#instantly comfortable putting everything into words especially the hard things)

[cumironi]

BLUE : GETO SUGURU

& sum. you’ve been feeling blue lately, more sadder than usual this past week, and all you’ve ever felt is just sadness and you don’t know what happened to you, all you’ve ever wanted is just being hugged by your boyfriend.

warning. non-sorcerer au, fem! reader, angst to comfort, so much comfort lol.

you’ve been feeling down lately, a heavy, unshakable sadness settling over you that you can’t quite explain. it’s been there for a while now—lingering for a week, maybe even longer. it feels as if a dark cloud has settled over you, pressing down on your chest, making it hard to breathe, to move, to do anything without feeling weighed down. even the smallest things seem difficult; every movement feels like dragging yourself through mud, and your mind feels stuck in a fog. the sadness wraps around you tightly, leaving you hollow and empty, and no matter what you try, it just won’t go away.

you’ve lost your appetite completely. food seems tasteless, and there’s no desire to eat when there’s no joy, no spark to fuel you. you hardly have the energy to cook or even consider what you might like. days pass, and you notice how hollow your stomach feels, but the thought of eating feels pointless. it’s like there’s a pit in your chest that even the best meal couldn’t fill.

but geto notices. he always notices, especially when something’s wrong with you. he knows you better than anyone, and even when you try to put on a brave face, he can see right through it. he watches you carefully, studying every small shift in your expression, every slouch of your shoulders, the way your eyes seem a little more distant lately. his intuition, his attention to detail—it’s like he’s tuned into every unspoken feeling you have.

he doesn’t waste any time. geto starts showing up more often, making sure you’re not left alone with the heaviness pressing down on you. whenever he has a break from college, he’s there, by your side, making sure you’re eating, gently coaxing you to have at least a few bites. he’ll sit beside you, bringing your favorite meals, reminding you with a gentle, soft voice that food might help you feel better. he’s patient, never pushing too hard but persistent enough to remind you he’s there and he’s not going anywhere.

and he stays close. his presence feels steady, grounding you when the sadness feels overwhelming. he doesn’t leave you alone for too long, always keeping you within his sight, whether he’s sitting across from you, reading while you rest or quietly checking in every now and then, gently brushing your shoulder or squeezing your hand just to let you know he’s there. his touch is always warm, comforting, and he seems to know just how much you need it, how much you need him, without you having to say a word.

geto doesn’t let you slip away. even when you feel yourself pulling back, withdrawing into that sadness, he pulls you back softly, reminding you of his care, his unwavering support. he’s there through it all—through the silences, the times when words feel too heavy to speak, the moments when you feel like you’re drowning in the quiet ache in your chest. he becomes your anchor, the one steady thing in the midst of it all, and he reminds you, bit by bit, that you’re not alone.

you walk slowly towards him, your shoulders slouched, feeling the weight of sadness pressing down on you harder than it has all week. today feels different—heavier, sharper, and the ache in your chest is almost too much to bear. it’s like every step you take is carrying the burden of everything you’re trying to hold back, and you can feel tears welling up, threatening to spill over at any moment. your throat feels tight, and your vision blurs a little as you get closer to him.

geto looks up from his book the moment he senses you nearby, his eyes softening as he takes you in. his book is forgotten almost instantly, and he sets it aside, opening his arms without a word, inviting you into his warmth. you don’t even have to ask; it’s like he can feel your sadness, see every bit of the weight you’re carrying, and he just knows you need him.

you slide into the couch next to him, his arms already waiting to envelop you, pulling you gently against his chest. as you curl up against him, feeling his warmth seep into you, the ache in your chest loosens just a bit, allowing you to breathe a little easier. you press your back against him, sinking into his embrace, and his arms tighten around you, holding you as though he’s afraid you might slip away.

with your head resting under his chin, you feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat a calm, grounding rhythm beneath you. you close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, and as soon as you exhale, a few quiet tears escape, trailing down your cheeks. you’re grateful for the way he just holds you, silently and steadily, not rushing you to speak or asking what’s wrong. instead, he lets you exist in this moment, letting you feel whatever it is you need to feel, knowing he’s here beside you.

geto leans in closer, his breath soft against the top of your head, and his fingers slowly rubs your back. his touch is gentle, tender, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he applies even an ounce of pressure. his shirt is soft against your cheek, and warmth from his body seems to melt into you, offering a small comfort amidst the storm of sadness within you.

he stays quiet, the silence between you heavy yet somehow not uncomfortable. the feeling of your tears staining his shirt. he doesn’t speak, not yet—he knows now isn’t the time for words, but rather, time for silent understanding and support.

he dips his head, nuzzling gently into your hair, savoring the familiar scent of you. his warm breath dances over the top of your head, a silent reassurance that he’s there, and he’s not going anywhere.

but the moment his arm slips beneath your neck and he wraps himself around you, it’s like a dam finally breaks. your tears, already close to spilling over, begin to fall freely, quicker than you can hold back. you don’t even try to stop them, letting the wave of sadness flow out as you cling to him, your hands gripping his arm like he’s the only anchor holding you in place.

you bury your face against his arm, your quiet sobs muffled against the soft fabric of his shirt. his warmth, his steady presence, all of it feels like a lifeline amidst the storm raging inside you. you squeeze his arm tightly, needing the reassurance of his solidity, his unwavering support. the way he holds you, so tenderly, so carefully, only makes you feel more secure. it’s as if he’s sheltering you from the sadness, wrapping you up in his embrace as if he could protect you from everything that feels too overwhelming to face.

you feel his hand slowly rubbing your back, each gentle stroke grounding you, easing the ache just a little bit more. his touch is comforting, gentle yet full of strength, and you can feel his silent promise in every movement—that he’s here, he’s got you, and he’s not going to let you go.

geto feels the shuddering sobs rip through your body, your hold on him impossibly tight, like you're clutching to him as a lifeline. a protective feeling, deep and strong as iron, washes over him, and he pulls you closer, molding your trembling frame to his own. he tightens his arms around you, almost as if he could somehow hold the pieces of you together, keep you from shattering beneath the weight of the pain you were carrying.

he doesn’t try to speak, nor does he try to ask what’s wrong. he simply keeps rubbing soothing circles into your back, his lips hovering above

your head in a silent gesture of comfort. he keeps you tucked against him, holding you close, trying to offer whatever tiny bit of comfort he can amidst the storm of sadness within you. his heartbeat thuds steadily into your ear, a constant rhythm. it says, “i’m here, i’m here, i’m here,” over and over, and his arms, wrapped so tightly around you, are a steady, gentle pressure, promising that he’s not going to go anywhere, that he’ll just keep holding you together until the storm passes.

he murmurs soft, soothing endearments into your hair, his voice a low, tender rumble, “i’ve got you, i’ve got you…i’ve got you...”

he keeps you firmly against him, the feeling of your tears, the quiet sobs, a reminder of the immense pain you’re feeling. he nuzzles his face gently into your hair once more, the motion a silent, tender expression of his love.

for now, he just wants to hold you, to be a steady presence for a bit longer, and slowly, gently try and ease the sadness ripping through you.

his voice is a soft murmur, gentle yet filled with concern. “c’mere,” he whispers, his fingers brushing lightly along your shoulder, coaxing you to turn toward him. something in his tone is so tender, so patient, that you find yourself instinctively following, shifting in his arms until you’re facing him.

without a second thought, you wrap your arms around his torso, holding onto him tightly, as if he’s the only thing keeping you from crumbling. you bury your face against his neck, his familiar scent wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. the warm notes of vanilla and the rich depth of oud wood settle your heart just a little, bringing a faint sense of peace amidst the lingering sadness. the scent is so unmistakably him, grounding you, reminding you that you’re safe here, held close in his arms.

geto’s hand comes up, his fingers threading softly through your hair, his other hand pressing lightly against the small of your back, keeping you close. his touch is soothing, gentle in a way that lets you know he understands, that he’s here with you in this moment, sharing in the weight of your sadness without needing to say a word.

“i’m here,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. there’s a softness to his voice that makes you feel seen, truly understood in a way that words alone can’t convey. he holds you even tighter, his arms a steady fortress around you as you let yourself sink further into him. he doesn’t pull away, doesn’t try to stop your tears; instead, he leans into them, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, another quiet assurance that he’s with you.

his hand moves slowly, rubbing small circles on your back, a comforting rhythm that gradually eases some of the tension in your shoulders. the steady rise and fall of his breathing, his warmth, his scent—all of it pulls you away from the sadness just a bit, like a quiet anchor grounding you amidst the storm.

“it’s okay,” he murmurs softly, his voice steady. “take your time… i’m not going anywhere.” with those words, you feel a small shift, a fragile flicker of calm, knowing that you don’t have to face this alone. held in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and gentle reassurance, the ache in your chest softens, if only slightly. and somehow, in the quiet of his embrace, you feel a little bit of your sadness begin to lighten, piece by piece, as you rest against him.

geto leans back against the couch, pulling you along with him so you’re now cradled against his chest. his hands keep rubbing your back slowly, his touch firm, gentle, comforting. he doesn’t try to push you to speak, he just lets you cry into his chest, his shirt growing wet from your tears.

he keeps his arms tightly wrapped around you, holding you close, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. he dips his head down, pressing a few gentle kisses on the top of your head, the gesture soft, tender, trying to soothe away some of the ache.

after a while, your breathing evens out, and your tears finally begin to slow. your fingers, which had been gripping his shirt so tightly, start to relax, your hand slipping slightly as the weight of exhaustion settles in. geto glances down and notices the change, his eyes softening as he realizes you’ve drifted off to sleep in his arms. the tear tracks glisten faintly on your cheeks, and your face is marked by the quiet aftermath of sadness—eyes and nose red, the last traces of tears still fresh on your skin.

he doesn’t move, barely even breathes, afraid to disturb the fragile peace that’s settled over you. instead, he adjusts his hold gently, one arm wrapped securely around you while his other hand lifts, fingers tenderly brushing stray strands of hair away from your face. he takes in every detail of your face, the vulnerability in your expression, the exhaustion that has finally pulled you into rest.

geto’s thumb grazes lightly across your cheek, wiping away the remaining traces of tears with a touch so soft it’s almost reverent. his heart aches, seeing the sadness etched onto your sleeping face, and he silently promises to be here, to stay by your side through every moment, no matter how heavy it gets.

carefully, he shifts a bit to make you more comfortable, pulling a nearby blanket over you both, making sure you’re warm and secure in his arms. he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if he could transfer some of his own strength to you, a silent promise that he’s here, that he’ll carry the weight with you.

with one last look at your peaceful, albeit tear-stained, face, he settles back, his hand resting protectively on your back as he lets you sleep, holding you close through the noon, fall asleep with you in his arm.

the soft evening light fills the room, muted and gentle, casting a cozy glow around you and geto as you slowly wake from your nap. both of you lie on the couch that geto has carefully rearranged into a makeshift bed, layered with soft pillows and a warm, thick blanket draped over your legs. the couch-turned-bed isn’t just a place to sit anymore—it’s a little haven, a comforting spot where you can rest and feel safe, and geto made sure to set it up so you’d feel just that.

your eyes are puffy, still swollen from the tears you shed earlier, and there's a lingering heaviness, but it feels softer now. after crying so much, your body feels lighter in a way, like some of the sadness has flowed out, leaving a quieter calm in its place. geto’s presence beside you has worked like a balm, soothing some of the hurt that had been weighing on you. on the tv across from you, Coraline is playing. its familiar, almost dreamlike scenes add to the comforting atmosphere, something nostalgic and easy for your mind to focus on without effort. it’s a small but thoughtful choice—geto put it on because he knows it’s a favorite, and its soft glow and gentle storytelling help keep you grounded.

meanwhile, geto is in the kitchen, preparing dinner with quiet care. he’s decided to order takeout from your favorite restaurant; he didn’t feel like cooking tonight, but he knew you needed something special, something comforting. it’s a thoughtful choice, not just because he’s sparing himself the effort of cooking, but because he knows how much little gestures like your favorite food can lift your spirits. even though he isn’t beside you at this moment, he’s thinking of you, and every action he takes tonight is meant to comfort you in the gentlest, simplest ways.

outside, rain taps heavily against the windows, the steady sound creating a peaceful rhythm that wraps around you like an embrace. the world beyond the glass feels quiet and distant, softened by the rain. the storm outside feels almost symbolic of the emotional storm you went through earlier, but now, it’s calming, soothing rather than overwhelming. the sadness in your heart, once so sharp and heavy, feels lighter now, thanks to the release you allowed yourself and the comfort geto has provided.

a little while later, geto returns, balancing two plates of food carefully in his hands. he sets them on the coffee table in front of you and settles down beside you, the warmth of his shoulder brushing against yours. there’s a gentle smile on his face as he hands you one of the plates. “figured this might cheer my favorite girl up,” he says softly. there’s warmth in his eyes, a quiet, tender look that tells you he knows exactly what you need tonight.

taking the plate, you feel a deep sense of gratitude welling up. “thank you, baby,” you whisper, your voice soft, touched by everything he’s done for you without needing words to explain. you both begin to eat, the comforting flavors of your favorite meal and the cozy blanket wrapped around you adding to the sense of warmth that fills the room.

geto’s eyes dart to you every now and then as you eat, studying your expression, trying to gauge your mood. he keeps his voice soft, the volume just above a whisper, as if he's afraid of disrupting the comforting atmosphere between you.

“how are you feeling?” he asks gently, keeping his gaze on your face, waiting for your response. he continues eating, but his attention remains on you, his eyes never leaving yours, the concern in them apparent but not suffocating.

you pause, spoon halfway to your mouth, as geto's question registers in your mind. the softness in his voice, the way his gaze never wavers from your face, makes you feel a warmth that’s almost overwhelming. taking a small spoonful of your food, you savor the familiar taste, letting it bring a quiet calm over you before meeting his eyes.

turning away from the television, you nod and offer him a little smile, one that speaks volumes more than words could. “i feel a lot better now,” you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “thanks to you.”

geto’s features soften, a small, gentle smile spreading across his face in response to your words. he sets down his fork for a moment, pausing his meal to reach out, his hand gently resting on your knee, giving it a small, encouraging squeeze.

“good,” he murmurs, the word simple, yet filled with relief. he looks at you, the concern in his eyes replaced with a warm, affectionate glow. he keeps his hand on your knee, his thumb gently caressing your skin in small, soothing motions.

he picks up his fork again, continuing to eat while still maintaining his grip on your knee, his fingers gently massaging it through the fabric of your clothes. it’s a small, subtle gesture meant to provide comfort, as if he wants to maintain the physical connection with you even as you're both eating.

“i’ll admit, i was pretty worried about you earlier,” he admits gently, his voice soft and quiet, as if he's hesitant to disturb the peaceful atmosphere between you both.

a small, sheepish smile creeps onto your face as you glance down at his hand on your knee, feeling the warmth of his fingers gently massaging in a comforting rhythm. his touch feels grounding, like he’s trying to keep you tethered to him in the softest way possible.

you look back up at him, letting out a quiet chuckle. “i got pretty dramatic, didn’t i?” you say, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone but softened by the warmth in your eyes. your fingers absentmindedly brush over his hand on your knee, grateful for his steady presence. “it’s just been one of those weeks… everything felt so heavy.” your voice trails off, but there’s relief in your words. “but… honestly, i feel a lot better now. crying it out helped, i think.”

geto listens to your words, his gaze never wavering from your face as you speak. his expression is soft, understanding, a warm comfort in itself. as you mention how crying helped, he gives your knee another small, gentle squeeze.

“there’s nothing wrong with letting it out,” he says gently, a subtle nod of agreement. he sets his fork down and shifts a bit closer to you, his hand on your knee slowly moving further up to rest on your thigh, his thumb still gently massaging your skin.

he looks straight into your eyes, his gaze intense but not overwhelming. “i’m always here, you know that, right?” he whispers, his words an earnest assurance. “you don’t have to hold it all in by yourself.”

he gently pushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender, filled with care. he keeps his hand on your thigh, the pressure firm, warm, a promise of steadiness.

you nod softly, setting your plate down on the table as you turn your full attention to him. scooting closer, you place your hand over his chest, feeling the steady, calming rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. there’s something so grounding about that gentle pulse, a reminder of his unwavering presence.

“i know,” you say quietly, your voice carrying a weight of gratitude that words alone can’t express. “and i’m so, so grateful for that.” you let your fingers spread slightly, feeling the warmth radiating from his chest, as if it’s wrapping around you too. looking up at him, you can see that he means every word, his gaze so genuine and reassuring, a quiet promise that he’ll always be there to help carry the weight when you need it.

see as you move closer, geto responds by shifting his position, opening his arms to pull you flush against him. he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you in so your side is pressed against his chest, a warm, solid presence that grounds you. his hand returns to your thigh, continuing its gentle massaging motions, the touch filled with a tenderness that speaks louder than words ever could.

he lowers his head so his chin rests against the top of your head, his eyes drifting half-closed as he holds you close, his heart beating steady and strong beneath your touch.

you rest against him, feeling his arms wrap around you with such warmth, you let your hand drift up, fingers splaying over his chest as you quietly murmur, “i missed you.” your voice is soft, a little shaky, but it’s filled with the depth of everything you’ve been holding in.

for a moment, you just stay there, listening to his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, feeling his hand on your thigh, his chin resting atop your head. it feels like home, like an anchor, and it makes you realize just how much you’ve missed being fully present with him. he’s always been close, physically there whenever you needed, but you were lost in your own thoughts and emotions, feeling distant even when he was near.

geto’s hold on you tightens ever so slightly as you speak, his arm around your waist pulling you in closer, drawing you as close as humanly possible. he nuzzles his face into your hair, his breath warm against your head.

“i missed you too,” he whispers against your head, his voice low, barely above a murmur. there’s a subtle hoarseness to it, an undertone of emotion that belies the depth of his own longing. he holds you like this for a few more moments, silently taking in the feeling of having you in his arms once again.

his hand on your thigh slowly moves back down, his fingers lightly tracing patterns onto your skin, a gentle, soothing gesture.

he shifts his head, pulling away just enough so he can look down at your face. his expression is filled with a tender affection, the kind that comes from knowing someone on a deep, intimate level.

“i know things get heavy, but we’ll get through it together, okay?” he whispers, his voice filled with unwavering determination. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch as soft as a feather.

you nod softly, feeling a warmth swell in your chest at his words, the reassurance in his tone anchoring you more than he could ever know. with a quiet, “okay,” you lift your hand, reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb gently brushing along his skin. you can feel the faint stubble under your fingertips, grounding you in this tender moment, in the closeness you’ve both been missing.

with a gentle pull, you guide him closer, closing the small distance between you until his lips meet yours. the kiss is soft, slow, filled with unspoken words and quiet promises. it feels like both a reassurance and a reconnection, his lips warm and comforting against yours, the world around you fading away as you focus solely on him.

geto responds to the kiss instantly, his hand on your thigh moving to cup the back of your head, pulling you in closer. he kisses you back just as gently, his lips moving against yours in a slow, tender dance. there’s a quiet need in the kiss, a silent plea for you to understand the depth of his feelings, how much he’s missed this connection.

as the kiss deepens, geto pulls you fully into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. he continues to hold you tightly, almost possessively, like he doesn’t ever want to let go.

he finally pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping his forehead resting against yours. his breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. he keeps his eyes closed for a moment, his hand slowly caressing the back of your head as he tries to regain some control over his emotions.

