stomach flutter as Alejandro chuckled. “Sí, that’s what happens when you’re not paying attention.” Alejandro shook Rudy gently.

“And what have I told you about overdoing yourself, hm Parra?” Alejandro leaned in close, breath tickling Rudy’s ear. Rudy shook it off. “I’m almost done, Ale. Just a few more minutes, a few more forms.” He mumbled.

Alejandro didn’t like that answer, apparently - but didn’t say anything. Alejandro only leaned down to Rudy’s neck, pressing his warm lips against it and softly kissing Rudy on his neck, under his jaw - wherever he could reach up there. Rudy had, unknowingly, foolishly tilted his head to expose more of his neck.

“You know, we’re on duty. This isn’t appropriate for work, sir.” Rudy mumbled a tease, but didn’t really do much to fight Alejandro off. Alejandro only hummed in response as he continued to spoil Rudy’s neck with affection.

Rudy suddenly tensed as he felt Alejandro’s lips stray lower downwards, and he had to choke back a titter. Alejandro’s lips came close to Rudy’s collarbone, kisses mixing with nibbles now. Rudy’s shoulders hiked up for a moment.

“You work yourself too hard, amor,” Alejandro whispered against Rudy’s skin. Rudy just squirmed slightly with a hum.

Rudy suddenly gasped as he felt Alejandro’s nails scritch lightly at his side, his hand immediately moving to grab Alejandro’s wrist. “Alejandro-!” He said with a surprised laugh.

Alejandro grinned, and before Rudy could even react - Alejandro was nuzzling against his collarbone; leaving small kisses and little bites, and the occasional raspberry. “ahAHAH! H-HeheEHEY!” Rudy yelped, free hand pushing at Alejandro’s face.

Alejandro wasn’t moving, however. He had Rudy properly pinned to his chair — Alejandro’s fingers kneaded into Rudy’s side as he playfully growled against Rudy’s collarbone. Rudy’s head fell backwards with loud giggles and gasps; it was such an odd little spot to be so ticklish in, and Rudy knew that Alejandro loved to use that to his advantage.

“A-Ahaahlejahahndro- plehehEASE!” Rudy squeaked, swatting at Alejandro’s hands at his sides. Alejandro wasn’t deterred in the slightest.

“You need to take better care of yourself, hermano.” Alejandro said - his tone wasn’t truly scolding or chiding, but there was an underlying sense of concern. He didn’t like the fact that Rudy had been staying up for hours, on multiple days, to get these things done. “You can come to get help on these. I’d never think any different of you, corazón.”

Rudy’s laughter slowly became quieter, more breathy giggles as Alejandro slowed his dancing fingers. Alejandro left little, soft kisses along Rudy’s neck - no longer trying to tickle him. “I know.” Rudy said, turning to write again before fingers dug into his sides in a threat which made him laugh in surprise.

“I’m serious, Rodolfo.” Alejandro said. “I don’t like that you’re staying up this late, consistently.” Rudy just sighed, and put his pen down. “Okay, okay. I hear you, amor.” He turned to face Alejandro.

Alejandro smiled, and pulled back from Rudy. “Buen chico.” He teased, pressing another kiss to the crown of Rudy’s head. “Off to your quarters, Sergeant Major. You’ve got drills in the morning.” Rudy groaned, good-naturedly, and stood up. “Sí, Colonel.”

Rudy finally went to bed that night - and even though he did REALLY regret staying up that late and having to get up at 06:00 AM immediately… he felt a lot better knowing he could fall back on Alejandro.

[the-diabolist]

For kinktober: Rire, Library, Drill 😊😊

Kinktober 2022, day 25

c.w: gn reader, aphrodisiacs (mind warping), cockwarming, choking, edging, tentacles (duh). 700w

"Please, please, please," you chant, breathless, struggling valiantly against his hold in a vain attempt to move your hips and get some friction.

"Ooh, keep begging, it's making me throb," he purrs, followed by a nip at your earlobe. It sends a jolt of electricity down your spine and between your legs.

He's doing something to you - making you crave him so intensely you can hardly think about anything else. You're feverish with it, overheated and panting, starving for more of his touch than he's currently deigning to give you.