“god... i’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, his voice filled with a raw honesty. he pulls you even closer into his lap, pressing his face into your neck, his warm breath against your skin.

your arms instinctively wrap around his broad shoulders, holding him as close as possible, like you’re afraid he might slip away. a soft whisper escapes your lips, “i’ve missed you too, baby,” the words laced with all the emotions you’ve been holding in, each one released as you hold him tighter.

you feel his warmth seep into you as he presses his face into your neck, his breath warm and steady against your skin, grounding you, anchoring you in this moment. your fingers gently trace over his back, feeling the tension slowly ease out of him, a silent promise that you’re here too, that you won’t let go.

geto seems to melt into your touch, his body relaxing as your fingers trace over his back. he lets out a low, soft groan, the sound vibrating against your neck, his hands slowly moving down to grip your hips, pulling you even closer.

he pulls back just enough so that he can look at you, a mixture of vulnerability and affection in his eyes. “don’t ever shut me out like that again, okay?” he whispers, his thumb gently caressing your hip. “promise me you’ll talk to me, no matter how shitty things get.”

you nod, a soft smile curving your lips as you meet his gaze. “i promise,” you murmur, your voice filled with sincerity. there’s a warmth in his eyes that melts away any lingering shadows in your mind, and it feels like a weight has finally lifted, a silent understanding passing between you both.

your hand drifts to the back of his neck, fingers pressing gently into his skin, feeling the warmth there as you trail small, soothing circles. you let your fingertips sink slightly, grounding both of you in the closeness of the moment, letting him feel just how much he means to you.

his eyes close for a brief moment as he leans into your touch, his breath coming out in a soft sigh. he pulls you even closer, his grip on your hips secure, as if he never wants to let you go. “good,” he whispers, his voice a bit rough but filled with quiet relief. “because i can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

geto takes a shaky breath, his arms tightening around you involuntarily as he speaks again.

“you’re everything to me,” he murmurs into your neck, his voice low and hoarse. he buries his face into your skin, taking a deep breath, as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of you, the scent of you.

he stays there for a moment, holding you tightly, his embrace both protective and gentle at the same time. with each passing second, you can feel the tension slowly seeping out of him, replaced by a quiet, intimate comfort.

your fingers tighten slightly against the back of his neck as you whisper, “you’re my everything too.” your voice is barely a breath, but it’s filled with all the warmth and affection you have for him.

closing your eyes, you let yourself sink into the moment as his lips brush softly against your neck, each kiss tender and unhurried, as though he’s savoring every inch of you. his warmth spreads through you, soothing, grounding, making you feel safe in a way only he can.

you let out a soft sigh, tilting your head slightly to give him more access, a quiet invitation for him to stay close. your arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him as if you’ll never let go, and with every gentle press of his lips against your skin, it’s like he’s telling you without words that he’s here, he’s yours, and he’s not going anywhere.

as you tilt your head, giving him more access to your neck, a soft, guttural noise escapes geto’s lips. he takes your cue, gently nuzzling against your skin, his breath warm and ticklish against the sensitive spots.

he continues to shower your neck and shoulder in soft kisses, his lips leaving a trail of warmth everywhere they touch. his arms remain tightly wrapped around you, holding you against him, a steady, anchoring presence. you can almost feel the depth of his desire and devotion in each gentle kiss, his actions speaking louder than words.

he slowly pulls away from your neck, lifting his head to look at you again, his gaze heavy with emotion. his arms loosen slightly, his hand slowly tracing up and down your back in a gentle caress.

he takes a moment to just look at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of warmth and raw desperation. he runs his tongue over his lips, a subconscious gesture that betrays his own desire.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice rough and hoarse. “my god, you’re sooo beautiful.”

a soft hum escapes your lips, and you smile up at him, warmth blooming in your chest at the look in his eyes. his words wrap around you like a gentle embrace, and you feel yourself falling deeper into the love and devotion reflected in his gaze.

without saying a word, you lean in, closing the distance between you until your lips meet his in a tender, lingering kiss. it’s gentle at first, a simple press of your lips against his, savoring the closeness, the intimacy of the moment. but as the kiss deepens, you can feel the raw emotion flowing between you—his need to be close, to remind you just how much he loves you.

your hand moves to cup his cheek, thumb brushing softly against his skin as you pour every ounce of affection, trust, and love into the kiss, letting him know that he’s your everything, too.

geto responds to the gesture instantly, a soft, almost guttural sound escaping his lips as your kiss deepens. he returns the gesture with fervor, his hands gripping your hips tighter, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin.

he matches every movement, every touch, as if he’s pouring all his pent up emotions into the kiss. it’s a silent communication, an intimate exchange that speaks volumes. he kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, languid dance.

as the kiss continues, geto’s grip on your hips tightens even more, his touch almost possessive, but not in a controlling way. it’s like he’s afraid that if he lets go, you’ll slip away from him again.

he moves his mouth over to your jawline, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin there while he gently pulls you impossibly closer against him. his breath is shaky, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. he’s holding you like he never wants to let go.

geto is practically panting against your skin as he continues to kiss and nuzzle your neck, his breath hot and heavy, his lips leaving a trail of wet, feverish kisses. his grip on your hips is firm, his fingers digging into your flesh, as if he’s trying to anchor himself against the raw tide of emotions coursing through him.

“god,” he mutters hoarsely, his voice edged with a hint of desperation, “you have no idea how much i’ve missed this... missed you.”

his lips continue to trace over your jawline, trailing up to your ear, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spots. his touch is urgent, almost needy, his movements driven by a raw, aching desire.

“i need you,” he whispers into your ear, his voice gruff and low. “i need to feel you, taste you, touch you... i need you to know how much i love you.”

a small gasp escapes your lips as geto suddenly rises, lifting you effortlessly with him. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist, your arms slipping around his neck, holding him close as he carries you toward the bedroom. is strength and the intensity in his gaze send a thrill through you, and you feel a rush of warmth spreading through your chest as he holds you so securely, as though he’d never let you go.

you lean closer, brushing your lips near his ear, whispering, “me too, baby.” the words come out breathless, laced with all the longing and affection you feel for him. geto’s hold tightens at your response, a quiet hum of satisfaction escaping him as he carries you down the hallway, his steps steady but quick, his desire evident in every movement.

geto enters the bedroom, his movements sure and steady, like he has a single-minded focus on getting to the bed as quickly as possible.

he sets you down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands coming up to cup your face, his fingers gently caressing your skin. he looks down at you intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and desire.

“i need to feel you,” he repeats, his voice gravelly and intense. his hands slide down to your shoulders, slowly pushing you back onto the bed, his body following, his weight settling over you.

geto’s hands are everywhere as he strips your shirt off, his touch urgent and impatient, but laced with a tender reverence.

his hands roam over your now bare skin, tracing along the curves and lines of your body, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch. his fingers graze over your waist, your ribcage, your shoulders, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. he leans down, his lips replacing his hands, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along the exposed skin of your chest and neck.

he moves his lips back to your neck, his teeth nipping gently at the sensitive spots, as if he’s trying to draw out every gasps and moans from you. his hands continue to wander, tracing over your sides, your hips, your thighs, the movements firm and possessive, as if he can’t bear to be away from you for even a second.

he pulls back slightly, hovering over you, his gaze intense, his breath ragged. he looks down at you, his eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and unbridled love.

“i love you so fucking much.”

[rainystarshower]

SFW Alphabet with Aventurine

.⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.

chara : Aventurine

cw : possible OOC, grammar mistakes, fluff, gn reader, not proofread

a/n : Oh dear, it’s been far too long since I’ve made something for this page 😅

.⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈✩┈┈┈┈┈𝄞

A — How they show affection 𝄞≛

For Aventurine, it’ll take time for him to really open up to you. But when he does, he’s very affectionate. He’ll appear out of nowhere — instantly snuggling against you, holding you tight like you’d turn into ashes the second he let go. He spoils you rotten! Even if you try to decline, he’ll sneak it somewhere in your room or bag <3

B — How they are as a bestie 𝄞≛

The only best friend ever!! Aventurine wants to know everything if you two gossip!! If you have quite the limited information and he’s especially invested in whatever you told him, he’ll secretly dig into it more and tell you all about it! He’ll always share the best news from the IPC with you — unless it potentially puts your life in harm

C — How they cuddle 𝄞≛

Cuddles with Aventurine make you feel like he’s on his last breath. He may not seem like it, but when you two are dating or really close, he’ll always be asking to cuddle. He holds you, like you’re something so fragile. He’ll randomly latch himself onto you and never let go!

D — A domestic life with them 𝄞≛

On days when he’s tired, he’ll try to help out with anything the best he can. On days when you’re tired, he takes care of everything; no matter what it is! Though, if you’re both tired? He’ll snuggle up to you, watching whatever you two feel like watching whilst eating fast food. The both of you eventually drifting into slumber in each other’s arms

E — Ending the relationship 𝄞≛

He’d be sour about it. No matter who ended it, he’ll still be upset. Every little thing he does, reminds him of you. Even if he tries to brush it off and bury this reminder of you — it almost feels impossible. For someone he was so vulnerable with, to be gone, out of his grasp is a pain unexplainable.

F — How do they feel committing with you being their fiancé(e) 𝄞≛

He’s all in! Maybe he’ll feel a bit hesitant, worried and scared for the future that could bestow him, or possibly not being good enough in committing, but you, oh you... Your presence soothes him, making him feel comfortable and ready for whatever hurdle may appear as your fiancé or more. He’s ready to dedicated so much to you, as well as his commitment for something so big <3

G — How gentle are they with you 𝄞≛

Very gentle. Even during days he’s in a foul mood, he’ll try to remain gentle with you. Even if you really manage to piss him off, he’ll be upset, but in the end he’ll try and make it up by being tender and sweet with you. For you, the effort would definitely be worth it.

H — Do they like hugs 𝄞≛

At first, no. He’ll flinch and back away, trying to mask how uncomfortable he is with a smile. Though as your relationship develops, you find him hugging you more than you hug him! He loves everything related to you, especially hugs!!

I — How long does it take for them to say ‘I love you’ 𝄞≛

It takes a while. It takes almost everything in him to say it, even if it’s an empty ‘I love you.’

But be patient, wait for him. He’ll love you like no other, constantly reminding you of it in different forms because words can be quite hard. Mustering up the courage to really, genuinely, say ‘I love you’ is rare for him. But it will definitely happen. Take it slow

J — How are they when jealous 𝄞≛

He’s quite petty about it! Oh and hurt... He’ll tell you “Oh, why not ask them to do it for you?” Or if somebody’s flirting with you, he’ll wrap himself around you from behind, purposely calling you the world’s cringe petnames, hoping whoever is flirting with you will take the hint!! When he’s being petty, he’ll eventually break, asking you directly who that person was. He refuses to let go of you until he’s relaxed

K — How do they like kissing 𝄞≛

Aventurine’s kisses with you are tender, sweet and gentle. I like to think of his emotional kisses. Where he pours out his whole heart into his kisses. He gives you pecks here and there whenever he thinks you look handsome, cute, pretty, beautiful — which is almost all the time! Kisses gave him much more meaning after meeting you. Now he’ll practically start whining the entire day if you refuse to kiss him!

L — How good are they with little ones 𝄞≛

Have you seen the way he treats his younger self?! If you have any younger siblings, he’d spoil them beyond rotten just as he does with you. He’s really good with little kids. Some might feel a bit nervous at first around him, but they warm up quickly as Aventurine tells them his PG (?) stories. Perhaps even showing them the cool things he has on him, magic tricks, or anything really. He’s quite patient with them too!!

M — How are your mornings with them 𝄞≛

I’ll admit, mornings aren’t entirely the best with him. Half the chance is you’ll wake up from Aventurine on the call from the IPC, and he’s normally up and at it before you are. On times he’s not disturbed by work, he’s rather cuddly and refuses to get up. He will also not let you get up either. He wants to stay in bed with you forever!

N — How are your nights with them 𝄞≛

Nights are much better than mornings. He always tries to come home early, back to your presence. He gets nightmares most the time, so help him out the second you notice. He’s also cuddly at night but he’s a light sleeper. The slightest creak could jerk him awake, so be extra quiet when you sleep with him!!

O — How open are they with you 𝄞≛

He’s actually really open even if he shows hesitancy in it. He feels guilty for it, but he can’t help it. He tries his hardest to be as open as he can be with his feelings about you or anything for that matter. When he learns how much you truly care, he might end up getting a bit emotional <3

P — How patient are they with you 𝄞≛

He’s very patient. Or so, he tries. With you, as I’ve said, he’ll always make the effort. He’ll wait for you, even it bores him in the meanwhile. As long as you’ll be alright, he’ll be alright. Same is the other way around, you need to be really patient with him too, alright?

Q — Quizz them to know how much do they remember about you 𝄞≛

Everything. Every detail down to the bone. The only stuff this guy would forget would probably be how much money he has left! Even if he finds himself in a muddle, unable to remember something about you, he nails it with his guesses which relief him

R — What’s their favourite moment in their relationship that they remember 𝄞≛

(This is something I think everybody has reallyyyyy different opinions on) I think it’d be the first time he cried in your arms... Sure he was vulnerable during the time and embarrassed about it afterwards, but it’s a memory etched into him. The way you accepted his cries, comforting him, making your scent the scent of ‘home’, ‘security’, and ‘comfort’ to him... Also any of the times you’ve made or bought him something !

S — How secure — protective are they of you 𝄞≛

Protective enough, but if anything happens, of course he’ll be upset. He might dwell on it, but he’ll trust you not to harm yourself again. He’s very protective if he notices anybody glaring at you in a not-so-friendly-way. He’ll run background checks on anybody who harms you and let’s them know that the next time you’re harmed because of them, they’ll have to grovel at your feet for mercy

T — How hard do they try for their relationship 𝄞≛

He tries his hardest. After all, you’re not just some fling to him. You’re somebody he cherishes more than anything, really. He’ll try and try, he’ll keep trying for your sake

U — What’s an ugly, bad habit of theirs 𝄞≛

He has a very... Unpleasant habit of making you worry like crazy, even unintentionally. Sometimes, when he’s so swept up in work, he’ll forget to tell you how busy he’ll be for so and so. He makes up for it when he sees how panicked you were with a dinner and whatever else you’d like!

V — (Vanity) How insecure are they 𝄞≛

He’ll be quite insecure about his eyes no matter what, even if he’s improving slowly. Or maybe he’ll be insecure about some other part of himself, to which he doesn’t confide in anybody with. Although, you take matters into your own hands, reassuring him, comforting him. You make him feel like maybe his insecurity isn’t so bad...

W — Would they feel incomplete — not whole, without you 𝄞≛

Absolutely. With a far developed relationship like yours with him, he’ll most definitely feel unimaginably incomplete without you. He, himself doesn’t understand at first why he feels like something’s missing — though he’s quick to catch on that it’s you. You’re what’s missing and, it kills him. He needs to be with you again, so he can feel whole. Not Aventurine, but Kakavasha.

X — Xtra headcanon 𝄞≛

Cried when you called him ‘Kakavasha’. Your honeyed tone, so tender and sweet... It strikes him in the heart. He really loves you. As well as his cat cakes!

Y — What’s in their list of ‘Yuck!’ things 𝄞≛

He doesn’t like ‘boring’ people. He prefers when people have a little extreme in them, or a rather odd characteristic that makes them stand out differently. He doesn’t like dirty people either. In both ways, personality and literal dirty! If you’re physically dirty due to health issues, he’ll help you out. Otherwise if you’re plain lazy, he won’t appreciate that. Nor does he appreciate people who try to ‘cheat’ during fair and honest gambles. It irks him.

Z — How do they zzz 𝄞≛

Sleeps like a baby!! Even if he wakes up due to any small sound, in his deep slumber, he’s just spread himself all over the bed like a starfish. One of you will end up waking up on the floor one day, that’s for sure. He easily feels when your presence is gone, making him curl up in his sleep, but when he feels you, he’s all starfish again!

[mytheoristavenue]

DS Stalker!Gyutaro Shabana x Courtesan!Reader 🍋 - Bloodlust

Summary: Gyutaro has stalked you for months. He was so captivated by your ethereal beauty he couldn't keep away. Though he never expected to discover how ruthless and blood thirsty you could be.

Warnings: NSFW, knife play, bloodplay, brief mention of assault by a third party, violence inflicted onto a third party, sado-masochism, fluffy ending, forbidden love, yandere x yandere

Word Count: 3.7K

Gytaro who was a bit shy at first, always lurking out your window, watching you change and work. He was just keeping an eye on your clients, at least that's what he told himself. He knew from protecting Daki how some men could be once they indulged in the drink, he was just looking out for you! You'd never even know he was there, or at least, that's how he intended it, but when he witnessed a customer become a bit too rough with you for his comfort, his body reacted before his brain did.

The gentleman had paid for a dance, the cheapest service you offered, but soon his hands were on your hips, traveling up your ribs. "That'll cost you extra, darling..." You gently reminded the man, guiding his hands off you with a light touch. But he persisted and after a second warning, you stepped away. "I'd love to indulge you but-" Before you could even request additional payment, you were thrown to the floor, pinned against the decorative rug, caged in the man's drunken form. You let out a terrified yelp, knowing all too well what would come next. "P-Please sir, you can have what you want, I beg of you," You pled with glossy, constricted pupils. "Y-You don't have to take me by force!"

Gyutaro's body, upon hearing a cry for help, moved on instinct as he crashed through the door to your balcony. In moments he'd crossed the room, hovering over you with a heinous stare that seemed to bore right through you. Slapping a heavy, grey palm onto the client's head, the intruder sunk his fingers into his hair before lifting him off the floor by it. "I believe the lady warned you to step back. Hasn't your mother ever told you not to put your filthy paws on things that don't belong to you?" His voice was hoarse and venomous, filled with an air of contempt that rattled your bones.

You scrambled back as soon as you saw the chance to, clearing the room until your back hit the opposite wall. While the client was obviously stunned, you could immediately recognize the much greater danger you now faced. Being a courtesan was hard, always being at the mercy of harsh men, but you knew that there were much more terrifying monsters just outside the house walls. And this stranger, your savior, was one such devil. You instantly recognized the demonic features he possessed that your gentleman caller missed through his inebriated haze. "I paid for the whore, I'm entitled to use her how I please!" The drunkard argued, wincing at the scalping grip on his hair.

Gyutaro's fist twisted at the word 'whore', his snarl even more apparent. He never did care for such language, given how many times he had to hear it hurled at his sister. "Care to change your wording, friend?" He asked, venom dripping from his voice as he raised a sickle to his throat. When the man doubled down, his glare hardened in disdain. He could smell the alcohol on the man's breath, which disgusted him further. "What a pathetic waste of flesh. Alcohol taints everything it touches."

The smallest whimper from you reminded the demon why he'd acted in the first place. His head instantly snapped backward over his shoulder and the fear in your eyes had him dropping his prey. He immediately darted over and crouched at your side, looking you over. He checked your skin for bruising or scratches with the confidence of a medical professional. It was almost as if he were experienced in caring for vulnerable young women, especially ones in distress. "Are you alright?" His cracked voice asks, so much softer now. You nod shakily, studying his face and body with wide eyes.

"W-Who are you...?" You asked breathlessly, despite already knowing to some extent.

"I'm not gonna hurt you..." He answered oddly, backing away a bit before standing and offering you a corpse pale hand. You took it delicately, letting him pull you up. "P-Please don't be afraid." Even though his sudden entrance, appearance, and proclivity for violence had petrified you moments ago, the timidness that shrouded him brought you comfort and wore down your guard.

"I'm not afraid of you," You gave him a sweet smile that made him queasy. He eyed you cautiously as you stepped over to the man crumpled on the floor. " Now then," Gyutaro's eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack when you spoke to the client.

"I believe you owe me more money." He watched your hands roam the client's unconscious body, seemingly searching for something. He could tell when you found it by how your eyes caught the lantern light, sparkling with the wonder of a child who has just received their first spending coin. You snatched the sachel of coins from the man's sleeve, tucking it into yours. "Considering you only paid for a dance but still tried to force your miserable needle prick onto me anyway." Your tone was saccharine, but your words were deadly. They sent a shiver down the demon's spine as he watched your leg rear back and slam between the client's legs.

He didn't stop you from giving the man a few more sharp kicks before smiling at him over your shoulder. "Gyutaro, my dear?" He stiffened at the sweet allure of your affection, nodding as a sign that he was listening. "Would you please dispose of this thing for me?" A wicked grin cracked across his face at your request. You both passed each other as he approached the client and you made your way to a cabinet to store your 'earnings'. He did as you asked, ecstatic to realize how cruel you could be while he did, slaying the man where he lay.

"I'm sorry for the mess, I'll take care of it." He said sheepishly, crouched over the body, his hands spattered with red.

"You are good at cleaning messes, aren't you?" You suddenly ask, lounging on the bed, watching him work. "You strike me as the kind of man who lives off dirty work."

"T-That's not far from the truth." He admitted, pausing at your assumption. It unnerved him deeply how well you seemed to guess aspects of him when he hadn't even introduced himself.

"I never caught your name..." You mused, admiring how his skin stained with blood, carelessly smeared across his gaunt form.

"Gyutaro..." He answered nervously, still facing away, head dipped low as he quietly devoured his victim. He worried that he might scare you again if he ate too loudly, but something in the back of his mind reassured him otherwise.

"Well, Gyutaro..." You cooed, your voice oh so inviting. "Tonight is your lucky night. A generous donor has paid in advance for my services, all for you, anything your wicked little heart could desire." You were vile, letting out a deceptively sweet snicker as your new 'client' licked the blood of the 'generous donor' off his fingertips.

His golden eyes snapped wide, still facing away as he slowly turned back to look at you. "W-Whatever my heart desires...?" He repeated in disbelief, carnivorous teeth red and glistening. "Y-You'd lay with someone as repulsive as me?"

"Repulsive? Who told you that?" You ask softly, eyes never hinting betrayal from that he could see. "The only repulsive thing here is half eaten by now. The way I see it, you're quite the opposite." You began to pick apart his appearance, finding something good to say about his every aspect. "You know, a lot of courtesans paint their face white to look this pale, you should be proud. And this hair, such a lovely shade of green. I bet it's so pretty when it's all combed out."

Try as he might to resist you, when you beckoned him forth, he found himself drawling closer as if he had no mind of his own. You had to be a fellow demon with some sort of brainwashing blood art, he dedicated. But that wasn't true at all. You were just a human with demonic tastes. Finally, when he sat between your knees, you cradled his head in your hands, staring down lovingly. You wetted the pad of your thumb against your tongue before running it over the large, oddly shaped birthmark that splinted his face. Your eyes softened when your thumb came back clean. "Just as I thought..." You mused so sweetly.

"W-What is it?" He asked, terrified you might finally decide to reject him. He melted into your lap at your answer, obviously starving for praise and feminine attention.

"These marks don't come off, do they?" He shook his head shamefully, but you reassured him before he could self-deprecate. "They're so lovely, they look like dark clouds. I'd die for an obi with that pattern." That comment tore him, his fate was sealed.

-----

"A-Ahh, fuck-" You whimpered, muffled by the wad of silk bedsheet in your jaw. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you screamed with delight, laying on your tummy as he took you from behind, so generously doing all the heavy lifting. "G-Gyutaro!"

"Louder," He demanded, breath ragged as can be, gaunt hips bullying you into submission- not like he needed to, not with how you'd thrown yourself at him."Tell me how much you want it, how bad it hurts."

"H-Hurts so bad, my love!" You gasped, cock drunk and addicted to the terrible bruising on your cervix. "P-Please don't ever stop!"

"Nothing could drag me away," He rasped, nails digging into your doughy hips, admiring the way the warm blood on his hands painted your skin so beautifully. You'd begged him not to wipe his hands after he was done with the client, and he was so glad he obeyed, intoxicated by the visage of bloody handprints all over your back and ass. It was so warm it made you ache, shuddering as he drew a crimson line down your oh so sensitive spine. "Wanna spend eternity like this."

You gasped at the sudden change in sensation, feeling what resembled cold steel press into your nape. "Stay forever," you begged, leading into the touch of the foreign object. "Never leave me, Gyutaro."

"Wish I could," He hissed, dragging his shaft out of your already sore core, only to rut back into it painfully slowly. "More than anything, I wish I could." One hand held you firmly by the hip, the other gripped the handle of a macabre sickle, made from sinew and flesh, but lacking any softness or warmth of those materials. The blade of it pressed teasingly into the supple back of your neck, slicing a few hairs in half. Ignoring your lusty pleas for his blade, Gyutaro refrained from actually causing you any harm. He'd hate to see such flawless skin permanently tainted.

"P-Please, my love," You implored, ming numb and seeking out nothing but his presence, and the painful pleasure only he could provide. "Stay by my side, keep me safe and I'll keep you happy!" You reasoned, chasing a dangerous high that would remain out of your reach so long as he refused to slice your skin. "I can keep you fed, and you can take me whenever you choose, in whatever way, just say you'll stay with me!"

Gyutaro's nails splintered against the bony snath of the sickle, your desperate words tearing at his sense of reason. He could be nearly content to hide away in your room for the rest of his days, like a monster in the closet, spending all his time eating unruly customers and fucking you to his heart's content but deep down, he knew it was a pipe dream. He could never abandon his sister, she was his whole reason for living, and nobody, not even you, who seemed to hold genuine love and care for him, could ever change that. Even if he decided that was the life he wanted for himself- that leaving Daki wouldn't bother him, he was still physically bound to her as the sixth Upper Moon.

"F-Fuck, I want to, I swear." He breathed through gritted teeth. "N-Nothing would make me happier," As he lamented to you his desires, his hips began to lose pace and rhythm, snapping into yourself erratically and without reason. He was chasing the same rabbit as you, only with the need to inflict pain rather than feel it.

"G-Gyutaro!" You cried, having long since abandoned your attempts to keep quiet, mouth now free of the silk that covered your futon, drool free to spill where it pleased. Your fellow courtesans of the Kyogoku house paid no mind to your sobs, knowing they had seen a rich man enter your room. If anything, they were jealous of the fun you seemed to be having. "Please, please, please..." You chanted dumbly, unable to spit the request off your bitten tongue.

"P-Please what, beauty? Use your words," He grunted, leaning down so close over your blood-stained back that his forehead could almost rest on your shoulder.

"F-Fuck me to death," You wept, tears streaming down your face, finally relieved to feel the blade of his sickle press harder into your throat. The sensation was short-lived, however, as he then drew away entirely.

"Please don't say such things," He pled, wrestling with his own bloodlust. "I-If you don't stop I might-"

"To be slain in the throws of passion by a creature as beautiful as you would be-!" You halted, teetering on the edge of a deadly climax. "Such an honor!" To your surprise and delight, you felt his hand leave your hip, tangling into a fistful of your hair, matting it with blood. His other hand reached your shoulder, pressing the blade of the sickle to your throat. The entire position felt deliciously obscene, even demonic in nature. You felt like a sacrifice and Gyutaro was your merciful god. "A-Ah, thank you!" You gushed as his hips began to move again, bottoming out fully with each thrust.

"I-I warned you, my sweet..." He grumbled, almost sadly. "I-I tried to warn you that I was dangerous but you just," He paused, snapping his emaciated hips against yours, no longer caring for how well you took the blow. "Won't," He paused again, punctuating his words with another harsh roll of the hip. "Fucking," Another one. "Listen..." And another.

You were in trouble now and you knew it, not that you cared. This is what you wanted from the start. This was what you asked for. Now you just had to lie in the bed you'd made, simple as that. "I won't show you any more mercy, it's obvious that you're just trying to make me hurt you. Is that what you want? For me to hurt you?"

You nodded drunkenly, whining in confirmation. "Y-Yes, Gyutaro, please hurt me!"

And then it happened, that sweet sting you'd been so impatiently waiting for. A sting that surely drew the smallest drops of blood across your unmarked throat. The point of the sickle had barely slid across your skin, simply scratching the top layer, but it was enough. You'd spent entirely too long on the edge and this was just the thing to push out off into the abyss.

The prayer you screamed wasn't even intelligible, but Gyutaro understood it perfectly as if it were a secret language that only the two of you knew. He didn't slow as you babbled his name, or what you could attempt of it. His grip on your hair never loosened, and the press of his blade to your lifeline never relented, not until he was satisfied. Even after the climax gave way to overwhelming sensitivity, you never tried to get away from him. You were hellbent on behaving for your favorite 'client'.

"F-Fuck, so good, ahh..." His moans became needier, as he reached the summit, thrusts becoming shallow and breakneck fast, keeping himself buried as deeply in you as possible while still maintaining friction. "Fuck, gonna-!" He warned, both hands releasing their grip as his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a terribly uncomfortable hug. You knew his sickle was out of his reach when it fell beside your hand on the futon with a soft thud. His hips began to falter as he pumped into you, holding you close to his chest, your discomfort in the odd position far from his mind.

You were content with the ache of being stretched backward, knowing he was so close to his end. You reached your hands up, cradling his temples, stroking his hair, and cooing softly to him in broken words. "P-Please, Gyutaro, cum for me," You encouraged, relishing in his sudden need for sweetness. "Please, you deserve it, cum inside, don't waste a single drop. You've earned it, my love."

With a few flexes of your abdominal muscles, you milked him, sending him over the edge almost immediately. "A-Ah, God, fuck!" He whimpered, feeling his seed spill into your warmth as he chanted shallow praises in your ear. "So fuckin' pretty, shit, can't believe you let me cum inside this perfect pussy, oh my God-" You simply fell limp in his arms, exhausted and happy that you were able to provide him any sort of relief from the hard life you were sure he'd had. "Love you, fuck, I love you so much..."

The words caught you off guard, and you wondered if he meant them. It wasn't uncommon for you to hear confessions like this post-orgasm, but none that you'd received ever felt so genuine. You breathed out a weak laugh, shifting in his arms so you both could lay down, you on your tummy again and him ontop of you. Maybe you wanted this one to be real- to mean something. Maybe you felt similarly.

"Will I ever see you again?" You asked, lacing your fingers with his as he threatened to fall asleep on your shoulder.

"Do you...want to?" Gyutaro asked, almost taken aback. "I didn't think you meant all that stuff about me staying..."

"Of course I did, and I still do..." You admitted sleepily, yawning as if to emphisize the point. "Will you?"

The bond that you'd both forged was undeniably strong, but couldn't break the one he shared with Daki. Though it did convince him to divulge more information to you than he probably should have. "I-I can't..."

"Oh," You responded sadly. Disappointment was an understatement. You wanted to feel angry, but you couldn't. Your heart ached for the fact that the one man who had treated you like a human since you began working at the Kyogoku house wasn't even human at all, and even worse, he intended to leave you just like every other man did.

"P-Please hear me out, I beg of you," He stammered, shaking off his drowsiness for the moment. "Promise me you will never speak a word of me or what I'm about to tell you to anyone."

"I promise," You agreed, rolling over as he did the same so that he could look into your eyes, displaying all the conviction he had.

With a deep breath, he explained everything, only leaving out the one man he couldn't name. He was sure that if you were begging him to stay, surely, you could be trusted as a confidant.

"I am not the only demon in this district," He confessed, eyes darting away, as if to avoid potentially seeing your face contort with fear. "M-My sister is also a very powerful one and together, we rank very highly among a sacred group of elite demons known as the Twelve Kizuki." You simply nodded, unable to discern if he was being honest or not. "You are actually very familiar with her, and I'm sorry for that, I'm sure she's been especially unkind to you in the past." You could tell he was stalling revealing the identity of this woman and you laid a reassuring hand on top of his.

"What is her name?" You asked, humoring him and proving that you were listening.

"To me, her name is Ume," He answered almost sadly. "Her current name is Daki, but you know her as Warabihime."

Your content smile immediately dropped and your blood ran cold, recalling all the experiences you'd had with the ruthless woman. "Y-You mean to tell me... your sister is..." You swallowed thickly. "O-Oiran Warabihime?"

Gyutaro nodded hesitantly, understanding your fear. He knew all too well how Daki could be, especially towards other women. "I-I'm sorry, I'll understand if you don't want to see me again. Just please know that I'll ensure she treats you better from now on."

You thought on it for a moment before sighing. More than anything, you wanted to explore the possibility of being with him, no matter the risk. "Does that mean you live in Kyogoku house?" You asked with a brave smile, making his heart skip a bit.

"In a way, yes." He answered with a gulp before continuing. "My entire life is solely dedicated to looking after my sister, to ensure that, I-I... I live inside her." You eyed him cautiously but gave him room to explain. "We share the same rank, body, and bond. Though I'd never leave her for anything, we can't be physically separated for long."

"That is why you cannot stay..." You realized aloud. "I see..."

"Yes," He breathed, relieved that you understood, collecting your hands in his. "Please believe me when I say, my desire to stay with you eternally is only trumped by my oath to protect my sister. If I could possibly have both, I would find a way to in a heartbeat."

You smiled at him, that same overly sweet smile that gave him chills every time you flashed it. "Then we will find a way." You drank in his expression, shocked but so smitten. "I will befriend your sister if it is the last thing I do, I will make myself indispensable to the house. I will ensure that I stay within it's walls if you will do what you can to be with me."

"I-I can try." He accepts, a gentle, never-before-seen smile creeping onto his face. "I-I'll try to convince Daki to favor you above the other girls, and I'll try to visit you as often as I can."

"That, and your love and protection are all I ask for, darling." You cooed, pulling him closer into your chest.

"You have it, beauty," He answered, content in your arms. "I-I do love you, I meant that."

You stiffen for a moment, eyes widen before softening exponentially more. "And I love you."

[saberlibrary]

Breaking up ft. Satoru Gojo

Day 13 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you break up with your partner a few weeks prior christmas.

word count — 1.2k

content — hurt/comfort, gojo is emotionally constipated but he’s trying ok, lowercase intended

notes — today was supposed to be obito’s fic but i wrote this one first because im kinda… going thru the same thing lol. enjoy <3

everything feels out of place as you lay in bed trying to place together pieces of an unfinished puzzle.

two weeks have passed since the last time you and gojo spoke to each other. two weeks since you broke up with him, leaving a part of your heart behind.

you know you have to move on, but it’s hard when you have years of friendship and a one-year-long relationship weighing on your back. you look back to all the efforts you put into it and, foremost, you can’t completely let him go.

you always knew about gojo’s personality, in fact, you fell in love with it. but it became unsustainable when you were the one doing everything while he sat back and watched.

you used to say to him, “you are a good person. you are the best person I’ve fallen for, like a window of light in the dark.” and never once you regretted those words. you made sure to repeat them to him during the breakup.

you truly believe satoru’s a good person, and he never intended to hurt you. what defined the fate of your relationship was his inconstancy, his fear of emotions.

gojo could shower you with kisses and “i love you”s for days, but they were always half-hearted and, whenever the conversation between the two of you took a deeper turn, he would instantly shut down.

become cold, even.

he also didn’t care much about life in general, talking about several topics and simply forgetting to ask simple questions like “how was your day?”

you knew he cared, but it didn’t feel like he did.

it killed you every time he’d disappear for an entire day, especially on days you weren’t okay, not even bothering to reply to your texts, and then replying with a mere “i was busy” – you knew it already, but a text would be nice.

and to match his emotionless self, you were the embodiment of intensity.

you tried to crack up his shell, always paying attention to what he said and remembering it. you dove head first into every interest he had, and supported him in every choice he made.

you cared, you asked and, mostly, you talked.

multiple times, you tried to express how you felt, how you wish he could open up more and maybe just regard you a little more – a few texts not to worry you wouldn’t hurt. gojo said he was like that, but that he would try to be better.

what mined your relationship was that lie.

because he never even tried.

and after another month of dealing with all of that, with not feeling wanted enough, cared enough, you decided to end everything.

you can’t lie a little part of you hoped he would fight for you, ask for you to stay. but as you watched distress filling his eyes, all he could muster was, “i’m really sorry i couldn’t be better.”

and you lost everything you thought you had.

you blink away your tears, trying to escape from your painful thoughts, and get up from the bed – it’s past seven now and you need to start getting ready for a christmas party at one of your friends’ house.

you need to move on.

after taking a quick shower, you put on the red dress you’ve decided to wear – a dress that gojo bought for you months before – before starting to do your makeup.

this is when your doorbell rings.

you frown, “who is it?” you yell as you make your way toward the door, but there’s no time for an answer before you open it.

you almost close it again when you see your ex-boyfriend standing there, but you don’t. you know you need to be mature about this situation, even if seeing him makes all the walls you’ve been building crumble down.

it hurts.

“gojo.”

you don’t look him in the eye, focusing on his christmas sweater instead. funnily, the one you gave him a year ago.

“can i come in? it’s freezing outside.”

if you looked into his eyes, though, you would see the big blue bag under them. you would see how faded his blue irises are, and how fucking anxious satoru is.

you don’t ask further questions, letting him into the house he knows all too well before you close the door. he follows you like a lost puppy, and keeps standing when you sit on the couch.

“you look gorgeous,” he compliments meekly.

“thank you. what do you want?” it takes all of you to not start crying right then and there, but you know you have to be firm.

“i want you back.”

satoru doesn’t beat around the bush, and the silence that follows is so loud it can be heard. you feel your heart beating in an insane rhythm, and your head spins.

“gojo, you can’t–”

“you were right. you are right. about everything,” he interrupts you. “i was a boy, and for that i’m sorry. i acted like you had to keep up with my shit, like you would always be there, and i’m sorry for that too,” gojo speaks so fast you can barely keep up with him, like he’s going to die if he doesn’t say those words. “i thought i couldn’t change, i thought i didn’t have to. because it is easier to live the way i live, but… it is much harder to live without you.”

“gojo–”

again, he doesn’t let you speak, “don’t call me that. please, don’t call me that,” gojo drops on his knees in front of you and grabs your hand. “call me satoru, toru, baby, love for all i care. just not gojo. i’ve been miserable without you, i never thought a person could get so miserable,” his voice cracks, pulling your hand towards his face in a desperate attempt to be comforted. “i promise you i will do better, i will pay attention, text you all the time, tell you all about my past and what made me who i am, scream through my pain for what’s worth. just take me back, please.”

you are so deeply in shock that it takes you a while to register the tears falling down his face, his eyes closed as he expects the worst.

all it takes is for your thumb to caress his cheek softly, and satoru sobs. you grab his face with both of your hands, cleaning his teardrops as your own fall, and you gently kiss his forehead.

it kills you to see him like that, but at the same time it gives you a reason to live to know that he’s willing to try. for you.

you kiss his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips.

satoru whimpers, pulling you into an embrace so strong you’re afraid he’ll never let go.

“toru,” you say when you part your lips and bury your face in his neck, feeling his scent. “everything’s okay now. i’m here, i’ll take care of you.”

“missed you so much, i’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“i missed you, too,” you confess, finally looking into his eyes and frowning when you notice he hasn't slept. “what’s past is past, we’ll be okay. but i guess we should just sleep a bit, hm? it was one hell of a ride.”

“sleep together, right?”

he sounds so clingy, you chuckle lightly.

“yes, toru. together.”

[thesakuragarnet]

The Nightmare (Reverse Comfort Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions.

Tags: Dabi X Fem!Reader, Reverse Comfort, Second Person POV, light angst, bl00d, kissing, cuddling, established relationship, swearing

Word Count: 1,291 words

Tumblr Original <3

Touya Todoroki shrieks, pulling at his hair as he wakes up in an overwhelming fit, overheating and crying...or at least, crying as much as he can with burnt tear ducts. He grits his teeth so hard he’s worried they might crack. His fingernails catch on the scars under his eyes as he claws at his face, wincing as a small yelp of pain bursts from his lips as fresh blood streaks down, sullying the staples that should’ve been cleaned earlier in the week. Truthfully, he couldn’t feel a thing…physically…the small noise of agony was rooted in his heart. He hadn’t been doing well whatsoever; ever since the number one hero spot was just handed to Endeavor after everything he’d put them through…everything he’d painstakingly carved into Touya’s heart, Dabi couldn’t take it. It wasn’t fucking fair. None of it was fair. It proved that hard work meant nothing. All the training on the mountain…burning himself…hurting himself just to prove he was worth a shit. It meant nothing. It was all for nothing. 

Dabi’s outburst causes you to stir in the bed beside him, your vision blurred from heavy sleep, but you can make out Dabi’s form in the darkness, sitting up, hands raking through his hair. You can feel the bed getting warmer…the heat emanating from his body as his Quirk feeds into his emotions. 