You've been trapped in his lap for almost an hour, writhing and full and more painfully eager by the minute. He, on the other hand, is downright gleeful - happy, as ever, to watch you squirm.

"More," you gasp, rocking in his arms as a warm, smooth tentacle slides up your chest and coils around your neck. It squeezes, cutting off your air.

"Patience, angel," he sighs, sharp teeth scraping across your skin; you shudder, but the whine that builds in your chest gets tangled up in his grip on your throat, trapped there with your drumming pulse. "I haven't had enough of your desperation quite yet."

You don't have the breath to plead with him; in fact, your vision is starting to spot as a spasm takes hold of your lungs. You struggle against him in earnest while your oxygen deficit builds, nearly panicking - and then he relaxes his grip. You gasp harshly, gulping in some air which you almost immediately release again in a loud, warbling cry of pleasure.

You almost came just now. It was so close, its recession has left you bereft. The throbbing between your legs matches the pounding in your head. You'd give anything for more of his attention.

He licks a long stripe up the side of your neck, and you sob; he laughs aloud in response, like the absolute monster he is.

"Mmm, you sound so broken," he purrs jovially. Then, as if reading your mind: "So what would you do for it, hmm? Practically anything? I could make you do some deliciously sinful and degrading things, I bet... or maybe you'd like to jump straight to selling that pretty little soul of yours?"

You can feel his grin against your spine. You think you're becoming delirious.

"... you'll keep it forever if I give it to you?" you murmur, slowly - pitifully - piecing the sentence together through a haze of burned-out neurons. "You have to promise to keep it, keep me..." you mutter.

His smile falters; the arms wrapped around your middle pull you tighter to his chest.

"Hm... did I overdo it, love? Is your mind melting? Or are you just that desperate?" he chuckles, planting a kiss at the base of your neck. "I didn't mean to make it so overpowering... I tend to forget how delicate your little human brains can be. Are you all out of fight already?"

He sounds disappointed, which is devastating, but you're too foggy to do anything about it except turn your head, seeking a kiss - he acquiesces, capturing your mouth, only lightly biting down on your lower lip.

As the kiss deepens, the tentacles gripping various parts of your body flex and tighten, taking your weight; he lifts you off of him, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness, but you don't remain in that state for long. He spins you around to face him before sheathing himself again, sliding back in easily.

You moan weakly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, grinding your pelvis into his. He lets you - aids you, even, with his hands on your hips and a couple tentacles winding around your thighs - so you press on, winding up until you're bouncing in his lap.

Unsurprisingly, you climax quickly, shaking apart noisily in his arms before slumping against his chest. He chuckles and drops a kiss on the top of your head.

"Let's get you to bed, angel," he says, running his hands up and down your back. "I'm not done with you, but that's fine - you can sleep while I finish up."

[channwie]

𓍯 MIRAGES OF YOU ( A MINI SERIES ) ⋆ FEAT. BYAKUYA KUCHIKI & AIZEN SOSUKE ─ ⋆

001 — the beginning after the beginning.

“Aizen Sosuke has been sentenced to nearly twenty thousand years in Muken."

hello.

hello…?

“Lady Kuchiki!”

“Sorry, what?” Your head snaps sideways to where Hitsugaya, Captain of the Tenth Division is standing in front of your desk. “Apologies, I must be–”

They don’t know who you are.

“–tired, or something…” You trail off, how strange, that voice– it’s so close yet so far. Hitsugaya frowns a little, placing a sealed set of papers on your desk. “You should go home.” He says, straightforward. It’s not like your job is all that demanding either — you could miss a few days if needed.

“Nanao doesn’t need any more stress than is,” you skim through the papers Hitsugaya has brought – orders from the Onmitsukido, deliveries for Lieutenants Yachiru and Matsumoto, along with whatever nonsense Captain Kurotsuchi wrote to request clearance for. “Won’t take long for me to sign these anyway.”

“Don’t overdo it.” He scolds, and a chuckle escapes your lips instinctively, this kid…

Toshiro, you’re just like your grandmother.

“Relax—” you stretch your arms, then push your chair back, to pull out a stamp from one of your drawers. “Lady Kuchiki—” he interjects fiercely.

“Toshiro.”