“Dabi?” You yawn, rubbing your eyes as you try to sit up. “Are you okay?”

“I’M NOT CRYING!” He shouts angrily, whirling around, making you flinch at the roughness and desperation in his tone. His eyes widen when he watches you shrink back, blood pouring even more down his face as he starts swearing at himself. You know he has anger issues, but this is the first time he’s lashed out at you. His eyes are distant, brilliant turquoise glazed over, and the familiar smell of burning flesh permeates the air as thin plumes of flame begin to slide out of the left side of his face. 

“Dabi, you’re burning up,” You mutter, your tone hinting at your panic. 

He seems dissociated for a minute, acting confused…as if he doesn’t know his own name. He blinks before registering the dull burning sensation that he can barely even feel at this point. He barely registers that the side of his face caught fire. 

“Shit,” He grunts, the corners of his eyes scrunching and his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in a shuddering breath. Ignoring his obvious breakdown, you get on your knees and approach. Your Quirk is Fireproof; it’s one of the main reasons you and Dabi had learned to click so much. You were the only one that could quell his flames. Tentatively, you cup the side of his face, pressing your palm into his skin and snuffing out the azure fire instantly. He closes his eyes, shoulders rolling, breaths staggered and shaking as his chest rises and falls. Your hand moves to run through his tangled black hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp, hoping to ground him in some way. Your heart twists at the rivulets of blood seeping down his face, staining the sheets beneath him as it drips down his chin. You can’t stand seeing him so broken like this…especially when he puts up that cold and callous front all the time. It’s such a stark contrast to the persona you’re used to. 

“It’s okay…I’m right here,” You whisper softly, aware of how silly it might sound. Silliness aside, Dabi takes another deep breath, deliberate and slow, as if he’s breathing you in. His hands drop, shaking as he tentatively wraps his arms around you, burying his face into the top of your head. He mumbles something that sounds halfway between a curse and an apology. 

“Can I ask what’s wrong?” You tentatively mumble, and Dabi’s hold on you tightens, his fingernails slightly digging into the fabric of your sleep shirt, just barely grazing your skin. He pulls back.

“Nightmare,” Dabi admits after a brief moment of silence, the word tasting sour on his tongue. A nightmare rooted in memories was the real truth, but he wasn’t ready to disclose that. You gently wipe the blood off his face with your fingers, cradling his jaw in your palms as his cerulean eyes glow at you in the darkness. You decide not to pressure him any further, letting the tense quiet wash over you as you hold each other. His arms are still firmly wrapped around you, eyes flickering from in the moment to staring far away. 

“You wanna go back to sleep?” You yawn, well aware that it’s the middle of the night. Dabi simply shrugs, sniffling. Another beat of silence passes between you two. Carefully, your arms fall, draping around his neck in a gentle hug, awkward but tender. Gradually, Dabi softens in your embrace, melting toward you, body heavy and heart sinking as he lets his exhaustion settle inside him. 

“C’mon,” You whisper, gently falling backward onto the mattress, Dabi’s full weight resting on top of you, arms still vice-gripping your body as he hides his face in your shoulder. Your hands explore further, delicately rubbing his back, being careful not to catch on any staples. Dabi sighs, heavy with unspoken sorrow. It makes your heart pang…you wish he gave you more leeway into his psyche. You so desperately wish you could help him…not fix him. He didn’t need to be fixed; he wasn’t some broken toy that you sought to change. But it was clear that he desperately needed to heal from something…something that was gnawing at his insides until it bled raw. Either way, you were going to stay by his side. You’d already made your decision. You were in love…embarrassingly enough, and, as far as you were concerned, so was Dabi. 

You listen to the sounds of his breathing, intense and quivering, feeling the pressure of his chest expanding against yours. His breaths seem to calm the longer you trace your fingers along the length of his back, grounding him and tethering him to you…to the world…to his world. 

“I love you…I don’t want you to think I don’t…I…I don’t know why I freaked out on you,” Dabi speaks, his raspy voice barely audible, straining as if he’s having to force the words out…as if he’s speaking against his will. 

“I love you, too. It’s alright,” You smile solemnly, turning your head to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He goes stiff when your lips connect with the thin strip of healthy flesh on his cheek, a shiver rolling down his spine before he relaxes once again. Dabi pushes himself up , looking down into your eyes before sweetly connecting your lips. You don’t cringe when you faintly taste the blood. You were used to it at this point. Dabi could keep up the charade that he was a monster, but you knew better…or at least…you were starting to. You were beginning to chip away at the harsh facade. You saw a side of him no one else got to see. The broad smiles. The light in his eyes and the ecstatic repetitive tapping of his feet when he got excited. He let the facade slip around you…but no one else. 

Dabi keeps kissing you, one of his calloused hands brushing against your cheek, the cold staples in his wrist sending a shock through you. Finally, you separate, taking careful note of the way the corners of his mouth just barely twitch upward. 

“I’ll be right here,” You promise as Dabi rests on his side beside you, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. You bring him in to cuddle, draping an arm over his shoulder as he hides his face in your chest. 

“Goodnight, Dabi.”

"Goodnight."

[chaengluva]

Birthday

Regina x Fem!Reader: 1.5k Words Masterlist

Requested: Yes/No: Send Requests!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Regina George was panicking.

She had to last a whole day pretending that she forgot about your birthday then rush home without you, set up everything, invite everyone over, then convince you to come over to her house, she knew it was going to be hard especially pretending to forget, she told everyone else to pretend that they forget too, which she will know will be hard for you but it will be worth it by night time.

Meanwhile, at your house, you woke up happily because you knew it was your birthday and you couldn't wait to see your girlfriend, you excitingly got out of bed and changed into light wash denim jeans a pink tank top and a black leather jacket, well it was really Regina's but she hasn't noticed.

You happily walk downstairs and you're instantly greeted by your parents,  "Happy Birthday!" They both say, giving you a hug, "I can't believe you're 18 already!" Your Mom says, pulling away from the hug, "Time flies." Your Dad smiles, they both tell you to sit on the couch then leave, a few minutes later they come back holding a few presents. You take the card first,  smiling while reading the whole thing. 

After you read the card you place it down and pick up one of your presents, you take a small box and carefully open it, your eyes go wide when you see it's from Tiffany and Co, you open the box and gasp at the beautiful necklace inside, "Thank you so much!" You smile, your parents smile back at you, taking a few pictures.

You open almost everything, all except for one present, your Mom said that you have to open that one later which leaves you a bit curious. You go to the kitchen, getting some breakfast. "Got any plans tonight?" Your Dad as you eat your cereal. You nod your head smiling, "Yeah, Regina and I have a date." Your Dad smirks slightly, "Well have fun!" You smile at his excitement, you put your dirty bowl in the dishwasher then rush outside to the car with your Mom, she usually drops you to school on her way to work. 

"Have a good day baby!" Your Mom says, you smile back at her, opening the door then walking into school, it was tiring walking around the whole school before you finally found your girlfriend, she was sitting with her friends Gretchen and Karen, they were talking their asses off, as they always do. You happily sat next to Regina, smiling when you saw how her eyes lit up when she saw you. 

"Hi baby." She smiled, pulling you in for a kiss, you smiled back at her, waiting for her to say something but it never came, the silence was loud and Regina knew she would accidently say something so she changed the topic. "Is that my jacket?!" She asked, with a jokey hint of annoyance. You smiled proudly, nodding your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, "Yeah." 

There was another moment of silence, but this one lasted longer, it lasted until the bell rang and you were starting to get annoyed. When the bell rang you got up and headed to home room without a word, Regina sighed, looking at her friends, she was already feeling extremely guiltily, "Regina, It's okay, It's gonna be worth it." Gretchen told her, giving Regina some comfort.

 Thinking that your girlfriend had forgotten your birthday mad you feel annoyed and sad but it didn't help that no one else remembered, the whole feeling made you space out in each class and you didn't hear the bell ring for lunch. "Y/n!" You heard someone yell loudly, you look up and see Janis, waving her hand in front of you. You smile at her, grabbing your stuff and leaving the classroom without another word. 

You see your girlfriend and her friends sitting at their unassigned assigned table, you hope that she had remembered by now so you grab your tray of food and  walk towards the table, but hope is all drained out when you hear what they were talking about. "We can do it tonight." You hear Karen say, "Tonight?" You question, sitting down on the table Regina looks into your eyes, smiling before saying, "Me and the girls are doing a project tonight." Pulling you in for a kiss right after, you quickly pull away, "But I thought we were hanging out tonight." Regina giggles slightly, "Why would you assume that?"

You look down, playing with your fingers, "Oh. No reason." You say sadly, Regina just goes to to talk with Gretchen and Regina while all you feel is empty inside, you want to get up and leave but your body doesn't let you, for the whole lunch you sit there, you don't even touch your food. When the bell rings, once again you get up without a word, when your out of sight Regina let's out a huge sigh of relief , knowing she's got past the hardest part. 

The rest of the day felt like a blur to you, the only thing that you felt like doing was going home and crying, the fact that no one remembered your birthday expect for your parents broke your heart. As soon as the last period bell rang, you rushed out of the school making sure not to even interact with Regina, you saw her and her friends outside by her car which made you roll your eyes, you hoped on the bus, putting your headphones in and then headed home. 

When you got home you fell on your bed you wanted to cry to hard but the tears never fell, you remember that you went all out for Regina's 18th birthday, but she can't even remember yours. The bedroom door opened at your Dad gasped in shock, "I thought you were going out.." He started, sympathy in his voice. "Yeah I did too, but Regina didn't remember my birthday." He sighed sadly, "I'm sorry baby, do you want to have some cake with your mother and I?" You shake your head, "I'm not really in the mood right now."

He nods, closing the door then walking downstairs, smiling at your Mom, knowing that you had no idea what was going on, yes, Regina got your parents in on it, so they knew Regina didn't actually forget.  A few minutes after  your dad left you felt your phone vibrating, you pulled it out and rolled your eyes seeing it was from Regina, but there was small hope in you that she finally remembered, so you answer. "Hi Gina." you smile. 

"Hi Princess." She says, making you blush, as mad as you are at her, she still has an effect on you. "Anyway so me and the girls want to go out, I need the jacket for my outfit so could you please drop it off." You sigh sadly, you had your hopes way to high, "Oh. Um. Yeah sure."  You say, quickly hanging up before she could say anything. 

You grab your keys then go downstairs, you tell your parents that you're going to Regina's to drop off something, they nod with slight smiles on their faces. You get to her house and walk up the stairs, you ring the door bell and just wait for her to answer. After what felt like hours, she opens the door, "Thanks baby." She smiles, kissing your lips, but you don't kiss back, you look behind her and see that it's very dark inside, you're curious so you step inside making Regina smirk and close the door behind you. 

For a few seconds it's quiet but then the lights turn on and everyone jumps out, all your friends and family were there and you had the best reaction on your face, the whole house was decorated and a few minutes later your parents walked in. "You'd really think I'd forget princess?" Regina asks, wrapping her arms around your waist, you giggle, she gives you a bag, you open it up and gasp seeing the prettiest dress inside. "Go and get changed baby." 

You rush on upstairs to her room, getting changed quickly, everyone goes quiet when you walk downstairs, you look breath-taking, Regina takes your hand and pulls you over to the couch, pulling out the gift that your parents had earlier, the one they said you had to open later, "Your Mom made this for you." 

You open the present, you smile brightly seeing that it's a photobook of all your years, you slowly go through it and Regina takes a few photos so she has them to keep, she smiles seeing when she started to come in, which was when you were about 14, the two of you were so young and clueless of where you would be today.

The party was amazing, Regina got you so many expensive and heartfelt gifts, you also got a few gifts from the other guests, when everyone left, you and Regina went up to her room, you change into her hoodie and sweats then jump on the bed. Regina gets on the bed, placing a hand under the hoodie you a wearing, touching your bare waist. She leans in, lips close hover above your hear, "Ready for your last present baby?" 

-

[frankenkyle19]

🌼Touched By A Zombie🌼

Request

word count: 878

warnings: a bit of suggestive touching (Kyle doesn’t understand the difference)

Kyle had many different ways he showed his affection. Especially towards you. Grabbing, squeezing, holding and even biting. When he couldn’t find words, his hands told you exactly what they wanted. You. Comfort. He was constantly touching you in one way or another because he needed to feel that security. To know you were right there.

The first day he bit down on your neck you were very very surprised. You were holding his hand, carefully rubbing your thumb across his knuckles when he leaned into you, letting his lips trail across your neck before they bite down. He did bite hard enough to leave a mark, but not too hard that it drew blood. 

It had scared you for a moment before you realized that he was doing it for affection. He had so much love inside of him for you that this was the only way (he thought) to get it out. 

He also always had to have his hands on you. On your waist, around your neck, on your shoulder, even sometimes your bum. Kyle had no ulterior motive for these touches even if some would see them as sexual. Sure, he did enjoy those special times he got to spend with you, but he truly could not tell the difference it made where he put his hands. 

He always liked to hook his thumbs into the loops on your jeans and stay close to you, following like a small child following their mother in a grocery store.

Wherever you were, Kyle was too.

It had been quite hard to teach Kyle boundaries. That sometimes you needed a break. He did learn though, you taught him that when you needed space he could go outside or even play a game on the tablet. 

Kyle always made sure it was known that you were his. He didn’t share you with anyone. If someone looked at you even a bit too long, he was pulling you closer and pressing kisses across the expanse of your shoulders.

He also loves to squeeze your hips and any fat you had there. The more the better in his opinion. He loved having your body to knead in his hands. He literally spends hours just holding you.

You’d been trying to teach him when and where he was allowed to touch you. That sometimes it wasn’t exactly appropriate. He’d whine and huff, mumbling out a complaint. Why couldn’t he touch his girl? 

“Mnghh- h-h-holdddd” he’d groan, hands reaching for you. You’d end up giving up and letting him do as he pleased but over time, he did manage to learn some decency.

Another thing he loved was for you to sit in his lap. He loved holding you and if you were even thinking of sitting down, it better be in his lap. The weight of you against him instantly relaxed him. Like a human shaped weighted blanket. He’d play with your hair as you sat atop his lap, a low hum coming from his chest, which he did when he was very happy.

You did practically everything together. Eat. Sleep. Shower (because Kyle is scared of showers and the water pressure, you found out,) if you’re doing something, Kyle is going to find a way to be included in it. 

While at times he could be so rough, and his fine motor skills struggled, hands a bit rougher than they might normally be. The more used to his new body he got, the better his motor skills got. Soon enough he was playing with your hair and trying to make elaborate hairstyles. (Which turned out quite bad but you wore them anyway because your sweet Kyle had done it)

He also always wanted to wash your hair whenever you two would shower together. Unlike some people, Kyle acted no different around you clothed or nude. You could be stark naked in front of him and he would just smile and hug you. He didn’t mind nor care at all. 

Now one of the things he did that was a bit more risky than the rest of his touches was when he would squeeze your bum or your breasts. They were basically his stress balls. Why were they there if he wasn’t allowed to squeeze them? This was more reserved for when you two are alone, but he always tries to sneak and squeeze your butt when you’re in public. You never have it in you to scold him, his face gets him out of trouble all the time.

Overall, once he is more accustomed to being alive again, he’s perfect. Sometimes he has the occasional outbursts, but he’s so sweet every other second of the day. He was everything you could ever ask for. He thought the same about you. How was he so lucky to end up with you? That’s what went through his foggy brain whenever he laid eyes on you (when does he ever take them off of you to begin with?) His.

His his his. Like a mantra stuck in his head. Yours and no one else’s. And the same went for him. He never ever thought of anyone else the way he thought of you. He loved you more than any words could ever explain.

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

// Why do you like Ragatha

(Unleash it. Type out the essay.)

// ... the essay warning tag really is going to apply here ^^

ragatha became my favorite character almost instantly the moment she appeared on screen . like i could remember even around the teaser for the show i was pretty fond of her , though i could chalk that up to me liking Any design that is remotely based off raggedy ann

she perfectly fits that oddly specific character type only I love , which is 'grown woman keeps failing no matter how hard she tries and it's marvelous to witness' , like i'm not sure how to explain it too well - she's not really a girlfail or a girlboss in my eyes ... she just . never wins ! and i love that , please keep fucking losing ragatha the amazing digital circus

to break it down , what's apparent in her approximately less than 7 minutes of screentime is that she's a goofy goober who's essentially the voice of reason . she's not emotional like gangle , unreliable like jax and zooble , or out of her mind like kinger . she was essentially the only one who tried to ease pomni into the circus instead of hard-hitting her with the reality as if that won't make her abstract on the spot . it's clear through her interactions with the other characters and how she talks to pomni that she acts like the Pillar of the group , with how compliant she is with caine's adventures and has a comforting presence .

the problem is ... that all of those 'positive' traits are ... Detrimental to her own wellbeing . like i'm sure a part of her positivity is genuine , but her optimism clearly hinges into toxic positivity and her selflessness is taken to the point of people-pleasing and neglecting her own needs . it's clear that she sees her own emotions as a burden that she doesn't want to put on other people .

and . she's dishonest . my girl is dishonest . she often brushes off things as not being as bad as they actually are , she picks her words to cause less conflict as possible , and it doesn't seem like anyone else is aware of her internal turmoil ... even when she's in Literal Pain she still brushes it off as being okay - and she stayed quiet instead of telling pomni that she's upset .

which is ... hilarious . there's just something about nice characters that tell the most lies to me . bonus points if it seems like they're the one who tells the most truths out of the entire group . everything about ragatha is Dishonest .

and it's funny yet again that these Really don't help her at all ! i think it's clear just from promotional material to the pilot that ragatha is meant to be a punching bag . her teaser shows a cleaver Being Thrown At Her , was tripped by jax and Literally Most Of Her Screentime In the Pilot Is Being In Pain , and that's not counting gooseworx's doodles . my girl's fucking Losing .

and it fits her avatar well since she's a Rag Doll ... she's basically never meant to win from the start . she was never the main character .

it interests me so much on how all of these will be taken in the full series since they're all very interesting setups , especially for the setting that the story is set in . i just need to see more of my girl and i wish that a lot of her content isn't limited to ship art . you guys do not understand how desperate i am to see content of ragatha interacting with either caine or zooble . i am Not normal about them .

also i want to kiss her on the mouth //

[henrioo]

I hope the following request isn't too much to ask:

Can I please have a Law x trans!male!reader story with hurt and comfort?

Plot: Reader's binder accidentally got put in the dryer and is ruined now. Reader therefore has a crisis and doesn't want to leave his room anymore. Law is extremely worried about his boyfriend.

Thank you very much in advance! 💙

°•*⁀➷ ANYTHING FOR YOU: LAW

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "When your binder is ruined the only person you know that will always be at your side to help you is Law, your boyfriend"

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRIGGERING TOPICS!!! TRANS MALE READER!! THE READER DOESN'T HAVE A TOP SURGERY!! MENTIONS TO GENDER DYSPHORIA CRISIS, ANXIETY CRISIS, SENSITIVE TRANS TOPICS

꒰ WC ꒱ : 4k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Me just delivering a ask after months? Nha... I would never... Hm... Well, then enjoy! I really loved writing this one, besides I have some blocks in some parts so take several days to really finish the story, but I hope you like! Thanks for making a ask with me and sorry for the delay! :D

Law knew it was time to stop working when he blinked his eyes and in the next moment all he could feel was his head hitting the wooden desk in his office. He yawned as he stretched, his muscles were all sore and his body was extremely tired from hours of working without a break, he knew that now not only did his body need a rest, but his mind as well.

All he wanted was to drink some tea and lay on top of you wrapped in soft blankets, being able to sleep for hours on end listening only to the sound of the ocean while you stroked his hair. A smile instantly appeared on his face. Law might be a man known for his rigidity and even for being extremely rude, but when it came to you — his boyfriend — things were very different. Law could never yell at you, much less be rude or aggressive, even when you did something that irritated him the most you would get would be a worried lecture instead of pure anger.

He couldn't help it, after years of having everything he loved taken away from him, he became extremely paranoid that every night with you could be his last. Determined to never again regret not saying or expressing enough to the one he loves — especially when he entered into a serious relationship with you — he worked hard so that he could make it obvious with every word, action or even a look that he loved you deeply and would do anything for your happiness.

Even if he didn't like to show it publicly, it wasn't too difficult to figure out that he had an extremely soft spot for you.

Soon he was walking through Polar Tang, determined to get to the room you shared and simply sleep until they reached dry land. However, he was stopped when he found Penguin and Sachi fighting right in front of the room, they had extremely worried and nervous faces and seemed to be arguing about something very intensely. They had done something wrong. Law had lived with and been captain of these two for enough years to be sure of that.

“What did you two do now?” He said and his voice was probably more hoarse and scary due to tiredness.

"Captain!" Penguin squeaked in terror at the sight of the man and they both looked as white as the polar bear that sailed with them.

“What did you do wrong?” He raised an eyebrow, getting angrier by the second. Now was not the time Law wanted to spend dealing with those two, all he needed was a hug from his boyfriend, not two crew members who were always getting into trouble.

"Wrong? Haha, who did something wrong? Nobody did anything wrong! Pfff, everything is fine, very fine… extremely fine” Sachi said, giving the biggest smile he could while laughing so nervously that he looked like he might faint at any minute.

Law decided he wasn't going to deal with that now. Regardless of what they had done, he would find out after resting, so he just walked past the two and approached the door, trying to open it to find his objective. The problem was that the door was locked, which was strange since you never locked your room without Law being in there with you. Getting a little worried, he knocked on the door a few times trying to figure out if something was wrong.

“(Y/N)-ya? You are here? Can I enter?" He asked, maybe you were just changing your clothes. Law knew it was still difficult for you to do this in front of him regardless of how long you had been together.

The silence was making him increasingly nervous, when he called your name again — a little louder this time — he was greeted by you screaming.

"GO AWAY! I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANYONE!” Law could tell when you were crying from miles away, and that shaky voice as you screamed told him clearly that you had been crying for the last few hours at the very least.

"What?" He stuttered confused and worried “What’s wrong?” He asked, getting nervous.

“EVERYTHING IS WRONG! I'M WRONG! MY BODY IS WRONG! I HATE EVERYTHING! I HATE MY BODY! I HATE MYSELF! I HATE BEING BORN!” You screamed again, but this time a tearful scream was heard at the end. Your scream was so agonizing that Law felt his body shiver, now you were crying so loudly that it seemed like you were being attacked by someone.

Law's first thought was to use his devil fruit and force himself into that room, but he clenched his fists until he cut himself and forced himself to calm down. Taking a deep breath he quickly analyzed everything before making a wrong decision, if he forced his way into the room you would probably hate him for not respecting your privacy, besides, you hated being disturbed during your sensitive or crisis moments. As much as you needed support, you liked to calm down on your own first, crying and venting until your body got tired. So when you calm down a little, then you would allow other people to come and give you support so that you could remember that you were safe and loved.

So Law couldn't insist on helping you before making sure you were calm and ready to accept the help. That only left one last option: finding out what had triggered your crisis and finding some way to resolve it so that you could calm down more quickly. Of course, the trigger of a crisis wasn't always something that could be resolved, but most of the time a little logic always helped your brain calm down and decide better how to deal with your feelings. That's what he always tried to do, be your stable rock of logic when your feelings overwhelm you to the point where you're unable to think logically.

As soon as his mind calmed down enough, which wasn't particularly much, Law went in search of what had caused his crisis. And with that said he just turned with a death glare at Penguin and Sachi as his entire face silently said, “what the fuck did you two do this time?”

If the two men weren't panicking before, now they were feeling their life draining from their bodies. The two didn't even have saliva to swallow, and as Law glared at them deathly but silently they stared at each other trying to decide how to explain the situation in a way that wouldn't make their scary captain steal their hearts and throw them into the ocean and then use their bodies as a snack for the kings of the seas. After a silent debate and desperate tears, Penguin appeared to be the loser in the debate between who would be the first to sacrifice himself.

“W-Well… C-Captain, you see? Haha… Today… Well, today is laundry day… Right?” He stutters more than a girl going to confess for the first time and Law would have laughed mentally if he wasn't completely irate.

"And?" Law asked not understanding exactly where this could be going. Had they stained your shirt? Stolen underwear? In fact, these two possibilities were impossible, as everyone knew not to touch their clothes on wash day. There were two members who washed individual clothes, Law for valuing his privacy and Bepo for having too much hair and needing individual washing, when you quickly came out you became the third member. After all, everyone understood that someone touching your clothes could give you a crisis or paranoia, so you wouldn't need to be nervous about someone seeing something you shouldn't have. In the end, when you and Law started dating it got even better, as you started washing your clothes and his together.

"And huh... Today was Ikkaku's day to take care of it... but well, you know, we kind of made her take care of the clothes last time and she got really angry this time..." Sachi laughed nervously as he continued his friend's story.

“So she made you guys come out this time, right, what’s the problem?” Law could think of many possibilities, he just hoped no one had come out wearing pink clothes like the last incident.

“And it's kind of huh… We were like, you know… We took everything and just threw it into the machine… You know?” Penguin laughed again and now he was cowering and trying to use Sachi as a human shield.

"And?" As long as the uniforms weren't covered in Bepo's fur he couldn't imagine such a bad scenario.

“And we kind of took some of (Y/N)'s things by accident... Like his binder” Sachi gave a huge desperate smile as he silently begged his captain not to kill them.

“What the fuck did you guys do?!” Now all of Law's 'friendly' aura was gone. His face was serious and his voice couldn't control his anger, he felt his fist clenching as he became more nervous. Now things started to make sense about why you were so bad that you locked yourself in your room and even prevented your boyfriend from entering.

“It… shrank… a little” Sachi whimpered nervously seeing Law's anger “And it kind of… It doesn't fit anymore”.

Law stopped. His heart stopped beating and his head was dizzy, so that's what happened. It made so much sense now about the phrases you shouted and the way you acted.

It turns out that one of the things you admitted bothered you was your breasts, although Law called them pecs you still hadn't gotten used to it. You hated the size and hated even more that they made your shape very feminine, initially the surgeon offered the removal surgery, the famous top surgery — of course it wasn't something he had done before or had experience with — but Law liked to call himself one of the best surgeons in those seas for a reason, he studied what he did.

Of course, if he were to perform the surgery on you, he would study as much as possible and if you still didn't trust him, it wouldn't be difficult to find an island with a doctor specialized in this. Money wasn't a problem, your boyfriend would steal a king if that would buy something that would bring you happiness and comfort with your own body. The issue was that you didn't feel ready for surgery, it was an extreme change and you weren't taking enough hormones for it. In addition to being a very difficult recovery, you thought it would be difficult to have peace to recover when you were a pirate and sailed through dangerous seas.

You could be attacked at any time and you were incapacitated on the bed without being able to move your upper body. So for now you considered surgery to be out of the question.

Said that, you didn't give up, both Law and you wanted to find a solution to this issue that bothered you so much. It was when on an island you heard about them, it was a type of elastic top with a lot of compression that helped reduce the volume of the breasts, as well as giving them a masculine appearance. They were sold for all kinds of purposes, for women who had too many breasts, for people with chest problems... Or for men like you, who needed physical support to deal with some discomfort in their appearance.

Law did some research and he agreed that you could use it on the condition that he constantly checked you, as the band was really tight, you both agreed that you wouldn't use it for many hours a day, in addition to not using it to sleep, much less using it in battles. So if you were attacked immediately you should run away instead of trying to fight with something that could break your ribs. You were too happy to deny whatever condition your doctor boyfriend had, all you wanted was to experience it and feel comfortable in your body for the first time in a long time.

You would have the memory of that moment forever. When you put on your shirt and looked in the mirror, your chest was flat, no curves or feminine volume. Your chest was extremely straight and smooth like that of Law, Penguin, Sachi or any other man in the crew, it was smooth exactly like a man's chest.

After that day everything was like flowers, you followed Law's orders and could wear your headband for most of the day, walking around smiling without being insecure about your appearance. On the islands everyone could see that you were confident, you were confident in yourself. You even wore more clothes now, nicer clothes with fewer layers that used to feel like armor to protect yourself from possible judgmental looks. Trafalgar could thank the gods for how happy you were, the way you smiled and spoke and acted. You were even having more physical touch, letting Law lay on your chest when you used the binder or cuddling more knowing that your breasts wouldn't get in the way.

So knowing that your binder had been washed incorrectly and now made it unfit for use justified much of your actions. You had only bought one out of fear that you wouldn't adapt, and besides, you had already left the island for days and were even more days away from another island. Which meant you would be without the binder for days on end until they could dock and search again, even if they turned around now they wouldn't get to the last island quickly. Everything seemed perfect for you to continue with an unresolved crisis.

Breathe and inspire. Law calmed down a little and thought about what he could do, you might even be able to calm down, but you would still be fragile and sensitive because you were without his protection, without what made you feel capable of living with dignity. He needed to do something or you would go back to that dark, insecure bubble of not being able to validate yourself.

“You two” Law said looking at him deathly “Cleaning the ship for the next three months.”

"But!" Sachi was going to argue until his mouth was covered by Penguin's hands, who told him to shut up, probably grateful that they would only have to clean the submarine rather than be thrown overboard. Now it was time for Law to find a solution to his problem.

You felt bad for yelling at Law. You really did, if it was in another situation you would have immediately left to apologize and resolve the situation. However, at that moment it wasn't just any situation, you were having a panic attack and you couldn't even think logically, your head felt like a minefield where every second a bomb exploded right in front of you.

You had to fight and control yourself a lot to not do something bad to yourself, thanks to many “therapy” sessions with Law, you gradually learned to control yourself during crises so as to at least not hurt yourself physically. So you did exactly as he taught you, you screamed into the pillow, punched the bed mattress, threw the pillow from side to side, Las had even said that you could break the entire room if that could stop you from getting hurt.

You cried a lot, looked at yourself in the mirror to the point of screaming in anger and shrank in a ball thinking about never leaving the room again. When his body started to feel tired and even more nervous after yelling at Law, you slipped into his clothes and lay down on the bed trying to calm down. Now you had woken up much better and without being panicked, who knew that sleeping could solve almost all problems, you decided it was time to look for your boyfriend and apologize for what happened earlier. Besides, of course, you obviously want a little comfort and want some kisses and hugs.

The problem was finding him, how was it possible for that tall man to get lost in such a small submarine? You looked in the control room, his office, the kitchen, even the dorms together! Damn! You were lucky everyone was asleep so you didn't need to be embarrassed about your swollen face and Law's baggy clothes, but now you kind of wished someone was awake so you could have help looking for him. How was it possible for him to disappear like that?!

Luckily giving up isn't in your blood, so you took another deep breath and thought about where Law could have gone if he wasn't in any of the main locations on the submarine. A little fear and insecurity at the thought that your boyfriend could have really been upset with you even crossed your mind, but you knew Law better than that, he would never do something like that and you would rather die with a false faith than doubt him. So as you thought more deeply about all the existing rooms you remembered the storage rooms, they were about three very small rooms where everyone kept various things that were not being used or that were useless for now.

There were some crew overalls in general sizes for new members, there was plenty of fabric and makeshift sewing supplies, there were some weapons if anyone wanted to learn how to fight, lots of books on geography or history of specific islands. Practically any trinket that no one really needed urgently was there, there was another storage room with really necessary and useful things, so now other small rooms were more of a trash deposit or mess room, call it what you want.

It didn't take long for you to get to them. The path was basically to the bottom of the ship where the repair and machine rooms were, then through a narrower and unused corridor you would reach the three rooms. Thinking about it, just considering the difficulty of getting there, it was pretty obvious why no one used those warehouses to store useful things, you couldn't blame the crew.

The first warehouse had a broken light and even in the darkness you didn't find Law, the last one seemed to have its door closed and there were even some boxes in front of it, so the obvious answer was the second warehouse which had its door open a little. . You opened the door completely and stuck your head inside while looking for your boyfriend, but the scene you found was definitely far from your expectations...

Law was sitting on the floor with a weak lamp near his lap, it seemed that that warehouse also had a broken light and he had improvised his light source, he was under a shelf and there were so many things around him that just looking you imagined how uncomfortable it was for Law's big body to be stuck in the middle of so much junk. He had a serious and focused face as he sewed something in his hands, there were some sewing supplies around him, needle balls, threads and pieces of fabric. The thing is, you've never seen Law sewing before and you were pretty sure that wasn't one of his hobbies.

“Law?” You called out to him worried, maybe that was the real Law? A soft boy who likes sewing and knitting? You laughed at the idea, but now you were curious to know what he was doing.

Law jumped when he heard your voice calling him, which made him hit his head on the shelf just above his head and also pierce his finger with the needle he had in his hand. He quickly cursed as he patted his sore head and placed his bleeding finger in his mouth, he lifted his head to curse whoever it was when he saw it was you. Immediately his eyes widened in surprise and shock, soon mixing with concern, you had left the room! He couldn't help but be more relieved seeing that you looked fine, even with your face swollen and red you had a simple smile which perhaps showed that you weren't so bad now. And well... he couldn't hold back the heat rising in his body and his red cheeks when he saw you wearing his clothes as pajamas, damn you were so cute...

“(y/n)-ya!” He exclaimed happily and considered getting up, but realized that was impossible in his current state. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? I can-” he decided he should get up and check you up, but as soon as he hit his head on the shelf again he fell into a sitting position and decided it was better to stay that way.

When you just laughed at his clumsy manner, Law felt like a teenager discovering his first crush, his heart was beating fast and his face was burning, damn you with all that power over him. When you calmed down you moved closer, kneeling as close to him as possible so that you were together side by side.

“I'm fine... I just overdid it a little, I ended up falling asleep I think...” you admitted a little embarrassed and guilty as you fixed a place for you to feel close to him amidst all the mess.

“You never exaggerate, we have no control over that” he said sincerely and in his eyes there was only empathy, making you remember again why you loved him so much. “I'm glad you managed to get some sleep, I didn't want to disturb you so I couldn't check if you were better afterwards…”

“I'm fine... I... I'm sorry... Sachi and Penguin must be very disappointed in me, I would understand if you three were angry” you sighed hugging your legs as you looked at him, in Law's view you looked perfect wearing his clothes, he would definitely make you repeat it later.

"What?!" He looked at you with an incredulous smile “Do you think they are disappointed or angry? In fact, they were worried that you would never forgive them for ruining your binder, besides, your reaction was completely consistent with the situation, don't cover yourself too much” he said, poking your forehead as a loving way of scolding.

"Really? I… I thought I overreacted, since it wasn't their fault” you sighed, but you already felt a little better.

“Yes it was” Law said with an irritated snort. “They never do things right when they have to, at least now they will be twice as careful if one day I allow them to take care of the clothes again” he said bitterly. “And I could never be mad at you, not even if you stole my heart and stepped on it.”

“I would never do that” you smiled at him.

“I know…” he said, smiling along and going back to sewing, you shifted your attention to his hands and what he was working on. It was a long strip of fabric with a skin tone somewhat similar to yours, although not quite. Law seemed to be sewing zippers into it, that piece was strangely familiar.

“What is that…” you asked, confused and curious.

“Your binder, we only bought one and it was ruined... I'll see tomorrow about going back to this island, but I don't know if we'll make it due to the distance” he sighed as he finished sewing “I'm not that good at it... But I tried to copy yours old, someone here must know how to sew better than me, but… I… I wanted to do this for you” he admitted with red cheeks as he handed you the strip of fabric that now looked extremely similar to your old binder.

Of course it wasn't perfect for numerous reasons, the size probably wasn't ideal, the tone of the fabric was also different and it wasn't the same fabric as your old binder. The elastic on the edges and the zipper were improvised, but hell, even if it was the worst thing ever sewn before it wouldn't be any less perfect in his eyes. There was something that your boyfriend had made with his own hands just to help you, he had done it because he understood your limits and discomforts, he understood that you needed that. And he really stepped out of his comfort zone doing something he wasn't used to just for you.

“(y/n)-ya?” He asked and only then did you snap out of your trance, you saw tears as you looked at your boyfriend. His face showed just everything you felt for Law, the purest and most genuine love possible.

“Thank you” you smiled “It’s perfect…”

Law smiled embarrassedly as he scratched the back of his head, he reached for your hand holding it lovingly, he caressed yours fingers as he felt his own heart calm down. You're okay, you were there with him and everything was okay.

“You are perfect… The perfect man and boyfriend” he admitted looking at you with love and you were sure you would never want to be anywhere else but with Law.

[makeyoumine69]

Till Death Do Us Part (Chapter Six)

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader; [no y/n]

SUMMARY: "If it ain't broke, don't fix it".

CONTAINS: Smut, masturbation (f&m), swearing, mild violence, abusive usage of phobias, obsessives & toxic behavior, sexual tension, love/hate, angst, gaslighting, mind manipulations.

WORDS: 5.2k

A/N: Hey guys! I'm still struggling with my health issues, but I'll try my best to keep up with the updates! I love you so much, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3].

Oh, great, now I have to explain everything to him.

You were taken aback by his sudden curiosity and accidentally burned your finger on the hot pan. Startled, you squealed and brought it to your lips to blow on it. "Uh, I..." You turned and noticed how close Bateman was standing to you—dangerously close. 

I should tell him everything, shouldn't I? 

You swallowed hard and went to the sink to put your finger under cold water. "When I got here after work to pack up my things..." You paused to take a deep breath. "The door was open, so that's how I got in. Then I saw a girl, who I think was a prostitute, going through your things. She had your Rolex and a few other things. I caught her in the act and asked her to leave your things and go away." As you talked, the line between Patrick's eyebrows became more and more visible. "After she left, I found you unconscious in your bedroom, naked and covered in...well, it looks like you had a good time with that girl." You tried to hide the sadness in your voice, but you were okay with failing if that's what it took. 

"You were teetering on the edge of life and death, Patrick. It was really lucky that I knew how to resuscitate people in that condition, but you scared me so much," and now you couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You were sobbing as you turned off the tap and grabbed a paper towel. "It's none of my business what you do with your life, especially now that our wedding is off. But I... I don't want you to..." you stammered, not daring to finish the sentence. "Never mind," you added, wiping away the tears. "I was just doing my job." With that, you opened the cupboard to get some plates for the pasta.

As you spoke, Patrick crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his brows. "Christ, what a bitch..." He muttered to himself, trying to remember what the prostitute he'd picked up even looked like. The man let out a sigh. "Well, maybe, but I don't even remember how the sex was, so it must not have been that amazing." He gave a dismissive wave with his hands. Then he paused when you mentioned that he'd almost died. He swallowed hard and ran his hand over the back of his neck. "Oh..." Patrick closed his eyes to try to remember. He had a vague recollection of discovering a baggie of an unknown substance in his closet. He let out a groan and ran his hand over his face. "Oh my God..." "He mumbled quietly to himself, shaking his head slowly. He frowned and then noticed you were crying, squinting slightly. Bateman wasn't as bothered by your tears this time, but he didn't offer any comfort. He cleared his throat and glanced down. "Well, my mother said we can't cancel the wedding. We'd have to go through with it." He paused, then continued, "I don't know why I said that... It just came out before I could stop myself." Maybe it was how you seemed to care about him that softened him…or the fact that you saved him.

When Patrick announced that he couldn't cancel the wedding, you were so shocked that you dropped the plate and it shattered into pieces with a loud crack.

FUCK! He's gonna kill me! 

Shaking, you swore to yourself and immediately crouched down to pick up the pieces until one of them cut your finger quite deeply, a trail of blood running down your hand almost instantly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll buy you another plate," you apologized, wrapping your injured finger in a paper towel, which soaked up your blood too quickly, but you didn't notice. "My mom... I gave her a call to let her know that it was all over. She likely called your mother and convinced her not to cancel anything. This is such a mess!" You pressed a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from crying, knowing that Bateman couldn't stand that kind of behavior. "I'll take care of it." You promised and went back to picking up the broken glass, ignoring the pain and the fact that you were bleeding.