He hangs his head for a moment, watching as you stamp the first paper, Lieutenant Matsumoto’s ridiculously long list of snack items, plus a few lip glosses. “You haven’t fully recovered from Karakura, don’t be an idiot.”

You sign your signature at the bottom a little harsher than you need to, “I feel fine, thank you.” Hitsugaya grunts, unimpressed.

You’re his friend. He hates how stubborn you are.

“Reiatsu depletion isn't just a cold—”

You ignore him, folding the paper neatly, sliding it in an envelope, stamping the Kuchiki seal on the front flap. “Want some natto?” You smile, sliding the envelope across the desk for him to take.

Hitsugaya huffs, taking the envelope in his hands, studying the seal for a moment.

“Let Matsumoto know she can come pick her package up in five working days.”

“Hm.” He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it, a thought coming back to him. “You said you had… natto?” He grumbles beneath his breath, turning his head away.

You laugh, nodding firmly. “Do you want some, Captain Hitsugaya?” He sucks his teeth in response and you shake your head in amusement, reaching down to rummage through another of your drawers, miniature square package of natto soon in hand.

“Thankyou.” He breathes, embarrassed. You move on to the next paper, reading line after line.

“About the Tenth Division’s comfort packages—” he starts, but you're too focused on the paper right in front of you, your mouth hanging agape.

Hitsugaya calls your name, and you barely turn your attention back to him, complete bewilderment in your eyes at what you've just read. “What is it?”

“This is Captain Hirako’s phone bill!” You shove the paper in front of Hitsugaya who pales, that amount of human money…

Who the hell is he even calling so damn much?

“Urahara Kisuke.”

“You spent nine thousand yen this month calling Urahara Kisuke?”

“That's what I said..?”

“With my department's money?”

Hirako stills, tilting his head to the side to figure if this is some kind of trick question. Women always do that sort of thing. “Uh, yes…?”

A vinyl goes flying his way, smacking him on the cheek.

You lean against the bookshelf in Shinji’s captain quarters, arms crossed over your chest. “Don't run up the phone bill again—” you warn him, pointing an index finger at the blonde who’s rubbing his cheek — still reeling from the aftermath of your scolding.

“I won't.” He grumbles, lies. “Shinji—”

“I won't!”

You sigh, waving a hand in disbelief, getting ready to bid your farewell before the sun sets. You still have paperwork to drop off at the Twelfth Division’s barracks, then go back to the Kuchiki Manor and finish signing off the Stealth Corps’ orders.

God Killer.

You pause as you're about to slide the door open to leave, “Hey, mind giving me Urahara's number?” Shinji turns around, white haori lopsided on his shoulders, mid removal. “Why? So you can beat him up too?”

You glare.

“Tsk!” Shinji trudges over to where his record player sits, rummages through his desk for pen and paper, scribbles the number down and folds it to the size of a thumb. “Thank you.” You mumble, sliding the paper into the inside pocket of your shihakusho.

“Mhm, better gimme’ a discount for the ne—”

Shinji never finishes his words, as the moment you turn to walk off, you're half unconscious, heading straight for the floor.

Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu.

You're falling. Eyes shut tight, bracing for impact.

You've been falling for a while now. It feels like it's been an eternity.

You wish you'd collide with something right now.

“Ah, you came back.” A voice in the back of your head. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, familiar.

When you finally open your eyes, it’s autumn, leaves falling delayed, as if suspended by time.

This one is your memory.

The Shino Academy gardens, just beyond your private quarters back when you were in school. Soft autumn breeze, freshly bloomed akizakura, the tree you used to sit at and practice reiatsu control — it’s the place you’d imagine when anyone asks you to think of your happy place.

And he’s here. Again.

“Let me out.” You thrash in his grip, arms firm around your waist, grounding you. “Let me out!”

Aizen Sosuke isn’t a man of extreme violence, he finds the effort one would go to such lengths as unnecessary, foolish. “Behave.” He cautioned, more for you than himself.

You shove him, palms colliding with his chest, scrambling to your feet — why is he wearing that haori? It’s disgraceful. A man like him shouldn’t even touch the Gotei’s garbs.

“Oh you think so?” He smirks, unrelenting, you can feel the pads of his fingers digging through your shihakusho. Like he’s starving, desperate for something. He's in your head.