Paralyzed, Patrick watched you drop the plate and his face twitched a little. He recalled purchasing the plate from Pottery Barn. It cost $75. He then watched as you cut yourself, pursing his lips in a gesture of disapproval. The man suddenly burst out laughing, amused by the absurdity of the situation. Bateman shook his head and tapped your back with his foot. "Ah, you're such a fucking mess..." He chuckled, then bent down and grabbed your arm gently but firmly enough to pull you up to your feet. "Why don't you go clean up in the bathroom? I'll take care of this."  Patrick pointed to the broken plate. "But you owe me 75 dollars, okay?" He took the broom from the closet nearby and started sweeping up the pieces. "Just give your mother a call and let her know about the change of plans." He spoke in a calm, collected manner.

$75? For the fucking plate? 

Frowning, you walked across the living room to your large medical kit, still open from the last time you used it to save Patrick from death. With true professionalism, you quickly cleaned your wound and wrapped the bandage around your finger. Then you sneaked into his bedroom, avoiding his eyes because you were so embarrassed, and picked up the phone to call your mother. That conversation shocked you, because the things she told you were something you really didn't want to happen so soon. Hanging up the phone, you sighed and put it down before returning to the kitchen where Patrick was already eating pasta—the sight stirred something warm in your heart, but you shook it off almost immediately. Approaching the kitchen island, you placed the money next to the Bateman's plate. "Here, $75," you said, leaning against the wall. "I called my mom, she said that...that our families want us to hurry up with the wedding." Rebecca closed her eyes and hugged herself. "I don't want to, Patrick, I'm not ready..."

The man tensed when he heard your voice and turned to you, noodles still hanging from his mouth. He covered his mouth with his hand as he ate, a little embarrassed, before taking the money. "Uh, thanks..." Patrick was about to compliment your cooking, but stopped himself. He cleared his throat and scratched his neck, looking away. "Well..." Bateman thought for a moment, then sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I...I can take some time off work and we can...I don't know...get to know each other better. "

You rubbed your eyes wearily, your heart skipping a beat at Bateman's suggestion that you spend some time together, as if it would help you get to know each other better. Although you were ready to refuse his offer, something stopped you, but you weren't sure what it was? Your true feelings for him? Or maybe you were so tired from your work at the hospital and your studies that you just wanted to relax a bit. "That's... that's not a bad idea," you finally said and went to the kitchen to get a plate, and this time you even managed not to break it. "Remember when we were kids, we used to hang out at your family's summer house in Newport?" you asked, opening the pot to get some spaghetti. "I wish I could spend some time there again, it's such a fascinating place," you considered sitting next to Bateman, but then changed your mind and decided to eat standing up. "I guess I could ask for some time off, but... I have exams coming up, so... I have to study anyway." You suddenly giggled and looked at him playfully. "Maybe you could help me? I mean, since I have already treated you."

The man quickly finished his plate and dabbed at his mouth with his silk napkin, monogrammed with his initials in the corner. Then he looked up at you and shook his head. "Uh, no...no, I can't say that I really... remember." Patrick mumbled slowly, closing his eyes as if he was trying to remember something about his childhood, but it was all blocked. When he tried to think about school, playing in the sand, running around, the only memories that came back to him were making reservations, going to the gym, and killing a prostitute—all things that happened days ago. Or was it weeks? Maybe a month. He sighed. "But Price has that vacation house in the Hamptons. I've been there... it's... nice..." He shrugged nonchalantly, hiding his jealousy. With a wry grin, Bateman stood and walked over to the sink, setting his plate down. "Uh..." He paused, then beamed back at you. "Of course I can help." The charming facade he maintained hid his fear. He didn't really know anything about the medical field, but he didn't want to admit it—he hated not being in control of a situation.

Three days later, you finally decided to go to the Hamptons, where Tim's vacation house was waiting for you. Even though you didn't understand why it was necessary to get a limousine for your trip, it gave you some time to think about things - the last few days, to be exact. In all those days Patrick hadn't touched you, not even once. And how many times did you end up crying in bed at night because Bateman was somewhere else and not with you? Well, you were pretty sure he was with Courtney, and even when he usually came back in the morning or at night, the man never bothered to notice your swollen eyes. But why should he have? It was obvious that you were just not hot enough for him, not perfect enough - nothing seemed to be perfect enough for him. As the car took you farther and farther away from New York, you turned to look at the man next to you listening to the music, his Walkman clasped tightly in his hands. "Are we going to be alone in the house... or... are you expecting someone to join us?" You didn't know why you asked, and for a moment you even hoped that Patrick wouldn't notice your question because of the music.

Opening his tired eyes, Bateman glanced down at you and slid the headset to his shoulder. "Alone. I mean.. most of the time, at least." He smiled as the limo rolled to a stop on a paved driveway. 

The house was four stories tall, the tallest story being a glass terrace with a bar, swimming pool, and other amenities inside. The house was white with marble accents and oddly shaped windows- a contemporary dream. Patrick grumbled, jealous of the luxuriousness of the house. He put a ten dollar bill in the driver's hand and grabbed all the luggage with ease. 

"Don't be too impressed...I heard Price just inherited it from his parents." The man was lying, but he didn't want you to compare his place to Tim's beach house. It embarrassed him a little. But he took some comfort in the fact that his body was slightly better than Tim's, and that his hair wasn't thinning at all, while Tim's was. Patrick opened the door with his foot and stepped out, his hands and arms full of suitcases and bags. He walked to the front door and stopped in front of it. Sighing, Bateman looked at you with an embarrassed look. "Uh, the key is in my back pocket if you want to get it." He turned his hips towards you, the black pants he was wearing stretching around his toned legs and backside. His white button-up was tucked inside the pants, showing off his perfectly muscled body. "Ladies first."

Rolling your eyes, you took a deep breath before reaching into the pocket of Bateman's tight pants, surely feeling the firm ass that made your face burn from shame. "I hope I can handle this." You commented after pulling out the keys and searching for the one that would open the front door, trying not to look at him as you grew more and more embarrassed. 

Thankfully, the lock clicked and you both stepped inside. A bit later, you allowed yourself to look around the house, although Patrick refused to go with you as he remained in the living room not far from the bar. Trying to cheer yourself up, you went upstairs and paused by one of the doors before opening it with sheer confidence. As you stepped inside, a beautiful large room came into your vision. 

What an amazing bedroom.

You thought, as you walked around, looking at the satin sheets that yearned to be touched. As you did so, the smooth fabric felt amazing under your fingers and your lewd fantasies occupied your mind faster than you could stop them. Closing your eyes, you pressed the palm of your hand to your mouth as you indulged in your dirtiest fantasy, where you was were out on the bed and Bateman worshiped every little part of your “imperfect” body before ravaging you until you were nothing but a whimpering wet mess. 

STOP IT! 

Annoyed, you gave yourself an imaginary slap before turning to leave the room, your cheeks burning from the inside. As soon as you opened the door and walked out, you bumped into something very hard. Only then did you realize it was Patrick, and the sound of splashing drink made your heart stop. "Oh my God! I'm sorry, I didn't hear you coming!" You wailed, looking up at his stained shirt and empty glass of something that smelled strong enough to be alcohol.

So that’s it. He’ll definitely kick me out of the house.

The alcohol made the stain on his shirt translucent, exposing his pecs and abs. The man stared at you for a second, inhaled sharply, and closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened them again and shook his head. "It's-it's fine. I packed enough shirts for our time here. Really, it's fine.." He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, flexing his muscles slightly. "This shirt was on sale anyway... just, uh, be more careful next time..." He balled the shirt in his hands and tossed it into a nearby laundry basket. "Go unpack your things. You can have this room." Bateman pointed to the bedroom behind you.

Ashamed, you just nodded and hurried downstairs to get your bag, but when you came back Patrick was gone. 

Maybe it's for the best?

You hummed and went into the bedroom to unpack your things, noticing that everything in the bag looked so messy. Perplexed, you couldn't believe that Bateman could go through your things, he simply didn't find you interesting, so why would he waste his time on such things? Sighing sadly, you finished unpacking and grabbed a medical book, reassuring yourself that after your latest failure it was better to stay here and not bother him. All this time you had hoped the man would pay you a visit, but he didn't. 

Meanwhile, Patrick was upstairs, choosing his own room. The man put his clothes away and opened the other suitcase he had brought, which was full of his other... necessities. Inside were some porn tapes, magazines, a kitchen knife, a CZ-75 handgun, a bottle of lube, a pack of condoms, all his skin care products, and a pair of leather gloves. Humming, Bateman took off his black pants and wrapped himself in a silk robe. He grabbed one of the tapes and looked around his room, expecting a TV and VCR player. Frustrated, he huffed when he didn't find any.

That cheap bastard!

The man thought contemptuously and went downstairs when he saw that you weren't there. He sighed with relief and sat down on the couch in the living room and put the tape in. Then he untied his robe and pulled down his boxers, biting his lip as cold air hit his cock. The tape started playing, something he'd seen a hundred times before, but it still got him worked up. Thunder rumbled outside, shaking the house. He wondered for a moment if you were afraid of the thunder or if you were trying to sleep through it. Patrick shook the thought out of his head and focused on the screen, moving his hand up and down his now erect cock robotically, used to the now normal routine he was going through. He closed his eyes, blocking out any sounds other than the lewd moaning coming from the TV. He thought of Bethany, then Evelyn, then Courtney, then Bethany again, then... you. Moaning softly, Bateman thought of your ass, your tits, your face—it was almost enough to push him over the edge. The thought felt taboo to him, a forbidden attraction. Inflamed, he groaned and tilted his head back against the sofa, eyes closed, his jaw clenched in a face of pleasure as he moved his hand faster.

Unaware of what was happening downstairs, you read the book, lost track of time, and passed out on the bed for a few minutes, but soon your sleep was disturbed by the loud clap of thunder.

God, is this a monsoon season or something?  

You grumbled and got up to turn on the light, shaking with fear because you couldn't control yourself and you hated being alone during thunderstorms. Then you quickly regained your composure and left the room to go downstairs and maybe make a cup of green tea. As you entered the living room, you heard a lewd sound that turned out to be a woman's moaning. Embarrassed, you couldn't believe it - had Bateman really brought some of his chicks here on the very first day? Slowly you crept around the corner and spotted Patrick sitting on the black leather couch with his back to her, but from his twitching movements she could tell he was masturbating, watching porn on the big TV. Panting, you had to cover your mouth to avoid being noticed, but somehow you were sure Bateman heard her nervous gasps. Patrick's throaty groan sent shivers down your spine and you didn't know what to do as your mind screamed an alarm telling you to just come back to your room but you couldn't move as if you were stuck to that fucking wall. Breathlessly you felt your hard nipples brush against the thin fabric of your white top and you couldn't ignore the fire in your core any longer, letting your fingers slip into your panties soaked with your flavor. The moment you touched your swollen nub, you couldn't stop yourself from moaning, thinking that Patrick wouldn't be able to differentiate your moans from the lewd sounds of porn. Hot and bothered, you didn't notice that you were slowly sliding down the wall to the floor, your fingers continuing to rub your clit in unison with Bateman's guttural growl. "Mhmm, Patty..." you mewled out a little louder than you expected, and when you heard everything go silent, you stopped moving before carefully rising to your feet.

Suddenly, Bateman's eyes flew open at the sound of an unrecognizable moan, the sound breaking him from his reverie. He removed his hand from his cock and pursed his lips into a tight line, staring at the lewd scene before him. Then the man shifted so that he was sitting on his knees, the front of his body pressed against the back of the sofa so that he could get a better look at... you. As you stood up, he watched you with a penetrating gaze. "Rebecca... sweetheart, love of my life..." Patrick crooned softly, a smile creeping across his face. "Were you... spying on me again?" He raised an eyebrow at the sudden rush of confidence running through his veins. He stood up, staying behind the couch so as not to intimidate you with his naked form. "Rebecca..." He murmured slowly, his voice comforting yet unsettling. "If you are... attracted to me... you can say so. This is the second time I've caught you pleasuring yourself over me. Am I right? The second time?"

Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes and fixed your top and panties. "What will it change if I say that?" you suddenly rejoined, shuddering at the bright flash of lightning, your hands clawing at the nearby wall. 

Patrick tied the robe back around his waist, keeping his eyes on you, and put his hands on his hips, now annoyed. "Uh, a lot, actually." He sneered at you. "If you would just be honest with yourself, and me, then we can end this…this game of facades."

"No, it will change…nothing." As the word fell from your trembling lips, you walked away before Bateman could see the tears streaming down your sad, twitching face. 

Without looking back, you  hurried back upstairs to your room, where you curled up on the king-size bed, crying as you tucked yourself under the covers. 

Get out of my head, get fucking out!

Trembling, you closed your ears, but the pornographic moans continued to spin in your head along with Patrick’s growling as he jerked off, as if that was not enough, your mind decided to make you suffer even more by adding the picture of Courtney making out with Bateman as if it was happening right in front of your eyes. 

"Fucking bastard, I hate you!" You spat through your gritted teeth and clutched the pillow with all your might.

As you walked away, Patrick sighed, exasperated and annoyed. Women always annoyed him with their emotions. Cursing to himself, he followed you to your temporary room, pausing when he heard you scream at the door. Shaking off the urge to go into full violence mode, Bateman knocked on the door. "Rebecca, come out. You're hysterical." He kept his voice calm, even though he really wanted to yell at you - tell you how stupid you were. "Let's just... y'know, talk, okay?"

The moment you heard his voice, all of your insides clenched into a tight knot, forcing you to tremble under the covers. "Leave me..." you wanted to say something else but you paused suddenly, as if your inner nature was protesting and refusing to obey, not allowing you to finish what you were about to say. "Uh, fuck!" you cursed, pulling the blanket away before sauntering to the door to open it. 

Sobbing, you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that Bateman was smart enough to put on a robe, at least he didn't make you suffer from seeing him naked. "You want to talk?" you asked, briefly wiping away your tears. "Let's talk. Have you hired a hooker yet? That's why you decided to warm up with porn?" You crossed your arms like him. "How did you get like this, Patrick? How could money and wealth change you so much?"

Bateman frowned at the accusation. "What? No, of course not. I don't even know any in this area." He closed his eyes tightly for a moment to stave off the impending headache before opening them again. "I just... I have needs, Rebecca. I'm a man with needs...and I didn't want to spend money on a hooker, and you...well, I don't know if you'd even..." He paused and sighed. "You're so...frustrating. You treat me like a monster, but then you jerk off to me!. I don't... it's hard to... you know... read you." His eyes widened slightly. "Change me? I can... assure you, nothing has changed." Bateman smiled, but inside he felt like a bundle of nerves ready to spring. Has he changed? If he had, he couldn't remember. "And I've always had money, in case you forgot!"

You’re worse than a monster.

You thought, biting your lower lip. "Speaking of needs," you leaned against the door, not noticing that your hard nipples were visible through the white top. "I have them too, especially when I'm ovulating, but I'm not driven by them! We're humans, not animals!" 

"Oh my God, oh my fucking God." Bateman muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm not driven by them. I have a high sex drive, okay? If I want to spend the night with a hardbody, is that so wrong, Rebecca? Are you...jealous, huh? Is that the problem?" He was getting angry now, his jaw clenching as he spoke. "I know you're a virgin, so you could never understand, but I want to be distracted. My life is a living hell and I want to feel something. Do you understand?"

You scowled as the memory of the recent incident with the hooker flashed through your mind. "I remember when I came to your apartment and that prostitute was about to rob you...you were unconscious in your bedroom, covered in your...semen and completely wasted." With that you sighed and ran a hand over your face. "This is so wrong and disgusting, Patrick." Your voice was laced with pain and sadness, but you managed to keep your composure as you stepped back into the room. "If I lie on this fucking bed right now and tell you that you can do whatever you want to me... will that stop this madness?" You swallowed the fresh tears and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Just break my neck and tell your lawyer it was an accident so my family and you can get money from my life insurance. Come on! Do it!" You continued to taunt him fearlessly. "'Cause I'm...so fucking tired of this life...of my dearest family...I hate...I HATE YOU! ALL OF YOU!"

Patrick exhaled and then stepped back, watching you mentally collapse. Then he came closer, leaned down and slapped you hard with the palm of his hand. "Pull yourself together..." He said slowly, so you could hear every word. "I know you're a... you're a smart woman... but you're hysterical. If you keep this up, I... I don't know what I'm going to do. " Bateman murmured in a defeated tone, staring at you with an almost pleading look.

Once his heavy palm met your face, you could see stars in front of your eyes, but you didn't make a sound. You just touched your bleeding lower lip and looked at the blood on the outside of your hand. "Don't you dare..." you hissed and quickly stood up. "...to touch me again!" And then you slapped his face in return, your palm burning from the force of the blow. 

Shocked, Patrick stumbled to the side from the slap, holding his cheek. He stayed still, slowly bringing his hand to his lips. The man pulled his hand away, seeing a dot of blood on his finger. Rage overtook him.

"Not the face..."

"I'll call the cops and you will rot in jail, you fucking psycho!"  Scared to death, you were about to rush to the nearby bathroom, but you twisted your ankle and fell to the floor, frowning from the sharp pain. With a muffled whimper, you  attempted to crawl away from Bateman, knowing that he would probably kill you here and now.

Now…Everything will be finally over.

"Not the face..." He muttered again before whipping his body around just as you fell to the ground. "NOT THE FACE YOU BITCH! YOU- PIECE OF TRASH!" Bateman roared, stomping towards your trembling little frame. Infuriated, he tilted his head and stepped on your back, stopping your movements. He watched you through the red veil, his face contorted with rage. After a moment, his features softened. Under normal circumstances, he would kill you. No question about it. But these were no normal circumstances. Patrick reached down and grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you to the nearby bathroom and pushing you inside.

There were no windows, just a toilet, a sink and a mirror. "You... stay in here and think about what you just did." He said through his teeth, staring at you with intense anger. "I brought us here for you. I tried to do something nice for you. But you can't appreciate anything I do, can you? I am... trying my best here, Rebecca. But you treat me like some... monster. Just because I hire prostitutes? Is that it?" Bateman scoffed, then sighed. "When you're ready to apologize, you'll get an ice pack on your ankle. Until then... enjoy your solitude, I guess." Then he closed the door, took a key from the table and locked the door from the outside.

It was only when you heard the lock click and the light go out that you realized you were trapped in the dark bathroom...alone. And worst of all, you had a fear of the dark, Patrick probably forgot about this—just like all moments you shared in childhood. As you heard his distant footsteps, you spiraled more and more into the panic attack, feeling your lungs spasm painfully from your rapid breathing. 

Calm down, Rebecca! Calm down! It's just the darkness, there's no one here but you.

You tried to count to ten, but couldn't as your mind didn’t function, stuck on the horrifying images of being trapped here forever. 

What if he left me here to die? In this fucking bathroom?

Frightened, you sobbed, biting your lips to stifle your crying, not wanting to give Bateman the pleasure of hearing you. The metallic taste of the blood almost made you gag, along with the surrounding darkness that pressed down on you like a heavy press. Shaking, you slipped to the floor and hugged your knees, pressing them closer to your chest as you curled up on the cold floor like an embryo. 

I will not ask him to let me out...I will not! I...can...hold on...I'm strong enough to make it through!

Your cries barely audible, shaking violently as you were so fucking scared and broken, mentally and physically, that it seemed you would never see the light of day, locked here forever. How pathetic and stupid it would be to die like that…

At the same time, Patrick sighed and ran his hand over his face as he sat down on the bed. Frustrated, the man crossed his leg over the other, bouncing them slightly as he looked at the still image on the TV from the paused pornography. He drummed his fingers against the side of his head, raising an eyebrow as a memory came back to him like a freight train—you were scared of the dark and he forgot to turn the lights on in the bathroom. Bateman cursed himself, glancing back at the locked door. He didn't want to send you into hysterics, he wanted to do the opposite actually—give you time to think about how much you were overreacting. Patrick stared at the door for a few moments before standing up, walking back to it. He hesitated, the key hovering over the door knob. Then, the man swallowed his pride and unlocked it, opening the door a smidge and putting his hand against the bathroom wall, flicking on the light switch. He quickly closed the door again, not locking it this time as he pressed his body against the wall next to it. 