“Aizen…” you croak out, he’s holding you a little too tight. “How?”

Desperate for you.

Something changes in his gaze, and he loosens his grip on you, a swift pull of your sleeves sends you toward him. “You let me in.”

“You’re lying.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” He smiles, devilish. But he’s right. He’s never lied, maybe excluded the truth, but never lied, not to you. Aizen’s arms keep you planted firmly where you stand, he leans into you, a strand of his hair tickles your forehead, you wince.

“You’re in Muken.” You say, moving to shift away. “Kyoka Suigetsu is locked away—”

“Don’t be foolish.” He pulls you back once you move a centimeter backwards, gazing down at you. “We’re connected.” He whispers, goosebumps rise on your flesh and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You are nothing like him. You will never be.

“Is that what you told Kuchiki—” He tilts his head to the side, dragging an index finger across your cheek. “Shut up—”

“So he’d marry you?” He relents, dipping his head to your neck, apex of his nose against your jugular. You can feel him breathing, your heart pounding in your ears. “Save you from shame?”

“Aizen—” you’re barely breathing. His lips ghost over the curve of your collarbone.

“No, don’t beg, it’s unbecoming.” You feel him smirk. “And what would Kuchiki think if he saw you?”

“Don’t speak his name.”

He hums, watching from the corner of his eye as your eyes flutter open, your pointed gaze directed at his soul. “You don’t get to talk about him.”

“Would he do the same?” Aizen lifts his head. “Defend you like you do for him?” He darts a tongue out, licks his bottom lip — there’s traces of you there, but not enough. Never enough.

“You don’t know him.”

“But I do, don’t I?” He makes you want to scream. “Everything you hide away in this little world of yours — you know that — you think about it all the time, don't you?”

“Shut up!”

Aizen looks as if he’s about to say something, to taunt you some more. “Too bad.” Instead, he releases his hold on you, leans closer, your noses touching. “Now you’ve gone and woke him up.”

“What do you—”

Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu.

Your eyes shoot open, it feels like the wind’s been knocked out of you. It’s nighttime already.

Kuchiki custom thread count sheets. You’re at the manor, in the east wing. But this isn’t your bed—

Why are you in the infirmary?

“You’re awake.”

Byakuya stands in the doorway, dressed in his captain’s attire, kenseikan missing, hair falling loose over his shoulders.

He looks like he just woke up, maybe he fell asleep at his desk again.

“I don’t remember falling asleep.” You say, and he walks over to you, taking a seat at your bedside.

“You fainted earlier.” He clarifies, leaning his head in your direction, eyes scanning you up and down — assessing for any visible damage.

“How do you feel?”

You twist your arms, stretching. “I feel great—” You move to sit up, but Byakuya outstretches his hand, stopping you. “Byakuya, wh–”

“You’re not great.” He scolds. “You fainted in Hirako’s quarters.” You shrink in on yourself just a little bit. “If he hadn’t been adept enough to break your fall—” He sees the way you look almost crestfallen, caving in on yourself, and he stops.

There’s a wisp of silence.

“You went back to work.” He begins, softer this time. “Why?”

“My department needed me.” You answer curtly, head flat against the pillow. It’s stiff, you miss the pillow Byakuya neglects sleeping on.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

“No.” He leans back in his chair, a soft sigh escaping him. “Because I assumed you’d make the logical decision to remain.”

He’s being naive, he thinks. There’s nothing anyone could make you do, nor a decision they could influence without your will.

You concede, turning your head, cheek pressed against the pillow as you look at him. “It isn’t much, but I enjoy doing it — it’s important to me.”

“I never said your work was unimportant.” Byakuya’s slate gray eyes meet yours, and you feel guilty. You shouldn’t have left the manor in the first place.

“The Divisions can live without their material things and the HR will function without supervision—” he says, and you want to crawl into a hole and die. “But I cannot live without my wife.”

Your eyes go wide for a moment, and his gaze hasn’t faltered. “Byakuya—”

“Heal.” He commands, and you soften. “Heal and you may return to your work as you wish.”

Would he do the same?

You push the voice away, and smile.

Byakuya Kuchiki is more than your husband, he’s your friend. He’s depending on you. You won’t fail him as you’ve done others before.

“I’ll do my best.”