Closing his eyes, Bateman sighed softly, his chest movements slowing down. "What the hell is wrong with me?" 

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 1900+

Warning: a bit of depressive/sad thoughts, but otherwise just fluff (I put all the action aside for next part😉)

Part VI | Part VIII

Muffled sounds from downstairs woke you up before the dawn. You were early bird, but this was too early even for you. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Your eyelids were too heavy to keep them open. Blindly fumbling around you found a blanket and wrapped your shivering shoulders in its warmth, reluctantly dragging yourself from the bed. Yawning you went down the stairs.

"What are you doing so early?" Half of the words was swallowed by another yawn.

Golden haired male turned around in surprise, big box in his hands, another two on the table. His emerald eyes shined in excitement.

"Did I wake you up?" he smiled brightly. "I'm so sorry, I was trying to be quiet." With that smile it was hard to believe he was really sorry.

"Ughm," you curled up in your armchair, resting your head comfortably on a small pillow, and closed your eyes again.

"Happy Solstice," he hummed happily, kissing top of your head.

"Sol- what?" You were still half asleep, not fully comprehending what he was saying.

"Solstice," he laughed and put the box down next to the fireplace. "Did you forget?"

"Oh." You searched your sleepy mind. Solstice. Right. You were talking about it last night. Tamlin wanted to celebrate it with you. "Oh," you were instantly awake, your full attention trained on him. You stood up, flustered. "I'm going to change. I'll be back in a minute."

You ran up the stairs, throwing the nightgown aside you slipped into your dress and brushed your hair quickly. Heaving you returned down.

Tamlin's brows raised, amused smile decorating his handsome face. He whistled. "That's what I call speed," he laughed, the sound so beautiful that it made you smile, too.

"Don't make fun of me and show me what we are going to do," you playfully poked him, curiously examining the contents of the box he held now. You gasped. It was full of lovely and delightful red and gold coloured glass decorations. You had never seen anything like that. "Where did you take this all from?"

"Well.. about that.." he said sheepishly, reluctant to give you the answer. You reached in and carefully picked up one of the beautifully painted glass balls to examine it closely. You got your answer as soon as the slight smell of magic hit your nose. You returned it back to the box, trying hard to keep the smile on. "I wanted to surprise you and get everything ready before you get up," he said apologetic.

"That's okay," you said nervously. "Do you want a cup of tea?" You needed space. Magic was the last of the things you wanted to deal with first thing in the morning.

"You mean your delicious fragrant tea?" he was trying to lighten the situation. "Always."

With a nod you went out to get some of the herbs you picked up the other day. Since Tamlin walked into your life, you were running out of herbs faster than usual, but you didn't mind. It was a pleasure to prepare tea for somebody else, especially when the person enjoyed it. One would say that High Lord definitely preferred wine or other fancy drinks that Fae in his position inclined to, but Tamlin was eager for your ordinary tea.

Once you were out, you also checked the remaining herbs that hung under a small shelter behind the cottage, already feeling better. With a gentle smile and hand full of chamomile, mint and lemon balm you headed back. You halted on threshold, surprised.

Room was full of green garlands decorated with fairy lights, red ribbons and shiny little decorations, and in the middle of that stood Tamlin trying to hang up mistletoe on the chandelier. It was so beautiful that your pulse went up and breath caught in your throat.

Tamlin noticed you and smiled flashing his white teeth. His green eyes were just as shiny as the fairy lights around him. "Do you want to help me with this one?"

Unable to speak you just nodded and leaving herbs on the table you stepped closer to him. He handed you small sprig of mistletoe, his big hands falling to your waist, holding you firmly. With small nod he lifted you up as if you were a feather. You fastened mistletoe with red ribbon, but it wasn't easy task because your fingers were trembling. When you were done, Tamlin put you back down, but his hands stayed on your waist.

He looked up to check on your work. "You know, there's a certain tradition in human lands," he hummed.

"What tradition?" you breathed out.

"If you find yourself standing with someone under the mistletoe, you have to kiss them, otherwise you will have a bad luck." He looked back down at you, gleaming green emeralds full of hope. Your heart stuttered at the sight. Swallowing you nodded once.

Small smile appeared on his face. Watching you carefully Tamlin leaned down. His gaze moved to your lips for a second. An inch. There was only an inch between your lips now. His hands tightened on your waist, thumbs drawing small circles. Your heart throbbed almost painfully against your ribs, you stopped breathing. Millions of unfamiliar emotions suddenly emerged, middling together. It was all so overwhelming and confusing that it made your head spin.

Tamlin's soft lips connected with your cheek in a tender kiss. He stayed like that for few breaths and then he straightened up, smiling at you gently when he noticed your flustered state. "Are you okay?"

"I-I.. yes.." you blinked, blushing fiercely. You averted your eyes shyly, fingers covered the place his lips touched. For some reason you felt.. disappointed. What did just happen? And what did you expect he would do? "I should.. I'm going to make that tea," you backed awkwardly, collecting the herbs you left on the table. You could feel his amused gaze following your movements.

"I was thinking," he said while taking a seat at the table. "Today is a special day and I basically invited you to the dinner. How about I prepare the feast myself? I mean I'm not a cook, so it won't be the best food of your life, but.. I want to surprise you."

"Okay," you quickly agreed.

"You don't mind if I use your kitchen?"

"Not at all. I have no idea how this feast should look like anyway," you shrugged. "Do you need me to help with anything?"

"Nope, I will manage," he laughed. Again.

You noticed that Tamlin had been smiling more often lately. He also gained some confidence and with every day he looked more like High Lord than a beaten beast he was when you met him. He was recovering. Soon enough the time he didn't need you anymore, would come. The realisation was painful.

Clearing the throat, you turned to him with two cups of tea. "So if you don't need me, I will go on a stroll. We are running out of mint again," you tried to sound happy, but even to you your own voice sounded broken.

Tamlin narrowed eyes on you. "You don't have to go today," he murmured, searching your eyes.

"No, it's fine. I need fresh air anyway."

Tamlin frowned, the claws visible under his skin, but he didn't say anything and so after the breakfast you took your basket and left.

Lost in thoughts you didn't pay much attention to where you went. You lost track of time. When a small clearing with pond appeared in front of you, you sat down on the bank, hugging your knees. The thought of him leaving because he didn't need you anymore was still bothering you. It hurt in a way you've never felt before.

By the time to return home came, you made peace with the thought. It still hurt, but it was inevitable. Tamlin was High Lord. He had too many responsibilities to slob around with you in the forest. His land needed him, Fae living here needed him. He had to return home and rule. You lived alone before. You could do it again.

On your way back you grabbed some herbs. As you got closer to the cottage air filled with smell of something delicious and your stomach twisted in answer. You skipped the lunch, so naturally you were hungry. All windows were wide open. Tamlin most likely used magic to help himself while cooking to impress you with feast. You smiled at the thought.

Leaving the basket and herbs under the shelter behind the cottage, you stalked back to the front. The door opened before you could even touch it.

"Welcome home, Y/N," Tamlin welcomed you with a bright smile. He changed his clothes and freshly bathed he looked somehow neater than normal. He took your hand leading you inside.

The room behind him with all the decorations was just as stunning as the first time you saw it. And now there was a small addition to it. The table was buckling under the abundance of delicious looking food.

"What do you think?" he asked closing the door behind you.

"It's.. amazing," you couldn't stop looking around, your eyes lingering on small details.

"I'm happy you like it," he purred, holding a chair for you. You sat down and he took his place across from you. "So shall we start?" You nodded, already looking forward to try the nice smelling and deliciously looking food in front of you. And you weren't disappointed. It tasted even better than you imagined.

"It was so delicious," you sighed happily putting the cutlery down, your stomach full. You had never eaten so much in your life.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Tamlin winked and finished last bite. He wiped his fingers into napkin and reached to his pocket. A small velvet box tied with ribbon appeared on his palm. He held it out to you. "Happy Solstice, Y/N."

You blinked in confusion. "What is it?" you asked warily.

"It's a present, another tradition."

"But.. I have nothing for you."

"It's okay," he shook his head. "You've already given me so much. It will take hundreds of years of Solstice gifts to repay you for everything you've done for me. Plus you are here now," he added so quietly you almost didn't hear it. "Even my family never celebrated anything with me."

It felt like farewell. All of the sad feelings you fought with earlier in the forest returned at once, tears stinging your eyes. You took the box from him carefully and set it down on table.

"Will you open it?" he leaned closer, green eyes shimmering with expectation.

Swallowing the lump that created in your throat, you looked up at him and then back down at the box. You were nervous when you pulled the ribbon. Opening the lid slightly you peeked in. There on white pillow sat a small rose made of white gold and pink shiny stones. It was so beautiful that you went speechless.

"May I?" Tamlin spoke next to you, his breath fanning your ear. He stood above you, reaching for the necklace. Smell of rain filled the air. Before you could answer, he fastened the delicate chain around your neck, small pendant hanging between your collar bones. His long fingers caressed back of your neck lightly.

"It suits you," he smiled, kneeling down next to you.

The moment your eyes met with his, you surged forward, hugging him tightly. He stiffened for a single heart beat, then letting out a long breath, his body relaxed under you and arms wrapped around your waist.

"Thank you," were the only words you managed before turning into crying and sobbing mess.

Taglist:

@impossibelle @sevikas-whore

[heathermason6060]

He should have had Cake: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: You comfort Leon on the couch after Marvin turns.

Warnings: None

Contains: Leon finally getting a hug, Leon crying, comfort, angst

It was the longest day of your life. What should have been a normal back to workday after a well needed week off, was a complete disaster. All your coworkers had been killed and turned into some sort of monster. Your best friend and coworker, Amy, had been torn in two at the waist and you’d found her gurgling and crawling around the dark empty halls of the Racoon City Police Department. 

The only good thing to have happened was you met Leon Kennedy, the new cop that everyone had been so excited to see. You just worked paperwork in the back and had little experience with combat, so you were very lucky to have run into him. The two of you spent hours roaming around the building, fighting off the creatures and hiding from some sort of nuclear Arnold Schwarzenegger. You quickly became very close, confiding in each other in locker rooms, bathrooms, talking about your friends and family. You’d cried a few times, but Leon stayed strong for the most part, until now. Until Marvin turned

The look in his eyes almost made your heart break. 

"Come here." You said softly, sitting down on the break room couch, the leather creaking under you. He hesitated, fighting an internal battle of whether to give in to the strong desire to fall into your arms, or keep up the facade he had put up for you. 

Leon gave in, but not completely. He sat down next to you, body stiff and timid. He was practically shaking. He needed comfort, especially from a woman, so badly. There was a lump in his throat. His eyes burned. He couldn't look at you, he knew he'd end up crying if he saw that sweet, sympathetic look on your face.

You reached out and put your hand on his knee. His muscles tensed instantly at your touch. 

"If you need an ear, I'm here Leon." Your voice was still so soft, it almost caused a sob to bubble from his chest. He swallowed hard and shook his head. He couldn't do that. He was protecting you, the innocent, too good to be true receptionist who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He couldn't cry to you. You needed him, not the other way around. 

"I know this is scary. It was your first day. You don't have to pretend everything is alright." You moved your hand from his knee up to his face, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your hand, letting out a long sigh through his nose. 

"It's scary for me too." You continued, softly brushing his hair. "Like, really really scary. World shattering type fear. Who knew the walking dead could become a reality to us that fast?"

He couldn't stand it anymore and he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing your body close to him. You held him in your arms and leaned back into the couch so he laid on your chest. It felt amazing to the both of you. Seeing such a vulnerable side of Leon, the man who had been cracking jokes after killing countless zombies, it was refreshing. You stroked the top of his head and let him silently cry into your shirt. 

"They had a cake, there were streamers, party hats," He finally choked out, his voice cracking between his shaky words. "They were excited to meet me, and they're all dead. All of them. They put so much effort into it…"

Your chest felt like it was being torn in two at his words. You had to admit when you saw the 'Welcome Leon', streamers, it did upset you. They never even got to meet him. He never got to meet them. He should have had that cake, got to know his new coworkers, then settled into his desk. He should be at home right now after a long day's work, setting his alarm for 4am to do the same thing tomorrow. 

You continued brushing your fingers through his soft hair, holding him until his breathing slowed and his cheeks dried. His grip around your waist had loosened, but he still didn't let go. Neither did you. One arm held him in place around his back, and the other remained softly and gently stroking his hair. 

"Once we get out of here, we're going to go to my apartment, get you cleaned up, fed, and you're going to have the best sleep of your life. Alright Leon?" You hoped he'd accept your invitation, truly, you really needed the company. You couldn't be alone after the things you'd seen. 

He said nothing, but he slowly nodded his head. He took a moment to gather himself before sitting upright, and forcing a smile, the edges of his bleary eyes crinkling slightly. "I could really go for some fettuccine Alfredo." 

"And a hot shower. We stink. Then you can meet my cat."

"You have a cat?" He instantly perked up. 

"Yeah, her name is Buttermilk." You dug your phone out from your pocket and showed him a picture of the cream colored cat. "She hates that I chose the one apartment out of town. Takes like an hour to drive to work every morning, which is more time she's home alone. But once she gets older she's gonna love that alone time." You sighed, heart aching at the thought of her getting older. "She's a real pain in the ass but I'm gonna miss this kitten phase." 

"I love cats. I can't wait to meet her." He smiled again, but this time, it was a real smile. He had stopped crying completely at this point. 

"Then, let's get the hell out of dodge. C'mon." You stood up and offered him your hand, which he accepted with a sheepish smile.

[ot7stan4life]

Maison

Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 1435

Summary: After a concert in your home country, you are reminded of the sacrifices you were forced to make to become an idol and begin to doubt your decision. All it takes is a warm embrace and a few comforting words from one of the women you love to remind you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Warnings: angst, brief implications of homophobia, fluff

The plain hotel room that greeted us when we got back from the concert venue was quiet and dark. I left it that way, just taking a seat in the far corner of the room, letting out a sigh when I was finally off my feet. Without a word, Siyeon slipped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on not long after. For the next fifteen minutes, I stayed there, listening to the muffled sound of running water and allowing my mind to wander.

Touring was one of my favorite things I did as an idol. But it wasn't always as enjoyable as it should've been. The shows were fun, but those long periods in between concerts gave me too much time to think. Too much time to realize that I had less freedom as an idol. It had always been my dream to become a singer, but I never fully considered what I'd have to give up in order to fulfill that dream. Now I often wondered if it was even worth it.

Especially here in my home country where I'm reminded by the fans' unapologetic personalities of what I gave up. Had I stayed here and chosen any other profession, I wouldn't have to hide such a big part of myself. I'd be free to be who I was and live the way I wanted without fear. It was different for the other members because they grew up having to act that way. For me, it was still hard to adjust. And it hurt having to pretend.

My thoughts brought on an unavoidable feeling of stress that made my cheeks burn and I felt the need to get some fresh air. So, I stepped through the sliding glass door to the balcony and leaned over the metal railing, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze gliding across my face. I was up high enough that the street noise was muffled by the wind. It was peaceful, but it made me feel lonely. As I took in the soft white surface of the moon, I couldn't help but feel trapped by my situation and wonder whether anyone else could possibly understand this feeling.

As if my negative thoughts were loud enough to hear, I felt arms wrap around me from behind only minutes later. At first I was startled by the sudden contact, momentarily forgetting I wasn't alone, but eventually I leaned back into her touch with a heavy sigh, knowing it was Siyeon. She put her head on my shoulder, her nose almost touching my left cheek, and I let my hands rest on top of hers. Being in her arms instantly made me feel better. It felt like her way of reminding me that I really wasn't alone.

"What's on your mind, jagi?" Siyeon whispered softly near my ear. The pet name made my heart flutter but the clear concern in her tone brought the negative emotions back. I hated feeling this way. Not just because it sucked feeling so lost, but because I hated making her feel helpless.

Sighing again, I looked out over the city wishing that everything was different. "I'm just wondering if I made the right choice becoming an idol."

I wanted to pretend that I was here in my hometown with Siyeon—not for a concert, not because we were idols in the same group—but because I invited her here on a trip to do something normal, like meet my family or go visit my favorite places from my childhood. I didn't want to be forced to worry about people taking pictures of us and starting rumors. I didn't want the obligation to act a certain way that comes with being famous. I didn’t want any of it. And I was nearly at my breaking point.

Without replying, Siyeon turned me around in her arms and put her hands on my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes and I felt so much love seeing the way she looked at me: Like I was the most important thing in the world. There was no doubt in my mind that she would love and protect me with everything in her for the rest of her life. And it wasn't even a question whether I would do the same.

"I know you wish things were different,” she smiled sadly, “I do too." Her voice was still soft as she rubbed her thumb across my cheek while her eyes took in every inch of my face. I wondered how she always knew exactly what I was thinking. "But look at it this way..." she stopped her gentle strokes against my skin and looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't become an idol," the corner of her lips tilted upwards revealing half of her beautiful smile, "you would've never met us."

Though I still felt the weight of my negative thoughts, her statement managed to make me smile. Through one of the most difficult choices of my life I may have been forced to conceal a part of who I was, but I still ended up finding seven of the most important people in my life. Even if I felt like being an idol had more risks than rewards, those seven girls made it worth it. At least I could be myself around them and they loved the part of me that I wasn't allowed to show anyone else.

"You're right," I whispered and leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against hers and our noses were touching. Even when I felt lost, she kept me grounded. She and the other members... they were where I belonged. Where I felt found. They were home.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" Siyeon told me, her voice so quiet and fragile. She’d told me she loved me countless times before, but something about this one felt different.

"I know." And I did. I knew she meant it. And I knew what she meant. It was hard to explain, but I felt it too. We loved each other and the other members in a way that couldn't be defined. It wasn’t limited to platonic or romantic. It was more than that. We all loved each other so much that we couldn't bear the thought of living without one another. It felt like we were meant to be together. Like we were destined to meet. Like soulmates. And, as long as it was up to us, we would be together until the day we died.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't have the words to tell them how much they meant to me. And I think that's why Siyeon did what she did after I told her I loved her back... she kissed me. It was gentle and just enough to express how she felt. She’d never kissed me before, but it didn't seem any different than her hugging me or kissing me on the cheek. It was just another way for her to show how much she truly loved me. Bora and Minji did it often with me and a few of the other members who accepted it, but I knew it meant more to Siyeon.

Once it was over, I nestled my head in the crook of her neck with my arms wrapped around her torso. She pulled me close with hers around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. I stayed there, breathing in her fresh scent and feeling completely content.

It didn't matter if the world never knew who I truly was, because they did.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

[viviennevermillion]

hi hi! this is my first time requesting something hsr wmqomq, may i request a small comfort fic with dan heng? with the reader being constantly fearful of doing something wrong, even if they have solid ideas on how to move forward or to work, because they feel as though one mistake will ruin things for others + will ruin others' perception of themselves (especially dan heng's perception towards them); preferably, the premise being dan heng comforting and reassuring them.

i hope you have a great and wonderful day / night over there!

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: finally doing this request, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

✧ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: dan heng x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, mentions of dan heng's past life, fluff, pre-relationship

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: you matter to me — natalie weiss, brad greer

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: insecurities

Your eyes felt tired after you been awake for too long and you wondered whether your mind was ever going to give you the peace you deserved. You had reflected on the events of today, moving through the activities you did as if they were a list of points to check in order to evaluate a performance. You pondered on the breakfast you shared with Dan Heng and Mr. Yang, questioning whether the latter had been so cut-off and distant in his responses because of something you said or something that had nothing to do with you at all. You weren't sure whether you did your chores around the Express well enough for Himeko to be satisfied or whether she was going to talk to you tomorrow, asking you to be a bit more thorough. You had been tired and it felt like energy was a precious resource that you did not have the privilege of obtaining today.

And then there was Dan Heng. The thought of him made you smile instantly. The way his hair looked messy still from the night when he joined you at the breakfast table, taking a sip of his coffee and yawning as if he, too, regretted not getting enough sleep that night. You remembered the feeling of sitting idly next to him on the train, both of you reading books and enjoying each other's company without saying a word. As long as you were with him, though he did not speak much, everything felt comfortable and safe. As though you had found a refuge with another person, someone who reassured you that he'd be there; strengthening you and accepting you as you were; without even actively trying.

It was only when you were alone again, that doubts started to creep back into your mind. Doubts about whether he truly enjoyed your presence. Or whether he liked you but found that it was exhausting to be around you. Like you needed too much help or made too many mistakes. Maybe he felt like he needed to work extra hard to make up for your shortfall.

You had finished your second cup of tea for the night, cleaning the cup on the small kitchen counter near everyone's rooms before putting it back into the cupboard. You had seen that the lights in the archives were still on, meaning that Dan Heng had either passed out on his desk with his nose in a book or the man whose appreciation you craved more than anyone else's was still awake, possibly struggling to fall asleep just as much as you were.

You were pacing around the hallway, debating whether or not to knock on your crewmate's door, but feeling like it would probably anger him if you did. You had hesitated in front of the archives for a moment before deciding that it was probably best if you just went back to your room and tried to sleep for at least a couple of hours. Just when you were about to leave, the door to Dan Heng's room opened; your Vidyadhara friend peeking through the opening to look at you with a questioning expression. "Did you need anything?", he asked, making sure his voice was quiet enough as to not wake March in the room next to his, "I heard you walking around here and stopping in front of the archives... I don't mind if you need help with something. I wasn't sleeping anyway."

“Oh I was just…”, you awkwardly put a hand on your neck trying to remember what you even expected to happen if you had knocked on his door, “I just couldn’t sleep. Made myself tea.” Dan Heng nodded and let out a sigh. “I haven’t been sleeping well either…”, he admitted, opening the door a little more for you, “would you like to come in for another cup of tea?” You needed a moment to process the question. Dan Heng rarely ever took the initiative and invited people to his room if it wasn’t to help them out with missions or questions that could be answered with the help of the Astral Express archives. So you nodded and took him up on the invitation, watching your friend prepare two cups of tea. A honey & orange flavored one for you and darjeeling for himself. You wondered whether he just associated different tea flavors with all his friends. Weirdly enough, that was something you could see him doing.

“So… why is it that you can’t sleep?”, you asked, sitting down on his desk chair, “is there some super important research topic that you are mulling over?” Dan Heng sat down on his mattress again, putting the tea beside him on the ground. “Not really”, he shook his head and sighed; hesitating for a moment as if debating whether he should open up to you further, “I get a lot of nightmares… they’ve gotten worse since we went to the Luofu.” “Oh”, you whispered quietly, now feeling a little awkward about the whole thing, “I’m sorry if I brought up a sensitive subject by asking that… just… know that if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.” Dan Heng nodded with a soft smile on his face. “Thank you. I appreciate that”, he replied with a genuine expression, “you didn’t hit a sore spot, it’s alright. But it’s only fair now that you tell me what’s keeping you up as well.” Much to your surprise, Dan Heng proceeded to pat the mattress and invite you to sit down next to him. You did as he had gestured and thought about how honest you wanted to allow yourself to be around him. “Hey do… do you ever think I’m making too many mistakes?”, you looked down, not feeling comfortable enough to look into his eyes while asking that question, “like I’m not doing enough for the Express? That I’m holding you guys back? I guess that’s something I’ve been… worried about… for a while now.” 

Dan Heng seemed surprised at your question. “I had no idea you felt that way”, he spoke calmly, “truth be told, no such thought ever occurred to me about you and I doubt the other crew members feel that way either. Well, except for Pom-Pom maybe; but they’re like that with all of us, so I wouldn’t take it personally.” He smiled when he realized that got a chuckle out of you. 

“We all make mistakes”, he then continued, “I mean; March once wanted to see if she could jump from one train car to the other while it was driving so the bar is technically in hell… but that’s beside the point. Being a part of this team isn’t a performance or something you have to be good at. It’s a path you choose to walk alongside us and there’s a place here for anyone who needs it. Himeko taught me that much…” It hadn’t flown over your head that Dan Heng had gotten much more comfortable with the rest of the crew since your return from the Xianzhou Luofu and it felt as though he had really accepted the Express as his new home. You supposed a home wouldn’t judge you for imperfections and mistakes, so long as you were willing to help it grow and prosper. So in that way, you could look up to his new-found resolve. “You’ve grown”, you remarked with a smile on your face.

Dan Heng reciprocated your smile, looking into your eyes with a gentle expression. “Perhaps that’s the real goal of this journey”, he shrugged, “so if you look at it that way, being without flaws or mistakes would really be the worst trait for a trailblazer. And don’t worry too much, okay? From what I’ve seen so far, you’ve been a big help on this journey. So don’t be too hard on yourself. There’s many people who’d tell you that I could never make up for the amount of mistakes I made. That they’re what defines me. But nothing good comes out of worrying about them all the time.”

You nodded, thinking about his words for a moment. Dan Heng’s reasonable demeanor was soothing for your worries and it reminded you why you felt so comfortable whenever you were around him. He allowed you look at the thoughts spiraling in your head from an objective perspective, though you weren’t quite sure how he managed to do it every time. 

“Hey… uh…”, now it was his turn to feel a little awkward, “you can always reach out to me if you ever need an outside opinion on whatever you worry about. And if you want to we could… lay down here a bit. Maybe it would be easier to sleep that way…” You could feel your cheeks heating up at the suggestion and you felt flustered and nervous; yet this was too good of an opportunity to pass up on. You nodded and Dan Heng handed you an extra blanket, allowing you to make yourself comfortable beside him. 

Your eyes widened when he put his hand on top of yours. “Is this alright for you?”, he asked, making sure that the reassuring gesture did not unnerve you. “It is… it’s comforting”, you admitted quietly, focusing on the soft skin of his hand on top of yours and how he gently started caressing your fingers with his own. “I think so too”, he smiled as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax next to him; the worries having been replaced by butterflies in your stomach and the feeling of being loved before you had even noticed. 

“Have a little faith in yourself, alright? And in us too”, Dan Heng whispered, squeezing your hand in a gentle manner, “we’re your friends and we care about you. I care about you. A few mistakes along the way could never change that.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face and the reassurance that Dan Heng valued you for who you were, rather than what you accomplished. You were eager to see how your bond could grow in the future if both of you could learn to lean on each other a little more when needed.

[folkloresthings]

northanger abbey , fernando alonso + some sort of hurt / comfort ? perhaps one of them is down abt smth, and the other has to pep talk them into feeling happy again ?? leaving it up to u and ur talent , idk i just feel like this trope works so well w/ him , like he acts all tough but secretly he would just love love making u feel better .. idkkkkkkkk

fernando who’s soft for his s/o and his s/o only

GOOD ENOUGH. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

another job interview, another rejection email. it was like groundhog day — you just weren’t right for any of them. all you needed was a start into the career, something to put on your resumé, a stepping stone to your dream. but the companies were all run by assholes, who all apparently had something personal against you.

arriving home, you drop your bag and coat by the door, slumping into the couch. you felt completely and utterly defeated, with absolutely no motivation to go on. you had given up.

fernando had been in the kitchen when you’d come home, finishing up dinner for both of you. when you hadn’t come straight there to greet him, he’d grown suspicious. sticking his head around the doorframe, he catches sight of you, your head in your hands.

“mi amor…” he murmurs, knowing instantly what was wrong. he’s next to you in a flash, kneeling in front of where you seat, hands tugging your wrists away from your face. “another no?”

the words leaving fernando’s lips only solidify the reality of your day, forcing you to curl into yourself again with a groan, tears pricking at your eyes.

“hey, hey—” fernando could have cursed himself for making it worse. his least favourite thing in the world was seeing you upset, especially at yourself. “it’ll be okay, corazón.”

“they all think i’m so stupid!” you cried, hands dropping to your lap. fernando wastes no time in holding onto them, squeezing gently. “i’m not good enough for anything.”

“stop that,” he says sternly, but his touch is gentle when he wipes under your eyes, palms cupping a cheek each. “don’t talk about yourself like that, okay?”

all teary eyed and pouting, you nod slowly at him.

“you are the most amazing person i know,” fernando whispers, amazed at how you couldn’t see everything he could. “you’re smart and hard—working and so kind, if a company doesn’t want you then it’s their loss. remember what you always tell me?”

“everything happens for a reason,” you mumble at the same time as him. fernando smiles a little, moving to sit up on the couch and pull you into his lap, thumbs smoothing along your hips.

“exactly,” your boyfriend kisses your forehead softly, holding you as close as you’ll let him. “i’m going to plate you up some dinner, we’ll watch whatever you want, and get some sleep. and then, tomorrow, you’ll start fresh.”

you glance up at him, nibbling at your bottom lip. he was sweet, so very sweet that it made your teeth hurt. the best part was — only you got to see this side of him.

“i’ll help you look at some more jobs and prep for the interviews. you’ll go into the next one and try your best, that’s all you can do,” he’s rambling on with one of his pep talks again, and you cut him off with a kiss. “but no matter what, i love you. okay?”

“i love you too, ‘nando,” you murmur against his lips. “thank you.”

“my pleasure, mi amor.”

[saccharinesunsetretired]

First Time For Everything | Wolfbur x Reader

This one stumped me for a while, but here it is! Based off @drop-of-void's Wolfbur AU, more specifically this post that you should definitely check out. I hope I did him justice, because I love Wolfbur very much <3

Summary: Neither you nor Wilbur realized that he could, in fact, knot you despite him not being in rut. It turns out to be a pleasant discovery.

Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, fingering, knotting, reader is afab but gender neutral

Word Count: 2.2k

MINORS DNI - BLOGS WITHOUT AN AGE INDICATOR GET BLOCKED NO EXCEPTIONS

It was strange sometimes, having Wilbur around. There were things that Wilbur didn’t understand about humans, things that you (perhaps foolishly) assumed that he should know. For example, the time he spent an hour staring at your refrigerator trying to figure out the source of the cooling, or the time he nearly broke your phone in an attempt to understand what all the buttons did. 

The first time you had sex with him was similar in a way. He understood the basic mechanics of it, of course, but he was unsure of himself. Humans are just so fragile, he said. I don’t want to hurt you.

You had reassured him that he wouldn’t, that it would all be fine, and it was. Wilbur, for all of his anxiety and hesitation, did just fine. A lot better than fine. It was easily the best sex you’d ever had, mostly because Wilbur was so eager, so willing to do whatever you asked of him and more than happy to learn. It was endearing, seeing him so happy at the thought that he made you feel so much pleasure. 

You assumed that as long as Wilbur stayed in his human form, none of his Lycan traits would unexpectedly show up. He warned you that during his rut, that might not always be the case, but it wasn’t time for that just yet. You figured you had more time before that became a problem. 

You were wrong.

It started out just fine. You were sitting out on the porch with him, enjoying the fresh air. A few innocent touches to Wilbur’s thigh left him staring at you with an intensity that instantly prompted you to kiss him. He kissed you hungrily, more desperately than he usually did. You chalked it up to him just being in the mood more than usual. “Darling,” he gasped against your lips, “I could take you right here.”

You laughed softly between heated kisses as Wilbur’s hands wandered your body. “We’d both get splinters,” you protested. The porch was in decent condition, but it was definitely not the most comfortable or safe.

“Don’t care,” Wilbur replied. His lips went to your neck. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled deeply. A Lycan thing, you figured.

“You’ll care when you have splinters,” you said, sighing contentedly at Wilbur’s touches. “Come on. We can take this inside.”

Wilbur quickly agreed and scooped you into his arms. You let out a surprised little squeak when he did, but he paid no mind. His expression was focused, determined.

He placed you on the bed and wasted no time getting on top of you. He was insatiable in a way that he usually wasn’t, but once again, you blamed it on pent-up desire or something of the sort. His fingers were immediately sliding your shirt up your body, and you were quick to help him remove it entirely.

“Just wanna feel all of you, darling,” he murmured, fingers running down your body to the waistband of your jeans. You helped him hastily unbutton them and pull them down before letting them fall to the side of the bed. Then it was your underwear, which he tugged on so hard that it was nearly ripped right off you. You winced at the tug on your skin.

“Shit, sorry,” Wilbur said, looking slightly alarmed.

You laughed it off. “Feeling especially eager today, Wil?”

“You have no idea,” he replied. His fingers then went to the hem of his own shirt and tugged it off. It was your turn to put your hands on him, tracing the lines of his body with your fingertips. He shivered, a pleasant sight for you. It only took another few moments for him to get completely undressed.

The second you were both completely bare, his lips were back on yours, teeth nearly clashing. Part of you wanted to tell him to be gentle, to slow down, but another part of you only wanted more. Of course, the latter is the side that won. Your hands wandered to his hair, grasping at his curls and pulling him closer. 

With how absorbed you were in the kiss, you almost didn’t realize his hand running down your body. Once it reached your sex, you realized what he was doing. He inserted a finger and silenced your moan with a kiss. The second you pulled away, he was teasing you. “Now who’s eager? Hm?” 

“Please shut up and kiss me again.” Wilbur laughed softly before immediately complying, his lips meeting yours once again as he slowly moved his finger in and out, not enough to do hardly anything but tease. It was simultaneously intoxicating and infuriating. 

Wilbur’s lips then trailed down to your neck, and once again, he inhaled your scent. You couldn’t help but giggle at the ticklish sensation of his breath. “What are you doing?” you asked.

“Um…” Wilbur pulled away just enough so that he could see your face and stopped moving his finger. “Smelling you. Is that…do humans not do that?”

“Not generally,” you said. “But it’s not that weird.” 

“Then can I keep doing it?” Wilbur asked. He was practically a master at giving you puppy-dog eyes whenever he wanted something, and you could hardly ever deny him.

“Sure,” you said. Besides, the feeling of his face against your neck was warm—comforting, in an odd sort of way. He went right back to it, kissing and sniffing at your neck and inserting another finger. You couldn’t help but whine as he nipped softly at the skin on your neck. You couldn’t tell if he was biting harder than usual or if his teeth were somehow sharper. Perhaps another Lycan thing.

He started curling his fingers and watched hungrily as you moaned and arched your back slightly, trying to get closer. His fingers moved frustratingly slow, giving you enough pressure to tease but not enough to get you off. 

“Wilbur, please-“

“You’re not cumming unless it’s on my cock, sweetheart,” Wilbur cooed. “For now, you take what I give you, yeah?” You nodded frantically, preferring even this frustration over nothing. It had taken him a little bit to experiment and figure out how to talk dirty with you, how to tease and what you liked. Thankfully, your preferences often lined up with his. Very convenient.

His lips went back to your neck, biting softly at the skin there. You moaned as his tongue brushed your skin, tasting the beads of sweat that were already forming there. You were getting wetter by the second, to the point where you could hear it as his fingers pumped in and out. Just as soon as he started speeding up, he stopped and withdrew his fingers. 

Normally, you would have complained, but after his earlier words, you knew better. “Ready for me?” Wilbur asked. You watched as he sucked the fluid off his fingers, tasting you so casually that it seemed like nothing to him. You nodded, and he shook his head. “Words, darling, use your words.”

In that moment, you were beyond grateful to your past self for teaching Wilbur about human terms of endearment. The way he said ‘darling’ had you shivering in anticipation. “I’m ready, Wil. You have me.” 

He grinned before leaning in and kissing your jaw. “That I do.” Calloused hands parted your legs, allowing him to settle between them. “You gonna be good and take my cock like I want you to?”

“Y-yes, Wil. Just—please get going.”

He needed no further encouragement. He entered you slowly, soaking in the sounds of your whines as he stretched you out. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt as he got settled. Your hands went to his back, holding him close, and he slowly began to move.

His thrusts were deep but slow at first, quickly increasing in speed. You held on, scratching at his back as he thrusted and grinded against you. “I needed this,” Wilbur said between gasps and quick breaths. “Needed you so bad, you have no idea.”

“M-me too,” you managed to say. “Just please keep going.”

“Wouldn’t dream of stopping.” His thrusts increased in speed. You whimpered, nails digging slightly into the skin of his back. You had apologized the first time it happened, but he loved it so much that you didn’t bother to stop anymore. It’s like you’re marking me, he’d said. Marking me as yours.

And you knew how he loved being yours, just as you loved being his. He pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm, and you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier. 

And then, you felt something a little strange, an odd push at your entrance that you hadn’t felt before, like something was bumping around it. It was strange but not at all unpleasant, and before you knew it, you were finishing anyway with a cry of Wilbur’s name.

And then you felt yourself being stretched wider than you’d ever been stretched before, stretched to the point that it burned for a moment before you were filled fuller than you’d ever been. Just like that, Wilbur stopped moving, gasping and panting above you, his eyes slightly wide. You gripped at Wilbur’s shoulders, whimpering at the feeling of being so blissfully and inexplicably full. 

You remembered Wilbur explaining Lycan mating to you, how, during ruts, Lycans would knot their mates. Like…dogs, I guess, he’d said. He was bright red as he explained it before assuring you that it only happened during ruts. 

But this wasn’t a rut—at least, you didn’t think it was—and you still had his knot in you. There was no other explanation for why you felt so full. “W-Wil,” you managed to say, your voice a soft whine.

“Fuck,” Wilbur said under his breath. “Fuck, darling, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I…I thought that…that it wouldn’t happen unless I was in rut, and-“

“S’okay,” you managed to say. 

“I’m sorry,” he said again. He wasn’t looking you in the eyes. “I didn’t—I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry. I-“

“Wilbur,” you managed to say. “It’s okay. This—fuck, this feels so good.” The feeling of being filled like this was addictive, scratching an itch that you didn’t even know you had. You let out a soft gasp as he shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable. 

“It—it’s good? You don’t mind?” His eyes were wide and hopeful, looking down at you with a mixture of excitement and concern. “It’s okay that I knotted you?”

“Y-yeah,” you said shakily. “It’s good, Wil. Really good.” You let him sigh and lean against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You brought a hand up to run your fingers through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp, and he let out a soft, rumbling noise in response. “You okay?”

“So good,” Wilbur said, murmuring against the skin of your neck. “I was so scared that I’d hurt you or that you’d be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you reassured him. “It feels so fucking good, Wil. It’s perfect.”

“Then I’m gonna do it again,” he murmured. “Knot you as many times as you want, darling.” He kissed the corner of your jaw and nuzzled against you.

You sighed, a soft exhale as you relaxed further. The feeling of being stretched and filled was still there, of course, but having him this close was also warm and comforting. When you breathed in, you could smell him—the scent of sweat, the forest, fresh earth and rain. “How long do the knots stay for?” you asked as you continued running your fingers through his hair.

“A while,” he replied. “Fifteen…maybe twenty minutes. I…I know it’s a long time, and you might not want to do this again, and—“

“Shush,” you said. “I’m comfortable.” When he went silent, you continued. “I told you it was okay, and I meant it. Honest.”

“Okay,” he said softly. He kissed your jaw once again. Rain fell softly on the roof of your little home, the only sound you could hear other than Wilbur’s soft breathing. He let out a low hum and stayed nestled in the crook of your neck, occasionally pressing a kiss there.

The two of you laid like that for a while, letting the time pass peacefully as you enjoyed each other’s warmth. Eventually, Wilbur tensed up a little before releasing into you with a soft moan and a sigh.

The sensation of being filled so entirely was intoxicating, and you found yourself moaning as he pulled out of you. Your sheets would definitely need a good washing after this, but you didn’t care, not when you were so full of him. He gazed at the spot between your legs for a moment, admiring his work. “You like taking me like that, huh? Want me to fill you again?”

You nodded eagerly, pulling him into a kiss. The kiss lasted long seconds, and when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a small smile playing on his lips. “As you wish, my mate.”

You were definitely in for a long night.